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Part 2 Tom looked like shit which was rare for him. "Look, I'm not going to live like this. You have a few options" I said. I had rehearsed this because I really didn't want to leave him. I came up with a few good options and one crazy one, which I told him calmly while he softly sobbed. In hindsight, it was one good option, one bad option, one selfish option and one crazy one. "One, we can walk away and give up on almost seven great years. Two, we can close our relationship back up. Or at least you can, since I like hooking up with other guys and haven't had any issues other than a few mediocre fucks. Three, you can go on PrEP so you can let anyone fuck you and not have to worry about getting infected with HIV. I think we can deal with the other curable ones and they come with having lots of partners. Or four, you can go get yourself pozzed up, go on meds and not have to worry about catching it again, like Dennis" I said. I took one more sip of the crappy Malbec and stood up, adding "Let me know what you decide" before I walked back to my hotel. "You told him what?!?!" Dennis exclaimed when I talked to him the next day. "Well, I could only come up with the one good idea and I don't like to give ultimatums. I don't want to leave him and only allowing me to play on the side is a selfish choice since I'm not going to give it up and he's proven he can't do it well. So... I basically told him to get on PrEP or we were done" I told Dennis. "Uh... you gave him a choice and based on how scared he is of losing you, he might take the easy way out. You told him it was ok, too, since it was one of the options you told him. I do know a couple guys that would pay good money to charge up a hot neg guy like him" Dennis said. The chuckle he made after his comment was a little disconcerting. "Nah, he wouldn't do that. But, you're doin ok, right?" I asked, just in case Tom did something crazy and chose my fourth option. "I'm fine. It's fun collecting as much toxic seed as I can and then have a neg guy stuff his dick in it. Uh... want to meet up Saturday at the Watering Hole?" he asked. "Yeah, sure. Nine ok?" I asked and he replied "Sounds good." A few of Dennis' comments had rattled me and I was thinking about them all night. -- "Got a minute" came the text the next afternoon. He called when I said "ok" and his attitude was very different. Tom was calm and serious. "I've been thinking about our meeting and your options. I think I can rule out number one, since I want to make this work. All of my freakouts have been because I'm scared of losing you. This past week has made it painfully clear that I need you in my life" Tom said. "I want to make it work too, but I'm not interested in the emotional rollercoaster we've been on" I replied. "Can I be honest with you? I mean, brutally honest?" Tom asked. "Of course" I replied. "I'm kind of turned on taking poz loads. The undetectable ones like Patrick and Dennis have don't do it for me any more. The thought of taking unmedicated ones with high viral loads just turns me on so much. I'm just afraid that if I get pozzed, you'll dump me" Tom said. "So you'd rather become a psycho bitch every couple months and make me dump you for that?" I asked. "I don't want to lose you for any reason" Tom told me. "Well, think about this. If you go through with it, it's a life long commitment. You shouldn't do it just for a wild fuck or ten, or just to make a hookup seem hotter. Talk to Patrick and find out what its really like, long term. PrEP is a much more sensible option" I said. Tom's bombshell wasn't nearly as much of a shock after the discussion I'd had with Dennis. Looking back, it kind of made sense, which meant he wasn't just making shit up to get back together or to shock me. A few hours later I was on my way over to Dennis' place. I needed to talk this whole thing out with him but I was also horny as fuck. When I got there, two guys were just leaving. I had seen both of them at the gym over the past few years. The black guy was thick and muscled and the Latino was about fifty pounds lighter with big arms, a classic vee leading down to an eight-pack. Both reeked of pot and giggled as they walked by, winking at me. Dennis was inside the doorway, wearing only a huge grin. The skunky aroma barely covered up the smell of fresh cum. He handed me a pipe and lighter and I took a hit of some really strong weed. The second hit was even longer and was exactly what I needed. The third I shotgunned into Dennis' mouth after letting my lungs soak up as much as they could. We ended up on the couch and I told him what Tom had said. I wasn't sure if he was just letting me talk through it or if he was too stoned to even hear my words. A ding came from his phone and he glanced at it to read the notification. He looked back at me, smiling, and said "I got a couple ideas, but first you're gonna have to give me what's trying to escape your jeans. That bulge is fuckin huge."

Burt. Burt gingerly entered the open hotel room door and walked down the short entryway past the small bathroom on the left. He quickly caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror, ted plaid flannel shirt and brown curled hair. He reminded himself of Magnum PI when conceived by the Brawny guy on the paper towels. He past the coat closet into the lit bedroom. The scene before him made his cock jump. There on a slightly disheveled bed lay a naked college-sports built young man matching the description from the BBRT ad on his back, blindfolded, and in what appeared to be happy baby yoga pose with his hands holding the soles on his feet, legs up, basically begging Burt to do whatever he wanted with the kid. Burt cleared his throat as an announcement and immediately started unbuttoning his shirt and then pants. He always went commando when he responded to these ads. He wanted the guy to see what he was packing. Meh, he thought. It’ll be a surprise. As he dropped his pants his now half stiff cock flipped up and bounced up to his belly button smacking it. He advanced to Brock and silently inspected his pucker. It was still slick. Burt licked two fingers and slid them into Brock who immediately responded with a low pitched moan and a smile. Burt inspected further, all the way in to the last knuckles. Fucking wet all the way. He pulled his fingers out smearing them against his thumb below his nose. This kid already had a fucking load in him. Burt’s cock bounced again, this time from the pervy thought of getting sloppy seconds. Burt couldn’t wait to get inside nor did he have to get the kid ready to enter. He was already gaping after removing his fingers from Brock’s hole. Just to be sure, Burt snorted hard and coughed up a mucous laden loogie which he flatly spat concurrently onto Brock’s hole and his cock head as he lined it up with his hole. Then he plunged in. As he towered over Brock, looking down on him with his legs splayed in the air and holding his ankles tightly, Burt wanted the kid to feel the full weight of him inside his guts, his full length pressing past what he should naturally be able to push through, nestled and hugging that tight warmth, making tiny tears in its delicate tissue thin lining. And then, after a moment, he unceremoniously pulled out of Brock’s warm gushy insides. His 9 inch, thickly veined, circumcised cock had a large mushroom shaped head that upon pulling out of Brock, had the gobbed remnants of frothy semen from an earlier insemination. He could smell cum in the air and on his cock, just like on his fingers. God it smelled good. Burt wondered if it had been a toxic load and, for a moment, was almost jealous he hadn’t busted in the kid first. He heard Brock suck air through his teeth and glanced up to see the pain in Brock’s furrow brow and gritting teeth. Burt smiled. “It just hurts for a little while kid. I’m gonna open you up like Christmas” he said to himself licking his lips before thrusting in again. A sizable ball of precum beaded up a top his swollen cock head as he pulled out again. Burt dropped his grip on Brock’s ankles and allowed the kid to leave them up himself, again assuming happy baby pose. Burt pressed his meatus gently to collect more pre-ejaculate onto his fingers and it flowed onto them as if he’d dipped them in warm honey and then forced those two first fingers into Brock’s mouth, the very same that had inspected his rectal vault, which Brock licked and sucked eagerly. Before grabbing Brock’s ankles and thrusting in again, a fucked up thought crossed Burt’s mind. He withdrew from Brock’s mouth, gathered more precum from his now fully dripping cockhead, pulled the blindfold up off Brock’s face, and smeared with his other hand’s fingers a pool of toxic precum into the inner canthus of both Brock’s eyes. Brock shook his head shocked and confused. “Oh sorry kid. It looked like you were crying under that thing and I wanted to wipe your eyes”. Brock blinked quickly, clearing his blurred vision. “Uh, thanks”? he muttered pulling the blindfold off in confusion. Brock stared. He hadn’t expected to see any of the men that responded to the ad. He just wanted the thrill of being fucked like a living flesh light by anonymous dudes and then left sore and slimy. He was immediately entranced by Burt’s smile and moustache. His smile was wicked and delicious. Brock noticed the thick, curled fur covering Burt’s well defined chest trailing down to his unshaved cock. “Jesus dude. You’re fucking hot”! Burt bit his lip before pulling Brock by his elevated thighs closer to him and then pushed himself inside him again and then lay all his weight onto Brock. His moustache smashed against Brock’s clean shaven face as he filled Brock’s mouth with his tongue. The kid tasted of toothpaste or Mentos or some minty mouthwash. He’d change that soon enough. He was gonna leave his own mark on and inside that boy. Brock was in Heaven. He finally felt filled. This guy was fully inside him. I’m his mouth, in his guts, on top of him. He slowly breathed through his nose and enjoyed the feeling. The burly giant did not pull out like he had before and his thrusts turned into a more gentle rhythmic pumping, his rectum finally relaxed and enjoying the pressure. Burt’s large hands cradled his head as he continued to explore Brock’s mouth and lips and cheeks, face, and neck. Brock’s breathing suddenly quickened and his cock started to pulse. “I’m fucking cumming”, Brock gasped, pulling away from Burt’s mouth to exclaim. Burt didn’t pull off Brock to see him ejaculate. He let the kid’s nut bust across his stomach and up his chest while still pumping away at the kid. The sheer pressure of this kid’s ejaculation was intense. He felt the hot sticky warmth mingle with his sweaty fur as he continued to pump in short staccato thrusts. It was like a fucking power wash. He’d never been able to make anyone cum hands free before and smiled at Brock’s face contorting as he climaxed between their bodies. There was that smell of cum again. This time fresh and bleachy. Something about Brock’s face as he finished ignited Burt’s now full balls. He kept rhythm inside Brock feeling his own muscles tighten and release and with a final push, Burt let out a loud guttural cry and let loose what seemed like a gallon of semen in the kid. Burt held still in that moment focusing on the pulsing of his shaft and imagined ropes of pearled thick semen, teeming with his insurmountably high viral load, spurting into the kid’s guts, stretching his intestinal walls with the sheer pressure of the volume of it, forcing his seed deeper into him. Burt wasn’t done though. The kid needed to be thoroughly marinated. Brock stretched, kissed Burt on the mouth and tried to wiggle out from under him. “I want to stay in you for a little bit”, Burt pleaded. Brock nodded and kissed him hard again. This guy was a friggin Adonis and of course he’d let him stay inside but his guts ached from the pressure of it all. Burt noticed Brock’s discomfort and pulled out gently but not flaccidly. His cock was still hard. Semen flooded out of Brock’s worn hole glazing his cock, the sheer girth of it keeping a small pool of semen from spilling out over the sides. Burt climbed to Brock’s side on his knees and plopped his cum covered cock into Brock’s mouth letting him clean him off. That was gonna leave a taste. Brock fervently licked Burt clean as he returned the blindfold to Brock’s face. That was enough of gazing into the those angelic eyes. The kid wouldn’t be an Angel for long. Burt punched Brock’s built chest gently and kissed it before getting silently dressed. Brock could taste metal and salt and rolled the tangy brew along his tongue before swallowing. He breathed in the afterglow for a minute before hearing the swing of the door and the metal clink of it hitting the slide bar…still ajar.

Part 1 It was the end my senior year in high school, I turned 18 just two weeks ago, and I was preparing to graduate. The most exciting chapter of my life was about to begin - freedom, new horizons, adventures, a life of my own. There was however, one slight issue. I am gay, I am catholic, and I have to hide my identity from everyone until I can move away. Living in a community of under 100,000 people, everyone kind of knew each other. It was still a big enough place that strangers were found every day, but today, a stranger found me. I was at the local coffee shop enjoying a frozen coffee. I was quietly sitting in the corner browsing the web on how to meet gay people. Good ol’ fashion G popped up on the App Store. I paused, thinking about what would happen if I started down this path. My parents would abandon me if they ever found out. I would be cast out, and left to my own demise. I shrugged, this is my life, and I want to meet other gays. I downloaded the app, signed up, attached a profile photo, and waited for it to be approved. I started browsing and behold, a man just 87 feet away. He had no profile photo, but he described himself as an ex-military Air Force man, bb, well hung, cut, NSA, and positive. I had no idea what any of these terms really meant. But I started to peer around the coffee shop and a man with dark hair, short cut, blue eyes and muscular build locked eyes with me. I looked away, returning to my coffee. A very loud sound came from my phone, and several men in the shop turned their heads to look at me. My face turned red hot, I could feel it. This time, the gentlemen winked at me. Holy shit. That’s him? This man was so hot, and I couldn’t help the boner forming. He also noticed this, as I saw him staring under the table at my bulge that was erupting from my jeans. I wasn’t sure what to do, everyone in the shop resumed what they were doing, except for him. He just sat there, watching me, as if I were some sort of prey or prize getting admired. I decided I needed to leave. I wasn’t ready for any of this. I moved to leave, and the man stood up abruptly, as I moved to the door he began to step closer to my path, and he introduced himself to me before I could reach the door. “Hey, I’m Darren. I was wondering if you’d be interested in hanging out.” I moved on, ignoring him and continued through the door. I rushed to my car at a quick pace, and he followed. I looked back, his hungry eyes staring me down as he strolled towards me. His huge muscular body continued pursuing me. I got to my Camry, and he arrived behind me as I fumbled for the keys to unlock my vehicle. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you off. Let me make it up to you.” I hesitated. This was my chance. This man was hot. His v-neck revealed a chest of thick dark hair, and his shirt was so tight it looked as if his arms would rip the seems. I looked at him, unsure of what to say. I stuttered, trying to ask him how he would make it up. “Can I hop in the car with you?” I nodded. What was I thinking. This is stupid. He got in the vehicle and I sat in the driver seat. Darren Instructed me to pull around behind the building, and I did. I parked the vehicle and he leaned over and got up in my face. He smelled like a Versace cologne, and it was intoxicating. He stroked my hair and leaned in closer, pressing his lips to mine. He began moving his tongue through his lips and through mine. Damn. He tasted like a hazelnut cappuccino. Delicious. Darren leaned back into his seat, unzipping his pants. He pulled down his pants to his knees and pulled his under down far enough for his thick 8.5 inch cock to flop out. Astonished, I sat there with my mouth open. My 6 inch dick was nothing compared to him. He had a gorgeous bush, and I could smell the sweat of his balls in the car. It was irresistible. He gestured for me to suck it, and I tried to explain I’d never done that, but he took my head and forced it down into his lap. Reluctantly, I opened my mouth and he aimed his cock, and slammed it to the back of my throat. The salty flavor, funky aroma, and taste of precum got me so hard, it felt like my dick was breaking under my jeans. Darren pulled my head off his cock after a few minutes of me sucking and polishing it. “Get in the back seat, bitch.” I did as I was ordered. “Pants and underwear off. Lay on your back. Spread your legs.” I tried to tell him again that I’ve never done this before, and he reassured me that he wouldn’t make me do anything I wasn’t comfortable with. I felt better, so I stripped down my bottom half. He peeled off his pants and underwear and took his shirt off too, then removed my shirt. He ran his tongue over my nipples, up and down my neck. He nibbled at my ears, smelled my pits, and leaned back. “Look at this virgin hole. It’s so pretty… but it won’t be when I’m done with you.” I began to worry, and he must have sensed this. He grabbed me by the hips, lifted my ass up, and licked my hole vigorously, he cleaned my entire crack out, and probed my glistening hole with his tongue. “I love the way you taste, bitch. You’re my bitch now, right?” This felt so good I couldn’t stop him. “Yes! Yes! I’m your bitch!” He burrowed in further with his tongue, and my whole world lit up like a Christmas tree. I was in heaven. But then he stopped. He moved in closer, and dropped my hips. That’s when he started rubbing his huge dick across my hole. He would put pressure on it, and watch my face as he tortured me with pleasure. “Do you have a condom?” Darren asked nicely, “I am poz, so if you don’t want to fuck it’s cool.” I wasn’t sure what that meant. He explained to me that it’s a virus, and that it can be spread through sex. He told me this as he pushed his cock against my hole, harder, enough to start opening me up slightly. I could not control myself. I lost my shit as he did one more push, this time I felt my hole open up more, and it hurt a bit, but FUCK I was leaking precum everywhere. Darren reassured me that the virus is just a virus. There are plenty of people who have it and it’s no big deal. He must have completely understood that I wasn’t aware of what it mean to be poz. But he did what he had to. “Ok.” I whispered. And he took a glob of spit and ran it up and down his cock. “You want this cock inside you? You little fag? You want me to fuck this hole?” He kept rubbing my hole and I let out a whimper, and gave in. “Give it to me.” Darren pushed In, opening up my hole even more, he pulled back, but this time, he slammed it all the way in. Hard. I felt the walls of my ass rip open, and the hole be stretched to the max. Darren pumped my ass with his huge cock - I was having troubles handling his huge member, it hurt so bad, but it felt so good too. I never knew sex could feel so… amazingly awful. After a while, It felt way smoother, and way nicer. I relaxed and let him pound my ass, taking his pleasure. Darren’s sweat dripped all over my body and face as he fucked me to the point I had blood running from my hole, onto the cloth of the seat. He grabbed my rock hard cock and began jerking me off. Almost immediately I blew my load, right over my head. It hit the window; I had never done anything like that before. Darren’s thrusting picked up pace. He was fucking me so hard and so fast I felt like I was gonna puke. For another 15 minutes he fucked me in the back of that car like an animal. It smelled like sex, sweat, and blood. An aroma, I will never forget. Darren let out a loud and powerful orgasm, as he burrowed and bottomed out my ass. It hurt so fucking bad, like he couldn’t possibly be deeper. “You’re mine now, bitch. I own you forever. We are family forever. My bug lives in you, and you service my bug for the rest of your life. You’ll be in hell servicing me forever now. You. Are. Mine.” A little bit about Part 2. Now that Darren owns me, will I ever have a normal life again? Men all over G are messaging me, and this older man seems really into me. He invited me over for dinner, so I could meet him and his son.

*Authors' note 1: first story attempt failed, but a failure is often an opportunity to do better. We have not planned how many chapters it has, but we'll keep on writing till we enjoy it. And of course if it will not offend or harm anyone. *Authors note 2: PozWorld is reversed. "Ordinary" condition is poz, while neg status is not socially accepted at all. ----- Part 1: machines don't keep secrets! -Hunter: "Hey my little Chaser! Don't make me waste another poz load!" An artificial voice was reading a weird message aloud waking me suddenly up, alone in my bed. Where on Earth was my boyfriend? Damn, I absolutely had to get rid of this inexplicable jealousy. His phone was not on the charger so it was clear he carried it with him, that voice could only be a bad dream! Ian could just have gone to catch an earlier bus without disturbing me during sleep, that spoken message was surely coming from my fantasy. Hearing a machine speak may seem strange but when you regularly meet a blind person and become close enough, you don't even notice it any longer. On the other side though I was always concerned for his privacy so I didn't chat about sex with him, in case personal messages could be loudly spoken at inappropriate times. He has known I'm undetectable since we started to date but from that moment, HIV has no longer been a conversation subject. Barebacking was safe for us, no reason to worry about it. We had another trouble instead, our sex life had become monotonous. If I only had guts to face this situation! "We have to talk", and then? Let's open our couple, or let's go separate ways? I was scared at the idea of him thinking I looked for other sex encounters because I rejected his blindness. Nothing of this, I am just a man with his needs! He also expressed a desire to live together sooner or later, but I knew it couldn't last long in this way. We have to talk, this formula had to be spoken aloud, hopefully as soon as possible because cheating almost became an urge for me. I prepared myself a coffee to drink my concerns away, when I heard another beep and the artificial voice spoke again: "You're missing a great opportunity man, don't waste this gift and talk to him asap!" I smiled at myself and at a waist bag hanging from a chair in the kitchen, a silly machine hidden in there was revealing my boy's secret side. "It may be a friend's bag", I told myself and took the courage to call him. Phew! The phone rang and that mysterious bag stayed silent! "It's truly not his stuff or my business", I thought waiting for an answer with the phone on my ear. "Hey, Hunter", Ian's voice finally spoke. "I was thinking of you, and here you are!" "I called because I found your waist bag", I told him. "You left it here in the kitchen! One day you may forget your head too." "Oh, thanks honey, I thought I lost it in the bus! At least it's in a safe place." "Safe hands and ears", I had a malicious grin on my face. "Don't use public transport tonight, after you finish your work day I'll come and pick you up. We have... We have to talk!" He sent me a kiss and hung up, while the annoying robot continued to speak so I grabbed Ian's bag, exploring it inside: a phone was there, together with his wallet and some wipes. Thankfully no pass code had been set on the phone so it opened only by pressing a button, I was too curious to verify how many kinks my boyfriend really had! I turned talking assistant off and it took a couple gestures for me to retrieve his conversation with a certain PozCop, which I read entirely; it was obvious they had been sexting for a long time and I decided to play along. Let's figure out where it goes, a chat won't harm anyone! -- BlindChaser: Hi, I finally talked to him. PozCop: What? Are you serious? BlindChaser: Yeah, in the beginning it was embarrassing but that conversion set us free. BlindChaser: *CONVERSATION, I wanted to say conversation, sorry. Fucking autocomplete! PozCop: LOL! Yeah, I got it. PozCop: You see, I was right! I know him like the back of my pocket, you have nothing to be scared about him. So, did he react as I expect? -- What the fuck! Ian and the stranger were planning something behind my back and that nickname seemed familiar to me! How could the world be so small! "I am getting hard only to imagine myself pozzing my bf", I typed; but before sending, I remembered my role play and answered trying to talk in Ian's shoes. -- BlindChaser: His first reaction was horrified and we had an argue but his body told another story. He was clearly turned on, even if he would never admit it! PozCop: Why does this guy always play a fucking good man role! Trust me, deep inside he's a pig like you. BlindChaser: I agree. He made me suck him, keeping my head in place till he came deep into my throat. PozCop: Oh, poor chaser! Another blank load! I think you need a fully charged one. BlindChaser: Fuck yeah! I can't wait! PozCop: I take this as a written consent. So, let's go for it! See you tomorrow in that place you know. -- Fuck, this was no fantasy: in a few hours my guy was going to get pozzed! I had to find out more details and make him change his mind, whatever it took. With Ian's phone in my hand I accessed PozCop's contact determined to block him forever, when I felt an intense pain coming from my fingers and someone talking but this time it was not a machine! "You wanted me into your body, man!" the voice said. "Let your guy take the same journey, both your lives belong to me!" This voice seemed real but no one was around, for sure. Maybe I started to be paranoid, or it was because I willingly became positive but till now I never considered gifting as an option; I couldn't close my eyes to my boy's desires though, if he seriously wanted HIV I had to be certain I was his gifter. I remained with my thumb moving up and down on the touch screen, conflicted, till I took my final decision: I cleared only my latest messages from the whole chat, turned screen reader back on and placed the phone where I found it, ready to give it back to its owner; let's discover who that PozCop really was! I spent the whole day with my mind suggesting me to give him the bag and return to everyday life, but the mysterious voice soon overcame my rational thinking: "You were born to be a gifter, accept your destiny otherwise you'll lose all my benefits forever!" Oh damn! Who spoke to me and which benefits was they talking about? Last time I went for usual HIV check up, my doctor told me I was part of an experiment by taking meds he prescribed me, but I almost forgot it: treatment suppressed my viral load, I had no side effects, it meant all was correctly working. Or this mysterious voice I hear is caused by meds? Such an opportunity to give up with them, I thought at myself. After his work day was over, Ian was waiting for me outside his office as expected and as I greeted him he kissed me: "thanks my love, you saved me!" He explored my whole body with his hands, and panicked: "my bag, Hunter! Where the fuck is it?" "One is here and it's full", I told him guiding his hand on my semi-hard member. "The other is in my car!" "I'm glad to you, thanks for keeping it safe." "True, but your machines talk much more than a person does. And if you forget them turned on, they're not able to keep secrets."

