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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.

Sit on my face & I’ll let you do whatever you want 🐷

In my peak (20s and 30s) my mantra was always “Don’t go ugly early” , now days I’m just great full for fucks with a wide range of guys. I now realise I could have had more sex when younger had I not been such a brat.

When I was a teen in the late 70s and early 80s (and the drinking age in NY was still 18) there were three gay bars/clubs in the Nyack (Rockland County, lower Hudson Valley) area - "The Candlelight" later "Barz" in Upper Nyack, "Reflections" in Piermont (now a Sushi Bar) and a dance club on 9W in Congers that seemed to change names on a weekly basis and was more heavily lesbian than gay. There were also a number of LGBTQ-owned restaurants and cabarets in Nyack like "Cafe Provencal" but most especially "The Coven Cafe" a live music/restaurant venue owned by a Wiccan Lesbian couple featuring live music in a variety of genres including some of the last of Nyack's Black Jazz pioneers (most 75 or over in age in the '80s) and amazingly successful at mixing Gay, Lesbian, Bi and Straight crowds (though there was one evening a week each for "women's night" and "men's night". With NYC only 20 minutes by car at night, we could never have supported MORE than those since it was so easy to simply head down to the city for a night out, but at least there WERE places to go back then. When I moved back to Nyack in 1999 after living on the West Side in Manhattan from my University graduation through my late 30s, most of these were no more - "Barz" was limping along and the Coven soon to close and all the rest gone (including a gay dance club in Orangeburg that apparently lasted a couple of years but I missed entirely. I attempted to start some parties like the ones I attended weekly in Manhattan but despite Nyack's good number of gay and bi men, mostly coupled (especially percentage-wise to the rest of the community) my hubby and I discovered that unlike the 2 of us, most of the local gay couples didn't want to "appear to be sluts" and many tried to be more virtuous than the straight people, and as for parTying - or at least admitting to partying - there were maybe 3 or 4 guys I found and all but 2 scared of being "outed" as partiers. I found that kind of tragic and sad, especially for ME! On the nights my hubby worked 'till 2AM and I was EXPECTED by him to play, 99% of the time I went elsewhere - Manhattan mostly, but also Jersey City, Mount Vernon, Yorktown Heights, Yonkers, Ossining, Hoboken, Brooklyn and the Bronx, with the occasional longer drive to Ocean Grove/Asbury Park or Stamford/Westport. From 1999 to 2016 when he had me sell his townhouse so he could retire to Wilton Manor, I had only 1 steady (and hot and awesome) pnp fuckbuddy I regularly got together with in Haverstraw. Otherwise, I traveled. I would love it if there could be parTies here, but as I can't host them at my place, I can't really start a new group. Wish I could!

Chapter 5 Hit Self-Destruct and Reset At home, Rich didn’t sit still to do his thinking as many people would; he fired up his laptop and opened the file with the memoir that he had begun on the weekend. The real answer to his quandary lay in the part of his mind that was dredging up and recording his memories, and the way to find it, as with the way to find himself, lay through his writing. Setting up a new chapter heading, he began. ******************** After Carlo had left and I was alone in the apartment, I had a breakdown. Some people might have yelled or screamed, gotten roaring drunk, or gone nuts on drugs. I went crazy for sex. Within an hour after he’d left, I’d gotten showered and douched, and was dressed and ready to go out and get myself royally fucked. It seemed appropriate, since I’d already fucked myself over, to go and get someone else to finish the job. What if I ran into Carlo? I was half-hoping I would, especially if I’d already connected with someone else. That would show him. What the hell? There was no logic in thinking that way, but I wasn’t thinking. My calm, reasonable side was now totally disconnected and I was running on pure, raw, negative emotional energy. In that state of mind, it didn’t take long for me to find a willing guy. Wearing a super-tight pair of shorts that showed off my ass muscles didn’t do any harm either. Almost as soon as I walked into the club, I got swarmed, and within half an hour I was leaving with a guy named (I think) Andre. He was big, muscular, broad-shouldered, and had a massive bulge in the front of his shorts. Maybe I was subconsciously hoping that a big enough pain in my ass might help to distract me from the horrendous ache in my heart. Well, I got the pain in my ass all right. Andre was not a considerate fucker. He was all alpha top, knew what he wanted, and helped himself right away. He had his whole thick ten inches up inside me in no time flat, despite – or perhaps because of – my cries and screams of pain. I’d have called it rape, except that I was getting exactly what I wanted, what I felt I deserved. One other thing I was getting, though, which I hadn’t banked on – I found out after he’d fucked me hard, cum twice, and then left. That’s when I felt something dripping out of my hole, and worried that it might be blood – he’d sure fucked me hard enough to rip me. But it wasn’t. That big beast had fucked me bareback and shot two loads inside my ass without a rubber, fucking me raw, and after I’d told him to use a condom. I’d been bred like any slut in the streets, just like Carlo in fact, and I couldn’t deny that I’d loved it, and wanted more. My descent into hell was over. All the way down. Now I was just as bad as Carlo was, and a hypocrite to boot for doing exactly what had made me throw him out. I repeated the pattern every night for a well over a week. By day, I was running on autopilot, going through the motions at school, getting all the right answers, but personally disconnected from it all. By night, I was out on the prowl, picking up a different top – or two, or more – each night and getting fucked and bred repeatedly. My ass was sore as hell after the first few nights, and still I kept at it. Looking back, I guess I was punishing myself by getting other men to punish me. I couldn’t tell you how many loads I took during that bleak time. Dozens, probably. It didn’t matter to me who I got with, how dubious they looked, how dangerous they acted, as long as they had a dick and would fuck me raw. It was a miracle that I didn’t get robbed – or worse. Finally, my ass did get ripped, badly, and I had to stop. A couple of Fridays later, just as I was about ready to start playing the open-to-all fuckhole again, my friend Fred ran me down in the library, and asked me to go have a coffee with him. I demurred, but he was so insistent that I finally agreed to go with him, just to shut him up. After we were seated in the café with our cups in front of us, he started in on me. Quietly, so as not to be overheard, but he ripped me a new one verbally just as Andre and all the others had done to me physically. “Rick, what the hell are you doing to yourself?” “What do you mean, Fred?” “Don’t play the innocent, Rick. The guys at the bar were all telling me that you’re now the A-Number-One slut in town, taking multiple loads in your ass, without a rubber, from any and all cummers. Have you gone mad?” “Did you hear what happened to me a few weeks back?” “Yeah, I heard. Your hot Italian boyfriend turned out to be a big stud bareback porn slut and you threw him out. Does that mean you have to follow suit?” And much more along the same lines. The more I tried to explain what I was doing, the more he shot holes right through my every argument. And I knew that I was being a fool. But the urge to punish myself was too strong. That night, as dusk fell and I was preparing to go out hunting for dick again, the phone rang. I answered, and it was my mother. I was about to say that I was just heading out and was late, but something in the sound of her voice restrained me -- thank God. “Ricky, honey, can you come home? I need you here badly.” “Mom, what’s wrong? What’s happened?” I heard a distinct sob, and a couple of sniffles. “I just got a call from your grandmother, in Alcantara. Your grandfather is dead.” Her father. Dead. And I knew that I had to get home, and fast. She’d always supported me, and this was the very least I could do. “Okay, Mom. I just need to throw some things in a bag and then see if I can get a seat on the red-eye tonight.” “Ricky, I