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Part 5 "How's my little bug chaser doing? Feeling ok? We skipped Tuesday's dose... I guess we'll have to start all over again" Jerry said as Tom sucked on his dick. Jerry winked at me when I pulled my shirt up, showing him the last bits of rash on my stomach. Saturday was a repeat of the week before. I was amazed at how much cum my body could shoot. I did some role play on a few fucks, making him beg for my toxic load. I hoped that Saturday marked the day I was no longer shooting blanks and the countdown had begun before Tom was converting like I just had. Jerry moved to a Monday/Wednesday/Friday breeding schedule from Tuesday/Friday. Mine was seven days a week. Our sex had the energy it did back when we first met, but a week later I could tell that Tom was getting restless. "I know that I agreed with you, Patrick and Dennis that I should know who the guy that pozzed me is, but I'm wondering if Jerry is that potent or even poz" Tom said after Sunday morning's fuck. "Give it a little more time. You heard Dennis tell you about his nephew's friend and that it took over two months for him to convert" I said. I prayed that my newly minted bug would get him a lot sooner. Hoping to drag him a little longer, I added "Only a month til our anniversary. Hopefully you'll get a big gift." I watched Tom smile. He kissed me and said "I can't believe you didn't dump me when you found out I wanted to get pozzed. Thanks for being so supportive" Tom said. "You're welcome but you should thank Dennis too. He's the one that explained a lot of stuff to me. He really hated seeing us falling apart and told me I needed to encourage you" I told him. My cock pushed back into his wet hole and I gave him a slow sensuous fuck for the next forty five minutes. "Are you going to keep fucking me bare after I convert? Or are you going to stop until I'm undetectable?" Tom asked as we laid there with another load in his ass. "I doubt I could wait that long. Dennis did say it was really hot fucking a guy that was converting. I'll keep fucking your poz ass just like I have your neg one" I replied. He waited a minute and looked back at me. There was a twinkle in his eye and he asked "I heard some bottom guys get the urge to top once they convert. I'd like to try fucking you when I'm poz. OK?" I chuckled and replied "We'll see." Tom had never topped me in all the years we had been together. I may have swallowed hundreds of his loads, but I don't consider that bottoming. Immediately I knew that he wanted to charge me up so we'd be toxic together. If I had doubted Dennis' plan before, I didn't any more. When Jerry showed up on Monday night I left the two of them in the living room and wandered back to the bedroom to surf. It had gotten boring watching them and Tom said he was doing just enough to get the load. The next two nights when Jerry showed up were the same and I fucked Dennis at his place instead of watching lame sex. The weekend was when it was fun. Tom and I fucked half of Saturday and then hit the stores to replenish the house. I almost dragged him to the bathroom at the grocery store to fuck another load in his ass, but it was busy. The guys that came out were laughing and unfortunately there were a couple more in front of us so instead of waiting for someone else have a quickie, we just finished shopping and went home. Actually, we went home and fucked like rabbits. I'm sure the ice cream had started to melt, since we only got a few things put away before I had him bent over the counter forcing my bare cock back into his hole. Jerry was getting as bored as Tom was. Monday's fuck was quick and he was heading out the door fifteen minutes after he arrived. At least he gave me a nice lubed hole to drop my charged load into. There was so much cum on my bush and running down our legs, I think I forced all of his useless cum out and replaced it with my more potent seed. When I got home from work Wednesday, Tom was laying on the couch. The pained moans coming from his mouth made me grin briefly until I knelt down next to him. I remembered all of the things that I felt when I converted and it appeared he was now experiencing them. Dennis looked after me those first two days and I did the same for Tom. When Jerry showed up at eight, he took one look at Tom and said "My work is done. Be sure to share" and left. Normally, I hate feeling a body next to me in bed radiating enough heat to melt glass, but that night it turned me on. The last thing he needed was sex, yet I wanted to feel my cock plowing into his fevered hole. I wondered if Dennis enjoyed fucking me while I converted as much as I did fucking Tom. I took the next two days off to take care of him. He took longer to recover than I did and I probably didn't help him by fucking him a couple times a day and wearing him out. "Thanks for sticking by me. I guess this isn't gonna scare you away" he said Saturday evening, hugging me tight before he passed out again. I wondered how I was going to tell him that I was the one that pozzed him and that Jerry was just a ruse. Sunday he looked a little better but it took until Tuesday night where he was close to his normal self. "I heard it could be bad or I might never know when I converted, but that royally sucked. I guess I need to go and find out for sure, but from the stories I've heard I'm probably poz now. I'll understand if you want to find a more compatible partner" The sex that night was the most passionate we had ever had. I came three times in him. I showed up after work the next day with two of the drug store HIV tests, knowing they would probably tell us we were negative. He really looked disappointed when they did. We were back at hard, rutting sex that night where I told him "I'm gonna fuck the last neg load out of your dick!" He complimented me on my role play later, but was really depressed. I had hoped that it would spur some more nasty role play, but it did the opposite. The next few days, got him another load or two and he slowly got more involved. Sunday night, after a weekend of mostly sex, he said "I guess I need to find another guy to charge me up. Do you mind if I invite some guys over? I talked with a few online that said that they're so fucking toxic that one load will do it." "No, not at all. I find it really hot to watch you get bred by other guys before I fuck you too. But..." I told him, stopping mid-sentence. He looked back at me, waiting for me to continue. "I think instead we should go to the clinic and get a real test first. I heard the over the counter ones are only accurate a few months after you've converted" I said. He sighed and replied "OK." We hit the clinic in the neighborhood the next day. I'm pretty sure I wanted to fuck every guy there. Patients, nurses, the receptionist and the doctor. We both got poked, prodded, fingered, and drained of a few vials of blood. Everyone was professional and it was about as clinical as it gets and yet my dick was hard the entire time. Even the doctor made a comment about it. "I guess that works fine" he said, chuckling. Tom wasn't as excited and we went home to wait for our next appointment. The next couple days were hard and his libido had cratered. Tom's attitude was very different on our ride back home on Wednesday after we got the results of the more accurate test. He had gotten the news about the same time I did, just in different exam rooms. While I had assumed that the horrible flu was the definitive indication that I was no longer neg, Tom was the pessimist. He had gone through the roller coaster of emotions that almost destroyed our relationship and wasn't going to leap to any conclusions. My trick of giving him the OTC test had backfired and convinced him he was still neg after dealing with almost a month of Jerry's and my loads. He was so engrossed in finding out he really was poz that he never asked me what my results were. The moment we got back to the apartment, he was ripping off his clothes and pushing me towards the bedroom. I had never seen him that aggressive and never wanting to be the top. His prep consisted of four gobs of spit and less than a minute of fingering my once again tight hole. His dick followed almost right away and it hurt. Tom wasn't a good top and he rushed so fast to fuck me, he made it even worse. While I was in pain, I didn't put up any resistance. In less than ten minutes I got his first load. He kept fucking and his dick never got soft. I knew he was planning on trying to poz me that day and it turned me on a lot more than I expected. A second before he pumped his third load in, I cried out "Breed that poz ass!" He thrust in deep, unloaded and then asked "What did you say? You're poz too? How?" I laughed and laid there, feeling his viral cum and cock in my ass.

On Tuesday, I got a motel room and waited blindfolded and ass up. I posted on every site and app I use - BBRTS, Grindr, Sniffies, hell even Doublelist and Twitter. I started at lunch time and went until 5:00. Would have stayed later but I had an appointment to get to. What a day! My previous record was 10 loads in one day, but on Tuesday I smashed that with a new total of 15! It was such a rush every time a new, unfamiliar cock slid deep into my hole and released a big load. But the most memorable was #11, a guy who told me afterward that he's been hitting me up on Grindr for months and we just haven't been able to make it work so we could meet. When he first arrived, he didn't say anything. He might have been wearing shorts or sweats because I didn't even hear a zipper. But I knew I was in for a royal fucking when he started slapping his dick on my ass, then sliding the head up and down my slick crack. The head was huge so I took a few big hits from my brown bottle before I felt the tip stop at my well-used hole and begin to push in. It has been a LONG time since my insides were stretched that much. My hole is used enough at this point that most cocks slide in with relative ease, and if I want to give my top an extra thrill I can squeeze tight around his shaft, letting him feel the full luxury of my velvet grip. But with this guy, there was no squeezing. My hole was stretched to its utmost. This guy knew he was big, so he started slowly, inserting and then removing the tip. Slowly he worked it deeper, a little more with each gentle thrust until at last I felt his thighs against mine. He was balls-deep and it felt AMAZING. He rocked his hips back and forth, sliding out and in, gradually increasing the length of his strokes to let me get fully used to that giant piece of pipe. When he was confident that I was ready, he repositioned himself behind me and began an all-out assault on my hole. His hips slapped against my ass as he drove that cock deep into my guts, hitting my prostate with each thrust. I could feel the precum oozing from my own dick as he pounded me relentlessly, and I felt a wetness dripping down my balls as well. The assault on my hole continued for what seemed an eternity. I have never tapped out before but I was on the verge when he finally announced, "I'm gonna cum." I gritted my teeth and steeled myself for a few more thrusts as he gasped and went still, pumping his load deeper inside me than anyone else that day. At last he withdrew. I lay there motionless, recovering from the pounding I had taken. He quietly got dressed, thanked me, and headed for the door. Once it closed behind him I took the blindfold off and felt my ass. It was still gaped open and my balls were slick. Looking down at the sheets on the bed I realized that he dug me out - the other 10 loads I had taken had been forced out, running down my balls and onto the bed (and the carpet below). I had a brief respite, a period of about 15 minutes before anyone else showed up. When they did, I was rested and able to continue taking loads - 4 more before I finished my day. All in all, an epic day that I won't soon forget.

