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Been married/monogamous past 5 years but hubby and I sex life has cooled off - so I recently started BBRT account to chat/swap pics - what can I say, get off on attention I wasn't getting from him. Mostly just chat, have video JO sesh once or twice but never met up... well, until our trip to Hawaii last week. I was cruising on the apps while he napped- I have limited personal info, nice dick pic, so usually get anon profiles to respond. Started chatting with a local guy in the area who says he can host. He says he's vers but feeling "99.9% top" that day. I tell him I'll try and sneak away later in the afternoon if I can come up with an excuse... Before meeting up, I shower and do a quick douche to clean out. I decide to hit up the hotel gym after. Its empty apart from some hot gym daddy on weights. I start getting nice and sweaty - it was humid AF and the air didn't seem to be working. Every once in awhile I catch gym daddy sneaking a peak at my ass - is he checking me out? I keep making glances his way, we finally make eye contact and I get a smirk from him. He def has a wedding ring on but the thought of a married daddy gets me excited. Shortly after, the next time I look over he has his shirt off - and he has a nice ripped, hairy chest - he's sweating, and drops his weight and starts rubbing his crotch. Doesn't take long for me to make my way over to the weight rack next to him - by this point, I'm trembling. I haven't fucked around with anyone aside from my partner in years, but I'm so horny by this point I'm about to burst. I stare at him in the mirror, then get on my knees. Before I know it he has his cock out - sweaty, girthy, and rock hard. I start sucking him off - literally in the middle of this hotel gym. A quick glance around shows no cameras - but I know its only a matter of time before someone comes in. I ask if he has a place to go - his wife is upstairs he tells me. We decide to head to the bathroom and before long he has his tongue up my hole, cleaning up my sweat and prepping me for his dick. I don't use condoms with my husband, so when he presses the head of his cock against my hole, I have a quick moment of panic.... but the inner cum slut in me begs for it all. I suck him some more and get him lubed up, then slowly take his dick. It has been 6 months since having sex for me so it takes awhile before I can adjust to his raw dick inside, have to take a few breaks, before I sit him down on the bench in the shower and am able to take him all inside me. Before long, I'm riding him hard - he lasts maybe 5 min before shooting his load deep inside me. He kisses me long and hard before I slide off him, a few drops of cum drip down on his stomach - which I lick up. He gets dressed and leaves before I do the same....get back to my phone and notice new notification from the guy I'd previously messaged asking when I'm free. Head back to hotel room - husband still asleep so I wake him up to say I will be running to the store (for drinks/snacks) and does he need anything? I quickly rush to guy #1 place where he's already waiting. He asks how long I have - maybe 15-20min? Before I head to the store and get back to the hubs. He pushes me onto the bed and kisses me long and hard, his tongue down my throat driving me wild. I didn't cum with gym daddy (just took his load) so by this point I'm rock hard. Local guy goes down on me, and I start oozing precum. He turns me over and starts eating me out - I wonder if he could taste gym daddy's load in there? We spend a couple more minutes of me sucking his cock, 69 each other, and he keeps rimming me and by this point I know he has tasted the load. I notice he has fresh poppers - after the first hit, I go wild. Begging him for his cock - he opens a condom which I quickly throw aside. I'm monogamous/neg I tell him - and want his load, which drives him wild. He lubes up and slides right into me - he is maybe 6in but girthy, and I can feel his dick mixing in with gym daddy's load. He kisses me long and hard as he fucks me, sweat dripping on both of us (do none of these places have A/C??). He asks how bad I want it, and I'm moaning with pleasure, as he thrusts deeper and deeper into me. Eventually I cum hands free, buckets of cum all over my chest. He takes a break and then without warning, scoops up my load, presses it against my hole, and then start fucking my own cum back inside my hole. I stay rock hard this entire time - I've never had a guy do that before. So now I have gym daddy load and my own inside, he's fucking me in and out and before long he has a long hard thrust into me again. I can feel his cock pulsating as I take his big load - he told me it had been 5 days since he last came, and I can tell its a big one. He stays inside me and we make out deeply again - I can't believe I just cheated but damn this was such a fucking hot experience. As he slides his cock out of me, he reaches for a towel but before he can wipe off his cock I grab him. I get down on my knees and start cleaning off his cock in my mouth - mixture of lube and cum from multiple people. He's moaning again and when I'm done he stands me up and we make out some more - hot, sloppy, cum kiss. Make my way to the store, and by the time I get back to my hotel my hubby is awake. I head to the bathroom and can feel the loads in me about to come out so I turn on the shower to make some noise. I've never tried felching but have always thought it was hot. I decide to sit down over one of those hotel wine glasses and the cum starts flowing out of me. Local guy and gym daddy musta had huge loads, in addition to my own that was fucked inside me. The smell drives me wild and before taking a second guess - I'm drinking down the entire cup - sweet and salty, thick and creamy. As I shower, I get hard again thinking of the cum leaking out my hole and manage to jack off again. Finally cleaned up - I exit the bathroom and get ready for dinner with the hubby... Never cheated before but the inner cum whore in me truly felt more alive in this moment than I have in 5 years of marriage. Might be time to talk about opening the relationship....