need to see my mother, and your father can’t get away before Wednesday. Can you take me?” Back to Alcantara. I didn’t hesitate. Maybe I sensed that Alcantara was where I needed to be myself, to break the cycle of self-hate in which I was trapped. “Of course, Mom. I’ll check, I think there’s a flight on Sunday morning to Puerta Escapada that connects with the ferry over.” Alcantara didn’t have an airport yet and travel depended on the ferry from the mainland. “Thank you, Ricky. I’m so grateful.” “Give me thirty minutes to check with the airline, and then I’ll call you back.” “I’ll be here. I’m not feeling at all sleepy yet. Your dad is sitting up with me.” She sniffled and sobbed again. Friday night was a good night to call for reservations. No one else was planning travel at that hour except people with emergencies. The telephone agent was sympathetic and helpful once I’d explained the situation, and soon had everything reserved. She forwarded the file to the airport office with a note to prepare the tickets, and then I was all set. I called my mother back, told her I would see her in the morning, and to be ready to travel on Sunday, and then started packing. I called and left a message with my academic advisor, telling her what I was doing and that I wouldn’t be back for a week. In my mood, sitting sleepless on a red-eye flight to Toronto wasn’t precisely what the doctor ordered, and yet I could feel myself starting to come out of the black funk that had possessed me ever since I’d thrown Carlo out. Hugging my mother and sitting down to talk with her about my grandfather helped too. So did the long trip to Alcantara, complete with a change of planes in Miami and the tedious and bumpy 4-hour ferry ride from Puerta Escapada across to the islands and the harbour of Portavedra. It was strange, being back in the place that had been so much fun when I was little. I hadn’t been back since my high school days, and it felt a bit like time travel since nothing in Alcantara ever seemed to change. I found that I was so surrounded by happy memories that I simply couldn’t hate myself there. It felt good, too, to be supporting my mother and my grandfather, to feel needed, to be doing something useful for other humans in crisis. I’d never have guessed this when I was a kid, but after even such a short stay, I knew that Alcantara, with all its memories of a simpler time in my life, had become a place of healing and wholeness for me. By the time my father arrived four days later, I had gotten over myself and my crisis and was ready to go back and pick up the pieces – to “get on with it,” as my father said, little suspecting just how big “it” had become. Back in Vancouver, I had to scramble to get back up to speed at school. I also had to explain to Doctor Brennan what I had been doing, get a huge lecture from him about my idiotic behaviour (I deserved that, too), and get tested quickly and repeatedly. Somehow, God knows how, I had gotten lucky and dodged HIV and all the other nasties. Somehow, too, I managed to get myself caught up enough to complete the first year of law studies successfully and continue to move forward. During the summer, I alternated the lifeguard stand with several days a week of volunteer work in a community legal aid clinic. That was an eye-opening experience, putting me into direct contact with the legal problems and issues that beset people at the bottom of the economic ladder. I learned so much about human nature and about social and economic inequity from that clinic, really too much for my own comfort (given my own comfortable level of personal wealth), and those lessons never left me. In the fall, it was back to school. I’d now mastered the art of getting down to the key point in every case, every discussion, every legal analysis, and was no longer overwhelmed with work. In fact, I was now much more mature, ready in every way to balance schoolwork with a relationship. Except, no surprise, I no longer wanted a relationship. I had done a complete 180-degree turn from my foolish fling after Carlo’s departure and had become celibate. That whole episode had burned me so badly, on so many levels, that I isolated myself from men. My hand became good enough company when I needed to scratch that itch. Two months after school started, I got another phone call from home. This time my mother was almost in hysterics, and it took a couple of minutes before I got her calmed down enough to tell me that my father had been killed in a car accident. When I got to Toronto this time, I quickly discovered out that my father had appointed me his executor, and that his estate was huge, complex, and a very daunting prospect all around. The first task was to organize the funeral, to be held on the next Saturday, and that was enough of an ordeal on its own. My father being the sort of figure of importance that he was, his business associates far outnumbered family and social friends. To accommodate everyone, the service had to be held in the cathedral, and the reception in a private club that my father had joined the previous year. My right hand felt positively limp and wrung out after shaking hundreds of hands, most of them twice (arriving and leaving), and I wondered how celebrities, actors, and musicians could do this over and over. Once was enough for me. The end of the reception was an ending in another way, as well. I’d had a difficult relationship with my father, and although he had tried to support me in my ambition to live openly as a gay man, he had plainly found it tough to come to terms with my reality. That attitude in turn had erected an invisible barrier between us which neither he nor I had been able, or willing, to break down. While I appreciated all he had done for me throughout my life, it was hard to escape a sense of relief that he was gone. Add to that my pleasure in finding out that Chloe and I each received a quarter of his estate outright (the rest went to my mother), and my equally pleased surprise that he had entrusted me with sole responsibility as executor of his will. It may sound odd, but in some ways this was the first time I had ever felt like a man. As the scale of the work to be done with Dad’s will sank in, I knew that I would have to take a year off from law school. I called the law faculty, talked my way through to the Dean, and explained the whole situation. He willingly agreed to simply take me off the register for the year, refund my fees for the remaining months, and defer me until the following September with no academic penalty. I had to travel back to Vancouver to get more clothes and things for an extended stay in Toronto, and to arrange for a neighbour to keep an eye on my apartment and water my plants. And then I moved back home. After everything I had been through, living in my old room at home was a strange feeling, but my mother did everything she could to make me feel more comfortable. She told me that it was okay with her if I wanted to have friends come and stay overnight, even laughing a bit for the first time as she said that my father wouldn’t necessarily have agreed with her. The laugh was a bit forced, and soon enough she was wiping her eyes again, but it was a start for her. It was also strange, but somehow comforting, to be back in the same swimming pool where I had first learned the basic techniques and strokes, doing my workouts again. That daily routine was something I badly needed to give my life some structure and order in these strange circumstances. One day, I finished and climbed out just as the kids in the swim club were tumbling in for their daily workout and practice. That’s when I noticed that their new coach was unmistakably the same guy I had drooled over when I was a skinny, pimply kid, just beginning to realize I was attracted to guys, and he was the hunky teenaged lifeguard supervising us. I couldn’t deny that he had grown up just as much as I had, and the combination of a big dick and muscled ass in his speedo, and the dusting of salt and pepper in his hair, really turned my crank. The task of sorting out the estate took months and was every bit as tedious and mind-boggling as I had feared, but it also gave me a chance to make valuable contacts in Toronto. One was a young accountant at the firm that handled my father’s financial affairs. This was none other than my first fuck buddy, Derikk Maddeson, who was now a junior employee in the firm. After a couple of business meetings, we went for lunch together one day. We laughed ruefully at the clumsiness of our encounters all those years ago, caught each