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Jamal and Darnel took turns fucking Mark and I for the next hour. It was near 8pm when they had bred us twice a piece and Mark and I had cum each just once. Mark in my mouth and me in my hand. I guess no matter what I do. I am the bottom rung. I am the one that will suck and get fucked. If i cum it will be either by my own hand or by someone fucking me just right. I was OK with that Pozzed Cheerleader 6 Mark and I were thoroughly used and abused by Jamal and Darnel. I laid there in the middle of the living room floor with my ass in the air with the butt plug fitter firmly deep in my used ass. Mark had gone to take a shower while Jamal and Dar went to bed. The lights were unceremoniously turned off on me like I was an afterthought. I woke up in the middle of the night cold and stiff from sleeping on the floor and the room was dark. I made my way to my room making sure my phone was charging. I had a 730 class so i still had a couple of hours to sleep. I used them all. I made it through my 730 class and was walking back through the Union when I got a text asking if I was hungry. I did not recognize the number, but I responded back anyway with a ‘yes’. “Go to the bathroom on the erd floor in the western hall!” a text shot back. I started to reply, but another text shot back instantly with… “Don’t think…Do it” I felt chided, but I climbed two flights of steps and made my way down the main hall to the western hall to the lone mens room there. Once I got there another text came telling me to take the middle stall. I hung my book bag on the door. I dropped my shorts and sat on the toilet and was about to text, “now what”, but before I could. I got a “WAIT…you have a 90 minutes before your next class, remove your plug”. Whoever I was talking to knew what I had been through. I sat patiently for just a few moments. When I heard the outer door of the bathroom squeak open and then the inner door. I knew these restrooms were used for cruising, but I never cruised. Well, I guess until today that is. Whoever just walked in took the stall to my right against the wall, he undid his pants and sat down. I carefully watched from the racquetball seized hole in the partition as he stroked his big black dick to near hardness. When suddenly he shoved his cock through the hole. He spoke, “you the white cocksucker?” I answered by swallowing 5 inches of his hard 8 that came through the hole in the wall. I sucked on his thick prick. He moaned his acceptance of my mouth on his cock. He told me to get it wet cause it was going in my ass soon. I still had not recovered from Saturday or Sunday, but I was not going to argue. I just was unsure of being fucked in a pusblic place. I sucked his massive prick slobbering on it as much as I could when he told me to fuck myself on his black wood cock. I barely hesitated before I spun around and backed myself onto his cock. He let out an audible moan of satisfaction as I took as much of his I possibly could. I bounced back on his meat. His breathing was ragged and I soon felt his cock expand and explode filling my ass with his gooey jizz. I felt his cock spasm 5 or 6 times. My ass felt full, but I knew I was not done yet. My anonymous fucker withdrew his massive prick, adjust his pants and was gone. I never knew his name or saw his face. I clenched to hold his load in me. I pushed the plug back into my cunt to keep from leaking and to keep his hot load deep in my ass. I sat down and wondered what I had got myself into, but did not have to ponder long as the outer door opened and shut, and like clockwork the scenario nearly played out the same, but this time. There was no “get to know ya”. This nameless, faceless prick, but equally as large dong but more brown slipped through the gloryhole. I just spun on the toilet seat and started sucking like it was my job. I could hear him moan his approval over the stall wall. I sucked him for a good 5 minutes when he pulled out of the hole and dropped down. Shoved his thick Mexican dick under the stall and told me to squat on it. I could see the scorpion tat with a “+’ sign right by the stinger. I was pretty sure I knew what that meant, but I no longer cared. I pulled the plug once again from my ass. I was getting good at that, and lowered my white ass onto his massive cock. I hovered on his cock, while he slammed into me from under the stall. He drove his cock as deep as he could into me. I forgot for a moment where I was and let out a loud moan that I thought for sure someone outside would hear. I begged him to cum in me. I wanted his tainted seed deep in my bowels impregnating me. I had sweat dripping off of my forehead as I squatted on this nameless, faceless but seemingly positive cock. I begged him to breed me. When I said” fill me with your poz load papi!” He came like a geyser combined with the last guy’s cum. I leaked like a broken faucet. I could feel my ass dripping on his balls. He told me to clean him up. I quickly plunged the plug back into my cummy asshole and licked his cock and balls clean of my ass and his cum. I did not want anyone to walk in on us like that. I looked at my watch and I still had an hour before my next class and another text message telling me that I had two more guys to service. It was now my duty every Monday, Wednesday and Friday between my first and second class to report to this bathroom and service whomever comes and to do whatever they request. I should dress comfortably and be prepared for 4 to 8 loads a day in the morning alone. I had just enough time to finish reading the text when I looked up to see another dark cock being pushed through the hole. I later learned I was servicing some professors on campus who did favors for the football and basketball teams. I did not care most of them had big cocks and could fuck and none of them asked about status. I was just a willing hole for them. They did not want to know who I was and I did not want to know who they were. If they wanted to be known I would find out soon enough. By the time, my class started that morning. I had serviced 5 cocks3 of them took my ass and two orally. They gave me plenty of time to get cleaned up for class, but I still could feel my ass leaking all afternoon. When I had to go to cheer practice and had to face Jamie and Mark. I could all their eyes on me. Even my now ex-girlfriend. I saw her kissing her new ‘friend’ the starting linebacker for the football team. I hoped he was on George’s list to get this year. More to CUM Love the hot email I have jerked off to you guys as much as you have jerked off to my stories. Joey

Part 6 We got dropped off at the sleazy, run down motel by the expressway. "Hope she's fun!" the driver said, knowing that anyone that went to this motel only came for sex. Two or more guys going to tag team a slut there was pretty common and the taxi driver knew it. "Once inside, give me the layout of the room. Chair on left, bed on left in eight feet, dresser on right 10 feet. Stuff like that" he said as we walked up to room 107 and knocked. The door opened and a guy was standing there in just a pair of white boxers. He was skinny. Even skinnier than Owen. Ribs showing skinny. While he might have been two inches taller than Owen (three with the thick, dark, curly hair) he was probably the same weight and maybe less. He had a couple poorly done tattoos on his arms and a large, nicer one across his chest saying "No Fear" in Gothic script. It seemed appropriate since he didn't appear to be nervous at all. Excited or eager, but not nervous. I whispered to Owen the room layout and he moved over to the edge of the bed. "You really toxic?" the bottom asked almost as soon as the door shut. "Yeah, converted a week and a half ago so I should have a high viral load" Owen said and I nodded. The chaser grinned and I think his boxers tented before he then said "Shit... you really are blind. That's fuckin' twisted." "Why? I'm not different than any other gay guy other than I can't see. Now, do you want get bred or not?" Owen said. After a quick discussion I had the bottom's phone in my hand to record the event. Owen pushed his sweats down and stepped out of them while the bottom pulled his boxers off and climbed on the bed. Owen looked a lot more comfortable than I expected and after some spit and his fingers roughly prepped the bottom, Owen shoved his stiff shaft in. The cry from the bottom didn't deter him and he plowed the hole like an experienced top. A few screams came out of the bottom when Owen fucked even harder. My dick was hard the whole time, snaking down my shorts with a constant drip running down my leg. Owen looked like he was having fun and even made the skinny guy beg for the first charged load. Owen fucked the chaser doggy style most of the time, standing on the floor with the bottom's ass over the edge to start and ending with the bottom flat on the bed, drilling him hard and making the skinny guy whimper. He pumped two loads into the chaser in the hour plus that we were there and both looked exhausted. "Sorry, I can't do a third time... My ass is on fire" the bottom said painfully. The video and pictures told how much damage Owen had done and the pink jizz oozing out of the bottom's hole confirmed it. While we waited outside for the taxi to show up, Owen asked "Do you think that did it or am I going to have to do him ten times like you did to me?" I laughed before saying "No way to tell. I probably could have stopped after the first couple times, but I like fucking you too much" and grabbing his ass. A few moments later I told him "You really trashed his hole though, so this might do it. I doubt he'll be taking any dick for a few days." "He said he wanted it rough. Some of the stories I read said to dig my fingernails in to make him bleed so the virus can get inside him easier" he explained. "It'll take a couple weeks before he'll know. But now you know what it feels like" I said. A few seconds later he said "I'm glad you didn't stop. I like when you fuck me and you never hesitate to cum inside me like a lot of guys. I never thought I'd find a guy that was willing to infect me, though. Maybe I'd get one of the regular STDs sometime, but I expected that getting pozzed would stay a fantasy. Thanks." Just as the car pulled up, Owen said "I think I prefer to just keep fucking a guy like you did with me. Moans are far sexier than cries of pain." We went back to his dorm and since my balls were still full, I was on top of him a couple seconds after the door was latched. I was too horny for any foreplay so as soon as I could get his sweatpants down I had three gobs of spit on his hole and a leaking dick trying to force it's way in. "Oh fuck yeah... shove that poz dick into me" Owen growled out while my shaft sank into his ass. I paused a moment once I was over half way in and tugged my tee shirt off, tossing it by my shorts that were near the door. A quick pull and his was off too before I bent over and resumed forcing my cock further into his hole. My chest was laying on his back with my dick fully planted inside him. "You really got into breeding that neg guy, didn't you? Did it feel good trying to knock him up?" I asked. I didn't really give him time to answer before my hips were thrusting in. When I fucked him before, I always started slow and worked up to a hard fuck since that's what he said he liked when we first met. This was like I usually fucked with other guys when I was really horny. "Yeah... It felt fucking great... Going to own his ass forever... Just like you own mine... Ugh... Harder!" he grunted out between each shove I gave him. My hands were on top of his, holding him down and keeping him in position. He began to push his ass up and milk my cock until my cock began to throb. The throbs turned into strong pulses with spurts of cum flooding his ass once again. We both moaned loudly and I laid on top of him until my cock softened. I rolled off and laid next to him, watching him roll on to his back. "That was the hottest fuck yet. I loved how you just fucked me without being gentle in the beginning. It's how I imagine most cum dumps get used. I have a way to go though" Owen said. "Good to know" I said, grinning. A few moments later I added "I don't know if you're interested, but... I'm going to a sex party this weekend if you want to go with me. It's a no-loads-refused party and you can show off that greedy little ass of yours. Maybe even breed a guy or two" I said. His cock twitched a few times and he nodded his head 'yes'. We got there early and stripped at the door like host told us to. We put our clothes in a bag and wandered in, grabbing a drink and finding a spot to peruse the other guests. The crowd slowly got bigger and I was describing the guys to Owen as we sipped on our drinks. It was a mix of guys with a handful of college guys like us and the rest were mid-twenties to fifties. "I think I'm just going to bottom tonight. Hopefully I can get more poz cum inside me" Owen whispered to me. Once the crowd got settled and the alcohol had killed most of everyone's inhibitions, I knew the real fun was about to start. "I think it's time to stake out a bed" I told him and we wandered down the hall to the bedrooms. The first room already had a bottom hogging the middle of the bed, but the second room was empty. He took the head of the bed and I took the foot, our bare asses facing the door. It only took a few minutes and I heard "Oh fuck yeah... two holes, no waiting." That was the start of a continuous line of horny guys using us. After the fourth load, I got up to find my own hole to breed. I told Owen that I would be back to check on him later and the tall 30-something bear fucking him said "Don't hurry. I got a few buds that need to tap this sweet ass. We'll have him knocked up by morning." The comment made me smile and I wandered out of the room knowing that Owen was going to get his wish. I wandered around, leaving a trail of cum wherever I walked and fucked a few guys, one other college guy and one that looked to be a tall guy in his mid-thirties. Both got their first, albeit small, poz loads of the night. One totally shaved twink was bent over the couch in the living room taking dick. I walked up and when the current top pulled out I took his place. Immediately, I had this huge hand on my shoulder. "Careful there, boy. That cunt is full of some nasty seed. We're gonna get him pregnant tonight. I doubt those four loads have done their job yet" a deep gravelly voice said. I smiled and shoved my stiff cock into the sloppy hole. As I fucked I noticed the marks on the back of the twink. Two neg and eight poz hash marks kept track of what was inside and in a puddle below the twink's ass. I drilled him for several minutes and noticed a few guys were waiting their turn. My grunt preceded a big load getting pumped in. I added my mark to make it nine, getting a huge grin from the big guy that warned me earlier. "No meds" I whispered to him as I made room for the next guy. He had a six inch biohazard tattoo on his upper back and I wondered whether it was better to show my status like that or not. After another tour of the apartment, I made it back to the bedroom and found Owen fucking a thin, gray haired, middle aged otter. A minute later he unloaded to the encouragement of the tall bear that had fucked him earlier. "Yeah, shoot your last neg load into Harry!" I smiled, wondering if Harry cared that the "neg" load he got was anything but bug free. "Good job" I told Owen as I wrapped my arm around his shoulder, guiding him back toward the door. It was just past 2AM and we had been there for almost five hours. "Thanks! Hope you enjoyed it as much as we did" the bear told us and the bear's friends all agreed. As we pulled our clothes on I noticed the tally marks on Owen's back. "Hmm, four, two and seven. I think that means you can truly call yourself a cum dump now" I told him. He was confused and I explained "four neg loads, two unknown, and seven poz loads got fucked into your hole tonight." I crashed in his room that night and both of us slept soundly. It was a little strange sharing a twin bed with him, but we were spooned the whole night with my arm around him, holding him close. In the morning I was going to help him wash the marker off his back. We shared a shower, getting a chuckle from the other guy that was drying off nearby. "No... leave it there. I want people to see it" he said when I told him I was going to wash the marks off his back. "I always dreamed of doing something like that. Thanks for inviting me" he told me before he added "Now lean against the wall, I want to give you my last neg load" with a sinister laugh. After the shower, he wanted me to get a picture of his back with the tally marks. When we started to dress, he asked me to pick out a tank top that would let people see what a slut he'd been the night before and I found a stringer tank that exposed most of his shoulders. "You might want to get something more permanent" I said and told him about the guy at the party with the biohazard tattoo on his back. He didn't reply, but I could tell he was thinking about it. I wondered how many people would understand the visible marks on his back as he walked around the rest of the day or two. I would have hung around, but I had a hookup with a hung poz guy that afternoon. Owen's profile had changed with the pictures I had suggested along with three hidden pics too, one was the picture of his back from the party. I liked the new phrase he put in the description "versatile, into risky play" yet he still had 'ask me' as his status to leave it ambiguous. I stumbled on another profile he set up that was more blatant about what he wanted. The picture of his freshly bred hole had the text "Newly poz. Looking 4 neg btms and viral tops." We continued to fuck, usually flipping, but it was back to once a week. He was proud of how active he had gotten, keeping busy with other guys both as a top and bottom. Two or three other hookups a week now seemed to be his norm. Owen would tell me how much dick he'd taken or given since our last meeting and wanted to know about my hookups too. A month or so later I asked Owen if he'd heard back from his first chaser. "One fuck is all it took. He wasn't ready for the conversion, though. He bitched like crazy for over a week. The other two were all excited, just like I was. I'm still waiting to hear on three others. Now... give me another poz load, Jeff" he said pulling his legs back.

Part 5 On my visit Thursday afternoon I thought I'd try another position. After he had sucked me hard and I'd eaten his ass for several minutes, I laid down and had him straddle me. He looked uneasy but once he put his hands down on my chest and felt my cock push into his ass he got more comfortable. It took a few tries but he figured out how to ride my cock. I was a little surprised when once he got more confidence he rode my dick really hard. Eventually, he slowed down and I pulled him forward before I took over and pounded him a few minutes. My cock pumped another half dozen spurts of cum into his ass. "Now it's your turn" I told him. "What do you mean?" Owen asked. "I want you to fuck your last neg load into me" I replied. I could feel the panic rush through his body. "I... I... I can't. I'm a bottom. I've never tried to fuck a guy" Owen said, his voice quivering like his body was. "Your dick has been rock hard every time we've fucked. I want to feel it in me. Now, pull off and move back two feet" I said firmly. Indeed, his cock was still stiff and laying on my stomach next to a small puddle of precum. He slowly raised up and my cock fell from his ass. I felt some cum dribble out and then watched him move back. My hands held on to his arms to steady him as he shuffled backwards. Once he was in position, I crawled away a little and got on all fours. I spit a few times into my hand and lubed up my hole before backing myself to him. His hands reached out and rested on my hips and I felt his shaft resting on my ass. "You can do it, Owen, just guide it to the hole" I said. Owen's right hand left my hip and I felt him press his dick into the crevice. He pushed it up and down along the trench until the head found the wet ring. I heard him breathe in deeply and then push in. I relaxed and felt his cock slide inside me slowly. He only went in a couple inches before he began to pull back. I was afraid he was going to pull out and give up, but he gingerly started to rock his hips. I heard some gasps and moans the longer he continued and soon I was moaning too. It took me back to the days where most of the guys I had sex with were virgins. A few words of encouragement got him to thrust deeper and a few minutes later I was pushing back on to his cock. Owen kept plowing my ass, occasionally stopping a moment before resuming. My hole started to feel slicker and I assumed he was lubing my ass with his neg precum. He filled the room with louder moans and that's when I knew he could go to the next step. My ring clamped down and he froze. I'm sure he was fighting off shooting his load, but that's what I wanted. The little devil inside me wanted him to give me his last neg load and his first charged one. Three more thrusts did it and I felt him flood my guts. Unlike with most guys, I could feel his cock throb inside my ring. I counted eight strong pulses before he gasped "Oh my god!" He stayed planted inside me another minute before pulling back. A second after his cock was free of my hole I was spun around and licking the jizz off his dick. After his cock was cleaned, I pulled him down on to the bed and we laid there together a few minutes in silence. "I always wondered what it was like, but I was too scared to try. Besides, I like feeling a guy fuck me too much..." he said. "Did you like it?" I asked. "Oh hell yeah... Thank you for making me try. It's still easier for me to bottom, but now I know I can top with the right guy" Owen said. "As I said, I want your last neg and first poz loads, so you'll get more practice" I told him. He needed some practice too. He wasn't the worst top I'd taken and pretty good for his first time, but I hoped he would get better. I also wanted to watch him charge up his first neg guy too, but I wasn't going to tell him that quite yet. It had been a while since I had fucked a guy while his load dripped out my ass and down my leg, but that's what our last fuck of the day was like. Our next seven meetings were repeats. I'd breed him, he'd breed me and then I'd give him a second load. We tried a few more positions too and while he preferred to fuck me doggy style, I found I liked a standing fuck with him braced on the dresser, me fucking him from behind while staring at our faces in the mirror. Owen was getting better as a top, too. His motions were more natural and had lost all of the jerkiness from his first few tries. He always shot big loads and I loved going home feeling it run down my legs. I was starting to question whether I was really poz when I got the message Monday afternoon. "I think I have the flu. Can you stop by to see?" he texted while I was in class. He looked like I did when the conversion flu struck a couple weeks after my Spring Break trip and the sight made my cock hard. It was a quick fuck, but he ended up with one more load of cum in his 101 degree hole. He was exhausted and I sucked a questionable load out of his balls before watching him pass out on his bed. Each day I would stop by to check on him and, like me, the bad part only lasted a few days. Friday night's fuck had our roles reversed. He fucked me twice and while the second load was a lot smaller, he fucked twice as long. Owen's comments told me how much he loved driving his cock into a cum filled hole. Afterwards, we laid there for a while, catching our breath. I felt good knowing that I'd knocked up my first guy and I hoped that Owen was OK being that guy. "No regrets?" I asked. "No. Not yet anyway. Ask me again in five years" he replied with a short laugh. "Do you want me to take you to the clinic to get tested?" I asked at our hookup a week later. Owen said "Yeah, I probably should." My heart sank, since I hoped that he'd poz up a few guys like I was planning on doing. Then he added "Take me along when you go to find out for sure. But... please wait a few more months." A smile came back to my face quickly. "Are you planning on charging up any guys?" I asked. "I've already been talking to one. I might need your help though" he replied with a devilish laugh. "Oh? I think you should do your first on your own, but if you want, I can help" I said. "I mean I need some help getting there and back. You can breed him if he wants, but I would prefer to fuck him by myself" Owen said.

Finally went to my first Cum Union event and fuck was it great! The Z is pretty small, I got a private room but mostly so I could take a break and relax and rest a bit before I had to drive back to Austin. They have a sling but the main play space is really just 2 setups of 3 stalls with a pair of glory holes each. One of the outer stalls is open, the other e have doors and all have a bench of some sort that’s the correct height to lay down or straddle and put your hole right up to the glory hole. I spent most of the night laying on by back, legs in the air with my hole firmly pressed to a glory hole, door wide open. Guys would walk by, sometimes pass and turn around to get a better look or just stop and watch. Almost every single one would then hop over to the next stall and take their turn breeding my hole. It was so fucking hot! My only complaint is everyone was locking the middle door while they were fucking me but I would have definitely preferred they left it open at tag teamed with other tops. I didn’t think about keeping a load count but I’m pretty sure I broke my record of 50 in a day without even trying in just 10 hours and basically all anon! I highly recommend The Z if your into anonymous glory hole breeding! I will definitely be going back for another Cum Union!