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 53 - The Monthly Film Club By morning Alex woke up with Tom shifting and getting out of bed to sneak back to his room, he kissed them both and Max mumbled rolling over on to his stomach. Alex and Tom giggled, he was so tempted but he had to get showered and dressed. Saturday was set to be a busy day with the royal family attending the theatre for a new premier this evening. Tom left the room and bumped in to Mateo who has bringing coffee in. "Morning, how was your date?" Tom asked whilst rearranging his cock in his shorts. Mateo smiled "Nice, had a lovely time" he replied, "I think your night was good?" he asked. Tom smiled "Better than I expected" he replied. Mateo nodded "Tom. It not make things difficult with us?" he asked looking concerned. "Not at all Mateo. I really hope he is the one for you" Tom said kissing him on the cheek. Mateo smiled "I tell him I want sex with you sometimes" he added with a grin. "Oh! And what did he say?" Tom asked curiously. Mateo winked "He say as long as he can have you too" he replied. Tom smiled "Better take their coffee in Mateo. Alex is awake but I knackered Max out". Mateo chuckled and walked on "I bet you did!" he replied knocking on the door. "Morning Mateo" Alex said greeting him sitting up in bed. "Your royal highness, sir" he said bowing, "Good Morning" he replied having a quick gossip about his date. Max was awake by the time he left "They were asking after you again yesterday" Alex said. "Who was?" Max asked nursing his coffee in both hands with a smile on his face. "Everyone who I met" Alex responded, "They were really hoping you would have been there as well". Max chuckled and looked at him "Is that what you want?" he asked. Alex nodded "Will you think about it. I really like it when you are with me. The power team" he explained. Max smiled and kissed him "If that is what the prince commands then I shall obey" he replied. Alex glared at him "I am kidding Alex. You know I will always be at your side" Max said. "What is on your mind?" Alex suddenly asked looking at Max, "You look distracted". Max shrugged "The governor wants me to take on chairmanship of the MTA Club" he said. Alex screwed his face up "Oh dear!" he said, "Great tennis club and stadium" he added. Max now looked concerningly at him "What was the oh dear about?" he asked. "They try to make it international but it never succeeds" Alex replied looking worried, "Wrong people in charge". "Well I am good at getting sponsorship" Max said confidently and not put off, "I like tennis!". Alex laughed then stopped "Hang on, when did you see the governor?" he now asked. Max drank his coffee "Don't be so nosey" he replied, "I am quite important now" he said giggling. "Is that so!" Alex said smirking, "Put your cup down!" he said putting his down. "No" Max replied grinning, "Make me!". Alex shrugged then slowly slid under the duvet "Holy fuck!" Max exclaimed. The muffled voice of Alex under could just about be heard "I did warn you". He managed to put his cup down without spilling any coffee "Come on prince suck it!" he moaned. Max walked out of the shower drying himself with Alex sat there dressed watching him. He had the biggest smile on his face thanks to Alex and he walked over and kissed him passionately. "I love you Alex!" Max said in a very soppy voice to which Alex chuckled. "Good! I love you too" he replied, "Breakfast then ride out to find Gareth" Alex suggested. Max and Alex went out in the spring air horse riding around the grounds until they came across Gareth who was being driven around in the golf buggy by the king discussing changes to some of the gardens. Max dismounted clumsily as usual, he was still not use to getting off the horse and clung on for dear life giggling away whilst Alex pulled a flask of coffee out of the saddle pouch. Max retrieved the paper cups from his pouch and strolled over to them having an impromptu coffee break with the king and Gareth. By early evening the family were all ready and on their way through the palace to the two waiting royal cars, protection officers in tow they were all dressed in evening wear for the ballet premier of Swan Lake. Max was now co-patron of arts and culture along side the dowager queen and they were the guests of honour this evening. The dowager queen made no mistake in telling Max that he would take over as full patron eventually. Outside the theatre the news crews and press were all ready and waiting along with a substantial crowd hoping to get a glimpse of Max who since birthday celebration had not really been seen out and about with Alex in the capital. The cars turned off the plaza and drove along the street to the theatre to the cheering crowd that was waiting outside. The king and queens car behind the first royal car, as is tradition they arrive last. The door was opened by Franco and Alden stepped out followed by Alex then Max, the sound of the cheer went up a notch as Max appeared and he turned to wave. He took Alex's hand and crowed cheered louder. Last was the dowager queen who exited the car and was accompanied by Alden inside the theatre. The king and queen arrived, she like the dowager queen was dressed in a Joshua Franks designer gown, the news had been leaked earlier by the palace PR team reinforcing their royal connection to the designer. They waited outside the box for the king and queen then in reverse order of status they entered the box and the audience stood, finally the king and queen arrived and stood in front of their seats whilst the orchestra played the national anthem. When the orchestra finished the audience applauded as the royal guests took their seats and the performance began. By the end of the performance the dowager queen and Max were welcomed on the stage as patrons and presented with bouquets of flowers. This was followed by a meet and greet with the royal family for the ballet company that was premiering the newest principal soloists that had been promoted within the company. Jack had trained at the London Royal Ballet school he was just one of three promotions to soloist, and was excited to meet Prince Alexander and Max. At 23 years old Jack was ordinary in looks but it was this that made him somewhat sexier, he stood five feet eleven inches with brown hair and eyes. His physically trim body was highly tuned like an athlete and looked powerful yet elegant and graceful. Alex was following his brother in line shaking who was hands but paying no attention and making quick small talk. Liam standing a few meters away with his eye on the surrounds like all the other protection officers. Franco standing by Max as he met the principals first then moved down the line to Jack. "Your highness" Jack said bowing his head and glancing over his shoulder at Franco. Max chuckled and shook his hands "Just sir, I am not royal" he quipped, the response heard by the king who grinned. "Well done on your first performance as principal soloist" Max said letting him know he was up with the news. Jack smiled but his eyes were fixed over Max's shoulders "Thank you sir, it is indeed a privilege" he replied. "I assume we will see you at the patrons lunch tomorrow?" Max asked looking over his shoulder at Franco. Jack glanced at Max trying not to look at Franco "Oh, yes of course sir" he replied. They got to the end of the line and Max looked at Franco "What?" Franco asked quietly. Max stared at him "Nothing" he said smiling and walking off to join Alex. "It was nothing" Franco said moving quick to keep up with Max. Max grinned "Who said it was anything?" he asked stopping at Alex came over to them. "Not you as well!" Franco said seeing the cheesy grin on Alex's face. Alex looked over towards Jack who was still looking in their direction "I think he has the hots for you Franco". Franco went bright red "Oh yes!" Max said, "How come you haven't tried it on with me?" he asked looking annoyed. Franco glanced over his shoulder at Jack then back at them "You are both damaged goods, sloppy seconds!" he remarked. "For that you are going to pay" Alex said and Max nodded. "I need the bathroom" Max said and Franco had no choice but to follow. "Snog him for me" Alex said in to Max's ear causing him to laugh. Inside the bathroom Max turned to Franco "Don't start, I am not even sure" Franco protested. Max walked over to him "Sure of what?" he asked, "If you are gay or bi?" he questioned. Max put his arm around Franco and inched closer to him "Kiss me and tell me what it does" he said in a hushed tone. Franco looked nervous but he moved his head forward and lightly kissed Max on the mouth then pulled away. For a moment Max wondered if he was neither and indeed straight. Franco moved in again and repeated the kiss pulling away yet again looking very unsure and uneasy. Max felt it was the right time to test him and he pulled Franco closer and initiated the kiss, holding their lips together until he felt Franco responding gently then pulling away and laughing. "You wish!" Franco said pushing Max away, "Use the bathroom. If you really want to know I am bisexual" he said. Max came out of the cubicle "So come back to our bedroom and we can turn you gay" he said jokingly. Franco rubbed his hands down his face sighing "Certainly not, I can't handle both of you!" he said. Max walked over and kissed him on the cheek "Come on bodyguard, before people get suspicious". Alex watched Max and Franco come out of the bathroom and both acted very normally. Alex stifled a yawn and was glad that they could finally leave, Making their way out of the theatre the crowds were still gathered cheering and waving. "Wow they are still here" Max commented, "Should we at least say hello?" he asked looking at Alex. "I think we should. Alden?" Alex asked looking at his brother and protection officers who nodded. The king and queen stood by their car "Are you meeting the crowd?" the queen asked Alex. "Yes your majesty" Alex replied, "They have waited all evening. Max's idea" he said blaming him. The king and queen laughed "Then we do it as a family" the queen said. The crowd erupted as the entire royal family broke tradition and walked with their protection officers and police guards meeting the crowd. A stead hardy group that clearly had focus on Max appearing in public and wanting their photos taken with him and the prince kept shouting his name. The excitement of the crowd being acknowledged for their support was rewarded as they walked around, the media catching everything going on and getting some really good photos of Max and his prince charming together. Franco and Liam keeping a close watch, the king and queen also keeping an eye on the prince and Max. Then a louder cheer erupted with Alden joining the boys sending the cameras flashes in to overload. The three stood and waved at the crowd then returned to their car meeting up with the king, queen and dowager. Max bowed and suggested a group photo, Max got his phone out and held it up taking a selfie with the all the royals. The noise from the crowd now deafening in a the loudest cheer seeing them all together and a unique photo opportunity for everyone. In the quiet confines of their royal car Max immediately got a text from the king that was brief 'Well done!'. The royal cars began winding their back towards the plaza and boulevard to the palace. Mateo rolled off Tom on to his back panting heavily and smiling "They back soon" he said. Tom looked at the time "Shower and change" he said rolling on his back and patting Mateo's leg. They showered together quickly, dried and dressed in their uniforms ready for the prince and Max's return to the palace. Mateo fetched the bed time drinks that he had got them all hooked on in the suite, warm chocolate with a hint of chili, nothing that would burn your mouth, a simple small amount that gave the drink a little edge. Returning to the bedroom he saw Tom had turned down the bed and was now fluffing up the pillows, Mateo placed the two water glasses at each side of the bed then had a cheeky kiss just as the every one arrived back. The king and queen entered the family dining room for breakfast noticing they were first down, the kings ritual of having a coffee, reading the paper then eating breakfast was no different this morning. The front page of the paper adorned with a multitude of pictures from last night, the headline that the king read aloud 'Why We Love Our Royal Family' he said handing the paper over to the queen to look. She read the short piece under the headline 'The royal family attended the premier of the Swan Lake production last night. To the excitement of everyone who waited outside the theatre Max was also with the royal family. Those that stayed around outside until the end were provided with unexpected gratitude as the royal family didn't do the usual wave and get in their car. Oh no, not this royal family, instead they spent half an hour happily going around and thanking the crowd and providing exceptional photo opportunities. If anyone ever questions why Monrovian's love their royal family then let the pictures speak for themselves'. The queen looked at the several photos that were then continued on pages two, three and four. Alex and Max had one page to themselves. But it was two photos in particular that the paper had captured in a whimsical moment, Alden, Alex and Max together where Alden and Max had looked at each other smiling. The other was a picture of Max taking the selfie where it caught their faces in a family like shot, gone was all the royal stiffness usually associated with such pictures, instead it was shot catching them all enjoying themselves as a family. "The PR team had already requested that selfie Max took, they want to use it" the king said happily. The queen nodded "I think it is time for Max to take on more royal duties with Alex" she suggested. "Indeed" the king replied chuckling, "You can try and prise him away from mother and their work". The queen looked up and tutted "That is not fair!" she replied laughing as the doors opened. Alex and Max walked in and bowed "Your majesties" they both said in unison then taking their seats. The door opened again and the dowager queen walked in "Darling! Have you seen what you did!". They all looked at her as she swept formality aside then looked at the king who shrugged unsure what on earth she was going on about. "Front page, no four pages in the newspaper" she said going to Max and kissing him on the cheek. She looked at the rest "You lot did alright as well" the dowager queen added, "But Max here! Well!". "Have you finished mother?" the king asked as she sat down in her seat and nodded. Alex laughed "All they kept asking was when we were getting married!" he informed them all. The king kept suspiciously quiet and sipped his coffee "Soon I hope" the dowager queen said. Max seized the opportunity "Your majesties, after the Spain trip may I take Alex to Mauritius?". The queen was about to open her mouth before the king pipped her at the post "Yes" he said. "Well I suppose if the king says so!" the queen replied laughing, "After all his is the sovereign". "Excellent!" Alex said smiling, "Paying off that bet now?" he asked. Max nodded "Certainly. And we go to the same hotel" he replied. Alex sat back with a smile on his face "I will speak to Artem and sort it out" he said. Max shook his head "No, let me sort it out please" he replied, "I want to know how it is done". Alex nodded and the king spoke "When you return Max would you take on more royal engagements?". "Strange, we had that conversation the other day" Alex said to them all. "And?" the queen asked looking at them both. Max turned to the dowager queen "It will mean giving up a lot of my time doing my job with the collection". "I know Max, we can get an assistant to carry on the work. You will retain overall charge" she said. Max nodded "Good then it is settled" the king said, "I will obtain and annuity for you as well". Max was really okay about the change in direction and understood that he would eventually have to attend more engagements as their relationship progressed. Finally having caught Artem and sorted out the arrangements for Mauritius they secured the royal suite at the hotel. "What about you and the rest?" Max asked unsure if they should be coming. Artem looked at him "I don't know, only Alex and Liam went last year" he replied. "Do you want to come, put if that way?" Max asked sitting back and Mateo walked in. "Sir" Mateo said bowing his head in protocol. "Hi Mateo" Max said as he took his seat, "Fancy going to Mauritius?" Max asked. Mateo looked at him "What is it?" he asked back having never heard of it. Max explained telling him all about the island "If I am allowed to go then yes" Mateo replied. Artem nodded "If Mateo costs up for the us three to go and then save the money elsewhere" he said. "Is no problem, I sort" Mateo said. Artem made a call to the hotel and secured two rooms situated below the royal suite free of charge in return of posting some photos on the prince's social media page that was still gathering thousands of followers