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**This is a fictional story, based on a fictional story. It's told from the point of view of a 25-ish year old, a little better than average twink, 5'6'. So my friends having been giving me shit lately. Ugh. Whatever. First off they were trying to "warn me" about this guy I started talking to at the bar. He's super hot, bald mid 30's tattoos all over his body and face, slim and lean muscle body. They were so concerned that one of them pulled me aside and told me who he was. Lol. Like I know who he is. He's a sleazy top who loves to fuck bare - oh yeah and he's poz. Lol. So what? Like I fucking care. Look, it's none of their business what I do. I tried to get them off my back and told them "don't worry, we're just gonna hang out." Of course we weren't gonna hang out. We went back to his place once we got in his place, he pulled down his 8 inch cock and and turned me around. He grabbed some lube and rubbed it all over his dick, I pulled down my short shorts and exposed my bare ass in a jock. He grabbed me and stuck his fat 8 in cut cock inside of me while I leaned up against the door. He fucked me so hard, I moaned so loud. I reached back and held his head closer to mine while he fucked hard and hard with his fat raw cock. Then he started to cum. He pulled me closer to him and held my body while he shot deep inside of me. It felt so hot. I could feel his poz load inside of me. I got down on my knees and suck him off and cleaned his dick. I could tell he was ready for me to go, so I got up, pulled my pants up and walked out. But anyways my friends have gotten worse. Seriously, like what the fuck. We're all having lunch one day and they start giving me shit about my profile on one of those hook up apps. Well the thing is, my profile is pretty excplicit. It's my boy next door face and a headline that says "POZ friendly bottom" with a small bio that said "easy submissive cumdump for raw cock." They were like judging me but fuck them. You see, I like poz cocks. They're harder than neg dicks. I know, I've been fucked by many. Poz guys are always hotter and sleazier and they love to use slutty whore like myself. I love to please them, I love to have my hole loaded for their hard cocks. But my one friend is like "but you're on PrEp right?" LMAO. Fuck no. That's cool if you are dude, but keep your dick away from me. They think I'm nuts, but that's fine. My hole was leaking as we were having lunch because I had just gotten fucked. And my phone buzzed again. I had to cut my lunch short and head over to another dude's place. His wife is out and he wanted to drop a quick load inside me. As I walked away from my friend, I made a slight change on my profile. I changed my "neg" status to "don't care."

Part 12 Danny: Evan and I continued fucking. Some days I would do him, some days he would do me. "You're gonna be topping next week. I'm saving my loads for the guy who's paying me to knock his ass up" Evan said staring back at me with his cock still buried in my ass. "Crap, I kinda like goin to sleep with your load in me" I replied, smiling back at him. "Plenty of other poz guys around. Not all are toxic, but they'd love that hot ass. Hell, even neg loads will feel the same" Evan said. The next day I spent some time creating a couple new profiles. One gave all the info "Poz, unmedicated, versatile, bb only" and the other left my status at "ask" and only listed my preference as "versatile-top." It was interesting to see the responses. The poz profile got more interesting replies while the ask profile got five times the number, but most were just "fuck me" type messages. I spotted fratboibtm's profile and remembered that told me at the football game that he wanted to hookup again. It had never happened since I had deleted my old profile and he had no way to contact me. He now listed himself as a poz bottom, taking all loads and bare only. I sent him a message from my poz profile, told him what my old profile name was and that I'd freaked out and deleted the old one when I found out I was poz. I wasn't sure he would contact me and maybe his comment at the football game was just him being polite. "Hey, glad u found me. Thx 4 gift. Didn't expect it to happen that fast or from u" he sent back. We chatted a bit and I realized he was serious about wanting the bug, but I still apologized. "In frat house now. old roomie was afraid i wud infect him, lol" he replied at one point. I was trying to figure out when Tony would be out of the room and I could invite fratboibtm over when a new message from him popped up. "U like audience?" he asked. "U want to fuck in theater at dirty book store?" I replied. It was the only place I knew of other than the cruisy park where others could watch people have sex and I was still skittish about having sex in public. "Nah, at house. Some of the bros want to jack off while they watch me get fucked" he said. "str8 guys?" I asked and he sent back "They think so lol." -- Evan: We kept swapping back and forth. Some days I was on top and others he was. Danny was the first guy that I wanted to fuck more than once. Well fuck and get fucked by. I was slowly becoming a 50/50 versatile guy. I liked fucking him but I also liked breeding neg guys. I warned him, though, that I was going to be spending all of my top energy on the generous chaser I had lined up. That is, if he showed. I was finding that chasers flaked even more than most guys. Almost every day I would try and get Danny to put his profile back up. It wasn't that I didn't want to fuck him anymore, I wanted him to fuck other guys too. I didn't care if they were poz or neg, he needed to get back to fucking a few different guys per week. I liked knowing my partner was as slutty as I was. One day I finally spotted his new profile. It was pretty minimal, but it said enough that I'm sure he got plenty of responses. One of the more interesting things I found was that a lot of the guys that were listed as poz on the various apps and sites were undetectable even though they didn't advertise it. I'd been avoiding them in my quest to stay neg when they were much less risky than the one I thought was super safe, Danny. A few turned out to be really great fucks too. One bear really loved piss play and every time I left his place my ass was dripping cum and my stomach was full of his pee. I loved the verbal ones the most, though. My dick always got harder when they told me they were dumping their poz load in me, even when it was lacking any viral load. The chaser was eager for the first meet and while he was pretty quiet when I fucked him, he did everything possible to get me to breed him. He got two loads along with a torn up cunt and I got five hundred bucks. The next day, he was sore but still willingly took my dick, two more loads and a promise to do it the next day. Seven days in a row we met, but the last few I only gave him one load since my balls were running low. We both needed a day break and I went back two days later giving him another rough, two load breeding. The second week we just met three times but it was obvious that he was hurting each time and he never had enough time to heal. On Wednesday of the following week the chaser messaged me and said he wasn't feeling good. It was sixteen days after our first fuck. A week after that on Friday he told me to stop by and pick up my cash. I was hoping to take his newly toxic cum, but he wasn't interested in topping. -- Danny: I knocked on the front door to the frat house after my 2pm class a few days later, like we'd arranged. The door opened and I said "Hi, I'm here to see Gary" to the dark blond guy standing there. "Oh cool. We're waiting for you... You don't look or sound like a fag. We were worried some girly dude was going to show up and that would be a real boner killer. Follow me" the guy said. "Gay guys come in all sorts of types" I thought to my self as I followed him down a hall to a staircase and down into the basement. Four guys were sitting on a pair of couches and Gary was pushing a table off to the side. The guy that answered the door stood in front of a well worn leather chair but didn't sit down. They were all dressed in loose shorts or sweats, two with no shirt, one wearing a tank and the other pair in sleeveless tees. Gary wore a tank with three greek letters on the front and some nylon jogging shorts. Gary had suggested a quick pump and dump, telling me that he wanted to meet another time for a longer fuck with just the two of us. A short BJ followed by a quick fuck sounded good since I wasn't sure about fucking a guy in front of a bunch of straight guys I didn't know. I set down my backpack and unzipped one pocket with some lube and poppers I'd brought. Next, my shirt came off and I kicked off my shoes. "Let's do this. Drop your shorts" I said and watched Gary take his off, revealing a yellow jockstrap. One of the other guys pushed his shorts down to his ankles too and I laughed a bit, thinking "wonder what else he'd do if I told him to." The room reeked of testosterone and cum. I could envision a dozen guys in the room, sitting around watching straight porn and jacking off day after day. Gary dropped to his knees and unbuttoned my cargo shorts, pulling them down along with my red trunks. Seconds later, I felt his mouth around my partially hard cock. It stiffened quickly which was a relief. I had worried I wouldn't be able to get or stay hard in front of these other guys. A couple had their cocks out and in their hands and the rest were just rubbing over their tented shorts or sweats. I heard a few moans and some comments like "Damn" or "Fuck, yeah!" It was good to see these "straight" guys not get freaked out while watching two guys start to fuck. Gary seemed to be better at sucking than I remembered and when he buried his face into my pubic hair I heard a couple guys gasp. "Wish my girlfriend sucked me like that" one guy said. I smiled and after Gary went all the way down a few more times, I put my hand on the back of his head. Slowly I face fucked him and got a few more gasps from the audience. When I plowed harder, a few more guys were moaning. Looking around, all but one guy had a bare cock in their hand, stroking. It would have been nice to watch them stroke each other, but everyone was going solo. I decided that Gary had sucked long enough and my dick was coated in spit. I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled Gary off, tilting his head back. The smile on his face was big and I hoped it would get bigger in a few minutes. "Turn around and get on all fours" I said firmly. "Damn, he's really makin him his bitch" one guy muttered. I knelt down behind him and slapped one butt cheek before spreading his ass apart. I spit on the exposed hole a couple times and worked some of it in with my finger. I spit again and leaned in, giving a couple laps with my tongue over his winking hole. "Eeeeew, that's disgusting" a guy said. I leaned back and saw everyone was still stroking. "You eat your girlfriend's pussy?" I asked, not sure who had made the comment. The guy that had met me at the door said "Yeah" and I knew it was the same voice. "This is the same thing. He knows to clean it before sex and it tastes a million times better than every girl's pussy I've eaten" I replied. I spit a few more times on his hole, pushing it in with a pair of fingers. I moved closer and rubbed the tip over Gary's hole. The moment I started to push in another guy asked "No condom?" "He's not going to get pregnant, is he?" I asked, snickering while my cock drove in deeper. Gary was moaning and working his ass muscles around my cock. "Yeah... but you can catch other shit" was the retort. I didn't realize I was going to have to narrate the fuck for these guys and just wanted to start thrusting into his warm hole. The only good part about the comments was that it meant they were actually watching us. "I trust him. He's not a slut at the book store taking everyone's dick. Now let me do what I came here for" I replied. It took a lot of restraint to not tell them that I'd already knocked him up, but I didn't know if Gary had told him of the bug lurking inside him. The talking may have stopped, but not the sounds. It wasn't just Gary moaning either. Some of the guys were definitely enjoying the show while one guy kept closing his eyes only to open them up and watch me fuck a minute later. I added some grunts as I built up my pace, drilling his ass with my bare cock. A glance around found all of the guys with their cock's in their hands, stroking at various speeds and grips. My hands moved from Gary's waist to his shoulders, letting me begin to pound his ass. The sound of my hips slapping into Gary's butt added to the chorus of sounds filling the room. I began to grunt louder and every set of eyes were glued on us. Gary started to shove back as I thrust in and he began to grip my cock tighter with his ass muscles. My strokes got faster and I breathlessly told Gary "Gonna breed your ass." "Fuck!" got yelled out a couple seconds later and I caught one guy shoot his load all over his trimmed chest hair and stomach. It was a nice cock that I'd like to feel thrusting into my own ass. A few more thrusts and my cock started to pulse, pumping my viral seed into Gary's poz ass. It was like dominoes, with the guys shooting their loads one after another. I even felt Gary shoot his cum into his jock pouch. When all the activity had died down, I asked "Anyone want to give it a try? He's all lubed up." There was a several second pause before a tall redhead stood up, looking a little nervous and stepping out of his shorts. He walked over towards me and I slowly pulled out of Gary's slick hole. The guy knelt down and I watched his hand shake as he guided his thin cock to Gary's dripping hole. He slid in easily since I was much thicker than him. After only five or six strokes he cried out and I watched his body quiver as he dumped his cum into Gary's ass. "Oh fuck! I can't believe I did that" the guy said, pulling out, grabbing his shorts and scurrying up the stairs. Gary and I were the only ones chuckling. The other guys were looking at each other, unsure what to do next. I did catch one other guy staring at my still hard cock. I walked over to the guy that shot first, scooped up some of the cum off his chest with my finger and winked at him before licking my finger clean. I got a message from Gary when I was back home. "Thanks a lot hotter than I thought it wud be love how u took charge lookin forward to next time." -- Evan: Four chasers had consumed all of my free time and the only other sex was some quick hookups with Danny where he drilled me harder than normal before dumping a big load in my ass. I'd encouraged him to be more aggressive when he fucked me, since that's what I prefer. I had another guy that wanted to experience his first viral fuck but we could never set up a time. Laying on my bed with Danny next to me and his cum safely sealed inside my ass I wanted to suggest that he stop shaving his chest. I knew it could be a sensitive topic and many guys didn't take grooming suggestions well. "How long have you been shaving your chest?" I asked. "Since high school" he replied. "Ya know, you might have more hair there than you know. Your body changes. It might be worth a try to let it grow a few weeks and see what happens" I told him. He tried it and I got nothing but a stream of bitching from him as his chest itched more than it ever had. I laughed but saw some fur coming out across his chest along with that infamous patch in the center between his nipples that he thought was "stupid." By the second week it was looking better and the bitching slowed. I brought up the tattoo again, having finally decided what I wanted and where. Danny said that the guy that had pozzed him had given him a gift certificate for some mods and he had some money left on it. We went to the shop to talk and see if I liked the tattoo artist. Danny said the guy he had talked to before wasn't there, so we talked to this other artist once he finished his current client. Simon was pretty cute. He looked to be about thirty and was a weird mixture of punk, hipster and accountant. I got to see his work, though, both in live form via his other client and his portfolio book and it was impressive. He could probably do what I wanted in his sleep. When I showed the pics to him he got a big smile on his face, but wanted to know if I knew what it meant. Once I told him I was a poz cub, he chuckled and revealed his own biohazard tattoo. The thing that really surprised me was that Danny wanted to get a tattoo as well. He showed Simon a pic on his phone and zoomed in on one of the guys that had a tribal scorpion tattoo exactly like he wanted. I guessed that he was finally accepting his new life. Simon had sketched out each of our tattoos and we set up a time the following week. He said he would make up a couple versions of them and we could decide which we wanted when we came in for the appointment. We got back to my room and both of us were horny. We did something that we never had done before and flip fucked. Both of us ended up with a load of cum in our guts and our balls were empty. -- Danny: I was laying there in Evan's room on my back. I had just finished dumping another load into his ass and then pulled the plug from under his pillow and pushed it into him. "Do you prefer knowing you're pozzing a guy up or was it hotter when you thought you were neg and not even thinking about it?" Evan asked. "I don't like to think about it. At least the two guys that I unintentionally infected and still talk to me are OK with it. I don't hookup as much as I used to, though. How about you?" I asked. Evan grinned and replied "I only top guys that are chasing or don't care. The rest fuck me. The guy that paid me gave me the rest of the money now that he converted. I'm gonna use some of it to pay for the tattoo I wanted. Now I need to find a shop to do it." "I know a place. The guy that pozzed me gave me a gift certificate for there. There's still some money left on the certificate since all I got were my ears pierced. They do both tattoos and piercing" I replied. Evan chuckled. "Cool. He gave you a couple gifts, then. Want to go over there some time this week with me?" Evan asked. We walked into the shop on Thursday afternoon. The girl that had pierced me was at the counter and I explained that Evan wanted to talk to someone about a tattoo. A guy was working on a customer's full back tattoo and told us to give him ten minutes and he'd talk to us. We waited and after Simon, the tattoo guy, finished with the customer, he came over. Simon looked a little nerdy above the neck with his glasses and spotty scruff, but his arms, hands and legs were covered in ink, at least everything I could see outside of his tee and baggy shorts. "I got a couple pics of what I want" Evan said, pulling out his phone. A smile came over Simon's face as he looked at the two pictures, flipping back and forth and sketching something out on a pad of paper. "Do you know what the symbol means?" Simon asked Evan. Evan nodded and said "Yeah. I'm a poz cub so I think it fits me pretty well." "Sweet. Welcome to the club. I had a chemistry major want one and then came back a few months later looking to get it covered up when guys kept hitting on him" Simon said, rolling his hand and revealing his own biohazard tat on his left wrist. "Now, where do you want it and how big?" Simon asked, snickering. It took a second before I grasped the double meaning of his question. After a little discussion, Evan had his shirt off and they spent some time playing around with where on Evan's pectoral to put it. Simon pulled out his schedule book and they set up a time. "While we're here... I have some money left over on a gift certificate and I'd like to get a scorpion done too. And yeah, I know what it means" I said with a laugh. I showed him a pic on my phone that I had from Stu's football weekend and zoomed in to Tomas' scorpion tattoo. "Just like this, except I want it on my hip, below my waist, so it's normally covered by jeans or shorts" I told Simon. He looked the pic over and muttered "Stung you good, huh?" before grabbing a screen shot and forwarding it to himself. "A friend of his did, but yeah" I replied quietly. A week and a half later, Evan and I were inked. He even paid for the difference between what was left on my gift certificate and the cost of the tattoo, plus a nice tip for Simon. My dick immediately got hard the moment I saw my tattoo, which was a lot the next two weeks as I followed Simon's care instructions religiously. I liked his last, hand written, instruction the best and was eagerly waiting for two weeks to lapse so we could "Recharge your tattoo artist." My pubic hair slowly grew back after being shaved for the tattoo. Evan had convinced me to stop shaving my chest and I was amazed that I had a decent covering over my chest now. It wasn't as thick as Evan's or Ben's, but looked a lot better than I thought it would. I would probably be buying fewer shavers and cream too.

