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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."

A couple hours ago I hooked up with this guy who I'd fucked in the past when he was a bug chaser and I'm like 90% sure I've got a toxic load in my unPrEPped neg ass right now. 😈☣️ When I fucked him before I was vague about my status back then since I knew I was neg and his fantasy was that I was poz and toxic, but it turned me on that he was chasing. He was this clean-cut, muscle frat boy type - not the type you'd expect to be trying to get pozzed. Last fall he'd told me he didn't really know his status since he hadn't been tested in a while. But lately I had noticed that his BBRT profile said "positive", so I assumed he had converted or at least assumed he had converted. Today he thought we were "swapping strains". My dick wasn't completely cooperating (tired from the bike ride over there). So we took a break and I asked if he wanted to jack off and stick his dick in my ass as he was humming (most of the time I'm not in the mood to bottom - I prefer topping). He had been rock hard the whole time and it took him like 5 seconds to shove into me. Even though he didn't go in far it hurt like hell and felt like it was ripping a bit. It was as he was humming that I finally said "poz me, poz my neg ass". But he still probably figured it was fantasy talk. When he pulled out (he was barely in) I got up and told him I'd had a neg test two weeks ago and hadn't taken PrEP in two years. That's pretty much the truth. Last time I took PrEP was February 2020, and I had been really sloppy about taking PrEP since late 2017 (e.g. slightly more loads in my ass than pills of PrEP since then). He seemed a bit hesitant when he responded. He said he'd finally gotten a confirmation test last month (later he told me it was a home test) and he was going to wait as long as possible to go on meds. Taking his toxic load got me rock hard, unfortunately he's one of those guys who can't get fucked after they cum. Too bad - I could have given him my last neg load… I'm rock hard as I write this. In thinking about it I've been seriously considering getting pozzed for over a decade. In the late 90s I was turned on by the risk the guys were taking in TIM videos. And I remember being in bed at MAL in 2011 with a friend/fuckbuddy who was poz and not on meds and him offering to blow a load in me to make it happen. I almost took him up on it then. It just grew and grew over the years. Now the only thing I think about when I jack off is either getting pozzed or pozzing guys. As I'm getting older I figured it was kinda now or never. My only misgiving at this point is the awkward conversations I'll need to have with a few people at some point in the future. I texted with the guy after and he said he thinks he knows who pozzed him. He did have "the flu" back in December, but it wasn't too bad. I just hope I don't get fuck flu at an inconvenient or awkward time… At some point I'll have him give me another load - just to make sure it takes. Now to find some neg bottoms to fuck… POSTSCRIPT: I tested neg a few weeks later (on a NAAT test that can detect HIV before there are antibodies). Either the guy wasn't toxic, or he faked cumming in me, or it all leaked out on the bike ride home, or it just wasn't enough virus to infect me.

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.

Smooth pussy ready for all the tops 😈

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. More to Cum I love the hot email I got from some of you Even spoke to one of you on the phone If you want to hit me PLEASE do so. I am An eager cock slut Joey

I try to keep my hole furry, gaped, and bred.

So hot….you, him, and the cum!

Mr S Leather has some great blindfolds for $30-60 that are comfortable and only cover your eyes, but well enough to block out all visual while keeping your nose open for enhancements.

THIS!!!!! I let every new bottom know that I don't mind sloppy seconds (or thirds or fourths or tenths for that matter). I also let them know that's an FYI and not a requirement for me to fuck them. I never expect a cumhole. But if I get one, it's a pleasant surprise. We HAVE To be twins separated at birth! 😍😍😍 Count me in!!!! I would take a sloppy loose hole all day, EVERY day over a tight one that I need to break in. I say "cumslut" and "cumwhore" with the utmost respect and admiration! Yes. How does one compare five loads from guys who don't cum a lot to three loads from guys who do cum a lot? The commitment to take any and all loads IS a much more important thing to ascertain.

Here is mine, smooth.

I'm up to 63 holes bred, and 46 confirmed breeding a of my hole. It seems like the summer "no fuck season" arrived 2 months early in Portland this year. I'm getting extremely frustrated with the lack of fucking at my local sex club.