daily. Max was keeping secret the real reason for the trip, only Franco knew outside of the meeting he had with the king and governor premier and was sworn to secrecy like his life depended on it. Mateo tapped his watched indicating it was time for Max to change for the patrons lunch with the ballet company. The dowager queen and Max arrived at the formal dining room of the main palace where the forty members of the ballet company were all there ready. Max finding it difficult to spot Jack now he wasn't half naked in his ballet costume, he eventually found him as Franco had spotted him and was distracted staring at him. Max turned to Franco "Write your number down and I will give it to him" he suggested. "Stop interfering Max" Franco said anxiously, "Would you though?" he now asked. "Make up your mind Franco!" Max replied then walked over to take his seat for luncheon. As soon as it was over Max casually walked around chatting until he got to Jack "Hello again" Max said. "Sir" Jack said bowing his head, "I didn't ask the other night, did you enjoy the performance?" he asked. "Yes Jack, it was beautifully danced and even my protection officer thought you were sublime" Max replied. Jack grinned then looked at him "Is he.. you know?" he asked quietly. Max handed him the bit of paper "Call and find out" he simply said. Jack looked over at Franco who was standing with the dowager queen's protection officers trying to look all professional, he kept glancing at Jack who smiled and turned to talk to the other troupe members. With everything calming down movie night came around and the group was getting bigger and bigger every month. Mateo now took control of getting the food together whilst Tom sorted beverages out. Marty and Josh were first to arrive and Josh handed Mateo a small package with some t-shirts for him to wear now the weather was getting warmer. Mateo telling him off to stop giving him clothes but Josh stood their grinning then kissed him to shut him up. Marty stood there with an evil smirk in his face looking at Mateo. "You owe me!" Marty said putting his arm around Mateo's shoulder. "Me?" Mateo questioned, "I confused, for what?". "Kissing my boyfriend" Marty replied slipping his hand down below and copping a feel. Mateo chuckled "I kiss you. But I not get your whipping!" he replied looking at Marty and grinning. Marty rolled his eyes "You know?" he said, "Oi Prince Alexander, come here!" he shouted. Alex casually and slowly walked over "Call me that again and I will slap you!" he remarked. "What have you told Mateo?" Marty asked trying to look serious. Mateo chuckled "Is not Alex who tell me" he interjected, "Your highness got the whip as well?". Alex laughed and winked walking off "Okay you have one kiss" Mateo said to Marty. Marty moved in front "I will get you and break you in, you can be sure of that!" he said grinning. Mateo laughed and pulled him forward kissing him then letting him go and walking off, Marty stood there quietly stunned and smitten having finally got a proper kiss from him. Alden and Sam piled and laughing loudly bumping in to the wall, Alden had been to pick Sam up from Military school and he was staying in Alden's residency this weekend due to movie night. Sam straightened himself up and walked over bowing to Alex and Max addressing them in the correct protocol. "Cut it out" Max said, "Weird my brother bowing to me. And why am I only seeing you now?" he asked Sam tapped his nose "Mind your own business, Alden and I went bowling today with Nick". On cue the three protection officers appeared "Nick!" both Alex and Max said in unison seeing him. Walking in behind was Asa who came running over to Max hugging him "Your here!" Max said happily. "Yes just for a week" Asa replied, "Seems he can't live without me" he said referring to Nick. "The art school wants you permanently teaching between painting of course" Max said. "No work talk!" Alex said hugging Asa before he could bow, "Come meet Mateo" Alex said excitedly. "Knock, knock" Francis called out walking in with Jackson. Alex turned and smiled, he didn't care who was in the room and he went over being lifted up in Jackson's arms as they hugged. Francis wandering off since he had since Alex earlier that day, he went straight over to Marty and kissed him then Josh and finally wandered over to Alden and Sam. Being Alden's valet he knew Sam very well now and they had become good friends, mostly at Alden's expense but he loved it. Having some normality in life was what Alden had been missing for years and was now a completely different person and not so uptight about every single thing. The last two to arrive had both Tom and Mateo looking on patiently as they walked in, Hannes and Gareth arriving together. Being neighbours in Sovereign Row and having seen Gareth almost every weekend they had chatted a lot and Hannes had taken him several times to the household areas of the palace. Hannes walked straight over to Mateo and kissed him openly in front of everyone. Gareth had to cope with Sam shouting out Geraldine and running over to hug him, for the moment Tom smiled and sought the company of Marty and Josh. Franco walked over to Max and tapped him on the shoulder "Franco" Max said smiling. "I got an updated schedule today. Are you really taking us to Mauritius?" Franco asked. Max nodded "Wow, thank you Max that is amazing" Franco said beaming. "You will be working" Max added with a grin, "Sort of anyway" he said laughing. It was by far the biggest movie night they had hosted for friends and their personal staff, who ironically were like friends anyway. Slowly people began moving off, Franco going with Alden and Sam to play video games in Alden's residence, Jackson left with Francis becoming inseparable over the last few months. Mateo and Hannes disappeared off for a late night swim, Tom was knackered and headed off to his room and Gareth followed on a few meters behind with all the remaining eyes watching him to see if anything was going to happen with Tom. Tom turned hearing someone walking behind him "Night" he said partly holding his breath. Gareth walked past glancing at him "Good night" he said sorely tempted but holding out. "Is that it?" Tom asked as Gareth reached the doors leading out of the Regency suites. Gareth opened the door and looked back with a sexy grin "Oi! go on a date with me!" Tom called out. Gareth stopped and laughed "After I have had my very wicked way with you" he replied. "Was that a yes then?" Tom now asked slightly confused. "Yes" Gareth replied closing the door, "Text me, Max has my number" he said disappearing from view. Tom smiled entering his room knowing full well he had an erection just from talking to him. Back inside the lounge of the suite Josh moved sofas and squeezed in between Alex and Max smiling away. Marty stood and walked to Alex pulling him off the sofa and sweeping him over his shoulder with ease walking towards the bedroom. Alex looked at Max "Well it looks like I know what I am doing" he said giggling. Josh sat across Max's lap "So you an me then!" he said and Max frantically kissed him. Marty leaned over him catching him unprepared kissing him full on, no matter how many times they had sex he always found himself swept off in to another world. The bed moving brought him back from the kiss, Max now laid beside him with Josh undressing him. Max turned to look at Alex and moved his head closer their lips met in a long kiss. When they broke apart they were both naked, looking up they saw Marty and Josh naked and kissing, both very erect. They glanced at each other and smiled their eyes speaking their own language of love before they looked down at the bed with such mischievous grins on their faces that caused Alex and Max and giggle stupidly. Simultaneously they leaned up grabbing the cocks of Marty and Josh taking them by surprise. Usually Max was in control when it came to sex with Josh, tonight however, he sensed he was going to have play role reversal looking up in to the eyes staring down at him. Alex held the sheer hardness of Marty's cock, a familiarity of the dense and thick solid cock seemed to transfix him to move his mouth towards it. Opening his mouth and slipping it around and down then up several times. Marty gasped holding on to Josh's shoulder for support. Marty growled and pushed Alex backwards on to his back and climbed on the bed, only this time instead of instantly getting between Alex's legs he was straddled across grinning down. Marty shuffled up moving his cock ever closer to Alex's mouth. Alex moaned softly feeling the head of his cock tapping at his face and running over his mouth, licking his lips to moisten them Alex stuck his tongue out and washed it over the tip of Marty's cock. The foreskin already rolled back perfectly poised for him, he allowed the cock to rub against his lips before opening his mouth. This time his lips tenderly surrounded the head, gently exploring and now using his tongue swirling around. Marty moaned and thrusted forward forcing his cock in to Alex's mouth, he glanced at Josh and gave him a quick kiss then looked down smirking at the sight of this puppy begging for his treat. Marty sighed softly as feeling Alex's hand roaming across his body, with all the will in the world there was no way he could last, he had to fuck Alex and fuck him now. Moving backwards and getting between his legs he leaned over Alex, finally their lips caressed briefly then locked in to a hard deep kiss. Marty pulled him closer grabbing his legs and pulling them around his waist then adjusting his leg positions so they kept the prince's legs aloft around his waist. His cock poised at the hole was just where Marty liked it. Their lips still firmly sealed together in a passionate kiss allowed Alex's free hands to explore Marty's familiar body. Max was not so lucky, on grabbing Josh's cock he looked down at Max and chuckled then pushed him back on the bed 'I'm driving tonight' he said gripping hold of Max's hands and pushing them above his head. Using his legs he got between Max's legs pushing them apart to position himself and leaned forward. Max just looked at Josh 'Oh fuck' he said with excitement and trepidation, but also wondering what he had let himself in for. He knew Josh could be quite erratic and unpredictable at sex, never knowing how hard or soft he was going to go. Max giggled and gasped loudly as Josh bit and sucked on his nipples slowly edging upwards to his neck and chin until their lips met. Max took the lead and pushed his tongue in to Josh's mouth surprising him at the eagerness, locking their lips together they kissed nosily. His body wriggling on the bed powerless from Josh's dominance and strength, his feet caressing Josh's legs moving up and down. Josh waited until Max moved his legs upwards again and slipped his own under Max's holding them up. On cue Max clasped his legs around Josh's waist for a fraction of a moment, it was long enough for Josh to get him in to a full on missionary position. He felt the hold on his hands being gently released, Josh kissed him deeper then broke away looking down at him with the wickedest of smiles he had ever seen. They stared at each other then Max moaned softly feeling his hand rubbing against his hole quickly followed by another moan a little louder as Josh pushed the head of his cock inside swiftly. The discomfort quickly passed and Josh brushed his lips against Max's, his tongue running across them and delving in to his mouth. Josh's arm slipped behind his neck holding him in place he kissed deeper at the same time he eased his cock deep in to Max's arse. His moans stifled by the kiss, Josh took him balls deep. The first stifled moans caused Marty and Alex to look, they could see Max's hand almost clawing on his back and his legs pointing straight up in the air stretching then wriggling around Josh's waist in sexual gratification. Marty kissed Alex sweetly then jiggled his hips pushing against Alex until he felt the head of his cock open him up and giving him the right of passage. His back arched and he yelped softly still smiling between pain and pleasure feeling his arse expand accommodating Marty's cock. Marty kissed his neck several times then watched his face at the ecstasy in his eyes the more he pushed inside, his cock already leaking precum having wanted to fuck Alex all night. His final push and Alex arched his back again moaning feeling the last few inches glide inside. A tender kiss exchanged between them signalled the start, Marty began seamless undulating waves in his hips. His hands gripped tighter on to Marty's arms. Despite Marty hardly moving he could feel the deep soothing strokes deep in his body, sending erotic shivers up his spine causing his toes to curl in on themselves. He began to realise that Marty had somehow become very adept at sex and how to really pleasure in the most incredible way, no doubt this was Josh's doing. Almost in tune with each other Marty and Josh looked at each other then smiled looking and leaned over to kiss. Both boys under them wriggled and moaned in pleasure. Unquestionably Josh had more control over his body and orgasm, whereas Marty had none yet he could fuck numerous times in succession. He had demonstrated that the first time the four of them had sex. It was a subtle change but enough for Alex to feel, the undulating had moved to a steady deep pounding now. His hands now wrapped around Marty's neck holding him closer as they locked together in another kiss. Josh gently caressing in long deep strokes stopped and they both watched Marty do what he does best. He moved his legs up closer around the sides of Alex's arse getting better traction he began to hit home harder. Alex moaned very loudly in to his mouth, his arms clasping hard around his neck, his toes appearing to perform a dance of their own with each body shattering thrust that was being delivered with such loving force. The intensity of Alex's responsiveness sent a tremble through his body 'Oh fuck! Oh fuck!' Marty cried out, his balls twitched and his cock jumped pulsing hard. Marty bucked his hips hard several time growling like a bear and thrusting his hips down hard against Alex's arse. He moaned feeling the first volley of his ejaculation firing off, then the second, third, fourth. Holding Alex tightly his hips stopped bucking, his cock impaled deep inside. Panting against his neck he slowly gyrated his hips pushing the seed deeper in to the prince. Their bodies glistening from tiny beads of sweat laid perfectly still until they both regained some composure. Through the midst of it Alex had his own orgasm, when he had no idea, his mind and body had completely lost control. The animalistic nature of Alex and Marty had taken Josh and Max by surprise hearing them go at it like they had been possessed. Max leaned up and kissed Josh, they were both highly aroused by their primeval sexual act. Josh looked down at Max and grinned letting his hips pick up speed fucking Max deeper and harder but still with his tender soft edge that Josh was usually known for. Looking down at the sexy tattooed Max it was turning him on even more. When the quietness prevailed after Marty finished Josh could now concentrate on Max fully making him moan and watching him receiving pleasure. Max groaned and slapped Josh on the arse, he stared down and grinned 'Do that again I will fuck you even harder' he said between thrusts. Max chuckled then moaned louder as Josh released three mind blowing thrusts, his hands grabbing hold of Josh's butt cheeks grinning cheekily up at Josh then slapping both cheeks before grabbing hold of them again. Josh responded and began pounding him harder and faster, his moans were short gasps unable to keep up with the speed Josh exhibited. Suddenly changing tack he kneeled up holding Max's legs spreading them wide apart fucking him steadily 'I can't hold on much more' he said to Max 'Me neither' he replied grabbing his cock and masturbating himself in tune with the rhythm his arse was getting hit. Max raised his other hand and ran it across Josh's smooth chest tracing a line down to his naval and back up again. His back twisted a little 'Cumming' he whimpered like a school child shooting his load across his stomach and chest. Josh gripped his ankles holding them further apart, rolling his head back and using exaggerated fast long strokes almost pulling Max inside out. Letting out a deep moan in his chest his the orgasm firing off like a lightning bolt, his hands catching Max above the knees pulling his arse deep on to his cock and holding still. Max looked up and felt the warming sensation deep in his that seemed to grow with every pulse from his cock that rebounded against his anal wall. Josh looked down releasing Max's legs and collapsing forward kissing Max and wrapping their arms around each other enjoying their post sex after glow. Alex and Marty applauded at the excellent show. Marty was already poised waiting for his turn on both Josh and Max. The night was far from over and only ended after Marty had done his job having all three of them.

