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Part 1 Grey. His name, cold like steel. His face, angelic in nature. Chiseled jaw, defined cheekbones, widows peak, and of course, eyes as grey as slate. A twink and a hunk, Grey was indeed a twunk. He had pecs large enough to be boobs, arms big enough to wrestle you down, and legs thick and mighty. Hairless on the torso, thick bushy brown pubes, and plenty of leg hair. The epitome of male grace and beauty. Now Grey always liked to visit his local gym, he took great pride in looking his best. But the main reason he visited was for the locker room. Big, sweaty, hairy balls here, jungles of pubes, forests of armpit hair, and treasure trails galore. Grey was addicted to body hair on men. He often caught himself staring at other men’s legs when they were wearing shorts, just to gain a glimpse of selfish satisfaction. Grey was, for all intents and purposes, a perverted boy. In fact, Grey liked to take pictures and record men changing in the locker rooms without their knowledge. After all, Grey was gay, and any chance to peek was worth a shot. One day, Grey was in the locker room when a big burly man walked past him. His massive balls flailing right to left, smacking his thighs. His cock hung down halfway to his knees, a true gift from god. Uncut, hairy as fuck, this man was built to rip a log in half. While Grey drooled over this man and his immeasurable length, he noticed a tattoo of a scorpion right on his left ass cheek. “Hey man, nice tattoo! Where did you get the inspiration for that?” Grey said, as he came over to strip down for a shower. “I got it after a really big life change for me. It represents a lot of things to me.” Grey didn’t think much of it, but he turned around and bent over to untie his shoes. Grey also had tattoos - a rainbow flag on his back. Of course, as you would imagine, the big dude noticed this tattoo, and darted his eyes to Grey’s hairy crack. Curly, thick, and juicy with tangy sweat, the man’s dick began to stiffen slightly. As Grey turned around, he noticed this, and he too began to pop a boner in the locker room. The man gestured him to follow, and they exited the main changing area to a private shower room. “I see you’re gay, boy. I’m Austin.” He said quietly, “I’m also gay, and… God. Fucking. Damn. You are one sexy little bitch.” Grey blushed, his cock hardening further. It was like someone inserted a steel rod into his throbbing cock. The ache of it was enough for Grey’s mind to light up - he was horny for Austin like he’d never been before. Maybe it was Austin’s sweat. Maybe it was all that body hair. Perhaps, just perhaps, it was his elephant cock and balls dangling between his thighs. “I’ve got the bug, kid.” Austin whispered, “I’m toxic. You don’t want me.” Instantly, Grey turned around, turned the shower on, placed his hands on the wall. “It’s about fucking time. I’m done living in fear. For fucks sake, stick your cock in me!” Austin’s cock popped right up, he was ready to infect Grey’s tight little pink hole. Austin reached around, grabbing Grey’s pecs, squeezing them as he slid his cock up and down Grey’s hairy crack and hole. The friction and sliding made Grey’s hole quiver and pucker in anticipation. He was ready. Austin reached out of the private shower room, grabbing his duffel bag and rummaged around until he procured a small, expensive looking vial. He popped the cap off and poured the liquid into his hand. Slathering it over his cock, he pressed against Grey’s hole. It wouldn’t go in. Grey struggled to handle his hole opening up. He hadn’t ever had a man this large try to enter him. He was in extreme pain. Once again, Austin’s magical bag of wonders procured a brown bottle with a yellow label. “Smell these. I promise, it helps. Here, let me show you.” Austin demonstrated. Grey took the bottle, moved out of the water, and pressed it to his nose. Inhaling deeply, the sweet chemical fragrance shot up his nose, burning slightly, and he held it in his lungs. Exhaling, he took another long whiff. And another. And another. And yet, another. Austin smiled. “You nasty, greedy little pig. Get ready.” Austin pressed against his hole again, harder, and much to Grey’s surprise, he slid in with a fair amount of ease. He opened up after a few minutes, allowing himself to adjust to the biggest dick he’d ever seen. Grey had fucked well over 100 men since he was 16. At 20, he was fucking his first poz cock. Austin ran deep, long strokes. Thrusting into Grey’s ass hungrily, threatening his very existence as a negative man. Over the course of 30 minutes Austin picked up his pace, fucking harder, deeper, longer, and stronger. His hand clasped over Grey’s mouth, as not to get caught. Austin got into Grey’s ear, “Here it comes boy. Last chance to say no. Your choice, but hurry up.” Austin removed his grip from his mouth. “Fuck - I need this. I want this. I have to be poz.” Grey was submissive, high pitched, and greedy in his words. Austin almost immediately let out a few loud grunts, plowing Grey into the shower wall. His load spurting into Grey. Grey was able to imagine his seed taking root inside of him - corruption, disease, filth, and decay. Grey came instantly, his thick viscous cum dripping to the floor, washing away In the flowing water. Austin pulled out, slapped his ass, winked and left Grey in the shower to himself. Grey was a nasty pig now. A dirty, nasty pig indeed. He was dead-set on fucking with this man every time they saw each other.

I was horned up and getting ready to open up my favorite website to look for ass. I had a hard ass cock and a 2 day load in my balls. Same shit today, but damn then I saw the headline "Sleazy Raw CumDump Bottom Taking loads". Pic 1 was an ass pic with cum dripping out, wearing a black jock. Pic 2 was a pic of a cock halfway in with cum all over it. Pic 3 was the bottom getting fucked from behind while sucking the cock of an older white man with a belly. The bottom with the pic had long black hair, beautiful light brown body, and his face censored out. His profile said he was 5'8, 125 pounds and for status it said "don't care". Damn my dick is throbbing now. I know I shouldn't but I want to so bad. I message him "hello" and almost a few seconds he replied. Should I click on it??? Do I really want to do this - I thought to myself. At this point I am jerking so hard. Don't want to cum yet. Fuck it. I'll check the message. "123 Main St, Apt 6, go into the back". Shit that's right down the street. Fuck it. I messaged him back "you ready" and a minute later he responded "yeah". So I started walking. Horny as hell. I finally get to his place and get to the back of the place where a 50-ish year old woman is doing some yardwork. "You lookn' for Jimmy?" I didn't know how to respond. I didn't know his name. What if she's talking about someone else?? Damn it "Well, I actually don't know his name". She laughed a little and looked at me and said "yeah, he's on the 3rd floor door the right" in sort of a judgy but humurous way. I walk up the stairs think at this point I am committed. I mean I knew I shouldn't, but okay this is the last time. I get to the door and open it and look for the bedroom. I walk towards where the techno music is playing and there is this total slut bent over on his bed waiting for my cock. I get dressed but there's an akward silence in the room. He was wearing a jock. The place looked like a mess. A laptop in front of him with the same website that we met on. His ass leaking cum. I stick it in now problem. Fuck the loads feel so warm and good. I didn't need any lube and I was finally deep. I start to fuck him slowly, then faster and faster. Oh fuck it felt so good, but I couldn't last more than a minute. He was moaning "oh yeah sir, oh yeah sir" as I fucked him nice and deep. "FUCKK I am gonna cum" and then my balls started to unload as he pushed me closer to him. I grabbed my clothes and started to get dressed. We didn't say a thing. I could hear him typing, assuming he was looking for his next load. I walked him thinking this was the last time. Of course it wasn't. I made me horny all night and it's all I could think about. The next day I wanted more and headed back to his place. This time I could last a little longer. But fuck I was addicted now. He always seemed to be online. I mean whenever I was online, he was online. Every time I stuck my dick in his slut ass, it was always filled with cum. He was close and easy. And always available. Sometimes I would try to look for some new ass but I would just waste time and go over to his place. I never ended up seeing his face. I could only imagine what he looked like.

My partner and I were staying at a gay men’s resort for the weekend. Sunday afternoon has a pool party and happy hour that draws a large crowd of visitors from other hotels and locals in addition to the guests. A quick headcount says there were easily 75 guys on property this Sunday. We were both being friendly and flirty in the pool, making conversation with various people. I saw a few guys zone in on my partner. His dark, handsome features and swimmer’s chest are always popular. I picked out a few guys, most of them otters, whom I talked up when possible. There’s a steady ebb and flow to the pool area as people make their way to the bar, their rooms, and cruise the property. Mid afternoon I started to wander and made my way up to the playroom. As soon as I was through the plastic sheeting covering part of the entrance, I could hear the soft moans of man-on-man sex. A couple guys stood in the narrow hallway as I made my way back to the video room. My eyes were still adjusting to the dim lighting, so I could only make out silhouettes in the darkness. The video room already had 6 men in it, so I found my way to pleather seating along the sides of the room and settled in. Three guys were standing in the back of the cozy room with someone on his knees working their cocks. I recognized that body immediately — my partner was busy at work. A guy in his 30s sat next to me, a lean body with a few small tattoos and dark hair. I’d spied him in the pool, but hadn’t spoken. I waggled my hardon and he greedily went down on it. I encouraged his work by rubbing his back and massaging the rear of his head. I heard the familiar squeak of a lube bottle being pumped; I looked over and saw one of the guys lean over and play with my partner’s ass. I love seeing this happen, and responded by pushing my own cocksucker’s head down so he took the full length of my shaft. He groaned with pleasure. It wasn’t long before my partner was stood up and being bent over the fuck bench that dominated the room, his body now must a foot away from me and my cocksucker. I handed my poppers to one of the guys who was positioning himself at the head of the bench. “Popper him up,” I said. He twisted off the cap and pressed the bottle up under my partner’s nose, flooding his lungs with the stuff. My partner is a popper whore, and I wanted him giving his best performance. As he inhaled deeply, I added some lube to my fingers and gently applied it to my cocksucker’s hole as he continued to work my shaft — this boy was hungry! He responded to my fingers with a soft groan, signaling his willingness. I heard the lube bottle being pumped again, and one of the guys stepped up to bat behind my partner. His head came up sharply and he winced, “Ah!’ As his ass was penetrated. His hole was obviously being stretched wide, and he started to ride it to open up. One of his would-be assailants pressed his chest into the padded bench. “Fuck the slut,” he growled. There is something amazingly hot to seeing your partner’s beautiful body in a totally vulnerable position, and him being used by other men. My cocksucker suddenly stood up and started applying more lube to my own cock. Obviously inspired by the fucking next to us, he sat down on my cock. He was still wearing a jockstrap, making clear his role in the room. My cock was surrounded by the intense heat inside him, his ass velvety warm and tight as he began to ride my cock. Someone pushed poppers under his nose, and he began riding more vigorously. I knew it would be very easy to unload in his hole when i was ready. My partner was getting pounded just a few inches in front of us. The sound of the skin slapping against skin was evident in the small playroom, and I loved hearing his grunts and moans as his hole was taken. A few more guys had come into the room or were standing in the doorway enjoying the show. The guy riding my cock was clearly excited showing off for the audience and began taking longer strides up and down my cock — it felt amazing! I saw two guys switch places behind my partner’s ass on the fuck bench, the second one sliding a freshly lubed hardon into my man. “Oh fuck! That’s a thick cock.” The new guy didn’t waste time, getting right into a fast, pounding rhythm as my partner took it like a champ. The air in the room was getting kinda thick and muggy from the heavy breathing and sweat. The guy riding my cock stood up, then moved to my left where he laid down on his back on the leather seating, raising his legs to reveal his hungry hole. As I stood and moved to plunge back into him, I ran a hand along my partner’s back as he was taking cock; his skin was covered in sweat. The boy I was fucking looked super hot displayed on his back, nice tight body, legs spread and hungry. I dove in, knowing I wasn’t going to waste time. I started slamming his hole, making him grunt and yelp. The sounds of he and my partner being pounded mingled in the room, and you could hear the sound of guys jacking their cocks to the live show. “I’m gonna cum,” the guy fucking my partner said, and he unloaded into my partner’s smooth ass. Knowing he was being flooded with someone else’s cum pushed me to the edge. ”You’re getting bred next,” I said to my bottom. ”Fuck yeah,” he said. I slammed in and out, making him wince, but he never shied away. I could feel my balls get tight and the urge to release was building quickly. I had my back to the fuck bench now, totally focused on the bottom boy giving me his ass for my own pleasure. I grunted and felt the juices start to flow freely, filling his tight hole with my load. He gasped as he felt it, and I gave a few deep thrusts to ensure my load was buried deep inside him. I collapsed back into the couch seating on the other side of the fuck bench, my cock still hard but drained. Someone else moved in to keep working on the bottom I’d just bred. Meanwhile, my partner had a fresh cock buried inside his ass, fucking him with the previous load. My partner was grunting and moaning, which is sweet music to my ears. He was still kneeling on the fuck bench, being used by a handful of strangers. I had someone popper him up again, and I sat back to watch as he took another two loads. He was oblivious to who was using him, totally focused on the feeling deep in his hole as he was used. The second guy to breed him pulled out, then made his way around and pushed his cock into my partner’s mouth. “Clean it off, pig. Good pig. That’s a good piggy boy.” The third breeder was already inside him and didn’t waste any time marking his territory. It was definitely a rough fuck for my partner, spit roaster and a relentless top using his hole. I could already tell his hole was going to be tender after this. The third breeder unleashed inside my partner, grunting as he pushed it inside. My partner lay there for a couple moments, panting, collecting himself after being ridden hard. His body was dripping with sweat, and he seemed a bit disoriented as he pushed himself upright. He didn’t see me there, more focused on making his way out of the room of men who had watched him being used. I heard one of the guys slap his ass as he walked by and say, “Fucking hot piggy.”