Hey all, sorry about the long wait. Though I never stopped reading all of the hot stories and topics on here, some life changes made me stop writing. I think it's about time I start working on it again. Hope you like it! A quick disclaimer before we get to it: though some events might have been based on real life episodes. This story is, nonetheless, a work of FICTION. Part two - Two bears and a chubby cub I had him then. And once I had my dick all the way up his ass, I knew what he was about to say before he even said it. "Fuck me please. I'm all yours" And fuck I did. Steady pace. Slowly and gently, making the cute chubby cub moan in ecstasy. His tight ass was squeezing my hard cock and I could tell he was not used to getting fucked... but he wanted to be and I could help with that. I started going a bit harder. Pulling almost all the way out and slowly sliding it all back up his hole. As I said, at just above 7 inches I wasn't the hung bear on the block, but I was big enough and thick enough to make him rethink his choices, and just as I thought, involuntarily his ass started trying to push out my condomless dick. "OH shit! It hurts." "You want me to stop?" I said as I slowed down, leaving just the thick head of my uncut bear cock inside his swollen hole. "No! I want it... just go slower. And please don't cum inside me." "OK babe", I reassured him again, knowing that my load would end up deep in his guts (and he would be the one asking me for it). I got back to it. Slow pace with a couple of harder strokes every once in a while just to feel that ass tighten around my dick even more. We got a rythm going. As I kep telling him all the right words and sweet nothings to make him relax, my hands were all over him - grabbing his shoulders so I could pull him back on to my cock, on his hips making sure he didn't try to move away from my raw bear dick, caressing the still light fur on his back so he would give in to lust, gently spanking and grabbing his thick ass cheeks... he was a hot cub and I was getting more and more into it. "I love how clean you are down there. I'm glad I could trust you to fuck raw. It feels so much better this way", I told him. "Yeah. Your dick feels so good. I swear I can feel it pulsing. You're the second guy that I ever played bareback with...." his voice trailed off. "Oh fuck... That is hot. Can you feel how hard I am right now?" I asked as I pulled all the way out and shoved it in one slow but unstopped thrust. This time he was ready, his ass was relaxed (and best of all, still amazingly tight) and he took it all in with just a small whimper. I picked up the pace. His moans and groans got louder I could feel him burning with desire and most importantly, this time there was no asking me to pull out or stop. I was starting to truly make his ass mine. He was loving it and I was loving it. The cub was ready for my load when suddenly his hands were on my hips trying to stop me. I slowed down. He spoke softly but with a bit of worry: "There's someone over there watching us". Ah. He finally noticed the guy. This was my chance. "It's a cruising area. There are bound to be other guys. I bet he's just looking for fun like we were. Either way, we don't have to worry." I kept fucking, slower strokes again, my hands just rubbing his shoulders and neck now. I wanted him to fully relax. "He is kind of hot. You can tell he is a hairy fellow, just like me." I told him. "You think it would be ok if we let him get closer and watch us?" It was a gamble but I didn't want to lose the chance... "Yeah... if you say it's ok..." he said sheepishly. I smiled without him even realising and I waved the guy over. He was next to us in a second and I knew why my friend had warned me before; Around 50 years old, nice belly, big hairy arms, chest hair poking out of his unbuttoned shirt, a beard with some grey on it and a nice bulge tenting up his trousers. Just the kind of guy I would happily bottom for raw (ah, the perks of being versatile!). I didn't know his status but from my friend's warning, I was pretty positive about what it was. "Very hot!" The stranger spoke. "Thanks. Glad you're enjoying it" I answered as I gave him a wink and got back to pounding my chubby cub's ass a bit harder than before. "You're enjoying it too, aren't you boy? Tell me how much you love my raw bear dick inside you." The words were chosen carefully. Now this stranger knew: I was fucking bareback. This hot piece of ass was into bears. The cub was clearly mine to use. "I love your raw bear dick inside me!" - he said in a low embarrassed whisper but with no hesitation. I took another chance. "You want to try and suck cock while I fuck you?" I asked. The stranger's eyes lit up and a devilish smile ran across his handsome face but he didn't move. He knows his game, I thought to myself - always let the bottom think it's his choice. "Yeah..." another shy quiet answer. I know he was feeling a bit scared but he was also to into it to say no. I could just picture him in his room jerking off to this exact situation, his cum spraying all over his fuzzy belly and chest as he fantasized about being a bottom for a group of tops - now was his chance to live out this fantasy. I slowed down once more to make sure I was taking it all in: A rustle of metal as a belt was unbuckled. A hard dick bursting out on to the warm night air. A nervous 22yo cub tightening his ass at the sight of another cock being presented to him. A stranger moaning as soft wet lips hungrily took hold of his dick (a bit longer than mine at almost 8 inches but not as thick - even I was lusting hard for it). Imagine the scene: Two horny and perverted hairy bears (with pretty nice dicks I might add) and an inexperienced chubby cub who had completely given in to lust. His eyes tearing up, once again that night, as a dick reaches further and further down his throat. Now with the added sensation of another dick (my dick!) relentlessly forcing it's way inside his tight ass at the same time. A boy of 22, dick so hard and leaking precum as it never had before, being spitroasted bareback by two strangers he had only just met, both of whom fully aware he would be taking their loads up his neg hole... even if he did not know it yet. And then, as we both bottomed out and filled the chubby cub's throat and ass with cock as never before, we looked at each other and grinned. Part 3 (ending) coming!