When I’m laying blindfolded in the sling I will get the question “can you see anything?” or “do you really not see me? or “are your eyes really covered?” I usually get the question a couple times a night. I always answer that I can’t see anything even though that’s not 100% true. I’ve tried different styles of blindfolds (the full face hood with eye pads, a bandanna over my eyes, a hat or towel over my face). I’ve found the bandanna works the best for me. The bandanna blindfold keeps my nose open for poppers, my mouth open for dick, it’s relatively well secured, and doesn’t retain heat (which can sometimes be an issue when I’m going hard and enhanced). Also it keeps my face relatively exposed. Unfortunately there is a gap at the bottom of the blindfold that permits me to see some of what is walking up to the sling. With the dark lighting and my eyes mostly covered I can’t make out details but I do get a sense of features (body size, dick size, number of guys, etc). The unsuspected surprise of a dick on my hole or a hand on my body isn’t as impactful when I can see it coming. My goal is to blind myself to the top but I want the guy fucking me and the others standing around waiting their turn to see as much of me as possible. The top should know that they can do anything they want to me and I’ll never know who they are.

Just recovered from a bout of COVID, thought I'd go for a morning run - big mistake, lungs were not up for it, but it did leave me frustrated and horny. Wandered back home through a cruising area that's sometimes good in the daytime, but all the shrubs have been cut back recently so no dice. Got home and hit up a bud who said he'd be right over. Got ready and left the door open for him to find me on all fours waiting. He ate me out for a good 10 minutes to get me nice and loose before sliding his hot uncut cock in. Fucked me hard doggy, then flipped me on my back for a bit more sensual fucking while making out. After awhile he flipped me over again, pushed my head down and fucked hard. Just before coming he pulled out, came on my hole and pushed the load back in with his cock. Left me wrecked, put a plug in to keep his load and now I'm looking for my next. He took a few pics and a video of the cumshot for my collection. 🐷

I think as a bottom in general we are receptacles for junk. Lol. I have been sexually active since I was young. I was pozzed at 19. I was lucky to meet some very nice health health care providers early on that treat me without judgement. My primary physician is gay and may have a piggy side too. I ran into him at steamworks last year. On average I get an std a year. My Dr has always treated me with respect when I go in for treatment. Last month I was in and he said we will get this taken care of and get you back out having fun in no time. I thought that was funny. I have always been good about abstaining until I am cleared to get bred again though.

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I'm going to call bullshit on your Cuban rant [think before following links] https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5153925/ , [think before following links] https://news.cgtn.com/news/2019-12-21/Cuba-advances-HIV-AIDS-vaccine-project-MB4biwODjq/index.html, I'm sure you got your info from some right wing site. Also the republican party shits on gays all the time, the log cabin republicans aren't even allowed at the republican convention, even thought they are ass licking lap dogs. The republican platform wants to strip our rights away and they are proud of it. So if you want to keep acting like they won't bash your head in because your a supporter go right ahead. AS for they concentration camp thing, all you need to do is look at the red states that have or are passing "religious rights" laws very soon if you are in a red state and need medical assistance the Dr. can refuse because of their "deeply held religious belief". So talk all the shit you want but the republican party wants you back in the closet or dead.

Maybe it has to do with the fact that they'd like to see us all in a concentration camp or dead. They love it when fags get their heads bashed in and they had a field day when the "dirty faggots" were all dying of AIDS. If you're ok with that then my all means fuck everyone of them but if they decide after they bust their nut to beat you half to death don't cry to me about it.

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. Another short one, but since I'm still working on the last chapter it may get longer. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. Part 1 Tom and I had been together for six years and had been living together for four. Both of us were in our early thirties (33 for me, 32 for him) and we complemented each other. He was the outgoing, social one and I was close to being an introvert. I stood in the back and observed and then jumped in when I felt comfortable. He was fashionable and kind of fit the smooth gym bunny stereotype and I was the slightly hairy, nerdy guy with glasses and a beard. I was in IT guy, after all. The sex was what made it really work. He was a bottom with a hot ass and some amazing muscle control. We both could get aggressive in bed, or wherever we were fucking, and he liked feeling my thick eight inches pounding into his ass until he got filled with my cum. I liked being on top and while I had bottomed a few times, I didn't really enjoy it. We opened our relationship a year ago after drooling over some other guys at the bar. I think the conversation went something like me asking Tom "You've been staring at that guy for the past hour. Do you want a free pass to go see if he wants your sexy butt?" and him replying "Only if you go find some hole to tap too." He went home with the guy and wandered back home about ten the next morning. I spent the rest of the night plunging my dick into four different guys in the restroom. The last one was our friend Dennis, the city's horniest ginger cub. The last time I fucked Dennis was right before I met Tom and once my dick was back into his ass all those memories came flooding back. "What's the deal? Did you two break up or finally open your relationship?" Dennis asked after we made our way back to the bar to order something to quench our thirst. "I think we're trying to see if we're ok screwing other guys and then going back home together" I replied. "Except he left with the other guy and you stayed here trying to fuck every slut that bent over in the bathroom" he said, winking at me. "I didn't hear you complain when my dick went back in your ass after all these years. How many loads did I sink my dick into? You were pretty fucking sloppy... I would have lasted longer if it didn't feel so good with all those stranger's loads in you" I replied. "Five and then yours for six. I hope that's not the last time that happens" Dennis said before giving me a quick kiss and going home. The next morning when Tom came home, we had some of the most amazing sex. That evening at dinner we both agreed that open was the way to go and that we'd tell each other if we found we were getting too attached to our other partners. Little did I know that wasn't going to be the problem. Getting attached was never a problem for me since, other than Dennis and Tom, I didn't really fuck the same guy more than a couple times. It was a big advantage of being a top around here, since there were so many bottoms. Sometimes we'd tell each other about our hookups and other times we didn't. I think it was the good ones we talked about more, but if one of us had tried something new we'd see if the other one might be into it too. One night Tom came back a lot sooner than I expected. It kind of pissed me off since I was still looking for some hole to drill. "What happened?" I asked. "Dude told me he was poz now, right as he shoved his dick in me. It killed the mood for me and I got dressed and left" Tom said. I shook my head and replied "He should have told you that before you got naked. Were you going to play safe?" I asked. We both preferred to fuck bareback and we did with guys we knew well, but otherwise covered up. Well, he did... I think. Guys like Dennis I knew were poz, but they were undetectable and I never hesitated to fuck him bare. Tom's friend Patrick was the same, undetectable and had filled Tom's ass numerous times. "We had fucked several times before and the last couple were bare, but he was neg then" Tom replied. "Maybe. When was your last hookup with him? Do you know when he converted?" I asked. "About a month ago was our last fuck. I didn't stick around to discuss how and when he got pozzed" Tom replied, sounding a little disgusted that we were even talking about it. "Not much time between your hookups, then. He might have been poz the last time you fucked. It's about time for our regular tests anyway. How about tomorrow?" I asked. Unfortunately, Tom's mood ended any thoughts that I could fuck and fill him with my own load. Worse, I didn't think I could leave him for a hookup that night either, so I went to bed horny as fuck. For the first time, Tom was nervous when we hit the clinic to get our blood tests done. He wasn't much fun to be around and an even worse fuck that night. Dennis was happy to fill in when I decided I didn't want to fuck my boyfriend until his attitude improved. I guessed that would be when he got the test results in a few days. Indeed, when the results came back negative for both of us, he was back to his old self. I wondered how long that was going to last. Six weeks later he was freaked out again. Another negative test result and then two months later there was another freak out. I told him he was being a drama queen, packed some things and walked out with my suitcase full of a weeks worth of clothes. A hundred messages came from him, begging me to come back. After a few days I told him to meet me at a cafe to talk.

STI's are a hazard of the sport that is male sex. I don't worry over them. If I get one, I get it treated. For a sexual athlete like myself, an STI is the equivalent of a pulled muscle in football--it happens. Foe me the hundreds of male partners I get to have every year make the risk more than worth it.

Words matter. Terms matter. If all you meant was that you had a taste for arrogant, belligerent assholes, you could have just said that, and no political debate would have ensued. Instead, you chose to throw out a hot-button, very politically charged term and asked us all to weigh in on our feelings in its context. The fact that you have to be made aware of the nature of rhetoric is disturbing. Work on yourself.

How Far Does He Cum? I overheard this story from a straight friend. He swears it’s true. I haven’t met his now-wife, Jane, but when I do. I’ll ask her about it. This story has some guy-on-guy contact, but it’s not gay. There is cum, and some of it gets inside a pussy. ___ You know the way college guys brag? I was at a party with my girlfriend, and we stumbled into a conversation about how far we could shoot? At first, I didn’t realize what they were even talking about, and Jane elbowed me. We’d been having safe sex together and monogamously for a while, so I didn’t need to jerk off all that often and reliably wore a condom when with Jane. Jane and I were juniors, and not total geeks. We knew how to have a good time but were very responsible. As Jane I got closer, she asked if I knew anything about ‘women’s ‘cycles.’ I took a family life class in high school, so yeah I knew the basics. She asked if I’d ever lived with a girl before and told her I hadn’t. She told me her cycle was erratic so unprotected sex was a no go. And some weeks would be safer than others. I gladly respected that and told her I was going to be respectful of her boundaries and times. So that was how we’d been since moving in together a few months ago. Anyway, this guy Mike was familiar to me from some prerequisite classes. At the party, he cleared his throat and proudly said his load shot six feet. We didn’t believe that for a second. He asked me if I could shoot farther, and the big-talking man in me said I didn’t know how far I shot, because I had a beautiful girlfriend to take care of that for me. Jane blushed and Mike winked at her. Later that night, after the party, Mike’s brag did prompt some sexy pillow talk. Jane asked if I thought I could shoot that far, and I honestly couldn’t say. So, she wriggled down and gave me a great blowjob. She pulled off as I started feeling my balls tighten and aimed my cock towards me. I did shoot an impressive load, and most of it landed on my neck and chin. She was impressed but asked if I thought Mike was telling the truth. I shrugged and slipped into a sleepy post-cum sleep. As I dozed off, Jane was saying how much fun she was having with me and wondering if we were maybe too safe sometimes. A few days later, Jane brought it up again and asked me to check with Mike to see if he was telling the truth. I asked her why, and she just grinned, saying she had a sexy idea she wanted to try out and would tell me more once I’d asked Mike how far he could shoot his seed. So, a few days later I ran into Mike on campus and asked him if I could ask him a weird question. He told me to go for it. I asked if he was being real when he said how far he could cum. He nodded and asked if I wanted to see, grinning at me. I told him that Jane had wanted me to ask, and I wasn’t into him like that. Mike wrapped his arm around my shoulders and said, ‘Look, Jane is yours as far as I know. But sometimes, ya know, stuff happens.’ He told me that a few guys had asked to see his cock over the years and it kind of turned him on. I asked Mike what kind of stuff he’d gotten into, and he grinned telling me that women asked to see it as well. I noticed he was adjusting his crotch, and it did look big. Mike suggested that he come over sometime and jerk off for me and Jane and I told him that I thought Jane was trying to set the same thing up! I told Mike I’d pass his willingness along to Jane and be in touch. So, I confirmed with Jane that Mike promised he can shoot six feet and was down to show off for us sometime. And that maybe Mike wasn’t totally ‘straight.’ Jane shrugged and told her that she found the idea of two fit guys horny together was kinda sexy. I knew she was planning something and told her I’d be up for whatever she wanted to try out together. Jane whispered that cum really turned her on, and not seeing me shoot often made her want to feel my dick and watch another guy blast off to her getting fucked sometime. Jane planned a little party for me and Mike and asked me to invite him and bring him over. I left as Jane was hopping in the shower. When Mike and I got back, Jane had taped a line on the carpet and told Mike to stand there and jerk his big cock for her as she rode my cock on the bed. She told us that she’d wanted to try some exhibitionist stuff out and knew watching a guy shoot a big load with me fucking her would be hot. So, we all stripped. Mike jerked off his impressive member as I laid Jane down and peeled off her panties and ate her tight little pussy. Mike watched with his toes on the line as I lapped at her wet pussy. Jane had me lay down on my back and mounted me reverse cowgirl facing Mike. I whispered something maybe using protection. Just as she was about to slip her bare pussy lips over my dickhead, she paused and reached over for a condom. ‘Can’t be too careful,’ she chuckled as she unwrapped it and rolled it over my cock. I could hear her rolling her eyes at Mike. Jane slipped right down onto my sheathed dick. She was so wet that we didn’t need any lube at all. Sometimes, with condoms, she needed a bit of glide to get it in easily. I wasn’t exactly small, and she wasn’t exactly loose. I thought that if I wanted to fuck her butt sometime, this would be a way to get enough of her juices dripping to go for it. As soon as Jane had swallowed my full length inside her pussy, she came on my sheathed cock. I wondered if she was so turned on because of my fucking skills, or if it was because she had an audience for the first time. I knew she was watching Mike jerk off as she bounced up and down on my dick. That was the plan, right? Jane came on my cock and grimaced as she rode her orgasm. I let her recover for a few moments before rolling my hips forward into her faster and faster. Mike told her she looked so sexy stuffed with my dick. She moaned and leaned backwards onto my chest. Jane spread her legs wider and fingered her clit. She looked over her shoulder down at me and she moaned and asked if it would be okay for Mike to touch her clit. I agreed seeing no danger in my pal touching my girlfriend’s pussy. We hadn’t talked about that, but she was asking, and I was determined to respect her limits. Mike literally ‘crossed the line’ and reached out. As I fucked Jane, he flicked and frigged her clit. Mike’s fingertips occasionally brushed against my hard cock. I wasn’t bothered by it, and Jane seemed to be turned on by it. She muttered something like ‘two cocks. All that seed…’ I fucked Jane faster as she became sort of a rag doll, overstimulated by my dick in her pussy and Mike’s fingers on her clit. Jane shot out her arm and grasped Mike’s big leaking cock. She didn’t ask for permission; she just went for it. He shook his head ‘no,’ not because she’d broken a rule, but because she’d sent him over the edge. Mike took two big steps back to the line on the floor and groaned as he shot his load. I felt gobs of his spooge land on my cock and all over Jane’s stretched cunt lips. I started to cum at the same time, spilling my load into the trusty latex reservoir. As I hammered my hips to orgasm, I was likely fucking Mike’s cum into my girlfriend’s unprotected pussy. Jane fell asleep with a big smile on her face and a pussy smeared with Mike’s load and her copious juices. Shortly afterward, my cock went back to its normal size and slipped out of her. I was careful to pull my used rubber out of her so none of my seed spilled out. As Mike and I started pulling ourselves back together he pointed to Jane’s crotch. Out of my girlfriend’s freshly-fucked pussy, white gobs of cum were drooling out. I realized then that I’d basically bred her with Mike’s cum. Mike whispered a quiet ‘thanks’ as he headed out. I nodded, wondering if Jane would want more fun with Mike, or another guy anytime soon.