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.

PART SIX I'd been sucking them for about 10 or so minutes, and it was a weird thing to say, but my arse was so hungry. It needed to be fucked. "Can one of you fuck me please? My arse needs it so bad...." I pleaded. The two of them shared a knowing smile "Damn you're right, it is good stuff. You want a piece of this beautiful arse Jerome?" David asked, as I was sucking the pair of them. "Of course I do, but I wanna make sure you tear it up first," he replied. I wasn't sure what he meant but God, I needed it so much, it felt like my arse was on fire. The two of them both moved behind me and I could soon feel the metal from David's PA pressing against my hole. I moved back towards him eagerly and I could feel his cock slowly opening me up. "Mmmmm...not much I love seeing more than a bumped-up arse wanting a cock in it..." (Bumped-up? I wondered to myself) "Now do what that cock does best David." Jerome said. Within seconds, David started fucking my arse harder than he had before. It was such a mix of pleasure & pain as he was fucking me I wasn't sure if I was enjoying it...no, who am I kidding...I was being fucked, of course I was loving it! All I could do was moan as he worked my arse over, David pushing my cheeks wide as he fucked me. It felt incredible to be used in this way, I knew I was being used but I didn't mind, it was what I was made for. "That should be plenty" Jerome said, and David pulled out of me. David kept hold of my cheeks wide, and I could feel the air going into the gape of my arse. "Oh, looks like our little poof had his cherry popped again...let me get that" and Jerome scooped something (I guess David's precum?) that'd trickled out of my arse. I was gaping so much, it was probably bound to happen! "Now clean yourself up and take a seat, while I take this pussy." Jerome said to David. David grabbed a beer and started drinking and looking at his phone as he sat next to us. I was a bit surprised that he didn't seem to really care that his new boyfriend was about to be fucked by someone else but oh well. "Wow, what a beautiful gape" Jerome said and he started fucking me with some (three maybe?) fingers. "Nothing better than feeling a nice fresh hole before it's totally wrecked." His fingers did feel amazing but it wasn't what I needed. "Jerome, can you please fuck me?" I begged. My hole was feeling a bit sore & stretched but I wanted him in me anyway. "Of course my boy, I was just getting you & myself nice and ready." he replied, God his voice was so soothing. "You really love Daddy cock don't you boy?" I guessed I did, I hadn't really put it together but the thought of cocks of older guys older inside me was much more of a turnon. While I was thinking about that, Jerome pushed his cock deep inside me and it felt so good. "Oh yesssss...what a beautiful pussy you have" he groaned as he entered me. My groans matched his, it felt incredible. "Pussy......don't you mean arse?" I replied. "Sorry my boy, I forgot you're so new to this!" He laughed as he slowly began thrusting. "Poofs like us sometimes refer to our arseholes as our pussies, it's the only way we'll get knocked up after all!" I'd never thought of it that way, and the thought of getting knocked up by guys was such an appealing one. It was like he read my mind because shortly after he said, "In fact there's a few friends of mine that would love using a pussy like yours..." That sounded amazing! But I wanted to keep my cool, "Um...yeah...I'd love that....I can give you my number if you want to pass onto them if you want..." "Well, you can meet them all at once if you'd like. We're having a survivors party at my place later next week & you could be the guest of honour if you wanted. David's got my details anyway so he can let you know....." I looked over at my new boyfriend for his approval but he was still checking his phone & drinking what must've been his third beer while Jerome was fucking me. Time flies while you're having fun! "I'll do it!" I said, "It sounds like it'll be a blast." "If it all goes well, there'll be a few blasts!" Jerome laughed, .."And if all goes well, all of them knocking up that beautiful pussy of yours. Did you hear that David? Are you OK if my young friend here comes to my survivors party?" David looked up from his phone, "Not at all, I'm positive. And with any luck..." and the two of them started laughing. "Anyway, I gotta go & take a piss." "Don't be silly," Jerome replied. "If our guest of honour here's coming to my party, he'll need a taste of what he'll be getting up to. Why use a toilet when there's a perfectly good mouth here to piss into?" David smiled and moved over towards me. I was feeling a bit nervous having never tasted piss before (aside from the head of cocks when I was about to suck them) so I was worried how it'd go. "Don't you spill a drop mate," David said. "The dry-cleaning at Jerome's place is a bitch for the carpets so you'll be needing to swallow the lot." He rested his cock between my lips & within seconds, my mouth started to fill with warm piss. It was pretty watery thankfully after the beer and I was surprised to find it tasted kinda familiar. I've no idea how though. "Oh fuck, I love watching young piss sluts" Jerome moaned behind me as I was swallowing. He started pounding me harder and pushed against my arse as he came hard. I kept licking David's cock as Jerome pushed a couple of fingers into my arse, muttering something about "making sure it takes". I was hoping it took too, the idea of carrying part of Jerome inside me sounded great. Looking around, it was dark now! "Time's gotten away from us!" Jerome laughed, "Guess I'd better head home." "Nah, stay in the spare bedroom with Josh, he won't mind." "Only if it's OK with him," Jerome replied, rubbing my belly that'd been filled with cum from one end and piss from the other. I leant back, searching for his mouth with mine. I found it & started making out with this old guy, giving him his answer. END OF PART SIX

