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I'm so stupid. I thought everyone was honest about their status. I was wrong. I just turned 18 a couple of days ago and decided to hit the apps. It didn't take long for me to start getting messages. I've always had a thing for older men and about ten of them in their 40's or above flooded my mailbox. I was looking for safe sex and all but one wanted to breed me. I declined their offer but kept them as favorites just in case. The gentleman that won my virginity said he was neg and would use a condom. Two hours later I'm standing at his door nervous as hell. He opened the door and led me directly into his bedroom. He had me strip down and then remove his clothes as well. I noticed he had a few tattoos but it was kinda dark in his room so I really couldn't tell what they were. While on my knees removing his socks he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock down my throat. I didn't resist because I was there to serve. He fucked my mouth good for about ten minutes before holding me still and cumming down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow. He said he was clean so I had no worries about swallowing his cum. After he finished he had me get on the bed on my stomach. He got on the bed with me and spread my cheeks. He then starts eating my hole and helping me loosen up. Occasionally it felt like his fingernails would scrape my insides but I thought that was normal so I didn't say anything. After about 15 minutes of eating my hole and getting me ready he told me it was time to say goodbye to my innocence. I heard him open up the condom but I didn't look back to make sure he actually put it on. Big mistake. He slid his cock in slowly to let my ass adjust to his size. He was around 7 inches long and fairly thick. Not as thick as a coke can but close enough. Once my ass adjusted to his cock he held a bottle under my nose and told me to sniff. I did as he said and soon my head was swimming but I was hornier than I'd ever been in my life. He started fucking my hole slow at first. Every few minutes he would have me sniff the bottle again and by now my penis was so hard it was hurting. My ass loosened up more and he really started fucking my ass harder and faster. He had me take another hit of the bottle and I lost all inhibitions. I wanted to feel his cum inside me. I started begging him to flood my ass. He let out an evil laugh and said don't worry slut you're going to get more than just my cum. Just then he let out a primal scream and I felt his cum flooding my ass. Being so horny and high I started cumming myself without ever touching my penis. As the euphoria started wearing off I realized I had taken him raw and his cum was brewing inside of me. Before I had time to do anything he grabbed a butt plug and shoved it in my ass. Still dazed by everything that just happened I was strapped to the bed with my ass on display. I realized what happened and tried to protest to no avail. Because I wouldn't be quiet he put tape over my mouth and told me to shut up. Once I calmed down he told me that he was poz and not on meds. For some reason upon hearing this I had another orgasm without touching myself. My body shook from the orgasm. It dawned on me that I was now this man's cumdump for as long as he wanted me. I didn't fight it and just accepted my fate.

PART 3 The bedroom was small and dark, like the rest of the apartment. The fan tried moving the hot air around, but it was still muggy. He laid me on the bed on my back, raising my legs. I felt him tug on the thing vibrating in my ass. The vibration stopped. I grunted when he popped it out, feeling a relief as my ass was getting a break from the stimulation. He let my legs fall back to the bed. He began massaging my feet, the pressure feeling so good. He began working up to my calves and I groaned softly with the pleasure. My legs raised, he moved in closer, and I felt his hefty cock laying against my balls. “You want this so badly,” he said intently but softly. “Your boyfriend did, too. He kept coming back. He got nervous and ran off that first night, but he came back a few nights later. Ready for it. Wanting it so badly that he begged me for it.” I could picture it in my head. Jared here in this apartment, ass spread on the couch like I just was. Laying in this bed like I am now. This weird craving for Henry’s cock. Jared and I have fucked each other, so I know the sounds he makes. I know how he likes it. And now I realized he was wanting more than what we were doing. I remember the night just before he left for the summer when he pulled the condom off of me while we were fucking. Henry was massaging my thighs, then reached the sensitive spot on either side of my pelvis. Here he was more delicate, stimulating rather than massaging. I groan and arched my back. I didn’t know how sensitive this spot was. I started to writhe, losing control as he worked his hands up my torso. “I was deep inside your boyfriend, college boy. He’d never had raw cock before mine. You haven’t had it yet, either. I gave him what he really wanted …. What he was made for. I fucked him raw and put my seed in him. And you know what? Each time I did, he needed more. He kept coming back and I kept pozing his ass.” I felt his cock press harder against my pelvis, the sweat lubing his cock so it slid across my body. He pinned me with his body, the weight feeling so good on top of me. “Do the same to me,” I said quietly to Henry. He grinned, pushing himself back into a kneeling position between my legs. He lifted my legs,, pressing my knees to my chest. My muscles were so relaxed that I easily folded into the position. It felt odd, being compressed like that. I could feel him moving his pelvis, his cock brushing against my ass which was hiked up. He teased my ass with his cock while making out. Slowly he reached backward for some of the things he’d brought from the living room with us. I looked down the length of my body. I could see it. His raw cock. Long and hard as he slowly slicked with lube. There was no rubber. Part of me thought I should say something about a condom. Now was the time to do it. He’d put one on if he wanted to fuck me badly enough. But those words weren’t able to form in my mouth. I pictured Jared laying here like me, Henry doing the same motions, massaging his own cock as he spread lube across it. Jared gave into him; he took that cock raw and got pozzed by this man. Deep inside I knew I was going to do the same. Henry pressed a bottle of poppers under my nose, squeezing off one nostril then the other as I took a couple of hits. “Hold it in until I tell you to exhale.” I did as I was told, feeling the heaviness held in my lungs. “Exhale slowly.” I let it out slowly, again smelling the distinct odor of the poppers. The rush slammed me at once, my heart excelerating and a hot feeling moving up through my body and out across my arms, all my muscles relaxing. My head started to swim a bit. But what I really felt was an intense hunger in my ass. I started breathing heavier. Henry knew; he was towering over my body, watching me succumb, waiting for this moment. He didn’t miss a beat, rolling my legs back further so my feet were directly over my head. “Someone looks hungry,” he growled. I saw one hand go to his long cock and take aim. He pressed his body forward, and I lost sight of his cock as I felt pressure on my hole. I could feel the heat coming off his cock – the heat of his raw skin. No rubber, nothing between us. This wild, primal thrill went through me. I wanted to say something … anything … but couldn’t form a single word. All I heard was my heart pounding in my chest, and suddenly felt the sharp pressure of penetration into my bare ass. “Ahhh!” was the only sound I could manage to make. His raw cock continued to slide up into my eager hole, and I let out a soft whimper. I could feel his trimmed pubic hair brushing up against my spread ass. “That’s it, college boy. Just breathe. Your ass is so ready for this. It wants this. Just let those muscles wrap themselves around my cock.” I breathed deep and started to relax again, the anxious thoughts falling away as I felt Henry flex his dick inside me. I was swimming in the poppers, beer and thick summer heat. I looked at Henry, my eyes feeling kinda groggy, but my body totally awake. Henry stayed where he was, his thick cock sitting inside me, letting me get used to the feeling. I felt the heat of his raw skin against mine, radiating inside me. Then he began to move. It was a subtle movement at first, his dick just kind of massaging me from the inside. But his movements quickly became strokes, and he picked up speed. I was getting fucked — raw fucked. “How’s it feel, college boy? How’s that raw cock feel?” I’d never felt anything like this before. His cock glided in and out of my hole. I could feel the contours of his dick as it pushed and pulled at my hole. “Fuck! That’s amazing!” Henry responded by pushing my legs wider, holding my ankles, and staring down at me. His face was contorted with his own pleasure, and he even rolled his head back, closing his eyes, just feeling the sensations on his cock. Feeling himself deep inside me. He started fucking me harder. The sounds of skin slapping skin got louder, and I felt sweat dripping off him onto my abs. I was moaning now, totally lost in the fuck. “That’s it, college boy. Take my cock like your boyfriend does. I knew you were a fuckhole like he is.” “Fucking pound me!” I roared as he was pounding into me, my body shaking with each thrust of his cock. I wanted more! “Fuck yeah, fuckhole! Perfect little fuckhole,” he said, sweating pouring down his body. Henry started slowing down, then pulled out. He leaned back into a kneeling position again, panting. His dick was standing straight up, slathered in lube and wet with my ass. It was a deep red, raw, engorged from pounding my hole. “Fuck boy! This is intense!” “Did you cum?” I asked nervously. I felt a mix of fear and disappointment. Fear that he’d cum inside me — no one ever had. I’d always done the right thing and been fucked with a condom. But there was also a feeling of disappointment I didn’t understand. Did I want to get loaded? He already told me he is poz. But a part of me wanted to have that, to take that load. “No, college boy. You haven’t earned that, yet. You’re gonna know when it happens — you’ll feel it.” He rolled me onto my side, then laid down behind me. He lifted one of my legs. I felt him positioning the head of his cock to line up with my hole again. “I can’t take much more,” I said. “My hole is getting sore.” I felt his cock slide away from my hole and his body turned slightly. “Your boyfriend said the same thing the first time I gifted him.” He fumbled around for a moment, then pushed the bottle of poppers up under my nose, roughly pushing the bottle neck into my nostril. “Take four long hits, holding your breath between each one,” he ordered me. “This is what its like to be a fuckhole. You don’t just get pozzed. You have to earn it.” [Let me know how you’re enjoying the story. Can simply click the blue heart or leave a message. I’ll say I’m really enjoying writing this for ya’ll]

To have 4 big black cocks kinda run a mini train on you and to the have cum just be leaking out of your hole and down onto your nuts and inner thighs... I'm writing this as it just happened. I'm walking back to the way up now at blacks beach. I was up on the bluff, and I saw a couple different black guys. Two of them Circled back after fucking themselves and one of them made the comment, oh I love this. And he's started jacking off in front of my face. I started to suck his cock. He was the biggest, he must have been at least 9 or 10 inches and pretty thick. After him and his buddy started fucking me and came in me. They just left. Then a group of three more came around and two trickled back. And this one Asian guy almost cock blocked me and ruined it. But the guy came back. The fourth one, he's the only one who asked me I wanted his nut in my ass. Fucking amazing! They're all walking on front of me and I guess they're all friends. It really would have been nice to have the fifth one as well, but I'll take four. And if they weren't Eskimo brothers before, they are now! That takes this week's load total to 16. The most that I've ever had. And the day is not over yet nor is the weekend really.

It's almost 2.30am here now but I'm still reeling from a fierce foursome. A fuckbud had wanted to tag team me for a while. Told him that was fine with me if he could find another top. Instead he found two, a couple. Nice cocks too. Almost two hours of fucking. A cock in my ass almost all the time. Plenty of spit roasting. Sore as fuck but I got six loads in my ass and a delicious one down my throat. Fuck.... I want a repeat 😉

Finished with breakfast and the dishes cleared, the 4 of them ascended the stairs. "Dad, lover when we make viral love, I'd like you on your back while I lower myself onto your viral cock." MJ suggested. "Great idea!" TJ echoed. As they entered the bedroom, Matt said, "Though no less intimate, last night was about sharing our virus with you. Since that was taken care of, from now on it's pure viral lovemaking pleasure." Giving TJ's ass a squeeze, Ty said, "You've seen Matt and I making love and we do use a bit of lube, just a minimum to make penetration easier and the friction of our lovemaking is enough to break it down and ultimately it's skin on skin. I want that with you, my lover, my son." "Dad, my lover, I want the same with you!" MJ exclaimed. "Before we get the viral flu, I want to know the feeling of every ridge and vein of your viral daddycock. The same will have to be true for daddy Ty's viral cock, so if blindfolded I'll know the difference between lovemaking and fucking!" Matt gave Ty's earlobe a gentle nibble. "Our son is amazingly profound and romantic. You heard right, MJ and TJ are our sons, as well as our lovers." From the nightstand drawer, he extracted two tubes of lube and handed one to each of the young men. "We'll get on the bed and you men squeeze out a nickel sized portion to lube our viral cocks, anything left can lube your holes." On the bed, Matt and Ty were on their backs, viral cocks throbbing and leaking viral precum. Kneeling in front of them, MJ and TJ squirted out lube and coated their dads viral cocks and the remnants went up their own assholes. The young men straddled their dad lovers chests, lowering themselves on the viral cocks that made them. Moans of bliss filled the air as the four of them commenced their lovemaking. TJ and MJ pulled their dad lovers up for intimate kissing. Rocking back and forth, their viral lovemaking was passionate. Lovemaking sweat coated their chests, gluing them together. Matt was the first to reach climax and Ty followed a second later. Reluctantly, the young men rose, relinquishing the viral cocks, only to lick the remnants of their lover dads viral cum and their own ass juices, sharing it with their lover dads in deep kisses. "Lover dad, this is the happiest day of my life!" MJ declared. "I have the love of three beautiful QUEER men, men I'm in love with. TJ will agree with me when I say we've been blessed by beautiful viral lovemaking, their virus coursing through our bodies. Lover dad Ty, my love for you is just as strong and TJ, my lover, I love you with everything I have, everything I am. Today, I'm the luckiest QUEER man alive!" Almost on the verge of tears, Matt said, "We're 4 of the luckiest QUEER men alive! This calls for a celebration!" To be continued

A patient of mine suggested I should share my stories more widely, so I thought I'd try. This is what happened to me recently. I have more stories, if you like this. Hungry Cocksucker Carlo messages me pretty regularly, and luckily, about once every fortnight or so, we're able to meet up. He's an exceptional cocksucker, although he's not much for guys cumming in his mouth. Tonight, he messaged me at about 21:45, just as I was relaxing, and enjoying a toke or two of a joint. He asked if he could come over, and of course I said yes. About fifteen minutes later, he was at my door, announcing his hunger in his WhatsApp message. "I here. Pls fast I need suck." I'm not sure if I actually understand anything he tells me, either over text or in person. He's from South America, then spent time in Italy. English is his third language, and it shows. I went down and got him. Within thirty seconds of closing the door to my flat, he was on his knees, struggling to get my fly open. I'm not sure I've ever seen him this needy, and I pushed down my jeans and underwear, letting my cock free. I leaned back and let him go to work. As always, it felt amazing. His warm mouth nursed my dick and his tongue flicked across my slit, teasing me to stiffness. He took his time sucking me, pausing every few minutes to smoke a little bit of crystal from his pipe. Carlo isn't one of my clients; he's just a guy I play with on a regular basis. Still, he reminds me of many of the men I do work with with how much of his life revolves around his cock hunger and drug use. I'm not sure if he's ever serviced me sober, and of course, I've helped him get high many times. Tonight, he needed no urging from me to suck my dick or hit the pipe, and soon we were both enjoying a great blow job. I was in my favorite chair, and he was kneeling in front of me, bobbing up and down on my dick. Occasionally, we'd pause, long enough for him to smoke some, and for me to enjoy another toke. Then we'd both do some poppers, and he'd return to servicing me. We lasted a little under an hour, but then he needed to head home. As always, I was disappointed that I couldn't cum in his mouth. But it was still an amazing blow job. He put away his pipe, quickly got ready, and headed out. I jerked my dick for a while longer, before blowing my load.

Yes. It arises most often in places where closeted guys hang out. Bookstores for sure. Also sites that cater to anonymity like sniffies or doublelist. Yes. I've used a similar line when it's been appropriate. And I've also explained why that is. Maybe he gets turned on by getting bred by poz guys? Seems to be a fairly common fetish. Here's my approach to this question: When I first was coming out of the closet, waaaaaay back more than 30 years ago (back when being poz meant you were gonna die horribly), I was very fortunate to run into a guy who helped me overcome my trepidation about coming out. Back then, I wouldn't even walk through the local gayborhood for fear that some random passerby might see me and think I was gay. We actually met online, believe it or not (if you ain't ever used vi to compose an email, elm to send it, news to catch up on things, and irc to chat, then you're an internet n00b. Also, get off my lawn.) He took me out to dinner at a restaurant in the ghetto, then took me across the street to my first gay bar, then took me to his place for sex. Afterwards I told him, "Well, if there was any doubt in my mind that I was gay, you've completely dispelled it." And he also talked to me about HIV, how to protect myself, etc. In short, he did his best to help me along with coming out as an empowered and informed homo. I only saw him one more time after that. Can't remember much of anything about him really, except how kind and patient and caring he was with me. But I'm grateful for him to this very day. So I always try to play that role for others when the opportunity presents itself. I remember how scared I was back then, of other people finding out, of how my life would change, and yes, of dying. As soon as I made the connection in my head and "came out" to myself as gay, one of my first follow-on thoughts was that there was no way I'd ever live to see 30. This guy showed me that that didn't have to be the case. So I try to do the same for others who are just beginning to explore their sexuality. Very often, they don't know where to find answers, or even what questions to ask. Even in this day and age. There are times I don't want to. I get tired of being confronted with HIV stigma yet again. There have been times where my response to some guy rejecting me on sniffies because I'm poz has been to go on a bit of an educational rant in the public advertising area and work out my frustration that way. Do I have to? Yes, I think I do. I think we all have the obligation to care for each other. To help take that fear away. To help empower our fellow faggots. To show our peers that, you know what? Maybe your family is shit and your "friends" are homophobes and your neighborhood sucks, but here, in our community, I am going to look out for you and show you how to look out for yourself and most important of all, respect and love and care for you for who you are. That's the gay community I want to live in. Slutty and demented and nasty and piggy but also caring and respectful. So that's who I try to be.