other up on our respective lives, and generally settled into what became a rewarding friendship – but not friends with benefits. He now had a solid relationship with another swimmer whom he’d met in college. I met his partner, Aaron, a couple of weeks later over some after-work Friday drinks before they went out to a show. Another story altogether came on my third or fourth visit to the lawyer’s offices, when I met a young intern, a Japanese man who was pursuing a degree in international law in Canada. Hiroshi (I never could pronounce his last name and he laughed when I tried) was a classically slim Japanese man with dark hair and eyes, and a solemn look that could dissolve into a glowing smile. He had a way of slipping a little ironic or amusing dig into almost any conversation, no matter how serious. For the first time in nearly a year, I found myself feeling attracted to another man. Hiroshi seemed to return my interest. At last, after a couple more business meetings, I took my courage in hand and asked him for a date on Friday. We had a fascinating time finding out about each other over dinner. One thing that made us both laugh was when he said that he had come from Vancouver to attend law school in Toronto, basically to get out from under his family’s eagle eyes. This, of course, was the exact mirror image of my decision to move west. I quickly learned that, out of the office setting, he had a ready sense of humour, and the banter flowed freely between us. When we finished eating, he invited me back to his place “for one more drink” and things unfolded pretty predictably at that point. Hiroshi was about as experienced as I had been when I first went to Vancouver, so there I was, at the ripe old age of 26, teaching another man everything the well-educated gay guy ought to know. I was bemused at the ironic fact that I was playing the exact role Carlo had earlier played with me. Hiroshi was a fantastic student, though, picking everything up really quickly from his slightly-older mentor. To start with, I showed him the pleasure that could be experienced by slowly undressing your partner while he undresses you, in between rounds of kissing and stroking and touching and caressing. I then slowly kissed my way down his chest, paying due attention to both nipples (which he loved), and teasing him by bypassing his cock and going for his balls first. After giving both of those the full treatment, I came back up to his shaft and licked slowly up towards the head. The precum was already oozing out as I skinned back the foreskin, releasing the head. Before long, I had licked it all up, and then just went for it and plunged my head down on his dick. Hiroshi cried out as I sucked him down. Despite being out of practice for months, it took me only a few strokes to get all the way down, sucking his whole long tool into my mouth and throat. The inarticulate cries coming from above me and the way his thighs were trembling and quivering made it plain that his fuse had been lit and he was about to explode. I sucked harder, and got my reward when his cock exploded, blowing a massive wad of cum into my mouth. I pulled back a bit, wanting to keep it up front. When the trembling and convulsions abated, I stood and began kissing him, pushing his mouth open as I did so I could share his cum load with him. We kept kissing, pushing the cum back and forth between us, until finally we had swallowed it all. At last I let up, stepped back a bit, and looked at him. “My god, Rick, that was amazing. I’m sorry I came so fast, but no one’s ever made me cum like that before!” “Oh, that was just Act One. This is going to get a whole lot hotter before we’re done.” How little I knew. I let him take my hand and lead me to the bed, and we lay down there together. Act Two began with my making love to Hiroshi’s ass with my mouth and tongue and fingers, prying his tight cheeks apart and working my way slowly inward. I wanted him to feel everything I could do to him and hoped he would remember it all to use on me later (as it turned out, he was bottom only, which was a pity, but I could live with it). In time, I got his hole as loosened up as his vocal cords, the one quivering and flexing, the other moaning and sighing and regularly uttering “oh, fuck!” It was time. I pushed my cock into the crack and slowly began pressing against his hole. He was ready, and his hole practically sucked me into him. As I slid deeper, he moaned louder and his body twisted around on the bed like a snake. Eventually I hit the bottom, with my hips pressed tightly against his slender ass, and my entire body lying along his back, from our intertwined legs to my arms which I wrapped around his slim shoulders. And then I began moving. Slowly and carefully, I rose up and pushed back down, lifting my cock out of his ass and then pushing back down into him. I repeated this five or six more times while he moaned and sighed under me, and then he said it. “Harder, Rick!” I began speeding up. “Come on, Rick, give it to me!” I speeded up some more. “Is that all you’ve got? Fucking POUND ME!!!” I pounded him. Much to my surprise, the normally quiet and reserved Hiroshi turned out to be a totally insatiable wild man in bed – what today would certainly be called a “power bottom.” I began pounding him with all I had, my trained and toned swimmer’s body straining every muscle and sinew to drive as deep and hard as I could into his tight little butt, and still he kept telling me to “hit me harder, dammit! Come on, stud, drive that thing into me like you mean it. FUCK MEEEE!!!!” I did my best to give him the ride of a lifetime, and still he kept urging me on to give him more, more. Suddenly, I felt something give, the pressure on my cockhead reduced, and I knew the condom had broken. “Dammit, the rubber just broke.” “Fuck that, just keep pounding me. I want that dick and I want you to cum in me. Fill me up, stud!” That did it. The combination of the sudden liberated feeling, the intimate stroking of my dick by his guts, the powerful driving force of my fucking, and his slutty voice egging me on, it was more than I could take and my cock suddenly convulsed and erupted inside his ass as he clamped down on me again and again. “Holy shit, that was awesome!” Tired out from my exertion, I was about to pull out, but Hiroshi had other ideas. “No, don’t stop. Keep fucking me with that big stud dick and give me another shot!” Wow. This guy really was insatiable. But I pulled out anyway, tossing away the useless wreck of the condom as I did. I needed a change of position. I lay down on my back with my rigid dick pointing up into the air, and barked, “Get on there and ride me!” He was just as crazy a cowgirl as he was a supine fucktoy. He sat right down on my dick, all the way, and then began heaving up and down on my shaft like a see-saw gone insane. Somehow, he was managing to flex his hole on each stroke, opening it as he plunged down, and then compressing to suck on my meat as he pulled back up. I was quickly learning that these Asian men might be slender but they had muscles made out of piano wire and endurance that made me look like a lazy slug by comparison. Hiroshi fucked himself halfway to heaven on my big hard cock, slamming himself onto it harder and harder until he finally sucked a second load out of me, filling his guts to overflowing, and yanking a huge load out of himself as he came at the same time. It was the first time I’d fucked anyone bareback since Carlo and was absolutely the wildest sex I’d ever had in my life. When I finally recovered my breath, I asked him the foremost question in my mind. “Do you let all the boys cum inside you?” His laconic reply startled me again. “No. And don’t worry, I just got my latest test results and I’m clear.” “Then why…?” “Because you already told me you were cleared after your messy breakup, and that you hadn’t been with anyone since. I wanted to know how it felt.” “And…?” “Amazing. Incredible. One hundred and ten percent. You’re the first man I’ve ever let cum inside me.” Hiroshi and I dated long enough for my mother to notice, even amid her sadness and preoccupation, that I was spending more evenings and nights out than at home. She even asked when she was going to meet my boyfriend, but I just laughed and shook my head. I definitely liked him, but something held me back. It wasn’t just the lingering residue and sour taste from Carlo, either – although I had told Hiroshi all about that. But Hiroshi kept laying so much stress on his strongly traditional family back west, and I smelled trouble. I was right. After we’d