Chapter 1 Men in various stages of undress surrounded me on all sides. Some were here for the music, moving in time with the techno rhythm. Others were here for the sex, fucking and getting fucked all over the club. Some were here to socialize, chatting with their friends on sofas. But all here were gay, and most were on drugs; a stark contrast to the closeted and vanilla offerings in my small town. This was my first night out in the big city, having moved here some months ago, with the few gay friends I had made promising it would be a fun- and sex-filled night. Moving past the throng of muscle-clad bodies, I spotted him. I recognized him almost immediately among the crowd: at 2 meters, he stood far taller than most people there, his 5 o’clock shadow peppered with grey, his face rough and wrinkled – typical for someone in his 50s. He was a mammoth of a man, definitely over 120 kilos, and while many at the party would have dismissed him because he didn’t have a sixpack, I much preferred his build: gigantic, clearly powerful from years of work at the gym, as if his goal was perpetually to bulk and never to cut. He looked just like he did those few times I saw him at the gym: sweaty and red-faced – probably the result of hard drugs circulating through his system rather than a hard workout – except for the fact he wasn’t wearing any clothes. Oddly enough, aside from his stubble, he had completely shaved off every trace of body hair, and odder still, I found it perfectly complemented his gargantuan build: every inch of his frame was exposed, his muscles accentuated by the sheen of sweat that would normally be obscured by body hair, making him appear even bigger, more threatening. I catch a brief glimpse of the monster hanging between his legs and my hole twitched. A thick, uncut piece of meat travelling down his thigh, perfectly framed by thick balls, bulging veins traveling along its length and disappearing into his crotch. The head poked out just a little through the foreskin, glistening as a few drops gathered at the tip. Whether it was precum, piss, or sweat, I didn’t care; I needed to have him in me. “Luke! Let’s go!” hearing my name, I snapped back to the present, and continued with my friend, Alex, to the toilets to snort some lines and take some G. Reminding myself not to stare so blatantly, I rushed over, and as soon as the drugs took effect, I threw myself into the moment: dancing, chatting, flirting, making out with hot guys left and right. The jockstrap that formed the entirety of my outfit made sure I attracted a lot of attention. But no matter how much I tried to avoid it, my mind kept going back to the guy from the gym, skimming the crowd in hopes of catching another glimpse of his immense frame and giant cock. Alex was talking to me about some hot Cuban guy he sucked off in the bathroom, and while I wasn’t really following the conversation, I immediately noticed when he went quiet, his eyes locked on to something behind me, towering over me. Feeling a hand on my shoulder and a hard dick brush up against my lower back, I froze too, hoping it was him. Here he was, two hours since I spotted him in the crowd, his breath hot on my ear, his beard scratching the goosebumps that prickled up on the back of my neck. “Hey there bitch”, he said in a low rumble. “I’ve seen you looking at me from across the room.” My face immediately turned red, and my heart skipped a beat. Shit, I thought I was being discreet! “I’ve also seen you drooling over me at the gym. Yeah, I remember you. I saw your faggot eyes sneak a peek at my junk in the locker room whenever they got the chance.” He took a step closer, his hard cock sliding up my back as he pressed his body to mine. He cast a forceful glance at Alex, who just nodded and disappeared into the crowd, instinctively knowing to leave me to this monster of a man. “Now listen here bitch. You want this dick?” I nodded. “Then there are some ground rules you have to follow. First, what I say, goes. I tell you to lick piss off the floor? You do it. I tell you to present your pussy to some thug on the street? You fucking do it. The moment you say ‘no’ is the moment you’re never getting this dick again. Understood?” Fuck, this was serious. Hesitating, I nod. “Good. Second, I got used to a certain way of fucking, and I’m not about to change that. My bitches better be fucked up when they get fucked. So you want my load? You’re gonna get a fuckload of drugs shoved up that pussy before my dick goes in. You want another load after that? Well shit, kid, you’re gonna get even more spun. You got that?” “Y-yes…?” I answer. “Now the best part is where those two rules interact” he continued. “Remember rule number one? What I say, goes. So if I want to dump another load up that cunt, I’m gonna do just that, and if you refuse, no more dick. But then there’s rule number two. So before I pump another load into you, I’ll pump you full of more drugs.” Fuuuuuuck! My heart and mind were racing, terrified, but my dick was rock-hard and my hole was tingling in anticipation. In the two months since I’ve moved here, I had wasted no time embracing my inner slut: I’ve had sex on drugs before, and even sucked off a guy in the middle of the dance floor tonight. But this was a whole different level I wasn’t entirely sure I was prepared for. “So you better hope I’m done soon, bitch. But I doubt it. You’ll be speaking gibberish by the end of the night, if you’re lucky. And if you aren’t… let’s just hope I’m done with you by the time you pass out, because if I’m not, well, the rules still apply. I’ll drug you, and I’ll fuck you, and this time you can’t say no.” My dick was leaking precum, and a small groan escaped my lips as I felt his cock throb against my back, picturing it pumping a load into my guts. “So what’ll it be?” he asked. But something about his tone told me he already knew my answer. I could stop at any time, I told myself. I could just let him fuck me once, twice maybe, and then simply refuse anything that came after. I took a deep breath, and nodded. “Good boy. Now, let’s get you fucked up reeeeeeeal good.” Heart thumping, I followed his glistening naked body across the dance floor to a half-empty sofa on the other side. Grabbing me by my arm, he roughly sat me down on one end, briefly interrupting the casual chat two guys were having on the other side. Reaching under my legs, he easily pulled me down the sofa cushion until I was lying on my back, and lifted my legs over my head. “Alright bitch. Put your fingers in that sweet cunt of yours and open it wide for daddy.” Quietly, I obeyed, as he reached into his fanny pack and took out a baggie filled with white powder, opening it up, and bringing it close to my hole. “You ready to fly, bitch?” I could feel the adrenaline taking over as the powder tipped ever closer to the edge of the bag, the reality of what was about to happen starting to hit me. Looking at him with fear in my eyes, once again, I nodded. “Fuck yeah,” he said, and started pouring the drugs into me, slowly at first, but then tipping the baggie until more started falling out, quickly surpassing what I would consider a normal amount of any drug, then twice that amount, and still, he continued. He grinned as he saw the terrified look on my face. “You wanna know what’s in here?” he asked, a playful smile taking over his face. I realized at that point that I had no idea what he was putting in me, so caught up I was in the moment. Once more, I nodded, wide-eyed, watching him shake out a little more powder before closing the baggie and putting it away. If at least I knew what it was, I could prepare myself for whatever high, however strong, was coming my way. “Fuck if I know!” he laughed. “I found that baggie on the floor over there. Guess we’re both in for a surprise soon.” He spit on my hole, rubbing the glob in with his thick, calloused finger. “You two!” he barked at the guys sitting next to us, now transfixed by the scene unfolding in front of them. “Spit!” he commanded, extending an open hand in front of them. They quickly obliged, watching him take the thick globs of spit and spread them along his throbbing dick before turning all his attention back to me. “Now, open wide, bitch!”

Whimpering screaming bottoms. You're a man, take it like a man! Tops pulling out to cum.

Too much irrelevant dialogue Too much foreplay which includes extended periods of cock sucking Guys that look like they are in pain Guys who look like they are bored while fucking or getting fucked Pulling out to cum Not eating any stray spilled cum

Condoms - instant pass as soon as I see one. Twinks - I prefer guys with mileage that know what they are doing. TBH anything else just depends on my mood. Sometimes I want to watch a gang scene other times I really want to see just two guys enjoy each other in the filthiest ways. And I completely agree with NLbear above, cum belongs in a hole.

1. Pulling out 2. Moaning like a bitch 3. Same angle forever 4. Guys fucking forever during a Cumdump scene, only to not cum after like 20 minutes 5. Guys telling you the pretended to cum 6. Women/cunts 7. Bottoms asking for a break 8. Not breeding

Chapter 22 He suddenly realized how vulnerable he was. The guy that had brought him down said “ Here is where the fun begins”. The Pig tried to move but couldn’t. the guy said “ Buy the way, It isn’t your fun, it is ours “. With that the guy strapped a ball gage into the pigs mouth and secured it. He was concerned as to what the guy said and what he meant but he didn’t have long to contemplate his position. Someone knelt in front of the Pig and began sucking on his tender cock. Every touch sent shocks thru is vey soul. The guy at the same time would tug on his nut sack or like the flesh. At the same time he felt a finger worming up inside his ass. This also felt great. The Pig was in heaven and it felt like he was abut to shoot when both the hot mouth on his cock an the finger in his ass stopped. He was twitching and trying to get off when the guy sucking him pulled off and slapped his cock. It sent a bolt of pain thru him. Someone said “ We didn’t give you permission to cum yet. Do that again and the guy will be ordered to bite your cock “. The sucking stared again and this time the Pig resisted to natural urges to pump into the mouth on his cock. He did pretty good at resisting this until that finger found his prostate and began assaulting it. the Pig involuntarily thrust forward and the guy bit down on his cock near the base of it. Not that hard, but enough that the Pig got the idea. The guy gently stared to need the Pig’s sack and stared the most exquisite sucking he ever felt. He was about to cum when someone grabbed one of his nipples and twisted it. The pain was unexpected and intense. It stopped his climax. At the same time that one finger turned into three ramming up his ass. The guy was twisting them to create the most pain as possible. The Pig was shaking his head and pleading thru the ball gage. The guy that brought him down looked the pig in the eye and asked him “ You want the pain to stop “? The pig was nodding his head yes. He guy looked at him and said “ I am not sure your really ready to submit to everyone yet “. Once again the Pig was shaking his head in a yes motion. He looked around and said “ These guys all want your cunt tonight. All have AIDs or something equally nasty to share with you. Are you sure”? The Pig hesitated when he heard that and didn’t move or anything. The guy sucking the Pig’s cock stared to bear down with his teeth once again. The Pig’s eye opened wide when he felt that and began shaking his head yes again. The Guy said “ Well, I need to make sure”. With that e held up three fingers and said “ These were just up your ass, the smell nasty, like piss, cum and ass juices “. He said Here is what I am going to do, I will remove that ball gag and you’re going to lick and suck them clean “. He asked the Pig “ do you understand? “. All this time the guy sucking the Pig’s cock was bearing down on the cock in his mouth and when a question was asked he stared putting more pressure on the tender piece of meat between his teeth. He wasn’t really causing any damage but in the heightened state of mind the Pig was in it felt like the guy might bit it off at any time. The drugs that he had gotten earlier was started to where off now and he was getting a general idea of what was going on. He shook his head up and down again. The guy removed the gage and pushed his three fingers in the Pig’s mouth. The Pig was slow to stared licking but started to suck and lick the fingers clean in real earnest. The guy was impressed that the Pig was so easily convinced to do what they wanted. This was truly going to be an exceptional night. The guy looked around and said “ He’s ready. Lets get him where he needs to be”. Some guys came over to him. Two were caring a point that to the Pig looked half full. The pig remembered the last time he was there he got one and that is when that the world changed for him. Another guy had a baggie with some crystal looking things in it.

My twink then said “wow, this has made me so horny, so what happens now? If I go back to doggy with my ass in the air do you think I’ll get a strangers load in me?”. I laughed and said “try it lad and find out as long as you know there will be some real dirty loads out there!”. At this he just let out a little bark of excitement like a little pup and proudly displayed his smooth twinky ass in the air – “I’m taking all loads tonight!”. The old guy who had been watching asked “all loads?” and my twinky friend replied “all loads daddy, breed me up”. He was stick thin but hung like a horse. He rubbed his cock along the twinks hole and started to push his hard horse cock in. My twink said “wait” and put his hand back feeling the cock lining up with his hole “few, it’s raw, on you go daddy”. My cum let him slide easily into the twink, the old guy laughed and said “off course its raw – I need to breed twinks like you – you pretend not to like us old guys then you beg for my poz cock”. The twink maneuvered with flexibility to get the old guy on his back without his cock leaving the twinks hole. The old guy moaned and my twink leant over and kissed him passionately and started to ride the old dudes pole. Eventually the twink moaned “cum in me daddy, shoot your poz cum in me”. I could actually see the old guys cock swell then he growled and spurted what looked like a huge load into my twinks ass. There was a small crowd behind us and they actually cheered.

I'm undetectable. How I became poz in the first place, apart from the obvious mechanics, I genuinely don't know. What that means is that for a while I was unaware of my status. Total bottom maybe; but definitely toxic. So anyone who stuck their dick in me was taking a risk, and lots did. The thing is, especially out cruising, no-one ever asked status. I let guys fuck me and they never asked me and I never asked them. Any of them could have been poz, several probably were and that's how I square it with myself. None of the parties involved cared beyond the fuck. I'm never seeking absolution and anyone who wants to judge can but what happened happened. Just like I'll never know who gave it to me I'll never know if I passed it on. Now my profiles declare my status and I still get fucked regularly with full disclosure. But when out cruising whether dark rooms, clubs or cottages it rarely comes up before the fucking starts. In the heat of things I guess guys really only think with one thing.