I watched the full moon come up. While I always looked forward to full moons, this one was special. This was the first full moon after my son's 18th birthday. Actually, it was my son's 18th. Like all males in my line, he was born on the first day of the full moon. We'd had a party that day with all his friends, but I made sure it was over by late afternoon. As the full moon rose, huge on the horizon, its ghostly light filled the twilight with sharp shadows. Between my legs, I felt its power as my cock and nuts began to swell and grow. I was naked, my 6’4 frame standing in the window watching the moon. Hard muscles lined my body in a taut swimmer's build. Strong, lean muscles bound my legs, and even before the moon rose, my penis was of breathtaking proportions. Fully limp, it dangled 15 inches from my hairy crotch, a wrist-thick hose. Behind it, a nut sack that belonged on a bull hung down, each orb as big as a coconut. When I got hard, which happens often, just over 2 feet of arm-thick dick stuck out from my groin, straight out, a foot around, with a head bigger than my fist. Precum ran from my dick like a stream, and I came in pints, not teaspoons like a “normal” human. But that was normally, not during the full moon. As the moon bathed me in its light, I felt my groin tingle like I was getting hard, but I wasn't, not yet. I watched as my limp dick grew, getting fatter, longer, heavier. Two feet of limp dick, now three. My nuts swelled even more impressively, by the time my outrageous penis hit a yard long, limp, my nuts were larger than watermelons, and hung well past my knees. From my son's room I heard screams of surprise, wonder, shock and a touch of pain. I smiled. Almost every one of us goes through our initial transformation at least somewhat clothed, and when you grow from a perfectly average cock to one that reaches to the floor, well, pants stop cutting it. I walked over to my son's room, my monstrous limp pecker swinging about a foot above the floor. It would almost drag on the ground, but the mammoth nut-sack behind it held a good portion of it up. The door to his room flew open, and there he was naked, and somewhat panicked. He was quite a sight! 18, youthful, smooth and still boyish. Long blond hair, blue eyes (don't' as me now, I'm dark haired, dark eyed), and my eyes widened when I saw how he had grown! I knew from spying on him that his dick was a normal 18-year old 6-incher, which he, like any teen, had been jerking off since he was 11 years. He found out about guys just before he got his driver's license, and Tommy (my son) and his best friend Rick lost their cherries to each other soon after. O.k., so it isn't the most scrupulous thing to do, spying on your own son while he sucks dick for the first time, or jerks off his buddies, or such, but hey, how else was I supposed to keep up on my son's development. O.k., that's a lame excuse. I just liked watching two 16 year-old boys go at it, especially when one is my son. Rick was also a damn hung teen boy! Tommy couldn't get enough of Rick's 9-inch teen dick, and to give Rick his due, he loved having my son cum in his mouth. But what was throbbing between his legs was a bit larger than Rick's 9-incher. At the sight of it, my 36-inch limp pecker began to grow, but my son's was already rock hard. It still looked like a teen boy's rod and nuts, but the WereQueer gene had gone overboard. Normally, we grew from an average dick to a 2-footer or so on the first transformation, with the rest growing as you finished puberty. Not my son! His 18 year-old penis was as massive as my own 35 year-old cock. Four feet of throbbing dick stuck out from in front of him, each nut bigger than a watermelon (yes, I know I've used that analogy before, but it's hard to find things to compare our nuts to!), and precum spitting out the tip. He looked at me, panic and lust in his face. We were about 5 feet apart, so our dicks overlapped by several feet. I could feel hot splashes on my body from his precum, and I could see his body getting wet with mine. I saw his nostrils flare as he smelled my scent, and I could feel my head filling with his. I knew from experience that soon he would be beyond reason, that soon lust would fill him. It takes a few transformations before you can control the lust rampaging through your body, and longer before you can control what happens when you smell another WereQueer in heat. I decided to help him through this moment, so I did exactly what my dad did to me, 19 years ago. I turned around, our dicks slamming against each other, causing us both to grunt is pleasure, and bent over, my nuts hanging past my knees, almost to my ankles, my erect dick sticking past my face, drooling precum into the hall carpet. The sight of my manhole did it. Reason totally left him as the sight of a hole to fuck filled his eyes. He lunged forward, and I felt his massive, bulbous cockhead ricochet off my ass. I reached back and grabbed it and lowered him down until he was on target. Without any thought, he lunged forward, and I grunted as I felt him split me in two. His dickhead, half as wide as my hips, popped in, followed by a good foot of shaft as he powered into me. Good thing WereQueers can take anything up their ass without damage! I felt him shove more and more shaft into me, loosing his cock-cherry to my hole (his anal cherry would come later that night). Soon 3 of his 4 feet of dick were in me and I started encouraging him to fuck me. “C'mon Son, plough your dad with that monster dick! Fuck me like you fuck Rick!” Nothing so intelligible was coming from his mouth, only incoherent groans and shouts of lust. He power-fucked my gaping hole, taking foot long thrusts, and I could feel his head carve a path through my guts; however, something don't change even when you're a WereQueer, and one of those things is that 18 year-olds cum very quickly. I felt his dick get even harder, like a rod of hot steel, the head swell, filling my guts even more, then he screamed and I felt the first burst of sperm fill me. For a solid minute his first jet blasted into me, then a second jet, as large as the first. As deep as my ass is, there was too much cum even for it. On the 3rd blast, his juice sprayed back at him, coating his nuts and groin, as did the next dozen shots. By the time he was done, him, my back and legs, and the floor, not to mention his the entire front of his body, were dripping with 18 year-old cum. I too had cum, from feeling my son's 48 inch penis cum inside me, the cum arching out from my dick some splashing on my face, the rest shooting down the hall, 8, 10, 12 feet until it splashed against my bedroom door. The length from us to my bedroom was also soaked in cum. He pulled out from me, slowing shrinking down to limpness, only 3 feet dangling over his enormous nuts. Mine too had subsided, but I knew it wouldn't last long. “Dad?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper, “What the hell is going on! I mean, there I was standing in my room, suddenly my dick swelled so much it busted my pants, I come out here, and you're naked and I just fucked you!!” His voice rose as he spoke, climbing towards a panic. I hurried to explain before he either got hard again and had to cum before thinking properly, or he got himself into a good panic! “Son, Son, Son!” I said, eventually having to shout to be heard over him. “Everything is perfectly O.K., you're just a WereQueer.” That stopped him in his tracks. “WereQueer?” he asked, “What the Hell is that?” “It's just like a Werewolf,” I explained, “only, well, different.” “Yeah, I can see that,” he replied wryly. I smiled. If he could start to joke about it, then he was starting to calm down. I invited him into my bedroom to explain further. I explained how we'd been around for a long time, and that every full moon, his cock and lust would grow to immense proportions. By the time I got that out, his cock was growing again, blood flowed to it as he got hard, and soon his pecker was sticking straight up, past his head, spitting precum over both of us. I pushed him down rolled him over so he was lying on his dick, the head well past his own head, wetting my bed. Before he could say anything, I got behind him and put my dickhead against his ass. My cock was almost as wide as his teen hips, and I could hardly wait to take his boyhole. Tommy was writhing on top of his cock, the head sticking out past his own head, pissing precum onto my pillows. His mouth and both hands were moving over as much cock as he could. My own 4-foot meat was causing a river to run down his crack, pooling in the incredible mass of his nut sack. I let my weight fall down on him, and his hole started to open. He was screaming in ecastcy, and I was doing the same! Ever since my son had been born I had been thinking about his day—the day my son became a full WereQueer. The head shoved into him, and his hips and belly expanded to take the volleyball sized head. I shoved and grunted, and a foot of shaft slipped in. I was about halfway in and knew he probably couldn't take me, until he reared back on his knees and took another foot into himself in one thrust. His mighty young dick exploded! I could feel his monster-nuts draw up against mine, and his ass clenched, and I watched as his enormous cockhead opened, and his 2nd WereQueer load sprayed out. Since he was almost at the headrest of my bed, it splashed against it, spraying back and over us. As the first hot splashes of my son's cum landed on me, I began to unload myself into him. I lay on top of him, 3 feet of dick buried in his guts, my cum pissing out in a steady fountain. I knew how I came. For 5 solid minutes I shot cum like a hose…no blasts, just a steady stream that shot out a good 10, 15 feet, or would have if it wasn't spraying into my son's boy hole, filling it up and spraying out of his full hole. Then the stream started to subside, and after 10 total minutes, I was done. My son had come again, and my room was ankle deep in man-juice. We spent the rest of the night fucking, sucking and playing with our enormous dicks. He sat on me, his dick between us, the 2 of us working it over, all sorts of stuff! All the fun you can have with 2 four-foot dicks, nut sacks that are as big as Glad trash bags, and loads that are properly measured in gallons (and lots of them!) Now, let me tell you how WereQueer is supposed to work. The gene hits, your cock grows to immense proportions, and the next morning you no longer have 4 feet of dick (4 feet is average for a WereQueer. The King of the WereQueers had an 8 foot dick during the full moon, and a 4 footer, normally!), but you do have at least a foot or so! Then over the next few years as you finish puberty; you grow, the average being 2 footer, with it doubling during the Full Moon. That's what mine did. Imagine my surprise when I woke up the next morning, next to my son, and he was sporting something bigger than mine! He was lying there, asleep. Arching over his thigh was 30 inches, 2 1/2 feet, of limp dick, with nuts that had barely shrunk from the night before. As I watched, his penis began to grow, and soon 3 1/2 feet of super-teen pecker stood up along his chest, the head dripping precum into his face. I knew soon he'd wake up from that, and from the way he was hard, I knew he'd wake up needing to cum. He started to wake due to the precum dripping into his face, and when he woke up, the first thing he saw was his Daddy bent over, his own rock-hard 2-footer throbbing, nuts drawn up. My boy, overcome with lust, didn't even think. He just ran over and rammed his super-cock home. I screamed as his monster-dong split me open, and continued as he pumped me for several hours, cumming every few minutes, filling my ass to overflowing, until the floor was ankle-deep in our splooge, both his and mine. As we came down from our father/son orgy, and my own dick got to spend some time in my son's ass, I started to wonder…the WereQueer hierarchy is decided by the biggest dick. I've fucked around with the King of the WereQueers, and talked to him, and his dick wasn't as big as my son's when he first transformed. Could my son be the next king? If his cock growth continued, he sure would be!

My ass is definitely popular. I’ve been to a lot of places with a lot of hot holes and many tops always come back to shoot their load in me before they’re done. I didn’t expect anything like this from a bath house! My record is right around 50 and I really had to work for it to find guys on apps to come breed. My only regret is I didn’t get any pics or video at all. One of my regular buddies was there, should have at least got some great pics of my hole pressed against the glory hole!

He slammed his cock into me one final time and came in me. HE fell across my back and said, “you are the bottom’s faggot the only way you’ll cum tonight or ever is by your own hand or with a cock deep in your slutty hole.” I hoped he was wrong, but I did just cum again with him pounding me. Pozzed Cheerleader 3 The 6 of us laid about the room that wreaked of cum and ass. Jamie and I were sticky with cum that seemed to be everywhere like sand from the beach. George fumbled about in his bag and produced two butt plugs and told Jamie and I to get on all 4’s. We promptly did as we were told, and with no lube George with urging from the others pushed into our well-fucked holes butt plugs. “That’ll keep the bug in there” he chuckled and the rest of them laughed with him. Mike was right in front with a very large but flaccid cock. I started to lean forward and take him in my mouth, but someone pulled me off the bed and Jamie with me. We were pulled to our feet and guided into the bathroom where there was a large shower that was big enough for 4 people to fit in almost comfortably. Jamie and I were instructed to get in, on our knees and kiss like we liked each other. I was not used to kissing guys, but I could only assume that Jamie was. His tongue was in my mouth before I even had a chance to get ready. I liked it. I found myself getting hard. I slowly started to jack myself, but Jamie stopped me. I could sense George, Dan, Mike and Javon gathering around us to watch. Which really made it hotter, and then I felt it…. From George a golden stream of piss spraying off of my forehead, and then one from Dan hitting Jamie in the face. Javon and Mike sprayed our chests and necks and as if on cue they all focused in on our mouths. Jamie was open mouth kissing me and we were swallowing the golden sweet nectar of our gifter’s. Jamie and I were covered head to toe with cum and piss. Javon pulled Jamie out of the shower still covered and into the arms of George and Dan, who let him to the whirlpool. Mike joined Javon and I in the shower. I felt their mouths all over me. Mike bent me at the waist and I took Javon’s flaccid cock into my hungry mouth where he still had some piss for me. I had never done a “golden shower” before let alone swallowing piss. I felt Mike tug at my plug. It went in easier than it was coming out. In the other room, I could hear Jamie struggling. What I come to learn later was he was sitting on Dan’s 9 inch cock and George, with the help of a ton of extra lube and some really strong poppers, was trying and painfully succeeding to double penetrate his well fucked ass. Jamie had tears in his eyes but when George finally slid in next to Dan’s behemoth dong. Jamie came covering Dan’s chest and neck. I could hear Jamie scream in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Mike smacked my ass and as Javon turned on the shower, he said, ‘that it is going to be you soon.” I was nervous, but excited. Mike slid his cock into my once virgin now gaping hole. He winked at Javon as Jovon hardened in my mouth. I could feel the cum and piss rinse away from my body. Javon pulled me off of Mike’s thick hammer and in one swift motion hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and Mike aimed Javon’s cock into my cunt. He bounced me up and down on his cock, and I am no lightweight. I stand nearly 6 foot tall and nearly 200 lbs. I am no lightweight, but Javon held me and bounced me on his cock like I was a rag doll. I felt Mike’s cock slither along my ass crack up next to Javon. Mike whispered in my ear, “you are about to get what Jamie got, but no help from the ‘nottle’’. I really did not know what that meant, but I soon found out as Mike lined up his cock next to Javon and pushed. It felt like I was constipated backwards. I thought they were going to split me in two, but as soon as that thought hit my little cock crazy party brain. Mike was in my slutty gaping hole. I felt a rush of pain and pleasure. I was pleasing two men at once with my faggot ass. If I could get a 3rd in my mouth I was have invited him in. Mike pushed all the way into me until I felt both his and Javon’s balls touching my taint. I begged them to fuck me slowly. I did not get that request. They took turns power fucking my hole. Mike would pull out and then slam it in then Javon would take over. From the other room, I could hear Jamie’s squealing with pleasure as he took a pounding from Dan’s donkey dick and Geoge’s meaty rod. “You two sluts are going to poz in no time,” Dan announced as he came in Jamie from George’s relentless fucking. I knew my time was coming soon. I wanted them to poz me. I wanted to free to be fucked by anyone on campus. I wanted to spread my seed to others and free them whether they knew it or not. Javon came in me as he jammed his cock along with Mike’s cock as deep in me as they could. While Javon was still deep in my ass he Mike erupted as well. From the other room, George came with renewed vigor into Jamie. Both Javon and Mike pulled their spent cocks from my abused and cunted ass, but before my gaping hole had a chance to retreat back to form. Mike inserted the anal plug back into me. I slumped to my knees and Javon killed the shower. I wish he would have left it on. I could have the relaxing shower, but as the water drained. Javon ordered me to look up. As I did another stream of piss struck me across the face and I opened my mouth to let it flow in and I felt another from behind me as Mike joined the fun. When they were done they invited Dan and George to join the ‘shower brigade”, but George said that Jamei was drinking straight from the tap. What sluts they have created this day! 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Author's Note: To comply with the rules of the site and the forum, ages and the timespan have been modified. Enjoy! I grew up in West Virginia, in a double-wide trailer with a big yard, a creek, and woods. Ours was a big family. Mom is 17th of 17. That's not a typo. Dad is 3rd of 8. I have tons of first cousins on both sides, many of whom I had crushes on from an early age. One, in particular, always got me hard and dripping - Michael, as well as his dad (my uncle by marriage), "King." I never found out why, but everyone called him that. Mom wasn't keen on King. He was a long-haul trucker. He dipped snuff. He cursed. He was loud. He was opinionated. She called him "trailer trash who married well" (she liked my aunt - my dad's sister - well enough, because she went to our little Pentecostal church with us). Michael was all alpha male, too. He was 3 years older than me, and I had idolized him when he played sports in junior high and high school. He now worked at a junkyard that serviced all the bubba gearheads in our area, including those who competed at the local motor speedway. Right after I turned 18, Mom, Dad, and my aunt went to a week-long church retreat upstate. When Michael found out that I'd be free so soon after my 18th birthday, he invited me over to spend the first night they left, which was a Friday. I loved spending the night with Michael. He had (str8) porn mags. He had all of his old sports gear. He almost always had a pile of dirty laundry, including ripe jockstraps stained with cum, piss, and sweat. And he had this maddening habit of showering and then toweling off with his big, floppy, uncut cock bouncing up and down as he dried his hair for what seemed like just a bit too long, as if he wanted me to stare while his face was covered by the towel - which I did. Whenever he'd catch sight of me from under the towel, he'd smirk and sometimes give his cock a tug or two. It always made me hard, and gave me endless jackoff material. When I got there that night, Uncle King was in the living room, in a stained wife beater and short-shorts. He was in his recliner with his feet up, drinking a beer and watching an action movie. I could see up the leg of his shorts: he was wearing a stained jockstrap. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, that was hot. When I went to put my duffel bag in Michael's room, King told me that the two of them had a big surprise for me, since Mom, Dad, and my aunt were out of town, but I'd have to keep it a secret. The way he grinned as he said it, spitting some dip juice into the red Solo cup beside him, told me it was something that Mom definitely wouldn't approve of. He told me to go get squared away in Michael's room, and for both of us to come out to the garage once I was settled in. When I got into Michael's room, he gave me this shit-eating grin. "Dude, Dad and I got some righteous weed. We're getting you high as fuck as a late birthday present, Little Buddy." (He'd called me that since I was little. It was his pet nickname for me, but sometimes his teammates or coworkers would call me that as well. I sorta liked it. It kinda stamped me as belonging to Michael in his buddies' minds.) "Here," he said, handing me a pair of short-shorts and an old jockstrap. (This was the 80s.) "Put those on. Those should fit you. They're old pairs of mine." It turned me on to be wearing some of his old gear, and I think he could tell that I got a little chubbed up as I tucked myself in to the pouch of the borrowed jock. Even though it was one he'd worn in junior high, the pouch was still loose on me, given the difference in the size of our cocks. The waist and ass-straps fit perfectly, though. He rounded out my workout outfit with an old practice t-shirt with the sides cut out, tossing it to me to put on. "You ever smoke pot, Little Buddy?" I shook my head no, mouth suddenly dry. Was this really happening? "Ain't no thang. Dad and I sneak a bowl or a joint here or there all the time. Mom knows Dad still does it sometimes, but she'd kill me if she knew I did it, so - seriously - mum's the word about what happens tonight, all right?" I nodded my head. "Good. Let's go. Dad's probably got the bong packed and ready by now." I followed Michael outside. Their garage was detached from the house, and always had some sort of project in progress - rebuilding an engine or whatnot. I wasn't very up on stuff like that. I was more bookish, I guess you could say. No matter what project they had going on in there, they always had the back corner with the free weights and bench press free to use. Michael had taken me in there in the past couple of years to tone me up, although I still wasn't crazy about it. He said it would make me look sexier for the girls. Whatever. When we got inside, King grinned and told Michael to lock the side door leading into the garage, and to lock the garage door as well. "Don't want someone catching us. Better safe than sorry!" King explained to me. Made sense. King showed me how to use the lighter and how to suck on the bong to take a rip. My first one wasn't very good, since I was all out of breath from the excitement of it all. "Here," King said, putting one hand on my back and the other on my stomach. "Get control of your breathing, and then you can suck in a really good rip. Show him, Michael." I jumped a little when King's hand touched my stomach, just above the waistline of the short-shorts. His touch was electric. Michael obliged, and took a massive rip, demonstrating how to do it. I figured he would exhale, but instead he leaned over, grabbed me gently but firmly behind my neck, and moved toward me like he was gonna kiss me. "Suck in his rip, Little Buddy!" King instructed. "It's called a shotgun. We try not to waste what we've got, so shotgunning makes it last longer." I stopped resisting Michael's hand on the back of my neck. When his lips touched mine and he exhaled that smoke, I was harder than I'd ever been before. My whole body tingled - whether from the smoke, or from the fact that Michael's lips touched mine, or both, I wasn't quite sure. I never would've guessed in a million years that he'd do something like that with me. Uncle King grabbed the bong and took his own rip. As King pulled me toward him to do another shotgun, I could smell the mint of his dip. After he shotgunned me once, he said he was gonna go back in and watch some more TV, but would be back out at later. "Have fun, you two!" he called over his shoulder. Michael chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Dad. We will." After King left, Michael groped himself and said, "Fuuuuuuuuck, Little Buddy, this shit always makes me horny! Are you feeling horny, too?" I blushed. I was, from the shotguns and I guess the pot itself. He smirked and told me it was OK, it happens to most people. He had me do another rip, and moved in to shotgun it. This time, he stuck his tongue in my mouth and groped me. I was shocked, but incredibly horny. He broke the kiss, and got behind me. "Make muscles for me, Little Buddy! Remember how scrawny you were when we first started lifting together? You're a hot little firecracker now, and girls AND guys are gonna want some of this." I made a muscle for him with both arms. He ran his hands over both mounds, and then let the backs of his fingertips drift under my armpits, and down my bare sides where the t-shirt was cut out. I moaned, whimpered, and sighed all at once. The backs of his fingers were cold, and felt amazing. "Like that, Little Buddy?" he whispered in my ear, nibbling on it a little. I nodded. I couldn't speak. He tweaked my nipples. I just about jumped out of my skin. He laughed. "Sensitive nips, huh? That's gonna be fun!" When he let his hands drift down to the waistline of the short-shorts I was wearing, he paused, grinding his fat monster of a cock into the crack of my ass through the nylon fabric. "I know you've wanted this dick for a long, long time. Well, today's your lucky day. And we're gonna play all weekend long." Holy Shit. This really was really, really happening. I wasn't dreaming. He turned me around to face him and kissed me, deeply and passionately, again. "Get on the bench, Little Buddy! Let's lift some." That threw me for a loop, but I was buzzed and putty in his hand. I assumed the position, making sure my hands were spaced out correctly for good form. He always preached that good form was essential for good lifting. He put on a slightly challenging weight for me to lift. The first set was no problem. I got a little wobbly midway through the second set, and he gently spotted me to help me lift the bar. The third set, I was struggling. On the eighth rep of the third set, I noticed that he had dropped one hand down and was spotting me with just his other. On the ninth rep, I noticed movement right above my head. As I completed my tenth rep and placed the bar back in place with his help, I looked up to see that Michael was fishing his cock out of the side of his own short-shorts and stained jockstrap with the hand he had dropped. Fuuuuuuuck. Nice. He flopped it onto my lips, painting them with precum. I gasped. "Oh, fuck, Little Buddy, your sweet cherry lips and deep dimples look so hot framing my big cock! We're both gonna enjoy this. You've wanted this for a long time, huh?" This time I answered, humming against his massive uncut cockhead. "MMM-hmmmmm!" "That's what I like to hear! Open your mouth and suck on it, Little Buddy. See how much you can take. If you slide your head off the bench some, the curve of my cock will fit nicely down your throat." I slid back, and he squatted down closer as I did so. I could smell his sweaty ballsack and the musk of his jock. I opened my mouth, and we both moaned as he slid about half of it into my mouth. That cockhead of his was lodged in my throat. I squeezed - not trying to block it out, but rather trying to swallow it. It felt right. "Holy fuck! You're a natural. I knew you would be. You like that dick?" I moaned "MMMMMM-hmmmm!" this time, realizing I could answer yes or no questions even with his cock in my mouth. "You have no idea how many times I've wanted to do this. But Dad said we had to wait until after you turned 18, so that your mom couldn't say shit about your consenting to having us use you." The thought of pissing off Mom made his cock all the sweeter. Or, maybe it was the precum he was leaking in buckets. After a few minutes, Michael pulled out of my mouth and said, "Let's do some more rips on the bong." As we traded shotguns back and forth, Michael asked questions, like who I had crushes on. Top of my list? HIs best friend and next-door neighbor, Kip. Kip was a hot redheaded redneck who was voted "Why Teachers Go Crazy" his senior year. He was not just the class clown, but he had played on the same football team that Michael quarterbacked. Kip was one of the "inner circle" who called me "Little Buddy" - and I especially liked how he said it - always with a smirk on his face or a twinkle in his eye. Michael surprised the hell out of me when he told me that Kip was one of the top weed dealers his dad and he bought from, and that this primo stuff was from Kip's personal stash. He really floored me when he said, "Kip is gonna be playing with us this weekend. He has it for you bad, and has for years, Little Buddy. He could barely wait for you to turn 18." I had always wondered at some of the things that Kip did. For instance, when Michael and he took me four-wheeling back on the trails behind my grandparents' farm, Kip would often take a piss in nature, and angle himself so that I could see what he was sporting. Although not as thick as Michael's, it was about as long, it looked like. One time, I'd ridden back to the farm with Kip, instead of with Michael. The three of us had helmets with mics and earpieces. Kip told me it was OK if I wanted to rest my hands lower as I rode behind him. Michael put a quick stop to that, having me switch back over to riding with him. I jerked off that night hard, thinking maybe Kip was onto me, and was gonna let me feel him up a little that day. Other times, when Michael wasn't looking, Kip would grope himself and wink at me when I blushed. After we finished trading rips, Michael pushed me gently to my knees on the thin wrestling mats that they had in their garage-corner gym. "SUCK IT!" he hissed, commanding - expecting - to be obeyed. I gladly obliged, and found that - with this angle and with the downward curve of Michael's monster cock - I could get some of it in my throat, once I relaxed my throat *first* to let the cockhead in, and then clenched it *after* it was down my throat, to drive Michael wild. "Oh, that thing you're doing with your throat, Little Buddy! That's better than any bitch has ever done for me! They get scared of it and lick the head or put a few inches in their mouths and call it quits after just a few minutes. Keep working at it, and you're gonna have it all in no time!" "Looks like you two are having fun after all!" Uncle King chuckled, causing me to jump out of my skin. He'd snuck up on us. "TV was boring," he explained, holding up a smaller bong with water in it and a small glass bulb at one end. It was full of white crystals, with a little bit of green weed on top. "Is that some of Kip's special stuff?" Michael grinned. The tone of his voice was almost ... something hard to put my finger on right off the bat. "Yeah, and it's killer shit, too!" Uncle King replied. He pulled out a small device and clicked a switch. A blue flame - like the pilot light on our gas stove at home - sparked up, hissing. "OK, Little Buddy," King said. "This is stronger, more concentrated stuff, OK? So, you put the torch under the bowl until you see vapor coming out the top of the bulb. Then, you suck slowly and steadily to pull the vapor through the water. I've dropped an Altoid in there to keep the water minty. The vapor can taste a little bitter otherwise. Take a nice, steady toke on this end of the pipe, and we'll get you blowing some big-ass clouds in no time." I tried my first hit, as Uncle King held the lighter - or "torch" I guess - under the bowl for me, so I could focus on waiting to inhale. The first hit was decent, but Michael immediately said, "You can do better than that. Calm down, and control your breathing. Hold it in, too, this time." My second hit was brilliant. I knew it was as soon as I exhaled a big white cloud. Both Uncle King and Michael grinned. King started groping his crotch through his own short-shorts. I reached over and groped him. "Like a duck to water, huh, Little Buddy? You want that cock, too, huh? A true faggot: never enough!" he laughed. I replied by pulling the elastic of his jockstrap and short-shorts to the side, letting his gigantic cock fall out to one side. Like Michael, he was uncut with a massive cockhead. He was about an inch longer than Michael, too, but not quite as thick. Both were Viking gods: shiny blond hair, sharp, intelligent, mischievous blue eyes, strong jawlines, and great bodies overall. "You want that cock, Little Buddy?" King asked again, his voice husky. I nodded, and dove in. He was surprised that I already had the trick down pat for letting his cockhead enter my throat, even if I couldn't take his cock the whole way just yet. "Oh, fuck, he is a goddamn natural!" he hissed to Michael. "Fuuuuuuuuck! Fuckin' hot cocksucker!" He moaned, and told me to take another couple of hits. My head was buzzing, and my whole body was tingling. This *was* good shit, I guess! Pot rocked! "That's right, faggot! Worship that daddy dick!" he grunted, gently grabbing the back of my head and running his hands through my hair, which I suddenly noticed was soaking wet. I was sweating like crazy. The coolish air out in the garage felt good on my skin. "You feeling that special stuff Kip got just for you, Little Buddy? Your extra special birthday present?" Michael asked, coming over to stand in my peripheral vision. He had hiked his shorts and jockstrap pouch under his huge nuts, and was stroking his massive jock cock while watching his dad gently facefuck me. I moaned "MMMMMMM-hmmmm!" but assumed it was just the pot I'd seen on top of those crystals in the pipe. In fact, I assumed the crystals *were* pot - just a concentrated form of it, like King had indicated. The crystals had melted when the torch had been put under the bulb, and now there was sort of a burned-out looking film on the bottom of the pipe. I assumed it was residue from the pot. Uncle King leaned over and whispered in my ear: "Bikers and truckers use this shit to stay awake on the road. Kip gets me some *really* good shit when I do really long hauls, to help me stay awake and have some fun on the road. Makes you super-horny - even hornier than pot. What would your mama think if she knew you were doing crystal meth like a little faggot whorepig, like the boys who suck my dick do when I'm on the road? What would she do if she knew that you were smoking the same shit I do on the road right now?" I'd heard about people getting hooked on that shit, and it was one of the "hard drugs" we'd learned about in Health class Sophomore year. It was supposed to be really, really bad for you. I don't know what it was. The way Uncle King was talking - calling me a faggot and a whorepig and cocksucker - turned me on. Plus, this shit rocked. I was hornier than I ever imagined I could be, and I beat off 8 times a day usually, so I knew what it meant to be super-horny. Michael repacked the pipe, using a slant-sliced straw to funnel crystals out of a little plastic baggie. I watched, mesmerized. I wanted more. He took a small hit for himself, then handed it to his dad. King took a really big hit, and then blew the cloud down onto his cock and onto my face. That really turned me on, the way he blew in my face like that. Then, he handed the pipe and torch down to me, and told me to hold my breath when I got my hit, suck his cock into my mouth, and blow the smoke around his cock. I thought that was clever and hot, and really was careful with my breathing to get an ace hit. Sweet! I was getting the hang of this. If Mom could only see me now! When I went to hand the pipe and torch back to Michael, he insisted that I do a few more hits. "We're getting you totally spun, Little Buddy! Happy Fuckin' Birthday! Sorry we're a little late, but we had to wait until the Bible-thumpers were outta town this week. We're calling you out sick from school all next week, too. Surprise!" I heard the side door open and close, and jumped as Kip called out, "Hey guys! Y'all got the party started? Sweet! Here's some more stuff in case we run low." Kip came over in front of me. Uncle King relinquished my throat, and Kip wasted no time in lowering his sweat pants and boxers to present his own cut, thick cock with bright red pubes. Fuuuuuucking HAWT! Although not as long or as thick as Michael or King, his cock was veiny and plenty of a mouthful. He waggled it a couple of times and slapped my face with it. "You're lucky Michael threatened to kick my ass if I broke the pact. I've wanted this for a long time. I know you have, too. Nasty little boy, watching me piss outside. Well, this weekend, you're gonna get some of my piss, and see if it suits you. I have a feeling you're the right kind of cocksucker for it, too. Call it a hunch." I stuck my tongue out for him to smack it with his cock. He finally pushed in, a little rougher than either Michael or King. I gagged a little, but redoubled my efforts. "See that? He recovered like a pro! This fag is gonna be hella fun to train, guys!" Kip grinned. He pulled my hair - again, just a little roughly - to have me look up at him. "Oh, shit! Look at his eyes, guys! They're totally dark. He's spun as shit already. Awesome! And he thought it was just another way of doing pot? Told you that trick works every time. You have NO idea how many of my hot straight boy customers come up short on money. So, I pack a pot bowl with the crystals hidden, and they haven't got a fucking clue. After one bowl of my "special stash," they're open to all kinds of stuff, starting with jerking off together. It releases their inhibitions to act on stuff like sucking another guy off, too, especially once I start showing them bi magazines." As Kip was saying this, Michael went out to the front of the garage, and returned with something I couldn't quite see. Michael came into my peripheral view. I heard a familiar click then whirr. "Holy shit!" I thought. "He's taking Polaroids." I started to get up, but Kip held me back down on my knees. "Lick my balls, you fucking hot cocksuker!" Kip growled. Guys at school sometimes called me fag or cocksucker or whatever, the way boys jest in the lockerroom or on the school bus or in gym class. This felt different. Having these three guys call me names made me *want* to be *good* at servicing them. I licked Kip's balls, as he shucked his sweats and boxers. King came back into view, standing right beside Kip. "Suck on my sweaty pouch, boy!" King growled, offering my his jock-clad nuts. Another click and whirr. "Don't worry, Little Buddy," Michael said, "These are just for the four of us to look at later. You won't believe how hot you look with Dad's crotch on your face. Stick out your tongue and taste it. Hold it so I can get a picture. You're gonna love having this on film to look back at your first time." I stuck out my tongue and tasted Uncle King's pouch, starting to get into the fact that my hot trucker uncle was basically offering up his cock to me on a silver platter while my cousin and his perverted, mischievous, class clown, drug-dealing friend watched. Michael asked me if it had turned me on earlier when he let me borrow his clothes - which I was still wearing. I moaned "Uh-huh!" as I kept tonguing and sucking on King's jock pouch. "I got a bunch more gear I want you to try on, so I can get some more pix of you, Little Buddy. Oh, and I hope you don't mind, but I'm using the Pentax, too." Two Christmases ago, Michael had begged for a fancy camera, so that he could take Photography at school. He had taken me to the darkroom once, and the teacher, Mr. Lacey, was there. He was really hot in a nerdy, glasses kinda way, and I could tell he had a huge cock in the front of his chinos. While I was leaned over watching Michael apply the chemicals, Mr. Lacey had come up behind me and put his arms to either side of me as he leaned forward to look over my shoulder as Michael worked to develop his pictures. I could feel Mr. Lacey's cock in the crease of my ass. I had jerked off to that incident many times since, wondering if: A. Mr. Lacey realized his cock was up against my ass; and B. Michael had realized that Mr. Lacey's cock was right up against my ass. "I'll develop these in the darkroom at the school. Mr. Lacey still lets me use it. Or, I know a guy at the FotoMat who is cool when I develop pix like these when we play with other guys." I didn't like the idea of anyone else but the four of us seeing the pix. I stopped sucking on King's jockstrap pouch long enough to tell Michael I'd prefer he develop them himself in the darkroom. "No problem, Little Buddy! Maybe Mr. Lacey will be there when I do. I bet he'd like to see these. He sure seemed to like your ass that one day he was in the darkroom with us. He's a kinky fucker, and always says that access to a darkroom lets a photographer be more uninhibited." Somehow, I didn't mind the idea that Mr. Lacey might see these. It turned me on, in fact, and I stopped mouthing King's jock long enough to say so. Michael smiled and told me to take as much of his dad's cock as I could, and then to back off it slowly. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click! the fancy camera went, in rapid succession. I guess he got a series of me throating Uncle King? HOT! King pulled out, and Kip took another turn. He had let himself go half-soft, and stuck his cock in my mouth. "I'm gonna start really slow, and piss in your mouth, Little Buddy! I've been drinking like a champ for three days, so it shouldn't taste bad - it's basically water. I'll pinch it off so you get a taste, and then hold my cock about halfway in your mouth so I can open the floodgates. Swallow as much as you can, but let the rest run out your mouth, onto your dimples, and down your chin. My favorite cocksuckers do this for me, Little Buddy. Please don't disappoint me." I dunno why, but what would ordinarily sound batshit crazy sounded hot as fuck to me. I nodded, with his half-soft / half-hard cock in my mouth. I was ready. "Fuuuuuuuuck, nice!" said Kip, looking down at me with green, sparkling, mischievous eyes. "Look up at me while I do this, Little Buddy!" Michael got up close to take a close-up series. He instructed me: "Just let it run down off your chin an onto your clothes, Little Buddy. I'll capture the moment." As Kip let loose with the first bit of his piss stream, it didn't taste bad at all to me. It was a thrill, though, to let him use me this way. I looked up at him and caught his eyes staring down at me. "HOT, Little Buddy!" Kip sneered a little. "Drinking piss like a total faggot whore. NICE! I knew you wanted my dick all those times I pissed with you in the woods." With that, he let loose the floodgates. I fought to swallow it all, trying to make him proud. But as piss spurted from my mouth, all over my face, and down the front of my clothes, all three were commenting on what a total cocksucker I was. Kip lost it. As soon as he finished pinching off the last few drops in my mouth, he had Michael give him the pipe and took a big hit. Then, he surprised the hell out of me by shotgunning me and kissing me, tasting his own piss in my mouth. "I can't believe you did that on the first date, Little Buddy! You're a helluva find, dude. I still think we should've broken you in years ago, though." "Let it go, Kip!" Michael laughed, rolling his eyes. "How was that, Little Buddy? Like having so much piss you couldn't handle it all? The camera sure seems to think you liked it. I bet those pix are off the chain when we develop them." I grinned - a piss-drinking grin, I guess. "Loved it! Fucking hot!" I said, a little out of breath. Uncle King grabbed a duffel bag from under one of his workbenches. As he unzipped it, he made sure I could see the contents: dildos and other toys. Oh, fuck! Were they gonna try to fuck me? I'd always imagined sucking only, and had no idea if I could possibly take any one of them in my tight, hairless hole. I was naturally smooth, and Michael had commented more than once when I put on a jockstrap to work out - one of *my* jockstraps, where everything fit right - how my hole, framed by a jockstrap, made it look like I had a sweet pussy. I always blushed bright red when he said that, especially when he tugged at himself a little when he said it. Uncle King seemed to read my mind: "Don't worry, Little Buddy. We have all weekend to tap that sweet little ass of yours. For now, I just want to show you how good we can make your hole feel. I'm going to insert this small bead into your hole with some lube. It's attached to a slightly larger bead, then a slightly larger one, until you're up to the girth of a man-sized cock. You ever play with your hole before?" I shook my head. "Nothing except showering," I replied. "Well, this is gonna be really pleasurable for you. Promise, Little Buddy. I know you've wanted to suck some dick for a long time, but you need to learn how to pleasure other men with your tight hole, too, OK?" I nodded. Kip grabbed the pipe, which was sitting on a shelf of the garage, and repacked it from a plastic baggie. As he did, he also sprinkled some dust onto the lubed-up bead Uncle King was approaching me with. "This may burn a little bit, Little Buddy," King said, "But it's gonna feel really fuckin' good in a coupla minutes." As he said that, he squirted lube on my hole. YIKES! It was cold. I jumped and clenched. All three of them laughed. "Don't clench. Bear down like you're taking a shit. There ya go! Open that sweet boyhole for this very special bead." Shiny, silvery, and cold, the first bead popped in. Almost immediately, I felt a burning sensation. "That burns!" I announced to all three of them. I guess they *had* warned me. "Just chill for a minute, Little Buddy," Kip said. "My stuff is really, really good, so it's gonna burn. But it's gonna feel absolutely amazing by the second ball, I promise." I looked between my legs. King and Kip were already slathering the next ball in lube and powder. "Here," Kip said, thrusting the pipe at me. "Take three really good hits from the bubbler. That'll help pass the time and take your mind off your hole for a few while you get used to it." I took another hit, motioning for Kip to shotgun with me. Click. Click. Click. Michael was taking pix of my ass and the beads and the powder. Hot. I'd wanna see those later. As Uncle King inserted the second bead, Kip got into position behind me and pushed the bead in with just the head of his cock. A little of the tip went in. HOLY FUCK, that was hot! Almost at that same instant, my hole became - well, there's no other way to describe it - hungry. My hole was as hungry as my mouth and throat for the first time ever. "Yeah, he's feeling that booty bump now," Kip grinned. He passed me the "bubbler" pipe again. Again, we shotgunned. This time, after he kissed me, he held my face to where my mouth was open and spit in my mouth. Some of it got on my face. "Filthy faggot cocksucker, learning to take dick up his ass this weekend. Niiiiiice!" That turned me on more than anything that had happened so far, including the piss play. Holy fuck, did Kip have my number! I moaned as he wiped the spit off my face with his cock and fed it to me. "Want more powder on the third bead, faggot?" Kip asked. I groaned, "Yeah, please!" So King and Kip carefully lubed up that third ball, sprinkled some powder out of the baggie, and - once again - Kip pushed it in with his cockhead. This time, the whole head - smaller than King's or Michael's - slipped in. I moaned like a bitch in heat. "Fuuuuuuuuck! Fuck me, Kip! Put it in me!" I begged. He laughed and pulled out. "Nope, we have a gentleman's agreement. Your Uncle King gets to do the honors, since he's the one that read us the riot act about waiting until you turned 18. It was worth the wait. So, it's that last bead you'll need to take before you're ready to be fucked by his giant daddy dick, Little Buddy!" Uncle King piped up: "Don't worry, Little Buddy. I have lots of experience bitching out boys like you. I have all kinds of fun on the open road with boys at rest stops and with guys on my route in the warehouses and such. You're gonna love having my cock inside you to get things started. Me, then Michael, then Kip to close up with sloppy thirds. He loves fucking other men's cum into a used hole. It's gonna be hot, Little Buddy!" On the fourth bead, Michael got up close with the camera as Uncle King used *his* cock to push the ball in. Only a very small part of his ginormous uncut cockhead went in, but it felt amazing, especially when Kip pulled my cock out the side of my short-shorts and jockstrap and started stroking me with some lube. The sensations were almost too much to bear. The first little bead was up inside me, followed by its three chaingangers. It felt awesome, no two ways about it! For the fifth and final bead, Uncle King once again used his cockhead to push the bead in, but told me to really bear down as he did so. Not only did the bead pop in, but so did his cockhead. Click. Click. Click. Click. Michael was capturing it all on film. He'd already changed the film in the camera several times. Uncle King rested his cock inside me. I didn't move. "Little Buddy, how's that feel?" Uncle King asked, grunting huskily. "Jesus, fuck, you're tight! But we're gonna make this happen. I can't wait another day." Holy shit, this was it! I was gonna get fucked tonight after all. [To Be Continued; Hope You Enjoyed!]