In the mid '70s I was a high school band nerd. I had hoped to be cool and play the French horn or a sexy saxophone, but I ended up with the tuba. 'Tubby the tuba' for this scrawny, sheltered nerd. I was so self conscious about my lanky adolescent body. I wasn't good at sports and hated being on the 'skins ' team. The change room after gym class was torturous. I was terrified getting naked that I'd throw a boner. Especially while in the shower with the gorgeous straight jocks. At least I just assumed they were all straight. I'd grown up quite sheltered and hadn't even heard about gayness or homosexuality until one of my gregarious female friends asked all the guys in band if they ever had gay fantasies. For me a light went on and a deep seated secret fear was confirmed. Not only was I different but I was something people only talked about in secret and with a level of disdain. The only good thing about playing the tuba were my fellow tuba players from the senior classes. Fran was smart, really smart, top of her class, and very friendly towards me. We both had dark curly hair and turned brown the moment we stepped in the sun. We joked about the beautiful babies we could make together. Although I knew I had no interest in her 'that way'. Yup, I was so nerdy I couldn't even say 'sexually', even in my brain. Nick was no where near as friendly. In fact he so intimidated me I don't think I spoke a single word to him for the two years we played and practiced side by side. I didn't think he even noticed me, but I lived for his arrival at practice. I can't even really describe his overall looks my attention was so obsessively drawn to his nipple. See he always wore a plain button down shirt and jeans. Compared to most other guys he always left one or two more buttons undone. From where I sat I could always see his left nipple peaking through the gap of his partially open shirt. Without even knowing what it was, I lusted after that beautiful nipple. I woke from wet dreams of sucking on it. I thought he was so sexy and I was deeply jealous of the girls that I assumed he 'did it' with. Fran, I and some other friends went to the drive-in one night. Nick and his girlfriend of the moment were in the row in front of us one car to the right. I found I couldn't concentrate on the movie and kept checking the activity in Nick's car. I could clearly see they were not watching the movie either as they kissed and made out. I grew increasingly more jealous and ashamed that I was so aroused. As intermission began Nick's door opened. I couldn't look away and was rewarded with a quick glimpse of both his nipples. His shirt was completely open and he was pulling up the fly on his jeans. I couldn't help but follow him to the concession stand. I stood behind him in line and could swear I could smell the sex he'd been engaged in. As he left with his order I got a close up look at his bare chest and 6 pack. I was afraid I'd blow my load then and there. I quickly ordered a drink for myself and rushed to the bathroom as I'd noticed he had headed in there. I was able to snag the urinal beside him and got my first glimpse of his big flaccid cock as he shook the last drops off before returning it into his jeans. I didn't know the term at the time but thought how exciting it must be for his girlfriend that he was commando. That night's wet dream consisted of me replacing his girlfriend in the act of filatio. I was a total virgin to any sex but the dream seemed so real that when I awoke I checked my mouth for the cum I dreamed he dumped in it. I was so disappointed that I scooped up some of my fresh cum and took my first ever taste. Instantly I knew I couldn't wait to experience the real thing and even quicker I knew I was too frightened to follow through on this desire. For the rest of that summer I went to the drive-in every Saturday night, even if I wasn't interested in the movie, even if I went alone. Every time I stalked out Nick's car, parked close enough to watch and tortured myself with the endless parade of different girls and women he would bring and make out with each week. The hot humid night he left his car for the concession stand only wearing sandals and short cut-off jeans I promised myself that I would at least say something when we inevitably stood side by side at the urinals. Even though it was all I could manage to keep from reaching over to his beautiful semi erect cock I broke my promise and never said a word. The next summer I actually got a job at the drive-in concession and learned that he usually brought a different female guest three to five