Growing Up in Nebraska was not easy to be Gay, so sex of any kind was hard to find. I moved to NYC for school at 17, and within a month, I was getting fuck raw and taking loads, and by 20, Pozzed.

11.Offered a cold soda by a man in a pickup truck with a camper on it behind the supermarket.Went up the steps a freckel faced blue eyed blonde boy barefoot tee shirt and cuttoff jean shorts.Knew NOTHING about any sex much less gay activities.Went down those same steps a little while later with his cum leaking out.And my heart pounding....:)

Had the day off yesterday so rubbered up and shot a week's toxic load to this

Kind of long, thank you for reading. I met up with a very well endowed bbc yesterday from an app, we talked for a while and exchanged pics but he still liked the idea of me waiting face down ass up for him, and tbh I love it too. This was our first hookup so I asked him to bring a condom and he did. He ate my ass first which drove me wild. I was begging and pushing against his tongue until I was nearly limp from the pleasure. Then he grabbed the condom, lubed us up and slowly pressed into me until his hands were digging into my hips and I could feel his balls slap against me. He was so deep I was almost crying but smiling the whole time. Being filled like that was heaven. And I was pushing back against him and his thrusts bounced me forward. He told me he was gonna cum and I told him I needed it. He asked me where I wanted his load and between each thrust I barely whimpered "anywhere you want daddy". I expected it on my back or face, but he pulled off the condom and shoved his entire cock back into me in one swift thrust. I cried out in both joy and pain and he cried he's cumming. I was catching my breath when he just continued pounding me relentlessly again. And with each thrust I could feel his dick get more wet from his cum spilling out. He pulled out and shot the rest of it on my abused hole and spanked me. I asked if he came inside me and he said no, but before I could gather the energy to ask more questions he grabbed his things and was out the door. My ass was still in the air. It totally defeated the purpose of the condom and is entirely risky but I was so happy to be bred. I pushed his load out and it was impressive. I asked him if he was intending to do the the whole time and he told me he knew I wanted it because I'm a little slut. He wasn't wrong, I told him I have a forced breeding fetish and never had a top pull the condom off without my consent. That's always been a fantasy of mine. Today he texted me and 15 minutes later I was waiting with my ass in the air again. He even used a condom again because of my kink and when he told me he was gonna cum and this time begged for it. He pulled off the condom and i felt his bare cock slide back in and my mind went numb. He fucked me for a good while without a condom. His pace picked up and he got rougher, much rougher. He would pull all the way out to see me gaping and then ram back into me. I was screaming into the pillow from the intensity. He asked if I was good. All I could do was give him a thumbs up and he took that as a challenge. When he finally came he pressed himself deep into my hole and he made sure I could feel his cock twitch inside me. When he pulled out I made sure to squeeze him and get every drop. He smacked my ass and I spread it open for him so he could admire his work. He left again with my ass in the air. I took a video of pushing his load out (to compare notes) and I couldn't believe how much he had so soon. I didn't think it would end. I've watched it several times now. So I think he and I are gonna make this a regular thing. Just with fewer condoms and more positions.

Any hung tops in London want to breed my ass. I can host in Chelsea or travel. Accept all types of loads

I woke up this morning and my boyfriend was in a shitty mood, so instead of fighting, I moved out to the couch on the living room. I started thinking about the guy I have had over a couple of times in the last few weeks but, since it was a Saturday, I decided not to text him (usually he comes to my house during the weekday while the bf is at work and we don't text on the weekends) So I opened up grindr instead. I had no real intent on 'actually' hooking up with anyone else, more just wanted to stroke a bit to the banter. Well, the guy happened to be on grindr as well and asked what's up. He said his husband was still sleeping and that he could either come over to me or I could go to him and he'd fuck me in his basement. I heard my bf stirring in the other room and recognized that it was too risky for him to come to my place while the bf was home. We went back and forth a bit and some time went buy without any solid plan so I resigned that nothing was going to happen. In one last effort, I texted him that I had to head out to the store so could stop by his place if it wasn't too late. After I left the store, I thought I was just going to head home, but he REPLIED! He said, 'where are you at'? I told him I was only about 5 minutes down the road and he said Stop by! I immediately got hard thinking about what was about to happen. It was also during this time, that the bf called me about wanting to go to a movie and asked how long I would be.... I told him about 20 more minutes. I then texted the new guy (his name is Will) and asked where I should go when I parked there. Will said that his husband would be upstairs but he had a door off the garage that led to the lower level of his house. As long as I was quiet, his husband wouldn't come down. He left that side door open and told me to enter. Once I did....there he was....a handsome 35 year old, large man with dark skin, a cute face and that BEAUTIFUL cock I remember so well. He was wearing nothing but a stark White robe and looked sexy AF! He led me through the garage, put his finger up to his lips (as if to shush me) and led me to the basement family room and immediately took off his robe, revealing his dripping masculinity to me. I immediately dropped to my knees and sucked him as best I could (my mouth doesn't really fit around his THICK, and long cock). Once he was hard, I asked for the lube and he immediately grabbed the bottle and lubed up his cock, pulled off my pants and put me on my hands and knees on his couch and spread some lube over my waiting hole. I was positioned too high for him so he grabbed my hips and moved me to preciesely the height he needed me to be and proceeded to press his fantastic cock right into my hole. The lube he had was better than what we used before because he slid in without 'too' much whimpering on my part. Usually, it takes me several minutes and several tries with breathing room in between for my hole to accommodate his massive size...but this time...it just worked! He went in slow and after the head breached my ring, I felt the pain but he kept pushing and then had his full length inside me in only a few moments. I LOVE that feeling when your man's cock is fully inside you and you then feel his hips rest up against your ass....yum..... Will likes to moan and be verbal to me...saying things like 'oh yea baby' and 'you like that cock?' or 'Oh my, you got ALL of me inside you!' and things like that. Well this time, he couldn't for fear his husband upstairs would hear. So he just quietly moaned. I did my best not to moan as well and just shoved my face into the back of the couch cushion. Whatever lube he used made his cock feel EXTRA amazing as it slid in and out of my hole. Will seemed to LOVE it too as he didn't last as long as usual and proceeded to start breathing heavily and in one final push, he shoved himself as far as he could inside of me and let the beast unleash! I could feel every pulse of his cock as he shot load after load deep into my insides. It was enough to cause me to shoot, hands free, all over the towel Will conveniently left under me on his couch. I proceeded to pull up my pants as he put his robe back on with a HUGH grin on his face. I whispered 'thanks! That was so nice!" and he said the same back. I quietly walked back through the garage out the side door and back to my car. A few minutes later, he texted me 'THAT WAS SO HOT!" I said, Hell yeah it was! I can't wait for a repeat!

If this is the wrong forum the moderators are welcome to move it to the appropriate place. I cannot imagine I am the only one that feels this way. How do others handle this situation? I have my status listed on this site and any hookup sites I'm on as a courtesy to those trying to make decisions about who they hook up with. I frequently get contacted by bugchasers, as well as have had bugchasers post to discussions I have started with some fairly overt bugchasing replies. One thing I could do is add to my profiles that I am not interested in gifting or even indulging bugchasing fantasies. Here is my situation in bullet points for anyone who is interested: Yes I'm HIV positive undetectable I never intentionally bug chased I did not intentionally allow guys to cum in my ass until after I found out I was positive In retrospect wish I had gotten tested and if it wasn't too late went on PREP as soon as it came out I'm not in the least interested in gifting I have serious regrets about anyone I may have converted before I found out I was positive I don't volunteer my status if I'm fucking guys who are obviously taking any and all dicks but will answer if asked I will wear a condom or get fucked with a condom if asked I do not cum in anyone the 1st time without their consent I won't get upset if someone turns me down because of my status Yes I'm bi, and I will fuck you if you are woman or play with you and your girlfriend/wife, but I will not bareback a woman How I became positive I like sex and fucking a lot I like cruising in parks, sex clubs, bathhouses, adult theaters, sex parties or just about anywhere people have uninhibited sex I stuck my raw dick into literally thousands of holes over a period of 20+ years many of those holes were full of other guys cum some of which I'm sure was positive I did occasionally allow guys to fuck me raw and ask them to pull out and feed me their cum if they wanted to cum, which isn't completely effective by any means I rarely let a guy fuck me for more than a few strokes Yes I'm sure I was stealthed a handful of times If I was in a group situation I'm sure some of the guys I let fuck me had been in cum filled asses, and sucking them 1st was not effective way to prevent transfer Yes I knew all of this while I was out there being a total slut No I don't recommend you do what I did, if you are going to be as big of a slut as I was/am go on PREP and stay on it

I have very frequently a smelly and cheesy cock. I still have my foreskin and within a day my cock starts to build up smegma. I feed that with my piss, my cum, other mens cum and even do not wash my cock after I have fucked an Ass or Pussy. This becomes after 1 or 2 days such a horny strong smell and tast.... I just love my cock smelling!.

Can I express a bit of a pet peeve here? Apologies to come across rather abrassive, but something bothers me about these types of posts. I'm failing to grasp the rationale for asking our "permission" to cheat. This is not the right question to be asking us. I don't want to be responsible for encouraging this type of behaviour, and I know many of my fellow BZ bretheren feel similarly about this. I'm not going to answer the original poster's question, but I would prefer to offer some advice: speak to your long-term partner about this. I know you might be scared of his reaction, but believe me when I say you're due for a much worse reaction when the secretiveness surfaces. If you really require anyone's permission, it's going to be his - not ours.

Just in case you didn't believe me

I didn't mean to imply that you were being judgmental. In a fairly blunt way I was describing how I am at peace with where I am and how I got here. In other threads I have described this journey and in others still I have explored the fantasy side. What I can see from my perspective is that there is a clear disconnect. The "porn" side is all fun without consequence and the screen goes dark with the cumshot. The reality is, am I'm sure you know, how everything changes. I know I'm lucky. I'm in the UK so meds are taken care of and I am fit and in good health. I am very conscious of how easily that can all change. I explored the fantasy of things to get my own head sorted out. I don't advocate living as I have nor do I say not to. What I absolutely won't do is knowingly assist anyone down that path, if only for my own sake.

The way I read your reply, you have nothing whatsoever to consider seeking absolution for. You haven't lied to anyone - or misled anyone. You have merely celebrated your inborn Lust for raw Cock along with many, many other like-minded men. That's only to be celebrated - upheld - reinforced and supported. It's up to each guy to consider the risks, and figure out what his behavior will be. Some arrive at the answer that the love of wanton sex is paramount, and behave accordingly. Some will take every precaution there is to take, and fuck with wonderful abandon. Some will try to get a closed relationship, settling for at least some of the loaf. Every guy decides for himself, after considering every potential outcome. You don't know how you became positive, and thus it is irrelevant. You don't know if you unknowingly passed it to to others, since you didn't know you may have been infected. It's up to each guy to weigh the risks and decide how far he'll go for himself. I get tested monthly, and while I don't know how long it takes, once infected with hiv, to pass it on to others, if I pick up that bug on the 1st of the month, and get tested on the 30th, maybe I might fuck it up some guy's gut on the 29th. Point: each guy has to weigh the risks against the magnetism of the pleasures, and decide for himself how to balance the two. I find no fault whatsoever with your actions.

Damn, season two is really heating up!

*wap* *wap* *wap* *wap* "fuck yeah dude I'm gonna cum." My head was spinning. I don't say anything but pressed back up against him. Soon he started unloading in me. Almost immediately after I heard the deadbolt. Fuck! She was supposed to be in Connecticut until tomorrow. I was staying at her place looking after her dog. I didn't know the name of the man who was emptying his balls in my asshole. We met on craigslist. He responded to my ad looking for dick. **** I'd was bored at Amanda's shitty apartment in the LES. It was Sunday afternoon and I started watching some porn. I was feeling spicy so I put on this 80s gay DVD she had for whatever reason and I got out a buttplug she'd used on me a few times. Amanda knew I fantasized about gay sex. In fact, she incorrectly thought I'd been fucked by a guy because I lied and said I had been. She thought it was hot. The plug was in me and my cock was ridiculously hard and leaking cum. I was rocking on the butt plug. On the screen a tanlined twink got railed bare by a muscly guy with a pornstache. I posted an ad looking for a top to fuck me. I included the nearest cross street and my stats. After 5 minutes I edited it to add "breed me raw." I started emailing a few guys then got a response from a guy who was literally 4 blocks away. I told him I was at my gfs and he didn't care. He was indeterminately 30s maybe early 40s. Kinda faggy looking with bleached blonde hair but I liked his bald pubes and thick but not huge cock. I gave him the address and apartment number. The buzzer startled me inside of 15 minutes. I pulled up my basketball shorts, the butt plug still inside. I let him inside and started to mildly panic. I was only up one floor so I didn't have long. He came inside. I was suddenly insecure about the gay porn. He slid his hand down my shorts and said relax. I laughed and did. He sat down on Amanda's shitty Ikea couch. I knelt between his legs and opened his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear. I sucked his stiffening dick into my mouth. That was a first! I realized I didn't know what I was doing but figured it wasn't too tricky. His penis felt huge in my mouth and I gagged a couple of times. "Let's fuck" I stood up and got naked, pulling the plug from my asshole. I'd used lots of lube and some of it ran down my right thigh. I walked over to the bed. Another horrible Ikea acquisition lol. I got on my knees and stuck my ass in the air and pulled out the plug, dropping it beside me on the comforter. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and slid inside of me. I was having unprotected receptive anal sex with a man whose name I didn't know. My cock leaked precum but also shriveled. He fucked me hard, slowing for a few moments when he heard me whimpering. I told him to fuck me. I said I wanted his load. He flipped me on my back. He pulled me past the edge of the bed and was deep inside me. *wap* *wap *wap* his thighs slapped against me. "Fuck you do have a tight asshole." I was having an out of body experience. I was intensely turned on by getting fucked. I was fantasizing about him shooting a huge load of semen inside me. My legs were over his shoulders as he fucked my ass. Amanda had fucked me many times but this was the first time I had an actual cock in me. "Uhhh yeah." "Jerk off." "huh?" "Jerk off." he put my hand on my cock, which was soft but dripping precum. He stopped fucking but stayed inside. I jerked off, fast, blasting a huge load on my stomach. I felt overwhelmed but he wasted no time pulling out and having me flip onto my hands and knees. A ribbon of cum ran off me onto the bedspread. He penetrated me from behind and began fucking me hard. *wap* *wap *wap*. He grabbed me, smearing cum on his right hand and wiping it on my neck, "sorry dude you came a lot." *wap* *wap* *wap* why'd I done this? I could've just jerked off. *wap* *wap* *wap* *wap* "fuck yeah dude I'm gonna cum."

Checked into club columbus a little bit ago. Went to sit in the sauna and a guy followed me in. Sucked him hard and found a nice PA! He started fucking me and when it got too hot in there we went to my room. I lay down and he climbed on and slide in. His cocock was a nice 6 inches but I felt the PA rubbing with every stroke! After about 5 minutes of his pumping he said "I'm gonna cum". I told him to go for it! I felt his cock twitching as he unloaded inside my hole! When he limbed off, I licked him clean and told him to come back if he wants more!