Before the main event, here's some necessary background. Tyler Evans Jr, known as TJ and Matt Williams, known as MJ are lifelong friends who share a birthday. Growing up next door to each other, their dads are also friends. MJ was born prematurely, in the seventh month and his mom died in childbirth. TJ was full term and born exactly an hour later. TJ's mom ran off with a truck driver when he was 2 years old. Matt and Tyler, the elders are college friends and partners in a construction company. Today is their 18th birthday and the 2 of them have something special planned. While TJ is black and MJ white, they'd always considered themselves to be brothers and they never spent a day apart. Matt Sr came down to the kitchen, surprised to see that his son was already awake and had breakfast on the table. Both dressed only in boxers and wifebeaters, it was always casual attire at this hour. "Happy 18th Birthday, my young man! What are your plans for today?" He gave his son a chaste kiss on his forehead. MJ had grown into quite an attractive man, he'd inherited his late mother's bright red hair, but he was otherwise his father's son, 6' tall and toned with a hairy chest, a trim moustache and from what he could see, an ample package. "I think a proper kiss is in order!" MJ exclaimed, surprising his dad by pulling his face close and parting his lips. Though shocked, his dad responded and they kissed passionately for a minute. Pulling back, he said, "TJ and I have the same things planned. As a matter of fact, he and Uncle Ty are most likely doing just what we are right now. You see, we've known about you and Uncle Ty for quite some time. Don't worry, if we weren't fine with it, I wouldn't have kissed you like that, but I've wanted this for the longest time." Taken aback and yet relieved Matt Sr heaved a sigh. "How did you find out? How long have you known? How much do you know? Why did you wait until now to tell me this? Are you and TJ both fine with having gay dads?" "Since we never saw you dating any women, but you guys were out every night, we decided to get on our bikes and follow you, we were 14 at the time. Your red truck is hardly inconspicuous and when we saw it parked at B&S Tavern with the rainbow flag, it didn't take a genius to figure it out. I'd known for sure I'm gay since I was 10, but it wasn't until that night that I told TJ. He came out to me and we had our first kiss. I think we know every dirty detail and dirty isn't bad. If you remember, it was about that time I wanted to work for the CIA as an agent. Thanks to your generous allowance, I was able to buy tiny cameras which I put all over the house and we've seen everything! There was no need for us to buy porn when we had 2 hot studs enjoying each other and the occasional other men!" Next door, at the Evans house, the conversation went like this. "So you see, dad, MJ and I have known for quite some time and you have our approval as well as our blessings! Today, I'm officially a man and I want to be kissed like one!" He pulled his father's face to his and they kissed deeply. "Maybe it's wrong to speak ill of the woman who gave birth to you, but I'm glad you're nothing like her" Ty said. "From the day you were born, you were the image of me and as amazing as that is, I'm proud of the sweet, smart man you've grown into. If you don't mind me saying so, you and MJ are both sexy! Breakfast is gonna get cold. Let's eat!" Back at the Williams residence, MJ had just loaded the dishwasher when he got a text from TJ, 'Dishwasher loaded, do you want us there?' He replied, 'As soon as you can and don't bother getting dressed, just use the gate!' To be continued? Feedback appreciated.

Short but sweet encounter. Friend of mine is getting married and rented out a small 12 unit motel in Palm Springs for the weekend. 3 of the units were not used as there were a number of couples sharing a room. The whole property was unlocked for us to use, one of the empty rooms had a full fridge that we used as our shared beer and liquor kitchen. Every room had the standard bed in the main room, a closet, and bathroom. Each bathroom had a back door that gave access to a small patio with chairs to hang or smoke, and you could access everyone else's back door. Sure enough after raging and partying - it was about 3:30am with most people passed out (including my husband)... I went in the back of my room to light up some 420 in my robe and one of the married straight guys wandered over after sniffing it. I offered him some, and we sat around making small talk. He complimented my legs and was a little drunk and flirty. So I pretended to accidentally to expose my now semi hard cock, and he stopped, starred, and immediately started sucking on it. It was hot but it was getting a little noisy, so I told him let's sneak into one of the empty units. We fooled around and after some mutual sucking, we jerked off together and shot on each others chests. The next day he was a little weird (as if I'm going to expose him to his pregnant wife). After he realized I was playing it cool - he found excuses to rub past me when no one was looking and eventually be alone with me in the shared kitchen and ask if we're going to smoke again tonight. I said, let's see if I can stay up. Sure enough later that night, we met up in the same room - but this time I was douched and he nervously got it in and started to fuck me when the door opened. It was another drunken bachelor who was like woah woahhhhhhh. We were both a little worried he would sound the alarm, but he closed the door and asked why we didn't invite him. I got fucked by two horned up, drunken married bachelors, then went back to sleep in bed with my husband. Can't wait to run into them at the wedding later this year.

Recent Friday afternoon my Cum Hole and I check into a hotel room. I defrost one of the pill bottles full of my frozen loads—15 total. After 10 minutes in hot water they’re melted and warm, ready for loading. I brought a plastic syringe my veterinarian gave me to administer meds orally to my pet, but instead I’ll be administering loads to my Cum Hole. He’s earned every one of them. I eat and worship his hole that I’ve missed for almost a month, and I tell him I need to lube his hole before I slide in. I fill the syringe and inject him with load one of the day. He says it’s warm, but not deep enough. So I slide my cock in slowly, and he tells me to put more lube, I put another syringe then proceed to begin stretching him. He’s squeezing and loosening his hole in all the places and just the way I like, but I tell him to pace himself because there’s still tops coming to load him. First top: hung 8.5” white stud. I suck him off when he walks into the room while my Cum Hole patiently waits ass up on the edge of the bed. When he’s good and hard I guide his cock to my Cum Hole who takes a big hit of the fresh poppers I brought him. Top finds his rhythm quick, and my Cum Hole is moaning hard. I check his blindfold is still on tight, and then start kissing the loader. Within a few minutes he’s shooting deep in Cum Hole, and then we both clean off the cock. Says he hadn’t cum in four days. I inject five more loads into my Cum Hole, and keep him stretched with my cock while we wait for the next top. Second top: muscular 7.5” latino hottie. He wants us both to share my Cum Hole, so I blindfold him and tell him to get his ass up on the edge of the bed while he sucks me off. Top walks in, starts eating his hole, and I ask him if it’s cummy enough. He smiles and says it’s perfect, and I lean to my Cum Hole to tell him in his ear, “You hear that? He said ‘perfect.’” My Cum Hole must be really exercising his hole muscles bc this top is getting into it, adjusting his leg, and shooting within a couple minutes. I tell Cum Hole to go clean off his cock, he obliges, and I stroke while watching my blindfolded Cum Hole deep throat the spent cock that just unloaded in him. I inject four more loads, dip my dick, and then feed him my loads mixed with the first two loads. I ask him if they taste different on the different cocks. Says he can taste me on them, and his smile is filling the room. Third top: tall thick 6.5” white dude, wants dark room ass up anon, which my Cum Hole loves. He’s quick to eat the hole. Fuck it. Eat it some more, and in under 5 minutes he’s loading my Cum Hole and is out the door. Again, I dip my dick to get a proper coating of fresh cum, and then bring it to Cum Hole’s mouth. I re enter his hole, he doesn’t stop thanking me while lifting his blindfold, and we’re so close to cumming. “But there’s still one more top coming, and this one came in you few weeks ago. He likes to eat loads.” This gets Cum Hole harder and he asks me to stop stroking his cock so he doesn’t cum yet. I ask Cum Hole how many more injections I should put in.” Three, please.” I oblige, and what’s left of the bottle I drizzle on my Cum Hole’s ass, chest, face, and hair. Fourth top: young skinny latino dude, 6.5”. Again dark room but I can still watch how my Cum Hole serves his hole out. I can hear slurping, the top moans, says he can taste the loads, and my Cum Hole is moaning “all those fresh loads, eat them. Fuck yes, suck them out!” and the top can barely contain himself. He mounts, thrusts not even 30 seconds and he’s unloading deep in the Cum Hole, both of them moaning hard. The top leaves, and my Cum Hole turns. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it but I came.” I look at him, ask him if any of the loads remain, but he isn’t sure. I grab a second pill bottle full of freshly melted loads and inject two more. “Keep us in you for as long as possible.” My Cum Hole agrees, tells me his hole is sore, and that he can’t believe he just took almost 20 loads. I tell him he’ll get more next week. Hours later he texts to tell me he’s drunk on cum, and thanks me again. I go to sleep that night wondering if the loads leaked out of my Cum Hole or if he slept with all of us in him, imagining that we’ve given him our dreams.

For some reason this reminded me of Goldilocks... "And the third load was just right..." Both of these tops were fools to pass up the chance to breed you. Hopefully you found better guys to take their place.

This is a hot, sweet story. You could end it right here or carry it on further. In either case, thanks for writing and sharing it with us.

I’ve taken around 2000 guy’s loads, been on PrEP for all by the first 100 or so. I’ve had 2 STDs, one treated with a Z Pack and the other a shot in the ass. Just recently got the HPV Vaccine too. I went to an abstinence only school system so was pretty sure my dick would fall off just from kissing another boy. We were absolutely lied to about the prevalence of STDs here. Fucking guys that get tested ever 6 months as part of a PrEP follow up is relatively low risk. During the entire pandemic I’ve been cruising occasionally, hundreds of raw cocks from total strangers in a dark park and haven’t caught anything. Your milage may vary.

Your stories are always good and I don't mind the big ones, they are great

I go through spurts where I'll visit the site several times a day because a topic popped up that interested me, and then there are times I can go several days or longer without visiting. In terms of content I know what I like and what I can constructively (or at least positively) contribute to and typically stick with those. There are things I am not really into, and may give some of those topics a passing read to see what is currently going on but usually I just don't click on them. I think that with age and experience we get fairly decent at separating the fact from fantasy posts. I mainly look at this site as a fun way to discuss experience, learn some new trick or technique, flirt a little with others, and read some stories which may or may not be real but what the hell, a little escape from the day is a good thing. I do see a number of topics that seem like a repost, and usually just ignore them. After all, how any times should I describe the first cock I sucked? That has to be boring as hell to read after a while! I can understand the argument that an impressionable person may take some posts or topics as reflecting the real world and act without considering the consequences. But fantasy is a lot of the world wide Web, if they weren't drawing questionable conclusions from here they can get them from numerous other sites. I have to give kudos to the moderators, they have an overwhelming task of making sure things get steered to the correct location and removing stuff that goes outside the rules. In the end, I think there are a lot of good people on this site that are more than willing to talk with people that have questions and will give them honest answers. There is a lot of fantasy on this site, and I'm going to guess that 99‰ of those fantasy posts stay as fantasy. For me it is a fun escape from the day when I do spend some time reading the stories and imagining myself living the experiences. And I have to say thanks to rawTop for getting this site started, and all the techs and moderators who keep it from going off the rails. And all the great contributors with their topics, comments, pics, and the occasional dirty one-on-one messages!

That big a cock can be intimidating but only if you let that worry rule your mind. When I first started hooking up with guys outside of my buds one of them was this truly horse hung white boy. I had to tell him I'd never taken a cock that big before and he said he heard that all the time but was good at being gentle and easing guys into taking it. He promised he would be with me too and we talked it out before I took him. He used a de-sensitizing lube and we did weed before and poppers during and that helped make it easier to take his cock. Once he shot that first load in me it got a lot easier and got him balls deep in me for his second load. He let me breed him as he needed a breather and after that he pumped two more loads in me, fucking me quite a bit harder those times. After that he was spent and let me breed him again. I was so good at taking his cock that we routinely hooked up until he got a BF, but even with the BF we still hook up from time to time as he has a really high sex drive.