Part 4 "Tom has never told me anything and all I know is from comments and questions he's made to Patrick. The moment he asked Patrick the first poz related question, Patrick knew where it was going" Dennis said and paused before continuing "We've always been really close, so Patrick told me, asking me not to say anything to anyone, especially you. At least now that the cat's out of the bag, I don't have to hold it in." "You know how hard it was not saying anything while I watch your relationship implode when I knew how to fix it? If I said anything it would mean I broke my promise to my closest friend. So... I didn't and watched you two tear each other apart" Dennis said, a tear running down his face. "Damn. I'm sorry you got stuck in the middle. You did the right thing though. Breaking Patrick's trust would have been the worst choice" I told him. I took a long breath and continued "There were a hundred ways for me to find out what Tom was thinking. I just wish he would have told me sooner" I said. In the end I decided that Dennis was right, and if anyone was to poz Tom it should be me. It wasn't like I was avoiding it or following my own advice to get protected from getting myself infected. "How do you want it to go? Know who did it or a group thing?" Dennis asked. The sinister smile on his face told me he had a preference, but when he didn't say anything more, I knew it was all up to me. "I'd like to know. Who do you know that can charge me up?" I asked Dennis. "Hmm, there's three that I know of off hand that are really toxic and would be into it... Rico, Tony and... me. From the text message I got earlier, both of them are very willing" Dennis said. "You? I thought you were a bottom and undetectable" I asked after giving him a long stare. Dennis chuckled. "I top sometimes when the mood strikes. My nephew's buddy was chasing, so I went off meds to tag him. The little fucker put up a fight too and it took two months of breeding to finally knock him up. You know that young guy that was staying with me a couple months back? Him" Dennis said. "Fuck... was he even legal?" I asked. "Yeah, he just turned twenty. He met his goal of being pozzed while he was still a teenager, but just by a month. We were getting worried. That last sex party I held was supposed to do it if I had failed. You, Tom and Luke were the only neg guys there. Anyway, do you want one of us three to do it? I can ask around if none of us are good enough" Dennis said, grinning. I was tight and Dennis is thick, making my first fuck as a bottom in well over a year painful. The second round hurt almost as much and I went back to the hotel with Dennis' smallest plug in my ass. The next morning, I met Dennis before work and let the bug filled cum stew in my guts all morning while I tried to work. I pulled the plug out at lunch and nothing dripped out. I was much more comfortable sitting at my desk that afternoon with the plug in my backpack, not my ass. Dennis was even more brutal that evening after work and had to find a larger plug to stuff in me. It was strange having our roles reversed and I know Dennis was enjoying every second of it. I wanted to fuck him after he bred me again, but I was told that he wasn't taking any more of my neg seed. Thankfully, the hotel desk clerk gladly took my load. I noticed a small scorpion tattoo behind his ear as I emptied my balls in him. He confirmed his status, making my dick hard enough to give him a second load. The next morning I checked out and after work I headed back to our apartment. Tom and I talked all night. While we had texted and chatted over the phone after he told me his secret, there was a lot more that came out when we were face to face. As I had discussed with Dennis, we were going to hook Tom up with a guy Dennis knew who loved poz dialog during sex. He was undetectable, knew our plan and thought it was hot. I collected my morning load from Dennis on my way to work and picked up a second one on my way back to the apartment that evening. A few hours later, Dennis' buddy Jerry showed up for his first fuck with Tom. I watched and occasionally cheered them on while I stroked. Tom was rarely hard when he got fucked, but his dick was totally rigid the whole time Jerry fucked him the first time. It even stayed hard after he got bred. "Now... let my little baby makers get you pregnant" Jerry said, rubbing over Tom's stomach after he had roughly shoved a plug into Tom's ass. I pulled mine out shortly before we went to bed and once again, Dennis' DNA had absorbed into my gut. I hoped that it didn't take a couple months before my body fell victim to Dennis' bug like his last chaser. Jerry showed up on Friday and bred Tom while I stopped over and was getting loaded by Dennis. Tom and I fucked too, spending our first Saturday back together in bed. I first had to remove the plug that Tom inserted the night before. All of Jerry's load had soaked in but by six AM, mine was taking it's place. Another fuck at nine AM added more and a third time at one PM topped him up. "Can we do a little role play?" Tom asked mid-afternoon. "Sure. What do you want to do?" I asked. It was good to see him talk about new things he wanted to try, regardless if he thought I might find them too weird. "Can you pretend you're pozzing me? I know Jerry is doing it, but I find it really hot when he tells me he's giving me the bug" Tom asked. "I'm not sure what to say, but I'll try" I told him. His dick was hard and jabbing into my abs, coating them with precum when I fucked him on his back an hour later. I had heard enough comments from Dennis to give me a good set of things to say. "You like feelin that poz dick diggin into your fertile cunt?" and "beg for my poz load... show me how bad you want to become my toxic bitch" and "Gonna be so fuckin hot to watch as my bug takes over your body" I growled out has I fucked Tom. A moment before I came, I asked "Is this gonna be the magic load?" Twelve days after Dennis had fucked his first charged load into my ass I woke up feeling rough. My throat was sore, the glands in my neck were swollen and my body ached. I left for work and instead checked into the motel. The desk clerk was the same one I'd fucked during my earlier stay and had a huge smile on his face. "Looks like an all nighter. The fire suppression system in the Spokane data center went off for no reason and we have to get everything back online" I told Tom after I'd gotten to the room. "Fuck... you're burnin up. You're the one that needs a fire extinguisher. Let me give you another big load of jizz to put out the fire" Dennis said. The sinister grin on his face showed me how proud he was to knock me up so quickly. I went home after a night away and collapsed on the bed. "Babe... you look like shit. You ran yourself down. Did you get any sleep last night?" Tom asked, looking over my sweaty, sore body. "About thirty minutes. It sucked. And there was this vent blowing ice cold air at me when I sat at the console" I whined, trying to put on a good show. Tom even canceled the meeting that night with Jerry to take care of me. By Friday, I was feeling better and watched Jerry give his own performance.

After lots of predictable (but still pretty hot) sex, I had an unexpected amazing night with a semi-regular top buddy. He is a cute, tall Asian with a great cock - about 7-7.5 and thick. He has always been fun to play with, but a bit quiet and the sex was always ok-to-good, but not great. But something changed since the last time I met him! His rimming skills went from C+ to an A! He ate my hole out like it was his last meal on Earth! And not just at the beginning of our sesh - he would cum in my ass, pull out and eat it out of my hole, then cum in me again, the eat, and on and on and on. And that’s right - he came like 7, 8, maybe 9 times. I never, ever in my long history of being a huge slut ever encountered someone who had that many multiple orgasms. I am sure he ran out of juice at some point, as that is just biology - but my ass was still overflowing with the same amount of cum as if I took loads all night at the bathhouse. After playing for a couple of hours, he was completely exhausted. I spent the rest of the night and the next day taking loads, but everyone else was a bit disappointing after him. We are definitely going to hook up much more often than before!!!