Chapter VII The day finally arrived. Not only would we offer Jeff to Bacchus but Luis as well. The sky was clear and once dusk came, the moon appeared as luminous as ever. There was also a change in both of our mood. Victor and I felt more energized and focused. Since the gentlemen were scheduled to be by midnight, Victor and I had ample of time to fuck each other, incessantly edging without a single drop of precum. When one of us felt as if we were about to climax, one of us would pull down the other's balls. We knew that we had to save our seed for Luis. We chose to conduct the ritual in the master bedroom, where we would have a better view of the sky. The windows and balcony door set open to allow the evening wind cool us. The sling was readjusted to face the bed, so that both gentlemen could take a glimpse of the other getting rammed by us. More candles were lit this time and Victor revealed a chest filled with quartz, crystals and some antique pendants. They were strategically placed around the room to encourage a sort of 'flow' as Victor puts it. Hemp ropes were placed at each bed pillar and for the sling, platinum chains that hooked onto high grade buffalo leather straps. A necessary upgrade for a sacred event. Luis and Jeff both came on time. They had introduced each other while waiting for us to open the door and they seemed to get along well. Though it was obvious that Jeff did most of the talking with Luis nodding in yeahs. Victor and I were dressed in a black priest robe made of silk. The rope that was tied around the waist had a ruby marble ball on each end. Underneath, we were bare naked. I had a silver buttplug in me while Victor chose a leather studded cockring. The first thing that Luis said when the door open was "Wow.." Jeff, "Nice.." "Welcome, gentlemen. We are very grateful that you both are here tonight. Never did I see my love Drew here being dedicated to the true God. Though it's just us 4, I must say that the progress made has been quick, given that I found the faith 3 years ago. Drew was the first person who I revealed my faith to and by chance and the blessing of the true god of pleasure, I found a purpose that I had to attend to. So thank you." Victor was always good with his words. As we climbed up stairs, I informed both men that it was expected if something out of the ordinary happened. Power outage, fallen objects or just a weird hunch. I had to remind them that the aura of that night is no like other. Jeff tried to keep a straight face but Luis listened still. Only after we entered the room did Jeff begin to understand what I meant. When Jeff stepped into the room, he felt as if a wave had swept his consciousness. His expression immediately got serious. "Now I see..." Somehow, his eyes seemed to be brighter than the rest of us. Perhaps our seed is starting to awaken him. Though none of us had started smoking, we started to experience a strange erotic sensation that heightened our senses. Without a word, each of us knew what we were supposed to do next. Luis looked at Victor and threw himself on the bed while Jeff winked at me as he got on to the sling. The only noise we made were quiet moans of approval and purrs when we touched each other. Both men were now strapped at the limbs, tight but comfortable. Victor was now kneeled at the end of the bed, facing Luis, caressing his body and pinching his nipple. His back faced mine as I stood in front of Jeff, gaze unbroken. The silence was finally broken when Victor began to proclaim, lifting both arms. Like before, his voice sounded deep, distorted but in harmony. "Tonight, we offer not just one, but two mortals for you, Bacchus. We give you a pair to prove our devotion to you, our willingness to sacrifice ourself to you so that we seek the true pleasure that you promise. The seed of my tribe will flow through these new devotees and as we grow in numbers, we will strengthen our devotion to you. Our faith is unbroken and we fully pledge ourselves to you, Dionysus. We beg you to bless us and accept our offerings tonight." It was now 1 AM. As Victor ended his proclamation, the wind flowing into the room was now stronger and the air was cold and thin. The room also got brighter from the candle's light turning more intense. With only the sound of the leaves rustling and the drapes dangling, we were quiet once again. Victor and I took out our pipes and shotgunned our new followers. Jeff's ass was as smooth as ever, but I know that my goal tonight was to inseminate him accordingly. It had to follow what the faith would demand. The way I fucked Jeff that night was slower than usual, and I could see how devoted Jeff now was with the way he looked at me. Just through nods we could understand each other. It was as if we were telepathic. At intervals, I pinched both his nipples and unlike before, he didn't let out a single cry. My head was also close to his, with me arching toward him, penetrating myself into him deeper. We were sweating and as we made out, I tasted the swear on his upper lip. I was surprised at my endurance. My pace was consistent and I never took a break. Even with T I would be tired but that night, I could tell that something took over me. Jeff too. All of us. Jeff's gyration was in sync with my thrust and the mild moans we released did no justice to how we felt. The gaze we had was pure devotion. Our fuck served as a vessel to gain the rewards and pleasure that were promised. A sacred lust that many would consider heresy. As for Victor, he had more work than me since Luis was going to receive the seed for the first time. He had his PA on tonight, and he was determined to give Luis a little booty bump. They were already experiencing religious ecstasy. The T was just an enhancement to it. After all, it was excess pleasure that proves one's devotion to Dionysus. The more elevated one can be, the closer they would reach Him. Luis' expression now changed. He was smirking in a sort of mischievous way. His eyes wider than ever. Looking at Victor from below, with their reflection behind, Luis finally released his inhibitions. "Bacchus, I surrender myself to you though my new leader, my maker. Victor" Victor nodded and got down to peck him, praising him as he fondled Luis' exposed body. As usual, Victor hovered his lips across his body, leaving pecks and licks on his sensitive parts, electrifying Luis. He rimmed Luis' hole in circles, pushing his tongue in and never missing a moment to taste his insides. His fingers then entered, going in and out with more of the T lube and the only noise that can be heard was the moan Luis was making, coupled with short breathes. Victor maintained strict focus in fingering Luis, glancing with envy at him. A believer's first sacrifice is one of the most precious form of pleasure there is. It is as close as one could get to being touched by Bacchus. Satisfied with his hole, Victor now lifted his legs on to his shoulder after loosening the ropes that kept him still. With both his palms holding the twink ass, he took his time to knead them, scratching both sides with his nails. With less than an inch away from his hole, Victor started to tease his cock, resting the PA around his hole. The coolness from the metal made Luis flinched and caused himself to pant more. He then widened his legs to clamp himself onto Victor, who accepted the embrace without getting his cock closer. The look of desperation that Luis made while being silent in his glossy innocent eyes gave Victor a spiritual high, a sort of bravado that certified his role to lead his devotees. Soon, that innocence in Luis would be wiped off. He will be liberated like the rest of them. What Luis was experiencing went beyond his expectation. He thought he would only be pozzed, and they would just smoke while speaking in gibberish Latin. Nothing came close. The way he felt, acted and responded were different. He knew he was conscious, but it felt as if he was now being influenced, or dictated by something supernatural. He wasn't the only one experiencing this. Everyone else too seemed to be in a sort of frenzy. Since they entered the room, barely anyone spoke. The ritual they were performing was synchronous to their hidden desire. The full moon had unlocked and released the debauchery they were in and they were enjoying every second that passed. As Victor pushed himself forward, Luis' opened his mouth in awe of how huge Victor's girth was. His insides widened and he moved himself towards Victor, showing how receptive he was to letting Victor in him. His hole was still tight, even after the foreplay and Victor was almost stuck at first when the head of his cock entered. With little mercy, Victor knew he had to force himself. In a single move, he readjusted Luis' legs on to him and quickly pulled himself in. There were no screams but a few drop of tears did formed in Luis. Immediately after, the pain subsided to satisfaction, with his insides now taking the full shaft. Once there was no spasm in his hole, Victor started to thrust into Luis, legs rested on both shoulders and ass wide for full comfort. Both Victor and Drew were penetrating at similar paces. The moment they were both at the exact same pace, a new wave of energy began to crept into the room. The movements they were making were in sync, close to being mechanical. It was also at this point did they realize that they were going to reach climax soon. They had spent almost 5 hours in the room. No one could keep track of how. long they were fucking. The wind got stronger, lifting the drapes and shutting the door. The candles glowed brighter and brighter. Luis looked up and saw what Drew had seen before. The ram got bigger and started to animate itself, creeping out of the wall to get closer to Luis. Victor, not missing a beat, also witnessed the ram and his head now tilted forward, as if the sky was calling him. Staring into the ram, Luis heard a voice.. "Your devotion to Him, your submission to Him, do you fully mean it?" In his mind, Luis was affirmative. "This decision is final and irreversible. Do you yield to Him?" Again, Luis agreed. At that moment, Victor couldn't hold himself any longer. Neither did Drew. They both came at the same time. The wind swept in again and the candle was no longer lit. With only the moonlight, they saw themselves glistening. It was as if they were rejuvenated. Both Jeff and Luis felt as if their hole was on fire, but strangely it cooled within minutes. In typical pig fashion, Drew ate his cum out of Jeff to feed to Luis while Victor fed his to Jeff. Dawn began and with the sky gradually turning itself blue, the men could now sense that they were now back to where they were. The mood got casual and they were now speaking freely. Before, it wasn't as if they were incapable of speech, it was as if they knew that speech was unnecessary. Their devotion required full focus and attention towards one another. Evidently, something did affect their behaviour. That something can also be said to solidify their faith. 2 weeks later, Luis and Jeff moved in. Luis kept his look like before as he wouldn't say that he had been reborn, but enlightened. Jeff on the other hand found his true self. He was still packing, chest broad and physique built as always. Though he now kept his hair in a bun and spotted a mid length scorpion above his navel, with its sting trailing down to his crotch. Victor had also convinced him to get some jacobs ladder. It would be a waste to not decorate his fat cock. It was also time that Jeff would start scouting and eventually top more, further justifying the piercing. Additionally, since that night, fortune started to favour these modern heathens. Wealth appeared in the form of scratch cards, stocks and sudden wills that the men were in possess of. For Victor, business was booming exponentially. Drew would never work a day in his life after playing with stocks. Jeff always won when he gambled and Luis, well Luis managed to make bank in publishing his studies on the occult. Like all things, the moment of prosperity that occurred was temporary. Only Victor could tell when a new offer was needed. He would either have vivid dreams of speaking to a minotaur or signs that were considered as bad omen would appear. He still could recall how after Drew had been with him for about a few months, a black raven flew itself into the house, breaking a window. Its blood shimmered, similar to the kind of glow he would see during his rituals. He was lucky to find Drew as most of the work went to him. Drew had made charts and documents that would help him procure more followers. He has also theorized that maybe if they found someone who had already been religious and is a devout follower of a certain faith, then the appeasement that would come from it would be even greater since it would take more than just convincing or influencing someone to abandon their faith in exchange for another that puts pleasure as the highest form of attainment. He had to find a closeted Christian, or a Mormon. Anyone that was spiritual by default. If he could get someone who spent most of their lives being faithful to a certain belief to replace their faith with the kind of belief that he worshipped, then he can truly exert real power.

Part 4: Dominic takes Will “Take of your pants.” He said. I backed away and unbuttoned my jeans, kicking off my shoes. With my pants to the side, I ran my fingers along the waistband of my boxers, hesitating for a moment. I watched as Dominic removed his pants, revealing a jockstrap underneath. We stood almost naked taking each other in. I slipped of my boxers, revealing my cock and balls. Dominic smiled. “How big are you?” he asked. “I’m six foot,” I said. “No,” he said. “How big is your dick?” “I don’t know.” Dominic turned and moved to his desk, opening a drawer and taking out a tape measurer. “Get hard,” he said, walking to me. I reached down and started jerking my cock, though seeing Dominic in his jockstrap was doing enough on its own. With him standing so close to me, I could feel his warmth. It was intoxicating. “There,” I said, pushing out my pelvis for him to see. He kneeled down, holding the measuring tape out along my shaft. “Eight inches,” he said. “Big boy.” “Is that good?” He smiled up at me. “That’s perfect. Just think, this cock was almost wasted on an ungrateful woman. Good thing I got to you first. Still, it also means that I’m still king.” He removed his jockstrap, revealing a semi-erect cock that took my breath away. “Ten inches and thick.” “I don’t think I can take that,” I told him. Feeling once again worried about my choice. “Don’t worry,” he said, kissing me again. “We’ll go slow… at first. Here, wear this.” He handed me his jockstrap. I looked inside and found some stains. I assumed they were cum and piss stains. Normally, I would recoil, but now, taking it from Dominic, I wanted nothing more than to wear it. As I lifted a leg, he reached out and stopped me. “Smell it first,” he said. Slowly, I raised it to my nose and breathed in, my head spinning from the smell of sweat, piss, and cum. I wanted more. I breathed in deeper, pressing the fabric to my face. My tongue slipped out and ran along the fabric, tasting him. “What do you think?” he asked. All I could do was moan. “Put it on.” I hated that I wasn’t going to smell or taste him, but he wanted me to do what he said. I slipped it on, finding the pouch a bit larger than needed. He really was a big guy. Now with his jockstrap off, I could see the tattoo his towel had been hiding. It was a biohazard symbol, the type you see near fallout shelters. It meant to stay away. For me, I wanted to get closer. “Kneel down,” Dominic said. I did as I was told. He stepped closer, his cock in my face, hard as a rock. “Taste it,” he said. I opened my mouth and took in his mushroom head. I’d never tasted someone else. Not like this. Already my jaw was straining to take him in. On my tongue I could taste his precum. It was sweet. “That’s it, baby,” he said, running his hand through my hair, holding on to the back of my head. “Take in a bit more.” He pushed his cock further into my mouth, invading my throat. I started gagging. “Don’t worry,” Dominic said. “You’ll learn to fight that. You’ll have to. How’s it taste?” His cock fell out of my mouth, saliva dripping down my chin. “It tastes amazing.” He slipped his cock back into my mouth, his hand guiding me further down. I gagged again. There was no way I could take him all. I wanted to, but I knew my limits. I bobbed on his cock, trying to keep my teeth away. I knew little about blowjobs, but I knew you weren’t supposed to use your teeth. I looked up and saw Dominic’s head tilted back. “Is it alright?” I asked him. He looked down at me, a wide grin on his face. “You’re a natural,” he said. “We’ll have my whole cock down your throat in no time.” “How?” “Practice,” he said. My cock was throbbing against Dominic’s jockstrap. I reached down and started rubbing, moaning with pleasure. “A born cocksucker,” Dominic said, watching as I pleasured myself, trying to shove more of his cock into my throat. I was halfway. “Time for something new. Get on the bed.” I stood up and followed him to the bed, crawling to the middle. He went to his desk again and pulled out a tube and small vial. “These will make everything easier,” he said, turning to the bed and climbing up next to me. “Spread your legs. Let me see your hole.” I did as I was told. Several men had seen me naked at the gym when I went in to shower. That experience wasn’t new. Having someone else see my butthole was a new experience. I had yet to have a prostate exam, and other than the fooling around I had done days before, it had been an area unexplored. Dominic looked down and then at me. “You’ll need to open wide for me,” he said. “Pull your knees up to your chest. Show me.” I pulled my knees up to my chest, stretching in ways I’d never done before. “Beautiful,” he said, reaching down and running his hand over my hole. I flinched. “Sensitive,” he said. “Let me see what I can do.” He slipped off the bed and leaned down, bringing his face to my hole. “You’ll enjoy this.” My body seized and I gasped. I looked down and saw only the top of his head as his mouth was open around my hole. I could feel his tongue licking. Is this sanitary, I wondered? Do I care? I’d never felt anything like it. My body shuddered, his tongue probing even deeper. I could feel him enter me. I looked down again and saw his eyes watching me. The same ferocity was in his eyes. He was eating me, devouring me. After minutes of this passion, he moved back and took a deep breath in through his nose. “You smell good,” he said, licking his lips. “You taste even better.” “Really?” He smiled. “It’s time to open you up,” he said. “Here, open his bottle. Close your one nostril and breathe in deep. Try to hold as long as you can.” “What is it?” I asked him. “It’s called a popper.” “Is it a drug?” I asked him. “I don’t do drugs.” “Don’t worry,” he said. “It’s an aid. It’ll help you open up.” I nodded and unscrewed the lid. I held it to my nose, held one nostril closed, and breathed in deep. I almost dropped the bottle as my head continued to spin. I felt light, a warmth rushing through me. At the same moment, I felt something push against my hole, forcing itself inside. I looked down and saw Dominic’s hand out of sight. His eyes met mine. “One finger in,” he said, starting to move in and out. He took the bottle and squirted something on his hand. “Take another hit, and we’ll try for two.” I did as I was told. “Good boy. How about three?” I was in another world. I took two more hits. “Four.” Another two hits. He smiles at me. “That’s five, baby.” His hand pumped in and out of me, my hole open. “Looks like you cut yourself,” he says. “What happened there?” “My finger,” I told him. “It… slipped.” “Sure it did,” he said. “It might open up a bit. That’s not abnormal. Trust me. Sometimes there’s blood.” “Blood?” “Don’t worry,” he says. “Don’t you trust me?” My breath caught. “Of course.” “I think you’re ready,” he said. “Wait,” I said, arresting his attention. “Do you… I mean… do you have a condom?” His face falls. “I don’t use condoms,” he says. “But, don’t you have to?” “If you’re afraid of knocking a woman up, sure,” he said. “But between men, never. There’s nothing like feeling skin against skin. That’s where the true connection exists, feeling your partner’s body, their most sensitive points and places. That’s what it’s about.” “I’m just, I’m not sure,” I told him, my legs dropping from my chest. “I don’t fuck with condoms,” he told me. “I can’t stay hard with one on. Real men don’t use condoms. If you don’t agree, you can leave. That’s up to you.” I saw him leave the bed, standing at full height, his cock curving up, fully hard. Never had I seen anything as beautiful as the man in front of me. I wanted him. I wanted him more than anything. I thought of my dream and how much I had wanted it to be real. Now it was. Why would I lose this chance willingly? I grabbed my legs and pulled my knees back to my chest. He smiled. “Alright then,” he said. “Time to take your virginity.” Dominic crawled onto the bed and returned his hand to my hole, massaging it. “I’ll go slow at first,” he said, “but once I’m in, I won’t be able to stop. Understand?” I nodded. “Then here we go.” He lined up his cock to my hole. “Take another hit,” he said, nodding to the vial. As I breathed deep, I felt what must have been his entire hand pressing against my hole. “Almost in,” he said, smirking. There was a searing pain, my body willing me to move away from this unexpected intruder. “Don’t back away,” he said as if he could read my mind. “There,” he said. “The heads in.” “Just the head?” I asked. He laughed. “Let’s keep going.” The pain increased as he pushed more in. “Keep breathing,” he told me. My hands were shaking, losing the hold of my legs. Dominic grabbed my ankles and held them steady, spreading my cheeks even more. His eyes closed as he continued to surge forward. “Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel so tight. It’s been years since I had a virgin ass to myself. Tell me, baby. Tell me your ass is mine.” “My ass is yours,” I whimpered, still trying to push through the pain. I felt like I was being torn in half. My heart was pounding. How much more of this man existed that was still outside of me? “Almost there,” he said, biting his bottom lip. “Just a bit more.” For a brief moment, I thought I was going to die. A ten-inch cock was entering my body. How was anyone able to handle anything so big? I thought of my own cock, knowing it was only two inches shorter. Would someone feel this way if I fucked them, I wondered? A new sensation met me as I felt hair press against my ass. I looked down and saw Dominic’s pelvis pressed against me, his pubic hair mixing with the hairs on my balls. “You did it,” he said, smiling. “All ten inches. You’re not a virgin anymore.” I’m no longer a virgin, I thought. There’s no going back now. “I’m going to wait and let your ass grow accustomed to my size,” Dominic said. “Alright,” I said. “Daddy,” he said. “What?” “Call me Daddy,” Dominic said. “Say it. Call me Daddy, Son.” “Daddy,” I repeated, the word hanging in the air. Dominic smiled. “What do you want your Daddy to do, Son?” “I want you to fuck me,” I said. He raised a brow. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy,” I corrected. He slid out of my ass and then slowly pushed himself back in, causing me to wince. “Who does your ass belong to?” “You, Daddy.” He pulled out again, pushing back in, this time with more force. “Who does your body belong to?” “You, Daddy.” Out and in. “Who does your soul belong to?” “You, Daddy.” “And who will you listen to and do whatever he tells you to do?” “You, Daddy.” “Who’s your master?” “You, Daddy.” “Who do you want to convert you?” “You, Daddy.” “That’s fucking right,” he growled, his pace quickening. I could feel his cock all the way up in my chest, reaching for my heart. With every thrust, he hit a spot in my body that I’d never felt before, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. “You feel that, Son? That’s your prostate I’m hitting. Only the biggest dicks can make you feel that way, obliterating the spot that makes men quake.” My hand was down to my crotch, reaching beneath the jockstrap, grabbing my cock and balls. I was the hardest I’d ever been. Precum was oozing out of my piss slit, collecting in my pubic hair in puddles. “Let me see that cock,” Dominic said. I pushed the jock’s pouch down beneath my balls, my cock springing to life. A drop of precum flew through the air and stuck to his treasure trail. Without missing a beat, he left go of my ankle and collected the precum on his finger, bringing it to his mouth. He moaned. “You taste so sweet,” he said. “So pure. So clean. Let’s see if we can change that.” His pace quickened, the bed shaking beneath us. He started grunting as I moaned, my body unable to contain the waves of ecstasy flowing over me. I took hold of my cock again and started pumping, stopping as Dominic’s hand grabbed my wrist. “Don’t jerk off,” he said. “I want to see you cum hands free.” “Can I do that?” I asked. “Only when a big cock is inside you,” he said. “You’ll see.” He pounded harder. His breathing started to quicken. “I’ve got a huge load for you,” he said. “I can feel it boiling in my balls. Tell me where you want it, Son? You don’t want me to waste it on your stomach, do you?” “No, Daddy,” I said. “You only want it in your ass, right?” “Yes, Daddy.” “Tell me that’s where you want it.” “I want your cum in my ass, Daddy.” “You want me to convert you?” “Yes, Daddy.” “You want me to knock you up?” “Yes, Daddy.” “You want me to make you mine forever?” “Yes, Daddy. Make me yours forever. Cum in my ass.” “You’ve got it,” he growled, pushing as far into my ass as he could, his head thrown back as he cried out. “Fuck. I’m cumming. I’m cumming in your ass, Son. Can you feel it?” “Yes, Daddy. I can feel it.” I could feel his cock throbbing, a warmth spreading inside of me. At that very second, my own cock came to life, shooting ropes of cum into the air, splattering down on my face, chest, and stomach. Taken over by the pleasure, I scooped up my cum and started shoveling it into my mouth, relishing the taste of my first hands free cum. “I’m still cumming,” Dominic cried, looking down at his cock. His body was shaking with each pulse. “Fuck. It’s like it won’t stop.” “Don’t stop, Daddy,” I said, still bringing my cum to my mouth.