A 10 day festival just started in my city and literally every park and square is filled with free stages. One of the coolest events in Belgium of the year and finally after 3 years it's back! I was dancing a bit and already had some drinks when I guy I had eyecontact with started dancing with me. It started very casual but after some time i felt him pushing against me so we shared a little kiss. He asked me to join him to his house but on the way we passed a park and the need was too high so he pushed me on my knees quickly. Walking home with cum inside my hole now, nice start of the festival 🙂

Here I am with these men who are scary looking; The four of them are in their 30s and well built with a lot of tattoos. as one says to the other, here is prine pussy, not like the faggots we fucked in prison. One of them tells the others at least you had something to fuck as I was in solitary confinement for two years. Look for the supply and finds a bag, then empty it. WOW, we are going to have a real party. My brother has told me nothing as I can't run away as all I'm wearing is this jock strap. as they look at the parTy supplies, I'm getting the feeling this was all set up as one comes over and starts to kiss me. He pulls away and says you want to do this easy or hard as we don't care; either way, we will wreck your holes with our dicks. The mean one smiles at me and motions me to come over; he grabs my skinny arm, puts on a strap, then finds a vein. He looks me in the eye and says you will have a good time as the plunger goes in and the belt is released; I fall back onto the bed as dicks come from me at all angles for me to suck. They bend me in half with my head over the edge of the bed and my legs by my shoulders. The one by my ass knows how to eat and treat me as his tongue is doing beautiful things to my ass hole, but my throat will be sore when they finish with me. As soon as he cums the one fucking my throat enters my ass. The one fucking my throat pulls out, and I see him putting some powder on the head of his dick. He is not gentle but seems desperate as he drives right in like you have 1 minute to fuck; until it starts burning. The look on his face is red and angry as the others cheer him on. I guess this is how they fuck in prison. In less than 10 minutes, all four of them fuck me and gave me large loads. They sit back looking at the parTy supplies and start slamming themselves and me again. Maybe 30 minutes later, the one in solitary confinement comes over and tells me to suck his dick as he has to make up for lost time. It does not take him long to get hard; he is going long and slow this time but now slapping me on my ass cheeks. They like that I'm not giving them problems like some do in prison, so they don't have to tune me up. I know I will be here for a while, so my brother was kind enough to leave plenty of water; the bottles are marked regular and loaded; I'm getting the water bottles with GHB as Dad taught me the effects. Between Tina and G, I'm a willing cumdump for them as a dick comes from my ass; I suck as they say I would be a great prison bitch as I louse track on time and what they are doing to me, I do hear one make a phone call and says they are finished with me to pick me up. He speaks on the phone. Your boy took us on and tired us out. What bitch you have who would think a skinny twink could take so much abuse and keep asking for more. WTF did I say? I wanted more and more as I did not believe it until they showed me the video of me telling them to fuck me again, begging for tina, and when they were resting, crawling around on the floor as they sat in the chairs, going over to suck their dicks and being a real tease.

I waited, and waited to see what the response would be regarding this thread. As a bottom, the thought of being clean is a never ending struggle. I don't eat, I purge, I douche, I douche again. It goes on and on. Sometimes tops will tell me that they had a good time, but the HIGHEST compliment a bottom can receive is when a top says THANKS FOR TAKING THE TIME TO BE CLEAN. It may not matter to some tops, but you know what, it is a matter of pride. I have guys, who are well known tops tell me, "I appreciate you taking the time to make matters CLEAN DOWN THERE". Well, what do you know, I got a compliment for proper hygiene! ALL gay men need to understand that life is NOT a porno movie and it takes time to prepare to bottom. This has been one of the best threads and I finally had to chime in!

Cruising and breeding....need that in my ass!

Good luck I’ve been castrated and don’t regret it at all

Got some new pictures

infected first time I got fucked, bareback slut all the way

posted earlier but want to update Meeting Doctor Monday 18 July to schedule my castration. Everything is in order so next step is the snipping.

PigSon & his PigDad - Chapter 4 Dad Jake placed the hot glass pipe down to the wet washcloth, letting out that all familiar “hiss” as the hot pipe cooled to the wet washcloth. There was no swirl left in the pipe, after he and his boy Adam had just shotgunned each other. But now it was Kyle’s turn. And daddy Jake was to teach him how. So daddy Jake picked up the pipe, cuddled close to Kyle, lit his Bic to the bottom of the pipe, bubbling that wonderful crystal again, informing How to look at those beautiful white clouds swirling in the pipe bulb, beautiful fuckin clouds, and when that whole pipe clouded milky white, he put the stem to Kyle’s eager mouth, instructing him to “suck in slowly, slowly, while Daddy’s Bic flame stayed on the pipe, burning that beautiful Crystal, as daddy Jake rocked his pipe back-and-forth, saying, “suck it in baby Kyle. Suck in your future, our futures, bitch. Keep sucking. Suck suck as much as you can and hold it in, baby.” Jake Twirled that pipe back-and-forth after taking the flame off to it, until there was no cloud left, telling Kyle to blow a big beautiful white cloud for all of them to see. And it was The most fucking beautiful thing all three of them saw. Jake put the pipe down on the washcloth, hissssss. “You like, baby Boy?” asked Jake to Kyle. Picking the pipe up again, and lighting the torch flame to it, daddy Jake swirled the pipe again, saying to Kyle, “now baby, you me and Adam are all gonna swap and share, bitch.” Dad Jake took it all in, shotgunned Kyle, who as ordered by daddy Jake, shotgunned into his boy Adam. Now Picking up that more intense torch, daddy Jake fired up the torch, ran it between the stem (Daddy likes to use a longstem pipe, keeping the flame more away from the lips) back down to the bulb, letting all that beautiful brown shit start swirling again, and all three shared that beautiful fucking cloudy white cloud, bitch, Swapping back-and-forth, over and over, torch to that bulb, tortured every little brown spec that was on that fucking glass pipe, until that fucking pipe was burned clean,bitch. Ahhh. “Time to move the shit upstairs, Time to clean out our fucking Hungry pussies, For the seed we’re all gonna take and give to each other, bitches, ahhhh,” Claimed dad Jake. Daddy and his two boys are all fucking horned up now. And after they clean themselves up, they still had the percolator bong to work with later. So fucking fucking hot, bitches. Men working together, in unison, sniffing their dirty stank, licking their fucking feet, Sniffing their dirty tank tops jacks and socks,their fucking armpits, their juicy fucking pussy holes, and sucking on each other’s fucking hard cocks bitches. The adventure continued. Daddy Jake at this point, would have to enter this chapter and future ones a bit later From now on. End of Chapter 4