My last load came from my bosses assistant on Saturday. We was driving home from a job, notice his dick was gettting hard. We have traded blowjobs in the past. He asked me if I still had that place along the way back to the office. I him yes, but I started to grop him a bit. We dropped the company car off at the office. He usually parks in area no one can see, I started to suck his 7.5 hung dick. We drove off a few blocks, got to my trailer office. Second we are in thr door, I'm on my knees, sucking his dick in his pants. We went to the bed. He unzipped his pants and starts to face fuck me. Next he forced my pants off. He forced his dick into my ass. When he breeds he gets homophobic, calling a faggot, whore. For about 20 mins he fucks me, he drops his load into me, made me clean up his dick . Spit on me and left. About an hour later, he told me he was still honry and needed my ass. I told him, door unlocked and my ass is up. He came in, just breed me again. I asked him to stay the night. We went to bed about 11pm, at about 3 am we woke up, I sucked him again and again he fucked me. We ended up sponing. At about 8 am, I could feel his hard dick right up against my ass. He said nothing, and started to fuck me again. He still has his load in me from last night. He just started to fuck me hard, again saying nothing. About five minutes later he cummed in me again. We just kissed and lay on top of each other naked. I sucked his dick, tasting my ass on his dick. We showered, just cleaning eachother off. I gave him another blowjob, swallowed his load and we kissed and cuddled for another hour.

This is such a fucking hot account! Please keep posting about your adventures!

Not cumming in the hole ( any sign of a condom and I don’t consider it porn)

The OP, from 2015, lays out exactly why Prep is the solution to the problem of staying safe from HIV infection for guys who want to bareback (with whomever). Look at him tying himself in knots as he questions potential partners and then agonises over their language choices and whether he could be confident they were telling the full truth. He relies on stereotypes about his potential partners too as he does this. Not surprising he cockblocked himself so many times by asking too many awkward questions and then challenging the responses if he wasn't convinced. A prep user takes responsibility for their health into their own hands. There is no longer any need to rely on partners telling the truth about themselves, or to try and work out whether they are a high-risk or low-risk group for HIV transmission (transwomen are a high-risk group). A man who has casual sex with cisgender women is in a lower-risk group, but I could understand why such a person might prefer to, and might feel safer being on Prep. In the UK, due to the relatively lower risk these men wouldn't be given free prep but it is reasonably simple to purchase from abroad (see iwantprepnow.co.uk, but be sure to consult a doctor at a sexual health clinic first just so that a routine test of kidney function can be made).

I started this post due what I considered some overt bugchasing on my thread asking about BZ guys hooking up with other BZ guys. However while I was writing it I got hit up by a bugchaser on BBRT, so it is a little longer than what I started out with. I actually added to my profiles both here and at BBRT that I am not a "gifter" or willing to indulge bugchasing fantasies. I don't want to serve as a "role model" for self destructive behavior any more than I want to actually infect them. 4 years ago I found out I had stage 4 cancer at the same time I found out I was positive. I don't take my health or anyone else's health for granted.

Your problem may be one more common with poz Tops than with poz bottoms; I post my status on all my profiles and I don’t recall ever having been hit up by a bugchaser - probably because they’re not looking at me as a source of infected cum. It might also, however, have to do with my emphasis on U=U. I make it clear that I’m not only Undetectable, I’m Untransmittable. So if some nutcase is looking for someone to infect him with a disease, I’m obviously not the man for the job. I also only recall one instance of a Top seeding me and then telling me I just got his toxic load. I assume it’s because there’s no fantasy or thrill in stealthing somebody who’s already medicated against it to the point of undetectability.

Nobody is going to admit that they're not into a certain race but reality is everyone is, even the ones who say they are 'equal opportunity' or whatever that means. Most of us are into all races but we're more into certain race more than others, most of the time that race being white or anyone white passing (fair skin Latinos/Middle Eastern). When I first started out as a cumdump, I remember making ads on CL and the first thing people always asked me was "are you white?".

Way to go! Now find another guy to repeat the same!

This is one of the most amazing stories i have read on BZ, great storytelling, really a very Nice and sexy story

Met someone on here 3 years ago who became my full time live in partner. Wasn't expecting that!!! 😁😁

I went and checked out his Twitter feed. I think this guy is creating a persona to promote his OF and JFF pages to people into Poz fetish. He has to have signed releases from everyone who appears in videos on those sites. They would be able to find him afterwards if they turned Poz through this professional relationship. Like most things online, this is all fantasy. That said, I agree that if he were really doing this that it would be a heinous thing.

Part 3 of my trip to California As I hit the poppers I didn't realize that I hit a button on the remote for the fucking machine and when I did it made the machine go slightly faster. I didn't realize it til after I had hit the bottle of poppers and looked up at the monitor and saw that when the machine would pull the dildo back how faster it went and when it came forward I could feel that the machine was putting a little more pressure and as it went forward it would also push against my hole causing the sling to go back a little bit and after a few times of that doing it I started to feel the head of the dildo start to open and stretch my hole as it finally started to enter me and when it did I was so horny that I took a couple big hits from the poppers and when the sling would move forward I slowly let my breath go as the head went in more and I picked up the remote and hit the button again and started to moan as the dildo came out and went right back in I couldn't believe how good it felt. I put the poppers and remote beside me and took my free hand and put it over my head and grabbed the chains and when I felt the sling go back a little bit then start to go forward I would pull on the chains to make the sling move a little faster and when I did I let this loud moan out as the dildo would slide in more making me feel my hole opening and stretching I would occasionally hold the sling in 1 spot so when the dildo came forward it wouldn't have that far to go and it would push in my hole and I would feel every stroke as it would hit resistance but feeling that resistance made me mire hornier. One time I held the sling back so I could feel the head of the dildo slightly touch my hole and grabbed the poppers and took 4 big hits holding the last one in I didn't look but I hit the button on the remote and I let the chains of the sling go and as it moved forward my whole lower half of my body jumped and shook as the sling moved forward because when I hit the button on the remote it went a little faster than I excepted and when the head of the dildo touched my hole and because of how quick the sling moved forward and meeting at the right time and letting go of my breath the dildo had slide completely in my hole as it started to fuck my hole and all I could do was moan and grabbed the chains. Then I heard some yelling as I would find out later the yells were from the guys watching the dildo fucking my hole. After a good 10 minutes and me shooting cum 2 times on my chest and neck I hears the door open and Shawn came in and shut the door he walked over and stopped the machine and went to the table and was messing around with his black bag. I was still feeling the first point and was hoping he was going to give me another one so quick. But when he got close I didn't see no needle or anything he had a tub of lube so I figured that is what he grabbed. He asked how I was feeling and all I could muster was oh my god that felt great. He said well we are going to do ours soon then when we do we will be coming back and have fun with you or you have fun with us then he walked behind me and grabbed me from my under arms and pulled me back and when did my head ended up hanging off the sling and he took his cock held it right over my mouth and said but I can't wait til then and I quick movement he pushed the head of his cock in mouth and started to fuck it. I thought for sure I was going to gag but I didn't and each time he would push down I could feel my throat opening and stretching as he continue to fuck my mouth and throat he leaned forward and started to put 2 fingers in my hole and when he did I would start my hole start to burn a little bit then he would slide his fingers out but then right back in and each time he did that my hole would feel like it was burning and I would get more hornier as I started to moan as his cock would go deeper and deeper. I was shocked when I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. Then he stopped fucking my mouth but left the head of his cock at the back of my throat as I felt him start rubbing my hole as he reached behind me and freed my other hand and grabbed both of my hands and brought them down towards my ass and told me to pull my ass cheeks apart and when I did I felt him start squinting more more in my hole then he pulled his cock out of my mouth leaving me wanting him to go down my throat he lifted me up so my head wasn't hanging and said don't worry you get this down your throat but we need to open your hole up more. What I found out later the lube they used all night on me was laced with t and that burning feel I had when his fingers were in me he was putting shards in my hole and he went to the duffle bag and after a couple minutes with his back towards me and my hands still down by my ass I couldn't see what he was doing til he moved away and moved the machine towards me I had what he was doing the dildo on the machine wasn't as big as the 1st one but it definitely was much thicker. I had seen the head on it and said there's no way I can take that he said oh you will just relax and hit the poppers and remember reach down and spread those checks as he grabbed the remote and turned on the machine and put the remote on the table and said well be watching and when he turned the machine on I jumped as the machine wasn't set on low it was actually the same where I had it so the head would move back and forth a little to fast that I could hold the poppers and spread my ass checks so when I let my ass cheeks go to hit the poppers I would feel the head of the dildo pushing really hard on my hole and once I hit the poppers and pulled my cheeks I would feel the head of the dildo pushing and my hole slowly start to open and stretch around the head. One time I was so horny and high without thinking when I would feel my hole slightly open and stretch around the head I took a deep breath and as I let it go I pushed forward as hard as I could and then I thought I had broke the machine as I felt the entire head go in my hole as I jumped causing me to squeeze my asshole and the machine started to shake as the dildo was trying to pull back but it couldn't as my ass tightened up and when I let it loose the dildo slide right out but I didn't have time to catch my breath as the head went right back in and before I knew it I was moving my hips back and forth as the dildo was not only fucking me but stretching my hole for the 5 guys who had just walked back in the room. Part 4 coming in 2 days hope you enjoy this series so far

I need to visit the other side of the Atlantic, there are new perversions I could learn from you guys. I'm uncut which often baffles guys here, I shouldn't have that problem over there.

13. I took the train home, thinking eagerly about the jock that would be coming over soon to breed my hole. The nerdy guy’s message came through as I passed through a station, he was looking for tonight. I told him if he wanted to breed a cum filled hole to come over in a few hours. I passed a tall guy on his way out as I entered the apartment building. I wondered if he had just finished with Mike. I listened for a moment at the door before unlocking it. Mike was naked in the living room, he looked sweaty and freshly fucked. “Was that your top I passed on the way in?” “Sure was,” he bent over the couch and showed me his cum filled hole. It gaped a little, pink and inviting. “Damn, he left you open,” I said, dropping my work things by the door. I kicked off my shoes and then stripped naked in my room before coming back into the living room. “And how’s your cunt?” “See for yourself,” I got on the couch next to him and presented my hole. “Fuck, looks like you’ve been fucked recently too. I told him about my boss breeding me. “Good little cumdump.” “And I have another top coming over shorty.” Mike laughed, “Me too actually.” “Perfect, no hole unbred.” The buzzer went off, “That’s mine I’m guessing.” He rang them in. “I’ll go wait in my room, give you some privacy.” “Fuck no, on your knees faggot.” “What?” “On your knees by the couch. I hold your key, I own your hole. I want to show off my sub.” “Yes Sir,” I replied smiling, and got on my knees. There was a knock on the door. Mike opened it wide, exposing himself and me to whoever was on the other side. It was my jock. He looked taken aback. “I think I have the wrong…” he stammered looking at Mike and not noticing me. “No you’re in the right place, you’re here to breed my pig,” he gestured to me. “Fuck, I didn’t realize you were sub’s sub,” my top said stepping inside the apartment. “You own this locked boy?” “Damn right?” “And you’re locked yourself,” it was clearly just a statement not a question. “Yep. I locked myself because I love being bred, then when my roommate here found out he decided he wanted to try. So, I locked his cock and took the key. Three days later, here he is, begging for more cock.” “You want to get fucked?” “God yes,” I said speaking for the first time. “Take him into that room there, I’ve got my own top coming and I don’t feel like sharing tonight.” “Yes Sir,” said the jock, and walked towards my bedroom. I followed him closely. As soon as he was in my room he pulled his shirt off and I was hit by the intoxicating smell of sweaty man. He turned to face me, and grabbed me around my naked waist. He pulled me close to him, I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead he raised one arm, flexing his muscle and exposing his pit. I dove into the musky bush and lapped at his pit. He groaned, and then forced me quickly to my knees. I hadn’t seen his cock yet, I thought, just the picture of him in the speedo. I was like a kid on Christmas morning pulling his pants off, anxious to see what was inside. He kicked his pants to the side as they fell around his ankles, and I was left face to face with a straining pair of white briefs. It was a hot sight, the toned muscular young man with a sprout of thick hair between his bulging pecs in a pair of classic white briefs. Still, I only admired the image for a moment. Impatient as I was to get his cock inside of some part of me, it was only seconds before the briefs joined his pants tossed to the side. Now, pointing straight at me was a broad, fat, mushroom headed cock erupting from a dense nest of light brown pubes. I dove in, and swallowed him till my nose was buried in those musky pubes. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, and put one hand on the back of my head to hold me still to face fuck me. I sputtered and gagged as he roughly used his mouth. My lips quickly started to hurt stretched around his girth but I made no motion for him to stop, I held my hands on his hips and let him use me. I realized when I heard the noises in the other room that we hadn’t closed the door to my room. The front door opened, there was some quick conversation and then after a long pause there was the unmistakable sound of someone else getting their face fucked. Mike was being used in the living room while I was being used in my room. I was interested to see who Mike hadn’t wanted to share but I guess that would have to wait. After maybe five minutes the jock stopped his assault on my mouth. My chin was covered in spit and phlegm, his pubes matted down with my juices. He pulled me to my feet, and for the first time kissed me roughly before knocking me onto my back on the bed. He grabbed my feet and put them on his shoulders exposing my hole to him. “You ready to get fucked dude. I’m guessing that’s a drop of cum leaking out of your cunt so I don’t need lube.” He spat on his cock and rubbed it on my well used hole. “Fucking breed me.” “Fuck yes,” and he pressed his cock forward. We both moaned as the wide expanse of his cock head stretched my cunt out. I let out my breath slowly savoring the tension of being opened that quickly gave way to ecstasy as his cock head started to probe my insides. He let out a long breath too as he bottomed out and his pubes pressed into my ass. His balls bumped heavily against my skin. “God you feel good,” he moaned in a low rumble. “Use my hole, please!” “Fuck yes, fuck!” He started to work his way in and out of my hole, only a little at first and then longer deeper strokes, and quickly he was pounding me. I was not being quiet and there was no way that Mike and his top didn’t know that I was being used in the other room. That somehow made it hotter. The jock despite his youth knew how to use a hole. He was hammering me like a champion, his muscles flexing under his skin as he did. Sweat sprung up on his chest making little trails through the hair that grew between his pecs. His musky sent rolled off of him in waves over taking the room. I was once again a whimpering whore. The jock forced me forward, my knees now touching my shoulders. He was above me, hammering downward, the force of gravity driving him further into my hole. I was shouting. A few drops of sweat dripped from him onto me and a long string of precum hung from the tip of my cage. He started to grunt as he pushed yet deeper, I could see it in his eyes, he was getting ready to give me another load. After a few more thrusts of the vertical assault he roared, and punched as deep as he could. His balls tightened up to his body and a river of cum was pumped into my welcoming guts. His breath was ragged as his balls emptied, then he collapsed forward onto me. As his breath called, he shifted so that he could pull out and fall on the bed next to me still panting lightly. He pulled me to him, pressing our sweaty bodies together. I turned so he was spooning me and I could feel his cock deflate against my cheeks. Now that it was quiet in my room again I could hear Mike being pounded in the other room, his little yelps as the cock in him drove home. The jock could hear it too, and after a few minutes of slow breathing I felt his cock start to stiffen again. He grew hard against me. I shifted, and turned so that his hardening cock was right between my cheeks. As soon as it was hard enough he, without prompting, slid it back inside me. He fucked me slowly this time. Kissing the back of my neck as he slipped in and out of me both of us on our sides. I had one had reached back, holding to his gyrating hip, and he had one arm across my chest holding me tight to him. His lips were on my ear, and I could feel their soft warmth. Mike was being destroyed, begging the man to fill him up, and the jock just kept fucking me slow and deep. I clenched my ass on his cock, and rocked a little in his rhythm. This was almost like the fuck of a lover, in stark contrast to the breeding he had just given me. As Mike’s shouts became more frantic, the jock started fucking deeper into me. He shifted us so that my leg was bent and he was better able to get the full length of his cock in me for every stroke. “God, your cunt feels amazing,” he whispered in my ear, “do you want another load?” “Yes please,” I said in an equally hushed voice. Mike’s top was now boasting loudly about how much cum he was going to pump into my roommate, and both the jock and I seemed to feel that if we were too loud now we might break their concentration. As Mike’s top let out a shout that told us both my roommate was not being flooded with cum, the jock licked my ear and said, “Here it comes slut.” He grabbed my hips hard, and pressed to his full depth. I could feel his stomach contract with the force of his second orgasm in twenty minutes. His cock throbbed and pulsed as he filled me. Then it slowed, as did his breathing. He finally pulled out again, and after a moment got up from the bed. I moved and cleaned his cock for a few minutes, before he pulled It from my mouth. He bent down and kissed me lightly on the lips and then smiling, got dressed. He kissed me once more at the door to my room before leaving, surly walking past Mike and his tops still in the midst of their own fuck.