Part 52 - The First Stage Of Bagging A Prince By morning Mateo was up and bustling around getting prepared for the day ahead, it was still early and he decided to go down to the household dining room to get a coffee and was pleased to see Hannes sat there dressed in his guards uniform ready for his shift. Mateo grabbed a coffee and went over to the table where he was sitting. Hannes looked up and produced a huge smile inviting him to sit down. They spent a while chatting and drinking, Hannes mesmerised by the Mexican and just loved hearing him talk. He would ask Mateo how to say things in Spanish so he could at least throw some words that Mateo would understand. Several other household staff came and sat with them that Mateo had met on a few occasions, they were also showing a keen interest in learning some of his language as well. Finally persuaded by them to hold some language lessons a few evenings a week before realising the time when Hannes took his leave to start guard duty. Mateo also took his leave collecting the pot of coffee for Alex and Max as well as the others. He couldn't deny his attraction to Hannes to growing stronger every time they spent in each others company. Early April with warmer weather the snow was finally gone. Hannes and Mateo had been on several dates and it was going well, they had become very close and had an understanding of each other, he was definitely looking forward to their date that evening where Hannes was going to cook dinner for him. Secretly Mateo knew tonight was the night as he had been invited to stay over with Hannes. By mid morning that Friday Artem and Mateo were going over the budgets and the trip to Madrid later that month in more detail. Tom was spending more time picking up guys at the bar where he first met Hannes, he was excited as this weekend Gareth would finally be arriving to take up his position and hoped that finally with all their glances and innuendos that something might happen now. Tom and Mateo were so close as friends now they were often mistaken as a couple as they spent so much time together. Hannes loved watching them when they all had dinner together several nights a week in the household dining room. Max kissed Alex and went on his way to his office in the palace whilst Alex was out on an official engagement. Friday was often busy with the governor premier attending the palace for his weekly meeting with the king to discuss state affairs. Today though the governor premier was lunching with the king, queen and dowager queen, their usual once a month luncheon to discuss unofficial things in a light hearted manner. Max finished off his audit of the artwork in the east wing of the royal residence, this afternoon he was starting on the west wing. He was sat there pondering and mustering up the courage and finally at 12.30pm he walked out of the office and strolled along to the where two footmen stood outside the sovereign's office. He had never done this before so was unsure what the correct protocol was. "I wish to speak with the king" Max said looking at each of the footmen in turn. "The king is in council with the governor premier" the footman on the left replied bowing his head. Suddenly both footmen bowed "Your majesty" they said as the dowager queen approached. "Are you alright Max?" she asked noticing he looked nervous. Max bowed "Yes your majesty. I wanted to catch the king and governor premier together" he replied. "Oh! the dowager queen replied then it hit her, "Oh right!" she added wondering if this was it. "Please inform the king" she said to the footmen and the one on the left bowed. He went went inside "Sir Maximilian Westwood-Lymm..." he heard the footman starting to say. He appeared without finishing his sentence holding the door open for Max "The king and governor will see you". Max walked inside "Your majesty" he said bowing. The dowager queen continued on her way smiling. "Max do come in" the king said waving him over. Steven stood "Sir" he said bowing his head, "How lovely to see you". "Governor premier" Max replied shaking his hand and smiling affectionately at him. "Sit, sit" the king said sitting down, "This is a surprise Max, what can I do for you?" he asked. Max took a breath "Your majesty, May I request permission to propose to Prince Alexander". Steven glanced at the king for a response "You have my blessing Max" the king replied immediately. The king looked to the governor premier "Council has pre-agreed should this union materialise". "Really?" the king asked partly shocked but not surprised knowing how keen Steven was on this relationship. Steven nodded "Yes your majesty. They believe it is a most suitable union" he replied. The king smiled and looked at Max "Well, when do you intend to propose?" he asked. "Ah!" Max replied looking between them, "Can I take Alex to Mauritius and do it there?" he replied. The king laughed and the governor looked at him "Yes Max" Steven replied, "If the king agrees". The king smiled "Of course you may Max" he agreed, "You know the protocols though". Max nodded "Protection officers" he said, "I want to take him after the state visit to Spain". The king nodded again "I suggest end of June for the marriage" he added more of a command than suggestion. "Yes your majesty" Max replied laughing, "June it is then". "Splendid. I know the queen and dowager queen will be thrilled" the kind said. Max knew his time was up and stood bowing "Apologies for interrupting your majesty". "Just one thing Max" Steven intervened, "Do you like tennis?" he asked and the king laughed. Max nodded "Yes, I like to play when I have time" he replied standing there. "Good. Have you heard of the Monrovian Tennis Affiliation Club?" Steven asked. "No I don't think so" Max replied curiously. "I err... Purt you forward to be their new chairman and reinvigorate the club" Steven informed him. Max thought for a moment "Reinvigorate it how?" he now asked. "Make the championship international, bring sponsorship, prize funds" Steven suggested. "Right" Max said thinking, "You mean like the Paris open or Wimbledon?" he asked. Steven nodded "Exactly, but better. Put it on the map so to say" he said seeing Max was already in to the idea. "Okay" Max replied, "I like a challenge" he said, "Your majesty" Max bowed. Max left the room "I will convene the royal chamber council to discuss" Steven said quietly. "Good" the king replied, "I wish to invoke Sovereign Statute 10.5 with no amendments". Steven nodded "Most unusual situation we are in, it may take a while to pass" he replied. The king smiled "They won't have a leg to stand on so to say" he said confidently. "In what way your majesty?" Steven asked looking at him. He smiled again "Read the statute carefully. It is open in interpretation and non specific". Steven laughed "And is Max aware that is what is proposed?" he asked going serious again. The king was silent for a moment "I take that as a no then your majesty" he added smiling. The king shrugged "I have every confidence in the council and they will agree". "You mean who ever does not agree I should replace them" Steven said sitting back smiling. The king tutted "I never said that. But some of them have been around way too long. Maybe reinvigorate it" he laughed. The governor laughed loudly "If it was anyone else I would argue the case, but I stand by you" he replied. The king chuckled "Max might push back but I know the dowager queen can talk him around if needed". Max stood in the ornate corridor of the palace, it was all happening so fast now. He desperately wanted to speak to Artem but he was on the official engagement with Alex, his job to keep things on track and ensure the prince was where he was suppose to be at the right time. He needed to check the diary to make sure that after the Spanish state visit they could slip away for a couple of weeks. Max pulled his mobile phone out of his pocket and called Franco asking where he was, he hung up then walked towards the household part of the palace and wandered into the dining room to find Franco. His appearance was quite common yet it still embarrassed him when they all stood and nodded their heads at his arrival before sitting down again, no matter what he only saw himself as Max who felt awkward every time it happened. "What is the matter?" Franco asked after Max ordered some soup. "Nothing" Max replied, "We need to go shopping" he said. Franco sat back in his chair "What for?" he asked looking at Max. "You know" Max said trying to be very discreet staring intently at Franco. "Oh right!" Franco said quietly and smiled, "Eat your lunch then we can go". Max nodded "Not a word to anyone though" he stressed making sure Franco understood. "Max it goes without saying" Franco replied watching him , "Eat!" he said again. They set off just after 2pm knowing they had to be back by 5pm when Alex was scheduled to return to the palace. It didn't take long and as they were out they decided to swing past Josh's boutique to have coffee with him. The thought did cross Max's mind what he was going to wear on the day and he walked around looking at some the dress suits Josh was working on. He had already decided that he wanted Josh to make his suit for the day. Mateo left he palace at ten minutes to seven and walked along the path towards Sovereign Row. Knocking on the door Hannes opened it inviting him inside. The kissed briefly before he handed Mateo a bottle of wine for him to undo and pour whilst Hannes finished off dinner. It was certainly a different evening for Mateo, civilised and full of conversation it flowed by so quickly. Most of the time he was sat there semi erect just looking at Hannes and listening to him. They took their wine in to the lounge listening to some music whilst they continued chatting away until there was a pause. Hannes put his glass down "It has been along time since someone caught my attention". Mateo smirked "Tom not get your attention?" he asked watching Hannes chuckle. "Yes" Hannes replied, "But certainly not in the way you have. Like when you bumped in to me". Mateo looked shocked "No senor. You run and bang into me!" he replied then laughed. Hannes took his hand "How would you feel about dating me properly now. Be my boyfriend?" he asked. "I like very much" Mateo replied instantly, "I want to be your boyfriend" he added. Hannes took his glass and placed it by his then leaned over and kissed him softly. Mateo's body heaved in sexual excitement. Palpitations thumping through his chest and body, the Latin lover inside of him beginning to release in a desire for Hannes. He stood and held his hand out to Mateo, pulling him up gently they held hands and walked through the lounge then up the stairs and into the bedroom. Mateo took charge initially by pulling Hannes round and kissing him, his hand slipping down feeling his arse. Hannes giggled in the middle of their kiss but the arousal soon took over and he enjoyed the way Mateo was feeling him all over. Going against his nature of wanting to be top, he was happy to let Mateo take control. His reasoning was to see what he was dealing with having heard Tom talk about how passionate Mateo could be. Neither of them felt uncomfortable or nervous, they both wanted this now they were closer after their several dates. Hannes allowed himself to be coaxed on to the bed, slowly and seductively Mateo began removing his clothes and kissing every part of his body that got exposed. Laying their naked Hannes pulled Mateo on the bed and followed on by undressing him and applying the same soft tender kisses. He loved hearing him gasp quickly and softly as he landed each kiss. Mateo leaned up and kissed him and at the same time manoeuvring him on to his stomach. He kissed along his back up towards his neck, the muscles in his body tensing every time Mateo found a spot that Hannes reacted to, he was exploring and seeking out any weak spots in his new boyfriend. Hannes felt his warm breath and lips caressing at his neck, he raised his head turning it slightly about to speak only to be met by Mateo's lips rubbing against his until they parted and kissed. The longer they kissed the harder Mateo ground his hips against his arse. He could feel the excitement and arousal between Mateo's legs rubbing purposefully against him. Hannes couldn't tell what was happening, all he could fathom out was that this Latino lover had subdued him seamlessly in to a submissive desperate state, he was loving every second of it! He knew what was coming and bit down hard on the pillow under him feeling his cock working towards his hole. Mateo kissed the back of his neck and pushed down gently feeling the resistance and tightness of his arse, his precum moistening the lips allowing the head of his cock to slowly prise open his lover. He could feel Hannes tense up and moan in to the pillow before relaxing, taking his time Mateo was in no rush with him and he slowly eased his cock inside little by little. Hannes wriggled his hand finding Mateo's thigh he stroked it lightly, running his fingers along the buttocks. A long slow journey being explored between them until Hannes raised his head feeling the pubic hair against his hole. He felt no pain just a lust and desire for Mateo, locked together and sinking deeper in to a sexual connection. Mateo grimacing as he attempted to hold off from ejaculating, his desire was palpable and he closed his eyes trying to calm his body down. He rested on top of Hannes kissing him delicately on the neck until their eyes locked on to each other forging the sexual connection and affection they clearly held towards each other. His hips slowly and reassuringly began to move in deep caressing strokes, he was in no rush yet the eyes looking back at him showed a seductive adoration. Their warm bodies riding against each other as the minutes passed by, the pants and sensual moans floated softly around the bedroom. Without even needing to speed up or hit home harder Mateo naturally pushed his hips down against Hannes's arse, he moaned loudly grabbing Hannes's hands. He reacted pushing his arse up to meet Mateo's orgasm and turning his head. Mateo kissed him quickly, their lips touching and he let out a moan then kissed Hannes deep and thrusted his hips down harder releasing his seed quick pulsing successions. Hannes half closed his eyes gasping at the sheer power of his thrust and how he could maintain and hold the depth of his penetration reaching the peak of his orgasm, he felt every single contraction that raged from Mateo's cock. His hands moved from clasping to entwinning with Hannes's holding on to him, they kissed and it lasted longer than ever. Unable and not wanting to move Hannes had the most weirdly erotic feeling that seemed to float through his body touching every nerve in such a delicate way that had him trying to process everything that felt new and rejuvenating his soul. Mateo under no illusion that he would now be expected to play bottom carefully extracted his cock and kissed down the length of his back whilst doing so. Hannes kneeled up and they locked eyes on each other, he pulled Mateo closer and kissing him, slowly he began to coerce Mateo to turn around then gently encouraged him to lay on his stomach. He gasped and moaned wildly in an unexpected rush as Hannes assaulted his arse with his tongue. Licking over and over on his hole, prodding and wetting it. The last run of his tongue along his hole and over to his lower backed signified he was ready to engage him in sex. The sweetness of his kisses, the odd nip on his back that got higher and higher as Hannes worked up towards his neck kissing each tattoo the turned him wildly on. He sighed lovingly resting his head back on the bed at the first sign of his cock making contact with his arse. Sweeping gestures like a warning he was on his way excited Mateo, the head finally making contact with his hole, his body leaned forward angling his cock so it pointed downwards against his sweet Latino's hole. In all his patience at wanting to get at Mateo he never once saw the tattoos and only now as he was poised did he look at the randomness of them on his arms. Hannes shook his head and growled causing Mateo to chuckled and look back and up at him. their eyes fixing on each other again he pushed gently watching the expressions on Mateo's face change. First in surprise, then bewilderment and finally sexual greed that timed with him pushing his arse up abruptly. He let out a cry with an open mouthed smile on his face. Hannes slipped it in deeper, slowly but in one steady movement until he could go no further. His body lowered and slipping his arms under Mateo's body to hold him they kissed longingly for each other. He lacked control unlike Mateo and his thrusting automatically went from zero to ten in a few seconds, rapid bursts of energy expelling from his body straight down and into Mateo. And now he found he was desperate for Hannes to fuck him, his arse pushing up meeting each thrust that was rapidly being produced. Mateo moaned several time lifting his head off the bed, his body trapped in the arms of him only added to the sexual anticipation. He was not disappointed, Hannes knew how to deliver and satisfy a man, his head pressed against his own like Hannes had and needed to be closer to him. Managing to turn his head he got what he wanted finding Hannes's mouth, a gentle kiss then Mateo thrusted his tongue in angrily devouring the inside of his mouth. His hand grabbed hold of Hannes's by the neck keeping him in the kiss. Hannes moaned loudly and started pumping so fast that he shot his load, without even stopping during his ejaculation he continued fucking him. His arms closed in tighter around Mateo furiously fucking away, partly he was trying to see how much Mateo could take. Finally he broke away from the kiss and laughed dead weighting the Mexican under him. Mateo laughed realising that Hannes was testing his ability to take cock, without speaking a word panting heavily and giggling away to themselves. Hannes rolled over on to his back breathing heavily and smiling. Mateo leaned up on his elbows and looked at him. He turned to look at him and they both laughed and had a quick kiss. Mateo laid back down on his stomach facing Hannes "That was good" Mateo said sighing contently. He ran a finger over Mateo's back "It was amazing and awesome Mateo" he replied. Mateo ran finger over his lips lovingly "We dating properly then?" he asked. Hannes nodded "Definitely!" he exclaimed softly leaning closer and kissing him, "You staying?". "If you like me to" Mateo replied smiling. Hannes rolled on to his side and pulled Mateo up against him brining Mateo with him. After laying in this position caressing each other with tender fingers movements for some time, Hannes leaned over and turned the lamp off pulling the duvet up and wrapped his arms around Mateo. There was a comfortless that Mateo had never experienced before, he was sure he could feel that his heart was full of love for him. The warmth of their bodies touching soon had them both falling fast asleep. Tom yawned loudly looking over the grounds from his bedroom window, just within sight was the house in Sovereign Row and the protection officers car that Gareth was stepping out of. Unloading several large suitcases these were the last of his things as Gareth had now said good bye to his life in London. Max came out of the house to help carry in another case with Franco's help. Gareth looked around having that feeling he was being watched. His eyes drawn to the palaces west wing and figured it must be Alex waiting for his arrival meaning the return of Max back from the airport. Alex stood at the door watching Tom before walking in "Are you happy he is here?" he asked. Tom jumped and turned his head then smiled "Maybe" he said quietly turning back to watch. Alex joined him "He tried it on with me. So many times" he said putting his hand on his shoulder. Tom chuckled "And did you?" he asked looking curiously at him. "No, not even close. When I met him I met Max and only had eyes for him" Alex said dreamily. "And you found true love in him" Tom said finishing his sentence. "Yes, I knew then he was the one for me" Alex said smiling, "Maybe Gareth floats your boat". Tom glanced and shrugged "Who knows Alex" he replied, "Want to fuck when you man gets back?". Alex moved his hand down over Tom's arse squeezing it "Dam right!" he said grinning. "You are a right Royal tart!" Tom said smirking. Alex laughed "You never complain though when you get me under you" he remarked. Tom sneaked a kiss with Alex "Shall I get Max some food?" he asked. "I don't know. Text him and ask" Alex replied, "I am not doing your job for you!" he laughed. "Err..." Tom said wagging a finger, "It is Mateo's job, I am standing in for him remember". Alex nodded putting his arm around him "You upset about it?" he asked. Tom shrugged "A bit of me is" he replied looking out the window, "The age gap held me back". "Age is but a number Tom. If you love someone it should never play a material part" Alex said. "Everyone is getting hitched, I lost Nick and now Hannes to Mateo" Tom said sadly. "Ah Nick!" Alex cooed lovingly, "Man! Did he know who to make your eyes water" he laughed. Tom nodded "Yeah, amazing body as well" he said, "Marty could do that as well" he added. Alex laughed "He only had to speak and I trembled at the knees" he said causing Tom to laugh. "You never know though, Hannes and Mateo might not be closed off" Alex said giving Tom hope. "Like you and Max?" Tom asked and Alex nodded, "I tell you Hannes is a kinky guy" he added. "Oh!" Alex said looking surprised, "Come on in the suite and have a drink and tell me about it". Tom laughed and followed Alex, he had never divulged what went on between Hannes and him behind the bedroom door, not even to Mateo. He wondered now if Mateo was restrained to the bed then chuckled to himself, he was sure that Mateo would have Hannes restrained, after all he was no push over when it came to sex. By the time Max returned with Franco the found Alex laying on one sofa and Tom on the other laughing. Franco bowed and excused himself leaving the three of them alone. Tom looked up waving his hand "I forgot to text if you wanted any food" he said smiling. Max took his jumper off "I don't want anything to eat. Well apart from you both that is!". "Is he all settled in?" Alex asked without moving and pointing to his lips. Max walked over and kissed him "Yes and he is coming to movie night next week". "Good" Alex said moaning softly as Max worked his hands inside Alex's underwear. "Sex party more like!" Tom remarked, "As Marty will be there for his monthly sex with you both". Alex turned his head looking at Tom "You are no angel baby, bed hopping room to room" he said laughing. Tom chuckled "Tell me do they all bow and say thank you your royal highness afterwards?" he asked. Alex scoffed "Certainly not, they leave out the royal bit" he replied then burst out laughing. Max stood there with his hands on his hips "So who am I getting first?" he asked. They both jumped up off the sofas and dragged Max in to the bedroom who made feeble protests until the door was closed then he picked Alex up dropping him on the bed 'Wait your turn. Your highness' he said making Alex laugh, Max was about to go and free Tom of his clothes but when he turned around he was standing there naked with his cock pointing straight towards him. Tom laughed then pushed Max on the bed jumping him and kissing him madly whilst his other hand reached over undressing Alex who was in fits of laughter. Clothing flew in the air landing on the floor all around the bed, in his excitement Alex made the mistake of rolling over on his stomach to kiss Max and Tom advantage. He pounced on top of Alex and began nudging his cock inside, Alex moaned and tried lifting his head but Max held on and forced him to keep kissing him as Tom finally penetrated deep and began fucking him slowly at first. Alex and Max had learnt that Tom never took long to orgasm, especially with them, he loved their random sporadic hook ups like this. They were in essence his two biggest guilty pleasures in life having grown so close to them over the past months since that night in LA. He was never quiet when he was about to shoot and sure enough within five minutes he body tensed, hips thrusted down hard releasing his load deep inside Alex. Almost ritual like Max knew he was next before they got their turn on him. Slipping out of Alex he was still rock hard and moved over twisting Max on to his stomach. Bracing himself Max giggled and moaned loudly feeling his cock opening his hole and penetrating him. The hand pushing his head down against the mattress to quieten him down, learning from experience that Max could be howler when he was full on fucking him. Alex rolled on to his side watching, he loved being able to see Tom's young body in action and thankful he got it first tonight since Tom usually hung off a bit longer on whoever went second. It was a good fifteen minutes before Tom's body tensed up again then collapsing on top of Max grinding his cock deep inside releasing his second load. Alex commenting that it was a record he held on so long. Whilst Tom was still inside Max allowing his orgasm to subside Alex sneakily moved and laid on top of him crushing Max under them both. Somewhere down below Max was in fits of giggles getting an accidental second fuck from Tom whilst Alex fucked him. Halfway through Tom moaned and Max could feel is cock pulsing again, Alex had started fucking Tom harder which brought him over the edge shooting another load in Max. His actions of clenching his arse as he hit orgasm pulled on Alex's cock that brought him to orgasm shooting inside Tom them collapsing on top. The three of them then burst out laughing as they disentangled themselves from each other. Tom laid in the middle with his arms around both Alex and Max taking it in turn kissing them both. Alex yawned loudly and sat back watching Max fuck Tom. Hardly able to keep his eyes open Alex drifted off as soon as Max was done. They both looked over at Alex and giggled but allowed him to sleep since he had been in official engagements all day. Instead they kissed and fondled each other for a while then Max moved over and cuddled up next to Alex with Tom spooning him from behind.

This is my first attempt at fiction on this site. It has percolated in my head for many years, and the giddy desire of a new young member of BreedingZone has inspired me to put the words to paper. One of my earliest fantasies was to get gangbanged and raped by a group of men inside a church late at night on a dark moonless night. And i would recognize a few of the faces as the local priests. Even the parish curiote is there and i think the bishop is here also. They are chanting gregorian verses and I know from my latin classes that they are glorifying the dark Lord and that i am to be his sacrifice tonight. They pick me up naked and lie me down on the altar with my legs facing the sacristy. The Bishop opens my legs and uses a golden cross to open my ass wide open. Another blackrobed priest comes up is holding a small golden rod. It looks like a pen or a toothbrush. It has a funny round head that has little needles on a round head. He inserts it into my rectum. The little needles make tiny cuts in my ass lips and inside my colon. The pain is sharp but i have a glassy smile on my face. I am enjoying this. I asked for this. And now another priest comes forward holding an incense burner. He lifts the top half of the burner to reveal a small glass pipe, a small vial which contains white crystals and a strange looking cigarette lighter. The gregorian chat continues and i can understand the word « donum, donum ». I’m trying to remember my latin... GIFT! It means GIFT! The priest takes the small glass pipe and the small vial of white crystals. He takes off a tiny cork lid from the vial and pours some of the crystals into a tiny hole that is at the top of the glass pipe. He then replaces the vial into the incense burner and takes the lighter thing in its place. He turns to the head priest who takes a brass container that has been placed before him by yet another priest in black robe. I just realized that their robes are open and I can see that they are naked underneath. I can see some white scranny diseased bodies. But i also see some muscular, well defined bodies with golden colours. Some are light brown. None have tan lines in the groin area. And i can see three black bodies. As black as India ink. And i can see their manhoods. Their Big Beautiful Black Cocks. They are half erect. The way you know that a man is becoming aroused but is not yet ready to fornicate. The old priest opens his robe (a soutane we called it when I was a young altar boy of 13 years old and would serve early morning mass with Father Bob) and he parts the black cloth to expose a huge cock. Even flaccid it looked more like a salami than a cock. He stuck his cock into what I finally recognize as a chalice. He begins to pee into the chalice. A dark yellow-greenish urine that was quickly filling the Rather large vessel used to contain small pieces of dry bread called hosts. He just kept pissing to overflowing and another priest fell down on his knees to start licking the floor and make sucking noises like he was eating his lunchtime soup. Finally relieved of all his urine, the old priest came forward closer to me and he took the small glass pipe and the lighter. His face came in close to mine, he was talk and could lean over and towered over my head still on the altar. “Now my Son, all this has been clearly explained to you am I correct?” “You know what is happening and what will happen next?” “Just to be clear, let me recapitulate. You have been chosen amongst all of the willing novices to be in this most unholy of ceremonies tonight, to be visited by the Dark Lord”. And you know what will happen here tonight, correct?” I nodded yes and tried to speak to a garbled croaky« yes » indeed I had been told. All of the novices who were here in Rome and now belonged to the Order of the Unholy Trinity knew about this special ritual. We were about 20 young men who varied in age from 18 to 23. I was 22 and one of the oldest. I was also somewhat more mature. I was beginning to lose my young boy twinkish look. I was beginning to fill out as a man. My muscles were developing under the hard work and tutelage of the priests in the art of body conditioning and development. My cock which was always fairly sizeable, was now developing into a true horse cock. It was very thick and dark. Darker than my golden skin on the rest of my body. And when fully erect my cock had been measured by the other boys in the order at 9.5 inches. Just silly boy games to see who had the biggest one. Alas i wasn’t the winner. That honour went to my buddy and roommate Henri. He was this good looking Boy from Paris. We were forbidden to engage in sex with other novices, but Henri and I couldn’t resist some fun late at night in the silence of our small stone room that looked more like a prison cell. And we were treated like prisoners. The priests would lock our doors from the outside after evening prayers. And we knew we would not get caught because you could hear anyone coming down the hall from a mile away. And someone did come every night. We could hear the footsteps, then the keys clattering in the lock. A short whispered order to wake up and follow the priest. And the footsteps away. And eventually we all passed our turn at least once or month and possibly twice as the rotation went. But i digress. The old priest said softly « tonight you have been selected for your ultimate challenge. The conclave is in agreement that you are ready to become a full member of our Order. Tonight you will meet the Dark Lord and he will ensure that you become a permanent member of the Order. ». I nodded in agreement. The mild sedative that i was given earlier was beginning to have effect. But just slightly. I still had all my wits about me. This would be the first day of my new vocation. All of us novices came from various parishes in North America, Europe, Africa and Asia. We had been nominated and recommended by our parish priests. Mine was Father Bob. When my family moved to a new city, my mother was anxious to get me involved in church life. She always hoped and prayed that one of her two boys would one day become a priest. So she was overjoyed when she found out I had been chosen over all the other altar boys to celebrate morning mass, every day, with Father Bob. My mind began racing about my time with Father Bob, but the old priest was murmuring in my ear. « First we shall smoke of the crystal collected from the underworld. I will cook the crystals and then create beautiful blue clouds to swirl around my head. I will inhale and then blow the smoke into your open mouth as you inhale deeply. And you will hold this blessed smoke until i tell you to exhale. We shall do this three times. Then I will turn the pipe over to you and we shall cook the crystals of the Dark Lord’s love together, and you will create blue clouds and you will inhale the smoke three times. And you will do like me and exhale into my mouth. Once this is complete, the Dark Lord will arrive, in all of his magnificent sexual glory. Do not be afraid of him. He comes for you. For your greater glory. And so we smoked. We shotgun the blue smoke. I immediately began to tingle. I could feel a stirring in my ass. After i smoked from the pipe three times and held my breath for what seemed like an eternity, I began to feel warm. Open to everything and to all possibilities. Then I could hear footsteps. The dozen or so priests in the dark robes made a path for someone arriving. He was massive. He was at least 6 foot 7. He wore a golden and crimson red cape. He was essentially naked except for the black leather and gold arm braces and the belt around his waist. And then i saw it. It was massive. Even Henri was a dwarf next to this monster of manhood. His skin was red. Fire red. His face was large and somewhat grotesque. He had yelow-green eyes slitted like a cat. He had beautiful white teeth. Two black horns sprouted out of his glossy curly hair He looked at me on the altar. He looked at my damaged pussy that was dripping little streams of blood. He licked his lips and I could see that his tongue was split. Like the forked tongue of a snake. He grabbed behind him and in his hand he started to caress a red tail that looked like it was made from leather to create whips. And at the end it was pointed. It look sharp. « So Jeremy, » he said to me softly. Are you ready for the rest of your life in the service of the being we hold in total rapture ? In order to fully enjoy your sacrifice, i will offer you more of the Lord’s crystals of love. I can administer them in two ways. I can put a large amount of crystals on the head of my penis which will have been moistened first in the chalice of Monseignor Antonio’s urine and then i will shove it into your tender and abused mankunt This will be very painful because the crystals will burn your raw skin and my cock will stretch your beautiful ass like it has never been stretched before. Or i can inject a nice dose of liquified crystals into your veins which will bring you instant gratification and euphoria leading to the next steps of our ceremony. Which do you chose Jeremy? ». Softly i replied « I will take your cock Sir ». « «What! He Screamed! I can’t hear you! ». I yelled louder « I chose your cock oh great Dark Master and Lord! » TO BE CONTINUED

I was traveling this past weekend to visit a friend who lives in Rehoboth and passed by Harrisburg, PA on my way through. There's a sex shop off the highway that I've always seen but never stopped in, but this time I was determined to check it out. When I arrived, there were 2 other cars there. I assumed one belonged to the worker and the other was a customer, so I figured maybe I'd at least to get suck one cock. I went inside and saw the video arcade immediately to the left. It took bills so I didn't even walk up to the guy at the counter, just ducked in to the left and started looking around. It was somewhat dark inside, and I noticed the booths were "buddy booths" where each booth had 1 screen to the left and the right and a small cubby area where you could stand to stroke your cock, either privately or to put on a show for your neighbor. I didn't see anyone else around so I ducked into a nearby booth, took the screen to the left, and put in a dollar. Scrolling through the videos, I found a nice one of a hot bear getting plowed raw by a muscular daddy. I pulled out my cock and started rubbing it when I saw a guy come into my booth and take the screen to the right. He was older, maybe late 50s/early 60s, grey and average build. He eyed up my (8" cut) cock as I was stroking it and pulled his own out. Seeing his daddy cock lit the hunger in me, I zeroed in my focus on his dick and licked my lips before getting down on my knees and taking it into my mouth. I was so horny, on my knees jerking my dick with a fat cock in my mouth where anyone could walk up on us. After a few moments of hungrily devouring his cock, he pulled me up to him to kiss me deep. I turned around and stepped back in the cubby space on my side of the booth, showing him my ass. He came up close behind me and bit down gently on my neck while he was rubbing my hole with his finger. I reach back and found his cock, positioning it at my pussy. He rubbed the head around but didn't seem to indicate that he wanted to fuck. I was a little disappointed but still turned on. Just then, another man came walking into our booth and found me up against the wall with my pants down, and another man behind me with his pants down as well. He assumed I was getting fucked, and said how hot it was. He was pretty hot- tan, fit, maybe early-mid 40s with short dark hair. Wearing a dark blue polo tucked into tan khakis, he looked like he was on his way home from work. He unzipped his fly and whipped out his cock, it was beautiful. About 8", cut, big low hanging balls, nice dark bush. I immediately turned around and bent over, sucking it into my mouth while the man behind me continued to rub his cock on my hole. The new guy still thought I was getting fucked and was asking him about how my ass felt, was I tight, was he fucking me good, etc. I was a bit coy and didn't wanna disappoint him, so I just kept sucking his dick and licking his balls. He kept calling me boy and himself daddy - it was really turning me on. He bent down to whisper in my ear how he wanted to bring me back to his house and breed the fuck out of my hole. At one point another, older man came upon our little scene but 'daddy' was being kind of protective over me and not letting him join in, only watch. Honestly that turned me on even more with him acting like I was his property after only knowing me for a few minutes. The new older guy was enjoying the show at least, and kept egging the other two on. They all commented on how much of a slut I was and how much i loved getting used by these strangers in a sex shop. Eventually, the man behind me got a bit tired or something and kind of stopped playing with my hole. I stood up straight to stretch a bit and daddy got down on his knees and took my dick in his mouth. Normally I don't like to cum first until I've satisfied my tops, but this guy was hot and I wanted to please him, so I gave him my load all over his face like he wanted. I was pretty bummed when he zipped up and left pretty quickly after that - I looked for him after, but he was gone. I really wanted his dick in me. Probably about 15 minutes had passed with the three of us in the booth. I walked back out after straightening my clothes and noticed a few more guys lingering about the common area. Two were guys of hispanic descent and the third was a muscle white guy in an orange tank top. Even though I had just cum I was still horny and determined to get at least 1 load before I hit the road. Walked into the bathroom briefly to look in the mirror and blow my nose (was running a bit from deep throating daddy's big dick) and headed back out. I didn't see the muscle stud, so I ducked into a booth and started rubbing my dick through my shorts. Before long, one of the latino guys came up in my booth and wasted no time pulling out his cock. It was nice and hard, cut, about 6". Wanting to get to the point, I got right on my knees and started sucking. From the corner of my eye, I saw him motioning with his hand like he was beckoning someone else over. Suddenly, the muscle stud came up next to him and I was so happy - i wanted him badly. I started rubbing the front of his shorts and felt a nice bulge. The latino guy was positioning himself back behind me in the cubby area, and starting to play with my hole while I freed the muscle man's cock from his pants. I gasped at how thick it was, and how big his balls were. It wasn't the longest cock, but its girth and his giant balls were incredible. "It's so big..." i said. "Yea" was all he said in response. I bent over and took in my mouth while the latino guy took this chance to briefly eat out my hole. Soon, I felt his cock at my entrance. Without asking, or any mention of condoms or status, he slid in my ass raw and started to fuck me. I was tight and taken a bit by surprise, but also extremely turned on at being used like this, so I pulled up a bit and leaned all my weight fully against the muscle stud's strong chest as I took his friend's quick thrusts up my hole. Muscle boy pulled me up for a kiss, which was surprisingly tender, as his latino friend started to pick up the pace in my hole. After a minute or two, he started to cum in me, again with asking or saying anything. When he was done, he turned me around so my back and ass were facing the muscle stud, and pulled my head down on his nipples to suck. He whispered in my ear to "hold my pussy open for his dick" as I felt muscle dude moving up behind me to mount my ass. I was scared because of how big it was and how tight I was, but they didn't care. He slid into my used hole without waiting for permission and I started to moan pretty loudly with how thick it was. He started picking up his pace after a minute and I could feel his giant balls slapping against my ass as he fucked me. It was incredibly hot. After another minute or two, he announced he was getting ready to cum. He looked over to his friend who was in front of me, holding me as I got fucked, saying "gonna breed him". A few seconds later he let out several manly grunts and deposited his stud cum deep in my faggot pussy. Like a good whore I thanked them as they pulled up their pants and left me dripping cum in the booth. As I was walking out behind them, I saw them leaving together. Not sure if they're a couple, or just some buds that like to fuck sluts together, but either way it was the hottest double breeding i've had in a long time.