Chapter 12 I was home, I looked in the mirror. I still wasn’t out, only Sally and my new friends knew I was gay and yet here I was almost certainly poz, and a bareback bottom. I was comfortable being homosexual, and looking at myself, I felt comfortable being poz. I felt that this was where I was always meant to be, and now I was free to be myself. I wouldn’t tell anyone until it was finally confirmed, but I would go out and enjoy myself. I dropped by Luke and Joe’s to see how they had been this week. Joe let me in . ‘Luke’s still at work, he won’t be back til later’ Joe said. ‘ So if you want a bit of fun I’m game. To be honest I’m gagging for cock. As a result of that stupid bet I’ve been off prep a week and I’ve not let Luke fuck me cos he’s not been taking his meds properly! I’ve had to make do with just sucking his cock’ I jumped at the chance, kissing Joe and following him to the bedroom . We stripped quickly, and Joe lay back. I worked my way to his cock, taking him in my mouth, sucking him to hardness. The thought that I could slide my poz cock in Joe and possibly breed him had me rock hard. I sucked hard on his balls before turning him over . I spread Joes legs and started rimming his hole. I worked my tongue round his opening, I wanted it as lubed as possible. I pulled his legs up and climbed behind him positioning my cock before sliding in. I didn’t give him the opportunity to mention condoms. ‘You want this cock Joe’ I whispered ‘ God yes just fuck me’ he rasped back . I fucked him hard, looking at my cock as it rammed in and out of his hole. I could feel my cum rising, I was determined to fill his arse with my poz load. ‘I’m going to fill you, I haven’t cum in days Joe’ I panted. ‘Just do it, I want it, give it me!’ I slammed in him as I shot my load, pushing hard and keeping my cock in as my newly toxic seed entered its target. I slowly slid out, pushing my fingers in, working the cum back in his hole. ‘Fuck I needed that Neil’ ‘so did I, and stay off that prep, you’re much sexier without it ‘ I said, kissing him. I left after dressing, making arrangements to catch up later in the Molly. I was getting ready when my phone buzzed. A message came through from an unknown number. I looked ‘ Hi, this is Archie, from Gino’s clinic. Are you ok?’ I felt a stirring, was he interested? ‘Yeah fine pal’ I responded. ‘ I don’t know why but I can’t stop thinking about you since….’ ‘ since what?’ I asked. I worked out he must have got my number from my med file. ‘Since you fucked me in the sauna and then tested positive. I might be poz’ ‘I think you’re probably safe, I didn’t get the fuck flu til after that ‘ I texted ’ but I think that you’re hard now, like you were in the surgery. And I think you want my poz cock in you .’ There was a silence , no message came back. That said it all. He was mine for the taking. ‘Meet me in the basement sauna at midnight’ I messaged . You can have my cum in you ‘ I continued. There was no response. But I would go to the sauna just to see at midnight. We all met up at the Molly, had a good night, Joe with a big smile most of the night. I wasn’t going to tell Luke what had happened, I wanted to let my status lie low for the time being. Sally was still with Ty and we were having a good night, when my alarm buzzed on my phone. 11.45 . I made my excuses, ‘sorry guys, got a bit of a hot date at midnight’ I said ‘ gotta rush - I’ll catch up tomorrow’ I walked along the street, paying the entrance fee at the sauna, before undressing and grabbing a towel. I went to the showers and waited. Almost exactly on time Archie sauntered along, looked round entering the showers, before catching my eye. I moved behind him, kissing the back of his neck and soaping his back, moving my hands down to his ass. I felt him spread his legs allowing me access to his hole. ‘Follow me’ I whispered as I soaped his hole. I took his hand and led him to a cubicle, pulling him inside and locking the door. ‘ lie down’ Archie complied. ‘I’m going to spread your legs. I will suck your cock and then I will fuck you bareback. Are you on prep?’ I asked. ‘No not yet’ he replied. ‘Good! You know I’m poz, and toxic and you crave that poz cum in you, don’t you?’ He looked down, said nothing, but nodded. ‘Say it’ I ordered.’yes I do’ he whispered. ‘ I know how you feel, I was the same’ I started sucking his cock as he lay back. I also licked his hole and positioned my cock at his entrance as I lubed it. ‘ I’m going to slide my poz cock in you . You can tell me to stop at any time but I know you won’t, because you secretly want me to cum in you and convert you don’t you. ?’ He nodded again ‘yes ‘ he whispered. ‘ I don’t know why though, it just turns me on.’ ‘it’s a natural calling, some guys are meant to be bottoms, taking seed and just being a poz bottom pig’ I am like that, I take all loads. You are the same’ I slid in him, picking up my pace. We never broke eye contact . He knew what was going to happen . I was on the verge of cumming when he said ‘wait….’ . ‘Too late, ‘I growled as I slammed into him, shooting my seed as I pinned him down, again keeping my cock in him for a while. ‘Keep that in you, or I’ll tell Gino’ I said, as I grabbed my towel. Archie looked she’ll shocked. Was he sobbing? I kissed him. ‘Be who you are, don’t regret it’ I said as I slipped out of the door. I showered and let the feeling of power run through me, I was loving this first poz weekend, topping twice. I would catch up with Sally tomorrow wondering if I should tell her of my conversion……….. to be continued………

My generation was one of the last ones here in Germany for which it was obligatorious by law to get a smallpox vaccination in the 1970s as a little child before the extinction of smallpox which led to the cancellation of the compulsory vaccination. I still wear the vaccination scar on my shoulder. Monkeypox is much less dangerous and virulent as smallpox, but it is not harmless and we should take it serious. All the younger ones who never got a vaccination should ask their doctors for it. The smallpox vaccine even gives a cross immunity against monkeypox. As far as I know there is enough vaccine stockpiled in the US and the EU. Furthermore there is an antiviral drug named Tecovirimat authorized in the US since 2018 and in the EU since a few months which seems to be a very potent envelope protein inhibitor which "prevents the virus from leaving an infected cell, hindering the spread of the virus within the body" ([think before following links] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tecovirimat). All the older ones as me which got vaccinated in their childhood should ask their doctors for an refreshing vaccination because it may lose a significant part of its effectiveness. So let us take the challenge seriously, but not panic or get fearfully paralyzed. Thanks for your attention, gentlemen! 🙂

I lived in Africa 3 years back in the 80's, yes there are infectious agents that many other places are not familiar with. Similar things happened with the European invasion of the world where disease was spread to populations with no immune resistance. It is not about "welfare". The ease of travel today exposes all peoples to infectious agents. Pointing blame is silly and misguided at the least, including Covid.

Part 3 Chad insisted on cooking breakfast for us. I didn't object cause I wanted to see what the lad could do. He made a pretty basic one, scrambled eggs with cheese, bacon, (yes I'm a Jew, never said I was a good one) toast and fruit. It wasn't fancy, but the kid at least knew his way around a kitchen. And he's a quick learner. I'm sure he'll make a great chef in no time. As we ate, he looked over his phone, which undoubtedly contained calls from his dad. But he didn't say anything. "So," I started, chewing on some bacon, "when do you plan on going home?" A crestfallen look fell over his face as he realized he wasn't just moving in with me. After a moment, he replied, or rather croaked, "I'm not. I'm never going back there. Fuck the Major. If I have to, I'll live on the streets, but I'm NEVER going back there!" A look of defiance shone in his eyes. I have to admit, the thought of him being on the street, selling his body for money made my dick stir in my pants. "Knock it off!" I said, giving him a gentle slap across his face. "You know damn well I'm not sending you out on the street. You're living with me." He looked at me sheepishly with those big blue eyes and said, "Thank you Sir." "Thank you what?" I demanded. "Thank you daddy." He replied, a grin spreading across his face. "That's better son." I replied as I bent over and kissed his pink lips. Just then a loud pounding on the front door made us both jump. I went to see who it was as Chad stayed in the kitchen. Although, I already had a pretty good idea who it was. Sure enough, I looked through the peephole and there was the Major, looking pissed. I opened the door in my full naked glory. "Have you seen my kid?" He demanded to know, as he tried to avoid the fact that I was standing there with no clothes on. I just kept an innocent look on my face. "I don't know what you're talking about. Why would I have seen your kid?" I inquired. "Don't fucking lie to me Blum! The little shit took off last night and isn't answering his phone. It's location says it's over here. If you see that bastard, you tell him to get his ass home! That brats in for a heap of trouble!" "Sure thing Major. If I see him, I'll tell him." I responded feigning fake concern. The Major just glared at me before stomping off mumbling shit about faggots and Jews. I just shut the door as my blood boiled. I may be a sick, twisted fuck, but I would never treat family the way he does. Especially your own kid. I returned to the kitchen to see Chad still sitting there in all HIS naked glory. How could something so beautiful come from such a horrid person? "I heard him daddy." He said. "What do you think he's going to do?" "Nothing puppy. There's nothing he can do. You're 18 now. He can't touch you." Chad just sighed and smiled as he finished his food and took his dishes to the sink. "Of course, we'll have to get you a new wardrobe. And a new phone." "Thank you daddy." He said as he washed the dishes. "I hope to repay you for your kindness." "Oh you will son." I said, patting his hard, round ass. "You will." Chad just laughed as he finished the washing. After breakfast I took Chad on a tour of his new home. He loved my home, especially the upstairs playroom. I had knocked out a wall and combined two large bedrooms into a huge s/m paradise. The bathroom was converted to a real looking rest stop bathroom and the shower was huge, perfect for easily cleaning a dirty boy. And I had practically every device and tool a Master could ever want. Chads eyes sparkled as he walked around the room, touching everything, feeling all the leather, his dick rock hard the entire time. I explained the usage for all the items, about the many houseboys and slaves that I've used on and with them, and his cock dripped. He shivered as I placed a leather collar around his neck. He stood proud and hard as I attached restraints to his wrists and ankles. He looked a bit confused as I took some ice from the small freezer, and filled a bowl with ice water. I made him put his cock and balls in the water until his erection left. Then I quickly and expertly locked him up in a chastity cage. I didn't use a spiked one. Not for his first time. He looked disappointed when I led him by a leash out the door and down the stairs. I led him to the cellar where he saw the real slaves quarters. It was a dark and scary space with more cages and torture devices. I stood behind him and held his caged cock. "I own you now son. You are my property. I own your body. That's why I locked up your cock. It belongs to me now, and you will only use it when I allow it. Understood?" He just nodded silently. "And this dungeon is for bad boys. Are you a bad boy son?" He shook his head no. "Well, we shall see, won't we?" I whispered in his ear and he shuddered. I smiled as I could feel his cock straining in it's cage. Back upstairs in my bedroom, we sat on the bed while I produced something new out of my nightstand. A glass pipe and a little baggie. "What's that?" He asked quizzically. "This, my son, is meth." I answered. "It goes by other names too, like Tina, or T." I could see he was getting excited again. This all American boy was a true pig at heart. "There's various ways to ingest it. Today, we're going to smoke it. This is going to light your pussy on fire." He watched intensely as I loaded the glass pipe with a huge shard. "Now watch me." I instructed him. "You have to melt the shard first, then you roll the pipe back and forth a bit, and when it starts smoking, inhale." He watched with huge eyes as I took the first toke before handing it to him. He took his first hit like an expert and blew out a giant white cloud. He coughed a bit, but didn't on his second hit. I was one proud papa! We passed it back and forth a bunch of times, and his blue eyes turned into black saucers. When I knew he'd had enough for now, I set it aside and sat back. I just sat back and watched him as the drugs took over his body. A slight sweat appeared on his forehead as he closed his eyes and his hands roamed over his hard chest and flat stomach. I knew he was feeling sensations he'd never felt before. He moaned as he touched his caged cock and rubbed his balls. He leaned back and licked his lips as he ran his finger around his asshole, then stuck it inside himself. I could have watched his show for hours, but daddy needed attention. I snapped my fingers and Chad's eyes flew open. I just waved my cock at him and he instinctively crawled between my legs. He lovingly took it in his hands and felt it a bit. Feeling it's weight, and fondling my balls before taking it in his mouth. This wasn't like earlier when I raped his throat, this time he was making love to his daddy's dick. He sucked and licked it, running his tongue and lips all over, slathering me with his spit. I reached down and rubbed his muscled shoulders and neck while he devoured my dick. I ran my fingers through his gold locks and grabbed a handful,holding tight as he continued his love making. He arched his back and lifted his white globes in the air, giving me a perfect view of those twin mounds. After what felt like an eternity, I pulled him off and stood up, walking to the foot of the bed. I grabbed his ankles and pulled him flat, dragging him so his his legs hung over the end. Then I spread his cheeks apart and dived onto the pink flower before me. Chad let out a long, low, croaky groan as I feasted on his perfect hole, giving him sensations he had never felt before. He stuck his ass out further, trying to impale himself on my tongue that was pushing past his sphincter. "Oh fuck daddy. That feels so good!" He moaned. "Eat my ass daddy. Fucking eat my ass!" I pulled off his hole and slapped him hard on his ass, causing him to cry out in shock. "That's not an ass boy!" I corrected him. "What is it? Tell me what it is boy!" I knew his drug fueled mind was confused as to what I was getting at, so I helped him. "It's a pussy, boy!" I snarled at him. He immediately clued in and started croaking, "Yes Sir! It's a pussy Sir. Eat my cunt daddy!" He begged. I was impressed how quickly he took to it. "Eat my dirty fuckin pussy, daddy!" I did eat his pussy. I ate it like it was my last meal as he writhed in ecstasy on the bed. After a half an hour, my jaw ached and I needed to fuck. I lubed up my cock then grabbed his hair so he could see his face in the headboard mirror. (I had mirrors all over the room, even the ceiling, as I loved to watch mydelf fucking) I put the bottle under his nose and made him take hit after hit after hit until he couldn't hold his own head up by himself. Then I made him look into his own eyes as I rammed my cock all the way into him in one thrust. He screamed as much as his battered throat would allow as I ripped into his barely non virgin hole. I held his head up so he could see himself through his tears as I transformed him into my personal fuck puppet. I wasted no time in pounding his tight pussy, loving the feeling of his hard ass as it slammed against my belly. "Look at yourself, you little whore!" I shouted as I plowed him hard. "You're a filthy, drugged up bitch taking cock in his pussy, and you fucking love it, don't you?!" "Oh god yes, I love it daddy. This is where I belong. Fuck me Major!" He cried out. I don't think he knew what he had said, but I had heard him. My anger boiled inside me as I fucked the stupid kid for all I was worth while he just blubbered and begged for more. After half an hour, I was getting close to cumming, but I wasn't ready just yet. I pulled out, much to Chad's disappointment. He just whined for me to put it back in him. I just slapped the back of his head and told him to shut the fuck up. I sat at the head of the bed as Chad laid there on his stomach, breathing deep and sweating buckets. I grabbed the pipe and loaded some more, then I poked the lad. He looked at me with fuzzy eyes and I motioned for him to sit on my cock. He wasted no time climbing on top of me and sitting down on my fat pole. I handed him the pipe and he took a big hit. He was so horned up he was instinctively gyrating on my cock like the good slut he was becoming. He tried to hand me the pipe, but I refused, saying it was all for him. After he took six more big hits, I could see he was totally gone. I set the pipe down and that's when I asked him, "Do you realize you called me Major a little while ago?" "I did?" He asked, looking confused. "Yes pup, you did. Is there something you're not telling me? Did the Major fuck you?" "No, god no." He replied looking a bit scared. "But did you want him to?" I prodded him. He didn't say anything for a moment, he just continued involuntarily grinding on my cock before he finally said, "Yes Sir." My cock throbbed at the thought of Chad wanting his real father to fuck him. "Tell me all about son." I gently said. It took him a few moments, but after a couple more hits off the bottle he finally started talking. "I've always wanted the Major to fuck me." He started. "For as long as I could remember. I'd see him naked at the gym, and I'd have to hide my hard on. He thought I was just being bashful and laugh at me. His humiliating me only made me harder. I didn't know why." I kept feeding him poppers as he started riding my cock harder. "When I started masturbating, he was all I thought about. I imagined sucking his dick, I imagined licking his sweaty pits, I imagined him fucking me." This boy was telling me everything I needed to know about him. "Tell me more." I prodded him as he huffed more poppers. "I started stealing his underwear, and jocks, and socks. But only the dirty ones. The ones that smelled like him. I'd breath his smell as I jerked off, his manly, sweaty smell." Chad was riding my cock harder and harder as he continued. "I loved his dirty jockstraps the best. He would wear them a few times before he washed them. They would smell like ball sweat and piss." He moaned as he talked about this, and rode me even harder. "Sometimes there would be a pube or two in there." More poppers. "Then, I'd start sneaking into his bathroom after he left, and licking up his piss dribbles. I'd lick the seat, both sides, and if there were dribbles on the floor, I'd lick those up too." Jesus, this kid was a bigger pig than I could have imagined! "One time I came home after he had a lady friend over, and I found a used condom in his trash. I took it, and sucked his cum out of it. I've never cum so hard before." I put the poppers away and grabbed a couple more items out of the nightstand. I attached clamps to his pert little pink nips and he hissed in pain and pleasure. Then I held up my special jockstrap. This one was super filthy, having months of cum and piss soaked into it. The thing reeked. I held it over Chad's mouth and nose and he huffed the stench in deeply. "I want you to call me Major boy. Right now I'm the Major, and I want you to ride my cock like you want to ride his. Make me cum son." That was all Chad needed to be told, and he was lost to the fantasy. "Fuck me Major." He whined like a girl. "Fuck your little boy. Please daddy, fuck my little pussy. Fuck me Major. Fuck your little faggot son! Fill me with your cum Major. Fill up your little baby boy!" Chad had lost any semblance of shame as he used his muscular legs to ride me like it was the Kentucky Derby. I pushed the filthy jock into his face as he huffed it and licked it, making it slimy with his spit. He sucked the pouch into his mouth and let the nastiness fill his mouth, all the while calling me the Major and begging for my cock and cum. I grabbed the chain on the clamps and ripped them off of his tits, causing him to throw back his head and howl. I stuffed the disgusting jock deep into his mouth and partially down his throat. He started convulsing as ropes of white hot teenage cum shot out of his caged cock all over me. That pushed me over the edge and I pumped the second load of poz cum deep into his sweet, young guts. He collapsed on me and just started sobbing. Great wracking sobs like he did last night when he first showed up. I held him tight and soothed him as he let loose his emotions. "Shhhh. It's ok baby. Let it out. Daddy's here, daddy's got you." I cooed as I rubbed his sweat slicked back. "Just cry baby boy. Daddy's here. Daddy loves you baby." I froze for a second from my own words as Chad's sobs subsided a bit. "I love you too daddy." He whispered in my ear before lifting his head and looking and me through his tear filled eyes. "I love you daddy Abe." I squeezed him tighter as buried his face back into my neck and finished his crying session as the rest of my seed leaked into his hole. "You aren't, um, mad at me or anything for what just happened, are you?" He finally asked when he had calmed down. I just laughed and held him tight. "I'll never be mad at you for being you son." I said as he smiled. "Now this," I said, tapping his cock cage, "you came without daddy's permission. You'll have to be punished for that later boy." "Yes daddy." He said as he snuggled into my arm. "I understand."

Part two We woke up the next morning snuggled in my bed. I still couldn't believe my luck that this kid, this golden god, had come to me so willingly. Had given himself completely over to me on our first time. I spooned him and wrapped my thick, hairy arms tightly around him. I placed my even harrier leg across baby smooth one, relishing the feel of his young skin. I squeezed him tightly into my hard, fuzzy chest and he stirred slightly. I didn't want him to wake yet. I wanted this fantasy boy to just remain as he was while I enjoyed holding his perfect body. It didn't matter that he was a little taller than me, I was still his superior, sexually. I held him like that for a while, my hard cock nestled between his firm, round globes before he finally stirred. "Mmmmmm. Good morning Mr. Blum." He purred as he ground his ass against my crotch. "Now what did I tell you last night, boy?" I asked as I pinched his pert little nipples. "Call me Abe." "Yes Sir." He moaned as I taught him just what a man's nipples were for. "Sorry, I mean Abe." "That's a good boy." I praised him as my tongue made love to his ear. He let out long sighs and moans as I awakened him to yet another erotic sensation he hadn't been aware of til now. "You can call me Sir, if you're more comfortable with that." I suggested. "Yes Sir." He whispered as my hand moved down to his rock hard cock. I lightly stroked his slim, curved penis as his ass ground against my own hard dick and he moaned more. This kid was a sexual gold mine. "Can I call you daddy?" He asked. This took me slightly aback for just a second. I had never been daddy to my slaves or house boys before. Only Master, Sir, or Mr. Blum. But my twitching dick told me how much I liked it. "Do you want me to be your daddy?" I asked him. "Yes Sir, I do." He breathlessly responded. "Please. I want to be your boy so badly." "My boy, or my son?" I whispered into his ear. "Your son, daddy." He responded as his ass ground against me harder. "I want to belong to you. I've never had a daddy, Sir. Only the Major. I want a daddy who will love me and cherish me." My heart almost broke at that moment for the poor boy. Of course it makes sense that he has a daddy complex. His own father was so distant and cold. The boy craved love and affection. "I'll be your daddy if you want me to be." I told him as I moved my hand to his ass, placing a finger against his tight, pink hole. "Will you be my nasty little whore son?" I asked. "Yes daddy." He moaned as he backed onto my finger, taking it inside him. "I'll be your nasty whore son. I'll be whatever you want me to be. I'll do whatever you want me to do. I want to make you happy. I want you to love me ." At that I rolled him over and started kissing him. Even in the morning his mouth tasted so fresh and young. He pulled his smooth body into my hairy one as he practically devoured my tongue. This kid was beyond perfect. We made out for a while before I finally pulled away and opened the night stand. I pulled out a wooden box that held a mirror and a glass vial. I opened the vial and dumped a big pile of white powder onto the mirror. I took a razor blade and divided it into four lines. It was already finely chopped, so I didn't have to do that. I handed him a little straw and the mirror. "Is this coke?" He asked, his eyes sparkling. I nodded in the affirmative. "Awesome!" He smiled, his perfect white teeth glowing. "I want to do everything. I want to try everything!" He said as he stuck the straw in his nose. "Oh you will son." I promised him as he snorted two of the fat lines. "You will." His eyes were wide as he handed the mirror back to me. "Holy shit! This stuff rocks! My nose and throat are numb." "This is primo shit kid. I only get the best." I smiled as I snorted my two lines. I put the stuff away and grabbed a brown bottle as I turned back to Chad. "Here hit this a few times. I'm about to break in your throat." I meant it too. Now that I was coked up, his first throat fuck wasn't going to be easy. But I suspected he'd like that. Chad hit the bottle a few times, but I made him hit it even more until his eyes were glassy and slightly crossed. I threw him down on the bed with his head hanging over. "Now, just open your mouth son, daddy's about to bust your second hole open!" Chad did as he was told and I slid my fat cock into his mouth. As soon as it hit the back of his throat he started gagging. I slid it out so he could catch his breath, then slid it back in, going further this time. He started wretching and I pulled back out, dragging a long trail of throat slime. It had been a long time since I've broken in a virgin throat, but the best way to do it is just do it. He was young, it wouldn't kill him, but he'll definitely be sore for a while. I put my dick back in and pushed it slightly further in, stretching him open more. He gagged more but I held it there. He tried to push me off with his hands, but I grabbed them and held them down tight. "Don't struggle faggot!" I told him. "It's gonna happen whether you like it or not. Just relax and accept it." I pulled out a little bit and started fucking his throat. He still struggled and fought a bit, but I was relentless. I pushed against his esophagus a little harder and harder each time, slowly gaining headway. It wasn't long before I had half my cock in his throat and his gagging had subsided a bit. He was learning quickly how to catch breaths when I pulled out. The kid was a natural. I pulled out completely and left him there, panting for breath. His face was covered with spit and slime, which only made the little slut look hotter. I walked to the night stand and grabbed the vial. Licking my finger, I gave it a nice thick coating. I jammed my finger to the back of his throat and rubbed the coke all over, getting as far into his esophagus as I could. Chad gagged more, but took it like a champ. As I let the coke take effect I grabbed a sock and pored some poppers on it, tying it over his nose. "Are you ready son?" I asked him. "Daddy's not going to stop until it's all in." He just looked at me as I wiped his sweaty and mucus covered blond locks off his forehead. He nodded as his eyes glazed over again. I took my place and slid my cock back into his open mouth. This time, I didn't stop. Once I was halfway in I continued until my balls were touching his lips. I had done it. Buried bone deep on the first try. Chad struggled and fought as I continued to hold his hands down, but to his credit, he never tried to bite me. I certainly felt his teeth, but he never clamped his jaw down. This slut wanted to be broken, and badly. And I was happy to oblige. I withdrew halfway before plunging back in deep. I did this a few times before pulling out. I didn't want the slut to suffocate. He threw up spit and slime all over his face as he frantically panted for air, (which is why morning is the best time for breaking in a cocksucker, less throw up) but never asked me to stop. Not like I would have anyway. I plunged myself in balls deep again and really started fucking the kids throat. I pressed my hands onto his broad shoulders and he responded by grabbing my arms and holding tight. Damn this kid was good. "Take my cock you dirty cocksucking faggot!" I roared as I pounded his young throat. "Take daddy's cock into your fuckhole like the bitch you were born to be!" I removed myself from his cumchute just long enough for him to spit up and get air. Then I plunged in again. "Fuck yea you cunt." I yelled. "I'm gonna make you the best cocksucker in the whole state. You'll be known for miles around before I'm through with you!" I continued to degrade him as I fucked his throat until I couldn't hold off any longer. I buried myself balls deep as I unloaded a huge load straight into his stomach. "Fuck yea whore! Take that cum! Fucking accept your new position in life as a cum receptacle!" I shouted as my cock throbbed and flexed in his tight 18 year old throat. After I finished shooting, I pulled out and watched as Chad gurgled up my cum and mucus. I just scraped it off his face and put it back in his mouth. "Don't ever waste a man's cum, bitch. If your lucky enough for him to use you, then you accept whatever he gives you. Understood son?" "Yes Sir." He said. Or at least tried to say, as his voice was temporarily as wrecked as his throat. "Good boy, now follow me." I said, heading into the bathroom. I made him lay down in the tub. "Open your mouth son." I told him. He obeyed and I stood over him and started pissing. I didn't expect him to drink it the first time, cause I didn't want him puking up the cum I worked so hard to inject into his stomach. He would be my urinal soon enough. I covered his god like golden body with my own golden fluids. He just rubbed my piss all over himself without me telling him. Such a good pig. He moaned as my hot piss covered his face and filled his mouth. He even tried swallowing a bit. Then I told him to piss himself and he just let go with a huge yellow flow that sprayed up to his face. His blue eyes sparkled and he grinned like the Cheshire cat as he bathed himself in his own urine. After a hot shower together, we relaxed on the bed as we shared the bong together. "I'm so proud of you son." I whispered, brushing his blond hair with my fingers. "Thank you daddy. I always want to make you happy." He smiled. "You will, son. You will. I have so many plans for you." I moved down to his hard teenage cock and engulfed it in one swallow. He moaned as I expertly deep throated him and rubbed my head as he gently thrust upwards with his hips as my throat expertly massaged him. It only took about a minute before he stared twitching and his cock grew and throbbed. I pulled back just as he started shooting, filling my mouth with his giant load. I savoured his delicious spunk for a moment before I moved to his pretty pink lips. He opened to accept my kiss and we swapped his cum between us until it was gone.