Part 4 My own following substantially grew. It’s been exactly 5 years since I became poz. With rampaging sex parties, massive breedings, and hundreds of men later, I can confirm at least 1,000 people who have become infected directly because of me, or my followers. With the goal of infecting as many people as possible, I continued my pursuit of neg holes. At this time, I was living abroad in Mexico, as part of my new lavish life. My followers funded me through various payment systems, and I had honestly become quite profitable. Thousands of dollars a week flowed into my accounts. Supporters around the world supported my mission to poz every last guy I could. Being 23, it was easy to get any guy I wanted. On a gorgeous beach in Matzalan, an adorable boy sat on a rainbow beach towel. I couldn’t help but stare him down. My thirst and hunger for him grew by the minute. His dark skin glistened with sweat, he was hairless too. Dark hair that was styled in a modern way tussled with the breeze. I walked over to him to determine if he was truly attracted to men. I learned his name was Andreas, a cute name for a cute boy. I never asked his age, frankly, I didn’t care. I sat next to him and talked about my life, being gay - what sex was like for me. Andreas was extremely interested in this. Yes, I had this one in the bag. An easy hole, for an easy poz. Andreas and I made out on the beach, no one else seemed to care. I ran my hand over his cock to incite his hormones. He pulled my hand off, and I realized… He wanted to go somewhere private. Thankfully my hotel was sitting on the beachfront property behind us. I brought him inside. We both hopped in the shower together, kissing each other. His tongue was playing twister with mine, wet and sloppy. He was gentle, but I was vigorous, and aggressive. He seemed to like me taking him over. I had successfully hijacked his emotions. I tugged on his cock, pulling him into me. I wrapped my arms around him, grabbing his small ass - working my fingers into his extremely tight hole. “I’m a virgin.” Andreas said, with a Spanish Mexican accent, “I’m not sure if I’m ready or not.” Andreas bit his lip, staring at my cock. I knew he wanted it. He knew I wanted him. After continuing to make out in the hot shower, I convinced him to take my cock, raw and natural. He agreed reluctantly and asked for me to pull out before I came. I had no intention of doing so. He was mine and he didn’t even know why yet. We exited the shower, and I picked him up in my arms. He was such a small boy, light and thin. I carried him to the bed, and gently laid him back. With finesse, I got over him between his legs, stroking his hair. I touched his lips, nibbled his ears, gave him hickeys, and taunted his throbbing cock. I saw his eyes begging for more from me, he was so innocent and hormone ridden it was almost disgusting. Nonetheless, I would never pass up this opportunity in a million years. I had decisive control over my body now, and he was about to be decisively bred. I was gentle on him, I didn’t want to alarm the poor boy. I slid my finger in very gently, he quivered and whimpered as I massaged his prostate. I curved my finger downwards, and pulled out, scratching the lining of his juicy ass. He let out a bit of a whimper, and I apologized. I didn’t mean it. I needed a way to take him. I slid my cock in real slow, and began to beat on his prostate. His moans were high pitch and submissive. He loved it. I pounded his ass harder and harder as became more accustomed to my cock. Soon enough he was damn near yelling. Calling out my name, “Fuck! Fuck me! Oh god, fuck me harder!” He was completely submitted to me. It was time to make my move. “I’m gonna cum. I need to pull out now.” I said, then I moved in to kiss him. This was to prevent him from saying anything more. “Can I please cum inside of you?” My face was only inches away, and we were sharing breaths from each other. I gave him a really good thrust and he moaned out “Cum inside me! Please!” So I did. I blew a load so toxic and so potent, a super infected load was sure to ruin him. I had claimed another hole, and another soul. During my stay in Mazatlan, we fucked many more times. About 3 weeks later he came down with the flu, and at this time I packed my bags and left the city. Andreas was on his own, a converted bottom. Little did I know, this cute Mexican boy would be the last one I ever pozzed. Just weeks later an opportunistic infection took my life as my lungs gave way to a respiratory disease. My army of vital soldiers March on in my place. Spreading my foul corruption around the globe. Thousands of men had converted because of me, and thousands more would. I had refused to take drugs for HIV. I knew eventually it would claim me. Being poz wasn’t my identity, it was my lifestyle. Suppressing it would be a disgrace. Forevermore, as time proceeded, my army joined me in hell, where we fucked like animals amidst the heat. Conclusion I know this isn’t the exact ending that anyone likely wanted. However, this ending came to me in a dream last night after writing part 3. I woke up horny as fuck, and I knew that regardless of what the reader wanted, my poz hungry brain wrote the final scene to this fantasy subconsciously. It would be a shame not to honor my most primal instincts by writing something else. My character lived a wonderful life filled with sex and glory, thanks to Darren and his father.

Part 3 He was right. I was hard and staring at Dennis' naked body wasn't making it go down. It took me less than a minute to shed my clothes and before I could sit back down, Dennis' mouth engulfed my cock. It was a more vigorous blowjob than he usually gave me. I would have thought that as baked as he was and having just gotten fucked, he'd be more laid back. He bobbed, sucked, and licked my dick for a few minutes before pulling off and looking up at me. He smiled briefly before turning to face the couch. With his chest on the cushions, his hairy ass called to me just like dozens of times before, but this time the call was really strong. I always liked to taste the cum inside a slut's hole and this time was no different. He was clenching his ass tight, trying to keep at least two loads inside. The moment my tongue hit his ring, he relaxed and a blob of cum leaked out. My taste buds were in overdrive, savoring the cream that was coating my tongue. A tongue that was soon poking inside his hole and getting covered in spooge. There was no need to lube up his pussy and my brain knew that, but I stood there a little longer just for the sheer pleasure of tasting the cum and his ass. My little head took over and soon was feeling the cum coat him when I slid my achingly hard cock into the slick chute barely a minute later. I slowly plowed in and out, trying to not force any of the pearly cum out. Dennis was always a verbal bottom, encouraging his tops to enjoy his pussy, fuck deeper, harder or faster. On rare occasions he would become a power bottom, but that was usually when he hadn't been fucked in a while. This time, the his comments emphasized the poz ass I was fucking. When I started to fuck him harder, he asked "Like that toxic swill your dick is plowing into?" and then he said "Rico just converted... his jizz is really potent" and then "Tony's is pretty hot too... only took a couple fucks to tag Rico." I laughed, mostly ignoring what Dennis was saying, since I enjoyed drilling the cum filled chute. "You want my neg seed in that slutty ass?" I asked, feeling him work his ass muscles around my cock as I got closer to orgasm. "Yeah, but for how much longer?" Dennis asked, followed by an evil laugh and a hard squeeze around my cock. That was all my body needed and I immediately began to shoot strong volleys of cum into the sloppy hole. I hadn't fucked in a few days and with work being crazy there wasn't time to even jack off. It made me shoot even harder than normal. "Damn... You needed to unload. Have you fucked anyone since you walked out on Tom?" Dennis asked after the last spurt fired out. "Just the night manager at the hotel. Bred him in the office while the desk clerk watched. Would have done the desk clerk too if some other guest hadn't rung the bell" I said as my breathing slowed. Dennis grabbed a glass butt plug off the table and forced it into his ass. My body felt better than normal after a good fuck but I still wanted to know about the solutions he had mentioned before we had sex. "So... what are your ideas?" I asked. Dennis got comfortable again on the other end of the couch and he reloaded the pipe. He took a long hit and passed it over. I took one too and by then he was exhaling the smoke. "Tom won't be able to forget about his thoughts of wanting to get pozzed. The thoughts are like the virus itself. They dig in deep and won't let go. Trust me, I've been there. I'm not the only one. Ask Patrick or Sean or Donny. Even Eli. They all went through it and fought it off until the virus was inside them too" he said. I nodded, slowly understanding what Tom had said. "You said you didn't like ultimatums or simple choices, but let me give you a suggestion. Get pozzed and be the one to give it to Tom. It will bond you closer than you could ever imagine" Dennis said. "You said a couple ideas. What else?" I asked, shocked that he'd even suggest something that insane. "Set up a conversion party. Get some viral tops to breed him all night. It might take a few tries to get the bug to take, but it's a fun time for all" he said. "Oh... and probably the worst idea is to find one of those [banned word] that will pay to poz up a guy. You take a chance that Tom will get attached to the guy that gave him what he wanted and you two break up anyway" Dennis added. "You don't think it's just a passing phase until he finds some other fantasy to hook on to?" I asked. Dennis shook his head 'no' and then said "As I said, I've been there. No matter what you try, it keeps coming back. Usually stronger and once you make it through all those other fantasies, guess what's still there?" What about PrEP? He can take as many of those viral loads as he wants and not worry about getting infected" I asked. "That will hold him for a little while, but as he gets used to getting bred full of toxic loads, the thoughts are going to come back. He'll either stop taking the meds or 'forget' to take them and end up with some random guy charging him up. I still think the first idea is by far the best. Patrick, Sean and I did the second one. It took us two parties to get charged up. It could have been we just needed that booster shot or the guys were more effective the second time. But... neither of us know who did it and I'd like a connection with that someone" Dennis said. A moment later, Dennis said "Donny went the prep route and it only delayed his pozzing by a year." Through my pot fogged mind what he was saying made a lot of sense. I had never worried too much about catching anything from guys I hooked up with. Six years with Tom as my only sex partner pushed that worry way, way back in my mind. I would never suck a dripping dick or fuck a hole with warts or sores, but otherwise the pleasure of fucking a guy was my priority. I'd caught a few of the regular STDs before I met Tom, but hadn't gotten any since we opened our relationship up. "You seem to really get off when I fuck you with poz loads in you. Why?" I asked. "Every time you've fucked me since you two opened your marriage I've had at least one unmedicated load in me. That's over a dozen times. You know that tops can get pozzed too, right? I was kind of hoping it would happen and you would give Tom the bug and end his chase" Dennis said. The marriage comment grated at me, but I knew that most of our friends considered us de facto married. Apparently gay guys that live together for more than a year are common law married, compared to seven years for straights. "What? How long have you known that's what he wanted?" I asked.