A 19 year old in neighborhood graduated school Sunday .I asked him what he wanted for graduation I was thinking something for college etc I did know he was gay he replied he wanted to try to top bareback. He came over last night. When he undressed he had a thick 6 inch dick. long story short he fucked me 4 times I feel asleep He work me up with a nibble on my neck and his dick up my ass pumping in number 5

Mr. Miller strapped Brian’s hands and legs in the harness, caressing his slave’s skin as he went. Some masters tattooed their slaves. Others even branded him. Both ideas made his cock throb. A biohazard tattoo was surely going to happen, but Mr. Miller didn’t know just how far he wanted to go. He would use Brian beyond merely fucking him; he would have him go out and buy him things, run errands, all the things that wasted his valuable time, so he couldn’t send him out with tattoos all over his face, attracting attention. Still, something permanent, something other than his strain, would get his blood flowing each time he saw it. It would take some planning on his part. Once Brian was restrained, Mr. Miller lined his cock up with his hole, a glob of precum oozing out. “I hope for your sake, you’ve been a bottom slut with an open pussy to any and all men, opening you up, because other than my precum, there will be no lube.” He shoved forward, the head of his cock sliding past Brian’s initial ring and causing his slave to arch his back in pain. The trance kept Brian under Mr. Miller’s control, but it didn’t stop him from feeling pain and reacting to it. It just stopped him from running away from what he secretly wanted. Mr. Miller could have told his slave to let him inside, to relax his muscles, but the resistance caused the nerves of his cock to scream out in pleasure. The young man had said that he wasn’t a virgin, but he clearly wasn’t fucking as much as other college students. Years ago, Mr. Miller had been fucking one of his students every day for half a semester; that was before he was poz or had been able to create videos hypnotizing his prey. The last he heard, that student had moved to California, stared in a few pornos, and then vanished. He had been a good fuck, but his need to be equally pleasured had been such a hassle. Perhaps that is why Mr. Miller had set out to find a way to make fucking all about himself. After years of cycling through men, he learned that he only cared about his own dick. Brian’s hole slowly opened up to Mr. Miller’s thick cock, but the way his legs and arms shook with every inch forced inside, it was clearly painful. Veins started showing along his body from the strain. There were poppers in the cabinet, but Mr. Miller rarely used them on slaves. There were times when he wanted them spun out, but this wasn’t the time. He wanted his slave to feel everything. Being numb was not allowed in sex. Mr. Miller stopped forcing himself in once his cock was halfway inside Brian’s hole. The slave’s body was covered in sweat, glistening under the red light. The trance kept its hold, but a look of pain and pleasure still spread across Brian’s face. Without the television in front of him, the pain would bring to the surface a bit of Brian’s uncontrolled mind. Not enough for him to fight back, but enough to cry out in ecstasy when the time was right. Even with the gag, he would cry. “Have you ever had a dick this big before, slave?” Mr. Miller asked, slowly pulling his dick out. Brian shook his head. “And does my dick live up to what you always imagined?” He nodded. “Do you want my poz cum?” He nodded again, vigorously. “Good,” Mr. Miller said, knowing his slave would get it regardless of his answer. Even under the red light, he could see streaks of blood already covering his dick. Brian’s sensitive skin was making his job all too easy. He’d be a toxic slut in no time. If the plan hadn’t been for Brian to drop out of college, having him on campus for all the young men to fuck and contract Mr. Miller’s strain would have been a great idea. Perhaps, he thought, we can still make that happen. He shoved his dick back into his slave’s hole, moving beyond where he had stopped before. Brian’s body shook, his back trying to lift out of the harness as his legs and arms tried hard to escape their restraint. What remained of Brian was trying to fight back. Clearly, under normal circumstances, Brian would have run for the hills if Mr. Miller had tried fucking him this way without putting him in a trance. There were few men who could take his dick, and even fewer who could do so without lube. Luckily, his bottoms made their own lube one way or another. “Time to bottom out,” Mr. Miller said, shoving the rest of his dick into Brian’s ass. As his balls slapped against his slave’s ass, Brian’s eyes rolled back into his head. There was no scream, even with the ball gag in place. The trance removed his ability to scream unless requested. And while Mr. Miller loved to hear his slaves and any man scream when he fucked them, the room they were in wasn’t soundproofed. The basement, on the other hand, where Brian would be living, was a different story. He could do whatever he wanted to his slave there without anyone hearing a thing. Mr. Miller reached a hand out and wrapped his fingers around Brian’s throat. “I won’t choke you yet,” he told his slave, holding on as he slowly slipped his dick out of the young man’s hole and shoved it back inside. Brian’s body shuddered with each forceful entry, a groan escaping. “You like having that gag in your mouth?” Mr. Miller asked. Unable to speak, his slave nodded. “Would you like your own balls in your mouth?” He nodded again. “Maybe we’ll get them long enough so you can manage to get them in your mouth. Haven’t seen that done before. I know several men who would pay big bucks to see a video of you trying.” The video from his office had already been sent to several men who Mr. Miller knew, all of whom were Masters themselves. Mr. Miller created hypnosis videos for them for the right price, though everything truly special he kept for himself. Already since that afternoon, Mr. Miller had received messages congratulating him on his new slave. Everyone was impressed. Mr. Miller’s thrusts were no longer being met with the same resistance as before. A combination of his precum and Brian’s blood allowed for a persistent rhythm to be created. It had been almost two weeks since Mr. Miller had fucked someone (his neighbor Matt), and several days since he had jerked off. He had been saving up his load so he could fill Brian’s hole with as much toxic cum as possible. Normally, he was a huge shooter, but after days of buildup, he’d be a fucking geyser. It would take some time before he’d know if his slave was pozzed, but there was little doubt in his mind that he wouldn’t manage the task that night. His track record proved this. Many a one-night stand contacted him, telling him that he had pozzed them. A few had been angry, most worshiped at his feet, no trance required. “Your pussy feels so fucking good,” Mr. Miller said, the hand not around Brian’s throat now taking hold of his slave’s balls. “Understand, slave, that you no longer have an asshole. You have a pussy. It’s made to be fucked.” Brian tried to say something, but the gag kept him muffled. “What was that?” Mr. Miller taunted. “Did you try to say, ‘My pussy is made to be fucked by your enormous cock, Master,’?” Brian nodded. “That’s right. Your whole body was made for me,” Mr. Miller said. “Your mind, no one gives a shit about. It’s worthless. Just look at the grade you deserved in my class. Pathetic. Your body, however, is the only thing that matters, and it’s mine.” His hand could feel how hard his slave was trying to catch his breath. His Adam’s Apple kept moving along his palm. Mr. Miller squeezed a bit tighter. “You know, a man’s neck was made to be used as a hold,” he told his slave. “A top needs something thick to hold onto.” He looked down at Brian’s cock which was swelling within the cock cage, bits of flesh sneaking out as his dick cried to be released. “So is a man’s dick when you have them in a sling. You grab on and use it to fuck harder.” He squeezed Brian’s balls again, another wave of pain coursing through his slave’s body. “The balls, on the other hand, are simply fun to torture.” As he continued fucking his slave, Mr. Miller noticed something which made his dick even harder. Each time he bottomed out, there was a slight movement in his slave’s abdomen. His dick was so long and Brian’s body so skinny, that he could see his dick moving inside his slave’s gut. It almost looked as if an alien was trying to get out. Mr. Miller released Brian’s throat and instead focused his attention on his slave’s balls. As before, he gripped around the scrotum and made them tight, the two egg-like balls veiny and visible. “Have you ever wondered why our testicles, the most delicate part of the male anatomy, hangs outside the body?” Brian shook his head. “So I can do this.” Mr. Miller slapped Brian’s balls, watching as his slave jumped in the sling, his pulling causing more pain as his master’s hold remained firm. “You’ll learn to love that feeling. You’ll get off on it. You’ll feel honored when I torture your balls. You’ll want me to stand on them, crushing them like grapes. It’ll get you off.” Brian’s body continued to shake as Mr. Miller fucked him. He could tell that he was about to cum. He dropped Brian’s balls and grabbed hold of his neck again, this time using both hands. His grip was stronger this time, the veins along his slave’s neck jutting out. “I’m going to give you my toxic load, slave,” Mr. Miller said, thrusting harder, trying to make as much damage inside as possible. “You’re going to take my poz cum and make it into a depraved creation, taking over your body.” His grip tightened as his balls rose up, waves of pleasure spreading from his groin and reaching every part of his body. “Fuck. I’m going to cum. I’m gonna cum. I’m cumming! I’m CUMMING!” He burrowed himself deep into his slave’s ass and held still, feeling himself shoot ten shots of cum into Brian’s bloodied ass. His hands released his slave’s neck and grabbed hold of his nipples, twisting them. A shudder rushed over Brian as a tiny bit of cum leaked out of his caged cock, pooling and then running down his side onto the floor. “What a pathetic last neg load,” Mr. Miller said. “I’m going to pull out of your pussy. Don’t let any of my cum escape.” He pulled out his dick and felt his slave’s hole close tight, not a single drop leaking out. He went to the cabinet and removed two items: a butt plug and a toothbrush. “Let’s make sure we fulfill your fantasy,” Mr. Miller said, holding the toothbrush out for Brian to see, knowing there would be no reaction. He shoved the bristled end into his slave’s ass and started scraping inside as hard as he could. Brian’s body shuddered, but he didn’t fight. This toothbrush was lucky, having been used on several men, all of whom converted. If it ain’t broke, Mr. Miller thought. After almost three minutes of constant brushing, Mr. Miller removed the brush and examined the bristles. Even under the red light, he could see blood. “Perfect,” he said, placing the toothbrush on Brian’s stomach and shoving the butt plug inside his pussy. Just as with Mr. Miller’s dick, his slave put up a bit of a resistant fight. “This will keep my gift where it needs to be,” he said. “My cum is the most precious substance to you. It’s more precious than water or food to you. You crave my cum. Understand?” His slave nodded. “What you experienced tonight was loving,” Mr. Miller said. “You’ll see my brutality soon enough, so treasure these moments when you can. However, you’ll learn to love everything I do to you because all you crave is my attention.” He removed the gag from his slave’s mouth and threw it to the floor. “Open,” he said, grabbing Brian’s chin with one hand and the toothbrush in the other. Mr. Miller inserted the bristles into his slave’s mouth and started brushing his teeth. “What you’re tasting is the delicious delicacy of my poz cum and your blood. Enjoy it. You’ll be craving this flavor soon enough.” Mr. Miller undid the restraints and helped his slave out of the sling. Brian was a bit unsteady on his feet, but he managed to stay upright as Mr. Miller went to the cabinet and retrieved a collar. It wasn’t one of the ones which was made of rough material, certified to make a slave bleed, but it was made of leather and was one of Mr. Miller’s favorites. He put it around Brian’s neck and pulled tight, watching as it pressed into the skin. His slave could still breathe, but it would cause him some discomfort. “On all fours,” Mr. Miller commanded. His slave complied, slowly moving down onto his hands and knees, the butt plug sticking out of his pussy. “Follow me,” Mr. Miller said, turning and leaving the room. Brian followed as quickly as he could, crawling on his hands and knees a new experience. He followed his Master down the hall to a door on which more locks were seen. “This is where you will live from now on,” Mr. Miller said, opening the door to reveal wooden stairs leading down to the basement. “Since I’m a kind Master, I’ll allow you to walk down rather than crawl.” Brian stood up and followed Mr. Miller downstairs where there was a room containing more slings, more benches, a mattress covered in stains, a crate, chains on the walls, and several television screens mounted in each corner. The air was cold, causing Brian’s nipples to harden and his cock to shrink. “This is where you sleep,” Mr. Miller said, pointing to the crate. It was big enough to fit a person, but it would be a tight fit. “And to make sure that we keep you under my control,” he went to the televisions and turned them on, the same strobe effect and noise from the living room appearing on each screen. “Even while you’re asleep, the messages within the videos will enter your mind, changing it, poisoning it. There is no escaping my purpose. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” the slave said, his voice raspy. Mr. Miller went to a chest in which he kept several items of apparel. The one he wanted was at the top since he had thrown it there only the day before. It was the jock strap he had worn every day to the gym for the past month. It was stained with sweat, piss, and cum. It reeked, but the odor made his cock hard. “You will wear this,” he said, handing his slave the jock strap. “Anything I give you to wear will contain my scent. You will get high off of my stench. You will crave me more than life itself. Is this what you want, slave?” “Yes, Master. It is all I want.” The slave took the jock strap and put it on, the pouch looking a bit odd with the cock cage inside. “Get inside,” Mr. Miller said, opening the cage door. Brian crawled back onto his hands and knees and entered the cage, his Master locking it behind him. Mr. Miller left the basement, the lights turned off with the television screen still playing the video. Brian curled up on the floor of the cage, his eyes focused on the television screen, his body not only soaking in the subliminal messages from Mr. Miller but also his Master’s toxic cum.

I usually send a pic my my dick in chastity. Total tops are rare. When you find one that does not want to see your dick you should lock him down. Lol

This post, and the response, reminds me of a saying: ”When you call for attention, you can’t hang-up!”

Last night a guy who had fucked me several years ago texted me. He was in town Did I remember him? Could we hook up again. I do remember him and invited him over. About 30 min later he arrived. He loves to rim an ass and he did for 10 min. Then he pushed that big dick of his in. I had forgotten how big it was so I asked him to let me get used to it. I did and it was great. He fucked me for 15 min till he pumped his cum in me. He stayed in and pumped another load. We lay on the bed with his dick inside me. I a few minutes he got hard again and shot a third load in my ass He was as great as I remember him

That Alpha aesthetic of MAGA is your perception. How are they to answer yes or no if they don’t agree with your premise?

I'll agree with that, since the actual number isn't what's really being asked. What the Top really wants to know, is the bottom committed enough to his Lusts to need, want many Cocks pumping loads up his Hole. Most Tops are excited by a bottom that simply loves raw Cock rutting in his Hole. What's really being asked, disguised as x number of loads, is simply "Are you (the bottom) so in love with raw Cock that you'll take any/all Cocks, take their loads, and joyfully so? After all - somebody's gotta be the first of the night ..... It's the behavior that counts, not the actual number of loads.

I don't know how I manged to miss last Friday's chapter but what a treat it was to binge on two chapters this evening. Mateo's integration into the Royals household was seamless. Mateo and Hannes make a good match but I think Tom is still carrying a torch for our Latin whiz kid. Will Tom and Gareth fit or will he match up better with Nick? Just when I have my mind made up on things you always manage to outwit me with another twist in this tale. 🙂

Their stupidity is a huge turn OFF I'd rather jack off for the rest of my life then have sex with some maga looser.