Pozzed Cheerleader 5 It made me a No Loads Refused Cum Slut Jamie and I left the hotel room as neat and clean as we could but there was stil cum everywhere. I would not want to sleep in those beds anytime soon. I lived off-campus with 3 other roommates, one was another cheerleader and the other two were on the football team. The four of us hit off our freshman year and have lived through all of our lives ups and downs. They were all very manly. I could not imagine any of them doing what I did the night before. Really, before last night, I could not imagine myself doing what I did before last night. But, as I did the ‘walk of shame’ back to my apartment. I wondered where I was going to get my next fix. My apartment was empty. I went straight to my room, dropped my gym bag, stripped down and fell asleep on top of the covers. I slept for several hours, waking only when my roommates came and went into the apartment or when my phone would ding with a new message. I heard my door open just a bit and then a short giggle. It was Mark, my cheer teammate and roommate. He was, also, good friends with Jamie. I often wondered how good of friends, but I knew he was fucking Angela one of the chunkier large breasted girls on the squad. He slyly slid into my room without me realizing it or I would have covered up. I felt his hand run up my leg and stop at my tender and still leaking hole. I glanced back at him. He smiled and said, ‘Jamie said you guys had fun last night.” “Is that all he said” I quizzed? Wondering if he knew I took a good half-dozen poz loads. “Yeah, and if I wanted a second helping of a creampie to come over and eat your!” he said as he lapped at my well fucked hole. I could not believe, my good friend, roommate, and teammate, who I suspected was bi, now confirmed, was unknowingly eating loads of poz cum from 5 guys out of my ass. His second feast of the day. He fingered my hole. “I want to fuck you” he mumbled as tongued my hole. “Yes please” I gasped. He shucked his shorts and underwear while he kept eating my ass. I was rock hard. I had seen his cock in the shower. So, I knew he was a bit bigger than my 6 inches. I thought he was closer to 7, but he was thick like a red bull can. He was rock hard when he pushed his thick mushroom head into my sore but willing ass. “Me and the boys are going to like having a willing pussy-boy around the apartment” he joked. I noticed he did not say anything about poz or anything like that. So Jamie must not have told him about all the poz loads that we took the night before. He did not ask; i was not going to tell. Mark had great stamina, and I am almost certain he just came with Jamie. So, he was going to last a while. My only question was whether my ass was going to give out first or his cock. Mark pounded me hard for 15 minutes before he added his untainted seed along with everyone else’s DNA. He shoved his cock deep in my hole. I could feel it pulse and shoot volley after volley of his untainted, till now, dna into my cunt. “I heard you got paid last night, take me next time” Mark cajoled, “you know i could use the money.” “I am tired of getting fucked for free on campus” he admitted. I just laid in bed with my eyes closed. I knew had a girl that he fucked on the team, but never knew he got fucked by other guys. I played it cool like I knew. I was going to let it all play out and see who I could convert into poz boi’s like George and his pals did to me. While Mark laid there with my ass leaking and his cock half-hard. I asked him about him and our roommates fucking me. He looked at me like I had a third eye. He told me about the summer that I had been gone at home and they were here for football camp and had been tag-teaming Jamie and the punter for the football team. Not to mention when I or Jamie was not around Mark had been the bottom of choice for our roommates. I was floored, but I did not let on. I was thinking of a way to get the whole group in one room. Mark slipped the plug back into my ass to keep his load deep inside me, and I fell asleep. I slept the rest of the afternoon and into the evening only to be stirred awake by the sounds of moans coming from the living room. I slipped on my boxer-briefs and slowly tipped-toed down the hall into the living room where my roommates Jamal and Darnel spit-roasting Mark. They were lost in the pleasure of his mouth and ass. Mark’s 7 inch cock was as rigid as it had been just a few hours ago fucking me. Jamal had a good 8 inch cock sliding in and out of Mark’s tight white ass and Darnel was sporting a goo8.5 inch dark piece of meat in Mar;s hungry mouth. “Well, look who we have here” Darnel almost sang in his deep baritone voice. As Jamal looked around, but kept laying his meat pipe in Mark’s sweet cunt of an ass. “Mark had been telling us about your evening getting turned out by the rich alumni and his afternoon with the new apartment bottom slut” Darnel continued. Again, no mention of the positive aspect of my evening. I was staunch if they did not ask, i was not going to tell. “Why don’t you come over her and sit your used hole on my fat balc cock” he insisted. I wasn’t quite ready for more cock, but I was in no position to say no. Darnal moved to the couch and my close friend and star DB for the football team removed the plug from my aching hole and I sat down on his oversized black and assumed for now a negative cock. Jamal and Darnel took turns fucking Mark and I for the next hour. It was near 8pm when they had breed us twice a piece and Mark and I had cum each just once. Mark in my mouth and me in my hand. I guess no matter what I do. I am the bottom rung. I am the one that will suck and get fucked. If i cum it will be either by my own hand or by someone fucking me just right. I was OK with that Thank you for reading. I am getting busy. I will not be able to write as much as I like maybe a story a week. Thank you for all your hot emails and phone calls. I cum a lot thanks to you Joey

I got fucked and bred Sunday. So, I was inspired As I did another stream of piss struck me across the face and I opened my mouth to let it flow in and I felt another from behind me as Mike joined the fun. When they were done they invited Dan and George to join the ‘shower brigade”, but George said that Jamei was drinking straight from the tap. What sluts they have created this day! Pozzed Cheerleader 4 We all showered and crashed. I took a bed and was sandwiched between Javon and Dan while George and Mike pulled Jamie onto the bed we all fucked and came. They were the piggiest of the group. It is not like we got much sleep. Whenever one of them woke up with an inkling to fuck or get sucked Jamie and I were wakened up and we did our job for the evening. I thin between the four of them Jamie and I took a load from each of them. They were insatiable. Even Jamie took another took at my over-fucked hole. I leaked cum all night. The next morning, they were all dressed and the room looked like nothing ever happened. George gave us our cash and told us he would be in touch and if-and-when we got sick we were to call this doctor and he gave us each a card. I recognized the name. It was our award winning QB from the later 70’s. Until, he continued, keep fucking anything that moves or will fuck you. We will be back here in two weeks. We will have more guys looking to pump loads into cheerleader and football asses…positive or negative. “You have the room till noon, have fun you two” he cheered and the four of them walked out the door. Leaving Jamie and I naked and alone. We both just collapsed in the bed. We had 4 hours to kill, the first time we did was order some room service. While we waited on room service. I reached around to my tender hole and felt the large plug that had been pulled and re-inserted many times over the last 12 hours. Jamie flipped me over and gently pulled the plug out. Then I felt his warm mouth on my hole. It felt…good. There was a knock at the door. Jamie pulled on a robe and tucked away his hard-on. I laid in the bed with my ass leaking countless loads. When I heard, “Damn George and the boys did a number on you boys” from a nameless faceless room service porter. Then I felt a hand run up my leg and finger my hole while Jamie just let him do it to me. “Shut the door,” he said. “George told me to stop by and get some, but I didn’t know it was this hot.” I finally looked up to see who next was going to take some of my ass. I recognized him from the wall of fame. He was an all-Big10 wideout that blew out his knee two years prior and lost his scholarship and was now working his way through school. He ordered Jamie to come over and suck his cock to get him hard. From behind me, I could hear sucking and slurping sounds. I felt the bed shift as he got one bed and once again he commanded Jamie to rim his ass while he bred this slut. I felt the bed shift as Jamie got on behind him and with little resistance he sank his cock deep into my well fucked ass. “Damn George and them wore you out boy” he quipped. I later remembered his name was Jamal. He pounded my ass hard and long. His cock was a good 7.5 inches. I could hear Jamie rimming his ass. We had formed a good rhythm. I was sure he could not keep up this pace with Jamie eating his ass. I was wrong. Jamal had staying power drilled his cock deep into me over and over. The 3 of us sweated and toiled together on the bed for nearly 20 minutes. When Jamal said he was going to breed my ass. I felt his cock spasm in my ass and he shot 5 or 6 ropes of thick cum coating my insides with his cum. “Add my tainted load in there along with the others, he growled. That answered my next question. He grabbed the plug that was laying on the bed and it slid easier that it had all night into my ass. “I got an idea for you cum sluts” Jamal said as he jumped off the bed and grabbed our pancakes from the room service cart. He ordered me to squat over the plate. He pulled the pug from my ass and his cum flowed from my cunt onto the pancakes. I knew what was next. Jamie and I each had our own cum coated pancake that we devoured. Jamal just laughed at us, took our names and numbers and assured us that he and others wouldl be calling us. Jamie and I shared a shower without our plugs and let the cum and piss just flow from us. We washed each other, we had bruises and hickies all over our bodies. I felt tattered and torn, and a bit apprehensive as to what was coming next. I powered on my cell phone and realized I had 13 missed calls from my girlfriend and about 20 texts. Yeah, she can be a bit dramatic. I pulled on my clothes from the night before as I listened to her messages and as I listened to the first each one got meaner and nastier as she got drunker and as I was not returning her call or demand for dick. I could see Jamie smirking as he knew her. I read the texts and the images she had sent of her dancing with the football team and then some sent to me from other of her on her knees doing what I had been doing the night before but with the football team. I wasn’t even mad, but I wanted revenge. I was going to make it my goal to poz the football team. That is if the brutal fuckings from last night and today succeeded in their mission to breed Jamie and I, i do know that it did succeed in one mission. It made me a No Loads Refused Cum Slut More to Cum

Pozzed Cheerleader 2 “Yeah QB breed my hole knock my virgin ass up with powerful seed” I breathed as he slowly slipped the head of his tainted cock in my now deflowered ass. Jamie, knowing the terminology far better than I did, was struggling, but they held that bottle under his nose and soon Dan had sunk his fleshy manpole into Jamiee’s bottom. Jamie was along for the ride Pozzed Cheerleader 2 Jamie took Dan’s 9inch pole like a champion. I never saw a cock that big in person. George had about half his cock in my hole while Dan continued to sink his monster into Jamie. Javon held the brown bottle under my nose while George sank his cock into me. I could feel his wiry pubes on my bare ass. Jamie was starting to think clearly again and he muttered, “they are trying to poz us!” But Mike stuffed his cock back into his mouth and made him inhale deep off of the brown bottle. I did not know what Jamie meant. So I played along. I looked back at George without letting Javon fall out of my “gay for pay” mouth. Wtih my eyes, I begged him to fuck me. George did not care what I thought. He was going to fuck me whether or not Icared or wanted him to do it. He would pull nearly all the way out and drive back in all the way into the hilt. My cock was rock hard. I wanted to jerk off, but my hands were busy holding myself up sucking Javon’s cock while George brutally fucked me. Dan was fucking Jamie just as hard. Right next to me. Being very vocal. Jamie was sucking Mike’s huge black cock. When Javon said it was his turn. He switched with Dan and Mike switched with George. I went from sucking black cock to being fucked by one. Mike was bigger than George, but all he did was spit on his cock and pushed into me. I lowered my mouth onto Dan. The fight in Jamie was just about all gone. I was not sure what it was all about, but he was eagerly sucking George and taking Javon’s dark meat. Jamie and i were fucked by the two dark gods for what seemed like forever. My knees were beginning to hurt from the rug burns. Javon said he wanted to switch with Mike and offered us to get on the bed. Without ever pulling off of their cocks they lifted us both and took us to the bed then they switched. While Dan and Geroge switched too. Dan got behind me and took over fucking my ass. He rolled me onto my back and I guess he thought I was ready for him since I had gone up from George to Javon and now to the biggest in the room. Again, all I got for extra lube was spit. h/e stretched my ass wide. I could feel it tearing almost, and he went deep. I had tears in my eyes. He must have got off seeing the pain that I was in cause he drove his massive cock deep in my ass. When he did that I came without my cock. “Looks like we have another true bottom boy here, George.” Dan quipped, “you know how to pick them.” He continued, “We are going to knock you up and then use you to spread it across campus.” I was still unsure what he meant, but Jamie finally back to reality but too far lost in lust for huge cock to care. I will admit. I was too far gone in cock lust to care either for that matter. My own girlfriend could walk in and I would beg Dan to keep fucking me. Javon and Mike were taking turns fucking Jamie each power fucking him 10 to 15 thrusts each then switch. George was at the head of the bed slowly stroking his cock just waiting his turn somewhere. Dan was getting close to cumming, he began to hold up his stroke in my ass. I could feel his large cock pulsing in me. He was breeding me. He was knocking me up as they were saying. Dan roared and said, “take my poz seed slut, after tonight you are no longer ‘gay for pay’ but poz no woman will want you!” It was then that it hit what they all meant. What the biohazard tats all meant. Javon unloaded in Jamie. Pozzing his negative cunt as well. Dan’s cock still huge, but finally retreating from my used ass. He grabbed a champagne glass and held it under my slit and caught as much of his tainted seed as he could. Mike moved Javon out of the way before Jamie could push any of his tainted load out. When Dan was done I could see a glass half full of pink sperm. Where they had made me bleed from my first time fucking. George took it from his hand and forced me to drink about half of it. He ordered me to hold it in my mouth and kiss and give it to Jamie. I kissed Jamie, my first ever man-to-man kiss. I pushed my load into his mouth and he took it all. He swished it around in his mouth like mouthwash swallowed some and with me still on my back. He spit the rest back into my mouth. I swallowed it. Mike was now cumming in Jamie with a loud grunt. Leaving George the only one at this time who has not cum. h/e got between my legs and lined up his 7inch cock with my well fuck hole and plunged in as deep as he could. He jackhammered my ass for a good 5 minutes before he blew his tainted load in me. George withdrew his deflating cock from me. All four of them left the bed to Jamie and I to wallow in their leaking jizz, tainted and poz jizz. Jamie pulled me up onto all four’s and licked and ate my ass. My cock got rock hard. I thought of fucking him, but he pushed me down on the bed. “I am going to blow my last negative load in your straight ass” he snarled into my ear and to the cheers of George, Dan, Mike and Javon. His barely 6 inch cock squelched right into me. He pounded me hard like he was taking something out on me. He slammed his cock into me one final time and came in me. HE fell across my back and said, “you are the bottom’s faggot the only way you’ll cum tonight or ever is by your own hand or with a cock deep in your slutty hole.” I hoped he was wrong, but I did just cum again with him pounding me. More to Cum love the great feedback And the hot chat keep it up And I will keep you up Joey

Fist time I had sex I asked the guy to wrap it up, as I thought that was what you were supposed to do, He said he would, I believed him and went about our fun. It wasn’t until we were done that I saw then wrapped up condom laying on the bed. I was secretly thrilled but played off that I was mad. In a totally calm, unapologetic way he said “too late now! You didn’t think I was gonna be the first one in you and not leave my DNA??? Stupid bottom!!!” Excellent top.

Part 8 I lost track of whose tongue was in my mouth, and whose hands were doing what to my body. It was a tangle of naked bodies on the mat. I was lost in the sheer sexual energy, never having felt anything like this before. I felt Apollo’s fur brushing against my body — my chest, back and legs — as he explored me. At the same time, I felt Wil’s smooth skin soothing me as we melded into the sexual fray. Up became down, and down was up in our frenzy. At times I was on top of our pile, and then found myself on my back. All the while, Apollo was whispering to us, encouraging us. My mind was whirling. I never dreamed there could be a place like this — it was terrifying and exhilarating. “I want to see you fuck your boyfriend before I fuck you,” he whispered as the three of us made out together. I was pushed onto my back, someone sliding my jockstrap down my legs, and suddenly Wil was on top of me. Apollo was kneeling beside us, making out with Wil while one hand massaged my hardon. I knew I was rock hard, though I hadn’t topped at all tonight. “Sit on him,” Apollo instructed. Wil looked down at me, our eyes locking. For the first time I noticed his eyes were a brilliant blue, even in the club’s multicolored lighting. His face was handsome and boyish at the same time. He looked so vulnerable now, the cocky confidence he’d shown all night disappearing. And in that moment I realized he was afraid I’d say no and reject him. Apollo was reaching behind Wil, guiding my freshly lubed cock toward Wil’s hole. I felt my head insert. Itself into the diving where Wil’s hole was hiding. We froze in that moment. I hadn’t topped very often, and wasn’t sure I could pleasure Wil the way others had tonight. We just looked at each other, unexpectedly caught in our own insecurities. But I knew I wanted this. I wanted Wil, and had since the first time he smiled at me. I lifted my hips and slide inside Wil. It was like warm butter melting around my cock. I slowly began working my hips up and down, and let out a deep groan. Wil’s handsome faced contorted with surprise, disbelief, and pleasure. He leaned down and kissed me fiercely as I began to slowly fuck him. “Oh my gawd.” I don’t know which of us said it, maybe both. “That’s it,” Apollo said, “Let me see you ride your boyfriend’s nice cock.” Wil leaned back, settling his full weight on top of my groin, driving my dick all the way inside him. I had only topped a few times before. Being inside Wil felt unlike anyone else I’d fucked. His buttery ass was wrapped around my cock, and I could feel him using his muscles to milk my raging hardon. He kept his eyes locked with mine. “Show him how much you love his cock,” Apollo said. Wil began moving his hips and his legs simultaneously, working my dick so it was sliding in and out of his hole without my having to do anything. It felt amazing, and I let out a deep moan as the intense pleasure washed over me. My hands caressed Wil’s thighs, then moved across his red jockstrap that was barely containing his cock. I felt the smooth skin of his abs, and finally settled on his pecs. The beefy ginger was so fucking hot! I felt kinda drunk, though I hadn’t been drinking. The world seemed so surreal right now, Wil riding me, and surrounded by other men having sex. Apollo was right beside us, coaxing us. He kissed Wil, who seemed torn between keeping his eyes locked with mine, and surrendering to the the sculptured god next to him. I was so turned on watching them make out, but also felt this pang of jealousy that I wasn’t part of their embrace. Was Apollo going to take Wil next? I pictured Wil walking away with the god, leaving me alone on the mat. Apollo’s powerful hand rubbing my chest snapped me back into the moment. He whispered something into Wil’s ear as the sexy ginger took a hit of poppers. Then Apollo was leaning down and kissing me. Wil began riding me even harder. “He wants your load,” Apollo whispered. “Breed your boyfriend and I’ll give you my own gift.” His words stoked the fire inside me again. I began moving my hips, driving my dick up into Wil’s magic ass. “Oh my gawd! Fuck me!” Will said, breathing hard. “I’m not gonna last long,” I warned. “I want your load! Please!” He was pounding his ass down on my dick while I was driving upward. I saw the muscles in his body flexing as he worked himself into a frenzy, craving what I had to give him. He looked amazing! I felt my cock throbbing, readying for release. I had never cum inside someone before. The intensity was overwhelming. We were both moaning really loud, not caring about the others around us. “Breed him,” Apollo commanded. And the floodgates burst open. I felt waves of cum pumping through my cock, everyone one of them crashing deep inside Wil. He felt them too, rolling his head backward while riding the waves. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” My body spasmed as the waves continued to roll out, my cock suddenly feeling incredibly sensitive, and a mix of pleasure-pain gripping me. I couldn’t move any more, totally paralyzed by the intensity. Wil seemed to know, so he kept riding, driving my dick in and out of his ass, milking every drop of cum out of me. My body spasmed again. And again. Wil collapsed forward, kissing me deeply as the waves subsided. I reached up and ran a hand through his hair as he tenderly kissed me. His hair was soaked with sweat, which only made him sexier. The dichotomy of the moment wasn’t lost on me — Wil and I sharing a tender moment in the midst of a writhing pile of naked bodies. But their moans and groans of pleasure and pleasure-pain were just white noise in the background of our moment. Wil begrudgingly slipped off my dick, which was still hard. I felt the cooler air blowing across the cum-slick skin as Wil settled in beside me. We were both still breathing hard while we made out, our hearts pounding. “Thank you,” he whispered. “That was amazing,” I told him. He just kissed me again. My load was inside Wil. I’d never put a load inside someone before. I marveled at the thought that part of me was now part of him. I nuzzled against his sweaty body. I started to wonder what we would do next. Was he going to leave? There was an unexpected pang in my chest at the thought. Wil suddenly looked up, his gaze following the length of my body. His wicked ginger grin was suddenly back. “I think someone’s about to get fucked.” I felt my legs being lifted in the air. Apollo was there, kneeling at my ass, resting my legs on his shoulders as he positioned us for what was to come next. I felt cold glass under my nose. Wil pinched off one nostril saying, “I think you’re gonna want these. That’s it, babe. Take a deep huff. Now the other side. Take one more for good measure, babe. He’s packing.” As the poppers hit me, I felt disoriented, a mix of the magical rush and aftermath of the intense orgasm. Apollo was between my legs and at my hole. I felt the intense heat coming off the head of his cock, soothing my twitching hole. He was godlike, the sculpted torso looming over me. Was I really about to be fucked by someone like him? I’d seen these bodies in porn, I’d fantasized about it, but never believed it could be real. Then I felt the heated pressure against my hole, pushing it open again. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t resist this man. He closed his eyes as he smoothly sank his cock inside me. Despite being fucked earlier, my hole still needed to stretch to accommodate him. I groaned as my hole spasmed, but Apollo didn’t stop. He opened his smoldering eyes, seeing me and seeing through me at the same time. He shifted his hands to my ankles and spread my legs. I could clearly see his entire torso, mesmerized by the sleeping muscles in his 6 pack before the amazing feeling of his cock fucking me made my eyes roll back. “That’s it, babe. Let him take you.” Will kissed me eagerly as Apollo found his rhythm inside me. “Oh my gawd that’s amazing.” Apollo started to fuck me harder. He arched his back, spreading my legs even wider, I could see the taught muscles in my own legs from years of soccer. I felt totally powerless in his grip, unable to control what was happening to my body. He leaned forward, rolling me backward onto my upper back and shoulders, crushing the air out of me. Is this how wrestlers feel, I briefly thought. “You are so beautiful,” the god-like man said soothingly. Apollo’s body had a musky, masculine smell that was intoxicating. His thick cock was drilling down into me now. All I could do was grunt with each deep thrust. “Do you want the gift I have to give you?” “Yes,” I meeped out, still unable to get a full breath with his weight crushing me. It was somewhat frightening being this powerless. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t find Wil, and wondered if he had left me here. Apollo was consuming me, and I wanted him to keep going. Apollo kissed me deeply, never missing a stroke of his cock pleasuring itself inside my ass. He closed his eyes, immersing himself in the feelings coming from below. He rose up, pulling my legs into the air with him, my weight still on my shoulders in a position I didn’t think possible. I could breathe again. He started pounding away, my body quaking with the powerful thrusts. I had to spread my arms wide for balance. On the cool vinyl mat, and that was when I felt Wil still right beside me. I turned my head and saw he was captivated by the sight of Apollo drilling into me. I felt like I was half floating, my legs flailing as he relentlessly banged away at my hole. “Fuck, babe, that is SO HOT!!” I couldn’t speak. The most I could muster was a whimper. The god had me in his embrace. I was powerless to stop him. I wouldn’t stop him even if I could. I knew what he was offering. I wanted the gift he had for me. It was coming. “Give it to me! Apollo roared, drowning out the music and other sexual sounds in the loft. I felt his cock throbbing inside me, releasing the gift to me. Apollo’s seeds spread through my naked body, planting his gift within. I panted-moaned as he finished his conquest, his roar having brought everyone’s attention to his marking me. Apollo gentled lowered us back to the mat. My muscles were aching. He slid his generous cock out, but I still felt warm and full. ”Are you okay?” Wil asked softly, placing a hand on my heaving chest. I could only nod, words completely beyond my abilities at the moment. I felt incredibly vulnerable, exposed, but Wil felt like a safe haven. Apollo leaned in and kissed me. Then he kissed Wil. “That was beautiful. I hope you liked.” He rubbed my body, working his way from my shoulders down to my feet, as if examining a trophy he had won. In that moment I realized my sneakers and socks were gone, too. When had he stripped the last pieces of clothing from me? I felt even more exposed, keenly aware I was the only naked person in the Loft. He rubbed my feet, which felt amazing. “You are simply beautiful,” he said, and I felt myself glowing. Was I really that good looking that someone like him would notice me? I’d certainly never thought so before. He set my legs back onto the mat, kissed me again, then stood and walked away. Reality started to set in again. I was totally naked on a black vinyl mattress in middle of a room of guys having sex. My jock and and sneakers were MIA. This beefy ginger was cradling me in his arms, someone I’d not known a few hours ago, yet felt strangely connected to. He made me feel safe and vulnerable at the same time. Watching Apollo disappear down the stairs, I worried that Wil would be next to go. I imagined what my friends would say seeing me laying here — or worse, my family!!! I couldn’t even picture explaining to my family at a July 4th picnic what I’d done here tonight. I was suddenly that guy I heard others make fun of in the gay bars; the guy who had to go to the bookstore to get laid in secret. But tonight was different. This place was different. Sex was out in the open, and I saw a lot of really good looking guys. Hell, I’d just had sex with a god! My head was spinning again with the mix of emotions, and I wasn’t sure what to do with them all. Most importantly, I didn’t understand why I was craving more.

Another fantastic story @chi4loads! I prefer it when you write longer stories because I never tire of reading our heroes’s toxic adventures. They are simply awesome. I hope you write another lengthy one soon.