Part 1: Will meets Dominic I’ve been one of the lead pastors at East Nondenominational Church for two years. I graduated from the seminary at 26, but I found it difficult to find a job at first. I was seen as too young by many. I finally found a church interested, one a few states away, and was possibly too eager when we scheduled a Skype call. “We’re very impressed, Will” Pastor Kline, the head pastor told me. He was in his fifties, short white hair. He reminded me of my father who was a pastor himself. “All your references speak highly of your orator skills. I believe you’d be a great addition to our church.” “Really? That’s great. Thank you.” Pastor Kline’s smile faded somewhat. “There is one thing that myself and Pastor Matthews are concerned about, however.” “What’s that?” “We all know that you’re young. And I’ve already assured you that this isn’t a problem. Our concern is that you aren’t married. Now, we know that not everyone gets married, but, seeing as you are a young man, and, may I say, good looking, it is sometimes awkward for members.” “Why?” “Young women in the congregation often seek out single pastors or they feel as if they’re prey to them. We just like to make this issue known beforehand.” “I understand, Pastor Kline,” I told him, feeling a bit awkward hearing him say that I was good looking. I was fit, spending a few hours at the gym each week, making sure I was healthy but not overly muscular. My brown hair and green eyes were often complimented by those I dated, but I never thought much about my appearance. “I’ve dated before,” I told him. “I had a long-term girlfriend in college. It just didn’t work out.” “I understand. We just want to keep everyone safe. We’d hate to lead anyone into sin.” “I agree,” I told him. “I’d never do anything to cause anyone to stumble.” Pastor Kline turned out to be correct. It didn’t take long before I spent every Sunday morning surrounded by women, dropping hints that they were single and interested in going on a date. Whether it was the clear desperation or not, I didn’t find myself interested. It wasn’t for a lack of trying. Sure, I wanted to find someone and get married, have kids, but there was something in the back of my mind that kept me from pursuing this life fully. What it was, I didn’t know. Not yet, at least. A Sunday morning came when I stood out in the lobby greeting our members as they came in. I flashed my smile, shaking hands, avoiding the stares from the women who wanted me to propose. As I shook hands, I noticed a man enter the front doors that I had never seen before. He was a large guy, bald, around forty if I had to guess. He was wearing a short sleeve black shirt which showed off large muscles and hairy forearms, tattoos around his biceps. His black jeans were tight, showing strong legs. It wasn’t like we had never had anyone like him here before, but there was something in the way this man carried himself, something in his essence, that captivated me, causing me to take notice. Without realizing, I found myself drawn to him, seeking him out so that I could shake his hand. “Hello,” I said. “I’m Pastor Ryder. I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” “First time,” he said, his voice low, a bit of a rasp. He took my hand and shook it. He had a firm grip. “I’ve driven past here for years. Decided to step inside for a change.” “I’m glad that you did,” I said. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes looking from my face and moving down my suited body to my shoes. The corner of his mouth turned into a grin. “Same here,” he said. “I’m not much of a God person.” “That’s alright,” I told him. “God finds us wherever we are.” “Does he?” I could tell that the man was playing a game, taunting me. I wasn’t easily aggravated, so I knew I could take whatever he gave out. “I don’t think I caught your name,” I said. “Dominic Moore,” he said. “Well, Mr. Moore, we’re glad to have you here. The service is about to start. Pastor Kline is preaching today. I think you’ll love to hear his message. If you have any questions for me, let me know. I’ll be here after the service.” “Is that a promise?” he asked. He passed me and entered the sanctuary, glancing back once and catching my eye. I stood frozen until I lost sight of him. I shook off whatever caused this momentary confusion and darted to my office. I had to sit down for a second, alone. I caught my breath, unable to understand why I was feeling so flustered. I had never felt like this before. I felt as if I had just worked out. My heart was pounding quickly, sweat collecting around my hairline. I checked my armpits and found that I had started to sweat through my dress shirt. While no one would notice, I felt uncomfortable. I had a change of shirt in one of my drawers just in case. I took it out and started to change. As I tucked in the new shirt, my hand grazing my crotch and I nearly collapsed from the sensation. It had been several days since I last jerked off, making me sensitive, but I’d never felt like this before. I tried to push down the need to touch myself, but found it difficult. I closed my eyes and started to breathe deep, calming myself. In my mind, the image of Dominic Moore standing in front of me was clear as day. I could see his chiseled face, his strong, tatted, hairy arms. I could feel his hand in mine. My eyes opened and I found my hand firmly grasping my cock. Shocked and a bit disgusted, I quickly finished dressing myself and returned to the lobby. I was going to pretend that nothing had happened, because nothing had. Everything was fine. Wasn’t it? Dominic was on top of me. His strong body, muscles rippling under sweaty skin, weighed down on me. His chest was covered in hair, his musk collected within the follicles. I could smell him, my head dizzy from the natural smell of man. His eyes were focused on mine. “How does that feel?” “Incredible,” I said. I glanced down and saw my legs wrapped around his waist, my cock and balls rubbing against his abs as he buried his enormous, veiny cock into my butt. I felt myself tearing open, as if every part of myself was opening up to him, allowing him inside me in every way possible. I felt full. I felt as if I couldn’t imagine existing in any other way. His rhythm increased as he started grunting, sweat covering our bodies. His cock brushed against my prostate, sending my cock into overdrive. I wasn’t even touching myself and I could still feel a powerful orgasm surging forward. “Ready, baby?” “Do it. Cum in me. Take me, Dom.” “Here it comes.” My eyes shot open as I started cumming. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My chest was heaving, my heart racing. I fumbled in the dark and turned on the lamp next to my bed. The light hurt my eyes at first until they grew accustomed. Searching the room, I found I was alone. Why was that a surprise? Of course I was alone. Why would someone be there with me? Who would be there with me? I checked the time. 4 a.m. I sat up, finding my sheets sticking to my body. I was sweating profusely. I threw off my covers and looked down, my boxers tented and soaked through. The smell of cum hit me, my head spinning from the sweet smell and the pungent odor of my sweating body. I was getting high off myself, something I had never done before. What was happening? I lifted the waistband and found globs of cum intermixed in my pubes, soaking into the boxer fabric. It had been a while since I had had a wet dream. I tried to climb out of bed to change, but I felt too weak. Collapsing back into bed, I closed my eyes and tried to remember what I had been dreaming about. “Here it comes.” Dominic Moore. I’d dreamt about Dominic Moore. I could see his face. I could feel the weight of his body on mine. I could smell his sweat. I could feel his hairy chest pressed against mine. I could feel his huge cock pumping into— I stopped, looking down at my hand. Without realizing, I’d scooped up some of my cum and brought it to my mouth, a few stray pubic hairs mixed in. I stared down at the mess, the smell of the fresh cum filling my nose. I’d never tasted my cum before. I’d never wanted to. It seemed gross to eat something that came out of your body. Still, something about the smell was intoxicating, sweet and inviting. My mouth slowly opened as I inserted my hand, running my tongue along my cum-soaked fingers. It was a taste unlike anything I had ever had. It was salty but also sweet. The warmth was inviting, as if I was returning it to where it belonged. I swallowed and savored the feeling, licking my lips. Then I realized what I’d done. My hand was shaking, the cum residue sticking to my skin. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, washing my hand and stripping off my boxers. I cleaned myself up as well as I could, but I couldn’t erase the image of Dominic Moore on top of me, inside of me. I couldn’t escape the feeling I had felt, wanting him there, wanting him to take me. I wasn’t gay. I’d never thought of another man like this. Why was I now? What was going on? After my dream about Dominic, I couldn’t get back to sleep. All I could do was see his face. I wandered into my office the next day in a daze. I sat at my computer trying to plan out my next sermon, but instead of God, all I could think about was Dominic. I tried to push past the dream, but my recurring erection kept me returning to the moment when I could see in Dominic’s eyes a sinister lusting unlike anything I’d ever seen before. I was mesmerized. “Will,” Pastor Kline said, knocking on my door. “Is everything alright?” “Yeah, fine,” I said, trying to supply a convincing smile. “Are you sure? I said hello when you walked by my office and you looked like you were in a trance or something.” “Nothing like that,” I told him. “I didn’t sleep well last night.” “You’re too young to be having sleeping problems.” “Nothing like that. It’s just… can I talk to you Mark?” “Sure,” he said, closing the door and sitting down. “What’s up?” “I’ve been feeling… guilty, I guess.” “About what?” “Well, um.” There’s no way I can tell Pastor Kline about my dream. What would he think? How would I even begin to explain? “I’m feeling guilty over a dream I had last night.” “A dream?” he said, staring at me until his eyes grew wide. “Oh, I see. A dream.” “I’ve felt guilty all day. I feel like I did something I shouldn’t have.” “Did you?” “Well, I guess not. Not really. I just had a dream.” “Listen, Will, you’re a young guy. That kind of thing happens to young guys. It still happens to me on occasion. Dreams are outside of our control. I’m guessing you…” I nodded. “Think of it as a freebee,” he said. “You didn’t do it to yourself. Sometimes, our bodies need to release and create a scenario in which it’s possible. You didn’t do anything wrong. Trust me.” “Alright. If you’re sure.” “I’m positive.” He stood up and started toward the door, stopping just out in the hall. “By the way, there was a new visitor on Sunday who sent me an email, saying he wanted to stop by sometime this week and meet with you. He said you greeted him at the door and found you personable. He says he’d like to talk with you.” “Did you get a name?” “Dominic Moore, I believe,” Pastor Kline said. “Dominic Moore,” I said, my voice catching. “He wants to meet with me?” Pastor Kline nodded. “He said he enjoyed talking with you. I’ll forward you the email so you can respond.” “Are you sure you wouldn’t want to meet with him instead?” I asked, trying to restrain the worry in my voice. At the same time, I scooted closer to my desk, hiding the boner which was starting to form. “You are the head pastor after all.” “Will, you need to have confidence in yourself. This is a part of our job. When God sends us someone asking for our help, we need to welcome him in. Don’t you agree?” “Of course,” I said, faking a smile. “I’ll email him before I leave.” “I’ll send you his email.” Once Pastor Kline was gone, I slumped down in my chair, reeling as my hard cock smashed against the underside of my desk. How am I supposed to meet with Dominic when I can’t get through a conversation without getting a hard-on? Nothing made sense. I wasn’t gay, and yet here I was unable to think about anyone other than this man who’d I’d met once. I met guys at the gym all the time and never had issues like this before. Why now? And why did Dominic want to talk with me? There was no way I made that good of an impression. My computer alerted me to a new email. I opened it and found the forwarded email from Dominic. Everything Pastor Kline had told me was true. Dominic wanted to meet with me. I started a new email accepting the meeting, telling him to come to my office whenever it suited him best. Before I hit send, I looked at his email name and found “Hazard4U” on the screen. I guess we’ll see, I thought. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ I've got a lot of the story written, though it's not done yet. Not sure where it will end, but there is plenty more to come.