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.

I'm likely opening a can of worms and provoking the MAGA crowd, but I need to post this. In the wake of George Floyd being lynched by knee, I can no longer remain silent. We in the QUEER community need to support our black brothers and not just with words. Those of you who can, participate in peaceful protests, making your presence known by wearing pride attire or carrying signs reading "Queer lives 4 Black lives" Let's never forget what "Stonewall" started for us. Stand up, speak out, take a knee.

Recently I purchased my “now” favorite dildo, the 17” Pony Cock. I use it all the time since having my ass trained. Some of my regular Tops have been using it on me. Tonight one of my favorite Alpha men was available. He came over and slammed my ass hard and deep as usual. Once finished he took the Horse Toy from my night stand And began using it on me. This was the first time having it used in a real aggressive way. I still can’t take it all, but he was trying his best to make me take every inch. He got faster and harder. I was whimpering and tearing up. Finally my cock exploded and covered my body in cum all the way to my face. Completely hands free. He started kissing me as he pulled the Huge Toy out of me. Then fucked me one more time and gave me another load before leaving. Possibly the most satisfying hookup in weeks.

OK, I have neglected posting here, spending more time on TWITTER, getting a following... but checked today and some of my electrifyingly 'corruptive BZ ROLE MODELS' are back messaging, so with that grows my motivation! On the subject: my early pics from 'showing off ass and hole'. (5 years ago maybe) In my early vanilla gay days of the 80's/90s, while posing for THE ADVOCATE I was asked to 'flaunt my hole' for the picturre series but couldn't do it! Froze up 'in shame' I guess! LOL Saying to myself: 'I'm not no bottom!' Fast forward to the poz-and-promiscuity-embracing NEW AGE that made other once unacceptable 'bad boy stuff' suddenly THE ULTIMATE thrill! And that includes letting every Tom, Dick and Harry know I have CONVERTED into a power-bottom,,, who will essentially take (just about) ANY load! My new 'slut mentor' from BBRT instructed me to TAKE MORE ASS PICS, pulling the fledgling 'manwhore-cunt' open for ANY and ALL prospective promiscuous, anon seeders to inspect like merchandise and hopefully find suitable for use! And he would take pictures of his own POZ COCK breeding and seeding me! Since then, about 5 years ago, my sex-life has somehow accelerated to a dizzying pace! Whoring and scoring with my bros, my hubby and solo. Hubby summoned up SEVERAL guys last night and I rode the one who apparently was in FALCON porn in the 2000's I guess... now a bit 'rougher' but wild and virile as fuck, with a reputation for EVERLAST and MULTI-BLAST cumdump-pleaser! Now able to ride a dick like a demon from hell, he was pinching my nipples on a 'I bet you I won't flinch' dare... AS HARD AS YOU WANT TO! I won and of course I didn't flinch. But I became alarmed about the structural integrity of the very solid bed... and whether to attach it with braces to the stud in the wall... It was an act of unbridled demonic debauchery and shameless sodomy! A definite LINDA BLAIR moment and my hubby was delighted seeing me act like the powerbottom superslut that I have a reputation for by know... Ass-pics did launch the 'evolution'!! It's 'merchandising' really!

Oh Yeah ! ! ! you can do that with me... I'm always looking for used full condoms in Gay Saunas garbage bins, to put the contents in my own ass... The thought of having one or more anonymous and unknown loads in me is a huge turn on.

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As many of you know - this is one of my personal peeves (the person who thinks he's being erotic when he says he was "fucked by a BBC"). All I can envision in such instances is a disembodied penis somehow remaining erect and fucking the guy like a dildo come to life. Anyone who can't endow his sex partners with the basic humanity of "I was fucked by a man with...." is, well, I probably shouldn't say, as someone no doubt would think that was aimed at him as a slur and report it.

HELL NO! As a QUEER man, I get fucked up my ass and if anyone refers to my as as a pussy/cunt will NOT have the opportunity to find the pleasures it gives. In other words, fuck my ass/hole or fuck off!

Anyone who thinks "both of the two major parties in the USA have been the same for many decades" has paid zero attention to politics and has no grasp of what the political parties stand for or do. The only way in which that might remotely be true is in the sense of "Neither party backs 100% of what I believe in" (whatever that may be).

A couple from my profile pics... black jock was a 30 year old uncut guy who blew massive loads. Green jock was from a regular FWB who drops by and we swap loads.

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.

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.

Extra horny lately so I got a room at the Days Inn in Raleigh last night. Changed my profile to cumdump anon ass up face down with blindfold no load refused and posted the room number on grindr, sniffies, BBRT and Twitter and propped the door open. Ended up taking 10 anon loads then changed my prolfiles back and went to sleep around 2:30.Never saw a pic of most of the guys nor chatted. Then around 6am a guy on grindr messaged around 6am asking if I was still taking loads. His profile had no pic or age listed, just muscular and top. Said I was still going and 30 mins later he was mounting my ass and eventually dropped load #11 in me. Tried to upload pic of the guy fucking me this morning, but file size is too big. Pics are on my Twitter though.