Part 58 - The Shadow Of Being Royal Max and Franco spent so long talking, kissing and touching that they got so comfortable and dozed on and off until Alex returned. He smiled looking at the two of them mostly naked on their sides facing each other with Franco's arm across Max. Franco stirred feeling the bed move slightly thinking Max had shifted position, opening one eye he found Max still facing him then became aware of another body close to him. "Sorry didn't mean to wake you" Alex said quietly so not to wake Max. Franco rolled on his back "I should go and leave you two alone" he said rubbing his eyes. Alex patted his leg "Don't be silly, you are not the first to share this bed" he replied. Surprisingly for Alex he found that Franco didn't argue, Alex was knackered anyway from his busy day and fell asleep allowing himself to push his body up next to Franco's. He laid there with his eyes open and frequently glancing at the two men lying next to him. He got it. He was finding them both sexually attractive and could understand that they were simply two horny young men who had a love for sex, yet importantly their love for each other was indestructible. Franco smiled to himself knowing full well he saw many of the same traits in Tom, he didn't feel that sort of need and saw himself as more of a one on one type person. Artem was doing the early wake up shift and stood there with two cups of coffee rolling his eyes at seeing the third person laying in the bed fast asleep. Seeing Franco in between the prince and Max was not much of a surprise since he was aware the Franco and Max were spending some alone time together. He couldn't help moving closer to get a discreet look at Franco, his skin looked so soft and he was sure that it would be delectable to touch. Alex laid with his hand just below Franco's left nipple, and Max on his side facing Franco had one hand across his stomach. So many times he had walked in on a similar scene, yet this one felt different and definitely stung at his heart. Artem shook out of it placing the cup down and went around the other side of the bed placing the other cup down by Max and noticing he still had underwear on which gave him some kind of relief. "Good morning your royal highness, sir" Artem said in a loud voice, "Your coffee". Franco snapped his eyes open "Shit!" he cried out sitting up waking Alex and Max with a startle. Their eyes quickly met "I will bring you a coffee in Franco" Artem said bowing then leaving. "I shouldn't worry" Alex said patting Franco's back, "How did you both get on last night?" he asked. "He wouldn't fuck me!" Max complained then laughed sitting up kissing Franco on the cheek. Franco chuckled at his predicament "Well I never thought I would get caught like this!". Max leaned across Franco and kissed Alex "Nice evening?" he asked. Alex nodded "Busy but alright. So how did it go with you both?" he asked again. "Good" Franco replied smiling, "Such an interesting person you have here" he said. Alex cocked his head to one side "He is as much yours as mine Franco" he reminded him. Max laid back against the pillows "Nice kisser" he said sipping his coffee as Artem returned. Franco looked at him handing him a cup of coffee "Thank you Artem" he said softly. Artem nodded "Don't get use to it, I am not doing this every day" he said bowing and leaving. "Dam!" Alex exclaimed looking at Franco, "He is really in to you, how did I miss that?" he said. Franco stared at the door "I am not sure, he told me to hook up with Jack". "And?" Max asked putting his cup down, "Are you?". Franco shrugged "Honestly, Jack caught my eye but I am not sure about him" he replied. Max looked at him "Do what feels right Franco. Only don't leave it too long to act on it". Franco stayed for a few more minutes before dressing the leaving Alex and Max alone to get ready for their day ahead. Max suddenly remembered that today was the big TV interview at 4pm where Alex and he would sit down and be interviewed by the top TV station in Monrovia. Another coup that had been set up by the palace PR team due to enormous interest around the gay royal and the up coming marriage. Alex dressed with the help of Tom and Mateo assisting Max who was playing up this morning laughing as Mateo tried to get him dressed. Artem came rushing in looking worried carrying his phone. "The king is on his way here" he quickly said handing the phone to Alex, "Brace yourself!". "What on earth is the matter?" Alex asked looking between Artem and Max. Alex took the phone and read the Monrovia Morning Star papers headline 'Prince Alexander in Royal rumpy pumpy country orgy at Greenacres' he read aloud as the expression on his face dropped reading in detail about the supposed orgy that took place between Prince Alexander, his protection officer and valet during the royal summer break at Greenacres last year. Straight away he knew the only person who could have gone to the press, or who even knew anything that would do this. Alex handed the phone to Max "Artem are you alright?" he asked. "Yes. It is trash reporting, Liam just laughed when he read it" Artem replied as Liam came in. "You have seen it?" Liam asked looking at Alex who nodded, "Lipscombe has a lot to answer to". Alex looked at the screen again "Well he was the only person who apparently caught us" he said. Max slowly ready through the article "What do you make of it?" Alex asked him. "It will make the interview a little awkward this afternoon" Max replied scrolling through. "Like Artem said, trash reporting and just what he think he heard" Max added brushing it off. They could hear the king entering the lounge and heading towards the bedroom and dressing room. Alex sat down on the bench staring up at Max. "Your majesty" they all said standing and bowing, everyone else quickly left the room. Alex looked at his father "You look angry" he said lowering his head, "I am so sorry father". "Not with you Alex" his father replied, "Lipscombe has been arrested and is being charged". Max sat next to him putting his arm around him "What do we do?" Max asked. The king sat next to them "What ever it takes to bury this breach of confidentiality" he replied. "What do you suggest?" Alex asked looking at his father for guidance, "Lie?". "Tell Max everything about Greenacres. I mean everything!" the king replied. "He knows all of it and about Lipscombe" Alex replied and Max nodded confirming he did. "Good" the king said, "You can either be sort of honest or shroud the truth" he suggested. Alex looked up "I won't live with lies or secrets now I have Max" he said making it clear. The king nodded "I suggest you two decide what you will say then talk with the palace PR team". At the opposite end of the boulevard in the governor premiers mansion Adam Thebault owner of the morning star had been summoned and was now trying to explain things away to Steven who paced around his office looking angry. The words dirty money being thrown about and Adam was nervously sat there knowing full well that publishing the expose of royal life from someone who had been in service was a criminal offence due to the non disclosure agreements that existed between household staff and the government. The scandal was too irresistible for Adam not to go with it, now he could now be facing the same charges as a conspirator to undermine the royal family and the country of Monrovia. "So what are you going to do?" Adam asked, "Either way it will be in tomorrows paper". Steven turned to face him "You are in enough trouble so do not threaten me!" he replied. Adam looked quite smug "Face it, it is not all it seems behind those gilded walls" he remarked. Steven shook his head "Lipscombe never liked Prince Alexander, of course he was going to spread rumours". "It didn't seem like a rumour that he was telling me" Adam retorted almost gleefully. "You" Steven said emphasising the word, "Have no idea about the trouble the Prince went through". Adam sat forward "Then why don't you tell me and let me publish that" he replied. "Absolutely not" Steven told him, "The king is most upset what you have done, breaching their private lives". Adam shrugged "I now how much of a scoop this seems but it will have consequences" Steven told him. Adam sat forward "The palace has already revoked your access for the wedding" Steven advised him. "They can't do that the public have a right to know!" Adam said standing up looking angry. "As I said, your actions have consequences" Steven told him again, "Lipscombe is being charged". Adam shrugged "Who said it was Lipscombe" he replied calmly unsure how they knew it was him. Steven smiled "Seriously, do you think we would not know who was singing like a canary". They faced off for a moment "You may go. But think carefully what you print" Steven warned. As Adam left the office he received a message from the editor telling him that their offices were under siege from protestors already, angry over what they had printed about Prince Alexander. Adam stood there outside the governors mansion undecided if he should do any damage limitation before it all got out of hand, it was clear he had seriously underestimated the outpouring of support for the prince. He had no idea how the prince would react to this in his interview today. His day got worse reading another message advising that his source, Lipscombe, had been formally charged under the Monrovian Royal Protocol Act and the investigating officers had arrived with a team and warrant to search the papers offices. Only once before had the royal family or government acted so quickly and that was around the scandal of Princess Marie and her protection officer, even then they buried the story as the then governor premier promised to shut them down if they published anything. The one paper that ran it went out of business a year later since no one wanted to be associated to it. It was far from an oppressing regime, the loyalty of the people to Monrovia and the royal family brought its downfall by non association. He could now be facing the same problem. Louis stood in the security office of the palace as his passport was checked, then a phone call made to the palace and he was told to wait to be accompanied. Having flown in on the first flight that morning and reading the headlines that everyone was engrossed in he sat down on the comfy chair waiting. He was here at the invitation of Alex to spend a few days with Max and Gareth before the wedding and he jumped at the chance to have a good catch up with his two best friends. Franco walked in to see that Alex and Max didn't seem to bothered about the story and having returned from the palace PR teams office they had agreed with Alex's proposal for later in the day and this was now being run by the king and governor premier. "Your royal highness, sir. Louis is at the gate house" Franco said bowing his head. Alex nodded "Max 2.30pm for the pledge and oath then 4pm for the interview" he reminded Max. "I will be glad when this is over" Max said kissing him on the cheek, "See you at 1pm for lunch". Alex smiled "Sure you not bothered