I used to go once or twice a week to Slammers in Fort Lauderdale. An apologetic fuck club for horny dudes. I often posted up in the darkroom lubed and wide open waiting for as many cocks as I could get to breed me. I was quite well liked if I must say so myself Several nights I took 10 -12 hard cocks pounding my juicy hole. That was my record, until....one night I was all dressed up in my leather chaps, leather jock and the obligatory 'bottom' hat. I started in the very public sling. I slid myself in and hooked my boots in the stirrups and very quickly a crowd formed. 6, 7, 8 hard cocks surrounded my. I was jerking and sucking them with an immense hunger! Then I saw a big, handsome muscular black man push through the crowd with an enormous hard cock! Had to be 10" minimum! He looked at me, pumped some lube on his hand and slathered it on his cock before he slid it inside me and pounded me for what seemed like an hour. I saw his eyes roll back and felt his cock spasm as he shot his creamy load inside my ass. He pulled out and three more big cocked black guys and a hot Latino boy took turns mercilessly pounding my ass and seeding my hungry ass. When the crowd died down around the sling I made my way into the dark room and immediately started getting pawed. A strong, sweaty man grabbed my hips and forced me over the table in the room and stuck his fat cock in me before I even got my elbows down to bend. He fucked me like he was hate fucking his worst enemy AND I FUCKING LOVED IT!!! I was moaning and crying out for it harder and deeper when his load filled me up! I took 16 more total loads that night! FUCKING YUMMY!

got two loads in the dark room in club Orlando and got fucked by 4

🤣 People like boxes - woman vs man, black vs white, gay vs str8, bottom vs top, ... ad naseum. Boxing people in makes things simpler. Versatility is all about being open minded. When I tell a "bottom" that I'm vers, the 1st question from the "bottom" is always: "can you fuck?" 🤪 Maybe they're making sure I'm in a topping mood but I think it's mostly to put me into a box that fits into their sex makeup. For example: I'd be MORE than happy to shove some toys and frozen popsicles up his ass, and make a homemade porno of some other guy fucking his ass, even if I weren't in a topping mood. 🤩 I'll keep my mind open and stay vers.

PART 2 It wasn’t a long walk to his place. The sweat was dripping off me in the heat, and I was feeling a bit light headed between the heat and beers. I was relieved when we got to his place, climbing the steps to the third floor apartment in the old house. “I hope you have A/C,” I said. “I hope you like fans.” It was a small, older apartment. We walked in through the small kitchen. There was an old stove, and a table with two chairs. I noted there were some medication bottles sitting on the table. I could see part of the couch through the doorway into the living room. The air was pretty thick and stuffy. Henry went and turned on a couple fans while I just stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living rooms. Henry disappeared into the bedroom; I could hear a fan click on and some rustling. He came back out naked, his hefty cock semi-hard and swinging as he walked. “It’s a lot cooler without clothes.” I still only had my shorts on, and he got those off of me quickly. My eyes were fixed on his cock, which was getting harder by the second. I wrapped my hand beneath it, feeling the weight. It was growing longer, moderately thick at the base and tapering to a narrower head. “It’s good for working its way into tight spaces,” he grinned. I thought he would start playing with my cock, which had become totally hard on its own; instead, he reached back and ran his hand down the small of my back and between my ass cheeks. The sweat rolling down my back had slicked the route he followed down to my hole. I gasped as he pressed a finger right into my hole. It was rough and shocking, but sent this electrical jolt up into my body. “Seems college boys like their holes played with,” he grinned, then leaned in and started making out with me. His fingers kept massaging around my hole while one slipped in and out. The sweat wasn’t enough to make it slippery inside, but there was something hot about being roughly fingered — standing naked in this guy’s darkened living room. I groaned as he manhandled my ass for a couple minutes. Finally he reached up, wrapped his other hand around my head, and pushed me down toward his cock. “You have work to do before you earn my cock in that ass of yours.” I dropped to my knees in front of him, wearing only my flip flops. I love sucking dick, and I couldn’t resist getting to work on it. The shaft was already long and stiff, and it took me several attempts to ease it into the back of my throat. I gagged a bit as I tried to negotiate it deeper. Henry moaned softly. “That’s it, college boy. Deep throat that cock.” He rested on hand on the back of my head, coaxing me but not forcing. He was letting me do the work while he reaped the rewards of my cock worshipping. I was getting more turned on as I worked his cock, feeling the semi-hardon become rock solid in my mouth. It was hard to swallow the entire length, but I took a couple breaths, relaxed my throat, and slowly engulfed the whole shaft. Henry still didn’t push me.. I nuzzled my nose into his pubic hair, inhaling the scent of sweat and musk. My cock flexed with excitement. “Talented boy,” he said softly, almost reverently. He stroked my hair, still not pushing. I slowly backed off his engorged cock and looked up. There was pride on my face followed by a bit of a goofy grin as he sighed in pleasure. Without being asked, I descended onto his cock again, letting it slide past my tonsils and into my throat. Holding it there a moment, unable to do anything more. I felt saliva pooling and started to choke, so I pulled off quickly. “Get up on the couch, turn around so your ass is facing me. I want to eat that ass.” I knelt on the couch, my legs spread and chest against the back cushions. It felt hot offering up my ass that way, him kneeling behind me on the floor at the edge of the couch. I felt his hands massaging my ass; despite the heat in the apartment, his hands felt cool against my skin, and he started to gently blow on my hole. The sensation sent tingles through me again. I whimpered softly as he tantalized my hole. No one had ever played with it like this. Suddenly I felt a hot, wet sensation glazing my hole. I moaned, “ Fuck … that’s amazing….” “Like your ass eaten, do you?” He returned his tongue to my hungry hole. My body squirmed a little, the sensations coursing through me were so intense. He slapped my ass, shocking me and I yelped. “Look at this college boy!” He spread my ass apart and dove deeper into my hole with his tongue. His thumbs massaging the muscle surrounding my hole while his tongue probed me. “Oh fuck….” I whispered, overcome with the sensations. I’d never had my ass played with like this before. “Look at that…” he said as my ass convulsed, my hole naturally pulsing for him to see. “Someone’s ass is begging to be bred. Is that what it wants, college boy?” The word ‘bred’ struck me as odd on some level. I expected to hear ‘you wanna get fucked’ since my other hookups had said it. But he seemed to mean something else. A voice inside me wanted to ask about it, but it was last in intense sensations the assplay was bringing. “This ass is beautiful. Your hole is so pink. And so fucking tight, It doesn’t get used much, does it, college boy?” “No,” I said, suddenly feeling embarrassed and inexperienced. Did he think I was bad at this? Was Jared better at bottoming. I hadn’t bottomed much, and it had usually felt very clunky. Henry was doing it very different, and my ass felt amazing. Suddenly I was afraid he would stop. I turned to try and look behind me. He was still kneeling at the edge of the couch. His cock was standing straight up, even without him touching it. Deep down I felt a primal urge — a desperate need for that cock. “I want to get bred,” I said quickly, mimicking the word he’d used earlier. His face split with an intense grin, and his cock bounced up and down, twitching with excitement. “Do you now? I’m gonna make that happen for you. But first we need to loosen up that hole. He stood up, his long cock pointing straight out toward my ass. I thought he was going to start fucking me then, which made me tense with anxiety. “Stay right there,” he said, and instead of fucking me he disappeared into the bedroom. I felt awkward and strange, kneeling on the couch with my ass sticking out. I’d been fucked on all fours a couple times, but this felt very different. Kneeling here, my ass exposed, waiting ….. I couldn’t hear much over the whirring fans in both rooms. A minute later he returned with some small objects in each hand, but I didn’t recognize them right away. “FUCK!” He growled, “That is one hot ass!” His comment made me feel even more awkward; no one had ever talked like this before …. Talking at me, rather than with me. I felt more like an object than a partner. He knelt down behind me again, setting the objects down out of my eye sight. There heard a series of quick, short squeaks, then a smooth, cool liquid was being spread on pink my hole. His other hand reached under me and began glazing my hardon with the same liquid. My head snapped backward and I moaned. “That’s it, college boy. Just enjoy it. I’m gonna make you feel sooooo good. You’re gonna give me this ass, and I’m gonna give you something special in return.” His fingers began to probe my hole again. It was different than the rough fingering before; the lube he was spreading inside me made the prowling smooth. He worked his fingers deeper into me than he’d been so far. I felt the sharp pain of my hole being stretched, and I think I grimaced. “You’re fine,” he said calmly into my ear. “Just relax. Relax those muscles, college boy. It’s time to give in to the gift.” “Yes, sir” I moaned, suddenly thinking of the line I’d heard in a few porn videos. I’d never said it before during sex, but it seemed somehow right in the moment. The intense feelings were overwhelming, and I pushed my own face into the rough fabric of the couch. I couldn’t help but groan and his fingers probed me deeper, stretching my hole, all while he massaged my cock. “You’re gonna make me cum,” I begged. “Oh, that’s a long ways off, college boy. You have to satisfy my cock before you get to cum.” His fingers left my hole and I gasped at the relief. My heart was pounding and I was breathing heavy. The mix of the beers, muggy heat, and intense pleasure left my muscles feeling drained and weak all of a sudden. I kind of slumped over on the couch, needing to stretch my leg muscles. He grinned at me as I rolled onto my back. He pulled me forward a bit, so my ass what at the edge of the cushion. It was an awkward position because my upper body was half folded on itself, my lower back against the seat cushion, while my shoulders were pressed upright against the back of the couch. He was doing something out of sight beneath me, his eyes toward the floor. Then he looked up at my hole and pressed something cool and firm inside me. I winced, but he didn’t stop. There was a wired buzzing sound, and a vibration starting pulsing through my ass and up into my body. It was such a foreign feeling and I didn’t know what to make of it. “This’ll finish loosening you up, college boy.” He stood up, hovering over me. My body was oddly splayed on the couch, and I felt both awkward and powerless in the moment. My face was contorted with the mix of pleasure of weirdness pulsing inside me, my warms out to the sides, and my legs half holding themselves in the air. “You’re fucking hot,” he said. “I love seeing a college boy like this.” He reached down, grabbed my arm, and pulled me to a standing position.My legs felt wobbly, and my balance was off. He pulled me tight against him for stability, then kissed me deeply. He looked me in the eye. “I can see how confused you are. You want this so badly, but part of you is afraid because you’ve never let go like this. And you aren’t sure what is coming next, but deep down you know what is coming next and you really, REALLY want it. You’ve been told all these years you’re not supposed to want this. You’re supposed to play safe like a good, clean college boy. But the fact is you are a dirty slut and desperately want what you’re not supposed to have.” He looked at me intensely. “Isn’t that right, college boy? You want this?” I was silent. Conflicted. Everything he’d said was true. I wasn’t supposed to want this. I should grab my clothes and go. I was afraid because this guy was going to break all the rules. That’s what Jared had tried to tell me but couldn’t — Henry broke all the rules. He’d used Jared, broken his rules, and now he was going to do the same to me. The good boy in me wanted to run, but I was powerless to because I desperately wanted this. “Let’s get you into the bedroom where we have more room.” [If you’re enjoying the story, let me know. You can simply click the blue heart to keep inspiring the story.]