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.”

I was late to the party as I was 38 the first time I played with another guy. We were both married and I had so wanted to taste a cock not my own. I think it was the 2nd or third time ducking his cock that I swallowed. It wasn’t long after that we fucked each other bare. At the time, I had this fear of catching hiv so I repressed my new found love of being fucked and concentrated on sucking off guys. I knew how good that felt to me and I really enjoyed making others feel good with my mouth and swallowing cum. Within a few years, the desire to take cock in my ass overwhelmed my fear and I was taking bare cock. The last 5 years I’ve been taking all cock bare and without question. I have actually become Poz friendly and I’m enjoying my love of taking all cocks

Cocksuckers: Ever had a blast so heavy that cum went out your nose? Feeders: Ever blown cum out a cocksucker's nose? I had that happen to me once, a guy had such a powerful load that his cum came out my nose. It was quite different.

I'm not judging you for anything you stated here, that would be extremely hypocritical. I regret not being more careful, but am in no position to judge others for having a lot of anonymous casual sex. Who I have issues with are bugchasers looking for "gifters", and guys bragging about converting other guys. I don't want to encourage them, and don't want to be seen as a role model for those that are intentionally spreading a disease.

There are other things that piss me off in porn but, a whimpering screaming bottom is one of those turn-offs that usually make me stop watching. I want to hear the top or, some sort of kinky sex talk between the top and the bottom. Otherwise, especially as the top is getting ready to unload, I want to hear the top's breathing, grunting, moaning, or words he utters as he pumps his load in the bottom's hole. In porn, I want the bottom to shut up because at this moment, a whimpering screaming bottom is just annoying background noise that's is interfering with the top's hot audio.

I am a size queen. I really get off on huge cocks - I will take it from anyone in real life, but I want big dick in my porn. I get so frustrated when they pair a hung top with a bottom that cannot take it, and he complains about how big it is throughout the scene. It especially annoys me in the OF/JFF scenario. You knew he had an enormous piece when you agreed to the collaboration. If you cannot handle big cock, stick to bottoming for average-sized guys.

I don't disagree with you, but: the OP said this guy's profile doesn't lie about his status. It hints he's poz but doesn't confirm it. I agree that it's better for people to volunteer their status and discuss it if requested. But ultimately, it's these guys' responsibility to ask, to verify if they have doubts, and to protect themselves in any case. If they do the last of these, whether this guy is poz or just helping some guys indulge a fantasy becomes irrelevant.

Another hot chapter, I think Danny is starting to get a positive mindset 😜

Biracial (Asian White) bottom. I get that there are guys out there that have the whole “Asian Persuasion/Asian Twink/Asian Pussy Boy/Me Love You Long Time” fetish thing going on. I’m not hating on it. In fact, sometimes it works in my favor. In bed, some Tops get really horned up over the whole “Chinky eyes, smooth body, and a funny accent” thing, which I’ve played into at times. But, like the “BBC” thing, I feel like it’s problematic when it transcends out of the bedroom and people think that who (insert race here) are in totality. Most Tops that I’ve fucked with that have an Asian fetish know it’s just a role or kink I play into for them and can leave it at that. Outside, they treat me like any other person. But some take it too far and feel it’s ok to use slurs from the bedroom out in the open. Like any other fetish, race play has boundaries, in as much as one wouldn’t wear BDSM gear to work.