been dating for three or four months, he called me one day when I’d barely gotten home from seeing him at the office about an hour earlier. Right away, I could tell he was in distress, and I threw my mother an apology and headed right back out. When I got to his place, he was sitting on the sofa, in a state of shock, holding a tear-stained and half-crumpled letter. He thrust it at me to read, but it was all in Japanese characters. I held him through another burst of tears and then calmed him down enough to read it and translate it for me. In the letter, his father stated that he was suffering from cancer of the bowel, had only a few months to live, and asked Hiroshi to return to Vancouver to look after his mother and younger sister. The letter also asked him to marry “to keep the family name strong.” Once again, I was struck by the parallel, the ways in which his situation looked so much like mine seen in reverse, but now with an extra twist – that his looked like life viewed through the wrong end of a telescope, diminished, distant, like something out of a historic novel. And I knew he would do as his father had asked. The traditional respect for elders ran strong in him. I finally persuaded him to eat something and heated up some soup from his fridge. Then we went to bed, but not for sex. I held him and comforted him as best I could, until he fell asleep. In the morning, we both awoke early. He looked me in the eyes and said, “I’m going to pack tonight, reserve a flight, and leave for Vancouver tomorrow morning. Before I go, Rick, please make love to me. It’s how I want to remember you. Nobody has ever made me feel the way you do. I love you, and I will always love you.” I wanted to cry myself, but I didn’t. That was pointless. I could read the determination etched in his face to do the right thing by his parents and family, and nothing I could say or do would sway him. So, instead, I did as he asked, and for one last time I used my fingers and tongue to make love to every inch of his body -- before I slid inside his beautiful ass and did everything I could to give him the farewell gift he’d asked for, riding him like a maniac one last time and then slurping my cum back out of his ass to share with him in a last round of snowball kisses. I knew in those final moments that I loved him, too, but I couldn’t say it, couldn’t make a cheap attempt to hold him back. If there was one thing that the whole horror show with Carlo had taught me, it was that there were times when I had to put the man I loved ahead of myself in my priorities. After I fucked the cum out of him, and came myself moments later, after I’d shared all that cum with him, I held him close, nuzzling and kissing him as the tears ran down both our faces. Our time together had been short, it had been sweet, and now it was over. I got up, showered, dressed, and left with one final, lingering goodbye kiss. I never saw him again. ******************** Rich closed his computer with a monumental sigh. What was this memoir teaching him about himself? The big lesson was that he could look in the mirror without flinching. He’d made mistakes, as everyone does, but he had learned to make himself live as a fundamentally decent person. If there was anything troubling him about the way his life had unfolded in Alcantara for the last decade, and about his relationship with Tommy, it was the conflict between his actions and his ethics. It was the actions that needed amending. His ethical roots were strong. He looked at the clock. It was too soon for Tommy to be home, but he wanted a drink. Into the kitchen he went, mixing himself a gin and tonic with lime, and then came back to his desk and sipped it, still musing over the life had had lived and what it all meant. As he pondered this, his confidential work phone rang. He picked up. “Hi, Rich, it’s me. I have to make this fast before someone hears me. Listen, we’re in trouble. He’s onto us. Someone ratted. You’d better get a really good cover-your-ass story ready before you see him again.” Then the click as the phone disconnected.

I think I agree with both of you. We went out yesterday night but we didn't sleep together. We talked about 'my" professor (which is the one I'm working with). I told him several things that I don't like about him (I don't think he will tell but the other hand I don't care anymore, I'm fed up with him). He asked me if II'm as close as I am with him with the other professor, I told him that I'm not. Maybe I sense a small fragment of jealousy there. Then I started to be too sincere and I asked him why is he spending time with me. I'm just a physician and he is the head of (a different) department. He's double my age, obviously way wealthier than me and I'm always hearing him talk about politicians that he knows. So I asked him, he could find people that would be more useful than me. He said I shouldn't be thinking like that and that I'm the only guy who can cheer him up when he's sad and that he likes what he sees inside me. He returned the question and I told him that from the first I felt good when I saw him. Then I don't remember how exactly it occured but I told him I love watching his eyes because blue eyes attract me or something like that. He took of his glasses, we came closer. And we did kiss. We stopped several times because he was running out of breath. I do believe that was a first for him he blushed so much. But seconds later he told me that he doesn't know what we just did and he just left. So I'm confused and sad I guess. We haven't messaged since. I felt he needs some time. I also felt like I pushed him? I don't know.

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I lied I got motivated and got it done today Across the shower, I heard Jalen cum inv Mark’s ass while Jamie beat his load into the drain while he finished lapping Jalen’s scrumptious ass. The two black power tops showered and took a moment to drain their cocks on us as we three sub sluts let their piss flow over us and then down the drain. After they left, the three of us showered separately until Mark got a hard on from fingering the loads from his ass. I was still horny. So, I asked him to fuck me under the shower while I sucked off Jamie. Pozzed Cheerleader 8 After we were done in the shower Ty and Jalen were just wrapping up. Ty looked at me and said, “I’ve had both you and your girl on my cock…you were better!” I smiled taking that as a compliment, but I knew his DNA was in me and I could almost bet mine was in him. Just by the law of transfer via Mark and Jamie a part of me was in Jalen too. I knew it was just a matter of time. The rest of the week was pretty much the same when I was not in class or practice. I was cruising one of the many hook-up spots on campus taking some anon cock in the mouth or ass. I lost count of the amount of cock I took that week in new or repeat form from Jalen and Ty to the copious amounts I was getting in the stalls. I knew one thing. I was not missing my ex and according to Ty and Jalen she was not missing me. She was spending an inordinate amount of time at the Alpha house. An all-black frat house on campus, who was known for fucking white girls and even some white bois. We had another home game that Saturday, and I got a call from George to wear the buttplug while I cheered on Saturday and to recruit another guy for Saturday night. There were going to be two new guys there as well as the first 4 that were there and Jamie was bringing Mark. I thought about Jalen since he loved getting his ass eaten so much. I thought it would be an easy conversion. After the game, Jamie and I cornered him in the locker room and got him to agree to show up. We lost again which was becoming the norm for our team. George came down to the field to talk to the coach, but he stopped by Jamie and I. We pointed out the new guys we were bringing. He seemed pleased with our choices. We all showered, stowed our gear and the 4 of us decided to go for a drink before the party. Jamie and I were mum on the details on the party, but assured them they would have a good time. We knocked on the suite door right at the time we were told to. Dan answered the door naked sporting a hefty hard on. Jalen looked at me with a look of “WTF did I get him into”. I just winked, smiled and led him into the suite. George, Dan, Mike and Javon along with two other black guys with some form so biohazard tats on them. I barely caught their names of Ali and Darrel before I had Ali’s 9inch prick in my mouth. George took an immediate liking to Jalen and had him naked with his ass up in the