about this news thing?" Max asked making sure was okay. "Apart from the valet being involved, it is true" Alex replied then laughed, "Go and fetch Louis". Franco and Max arrived at the gate house and met up with a rather gobsmacked Louis seeing everything that Max and Gareth had told him over messages was actually true. He looked up the long driveway to the palace building before getting in the car. They drove Louis up to the palace then with Jackson they showed him to his room in the pad and he was given royal protocol instruction, then for the first time he formally met Alex as the prince instead of the holidaymaker. They had a nice cosy lunch in private whilst Max anxiously kept an eye on the time clearly distracted by every thing going on around the palace, Louis excited about the whole idea of staying in the palace was asking loads of questions keeping Alex entertained. Then queen was sat with the king enjoying a few quiet minutes before the governor premier arrived with the Archbishop of Victoria to the Church of Monrovia for the small private service about to be performed. With just three days until the wedding, the final touches were being done to the cathedral and plaza that were completely adorned with royal flags and the poles decorated with the purple colours of Prince Alexander and the coat of arms for the Dukedom of Montcalm, the decorations stretched from Balenciaga palace, around the plaza then along the boulevard to the governor premiers mansion. The palace was also being festooned in the same colour schemes. Inside the palace on the desk sat the box with the Sovereign Royal Star of Monrovia, it consisted of a solid silver centre with the royal insignia engraved in red, radiating out in twenty five branches of varying lengths that gave it the star shape, each silver branch was inlaid with small diamonds. Next to it was the Seal of Monrovia, these two items made up the official royal emblems worn only by the royal family. The archbishop looked at the star and seal then looked up "What about coronet?" he asked. The queen nodded "The Prince Leopold III coronet, I had the rubies replaced with sapphires". "Very well" the archbishop replied nodding to the queen in respect. The king looked at his wife slightly confused "He likes sapphires" she informed him. The king smiled and stood "We should proceed to the throne room, they will arrive shortly". The four of them stood and went out in to the main palace and towards the throne room accompanied by four footmen. Max was slightly nervous that he had to go through the last few formal protocols now and had been reviewing everything the governor premier had sent him and where to be for a final briefing on what to expect and how to formalise his pledge and oath. Most of it went right over Max's head and he just nodded in agreement. Max stood at the windows looking down at Balenciaga boulevard with Louis who was still trying to comprehend every thing that had happened to Max, let alone he was standing in a real life palace full of livered footmen and staff. "This is all for you?" Louis asked looking out of the window then leaning back against it. Max nodded "For the prince and myself" he replied staring out, "Can't believe it, now its here". Louis smiled "Well I for one am looking forward to party with with you all". Max laughed but looked slightly nervous "You look a little concerned" Louis said. "It is nothing, I am meeting with the head of the church in a moment" Max said looking at him. Louis chuckled "Are you being baptised or something?" he asked "I formally ask today and take the sovereign oath and pledge" Max replied, "I think I am ready". Louis hugged him "Your life is really going to change then?" he asked. Max chuckled "It already has, and still I have no idea what to expect really" he replied. "Are you ready Max?" Alex asked arriving, "Enjoying the palace?" he asked Louis. "You are kidding right?" Louis asked then laughed, "Happy to be here, where is Gareth?" he asked. Alex chuckled "He and Tom went for a stroll around the gardens" he said looking out of the window. Mateo appeared "Your royal highness, sir" he said bowing. "Mateo here will take you to the household lounge, Gareth is meeting you there" Alex said. Louis smiled and bowed "Your highness, thank you" he said, "We are still dining tonight?". "Of course, all of us will be" Max replied, "Sam is coming home today from military school as well". Louis chuckled "When did he turn from a stroppy teenager?" he asked causing Max to laugh. "My protection officer Franco did that by gaming with him all night" Max replied complaining. "Then there is Tom, close in age. And my brother, those two are inseparable" Alex added Mateo bowed to Alex and Max "We should all go" he said. "Well Mateo, I am in your hands now. See you guys at 7pm then" Louis said following Mateo. Alex and Max walked through the palace where they had been instructed to meet the governor premier in the receiving room. Steven bowed and addressing them both as they walked in. "I have to leave you now" Alex said to Max kissing him, "Don't scare him off" he warned Steven. "Your highness, this is the easy part where Max takes the royal oath" Steven replied. Alex smiled and nodded stepping back "Marrying Prince Alexander makes you royal Max" Steven said. "Okay" Max replied before the true enormity hit, "Oh! You mean real proper royal?" he asked. "Maybe, your title will be bestowed once the act of union is complete" Steven replied. "Act of union?" Max replied shaking his head, "You could call it marriage". Steven chuckled then looked seriously at him "It is more than marriage Max". "Hang on!" Max said stopping, "Whose surname do we take?" he asked. "Why the prince's of course" Steven replied, "No question, you are marrying royalty". "I don't need reminding Steven!" Max replied and looking a little nervous, "Do you know?" he asked. "I am the governor premier Max, of course I know" Steven said like it was nothing, "Come on one last time". Steven went on to give Max the final briefing and what would happen when he steps inside the throne room, reminding him what he needs to say and then take an oath then three pledges, one to the sovereign, one to Prince Alexander and one to the governor premier representing the citizens and country. It all seemed pretty straight forward to Max, he was half expecting to have to do something like this marrying the prince. Alex went off to the robing room behind the throne room to change in to his royal dress with Artem's help. The king and queen now in their sovereign robes took their position on the thrones, Alex taking up his position to the left of the queen since the position to the right of the king and sovereign stood Crown Prince Alden. The governor premier stood to the far right of the king a few steps down from the throne podium with the archbishop who held a large gold embossed bible. Four sovereign guards were also present, two stood at the doors and two at the foot of the podium guarding the royal family. Max felt his palms sweating as he stood with the four footmen outside the doors to the throne room, two in front and two behind. In essence this was a private ceremony and Max kept running through in his head what he had to say on entering in order to invoke the act of union formally. The two footman in front knocked and opened each door allowing Max to pass. On cue the two sovereign guards held their swords across in front of him to stop him going forward. "I Maximilian Westwood-Lymm present myself to receive the oath and pledge my service" Max said nervously. One of the guards then replied "What is your reason for taking the oath and pledge of service?". "To formally take the hand of Prince Alexander Albert Turon de Vasco in the act of union" Max replied. The two guards lifted their swords and the two footmen behind Max accompanied him across the large gold gilded throne room towards the podium of thrones where the royal family waited. Max noticing the only spectators in the room was the dowager queen who wore her Victoria tiara for the occasion and their own household of Liam, Franco, Artem, Mateo and Tom who looked slightly flustered having had to dash back from his walk with Gareth, Max's family were also present since they would need to take a pledge around discretion. Max approached the foot of the podium and noticed Hannes was one of the guards which gave him some relief. Again on cue they raised their ceremonial swords across blocking his path. The guard who questioned Max at the door marched forward announcing Max's intentions, the king nodded his acceptance and the guards stepped back. Max stepped forward and observed royal protocol addressing each member of the royal family and bowing. "State your reason for your audience with the sovereign" the archbishop asked stepping forward. "To claim Prince Alexander Albert Turon de Vasco in the act of union" Max replied. The archbishop looked at the king who nodded "And who blesses you as a commoner?" he asked. Steven stepped forward "I as governor premier of Monrovia and representing the governing senate do" he said. It was such a weird ceremony that took place as Max watched the archbishop, king and governor exchange phrases, Alex had no say in the act of union proceedings. It was now that Max really became aware that this was not about Alex but about himself being enacted to the royal family. The archbishop spoke "Maximilian Westwood-Lymm do you kneel before our sovereign King of Monrovia?". "I kneel before your sovereign The King of Monrovia" Max replied getting down on one knee. "Do you agree to take the Monrovian Sovereign Oath willingly?" he now asked. "I willingly take the Monrovian Sovereign Oath" Max replied. The archbishop stepped forward in front of Max and laid part of his silver and gold fascia on Max's head, The fascia was embroidered with a bundle of wooden rods and an axe bound together by leather thongs in the Roman symbol of power and authority "You do swear by Almighty God to be a true and faithful Servant unto The King's Majesty and the Sovereign Nation of Monrovia. You will not know or understand of any manner of thing to be attempted, done or spoken against His Majesty's Person, Honour, Crown or Dignity Royal. You will to your uttermost bear Faith and Allegiance to the King's Majesty and will assist and defend all civil and temporal Jurisdictions, Pre-eminences, and Authorities, granted to His Majesty and annexed to the Sovereign Act of Government, or otherwise, against all Foreign Princes, Persons, Prelates, States, or Potentates. And generally in all things you will do as a faithful and true Servant ought to do to His Majesty and the crown. So help you God". "So help me God" Max replied, he stood then bowed to the king "Your Majesty, I Maximilian Westwood-Lymm pledge that I will be faithful and bear true allegiance to your Majesty King of Monrovia and your heirs and successors, according to the Monrovian Sovereign Oath". Max now turned to Prince Alexander "Your royal highness, I Maximilian Westwood-Lymm pledge my life to you, be