FICTIONAL STORY! It was a normal Friday night out in Berlin and I had met up with some friends to grab a drink in a newly opened gay bar in centre of town. The crowd was young & cute like me (FYI i’m a 19 y/o twink). People mostly stayed in their respective groups, distinctly cornered in, throwing a look now and then over the room at other boys. Yet they didn’t take the initiative to move over taking the initial contact. Like most young people the self-confidence clearly had no correspondence to the appearance so a lot of alcohol is consumed to ease the tensions and inhibitions. And like every weekend we drank quite a lot. We had a good time, drinking and laughing, but around 4:30 in the morning it was time to head on for something else. A part of the group wanted to go to a bar where they play mainstream pop music. This very small bar was always fully packed, and it was hard for anyone to really move around. The toilet queue was awfully long, and getting a drink in the bar took so long that you got sober by waiting. This was at least my opinion, but my friends didn’t agree. We, therefore, split and I left them to their miserable choice. My mind was up for some trance music at a nice bar filled with straight acting, well-tuned cute guys. The bar I went to had an open atmosphere, 3 floors: one for trance music downstairs, one for mellow dance music upstairs and a dark room on the top floor. I never visited a dark room before and couldn't understand why people want be fucked by unknown guys in the dark.. I arrived club around five-o-clock in the morning. The dance floor was packed. I drank, chatted to people and danced to a great DJ for three hours which felt shorter than that. Around eight only 15 people were left. I headed for the bar and ordered a last vodka-tonic, although I was quite drunk already. After a while two very hot Arab guys came up and sat next to me. They were wearing tight t-shirts so I could see every detail of their muscular bodies. I think that they were a few years older than me, but max 21-22. We started to chat loosely: they asked me if I was alone and if I lived in Berlin. One of them put his hand on my thigh and caressed me slowly; the other moved his hand inside my shirt and over my back. It felt they were going forward a little bit too quickly so I escaped the situation by saying that I needed to go to the toilet. I went upstairs to the toilets on the second floor, where there was no one. I could feel I was turned on by the touching and wondered what to do next. I had never been with two guys before. If it was only one than things would be a bit easier. When I got out of the toilet one of the guys stood outside waiting for me. He smiled and asked me if I was intimidated by both of them touching me. “Somewhat” I replied. “Which of us do you like the most?” he asked. “I think you’re both cute” I said and added “and very sexy”. “You’re very sexy too and I could see when you went away that you have a nice little bubble butt ass” he replied. “Thanks!” I flushed a little bit embarrassed. “So if it was just me, would you like to have some fun?” he asked. I looked at his hot muscular body and could hear myself saying: “Yes, why not”. “We can go to my place. I don’t live far from here” I suggested. “No, my friend is waiting downstairs and I’d prefer that we just go up to the dark room” he said and smiled. “Well… I don’t really like dark rooms, because you don’t know which guys are in there” I replied. “It’s ok” he assured, “the club is almost empty by now and there would be no one there except for us. So come on, I can tell for sure that both of us want a little fun” he insisted. “Just a quick one… you suck my big dick and afterwards I suck you.. Okay?” He put his hand over his package and I could see a distinct, large bulb on his jeans. “OMG! I need that big Arab cock in my mouth” I thought to myself. He approached me, pressed his body against mine and started to kiss me with deep tongue movements. Wow, this guy knew how to kiss! It felt like heaven! Impossible to resist. At this time I was quite drunk and his gentle treatment of kissing and caressing my cock with his hand inside my jeans. “You’re hard and horny! so let’s go…” he said, and took my hand and led me up the stairs to the dark room. Up there he opened my jeans, pulled them down completely to the ground and sat in front of me. My cock swelled hard as he took it in his mouth and worked it good. One of his hands went off to my ass and started to play with my hole. One finger went in, then two. Slowly he started to finger fuck my my ass. I felt a burning sensation in my ass, but his lips around my cock was so hot that it overpowered that sensation. Was he preparing me so he could fuck me? That wasn’t the deal! But the fingers in my ass felt so good that I couldn’t protest. After a while, he stood up, we kissed with deep tongues. Then he pushed my head down to his big dick. I followed his every move and the orders he gave me, and it was clear who was in charge. My ass started to feel empty so I tried to put some of my own fingers in side my open hole He slapped my face with his XL-sized dick before he pressed it down my throat. His cock went down all the way and he fucked me rather roughly until gasped for air. He noticed I was choking and gave me a fraction of a second to breathe in before he continued pressing it down as deep as he could. The taste of salty sperm mixed up with saliva filled my palate; I had to swallow some to keep up with his intense and deep mouth fucking. He ordered me to lift my ass up so I did was I was told. Suddenly I could hear him whisper something in Arabic. A second later I felt someone coming up from behind putting his hands on my buttocks. I had thought that we were alone in the dark room. Who was this third person who now wanted to join in? Was it his friend who had gone up earlier to wait for us? It’s clear that they planned this from the start. The other guy immediately took over my ass. I felt a small plastic tube enter my ass. A few seconds later i felt a liquid filling my ass. Then he pulled the tube out. Thinking it was lube i didn’t react. Two fingers began to slide in my ass. As my ass became more open he added more. There was a feeling that was spreading to my body. I began to sweat and I felt more horny that I could ever feel. I thought that this was due to considerable amount of alcohol in my body so I stopped sucking and was about to stand up to take a break. The Arab guy in front of me noticed my hesitation and quickly locked both of my hands and put his arm around my neck. He was much stronger than me, and although I tried to resist I couldn’t get away. Suddenly I felt the guy behind me trying to push his big cock in my ass. The pain of this thick cock ploughing its way into my tight ass was sobering me up. Desperately my hands fought to get released but all in vain. “Please wait!” I squeaked, “I need to…” “What is it? Don’t you want to play anymore?” one of the guys interrupted. “Well, just let me get some lube and a condom from my pocket” I begged. “No way! I only fuck without condom or lube. Open up slut! ” he grunted. I wanted to reply but he silenced me quickly by pulling my head back by a steady grip around my hair with one hand and putting the other over my mouth. An extremely intense and very rough fucking followed. I could feel every inch of his big cock as it forced its way in and out in what felt like an eternity. It was almost like my ass would turn inside out of the deep ploughing and I felt my anus swelling. Inside me every show of the top of his cock sent electric shocks through my entire body. After a while my whining changed into groaning and moaning. His friends slapped my face and rammed his cock into my mouth to shut me up. Something started to take over my mind and I began to have thoughts about wanting bigger cocks in my ass and begin a total bottom slut. My ass was now completely open to serve his raw huge cock. The Arab guy behind me started to moan louder and louder. With a deep grunt he filled my insides deep with a huge amount of cum. He withdrew and got up in front of me ordering me to suck and lick his cock clean. I did as I was told and swallowed every drop. “Good boy! Our sperm will change you for good!” he said. “Now, lie down on the floor!” his friend commanded. He forced me to lie down with my chest facing the floor. He got on top and guided his huge cock towards my hole. He pushed into me; I felt the head enter me. A moan escaped my lips. He almost pulled out fully and then he just rammed it in full force. “Now, we’re going to see if I can fuck this slut even harder.” They both put up a laugh of joy and excitement. He fucked me harder and faster. “I saw how you looked at my cock down in the bar, craving it. We are converting you into a load taking slut. You think that you can return to your normal life, but within a few weeks you will give in to your true calling; big raw dicks and cum”. He kissed me on the check and licked my ear. Then he intensified the fucking; I felt the entire weight of his muscular body as he pumped my ass with his massive cock like a machine spinning out of control. By now the penetration went more smoothly because of the generous load that his friend had previously delivered in my butthole, which functioned as a perfect natural lubricant. My ass had also got more used to the rough fucking and had opened up considerably by the penetrations of his friend’s large cock fucking me so violently. Something in my mind took over and i started to enjoy having this good-looking, young sexy Arab stallion plowing my ass hard. I was their little white toy! And when he started hitting my G-Spot I was in pure ecstasy. “Yes, do me as hard as you can” i blurted out. “We own you now that our DNA is deep inside you” he whispered in my ear. Then he came with a roaring and we were both exploded as he shot several streams of hot cum deep inside of me. Then he and his friend dressed quickly, gave me a kiss and left. I sat for a while in the dark to get myself together. What was it I had experienced? My ass was warm and swollen with cum of the two guys dripping out. A smile spread over my face. I started to jerk myself and came quickly. I left the dark room and the club. On my way home I stopped by a gay sauna that had opened its door in the morning hour. I went in, changed, sat at the bar and ordered a juice. As I sat down at one of the tables a bit away from the bar a young black guy came up to me and asked if he could sit down. “Sure” I said. We were there just with our small towels around our waists. He had a perfect body and he noticed my eyes screening over him. He let his towel open so I could see his enormous dick hanging in the open. My eyes couldn’t help staring at it. “I saw you in the dark room. I was hiding in a corner with a friend when you came in. The two guys fucked you up good” he said. His words took me by surprise and I didn’t know what to say. “They knew exactly what to do to change you into a willing bottom” he added. “They knew what to do?” I replied. “Yes! The fact that you’ve come to this sauna and didn’t go straight home or to the police or anything must mean that you want more” he said smiling. He started to stroked his hand over his big cock that had started to rise. “Let’s go to my cabin and i will tell you what they did to change you into a willing slut. I’m not like them!” he said comfortingly. He took my hand and caressed it gently. I looked at his cock and felt how mine grew to create a visible bulb under the towel. He noticed and said smilingly “That’s clearly a YES!”. We stood up and walked up two floors to his cabin were we dropped the towels and started to kiss. Then suddenly I was grabbed from behind by two other black guys. I was pinned down with my face pressed into the mattress. “Hold his arm still” one of them said. I felt how my bicep was tied of with a band. Then I felt a needle stabbing my arm. “Like I promised I will tell you what they did: When they fingered you they loaded your ass with a drug called Meth!” the black guy said. “You had no clue what was happing. This is not how we do it. I like to tell my sluts that I injected them with T.” after saying that the band snapped loose. They released me and told me to raise my arm. As I sat up I began to cough. A wave of sluttyness came over me. “This will boost your carving for big dicks and cum. So don’t fight it!” said one of the other black guys. I looked over to them and saw 3 hot black guys stroking their enormous black cocks. And like he said I couldn’t resist it and crawled over to them. “Does he know that we and the two Arabs are POZ? ” whispered one guy to the other. “We will tell the slut after we bred him several times!” answered the other one laughing. —THE END —

I got mine done almost two years ago. Birthday present for myself. Despite the brown-yellow dye that went on it, I screamed when it was put in. Suffered for a couple days after. Peeing with it just causes more dribble than ever. I've been a dribbler since I was 10, but this required me to learn how to sit to piss like a chick. Kind of annoying to be at a urinal in public and step back to find that it looks like you pissed yourself. Hand dryers are sometimes helpful at hiding the evidence. As for airport scanning, I've flown twice and never set off the alarm while the ring was in. That's not what security is looking for, even if some of us are packing dangerous weapons down there. LOL

Until I was 26, I was 100% top. Other than a tongue, nothing went up my ass. Then I met Chris. He he taught me it made me no less of a man to get my whole stuffed. Within six months, I had taken my first fist. Today, I am totally 50/50 vers. I’ve got a big dick and love to fuck. A lot of other tops like my attitude, and when they see my dick, they are hungry to flip. And I am happy to do it. But I’m never shy to let someone know that I have my needs on the bottom, too.

Friday & Saturday nights are a good bet .... just slurpin ...errrr ... I mean just sayin ...

50/50 on an ideal fuck night but rarely with the same 50/50 guy(s). Seem to enjoy a few btms then have some tops breeding me.

I do far more casual /. Anon meets , when I was young I used to get paranoid about STDs etc. Now I’ve got a frequent fliers card for my local clinic .

I try to answer honest. The higher the better but I have to start somewhere. If there is somebody who isn’t going to fuck me because I’m full of cum or because I’ve got a fresh hole then I don’t need the dick. I don’t attempt to talk these guys into it, I just move on. @apollobchbttm I love doing this. It’s hot to go back and look at pics and vids of me after with tallies and degrading shit written all over me in sharpie. I haven’t done it in a while because the sharpie wipes off by the end of a sweaty 12+ hr session.

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This reminds me of one of my buddies from a few years ago. He was the "baby" of the family, with 4 older sisters. Time and time and time again, he'd get a new bf, and then turn into one of his sisters !!! I had met 3 of these sisters, and it was painfully obvious that he learned how to be in a relationship from watching his sisters deal with their various boyfriends. Nine out of ten gay men will put up with that crap for about one minute !!! I tried to explain it - help him - but every damn time he reverted to acting like the 5th youngest sister.

I’ve never seen this thread! I imagine my total will be high. I started at the end of the list and looked at the 10 pointers. I’ve never been in main stream porn, I never have and never will eat shit, and I’ve never done a father son scene. Further, to protect my integrity, I have nothing to say about the other 10 pointers! 😈

When a cumdump asks "Am I the ass hole?" it's hard to arrive at any other answer than "Well, yes. Yes, you are." 😉 You are not, however, in the wrong about the photos. No one is entitled to personal copies of images of you owned by you, naked or otherwise, if you don't wish it. The fact that you are in an online flesh market doesn't alter that fact. It is the other guy who's under the mistaken belief that Grindr is a free library of porn collectables. I can't imagine actually paying to wade in the cesspool, but your rationale is as good a one as I've ever heard.

I think you may misapprehend how Viagra (and Cialis) work. They increase blood flow to the penis, enabling it to get and stay harder than it would otherwise. They work by relaxing certain cells in the penis, which allows more blood flow through the vascular system, which then makes for a harder erection. Poppers work by directly dilating blood vessels AND by relaxing certain muscles - for a bottom, it lets a top enter more easily. But if you already have increased blood flow to the penis from Viagra/Cialis, and then you use a vasodilator, which dilates blood vessels all over, the combination can produce a serious drop in overall blood pressure. If used WITHOUT vVagra or Cialis, at least in some cases, the increased dilation of the blood vessels in the penis can make it harder (very short term) even though over the course of the session, especially with repeated hits, the effect is likely to be negated by blood flow dropping elsewhere in the body. So a single hit or two of poppers (for a top) MAY (and I stress may) have a net plus effect for fucking. Repeated use is likely to result in a limp dick.