air with George licking and slowly fingering his black ass. I secretly hoped they did not fuck the agressive top out of him. I really enjoyed his red bull can sized cock. Jamie was sucking on Mike and Darrel. While Mark was naked and on the bed with Javon and Dan. Damn, these poz daddies work fast. I had Ali at full staff. He had a thick 9inch dark brown cock. While I was sucking him someone had been fingering my hole. They had two fingers with lube up my ass. Ali got up on the bed and ordered me to get on and ride his cock. I got up to ride him cowboy style with my hands on his sexy muscular chest, but he ordered me to ride him reverse cowboy style. I slid my cunted ass down his long pole. I stared Jalen dead in the eyes. I wanted him to see the pleasure on my face. Javon handed me a little brown bottle of poppers. I took a deep inhale and slowly rode Ali’s massive cock. My cock was rock hard and jutted out in front of me. Jamie was being spit-roasted between Mike and Darrel. Near him was Mark taking cock at each end from Javon and Dan. Jalen was still on the couch, but was grinding on George’s cock. His transformation was going as planned. The room wreaked of sex. The bottle of poppers found their way around to Jalen. He inhaled deep just as George aimed his cock into his hole. Jalen slowly lowered himself onto George’s big dick. He was acting as if he was in a trance. Almost like he was willing to allow himself to be forced down on George’s dong. He could not help himself. He was acting like a wanton slut. I have been there. I am there. All around the room every hole that was to be filled was filled with what I could only assume to be a poz cock. Adding Mark and Jalen to the poz club. I wondered when I was going to convert. I was beyond knowing who my poz daddy was going to be since I have taken so many loads in the last week. Ali flipped me over on my back and pounded his steely rod into me. Growling that he was going to knock me up. He was going to fuck all the bottom sluts in the room tonight, but he wanted me to have his first, his biggest load of the night. It was a 6-day poz load that he had been saving up just for me. He wanted to breed my ass ever since George had pointed me out at the beginning of the season as one of the boys they wanted to convert this year. They thought I would take a little more convincing than it did. They had no idea I was such a faggot slut for cock. I just moaned my approval and begged for his hot load. Jalen was bouncing up and down on George’s cock while his own protruding member leaked his last negative load. Mark was still being double-teamed as was Jamie. Mark and Jamie had been moved to the same bed and all four guys were rotating around the duo taking turns at fucking Mark’s ass then moving over to Jamie’s and then moving to Jamie’s mouth and so on. If they only could have put the duo on a turntable. Ali start pounding me even harder with steady strokes. I could tell he was getting ready to cum. I could even sense George was getting ready to fill Jalen up as well. Jalen was still riding George’s massive prick and George grabbed him pulling him and held him down while his cock exploded into Jalen’s unprotected ass. Jalen, without ever touching his cock exploded coating George’s face and chest. I jerked my cock a little, to prime the pump so to speak, and when Ali sprayed my insided with bad seed. I coated my neck and chest with my load. Ali scooped some up with his free hand and fed it to me then to himself. He pulled his still hard cock free from my loose cunt of an ass, and ordered me to clean him off. I slurped and tongued his cock free of his cum and my ass. He told me to hold it and go kiss Jalen. I was not sure Jalen would go down for that, but an order is an order. Surprisingly, Jalen opened his mouth and took my ass and Ali’s jizz out of my mouth and off of my tongue. Jalen was still impaled on George’s poz cock when George ordered me to clean his cock off as he pulled free from Jalen. I, all too eagerly, did as I was told. On the other bed, Jamie and Mark were being bred and were cleaning the other’s jizz and ass off of their fuckers cocks. After a while, the room died down. We took a moment to hit the bar and grab some food and began to pair off again. Mike took his turn with Jalen and Ali and George were double teaming Mark. That left just me, Darrel and Dan and they had an idea for me, and it was the same one Ali and George had for Mark. Dan laid down on his back and I straddled his cock while Darrel got behind me and started to push into me. They were trying to double-penetrate me and Mark. They soon weren’t trying…they were succeeding. 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Part 2 – The Fleshlight I was far from done. I picked up the piss-tube spewing urine all over the floor, and shoved it back into my whore’s mouth, pulling the mask back over his head as he looked at me with pleading eyes. While his cunt was surely loose at this point, he was going to need some extra help for what I was about to do to him. I rummaged through my bag, eventually pulling out a bottle of poppers with a special-made bottle cap with two separate openings poking out of it. I attach one of the openings to the whore’s breathing tube, and immediately felt the air flowing in and out the other end. Then, I found the screw at the base of the cap, which I slowly start turning, releasing poppers into the tube. I brought the end of the tube to my nostrils and took a deep hit, carefully adjusting the flow of chemical fumes to a rate that would fry the whore’s brain, but not completely knock him out. Getting horny again, I walked over to his hole. It was glorious: puffy, red, and most of all: used. The parts of his ass that weren’t covered in a sheen of sweat had cum hanging off them, sliding down his taint and clumping around his sparsely haired balls, dropping into the piss puddle below. His ass lips looked tired, unable to fully close, but not quite at a resting gape just yet, the beautiful red of his insides fighting against the sphincter – a rosebud just beginning to form. I grabbed my dick, carefully scooping up strangers’ cum as I brought it up to his opening, pushing in just a little, testing out those worn-out pussy lips. No resistance. Perfect. I pulled out, easily replacing my dick with three callused fingers, roughly pulling them in and out as I played with the boy’s prostate, eliciting a muffled moan. This should have been uncomfortable for him at this point, given the abuse he’s already been subjected to, but I guess the steady influx of poppers and chem piss were doing their job. I add in a fourth finger and pushed in deeper, past my knuckles and up to where the thumb meets the palm. This time, there was some resistance, and while the whore still moaned, he also pulled away a little. I watched his pussy lips loosen and tighten around my hand as I twisted it around inside. I teased the whore, gliding my cum-slick fingers along his prostate as I stretched his cunt every which way, hearing him moan, lightly rocking himself back-and-forth into my hand. I continued like this for a while, leading him closer and closer to orgasm. Soon he was panting like a bitch in heat, and I smiled knowing that the quicker and more deeply he breathes, the more those poppers would be frying his useless brain. Just as well. Better for him to be as fucked up as possible for what was coming next. With a sadistic smirk, I added my thumb to the next onslaught of his cunt, meeting the last bits of resistance the whore had to offer. I could hear his groans take on an air of pained urgency as he tried to pull his ass forward, away from my advancing fist. But it was no use. With his hands and knees shackled to the floor, the whore yelped and screamed into his gag until something in his sphincter just gave way, and my whole hand slipped through, engulfed by his newly forming pussy lips. His yelling was punctuated by deep breaths, each imbued with a potent haze of poppers, steadily relaxing him a little more into the fist lodged inside his guts. Not wanting him to get accustomed too quickly, I slowly plowed forward, pushing deeper and deeper into his insides with every squeal escaping the battered whore. Again, I met with resistance, but instead of pushing further, I pulled back – I wanted that bend in his colon to stay exactly where it was. Or at least where my dick left it. Continuing my retreat, I dragged the many loads coating his intestines out with my fist, leaving behind a gaping, creampie of a mess. Again, I dove in, meeting less resistance. I