nights per week. Even though he had become my sexual role model hero, I did nothing to act on it and left high school as a total and complete virgin. Despite my vivid wet dreams I hadn't even sucked a nipple, let alone a cock. I turned 18 in September of my 1st year of university. I returned home for high school convocation in mid October. The day before the ceremony I was at the school to practice with the band, they had invited graduates to join them for 'their big night'. Mr. Daniels, the vice principal and my former sex education teacher caught my eye and motioned me into his office as I was leaving rehearsal. As obsessed as I had been with Nick's nipple, I was equally obsessed with Mr. Daniels. He was a tall slim mid thirties classically handsome man that always wore chinos, sports jackets, checked shirts and ties loosened around his neck. Through the one or two open buttons at the neck I could see a tuft of thick black hair poking through. I would be totally distracted by this throughout class imagining how sexy his hairy chest would look with an open shirt. He was sitting on his desk and I quickly realized the office was being painted, there was no other furniture, a few tarps and a step ladder. He invited me to close the door so we could speak in private. As I moved to lean against the step ladder he removed his sports coat and tie asking me if I minded. I was sure I was blushing and assured him it was fine. "Sorry I don't have a chair for you, but I must confess you look great standing there. You're filling out nicely. " I was now on fire and knew he couldn't miss my blush. "The girls at uni must be all over you." Damn, I was starting to bone up. "Aw, um ... still a virgin sir. (Choke, cough) Fuck was that my outside voice?" "Yup! Not to worry son, your secret is safe with me..." he grinned " ... that is unless you want me to help you change that? " "Oh yeah, fuck me Mr. Daniels. ... Fuck, fuck, fuck! My outside voice again! Why don't I shut the fuck up?!" "No need" he laughed "How old are you?" "I turned 18 last month." "Great! And since you are no longer my student why don't we play a little game. Let's take turns asking each other to do something. Only one rule, don't ask for something you're not willing to do. Deal?" "Awe , I don't know." "Okay, let's start really simple. Why don't you open up your shirt and give me a better look at your developing torso and chest?" I know I was beat red and scared shitless but I couldn't pass up the chance to see how close my imagination had gotten in congering images of his open shirt. As I reached to start unbuttoning so did he and he matched me button for button. My mouth hung open as I gawked at the thick pelt of dark fur on his chest and treasure trail. "Your turn son." "Um. Anything?" "You know the rule. " "Can I kiss your nipples?" "You heard the rule. Can I kiss your's?" "Holy fuck, yeah!" He stepped toward me, bent and kissed both my now erect nipples followed by nibbling them and rolling his tongue around them. Then he stood puffed out his chest and said, "Your turn." I did my best to follow his example luxuriating in his chest hair tickling my lips and tongue. "Your turn sir." "Can I help you slip out of your pants, ease things for your boner?" We were instantly unbuckling each other's belts. There was some awkward dancing as we helped each other off with shoes before the trousers were tossed aside. His boner peaked out over the top of his tight white breafs. "Can I, um, tu ... tu ..touch it?" I stuttered. He guided my hand to his cock head as his other hand reached inside my underwear. His was so warm and hard. I couldn't believe Mr. Daniels was holding my erection. Precum started to ooze from mine. "Can I lap that up?" he whispered. "Fuck yeah!" I replied. He was instantly on his knees with the tip of his tongue at my leaking cock slit. I gave one gasp and began to cum on his handsome face. By my second contraction he had me buried deep in his throat and guzzled down everything I pumped out. He was licking his lips with delight as he pulled off . "Oh fuck, I'm so sorry ... I couldn't stop myself. " He simply stood and shared a very cum sloppy kiss with me. "New game young man. Answer the next five questions with a yes and I'll give you what you asked for ... I'll fuck you. You in?" "Yes!" "One down, four to go." "Yes!" "I didn't ask a question. " "Sorry. " "Do you promise to tell noone what happens in this office?" "Yes" "Do you want to suck my cock?" I was instantly on my knees with his eight inch cock stretching my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his