Chapter I I was never the wild kind. I knew when to say no and never drank more than necessary. The gym was my sanctuary and I would always play safe when I hook up, especially since I'm a total bottom. I was in my comfort zone, being 28 in Toronto, working in a startup developing mobile apps with a good surrounding. My health was great, my relationships were good and I believed that because I played by the rules, I would be rewarded sufficiently. It all changed though when I met Victor. Was it fate? Or chance? I always thought that if I wasn't stood up by the guy my colleague tried to set me up with at Woody's, I would've had a regular life now, ready to live in the suburbs with a clean shaven man I would call my husband. But no, it seemed as if my date was caught in traffic and had to rain check. Alone I sat by the bar, sipping my third gin and tonic for the night. I should leave soon, even if it's a Friday night. The bartender then handed me a glass of what I suppose was rum and coke, and informed me that it came from the man at other end of bar. With the excess lights and music, it was difficult for me to make him out that I had to tilt my head like a curious ostrich. When I saw him, it was too late to hide in the sand. He stood up and segued towards me. He had to be at least 6'1. Not too muscular, but fit nevertheless. With a black oversized tanktop, his biceps were defined, larger than average and his veins were popping. His pecs were also exposed, with his nipples showing at certain angles. Both sleeves had tribal tattoos in different colors. Under his nose was an 80s pornstache, and his head had a curly sort of mullet. He must've been at least in his late 50s, but he wouldn't look a day past 40. With the lights flickering across his face as he approached me, I could see how sharp his gaze was at me. He was also wearing a pair of leather chaps, jeans exposed by the crotch. He had a septum piercing, and was wearing a dogtag with a biohazard ring. What could it mean? "Hi, mind if I take this seat?" I said sure... stuttering a bit as I pulled the chair next to me. "Thanks for the drink, kinda need it." "Yeah, rough day?" "Not really, just got stood up. Rarely happens tho but my work mate isn't really best match maker" "Ah I see. Well, it comes and go. On the bright side, you get to meet me instead. I'm Victor." "Nice to meet you, I'm Drew. How long have you been staring there?" I questioned, trying to be a bit flirty since I might as well take the chance now. "Well, since you got in. Such a cute ass you have there. You got to tell me where you got those pants. And these too.." He started to touch my left ear and grazed his fingers on the piercings I had, smiling with his eyes locked on me. "Thanks, haha." I tried to reciprocate by bringing my stool closer to his and placed my right hand on his lap. His hand was now on my shoulder. We continued to break the ice and spent almost an hour talking, with him covering the tab and keeping the drinks coming. From my understanding, Victor is a video artist who lives off a hefty commission. He spent his early 20s in New York and only came back to Canada a few years ago. I was pretty captivated that I too was sharing a lot bout myself and was strangely attracted to him even though I don't go for older guys. Especially with his style. It was edgy, industrial and nothing close to the cookie cutter ivy league boys I'd go for. Perhaps it was his candor and demeanour that made got my attention. He doesn't speak as fast as most guys do, his voice lacked the usual anxious filled hesitancy. It was still effeminate, but full of confident. The stories he told me bout his endeavours were fascinating and we didn't break eye contact the entire time. "I don't know if this is your style, but do you want to get out of here? I don't live too far." Usually, I'm a prude and only kept fucking on the 3rd date. But given that I was stood up and another man showed up, and the alcohol had made me not overthink as much, I agreed. I thought maybe it's one of those nights where I'll let loose a bit and have those moments you say no regrets. And not an ounce of regret did I have since I met Victor that night. We walked to his place, about 10 minutes away. Hidden in a quiet alley was a townhouse. I didn't expect him to be this wealthy, I thought. We held hands during the entire time. His palm was callous, and his fingernails were sharp, manicured like a piranha's teeth. Probably part of his whole style. I don't know why but I was turned on by it. We head to the kitchen where he suggested that we should freshen up. "I know we've drank quite a bit, but I don't want to cut this time we're spending too soon and head to bed. Do you want to have more fun?" "What do you mean?" The right door of the fridge was pulled open and Victor took out some capsules with a bottle of gatorade. He grabbed 2 highball glasses from underneath the counter cabinet and placed it between us. "This is kinda of a fun drink. It's not alcoholic, but it does make us feel more at ease." In my mind, I was telling myself how I was always against drugs. With an distant cousin that never made it out of rehab due to heroin, the tales I hear from my parents kept me on a straight edge path. Even the occasional joints were something I would only participate in if everyone was in. "Don't worry, Victor. It isn't dangerous or anything. It's just a drink called G. I promise you'll be fine." I smiled at him and nodded. With a gulp, I drank a kind of liquid that tasted sharp like metals, forcing a deep gulp that took more than just courage. "See? Not too bad right?" Victor then approached closer to my face and pecked me. This was our first kiss. I returned the kiss and both our hands were now held on each other's face. With a short glance, we embraced again and made out. After about 5-10 minutes of continuous caress, I started to feel a bit lighter and a bit lethargic, but I was still conscious. Victor then asked if I would want to join him upstairs in his room or just hang where we were. Was it that obvious that I was a prude to him? I couldn't help but blush with how Victor was treating me. He acknowledged how inexperienced I was but respected it. "Yeah, show me your room." We climbed 2 floors up and opposite of the hallway was a double door. It opened to a room that was huge and luxurious. King sized poster bed, with black linen sheets. A few large candles stacked on both sides of the end tables and above the headboard was a large preserved head of a ram, horns protruding in a curl, pointed to the pillows. There was also an antique chandelier hung in the middle of the room, with one side of the wall covered in armoires that were dark oak. The floor was velvet maroon and it was obvious how Victorian and gothic his room was. Nothing short of a work of art though. I looked around the room and found myself captivated by the decor of memorabilia. There was also a large wooden X hung opposite of the armoire. It's as if someone was supposed to be placed in it, with limbs attached. There was also a mid sized marble statue of what seem like a minotaur under the chandelier, acting as a centrepiece for the bedroom. "Neat, huh? These are all the treasures I've found over the years.. vintaged, given, passed down, all very unique and possess a certain kind of energy, if you believe in those kinds of things" "Cool, it must have taken a lot of effort to do this. It's remarkable." I was still gliding around the room, observing the details and furnitures I would never have imagined. The drink I had was also still in effect and I couldn't help but to lean on Victor's chest a as he guided me around with him behind me. I also started to feel his bulge brushing my ass starting to get bigger. My suspicions were right bout the wooden X as Victor explained how it's used to punish and incite pleasure on those who got on it. "Maybe one day you get to get on it" He whispered in my ears as he brushed my waist and arched his head down for a kiss. I yielded and allowed myself to be engulfed in his embrace, once again. This time, it felt much better with the drink's effect. We continued to make out and approached the velvet ottoman that was in front of the bed. Victor stopped us and we sat on it. He ended our kiss and formed that devilish grin he had when we first saw each other. "Do you smoke weed, Drew?" "Sometimes, but I don't really like it. Makes you feel slow." "Yeah, I agree. Do you want to feel fast instead?" "What do you mean?" Victor unlocked the ottoman that was also a chest to take out a wooden box where there was a glass pipe, a torch and tiny bags of what seemed like coarse, unprocessed salt. "This is T, another thing we can do if you don't want the fun to end. All you got to do is just smoke it a bit and let go of yourself.." I was now hesitating a bit, but I couldn't say no as I was curious to where this night will lead me. Any suggestions Victor proposed couldn't be bad, I rationalized and so far, I am having one of the best times I've ever had. "I'll teach you okay, and don't worry, you're safe with me." He lit the pipe with the torch after placing some of the substance from the bag and began inhaling. Without any warning, he grabbed my head and pushed his tongue into me while exhaling, and I couldn't help but to breathe in and take the smoke. "Just let go of yourself Drew, let go of yourself to me.." Victor made a few more inhalation and exchanged it with me and I made sure that I was going to let go of myself to him. In an instance, I began trembling and felt more excited than usual. It was as if the drink I had had now counterbalanced what I smoked. I had never physically felt this good before. My eyes started to dilate and my heart began to race. My focus on Victor was more prominent, and his more intense on me. We starred at each other and made out on the bed. I lost track of how many times Victor lit the pipe but every time he did, he made sure he shared it with me. My body really did feel lose now, and the sensation I felt from Victor's touch and caress was electrifying. Victor took off his tanktop and his chaps, with only his jeans. His body was also tattooed and on his navel was an inverted pentagram in circle. He then took all my clothes off, leaving only my nylon green jock that said PUMP. "Cute pair, Drew. Want to try something better?" We jolted from the bed and walked to the armoire where once opened, the shelves revealed different kinds of jocks in different materials. "You've done a lot for me tonight Victor, and I'm really grateful for everything. You can choose what you want me to be in." The excitement from the smoke made me very vulnerable and more submissive than I would admit. A leather jock was what he chose and a studded choker collar was placed around my neck. The left door of the armoire was opened to reveal a full mirror which I saw myself in. My ass looked better in this jock, more structured with better shape. The collar was the perfect touch. Next, Victor put on a leather harness on himself and it was now I realized both his nippled were pierced. This turned me on completely but my cock was still limp. As a matter of fact, I haven't gotten hard since we smoked. I guess it is better that I'm wearing a jockstrap. "Now, are you ready to really have fun, Drew?" I could only nod and say Fuck yes.

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

So Wednesday night a guy that travels with work to Raleigh as I do is vers, but likes to bttm while traveling. He messaged and said he wasn't having any luck and asked if I was. Told him I'm getting ready to go to the Days Inn and go anon ass up face down taking all loads as a cumdump. He replied that he should go with me. We've never met just chatted on Grindr. I told him I've never cumdumped with another guy before, but let's do it. We met at the hotel after I got a room. He asked how this was going to work and I told him we'd take a pic of us in jockstraps ass up together on the bed, change profiles on Grindr, Sniffies, BBRT, post an ad on Twitter saying 2 cumdumps taking loads anon ass up face down and post the room number then wait ass up on the bed. He was intrigued. We propped the door open and within 15 minutes a guy entered the room. Mounted my friend and started fucking him. Then about 5 minutes another guy enters and starts fucking me. Then another guy comes in and watches as we're getting pounded. Throughout the night we got fucked and I took 5 loads and he took 1 load. He somewhat got overwhelmed by the situation being his first cumdump experience like that and left early. But he came back later and we ended up sleeping together. Woke up to him having a hard on and I starting stroking him. He then mounted me and fucked me until he cum. Hot night. After he left I took 1 more anon load.

Repost, this is a much better example of how my hole looks and should look

#'s 2 and 4 will be eeeeasy pickins: the wrestler wrecker and "our dancing daughter" are already well-established (if closeted) gays. #1 is all yours: Not me, not for anything. #3 doesn't deserve a second glance, let alone your magnificent obsessions. #5, welllllll ... maaaybe I'd second the motion, provided a large gag was handy. #6, I'd rather take that curling iron off his head and shove it where you intend to leave your calling card, so check to see if I beat you to it before you ... well ... #7, Not in my nightest-of-mares. #8, I'd rather never Breed a Hole again, than get within 30 yards of that total p.o.s. I WILL, however, be your cinematographer ......

I love club Orlando. Plenty of hole up for cock there always. Sleazy place!

Too right buddy. I orally service men for their sexual pleasure, not mine. I get off hearing a real man grunt and moan while the thrusts his thick cock as deep as he can down my throat and slamming his sweaty balls into my face while waiting for him to say "I'm gunna pump my seed down yer throat - fukkkin swallow it cocksucker. Then Choke as his load fills my throat. Job done

my boypussy missing some loads dripping from it...

🤣😂 This. ❤️ Part of me still wishes the Internet was still this arcane to weed out those who shouldn't have ever been here. The difference between then and now is like the chasm between a massive darkroom and Disney World. Thank you for the trip down memory lane.

When I was "versatile," it was mostly because I hadn't realized yet that I am multi-orgasmic. As a top, I cum pretty quickly the first time so thought I was a premature ejaculator. So instead of putting a bottom through that, I would claim to be versatile and top first and cum so that I could then bottom. (Unlike many guys, I can still bottom after I cum.) Once I discovered in my mid-30s that I'm multi-orgasmic, I gravitated more and more towards topping until that's pretty much all I do. (As I have said in another thread, there are precise circumstances under which I will bottom now that I consider myself top-only.) For me, prepping for bottoming is a two-day process. I firmly believe that the session should last at least as long as the round trip travel to have the session. (And I do my best to ensure that for the bottoms I hook up with!) Preparation for the session should be included in that! And since most tops that I've experienced don't last long enough to justify the amount of prep it takes, a two-day prep process isn't worth it for me. (Now, of course, that was back before multiple tops in a day/night was on my radar.) Yes, as a top-only, there is a limit to how many times I can cum (3, max) in a session, while there isn't necessarily a limit to how many times I could get fucked as a bottom if I were versatile. But I'm OK with that.

I can't figure out a good setup for my own private gloryhole cumdump fun so I'm hoping to partner up with another gloryhole whore and maybe build a mutual one and share it. This cumdump station would not be some flimsy sheet hung up in a doorway. I want solid wood, with handles that he can grab onto while ramming and pile driving his load into our mouths or boy holes. I'm thinking 2 holes: one for sucking and another larger opening that we can hang our asses out off to accept all breedings. I really like those Czech pornos with the whole wall of asses hanging out!

I was just starting to date a guy (he was neg) when I got tested- this was back in the mid 90s when it took two weeks to get test results back That I was poz and then another two weeks to get the T cell count back to find out that it was below 200 so I was told I had AIDS we went on a few dates during this time - really nice dates (no sex just actual dates - although he had the most erotic touch - I still phantasize about the feel of his finger tips surreptitiously sliding up my pants leg and grazing my ankle while he had knelt down to tie his shoes …. Damn - who knew tge ankle was an erogenous zone) and he was really nice and kind of hot (even with his bad toupee) but his father was sick and his best friend was just told that she had cancer - and dating me was just one too many too sick people to deal with (I kind of understood- as I had just been told I had AIDS and was kind of freaking out) so he dumped me. my best friend said that if I could deal with his toupee he should be able to deal with my AIDS (but well….) jump to now there are nights when - after a cocktail or two and I find one of my old addresses books I will try and google my old boy friends to see what they are up to When I looked him up - I find out that he died about 6 years ago of cancer I was lucky to get put on the cocktail right away and was soon below 50 (and then when they could count better) I became “undetectable” and now 24 years later I’m doing fine so just because one guy is neg and one poz - tells you nothing about medical risk and potential longevity

Back at Steamworks Toronto It worked out well that Canada Day (July 1) this year fell on a Friday, I didn't have to go in to work or even work on Saturday, so playtime at Steamworks Toronto was a GO. I did my complete douching and got my 2 buttplugs and lube ready in my booty bag. On my way... Traffic was very light and I go to Steamworks Toronto in record time. Got my favourite room (#220) right opposite the long narrow darkroom I've been mentioning in my past posts. Within the first 10 minutes, I had my first oral load. A young person of colour with a thin waist and huge (8") pipe cock on him wanted to play. He wanted oral from me. He was not hard to please. He moaned as I sucked on his gigantic pole. I tried to get all of it down my throat. Gorgeous piece of meat! He suggested we get into a 69 for him to cum quicker. He enjoyed going in-and-out of my mouth on each side, not down the middle. It got him more excited. His words were laboured as he told he'd be filling my mouth with a huge load. And it was -- volleys of cum down my throat. I cleaned off his cock quickly. He said I sucked cock well! ORAL LOAD #1. He left my room, and I didn't see him any more during the night there. Next, I had a young cub smiling at me when I passed him room. I took up his offer to play when he started to chat me up. The Steamworks Toronto staff knocked on his door saying his time was up, he replied to them he'd go after playing with me. Enough said! With time short, he wanted to jerk off in my mouth. It didn't take him long to blast in my mouth. His load tasted great and I got to clean off his cock. ORAL LOAD #2. I met a bubble butt on a fuck bench at the front of Steamworks that I wanted to eat out. Tanned, smooth body of what I could see in the dim light. After a few minutes, he took my hand and offered for us to continue in his room. He had a sexy ballcap on. I had pegged him in his 20s or 30s. In the brighter light of his room, it turns out that he's 5 yrs younger than I am (I'm 57). Filipino. In the dim light, honestly he looked like a kid. In his room we got to more rimming, kissing, cuddling, sucking cocks. We were both hard. I wanted to get fucked. He told me he was a bottom, but I slid his hard cock in my hole with no questions asked. He gave his cock several pumps. I could see the look on his face with the last pump he came in me. He explained to me that he had never cum in anybody before. I told him to keep enjoying the topping experience. When he came in me, this caused my hard cock to find his mouth as I was about to explode there. He took his time licking my cock all over. He kissed me with cum in his mouth. HOT! ANAL LOAD #1, my ORAL LOAD given. I use my room as a pitstop to rest, buttplug up my ass. I had the lights down low. A guy in his 40s walked in. I think he came in me before, but I wasn't 100% sure. He played with the buttplug, twisting it gently around in my hole and moving it from side to side. He then removed it and put his fingers in. All of this had me moaning. We repositioned and i was sucking on his nipples. He had a cock ring on and was hard. I positioned my open hole on his cock and sat down. He got to pumping and within no time pumped a load in my ass. I went to town on cleaning his cock. He left right after. ANAL LOAD #2. I got to suck on a few cocks in the darkroom and slurp ramp area as well as rim a few bubble butts. I stayed from 8-2AM. Well worth the sexplay I had at Steamworks for Canada Day!!! OINK!

My first hook ups were in public toilets. Still get an instant hard if I go into a good one. Love the whole thing: the graffiti, the random guys, the danger, the sleazy smell....