couldn’t tell if his sphincter was finally busted from all the abuse, or relaxed from the poppers frying his brain, but I knew I wouldn’t stop until his gape was permanent and his brain a pile of incoherent mush. I continued to fist him, harder, faster, punchfucking his weakening hole until the whore moaned and groaned with every insertion. But I never went deeper. Always I would pause at that bend in his colon, keeping another piece of him intact to later break and torture. The whore’s moans soon followed the predictable rhythm of my fist breaching his hole, and he started swaying back-and-forth, impaling himself on my arm. With my other hand, I reached underneath his stomach, finding the whore hard and leaking. Surprised the bitch could even get hard after all the chem piss and drugs he’d been force fed, I continued my onslaught of his guts, while his movements caused the whore to jerk himself on my hand. I increased my tempo, hearing his breathing become heavier, more labored, flooding his brain with poppers, with his dick getting harder and harder in my hand. Soon, I was standing still, watching this bitch in heat fuck himself on my forearm, greedily huffing in the fuck fumes killing off any rational thought. Then, just as he stuck himself as deep on my arm as he could go, he started cumming, his body shaking with every throb of his dick, emptying himself into my waiting hand. I waited for him to finish before pulling my forearm from his hole, and reached once more into my bag of supplies, fishing out a giant butt plug of ungodly girth – another toy I had special-made for an occasion such as this. Longer than my dick, and thicker still, even at its thinnest near the base, this butt plug doubled over as a fleshlight, perfect for loose cunts stretched beyond recognition, since it could still accommodate just about any cock around. And to top it off, a metallic spike at the tip. This bitch was about to have his insides shredded! I coated the butt plug with the whore’s worthless load and slowly began the insertion, ignoring the exhausted screams emanating from behind the mask. The truth is I wanted the whore to cum just before this part. Not to give him any pleasure, but to make sure this part was as uncomfortable as possible. I wanted him to be drained of all enjoyment, and his wrecked prostate to be completely worn out as his insides get packed with a log-sized toy. As it got near the bend in his colon, his screams intensified in urgency, probably due to the spike scraping along his insides. Soon, we were near the end, and with one final, painful push, I jammed the whole thing in there, his sphincter enclosing around the base, his real pussy showcase the fake one filling it. I got up to remove the poppers from the whore’s breathing tube, and not even 10 seconds passed before a cock found its way into the fleshlight, each thrust causing the toy to roughly scrape away at the whore’s intestines. As soon as the poppers were removed, the breathing tube was immediately filled with thick, white clouds. The whore just couldn’t get a break. I left him like that for a while, letting my dick rise as I watched him get stabbed repeatedly with every fucker that forced his way into the fleshlight, knowing the night would soon come to an end. Then, taking a few final hits of the poppers myself, I removed the whore’s mask once again and reattached the mouth spreader, fucking the piss out of him a second time. I let others have a go at his mouth as I started packing up the mask, waiting until the guy using the whore’s fake cunt finished dumping his load to pull the monster of a butt plug out, anxious to see if his insides would be pulled out with it. For a second, it seemed likely, with his distended, puffy ass lips dragging along the surface of the black toy, but once I pulled it out, they simply fell back into place, looser than ever before. No prolapse. I nevertheless decided to be satisfied with the impressive gape that was left behind: his hole was bathed in frothy white cum, covered with bloody streaks of pink from getting internally impaled over and over. I sunk my fist in him one last time, enjoying the total lack of resistance and hearing him utter a low moan halfway between pleasure and pain as my forearm easily slid into his velvety tender insides. “Alright guys, wrap it up! This bitch is done for the night!” I announced to the room when I pulled my arm out. I removed the fleshlight lining from inside the plug, dropping the outer layer into my bag and bringing the fleshlight with me. Again, I waited for the person using him to finish cumming, this time in his mouth. When he pulled out, I lifted my whore’s face, mouth spreader still attached, and started pouring the contents of the fleshlight into his mouth, watching the white spunk disappear down his throat. I removed the mouth spreader, then his wrist and ankle restraints, letting the whore just collapse on the floor as I packed them away with the rest of my things. Fleshlight still in hand, I turned the whore over with a kick, and squeezed the remaining dregs of cum onto his wounds – the cuts and scrapes on his hands and knees from rocking back-and-forth on the concrete floor – before grabbing the rest of my things and carrying the whore out. The bitch needed a break, and I needed time to come up with new ways to abuse his hole.

A man just walked out of my hotel room not five minutes ago. He had fucked me for - I shit you not - three hours nonstop. As in, without a break in the action. He had a cock that was a full 8.5 inches (real inches, not internet inches) and it stayed hard the entire time. He was 75 years old. He was very pleased that I was able to take his cock for the whole time without tapping out. Apparently that’s a recurring problem he has, finding bottoms who can go toe-to-toe with him. The next twentysomething who wants to talk to me about men who are too old for sex is going to have to fuck me for three straight hours first if he expects me to pay any attention.

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Peter was quiet the rest of the night and most of the day. We both took a rest of getting fucked so we could be ready for the cops tonight. Most of the day we just laid out by the pool in the hot sun, soaking up the rays and enjoying the water. I did get Peter to laugh a bit, sadly it was my own expense. As the sun fell behind the mountains, we went into the hotel room to pre-pare for the night festivities. I was in the shower, wand up my hole when I heard Peter yell from out side the door: “Is my dick tiny” “What” I said back acting like I couldn’t hear him “Is my dick tiny” “Fuck Peter is that still an issue” I said, “No dumb ass it’s not tiny. He only said that to show dominance over you” “You think” “I know” I said smiling, “now put that out of your mind and get ready for tonight” “Okay” he said I was hoping that this put the “tiny dick” issue to rest once and for all. Time flew by and we were soon out in the car, driving through Palm Springs, windows down and a warm breeze flowing in. I lifted my ass and pulled off my shorts. I was now naked from the waist down, with just shoes on my feet with a tank covering my upper body. Peter’s eyes got big seeing me so open. “Ready for anything” I said, “plus no one could see in” Peter stopped at a red light and did the same, exposing his cock. I reached over and gave it a light stroke, causing it to instantly get hard. Once we were moving again, I undid my seat belt and leaned over, taking Peter’s cock into my mouth. He turned down a darken road and slowed down. “That’s it fucker, suck my big cock” he said. I slid my lips further down his shaft until my nose was in his hairy crotch. I held his cock in my throat. He put one arm on the back of my head and held it there. “Car” I pulled off just a little to breath as I watched the inside of the car light up. I heard the car slow and then stop. “Fuck buddy, his mouth any good” “Hot and wet, but his ass is better” Peter said, sliding his finger along my crack and around my hole. “Follow me” the stranger said, “I know a place” Still on Peter’s hard cock, which now was leaking pre-cum, we followed the stranger’s car. We soon parked in a dark area, hidden from any roads and passing traffic. “Stay on my cock and don’t look up” Peter ordered I heard a door slam, then my door open. I felt hands on my ass, rubbing and exploring my hole. The finger stabbed at my hole, causing a bit of pain. “Condom or bareback” the stranger asked. “Your choice” Peter said, “But you should know he’s a chaser” At that point my ass was pulled