head just as he had mine. "I'll take that as yes number three." "Mmmmmmm " I affirmed with my mouthful. "Will you tounge fuck my hairy ass?" I didn't have a clue how to do this but pulled off his cock turned him around and dove into his ass hole with my tounge ass he held his cheeks open. "Nice! That was yes four. One more to go. " I wanted to say yes but my mouth was busy. "Do you want Nick to fuck you?" "Holy shit, was I that obvious?" "From the first day you saw him. Was that your fifth yes? "Oh fuck yeah, absofuckinlutely! YES!" He moved me to and bent me over the desk proceeding to eat out my hole as his hand messaged my still stiff cock. After five minutes of this I begged him, "Fuck me already!" He stood and teased my virgin tight hole with his raw cock head. It was all I could do to keep from pushing back on it but he'd been my sex ed teacher and had always emphasized the importance of condoms. 'You boys don't want to knock a girl up, and you never know what STDs she might have'. There had been no talk of gay sex but my nerdy brain quickly made the transition. "You got one son?" "Fuck no, I never dreamed this could happen. " "There are some in the top drawer. Grab one if you want. " I handed him an unopened package. As he took it he continued to tease my vulnerable hole with his raw cock head and as it penetrated asked if I was sure. "Ugh, fuck, that hurts man, pull it out." "Whatever you want son, but I promise it will feel better if you just give it a moment. Breath deep. " As I took a few deep breaths he pushed halfway in. "Nice kid, one more deep breath now. " As I took it I felt my ass completely relax and his full length slide in. Or did my ass suck his entire raw cock in? It felt magical. Then reality hit; "Fuck man, the condom, you need to put the condom on." "You sure? most gay guys are going to want your ass raw, skin to skin ." "Honestly I'm not sure .You feel so fuckin good in there. But no. You taught me 'wrap it up'. "Okay, whatever you want. " When he pulled out I felt so empty. I just wanted his cock back. He suited up, grabbed lube from his desk and started back into me. This time it really did burn but I encouraged him to fuck me. After a short time it was clear he'd gone soft and his cock fell out. "Damn things! I can never stay hard in them. Sorry kid, looks like we're done for today." "No fucking way Mr. Daniels. The rules are you gotta be willing to do what you asked for. My turn to enter your ass without a condom. " "Hey, you want to fuck me? Go for it." We had soon switched places and I was pushing my naked cock in his hairy hole. He groaned with pleasure as I bottomed out and encouraged 'now pound my ass young man. " With my inexperience it was not long 'til I felt I'd loose control. He must have noticed my erratic breathing. "Remember don't ask for what you're not willing to give. You breed my ass and you know what you're gonna get next. " I couldn't stop myself I was pumping him full of my swimmer's. I collapsed on his back and could hear and feel him purring like a kitten. When I got up and pulled out he moved me onto my back on the desk, ass over the edge, my legs spread and lifted on his broad shoulders. He lined up his raw cock. "What do you say young man? I won't force you. Do you need me to suite up." "Fuck, yeah, I do. ... Acept I knew the rule. Besides you felt better naked and I really want to feel your load in my guts. Breed me Mr. Daniels. Finish taking my virginity!" For the next 3/4 of an hour he raw fucked me in every position I could imagine. When I was leaning against the ladder he fucked me so forcefully he pushed it and me across the room. I was on my back on the floor, legs in the air taking it missionary when he asked with ragged breath, "You ready? I could pull out if you want? "No fucking way man! Don't pull out, cum in my virgin ass. " I had never felt so powerful in my life as he convulsed deep inside me. When we regained our breath he spoke. "Fuck man. I've wanted to do you ever since I laid eyes on you in my first class. Thanks. And please be sure to pay me a visit whenever you come home." I most certainly took him up on that invitation. Even though I used condoms with most future guys, he and I never discussed them again. Since I went home to work summers I knew I had a constant and reliable source of giz to feed my hungry ass. -----‐‐‐-------- ------------ ------------ ----------- Stay tuned. I have more planned for this 'Nipple Series.' As you can see I like games and the other stories might turn up in this or other forums on this site. Will Nick ever fuck me?