I must admit that when Franco was first introduced into the story, I thought he was written as a gay character. Then when Sam came on the scene, that seemed to change or perhaps I got him confused with Francis. Hopefully in the next chapter he'll make contact with Jack and we'll find out for sure 🙂

While this post appeared about 2 years ago, it is even more urgently apropos today. Our freedoms are not "free". They must be nurtured, cared for, just as our Democracy must. Attend gay-rights rallies. Attend demonstrations. Attend Pride events. Make your voices heard at the voting booth, particularly on Primary Day. Some of remember the days when we had to tuck "bail money" into our boot every time we went to a gay bar. The usual, same old police raid on the Stonewall Inn, over 50 years ago, which ushered in the Gay Rights Movement, was first resisted by - guess who - the Drag Queens. They were the first to throw stuff in their pocketbooks like bottles of fingernail stuff, hairbrushes, lord only knows what else, at the cops, and chased them up Christopher St. All the rights/freedoms some of us take for granted today, weren't around 50 years ago. Don't simply assume that the rights we hold today can't be taken away tomorrow. They can be taken away, and will be if the old repressions - cultural, racial, sexual - are reinstated. It's up to all decent-minded citizens to turn back the tide of hatreds welling up these past few years. Get involved. Take a stand. Join us.

Yes, in 2006 I entered a guy's room, totally dark, at a bathouse in Tampa, with a guy ass up. Mounted him bare and immediately realized he was already loaded up. As I fucked him I whispered in his ear asking how many loads did he have inside. "5". Added mine at his response...totally lost control. Later that night, I topped a shorter poz muscle bottom from LA. Beautiful body with a hairy meaty ass and a great kisser. He rode me bare until I was about to cum and hopped off to suck it from my cock dry. We showered and made out under the showerhead. Such a hot man but to this day, I still fantasize that he'd keep riding me so I could seed that beautiful butt. Total sweetheart. Calling LA...find me man!

I'm getting dizzy, trying to remember who is getting into bed with whom, and now we have yet another new character coming in with a serious case of the hots for Franco. On the public side, nice to see Max taking the lead in encouraging public interaction with the family.

June 24th/25th looking to be spun and used by hung tops, 1on1, couples or groups, I'll be your slut to do with as you please. just get to the point and lets get sleazy. Travel only, can't accom.

Holy fuck, you spoil us with a pre weekend chapter @losolent. Hot sexy and I am sure I can just about smell those cum loads 😍

I’m afraid that simply isn’t true. Even among gay men, indiscriminate penetrative fuckers are a distinct minority. Tops are a demonstrated minority significantly overbalanced by the number of bottoms, and among Tops, this forum is full of posts about Tops who are either selective, highly selective, or so selective that they hardly ever get around to penetrating anyone at all. I used to operate under the assumption that any man would fuck a hole if presented with any opportunity, but my experience hosting as a cumdump bottom for any cock simply has not borne that out.

*** 2 hours later *** the door is unlocked - what a fucking surprise. ya dirty slutty whore. Ya cant even claim that its rape anymore - i gave you a fucking way out. all ya had to do was lock the door and your worthless pathetic arsehole would have been safe. but we both know there wasn't really any choice for a cocksleeve like you. you need to be fucked and bred by men like me - sick bastards that don't give a shit about your shitter. Rough aggressive dominant males that treat you like you deserve - and now that I know you LIKE it there will be no holding me back. Boy you are gonna be sobbing for mama long before I'm done this time Storming into the bedroom and there you are you pathetic piece of trash, same position I left you in - presenting your fuckhole like a whore in heat. you flinch as you hear my jeans and jocks dropping to my ankles Fuuuuccck your hole looks wrecked. all purple and puffy, sore and swollen shut. Its gonna be tough getting my big bare nob back up there - tough for you that is, my cock will go in there no prob at all. spying your purple pucker I ALMOST feel sorry for ya you pathetic piece of hamburger. I'm fairly sure you will tear this time so on the bright side you might have lube after all - call me a big ole softy. FUCK THATS TIGHT!!!!!! and I'm sure they heard your scream in the next town. DAMMIT I thought we were past this - yanking you back onto my cock, arm around your neck again, holding you in position - you sluts never learn Slam fucking you, withdrawing completely each time then ramming back in at different angles. going balls deep and stirring your guts with my dry fuck weapon. Damm lad shut the fuck up and just accept it - screaming usually turns me on but you're driving the neighbourhood dogs crazy There - face in the pillow - something for you to bite on and less chance of the police investigating. Problem solved Shit I just realised you are sobbing again and the shaking is feeling really nice on my cock. SHIT my cock is still relatively dry. HOLY SHIT my cum and piss that I dumped in you earlier are gone. You pushed it out before I came back??? I'm slightly offended by that as well as amused by your stupidity that you shit away your chance to have lube up your hole for this fuck. Oh Wait - maybe you actually learned from last time about the penalty for having any kind of lube in your hole. Damm I ALMOST had a tiny pang of respect for you Fuck that, who am I kidding - fuckholes never deserve respect awww yeah I love long deep thrusts up a tight shitter. hell I thought Id last longer but your swollen ring is really gripping my cock tight and I'm getting ready to shoot another load up yer turd-pipe. I finish off another amazing fuck with a roar from me almost as loud as the scream from you that started it. stay still fuckmeat till I catch my breath. hold on - Is whats left of your arsehole trying (feebly) to push my cock out??? a quick thrust of my cock and a punch to the back of your head puts an end to that - my cock stays up your fuckhole til IM ready to pull it out Yanking my cock out of your wrecked ring I check for any red streaks - Damm your fuckpipe is tougher than I thought As I pull up my jocks and jeans I tell you that you have 2 days to heal then I'm coming back You sob quietly but nod as I walk out the door

Strangely nobody mentioned vaseline so far. Best friction for the top, stays in, protects of chafing. No dour, no taste. Perfect. Not condom safe though

Since you freaks can't wait, I'll put in the 2nd part now. ------------------- Part 2 Rick led me down the narrow steps into the basement of the brownstone, still grasping my dick. I could smell a little mildew and the remains of a recently-burned cigar. The beige-carpeted floor seemed unusually stiff under my feet. To my great surprise, we encountered no cobwebs that basements are known for growing. Rick opened a door on his right, which led to an enclosed room with the furnace and water heater, and another door beyond them. Rick unlocked this door, finally releasing my throbbing cock (which was begging for release at the anticipated event). He went into the lightless room, flipped a switch on the wall, and it was suddenly illuminated in dark red. I could make out a sling, shelving on one wall with a variety of bottles that I assumed were either lube or alcohol, a large number of small identical cases that were probably porn DVDs, and an odd-looking chair in an opposite corner. The details of the room were not immediately clear to me, and the deep red of the lights confused my view. Rick closed the door, and ordered me to strip naked. As I did so, he stood silently against the wall and watched me. I gathered up my clothes, which he took and placed somewhere on the other side of the dungeon. “Hop in the sling,” Rick ordered. “I’ll be just a minute.” I did as he instructed, and climbed into the sling. The springs squeaked under my weight, and I began to put my feet through the holders. As I was doing this, Rick was doing something that I couldn’t clearly see, and I heard movement, but my activity with the feet kept me from focusing on whatever he was doing. I heard a drawer open, a little rustling, two sharp snaps, and the drawer closing. I had my feet elevated fairly quickly and awaited his return. I heard a metallic “click”, then the hiss of a torch. The sudden illumination allowed me to see that he was lighting not one but TWO thick cigars. He got the cherry burning in each, and the room was suddenly fragrant with the odor of sweet tobacco. Rick walked over to me and stuck one of the cigars in my mouth. “We’re going to blacken your lungs, faggot,” he said with a shift in his voice. I started to protest, “I don’t smoke, buddy,” but he stuck it in my mouth mid-sentence. “Trust me, you do now. You wanna be a poz pig like me? This is part of that. Optional, but much better if you give in to it. Let me know if it’s too strong for you.” I took a draw on the stick. The acrid taste of burning tobacco filled my mouth, and although I expected it to be akin to a mouthful of fire, it was not. Not one bit. Smooth and cool, and actually quite flavourful. It was clear I had no say in this matter, so I at least gave it a chance. I stuck the big thing in my jaw, and just got used to the feeling. I think I like a cock there better, but whatever. Rick walked to the shelf with the bottles and kept his back to me. I had correctly guessed they were lube bottles. He took one down, popped it open, and turned it upside down to pour into his hand. He might have been checking the thickness of the lube because he closed it loudly, put the bottle back on the shelf, wiped his hands, and got a different one. Rick opened the new bottle, poured some into his other hand, and closed the lid. “This’ll do.” He returned to the sling and placed the bottle in the holder. I tried to regulate my breathing, but between anxiety and the unexpected cigar, it resulted in a lot of loud exhalations. Rick noticed the gar burning in my jaw, and with annoyance, he said, “Hey, those are expensive. Smoke it right or die.” I took the burning rod in my hand and let instinct guide me on smoking it, though I had no idea what I was doing. Rick placed his own cigar in a nearby ashtray, and began to undress. His body was almost totally white as if he had never spent an hour in the sun in his life. The frame was just as I remembered - slender with no muscular development, and a bit of a paunch at the bottom of his abdomen. His dick was a sight to behold - a good eight or nine inches with no foreskin, average thickness, and curved slightly upward. I didn’t get a good look at his ballsack, but I remember they were not particularly droopy. A brown mole sat on the right side of his pelvis. And then I saw something new -- a small but unmistakable biohazard tattoo on the opposite side. Why had I not noticed it before? “Oh, right”, I thought to myself. “He was wearing a jockstrap that night in the bathhouse. The waistband probably covered it so it would be a surprise for anyone lucky enough to remove it.” Rick took the lube bottle in his hand and slicked himself up. Then he brought the bottle right to my butthole and squeezed it hard to get the lube inside me. He began to push hard on the bottle as well, and I felt the breach of plastic in my sphincter. “Ouch,” I said. “Take it easy.” “I thought I told you to smoke, fucker.” This guy had flipped a switch since we were upstairs. I was no longer with a trusted friend, but a guy bent on doing some damage to me for the fun of it. I found myself holding my breath a bit while this passed through my mind. Then Rick replaced the bottle in the holder, crossed the room again, and after wiping his hands, took up his cigar again. He pulled hard on it, and turned back to me. His nose jet resembled a dragon, ready to spit flame and fire at me. It was fucking hot. I was now more acclimated to the cigar, and the room began to get a little foggy. Rick returned to me, and bent over my waiting form in the sling. He got right in my face, and said, “This is your last warning. Are. You. Sure. Because when this train begins, there is no stopping it until you are bred.” Again with the doubt! I trusted him, and while I was enjoying the dominance he was displaying, his demeanour was not something I had mentally prepared for. My mind screamed, “Do not do this!” But I brushed it away, and all hope of reversing this scene was lost when I answered him, “I have to know. I want to be a poz pig.” He weighed my answer with no change of emotion or expression, and without warning, he rammed his cock into me. I winced in surprise, almost burning my chest with the lighted cigar. “Then welcome to hell,” he growled in a low voice. “You’re going to die today. But don’t forget - you asked for it!!”