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I lied I got motivated and got it done today Across the shower, I heard Jalen cum inv Mark’s ass while Jamie beat his load into the drain while he finished lapping Jalen’s scrumptious ass. The two black power tops showered and took a moment to drain their cocks on us as we three sub sluts let their piss flow over us and then down the drain. After they left, the three of us showered separately until Mark got a hard on from fingering the loads from his ass. I was still horny. So, I asked him to fuck me under the shower while I sucked off Jamie. Pozzed Cheerleader 8 After we were done in the shower Ty and Jalen were just wrapping up. Ty looked at me and said, “I’ve had both you and your girl on my cock…you were better!” I smiled taking that as a compliment, but I knew his DNA was in me and I could almost bet mine was in him. Just by the law of transfer via Mark and Jamie a part of me was in Jalen too. I knew it was just a matter of time. The rest of the week was pretty much the same when I was not in class or practice. I was cruising one of the many hook-up spots on campus taking some anon cock in the mouth or ass. I lost count of the amount of cock I took that week in new or repeat form from Jalen and Ty to the copious amounts I was getting in the stalls. I knew one thing. I was not missing my ex and according to Ty and Jalen she was not missing me. She was spending an inordinate amount of time at the Alpha house. An all-black frat house on campus, who was known for fucking white girls and even some white bois. We had another home game that Saturday, and I got a call from George to wear the buttplug while I cheered on Saturday and to recruit another guy for Saturday night. There were going to be two new guys there as well as the first 4 that were there and Jamie was bringing Mark. I thought about Jalen since he loved getting his ass eaten so much. I thought it would be an easy conversion. After the game, Jamie and I cornered him in the locker room and got him to agree to show up. We lost again which was becoming the norm for our team. George came down to the field to talk to the coach, but he stopped by Jamie and I. We pointed out the new guys we were bringing. He seemed pleased with our choices. We all showered, stowed our gear and the 4 of us decided to go for a drink before the party. Jamie and I were mum on the details on the party, but assured them they would have a good time. We knocked on the suite door right at the time we were told to. Dan answered the door naked sporting a hefty hard on. Jalen looked at me with a look of “WTF did I get him into”. I just winked, smiled and led him into the suite. George, Dan, Mike and Javon along with two other black guys with some form so biohazard tats on them. I barely caught their names of Ali and Darrel before I had Ali’s 9inch prick in my mouth. George took an immediate liking to Jalen and had him naked with his ass up in the air with George licking and slowly fingering his black ass. I secretly hoped they did not fuck the agressive top out of him. I really enjoyed his red bull can sized cock. Jamie was sucking on Mike and Darrel. While Mark was naked and on the bed with Javon and Dan. Damn, these poz daddies work fast. I had Ali at full staff. He had a thick 9inch dark brown cock. While I was sucking him someone had been fingering my hole. They had two fingers with lube up my ass. Ali got up on the bed and ordered me to get on and ride his cock. I got up to ride him cowboy style with my hands on his sexy muscular chest, but he ordered me to ride him reverse cowboy style. I slid my cunted ass down his long pole. I stared Jalen dead in the eyes. I wanted him to see the pleasure on my face. Javon handed me a little brown bottle of poppers. I took a deep inhale and slowly rode Ali’s massive cock. My cock was rock hard and jutted out in front of me. Jamie was being spit-roasted between Mike and Darrel. Near him was Mark taking cock at each end from Javon and Dan. Jalen was still on the couch, but was grinding on George’s cock. His transformation was going as planned. The room wreaked of sex. The bottle of poppers found their way around to Jalen. He inhaled deep just as George aimed his cock into his hole. Jalen slowly lowered himself onto George’s big dick. He was acting as if he was in a trance. Almost like he was willing to allow himself to be forced down on George’s dong. He could not help himself. He was acting like a wanton slut. I have been there. I am there. All around the room every hole that was to be filled was filled with what I could only assume to be a poz cock. Adding Mark and Jalen to the poz club. I wondered when I was going to convert. I was beyond knowing who my poz daddy was going to be since I have taken so many loads in the last week. Ali flipped me over on my back and pounded his steely rod into me. Growling that he was going to knock me up. He was going to fuck all the bottom sluts in the room tonight, but he wanted me to have his first, his biggest load of the night. It was a 6-day poz load that he had been saving up just for me. He wanted to breed my ass ever since George had pointed me out at the beginning of the season as one of the boys they wanted to convert this year. They thought I would take a little more convincing than it did. They had no idea I was such a faggot slut for cock. I just moaned my approval and begged for his hot load. Jalen was bouncing up and down on George’s cock while his own protruding member leaked his last negative load. Mark was still being double-teamed as was Jamie. Mark and Jamie had been moved to the same bed and all four guys were rotating around the duo taking turns at fucking Mark’s ass then moving over to Jamie’s and then moving to Jamie’s mouth and so on. If they only could have put the duo on a turntable. Ali start pounding me even harder with steady strokes. I could tell he was getting ready to cum. I could even sense George was getting ready to fill Jalen up as well. Jalen was still riding George’s massive prick and George grabbed him pulling him and held him down while his cock exploded into Jalen’s unprotected ass. Jalen, without ever touching his cock exploded coating George’s face and chest. I jerked my cock a little, to prime the pump so to speak, and when Ali sprayed my insided with bad seed. I coated my neck and chest with my load. Ali scooped some up with his free hand and fed it to me then to himself. He pulled his still hard cock free from my loose cunt of an ass, and ordered me to clean him off. I slurped and tongued his cock free of his cum and my ass. He told me to hold it and go kiss Jalen. I was not sure Jalen would go down for that, but an order is an order. Surprisingly, Jalen opened his mouth and took my ass and Ali’s jizz out of my mouth and off of my tongue. Jalen was still impaled on George’s poz cock when George ordered me to clean his cock off as he pulled free from Jalen. I, all too eagerly, did as I was told. On the other bed, Jamie and Mark were being bred and were cleaning the other’s jizz and ass off of their fuckers cocks. After a while, the room died down. We took a moment to hit the bar and grab some food and began to pair off again. Mike took his turn with Jalen and Ali and George were double teaming Mark. That left just me, Darrel and Dan and they had an idea for me, and it was the same one Ali and George had for Mark. Dan laid down on his back and I straddled his cock while Darrel got behind me and started to push into me. They were trying to double-penetrate me and Mark. They soon weren’t trying…they were succeeding. 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Well, it was time to visit Grandpa. That was until I discovered all these hot bareback sex sites on the 'net and found that while it made me sick, it also made me hard. I started reading all the stories I could find and would go on icq and chatrooms and get off on the heady world of barebacking. After months of this, it dawned on me that I really wanted to do it. I wanted to be pozzed, even if I was only 18. And better yet, I didn't have to look very hard to find a guy to poz me, it could be a family affair. Yeah, you guessed it. I want my Grandpa to do the honors and breed my teenage ass. So, one Saturday I caught the bus out to the hospice, which was located just over the City line, and was run by Jerry, a very nice man, and his partner, Trevor, both of whom were in their twenties. Jerry and Trevor oversaw the hospice and on this occasion there were about twenty men staying there, all of whom had AIDS. I had been here several times before, but generally had found the place depressing, perhaps because I had never taken the time to appreciate the finer beauty of the disease. Instead, on earlier trips I had focused on the smell of death which pervaded the hospice, and, to be honest, I found it difficult to watch my Grandpa waste away. He had been a vital and fit man who lived life to the fullest, but at this point his very body was rotting from within, his muscles had wasted, although he still looked fairly good, I suppose, as his body was still lean and tight. I also distinctly remember my grandfather generally seemed happy, even if he was dying. Upon arriving I chatted with Jerry, and he remarked how happy he was to see me again, and continued saying my grandfather often spoke of eagerly of my visits, telling all his friends that I was a fine and good-looking young man. I blushed at hearing his description, only to have Jerry look me up and down and confirm the truth of my grandfather's compliment. I looked at him, and wondered if I should read a message in Jerry's remark, but Jerry simply smiled and mentioned it had been awhile since there was someone really fit and healthy in the hospice, and in the course of his remarks, casually let it slip that both he and Trevor were also infected. I looked at him somewhat incredulous, but couldn't deny to myself that my dick was bulging in my shorts at the very thought. Jerry offered me a chair and chatted for several minutes, mentioning he had been pozzed several years earlier, and that he was one of those men who hated condoms and so one night he simply decided to stop using them. The rest, as they say, was history. I asked about Trevor, and Jerry said he had, in all likelihood, infected Trevor. Encouraged by his openness, I asked all sorts of questions, thinking to myself that I felt almost as if my cock was about to shoot. It was all too much. Jerry told me that infecting Trevor hadn't hurt their relationship, as Trevor wanted to convert, taking the view that as he was young and sexually active, it was only a matter of time before he became infected anyway, so it made sense to be converted by someone he loved? I remarked that Trevor's view made sense. After a few minutes Jerry commented that I seem very interested in raw sex. I responded "Yeah, I'm into it, well, I wanna be into it. I've been reading a lot of stories off the 'net and chatting to poz guys around the world." Jerry asked how I would summarize my thoughts, and I replied "Well, it freaks me out, but I can't stop thinking about it and my best jack-off fantasies are thinking about some guy fucking me raw and infecting me." Jerry smiled, and remarked "I can see you're into it, if only 'cause you're rock hard." I blushed when I realized my excitement had resulted in a full hard-on that was tenting my shorts. I look over at Jerry and he laughed as I was bright red, but he told me there was no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed, as it was a natural reaction. He went on, remarking that hot bareback sex was hot, and that when I was ready I'd make the right decision. I considered telling him the reason for my visit, but decided to hold off, as I was worried about how he might react. Then after some more conversation, in which he told me some stories involving his hottest bareback encounters, he suggested I must be anxious to see my Grandpa. I replied that I was, and with that he led me to my Grandfather's room. It was time to visit Grandpa. "Grandpa?" Standing at his door, I knocked and waited for a few seconds, but didn't hear a reply, so I cautiously opened the door and peered in. Empty. Grandpa wasn't there, but I decided to wait his room for him. I made myself comfortable on his bed and, looking around, I saw his night table was littered with bottles of poppers and some porn magazines. The magazines all had a common thread: youngish guys being fucked raw by older men, some of whom were old enough to be my grandfather. I flipped through the pages and felt my cock bulging again, so I picked-up the poppers, unscrewed the lid and took several deep sniffs, thinking to myself, 'Oh fuck, this is good stuff'. The sensation was overwhelming and, as I felt my heartbeat quicken, I also felt the rush overcome me and I felt the need for cock as I salivated while looking at the photos. It was too much. I needed to beat my cock, so I pulled off my shorts and sat there on my Grandpa's bed, jacking my cock while taking repeated sniffs from the brown bottles, sampling each different brand. Rush. Jungle juice. Pig sweat. Mmmmm! I spat on my fingers and work some saliva into my hole, jacking my cock vigorously. It felt great and I longed to be one of those young guys in the fuckrags taking cock from an older man cock into my ass and throat. I wanted to be a whore for men. I got up on the bed and bent over, working a finger into my ass. In so doing, I accidentally dropped the bottle of poppers and in reaching down to pick it up, I noticed a crusty looking vibrator gleaming under the bed. Perfect! Seeing that Grandpa wasn't available, his vibrator would be the next best thing. I took a few more hits from the poppers and greedily wrapped my lips around the crusty vibrator, coating it with my spit. Then, lapping the foul tasting juices off it, I took it down my throat. getting it nice and sticky with my teenage spit. I then take another sniff from the poppers and after sucking on the vibrator a bit more work it slowly into my hole, feeling it push at my virgin ass and thrust inside my cherry. God it felt good. I thrust the vibrator slowly into my hole and moaned as I felt my ass twitching in response to the penetration and longing to feel a real cock in my ass. God, I still can't believe what I did. Here I was, on my Grandpa's bed and fucking myself with his vibrator. But as my ass slowly opened up and adjusted to the vibrator, I stopped thinking where I was, or with what I was fucking myself. I needed to be fucked. So I thrust the vibrator in harder, took a few deep huffs from the bottle of poppers, and fucked myself even harder. And then it happened. I felt my balls tense-up and my ass sucked in the vibrator a little bit more, my balls drew up and my body spasmed as I sprayed my cum on the bed sheets. My load sprayed out of my cock which was twitching wildly, shooting load after load of seed over the bed sheets, drenching a poz man's bed with my neg load. After cleaning up a little and pulling my shorts back on, I looked around the room further and came across a photo album which was filled with hundreds of photos, some of which showed my Grandpa as a young man of my age, and even more surprisingly, it included photos of my Grandpa at close to his current age, having sex with guys of all ages. I flipped through the album, and examined each photo carefully, noticing that some of the photos had a caption, including remarks like 'Bred this one' and 'Didn't want it, but changed his mind with a dose of X'. My god! The album was a virtual treasure trove of some of my Grandpa's sexual exploits. After settling back on the bed I flipped through the pages and felt myself getting hard again. Looking at the photos of one young guy being fucked, I couldn't help but feel the need to beat off and dream about how hot it was to look at photographs of my Grandpa fucking his poz cock into the boy, making the guy his poz bitch. Man. Talk about a trip. And then it dawned on me: my Grandpa was a breeder! My god. The realization was enough to make me wanna shoot, but I somehow held off and keep looking at the photos while my dick leaked precum over my stomach. As I sat there looking at the photos I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and further it almost seemed as if the room was crashing in on me. I wanted to be bred at a hospice filled with men with full-blown AIDS. Seeing the numerous fuck rags and bottles of poppers in my Grandpa's room. And just where is Grandpa? Shouldn't he be here? I assumed Jerry had understood my Grandfather was in his room, but obviously he must have been mistaken. Just then I saw the door slowly open. "Grandpa!" "Adam? God, boy, it's good to see you!" We hugged and I felt a bit embarrassed that I was still hard and hoped he didn't notice. "Its great to have you here boy. I've missed you." And with that he noticed the open photo album on the bed and commented "Ah, I see you've discovered some of my secrets." "Yeah. I didn't mean to pry. It was just that once I started looking at the photographs I couldn't help seeing more." "No need for explanations, boy. Judging from that nice cock that I see you're packing, it's obvious you enjoyed what you saw." Fuck. He noticed. I stood there blushing and imagining the bright shade of crimson I was turning, but Grandpa just laughed and hugged me again and patted my crotch. Then he invited me to sit on the bed and we had a long man to man talk. Since he knew I was aware of at least some of his 'secrets', my Grandfather was quite free in his remarks, and there was no ice between us. I told him of my reasons behind wanting to visit and he expressed some surprise that I wanted him to breed me. He wasn't shocked that I want to be bred, no, he understood that all too well. He knew what a fucking turn on it was to take poz cum - as well as to give it. I asked him what it was like for him to shoot his poz cum into all the guys whose photographs I had seen in the photo album, and he replied "It was fantastic. Shooting poz cum into a neg body is an amazing turn-on, knowing that once his raw cock was inside the guy's ass, that it would be up to him as to whether he filled the guy's hole with poz seed, admitting "Sure, some guys didn't want it, but that just made me even more determined to give it to them." I smiled and asked how he became a breeder, and Grandpa replied "It was a natural extension of taking and giving loads. Many years ago, when I was neg, I would go out to baths when Grandma was home baking or off shopping with friends, and while I loved your Grandma, Adam, it wasn't enough. Sometimes a man needs more than a woman can provide. And so it was with me and your grandmother. I loved her deeply but found the sex I was getting at the baths was much better than anything she was providing back home." When I asked him when he sero-coverted, Grandpa gave a hearty laugh and slapped me on the back, remarking "My, you sure are well-educated, aren't you?" adding "Honestly, I don't know when I converted - I fucked around with many, many men, so it could have been virtually anyone." I then gulped and asked him if it made fucking Grandma difficult, knowing he was out fucking unsafely with other men and then doing her. He just smiled back at me and answered "Not at all, Adam," giving me a sleazy leer. I was shocked, and in my mind, begin questioning the circumstances that led to my Grandma's death. She was sick rather suddenly and was sick for a long time before she died. My god. Did my Grandpa breed my Grandma? I slumped back against the wall and looked at my grandfather in a whole new light. Grandpa noticed the shocked expression on my face, and asked "You alright, Adam?" "Yes," I replied, adding "It's just that I can't help wondering if you infected Grandma." Grandpa laughed and replied "Maybe I did, but she's dead now, and besides, you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs, Adam." He then laughed and I couldn't help but, in some way, admire his confidence: infecting and bugging up others and not giving a shit what happened. Just looking out for himself. Grandpa then looked at me affectionately and complemented me, saying how wholesome I look, and adding that it had been a long time since he had seen such a hot, healthy boy in the hospice. I asked him how life was in the hospice, and he answered it was really good, that sometimes the guys had bareback orgies and occasionally a boy will come into the hospice, the grandson of one of the other men who stay here, and that he will suck off several men, as other men fuck his neg ass and poz him up. Grandpa mentioned that even Jerry and Trevor occasionally got in on the action. I replied "That's pretty hot shit, Grandpa, and I love bareback" and with that our conversation moved onto my experiences. I told Grandpa that, for many years, I had had fantasies of men barebacking my neg raw ass, but only after seeing some of the bareback sites on the 'net was I was finally able to express verbally what I wanted, that when I saw the pictures and stories on the 'net part of me would feel sick, but I would also feel a sexual flush: I'd sweat, retch and feel nauseous, but my cock would be bulging in my jocks and straining for a marathon jack-off session. Seeing he was turned-on by the thought, I continued, saying that sometimes during class I would excuse myself 'cause I found myself looking at my hairy teacher in mathematics, and found myself thinking about him creaming in my young hole. Fucking me up and dominating my body. Afterwards I'd walk around the campus and see some of the other students and think how hot it would be to take all their loads, and I'd start jacking, thinking about some older men with HIV, fucking their poz cocks into my hole and changing my status, pumping their seed deep into my body and converting me whether or not I wanted it. Grandpa replied my fantasies were hot, but he pushed me for specific experiences I had had. I returned his gaze, and blushed, saying that when it came to actual encounters with guys, my experiences were few, and that beyond sucking a few cocks, and having had a few guys come on my face and chest, that I hadn't any stories to offer. Grandpa laughed, saying "That's nonsense. Looking at you, it's clear you have many things to offer, and all you need is a guide, an instructor, if you will. Someone to coach you about sex." I returned his gaze and asked "Will you help me, Grandpa?" Again he laughed, replying "Of course, Adam, I'll help you, boy!" and with that he gave me a rather wicked leer, adding "And now it is time for your training to begin, Adam, so follow me out to the patio. There are a few people I want you to meet." Grandpa led out to the back were a group of older men were sunning themselves. Some wore jocks, while others were fully nude. I noticed one man smiling broadly at me. He was a black man who appeared to be in his 40s. While I couldn't help but stare at his emaciated body, I also couldn't help but stare at the bulging nine inch black snake hanging between his legs. It was massive and I could already feel my ass twitching. Following my gaze, Grandpa quietly remarked "That's Frank" and introduced me to the group. Although apparently some of the residents of the hospice had gone out on a day trip with Trevor, over a dozen men were present on the patio. All were very friendly, and all but one was old enough to be my father or... grandfather. The youngish guy was in his 20's, and I eventually learned he had the supervirus strain, and had been infected when he was 17. After he continued fucking around for a number of years, he found he was getting sicker by the day and hence, he was admitted to the hospice. I looked over the young guy and although wasting, he still had a prettyboy look about himself, even if his face and body were obviously being ravaged by the virus. He commented that if I wanted it, he could help me out, and his strain would help me get over being so nervous about HIV. I just smiled and replied, "Thanks, but no thanks." As we chatted, I noticed Frank looking on appreciatively as he slid his fingers over his enormously long and thick black cock, which had a glob of pre-cum oozing from the head. He smiled and winked at me. I quickly turn away, embarrassed by his blatant invitation. Grandpa looked on, laughed and suggested I make myself comfortable, adding that he needed to go out briefly, but that he'd be back soon. With that Grandpa asked his friends to look after me, and he left the patio. With Grandpa's departure, I felt a bit edgy, but the men were all very nice and accommodating. If fact, several of them were clearly sizing me up, and Frank continued stroking his ever-growing black cock while he looked intently at me. I couldn't take my eyes off of Frank, and not surprisingly kept imagining the different ways I might enjoy his cock. It was just so big and fat. I wanted to kneel there and tongue the fucking pre-cum off it, running my tongue up and down the gooey shaft and lapping at his balls and letting him push me around. Being a black man's toy. The idea appealed to me enormously, particularly given that I had had limited to so few actual encounters with men, and then, never an interracial encounter. And I knew Frank wanted to play with me: I could see it in his eyes. He wanted to fuck his big cock into me and give me his poz cum. Fuck, I bet he had pozzed hundreds, maybe thousands, in his lifetime. Given the appeal of big cock, he'd have no shortage of guys wanting to swing on it. These thoughts ran through my head and naturally I was horny, so I asked where the toilet was, and upon learning it's location, I took leave of the guys. I needed some relief fast: I needed both to piss and beat off. Hurrying to the toilet, I entered the stall and shut the door. Inside I found some fuckrags on the floor, as well as a half-empty bottle of poppers. I took a few deep hits of the poppers and enjoyed the sensation. Of course I had read about them off the 'net but prior to this visit to Grandpa's hospice, I had never tried them, as it had occurred to me the use of poppers is one of the reasons bareback sex is so rampant: guys get all fucked up on substances, lose their inhibitions and do what they really want. But then who gives a shit about analyzing this fuck when the hit takes hold and you get that rush and euphoric sensation coursing through your body? I sat on the toilet, stroking my cock, as I looked through the magazines, taking an occasional additional hit from the little brown bottle. Fuck I was so horny, and wished Grandpa was with me right then and there. I knew I could really use some cock. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I didn't reply, but continued beating off, but then there was another knock. "Occupied" I answered, adding "I'll just be a few minutes," but then the door opened and standing in the doorway was Frank, his cock hanging out, swaying back and forth, pre-cum drooling from the tip. "Oh, I think you'll be in here for some time, Adam" and with that he pushed himself into the toilet. I stared back dumbly at Frank and tried to gauge his smile. I told him I was a bit embarrassed, that I was just sitting there minding my own business, but Frank answered he was having none of that, that he could clearly see what I had been doing, that is, I had been beating my cock while looking to fuckrags, even as I was loaded up on poppers! I replied it wasn't a crime, but undeterred, Frank answered he wasn't accusing me, suggesting that I could use some company. I answered I didn't think that was such a good idea and he gave me an ultimatum: "Tell me that while you're high on poppers, boy!" I retorted I didn't have to do anything, but he replied that if I didn't comply with his orders, he would simply rape my ass and take what he wanted. I looked back at him and knew he meant business, so I did what he said. I unscrewed the lid of the brown bottle and took a deep sniff. "Ahhh that's it kid, take some deep snorts, you know you want to." I took three hits under each nostril and tried to remain steady on my feet as I looked back at Frank, but couldn't think of anything relevant to say. I just looked at him and felt saliva forming on my lips and tongue and realized I was beginning to drool. Frank just looked at me and instructed me to sit on the seat and to feed on his cock. I obeyed. Everything seemed to be moving simultaneously both quickly and slowly, that it wasn't really happening, that I wasn't sitting on a toilet seat and being stripped by a black man at an AIDS hospice and sucking his poz cock, sucking it for all I was worth, running my tongue and lips up and down his pole, and letting him fuck the head of his cock down my throat. God, the sensation was overwhelming. It was better than anything I'd read off the 'net, if only 'cause I wasn't imagining the experience, I was living it: I was having sex with a poz man! *** Frank continued fucking his cock in and out of my stretched mouth. My lips felt like they splitting open at the corners as I struggled to deep-throat the fucker. It went on steadily for some time till Frank announced he was going to fuck his entire nine inch cock down my throat, and he suggested I tell him when I was ready. I was psyched for the challenge but realized I needed more help, so I unscrewed the poppers again and took several sniffs under each nostril and then looked up and him and he asked me "Ready, boy?" I looked back at him and nodded, but he hit me in the face, grabbed a fist full of my hair and tells me to ordered me to tell him when I was fucking ready, not merely to just fucking nod! "I'm ready, Sir!" I grab the cock and put my mouth on it but Frank tells me to wait. That he wants to feed his Poz cock to me. So I sit on the seat beating my cock while looking up at him and he tells me to just put my lips on the end of it and to tell him when i'm ready. I feel a bit uncertain so sniff more poppers to help me loosen up and put my lips on the end of his cock as ordered and say with a mumbled voice "i'm ready" and wait for Frank to start. He simply looks back at me and states "you're a fucking hot pussyboy adam... and soon, you're going to be even hotter" i wonder what he means for a second or two and as the realization hits (along with the popper-induced effect) Frank begins thrusting his fat Poz black cock through my lips and struggle as it quickly fills my throat and i began gagging. "Loosen your throat boy. Pretend you're swallowing some water" i take his advice and slowly feel my throat relaxing to the ever-probing cock in my throat and am soon deep throating it like a pro. Sucking Poz cock like I have been doing it all my life. The sensations are incredible. I greedily thrust my lips back and forth on his Poz cock eager for his seed and soon have my lips, tongue and the rest of my face covered in pre-cum and saliva. Frank just smiles and continues fucking my face. ... after what seems an eternity, Frank tells me i'm ready and tells me to bend over. I don't object. I want cock in my ass now. I feel Frank kneeling behind me and pressing his tongue into my quivering hole and greasing me up with his spit. Feeling his tongue work its way over my hole and into my ass its too much and I feel like i'm gonna cum, but Frank sensing this, tells me to stop beating my cock and to just fuck my ass on his face and I do so. Fucking my neg boy asshole on his AIDS ridden gaunt-laden face. Wondering if he has sores on his tongue and is fucking them into my body? Frank stands back up and tells me to take a good snort of poppers as he's gonna fuck my hole good and I comply. Resistance is futile! And then it happens; I feel Frank pushing his Poz cock up into my ass and realize i'am now like one of the boys that that guy zach writes about on the net. The realization is overwhelming and I feel my cock stiffen further as i feel my ass swallowing up the long black cock thrusting ever upward into me. God I don't know what to think? Just a few days ago I was a normal teen sitting at home reading stories off the net and now here i'am living my own story and being fucked by a Poz cock – at an AIDS hospice. Talk about living fast! But somehow none of that really registers or matters to me now. All that matters is that Poz cock thrusting away in my ass and giving my body to Frank and as I feel him wrap his arms around me and pull me backward, I hear him say to me that he's gonna Poz me up. And just then as i hear the words I start to struggle. I don't want this man's load. I want my Grandpa's!!! He was the whole reason I came to the hospice in the first place. But now i'm a mess of confusion. God I don't know what to think. Does any of it really matter in the end? Do I care who Pozzes my neg hole? I just don't know... As I feel Frank thrusting his big black cock in me, a cock full of AIDS cum, i think of Grandpa and can't help but wish he was here right now fucking me. That was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice – to get bred by my Grandpa. Still, as I feel Frank rutting away in my hole and filling it with his splooge and getting ready to seed me I can't help deny that this feels fucking fantastic. I'm no longer just jacking my cock thinking about some guy pummeling my hole with his AIDS cock, its really happening! And it's so much better than anything than I could have imagined. Feeling my ass take his entire cock and feeling it thrust away inside my neg body. Knowing that he has the power to Poz me if he so decides. That is a very heady feeling. Knowing that my health lies in his hands. That at any moment he can make a life-altering decision for me and that which fucks me, could ultimately kill me. Make me die. Change me from a healthy neg teen into a diseased Pozzed-up cumwhore. "Oh fuck... " i feel Frank's cock thrust in deeper and as it does so, it slides against my prostate and my body is racked with pleasures, the likes I have never known. "Oh god... " I begin thrusting back harder on Frank's cock as I take another hit of poppers and tell him to fucking tear my hole up and shoot his Poz cum into me. I want it so bad. I've never wanted anything so bad... Frank slams his Poz cock in and out of my ass and tells me he's gonna charge my hole. Really fucking give it to me. That i'm just a pussyboy asking for it and with that I feel his cock get hotter in my ass. Maybe it was the poppers, maybe it was the sheer pleasure I was feeling, but I could have sworn that his cock felt hot in my ass just then. And then it happens. Frank's balls draw up and he tells me he is about to cum and then I feel like a loaded gun is going off inside my neg ass and i feel all warm inside and can feel his Poz cum shooting inside my body. Drenching my insides and coating my asswalls with his diseased load. "Oh fuck... " Frank holds onto me and slams his cock back and forth as more cum sprays out of his piss-slit into me. It's never-ending and my hole feels like its taken a bucket full of Poz cum deep inside. I just stand there gasping at the sheer pleasure. Defeated, and wanting more. And then I think of Grandpa. I had thought he would be the first man to fuck his Poz cock into me. But he wasn't. It was this slimy diseased black fucker Frank and his thick gooey AIDS-laden cock. A black man tearing up a white boy's ass. He was the one. God... Frank squeezes the last of his AIDS cum into my neg ass and slowly slides his thick cock out of my ass; telling me that I was a hot fuck and that any time I want some more of that, to just come to his room. I don't reply. In fact, I feel like nothing is really registering. I realize that i'm in shock. I then hear the door close behind Frank and knowing i'am alone, crumple to the floor. It then all finally hits. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Been fucked. Raped. I didn't even ask for it. And yet, I didn't really put up much of a struggle did i? The poppers clouded my judgment and now I have a Poz load saturating my insides like all those boys zach writes about. But this is real. It's not some story i've read on the net. This is my life and its really happening. So I just sit there on the toilet for several minutes collecting my thoughts and then, standing up, notice the pain in my ass. God, its hurts. Frank's cock was so big. Never in my wildest dreams did I think my first time would be that brutal and would be with someone like him. But it was, and now I have to deal with it. I grab some toilet paper and wipe my ass; noticing the sheets of paper are coated with cum and streaked with blood. Shit. My hole is torn. Still, it doesn't really matter I guess. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Poz cum. Does it really matter if there is blood? I suppose not. As I stand there wiping my crack, I decide this is all too much to deal with and after pulling back on my clothes, go back to my Grandpa's room and lie on the bed thinking about what just happened. Maybe all of this is my fault? After all, I was attracted to Frank. Hell, when I saw him out on the patio stroking that big black cock of his, I was spellbound. I'd never seen something so enticing in person before... and that's why I needed to beat off in the toilet so bad. So, why am I upset? I should be happy! Frank obviously liked me as well. That's why he pushed his way into the toilet and fucked my mouth and ass. Made me his. I guess the real problem is that i'm having trouble coping with the fact i've just taken Poz cum and my mind is trying to sort through everything i'am feeling. It's all rushing at me and little of it is making sense. But then, maybe it's not meant to? Maybe this is that primal desire zach writes about so much. Giving into what your body really craves, regardless of what your mind might be telling you. God, I wish he was here so I could talk about the encounter with him. Tell him what i'm experiencing and thinking. I'm sure he'd understand and have some comforting words to say to me. But i'm alone. And there's nobody to talk to. Not even my Grandpa. So I sit here alone thinking about what just happened and as I do, something strange happens. My cock, which has been oozing pre-cum all over my shaft and balls, gets hard again. Obviously, my body likes what happened, even if my mind is still playing catch up. And then it dawns on me. I just had a black man fuck his Poz cock deep in my ass and shoot his diseased cum in me. Fuck. Why the hell am I upset? This was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice in the first place. To get Pozzed. Okay, so my Grandpa wasn't the one who fucked me but then who cares! I have Poz cum in my ass. That's all that really matters. As I think about Frank fucking his big cock into me, I strip down and bending over, work a finger into the cum oozing from my ass and wipe the slime over my full lips, licking the cum off it. It tastes so good. Poz cum. And then it dawns on me, I want some more. More Poz cum in my ass and almost involuntarily I pull my asslips apart and moan. I think about Frank fucking his big cock into my ass again and take a deep sniff of poppers, making sure to get the fumes under each nostril and inhaling several times. "Oh fuck... " i'm so lost in desire that I don't notice the door opening and before I can react, hear my Grandpa's voice. "Adam? What are you doing boy... ?" "Oh my god! Grandpa!" I quickly right myself and Grandpa just stands there watching as I pull my shorts back on. I make up some excuse about being horny but he's having done of that. He tells me he saw cum oozing from my ass. "I've seeded enough holes in my lifetime Adam to know when someone has been fucked. And you my boy, have been fucked!" Grandpa looks back down at me inquisitively but demanding and so I tell him. I tell him how Frank fucked his Poz cock into me and how much it hurt but how much I loved it at the same time. Grandpa, at first, wants to go have a ‘word' to Frank but I tell him no; that would only create a scene, and besides I enjoyed it. Grandpa puts his arm around me and pulls me close. "But Frank's Poz Adam. You realize what that means don't you?" I tell him yes, I do. But that it doesn't bother me. Deciding the moment is finally right, I tell my Grandpa that the only thing I regret about the encounter is that he wasn't the first. I look back at my grandfather and ask him "will you fuck me now?" And he stares back full of lust, and tells me yes. "Drop those shorts boy and assume the position. Its time for Grandpa to fuck you boy" yep u guessed it. "That's it Adam. Spread your ass cheeks for me" i pulled my asscheeks as far apart as possible and bent right down on the bed. My ass high in the air behind me. I felt Grandpa's fingers prying at my hole and him pushing two of them in me and then lapping at the juices on them as he pulled them out. "Mmmm. Frank always does cum a lot" I heard him moan in pleasure before he did something most unexpected... "Grandpa? Wha? What are you doing? Ahhhhh. Oh god... " my Grandpa had buried his face in my hole and was licking out my ass. Sucking around my hole and licking and sucking on Frank's load which was still oozing out of my hole like some bubbly foam. It felt so good. I'd never been rimmed in my life before and never expected my Grandpa would be my first. It felt wonderful. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life eating out his young grandson's ass and working his diseased sore ridden tongue back and forth in the young boy. He loved the taste of cum and though he was a bit mad that Frank had fucked the boy, he had definitely done a good job. Ripping his grandson's ass right up and fucking it with his AIDS load. Grandpa was hoping he would have been the first but he knew when he had left and saw the hungry look in Frank's eyes, that it would have only been a matter of time before Frank pounced and lunged his lethal cock in the boy. And besides, as Grandpa knew only too well, good-looking boys like his grandson Adam were meant to be fucked. That's all that mattered. They should be fucked hard ... and often. And Adam would be fucked a lot in his lifetime. Just looking over his grandson's beautiful body that much was obvious. Grandpa was a randy AIDS fucker and loved eating out the young hole before him but he wanted to do more than just eat the ass. He wanted to fuck it and fuck it hard. He may not have been the first but he wanted his grandson to remember this experience. Given the 1000's that would no doubt follow, that would not be an easy task to be sure, but he was damned if he would give it his best. And besides, Grandpa had fucked many boys like just his grandson in his lifetime. It was one of the reasons he had been so active and notoriously active in fucking young boys up. He had often fantasized about his grandson as Adam visited him over the years and lost count of the loads he had blown in the shower or down the toilet while thinking about ripping those tight blue jeans down and fucking his grandson in the ass. Fucking him with his AIDS cock and making the boy a cumdrenched teenage fuckslut. That's why the revelation from Adam that he had wanted to be fucked by him and Pozzed had been such a wonderful surprise. So Grandpa got some lube from a drawer, and coated his large slimy cock which was sticking out from his groin like an obscene weapon of mass destruction, and pushed it hard into the boy and told Adam that he was gonna fuck his hole up good and proper. Really fuck him hard. He heard Adam cry out and knew it was hurting the boy, especially after the pounding Frank had given him, but he didn't relent. He lunged at the hole and fucked his big cock back and forth in his grandson's ass and told Adam to take several hits of poppers to lesson the pain. "It'll let you take more without hurting you. The pain will turn into pleasure" Adam knew he was right. He was surprised at how effective these fucking little bottles of fucklust were. They were able to be absorbed into the body and make even the most painful experiences pleasurable. They gave rise to the body's natural fucklust and enabled the person to erode their inhibitions. And they felt so good... Adam took several hits from the bottle under each nostril and waited a few seconds for the effect to take hit. Three, two, one... Bingo. "Fuck me Grandpa. Fuck me! Yesssssss... Tear my hole up! Fuck me with your big cock. I want it so bad... " Adam gripped the bedsheets and thrust back at his Grandpa like a diseased whore in a brothel. Which he was in many ways. Getting assfucked by these AIDS ridden fuckers. He wanted all of them. As he fucked his ass back onto the big AIDS cock in his hole, that was tearing up inside his young body, he thought about all the other men in the hospice and how much he wanted them all to fuck his ass. To fuck him with their diseased cocks and fucking spooge all of his holes with their AIDS cum. He wanted it all. It felt so good having my Grandpa's cock finally in my ass. I loved each thrust as I felt the old man fuck his cock deeper into my hole. Every inch of his lethal cock was embedded in my ass and I moaned and snorted poppers like the young whore I was. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. He loved how tight Adam's asshole was. Even Frank's big cock tearing it up and spooging it full of cum hadn't loosened it much. Grandpa liked tight holes. Problem was that good looking boys often lost that as they got fucked repeatedly. Sure enough, Adam, would be just like them. Grandpa knew as much. Adam would be like those boys he had fucked at the clubs and parks over the years with a hole that hung permanently open from repeated fucking but then that was the life of a good looking boy – to get fucked and be of service to anyone that wanted to use them. The sooner Adam learnt that, the better off he would be. Adam thrust his ass back on to his grandfather's cock and moaned as Grandpa gripped his waist and sunk all of his inches deep into his young grandson's hole; savoring every moment. Especially as he had jacked thinking of doing something like this so many times over the years. Now it was a reality. Grandpa fucked the boy in many different positions; he had his grandson lay down on the bed, fucked him doggie-style and got the boy to bend over while standing up. But for the climax he wanted to see his grandson's eyes so he fucked him legs up as his sweaty young grandson lay back on the bed and threw his legs apart and over his grandfather's shoulders. "Oooooohhhhhhh" Adam moaned. "Don't stop cause i'm halfway there Grandpa. This feels ahhhh, sooooooooooo goooooddddd" Grandpa thrust his big cock back and forth in the hole and loved how Frank's Poz load stuck to his cock as he thrust it along the abused asslips. He looked down with a lust he hadn't felt in some time and told Adam how much he loved him and how hot his hole was. Adam just grinned and said to fuck him harder and thrust his ass back onto the cock, embedding it all in his torn ass. That's when it happened. Grandpa felt his balls draw up and as Adam arched his head back Grandpa unloaded in his grandson's willing ass. Drenching it with another load of AIDS cum. He felt his cock spasm wildly and cum shoot out of the tip; saturating his grandson's cum-filled hole. It felt so good. Adam meanwhile was jacking like crazy and wanted to cum badly. He really wanted to shoot his fucking load over his stomach but Grandpa sensing the boy's urgency told him to hold off doing that. That he had a better idea where to shoot the load and bent over for the boy. "Fuck me boy. Fuck your Grandpa" Adam lost in lust didn't even think about it. He just used some of the cum dripping out of his ass, lubed his stiff teenage cock and lunged towards his Grandpa's hairy asshole and fucked his neg cock into the AIDS body. It was a feeling unlike any other. He was now a top fucking an AIDS man. It was incredible. Grandpa moaned as he felt Adam fucking his cock into his hairy ass and knew it wouldn't take long for the boy to cum but he wanted the load to go somewhere where it would become part of him. Adam felt his balls draw up and with a strangled cry, yelled out and unloaded his neg cum into his Grandpa's ass. It was a cum unlike any other. It was the best fuck of his life. Fucking with his Grandpa had been an awesome experience and as the two lay there together sweating and panting, he knew it was only the beginning. That they would share many other incredible adventures together. A new life had been formed.