At least the balls, you do have a big dick no use wasting it. But at the same time shrinking is becoming normal worldwide

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Like many others here, I've had clamydia many times in my butt. Most of the time is completely asymptomatic for me, and just picked up on routine labs. Sometimes I'll notice there's something going on (an itch or a hole that feels "sore")

Part 9 When Benji got home his mother asked how his friend was gong. Benji didn’t know until David told him as he stopped him off at his car that they sent a text to his mom telling hey that his friend was not feeling well and his parents were out of town and that he be home Sunday afternoon when his friend’s parents got home. She also thanked him for letting her know and that he was a good friend to take care of someone in that situation. It’s just been Benji and his mom since his father’s death when he was only 5. Probably explains the deep down daddy issue the teen unknowingly has hidden. His mother gave him a lot of freedom never really giving hima curfew as long as she knew where he was. Growing up like most boys he was raised in a heterosexual world. He thought his end all be all was to be with a woman. After what he experienced this past weekend, his entire view had changed. It felt natural to have another guy fuck and breed him. Be couldn’t imagine anything other than doing that he rest of his life. Benji attempted to do (what little) homework he had due Monday at school. He couldn’t get it out of his head the discovery he made about getting fucked. He was so very horny and finally his cock was responding with getting semi-hard. By the time he had finished dinner his dick was so hard he thought it could cut glass. He jerked of and experienced the strongest orgasm he’d ever had in his young life. He actually remained hard after he had finally sir his wad and jerked off again. He was able to cum 2 more times before he finally went soft. As he lay in bed drifting off to sleep his mind wondered to a dark place thinking about all the unprotected sex be had over the weekend. He had to admit to himself that he looked how all the men wanted to fuck him and the joy each one received from being able to cum inside him. Although be knew it wasn’t the brightest idea, he liked how it felt to him when someone’s cock throbbing inside his ass at its delivered a load of creamy cum. He was going to get that feeling again no matter the consequences. He drifted off to sleep and had some strange, vivid dreams. One is his dreams was about Andrew fucking him non-stop. He kept breeding Benji over and over again each time telling the teen that the was giving him a gift he’d never forget. Benji woke from that dream with cum in his shorts. He remembered a lot of the things that were said to him and that he said to the men who fucking and breeding him at the party. He got on his computer and looked up ‘gifting’, ‘knocked up’ and ‘impregnate’ as related to gay sex. He discovered a website called Breeding Zone and what he discovered shocked him, but the more he read it also incredibly turned him on. He started reading done if the stories and discovered that getting ‘knocked up’ or 'gifted' with HIV want the end, but a beginning. He realized that he was free to enjoy fucking the way it was meant to be done by men, raw and uninhibited. He did his best to get through the next few days as best he could. He was jerking off multiple times a day. As he made it through school on Wednesday he knew he was gong to see Arthur that afternoon. Secretly he hoped Arthur would fuck him, but we’re about a job so it might be all business. Once school ended Benji practically ran to his car and headed for Manhole Underground. He pulled up to a nice size club with a big parking lot. There was one car park near the backdoor. Benji parked his car next that single car and found the backdoor unlocked. As he walked through the door he was greeted by a smiling Arthur who gave him a hug and a kiss before telling him, “Make sure the back door is locked. The club during open until 6.” Benji made sure the door was locked. Arthur gave the twink a tour of his club showing him the bar area, the dance floor, the theater where he explained