The bug chasing and gift giving sections on this site are quite popular, so the timing of when poz guys go on meds is directly relevant to a lot of the guys on the site since it's kinda obvious that the longer you stay off meds the more bug chasers you're likely to poz. The main study that people cite when they tell you to go on meds immediately after infection is the START study. You can read the result of the study here: Initiation of Antiretroviral Therapy in Early Asymptomatic HIV Infection That study divided people into 1) start right away, or 2) start when the person's CD4 (t-cell count) was around 350 (which is above 250 where the person would be diagnosed with AIDS). Most medical professionals will tell you that you improve your odds of staying healthy by going on meds as quickly as possible. And that's technically true, but the benefits of going on meds quickly aren't as large as they often imply. The first thing to realize is that the word "significant" in a scientific study has a different meaning than it does in everyday use. Statistical significance is directly related to the sample size used in the study (the number of people being studied). The rule of thumb is that sample sizes of 1,000 or more will result in statistically significant results. The START study had a sample size of 4,685. Because they have a sample size 4x bigger than is needed all of their results are statistically significant. So when you read the results of the study (or read someone talking about the study) you can ignore the word "significant" - in this context it doesn't mean what it means when it's used in everyday conversation. Since all the results are statistically significant, it's literally meaningless. It's like reiterating "…and that was concluded off of a large study". For starters their big measure was whether someone had significant health complications over the study period which was 3 years on average. 42 people in the immediate start had complications, 96 in the delayed start had complications (page 799). So yes, you're a bit more than twice as likely to have complications if you delay the start. BUT 42/2326 = 1.8% over 3 years (so 0.6% per year) vs 96/2359 = 4.1% over 3 years (so 1.4% per year). If it were a matter of doubling a 10% risk, I could see the point. And from a public health perspective I get the point. But from a personal perspective a 1.4% chance of a complication each year isn't that much. They actually say as much… So if you're someone who already has serious health issues that would be complicated by HIV - absolutely go on meds quickly, because every little bit can help you. Or if you want to make sure you don't transmit HIV to anyone else - absolutely go on meds quickly. But apart from issues like that - it's your body, your health - you're allowed to choose not to go on meds right away. Do what makes the most sense in your situation. The other issue with the study was that six of the (numerous) sponsors of the study were pharmaceutical companies. Most of the discussion of this study makes it sound like it's imperative that people start HIV meds immediately. I worked in pharmaceutical marketing in the late 90s. We recruited "thought leaders" who would push other doctors to do what the pharmaceutical companies wanted them to do. The fact that a study that said that "the absolute differences were fairly small" is getting spun to "you must go on meds immediately" - that's doctors saying what the pharma companies want them to say. The pharma companies got their thought leaders to convince other doctors to say that. When it's done well the process is really subtle. I know because that was literally our job (for other drugs/conditions) - the company I worked for published journal articles for pharma companies and organized promotional and non-promotional meetings for them. The non-promotional meetings were often fairly ethical (e.g. getting the word out to busy doctors about a new, effective drug). But in hindsight the promotional meetings and the journal articles (where bad results are never published) were usually really unethical. The promotional meetings were often at ski resorts, or golf clubs. Even the quickie follow-up meetings were at really expensive restaurants. I should also mention that the START study was published in 2015 and there's been more research since then that's pointed to other possible benefits of starting meds early. But the research I'm aware of is mostly about whether people can be completely cured of HIV at some point in the future and those studies have hinted that there's the possibility that having gone on meds quickly will help in that respect - but AFAIK there hasn't been any firm conclusions on that since only about two people have ever been permanently cured of HIV (via a procedure with a 20% fatality rate - they were cancer patients so the risk made sense). And I want to make clear - I'm absolutely opposed to the "never take meds" folks. Yes, you have the right to commit suicide, but I'm never going to encourage someone to do so. And it literally is suicide to not ever take meds, or to take them haphazardly once you need to start them. The medical/scientific community generally agrees that you absolutely should go on them when your CD4 drops into the 350 to 500 range. Please go on at least by that point. A 1.4% per year risk of mostly non-fatal problems isn't crazy. But in the mid-90s (before ARVs came out) I cared for a lover who died of AIDS - it's not pretty and it is literally suicidal to want that experience when there are meds to prevent it. As a bottom line I'll repeat - it's your body - make the informed decision that you're most comfortable with. Your doctor should not make you feel like you're crazy if you want to wait a bit to go on meds (provided your CD4 stays over the 350-500 range).

I would love it... it would be amazing to be made love to, knowing I could feel a vaginal orgasm and even be impregnated for real. Ideally I'd be married and regularly bred with intimacy until I get pregnant.

Just realized, I'd never responded.... It went well. Managed to get a few loads in me, duct taped the door for a bit so you could just push it open. Posted an ad on bbrt and sent room number to those guys that were interested. Managed to get a steady stream while the ad was up. Maybe took 15 loads. that night, then it slowed down and had a lot of interest, but no-shows. There was another (hotter - muscled and beefy and bearded and hung) cumdump downstairs, so I think he got most of the cock. Still had a good time with those that wanted a thick brown butt to plow. Have to do that again. Soon!

Love it

YAY!! It’s like a birthday and Xmas gift in one toxic package

These are porn stars I would love to get fucked by: Sebastian Velmont - can I really take 13"? I would like to find out. Rhyheim Shabazz Tim Kruger Eduardo Picasso Mr Marky Antonio Biaggi Devin Trez Diego Mattos Aiden Ward John Thomas - he mostly bottoms, but I have seen him use his big dick a few times.

I didn't count the top, bottom and versatile responses, but I'm guessing the respondents to this thread are at least 50% bottom to versatile bottom. As a true versatile, I think there are some things bottoms (and total tops to a lesser extent) should consider. 1. Bottoms can get bred as many times in the same day as they can find someone to breed them. However very few men can cum more than a handful of times in the same day, and the reality is for a majority of guys it is only once. Since casual gay sex has returned to barebacking there has been a strong emphasis on taking the load instead of just enjoying having a dick in your ass. If you want to get more dick you will have to accept that you aren't going to get bred by every cock that plows you. 2. Orgies work best with lots of versatile guys that switch back and forth. Gangbangs may be hot to someone who is primarily a bottom, but by keeping the focus on just one bottom you are limiting the inspiration for the versatile guys. For example if I'm at a really active orgy, both fucking and getting fucked, I can keep going for hours and will cum 3 or 4 times. If I'm at a gangbang, I'm probably not going to get hard again after I cum the 1st time. 3. While versatile guys may actually fuck 2 or 3 times as many guys as we get fucked by, but because +50% of guys having casual sex are almost exclusively bottom, we spend 2 or 3 times as much time and effort trying to get fucked. Which on the hookup apps or even in person cruising skew the perception of the balance even more. The skew gets magnified even more by versatile guys that only top for specific types, and there are a lot of versatile guys that only top guys that are smaller, younger, hotter and etc.

They are very different. The tattooing is something one adjusts to, but some areas are more sensitive than others. My sleeve (which covers the entire arm, not just parts of it) varied in places. The forearm was fine. The elbow wasn't terrible, but thankfully short. The ditch (inside the elbow) was rough, but also short. The worst had to be holding the arm over the head for an hour or two while the artist did his job. All the blood drained out of my hand, and when I finally got to bring it back down, the pain was worse than anything I can describe. Took several minutes to get the piece of meat feeling normal again. Back side of the upper arm can be brutal. But with the piercings - it hurts for an instant, and then it's over. I said before that I screamed when the PA went in. Ten seconds after, I didn't feel it anymore. Same with the septum but with less screaming, just watery eyes and a big OW. Some people take it better than others. Here's my suggestion: take a stress ball you can squeeze in your hand. When the pain starts to kick in, put all the stress into that ball. Squeeze it as hard as you can, and remember to breathe. Grind your teeth if that helps you counter the pain. By no means should one EVER thrash about in the chair while the professional does their thing. Also helps to have a distraction. My artist had "Game of Thrones" on. Sometimes it was that 1920s crime drama with Cillian Murphy. Makes the time pass a little faster so you come out saying, "Over already?", and leaves you amazed how much they got done. Piercings are much shorter in duration: make a hole, put the jewellery in, and clean up any mess, and often don't require a distraction.