Assmunch With Wanker squared away, I made my way down the hall toward the meeting spot where Sleeper waited. I glanced behind me to see the huge form of Zeus entering the door behind which Wanker waited. I sure hoped I was right about both Wanker’s problem and Zeus’ situation. My reputation as the asshole whisperer was hanging in the balance. The truth was I had never had a problem with dudes that were gay. I knew one guy in high school who was an amazing dude. Kevin Copeland. He sat next to me in English and History senior year, and he was pretty smart. Not the same kind of smart as Bootlicker, who was crafty and big-brained about facts. No, Kevin was quick but quiet, a thinker, puzzle solver who knew what made people tick. He was always watching people with eyes that rarely stopped moving, making me think of the hands of a clock driven by wheels and gears in his brain clicking along tirelessly with every second of every minute. His dry humor cracked me up too many times, which always got me into trouble in class. He’d mumble a few words out of the side of his mouth during the teacher’s lecture and a few seconds would go by while my mind connected the dots and I’d get hit with an involuntary laugh, after which Kevin’s lips would twitch in an almost unnoticeable grin. At first I thought he got a kick out of getting me in trouble, but later I figured out he just liked making me laugh and that I was someone who understood him. I’m pretty sure that’s why he eventually made a move on me. Kevin was kind of a loner and that always surprised me because he wasn’t a bad looking guy. I mean, I’m not in the habit of checking out dudes or anything, not back then anyway, but Kevin was well put together. He was shorter than me by a couple inches, dark almost black hair that he let grow long, just past his shoulders. It was naturally wavy and thick, looking both wild and tamed at the same time, resting on his shoulders. I kinda envied his hair. My dad would never let me grow my hair long like that. Frequently, almost as an unconscious habit, he’d pull it back from his face, raking his long fingers along his scalp to draw the length back across the top of his head to get it out of his face. When he did, it allowed me to see the square corner of his jaw below his ear, its straight edge solid and crisp all the way to his chin. Sometimes he’d have his hair pulled back in a warrior’s knot, the sides and top tied up in ball towards the top of the back of his head, the back hanging loose to his shoulders. It looked really cool, and one day I told him how good it looked, like a Viking or the Huns we learned about in World History. I got a direct look from his grey eyes and a full smile, both of which were rare things from him. After that he started coming to school with a warrior’s knot more often. I don’t know if he did that for me, or because it was easier for him to manage, or he wanted to look good for himself, I just knew it was fucking cool as hell. Kevin had the grunge look. You know, loose jeans, tee shirt, plaid flannel long sleeve tied around his waist, some kind of hiking boot on his large feet. I could never figure out how a guy that was 5’9” came out with size 11 feet. Hell, I was 5’11” (okay, 5’10” & 1/2… so sue me for lying about a half inch. ) and only wore 9&1/2’s. When he didn’t wear a jacket (always some black leather biker’s thing, or a ragged jeans fabric) you could see he had a dense, sturdy body. Heavy, thick shoulders and arms that were more solid than beefy and muscular. His chest was also thick but without defined pecs like mine. His waist followed the pattern, not fat but still narrower than his shoulders and chest and thick. He had a good butt, if you like that sort of thing and strong legs I later learned came from his love of skateboarding. He obviously didn’t work out and I couldn’t really say he needed to. Like his hair, his attitude , personality and his clothes, his body was a statement of casual strength, not too much effort or attention required as if it just climbed onto him every morning as a whole thing from a pile of comfortable parts. If I had to use one word to describe him, I guess the word was Comfortable. That’s the way he looked, talked, moved, and felt inside my head. Now, it might seem like I focused way too much on how Kevin looked, talked, moved and felt, but in all honesty it wasn’t anything I did consciously until after… well… IT… happened. I still remember everything about that day in vivid detail. School started like any other day, with me hanging out with my friends in front of the cafeteria, waiting to go into the building next door for our first class. We all got to school early so we could hang out and talk about classes, girls, the weekend, and our problems. Kevin wasn’t in our group, like I said he was a loner. Probably because we were all your typical high school jackasses and Kevin wasn’t that kind of guy. Because it was November I was between football and baseball seasons, so there was no practice. Twoadays never left me with time to screw around with my friends who weren’t on the team. Yeah, I was technically a jock, but I just played because I loved the games and competition. I wasn’t on some path to sports superstar. No college was going to recruit me. My stats were just average, I wasn’t physically exceptional (hint - if you’re under 6’ you’d better be exceptional in performance and stats to even get a glance by a college) and I didn’t have the drive. Besides, I’d always figured I’d join the Army like my dad when I got out of high school. Maybe that’s why I didn’t put my all into sports. I liked being part of the team, and the girls loved jocks, and high school was easier when you were a jock. Not all jocks had their eyes set on turning pro, some of us did it for all the other reasons and rewards, like Saturday night blowjobs and young perky tits in your face. When the 15 minute bell rang, we all started going towards the door to the building. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kevin running towards the building from the parking lot, so I waited. He wasn’t sprinting, but his loping strides ate up the distance without any effort showing on his face. I watched as his leather jacket blew open from the wind, his flat solid stomach and hips rotated with each thrust of his legs, the plaid shirt tied around his waist flapping behind him. Three necklaces bounced on his upper chest. It struck me that just like every other aspect of him, he ran comfortably, casually, but with a power and strength that looked easy. It was a weightless glide, not some angry or violent action. I remember that word appearing in my head when I watched him: weightless. Comfortable and weightless. I was surprised how soon he reached me, it had to have been just five seconds. “Thanks “ Calm. Softly spoken. As if he hadn’t just done a 40 yard dash in five seconds without even trying. “Dude. You ever think about running track? You’re fucking fast.” I watched his chest and stomach. Not even breathing a little hard. He looked at me from the corners of his eyes, his face pointed towards my hand on the open door. “Track.” He paused. Then, “track shorts”. Another pause. “Absolutely not.” As usual, my mind took its usual three count to put it all together, and I barked out a laugh. The image of this guy in those high cut, tight shorts, and a tank top was ridiculous. His riveting eyes darted to mine and he did that momentary slight grin. “Good point. The shorts are ridiculous.” I waved him through the door ahead of me. The image of him gliding weightlessly in his track outfit flashed into my head again. “But you’d still make them look good.” I mumbled unconsciously. “What?” He stopped, and I ran into him. “Dude!” I complained. He took a step and turned around. “What did you say?” He was looking me straight in the eye. He had some crazy long dark eyelashes. They made his grey eyes stand out so much. He looked surprised. I shook my head. “Huh? I said good point, they’re ridiculous.” He was still staring at me. This was the longest he’d ever looked me in the eye. It made me a little uncomfortable, but at the same time I couldn’t look away. I remember specifically getting caught in his eyes, thinking how they looked like soft grey flannel. He had soft eyes. “After that. You said something after that.” He uttered with a breathy whisper. Calm. Steady. Weightless. I thought back, a puzzled look on my face. “No I didn’t.” Seriously, I couldn’t remember saying anything after that. “At least I don’t think I did. What did you hear?” He seemed to be searching my face for something, those thought-filled eyes moving back and forth, the clockwork inside his skull turning. I felt like he was taking me apart, piece by piece, looking under the rusty hood. It should have felt intense, like an attack, that stare of his went so deep into me. I have no recollection of where we stood, who was around us, or how much time passed. I let his brain disassemble me, break me into pieces, I allowed it, thinking of nothing except that he could do what he was doing for as long as he needed to do it. I didn’t feel threatened, or tense, or nervous. I was both there and not there. I didn’t exist except where I was reflected in his eyes. I had no body, just floated there before him as his perfect creation. I felt comfortable. Comfortable and weightless. So when he leaned forward, and pressed his lips to mine, I let him. No, that’s the wrong term. I didn’t ‘let’ him. In order to let him I would have had to consciously choose. It just was. In that moment there was only him, his eyes, and his lips that were incredibly soft. What I do remember is that it lasted forever, his gentle steady kiss, before my mouth betrayed me and kissed him back. There was no thought to it, just a kiss my mouth needed to perform on his soft, beautiful gentle lips after they asked me so nicely, like a please and thank you. My head had no thoughts of boys kissing boys. This wasn’t some lurid, licentious or lustful act of depravity. I was just there, engaging in an act of easy natural need like breathing, exploring his mouth with mine without hurry, without thought, just because every movement brought with it a new and more interesting area. At some point in my journey, my adventure upon the softness of his lips, I released my tongue to taste him. His lips tasted like mint. My tongue took its time to find every corner with a slow and deliberate movement. It didn’t flex or harden, remaining soft and languid as it voyaged fully over each inviting pink pillow. Without my asking them to, my hands had risen up to cup his solid masculine jaw, my fingers caressing his neck while my thumbs stroked his cheeks. When my tongue wandered between those comfortable lips, they relaxed exactly as I needed them to, as if our organs were speaking to each other on their own. They needed to talk, to visit, to tell each other stories like friends who had missed each other for too long. His teeth greeted me first, so my tongue searched out every one, tracing their outlines top to bottom and side to side. Incisors. Canines. First molars. Licking , savoring each individual tooth, taking my time to be sure I explored their entire surface, even scraping the sharp points. I went along his gums, finding the crease of his jaw where it met the flesh of his face, and the rigid divider just beneath his nose. I played in the gap where his gums met the smooth white enamel of his teeth, fascinated by the difference in texture, finding it a sexy thing, that juxtaposition of hard and tender, soft and rigid. In my head, this wasn’t a kiss. This was like listening to my favorite song, getting taken away by the music, hearing but not listening because I was transported INSIDE the music, sailing on the notes, carried by the rhythm. No time existed, only the journey and the fascinating new places it would take me on its own without my conscious guidance. In the year since I graduated, I learned that this was a habit of mine, and always had been. My mind would take me and the world would disappear when I found this mental state. No judgment existed, no choice, no worry, just being in the moment as it expanded in my mind. It was safe, it soothed me, excited me, and everything was nothing. My body wasn’t there, not connected to me while my mind went where it needed to. A tiny piece of me fed instructions to my body to give my mind what it needed, and that was all, but I couldn’t tell you what those instructions were. Years later I would understand that this was meditation, letting go of everything to free the mind. Back then I only knew it as losing myself: the place where there was no ‘me’. When my tongue finished, it pulled back slowly, revisiting its favorite places, old friends, a quick goodbye but stopping for a longer moment on its favorite friend, those beautiful gentle lips. And then, his tongue came to visit me. Hesitant. Cautious. It moved so slowly, so tender, asking politely once again. In answer, my hands pulled him into me, my own lips opened even as my tongue darted forth to tease him. I had never had a kiss like this with any of the girls I’d been with. There was no casual, effortless connection with them. With them, there was a purpose, mostly mechanical, a choreographed dance with deliberate steps and movements intended to lead to a sexual act. A sexual act I desperately wanted and loved, in case you thought otherwise. There was always a navigational issue with girls, I could never just lose my self, because every guy had to be hyper aware of every signal, make sure she was in full consent, to make sure she enjoyed it all way more than I was allowed to. All the while she couldn’t enjoy herself TOO much, not wanting to come across as a total slut. Always careful, slightly awkward, each of us holding back. My too big mouth trying not to swallow their too small mouth, my heavy, long thick tongue trying not to choke or overwhelm them. Having to walk the line between strong and aggressive, a too thin line sometimes when your heartbeat sinks to your dick. There was no kiss that only existed as a doorway to a sublime disappearance, a kiss that wasn’t a kiss, but an existence. No kiss like Kevin’s comfortable , weightless kiss. And when he felt my permission, my acceptance, he performed his magic again, only this time my mind receded, becoming a spectator once more just like that eternity of his lips first touching mine. His tongue invaded me, eager and on a hunt. It came for something, hungry to conquer. My mouth relished the strength of his attack, the abandon and thoughtless aggression. It would have its satisfaction, it would fill its starved emptiness with everything it could devour. Sacrificing myself to him seemed only right, this desperate animalistic taking , I could deny it nothing. If there was any way I could give it more, I would. On an instinctual level I celebrated the release of the hound, knowing that allowing it to feed meant freedom. His tongue reached my very soul, no different from how his soft flannel eyes ensnared my mind. I fed it to him, I no longer wanted my soul, not inside me. I wanted him to consume it, to keep it prisoner as deep inside his self as he could crush it. I had no reason left. He could take what he wanted, anything he needed. I would just live inside him, such an easy choice. His tongue pushed against my tongue like a bully, throwing it wherever he chose, trying to flip it over on its back. He drove the hardened tip deep into the soft tender flesh on the floor of my mouth, then spread the tip wide to fling my tongue upward like a killer whale flinging its seal victim in the splashing surf of our shared saliva. It was pure playful violence, toying with me. His tongue yanked back, but only so his teeth could nip my lips, before thrusting again into my beaten mouth. A wave of his saliva followed, only for me to swallow every drop after which my lips closed over his tongue so I could suck it dry. I felt like a virgin, like I had never kissed anyone before in my life. Whatever I had done before, it couldn’t be called a kiss. THIS… this was what qualified as a kiss. When had I slumped against this wall, lowering myself so I was below his head? It made his violation easier. He cradled my head with one hand while his other hand danced across my face. I felt his finger enter my lips next to his tongue. He drew back his head slowly, looking at me with his flannel eyes, his finger still in my mouth. I slumped there, staring. My mind was coming back too slow. “How…..?” He gasped. Now he was breathing heavy. He put a second finger in my mouth, and I unconsciously sucked them, captivated by his stare. “Let’s go.” He said, curling his fingers around my bottom teeth and pulling me off the wall by my jaw. I didn’t even care. What the fuck? The world was still gone. Oh I recognized the school, where we were. But I had no idea what time it was, didn’t care. School? Class? Not even on the radar. I followed him to his car, and he was kind enough not to drag me the whole way by my teeth. “Fuck. Sorry Tom.” He said, releasing me. “It’s…. I …. What?” That was the level of my intelligence at that moment. Just saying words. “Get in.” He ordered. Commands. I could do that, follow commands without my mind, super easy. The Army was going to get a perfect soldier. So I got into his car and shut the door, staring out the windshield trying to make sense of whatever this was. “Tom? You okay?” I heard from my left. I turned my head slowly, like some creepy horror movie mannequin. I swallowed before answering. “Yeah. Okay. I’m okay.” “I’m sorry I did that. I don’t know why I did it.” He said, going back to not looking me in the eye. “Did what? What did you do Kev?” I was still trying to grasp reality. Nothing made sense. “The kiss? Kissed you in front of English class?” Which only sent my mind right back there, his lips, my tongue, my surrender. “That’s good.” I muttered distractedly. He looked at me again. “Tom? What? TOM!” His raised voice got my attention, finally. I focused on his flannel eyes, his hair. “Your hair’s messed up.” I told him. Don’t ask me why that was the first thing I chose to consciously say to him. But in my defense, Kevin’s hair was never messed up. He always looked like fucking Tarzan. He smirked. ‘Yeah, you kinda put your hands all over it, through it, pulled it, smelled it. I thought you were going to eat some, but you didn’t.” None of which I remember. Not even to this day. “Really? When?” Now he smiled, a full smile. I remember those teeth, knew each of them intimately. My tongue came out and licked my lips. I have no idea why I wasn’t freaking out. “During what will always be the best kiss of my life.” I blinked. “Oh. Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh” my mouth lingered on the word. Finally, I grasped the entirety of what we’d done. “Oh shit.” Okay, I guess the freaking out part was just holding back a little. “Did we just do that? Like right there in the hallway?” Kevin nodded, his smile reduced to nothing. His eyes looked scared, but hopeful. I leaned back and rested my head against the headrest, closing my eyes. I sighed, thinking… at long last thinking. Maybe not such a perfect soldier, with all the thinking. Kevin waited with the quiet patience he always had. Comfortable silence. Weightless expectation. That was why. Why I said what I did. Because he was comfortably weightless there inside me. I mean beside me. Yeah, that’s what I meant. I looked at him again and smiled. “It was a fucking awesome kiss!” I laughed. He laughed too, the first time I’d ever heard him laugh. It sounded deep and throaty. “You kissed me gone, dude. I seriously left my body. I don’t remember everything that happened, I just remember living inside your mouth. I remember ever single crevice and corner of your mouth, every tooth, every bump. And your lips. Your lips. Those lips.” Before I knew what I was doing, I reached out to touch his lips. “You have no idea what you did to me, where you took me.” I didn’t feel like lying to him, I wanted him to know the truth. I needed him to know how special that was for me. He smiled, and kissed my fingers, still there touching him. “I know what you did to me, and where you took me. That I do know.” He got a little bashful then. “Um… sorry about attacking you there at the end. I don’t know why that happened. You drove me so crazy with what you were doing to me. I couldn’t take it when you let me put my tongue in your mouth. I lost it.” I moved my fingers under his chin to raise his face to look at me. “Kev? Look at me.” He did that thing again, his face pointed off to the side, his eyes looking then not looking, then looking again. “I’m not sorry. I wanted the beast off the leash, that was actually going through my head. I saw that beast inside you and wanted it to feed on me. You were perfect, amazing, so strong and in control. I didn’t know a kiss could be all that. So, thank you. Thank you for kissing me. Thank you for giving me all of you, like I gave you all of me. I never thought that was possible, but you showed me it is.” I watched as tears started to fall from his eyes. “Thank you too. Tom? I really like you.” I wiped his tears. “Yeah. I like you too Kev. In fact, I know I love you. But I’m straight Kev. We’re going to be close friends, because I love who you are, the guy inside. I like your jokes. I like your always thinking brain.” He chuckled, then took a deep breath, then looked out the windshield. “I figured.” He wiped his eyes on his shoulders. “Are you sure you want to be my friend. I’m gay, Tom. And after that display in the hallway, people are going to talk. I guess I just came out at school.” I grabbed his hand. “Only if you want to. Fuck those people, the ones who want to be mean. You don’t need them. And I’ll shut them up for you if you want.” “But what about you? They’re going to think you’re gay too. Fuck! I screwed this up so magnificently, and now you’re going to suffer.” He threw his head back, raking his hand through his hair and holding his head. “FUCK FUCK FUCK!” “Hey, hey, settle down. Get the beast back on the leash, buddy. It’ll be fine.” I really wasn’t worried. “I don’t care if they think I’m gay. You’re gay and you’re amazing. If they think I’m like you, I couldn’t be happier. “ “Really? What if girls don’t want to go out with you?” He asked. I laughed. “Dude, you don’t know girls. They’ll see it as a challenge, can they turn me straight, make me forget about dick? If I play this right I might actually lose my virginity. Some girl’s gonna want to use that pussy power.” His eyes got wide. “You’re a virgin? You?” His surprise amused me. “Yup, turns out that being a good guy makes it extra difficult to get more than a blowjob. I can’t figure out why.” I heard him snort. “What?” I retorted. “You don’t think I’m a good guy? Or was that because I’m not as smart as you?” I’m not sure I appreciated this level of honesty. He shook his head. “No. No, not that.” He grinned. “Let’s see, someone just told me something like ‘you don’t know girls’ or some lame bullshit like that.” He raised his eyebrows. I hated myself for those three seconds before my brain clicked. “Oh you fucking ASSHOLE!” I grinned and punched him hard in the arm. He started cracking up. “You deserved that.” He laughed. “And OW! Jesus. I’m gonna have a bruise.” “Good.” I said. “Look, you’re right, being a good guy probably does work against you. You probably stop when they say no, right?” He tilted his head. “Yeah, I do. I’m not going to rape anyone. If they say no, it means no.” I didn’t see where he was going with this. He paused, I watched his grey eyes move left and right between his eyelids, his lips pressed together, obviously lost in thought. “Okay.” That’s all he said. “Okay what?” I asked. “You don’t have any answers? What’s the good in having a gay best friend if he can’t give me answers about girls?” He looked at me with a suave smirk. “You can comfort yourself with a no strings blowjob from your gay best friend any time you want.” I choked , then laughed. “You shouldn’t have said that.” He suddenly looked scared. “It’s a joke. A joke. Don’t be mad.” I looked back at him, with a straight face, saying “oh, a joke. That’s too bad.” Then I gave him a wink and a grin. He took a deep breath, then grinned. “Now who’s the asshole?” “Guilty.” I said. “But look, don’t censor yourself with me, Kev. You don’t need to do that. I know you dig me. Be yourself.” “Bet you’d still make them look good.” Kevin said. “Huh?” “That’s what you said. Before the kiss. ‘Good point. The shorts are ridiculous.’ Then you paused, and mumbled Bet you’d still make them look good.” I looked at him with my mouth open. “I… I don’t remember saying that. Did I say that?” He nodded. “Yeah.” His face was serious. Concerned. “That’s why I kissed you. I thought you liked me like I like you.” I put my hand over my mouth. I led him on? I felt bad. I shouldn’t have done that. “Kev, I’m sorry. It was subconscious, or something. I mean, I’m not going to lie, you have a nice body, and you’re handsome as hell with your soft grey eyes and your Viking Tarzan hair. And yeah, if I’m being honest you’d probably look hot in those track shorts because of your skateboarding ass and legs. But I didn’t mean to lead you on, or make you think we could be a couple.” I took a breath. “So you wouldn’t have kissed me if I hadn’t said that?” He shook his head “I would have been too scared to make a move. Just like every day since junior year.” “Okay, we’re going to revisit your crush on me for over a year, and you not even saying hi. We’re going to have to work on your balls if we’re going to get you a boyfriend. “ “Yes, let’s work on my balls. You can start now.” He said dryly. One. Two. Brain caught up. “Hah!” I laughed. “You’re too quick for me, dude!” I slapped his thigh. “Alright, well while I’m sorry I led you on and gave you the wrong idea, I’m still glad I said it because that kiss was FUCKING EPIC and I got a gay best friend out of it.” I explained. “Yeah. It was the best kiss ever.” He replied , lost in thought. “ I didn’t know a kiss could be like that either. So it doesn’t bother you that I’m crushing on you bad?” I shrugged. “I kinda like it. Besides, isn’t that how gay/straight friends work? I figured the gay one always had a crush on the straight one.” “What? No! Oh for fuck’s sake. Good thing you have me. You may be straight, but your head’s not. I’m gonna to straighten that out.” So Kevin straightened out my head, with girls and gay people. I guess I knew what I was doing when I called him my gay best friend, because the guy who I thought was my best friend turned into a major prick because of the rumors I was gay, which I did nothing to dispel. Fuck him. I did in fact get WAY more action, and lost my virginity to Carol Fredericks, a sweet little blonde volleyball player. We ended up dating for the rest of the year. I came clean with her that I really was straight, to which she screamed ‘I KNEW IT!’ And she punched me like a volleyball spike while I laughed until I swore to do anything she told me to for a week. Let me tell you, that sweet little girl was a freaknasty with her leash off. I loved that. Almost…ALMOST took me to the place of Kevin’s kiss. I had a moment beyond , but nothing as deep or long lasting as Kevin’s kiss. She was the one that taught me that eating a dude’s ass drives him fucking crazy. I need to introduce Sleeper to Carol. She tore my hole up with her mouth, even had me shooting once, just from her tongue in my hole. In my defense I hadn’t touched myself or seen Carol in two weeks when that happened. I begged her to fucking rape my hole, it drove me that crazy. She kissed me right after i shot, and tasting my own ass on her tongue almost made me cum again. And I had to stop myself from letting another load go when she picked up my pooled jizz and grinned at me while she forced my own cum into my asshole with two of her dainty fingers. I still fucked her twice more, once in each hole. I liked fucking her ass, and she loved it too because we didn’t have to use a condom and I could fill her up with my nut. Freaknasty. What a perfect, lovely, pretty, dirty little slut. I guess my laid back attitude and casual acceptance of pretty much anything allowed her to let her beast out. And you know how much that gets me gone to that mindless place. If I hadn’t joined the Army, and Carol hadn’t gone away to UCLA, we’d still be together. If she’s still single when I get back stateside, I’m going to look her up. For Kevin’s birthday that March, I asked him what he wanted. With that sardonic dry tone he said without blinking. “Give you a blowjob, of course.” It was our typical banter. It was the same thing he said at Christmas. On Valentines Day. When I asked him what he wanted to do on the weekend. ‘Maybe tomorrow’ I’d say. But this time I said “okay”, closed my locker, and walked towards the parking lot. I was halfway down the hall before he ran to catch up. I finally got him. This time HE had to wait for his brain to connect the dots. I felt kinda proud. “What?” He asked. I looked at him with a grin. “I said okay. For your birthday, you get to blow me.” He stared and blinked slowly. “This is a joke, right?” I put my arm around his shoulders, and he automatically wrapped his around my waist. Like we always did. “No joke buddy. But, there’s conditions.” He was trembling under my arm. “What conditions?” “Carol’s going to be there. She’s into it. Oh, and she calls the shots. Meaning if she wants to participate, she does. You good with that?” Kevin looked uncomfortable and a little freaked out. “She’s not going to order me around, is she? She won’t do anything to me, will she?” He stopped. “I don’t have to do anything to her, right?” I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Just me, buddy. She accepts you’re gay, she’s not trying to change you. I told her you’re GAYgay, that we’ve always joked about you giving me a blowjob. She asked if we’ve ever done that, I told her no. She asked why not, and I couldn’t really give her an answer except I didn’t want to lead you on, that you deserve better.” We reached the exit, saying goodbye to a few people we knew who never cared that Kevin and I hugged, walked with our arms around each other, got handsy when sitting next to each other. One cool side effect of all this was how many other people got comfortable with male affection. I noticed the guys on my teams hugging a lot more and being more at ease with touching. Of course, it was usually followed by ‘no homo’, but progress was progress. I stopped getting shit after they learned it wasn’t going to get a rise out of me, and didn’t ruin my day. I seriously didn’t care. I was going into the Army, the rest of these chumps could kiss my ass. A couple more guys came out as gay, but Kevin said they didn’t interest him. I hoped Carol’s plan worked. I was really worried my best friend would never move on and let his crush on me go. The air was still cool, in March, but Spring was almost here. We walked across the small lawn towards the parking lot where our cars were. Kevin and I used to take turns driving each other (wait… I mean riding with each other… fuck… taking each other to school… for fuck’s sake is there any way to make it not sound like we’re fucking each other? That’s Kevin’s influence, that dirty mind filled with double meanings). So anyway, since I started dating Carol, we drove separately most of the time. Carol and Kevin liked each other, it’s just sometimes Carol and I had personal business to conduct after school before our parents got home from work. “My parents are in Dallas for the weekend, and Timmy is staying at his friend’s until they come home. I’m apparently not mature enough to keep my little brother from dying in my care, but it’s fine with them if I do something stupid and end up killing myself. So, we have the house to ourselves. Wanna stay the weekend?” I asked him. His actual birthday wasn’t until next Wednesday, so there shouldn’t be any reason he couldn’t stay over. “Sure. Is Carol coming over?” I shook my head “Nope. Not until tomorrow night, for your birthday celebration. She said I have to save it for you. I think you’re going to have to blow me twice because I’m going to cum too fast the first time for you to have your fun. Carol and I haven’t gotten together since last week. It’s driving me crazy. I’m so fucking horny. Practice and games, I get no time. Thank God this is a bye week.” He gave me that clock ticking look. “This is something you WANT to do, right?” I smiled. “Yeah bud. I want to do this for you. I think you need this. Besides, I tell you how hot you are every week. What makes you think I’m not going to enjoy it just as much as you?” We hugged before we split to go towards our cars. “Well I won’t complain. What time do you want me to come by tonight?” That was Kevin. His biggest sexual fantasy was coming true and he still maintained that comfortable, weightless attitude. Who knows what going through his head, turning through those gears. I shrugged. “Anytime you want. Just grab your clothes and stuff and come right over. I’m going to go to the store on my way home and get some garbage food. I’ll see you there. Let yourself in if you get there before me.” I climbed into my 12 year old ‘79 Trans Am, a car I thought was a ‘classic’ at the time. Ha ha. Go ahead and laugh, then go fuck yourself. What the hell did I know? I was 18. **************** It was Saturday night, THE night. Carol was on her way, and Kevin and I had spent the day trying to not think about tonight. With each passing hour, he seemed to get more nervous, and that sideways look was back. I tried to reassure him, tried to be more affectionate, but it didn’t seem to be working. We were currently snuggling on the couch watching Terminator 2, it had just come out on video and I had snagged the last VHS at Blockbuster. Kevin was little spoon, and I had my arms wrapped around him, my leg over the top of his, while my chin rested on the top of his head. He was so warm, his meaty body felt perfectly contoured to mine. My right hand lazily rubbed his left pec while we watched Arnold blow shotgun holes in the liquid metal terminator. The special effects were insane. I liked how solid his body felt. Comfortable. His hair, skin, breath, all smelled soothing. He’d always chuckle when I’d sniff him like a dog, but it always seemed to calm me and make me smile. Although we always spooned and slept in each other’s arms when we’d stay over at the other’s house, somehow this moment felt extra special. I took a deep breath. “Kev?” He waited a few seconds before answering. I could feel him tense, then relax. I was patient, knowing he’d speak when his clock gears finished whatever they needed to do. “Yeah Tom?” His deep voice came out weak, filled with uncertainty, and a little fear. “I… I love you, buddy. I don’t think you realize how much.” I took another deep breath. Softening my voice, I continued, “Sometimes I wish I was gay, so I could be the man you deserve.” I felt him tense up, so I grabbed him tighter, not letting him run from this. And then I felt him shaking. I looked at his face below me and he was crying. Crying softly, making no noise. “Oh Kev. Don’t cry. Don’t cry buddy.” I kissed his head, his neck, his jaw that I thought was so masculine. “Please don’t, you’ll make me cry. “ I kept mumbling while I squeezed him tightly to me and tried to kiss away his tears. “You can’t cry on your birthday, it’s against the law.” I tried humor. He brought his hand up to rub my forearm. “Tom?” He paused. I knew I didn’t have to answer, he would continue when he had the right words. I kept up my affectionate attention while he prepared himself. He really did smell like the best thing in the world. Like rain on a summer day. A freshly planted field. The breeze coming off the ocean. Beneath it all, him, his unique scent, a light musk that could have been a spice if you could bottle it. He hadn’t worn cologne since the day I’d told him how good he smelled without it. “Tom, I don’t want you to be gay. I mean, I used to want that, at first. But that wouldn’t be you.” He was talking through his tears, still running down his face, wetting the throw pillow under our heads. “Part of why I love you with all my heart is because even though you ARE straight, you never hold back on how much you love me, and show me that. Do you remember the day of The Kiss?” “Every single detail, Kev. I’ll never forget it.” “You said something in the car that day that I think about every day. When I feel sad, it makes me feel better. When I’m scared, it calms me down. When you said those words, it made everything all right.” I’d said so many things that day, and my exact words were jumbled in my memory between my heaving emotions , and my scrambled brain. But Kevin always remembered everything exactly. “Which part, Kev?” “You said ‘Thank you for giving me all of you, like I gave you all of me’. So now it’s my turn. Thank you for giving me all of you, Tom. You’re perfect just as you are. So perfect, just like this.” And now I was crying too. We stayed like that, wrapped in each other, letting the emotion take us where it needed to, our eyes closed. We didn’t hear Carol come in, until she stood in front of the couch. “You started without me?” She said with a grin. We both looked up at her. “No.” We said together. She saw our tear stained faces. Her grin slipped. She knelt down in front of us, her eyes going from Kevin’s face, to mine, and back again. “Hey, are you two okay?” She reached out to wipe my tears, then wiped Kevin’s cheek too. “Yeah babe.” I said, smiling. I’m sure we looked pathetic, but I didn’t care. “I’ve got my two favorite people right here and I couldn’t be happier.” I leaned over Kevin and gave her a kiss. We were just inches from Kevin’s face. I could feel his soft eyes on us. “Wow.” He whispered. I smiled with my mouth still on Carol’s, and I saw a glint in her eye. Carol pulled back an inch, opened her mouth and let her tongue extend. She grabbed my lower jaw, squeezed my cheeks, forcing my mouth open. She darted in, shoving her tongue into my open mouth and took a long hard forceful lick up across my palate and teeth. Then she pulled my mouth open as far as she could and put her delicate chin all the way inside my lips, pushing her tongue inside along with it. I clamped down, almost chewing on her jaw. She moaned. She was the first girl I didn’t worry about how big my male mouth was. If I could swallow her head, she’d let me, and would want me to. “Holy fuck.” Kevin breathed below us. This was so hot. We’d never had an audience before. And knowing that Kevin was getting turned on by it had my dick throbbing as I unconsciously humped it over his meaty ass. I was grabbing his pec and playing with it. I was so turned on. Carol pulled back again, and stuck her magical tongue out once again. Yeah, her tongue wasn’t as big and fat as mine, but it was long, almost three inches. My asshole loved every wet inch. “Suck it.” She ordered, yanking my jaw towards it. God, I loved it when she treated me like her bitch. She couldn’t be too rough, too degrading, too demanding. It excited me that her tall thin body could control my big muscular one. I learned early on that my beloved Freaknasty could take it as well as she could dish it out too, but I could never decide which way I loved it more. She was so polite, sweet, and pure in public. Behind closed doors she became the best kind of depraved whore, and she knew ALL of my buttons. We were perfect together. She pushed me away after I tried to suck her delicious tongue as hard as I could and rip it out of her mouth so I could eat it. Fuck, the things she did to me. “That’s not the only thing going in your mouth tonight, baby” the sweet tone of her voice opposed that sparkle in her eye I knew so well. I was breathing hard, clutching Kevin’s chest. Somewhere in the back of my mind I hoped I wasn’t hurting him. I took a quick moment to glance down at him. He had the most sublime expression on his face. The excitement in those soft eyes changed them. Were the darker? They appeared to be two stormy skies. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips. Those lips. Carol grabbed me by the hair to get my eyes back on her. I caught the briefest glimpse of Kevin’s patented minuscule smirk before my eyes found hers. She stroke my cheek with her soft dainty hand. Man, her fingers were so long, her palm looked tiny next to them. “Oh baby, do you want to kiss Kevin? Like you kiss me?” She cooed. “Yes” I said hoarsely. I didn’t see it coming, the slap. I knew better than to take my eyes off her. I kept my head still , taking the full power of her slap. It was a stinger, she was a great volleyball spiker after all. My ear was ringing, my face on fire. Her voice was still filled with sugar, so sweet. “Too bad, baby. Tonight’s not about what you want. It’s all about him. Tonight he gets what he wants. Tonight he gets to… how do you put it? Let his beast off the leash? You want that, right?” She stroked my face again, so tender, it felt so good. “More than anything, baby girl.” “Do you love him, baby? Do you love him like me?” Still sweet, a gentle smile on her face. “Not like you. You, I want to possess, I want to grovel at your feet, I want to control you and let you control me. I want to be in front of you so I can see you and protect you, behind you so I can hold you, beside you so I can share everything with you. I want you to hold my heart, crush it if you wish, consume it, put it in a necklace to wear, while I do the same with yours.” We hadn’t talked about this, Carol and I. None of it, which was part of the thrill. I was going wherever she led me, trusting her completely to bring out what we all needed, the three of us. And she did it to perfection. She had a gift. “Oh baby, you are so wonderful, so gorgeous in your heart and soul.” She caressed me with her words. “And the outside is even more beautiful. So hot, so handsome, all those powerful muscles that would never be used to cause pain.” She finally let go of my hair and started stroking both cheeks lovingly. “And Kevin? What about him? How do you love your boyfriend?” Kevin jerked. Her eyes and one hand left my face. She looked down at him, smiling like an angel, stroking both of our cheeks now. “It’s okay. You know we all see it, right? Your hearts beat for each other. But let Tom tell you. Baby, tell him how you love him.” She tilted my head down to look at him, his eyes had gone to soft flannel again. I felt my tears start. “Kevin, I love you like the air I breathe, weightless, here inside me, always, filling me, keeping me alive. You are a fire that keeps me warm, comforting me. I wish we could merge into one, so I could feel your weightless comfort every second of every day, know what’s ticking in your amazing brain, feel everything you feel that keeps you solid, steady, and so much more real than anything else around us.” My tears were dropping on his face mixing with his own. “Thank you for being my friend. I love you buddy.” “Kiss your boyfriend, baby. Show him how you feel.” Carol whispered. I looked in Kevin’s soft eyes, and watched them begin to dart. “No.” I uttered, soft and tender. He and I had never kissed again like the day of The Kiss. “Why? Tell him why, baby.” She knew. I had told her about The Kiss. She already knew what I would do, what I would say. “I’m waiting for the moment. The moment when he’s ready to pull me into his eyes again. When he lets go of the leash he’s put himself on. The leash I never asked him to wear for me. Let it go, buddy. Come to me, pull me in. I want you to kiss me gone. I need you to give me all of you, without holding back.” If it were possible, which I guess it was because he did, he cried even harder, from fear, doubt, from a desire he could never answer without feeling the desperation of losing me. I saw it all in those soft flannel eyes. “You would do this for me?” He whispered. And I could tell he still couldn’t grasp that this was something I wanted just as much as him. Carol had opened my eyes about so many things. One lesson I learned above all others was not to avoid trying new things, that hidden pleasures were everywhere if you allowed yourself to look. I needed Kevin to show me what sex with a man was like. I too, had put myself on a leash, wanting the experience, but needing to keep from hurting him. But he was the only man I trusted to do this with. I wouldn’t do this with any other. “I want to do it for us.” When he heard those words his soft eyes stopped darting, and they pulled me in. And the world froze and disappeared. He became the only real, solid thing in the universe, even I was reduced to nothing more than elements of more than the five physical sensations. I came back to myself carrying Kevin up the stairs to my room, our mouths still locked together. I sensed Carol behind us. I’d warned Carol what could happen, if the stars aligned just right, but I didn’t expect it to happen like that, so fast. I remembered far more than the first time, my hands and mouth exploring his entire head, smelling everything, tasting every part my tongue could find. I violated his ears, driving my tongue deep into his ear canals, both of them. I needed to know how that private part of him tasted, how it felt against my tongue. I used my lips and tongue to remove his earring, rolled it around in my mouth to suck off the bits of him that came from inside his pierced earlobe. His nose I swallowed whole, the tip of my tongue penetrating up inside each nostril, the snot from his tearful surrender somehow as deliciously soothing on my tongue as everything else I’d savored. I licked his salty tears and cleaned his eyes. I remember chewing gently along that straight, sharp jawline I’d always admired. I sucked his Adam’s apple, it was hard against the soft sweetness of his throat, feeling it jump as he moaned. And then I wrapped my overly large mouth to cover his entire throat, the feel of his blood pumping through both his carotid and jugular pulsing against my lips at the same time sending me even deeper into the nothing. Here. Here was where I joined him, that merging that I wanted. He lay beneath me offering himself as a sacrifice to my hunger, my beast. With every breath, I felt the air move through his throat, his beating heart sending his blood through his artery up over my top lip, and back to his heart through his vein across my bottom lip, throbbing heat, over and over. So strong. Steady. Solid, like him. I existed only as his blood, his heartbeat, his comfortable heat, his weightless air for an eternity. For that time, I felt like his life, and I’ve never known a peace like that ever again. I don’t know how long he fed me, but he gave me all of him, patient like he always was until I’d gotten what I needed. Still clothed, we got to the landing and I moved towards my bedroom. I spared a glance at Carol. Her eyes were wide, and wonder was painted on her face. “Tom, my God. Who are you?” She asked. I left Kevin’s soft, beautiful, comfortable lips, smiled at her. “I’m him. I have him, he’s finally here.” As I pulled him to my chest. A tear slipped from my eye, tracing down my cheek. “And now, he will have me.” She didn’t have to say it, I saw it in her eyes. “You are the most amazing man, baby. I love you.” I smiled bigger. “Thank you for loving me. All of me. Even the part of me that is Kevin. You didn’t have to. But that’s who you are, and you made this gift happen because of what you have inside you. There’s no one I’ve ever known who gives so freely, and takes so unapologetically. I love you.” “Take him in there. Give him all of you. Show him what I see.” She turned to go back down the stairs. She wasn’t worried that this would change me, or change her and me. That wasn’t Carol. In fact , she told me before graduation months later that she was wet thinking about all the ways she hoped Kevin would violate me. She wanted to watch, but wanted us to be free to do everything we wanted to, needed to. Kevin stirred. I looked down at him, his soft eyes completely still as I gazed into them. “No, Carol. You’re coming too.” He said. And then that smirk. I laughed immediately, no three second wait. I had a feeling that my brain would never have to catch up with his again. “You heard him.” I said, when she hadn’t moved. She was obviously trying to figure out if that meant what she thought it meant. “Get your sexy ass in here! Oh, and Kev’s in charge. No leash.” I had no idea what Kevin would come up with, but knowing him, Carol and I were going to experience a few new things. Carol was going to learn that even though Kevin was a virgin, his beast made ours look like cute puppies. I remembered that all too well the day he took my soul.