once sex shows were performed and the 6 private rooms where ‘couples' could go to fuck. After the tour Arthur asked if Benji, “What do you think of the place?” Benji admitted, “I don’t have much up compare it to, this is the first gay bar I’ve ever been inside. I think it’s very nice. But how can an 18 year old work at a bar, what would I do here?” Arthur explained, “Although you can’t drink, the state will allow someone 18 years old to work in a bar. While your leaning how to be a server we’ll have you bussing the tables, picking up empty drinks. From now until you graduate you’ll when Friday night 9 pm to Saturday 6 am, Saturday night 9 pm to Sunday 6 am. Of course you get one weekend off a month to attend our group party. The job pays $8 an hour plus tips. Most of the guys who work for new can take Home $200 to $300 I tips a night. There are a few ways you can earn extra money of you’re interested.” Benji was impressed with the potential money me could make working at the bar. The fact that he’d be around a number of hot guys was a bonus. Arthur told Benjis, “Let’s get you uniform.” As the two walked towards the back office to where the uniforms were kept, Athur went on, “A hot looking, young man like yourself will attract a lot of attention from a certain clientele that come to the bar. They would pay money to see you perform a live sex show. You’d be paid 25% of what is collected for that show. That includes what is collected from anyone who is in the theater and the cost paid by the person who requested the show. That potentially could be a $100 to $250.” Benji liked the idea of having sex with others watching and getting paid for the pleasure. He’d already had sex with others watching him, why not get paid for echoing exactly what he enjoyed, getting fucked. Arthur had one last thing to tell him before bent Benji his uniform, “There’s one more way to earn extra money, “You can also get paid by some of the men who got to this club the a private fuck session. Those private session are only done here at the bar in of our private rooms. You could earn another $200 to $500 for one private fuck session.” Arthur had Benji get naked so that he could get the new employee's measurements; waist, inseam, height, weight, etc. He then unlocked a locker, went through the various items stored within it and pulled out 2 of everything; 2 leather jocks, 2 leather vests, 2 pair leather chaps, 2 pair thick, white, athletic socks and a single pair black boots. Benji tried everything on and it for perfectly to the point it showed off his ass that Arthur commented, “Those look so damn good on your body you look very fuckable. You’re going to be very popular around here with a lot of our regulars. I wouldn’t bee surprised to see you have good money in tips, live shows and in private. Arthur then pulled a pipe and a small baggie of Tina. He loaded the pipe and lit the torch that was starting to heat the bowl. Benji watched in anticipation of getting high again. After Arthur took a big hit he handed the pipe to Benji. Arthur got on his knees behind his newest employee and began up eat his perfectly framed ass as Benji was heating the bowl. The teen’s ass opened up easily allowing Arthur to blow the smoke from the hit he had taken into Benji’s ass as he took a deep hit he his own. The combination of the smoke in his ass and lungs doubled the effect as Arthur proceeded to rim the twink. Between his moans of approval, Benji continued to hit the pipe before Arthur asked for it so he take a few hits of his own. After he had taken several in a row, he handed the pipe back to Benji suggesting, “Let’s move this onto the theater stage where I can show you the equipment.” Once in the stage Arthur practically attacked the more high and horny teen. A naked Arthur helped the teen into the sling on stage and rammed his cock deep inside Benji in one swift move. Once he had impaled the twink, he helped guide his feet into the stirrups as he derived a solid asspounding. Benji was finally getting the fucking be needed. He knew he was going to like working at the bar, he figured the best perk were going to be the drugs and fucking. And at the rate Arthur was now fucking him, he figured his ass was about to be filled.