Oh I spotted it, I thought you may have had some positive news! Shame you can't upload here, I'm sure everyone would love to see both tat versions 😈

Living in Europe here and that information is incorrect Some people went to African states and returned with the virus .... Europeans went and got it not the other way around Monkey pox has been around for a while also its nothing t be that concerned about anyway its rarely fatal and generally clears up after 4 weeks

It's a big, busy hotel. You simply need to confidently walk in, up the stairs, across to the lifts (to the right) and up to your cumdump's room. You walk through the Reception area, but you're not that closer to anyone at the desk.

my roughest fantasy would be to get tied to a bed or a sling, get blindfolded and with headphones on with music loud enough that i can't listen to anything else and forced to take a few drugs beforehand so i can be used as the only hole in a gangbang, free for all, no questions asked, will not say "no". Clean? sure, STD's? sure, Toxic cum? yes please, want to fist me? ill beg you to do it, want me to drink your piss? i'll love to, want me to get fucked by your dog? ill be its bitch all day if you ant.

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Yeah, it is MUCH easier to take a big dick than a big toy. Even the hardest cock is more flexible that what they make dildos out of. It is more about relaxing your hole than anything else, and that is largely in your head. It is something you have to learn to do. He can help by being gentle and going slow; hopefully, he will do so because you have been talking and are friends. An alternative to desensitizing lube is lube with CBD. I have been using this brand [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.foriawellness.com/ My bf's dick is not quite as big as the one you describe, but it really helps me take it easily.

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Sometimes I just sit on one of the benches in a rest stop smoking my pipe. Head nod as they pass by. If they're looking you'll know. Other times I park my car a bit aways from the building so I have to walk past the parked trucks. Many times a driver will be sitting in his seat, window down. Give a nod, see if they nod back and go from there. All drivers know what's going on, whether they're looking or not. And like a few other people have posted, many times as you're climbing out of one truck, another driver will see that and make sure you come to his truck next. Hell, I had a driver, after he fucked me, get on the CB and tell others he just used me and I still wanted more. I took 2 more driver's loads and fucked a 3rd one before I went home.

I cannot speak for all tops but I can say that as a bottom I have yet to meet a top that didn’t go crazy for my sloppy cum dripping ass. But I’m sure there are tops that are not into sloppy used ass.

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Chapter 2 Getting Educated – The Hard Way Later that afternoon, after another swim, Rich was feeling considerably refreshed. He thought again about the conversation that morning over a biography, and about his own inner thoughts. And with that, he realized that this was something he needed to do by himself, for himself, as a way of pulling back up every aspect of his life and seeing what his past had to say about the future he hoped to have. Simple to do, of course – it was just a matter of writing. Right? But Rich found he was immediately faced with the challenge of so many diarists and memoirists: how and where to start. He sat and stared for some minutes at his computer, until the screen timed out and went blank. Shaking his head in annoyance, he swiped the touchpad, reactivated the machine, opened a document file, and began. ******************** Richard Dunnatore (that’s me) was born in Toronto, Canada, in 1967. My country of birth was 100 years old, by that name, a few weeks after my birthday, although human habitation there extended back by many, many thousands of years earlier. Ricky, as I was known as a child, grew up in a fascinating household -- a rather unusual one for Canada in the 1960s. My dad was descended from two long-standing and very large Scottish families, “pure Scottish” as far back as anyone knew – which, of course, meant that our shared blood doubtless included substantial doses of Briton, Celt, Roman, Norse, and more. My mom was another matter. She was born in the international melting pot of Alcantara, her family background a wild mixture of a dozen or more different nationalities. It was from my father that I inherited his typically Scots stubbornness and an analytical turn of mind, while my mother gave me her wicked little grin, her sense of humour, and an even lighter-toned version of her caramel-coloured skin. From the earliest age I can remember, I was always called “Ricky” by all family and friends. Like most kids, if I ever heard the full, formal, “Richard Anthony Dunnatore,” I knew I was in trouble. How did my parents meet? Then as now, many young people from Alcantara would come to Canada for higher education. Mom and Dad met in a class at university in Toronto and got engaged even before they graduated -- something quite a few Alcantaran students still do. I’m not wasting a lot of time on my school years. They had no real bearing on the man I would become. I progressed through the elementary, junior high, and high school levels of the curriculum with no effort at all. Concepts that many classmates struggled with seemed to click into place in my mind like the tumblers of a lock. That left me plenty of time for out-of-school activities, one of which in particular took up a big chunk of my life as I got older: swimming. Not really surprising. The family (which now included my 3-years-younger sister, Chloe) would go every year at Christmas and spring holiday periods to visit with Mom’s family in Alcantara. That country was not then nearly as heavily developed and loaded down with imported money as it would later become, and Grandma and Grandpa lived in a quite modest house on a small beach, a twenty-minute drive outside the town of Portavedra. My mom told me in after years that she had to keep a really sharp eye on me and get Grandma and Grandpa to do the same – because, as soon as I was old enough to toddle on my own feet, I could be counted on to make a beeline for the ocean on every possible occasion. By age 5 I was already a competent swimmer and, by the time I reached age 8 or 9, I was getting really serious about it. Later on, I would begin to add up the facts and realize that my father came from some serious old money in Canada and had already inherited enough to make our lives more than comfortable. My Alcantaran grandparents weren’t from the same economic circle at all, and that disparity was a source of edginess between them and my dad. They were always polite and pleasant with each other, but that was as far as it went. At any rate, my obvious skill at and love for swimming led my parents to enrol me in a swim club in Toronto at age 9, and my progress leaped forward in great strides. In no time, I was winning age group championships, first in the city, and then provincially. As I moved onwards to high school, I enrolled in an elite training program for potential international competitors. Even before my swimming career got that far, though, I had realized something very important. I couldn’t tell you exactly when it started, but I found that I wanted to spend every spare minute scoping out the bodies of all the other male swimmers, especially the more mature teenaged guys. The fact that we were all wearing tight brief speedos for streamlining in the water gave me plenty to look at, but it also gave me something to hide. I quickly found out that I would get teased within an inch of my life when my fellow swimmers spotted me growing a woody in my suit, so I had to make a conscious effort to think about something else at practice. That included what happened even more from looking at the coaches – Coach Anderson with his massive, hairy chest and Coach Rolphe with his slimmer, classic swimmer build and sizable bulge. Later on, at home, was another matter. I’d stored up all the visuals from practices in my very retentive memory and those mental images fuelled many of my late-night jack-off sessions, too numerous to be counted. By the time I’d gotten into high school, I’d shortened my name to “Rick” (because it sounded, as I thought, more “manly”). By this time, too, there was already a certain amount of “experimenting” going on among the boys on the swim team during road trips. Given my acute awareness of my own feelings, it wasn’t hard for me to figure out which of the guys were “just fooling around” and which were seriously interested in each other. Derikk Maddeson was one guy who seemed to be seriously interested in me, and I certainly was interested in him. On one trip, he managed to arrange things so that I would be rooming with him, and experimentation went a little further. It was cautious, it was furtive, and it was definitely uncomfortable – it hurt like hell, actually -- but that was the night I lost my cherry. On the next trip, he let me return the favour – if you could call it that. I wasn’t a bit more competent at it than he was, and the cheap hotel lotion made a horrible lube. By the time I graduated from high school, top of my class, it was obvious to both me and the coaches that my swimming career had reached its apex, and that my times simply weren’t good enough for the Olympics to be in my future. With that in mind, I explained to my parents that I really wanted to go to a top university in another province. My stated reason was that I wanted to “broaden my mental horizons and life experiences.” While that would assuredly be helpful, what I really wanted, of course, was to be free to do some more detailed exploration of my sexuality without too much parental oversight. So, I chose to pursue a degree in political science at Mainland University in Vancouver. It was a smart choice as that city on the west coast was already well-provided with young men who shared my interests, in school -- and out of it. While I aced all my courses with no trouble, it was the summers that I enjoyed the most. That was when I could lounge on the sand of any of the numerous beaches, working on my tan and swimming in the ocean, or swim laps in the outdoor public pools. Either situation provided ample opportunities to meet other serious swimmers like myself, and ample opportunities to meet men who were like me in other ways. In no time, I found out where the popular bars and other hangouts were and began hooking up with some interesting guys. At the end of my first term, when I went home for a Christmas visit, I stepped up for the hardest task I’d ever faced in my life. I wasn’t at all sure how my parents would react, especially my father, but they had to know, and it was up to me to tell them. The second night home, I sat down with them after dinner, and simply said, “Dad… Mom… I’m gay.” There was a silence of a few seconds. Then my mother laughed. “You thought I hadn’t figured that out for myself years ago?” “How did you guess?” “No guessing. Look, Ricky, it’s just that… mothers just know. We may not talk about it, but we know.” I never did break her of calling me Ricky. All the same, I heaved a massive sigh of relief. My father, though, sat silent, looking rather less happy. “Dad?” At last, he spoke. “I’m sorry, son. I know what you’re hoping I would say, but I’m just not ready to go there yet. Just let me ask you this: are you sure?” I replied quietly. “I’m sure. I wouldn’t tell you this if I weren’t sure, but I’ve known pretty much since the age when I joined the swim club -- and yes, I’m sure.” “And does it make you happy, Rick?” “What will make me happy will be living as myself, openly, truly, not hiding or holding back, or pretending to be someone I’m not. If I meet someone special, and share my life with him, that will be the icing on the cake.” It was unusual to see my dad, the master of snap decision-making, taking his time to ponder his next move. But, finally, he spoke again. “Well, Rick, since you’re sure, and since it will make you happy to live this way, I’ll give you my blessing. I can’t truly say that I understand it yet, but I hope that someday it will all become clearer to me and then I will truly be able to be happy with you, and for you.” “Thank you, Dad. And thank you, too, Mom.” “Ricky, are you planning to tell Chloe?” “Yes, I’ll let her know next time I see her. But, Mom, she’s so much like you that I suspect she will already have guessed too.” Mom gave me a massive hug as I said goodnight. Dad hugged me too, which was unusual for him. It was much more tentative, more “distanced,” but it really moved me that he had already come so far to meet me where I was living my life. Back in Vancouver for the second term, I discovered the existence of a swim club whose members worked out regularly in one of the indoor pools during the winter, and (as they told me) outdoors in the summer. Certainly, not all the guys in the club were gay but the classic swimmer physiques in tight suits made me feel right at home. This was an environment I loved. I loved it so much that I actually went and signed up for a lifeguard certification course, something I’d never done before. Predictably, I aced it and was then able to get a part-time job that helped with living expenses as much as with cruising for sex. Have you ever stopped to figure out how many horny young guys harbour secret lifeguard fantasies? I did some on-the-ground market research in that field, and I got myself several hot dates just by sitting a certain way on the lifeguard stand and casually scratching my inner thigh. After years of practice, I’d learned to turn my gaydar right off when I got into the pool, bringing to my swimming the same fierce level of concentration I always had done. After workouts? Well, that was another matter. Once in a while, someone would get brave and start something in the showers. More often, though, I’d get an invite to “hang out” afterwards. Some of those hangouts were individual, but some were threesomes or more. Sometimes I’d get invited to stay over, but most of these encounters were quickies, intended to “scratch the itch,” but nothing more than that. Actually, the first time I “slept over” was at my first orgy, where I fell asleep somewhere near the bottom of a pile of exhausted male bodies with dripping dicks. It was, in fact, on a sunny day at the pool (in August, before my final year) that I found myself swimming in the lane next to a devastatingly handsome young Italianate guy with a lightly furred chest, dark eyes, and glossy black curly hair. He wasn’t a member of the club, but I had seen him around the pool on occasion. After we’d finished our laps for the day, we went for a coffee, and wound up back in my apartment. I poured Carlo a beer, with another for myself, and then went into the bathroom to hang up my wet swimsuit and towel. As I was stretching up with the towel towards the shower rod, I felt two arms go around my waist and a hard body pressing against my back, with an even harder dick prodding into my crack. Truth be told, I’d been having plenty of sex but all of it was very much at the elementary level – suck it, stick it in, fuck, cum. This was actually the first time I had ever experienced the subtle thrill of feeling another man get intimate with me while we still had our clothes on. Every other time I’d been with a guy, right back to Derikk, we’d just dropped our clothes and gotten right down to it. Since we were both horny, and Carlo was plainly more experienced, it soon graduated into a first lesson in the equivalent thrill of slowly undressing another guy. It was on our second (and first planned) date that he pushed me down on my face on the bed and spread my legs apart. I knew what that meant and began mentally relaxing myself. What happened was not what I expected. I felt something warm and moist on my ass cheek and realized that Carlo was kissing my ass. I sure hadn’t asked him to do it, nor had I told him to “kiss my ass.” I’d heard that saying any number of times, but this was the first time I’d ever experienced it. The sensations that flooded through me were incredible as he made love to my cheeks, then spread them apart and slowly licked his way down to the bottom of my crack. If I’d been startled before, I now flew far past astonished as Carlo slowly, but determinedly, licked and sucked and wiggled his tongue over the tight knot of my hole until – at last – it relaxed enough for him to worm his tongue right inside me. Then, he went right to town, tonguing my hole, sliding in and out, pushing it, and twisting his tongue around to keep working on my muscle. All the while, his fingers were determinedly squeezing and massaging my cheeks as if they were two loaves of bread that he was kneading. Then he took a finger and began to slide it into me, still licking and teasing my anus with his tongue. That finger began doing incredible things inside my tight hole, twisting around and stroking me in every direction. Then, the fingertip found my prostate – and I damn near blew my load right then and there. But Carlo could read the signs to perfection. He quickly eased off and went back to sliding that finger in and out of me. Then a second finger joined the first one. Now those two digits were doing a mating dance of their own inside my hole, twirling around each other, bowing and straightening, pointing to all the degrees of the compass in the most unexpected ways. I’d never felt anything like this before, and it was all I could do to keep from yelling out loud from the ecstatic thrills he was giving me. I didn’t yell, but all the while I kept moaning and sighing and urging him to keep going. He withdrew his tongue and fingers for a minute, and then I felt the cool sensation of lube on my crack, and his lubed-up fingers sliding inside me. At last, he withdrew his fingers. I felt the bare tip of his cock pushing lightly but firmly against my hole – and I froze up. By this time, I was far from being a shrinking virgin. I’d been around the block, as the old saying goes, more than a few times. I’d fucked and been fucked by quite a few guys, but I certainly knew “what was what” when it came to safe sex and always remembered to use condoms – after all, this was 1989, and the Plague had been raging through the world’s gay communities with devastating effect for over a decade. So I told Carlo, bluntly, “No condom, no fuck.” I was actually delighted when he agreed with me, and took up a condom from my bedside table, unwrapping it, and unrolling it down his tool. It was a really great dick he had – seven inches long, nice and thick, and with a slight upturn at the tip that was guaranteed to produce maximum pleasure inside any ass. I rolled on my back, pulled my legs up, and watched, eagerly, as he placed the tip against my hole and began pushing gently into me. One of the things I liked about Carlo was that he never rushed me, never did anything I wasn’t ready to do. But on this occasion, he proved that he could be more demanding. I asked him to stop and hold still, but he insisted that I would be fine if I just breathed deeply and relaxed, letting him all the way into me. I did – and he did – and in another minute his hips were planted firmly right against my butt cheeks and his cock was giving me a fantastic sensation of fullness. It was the first time I could ever remember feeling like a man’s tool belonged inside me, not like it was an alien invader that had to be repelled. That was thanks to Carlo’s careful and thorough preparations. Lesson learned. As he began pumping his cock in and out of my ass, I found myself moving right along with him, and enjoying every minute of the experience. Carlo then gave me another lesson, disguised as a hot fuck. He started showing me, by doing them, all kinds of different positions that a top could use on a bottom. While I was enjoying the sensations of being fucked by a true expert, my busy mind was storing all this information away for future use – such as for me to use on Carlo the next time. But then I stopped my mental filing and started gasping for air as my load began mounting up to my dick. I was going to cum, and very soon. Carlo of course recognized the symptoms and bore down even more, thrusting deep inside me on each stroke until I finally choked out the words, “Gonna cum… gonna cum! And cum I did. My cock, for the first time ever, hadn’t wilted or shrivelled in the pain of penetration and now it began jolting up and down, firing big squirts of man cream up across my body and face – the first shot even hit the headboard above me. The contractions of my ass as I came did Carlo in, too, and he quickly slid out of my hole, yanked the condom off, and began jerking madly. After about 3 seconds of pounding his meat, he groaned and fired his own load across my abs, mixing with mine. He kept right on jerking until the last drops dribbled slowly out. He then collapsed on top of me, letting our combined cum glue us together as we kissed. It was the greatest fuck I’d ever had – up to that point. But it got even better. I studied many more lessons during that first meeting with Carlo, and on the numerous subsequent dates we had during the remainder of my final year. He was experienced, and I do mean experienced. Carlo tutored me through the high school levels and well into the college degree program of man-to-man sex. He taught me everything there was to know about a man’s cock, his balls, his taint, his ass, his anus, his throat, his nipples, his feet, and – well, basically everything a truly well-educated gay guy ought to know. Compared to this man’s expert and polished performance during sex, everyone else I’d fucked with seemed like a clumsy beginner. I know I did, too, before I first hooked up with Carlo, but after a few months of playing with him regularly, I began to feel like I was on my way towards becoming an expert myself. Then there was the night when I’d taken the top role, sucking a first load out of Carlo, then rimming him practically into next week, and then fucking him for close to half an hour before shooting my load onto him. I’d learned that his favourite position as bottom was to lie on his face, with me lying right on top of him, slowly working my dick in and out of his hole. I really enjoyed that close contact as well. What I noticed, as I humped him at a leisurely pace, was that I could feel his heartbeat and it was perfectly synchronized with mine. That, I felt sure, had to mean something. When I finally speeded up my fucking motions, heading for my climax, Carlo was moaning louder and longer than I’d ever heard him before. At last, I pulled my cock out of him, slid off the rubber, and began jerking it as he rolled over onto his back and looked up at me. He was gasping for air as much as I was, and I drove my finger back inside his ass and rubbed his prostate. Instantly, he came, hands-free, just as the first shot came spurting out of my cock -- and there we were, both of us blasting cum like mad all over his furry, muscular chest and abs. After we’d calmed down again, he said, “Damn, Rick, you are getting really, really good at doing me.” I felt like I’d just been handed my diploma, summa cum laude. I began hearing comments from my friends, wondering if I was taken because I never seemed to be hanging out with anyone else. I’m sure they all assumed that Carlo and I were an item because we were spending so much time together. As well as timing our pool workouts so we could swim together most days, we were hooking up several times a week, and meeting at other moments for coffee or lunch. He never seemed to treat our relationship as anything more than fuck buddies, but if I was going to be honest with myself, I would have to admit that I was seriously falling for him. Meanwhile, my year was moving to its conclusion, and it was time to think of next steps. I knew now exactly what it was I wanted to do with my life – I wanted to become a lawyer. My parents had approved of the plan, and I had applied to several law schools. I got acceptances from all of them, but I had already decided to stay right where I was at the Mainland U. school of law. Once I got my degree transcript (top-ranked in all subjects, as usual), I signed a lease on a new and bigger apartment and figured I was all set. All set, that is, except for one thing. I had now accepted that I was seriously in love with Carlo, and he seemed to like me too, judging by the amount of time he spent at my place. I never saw his place because, as he put it, “it’s so small that there are roommates and neighbours practically in your lap at all hours of the day or night.” I knew that I needed to bring the matter to a head. I finally decided to plan a big night with a first-rate dinner, enjoy some really hot sex, and then offer him the spare keys and ask him to move in with me. I told him the evening was to celebrate my graduation. I met him at one of the classiest restaurants in town, and he, like me, had dressed up in a fashion that might be best described as “cutting edge.” Certainly, some heads swivelled when we walked in, and I claimed the reservation from the host stand. We were seated at a beautiful table, right by the window with a view of the sea and the mountains. We enjoyed every minute of a marvellous, leisurely meal that lasted close to two hours. At last, we left, and walked back to my new place, which also had a sea-and-mountains view. We sat down with another glass of wine, facing the windows, and I decided to go off my agenda and just jump straight to the big question. “Carlo, I know I said tonight was a celebration of my diploma, and it was – but there’s something more. Over the last eight months, you’ve really grown into my life in a big way, and I’ve come to depend on you and to love you in a way that I’ve never felt before for anyone. Because I love you, and want to be your boyfriend, it’s time for me to ask you: do you want to move in with me?” And I held out the keys. I don’t know what I expected as a reaction. I was prepared for acceptance, rejection (although that would have hurt), even deferral. What I didn’t expect was to see his face expressing indecision. At last, Carlo spoke. “I’m sorry, Rick, but I didn’t even see that coming. I wasn’t expecting it at all. I knew that you enjoyed spending time with me, as I enjoy spending time with you, but I just didn’t pick up that you were falling in love. And I don’t know what to say.” I’d be lying if I pretended that I wasn’t disappointed. And he knew it. He went on. “I’m sorry I disappointed you. I know I did; I can see it in your face. I wish I didn’t have to do that, but I need to be honest as you’ve been honest with me. I need some time to think about this, to see where my feelings lie and where they want to lead me.” I swallowed my disappointment. “I’m okay with that. I can wait for you.” And then I stood up, and gestured him to come with me, taking a step towards the bedroom. “You still want to? After I just let you down with a thud like that?” “Of course.” We went into the bedroom, and slowly, as usual, undressed each other, caressing each area of skin as it was revealed. I was doing my best to put a world of meaning into each caress, each little pat, each touch and hold and stroke, and I’m sure he could feel it. When we were both naked, standing, holding each other close, our hard cocks pushing against each other, Carlo kissed me, then pressed his lips against my cheek, close to my ear, and whispered to me. “Show me, Rick. Show me your feelings now, all of them. Make love to me, Rick.” Since I had been thinking of doing exactly that, it was an easy request to fulfil. I swept him up in my arms, carried him to the bed, and laid him gently down, then lay down myself next to him. Over the next hour, I did my best to use all the skills I had learned during my time with him, to bring it all back to the source and lavish it all on him. I gave his cock a slow, gentle sucking which teased every one of his nerve endings (and a good many of mine, too). I stroked and caressed every inch of his beautiful, firm, rounded ass, and then covered ever inch of it with my kisses. I tongued and fingered his hole until I had him almost screaming in ecstasy, demanding that I fuck him. Finally, rubbered and lubed up, I slid gently into his hole, lying down along his back and kissing, licking, nibbling at his ear as I slowly moved my cock in and out of him. After pumping him like this for a few minutes, I pulled out, rolled him over, and looked deep into his eyes as I took him again, slowly pushing my cock all the way back into his ass. I then leaned down and began kissing him, slipping him my tongue, letting our mouths and tongues lock together in a mating dance every bit as intense as the one going on down below. As I slowly increased the speed of my fucking, the mouth action became even more intense. Finally, though, I broke free and said, “Are you nearly there, baby? I want to come right with you.” “Yes… yes… fuck me hard, fuck the cum out of me.” I leaned up on my hands and began piledriving his ass, forcing my cock deeper inside him than I’d ever gotten before with anyone. I needed to give him the best fuck I had ever given. As I pounded him, he moaned and said, “Oh, yeah… that’s it… fucking give me that cock… fuck, yes… gonna cum… gonna CUM…!” I kept pounding him, watching, mesmerized, as the first shot leapt out of his cock, landing right across his face. That was all it took. I pulled free of his hole, tore off the rubber, and let mine fly too, as I scrambled up beside him and shot my load across his pecs and his face, until he was thoroughly covered with cum. Then I fell next to him, kissing him, and licking up as much cum as I could get before swapping it with him in more wet kisses. And then we lay there, quietly, arms and legs entwined, slowly regaining our breath. At last, Carlo spoke. “Rick, I’m sorry. I was wrong. It was staring me right in the face the whole time, and I just never knew it. You were right. We do belong together. You’re what I want, what I need. Did you put those keys away again yet?” “No. They’re right here, waiting for you.” “I love you, Rick.” “And I love you, Carlo.”

[think before following links] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tecovirimat [think before following links] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smallpox_vaccine No reason for fear and panic.

I know, I have got all the vaccines I could get. I just mentioned that there was always something, which could make barebackers anxious. As I know well, the vaccine for smallpox is effective in avoiding Monkeypox

These words must also be said: bottom ≠ submissive. Yes, many are -- and I have nothing but respect for bottoms who subsume their needs completely to those of the top. Keep on keeping on, bbrothers. However, there are some of us who may enjoy many submissive aspects of bottoming, but aren't going to "stay in position" indefinitely and just "take cock until [he] cums". Yes, I will do my damndest and use all of my tricks, techniques, and autonomic smooth muscle control to earn that load, but I'm not a Fleshlight. I will never be that bossy bottom begging for a load, but I've been in situations where a top wanted a "quick pump and dump on theway to work"... Flash forward three hours later, I've been forced into more awkward positions than a Trump press secretary, trying hard to look enthusiastic as some dude incessantly humps my now-anesthetized hole while continually insisting he's "almost there". Nope.