You can see mine in my avatar, but here's the original version - Hereinlondon using my cunt

Just to grouse for a moment, the ones that kill me are the posts with tons of personal info going on about how they love being exposed. The next day, they are begging to have it all taken down in the reports. It never fails.

Hot cocks are awesome. I don’t care that much if you have one or not (although of course hot to see, so I don’t mind at all) but of course gorgeous cock or not I’m breeding your hole. 😉

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_lIc5mPvV9Eq7 This is what a call a breeding enema!

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_mG2sxtvvUdfR Almost silent breeding....nice face expressionsQ!

Older men can be absolutely magic. One of my favorite daddy tops is 76 and I've rarely felt so profoundly owned and used and controlled. His dick is so hard and in control of me that when he fucks me that it gets right into my head. We haven't hooked up since the pandemic started and I've been really missing spending time with him as his boy and taking his seed. He just reached out recently saying he'd like to get together again. I'm going to *make* time for this man.

Some (in fact all ) lovely holes , but for this top a sloppy hole full of cum will always get my vote !

Part 3 Darren was serious, the look in his eyes was intense and fierce. I could tell that he wanted me to poz this fresh neg hole right here, right now. I took my cock and pressed it against his puckering hole, the hairs of his ass tickling my dick as I slid in, balls deep. Immediately, my hormones took over, and I pounded his hungry hole. Each thrust I could feel his clean hole quiver and pulse, grabbing at my cock, embracing it. Fuck he felt good. I was already on the verge of blasting his ass with my toxic load. I pulled out to give myself a break. “Absolutely not, get your cock back in there, bitch!” Darren snarled, “Finish the fucking job you faggot.” I pushed back in, and moved my body, rubbing my cock against his inner walls, and I tensed up as I exploded in pure ecstasy. The thoughts of breeding him and taking away his negative status were overwhelming, and my orgasm seemed to last forever. It was done. This man would never be the same anymore. 6 Months Later I’ve grown a lot in nearly a years time since my pozzing. Today I was throwing my first ever, all bareback party. In order to do this, Darren and his father were hosting the party at his father’s house. Tonight’s menu consisted of a single negative hole to use, interestingly, my former gym teacher named Charles. Charles wasn’t skinny or fat, he wasn’t muscular or undertoned. He was just plain average. Average in all ways that is, except his excessively small cock. It was embarrassing. Maybe half an inch when he was hard. He was a true faggot, a breed of unprecedented disaster regarding genetics. Charles was blindfolded, ass up, face down, tied up on Richard’s bed. Darren stood in the corner, stroking his cock while 15 men stood in the bedroom, preying on the ass beholden in front of them. “Men. Today we are here to bear witness to the pozzing of Charles. Daddy Darren will be here to seal the deal, as my own creator and father. Although you men serve me, you also serve Darren as our forefather. Let’s get to work.” I was proud. I made my own poz cult. I was beginning to lose any of my former innocence. I wasn’t the catholic saint I once was, if anything, I was nearly the devil now. A true sinner. It felt so good to ruin a man’s hole with my toxic seed. It was absolutely thrilling to know I was ruining him, and making him mine. Each man took his turn on Charles. Within just a few loads he started squirming from the excessive use of his nearly virgin ass. The cum dripping onto the bed, the sweat running down his back and ass crack. His ass hair was curled, and stuck to his body wet. A funky aroma of ball sweat, ass, cum, lube, and poppers filled the room. Heavy, thick, and intoxicating. I was drunk on the pheromones. Richard was next, then me, and finally Darren. Richard whipped his massive horse cock against Charles’ hole. Used, abused, disgusting, Charles was destroyed. Richard popped his cock in at full speed, and floored him out, going as deep as Charles’ body would let him and then further. Charles screamed in agony as Richard stole his pleasure from him. Charles begged for Richard to stop, but everyone in the room was addicted to watching the show - Richard refused. Richard fucked Charles like a god damn ape, relentless, rough and hard. We all stroked our cocks in amazement, Richard really knew how to destroy a boy pussy. Richard’s ass cheeks clenched up, and from behind you could see his balls squelch up closer to his body. He was about to cum. Right then, Richard blew his evil seed into poor Charles, while the rest of us came a second time. We collected our jizz and stuck it in Charles’ gaping hole, filling it even more. It was my turn, I slid into Charles and got up by his ear. “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.” Darren looked at me approvingly. Happy master, happy life. Part 4 Preview The dark side of me is taking over, I cannot control myself anymore. My cult has taken over, Darren now holds no power over me anymore, as I’ve officially surpassed him. I am now the Poz King, my seed, my babies, have taken the holes and souls of more men than I could ever know.

Hi, piercied Top (54, 172cm, 68kg) here

I have always liked older men, and now that I am older, I still do. But this reminds me of the first orgy I went to. I went with a man in his early 30's that I was having a fling with. The organizers had "door prizes" that they gave out. One very fit and tan white haired man won a prize of Crisco for being the oldest, he was 71. I won a 7 inch dildo for being the youngest, 17. He approched me and asked if I liked math, then said, "Let's see how many times 71 goes into 17"! As I remember, it was several times.

Last night orgy. Took 9 dicks and 4 loads. Then went to a hung Filipino regular bud after to let him use my wet post orgy hole. I found it interesting that many guys are into post orgy hole 😆

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."

I grew up in So. Calif. Dad traveled a lot for business, and Mom worked long hours at a hospital. Between age of 12 and 14, folks would put me on a plane and send me back east to my grandparents and uncle who was 5 years older than me. He and I used to fool around, but by the time I was 14, he got a girlfriend and he was no longer interested. When I was 15, I convinced my folks to let me stay home for the summer to hang with my friends. We went to the beach a lot, and one day someone said we should leave early and drive to La Jolla where there is a nude beach. I couldn't believe my eyes, so many people and all naked! My buddies and I started throwing a frisbee and I missed the catch. It landed next to a handsome man. He lifted his sunglasses and smiled. Later, we packed up to leave and I walked a little slower behind my friends. He raised his glasses again and smiled and discretely handed me a folded paper. He wrote his phone number and a note that if I needed a ride to the beach to call him. I called him that evening and got a ride to Blacks Beach the following day. He was 32 and we had a lot of fun together and with others. It didn't take long for me to collect many more phone numbers.

A cheating fetish. I couldn't help this side of me. It wasn't me that cheated. I'd long since realized in my early 20s that I was never going to be the relationship type. Nothing got me hotter, harder, or hornier than making a guy cheat. Watching his eyes while he begged for me with his stupid boyfriend, husband, or whatever they call it was back home. I'm 38 years old 6'1 198 17% body fat. I'm the DILF at the gym you can't help eyeing. I wear muscle shirts to show off and i make the boys blush, gay or straight. Black hair crew cut full trim beard. Hairy legs some hairy chest, all masc, all man. But my real pride and joy. The thing that makes the boys go weak at the knees. I have a 9.2 in dick that is 6.1 inches in circumference uncut thick dripping dick. i love letting my fat monster cock just hang and work weeks on training cheating boys to worship and become addicted to it till the relationships they go back to and the relationships they have after the inevitable breakup will never compare. When I was 28 years old I tested positive for HIV. This opened my eyes to the world of domination: bringing cheating boys home now was not just home wrecking, it was a life changing experience that would follow each guy as a constant reminder that he had betrayed common sense, that he had submitted to me and virus. He was essentially nothing more than a begging cums slut who's nature controlled his destiny. For me, it wasn't just sex. It was a sadistic communion. Every secret meeting. The build up to the eventual fuck. and finally the night of repeated breeding till they had no doubt in their mind that when they limped away the late hours of the next day they were carrying the virus home with them forever. Ram and Joseph I found Ram and Joseph in the most benign place you could meet a young gay couple. Facebook. With the lists of boys who added me from the gym and next towns over asking for workout advice and sometimes more, these two sexy Latin boys appeared in the people you may know. It was Joseph's profile picture that attracted me. The two boys sitting side by side on the beach smiling. I added him, and then found Ram tag and added him as well. The boys were so perfect together. Joseph was 24 years old. 5'6. 160 lbs. He was a cute little smooth Latin stud. light tan skin. full lips. light brown hair. Ram was 28, very studly, 5'10 175 or so. Not as fit as his twinkish boyfriend but still so goddamn devourable, and my sights were set on him. I wanted to watch his eyes roll back in his skull as I filled him with poz cum. It turned out that Ram worked at the local mall and I suddenly discovered the need for some new clothing, so the very next day I dropped by the mall and took time eyeing the store from afar until I saw him, dressed smartly, wearing a cute hat and form fitting jeans. Now was time for the approach. Waiting to see him bent over a pile of clothes when I stood close behind him. "Can I get some help" I said slightly louder than necessary enjoying watching Ram jump. "Oh, hey man I'm sorry I didn't see you there." He couldn't help but look me over. the gay boy in him, that cock hunger that is in all gay boys like Ram and Joseph flickering behind his eyes. "Let me get someone to help you. " He said trying to regain some managerial composure. "No" I said bluntly. "No?" "Look I seen the kids you got working for you, they're great i'm sure. But you're the manager and you look like you actually have some style." He smiled sheepishly, even pathetically, at my half assed compliment. "Show me around," I proposed. "Sure man...sir." He said trying to regain his professionalism and overcome the obvious interest. "Honestly you already look like you are pretty good, but we'll see what we can get." He walked me around the store and I took my time trying on different things. and we got to talking. He was only the assistant manager (boring). He'd been trying to level up (boring). He was trying to go back to school (boring). He had plans for himself and his boyfriend (ding!) "You're gay?" I asked innocently "Yeah, but you knew that," he remarked, adding "you added us on facebook." "You recognized me?" I smiled to myself "A hot guy adds my boyfriend. Yeah, I'll pay attention," he replied. We were already near the dressing room and the moment was too opportune to pass up. I removed my shirt just before walking in. with the door still open I turned around and asked "So, you like what you see?" His eyes flickered up and down and his mouth hung just slightly open. He smiled, looked away and returned to look me up and down, finally responding "Cocky much?" "Only if the audience approves" I responded. He remained quiet for much of the rest of my visit trying to busy himself with other customers. I bought several things and left. Two weeks later, I returned to return some of my rusefully purchased merchandise, but during those two weeks I decided to go on a ripping season for my workout posting plenty of progress photos. Ram started testing the limits likeing, then adding playful comments, then finally he messaged me asking Can you offer me workout tips? I smiled when the message came in and replied What did you want to know? How in the hell can I look like you? Long and hard work son. You willing to put in the time? hahahaha! Yes sir Good boy. I'll drop by the store. I need to return a few things, I can bring you some stuff to help. I returned the items. Dropped off some supplements, we chatted about the gym and, if he ever wanted it, I offered some personal training at my home gym. Ram practically jumped at the idea, but there was hesitation in the back of his mind that revealed itself when he finally remarked "I love Joseph." "Your point?" "I just don't want there to be any confusion. I'm just trying to look better for him," he replied. I smiled and wrapped my arm around him saying "Rambo, stop worrying we're gonna have fun." And inside my jeans my dick jumped and drooled thinking of Ram's ass slowly opening up and begging for my raw load.