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."

And then there was the virgin... Now your probably thinking that the odds of a true virgin agreeing to take a poz load his first time being fucked are basically zero but there are exceptions to every rule. So Jason and I met this Freshman kid Tom at a gay social event. In talking to him it came out that Tom had recently come to terms with his being gay and wanted to talk with a poz guy about what that was like. We told him we could help him with that and invited him over to our place. When we got there we told him we were poz but keeping it quiet but would be happy to talk to him. He told us that he was a virgin but had been jacking to gay porn for a while and found he really liked playing with his ass and got turned on by seeing guys who were total cum sluts getting fucked and dominated by other guys. He's thought about it and realized that going down this road probably meant getting pozzed so he wanted to be sure he knew what he was in for. We talked for a while and laid out the benefits of being poz if one wanted to live an utterly uninhibited gay life. Tom was your basic 18y/o nerd. Skinny even waifish, white, with glasses and an analytical approach to everything. And both Jason and I had grown rock hard and the thought of pozzing his tight virgin ass. We asked Tom what he was waiting for? Was he ready to lose his cherry and get pozzed? Because if so we had some experience in the field and would love to help him explore his future as a gay cum slut. His last concern though was what if he didn't like getting fucked? What if it hurt too much? Our reply was that based on what he'd said so far he'd never be happy as a top. HIs true calling was being bent over talking raw cock and he knew that. He looked at the ground for a min thinking over what had been said and then looked back up at us fear in his eyes.. "Will you be my first fucks?" Tom asked. "It won't just be a fucking it will be a pozzing you know that right?" "No going back" I told him.. "Yeah...I know..." he said.. "Stand up and strip naked I told him". Now both Jason and I are more lovers that rough Dom tops but something in us said that was this kid needed and wanted wasn't to be made love to.. It was to be used like a piece of meat. Tom seemed to know what to do and quickly stripped completely down his breathing getting more rapid and when his underwear came off we saw a very hard small 4" cock sticking out. "Look at that Kevin" Jason said "its hardly big enough to be called a dick at all..He's tiny Tom". Tom's face went beet red at this and we could see he was ashamed of his small cock. I walked over and stroked it a bit Tom looking at the floor in shame.. 'You know its a good thing your a bottom cum slut because this wouldn't please much of anyone" I told him.. "On your knees bitch" Tom immediately complied and we proceeded to take turns fucking his throat gagging him as we shoved our full length into him milking our precum into his mouth and making sure he drank every drop down. Tears ran down his face but his small cock was if anything even harder that before and leaking a copious flow of precum down the shaft over his little balls and then onto the floor. It was time to stop playing and fuck his virgin ass. We got him to the couch on his back and pushed his legs over his head spreading them wide to expose his cherry fuck hole. Even spread wide like this it still looked impossibly tight. We flipped a coin to see who would be first and I won. I debated for a second just shoving it in without lube but decided that given how tight he looked that would be a bit much. So with Jason holding his legs and Tom trembling in a mixture of fear and anticipation I started off my working my tongue into him. He was tight but gradually his hole opened up a bit and I switched to working a lubed up finger into him. Tom meanwhile was moaning and trembling clearly having never felt anything like this in his life. I kept going until I had two fingers into him and figured that he was now ready. I mounted him and guided my thick cockhead to his tight hole. I pushed the tip in just a bit and looked into Tom's face. "This is it" I told him "I''m going to fuck you and take your virginity and seed your neg hole with my poz cum. From tonight on all your are is a sex toy for real men with real cocks". "Yes he whimpered.... fuck me...poz me..." I could have just shoved the length of my cock in with one thrust but instead I went slowly at first until the head had entered him before burying my shaft in his ass. Tom cried out whimpering in pain his body shaking and tears on his face. I was slow at first as I began to fuck him but began to pick up steam as felt him relax and heard him begin to moan. His eyes were shut but it was clear that he was beginning to enjoy his first fuck as his ass relaxed. Soon the sounds from him were those of pleasure and I could feel my load building in my balls. "Tell me you want it! I ordered him.. "Yes please .... give it to me...yes....cum in my boy pussy" I felt my cock throbbing ready to explode..."This is it I'm going to poz your cunt". As I said that I drove in deep and felt my cock let go squirting jet of jet of poz cum into his neg hole. At the same time Tom's cock erupted squirting shot after shot of some of the last neg cum it would ever produce over his chest and face. I could see Jason was dying for his chance so I pulled out and yielded Tom's ass to him. Jason moved in and started by working a toothbrush up into Tom scrubbing his hole vigourously..."Owww..Owww it hurts owww" Tom whimpered. "Shut up bitch and take it" Jason replied. He pulled the tooth brush out and showed it to Tom blood on the bristles. "Yeah see that our poz loads are getting into you for sure". WIth that Jason mounted him and in one swift thrust pounded his cock in deep. He fucked him hard working his cock in deep until filling Tom's guts with his own large load of poz cum. We took Tom to bed that night and both fucked additional loads into him. In the morning we woke up to Tom sucking our cocks and begging us for another fucking. "Please fuck me again my ass feels so empty without cock in it". It was clear that Tom had become the cum slut he was born to be.