closer to the opening of the door. I repositioned myself to where I was on my knees, but my face was still in Peter’s crotch, cock sliding in and out of my hole. The stranger spit on my hole. I jumped a little when it hit, but it wasn’t long until I felt his cock head pushing at my hole. I pushed my hole out and felt the head pop in. The stranger slid his cock into my with one push, driving it deep into my hole. “Fuuucccckkk” he said as his cock hit bottom. In no time he was pulling out and driving back in, in long deep strokes. I could feel his veiny cock shaft slide against my hole as it moved back and forth into and out of my fuck hole. I moaned, dropping Peter’s cock out of my mouth. “Fuck that cock feels good” I said. He was picking up speed, pulling out fast and then driving in faster and harder. I shifted my weight to my arms and hands, bracing myself when he drove into my hole. Peter was holding his cock at the base and slowly squeezing it. I started to lick the head of his cock, tasting the pre-cum oozing from his piss slit. There was a quick sound of a siren and then the flashing of red lights, lighting up the car and everything around, drowning out the darkness. The man fucking me quickly pulled out, leaving me open and empty. “What the fuck is going on here” a voice said. “Officer I can explain” the stranger who was fucking me said. “I know what I saw faggot” the officer said, “I saw you with your cock up his ass” Peter was trying to find his shorts that were somewhere on the floor, he was panicking. I just stayed the way I was, face in his crotch and ass at the door. “Please Officer” “Please what” “Please let me go” the man pleaded “Did you finish?” “What” “Did you finish, you know pump a load up his fuck hole,” the cop asked, “In other words, did you breed this faggot” I recognized the voice and slide my mouth over Peter’s cock slowly sucking it down. He was surprised that I was doing this and was fighting me. “No Sir” “Well, then drop your shorts, get that cock hard and fuck that faggot until you breed him” I think the man was a bit shocked, but I soon felt his fingers on my hole again. He pushed them in and out, fingering my hole. I wanted to look but still wanted this fuck to be completely anon. “Nice cock” the cop said. He soon was forcing his cock into my hole again, sliding in deep. “That’s it, long dick that faggot’s ass” The man was pumping his cock in and out at a fast pace, as if he was trying to cum as fast as he could. “Slow down buddy, enjoy that fuck hole” the cop said. “Yes sir” the man said. His thrusts slowed, but he was still long dicking my fuck hole. “Bet he’s a death seeking faggot” the cop said. “Yeah, the driver said he was a chaser” “All faggots are” “I got a high viral load of poz cum to give him” “Sounds like an attempted murder is in progress” “Soon fucker,” the man fucking me said, “so very soon” My cock was now hard as a rock and bouncing with each thrust of the cock inside my hole. Pre-cum was oozing out and puddling on the seat between my legs. The stranger had grabbed my hips and was fucking me harder and faster. “Do it fucker, shoot that toxic load of seed up his faggot hole” the cop said loudly “Oh fuck here it comes” the stranger yelled. He slammed his cock deep in my hole, as I felt it pulse and shoot. I could feel the cum shoot out and hit the walls of my hole. “Fill him up” the cop said. “Damn I needed that” the stranger said. “Good, now pull your cock out, get your shorts up and get the fuck out of here before I charge you with a crime” the cop said. I don’t think 30 seconds had past before the man drove off. “Now what the fuck am I going to do with the two of you” the cop said. “Fuck us like you did last night” I replied quickly with out thinking. “Partner and I are off duty in about an hour, here’s our address” he said tossing a card at me, “be there in two hours” “Sounds like a fuck fest to me” I said. The cop got in his car and pulled away, red light slowly fading leaving us in the dark. Peter’s cock was still hard standing straight up. Looking straight in his eyes, I said: “Get the fuck out and fuck a load in my hole” Peter quickly got out and ran around the front of the car, cock bouncing the whole time. I felt his wet tongue licking my hole as his hands spread open my ass cheeks. I moaned loudly as he flicked his tongue in and out of my hole. “Fuck” he said, “the man’s load is leaking out and taste fucking great” “Swallow those swimming sperms” Peter sucked hard against my hole as his tongue opened it up. He soon pulled off my hole and positioned his cock head against it. Grabbing my hips tight he rammed his cock into my hole, driving balls deep in one thrust. “Fuck Peter, take it easy, your cock is pumped up thick” “Sorry babe, just so turned on” He was pumping his cock in and out faster and faster. I could feel his balls bouncing against my own. Peter’s cock was thickening and getting harder with each thrust. “Can’t hold it back much longer babe” he said. “Cum in me, breed me, infect me” I said loudly. He rammed in and his cum exploded in my hole. His breathing was very fast and his grip on my hips were beginning to hurt. His nails were driving into my skin, deep and sharply. I was a bit afraid he was going to pass out. But he soon released his grip and popped out of my hole. As he moved around of the front of the car, back towards the driver side, his plump cock was still drooling cum from the piss slit. “I fucking needed that” he said climbing in. I bent over and wrapped my lips around that spent cock, sucking and licking the cum from it, moaning as I did. “We have some time to kill before going to the cop’s house, what do you want to do” “Get you some cum up your hole Peter” I replied.

Peter’s facial expression was a look of horror. I got out and walked to the back of the car where the cop was standing. Peter slowly got out and joined us, looking at the ground the whole time. “This the boyfriend” the cop asked me. “Yes Sir” “You’re the boyfriend that is intentionally having poz men fuck him” he said pointing at me. Peter just nodded. “Look at me you worthless piece of shit and answer me” Peter looked up and his face was white as a sheet. “Yes” “Yes what?” the cop asked. “I have been having poz men fuck his hole trying to get his converted” Peter said timidly. “Did he tell you I fucked him” “Yes” “Did he tell you I have full blown AIDS and shot that up his sloppy hole” “Yes” “Did it make your cock hard knowing that” “Yes” “Fuck you are twisted” the cop said. Peter remained silent, hands to his side. My cock was slowly getting hard in my shorts, I knew that there was no way hiding it. It was slowly emerging out one of my legs. “You’re just as twisted as your boyfriend” the cop said to me noticing my hard cock. “Yes Sir” I said, no denying that I was turned on by getting fucked by poz men. “Both of you assume the position” the cop said, “NOW” I turned and put my hands on the trunk of the car and spread my legs, keeping my head facing forward staring into the major intersection in front of us. Peter lazily did the same, but kept turning back to look to see what the cop was doing. “Eyes forward faggot and leave them there” the cop ordered, “if you know what’s good for you” I could hear the cop moving a bit. “Unit 159 to dispatch” “Dispatch, go ahead” “Requesting back up, have a 647 and 647b” “10-4 Unit 159, sending back up” “If Unit 163 is available, send it” “10 -4” I took a peak over at Peter and he was sweating bullets. His face had no color and I thought he was going to pass out. The cop moved up behind Peter and started to pat him down. He ran his hands across his shoulders and down his arms, then quickly moved under them into his pits and down his sides. I could see out of the corner of my eye his hand move on Peter’s chest. Peter was scared shitless. Sirens in the distance caught my attention as the cop continued to frisk Peter. Running his hands around his waist band of his shorts. “Anything sharp in your pockets, you crying pussy” he asked Peter. “Only my car keys” Peter responded. The cop grabbed Peters shorts and underwear and yanked them down to his ankles. He placed his shiny boot on then between his feet. “Step out of them” he ordered Peter. Peter pulled his shoed feet out of them and the cop kicked them a little under the car. “No wonder you have other men fuck your boyfriend, I doubt that he could feel that little cock in his hole” the cop said laughing and pointing at Peter’s cock. “Not even a fucking man’s cock, fuck it’s not even a boy’s cock, it’s more like an infant’s cock” the cop said. Peter’s