Chapter V I still had the weekend to myself before Victor returned. Plus, Jeff wasn't scheduled to work til Monday. An idea sparked in me to make a new video starring Jeff for Victor to watch when he's back. Finally he'll see that we are starting to get traction in serving our god. I was awake and standing by the bed, observing Jeff and how huge his physique was. Fucking a man his size took a bit of an adjustment but his ass was definitely worth it. I can picture big mature daddies with similar stature fucking Jeff, breeding him and encouraging him to be like them. From what he told me, Jeff usually fucks guys younger than him and bottomed occasionally. Hopefully the last 12 hours have nudged him to explore more of his deviant and submissive side. It's rare that you find a big jock like Jeff offering his ass to you. Fucking guys like Jeff leaves you accomplished, as if you've climbed a mountain. Here he was dozing, not know what I had in store for him.. I logged into bbrt and submitted a party for Jeff. Title reads: Fit muscular hunk offering his ass to be bred by mature bears and daddies. No under 30. When Jeff woke up, I set aside some toiletries for him to freshen up and I told him that there will be a surprise for him tonight. I pointed to the video camera hinting him what was about to come. His face lit up and he told himself that he would take the day to prepare himself. "Don't forget this" I handed him a pipe and a bag of T. In the toiletry bag there was also a douche and a used jock that Victor kept in his armoire. It was the largest I could find. Victor had fucked a married man who wore it ages ago. It smelt strong and was crusty from the dried cum it had. Bike was written on the band. Jeff gave it a deep huff before putting it on, with a snap it fit him perfectly. A big ass like that needs to be framed properly. I started to take pictures of him in different positions to add into the listing. By 4 pm, there were about 13 confirmed guests that I selected. Their age ranged from 39 to 56, being at least 200 lbs and 6'0 tall. These men looked rugged, discreet and knew what raunch meant. Talking to each of them, I had an idea of what's in store for Jeff. Only about 5 of them were poz and even then, only one was off meds and had a low VL. The only thing Jeff did during the day was T and watching Victor's porn stash. He was fixated and clearly new to T. Setting up the cameras took some time. Jeff was going to be fucked in the TV room and at each corner, a tripod was hung. This would give Jeff a 360 degree view of himself, with every angle of him being fucked fully recorded in 1080p. Instead of a sling, I decided on a fuck bench instead. It would make it less dizzy for Jeff and easier for him to smoke the T that he is slowly being hooked on. By 7, Jeff had freshen up and was in the dirty jock, wearing a pair of high knee socks and a tight tank top. He looked like a gymrat ready to get bred. At 9, the first guest arrived and by 9.30, everyone was present. The men were huge and almost twice my size. Most were wearing the standard shirt and cargo pants ensemble, with half of them wearing a cap to hide their face. Thankfully everyone was friendly and as Jeff stepped into the fuck bench being strapped at each limb. I clicked record and left the guests to their discretion. Some of them slowly took off their shirt and some also had their own glass pipe being ready to lit. The only rule that was placed was that no pulling out would be allowed, and that they should feel free to treat Jeff like the bitch he is, with bleeding being the limit. To make it even more sensual, I proposed Jeff to put on a blindfold. "Great idea man." Damn, he has been tweaking non stop now. I then placed myself in the main armchair and uttered "Have fun boys." Immediately, one of the biggest guests stepped forward and began to undress. A line formed naturally and the first man dived himself into Jeff's ass, releasing moans that I've never heard before coming out of him. Murmurs of "nice... and yeah.." were heard from the guests and I could see how excited Jeff was from the smile he had. Being unable to see who's rimming him, Jeff was insatiable for a fuck. The man then slapped his well endowed cock on Jeff's as and with only his spit as lube, he pushed himself into him, causing tremors within Jeff and screams of pleasure that had a hint of pain. The man was huge and Jeff really was trying his best to accommodate his first cock. After a while, Jeff began to moan. Finally he found the spot. I started to walk up to Jeff and fed him some T. Kneeling myself close to him, I asked how was he feeling. "Fucking amazing, man. It's recording right? Oh shit this is going to be so fucking cool." "Yeah babe, it is. Every second. You getting railed by these strangers, taking their cum. You like this right?" "I fucking love it dude" I returned to the chair and lit myself a hit. The first guy finally came in after about 10 minutes, telling Jeff that his load is deep in his guts now. Jeff thanked the man he couldn't see and shouted NEXT. Each of the guest had their way in fucking him. Being tied on the bench gave Jeff little freedom to move but it also made him focus more on his ass muscle, which he could now control by the way his hole was blooming. It was also impressive how Jeff was able to hold most of the loads being bred into him. Only after the 7th dad that bred him was he unable to contain the cum much longer. A trail started to leak. Luckily, these men were pigs at heart. They lapped it up and fed to Jeff as an extra snack. Not a drop of cum was wasted. The whole gangbang lasted for about 4 hours. The average fuck was about 20 minutes and by 2 AM, some of the guys had already left. Some took second or third rounds. All in all, Jeff probably was bred about 23 times when you count the moan of orgasm there was. Each of the men did a fantastic job. Finally, not being able to hold it much longer, Jeff squirted the cum in him as he panted, relieving himself. He did very well and I was looking forward to how the video will turn out. When everyone had left, I stood in front of Jeff and took the blindfold off. I looked down at him and told him that I was going to leave him there til Victor returns. Jeff's only request was to be given a hit every now and then. Man, he really does remind me of myself when I first discovered my pig side with Victor.. Sunday morning came and I heard the door open. I was still in bed. After a while, I noticed that Victor hasn't come up yet. I went down and to no one's surprise, I find him ramming Jeff. Better than what I expected. "Who's this slutty jock, love?" "That's Jeff. New to this. Just like me. Already bred with our strain twice and could be our next offer. How was Maine?" "That's nice to hear. He'll fit in well. I knew you had good taste. Maine was good. Had some lobsters." Victor was casually telling me this as he pounded Jeff who was now moaning and unable to turn his head to see who he was being fucked by. "Do you know who I am, Jeff?" Victor questioned. "No. But don't stop. Fuck." "Haha he really is a bit like you Drew." I'll always be amazed at how consistent Victor's pace was when he fucks. The slaps he gave to Jeff and the way he was gripping his back was an art form. "You already received Drew's load, now here's the original load, you want this seed bitch?" "Yes, poz me please." Victor recoiled onto Jeff's back and yelped in his orgasm, gripping his arm and ensuring that he positioned his cock directly into Jeff. "Fuck, your ass is gripping my cock so good." He now knew what kind of champ Jeff was in being a bottom. His cock was literally being jerked off by Jeff's ass contraction. Even pulling out took some time as his ass had gripped onto Victor's cock for too long. Victor sighed and gave a slap on his ass, congratulating him as he approached me to give a Welcome back kiss. "You really have outdone yourself, you know?" I tried to not blush and decided that it was time release Jeff. Standing up wasn't so easy but in time, he oriented himself back to normal. We told Jeff that in a week, he will come back during the full moon for the proper ritual fuck. Confused, Jeff didn't fully comprehend what he was agreeing to. To make it simple, I told him that if he wants more T and experience what he had experienced in the past 3 days, then he must submit to the deity that we worship. But he has to be willing in surrendering himself to the faith. Going back was not an option. He wouldn't have to work anymore and he would be able to live with us. After going through the details, Jeff was sold. "Anything to get out of that life. I've seen what's out there now.." Victor and I were both pleased with his decision and bid him farewell with a check of $5000. "A way to show our trust and your loyalty"

Matt looked up and noticed the young men approaching the kitchen. "I was going to discuss this with Ty, but now that you're here it needs to be addressed among the 4 of us. Last night, neither of you came, even with 3 lovemaking sessions. Is there any specific reason for that?" Caressing his dad's cheek, MJ said, "We never thought about it causing any concern and since it has, I need to explain. TJ and I agreed it would be better to refrain from cumming until our seed is viral, not just for us, but for you and daddy Ty too as you'll be the recipients of our viral seed." "We even devised a way to fight the urge." TJ said. "Anytime we get close, we think of our old High School Principal naked. Miss Newsom didn't just fall out of the ugly tree, she hit every ugly branch on the way down. More than merely naked Gruesome Newsom has a bald pussy with teeth!" Reaching down, MJ squeezed his dad's cock. "How soon can we make viral love again? We're no longer virgins but TJ and I both love being made viral love with by the cocks that made us!" "The same goes for me!" TJ declared. "Being made love with was worth waiting for, but I can't get enough of you!" Grinning slyly, Matt said, "I want to make love with you just as much as you want it and knowing Ty like I do, I'm sure he feels the same. Let's eat breakfast and then we'll go back to bed. After last night, I'm surprised you two young men don't have sore asses!" "Oh, they're sore, but nothing a deep injection of viral daddy cream won't soothe!" MJ said, shaking his butt seductively. Cocking his eyebrow, Ty said, "We've got all day and all night and all the days and nights until you young men become viral like us. Matt, pinch me! I can't believe our sons have given us such a loving gift." To be continued

Chapter IV By now, I was still hairless to please Victor. He was my maker after all and I was reborn after I met him. My nipples now were both pierced and behind my neck, a biohazard symbol tattoo with the date that I found my new faith. The day I tested positive, Victor placed a sling in the middle of his living room and posted a listing advertising me as a "Freshly Pozzed Cumdump in Need of a Recharge". About 24 guys game with most being poz. A lot were in leather and I hold that day to be more important than my birthday. I still remembered getting the last few loads for the night and seeing Victor telling me how much he loves me and how he didn't see his life turning out to be like this. I agreed with him as I too didn't expect myself to be like this. I didn't recognize the old me at all. So repressed and insecure. I was now more confident and bold than most guys my age. I would also gravitate more to old guys since then. There wasn't a load that I wouldn't refuse. I was proud to not just be a cumdump, but the cumdump. Now, every time I'm in public, I relish at the sight of the men who have bred me trying to look away as they hold their wive's hands. If only they knew... Though Jeff was older than me, I can tell he doesn't play around much as I would, even if he looks like he could be an extra in the next Thor movie. Every time I see his blonde locks tied in a bun when he does his deadlifts, I picture myself pulling it as I pound him doggy style with him begging for my load. Patience now, I keep telling myself. I had 5 free sessions with Jeff to which I could then extend with a subscription. Typical offer from a typical business. Jeff was friendly when we met. We hadn't properly introduced ourselves before but shaking his hands and feeling his grip gave me a sense of the kind of guy he is. He was definitely built and arguably bulked. His chest would pop out of his shirt and his legs were definitely sculpted by Michelangelo. His face was typically nordic, with sharp eyes and thin lips and when he smiles, you know it would get the girls swooning. How great it was that this scandinavian sweetheart was gay? During our second session, I finally brought up.. "So..have you screwed any guy around here?" "Not that often...it's only worth it if you're here in the morning though.. someone's always willing to blow you in the sauna. You?" I liked how candid he was. "Nah, I think I'd be too uncomfortable to do it here..." "Once you've tried it you won't regret it ;)" His wink left me with a strange feeling. Our conversation ended there as I had to start a new set. After, as I was changing in the lockers, I spotted Jeff in the shower. With only my towel, I slowly made my way there and through the steam I could fully see how beautiful he was. He noticed me and smiled. Without any hesitation, I approached him and grabbed his cock. Bigger than average. Very thick I thought. He put his arms on my shoulder and I jerked him off. As he was about to come, I kneeled suck the cum out of him, before coming back up and kissing him to which he was first repulsed but gave into. "Never did that before.." "You're right. I don't regret doing this ;)" I immediately left to grab my things and as I got into the car, I see him knocking on my window. He asked me what I was doing after. "Well, I'm planning on getting some groceries but I think it's a bit too late so I might just head somewhere for a bite. Wanna come?" "Yeah, sure. You don't live far from here?" "Bout 10 minutes. There's a burger spot nearby." Jeff hopped in and left his bike. During the ride, we made some small talk and I got to learn more bout this trainer whose thighs could crush a watermelon. He enjoys the fitness lifestyle and would always cycle cross country. Pretty basic stuff. No deviant tendencies so far. "When did you know you were into guys?" I've no shame, might as well be direct. "Prolly a few years ago. I'm kinda new to this thing and I guess the writing was always on the wall every time I see someone cute in those lockers...but what made me really sure was the first time I took it in the ass. What a feeling..." "Right? And you know what the best feeling is right?" "What?" "When they come deep inside of you, as if they're impregnating you. Don't you like that?" "Oh hell yeah... but I rarely get bred tho. Got to be cautious." "That's right. But you've to admit, the feeling is kinda great no? Knowing that you're carrying some guy's cum in you. Nothing compares" "Hah hell yeah.." By now I could spot the hard-on Jeff was trying to hide with his bag. As I reached the burger place close to home, there wasn't any parking and the line at the drive thru was spilling onto the main road. "What bout we just order take out from my place? Are you good with that?" "Yeah sure.." As we were bout to reach home I was wondering why Jeff wanted to hang out. Was he expecting something more or was he just hungry? Once we were in the alley, we made our way to the townhouse I now call home. When Jeff came in, he was taken aback as I was when I was first here. "Damn, you live here alone?" "No, I've a roommate. His family owns the place and I kinda do some favours for him for a good deal." Victor was out of town for an art porn he had to film. It was in Maine and was set in a forrest. I still didn't understand the context of the art he's into but as long as we worship together, that's all that matters. Jeff and I decided on sushi and we ended up in the TV room to wait. Frankly, I don't care what's on the TV but I knew that Jeff was in for a surprise when he reached for the remote. There, on a 72 inch screen was a film of me being railed by a bear that was probably twice my age. I was determined and was squatting on him, in full control. The bear was pretty big and packed a fat dick that lead me to gyrate on it. Jeff didn't even blink an eye. He was engrossed. The minute the bear was asking me if I was going to take his babies and I replied that I would gladly take it, I could see how hard Jeff was. When the bear came and I moaned in the state of lust I was in, the bell rung and food was here. "Crazy stuff right? Hope you don't mind haha food's here." "Yeah, uh kinda hot. Is it ok if I watch this?" "Take as much time as you want. This isn't the only vid there is ;)" I brought the food into the room and by now the next video in queue started to play. This time, it was Victor and a college twink at some resort, probably Palm Spring. It was also one of his first attempts at pozzing someone, but the twink was on prep. Still, the video was excellent. They were fucking missionary style and Victor kept taunting the twink if he's ready for his toxic load. The twink could only muster yes and they both came in unison, with Victor savouring every drop of the twink's cum and rimming his creampied hole after. Jeff was still watching and by now we were almost done eating. We barely spoke and Jeff was unfazed. He wanted to see what was next. All I could do was smirk and asked if him if he smokes. "Cigarettes or Weed?" "Something else.. something better" I brought the pipe and just like Victor, I smoked first and breathed into Jeff. We started to kiss and after about 5-8 hits, Jeff was already starting to be at ease. "Damn, this is amazing...and these videos....do you always make them..?" "It depends...sometimes I forget... some of the best fucks I've had I do regret not filming it tho.." "And that other video, was that guy really toxic? And that twink really wanted it? Shit.. why?" "I dont' know Jeff. Could be acting! Why? Would you be down for poz cum?" I raised my eyebrows as I glanced him. It was apparent how the T was now overtaking him.. "I mean, like you said, nothing feels better than getting bred right? Haha" It's cute how naive Jeff is. He likes getting bred and he knows it feels good but he doesn't wanna embrace it. I got myself closer to him and we made out again. We continued to smoke and watch a few more films. The last film the gangbang I had when I first became poz. By now Jeff started to comprehend that I was poz. We continued to make out and smoked. After the screen turned blank, we realised that it was dark and 4 hours had passed by. That's how time is on Tina. "Shit, it's getting late.." "You want to stay?" "Can I..?" "Yeah, there's a guest room in the basement and we don't have to stop what we're doing.." "But.. you're poz.." "So..?" "Would I get it..?" "Depends on what we do..why don't we just enjoy the moment now?" We smoked more and by now Jeff was sweating like a pig. I suggested him to take his clothes off with only his boxers. Boy was he gorgeous. I on the other hand changed into a robe and we were now watching some other random bareback porn that we couldn't take our eyes off. I started to get a bit bored but I can tell Jeff was still engrossed. The next video played and it was some college dude in a sling getting his ass probed by the coach. Perfect timing.. "You wanna try that?" "Maybe.. looks hot. Didn't know a tight ass like that could handle something that huge.." "Oh you'd be surprised Jeff. I can show you" "You got a sling?" We went upstairs and again, Jeff was taken aback. Did he expect this from me? Probably not.. I told him to relax and to hop on the recently installed sling that was now hanging under the chandelier. It took a while given this god's size but we succeeded in getting him in. His legs were spread, and all Jeff could say was how cool it was and good it felt. "Shall I get the toys?" His face now changed to that of fear. I reassured him that it'll be fine. As I grabbed the toys, I decided to also take some cuffs. With his limbs locked onto the chain, I began rubbing his hole with shards of T that was used on me before and from Jeff's expression, I knew I hit jackpot. Shit shit shit was all he could say. Fingering his ass was amazing. It was tight, obvious that it hadn't been used in a while and his glutes were hard and firm. I couldn't help but to pinch and knead it while I probed him, hearing his moans to tell me to go on. The first dildo that Jeff took was a bit rocky in the beginning, but halfway it smoothly went in to his amazement. "Shit man, this feels so fucking good... what the fuck..." By the 4th dildo, Jeff's hole was officially loose and could be branded as a muscle bitch bottom. His ass ring was dilated and the t lube was oozing out of it. This was the time to propose my offer. "So Jeff, want to feel a real dick in you now?" "Hell yeah man but shit aren't you poz" "Yeah, why? You don't like risks? You already took one when you asked me out earlier" I was hoping that Tina was now working her magic on this finnish jock and that he would take whatever comes. "Yeah, guess that's true..." "And it's not a death sentence Jeff, there's so much options now.. don't you wanna know what it feels like to be in those videos? Being the center of attention?" This got him. "Fuck yeah... those were so hot.." "Don't you wanna be like me? Like us? Be a part of something bigger?" "There's a group? Damn sign me up man" "Of course there is...you get to be one of the first few members. Don't you want that? You can teach others like us to not just take cock but to also work out." I didn't need to convince him any further at this point as the 5th dildo I was holding and turning into him left him speechless. Without any further of due, I stood and placed myself infront of him, robe off, my cock pointing toward his hole, teasing with a bit of precum. We looked at each other and I asked him if he wants this. "What the hell, yeah fuck me man just fill me up already." He was hesitant. I got closer to him, circling my hard cock around his hole and asking him again, "Are you sure you want my poz cum Jeff? You get to be one of those guys you saw and find your true purpose" This time we locked eyes and with full confident, he said "Fuck Drew, breed me with your poz cum and make me part of you. I want and need this." He was now desperate. Perfect. I slid in and his hole was velvet. It acclimatized to my cock comfortably, his ass muscle squeezing and loosening at a decent pace. Every stoke I gave made him yelp and pant. His hair was now untied and I could see how beautiful this man was. The sweat on his face and his blue dilated eyes was the ideal combination of broken innocence and lust. Like Victor, I took my time fucking Jeff. I had to also convince him of Dionysus. But maybe I should wait for Victor as I wasn't well read like him. Pozzing him would be enough for today. With the sling, fucking Jeff nonstop felt effortless. No cramps with him being suspended. A+ for ergonomics. "Aw man, are you gonna cum in me soon? Fuck, don't stop man you're so good.." "Soon? We'll see. I take my time Jeff, just like you take your time when you do your squats... you know how many times I imagine you bouncing on my dick like you do your squats? Fucking you like this is even better cause I get to see your gorgeous kendoll face. Being raunchy definitely suits you.." "Fuck yes.. I thought you were hot too when I first saw you man.... i knew it was meant to be when I saw you on grindr.." We were both now panting, bullets of sweats forming and I wasn't even close yet even if I was stiff as a sequoia. Got to love T. My precum on the other hand was now gushing in Jeff. I was really churning. "You're so fucking beautiful Jeff, I can't wait to breed you and have my seed in you. You want a part of me in you babe?" Jeff looked at me with that puppy eyes look and nodded... "Breed me man, give me your poz seed and make me like one of those guys in those vids." I couldn't hold it any longer. With a few thrusts, I finally released myself into him and flooded his guts good. I must have jolted about 5 times as I couldn't contain my cum any longer. Jeff's ass looked as if he was bred by 4 guys. If this guy doesn't get pozzed, then I must've done something wrong. "Oh fuck man, that feels so good...I feel it... it's so full dude fuck.." I stared at Jeff and smiled before I dived in to kiss him. We embraced and I unlocked his limbs from the sling. We got on the bed and I made him stand on all fours so I could him my cum out of him. "You want to taste some of my cum?" "Fuck yes." I took a big gulp and vacuumed his ass out. He took the cum like a champ and even licked the side of my lips for more. What a fucking slut. You wouldn't think a dude this big would be a muscle bottom bitch. I have to pat myself in the back for achieving this goal. New member obtained. Fucking Victor is going to be ecstatic. Jeff and I spent the rest of the night in bed, fondled a bit and I explained to him what was going to happen next. He took it all in well and was convinced of the plan. "Being a part of something, yeah I could use that. Kinda feel like my life's going no where sometimes. This is good." "It's hot." "Fuck yeah it is.." I then told Jeff to come back soon as I wanted him to meet Victor. We still needed to do a ritual for him and make him see what we see. At dawn, I got horny again and with Jeff's ass was exposed, I bred him once again in his sleep. Right before I was about to come, he woke up and tightened his ass, saying oh fuck and I came in buckets. With Victor in my mind, I thought that this time, he better carry our poz seed.