It Happened in the Bush by Hozzel May 2022 Dean Harmon just had to get away. He had developed a major hard-on for cute Ricky Delgado and could not get his sexually tormented mind off the young man. Dean first saw him on the morning commuter bus. Ricky got on two stops after Dean. Soon Ricky acknowledged Dean with a dimpled smile and even a wave. Later, Dean discovered Ricky went to the same gym. Form-fitting workout top and tight shorts showed off Ricky's short muscled body. Dean would chat to Ricky while they both worked on the weight machines. But when Dean saw Ricky emerge from the pool wearing only a brief budgie smuggler, that was it. Dean's cock began to let him know it wanted Ricky. It wanted him bad. For weeks now, Dean had watched and talked to hunky Ricky Delgado, had admired his oh-so-fuckable round ass, his truly lumpy biceps and broad chest, his brown eyes and cheeky laugh, and especially his delectable package. Things came to a head when Dean spied Ricky in the gym's shower. Ricky's penis seemed to be at half-mast. With strong will power, Dean kept his hands off Ricky, made no comment and only glanced. He did not want to mess up a possible friendship by making a big mistake. Dean's cock, however, had other ideas. He was having to relieve himself twice or more times a day of late, thinking of Ricky. Dean normally liked to bottom but with Ricky, he wanted to top. He wanted to sink his thick cock into Ricky's firm ass one way or another. Preferably more than one way! That was it, Dean thought. He needed to go somewhere and deal with his carnal feelings once and for all. Early Saturday morning he packed his camping gear and tent, dropped off at the shops for supplies and headed north. Two hours later he pulled into the parking area at Daveys Gully campgrounds. It was still mid-morning and the hiking trail beckoned. Dean changed into T-shirt and stubbies with socks and hiking boots then headed off. A couple of clicks along the trail headed up to the ridge. It wound through a forest then opened up to a flat grassy paddock. A mob of kangaroos momentarily stopped munching. Ears up, gray faces turned toward him. Three hopped off but the rest remained and went back to feeding. Dean crossed the paddock and the trail re-entered a gum-tree forest and up a small hill. His heart beat strongly and he perspired heavily. He still felt turned-on. He reached the top of the hill and stretched beneath the bright sun, inhaling the fresh warm country air. In the distance paddocks spread a glorious panorama of rolling brown hills, covered by squares of green and yellow crops or purple weeds or brown earth, edged by native shrubs and tress. Down and around the corner knoll babbled a small rarely visited creek. Over a decade ago Dean had sunned his naked body on the grassy bank. He would have to find that magic spot. As he headed over the crest Dean's mind wandered again. He pictured Ricky's nude body, all those toned muscles and that deliciously desirable cock almost standing to attention, ripe for his hands and eager mouth and ass. Oh yes! The more he imagined, the more excited Dean became. Feelings blossomed of fantasy lust. His hand drifted down and found an unexpected present. He had not even noticed he had become hard. I need relief, he thought. In his soaring imagination he lay his back while Ricky worshiped his cock. Then he was on top of Ricky's shorter inviting body, between his thighs, thrusting deep into Ricky's tight ass. They were moving, moaning, writhing together, their erotic feelings mounting. Oh, ah... That did it. Dean pulled his T-shirt off and tied it around his waist. Warmth prickled his naked skin. His hand slid past the elastic of his shorts and his fingers found the naughty culprit. It was a solid as any of the trees and it demanded attention. He pulled the shorts down and his cock sprang free. The warm spring air felt exhilarating. Slipping his fist, Dean continued along the path. He loved being hard and could never get enough of that. Down near the creek, next to a sandy boulder pile almost covered in blackberry vines, a grunting sound sharded his reverie. Dean stepped around the twisted vines. "Uh ... uh ..." Next to the stream, beneath large trees, on the small grassy patch Dean remembered, a hunky dark-skinned man lay naked. His knees flexed wide. Dean saw his fist furiously move up and down as he moaned and grunted. He lifted his hips, strained and viciously mauled his long erection. "'Uh! Ug! Fuck!" His arm stretched, accentuating his muscles and chest. Dappled sunlight glistened his sweat. Dean knew he was only seconds from cumming. Should he? Dare he? Dean stepped and a sudden twig snap caused the man to stop. He froze, arched his neck. Saw Dean. The gorgeous man did not bolt, did not say anything but held his cock and stared at Dean's solid erection. Then he looked up at Dean's eyes and smiled. Dean decided to take a massive risk. "Don't waste it." Dean quickly ran. Without a word, he removed his shorts, knelt and pushed the man's hand away. Dean grasped the base of a nice thick rod. As he lowered his head, the man raised himself onto his elbows, shook his blurry head. Dean began by slowly running his tongue along the man's length. Then Dean parted his lips and dove. The smooth head filled Dean's eager mouth. Dean heard, "Oh, fuck, just what I need!" Dean's head bobbed. He licked and sucked hard. He worked the man's shaft and balls. The man reached and tugged. Dean spun around on top until his dick hung over the man's face. Dean felt warm lips then teeth then strong sucking as the strange man tried to swallow. The man reached and pulled at Dean's hips before his hands kneaded Dean's cheeks. Like an expert, the man took the head of Dean's swollen cock into his throat. It did not take long before the man began to buck and moan around Dean's hard pole and push his cock deeper into Dean's mouth at the same time. Dean jerked and sucked hard. In moments, the cock pulsed. Sticky mangoo shot into Dean's surprised mouth. He swallowed quickly, trying desperately not to let a precious drop escape. When the stranger finished, Dean rose and rolled on his side. He ran a damp palm down the man's solid chest and stomach. "That was amazing," the man said, smiling. "Hey, let's not waste that stiffie!" He spread his legs in an obvious invitation. "We'll have to be quick. My friend is on his way here." Without hesitating, Dean scrambled on top. The man's legs came up around Dean's rear. Dean probed his rock-hard cock between the man's fleshy buttocks. Gazing down on the man's smiling face, Dean gently pushed until he felt his knob stop at the warm, tight entrance. "Is bareback okay?" "The only way to fly, mate. Go ahead and fuck me. I want to feel you jizz me raw!" Dean pushed. His cock popped in easily. He slid further. It felt as if the stranger may have been naturally lubed previously. The man just grinned as Dean pushed as deep as he could. The man's heels rose and pressed his bare heels against Dean's rump. "That's...wow...feels good. I like your size and your body feels great." They both panted heavily now. Dean started fucking. He felt the man clench as he pushed and pulled and thrust. In minutes they were sweating and laughing together, pushing and clutching against each other almost as if they fought for each others orgasm. Dean kept fucking until he felt his body tingle. With a wide-eyed shout, he tensed, pushed hard, and blasted several thick shots into the man. The stranger held Dean's forearms then pulled him down, wrapping his arms around Dean's back and holding firm while Dean spasmed in glory. The man moaned and said next to Dean's ear, "That was amazing. I really felt you blast. I loved how you squirmed and shouted, too." Dean raised himself up on straight arms, looked down, and laughed again. Amazingly, he was not wilting so he began to move again. "What's your name?" he said to the smiling man beneath him. "Jim Hawkins." Dean stopped moving. His mouth dropped open. It couldn't be. "I'm Dean Harmon." "Really?" Jim said. A smirk cross his face. "Do you know Ricky Delgado?" "I see him on the bus and at the gym. That's your friend? He's cute." "Cute?" Jim snickered. "Tell you what, he sure has the hots for you. Been talking about you for weeks now. And now I know why!" "Well, I didn't know how to approach him, and I wasn't sure if he was... And... Well..." "He's a hot little sex-crazed fucker." "I sure am!" Dean's head snapped up and right. Ricky stood only a few meters away. He was grinning widely and had already begun to strip. "You are," Jim announced, "and you know it!" Ricky said, "'I am so jealous you got to Dean first! I've been wanting him to make a move." Dean levered himself up and pulled out of Jim. His cock stood wet and solid, despite the embarrassment. "Look, I don't want any trouble here. I'm sorry Ricky, I didn't know." "I seduced him," Jim grinned. "You would! And what trouble?" Ricky said. Naked, he scrambled down on hands and knees onto the grass next to his muscular dark mate. "Wasn't I obvious enough at the gym? I'm a fucking bottom and I love to be fucked. Come on you two. Let's get it on! Dean, you can finally fuck me, and Jim, give me your dick. And then I get to be in the middle!" XXX A/N: This is a work of fiction. Everything has been made up. Love to know how this story affected you. Don't be shy and don't hold back. The Hoz.

Swallow after swirling that warm cum around my mouth like a mouthwash. And then two or three gulps to make sure every squirt is down the throat.

I started as a top. Then got fucked by a guy with an 8.5" dick with a condom. Hurt like hell at first, but did strangely feel good as something in my head was telling me. He was probably the 2nd or 3rd guy to be inside me. We then started hooking up regularly once or twice a week and without condoms. He felt amazing and loved to feel him cum inside me. Turned me into a total bttm. As a top and then bttm I always hated condoms. Love to feel a guy pound my hole and that rush as he unloads in me especially when I can feel him cum inside me. Then came getting fucked anon ass up face down with blindfold on. That makes it all about the feel of getting fucked and not about physical attraction. That adrenaline rush as I wait ass up for him to get behind me to pound and breed me. When getting fucked I mainly just want to get fucked maybe kiss, but don't like for guys to play with my dick. Depending on a guy's pic on grindr or sniffies while getting fucked sometimes I will tell him he can remove the blindfold if he wants. Sometimes they do sometimes they don't it's totally up to the guy. Then came the chastity cage last October. It has totally driven my already high sex drive off the charts. Now guys may reach and grab my dick, but when they feel the cage they don't play with my dick and focus on pounding my hole. I can't get fucked enough now. I'm just a hole to use. Some guys especially on Grindr ask if I'm afraid to catch something going anon and bareback. I reply sure you catch something every now and then just go get a shot or meds and it clears up. They just don't understand the feeling of getting off in a different way than tops get off. Nothing better than being anon ass up face down with blindfold on a bed or in a sling at a bathhouse being used and bred back to back by multiple guys. The adrenaline rush and feeling a guy cum inside me. Already planning my next bathhouse trip after the 4th of July.

I know I'm not going to add anything new to this discussion. I ldont feel like the fantasy of the straight guy being so desperate for money he'd do gay porn. Many of the straight guys I've seen in other scenes; showing no reluctance and a lot of skill with a cock. The problem with gay man and porn is that some guys know what kind of porn turns their crank and those who don't care what it is (though you'll certainly hear negativity spew forth when a scene comes on and they don't kino it!). I am a gay porn addickt. I have watched more porn than the average gg [gay guy] does. I know about the murderers, unusual deaths of porn stars. I love porn. I like it best when those actors get me to believe they are broke, drunk or placed in one of those situations where gsy sex can be had and they are brought through the tunnel of eighteenth. I always question the straight man who would rather get fucked than to fuck an ass. Now thats real life shit I find unbelievable! But it's true! But in porn you should know these are all made up situations. Even the ones that look spontaneous are made up. [unless you travel with a camcorder, or phone, tripod and cameraman where ever you go, there's still an amount of preplanning. And you have to suspend your logical or critical thinking to really enjoy porn. After all, who fucks in a school making a lot of grunts and groans and doesn't get caught? A majority of the scenes shot, don't happen in RL. But the fantastical world of porn make the impossible possible. I just want you all to know, when I entertain guests, you'll be watching porn. The question I ask is, "What type or studio of porn do you like?" When you answer," I don't care." You've committed to watching what i like. I do give an option for next scene or movie but you get that every now and then. Nor "next" then "next" etc. When I am able to find something that they settle on; my porno pride begins to show. So porn is not universal. Because you're gay doesn't give you affection for all gay porn, true. But its so much better to gave sex to than straight porn! [My devices which can transmit video have been engineered to not be able to play straight shit.] I'm highly opinionated on this subject. I'm full of shit sometimes but not when it's porn. I know A LOT of useless minutiae. Right now im watching what most would consider the most controversial gay porn ever made. And it's good and terribl÷ all at the sane time. And still as controversial as ever. Know what it is?

Lol they're embarrassingly cringe worthy at the best of times so no they don't do much for me

That was so hot.

Damn bud, that is so fucking HOT!