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

Yup.. that sums it up! Not looking for romance I have been with very hot guys and few of them sucked at sex. I could had more fun with a dildo. I have been with really ugly guys where when we met I almost turned around and left but stayed because i was needed to get fuck. They turned out to be some of the best tops, very kinky and open to anything. One I see again every once in a while the face is not the best but has a great cock and one hell of a kinky very dominant top love playing with him and once in a while with his friend. He has all kinds of toys, tables benches. I dont look at the face but I will submit to he's kink!

Hi @leatherpunk16. I'm very sorry to hear this. I'm sure all members will be. I hope this thread hasn't been too difficult.

Interesting perspective as a bottom. I was more think of guys who are able to fuck but won’t. But I guess as a bottom The reasons don’t matter!

Please continue

One of my friends is 81, and with the inevitable slowdown, he's now officially "retired" from fucking. We never fucked Holes together, but I heard any number of times that he was exceptionally well endowed. Occasionally we go out for lunch or supper, and the last time was about a month ago, to a "crab shack" out west of the city. While we were eating, a guy came over to our table, and said - this is totally true, on my hopes of Whatever - "You don't remember me, but I remember you ..." - with a silly grin on his face. The point? No matter how many years go by, talent nd ability in our calling, developed over many years, is remembered and appreciated.

Got a text a guy needed a hole. Was ass up for him with in 15 min and within 30 min my hole had a load. Have to luv being cumdump for a reg guy

If his ass is up and he’s hungry, I’ll fuck him. It’s a bonus knowing - and feeling - others have up there before me. I’ll ask. And if I asked in the first place, it means I’m interested in him and will fuck him regardless of the answer.

He is still on BBRT under his porn name and seemingly still in Canada,. He has an Just For Fans Page. [think before following links] https://justfor.fans/RyanCummingsRAW He was not at IML this year. I made the Bad Seed porn Cumming to Chicago with him there and played with him several times after that. A terrific guy. In C to C, his 12 hour gangbang, I was the first guy up him (me rimming him)...and then the last with my dick going into that loaded ass. I gave him the last load of the night, something like Load 54.

I was recently at a couples place i see every now and then. They have been getting Kinkier every time I see them. The last time they had me spun a bit tied up very tight on a bench blindfolded and with a choker and leash so when its pulled it really chokes the hell out of me. I was getting whipped on my ass and back. It stung a bit but also was a turn on because I can hear the top getting hot. Then spanked me a bit and got my ass raw as he would bite my ass once in a while. Don't know what he was using for a whip but it had lots of strings on it. He would slide it over my crack and to my back then snap it hard. Again it was turning him on. He then started to pull my hair so my head woud go back as he pulled the choker and when i couldn't breathe he would wait a minute then release it. He forced some clouds in me during all this so I was feeling good. Then he started to play with my hole felt his tongue licking my hole and crack and i can hear him heavy breathing and moaning I felt some lube and he started to fuck me hard as he pulled the choker so i couldn't breathe. I was moaning and getting hot. He almost choked me out i fell asleep a bit. He then almost violently started to fuck me more as I came too I feel him thrusting in my hole. Turns out there was someone also there. He slapping my face and stuck a pipe in my mouth held my nose shut to force the clouds. Got slapped a few more times as I was still getting fucked hard. Then I felt the cock starting to throb and I heard him screem.. He pulled out and smacked my ass and he left me there for a long time. Someone came in unhooked everything and said you can leave. I so want that again!!!!

Chapter 28 With all the movements it was making Horse close to shooting. He had his hands on the Pig’s hips and was trying to work his cock into different areas of the Pig’s body. He wanted to make sure the Pig remember this for months. He wanted to make sure every time he shit he would remember the stuffed pain he felt now With the monster cock up his ass he could never remember feeling this full inside. It was as if someone else was now existing inside him. The monster inside him felt like it was growing, getting harder. He cold feel his overly stretched hole being opened even more. He didn’t dare move fearing permanent damage but the drugs nide him once again were in control and demanding more. He tried to wiggle on the intruder and that stared putting Horse over the edge. At the same time the guy behind him reached around and pinched his nipples. This once again sent electric shock through his body which made his ruined rectum try to clinch on Horse’s cock. Horse moaned and said “ Here it cums Pig, your gift from me”. The Pig didn’t quite understand what all he meant. The guy behind the Pig said “ I’m going to squeeze his loaded nut sack so you get every drop of infected cum in your worthless guts pig “. The Pig felt the throbbing deep inside him, something he will remember forever, at the same time he realized whet Horse meant by the work ‘ Gift’. He felt a warmth filling him deep inside him, it felt like it was near his stomach. It was spreading around and it felt great. The Pig said “ Oh, that really feels good “. He was so far out of it, his words were mumbled and sometimes not understandable. He leaned forward on Horse to rest for a minute and Horse said “ Guess you’re getting what you wanted coming on Bug night “. He didn’t understand what he meant but he felt the monster snake inside him moving around. It was getting softer and shrinking some but he knew it would not fall out like other cocks do after shooting their loads. Horse said “ I am trying to give you some chem piss but I gave it all to that other guy earlier, and it was very loaded “. The Pig felt a new warmth inside him and Horse said “ Well, I guess I had a little to give you “. The guy behind him helped him back up and off the cock in is ass. It felt really weird sliding out of him. Some cum and blood dripped down his legs. The guy looked at the mess and said “ You’re ripe and ready for all this “. The other guy that was helping said “ Now it’s our turn”. The Pig wasn’t sure what they meant but he figured he could handle anything now. Horse got up and walked over to another guy and demanded him to clean the mess off his cock. The guy complied and stared licking and cleaning his cock that was coated with cum, piss and the Pig’s deep ass juices. The guy with the eight-inch cock told the pig to climb on. The pig thought this was going to be easy to get in after what he just had a monster in him. His legs were still Shakey but he managed to get on the guy. He recognized him from the showers and his partner came around and pushed his 7+ inch cock in the Pig’s mouth. Without being instructed he started to lick and suck. This guy wasn’t satisfied with just getting the head n he wanted more. He was intent on skull fucking the Pig. He was forcing more of his cock in the Pig’s throat. He was resisting some but he really didn’t have much of a choice. The guy below him was doing what he could to move inside the Pig’s ass. The guy in his mouth had finally gotten most of his cock down the throat of the Pig and said “ You want some more coke piss Pig ” ? The only sound the Pig could make was a muffled gage when the guy started pissing down his throat. He didn’t get much but the taste was bitter and really nasty tasting. The guy below him stared pumping his load deep as he could into the Pig’s ass which by now was full of multiple bugs and chems. The guy pushed the pig off and then his partner got behind the Pig and began to rape fuck him. He wanted to cum, but more than that he wanted to hurt the Pig’s ass. He was one of the most sadistic guys that walked the earth and wanted to inflict as much pain and degradation as he could.

I had to stop by my GP's office the other day for a script renewal, and while they twiddled about trying to get it written, I asked about the meningitis shot, and if the office was administering them. The woman told me," Oh, you don't need to worry about getting one, it is aimed at college age kids and younger age groups ( OUCH!) but not for people 65 and up (OUCH OUCH-GDammit, I just turned 65 this year) since they are not as sexually active" I really DO need to find a new doctor/office that is more in tune with their patients..