Chapter II "How open are you, Drew?" I didn't know how to answer Drew's question. I was always very vanilla and kept it simple and short. The orgasms I've had from the wanks and sex I've done were always the same, not much were memorable or made me want to replay those moments. It was a routine that I did not mind. I asked Victor, what he meant by open and what would he recommend me to try out. By now, the T that I smoked would make me agree to anything he says as I already felt as if I have fully surrendered myself to him to do whatever he pleases. His questions were just confirmations that he wanted me to feel safe and comfortable. "Well, you can clearly see how vast my fantasies can be, given the nature of my bedroom. I am an artist after all. I enjoy testing limits, experimenting on my subjects, unlock their potential and free themselves..." Victor now placed me on the floor and made me crouch, looking up to him with full obedience. "What I want is to make you experience the freedom and pleasure that you repress deeply within you. I see it in your eyes..." My head was now cradled closer to him, our gaze unbroken. "Why not we try some mild things first and see how much you like it. Or if I like it. Would you be okay if I do something to you that I enjoy but brings you pain? You'll still be safe.." "Sure, yeah let's do it." I said in a rush. I was now extremely excited to see what Victor would do. We smoked a few times more and I felt more elevated than before. "Get on the bed all fours, Drew. We'll start with a little bondage play. Nothing too serious, everyone does it." I got on my back and spread like an eagle on the bed, seeing my reflection in the mirror above me with the ram looking right into me. Victor took out some ropes from the armoire and began tying my limbs to the bed's poster. They were tight and firm, leaving me with little movements. He also took out a gas mask from under the bed and placed it on me, connecting the hose to a larger glass bong placed on the end table. More T was placed and the torch was lit, as well as the candles around the bed. "Inhale." My nerves sparked again in every part of my body and with my limbs being tied, pulling myself only heighten the pleasure. The room was now only lit by the candles and Victor began to take off his jeans, and boy he was hung. It was at least 9 inches and his balls were massive. The cockring he had on was solid titanium and his thighs were bushy. He then wore a pair of tight rubber chaps that exposed both his ass and cock. His ass was muscular, though not as bubbly as mine but you can tell he could squat more than me. I still couldn't believe how big he was. Even through the foggy gas mask I had on, I knew that I wasn't ready to take him. Another hit was lit by Victor and he started to announce that it's time.. Still tied, I nodded and shouted yeah in anticipation. I first felt his callous hands on my body, and I can tell that oil now glistened everywhere on me. My breathing was deep and his frequent touch excited my nerves and sent waves of pleasure in me. As Victor stood on top of me, he bent down to lick both my armpit which caused me to twitch continuously, trying to pull myself in futile from being tied by the limbs. I let out screams and moans of "Yeahs.." as Victor nourished on my pits. His tongue then slid from my chest to my crotch, not giving my limp cock any attention. His tongue continuously slid up and down on me nonstop, further ending down on my ass where it was then lifted for him to devour. All the sex I've had before combined couldn't stand a chance to a fraction of how I was feeling at the moment. The waves of pleasure from the substances I've consumed and the state I was in made me realize that I have unlocked a part of me that I never knew existed. Victor nourished my ass and fingered me deep with his sharp nails, scratching my insides. Pain was secondary at this point. I was numb to the pain and was only experiencing pleasure. I could also feel his tongue piercing resting on my hole and entering it, in and out. Victor also rimmed my ass ring in circles as his fingers were expanding my insides. Suddenly, he stopped and I could only moan in desperation. More please, fuck was all I could repeat. "I'm glad that you're enjoying this Drew. I want to clean you up a bit before we go further. Make you more suitable for my taste.." The oil that was slathered on me was also stinging and I now saw Victor placing a leather pouch on the end table. Different sizes of razors were taken out to be sharpened. Another hit of the T to the gas mask was lit and my shaving commenced. My body hair wasn't thick, but it was pretty defined on my arms and legs. They were curly and so were my pubes. My hair wasn't too long and I could pull of a fringe at times. "I like my boys smooth.. like silk." Victor began to first shave my whole head with a clipper that was hidden. I thought he was only going for my body. I couldn't remember the last time I was bald. Then, the razor was glided onto my scalp to ensure that I was spotless. The only hair that was spared were my eyebrows. My face was next and just like the way he tongued me, he started from the top and to the bottom. When my armpit hair was gone, Victor dived in again. This time, it was more sensitive and I screamed louder than usual. I was lucky that it didn't last long. I could feel the cold air breezing on my arms now. The precision that Victor had in his shave was impeccable. Not a single cut. Even with him being on the same substances I'm on, he was skilful. Once my chest and torso were done, my legs were next. The stinging oil was applied again and I started to a realize a part of me that was once there was now gone. My pubes was of course the last part as after my legs were done, Victor began devouring my thighs again my moans of ecstasy restarted. The surface of his tongue, in contact with my bare skin intensified the nerves that were already excited from the T I had. It was as if there were layers in the pleasure I was experiencing. Once my pube was done, my hole was the last piece of hair that needed to be eliminated. A towel was then rubbed across my body to get rid of the hair. Looking at the mirror above, I didn't recognize myself. I was paler than I thought but I could see how my muscles were defined. It is as if I had been reborn. "Now, that's perfect. Here's a reward for being so patient and agreeing to this.. I got very lucky to find you Drew. Truly.." Before I could even say Me too, I was rimmed again, hole devoured by Victor's prowess. It felt better now with my bare skin exposed to his lizard like tongue. I was a new person now with this makeover I had. Still tied, I stared at my reflection, smiling as I said Fuck yeah. Thank you Victor. He was now on top of me and my mask was finally removed. Finally I could feel his tongue in my mouth, allowing me to savour the taste of myself. He spit in my mouth and our mouths locked with our tongues dancing together. Pearls of his sweat dropped on my face and was fed back by him. This was the raunchiest fuck I've done and my only regret is not having it done sooner. At every interval of us kissing, Victor kept praising how good I was and how beautiful I now looked. It's the perfect offering he would then whisper to me before devouring both my ears too and sending a shock of moans that I couldn't help contain. So smooth he would say, before pinching and twisting my nipples and spitting in me as I let out a scream. With the room only being lit with the candles, it was hard to properly see Victor but I can tell that his dark grin was more profound now. He then proceeded to adjust my tied limbs. My legs were now tied behind my arms, close to the rest to fully expose my ass. I was now positioned in a way where I was ready to get fucked. "We still got a long way to go, Drew. Don't get too excited now." "When are you going be inside me? I really need it man please..!" What was I saying? Was I actually begging? I had truly been reborn. "Patience and soon you'll be rewarded...good things come to those who wait..." Victor then left the bed and the gas mask full of T was put on again to feed me. I heard some noises and cabinets being opened from where I was, curious to what he was retrieving. He came back with 2 briefcases, one filled with dildos and the other with buttplugs. A nipple clamp was also in his hands and a jar of what seemed like grease was held by him. "This is to not just stretch you out, but to also test your limits." I could only look at the sizes of the toys with eyes wide open as I was now into a different kind of territory. Never have I tried toys as large as I saw.. I only had an average dildo back in college and even butt plugs made me squirm. Was I ready? "Are you ready, Drew? I want you to be confident that you can take this." "Yes, fuck yes. I'm ready." "Do you mean it?" "Yes, do whatever you want to me, stretch me out, I don't care. I want to feel it." "Whatever I want?" This got Victor's attention more than usual. "Yeah, I don't care I'm all yours, just do it now please." I couldn't sit still forever in that position without being touched, I needed something in me or against me. It was what my bare skin demanded. "If you say so....but don't worry, I will never make this hard on you.." My hole was now gently brushed by his fingers and slowly he dipped his index finger into a tiny jar and began probing me. Each probe, deeper than the last. "This is to calm your nerves, make you want more of what's to come..." My hole now felt different. At first it felt as if it was on fire, but then it cooled down to an ice like sensation that is insatiable for anything to be inserted. I started to moan and pleaded to get fucked, begging Victor to plug me now to shut my ass up. Victor could only reply with a grin as he looked up to the head of the ram above us. His fingers on his right hand probed me again while his left hand was now playing with my nipples, preparing the clamps on them. I could suddenly feel as if the room was also starting to get warmer and the candles around us were brighter than before. There was a sort of wave that was engulfing us. My only focus at that point was to just get fucked. Victor started to giggle as he held the first metal dildo that was bout twice the size of my cock. It was shiny and its texture was also rough, as if it was meant to scratch. "Toy time, Drew." I looked at Victor as his pupils were now expanded and both his eyes were fully black. I responded with a smile and nodded to him, signalling my permission before I looked up to see our reflection again.

Part 5 Both Jake and I turned to look at the new visitor standing in the doorway. While it was hard to focus my dialated eyes on him, I knew without any doubt who it was. It was my college wrestling coach. Coach K was a national champion in his glory days. He is now in his mid 30s and still kept himself in remarkable shape. He stands about 5'10" and weighs 200 pounds of pure muscle. I was frozen in fear at being discovered naked and covered in another mans cum, sweat, and funk. How in the hell am I gonna explain this to coach? Jake seemed at ease and said "Took ya long enough to get here". Coach K said the roads were a bitch but apparently so was his wrestler. They both laughed at this. I tried to hide under the covers and tried to wish myself outta there and Coach walked over and flung the blankets off of me. "Well well well, looks like Boyd really is a fag like I always figured". Jake said " this one has a hot tight pussy on him too. I already bred him twice and after I dosed him good, he was good to be rode hard and put down wet". Coach K grabbed my hair and looked into my eyes. "Damn Jake, this boy is spun out". Jake just smiled. Coach said " I really can't have a drug using pussy boy on my team representing the good name of our college". I started crying at this point. My scholarship was the only reason I was able to go to college. If I was kicked off the team, lost my scholarship, I was done. I pleaded with Coach to forget what he saw and let it go. He smirked and said " how am I supposed to forget that one of my wrestlers gets caught naked with my partner at our cabin AND in an altered state? Especially when I seen what a fine ass you got there?". Wait, Jake is your partner? What were the chances of this being a random chance? " Boy, there are two types of men in this world, alphas and betas. Alphas are winners, and betas serve the alphas. There isn't any shame in being one or the other but you are what you are". " Look boy, when I recruited you I knew you were never going to be championship material but I did see a boy I could help mold into a damn fine beta for us and the team. I been planning on getting you up here for awhile now but Jake got you up here first and by that fresh cum running down your leg, I can see I was right about you. Now what are we going to do with you now?" I wasn't following all of what Coach was saying. He was trying to basically say that I was fucked in more than one way. He said that I wasn't really on a path that would build up the team in competition and now that he knew I had broken the no drugs rule, he oughta report me to the University and my college life would be over. I was sobbing by this point. This wasn't even my fault. Jake was the one who drugged me and seduced me. I was screwed. Coach K then said with a twinkle in his eye, " Well, there is one way out of this if you are interested "

So the other guy messages me over last weekend and we are both going to be back in Raleigh. I get there Monday and he gets in town Tues and both leaving Thursday. He decides to book at the same hotel I'm booked. We talked about our cumdump session that past Wednesday night, but no mention of what he has in mind the coming week and I don't press any ideas. Tuesday morning I make plans with a 30 yr old regular to meet up that afternoon around 5 for him to fuck me anon ass up face down with blindfold as usual. So I get to the hotel and a guy in the hotel messages wanting to drop a load, but running out of time before dinner plans. Ended up getting tag teamed and bred by my regular and the hotel guy anon ass up face down with blindfold on. My friend is staying literally in the room next to me and noticed the hotel guy enter and exit my room messaging saying I see you're already busy for the night. Then a third guy comes and breeds me. Three loads in approx 25 minutes. My friend then walks over to my room and we chat and decide to cumdump again that night in my room. Kind of a slow night, but I take 2 loads and he takes 1 load. Five total loads that night for me. That night we talk and he talks about how much better a setup the Days Inn was the week before. I said we can go back over there tomorrow night if he wanted. We cuddled up in the bed and went to sleep together. Next day we decide to go to the Days Inn and cumdump there again that night. Changed profiles to cumdumps hosting, posted hotel, room number, etc. Ready to go at 8pm door propped open and we are ass up face down. Kind of slow start, but around 9pm guys starting coming in. A couple times we are getting fucked at the same time. We make out while getting fucked at the same time. Hot! I took the first 3 loads of the night. Then there were 2 really big dicks that made him tap out...which I ended up taking and getting the loads. Then a couple more guys come in and switched between fucking the two of us and he ended up taking 2 loads from them. We cuddled up and fell asleep together again. Next morning as we are leaving the Days Inn he says that he hasn't slept in his room at our original hotel the past 2 nights. 🙂 Then as we get back to the hotel and going up to our floor he says that he is (and pauses)...more comfortable with what we did the past two nights going ass up face down cumdumping. I told him I knew he kind of got overwhelmed last week when we cumdumped together ass up face down and he agreed. He bottoms and takes loads, but that was his first time cumdumping ass up face down and especially with another guy. We are planning to get together again. Now if I can get him to wear a blindfold and cumdump together next time!