faithful and bear true allegiance". Max now turned to the governor premier "I Maximilian Westwood-Lymm pledge my true allegiance to the Sovereign nation of Monrovia, the government and citizens". The king, Alex and governor premier stepped forward and place their hands on Max's head "We accept your pledges" the said in unison then stepped back. "Maximilian Westwood-Lymm you may step on to the throne podium, the oath and pledges exalt you to take your place at the side of Prince Alexander Albert Turon de Vasco. Whence the act of union completes your title designate will be bestowed and you become a faithful member of the Monrovian Royal Family" the archbishop announced. Max stepped forward and stood to the side of Alex who glanced at him and smiled, Alex now knew that this was not just a simple oath and pledge. It was the prerequisite to Max gaining a significant title on their marriage. The archbishop did the final blessing then stepped back off the podium and bowed, the governor premier followed on as did the sovereign guards and footmen bringing an end to the ceremony. Max now stood quietly by Alex's side as his parents and Sam now took their pledge of discretion. The day was far from over as they now had a quick change for the interview then off to the cathedral on the plaza for the final full rehearsal. For the first time the interview was to take place in the formal lounge of the royal family, which also happened to be Max's favourite room in the families residence of the palace. The TV crew were all set up and going through their final briefings with the palace PR and security teams when Alex and Max arrived precisely on the dot. In fifteen minutes the interview would be broadcasted live. The number one anchor man in Monrovia Ben Alstrom was doing the interview. At thirty years old he was incredibly dashing albeit with a shady history of gang bangs and orgies until he settled down five years ago and married his girlfriend from school. His history was hidden since those wild partying days involved men and women and he needed to keep a squeaky clean image now fronting the most popular news programme in the country. Alex probably felt more nervous walking in to the room and seeing the camera there setup and pointing to the red velvet sofa and the chair opposite, ready to capture everything. "Your royal highness, sir" Ben said bowing his head, "This is such an honour" he enthused. Shaking hands and sitting down "Before we go live do I broach the subject?" Ben asked. Alex nodded "I guess everyone wants to hear our take" he replied and Ben looked at Max who nodded. "Listen if you feel uncomfortable just tap the arm rest of the sofa" Ben informed them both. Max nodded "Are you not going to grill us over it then?" he asked finding his voice. Ben looked around and leaned forward "We all have history we want to keep hidden" he said winking. It was an assurance that Max got straight away and suddenly found that just maybe, Ben was more on their side and not going to cause any embarrassment. The king and queen stood at the back just out of view with the palace PR team ready to intercept if things got seriously awkward. He finished giving them a brief overview of the questions and they now had a few minutes before they went live. A few minutes that seemed to drag on and on for Max nervously watching the camera operator, today marked the formal start of the whole wedding even though it was still three days away. Alex was chatting to Ben and he glanced to Max and moved his hand holding Max's and giving it a little squeeze of encouragement. Max returned his focus to Ben and Alex as the camera operator now counted them down from ten, his voice audible until he got to four then used his fingers only until he pointed to Ben. His dulcet tones filled the air and were almost seductive as he spoke in to the camera, the excitement in his voice plain to hear as he announced the interview and the camera panned out to Alex and Max. Even the queen felt nervous and grabbed the kings hand holding it tight and unsure what direction this was going in. Alex ever the professional kept his voice steady and always retained a slight smile, speaking clearly and concisely about the few days over the wedding and what ceremonies were taking place. Max watched Alex so lovingly that no one would have even guessed he was nervous, watching his man so eloquently speaking actually gave him such a confidence boost. "Now I am sure that everyone watching is a little jealous of you Max" Ben said smiling. Max glanced at Alex and smiled "I would hope more happy than jealous" he replied with a quick laugh. Ben nodded "So Max, when did you know Prince Alexander was the person for you?" he asked. Ben smiled and squeezed Alex's hand that Ben and the camera picked up on "Well I didn't at first. I fell in love with a person called Alex first and foremost. When we met in Mauritius on the beach he was Alex, just a person sitting on the beach. And well... when you know you know, I loved everything about him, the funny, very kind hearted and loving person he is. An absolute credit to his parents and how they raised him, not only as a prince but a person who has a very good grip on life and reality" he said finishing and hoping it was all good. "But it wasn't all plain sailing between you at first?" Ben asked looking at Max and Alex. Alex chuckled "It wasn't easy when Max found out who I was, when we met again it was fluke". "Ah yes, in London at the charity conference" Ben added making it clear he knew. "He freaked me out!" Max said seriously to laughter in the room, "I mean really freaked me out". Ben laughed "But you got your prince in the end" he said nodding his head. Ben put his clipboard down "I am sure you are aware of the Morning Star headlines today" he said. They nodded "Yes" Alex replied, "I never expected to be reading something like that today". "Quite surprising really that a paper would even contemplate printing that, Max?" Ben asked. Max found the attention on him from everyone in the room and thought that Alex would be taking the question. Max shrugged and his eyes caught the king who nodded "I am not sure what you would like me to say about it, it all happened before I was officially with Prince Alexander. Saying that the prince and I have no secrets in our relationship. I know what was going down at the time in Greenacres and an orgy was certainly not taking place. I think it is important to put into perspective the life Prince Alexander leads and that I now know having my own protection officer. There has to exist a very close bond and understanding between you to be effective. It isn't simply a matter of keeping royalty safe but also being someone they can talk to and fell relaxed around. Prince Alexander has a great relationship with his protection officer, as does his family. I am also finding this out with my protection officer. Some people find things in life difficult to put in to perspective and can lead them to feeling down when looking at their future. But when you have two incredible people around to support you it keeps you focused. They have also helped me no end adjusting to the changes I have gone through" he said then paused and glanced at Alex then back at Ben "He is a bit needy at times if he gets bored!" Max then remarked which caused the room to laugh easing any tension that may have surfaced. Being put on the spot like that had made Max shine, he never made any actual denial or confirmation and cleverly worded and spun the story around. Ben now looked at Alex for comment "Ben, I am not needy in the slightest" he exclaimed, "Well a little, sometimes!" he said, Ben laughed and Max rolled his eyes shaking his head "Last year was difficult, having met Max then forgetting to get his number before he flew home. Then all the decision and uncertainty I was going through at coming out let alone coming of age. It was a lot to take in and I will admit there were many days that I felt a little alone, they were decisions only I could make and the support of my household staff was incredibly important to me". Ben nodded "Now the big day itself is close. How are you both feeling?" he asked. Alex smiled "I can't wait to marry Max and start our life together" he replied. Max nodded "Same here, I love this man more than anything, plus his parents are really cool". Ben laughed "You are charming Max and it is evident by how much the people in Monrovia love you". Alex smiled "I love him the most though!" he said getting a word in as laughter erupted. Ben smiled "Thank you, it has been an honour and good luck for the day" Ben said wrapping it up. "And were off" the camera operator announced to a large applause. Ben stood up "Well done Max, your answer was exceptional" he said as the king and queen came over. Alex gave him a huge hug mostly in relief that it was over but also how Max had carried himself through out the interview, Ben spoke with the king and queen briefly then left saying good bye to Alex and Max. "We are so proud of both of you" the queen said looking emotional. "Indeed" the king added in agreement, "Right we should change and set off for rehearsals". The rehearsal took mostly the same format as before only this time after the union rehearsal was completed the archbishop lead Max and Alex to the private anointing chapel where Max was run through when to kneel in front of the king and archbishop and told when to stand and walk back out to the main nave. To Max is all seemed quite simple and was actually looking forward to getting this over with and finally getting Alex as his husband. Outside of the cathedral the changes were becoming visible, entourages of cars carrying royalty from all over the world had begun to descend on Monrovia. Ambassadors from the embassies were also arriving along with dignitaries that had been specially invited. All of the royalty were taking up residence in the palaces guest wing where they would all dine and socialise in the guest dining rooms and lounges. The king and queen there to meet all their close and distant royal relatives as each one arrived at their given times to ensure no one out did the other. The dowager queen would be playing host over meal times until the night before the wedding when there would be the first banquet come rehearsal dinner where all guests would be able to mingle, royalty, nobility and friends that all dined together under the kings instruction of no protocol during the banquet. Stephanie and Lawrence had given up Dunbar house for their own relatives to use whilst they moved in to the palace, they were ready to rake a room in the pad before the queen put her foot down and said they could have Alex's old quarters to give them more space. The queen also appointed them a footman to look after their needs. No sooner that had arrived at the palace that Max's mother went out shopping with the queen to her favourite boutique that happened to be owned by Josh. The king and Lawrence went out for a gentle ride around the grounds to get away from wedding preparations and find Gareth for a catch up.