sorry its been a while work + personal stuff has been kicking my ass lately so not been writing but here is part 11 i hope you enjoy, once again i apologise for grammar and spelling i blame the dyslexia Part 11 Its was starting to get light when Gray stumbled on to the porch. the Uber ride had been hell, Gray spending nearly the whole journey starring at the driver's crotch, he hoped the guy had not noticed but the cheeky wink from the guy as he adjusted himself told him otherwise. Gary had had to force himself with a herculean effort to leave the car before he cheated on his husband with another guy tonight but the drivers parting words “I'm in the area all day and night if you need another ride” stuck with him sending a wave of heat and lust though his body and his mind racing. The house was quite as he slipped inside fumbling with the keys and slamming the bolt home putting a solid barrier between him and the uber driver. Gray called out but still no sound but he could tell the house was devoid of life, Jason must have left for work early not uncommon for his husband the schedule of an emergency surgeon was hectic and he would likely be home late if at all tonight. Gray moved up the stairs to his room, he felt sick and sweat was beading up on his skin as a fever built inside of him. he pushed though it and set up the computer making quick work of the security and altering his records... As far as S.R.A.R.G knew he had never been to Gentech he was on sick leave with a virus and was not due in for a week. He closed the computer and moved to the bed collapsing on the covers as his body spasmed with pain he let out a feeble cry as he slipped into unconsciousness. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 14 hours later Night had again fallen over the Gentech building as three men in black tactical gear watched a cleanup crew finish welding the elevator door shut before chaining the main doors closed. The building was to be abandoned after the incident as it was deemed too dangerous to go down into the labs at that time. The company could wait for now and retrieve their prize when it was safe, it wasn’t like anything could get out of the locked down labs. And there talented spin team would make up a convincing story of why Gentech had closed its doors. The three men watched as the clean-up crew drove off, leaving them to guard an abandoned building in the middle of nowhere. Andy was the first to speak. pulling the bulky helmet free, the early summer heat lingering from the day causing him to sweat his short dark hair plastered to his head “this is bull shit!” One of the others looked over at the dark-haired man’s outburst and raised an eyebrow with a faint smirk “problem Andy?” “Don’t give me that smirk Shiro, I had plans tonight, instead I'm called in to guard a building no one cares about just in case!” Andy shot back at the Japanese man leaning against the door, who just shrugged he looked like he was about to say something back when the third man cut in. His voice was deep and gravely thanks to a 30-year cigar habit, but when he spoke people listened “Boy shut it I don’t want to hear about court side seats an Shiro don’t wind the boy up or he will be whining all night like his old lady” Andy scowled up at Karl, the man lit one of his large cigars and stared back his eyes cold. Karl was massive at least 6;3 and built like a brick shit house. Andy remembered Gray calling him the ultimate Daddy when the teams were on a night out together and Karl had turned up in jeans, boots, white t-shirt and a leather waistcoat. Andy though he looked more like a biker with the tats, piercings and the full beard all of which were against regulations but Karl got away with it. Andy shook his head his face red like a child that had just been told off, and threw the helmet at Karl’s feet “fuck you Karl I'm gona go patrol” The large man just let out a little chuckle and watched Andy storm off, Shiro looked a little uncomfortable his lithe form pushing from the plate glass window to follow the disgruntled man “he looked upset Karl maybe we should....” The massive man cut him off with a large plume of smoke and a waved hand “boy needs to cool off let him be ….. nuffin but glow bugs out here, an it aint like the glow bugs are gona hurt him” Andy walked into the darkness cursing under his breath “fucking Karl fucking Shrio this is bull shit” he was supposed to be court side right now watching a game on a weekend away from the wife and kids. Now he was stuck here for the night and in the morning, back to the home that felt more like a prison, a wife that seemed to take perverse glee in making him feel like shit and the screaming children who never gave him a moments piece. Andy sighed how he wished he could escape his life of mediocrity. but he was trapped, had been since he was eighteen and too scared to do anything about it. Too scared to see or venture into the world past his picket fence prison, bar those few glorious weekends away that kept him sane. He was at the back of the building before he broke from his thoughts he must have been walking for a while because the building was massive and he could barely see anything in the darkness but the small concrete walkway leading around the building and the concrete wall to his right towering above him. To his left a sea of tall grass, evidently landscaping only happened to areas the public could seeand no fucking lights just his luck. Oh, and firefly's the bugs were everywhere some large clumps of them seemed to be massed in the grass ahead pulsing with that toxic green light. Andy shrugged and turned on a shoulder light before moving further but it did little just casting deeper darker shadows around him and robbing him of his night vision. He got to a large concrete pillar and looked around no one was back here who would be. Even if he shouted, he doubted Karl and Shiro would hear him, he pulled his radio out and thumped the receiver “I'm at the back of the building all quite” Shiro's voice came back sounding almost out of breath “yeah ….cool nothing .. here either” there was a pause and what sounded like a slapping noise and a sharp intake of breath “you.... coming ... back round?” Andy was confused about the strange cadence of Shiro’s voice but just shook his head not knowing or really caring what the guy was up to. Probably push-ups or jogging to stay awake of something like that "in a bit it's going to take me some time to get back anyways” “kay.. Take.. Your time” another quite gasp and what sounded like a grunt from Karl before the radio fell silent. Andy clipped it back to his belt and turned to the wall pulling down his fly and exposing his cock to the hot humid night air and aimed it towards the post his back to the grass. He let out a soft sigh as he felt the pressure release. Golden liquid splashed onto the wall, that’s when the Makers Large slate grey hand covered his mouth and an arm wrapped around his waist pinning his arms, pulling him backwards and up. Andy tried to scream but only a muffled noise got past the hand, he kicked out at the creature who had once been Alverez as it moved Infront of him. the piss still fountaining from his dick in chaotic arcs as he kicked and struggled covering both him and now Alverez, the warm golden droplets glinting like diamonds in the toxic green pulsing light of the creatures' veins as It dripped down the muscular slate grey form. Alverez let out a soft keening purr as his newly transformed dick rose in pleasure at the sensation and began to rip apart the struggling man's piss-soaked combats. Andy screamed louder into the hand, fighting more against the steel grip of the maker who was pulling his head back further he could feel this creature's dick pushing into his back the sheer size of it near comprehendible. Its long tongue licking his cheeks and ears as its hot breath washed over his face. The fabric fell away with the belt and radio into the tall grass, Alveraz moved in licking Andy's exposed neck his long fingers started to work on the reinforced vest his steel hard dick rubbing Andy's taint and nudging up against his ass as the man struggled leaving a trail of tar like precum in its wake. The vest came free causing the masters grip slip sending Andy to the ground hard winding him. the terrified man tried to shout out but only wheezed. In panic he lunged for the radio his fingers scant millimetres away when a hand closed over his ankle like a vice and pulled him back. Andy spun and kicked out at the hand of thing grabbing him. He looked up intent of sending a kick to the creatures' face but his eyes locked with the Alverez and stopped. his became face a mask of horror and he froze mid kick. He recognized Alverez and the sight of what was once college a friend had become, his mind not able to process it he just stopped stunned like a deer in oncoming headlights. Alverez took that moment to move forward as fast as a striking snake and locked lips with the human. Andy tried to struggle screaming as he tried to push the creature off as its tongue invaded pushing past his lips into his mouth, its saliva working its way into him its effects coming on fast. Andy gaged as the creatures' tongue and spit hit the back of his throat, the screaming and thrashing subsided replaced with a soft moan of pleasure his hands moving over the creature's muscles like corded steel. Alverez pulled back to a kneeling position and looked into the Humans now glazed eyes staring back at him. Andy was confused unable to recall why he was so scared he knew he should be scared to be repulsed but it was hard to think his mind felt foggy. instead, he just lay on the grass staring at the slate grey Adonis kneeling by his feet not even able to put his thoughts into words. The creature that was once Alverez had changed so much from his bulky Mexican he had known. Now his slate skin was pulled tight on overly defined steel hard muscles as if all his fat had wasted away, making him look gaunt. his body covered in a spiderweb of black blood vessels pulsing in that toxic light, the thick hair of his chest, legs and arms still there but now jet back just like his eye's which were pools of obsidian darkness Andy took it all in with a strange fear and hunger. He bit his lip as he felt a heat a lust building in him it was like he was 18 again driven only by hormones and need. He knew he needed this creature this god in ways he did not understand ways that made him ache inside. His hands moved to his t-shirt and he pulled it off the sweat soaked fabric. Exposing a stocky hairy body with a definite paunch caused by lack gym of too many late-night beers, stress and lack of real sleep. His once sculpted body had been taken from him by life and responsibilities. Shame seemed to cut though fog in his mind, Andy had hated his body for years and now seeing this creatures sculpted perfection and the second looming behind it. he tried to cover himself to hide the body he was ashamed of. Seeing this Alverez let out another soft growl and moved forwards his hands pulling Andy's above the man's head and pinning them in the grass with one hand as the second stroked the human's hairy chest and now rock-hard cock. The creature looked deep into his eyes before moving into another kiss. Andy did not resist and simply moaned giving himself to the creature fully. The others circled in the grass watching and longing for the human but knowing this was Alverez first and not to interfere of the maker would punish them so they move to each the three stroking, kissing, sucking and fucking as Alverez brought another into the fold with the help of the maker. Alverez’s lips moved from Andy's and down his tongue licking every inch it could reach of the writhing humans' body. Detouring to lick and snuffle the humans intoxicating moist pits before moving on to the sensitive pink nipples causing the human to shudder, buck and moan at the sensations. soon its mouth enveloped the moaning man's member, he began to suck and lick keening with pleasure at the taste of the pure precum leaking into its mouth, Andy's eyes flew open for a moment as Alverez's tongue began to explore and probe first his taint then ass and he let out a small almost sob of pleasure as the tongue circled then darted inside, before closing his eyes and whimpering, now unaware of the world outside of the new pleasures being inflicted on him. The maker knelt next to Andy and moved the man's head to the side so he could to lick and suckle on the end of its toxic dick. The maker moaned at the sensation and it began to push the infected meat further down the human throat. Andy choked and gaged at the size his mouth stretched and his jaw ached at the effort distracting from the fact the sensation had stopped around his ass. Alverez had now pulled back and had placed the head of his massive tainted member against Andy's hole, it looked giant in comparison to the small opening and the toxic head was already leaking its vile fluids with just the thought of taking this man's virginity and transforming him, Alverez pushed forwards feeling the opening futile resistance. Andy’s eyes went wide and he tried to scream around the huge cock in his mouth, at the pressure of something the size of a mans fist trying to force its way inside His virgin hole. This was beyond any pain he had ever experienced. He tried to struggle and escape as his mind cleared by the pain of what was happening to him. But Alverez’s hands were on his hips now and the creature pulled back with one swift motion hammering his deadly tool home. Andy felt the moment his ass give way to what felt like a molten fist of steel tearing him apart. The white-hot pain making him thrash and spasm unable to scream around the makers tool still pumping in and out of his throat. After only a few seconds the pain seemed to morph the initial wave of white-hot Agony replaced with strange burning pleasure radiating from where Alverez cock now nestled leaking its toxin inside him the virus spreading into the blood and tissues of the man changing him with even this small amount of exposer, As the toxic member pumped back and forth rubbing its poisoned load him Andy began to moan again as the maker pulled its cock from his lips. Alverez put his arms under the humans and pulled him back, on to his lap fulling impaling him as he thrust up relentlessly. Andy cried out at the sensation and wrapped around the creature's neck as he rode and ground ageist the massive dick pummelling and tearing up his insides as more and more of Alverez's venom filled and changed him. He was finding it hard to think past the haze of pleasure, to even understand what was happening as pieces of him slipped away into the fog worries, stresses and memories that he had once thought important that had held him back for years washed away by the tide of change. After what could have been minuets, hours, years …. There was a moment of stillness as he looked into Alverez eyes, the creature on the edge of Agony and pleasure as Andy felt the toxic member inside him swell full of cum and change. He knew what that meant what was about to happen to him and he somehow was at peace with it he knew he had wanted to escape his life and this was an … his escape. With his last remnants of his human mind and his last true thoughts as this Andy, he slammed his hips down with a shout of defiance forcing the Toxic member deeper inside himself and sending his grey god over the edge. There was a brief moment where his mind understood the consequences of the decision he had made in heat of passion. As he felt the pulsing of the toxic cock spraying his ravaged insides with rope after rope of what felt like gallons of contaminated cum that part of him was consumed and changed, as the virus burned away what he was in the wake of the transformation it was wreaking on his body. Andy came at that moment the sensations too much for him his dick exploded ropes of the last pure cum, he would ever release in this world covering his and Alverez chest as he slumped forward whimpering and twitching as the true transformation began. he was pulled from the creatures softening dick, black corruption and blood spilling form his destroyed hole and laid in the grass once more, black veins racing from the point of infection his skin behind them taking on the slate gray tone. Alverez scooped and licked the fresh cum form his and Andy's writhing body, glowing brighter as he swallowed the creamy pure substance down letting out a moan of bestial pleasure and growing hard again. The Maker moved fast and took position between Andy's legs, ramming his dick home into the man's warm wet hole. the Maker knew they had little time and that this creation would be a failsafe if they were caught by the men who had confined and created him. He needed to ensure his DNA would spread and multiply. Andy hardly flinched at the invasion, the Maker worked swiftly there was no gentleness to this he was simply and brutally fucking and pounding using the transforming man's ass. He could feel black cum churning inside the man as more came frothing and leaking around his member the sensations pushing him over the edge, slamming its cock as far into the human as it would go, It came with a roar spraying the mans destroyed innards with more of the tainted black cum. Andys eyes flew open as he screamed again. His human eyes turning to pure black spheres. As the maker watched Andys fat reserves were drained away to fuel the rapid changes ripping though him, his skin was growing tort over defining muscles with the pop and crack of elongating limbs. the transformation was moving fast so much faster with the Maters superior potence driving it forward. The maker pulled out and stood looking down at the thrashing Man on the floor one last time. knowing with speed the transformation was happening he would be reborn into his new form soon. He would hunt and spread the infection ensuring their DNA would live on. The maker let out another shrike of triumph causing the others to move to him the excitement spreading amongst them Alverez looked down at his creation not wanting to leave him but knowing his place, he too joined the maker as they moved away from the place of their creation. Like a pack of wolves, they disappeared into the night on the pheromone trail of the brother who had escaped them. But not for long …..