face was turning red from embarrassment. “I know you are clean, get those shorts off, faggot” he ordered me I quickly stripped them off and joined Peter standing there in just shoes and socks, only my cock was hard and already l leaking. Peter’s cock was still soft and looked as if it was retreating inwards, making it smaller and smaller. I could now see the lights of the cop car approaching. “You’re twisted” he said pointing to my hard cock. I just nodded. “You’re enjoying me belittling your boyfriend, it turns you on to have him humiliated” Again I nodded. It was then the back up arrived, parking right in front of our car. “What do you have there Diego?” the new cop asked. “Two faggots! This one” Diego said, slapping Peter’s ass, “Sent his boyfriend out to prostitute his ass for poz loads after he had some poz men fuck him all day” “Twisted” the new cop said grabbing his crotch. “He’s one sloppy fuck too, David” Diego said. “Pumped your AIDS into him, then” “Got to make sure I ‘serve the community’ and his hole was willing” The two cops were now behind use, rubbing their hands over our asses. Peter jumped when Diego’s hand met his cheeks. David’s hand was more than just rubbing my cheeks, he was opening them and sliding his fingers into my crack and teasing my hole. “Want my AIDS cum in your asshole” David asked me. “YES SIR” I said “Eager faggot” David said. I hear him lowering his zipper. I could see in my mind’s eye him pulling his cock out and stroking it a bit. “Got lube” he asked me laughing. Before I could answer he rammed his hard thick cock into my hole. It went in with ease and was balls deep before I knew it. “Damn this hole is sloppy” David said, “I can feel the loads inside” Diego had pulled his uncut cock out and was rubbing it up and down Peter’s crack. “Any loads in here bitch?” “C-C-Couple” Peter said. I watched from the corner of my eye, Diego line his cock up and push it in to Peter, in one long thrust. Peter held back a scream. “Scream for me bitch” Diego said. He pulled out and rammed back into Peter’s hole. Peter this time screamed out into the night. David was steadily fucking my hole with is cock as Diego pulled out again and rammed into Peter a third time. Peter was bracing himself for this rough almost rape fucking. Diego soon stopped and started to take long hard thrusts in and out of his hole, yet not pulling out completely. Peter was having to brace himself to keep from being thrusted into the trunk of the car. “I got an AIDS load to add to Diego’s” David said. “Fuck yeah” I replied. “You want my AIDS, faggot boyfriend” Diego asked Peter. “Yes Sir” he replied meekly. “Damn such a pussy” David said about Peter. “Hole’s not bad” Diego said, “No dick, but good hole” I watched cars drive through the intersection in front of us, glad we were hidden by the cars, but to our left there was no cover. Cars would slow down and watch for a bit, only to be flagged on by the cops. “Fuck those faggots” and “breed those hole” and more was yelled from passing cars. Cars were making the block just to see us getting fucked again. It was late so it was only two or three cars that were doing this. The cops just flagged them on and continued to fuck our holes. David’s cock was hard as steel the whole time and I wondered if he was close, but just edging it trying to keep himself from shooting deep in my hole. Diego was tearing Peter’s ass up. He had grabbed onto his hips and was rough fucking him, almost as if he hated him. “Dispatch to Unit 159, situation update” “Unit 159, deep into the situation at moment” “10-4” David started to fuck me harder and harder. Pumping his cock into my cum filled hole. His belt buckle hitting my ass as he thrusted in. “Ready for another AIDS load, bitch” he asked me. “Fuck yeah” “Tighten up here is comes” I squeezed my hole around his hard thick cock as he rammed it deep into me, pressing his buckle into my skin. His cock pulsed as his thick load shot deep into me, adding more AIDS viruses into my hole. My own cock shot off, cum hitting the truck of the car, streaking it with thick white globs. “Fuck I needed that” David said. He pulled out and spun me around, pushing me to down until I was face to face with is softening cock. I took it into my mouth and licked and sucked it clean. I could taste cum but didn’t know if I was tasting him or the multiple loads already up my fuck hole. He shifted and started kissing Diego, sticking his tongue into his mouth. As he released the kiss, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and stuffed it back into his uniform pants. “Fucking hot Diego, see you at home later. I want that furry brown ass on my cock” David said. “Fuck yeah babe, it’s yours” Diego replied. Peter was still being fucked hard and long. I got down under him and started to run my tongue along Diego’s cock as it thrusted in and out of Peter’s hole. I grabbed his cock and balls and started to pull them down. “Keep licking faggot, going to give your boyfriend my AIDS strain soon” I kept my tongue moving on Diego’s cock, tasting cum and Peter’s ass. “You want my strain asshole?” “yes” “I can’t hear you tiny dick” “YES” “Here you go” Diego slammed his cock deep into Peter’s hole. My tongue stuck between them, feeling the cock pulse as Diego’s load pumped into Peter’s hole. Diego grunted with each pulse. He grabbed Peter’s hair and pulled him up to a stand position. “You’re a good little dick faggot” he said, “now get down and clean my cock” Peter pulled off his cock and dropped down to his knees, taking Diego’s brown uncut cock into his mouth. I watched him eagerly suck and lick the cum and ass juice off the cock. I reached under and grabbed our clothes. “Now get your asses off my streets” Diego said. He put his cock away and headed to his car door, pausing and saying. “I patrol this area again tomorrow night, if you want more of my AIDS strain” We got in the car quickly, not even getting dressed and looked at one another. “I want more” I said, “we are going to come here tomorrow night” All Peter said was “I don’t have a tiny dick”

Still in a daze, I jumped on his back, clean or not I was going to fuck one of my last negative loads into him right now. I didn’t care. “You get to get every load I pump out from now until I test poz, you hear me fucker” “Yes Sir.” I didn’t lube his ass or my cock. I was going in dry and I was going in fast. I lined my cock up with his hole. I could feel the heat coming off it. He was motionless under me. I began to push hard against his hole and it was not opening. I slapped the side of his hip twice and it gave up a little resistance, allowing me to pop the head in. Peter screamed a little. I grabbed a pillow with one hand and pulled his head up with his hair and forced the pillow under him. I continued to push my cock in his hole. I forced his face into the pillow. “Scream in that you fucking wimp” I said. I pushed harder into his dry hole, my dick moved quickly and hit bottom. I felt him struggle as he screamed louder into the pillow. I didn’t give him time to get use to me. I didn’t have much time, I was sure he had another person lined up for my hole. I began to fuck his hole hard and fast, slapping his hip as I did. He was screaming a lot less but still screaming from the pain. His hole didn’t feel as good as it usually did but I didn’t care I wanted him to hurt. I slammed my cock into him and shot my load. “One less neg load in me fucker” I said pulling out of him. My cock was pretty clean except for a few bright pink spots on my shaft, a mixture of cum and blood. “Go clean up fucker” Peter jumped off the bed and went into the bath room, just as his phone went off again. It was another text message. The guy would be here in fifteen minutes to poz my hole. “Next poz fucker will be here in 15” I yelled to Peter in the bathroom. He came out still wiping his ass with a wet cloth. He looked hurt and confused. “Fuck baby that’s a side I have never seen” he said to me. “You deserved it with what you did to me” “I fucking love it” he said smiling. “Piss me off again and it will come out” I went over to him and put my arms around him, hugging him tight. I stared right into his eyes. “Thank you Peter, this is going to be a great vacation” I said. I kissed him hard and deep as his phone went off again. I was hoping it was the next man saying he was hear early as we continued to kiss.

Personally at the age of 12 i was a totally internet slut, id hook up with older guys daily before they closed down yahoo user rooms and msn chatrooms. Range was 30-50s and all bare. Tho still neg so go figure LOL.