As we leave, Alex hands me a pill and tells me we are going to an Adult Book Story. I ask what this blue pill does as Alex laughs; for the next 4 hours, your dick will be hard like a base bat so you can pound holes and give others your load. I ask what goes on, and he says it's a bunch of desperate men looking to suck or get fuck; just one thing, never let them put a condom on your dick as it's always raw. I ask if I should tell them my status Alex YOU NEVER SAY ANYTHING about your status. We go back to the booths and join one together. I see there is a $10 fee to enter, and Alex says Hi to the clerk as we walk right in like we own the place. We hear a knock on the wall, and Alex tells me to drop my shorts and stick my dick in the slot. I'm scared shit as what if a crazy is there. I'm shocked as someone's mouth is sucking my dick as Alex is kissing my neck and squeezing my nipples; I'm having a great as the one on the other side stops Alex says stand still as I feel his hand on my dick guide my dick to his ass hole. He pushes all he can with just thus thin wall between us, and nature takes over as I start to go back and forth as Alex whispers into my ear give this cum dump your toxic load, but he might be giving you an STI also. I can't hold back, and whoever on the other side is not pulling away, so he is taking my load deep. As we leave the booth, I ask Alex what about the guy on the other side. Alex says he got exactly what he wanted, and you could dump your load into a willing hole so your seed did not go to the waist. Let us go over to Club Fort Lauderdale and get a room. I ask Alex what this place is, so he tells me it's a Gay Bathhouse, and we can hang out, and Dad wants you to get used to showing your body off, and maybe we will get lucky. This place is gorgeous with so many hot-looking men around the pool; we get a room, I shower, and Alex hands me another blue pill and one of his skimpy jock straps. We get out to the pool as Alex puts sustain lotion on me, as Alex has a tan, and I'm white as a ghost. My brother is putting that lotion in places the sun doesn't shine as I see people looking at us with eyes of desire and lust. After I have laid getting a tan, Alex says let's walk around, and you shake that booty of yours. It's hard walking with this jockstrap as my dick keeps falling out. Alex is parading me around, and I see four people following us to our room. As we enter, so do they. I turn around and say you can't tease us like that without us getting a piece of that ass. It seems they know Alex as he says meet my brother and have some fun with him. As Alex leaves the room.