I suppose it's all relative: I've been sexually active for decades, but what has certainly increased is a thirst for ever-deeper depravities. Years ago, I didn't love to eat loads out of Holes anywhere near as much as I do now. I didn't love an audience as much as I do now. Sure, I'll still do 1-1's at home, but much prefer weekends at the fuckjoints. I like other men to watch me rut/Breed, watch them get hard, take out their Cocks, start jacking, waiting for their turn. I like when other guys start sucking Cocks, rutting in each other, waiting their turns. It's like I've become fairly good at acting out onlookers fantasies, thus enabling, enticing other guys to join in the bacchanal. Inhibitions may be appropriate in some situations, but I can't think of any just now .... tomorrow's Friday - finally. It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm

As soon as we got to his room, Boots threw me face down on the bed and plunged in hard, Loz and Rat’s cum squelching between us and soaking his Y-fronts. “Arhg, Boots!” I sighed as we bounced on the mattress. “You like it, eh, Rabbit?” “Fuck yes!” He sped up, and soon pumped more cum into me. When he pulled out, I span round to clean him but he palmed me away, pulling his Y-fronts off and wiping his cock with them. “Damn, how do you stay hard like that?” “Just do. Can cum at least three times before I go down. But tonight I’m just gonna sleep in you and fuck again in the morning.” With that he hauled the blankets up, slid in behind me and eased in as we fell asleep. True to his word, I was woken when he started plunging into me. I just whimpered, clamping and wriggling on his shaft. It wasn’t long before I was taking my fifth load of spunk since last night. He got up, wiped his cock on yesterday’s Y-fronts and tossed them to me, “Souvenir,” he smiled, and quickly dressed. I sniffed the pants then pulled them to head upstairs for breakfast. “Great wankpants, there, Rabbit!” Rat grinned, and groped me as I went past. “Hmmm, still wet.” He licked his smiling lips and headed out. Once we’d eaten, Boots let me out by the shop, giving me a hard deep kiss on the way, “See you later, Rabbit!” he called after me and I practically floated back to halls. As soon as I got in my room, I stripped to my new pants and pulled my aching balls and rigid cock through the Y like they’d showed me. It took only a minute or so for me to soak them with my own load. Needless to say, I didn’t get much work done, but there were no assignments due. I wore my wankpants for the rest of the weekend, only showering on Monday morning before lectures. At GaySoc on Tuesday, Russell droned on about something about age of consent and legal shit, but I wasn’t paying attention – I could smell Keith’s sweat and just wanted to get in his pits and on his cock. When we got to the bar, I couldn’t help openly sniffing him. He looked at me a bit awry but I just smiled at him. As we finished our second pint, I leaned closer and said, loud enough for the rest of the group to hear, “Let’s go to my room so you can fuck me.” His face went beetroot, but I saw his bulge twitch and nudged him when I stood up, “Well, you cumming or not?” He scrambled after me and five minutes later we were on my bed, my face in his pits and his cock in my arse. Luckily, I’d managed to use the shower to douche earlier, but it had been awkward. There was a letter from my mum in my pigeon hole the next morning – they were visiting at the weekend and we were going for dinner for her birthday. I’d planned to go to the club Friday, but figured it’d be a bad idea. Turned out, the visit gave me a chance to get some new clothes. I told them I needed jeans, T-shirts and boots for the machine shop classes starting after reading week and they were only too happy to buy them. When they left I had two pairs of jeans (one black, one blue,) two polo shirts (black with yellow detail, and dark blue with white,) and a respectable pair of work boots. When the next Friday came round, it was the start of reading week. I had quite a bit of catching up to do, so planned to go to the club then work the rest of the week. I got myself ready – douche but no shower – and pulled on the wankpants (now significantly more cum-stained,) blue jeans and polo and the new boots. I’d been wearing them all week to get used to them and make them look less perfect but they’d given me blisters and my feet ached. I hoped Boots could help me break them in. It was chilly, so I threw on my green canvas snorkel-parka and headed to Boots’ shop. “Just a minute!” he called from the back. “It’s Rabbit!” I called back, and he practically ran to let me through to where he was working on a nasty looking pair of high heels. He sniggered, “Yeah… But that’s the job and these aren’t the worst things girls put on their feet.” He bundled be up in a hug even before I could get my parka off. He got back to work and I sat chatting while he finished off. “I got my parents to buy me jeans, shirts and boots.” “Yeah?” he was intent on his work, but still listening. He looked up when I took off my parka and hopped off the stool so he could see me full length. “Oh, nice. How are the boots?” “Uncomfortable. I’ve got two blisters on each foot.” “You’re wearing them wrong, or they’re not quite the right size. We can do something about that. I’ve got some of those boots and they’re good. You’ll have to learn to care for them, too, ‘cos I ain’t doing all the polishing.” He stabbed me with his eyes wearing a twisted grin, then went back to the shoe. I sat silently watching him work. I realised the odd tangy smell he had under his sweat was glue and shoe-leather. A few minutes later, he tied a tag on them and I followed him through to the shop where he slid them into a rack with a load of other women’s shoes. A second rack had men’s shoes and boots. When he turned to look at me, there was a concerned look on his face, “There’s just one problem…” he said as he came towards me, then he scruffed my hair and laughed. “You look so worried. Gotta do something with this.” “Whoh…” I realised I’d been holding my breath at least since he’d said ‘problem.’ “I wanted to shave, but I’d make a mess of it.” “Come on…” he turned on his heel and left the shop. When I went out, he was standing outside the barber’s next door. We went in and he called out, “Oi! Blades! Got space for a shave?” The two barbers looked round – a plump skinhead, and slim punk with black spiked hair, both a bit shorter than me. “Yeah, take a seat. This the lad you been harping on about, then?” Boots smiled at me, “Rabbit, this is Clipper and Blades.” He indicated the punk and skin in turn, each nodding to me. Blade was snipping away at a guy in his 50s and Clipper was working on a punk with dye and bleach and who knows what. The guy already waiting got seen next for a quick trim, then I sat up in the chair. Blades quickly clippered off my hair then wrapped hot damp towels round my face and head, patting them down. I watched him deftly hone and stop a straight razor, then work up a bowl of lather with his brush. Removing my face towel, he lathered me up and swiftly got rid of my stubble, all the while stroking my cheeks and neck. It was intensely erotic and I was getting uncomfortably hard in my jeans. He slapped a very cold towel on me, then standing behind, lightly slapped my cheeks a few times. He repeated the same on my head, until I was completely shorn. He whipped off the bib and set about cleaning his kit while I looked at myself in the mirror. Then he did the mirror round the back of my head, thing and said, laughingly, “Can I get you anything for the weekend, sir?” and winked at me in the mirror. “Er… No, that’ll be all, thanks. How much…?” he waved the question away and I hopped down to let the next customer in. Outside, I stroked my scalp and felt the breeze over the smooth skin. I was grinning like mad when I went back in to Boots shop. When he finished the brogues he was re-soling, he took me through to the back stairs and stroked my head and face before giving me a long deep kiss. “It’s a while before the shop shuts so go up to the den and get some tea going.” He kisses me again and I headed off upstairs. “Oh,” he called after me, “go see Rat next door, he’ll sort you out with bleachers, then get your boots and socks off and put some salt and vinegar on your blisters. It’ll hurt, but they’ll dry up nice and fast.” I ducked through the back door to the clothes shop and Rat nearly fell of his stool behind the counter, “Rabbit?!” “Hi, Rat. Boots said to come get sorted with bleachers.” Once we’d found a pair that fitted, and a pair of light blue braces, I went up to the den with instructions to wash the jeans in the bath. When I came out of the bathroom, Loz was making tea and getting dinner. He looked me up and down and smiled, “Well, well, ain’t you the fast worker.” He grabbed a shallow enamelled gazunder, dumped some salt and vinegar in it and poured water from the kettle in, “Get your feet in that, Boots’ll deal with the rest.” I took the gazunder, and a mug of tea, into the den and bathed my blisters in the stinging water. Rat came in while later with a skinhead I didn’t know. He was a couple of inches shorter even than Rat, and a bit podgy, “Oi! Rabbit, this is John. How are the jeans?” “Hanging over the bath to dry.” Rat was already stripping to his wankpants as the new bloke sat down. “Let’s go see.” I followed him to the bathroom and he had me strip and put the wet jeans on, then sat me on the hearth in front of the fire in the den to dry faster, “We need to get bleach on these tonight if you’re going to wear them Sunday night.” “What’s Sunday?” I asked, turning to warm the back of my legs. “Special night at the club. Skins, punks, rudies, all sorts really. It’s ska, reggae, twotone, northern soul and stuff.” “All gay?” “Nah. But all friendly. The NF fake skins and their mates wouldn’t dare come.” Just then, Boots came in carrying a bundle of boots by the laces and some socks. “How’s the feet?” “Bit better.” He dropped the boots by the fireside chair and the socks at my feet, “Put the thin ones on then the heavy ones over the top and over your jeans, and try your boots on. Won’t be a mo.” He went off to the kitchen, returning with tea and a cloth drawstring bag. As he sat in the fireside chair, he nodded at my boots, now laced up on my feet, “Better?” “Much, but don’t think I want to be wearing them much for a few days.” “Don’t worry about that,” he laughed, “we gotta get them polished up yet. Might as well get them off. You need a pair of rough boots.” We spent about half an hour trying on the boots he’d brought in until I’d chosen a comfortable pair I liked the look of – these had cleats up the sleeve instead of eyelets, which I thought looked the business. “Grub up!” Loz called from the kitchen, and we all piled in for a bowl of stew. After food, Loz, Rat and John headed down to the club, “Take it you two will be bust up here tonight,” Loz smiled at us. “Yeah,” Boots nodded, “boots to shine and jeans to bleach.” “OK. I’ll buzz if we need you,” and he left. We sat by the fire that evening, Boots showing me how to polish my boots. Warming the old polish over a candle to wipe it off, melting in new polish, brushing and buffing, then just a thin layer, brush and buff. I’d gone over the rough boots and my new ones twice each an hour or so later when Rat came in. “Those jeans dry yet?” he said, stripping. “Yeah, pretty much,” I told him. The three of us headed to the bathroom and Rat showed me how to wet areas of the denim and put bleach crystals on to make a pattern. I went for a wide white streak over the bum seam, with drips going down the back of the legs, and random patches on the front and lower down the back. It tok another hour before they were hanging over the bath drying off. Rat disappeared again and Boots and I went back to polishing, drinking beer, having a spliff and listening to music until the others came up at the end of the evening.

400 loads in 5 months? Fucking hell, I'm jealous! I haven't seen any stats in a while now, but I've fairly recently heard an expert suggest while nothing can be ever be guaranteed 100%, it's a tiny fraction away from that. As with nay meds, it depends on not missing doses, taking it correctly, etc. From memory there have been a very small number of cases where guys became poz while on PrEP, but they were quite specific circumstances. It would be worth asking doctors where you get your PrEP what the latest assessment is.

Part 3: What Will Wants I checked the text message from Dominic to the apartment building I was parked outside of. It was a match. It was a nice building, proving that Dominic’s business must have been doing well if it allowed him to afford a place here. I rung his apartment number, waiting for a response. “Hello?” came a voice. “Hi,” I said, sounding like a kid trying to sell cookies. “It’s Pasto… I mean, It’s Will Ryder.” “Hey, Will. Right on time. I’ll buzz you up.” As I entered the elevator, I found myself feeling nervous. Was it my dream returning to mind? Was it the thought of beling alone with this man, this stranger? I tried to shake off my nerves. I knocked on Dominic’s door and waited, stepping back as it opened, and a nearly naked Dominic stood in front of me. His chest was bare with only a towel covering his lower half. I could now see all his tattoos and his hairy chest. I flashed back to the dream I had had, seeing him on top of me, feeling him inside of me, and I could instantly feel my cock starting to grow. “Sorry,” he said, smiling. “I just got out of the shower when I buzzed you up. I haven’t been able to get dressed yet.” “That’s no problem,” I said, trying to collect myself. “I go to the gym. It’s not like anything I haven’t already seen.” “Glad to hear it,” he said, stepping aside and welcoming me in. “I’m about to start the steaks. There’s beer in the fridge. If you’d like some wine, I have some in the chiller beneath.” “I don’t drink,” I told him. “Really? Not at all?” I shook my head. “Well, there’s always water.” He told me, but I almost missed it as my eyes wandered down to his treasure trail where a tattoo was just hidden by his towel. “Is water okay?” he asked. “Yeah,” I told him. “Thanks.” “I’ll go and change and be right back,” he said, disappearing down a hall. I wandered around his apartment, noticing drawings on the walls of what I assumed were tattoo ideas. They were detailed and showed a lot of skill. “Do you like them?” Dominic asked, entering back into the apartment fully clothed. “They’re great,” I told him. “You’re really talented.” “Thanks. Do you have any tattoos?” I shook my head. “I almost did when I was in college, but I chickened out.” “Not a fan of needles?” “I just wasn’t sure about doing something that would be so permanent,” I told him. “Plus, what would I get that I know I’d want for the rest of my life?” “There’s always something,” he said. “You just haven’t found it yet.” I turned to him and found him smiling at me. He tilted his head and looked me over, waiting several seconds before saying, “I’ll get the steaks going. How you like your meat cooked?” “Well done.” I told him. He snickered. “What?” “Nothing,” he said. “I’m just on the opposite end. I like it raw.” “Not too raw,” I told him. “That’s unhealthy.” “A bit,” he said, opening the fridge where he removed a packet of steaks and a bottle of beer. “It’s still better.” I’d never had a better steak in my life. We sat at his table talking, comparing our time at college. “I left after freshman year,” Dominic said. “School just wasn’t for me.” “College isn’t for everyone,” I told him. “Did you always want to be a pastor?” he asked. I waited a few seconds before saying, “Yeah. I did.” “That didn’t sound convincing,” I shrugged. “My dad is a pastor, so I always knew what I was going to do.” “But did you really want to be a pastor?” “I… I don’t know. I think so. I mean, I don’t have anything else I’m good at.” “I’m sure that’s not true,” he said. “Maybe there’s something you’re good at that you haven’t tried yet.” “Like what?” I asked. He took a sip of his beer, finishing the bottle. “I’m going to get another one. Are you sure you don’t want one?” “I’ve never had a beer,” I told him. “Well, now’s the time,” he said, taking out two beers. He took them to the counter and opened them. “Do you want a glass or just from the bottle?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “Whatever you think, I guess.” He came back with two bottles and handed me one. I smelled it and cringed. “It’s like vinegar.” “You get used to the taste,” he said. I took a sip and cringed. “That’s really strong.” Dominic smiled. “Keep going. You’ll grow to like it.” I took another sip, finding it easier to drink but still bitter. “Are you dating anyone?” Dominic asked, taking another sip of his beer. I shook my head. “Not since college.” “Why not?” I took another drink of the beer, finding the taste growing on me. “It ended so badly that I didn’t want to get hurt again.” “That’s reasonable,” Dominic said. “What happened?” “She cheated on me,” I said. Dominic whistled. “That’s how it goes, isn’t it? They’re fucking someone else while they’re fucking you.” “Not exactly,” I said, drinking more beer. “What do you mean?” “We never…” I said, trailing off. “Never?” Dominic said. “Have you… have you ever fucked someone?” I shook my head. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said. “How has someone that looks like you not fucked anyone?” “I’m waiting until marriage,” I told him. Dominic started laughing. “Are people still doing that?” “I want my first time to be with someone that I love,” I told him. “It’s special.” “Sex is sex,” he said. “It only carries weight if you want it to. I fucked a guy last night, and it didn’t mean anything.” I stopped drinking the beer, nearing the bottom. “You’re gay?” “I thought you knew that.” I shook my head. “Does it matter?” “No,” I said, feeling slightly uncomfortable having walked in on him as he stood in a towel. Now we were having dinner together. “Did you think this was a date?” I asked him. “No,” he said. He waited a moment before asking, “would it be awful if I had?” “I’m not gay,” I told him. “Not even bi?” “No,” I told him. “I’m straight.” “You could have fooled me,” he said. “What do you mean?” I asked. I was starting to feel the beer as my head swam. “I saw the way you looked at me when I opened the door.” “You were in a towel,” I reminded him. “You surprised me, that’s all.” “And all the other times you looked me over?” he asked. I sat quietly, looking down at my beer. How did he know? I’d never had a gay thought about anyone before, and the first time I do, he somehow knows about it? “I’m not judging you,” Dominic said. “I’m flattered. A hot guy like you staring at me is an honor.” “You think I’m hot?” Dominic nodded. “If it wasn’t for the whole, waiting until you’re married thing, I’d try to have you right here, right now. But, like you said, you’re not gay.” I sat quietly, thinking about my dream and everything Dominic had said about me. I’d never wondered if I was gay before. It never occurred to me that I could be. Not until I saw Dominic did I start to have these feelings, feelings I wasn’t able to understand fully. Maybe Dominic understood more than I knew. Maybe he could understand what I was feeling and why. My head swam as I tried to figure things out. I finished my beer. “How would I know?” I asked. “How would you know what?” “If I was gay,” I told him. “How would I know?” “It’s not that complicated,” he told me. “Have you ever thought about a guy in a sexual way? That’s a basic clue.” I stared at him for several moments until nodding. “Really?” he said. “Who?” I tried to take another drink of my beer, remembering that it was finished. “You,” I finally said. “Me?” Dominic said, the word hanging between us. “You thought about me?” “I had a dream,” I told him. “When was this?” “A week ago,” I said. “Tonight.” He smiled. “And what were we doing?” he asked, standing up and taking my empty bottle. He went to the fridge and grabbed more. “Do I really have to say it?” I asked him. “You know it was sexual.” “There’s a ton of things we could have been doing,” he said, handing me a bottle. “For my own gratification, I want to narrow it down.” “I shouldn’t be talking about this,” I told him. “This is wrong.” “And yet,” he said, nodding down to my crotch. I looked down and could see my pants starting to tent. I moved to cover myself, but I knew it was too late. Just thinking about telling him was making me hard. I could feel my heart starting to race, my skin feeling flushed. It was getting hot in the apartment. “We were having sex,” I told him. “What kind?” “I don’t know.” “You’ve got to have seen some porn,” he said. “Come on. What position were we in?” I racked my brain for the name. “Missionary.” “Missionary for the pastor,” Dominic said. “That’s fitting. Who was on top?” “What?” “You really don’t know anything, do you?” he said. “Who had a dick in their ass? Me or you?” I drank more of my beer, feeling hotter every second. “I did.” Dominic smiled. “You dreamt of me fucking you,” he said. “The day we met. You dreamt of me fucking your hole.” “Can you please stop saying that?” “How did it feel?” he asked. “It didn’t actually happen,” I reminded him. “But how do you remember thinking it felt? Did you think it felt good? Did you like it?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “I woke up before anything really happened.” His smile faded a bit. “What happened? Why did you wake up?” “I had a wet dream,” I said. “Sounds like your subconscious is trying to tell you something,” he said, standing up from his chair. “Sounds like, even on our first day of meeting, you knew you wanted me. That’s hot. You’re a man who knows what he wants.” “I don’t, though,” I stressed. “I don’t know what I want.” “Your dick says otherwise.” “It doesn’t mean anything,” I told him. “But it could,” he said. He came around the table and stood in front of me. With his crotch nearly eye level, I could see a bulge forming in his pants. Without realizing, I licked my lips. “I know how to know for sure whether or not you’re gay.” “And how’s that?” I asked. I must have been fuming as my body continued to feel as if I was overheating. “Kiss me,” he said. “What?” “Kiss me,” he repeated. “Kiss me, and if you don’t feel something, you can go home right now and forget all about me. I won’t see you again. I promise. But, if you do feel something, you have to see where it takes you. Deal?” My anger was rising, leading to a hasty decision. Whatever reasoning I normally had was gone. I stood up and faced him, Dominic puffing out his chest slightly. He wrapped a hand around me, pressing his palm to the small of my back. He pushed me toward him, his other hand reaching up to my face, feeling my stubble. Our eyes met, and all my anger subsided. He brought my face toward his, his mouth opening to receive mine. My eyes closed slightly, but my other senses were heightened as I felt his tongue enter my mouth, tasting me and me him. Our bodies were pressed against each other, our growing bulges rubbing. As we kissed, my dream was awoken, playing again in my mind. Now I could feel him against me for real. I could smell his skin. It was intoxicating. He leaned back and looked me in the eye. “So?” he said. “What did you think?” Without hesitation, I reached out and grabbed his face, pulling him back in for another kiss. I wanted to explore every part of him. I needed him closer to me. I needed him to bridge whatever gap existed between us. I needed him… inside me. “Fuck me,” I whispered, breaking the kiss. “What did you say?” Dominic asked. “I said, fuck me,” I told him. “But we aren’t married,” he joked. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” I stopped and thought about it, really considering what it was that I was asking him. A week ago, I would have thought I was crazy saying that I wanted this man, a near stranger, to fuck me. Now, it’s all I wanted. “Yes,” I told him. “I want you to fuck me.” Dominic smiled. “Alright,” he said. “But, if we do this, you have to listen to everything I say. Do you understand. Whatever I tell you to do, you do it. No matter what it is. That’s the deal. If you want me to fuck you, I’m in charge. Understand?” “I…” I started, finding a moment of uncertainty. “If you want this, there’s no going back,” he said. “You have to be sure.” I shook my head, a rush filling my mind. “Will,” Dominic said. “Are you ready?” “Yes,” I told him, wanting my clothes off that instant. “Then follow me,” he said, grabbing my arm and guiding me away from the table and down the hall. We passed a door on the right which was closed and then stopped at the room at the end where I could see his unmade bed. He led me inside and turned to me. “Last chance to leave,” he said. I shook my head and started to unbutton my shirt. Dominic smiled and then did the same, pulling off his shirt and revealing his hairy chest and sexy tattoos. With my shirt off, Dominic reached out and pulled me close to him, running his hands through my chest hair and pinching my nipples. I gasped, never feeling something this erotic in my entire life. “Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded. “I’ve just never…” “I keep forgetting you’re a virgin,” he said, smiling. He kissed my neck and then moved down to my chest, stopping at my nipple which he bit. “What are you—” “I said you need to do what I want you to do,” Dominic said. “This is a part of that. We’re going to do things tonight that will push you, but it’ll all be worth it in the end. By tomorrow morning, you’ll be converted. Is that what you want?” I ran my hands over his chest, feeling his heart beating. His chest hair curled over my fingers, as if his body was pulling me into him. “I want you,” I said. “I want it. I want everything.” He took my chin and pulled me in for a kiss. “You’ll get it,” he said. I smiled.