It Happened in the Bush - Part 2 by Hozzel June 2022 Ricky landed on Dean with a loud smack. He grabbed Dean's stiff prick and gobbled it straight into his eager mouth, making happy sounds like, "Nom, nom, nom." With white hot sexual energy he wriggled and writhed, moaned and groaned, sucked and licked and twisted and rubbed almost all at once. Surprised, Dean jerked and gasped at the sudden sparkling sensations shooting through his electrified nerves from his sensitive cockhead and stem and mauled balls. Well, Dean thought, forget foreplay and getting to know you. Damn the torpedoes, just fuck on! Which suited his erotic mood brilliantly. A great get-away afternoon had turned from awesome to fantabulous. "Woa, there, mate! Don't forget me!" Jim hauled his muscular body over Dean's, grabbed Ricky's super-stiff prong and began to pump fast. "Mmmm... Mmmm..." Dean felt Ricky's lips and tongue swirl and caress his exposed knob, a sensual gesture backed with eager lust. He felt his warm balls massaged then Ricky's middle finger snake beneath to his tight hole. His pleased body quivered at the quick, sudden invasion, not from pain but anticipation. Dean cringed as Ricky sucked hard and rapidly slipped his finger in and out of the hot, tight hole. He moaned, "Oh, yeah. That's..." Ricky pulled his dark-haired head up, gripped Dean's penis and began to wank furiously while also finger-fucking. "Come on," he hissed. "Get this fucker hard! I've waited too long for this!" Dean knew that urgent feeling all too well. For Ricky, being fucked was just as erotic, hot and satisfying sexually as jabbing his own cock into a welcome tight hole. The act of fucking itself had considerable emotional meaning to the young enthusastic man. Dean liked switching between being a keen huffing bottom and a pushy bucking top. From personal experience he could appreciate Ricky's huge sexual cravings. "Here," Jim said, climbing around on top of Dean's gasping chest, "Let me help, too." His shaved head descended and the two friends took turns with Dean out in the summer bush. They alternately licked and sucked while Jim continued to please Ricky at the same time. Erotic sensations almost overwhelmed. Two sets of lips, two teasing tongues, two sets of fingers explored his ripped stomach, sensitive penis and thick thighs. Little involuntary tremors shook through his thrilled body. Head spinning, he reached and brushed Jim's muscle-hard thigh then Ricky's fuzzy head. It all felt marvelous and his obedient cock began to feel heavy again. Pleased with their accomplishment, the men chuckled as it inflated in their hands and mouths. Dean felt that wonderful sexual power surge through his entire stimulated body. A seriously hard cock was one of the greatest feelings in the world, one he tried to maintain often. It could infuse his entire body with humming sexual strength. In Ricky's mouth that instrument swelled and stretched until the granite-solid erection screamed and swollen balls silently shouted. He grunted and thrust his hips up, driving the newly re-bloated head as far back as he could. Jim rolled away, laughing. "Think he's there, mate." Ricky leapt up then dropped onto his hands and knees next to Dean. "Come on! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" If his smile grew any wider, Dean thought, it would break his lovely face. He had never before seen such rampant enthusiasm. He heaved up, scooted behind the young man and placed his spread palms on the small fleshy globes of Ricky's tight ass cheeks, hot from the high summer sun. His penis felt huge and heavy now, ready to go for another scorching load. Could short, muscley Ricky Delgado take it? Dean abhorred pain and hurting Ricky was the last thing he wished to do. He ran his finger down the crack and nuzzled in until he touched the hot, damp tiny gateway. His finger slipped inside easily. Ricky hummed and pushed back, forcing Dean's finger deeper. He wriggled and could feel that walnut-sized center-of-immense-pleasure was swollen solid and sensitive-ready. When Dean pulled his finger out, Ricky complained, "Come on! Stick it in me!" "Got any lube?" Jim jumped up. "Hang on." He scrambled over to his clothes and fished out a small plastic tube. "Pays to be always prepared." "Hurry!" Ricky yelled. "I need it!" He was already rocking back and forth. Dean glanced down at Jim's shiny face as the man slicked his cock. Jim nodded, still grinning. Dean thought he seemed to enjoy watching his fuckbud getting it on with someone else. Jim said, "Dude, you're awfully hard. You could do someone serious damage with this weapon. My tingling ass still remembers!" Jim guided the swollen rod of blood-engorged muscle between Ricky's tightening cheeks and placed it against the puckered entrance. Dean took a shuddering breath. His heart fluttered. He grasped Ricky's swaying buttocks. Before he could push, Ricky lunged back. Dean's cock popped right in. He sank deep into ass-clutching heaven. His balls swung against Ricky's. His knob and length throbbed inside the hot snugness. Ricky literally sighed. "Fuck me loud, you feel even better than I dreamed!" "Thanks," Jim said sarcastically. "You're just as good, too." Jim rose next to Dean. He began to kiss the stunned man. Jim's thick lips felt divine as he fondled Dean's balls. Dean wrapped an arm around Jim and held him close while they tongue lashed each other. Kissing was always good. "Come on!" the young bottom insisted. He impatiently twerked then began to jerk forward and back causing Dean's hard pole to slip out and in. Dean released the dark man then slammed into Ricky hard several times. "There!" He placed his palms on the tops of Ricky's buttocks, pulled back then sawed more gently. "Wow," Ricky uttered. "Feels good. Faster." Ricky started driving back like a mad jackrabbit. Power flowed from the young man's strong frame and clenching anus into Dean's sensitive cock and through his quivering body. His heavy balls slapped Ricky's with every sharp jab. Jim crawled beneath and pleasured Ricky's penis with his mouth and fingers causing the young man to moan. "Fuck, this kid's fast!" Dean blurted. "I like to get right into it. And who're you callin' a kid?" Ricky spat. "I'm twenty." "Sorry. You're a great slut! Worth every second." And, thought Dean, deserving a lot of respect. He would use that word as it was meant to be used, in a good way to describe a great person. "Too right I am a slut! And proud of it! Oh... Ooh... I'm going... going to... Oh... Fuuuuuck I'm cumming!" Triggered by excitement and swift stimulation, a burst of shocking pleasure exploded like a cracker inside Ricky causing his entire body to cringe tight. He cried out and gulped precious air. Sweat broke out like a thousand tiny orange spots across Ricky's back and shoulders. He shook and firmly rammed himself back onto Dean's rod over and over, almost as if he was driving the fuck. Beneath his tense stomach, inside Jim's sucking mouth, his tight cock bobbed and pulsed, veins visible as the power muscle squeezed. He yelled something Dean couldn't make out and smashed back driving the penetrating cock as far into his ass as possible. As Dean continued to slam into his partner he started yelling further encouragement. "Fuck, I'm gunna jizz you! Fuck, I'm gunna so fill your cunt! Uh... uh... uh... Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" Dean vaguely heard from Jim beneath, "That's it, boy, smash it into him. Feel it! Feel it big! Make him come again so I can taste it, and then fill him full of your boiling cum. Make him yours!" Dean punched his incredibly stiff cock into Ricky hard. His fingers clawed Ricky's butt and clenched hard. Wham! Wham! Wham! The sex crazed man powered deep and rough, sawing in and out for his own pleasure, now unheeding anything else. His entire body tingled, and the tingling built into a mighty heaving mass of potent fuck-meat driven by toned strong muscle. He smashed deep. He leaned and wrapped his arms around Ricky's body and squeezed. On and on he hammered the young man, feeling his potent cock savage in and out. Almost gasping for enough air, powerful sensations raced through his singing nerves, spanking his body into jerking spasms. Hot jizz boiled from his tight balls up the throbbing stem and burst out the tip of his swollen sensitive pulsing glans buried deep inside the tight clasping tunnel in which he was firmly embedded. He fired and shrieked loud and pushed while his cock blasted gallons of thick sizzling spermy goo. Pulse after jabbing pulse, shot after powerful shot, pumped deep into Ricky's guts, filling, overflowing. Dean's body shook in a shattering orgasm, stronger than before, strong, sharp, fierce. Ricky's ass spasmed again at that moment, tripling the height of their paired orgasms. Together, the fucking pair cascaded convulsing feelings over and over as Dean squirted every drop into the small huffing muscular ball of sexual energy. Ricky yelled again and his cock shot as well. Quick blasts made Jim splutter, gooey strings lined his cheeks. He quickly sucked the spasming prong of its remaining fuel. Panting heavily, Dean relaxed and fucked a few more strokes while he pushed out the last of his cum, then fell away onto his back, gasping huge thankful lungfuls. He felt so great he started laughing. His knees bent, legs kicked and his curled hands shook. Ricky and Jim fell and rolled, too, laughing with him. "That was ... fucking ... awesome!" Ricky proclaimed. He rolled onto his back. Gulping more air and finally calming, Dean's hand flopped onto Ricky's chest, then he reached down and touched Ricky's wet cock. Still hard, dripping, throbbing, it felt wonderful in Dean's gently sliding fingertips. Ricky flinched from sensitivity but did not pull away. "You okay?" said Dean. "Great! Bareback is the only way to fly!" "I mean, how do you feel? Both of you? Are we all good?" Dean looked at Jim and they both chuckled. Jim gestured. Dean rolled up and over, took Ricky's cock into his thankful mouth and began to lick him clean. "Thank you. This has been more than a dream come true. I'm really sorry I didn't pick up your signals at the gym," he said. "I have been wanting to dick you really bad for weeks now." "Me, too," Ricky sighed. "I got hard for you in the shower! I thought that might have been a big message." "Yeah, almost did, but I can be too cautious. Next time, I promise I'll fuck you for sure." Dean raised his head and chuckled. He stared down at Ricky's slowly softening pole then over at Jim. "That okay? I'm not intruding if Ricky and I ..." Jim chortled. "Hey, we fuck whoever we want. Remember, I fucked you first." "I don't want to spoil your special weekend." "You've added to it, mate." "Ricky, I love your enthusiasm." "Can't get fucked enough," Ricky said. He reached over and slid his fingertips lovingly along Jim's cheek. "That's nothin'," Jim commented. He sucked Ricky's finger for a moment then stood up. His long penis hung invitingly between muscular thighs. Dean reached up and slid his fingers along the length, trying to send Jim a warm signal. Jim said, "His brother is a major rootrat. Look, the Sun's getting low. How about we head back and get some tucker?" "Good with me." Dean stood and reached for his clothes. "Hey!" Ricky said. His prong had finally started to wilt. "How about the three of us sleep together?" "You're as bad as your bro," Jim said. "I was hoping to have your warm little bod curled next to mine tonight so I can root you whenever I get hard, and I plan on doing that a lot. I'll be ready again soon." Dean made a decision, shrugged and rolled up the blanket. "My small tent might be a bit too cozy for the three of us. Where's your camp?" "East campsite." "Damn. I'm at the west site. Not close." Jim and Ricky, hand in hand, headed back along the trail followed by a pondering Dean. Half way down they came to a fork where the trail branched to the separate campsites. Ricky said hopefully, "Maybe we can come around in the morning?" "That'd be a great breakky," Dean replied. "Jim, you right with that?" He nodded. "Sounds like a plan. A morning threeway after a night of carnal sin." He patted Ricky's bum. "Although my man, here, might be a tad bit worn out." "No fuckin' way!" "See you then, maybe," said Dean. This was their special weekend and he did not want to offend Jim, who he realized could become a great occasional fuckbuddy, too. He smiled, nodded at Jim who shook his head but grinned. He understood young Ricky Delgado's exuberant needs all too well. ### A/N: What happens next? Stay tuned for part 3, cumming soon. Did this little story do anything for you? To you? Don't hesitate to write me.

I've never believed that the guys were completely (or even partly) straight on that site or most of the other similar ones, e.g., Bait Bus or New York Straight Men (a couple of guys I met who were/are emphatically gay told me they had made videos for the latter site). Personally, past a certain point (e.g., fantasizing about a particular uncle, some cousins or my childhood psychiatrist 🤣), straight men don't interest me. Probably because I sense no interest from them, which is really not conducive to feeling sexy or sexual or sensual. My gaydar isn't infallible, no one's is, but if there's no spark and I'm going to have to chase a man...forget about it. In NYC my friends and I have been known to say "Never, ever run after a cab, a bus, a train or a man. There's always another one coming along."

My hairy ass.

Jesus, we all need to jeteson the fear that has been beaton into us by our ultra puritan consevative upbringing...if we live in fear we will never get to enjoy the joys of life...Chlamydia, gono and syph can , in most cases, be cured. Yeah, the shots hurt like hell but STIs are the possible consequences of raw bb sex...have I had STDs...yup, gono twice, syph and Giardia (luv eating freshly bred asses)...but would I trade it for a condum fuck...hell NO...Raw is Law!!! Over cu your "fears" and get your hungry ass...or horned cock...to the nearest bath house, sex club or fuck party and learn to luv life!!! 🤪

Next door neighbor was having trouble with his walking lawnmower behind his house early this morning. He saw me bending over getting the newspaper in just my boxer shorts and flipflops in my driveway and called me over to see what I thought was wrong. He already knew I was gsy, so when I bent over to check his lawnmower out, he slipped his hand down the back of my shorts and started rubbing my hole with his finger. I moaned. He then pulled my boxers down, kept me bent over, spit on my hole and took his already hard cock out of his blue jeans and started to fuck me with just the spit as lube. If anyone saw it just looked like I was working on his lawnmower. He pumped a good long time and even though it felt great we both kept quiet til he unloaded deep in my ass. He zipped up and pulled my shorts up from behind. Nobody said a word. I picked up my newspaper and headed back to my house for a good cup of coffee while he cranked his lawnmower engine.

I just accept the fact i enjoy bareback sex too much. Catching STDs and becoming poz is just a part of life for the life style i choose. If i see a hot guy with a great cock i couldn't care less what i might catch off them, i just want him to make love to me and satisfy my needs.

This place was called Oscar's and was in a backstreet near the old thameslink station. As I commuted from there, I often got away early to visit the cinema on my way home. It was the sleaziest, dirtiest rough place with most guys real trolls who went for the afternoon in the hope of getting off any way they could. It wasn't exactly romantic! It was really exciting to go from my office in my suit, pay my money and descend into this sleaze pit. It smelt, it was hot, the floor was slippery and it was dark apart from the light from the screen. I'd head to the back where most guys stood and wait for some action. The first couple of times I was nervous and then I realised you had to be really obvious, so I'd drop my trousers and pants and bend over the seats in the back row. The trolls couldn't believe their luck and it wouldn't be long before I was being fucked with a queue of men waiting their turn. If only my co-workers knew I was breeding like a pig only a few hundred yards from the office!

3. Micah Over the noise of the assembled men, the sounds of flesh against flesh, the quiet undertones of sexual attraction, and the hiss of the torches, a church bell tolled for midnight. I wondered if the old Catholic priest knew what was happening just around the corner from his church. In front of me, the sacrifice was still tied down to the altar with one congregant's cock deep in his ass and another congregant's cock forced in his throat. Did the priest know how it was impossible for his God to exist without my Dark Lord? A one-sided coin was impossibility; so was light without dark, happiness without suffering, and duty without pleasure. Did the priest know the truth about his Savior? How Jesus had known the Dark Lord? How Jesus had followed God's commandments of duty, just as much as he had worshipped my Dark Lord's pleasures? Tonight, pleasures had certainly been had. The sacrifice had been fucked for nearly four hours now. If my count was correct, he had taken seventeen loads from my congregants. Powered by the drugs, by Lucifer's spirit, by their own animal urges, my congregants showed no sign of slowing down. In addition, every single one of their loads was poisoned with the Dark Lord's virus. As my congregants had repeatedly fucked the sacrifice, I had relaxed in the throne at the front of the church. I watched the execution unfold and the altar boys made sure that I was well taken care of. The glass cock was always full and my cock was always hard. Some of the new altar boys would gag on the size of my shaft; most of them quickly learned how to accommodate my size. Some others, well, they learned how resistance to my desires was not an option. One of the newer altar boys had to be taken back to the labyrinth, and was given a training session on the finer points of cocksucking. He returned an hour later, with bruises on his back and a mouth spreader ensuring he was always available to the members of the congregation. It was especially pleasurable to see the tears still drying on his cheeks, a visible sign of his devotion to the path of the Dark Lord. Finally, the last of the congregants grunted in pleasure. The spasms of his body showed that he was injecting the sacrifice with his poisonous semen. As he withdrew, Jeff stood up from his position by the sacrifice. "My father," he said. "Yes, my son," I replied. I took the glass pipe from where it lay beside my throne. I knew what he was going to announce, and what I was going to need to do. "The congregation has anointed the sacrifice with the seed of their loins and the virus of the Dark Lord. He is now yours to finish." "You have done well, my son," I said, standing up from the throne. "You all have made the Dark Lord very happy with your efforts. It is time for you to celebrate the night. Give yourself over to the pleasure of our Devil God." "Amen," the congregation uttered, as they all walked towards the back of the nave, past the sacrificial altar, past my throne. They would enter the labyrinth in the back, and celebrate for the rest of the night. Their balls were still full of cum, their asses ready for sex. It didn't take long before it was just four of us: an altar boy, Jeff, myself, and the sacrifice. "I give you the sacrifice. May the Dark Lord be merciful to him, even as you are not," Jeff said. He walked to the back and joined the other men. I could hear the grunts of pleasure, the moans of agony rising from the orgy that was beginning. The sacrifice raised his head, just enough to see me. I smiled at him, then paused long enough to take one long hit from the pipe. Even though I had been smoking most of the night, I still felt the effect of the drugs on me, pushing me a little closer to Lucifer and his world of depraved pleasures. I held the hit for as long as I could, then exhaled. The sacrifice smiled, and I could sense the hunger in his soul for more. "Come," I said to the altar boy. "Bring the silver charger." The young boy picked up a small silver plate. On it was four shards of crystal, each fairly large. He followed me as I descended to stand in front of the sacrifice. The drugs were hitting me hard, and my cock was throbbing now. I needed to get inside the bottom's hole and feel all of the cum that he had accumulated. But the ritual came first. "Tears of Lucifer," I said, motioning to the plate the altar boy held. "You know what most people get wrong about my Dark Lord?" The sacrifice shook his head. "The Dark Lord. Everyone thinks he is about pain and suffering. But he is not. He's about pleasure. Only pleasure. Pleasure unencumbered by any responsibility or duties." I paused for a moment. "That's why I am not afraid of joining him." "Joining him?" the sacrifice said. I raised the heavy leather hood up just enough to expose the deep purple spot on my chest. The sacrifice's eyes were just barely able to focus on it. "Yeah," I said. "It's what you think it is." The sacrifice lowered his head again, already tired from the ordeal. "The Vikings understood the Dark Lord best. They called him Loki, the trickster. He's out for pleasure." He looked up at me once more. His hunger was painfully clear on his face. Getting fucked by seventeen men was barely enough to satisfy him. He needed more. He needed more drugs, more fucking, and most of all, more of our deadly semen. He nodded. He was high enough that I didn't know if he even understood what I was saying. But, tonight, it hardly mattered. All that was important was that he was here and that he was open to everything that we had already put inside of him. Plus, he was ready for more. "The tears. It clears the mind. It frees the body. And one of these is for you." The altar boy knelt down, holding the platter in front of the sacrifice. "Which one do you want?" I asked. The young man tried to pull his hand away from the altar to point, but remembered that he was still restrained. "The one on the right," he said, before closing his eyes again. It was the largest one on the platter. "You choose well," I said. I motioned for the altar boy to stand. He had done this ritual once before and knew what he had to do. He stood behind the sacrifice, and waited for me. Slowly, I joined him, and took the long, thin shard from the platter. "This goes into you. Into your ass, where it can melt in the pool of toxic semen you have accumulated." "I understand," the sacrifice said. "It is not my place to protest anything you choose to do to me. Everything is in honor of the Dark Lord." I smiled. Sometimes the sacrifices protested, especially after so many men had fucked them. Their asses were sore and they were having second thoughts about pledging themselves to the Dark Lord's army. But this one knew what he was getting himself into. I took the shard from the platter. It was larger and heavier than at first glance. I hoped that the sacrifice would be able to endure the experience. "Ready, sacrifice?" I asked him. It was a formality; the only answer I expected from him was an affirmative yes. "Yes, my master," he said. His voice was flat and neutral. He had been through an ordeal over the past few hours, and emotion was far away. With my free hand, I spread his ass cheeks apart, exposing his well-fucked hole. It was dripping cum, and was slowly pulsing with his every heartbeat. The members of my congregation had opened him up. Putting a small shard of tina into him was going to be easy. I pinched the shard between my thumb and forefinger, and pushed into him. He grunted, but his ass offered only the slightest resistance to me. I pressed in, past my first knuckle, then the second knuckle. "Ugh," he said, but remained still. Finally, I had my fingers all the way in him. I released the shard, feeling it float in the pools of thick cum still in his ass. I slowly pulled out, making sure all of the toxic fluids and drugs stayed inside of him. "You're fucked, sacrifice," I said, as I massaged his hole, getting it to close up and hold all of the mancum inside. "Totally fucked." "I know, my master," he said. "For the rest of the night," I started. "Everything and anything good in your world is going to come from my cock. You keep me happy. I'll keep the dark lord happy, and if you are lucky, he may cry a few more tears of joy to keep you happy." My cock was throbbing. It was hard to keep from plunging into his ass, and feel all that cum inside of him. But there were other things to do first. I turned to the altar boy. "You may join the others in the solstice orgy," I said. "Let them share their virus with you. Now, it is time for me to complete the execution." "I understand," the altar boy said. He placed the platter on the ground, and backed away from me quickly. There was a sense of fear as he stepped away, as if he was seeing my power for the very first time. It only made my cock harder and drip more. Once outside the pentagram, he turned and walked quickly to the labyrinth in the back. I was now alone with the sacrifice. He was still tied down to the altar, his ass and mouth still exposed for me, making him totally defenseless against anything I had planned. "You know about the Last Supper, don't you?" I asked. "The truth?" "I don't know. No," he said. I knelt down behind him, and spread his cheeks apart again. His hole was right there, a bit of cum dripping out of it. "The paintings and stories are all wrong. It wasn't a dinner." I pressed my face into his crack, inhaling deeply of the sweat and cum. My cock was throbbing, desperate to get inside of the sacrifice. "What really happened has been suppressed and forgotten. It was more of an orgy." I stuck my tongue out and teased his hole. It was a mixture of salty sweat, slightly sweet cum, and the bitter tang of the crystal. "It's our job to remember what happened. To make sure the real memory of Jesus is maintained." "Oh?" I knew it was hard for the sacrifice to follow anything I said. His mind was racing off in a million directions, all of then involving pleasure. As best he could while tied up, he pressed his ass back against my goatee, eager for any tiny bit of stimulation. For me, it was time to stop talking theology, and start the final part of the ritual. "I'm going to die," I said. "There are no more drugs for me. It's now just a matter of time." I stood up, and stroked my cock. It was still hard. "But, before I die, I'm going to pass on the Dark Lord's gift to me. It will become your gift and a gift that you will need to share with others. As many as you can." "I will, my master." He paused for a moment. "My executioner." His back arched as he presented his ass to me. "Please," he said, his words starting to slur as he disappeared into a drug-fueled fantasy. "Of course, my son." I stood behind him, and pulled back my foreskin to expose my swollen cockhead. I pressed the head against his hole, coating it the accumulated lube and cum. "Ready for my cock? My deadly cock?" "Please," he said again. "Let me serve Lucifer." I lined my cock up with his hole, and pressed against him. There was no resistance at all; over the course of the night, his ass had been completely opened up. It was a rare feeling, to find a man so open and so accepting that there was not even the barest hint of a struggle against an invading cock. I wanted to savor that feeling of control and domination, when my dick first entered a man, but my cock had other ideas. It practically pulled itself into the sacrifice's body, navigating through the pools of dirty cum into order to seek out barely explored depths where it's own deadly load would find fertile soil. "Fuck me. Kill me." "You are already dead," I said. He was warm and comfortable, all the accumulated spooge lubricating my small thrusts into him. I allowed myself to pull out, just to get the pleasure of sinking all the way back into him. The sacrifice was not the only one for whom the drugs had taken ahold of. I had been smoking from the glass pipe all evening and my own depraved sexual needs had been barely satiated by the oral service provided by the altar boys. Now, there was only one thought running through my mind: I needed to defile this man's body. All I could focus on was the pleasure of adding another load of virus-laden cum to his growing collection. "You were dead the moment you walked into the temple." The sacrifice slumped slightly; his body no longer quite as taut against the restraints of the altar. "I know," he said. His voice was full of defeat as the full enormity of what he had done soaked into his drug-addled mind. The thought made my cock twitch. Another bolus of pre-cum dripped from my dickhead into his body. It was full of the Devil's virus and it would soon be part of the sacrifice's very genetic code. "I know," he repeated. As much as I wanted to cum right then and complete the ceremony, I had to make it last. It was my responsibility as the executioner to complete the sentence, to make sure that the sacrifice had no chance of reprieve. I continued to thrust in and out of his hole. Occasionally, I had to reach down to scoop up the spooge that had dripped out of him. I carefully pressed it back into the hole. There was so much of the thick, slippery fluid it was hard to imagine that it would eventually all be absorbed. But it would, and the contribution from the many men would change the sacrifice╒s life forever. Lost in the beautiful haze of the crystal fog, I continued to pound at the sacrifice's hole. Time was no longer important; the crystal made sure of that and the task would take as long as it had to. I don't know if it was just a few minutes or a few hours, but eventually, the sacrifice's hole was no longer dripping spooge. "Please?" he said, a plaintive cry for mercy. I paused for a moment with my cock buried in his warm hole. The last thing I wanted to do was to stop fucking the sacrifice. My dick was still rock hard and my balls were full of toxic fluid. "I haven't cum yet," I said. "I know," he said. "I want you to cum in me." "Of course you do," I said. I pulled my cock almost all the way out, leaving just the very tip of it inside of him. "Please," he said again. He had gotten what he had wanted, my cock no longer balls-deep inside of him, only to discover that the discomfort me fucking him caused was also the source of all of his pleasure. "I need it." "I know. We all need it." I pulled all the way out, my shaft glistening with the last few drops of sperm still in the sacrifice's hole. I pushed back into him, feeling his hole wrap around my cock. It was hot from the fucking and I briefly felt sorry for him. Getting fucked was now agony, each stroke of my cock a burning hot poker in his ass. But not getting fucked was also agony for the sacrifice. It was an utter lack of connection and nothing to ground him to another human. My cock pulsed as I watched the struggle between pain and pleasure play out as the sacrifice grappled against the restraints holding him to the altar. He would first fight them, trying to escape the relentless onslaught of my dick. The sacrifice would then relax and embrace the thick leather bands holding him in place. The restraints let him accept my cock and allowed me to fuck him like the Dark Lord demanded. The brief break, watching the sacrifice fuck himself on my dick helped to re-energize me. It reminded me of my purpose that night and why I had dedicated my life to the Dark Lord. I was there to kill this young man, to kill him by infecting him with a deadly virus, and then to have the pleasure of watching him waste away and die. I pulled my cock out and slammed it back into him. He grunted and moaned which was what I wanted to hear. "Please," he said. "The straps." With my dick comfortably lodged deep in his hole, I paused for a moment to inspect the sacrifice. The leather straps securing him to the altar were necessarily tight, biting into his skin. I had heard stories of the early days, before the altar had been built, when sacrifices would flee the ceremony, before the execution had been completed. The restraints ensured that any second thoughts were not an issue. I ran my finger along the edge of a strap across the victim's back. His body tensed up and he grunted. "Ouch," he said. "You will take my load," I said. "No matter what." "I know. I want it," the sacrifice said. "It just hurts." "Death is always painful." I repeated my action, feeling how hot his skin was. His ass clenched around my cock, as he struggled to maintain his composure. "If I undo the straps, you aren't going to try anything, are you?" "No my master," he said. The curtain blocking access to the labyrinth rustled, and we both looked up. An altar boy appeared. He was young and blond, with the blank expression of a tweaker. "Do you need anything, Sir?" he asked me. His timing was perfect. "Help me with the sacrifice," I said. "It is time to release him from the earthly bonds." "Of course, Sir." I finally pulled my cock out of the sacrifice; I immediately missed the warmth of his hole and the comforting power of dominating him. The altar boy knew what to do, taking position across from me. Quickly, we undid the leather straps. "Help him up," I said, retiring back to the throne of the high priest. My cock was still erect and a bead of pre-cum was forming at the tip. I wanted to get back inside of the sacrifice and feel my toxic juices drip into him. The altar boy helped the sacrifice up from the altar. It was a slow process. The sacrifice was obviously tired and sore from the unnatural position, and he had barely moved in many hours. "Get up," the altar boy encouraged him, holding on to his arm and pulling. The sacrifice suddenly recoiled with a sharp yelp. The altar boy had grabbed him on his wrist, right where the straps had held him in place. But, eventually, the condemned man stood, and took halting steps towards me. "Please," the altar boy begged. He knew that if I were to get angry, he would pay the price for the sacrifice's weaknesses. Finally, the sacrifice was standing in front of me. He was shaking, but it was hard to tell if that was from the uncomfortable position he had been forced into, the long hours of getting fucked, or all the drugs that had been forced on him. It didn't matter. The Dark Lord could rejoice in any and all forms of agony we would subject the sacrifice to. "Show me your wrists," I told the man. Slowly, he held his hands out. The bright red stripes from the restraints were obvious, even in the dimly lit room. I ran my finger over my cockhead, collecting the slippery pre-cum, and pushing back my foreskin. I reached out and rubbed it into the raw skin. "Owww," the sacrifice grunted. "It burns." "It should," I said. "It is what the Dark Lord wants for you tonight." He nodded. I wondered how sore his throat was, after so many hours of sucking cock. "Kneel," I said. The sacrifice fought the rebellion in his muscles and slowly dropped to his knees in front of me. "Suck," I said, grabbing the base of my cock. He opened his mouth and took the head of my dick. His tongue was warm and wet against my cockhead. It wasn't as good as his hole, but it was not bad. The sacrifice was still shaking, even down on his knees. The subtle movement of his head and his mouth served to further stimulate me. The sacrifice then ran his tongue along my foreskin, and my dick throbbed, dripping more of the deadly pre-cum into his body. I couldn't hold out any longer. I pulled his head off my shaft. "Time for you to take it up the ass again, sacrifice." He stared at me, his eyes glassy and uncomprehending of what was happening. I smiled, eagerly anticipating the warmth of his tender ass and the implicit permission to breed him with my toxic loads. "Sit on it," I said. I spread my legs, exposing my thick, hard shaft and swollen balls. I needed release, and I needed it soon. The sacrifice wasted no time in mounting my cock. His hole was still open and accepting, and he did not hesitate to take the entire length. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "Take it," I murmured into his ear. "Make the Dark Lord happy with your death. Enjoy your execution." I said a silent prayer to Lucifer, commending the poor man's soul to his eternal pleasure. The prayer was quickly answered as deep in the sacrifice's body, my cock got even longer and harder. "Take every drop of my poison." "I'm scared," he said. Through the mask, I could stare into his eyes without him seeing me. There were tears there. It was the first sign of him breaking down, the first piece of doubt about his actions tonight. Of course, it was far too late for him. The damage had already been done and the virus had been injected into him. "What are you afraid of? The pleasure that awaits you in the lap of the Dark Lord?" He tried to make sense of the words, but the drugs were too much for him. Instead, he nodded in dumb agreement. "There is nothing holding you back. No more fear. No more uncertainty. No more limits." My cock was throbbing and my balls were tight against my body. Even if I had wanted to, it was going to be impossible to hold off much longer. "Are you afraid?" he asked me. He lifted up the edge of the executioner's hood I was wearing, just enough to expose the red lesion on my chest. "Of the future." I shook my head side to side. "No," I said. "There is no fear." I slammed my cock into him, grabbing his hip to hold him in place. "Only pleasure." I pulled out, and thrust into him again. "Only pleasure," I gasped. My cock had decided it had had enough, and the familiar tingle at the tip of my dickhead had grown. I was right at the edge of cumming. "Please?" the sacrifice asked. It was the push I needed. My hips bucked once more, landing my cock as deep as I had ever been in the poor man's ass. I had a brief moment of perfect clarity, as my balls clenched and my dick throbbed. I could visualize the bolus of cum as it traveled the length of my shaft and then erupted in the sacrifice's body. "Take it," I grunted. "Take Lucifer's cum. Take his virus." I gasped, and another volley of virus-laden sperm shot out. The sacrifice squeezed his ass and ensured that the cum would stay in him until his body absorbed it. "Die, faggot," I said. Together with my brothers in Sätan, we had infected this hapless man, and he would soon be just as sick and diseased as we were. The sacrifice could feel my dick throb and pump him full of cum. "Please," he repeated again. "Please." "Take my AIDS jizz," I said. "Fucking take my toxic loads." "Please," he repeated. No matter how many loads he got tonight, no matter how many strains of the disease he got, it would never be enough to satisfy him. "Please kill me." "Dirty fucking fag. Taking all those loads today. Letting all those contaminated men breed your hole." My cock was still pumping out its own blighted juice into him, draining my balls. "Taking my virus." "Please," he said again. He was no longer a lost and confused boy. He knew what he needed. He needed to die, and the only way he knew was to get infected with the plague killing us all. If it was not me who did it, it would be another member of our condemned tribe. "Please." "You have it," I said, as the last few drops of my sperm leaked out of my cock and into the sacrifice's body. "Prepare for your agonizing death." He rode my cock for a few seconds longer, trying, vainly, to milk out a few more drops of my toxin. But my balls were drained, and my cock was exquisitely sensitive in the post-orgasmic bliss. "Thank you," he said, as he relaxed, still impaled on my still-hard cock. "Thank you."