So up to this point I had taken 2 loads from the hot boys at their house by their pool before I even made it to Slammers. Then once I got to Slammers, I sucked a few cocks (no loads, but hey, I like sucking cock. Sue me) Then 2 loads from the boys I wrangled out of the blow job area. 1 load from that big black bull stud with the tennis ball cannister Alpha cock. Then another 2 from the boys outside on the patio. To that point, I had 7 guys blast their load into my guts! Not a bad 'start!' lol But all that attention and some good dicking down did nothing but make me hornier. More desperate to fill my holes again! My ass felt so odd not being filled with cock or cum. I was so horny I almost felt panicked! Like I didn't want my cumdump night to end soon...or at all! ...ever! So I went back into the club and made my way to the circular platform in the back. When I got there there were 5 or 6 guys in there jerking their cocks. One guy on his knees sucking another, but not much action. I intended to change that. Quickly. I went over to the hottest guy. Dropped to my knees and began to suck his cock like my life depended on it! (And I felt like it did I was so out of my mind horny!) After a few minutes he was absolutely rock hard and I sat up and whispered in his ear 'come fuck me ..now' With a bit of a grin. He grinned back and got to his feet. I pulled him by his cock over to the pedestal and I sat on it in front of him. 'you wanna fuck my mouth a little more or you want this hungry hole?' He seemed a little unsure as if both were valid options to him. So I decided for him. I turned around. Got on all fours and assumed the position. He moved in behind me, maneuvering his hips until he could guide his fat cock right into my waiting cunt. He was a good fuck...VERY good actually. Lots of changing pace and moving his hips. He was a legit cocksmith and I was losing my mind as he slammed his cock balls deep into me over and over again. My eyes were rolling back when I saw another guy come into the room. I looked at him and motioned to him to come over and spread his legs right around me so I could suck him hard. And as I may have mentioned earlier, I LOVE sucking a nice cock, but it's so much better with one in my ass and one in my mouth. Makes me feel like a proper slut! Another guy slid in. Put his left leg over the first guys right and I was able to rotate sucking them both while I got absolutely railed from behind! The first guy I was blowing twitched and sent his creamy cum down my throat. When I swallowed the first load I went back to suck the second guy off and told him I didn't want him cumming down my throat. If he wanted to cum inside me it had to be in my ass! He was all about it but the guy pounding me from behind was nowhere near finishing. So I sucked the second guy until he couldn't stand it anymore and blew his load directly into my stomach. I wasn't worried about it. I wanted that cock inside me, but there's other quarry here tonight, and I vowed every single one was going to drop a load in me one way or another. Just then, this magnificent, muscular, sweaty boy behind me blasting my hole like a jackhammer groaned fiercely and blew the eighth load of the day inside me. 8 in my ass, 2 down my throat. Yummy! As he pulled out another cock slipped right in and took over jackhammer fucking my hot pink hole. I was in heaven. I looked over my shoulder and couldn't really make out the guy fucking me. Still have no idea what he looked like. But I also saw 2 other studs in line behind him, jerking their cocks to keep them at the ready waiting their turn. They certainly got their chance. I saw a few other bottom boys sucking them to help them out at times, but for some reason my holes seemed to be the hot ticket tonight. I saw maybe 3 other bottoms get fucked at ALL that night. I doubt that was all, but that's all I saw and I wasn't worrying about the competition at this point. I was cocky I was taking ALL the cock tonight and I wasnt gonna be upset about that. There WAS one pretty cute bottom who DID come slide right up next to me and slid his left leg between my legs so our asses, and therefore assholes were maybe a few inches away from each other. I didn't mind sharing that way at all! That was fucking hot. Because one guy kept fucking me while another slid in behind him and fucked him pretty fucking well! He was in heaven and going crazy like me so we looked at each other and started to make out while we were both filled with cock. Eventually, both our guys switched and I got both their loads! Sorry dude. So now I was up to 10 loads in my ass and 2 down my throat. I hit my minimum marker for the day! Now it was time to go for the gold! I WANTED 20-25 total, but would I get it on my cumdump weekend? Stay tuned...I'm not CLOSE to being done with my story!