I think, those groups within the gay community Who despise cumdumps are either of those, who are just afraid of their very own need of cumdumps, I.e. their need for sex just for the animalistic sake of it, but aren’t able to admit that out of shame … or they are just good at judging others without seeing where they themselves are at fault (e.g. those who judge a lot about others, while they themselves have a lot to hide). Either way, convinced cumdumps shouldn’t be bothered by them. For me, cumdumps like you are neither trash nor guilty pleasure. On the contrary, men like you are gems! You give tops a meaning, you support us in our deepest desire and inborn force to spread our seed wherever, whenever possible. You offer to fulfill what men like me produce our cum for. Whenever I’m horny to the core, it’s men like you who spare me the stress with looking out for a Fuck match (that rather ruins the horny mood) and help me focus coming to the point, skipping any drama and just let me be the primal raw fucker I am … it’s because of guys like you why I go home, balls drained with a stupid grin and just feeling safe within the emotional frame I belong to. I gain a lot of encouragement from that to live the man I am and the way how that boosts and effects my confidence for daily life is priceless. While I fuck random holes I just thrust and think of my own lust, and I shoot inside without caring much, The main thing is that it’s inside and not going wasted. In that moment, of course, that man is nothing but a hole for my dick to use - but I’m aware those guys are not only bare naked physically, but also expose all of their vulnerability and availability and that’s very much to offer. Very often afterwards, when I come back to my senses, I sometimes wonder if that guy is aware of how he did me a lot of good… I’ve never ever been topped, and I can only imagine apart from the lust, what effort it takes to offer your hole for a long time to any and many men. Guys like you have my highest respect. Some guys have been cumsluts since the very first time they had sex, and some needed time to become the sluts they are today. In any case such processes need overcoming of social, cultural or sometimes even internalized moral or religious ties… (I can only imagine thinking of my own process overcoming shame, anxieties and ties to finally love and live breeding anon wild around). My respects go out to those having gone through such processes in order to become the holes available for anyone. It may be easy to be a slut… But it’s not always easy to become one. From that point of view, the initial post question can also be asked the other way round: what does a cumslut think of the members of the “gay community” (whatever that may be considered as) who still haven’t overcome shame, societal or cultural ties and are still far from living out their innermost primal needs (who end up lying to themselves, cheating etc)? Spot on! Nothing else to add.

Thank you for patience horny readers. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am loving the speculation keep it coming. Chapter 7 As I stood there frozen with Troy’s hand on my little dick only my shorts and underwear between us I realised how big his hands were. I couldn’t help but imagine them manhandling me while he had his way with me. My little dick began to stir at the thought. A jolt of pain shot through my balls and up into my gut as Troy's hand firmly closed around my little dick and balls with a vise-like grip. “Did I say you could get hard faggot?” Troy shouted. “P-p-please let go” I managed to get out through the pain. Troy's hand tightened around my pathetic little cock and pain increased greatly. “Answer me faggot. Did I say you could get hard?” Troy repeated angrily. “N-n-no Sir” I managed as tears began to well in my eyes. “Now what do you say fag?” Troy asked while twisting his hand to one side causing and even sharper jolt of pain. “S-ss-ss-sorry Sir” I began to sob. “Good slut” Troy said as he released his grip on my nuts as I doubled over on the floor in pain. “Come on Troy, play nice, you don’t want him looking all red in the face for Leon do you?” Charlie interrupted. *smack* Troy’s hand firmly slapped Charlie’s ass. “That’s for assuming what Leon wants” Troy retorted. “Yes Daddy, sorry Daddy” Charlie replied immediately. The way Charlie said Daddy to Troy was completely different to how he called me Daddy. It’s strange how just a small change in tone can make a word sound. *smack* Troy’s hand slapped Charlie’s ass again even harder. “And that one's for not having your butt plug in. Let’s hope you can handle me without the warm up.” Troy said with an evil grin. “Yes Sir, sorry Sir” Charlie replied, knowing his place. “Now you know I don’t like to hurt you baby girl but how else will you learn?” Troy said, almost sounding cutesy with Charlie. “Yes Daddy I know, I’m so grateful you have such patience with me” Charlie said, sounding full of love for Troy. From the outside their relationship seemed unhealthy but I couldn’t help but wish it was me, it seemed so comforting. I laid there on the floor cupping my balls which still ached. Troy threw Charlie down on the couch. Charlie instinctively removed his shorts. Troy removed his singlet revealing this chiseled body, honestly it was beautiful, I don’t think I’d seen such a fit body in the flesh. Around his belly button he had a biohazard tattoo, it looked pretty cool on him. He then dropped his shorts revealing a black jockstrap that could barely contain his cock which was now clearly hard. He hooked his thumbs under the band of his jockstrap releasing his thick veiny monster of a cock. It was the thickest cock out of him, Leon and Jack, easily. He was uncut with a huge pink bell shaped head. His cock was about as long as Leon’s maybe a little bigger, but certainly more terrifying a prospect due to the girth. Charlie had laid down on the couch hooking his arms under his knees presenting his ass to the world. I could see his hole was tightening and relaxing, almost like it was begging to be fucked. Troy leaned down with his jock in hand and shoved it into my mouth. “Gotta keep you gagged fag. Don’t want your whimpers ruining my fuck. You keep these in until I say so. Understood faggot?” Troy barked at me. “Yes Sir” I said muffled through the jock as I nodded, tears falling from my eyes. “Good faggot” he said with a smirk smacking me lightly on the cheek. His jock tasted strongly of sweat and precum. Honestly I couldn’t get enough of the taste and smell as I gently chewed it in my mouth. I tried to hide my growing boner so as not to risk any more punishment. “Now had you been good baby girl and worn your plug as instructed you’d already be lubed up. All we have is spit now” Troy barked, spitting into his hand and rubbing it up and down his thick throbbing cock, ignoring the bottle of lube that was sitting on the coffee table. “Yes Daddy, please be gentle, I’m really sorry, swear” Charlie said in a soft submissive voice but in a way that made it seem like he’d planned for this all along. Troy spat on Charlie’s pink little hole and and began to rub it in. “You see faggot, inferior subs like you and Charlie need to be taught your place in the world one way or another” he said turning his head towards me and flashing a menacing grin. “Yes Sir” I said, muffled through his intoxicating jock nodding my head. I didn’t even think twice in responding. I could just feel within me that I had to, that it felt right. Without warning Troy pressed the large bell shaped head of his superior cock into Charlie’s hole. What from the outside appeared to be an impossibly tight pussy seemed to easily open up and accept Troy’s thick coke can cock. Charlie yelped a little as Troy continued to push his cock deep inside his willing hole. Charlie was moaning as Troy worked his cock in and out of faggot hole pushing deeper with each thrust. “I need it Daddy. I need to feel your Superior Alpha Cock destroy my sissy hole” Charlie whined with his closed, biting his bottom lip after. “You see Daddy fag, inferior sissies like my baby girl Charlie here need to feel a real cock deep inside them. They are addicted, hard wired since birth to require cock on a daily basis to satisfy their base needs and make them whole” Troy said making eye contact with me like he was bestowing ancient wisdom on to me. “Yes Sir” I nodded again through the jock. My hole began to twitch hearing his words. Troy shifted his focus back to Charlie as he was now balls deep in his ass. “Now baby girl, let's hope you don’t forget your plug next time” Troy grunted. “Yes Sir” Charlie whimpered. *smack* Troy’s hand had come down quickly and slapped Charlie hard across the face. “I’ll tell you when I want to hear your faggy voice sissy” Troy laughed before spitting in Charlie’s face. Charlie opened his mouth and Troy snorted through the back of his nose and spat a big phlegmy wad right to the back of his throat. Charlie devoured the spit like it was his last meal. Troy started to pick up the pace as his cock went from tip to base and back again in long full strokes fucking Charlie’s desperate pussy. His grunts overwhelming Charlie’s high pitched yelps. Without even thinking I had slipped my hand down the back of my shorts and had begun lightly circling my hole. Without spit or lube I still felt an overwhelming desire to finger myself. Troy was now jackhammering Charlie’s ass in full strokes tip and base, it was the fastest I’d seen anyone fuck a fag, even in porn. Troy was incredibly rough and Charlie seemed to be loving it. I had managed to slip the tip of my finger into my hole, it hurt a little without lube but the pain felt so good almost like I needed the pain. Troy began to slow down slowly pulling his cock completely out of Charlie’s hole, it gaped wide as the cock head popped out. “Tighten!” Troy commanded. Charlie clenched his hole as Troy plunged his straight back in almost ripping open Charlie’s little hole. This continued with Troy making Charlie clench his gaping hole so he could continue to invade it. I couldn’t help but notice Charlie’s caged cock leaking while still appearing soft. My cock pathetic prick was now rock hard a full 3 inches and leaking like crazy as I now had a full finger in my ass. I couldn’t reach my prostate but it still felt amazing as I tried to work a second finger in. Troy pulled his cock out one more time revealing Charlie’s quivering well fucked hole. “Flip sissy” Troy ordered. Without hesitation Charlie flipped over onto his stomach, one leg dangling off the couch the other bent up beside his body. Troy wasted no time to plunge deep into Charlie’s fag hole. Both hands gripping his waist above his bubble butt. Charlie looked at me smiling as tears welled in his eyes. I don’t think they were tears of pain but tears of happiness. Charlie was in his natural place and loved it. As Troy picked up the pace of his relentless fucking he placed his foot on the side of Charlie’s face and pushed it into him hard. Charlie yelped out in pain and lust. I was now three fingers deep in my hole furiously fucking and spreading my hole open desperate to have it filled. Charlie reached out with his hand and I grabbed it with my free hand. The way he held it was not for support but in a way that felt like he wanted me to share in this moment. His eyes rolled back in his head as Troy forcefully fucked him. “Are you ready baby girl? Ready for Daddy’s toxic load to recharge you?” Troy grunted. “Please Daddy!” Charlie moaned his eyes rolling back in his head. *thump* Troy picked his foot up and kicked it into Charlie’s head. “What did I say about speaking fag?” Troy said gleefully. It was like Charlie knew what would happen and wanted it. And toxic? Troy was poz? Is everyone poz in this house I thought to myself. Troy was now grunting as he fucked Charlie with long fast strokes. “Here it comes sissy. Take Daddy’s toxic gift” Troy moaned as he bucked 8 or 9 times into Charlie’s hole filling him with his hot poz cum. He immediately stood up and came right up in front of me pulling the jock out of my mouth. It was great to breathe properly again but I missed his taste. “Clean this off faggot” he commanded waving his cock in my face. I just nodded, not wanting to be slapped like Charlie was. I dove onto his thick veiny cock hungrily, pull my fingers out of my ass as I did. It had been less than 24 hours since I last had cock in my mouth but I had missed it and I felt fulfilled trying to take as much of his monster cock into my mouth. “Don’t bite off more than you can chew fag. An untrained slut like you won’t be able to take much of my Superior Cock. Just lick it off and get it clean” Troy laughed. I did as I was told and cleaned the mix of salty sweet cum and Charlie’s ass juice of Troy's intimidating cock. As I did Charlie was cleaning his own cum off the couch with his mouth. Troy must have fucked the cum out of him. Troy pushed me off his cock and grabbed an energy drink from his bag. Charlie came over to me and grabbed the back of my head pulling me into an intimate kiss. As he opened my mouth with his tongue he pushed his cum into my mouth and licked the inside of my mouth to take some of Troy’s into his. I greedily reciprocated as the cum mixed in our mouths. “Hungry fags” Troy smirked as he downed the rest of his drink. He was still rock hard and his cock seemed to be throbbing. “I am so happy you could share that with me. Sister” Charlie said gently, breaking off our kiss. He threw the empty bottle on the ground and walked over to us pulling us apart. “That’s enough faggots, now its your turn Daddy fag” Troy said with an evil look in his eyes. He pushed my body onto the couch and dropped to his knees landing in the back of mine, I let out a yell of incredible pain. “Spit sissy” Troy barked at Charlie as he spread my ass cheeks. Charlie spat what was left of the cum in his mouth onto my hungry aching hole. No way could I take someone as big as Troy even with the cocks I had taken yesterday. I could feel the head of his cock slapping against my hole and then a small amount of pressure. At that moment the front door opened. I turned my head to see Leon and Jack walkthrough. Leon’s wide grinning face turned to anger. “What the fuck's going on Troy?” Leon yelled. Immediately Troy leapt up from his position behind me and stood in front of Leon and Jack. to be continued....

Part 4 I collapsed into the plastic green chair, it’s smooth surface cold against my skin. I was still breathing heavy and stretched my sore legs. There was porn playing on the screen, but I only half watched. My mind was reeling from the encounter I’d just had. I’d never been fucked like that — I kinda felt like a porn star for a little while. It had been work to hold that position, and my ass had taken an amazing pounding. I’d been fucked before, but not like that. I sat there pulling myself together. Exhausted. But still horny. How could I be horny after that? My cock was standing up straight, and I absently tugged at it thinking about what just happened. I had another stranger’s load in me. Why did I let that happening was t safe. I know nothing about him. Was he poz? What if he was? What had I done? I need to go. This place isn’t good for me. My mind was racing nearly as fast as my heart was. The thought of my bare feet on the sticky floor was suddenly repulsive, and I couldn’t even think about what stuff from the floor was now sticking to my arms and legs after being fucked down there. I stretched my leg out and grab one flip flop with my foot, sliding it closer. Then I pulled the second one closer, slipped into them and stood up. I teetered a bit, lightheaded from the pounding I’d just taken. My cock twitched at the thought. The porn caught my eye. Three guys fucking on screen. I should be done here, but damn these guys were hot. My cock twitched again and I started to stroke myself slowly. I hadn’t cum, and I was starting to feel horny again. Watching the video, I didn’t catch the sound right away. Finally it registered. Tapping. I looked around, confused by what I was hearing. And then I saw the window to my left. I had forgotten about the windows between booths. Through the window I could see a beautiful cock, thick and hard, being stroked. It was pointing at me. Fuck! Was that screen open the entire time? Had he seen what just happened? A cold chill ran through me. I need to leave. NOW! My body didn’t budge. Instead my hand kept stroking my cock. And through the window, he was doing the same. Who was that? I bent over to try to get a look at his face. It was hard to make out from the harsh angle and dim lighting, but I suddenly recognized the shirt. This was the guy I had walked by a couple times earlier, the one who didn’t even look up at me. But now I had his attention. He was standing, facing the window, stroking for me to see his big cock. And it was really hot looking. My horniness intensified. He sat down again, bending forward so his face appeared in the upper half of the window. He was giving my body a hard look. I felt very exposed, still naked, my athletic physique on display. It was weird to be looked at like this, but I also felt very sexy all of a sudden. I looked back the video, which had changed over. The guy in the video was stroking himself, running one hand over his body for the camera. I started to do the same. I looked back toward the window; he was staring intently at me. I stroked my cock slowly, letting him see its length, and I ran the other hand over my chest. Fuck, my pecs were hard and felt really good. I felt sexy. He tapped the window again and this his hand motioned me to come closer. Does he want me? I didn’t move from the spot I was standing in. I couldn’t. But I also didn’t stop stroking for him. He didn’t motion again right away, but after a minute he did, this time tapping his cock against the glass. This time my body moved a bit closer. I looked back the video. The model was still stroking, but now he was sitting in a chair, lifting his legs and fingering his hole. I’d never seen anyone do that. There was something very hot about that. I had a sudden urge, but I hesitated. I looked back at the real cock on the other side of the glass. Without thinking, I turned around and showed him my ass. I only last a few seconds before I got nervous and turned around again. His hand was motioning me to come closer, and I stepped up to the window, the glass the only thing keeping our cocks from touching. Everything happened very quickly from there. His cock disappeared from the window. I leaned down and saw him putting it inside his pants, zipping up. Had he shot his load? Looked like he was leaving. I was disappointed and kinda angry he was leaving. But then my door opened and he stepped inside. He was like a boulder rolling into the room, confident energy that nothing was going to stop him. His shirt was unbuttoned, and he pulled out his cock, waggling it for me to see. He was rock hard. I dropped to my knees right then and there. I went right down on him, showing my inexperience with a cock this size, but he didn’t mind. He just growled happily. “That’s it, boy. That’s what you wanted. Suck daddy’s cock.” I worked the head of his cock, not certain how much I could take. He would push his cock forward, but I would back up to avoid having it go deeper than I could handle. His hand wrapped around the back of my head, pushing me onto his dick as he thrust forward. My face was buried in his pubes; I gagged, but he didn’t care. He held my head there, his cock choking me. I sputtered and tried to breathe but couldn’t. “That’s it, boy. Relax your throat. Relax it.” Then he released me. I gasped for breath, but he was back in my mouth again, both hands grabbing the sides of my head, and he began to fuck my mouth. No one had ever done this. I was overwhelmed and mindlessly captivated at the same time. “There you go, boy. Get that big cock nice and slippery.” I grasped the base of his cock so he wouldn’t force it all into my mouth again. I started working his head and first few inches of his shaft with my mouth. It was sloppy, but he was growling with satisfaction. He reached down and touched my hole, his fingers roughly probing. “Nice,” he growled. “He did put his load in there. I didn’t expect that from you, boy.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth and started tucking it away again. “Let’s go down the hall.” I awkwardly stood up; he didn’t offer to help me. I started to follow him out of the room, still naked. “You should put your shorts on. Things are fairly open here, but there are still cameras around.” I slipped on my shorts and tank top, then followed him down the hallway, turned the corner, and turned again into the furthest hallways. I hadn’t been back here yet. There were a couple guys hanging in the hallway, but fewer rooms. He lead me to the very end. We stepped into a dark booth at the end of the hall. It was much larger than the others I’d seen. There was only a long bench and a small TV hanging in the corner. The bench was just plywood covered with carpet. He closed the door. He roughly stripped me again. Then pulled his pants down past his knees, his shirt still hanging open. I noticed a tattoo on his left hand pec. It looked familiar, a kind of swirl design. I wondered if it was an Asian symbol, but that didn’t seem right. I’d seen it before, but couldn’t place it. He spun me around, then pushed me into a kneeling position on the bench. I felt like an action figure being posed and played with. He was behind me, and then I felt his tongue start to probe my hole.. He growled again as he spread my ass open, and his tongue went deeper. “Fuck, boy. There’s a full load in there. Tastes toxic. Was he toxic?” I wasn’t sure what he was was asking. “I don’t know.” He growled. “You didn’t ask?” “I don’t think we talked.” “You’re full of surprises. I thought you were some uptight preppy Twink when I first saw you. I don’t have time for that bullshit. But turns out you’re a hot little pig boy.” I wasn’t sure what to think about what he was saying. I didn’t totally get it. And being called a pig wasn’t really something that was turning me on. But the his tongue went back into my hole, probing it, sending electric shocks through my body. I let out a moan. He slapped my ass. “Fucking hot boy. Fucking hot body. Wanting more cock. You ready for more cock, boy?”Nerves suddenly froze any response I was going to give. “Tell me, boy. Tell me you want daddy’s cock.” He slapped my ass. That snapped my nervousness and I yelped. His fingers massaged my hole, and I automatically started grinding back against them, hoping they would slide inside me. I felt cold glass under my nose; “Inhale. That’s it. Take another hit of the poppers like a good pig boy. I did as I was told. My body filled with at that amazing rush of heat, and felt my heart banging inside me. He grabbed my short ginger-blonde hair and pulled my head up. “Tell daddy what you want. Tell me you want my toxic cock inside your hot fucking body.” My body was aching for it. I lifted my ass up higher in the air for him to see. I felt like my body looked hot. He slapped his cock against my ass and my head exploded. “Please, daddy,” I panted desperately. “Please I want your toxic cock.”

I love seeing little cum addicted sluts locked in a cage while I fuck my unborn kids in it's daycare center pussy

the following is a fictional multi-part story 1.1. Martin If I were to define a moment in my life that changed the direction in which it would take, it would have to be when I blurted out to my parents that I liked guys more than girls at the tender age of ten. I hadn't actually done anything with a guy, but the reaction of my parents to my words forced me into a deep and dark closet. I had just graduated high school a week ago, just two weeks after my 18th birthday, and four weeks before my mission would commence, I was from a small suburb in New Mexico and was scheduled to go spread the word in a small Chilean region just three weeks from now. I was terrified of the prospect and just a little tired of the hypocrisy of the church and the verbal abuse I received secretly on a daily basis from my parents. They would routinely make homophobic comments not really knowing or caring that they were hurtful. When I made my above mentions blurb 8 years prior they took it as just a phase, a lack of maturity, I retreated into my own feelings and became an over achiever excelling in sports and almost gaining valedictorian of my graduating class. I played football and baseball in high school and swam for recreation during the summers, at 5’11” and weighing in at 155 soaking wet I had about 2% body fat and a double six pack for abs, a 29 inch waist and 41 inch chest. I had auburn hair and green eyes which my mother described as piercing; I had achieved Eagle Scout and was a leader in the community, like I said a deep dark closet. I held an after school job and did volunteered in the community. Six months ago while preparing to go on my mission I found out some things about some of the ward elders who helped train missionaries, preparing them for the field. The hypocrisy of the churches anti-gay stance, while behind closed door were sodomizing young men to train them in the art of love making so they would abstain from sex during the year they were on their missions. Allowing or forcing missionaries to commit homosexual acts on them, a week or two before beginning their missions. I was not thrilled about my trainer, and had no intention of letting him to touch me before sending me off. I also had it with my parents constant reminder of not accepting me for who I was, I had had enough and began planning my escape. I had been making money for myself starting at the early age of 9, a paper route, cutting lawns, dog sitting, pet services, and babysitting beginning shortly after I turned 12. I had a savings account which had a substantial sum in it and my parents wanting me to know how to handle and invest money had allowed me access to my school fund when I was 14. I had manipulated the investment fund with a healthy profit. Financially I could put my plan in motion the day after my birthday. I would transfer the money from my savings account into a checking account that I could access with a debit card from where ever I ended up, I also made arrangements to transfer money out of my school account to the checking account making it look like a tuition payment. Oh did I mention I had been accepted to a prestigious university in a western state scheduled to start the fall after my mission concluded, I also kept it from my parents that I had obtained a full ride scholarship so the money in my school fund wouldn't actually be needed unless I screwed up royally. Since the church had scheduled me to participate in a foreign mission they provided me a year ago with my fellow missionaries contact information so we could start the bonding process that would allow us to be successful in a foreign land. I had chatted with 2 out of the three on a regular basis and had brief conversations with the third. William was the most compatible to me and we texted and messaged each other almost daily if not more. During the year I also found out that William was also in a deep dark closet in a suburb of Flagstaff. He had confided in me about 6 months ago that he wanted to have sex with guys, he was just turned 18 at the time and we began an online relationship, which only got steamier as I approached my 18th birthday, and had turned downright nasty in the last three weeks. As neither Williams nor my parents were very computer savvy we each set up secret e-mail accounts accessible through hidden profiles on our laptops, not wanting our parents to accidentally stumble upon our secret lives or our relationship. With just a few weeks to my birthday I had convinced William to go camping with me near four corners, a couple weeks before our mission was to begin. I told my parents I would be going camping with a friend before heading to my mission and they continued to think that their butch straight son was going to have fun before going to spread the word. I was all packed the night before, my camping gear, and my clothes I would need to pull off my plan. The morning of, I shoved my laptop in my backpack along with several items I would need to access my accounts and erase my trail in the near future. I stuffed my sexy undies into my backpack and in case anyone started snooping around I placed my missionary clothes on top. I sent a text to William, and left a note for my parents, I left the house in the early morning hours while my family slept. As I turned to look back upon my prison of 18 years I saw a small figure in the window waving to me, my little sister waving goodbye. I walked the 2 miles to the bus station with my backpack slung on my back and my duffle bag slung on my shoulder. I purchased my ticket to phoenix with cash, and then proceeded to board the bus shortly after, giving my duffle bag to the driver to stow beneath the buss in the cargo hold. I took a seat near the back of the bus and stared out the window. Setting my backpack on the seat between me and the window, the bus was mostly empty but there were a few older passengers who sat near the front and middle sections of the coach. About an hour after we pulled out the bus made a stop to pick up more passengers, several older passengers and two young guys of around 19 or 20ish. My cock began to stiffen when I saw the guys begin to traverse towards the back of the bus, the stopped and nodded at me before taking the seat one row back on the other side of the coach. Since the seats are staggered a bit I could look across and see their seats from my vantage point, with just a little effort. As the bus pulled out and the passengers up front settled down I looked back and saw them kissing and fondling each other, since there wasn't anyone else in this section of the bus, I pulled out my cock and began to wank, watching as the two boys fooled around across the aisle. I think one of them saw me watching and wanking because they got up and walked to the very back of the bus to the bench seat just two rows back gesturing to me to follow. I shoved my boner back in my pants and went to the back of the bus. The older and taller one pushed me into the corner then pulled my pants down around my ankles. The younger one then began sucking on my hard cock, and the older one began kissing and making out with me while playing with my nipples. The double stimulation was too much for me and within five minutes I was rewarding the young man who had my cock down his throat with several strong blast of young spunk. He held them in his mouth the shared them with me and his boyfriend through deep kisses and saliva/cum exchanges. It was the first time I had ever been with a guy and the first time I had ever shot without jerking off myself. I sat with my pants down around my ankles as the other two continued to play, the older one using my cum to lube the younger's hole before sliding in bare, the younger one was riding his man’s cock while seated on his lap so I leaned over and took his rod in my mouth trying to return the favor and giving my first blow job. I slid down to the floor and in between their legs to get a better angle, working the boys cock deeper into my throat, I gagged a little and the boy just pushed his cock deeper. With a grunt the older one spewed into the younger’s hole causing him to fire into my mouth, I took and savored every last drop then shared it with my new friends. I returned to my seat and them theirs just as the bus pulled into its next stop. It was getting to mid-day and the driver announced there would be a 45 minute layover. I picked up my backpack and went into the diner attached to the bus station as I was getting hungry and still had a long trip ahead of me, I ordered a burger and fries and sat in a booth in the far corner. I pulled out my laptop and logged into my hidden account, checking my E-mails to see if William was still on board for the trip. He had messaged that he would be taking the 3:30 bus and would arrive in phoenix a little later than I would but would meet up there. He also sent a webcam still of his hot body, naked of course and fully erect. I closed the e-mail quickly not wanting anyone to casually see what was on the screen. I logged out and logged back into my normal account, e-mailing my parents that I was OK and almost to my camping destination. I shut down the laptop and slid it back into my backpack. I finished up my burger and headed to the restroom before board the bus again. As I entered the rest room the air freshener did little to mask the odor of the place, I walked quickly to the stall and squatted onto the seat, I noticed the shoes of my two fellow travelers in the next stall so after I finished my business and did my paper work I lingered a bit and spied through the crack in the door of the next stall. I figured they were having sex again and wanted to watch. They however were not having sex but passing a pipe between them. The thick white smoke being shot gunned between them until it was almost clear, they saw me peeking and unlatched the door and invited me into the handicap stall, they offered me a hit and I politely refused being the good church boy I was. I wanted to be bad so much, bob the younger one torched the bowl and as the smoke began to form in the bowl sucked in the vapor, then turned to me and thinking he was going to kiss me I leaned forward as he shot gunned the smoke into my lungs, he then had me turn to Sam the older one and exhale into his mouth and lungs. Sam repeated the process in reverse then put the pipe away and exclaimed we better get back to the bus. I took my seat on the bus although I sat a couple rows back as someone had commandeered my original. I now sat a half a row back from Bob and Sam and one row forward of the back seat. Just before the bus pulled out a gent of mid-thirties entered the bus and walked all the way to the rear seat. I figured there would be no playing the rest of the trip unless he got off somewhere in between. I was feeling really horny and didn't know why, not connecting it to the smoke I had inhaled from my two new friends.