I was 18, on holiday in North Wales with my parents. We had over a couple of years befriended a couple of guys who were entertainers around the clubs there called Paul and Danny. Not great friends, but they'd always chat with Mom Dad and me when they saw us. Now at 18 I was still pretty innocent, I knew about sex, I'd seen porn, and I was curious about gay sex, but had never done anything with anyone. I had played with myself, a lot -- even experimenting with anal with a rounded metal tube I'd got hold of. I loved fucking myself with it -- it was only just thicker than a finger but it felt great. It also prepared me well for that holiday in Wales! I know I looked cute -- seeing the photographs at that time I can see why Paul and Danny took an interest. Long blonde hair, green eyes, meaty but not fat, and looked fantastic in tight jeans which I always wore. My cock was around 6 inches (a lot more now!), and at 18 I had barely started sprouting pubic hair. Basically, if guys liked blonde cute teen boys -- well, that was me. One evening Paul was chatting with Mom and Dad and as I walked over he said: "I see you like pool Richie -- we have a pool table at our house -- would you like to come over and play sometime?" I think I got the picture straight away. Paul was fucking sexy. About 40, tight jeans, shirt undone to show a hairy chest -- really fit looking. Of-course "I said yes" and as Danny walked over we were already agreeing a time and day -- Thursday at around 12 mid day. Danny was mid 40's very slim, came across as nice but always had an edge to him. That night Mom said "Do you think he meant all of us or just you?" I blurted out "Just me" a bit too quickly. Paul and Danny had another guy staying with them at the time called Andrew, so I knew it would be me and 3 guys. My heart was skipping when I rang their door that Thursday. I'd worn my tightest jeans, t-shirt and trainers. Paul invited me in and sat me down on the sofa. Paul was in an armchair, and Andrew came walking in from the kitchen. "So, wanna see our pool table?" said Paul, and he invited me into the backroom, which did indeed have a pool table. After a bit of chat we were playing -- innocently. Then Danny said lets play strip pool! This meant we took turns at shots and every time you missed you had to take something off! This got me tingling! I had a good idea what they wanted from me, but would they really seduce a 18 yo? It soon became clear they were hustlers, potting balls and leaving me nothing. I was soon down to my jeans. I missed again, and I had to strip -- I unbuttonned and unzipped with 3 pairs of eyes on me. I was then naked in front of 3 men between 35 and 45, my cock hard against my belly and they were all still fully clothed! "Nice cock" said Paul. "Well you lost -- shall we go back to the front room?" I went to pick up my clothes but Danny said I wouldn't be needing them. I sat on a sofa, Paul one side of me, Danny the other. Andrew put on the TV and on came a VERY hard core porn vid. A boy -- about my age, sucking a much older guy's cock while a black guy fucked the boy's ass. The guy getting the blow job was gagging the boy, ramming his cock down his throat and the black guy, who's cock must have been 10 inches and fucking thick, was slamming into the boy like his life depended on it. Paul and Danny were stroking my thighs -- my cock twitched with the excitement of all this. "Like the vid?" Paul asked and I smiled and said "oooh yes". Almost together they grabbed one of my hands each and directed them to their cocks. I stroked them through their jeans feeling them get harder. The scene on the video ended as both men came over the boy's face. A second scene started, this time a little blonde boy - possibly a bit younger than me was tied down on all 4's on a bed and was being fucked one after the other by around 10 guys. I LOVED this one! It looked homemade. Andrew lit a joint and passed it around. I'd never smoked one before and almost immediately I felt the effects. Paul unzipped his cock and I started wanking him. Everyone was almost silent as this happened. It felt unreal. I was a 18 year old boy, naked, 2 men stroking my body and I was wanking a guy's cock. Make that 2 cocks as Danny wanted the same. Then Paul spoke to me: "I think you are fucking beautiful -- we've wanted you for 2 years now and we're gonna finally have you" Then we kissed, his tongue inside my mouth, my head swimming as Danny wanked me. Andrew had got a camcorder and was filming it -- I can recall it so well as I've seen the film enough times! Paul told me to suck him. I'd never sucked cock before, but I got on all 4's on the sofa and slowly took his cock into my mouth and sucked like I thought how I would like it. I could smell his body spray and I inhaled deeply. Paul's cock was fantastic -- thick black pubes and a 9 inch cock, thick, and very very hard. I loved it -- I was sucking deep, bobbing my head up and down quickly, and he said "Slowly Richie -- no rush" My ass was in the air, and Danny was fingering me, he had dug out some lube and was easily pushing his finger into me. Paul and Danny spoke more to each other than me: "Danny -- can he take it?" "Needs washing out" "quick enema then?" Clearly my bum needed clearing, so long story short -- vid stopped, I was taken upstairs and within 10 minutes I'd had my first enema via a shower hose. It wasn't much fun, but I was now "ready" We continued on the sofa, me sucking Paul, Danny with 2 fingers in me now. "You want him first? Said Danny" "Fucking right I do" said Paul, and soon they'd swapped places. They told me to turn over so that I was on my back, and pushed up the sofa so my head was almost hanging over the edge. Paul asked if I'd ever been fucked and I admitted I hadn't. He smiled and said it might hurt but it would pass. I felt ready for him anyway. All my practice at home had partly prepared me for this. It was going to happen, and wow -- 3 men and me!! Paul held my legs wide apart and smeared more KY on his cock so it was glistening. Andrew got close in with the camcorder. I looked fantastic -- My soft body lying on the sofa, my ribcage showing and my belly pit sunken in. My plump things being held apart my Paul and Danny, and Paul looming over me like an animal. He began to rub his cock against my ass, lubing it with his precum. Then Danny and Andrew started encouraging him. Telling him to fuck me. Paul held his cock against my ass and pushed. Christ!!! That metal tube and Danny's fingers hadn't prepared me for this!. God it felt like I was splitting apart. Paul grunted as he started working his 9 inches into me. I was panting and groaning and my head was dropping back over the sofa's edge. Before I knew it Danny's cock had appeared at my face and he made it clear what he wanted. I opened my mouth and he pushed his cock into it. Paul was gradually slowlly getting every inch into me. I couldn't believe I had a man's cock inside my body. I was 18 year old and a grown man had his cock inside my bum. Again their conversation was around me -- not at me. Danny asking if I was tight, Paul confirming it. Andrew telling them both to get more cock inside me. It felt wonderfully seedy and nasty. Danny eventually spoke to me -- "Richie -- breathe in now". As I did he thrust his whole cock down my throat. I panicked and gagged, spluttering all over him. This just excited him even more. Paul told him to it again and told me to breathe through my nose. Danny did it again, and this time I took him inside my throat for a few seconds before he pulled out. Now I had the hang of it. Danny would thrust deep, I'd breathe in, opening my throat and he began throat fucking me properly. Paul was by now slamming all 9 inches into my bum and was about to cum. Paul and Danny again spoke over me. "Ready mate?" Yep" "Gonna cum" "Fuck yes" and with that Paul's cock grew even more inside me and started shooting his cum inside my bowels. It felt boiling hot and I could feel it pulse out of his cock with each spurt. Danny then thrust his cock insoide my throat and held it there. His cum shot down my throat and he came for ages. I was starting to choke but they just held me there -- not letting me away as Danny shot inside me. Eventually they pulled out and Paul took the cam as Andrew flipped me over and fucked me from behind. His cock was smaller than Paul's and it slipped inside me easily. He slapped my ass as he fucked me and after about 5 minutes he shot his load in me too. God!!! An hour ago I was a virgin and I'd taken 2 men in my bum and deep throated another. We all lay/sat back and Andrew put the video on and we watched it all happen again. "You don't mind if we show this to our friends do you Rich" asked Paul. I smiled and said he could show it to whoever he wants. He asked what if they wanted to do more than watch me and I'd be happy to meet them! I know for a fact the film got very widely distributed and I think thousands of men have seen me getting used over the years. Paul said he really should have used a condom as we watched him cum in me, but I said I liked feeling the cum inside me. That's when the doorbell rang.!! Part 2 to follow.....

Part 3 You know the rush that come after you've stayed away? It was that. It was like the first time all over euphoric an overwhelming and crushing and liberating all in one. He gave me a moment to adjust. I sat on the bed as it came over me wave after wave. And then I was horny. insatiable and hungry with lust. i started to rub myself through my costume, I looked toward him. He was enjoying watching as I came Undone. I was so hard under my loincloth. I ripped the wig from my head and tore the already torn up shirt off. he advanced towards me and rubbed me at the taint. i pulled my legs up, wanting it all. "Have you slammed before?" He asked tossing his coat aside. this deviled adonis stood before me in boots, harness and briefs and I wanted all of him. "yes, sir. a long time ago..... I feel free again. holy god this is amazing." "You're a pig, aren't you. why were you pretending you weren't al these years. Funny how on Halloween your without your mask. free to be your true piggy self. Now it's my turn." and with that he slammed himself. I watched fascinated as i rubbed myself. the flash of his blood made me even hornier. I was moaning "You like to watch it go in, boy? That's hot. I have too many ideas of what to do with you." He held his arm above his head and coughed as his rush hit. and then he was all over me. He pulled my underwear down leaving the loincloth there. and then he was rubbing my hole. He spit in his hand and then parted me and plunged two fingers into my dark recess. I was here for it and I wanted more. "Cock!!" i groaned. "Oh you'll get it boy. You'll get it all. Follow me." And I did. Away from the coat room and into Steven's master bedroom. "We can't be in here!" I protested as he pulled me to him. "We already are. The coat room will be too busy with people getting their coats. Steven won't come here till the party is over. we have plenty of time. You just have to keep you voice down. Or I'll punish you. ...Or you can go and we can do nothing." "No, Sir. I want this. I need this. need you. Fuck, you're sexy." He kissed me gently at first and then more insistently. He brought my hand to his crotch where I felt his hardness. he was massive. I needed it. "You first though" he said shoving me onto the bed, raising my legs and diving into my hole like creature possessed. He rimmed me with authority making me moan, making me feel as though the earth split in two. The next few hours flew by in a flash of ecstasy, sweat, spit, flesh, fist, piss and more. I had never let go the way I had with him, but i was unhinged and vowing to never go back to my repressed ways. He had focused his attentions on my hole. occasionally giving me fierce kisses and tongue. But he never took off his briefs though it was painfully obvious how hard he was. when I came too it was three thirty in the morning and he was still fisting me. I was still loving it. He withdrew and handed me a gatorade to drink. "Trick or treat?" he asked as he produced two more rigs. I smiled. "Good boy, come with me" and i followed behind him into the master bathroom.... To be continued...

I began being sexually active at 5-6yo. It was with a friend of my fathers (29yo). The first night he deep tongue kissed me and F'd me. I continued to fool around with boys & men after.

I laid tied to the bed, staring at the hotel door, waiting for the next top to come and poz my hole. Wrestling with how to come to terms with the whole thing. “Peter?” I said. “What” he snapped back. “I admit I wanted to be pozzed, but honestly not like this” “Yeah, I know how you wanted it, you wanted me to do so you could hold it over my head” “No I wouldn’t” The knock at the door kept him from responding. As he opened it wondered who would be there. The man that was outside was fucking hot. He was like a living god. Tall, dark, handsome and covered in tattoos. Under his tank he was furry and muscular. As he walked into the room, his cock jumped under his gym shorts. “So how many have knocked him up?” he asked “An escort, me, and a guy who was full blown” Peter said. “Fuckin’ hot” the stranger said, “let me add mine” “He’s open for business,” Peter replied, “tell all your toxic friends” “Fuck man, I can have my husband head over after his workout, as well as some of my buds” “The more the better” The muscle god was now stripping. Once his tank was removed and his body exposed, I was in awe. He was solidly built. “you ready for this?” he asked looking right at me. “Yes” I replied. “If he starts to object, just keep going,” Peter said, “he’s going home poz one way or another” I watched the muscle god drop his shorts, exposing his thick veiny cock. It had to be nine inches. I licked my lips and lifted my hips off the bed, raising my ass up in the air. “Someone’s eager” Peter said. The stranger climbed between my legs and buried his face in my crack. Licking my hole, soaking it with his spit. Peter was pinching his nipples as he watch. The stinger then climbed on top of me, line up his cock and pushed it in. I let out a loud moan. He dropped body on me and I felt as if I was being smothered. He was pumping his cock in and out of my hole. I would lift my hips off the bed, pushing upwards so my ass was meeting his cock. “Someone’s very eager” the stranger said. “Fuck your poz load into me” I said. The stranger slammed his cock into me hard, pushing me into the mattress. I was pushing back my ass as he slammed in. I watched Peter across the room, watching me as I was getting fucked. “Untie me your twisted motherfucker, so I can fuck this man properly” I yelled to him. Peter dropped his phone and quickly moved over to the bed. He released both my wrists and i pushed myself up to a kneeling position. I wanted this doggie style. “Fuck me like the bitch I am” I said. The stranger grabbed my hips and began to fuck me more, faster and harder. “Slap my ass” I ordered. Peter was releasing my ankles. “I said slap my ass” The stranger slapped my right cheek hard, making it sting. “Again” I said He then started to slap my ass over and over as he pounded my hole. “Glad to see you are embracing your inner pig” Peter said. “Oh I’m just beginning” The stranger pulls out and flips me over on my back, grabbing my ankles he pushed my legs back, shoving my knees into my chest. Peter grabs his cock and lines it up with my hole. The stranger’s cock pushes in all the way. “Going to dump my load into your hot ass soon buddy” He started to pound my hole, thrusting his body weight into me. I could see Peter standing there, his cock was getting hard again. I watched it lift off his balls and slowly start to expand, until it was sticking straight out. I squeezed my hole around his cock as the stranger fucked me. The bed was squeaking as we fucked on it. I know people passing the room could hear it, but I didn’t care, fuck them. Hell, if they wanted they could come in and fuck me too. I didn’t want to fight this any more. I wanted to be a fucking pig. The stranger’s cock was rock hard and his balls were tensing up, drawing close to his body. He was getting close to dumping his poz load into me. “Want my load fucker’ he asked. “Fuck yeah, is a pig’s ass pork” “Fuck yeah” “Dump your poz load in my hole” He slammed into me. He grunted loudly as he emptied his balls into my hole. Every few seconds he would pull out and thrust back in. “Fuck dude, y’all up for a little four-way later tonight” “Fuck yeah” I said. “I will text you the address when I get to my car” he said, “my husband needs to poz that ass” “Tonight all holes will be available” I said. “Same here” He pulled off me and began dressing. I wasn’t sure if Peter was in shock or just scared. As soon as the man left the room. I grabbed my cock and started stroking it hard. I stared at Peter the whole time, watching him and his hard cock standing there. “Hope we have some time before my next trick,” I said to him. A beep on his phone brought him back to reality. I grabbed it off the table, it was a text message of the guys address and what time to be at his place. I tossed his phone back down, then walked towards him next to the bed. “Your ass is next” I said to him, pushing him on the bed.