2. Jeff I waited for the very last drop of my cum to drip out of my dick before I pulled out. I needed Tim to get every precious drop of my spooge and with it, as much of my virus as he could. I had been waiting for the chance to fuck Tim for far too long and I didn't want this opportunity to go to waste. It had only been a few months ago that I had found out he barebacked. That he had done it once was all I needed to know: it wasn't a matter of if he would take my poz cock, it was just a careful negotiation of when he would. And now, only six months later, I had just unloaded deep into his unprotected guts. "Thank you," Tim grunted, as my cockhead slipped out of his hole with a barely audible pop. It was slick and shiny. Tim had gotten a dildo Diablo right before I fucked him; the frozen sperm had melted and coated his guts and then my shaft. From the gyrations of his ass and his moans, it was also clear that the tina had also taken effect. Most ceremonies began with the sacrifice getting the dildo Diablo or the Devil's Cock; a frozen rod of semen collected the men of our congregation. Of course, we made it even better by sprinkling it with a generous amount of crystal methamphetamine. By the time it melted, the sacrifice would be so hungry and needy he would rarely worry about the long-term consequences of his action. This ceremony was no different. It had been easy to tell when the crystal had hit Tim. It had been in the middle of me fucking him, and the high had continued to build for him. Now, he was completely tweaked out and definitely ready for the rest of the solstice celebration. The hot poz men, dirty satanic talk, and unprotected bareback sex would be just what he needed. "My turn," a man said. I turned. Standing next to me was one of my brothers in the Dark Lord. With the black leather mask and the flickering candles, it was hard to tell who it was. But names did not matter. We were all just foot soldiers in the army of the Dark Lord, doing his vital work. I stepped aside, giving the next man access to Tim's raw hole. The stranger quickly lined up his cock, and then sunk it into the sacrifice. Tim grunted in response, a deep masculine sound of pleasure. He looked up, but before he had a chance to turn his head, I stepped in front of him and guided his head down to my cock. "Lick it clean for me," I said. He opened his mouth, and let me push the head of my cock into his warm mouth. "All the way," I said. Telling him to take it all the way was redundant. Tim was still strapped down to the fuck bench, so it was impossible for him to move. But he sucked on my shaft so hard that I was nearly dragged forward. I took a slight step towards him. He had no choice but to swallow me balls-deep, which he did. "Yeah," I moaned, as his warm mouth enveloped my shaft and his tongue lapped up all the juices that had accumulated. "Taste all those loads. All of them infected." "Mmmmmph," Tim said, his mouth full of my cock, and his ass now full of the stranger. Neither of us were using a condom, and both of us were infected by HIV. If Tim was thinking about that, he made no sign of it, arching his back to meet the other guy's shaft, and massaging my dickhead with his throat. Finally, my dick was clean, and my cock was starting to grow soft, exhausted from the first orgasm but not quite ready for the second one yet. "Please?" he said as I pulled my shaft out of his mouth. "Don't worry," I said. "You're going to get plenty more before the night is done." "Good," he said. "How are you feeling?" I asked. The executioner had retreated to his throne, and out of the corner of my eyes, I could see one of the altar boys going down on him. The executioner didn't like us getting too familiar with the victim, but he knew I had recruited Tim. I knelt down so that my face level was with his. Up close, I could see just how tweaked he was. "I don't know. Wonderful. Amazing. But also, I dunno," he said, tailing off. His eyes closed and a look of utter bliss was on his face. His back arched, all the better to accept the stranger's raw cock. He had never even seen this man, and yet, he was letting him fuck him. It was his long-repressed, perverted desires being unleashed by the crystal. "What?" I asked. Seeing him so utterly defenseless against his needs was getting me hard again. He didn't care who was fucking him. No, it was more that he couldn't care who was fucking him. All that was important was that he was getting fucked. "I'm scared. This isn't like me." "But do you want it to be like you?" "Yeah," he said. He opened his eyes again. They were unfocused and distant. He had entered his own world, and given himself over to pleasure. He had given himself to the Dark Lord. "I want to be free. To enjoy everything." "Good. You are giving yourself over to pleasure." "To pleasure," he repeated, dreamily. He closed his eyes again and arched his back. The man behind him obliged, and pounded his ass a bit harder. "It's just, this isn't, this isn't me." He suddenly focused and realized where he was. He pulled off the stranger's cock, but found himself held in place by the thick leather straps. "Relax," I said. I ran my hand over his face, feeling the stubble on his cheek, and my touch had an immediate response. His body slouched and relaxed, but he still allowed the stranger to continue fucking him. "We dosed you with a drug. It's going to be ok. It's going to help you do this." "A drug?" he asked. A smile emerged, as the idea of getting drugged up finally hit him. "Fucking hot," he said. Tim, or rather, the sacrifice, was a lot kinkier than I had thought. This was suddenly starting to get very interesting for me, and my cock was getting hard again. "You," Micah said. Tonight, playing the role of the executioner, Micah had final say on everything. I hoped he had not noticed how hard my cock had gotten. I wanted to get back inside of Tim so badly, and I didn't want Micah interfering, even if it was for the sake of the ceremony. "Is something wrong with the sacrifice?" he asked, loudly. "No, Sir," I said, turning my head to face the executioner. "He is a bit afraid, but nothing he can't handle." "The sacrifice should be afraid. Our Dark Lord takes pleasure from many things and fear is just one of them." I watched Tim's eyes widen; it was hard to tell if it was from fear of the illness or anticipation of the pleasures. "But then, above all, Lucifer is about pleasure." He turned to look directly at Tim, his eyes nearly hidden by the black leather hood he was wearing. "The Dark Lord has so many pleasures. What is your pleasure, sacrifice?" "Cum," Tim said, hardly missing a beat. It was an interesting choice: not cock, the object, or fucking, the action, but cum, the result. "Poz cum." And didn't even pause before getting to the ultimate point: the virus that all of us would share with Tim tonight. "He chooses well," Micah said. He stood up, his massive cock hanging stiffly in front of him. "Congregant, will you satisfy the sacrifice's needs? Make him die so much faster? And, altar boy," he continued, turning to a young man hidden in the crowd. "You may take care of my son's needs." A young man darted out and knelt down in front of me. He carried a silver tray, upon which lay a glass pipe and a torch. Micah was an evil bastard. He knew that the higher all of his flock got, the more loads they would pump into Tim. I looked over Tim's body and into the face of the anonymous man fucking him. He was only the second one. It would be an endless night for Tim. There was a long line of men who would fill Tim up with load after load of infected jizz. "Give the sacrifice a hit as well, my son," Micah said. I nodded in agreement. Micah's tone of voice reminded me of when he had participated in my pozzing. He had been younger, but then, we all had been younger. I don't remember which one of the many men who fucked me Micah was. There were so many, and like Tim, I had been drugged as well. There had been another executioner that night. He was no longer with us. Of course, many of the men from my ceremony were no longer with us. So many had been cut low by the Dark Lord's demon virus and were now celebrating the solstice in his chamber of pleasures. I picked up the glass pipe from the tray and then the torch. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but prior experience suggested that the pipe was loaded with crystal, and it would take a moment or two for it to melt and smoke. I held the torch under the bowl as the light illuminated a small part of the pentagram. Tim looked around, but it was impossible to read his expression. With each thrust from the stranger, his face relaxed, revealing the bliss that he felt. "This is going to be good," I said, as I put the glass cock to my lips and inhaled deeply. As expected, the pipe was loaded and the drugs were pure and strong. I inhaled deeply, feeling the spirit of the Dark Lord fill my lungs and begin to suffuse through my body. I did not partake of the Dark Lord's drugs as often as some did, and it would require only a few hits for me to be under his spell. "Very good," I said, exhaling a small, yet thick cloud. "What?" Tim asked, his eyes glazed over in pleasure from the on-going fuck. "Just enjoy it," I said. I exhaled my hit. My head was momentarily enveloped in the white cloud, but it soon dissipated. As my vision returned, I first saw Tim staring at me, mesmerized by what had just happened. I turned my head to Micah. He was still sitting in the executioner's chair, but he nodded at me and pushed the altar boy off his erection. Micah stood up. The altar boy shuffled backwards as quickly as he could to avoid toppling over backwards. "Let us all partake in the Dark Lord's addictions," he announced. There was a sudden flurry of activity in the crowd of men, as the altar boys rushed to supply all of the men with the glass pipes and torches. Micah's boy got up quickly, and quickly returned with the necessary goods. The silver platter matched the chrome bars on the boy's chastity cage. It was good that the altar boys dosed up before the ceremony began; with all of the horny men, their cocks would be soon straining against the restraints. It was one of the few times that crystal dick was an advantage. Micah took the pipe and torch, and began his hit. I turned back to Tim, and began another hit for myself. This one was quicker; the pipe was still warm and it was easier to get a lungful of the potent drug. This time, when I exhaled, I blew it out right into Tim's face. He tried to inhale some of it, but it was too weak for him to get any effect. "Patience, sacrifice," I said. "You'll get a hit soon enough." Around me, the men were all hitting their pipes and shotgunning it to each other. As they did so, I could feel the dark sexual energy rise and saw the room grow cloudy from the large hits they were all doing. "It's going to be a good night," I said to Tim, exhaling my own hit right in his face. "You want some?" I asked. He nodded. "Please," he murmured. His body was still being pummeled by the anonymous man fucking him, and his breaths were all too often interrupted by a gasp of pleasure as the man found a tender, sensitive spot. I looked over Tim's shoulder at the stranger fucking him. He was smiling, and gave me a thumbs up. "The man has a gift for you first," I said. "Please," Tim murmured again. The thrusts from the stranger grew even more strong and intense, as he neared orgasm. "I want it." Tim gasped. "Fuck yeah," the stranger grunted, slamming his cock into Tim and holding it there. "Fucking take my load." He moaned as his body shook with the intensity of his orgasm. "Fucking take my toxic cum." Tim moaned in reply, his face blissed-out and joyous with the pleasure of taking another load. "That's load number two for you," I said. "But I know there are plenty more for you." "I hope so," Tim said. The unknown man's body jerked and spasmed a few more times as his balls squeezed out some more cum. He took a moment to catch his breath, and then pulled out. "Fuck," Tim said; I couldn't tell if it was from the stranger's quick movements or the sudden shock of no longer having a cock in his ass. If it was the latter, Tim did not have to wait long. Almost as soon as the stranger stepped away, another one took his place. Again, the dim light and a tight-fitting hood made it hard to recognize him. But once he moved, I recognized the tattoo on his chest, a pistol pointed at his heart. I knew him; we had played around. But as was the custom in our church, I would not acknowledge him as anything other than a brother in Lucifer during the Solstice execution. "Another one for you," I said. Pistol grabbed his stiff cock and aligned it with Tim's ass. "Please," Tim grunted. Pistol slid into him, not pausing for Tim to even get used to his thick shaft. Tim looked at me, and then his eyes darted to the glass pipe I was holding. "Please?" he asked again. The crystal was hitting him hard, and he was turning into a needy bottom. I lit the torch and held it under the bowl. He was going to get even more tweaked out and his needs would only grow. "Of course," I said. "It's your last meal, as it were. You can have anything you want." A bit of smoke was starting to curl out of the bowl of the pipe. I stuck the pipe into Tim's mouth. "Inhale, sacrifice. Slowly and deeply." Watching Tim hit the pipe, I wondered if he had ever smoked tina before. He worked the pipe like an expert, draining the bowl and letting it refill. His lung capacity was impressive; each time I thought he had hit his limit, he just paused and then continued. Finally he nodded, and I pulled the pipe out. It was still hot and smoking, so I did a quick hit myself. Not until I exhaled did he dare exhale his hit. Once more, we were engulfed in the thick cloud, momentarily lost in Lucifer's mysterious kingdom. But the clouds drifted to the ground, and we were back in the physical world. Pistol was now pounding Tim's ass hard, the sweat glistening on his chest. It would not be long before his pistol went off, shooting its deadly bullets into Tim's body. "Another one," I said. Pistol slowed down his attack on Tim's ass as I put the pipe back in the sacrifice's mouth. Even if Tim wanted to protest, he was far too tweaked to string the necessary words together. But, it was clear from his face he was now in the Dark Lord's playground and he never wanted to leave. I held the torch under the bowl. It quickly started to crackle. "Do it," I said. Tim inhaled. I waited for him, until he could no longer inhale any longer, and then took the pipe away from him. I looked up at the executioner. Micah slowly nodded his head back and forth. I was disappointed; I wanted another hit from the pipe. I wanted to be closer to Lucifer and his world of pleasure. But, as the sacrifice's attendant, I had other duties tonight. At midnight, I would be released and able to join in the pleasures. No longer needing to be concerned about the glass pipe, Pistol picked up the pace again. His hips hit the sacrifice's ass, as his cock forced its way into Tim's body. "Oh fuck," he grunted, and his rhythm sped up further. "Oh fuck," he grunted again, and slammed his cock into Tim. This time, he held his cock in place and grunted one more time. This was the sound of an animal, deep, visceral, and almost scary. It was the sound of a man reaching orgasm and filling another man with his sperm. "Please," Tim whispered, only audible to the two of us. Pistol pulled out, then shoved it back in as his hard cock shot spurted more cum into Tim's tender hole. "Another bullet in our sacrifice," Micah said. The executioner had returned to the throne and the altar boy was once more between his legs. "And there are so many more to come." Pistol grunted a few more times, then pulled his cock out of Tim. Tim's face screwed up in a combination of agony and despair. He clearly wanted to be fucked more and to feel more men cum in him, but was also aware of how sore his ass already was, even as the ceremony was just starting. But he didn't have long to wonder. From the crowd, another man stepped forward to take his place between Tim's legs. I recognized Nash immediately. His skin was ebony black and almost absorbed what little light was falling on him. His black skin reminded me of the Dark Lord's own complexion; perhaps more so than any other member of the congregation, he was Lucifer's perfect ambassador to the earthly plane. He was tall and muscular, with a long, thick cock. There was some resistance when he first asked to join our congregation, but his generous endowment and relentless approach to fucking more than overcame any protests. As he stepped up to Tim, I could see his fat shaft sticking out straight. It was big enough that even fully erect, it still hung down slightly. As Nash lined up his dick with Tim's hole, he licked his lips, anticipating the warm wetness that would soon surround his manhood. Nash reached down and pulled Tim's ass cheeks apart just to make room for his thickness. Tim reacted to the touch with a moan of pleasure. I wondered if Tim would have reacted the same way if he had seen just how big Nash's cock was. The first time Nash had fucked me, I was amazed there was enough space in my guts for him to enter, and Tim was a bit smaller than I was. It was a good thing that Tim was still restrained. It would make the inevitable assault more surprising, but not being able to see Nash's endowment would reduce Tim's anxiety. But, after all of the crystal Tim had done, it wasn't clear if Tim was capable of being scared of anything. "Another one for you," I said. Nash's cockhead was pressed up against Tim's hole. Although Tim had opened up a lot from the three of us who had already fucked him, it would still be a tight fit for Nash. "Please," Tim grunted. "More." I didn't know if Nash heard Tim. Around me, men were sucking down on the glass pipe. I could see the torches flicker on and off as the men did their hits. As the crystal hit them, they started to suck on each other's cocks; in addition to the sounds of the glass pipes, I heard the soft moans and gentle licking of the men pleasuring each other. Nash had been doing the same, hitting the pipe, and getting his cock nursed to hardness. Now, he was ready to fuck. Tim's request was unimportant to Nash. He just pushed his thick head against Tim's hole, and forced his way into the man. "Oh fuck," Tim said, as he realized just how thick Nash was. I smiled. This was what Tim had signed up for: getting fucked by some of the biggest cocks and the meanest men. Pistol didn't stop, Nash would not stop, nor would any of the other men stop. Tim whimpered a bit and his body tensed up as Nash pushed further into his hole. But Nash didn't stop. He was slowly thrusting in and out, each stroke pushing him deeper into Tim. "Dear God," Tim said. "God abandoned you the moment you climbed on to the altar," I said. "Or maybe you abandoned him. The Dark Lord is your salvation now." "It's so fucking big," he said. I guessed that Nash had barely gotten half into Tim. "So fucking big." I grabbed the bottle of poppers and held it under his nose. He inhaled deeply, like it was the only thing that could save him. I let take as much as he needed, holding the bottle under his nose even after he nodded that he was good. Nash had only begun the process of fucking. "Can I..." Tim started, and then trailed off. He closed his eyes and concentrated. "Of course," I said. Nash was exploring new territory in Tim's guts and the only lube was what little pre-cum Nash was dripping into the man. Tim didn't need any more crystal; most of what he was feeling was from the booty bump and the last few hits had barely taken full effect. But, the rite of sucking on the glass cock would calm and center him and help him accept Nash's long shaft. I, on the other hand, had only just begun. "Let me get it started for you," I said. I stuck the pipe in my mouth and lit the torch. The pale blue flame barely added any light to the room, but it was just enough to see Tim's suffering in perfect detail. Nash was almost all the way in him, and was starting to seriously fuck the man. The fat black cockhead was rubbing all of the accumulated cum into Tim's body. My cum. Pistol's cum. The Dark Lord's virus was in Tim's blood now, and it would soon take root and grow in him. The fuck flu would be an unpleasant time for Tim, but we would be there for him, holding him closely and reminding him that his ordeal was only temporary before he was released into the pleasure of the Dark Lord. Thinking about Tim getting infected and getting sick made my cock stir again. I wanted to get back inside of the sacrifice and give him more of my deadly seed. I wanted him to feel the death that surged through my veins and was eating up my body. I took a long hit from the pipe and let the drugs fill my lungs. I could feel the presence of the Dark Lord in me, releasing me from the proprieties of the culture I grew up and into black and evil society of pleasure. I was Lucifer's foot soldier, and tonight, it was my job to bring him another offering. "Here," I said, taking the pipe from my mouth and sticking it into Tim's. Nash slammed his cock into the sacrifice's body hard enough to move the altar to sex a bit. "You're going to need this tonight."