Okay, another long build-up...but I think it's worth it! Chapter 6 The first one through the door was Father Scorpion, and he didn’t look pleased. At least he was wearing street clothes, a navy polo, jeans and work boots, and not that dopey robe. He was followed by what looked to be the rest of the frat minus Aaron and Ike. “Prefect, what is this I hear? The Novice hasn’t been continuously bred starting at first light, according to our customs. We must ensure that the conversion takes hold. And you sent one of your Brothers out to buy the newest member something to eat? Explain yourself!” he demanded. I felt Mike tense, and his dick started to soften inside of me. Before he could even take a breath, I fired back at Daddy Scorpio. “Do you mind? Have you ever heard of knocking?!?” Just as it happened during my initiation, the room went silent. Mike gasped, and went completely still. “How dare you address me that way! You aren’t even officially of the brotherhood yet. You will be punished…” “How?” I said contemptuously. All my anger was now directed at him. It wasn’t Mike’s fault, not really, not anyone who’d been infected and somehow imprisoned by this lunatic. “I can make your life very difficult,” he said with heavy emphasis on each word. “Oh, really?” I answered. “Darr, please don’t…” “Don’t shush me, Mike. This is between me and ‘The Father,’” I said making the quote marks around the title audible. I returned to my offensive. “So what are you going to do to me? Drug me, tie me up and have twenty-one guys rape me? Oops, you already did that.” I heard gasps and suppressed laughter from the others; Father Scorpion looked as if he was going to have an apoplexy. “Or maybe you’ll infect me with an incurable illness? Oops, did that too. So what’s left?” “You will obey me,” he snarled. “You aren’t going anywhere, and once the infection takes hold, I’ll be holding the keys to the medicine that will keep you alive.” “What are you talking about? I’m covered by my parent’s health insurance, I don’t need you,” I said, putting every ounce of contempt I could muster in the last word. He laughed. “What will you tell your parents? That you’re gay and infected with HIV?” “Yeah. They know I’m gay. And I’ll tell them the whole story.” “It’ll be your word against mine,” the Father said ominously. “There will be no proof, and none of my loyal sons will step forward and corroborate your version of events. In fact, they’ll all say how you threw yourself at Mike, even though he tried to discourage you.” “I’m up for it if you are. By the way, my dad is a top litigation partner in one of the largest law firms in the country. Even if there’s not enough evidence for a criminal case, he’ll sue the pants off you and this university. And don’t be so sure that no one else will back me up.” His eyes widened at that one. “And you can’t have me expelled from your little club or the university, because I know too much. So here’s the deal, Daddy Scorpio. I have nothing left to lose, and I have you to thank for it. Back off, old man, before I pull the plug on you.” The Father was clearly seething. “You will pay for this.” “Yeah, right. ‘Begone before someone drops a house on you!’” He turned a stalked out of the room; a few of the guys who’d come with him followed, the rest stayed, looking shocked. “Where did that come from?” Mike asked, incredulous. “What do you mean?” “No one has ever spoken to him like that,” said Aiden, one of the Acolytes. “Why not? What is it? Can’t you all see he’s nothing but a pathetic, petty little tyrant?” “He does give us the meds, Darr,” said Mike. Something wasn’t making sense to me. “He’s not the only one who has access.” “Yeah, but not all of us are the children of highly-paid professionals. Some depend on scholarships and work study programs to get by. It’s hard to pay for expensive prescriptions on top of everything else. And some of us,” he gulped, “can’t tell our families. My dad and mom would go ballistic. My entire family is born-again Christians. On both sides.” I was finally beginning to understand The Father’s hold on these guys. “He withholds the meds as punishment, and has us take a drug holiday every year when new freshman are pledging so that our viral loads go up and we can pass along the virus more easily,” Mike finished. I was suddenly afraid, not for myself, but for the others who were vulnerable in ways I hadn’t even considered. He couldn’t do much to me, really, but what if he hurt someone…like Mike. What have I done? His erection had completely subsided, and his dick slipped out of me. I felt the emptiness keenly. “We need to have a meeting,” Mike said, and started to pull on his clothes. “I’m sorry, Mike. I didn’t know,” I said, pleading with him. “Yeah, I know,” he said with a grimace. He grinned weakly. “It was great to watch you in action.” He started for the door, then stopped and said, “Someone has to stay here with him. I wouldn’t put it past The Father to arrange a convenient accident.” “When are you coming back?” I said, anguished at the worry I’d caused. He gave me another ghostly grin. “Can’t stand to be away from me for a minute? I’ll be back. Carlos, lock the door and stay with him. You can use those biceps for something other than hoisting barbells or passing a football. I’ll fill you in later.” Everyone filed out after him, except Carlos, who locked the door as Mike had ordered. I recognized him as the Latino guy with the huge dick and lousy hygiene. There was an awkward silence. “Hey, man, you were great,” Carlos said. “Thanks,” I answered glumly. “I didn’t mean to make everybody’s life harder.” He sat next to me, and took my hand. “Don’t back down. I been here four years, the same as Mike, and I’ve never seen The Father like that. I think you shook him up pretty bad.” “Mike?” “No, The Father.” “Does he have an actual name? Who is this guy?” “Ron Zetcher. He’s the football coach, but he’s got his fingers in everything here. A lot of us are on football scholarships, and the team is the main thing here. It’s all tied up with fundraising for the University, so he ends up with a lot of clout.” There was a tap at the door. Carlos stood, moving to shield me from a possible threat. “Who is it?” he asked suspiciously. “Aaron. I’ve got Darren’s food.” I hadn’t realized how tense I was until I heard a friendly voice. Carlos unlocked the door. “Honey, what did you do!!?” Aaron exclaimed as he handed me a bag with the food I’d asked for. Too bad I wasn’t hungry anymore. “Everyone said you scared off The Father.” “Yeah, I guess I did.” Aaron laughed, “I’m sorry I missed it. You have to give me your version later, I better get back downstairs.” He turned to leave, and then said over his shoulder, “And Carlos, behave yourself.” Carlos grinned, and re-locked the door. “You should eat,” he said. “I’m not hungry.” “Yeah, but you were cleaned out completely while you were under, so we could all fuck you. You gotta replenish yourself, guy, or you’ll get sick.” “I’m already sick, remember?” And then it all hit me. I was more or less imprisoned here, and had likely made things impossible for the guy I was hoping would get me out in time to get the medicine that would save me. I started to cry. “Hey, hey, hey,” Carlos said, sitting next to me again, and hugging me. “It’s gonna be all right, you’ll see. Between you and Mike and everybody else, I know we’ll figure out something.” “I’m so scared,” I sniffled into his tight, clingy t-shirt. “What’s going to happen to me? How is it having HIV, is it really hard?” “It’s not the greatest thing, but you get used to it. The meds they got will take care of it. And you’re strong, you’ll be okay.” I gave a last few sniffles. “Is there any tissue? I don’t want to use your shirt as a handkerchief.” He looked around, found a box of Kleenex in the closet, and handed it to me. I dried my eyes, and lay back down. “Oh, baby, don’t look like that,” Carlos said, stretching out next to me, kissing me on the forehead and putting a beefy arm across me, propping himself on his elbow. “Look like what?” “Like your life is over. There’s great things about being poz. You can relax and have sex without worrying about it anymore. I mean, you could still pick up the clap or something, but if you go with the right guys, ones who take care of themselves, it’s great.” I was suddenly aware of his body, the way the t-shirt clung to his shoulders and chest, the warmth that radiated off of him. Our eyes met, and my lips felt dry, so I licked them. “I think I’m hungry now,” I said. He grinned wolfishly. “Me, too,” and lowered his head and kissed me on the mouth. I found myself helpless to do anything but kiss him back. The bitch in heat thing was still with me in force. He shifted to lie on top of me, with nothing but his soft, skin-tight t-shirt, loose linen drawstring pants and the sheet between us. I could feel his monstrous dick starting to stir as he intensified the kiss. “Oh, baby,” he said, and started kissing my neck. “I’m so sorry about last night. We were trying to make it look like we weren’t with Mike.” I gasped and shivered, but still asked “Why?” Carlos pulled away and smiled down at me. “We were planning a coup, gonna take over the frat. Looks like you jumpstarted it. But forget that now. I want to show it’s not just my buddy Miguelito who knows how to make love. We Latins are the best.” I mustered a weak smile. “Didn’t Aaron say to behave?” “Ah, forget him,” he said, and went back to kissing my neck and shoulders, pinning me in place with his heavy, muscular body. I twisted and writhed under him. He certainly knew how to zero in on my hotspots. “You are a fidgety little thing,” he said, teasing me. “Hold still,” and then he went back to kissing my neck, and followed my jaw line to my left ear. He began to lick my ear, and then closed his mouth over it and used his lips along with his tongue. I groaned, and felt him push my legs apart…or did I open them, and push closer to him? I wasn’t sure who was doing what to whom anymore. “Yeah, baby, this is what you need, a man to make love to you. Don’t worry about anything, you’ll be safe as long as I’m around. I won’t let anybody hurt you,” he whispered, and then switched to kissing and licking the right ear. “Carlos, oh, God…” “What, baby?” It tore out of me. “Fuck me again. I want your hot poz cum inside of me, I want that monster dick of yours to rip me to pieces.” “My plan exactly,” he said, and kissed me on the mouth. My arms were around his neck; his skin was completely smooth and soft underneath my fingers. I worked my arms down his back, and felt his butt which was just as muscular as the rest of him. “Oh, yeah, baby, that’s it. Play with my butt.” He began to rub against me, and I could feel his hardening dick against my own. “It really turns me on.” We kissed for a little longer, and then he was pinning my arms to the bed, and rising to his knees above me. He pulled off his t-shirt, and I must have goggled at his bulging pecs and arms, along with his perfectly flat gut. And his body was hairless; somehow I hadn’t noticed during the initiation. He looked down, smiled and then flexed for me. “Like my body?” “It’s a work of art,” I said, trying to sit up. “Just lay back, baby. Follow my lead.” He moved forward, and pressed his crotch against my face. “Sniff out that crotch, boy. Yeah, that’s it. I got all showered and cleaned up just for you,” he said, pulling my head against his hardening dick, trapped by his underwear. “Inhale, let me hear it.” I did as he asked, feeling extremely excited by his easy, natural dominance. “Yeah, now kiss it for me. Kiss my cock, oh, baby, go for the balls, that’s it.” I was under him, my head between his thighs; His scent was strong and clean, like freshly cut wood. Wood being the operative word. Then he was turning around to push his butt in my face. He had a huge body-builder’s butt, one that could rival Rafael Nadal’s justly famous backside. “Yeah, bury your face in my ass, boy. Worship that man’s butt, get your nose right in the crack.” I did as he asked. “Oh,” he groaned, “that feels so good. Now kiss it. Let me hear you kiss it.” He was pulling down his thin linen pants to reveal a pair of tighty whities that stretched over his muscular ass, and then pushed his ass crack back over my nose. “Like that, baby? How’s it smell? That’s how a man’s ass should smell. Kiss it for me. Lick it, let me feel your tongue in my crack.” I had never been so turned on by anyone outside of Mike. With him, it was more…gentle, less frantic. But for now I was completely caught up in this moment, servicing this hot muscle hunk. Carlos pulled down his underwear, now completely naked. He slowly spread his ass cheeks so I could see his ass hole. “You know what I want. First you sniff it,” I did as he said and he pushed hard against me; I could feel precum leaking off his dick onto my chest. “Now kiss it…yeah, just like that, little kisses…don’t stop till I say so.” He moaned with pleasure. “Lick it, eat it, taste your man.” His dick was now dribbling continuously, and he turned around and brought his dick to my lips. “Just kiss it, don’t suck, or I’ll cum, and I want to save it for that sweet little ass of yours.” I delicately applied my lips to the front of his massive meat; I couldn’t have gotten it in my mouth anyway. My jaws weren’t double-jointed. I began to slip my tongue between my lips as I kissed his swollen shaft, and his hips bucked. “Gotta do it now, gotta fuck you hard.” He pulled my legs over his shoulders and pushed against my still-lubed ass, slipping in without too much trouble. He pressed my thighs to my chest, kissed me feverishly. I was completely pinned in place, unable to move, and not really wanting to. “I love fucking an ass that’s full of cum,” he said as he began to pump in and out. “And I can taste my ass on your lips, smell it on your face. It gets me really hot,” he said in a low voice. He was hitting my hotspot with his huge dick, massaging it with each powerful thrust. He was so big and thick, the pressure was constant, and my dick began to leak precum. “Yeah, you like it baby, don’t you, you like being used by a man. And your sweet little butt was made just for my big Latino cock to fuck.” “No,” I gasped, “your big cock was made for my butt,” and I pushed my hips towards him as he hammered his dick into me, and I reached around to toy with his big balls, tickling right where his ball sac met his body, and down at the bottom, right on his testicles. I could feel him losing control at that light touch. “Here it comes,” he said panting, his thrusts going wild, his balls slapping against me. “Cum with me, shoot your load while I fill you with my dirty leche,” he said. That was it for both of us. I began to shoot another load – it was like I was always ready to go now. Carlos had pushed his entire dick inside me, his back arched, and he was groaning and speaking in Spanish, thrusting against me as his balls emptied inside of me. He collapsed on top of me, and kissed me deeply. “You are one hot little piece,” he said. “Miguelito is a lucky son of a bitch.” I could only wonder if Mike would agree with him. Glad to help relieve your...tensions!

As promised, here's some of the good stuff. Plan for more to come...pun intended. ______________________________________________________________________ Chapter 2 “Sons of the Scorpion, is everything at the ready?” intoned the Leader (as I had named the older guy in my head). I did my best not to giggle (talk about inappropriate laughter) at his oratorical tone as if he was a high priest or something, but a snicker escaped me. The Leader stopped and looked down at me. “Do not mock us,” he said in a harsher tone. “For soon you will be one of us.” I restrained further laughter and an eye roll with difficulty, but he seemed seriously peeved with me. And Mike unobtrusively nudged my right leg with his foot, which I took to be a warning. I’d play along with whatever weird game these guys were into, but it was hard to take them seriously with all this rigmarole. Sons of the Scorpion? If these guys were into astrology, then they were in for a rude shock. I was not a Scorpio – my birthday was in August, I was a Virgo. “Yes, all is ready Father,” intoned all the others, including Mike. “Is the novice you have brought before us fully prepared, Prefect? And is he truly a virgin?” “Yes he is, Father,” replied Mike. Wow, Mike had a title. “Then let us begin the initiation,” the Leader…oops, I mean “Father of the Sons of the Scorpion” intoned. “Acolytes, begin the Communion of Lust.” Exactly 10 guys stepped forward; all were on the short side (like me, probably no more than 5’8” or 5’9”), but every build from slightly chubby to swimmer’s to muscle-boy, smooth to lightly hairy and a mix of races. That diversity thing. They walked towards the platform; I recognized the first one to reach me, he had chestnut hair and bright blue eyes, I think his name was Aaron? I cudgeled my fuzzy brain for a clue as to how I knew that, and then I remembered: when I first came in, he’d been cuddled up with some guy and necking so deeply that it looked like they were trying to lick each others' tonsils. They stopped long enough for an introduction. One of his companions, a little blond muscle guy also approached, and they took the silk sheet off of me, and carefully folded it as if it were an American flag. They handed the silk sheet to the Lea…Father, and then returned to me, each taking one of my legs, putting them in the stirrups, and then bound them in place with more velvet rope. “Now, just a second here,” I shouted. The entire room went still and I saw Mike bury his face in his hands. “SILENCE!” roared the Father. “Look, Daddy Scorpion, I’m not one of your ‘sons’ so don’t take that tone with me.” “You are even less than one of my sons at the moment, so do not blaspheme in this space,” the Father said in a cold tone. “Continue the Communion,” he said. I heard a click, and felt a jar. I lifted my head, and a portion of the platform had been lowered. Aaron knelt before me, leaned forward, pressed his face into my ass and took a loud sniff, then exhaled sharply over my hole. I gasped at the feeling, and immediately my dick stirred. Next, he began to kiss my anus, teasing little touches that made me quiver and squirm. I’d never felt anything like it, never dreamed I could feel anything like it. Then he added his lips, his tongue, and I felt his tongue penetrate me. By now I was panting and fully erect. “Yes,” said the Father. “He will make an excellent acolyte, a true Brother in Lust” I wasn’t laughing now. Aaron stood, walked over to me, and kneeled over my face, flipped up the back of his loin cloth and pushed his ass over my nose. I tried to turn my head, but the Father knelt and held my head in place. At the same moment, I felt and heard another of the – what did he call them? – Acolytes, that’s it, repeating the routine that Aaron had initiated. “This is your initiation into our communion,” he said. “Do not resist, or there will be consequences.” Since I was tied up and in no position to argue, I decided I’d better not push this guy. He was seriously cray-cray, obviously, and I needed to cooperate so I’d get out of here in one piece. “Yes, inhale deeply the scent of a true Acolyte of the Scorpion.” I did as he told me. Actually, Aaron didn’t have a heck of a lot of scent. He was scrupulously clean, though there was a trace of musk. “My son Aiden, continue the ritual of communion. Initiate, you will now pay further tribute to my son: kiss his ass, the Omphalos of Pleasure.” I did as he asked, while Aaron squirmed above me, and pushed his firm, round butt against my mouth. “Lick it!” the Father ordered. “Abandon yourselves to the osculum infame, the obscene kiss. Do not be content with the lips of his asshole – bury your tongue inside of him.” Aaron whimpered with pleasure as I followed the orders I was given, humping on my tongue, and chanting “Ave libidinem” breathlessly. “Take him in your mouth,” the Father ordered, and Aaron leaned forward and closed his mouth over my aching dick. “Do not allow him to discharge, but take him to the edge.” Aaron was a world-class cocksucker. He had this way of licking with his tongue as his head bobbed up and down on me. I moaned, nearing climax, and Aaron immediately stopped. “Excellent, my son,” the Father praised him. “Bring the receptacle for his seed,” he ordered. What felt like a glass dish was placed on my chest. “Spill your cum into the dish, so that it may join with the others when the time has come,” I heard Father Scorpio say. I couldn’t tell if he meant me, but since my hands were otherwise occupied, I assumed he didn’t expect me to think myself to orgasm, though this was incredibly erotic as it turned out. Who would’ve thunk it? Aaron was rubbing his ass against my lips, pressing as hard as he could; from the sounds and his movements, I gathered that he was beating himself off and going to ejaculate into the dish. And then what would they do with it? Ugh, I hope they weren’t expecting me to drink it. I had a world-class gag reflex, and would likely vomit it back up. Aaron’s movements were getting more frantic, he was grunting and gyrating, and then I heard him moan, and felt his cum shoot on my chest, just beyond the dish. “Gather it up, do not lose a drop,” the Father ordered. “Place it in the receptacle.” I felt a sucking sensation and heard a wheeze, like a squeeze bottle. Aaron turned around and kissed me full on the mouth, then got down from the platform. The little stud muffin blond took his place kneeling over me, and yet another of the Acolytes was working on my ass. Each of the 10 Acolytes was called forward and repeated the ritual (what else could I call it) down to the letter, though most of them managed to hit the “receptacle.” After the final one finished, the glass dish was taken off my chest. Mike kneeled next to me. “How do you like your initiation?” he whispered against my ear. I just groaned in reply, glad it was over. My erection was painful; the only other time I’d been anywhere near as turned on was when one of high school BFs and I had experimented with a 69 position, sucking each other’s dicks. That was kid’s play compared to this, but at the time it felt so wild. “I will deposit the Acolytes’ seed in the initiate,” said the Father, and I raised my head as far as I could. He was kneeling between my legs, holding the dish, and what looked like a nasal syringe. He put it in the dish full of semen, and drew all of it in. With an evil grin, he inserted the nozzle in my ass. “Your first seed of the night,” he said. “No, not there,” I begged. “Please, I’ll do anything.” “You will do as I say,” he said, “including taking this holy, charged, seed. It is your first gift.” He pushed the bulb, and I felt the slippery stuff go inside of me. “Now, while it is fresh, Prefect, begin,” he declaimed. Mike kneeled over my face as had each of the acolytes, and took off his loin cloth. He pressed his asshole over my nose. Unlike the Acolytes, his butt was quite musky, the odor strong. I tried to turn away, but he crossed his ankles behind my head, and kept it in place. “Yes,” hissed the Father. “Inhale the scent of a true man, a true Son of the Scorpion. You will be his consort to do with as he pleases.” I could hardly breathe; he changed the angle slightly, and his ass was over my mouth. “Kiss him, lick him, worship he who will be your lover, your master. Do not hold back, you must experience ever scent, every taste, every touch. Ave libidinem!” he shouted. “Fratres, in cupiditate” answered all the others, including Mike, was pressing his ass hard against my mouth. I had no choice, I kissed his ass, then licked it, then inserted my tongue in his rectum. He jolted and moaned, reached back, and pulled my face into his butt. “Yes, Ave libidinem,” Mike chanted, and was answered by the assembly. The he released my held, and turned around. His dick looked immense; it was veiny and thick and twitching. Pre-cum drooled from the tip. I saw that on his right hip he had a tattoo – a scorpion superimposed over that odd symbol that was on the sheet that had covered me earlier. Mike brought the dripping head to my mouth, and I knew what was expected. I parted my lips, and he inserted his already hard dick in my mouth and began to thrust. Predictably, I began to choke, but he didn’t let up, kept pressing it on me. Tears ran down my face, and I was certain I would pass out or vomit. “Do not discharge in his mouth,” the Father intoned. Phew, I thought, as the hard dick was taken out of my mouth just in time. “Place it in his boy cunt, his hole. Breed him, bring him into the light of positivity and out of the darkness of negativity. Join your seed and his blood so that you may be one, and he will be one with us.” What! Bareback? Were these people crazy? “No,” I screamed. “Stop, please stop…” Mike released my legs, and took them over his shoulders, I tried to struggle, and the Father leaned down and slapped my face. “Do not resist. This is your place in our brotherhood. This is your place in the world from this moment forward, and you will revel in it.” Mike leaned forward to kiss away my tears, and whispered in my ear “I’ll make it good for you, I promise.” He kissed my lips, and I had a sudden stabbing memory of being in his bed, exchanging the same melting kisses. And somehow my erection hadn’t subsided, even though I was frightened. I wondered if they’d done something to make that happen – Viagra? Mike pulled back, and I saw him push down his rigid dick, and he began to push it against my anus. I flinched, but he held me in place. “Look at me, Darrell,” he said. His eyes were mesmerizing, sherry brown and the expression on his face was one of sheer bliss. He pushed past all resistance, and it felt as if a burning brand had been put inside of me. I whimpered again, and he stroked my dick and balls as he went in further and further, invading me, taking over all my senses. Finally, I felt his balls and pubic hair against my tender, depilated skin. Then he drew back, and pushed in again. It hurt, but now it felt like he was hitting a hot spot inside of me that I didn’t know was there. Again, and again, over and over, his thrusts growing stronger, and we both began to pant. It was as if no one else was there, time had stopped, and the only important thing was the sex that we were having. I realized that sex was too tame and pallid a word; this was a mating, I would be his, already was if I were to be honest. He seemed to sense the shift, or maybe it was because I was angling my hips towards him, joining in his rhythm. “Ave libidinem,” he said. “Say it with me.” And he leaned over, and began to lick my nipples, and then kiss and lick my neck and ears – my other hotspots. The words tore out of me, “Ave libidinem!” I screamed, over and over again. Distantly I could hear that everyone in the room had joined our chant, and then over it I heard a voice that sounded like mine shouting “Yes, fill me, breed me, don’t stop! Give me your cum, I want it! I need it!” Mike’s thrusts picked up in speed and force. He was ramming his dick against me, and I could hear him began to grunt with each thrust. The harder he fucked me, the closer I came to my own orgasm, and he hadn’t touched me after he had fully embedded his dick in my ass. Finally he slammed against me even harder and roared “Ave libidinem! He is mine!” He gave three final thrusts against me; I could feel his dick swell and spasm inside me, felt his warm sperm coating my insides and that pushed me over the edge. I began to come like a geyser, my own semen splashing in my face. Mike had collapsed on top of me, and I could feel his heartbeat still racing. We were both panting, the others were still chanting, but nothing but this man who had taken me and in the process given me such unbelievable pleasure really registered. He braced himself on his elbows, and kissed me ravenously. My Father in Lust untied my arms. He gave me a wicked grin, then commanded, “Again. Meld all the seed inside him, mix the DNA together and ensure that he receives the gift. Ave libidinem.”