I had just turned 18, and I stopped at one of my local Adult Video stores. This one in particular had booths with glory holes. Eventually this hot Latino thug came into the booth next to me. Slides his hung cock through the hole. Long story short he bred my tight barely legal hole. That was the first time a stranger fucked me raw, that was the first time a stranger bred me. To this day I still have the biggest weak spot for Latino men.

I agree with 1-3 in that order. I prefer 5 over 4 though despite the cost because the TASTE of silicone lube isn't as repulsive as the taste of water-based lubes! Don't get me wrong. I put Vaseline on my lips every night before going to bed to keep my lips kissing soft! But I love to felch a hole after breeding it. And the thought of licking Vaseline in that instance just doesn't do it for me. It might be fine. But it might be gross!

Loving this so much 🔥🔥🔥

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.

fucked my baby boy (age 48) last night. he’s been my boy for 12+ years. I’d fucked him yesterday morning and the night before. both times he came before me. taking his cum and smearing it on my dick to fuck him with, well, isn’t that one of the hottest things . . . ? last night he didn’t cum at all. in bed going to sleep, he kept stroking my dick. like he’s asking to be inseminated. (that’s one reason why he’s my baby boy!) he spread out the drop cloth, and got on his back. I lubed his hole with oil-based boy butter. so dirty raw. I lubed myself with water based gun oil. Baby boy relaxed and gave me his hole He put his feet on my shoulders, exposing his hole for my use. My dick head homed in on it right away -years of experience. I’d put a wad of boy butter in him. Pushing slow, but deliberate. Watching him get over the hard part, which is my big , red, swollen dick head, at first. He has a giant dick, which flopped unused and semi-tumescent between us This one was all about me. I like being a selfish top, so yay. Ain’t nothing hotter than cum in the hole, and I am going to make that happen. Legs hooked over my arms, he goes practically limp, which I love. By adjusting my position, I can adjust the feeling of my dick in his ass. I’m stroking in and out. I can control the pace, the position, and the DEPTH . (And - funny now that I think about it, both of the #1 and #2 men (the boy being #2) in my life qualify for this - for both DEPTH means I hit bottom and can push a little deeper, and I feel this pop, like I am going thru a ring. Or like I’m am going around a corner.) Anyway I go deep until I feel that <pop>, and that’s what it takes. So hard to talk when I am fucking, but I say “THAT that is where I want to cum.” so deep. And I start shallow stroking in and out. His ass ring is jerking off my dick. He’s so compliant. Every stroke feels a little different. (Btw, I will stare you down while I nail your ass! This has just become known to me, how much I do this. I will try to look into your very soul when I put my babies in you! I like your face covered too, because it makes impregnating you hot in a different way. But I will look at you hard and long when I’m inseminating you, because the only thing I can focus on is hot it is, what we’re doing. Is this a fetish? I need to post elsewhere about this.) Anyway, me last night, stroking my dick in and out of my boy. Every stroke is different. I’m thinking . . .working on the art of making every stroke as long as possible - pull out until his outer ring grips me but I don’t pop out, then push in as far as possible until I feel that turn inside him, that deep spot where I tell him I want to cum. Yeah. As long as possible. as deep as possible. Faster. Faster. I am wrecking his ass making my dick feel good. Baby boy is letting me do it, which turns me on SO MUCH. Then I am shallow stroking his ring across my shaft, and pinning him down in slightly different ways to adjust the feeling, I am staring holes in him and whispering to him “My dick is so full of cum.” Because it was. So full. Ready to blow. Since I’ve been shallow stroking I do a few deeper strokes, trying not to be to rough, work my way back in deep. I’ve told him that’s where I am going to . . . . . . and the timing works out perfectly . . .I push in with my crazy swollen dick to the deepest spot I can get in him. His eyes go wide. I hold still and <pulse> <pulse> <pulse> <pulse> <pulse> <pulse> a dozen times is my norm <pulse> <pulse> <pulse> <pulse> <pulse> <pulse> And my big, swollen, just-having-cum dick slipped out of his ass. The ring of frothy precum, lube and ass juice around the base of my dick - hot or not? We clean up. Go back to bed. I hold him in my arms through the night with my babies swimming inside him. My baby boy.

Part 2. Darren never told me about the consequences of being poz. The fuck flu was rough. Drenched in sweat in the night, the body aches, it was awful. He didn’t tell me about the stigma I would receive either. Many of the gays in my area refuse to talk to me because I’m dirty. That is, except for Richard. Richard was an older gentlemen in his 50’s. He found me on G and wanted to meet up. It had been 3 months since my pozzing, and Darren had become a vicious asshole towards me. I ended up blocking my own creator. Richard was kind, respectful, and knowledgeable about sex in general. He understood I was poz and he invited me over to have dinner with his son, who he thought I could have a good relationship with. Richard was a man with salt and pepper hair, had a small belly, but big strong arms and legs. He was an attractive fellow, and his son… Well he never sent any photos of his son to me. At this point my sexual encounters were becoming more and more frequent, but it was certainly entertaining he wanted me over for dinner. It was a Thursday night, a warm evening in mid August. He had a boat parked out front, American flags hanging from the house, and a well manicured yard. He greeted me at the door, wearing a pair of gym shorts and a short sleeve t-shirt. Immediately, I gazed at his package. I could clearly see his bulge and balls. Absolutely massive. Richard invited me into the house, and out through the patio. As I walked by I noticed posters that were shockingly unexpected. Hot sexy men, military men, and various military medals decorated the walls. Interesting. Richard sat me at the patio table, overlooking a beautiful garden and pool. There was a privacy fence running the perimeter. As he sat down, he spread his legs, allowing his cock and balls to be visible to me. He knew it, I knew it, and Richard had a look on his face that said he was going to capitalize off of it. We talked about how I became poz. He stated that he grew up in a time where it was a death sentence, and he wanted me to convert him, since it’s no longer a death sentence these days. I agreed. Man, I’d get to poz a guy over twice my age. My boner was popping up again, and Richard saw it. Richard was a nice guy, truly. But I wanted to add the stipulation he was required to poz 5 other guys - minimum. He agreed. Richard brought out dinner. A buffet of select items to enhance sexual libido and experience. We both ate together talking about our night ahead. I had quickly forgotten his son wasn’t present. I was so turned on by him I didn’t really care. Once dinner was completed he took me to his bedroom and stripped off. His 9 inch cock swinging, as he hobbled over to the bed. I ripped my clothes off, and hopped on the bed. Richard then convinced me that he wanted to give me his last neg load, but that he had some kinks when he topped. He handcuffed me to the bed, wrists to the headboard. He then looked me in the eyes, deeply, he moaned at the sight of my young hole. Then something strange happened. He took a tooth brush, one that had been used with the toothpaste dried on. He slammed it up my ass, ripping and scraping every surface he could. My cries and whelps were useless, as the blood began to coat the brush. The mint of the toothpaste burned. Fuck it burned. Richard pulled the brush out of my ass and proceeded to vigorously brush his own teeth, spreading my virus in his mouth, all over his bleeding gums. “I’m going to give you a superinfection. I lied to you, and I am actually poz. I got my strain from a Russian Immigrate who was pozzed overseas. You will be so fucking toxic, and so fucking sick, you’ll be wasting by December.” Now I was scared. But it was too late. There was nothing I could do. I was bound up, and I took his cock. He shoved it in, my boy pussy and fucked me like none other. I could feel my guts exploding. I let out screams and whimpers and cried and to no avail, he fucked harder. Richard stopped, letting out a growl as he exploded inside me. Relieved, I was happy to be done with this. He was just too big for my young and inexperienced hole, but Richard wanted more. He began pumping my ass again, but this time, his cum provided lube that made the experience much more pleasurable, and he didn’t go as deep. Then the unthinkable thing happened. Richard called his son into the room, and a naked man appeared in the doorway. “Hello, pretty boy.” It was Darren’s voice. My heart started racing. I was really worried about what Darren would do to me now. “I own you. You WILL serve me. You WILL serve the bug. You WILL be super infected. You are mine, get it?” I nodded. Then Darren brought a man into the room, who had a blindfold on, and the man asked aloud “C‘mon, is it time to poz me yet?” Darren looked at me, with a smug look. “Alright, let’s make it up to me right here right now. Poz him, and I’ll forgive you.” Darren unlatched my handcuffs from the bed, and threw the man onto the bed with his father. A look at part 3 Darren really owns me. He REALLY owns me. No matter what I try to do he finds me. However, I’ve been pozzing guys for a while now, and my own cult is beginning to grow.

Great story mate and great writing

1 Moose of Colt Studios 2 Wade Neff 3 Leto Cruz 4 Mark Rutter 5 And whomever this man is What can I say, I like 'em uncut!

Incidentally, Monday morning on the 8th floor was interesting - I looked out of my room to find the corridor full of cops. About 8-9 uniformed police milled around one of the rooms just around the corner from mine for at least a couple of hours. I never found out precisely what the deal was, but someone mentioned an overdose, and someone else said someone had done something malicious. I didn’t dig for gossip; I’m not the sort of person who slows down to ogle car crashes. I was glad, however, that I had finally closed my door and called it a night before they arrived.

Only if I get to keep my dick and balls. Only trouble with that is that things down there would be crowded and probably messy.