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.

Last weekend I went to a friend's wedding. It was a fairly small wedding and was starting to wind down. Meanwhile there was another wedding in the hotel at the same time which, as I was getting ready to leave, was still going strong. In fact the other wedding was getting really drunk and loud. While I was in the men's room two partiers in their mid twenties came in, one of whom was the groom, who was being assisted by the other guy, his best man. Both men were somewhat drunk, and the best man thought the groom was going to throw-up, so I assisted the best man get the groom into a stall. No sooner was the groom settled than the best man passed out, but I managed to get him into the next stall. I went back to check on the groom who was passing out and coming back around, and found myself kissing him. I think he thought I was his bride because he kept cooing "Michelle." I managed to get him bent over the toilet inside the stall and worked his pants down. He liked getting rimmed (don't they all? lol)! Once he was really wet and loosened up, I thought I could get my raging hard dick in. He was still really tight and and he surfaced a bit and yelped as I started sliding my dick in him. Someone came in right after that, but luckily he passed out as the door was opening so whoever came in didn't hear him. His ass was super tight and had obviously never had a dick in it before. I love marking virgin territory. He came back around and passed out again several times while I was fucking his sweet ass, and he seemed to start liking it in those fleeting moments. That tight ass was hot to fuck; it felt incredible wrapped around my cock. Unfortunately it felt so good I didn't last long. As short as it was, I thoroughly enjoyed leaving him a big creamy gift! After I put myself back together and left the stall, I noticed the best man was still passed out in the next stall. I was tempted to treat the best man to my special gift as well, but knowing I got a twofer by doing the groom and indirectly the new bride, I decided not to risk getting caught. Memories of that tight groom ass wrapped around my cock and the pleasure of blowing my load deep in his gut have been jack off material every day since.

so fucking hot , i want .............

This is the recurring motif of a gay life. I have lived life in the shadow of infectious STIs. I came to terms with the prospect of HIV many years ago. I made a choice to live and fuck without fear of infection. Yes, I will acquire infections; maybe they will be the end of me, or my body will end up scarred… or possibly ill die from an asteroid on my way home from work. HIV has claimed many lives before me and I respect it’s impact; however, I credit my view on HIV for effectively mentally navigating through COVID. And I’ll do it again for pox and whatever else life throws at me. #YOLO I’m not going to spend mine abstaining from what makes me feel most alive.

I agree with most of the stars already mentioned, but would love to swap loads with Blue Bailey more than anyone else. Mason Wyler is a close second.

Tyler wu

W H O A !!!! l haven't been on this site as much so thank god I logged in today! What a hoT fucking story! The eroticism is only enhanced by each Dad and their deep love to their sons. I love how you write of their intimate emotional connections! It's as arousing as the descriptive sexual chemistry. And speaking of chems...I can only salivate to how this scenario will play out! Please keep it coming EvilQueerPig ! You are inspiring me to finish one of my sTories here that has long been neglected for continuing chapters...

"Young men, get in the middle of the bed!" Matt said, opening a dresser drawer and retrieving points, tourniquets and alcohol preps. "As blood of my blood I'll be injecting my viral blood into your veins as well as making your hole bleed a bit. This shall be an act of love as well as some added insurance. MJ, TJ, are you okay with this"" "Sure!" they said in unison as TY and Matt joined their sons in bed. Applying the tourniquets, Matt and Ty found suitable veins, wiping them and inserting the points and drawing a bit of blood. Next, the tourniquets were wrapped around TJ's and MJ's arms, wiping the area and inserting the blood filled syringes and injecting them. Instinctively, the 4 of them licked each other's blood. In a state of bliss, MJ said, "I truly am blood of your blood and I actually feel you in me. TJ and I laid out the basics when we came up with this plan but this is far beyond anything we imagined!" "MJ is absolutely right!" TJ exclaimed. "I've loved you since the day I was born, but with your blood in my veins, that love is stronger. Of course, I love daddy Matt and MJ just as much and I look forward to the near future when we all share the same virus!" Ty chimed in, "I think we need to save the syringes as a souvenir of tonight. Maybe we can make a scrapbook. Look at our 4 cocks, throbbing and leaking precum. I haven't been this excited since my first night with Matt!" Picking up the 2 toothbrushes, MJ passed TJ the one that belonged to him. "TJ, repeat after me. Dad, take this toothbrush and put it in my ass. Rough it up and break some blood vessels. make fertile ground for your seed to grow." TJ repeated MJ's words verbatim. Kissing each other, they handed their toothbrushes to their dads. "We'll put these in the scrapbook too! But they need to be used in their mouths tomorrow." Matt said. "Let's start on the count of three. Younf men, spread your cheeks, One. Two. Three!" Looking down, their son's virgin puckers were tantalizing. ripe for the picking. In unison, they inserted the toothbrushes, twirling them around, as their sons winced then smiled. A brief session of this and the toothbrushes were removed, tinged pink. Their sons smiled with satisfaction. "Dad, daddy Ty, would you bite our holes?" MJ suggested. "You can kiss us with our ass blood on your lips and be blood of our blood!" To be continued

Part 6 Ok, you guessed it right. I am a sadistic bastard. If it would have been up to me, little Ben would be pimping his cute little ass on the street, selling his holes for few bucks instead of telling his story. My name is Dimitri Vassiliev and I worked for Carlos for the last 6 years. Anyone looking at us would think that Carlos is the muscle man, doing all the dirty work. In fact, Carlos is the boss. He owns me, like the few dozen young male prostitutes who work for him. It’s like that, Carlos has a lot of money, but he isn’t a show-off. And don’t get me wrong, Carlos is a mass of muscles. He broke my arm twice, the first time to teach me a lesson, the second for fun. I was 21 back then when one night, in need for cash, I spotted a nice BMW, discreetly parked few feet from the main street. An easy target. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you” a male voice said. I turn around to find the shadow of a guy around my age, lewdly undressed for one and unique purpose: sex. “What do you care faggot? So fuck off!” I snickered at him and prepare to break-in the car. I felt a large hand gripping my shoulder and another pushing me against the car. The next few hours are unknown to me, as Carlos always refused to tell me what happened, except that somewhere there was a “video of me committing an unforgivable act for which I wouldn’t want the police to find out about”. What I know is I woke up in a messy room with 6-7 guys naked or almost naked. I was naked myself except for a small little pink thong. I tried to stand up to find many hands pushing me back down on the couch, groping me. Urgh! Faggots! “Drink!” one of them told me, holding a bottle at me while another one pinched my nose and tilted my head. The other guys were horsing around, laughing. Loud music could be heard from the floor below. A guy straddled me, pinning my arms, lazily dragging his junk on my belly button. “Good girl, now don’t move!”. The wet tip of his cock was leaving traces as he was sensually gyrating his hips. I had hard time to focus. An annoying buzzing sound above me came forward. Someone was shaving my head. Another drink, two pills, another black out. “Come on loser, it’s your turn!” A tall hairy guy was slapping me awake. “Huh? My turn for what?” I managed to say, still confused about where I was and what I had to do?” “Stand here, and when Bob called your name, you go on the scene and do a nice little dance for all the patrons. Marco, stay with him.” Marco was the type of guy that hit the gym more than once a week. As he walked toward me, his impressive semi-hard cock bounced on a very low set of balls. He positioned himself behind me, pressing his cock against the thin cord of the thong. His left hand casually stroking my soon-to-be-hard cock. In normal circumstances, I would have beat the sonofabitch, but nothing. I should have ran away, but in my drugged-state of mind, it never occurred to me. “Don’t worry, after the first twelve to fifteen times, you’ll get the gist of it” After a warm applause, a naked guy sauntered in the room. A loud voice from speakers was heard: “And now, for its first time with us, straight (literally) from the streets, ready to be converted to a new lifestyle, please welcome our latest young punk, I named, Prissy Dim-Dim!” The crowd started to applause and cheers again. “Up you go, Dim-Dim, it’s you” as Marco pushed me toward the scene. “Go make your little dance!” That was 6 years ago. Any fuckers daring to call me that name again, would wish to be dead. Only Carlos called me Prissy, sometimes. When there is no one around. That night, Prissy Dim-Dim became the event of the night. I didn’t dance the first four songs, and was forced to stay on the scene until I completed my rotation. A set of three dances where I slowly strip until I am naked. With only a thong barely hiding my pill-induced hardon, I just stood there, hands over my crotch. A customer sitting in the front row, definitely a biker, motioned me in a friendly-manner to come closer. Then he started to talk to me in a low voice. I had to bent in order to hear him which brought me closer to him. In a swift move, he grabbed the two rings from my chest (For fuck sake! When did I get my nipples pierced!?) causing me to scream which draw a lot of laughs. “Listen to me, punk-boy, you better start shaking your little ass to please me, or I swear you will dance at the sound of my belt whipping you. ” I danced. Three times. I scampered back in the room, crying like a baby, wishing to disappear. Then I got a hazing from the other stripped dancers which can be resume to a gang bang. Marco and another guy named Jet, or Jett, had dibs on me. Jett was the first to fuck me, asking me to beg for his POZ cum, to fill my tight virgin ass with his toxic load. The drugs had wear off and I was fully-aware of what he was asking. I begged him to not fuck me. He pressed his cock against my asshole, testing its resistance. And again. Alas the tip penetrated me. Who ever tells you that they haven’t put anything up their butt, not even their little finger and they enjoy their cherry being taken, well, they lied. I begged him to stop. He pushed his hard cock to the hilt, grinding my ass to make sure I felt every inch of his dick fully-lodged in my ass. It is, to this day, the weirdest feeling I ever had. A cock went straight through, and very deep, abruptly rearranging my guts. I begged him to pulled out. He hammered me like a mad man. I was fucked by a complete stranger, ignoring me, like I a fleshlight. As he fucked me, he kept telling me he wouldn’t last very long, and I better beg him for his load. Then I was overwhelmed by the shrieks of being fucked, the grunts of the fucker, the smell of shit, the sweats of manly bodies. As he fucked me, one more unexpected thing happened, the need to cum. I begged him to fucked me harder. He did, and cum from my own cock flew everywhere in front of me. I was spent. The euphoric rush you have just when you cum was gone. I needed no more to be fucked. He never stop. I knew what was coming. I begged him to not cum in me. He just laughed; “I will stop fucking you if you beg me as I asked”. “Please give me your load”, I said loud enough for him to hear me. “Close, but not enough”, he replied. His short grunts told me he was almost there. “Please give me your toxic load”, I managed to say. Anything to stop him fucking me. “Wish granted” was his reply and with that he long-dicked me brutally. “Wait! What? You told me you’d stop if I beg you” “Oh I’ll stop, but not until I give you my gift!” he panted. He kept his cock in me, thrusting in sporadically, like after waves from an earthquake. He brought his mouth to my right ear, nibbling it a little before whispering: “I told you I wouldn’t do that if I were you”.

Had to do a late drive the other night…I’d been to seen my brother and left his bout 11.50pm …its only a 2.5 hour drive home and I wasn’t rushing. Got to a services on and needed coffee and a piss. Was at the urinal when I noticed a bloke three down was just stood there dick out looking at me. …I wasn’t sure he was after some so went to my wash hands ..this time he stood right next to me …it was now bout 01.10 and there was no one in the place …I said “alright mate” …he said “yeah and was I looking?” …I’m proper slow sometimes but I finally was like “yeah mate could be” He then looks round see if the coast is clear and grabs my arse..leans in and snogs me. He’s in his 40s I think ..bit chubby and looks hairy …beard balding but good daddy vibes 😜 Great kisser …any how he takes me in to one of the shower rooms (its a services that cater for a lot of HGV drivers) …its a bit damp but clean in there and we strip …both bollock naked snogging and wanking …he says “you want fucking mate?” …im a bit hesitant cos I haven’t cleaned out but think im prob good to go …so say “yeah” …”nice one” Bit more wanking and bend over to suck his thick dick …bit musky …nice …loads of pre-cum and his foreskin slides back easy …he’s reaching my hole with a wet finger …”turn round mate” I do and brace myself n the shower cubicle …he rubs his wet dick on my hole “you clean mate?” He asks ….”yeah think so” …”what it bare?” He asks …all the while rubbing my hole …im like “fuck yeah mate” …but still he’s not going for it …still rubbing and really turning me on…”you on prep mate?” …”yeah …why you poz ?” …that’s when he finally pops the head of his cock in me and slowly pulls me on to him …”yeah mate i am" …he fucks me slow and steady for a good while …and I'm proper getting off on it …my cock is drooling pre-cum and cum he’s hitting the spot …then picks up the pace …”bloody hell mate your arse is fantastic”…im wanking and about to blow when he pulls me on to him and blows a big load in me and it make me shoot my load on the wall …he slowly pumps my are a couple more times and pulls out. I wipe my arse with a tissue pleased to see just cum …and we get dressed …he’s like “your a hot lad ..thanks for the fuck mate” …and other small talk …find out he’s been poz for about 6 months and so far I was the first lad to let him cum inside since he started telling people …he’s not long been telling them …nice bloke …very nice fuck we swapped numbers

Disclaimer: sorry for my English. I know it isn't very good but I do hope you enjoy this true story. A week ago I was on Grindr looking for some bareback sex. A raw cock was all I needed. I texted a 22 yeard old guy, from Sicily, but living in Rome. He described himself as 'kinky and hung'. A few days later we got together, and as we were about to fuck and I asked "Are you poz?" "No," he replied, adding "are you?" "Yes." "On meds?" "Sure," I lied. Well, it was a gorgeous hard fuck. I ended up scooping his cum from my hole, licking it from my fingers and deep kissing him. Afterwards we lay in my bed, smoking cigarettes and cuddling, when commented "You've got no limits, man." "Well, I hope you enjoyed yourself," I replied. "Yeah, I did, and to be honest I wanna be like you." "Do you always play bare?" "Yeah. Four months ago I knew for sure I was still neg, but I really don't know now." "So you wanna get pozzed?" "Emmm, well, I gotta admit the mere thought of taking a poz load makes me hard." "And what if I told you I had lied earlier?" He kissed me deeply and, staring straight into my eyes asked "What do you mean?" "I'm not on meds. Want some poz cum? Want my virus in your blood?" Without saying a word he took my bone into his mouth and gave me head. Ordinarily I have a hard time cumming if I'm only getting a blow job, but something about playing with a 22 year old who wanted to taste poz cum pushed me over the edge. That and I wanted to please him. And, as my poz load began making its way out of my balls I asked "Are you ready for my toxic spunk?" "Yes, sir," he replied as he closed his eyes, a look of rapture on his face, as he swallowed all my poz man juice. Afterwards he said the next time we play he wants my cum in his ass - no mercy. I will definitely brand him.

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