I'm just going to throw out my periodic reminder that "should" is one of the most useless words in the English language, at least insofar as how many people use it. All these high and mighty princesses decreeing that a bottom "should" do this or that, just make me roll my eyes.

Gay bottoms are men too. As such they get the same mental and physical benefits from having their genitalia stimulated and ejaculating as any other male. So yes bottoms should masterbate too! I'm bi, versatile and not at all into the dominant/submissive role play fetish so if I'm having sex with another man, there are 2 dicks involved and both should be stimulated regardless of whether I'm topping, bottoming or flipping. If I want to have sex in a way that only involves one penis, I will have sex with a woman. Another aside, I think the emphasis on these incredibly specific fetishes, like bottoms totally abandoning playing with their cocks during sex play, is a major contributor to why it is getting harder to find gay hookups in most places.

IMO.... if a bottom wants to touch himself then do so, if it means cumming then so be it. A Tops a Top a Bottoms a Bottom, should be enjoyable for both, I am not into all this if Top says I can etc. Just bull and Shit, Sex is between the two, so both enjoy it. Gee....

I predict that the next time Republicans control the White House, House of Representatives and Senate that they will end the filibuster themselves in order to pass a nationwide abortion ban and other regressive legislation knowing that it will take a triple sweep by the Democrats to undo the legislation. It won't happen in 2023, even if they take the Senate and House because there's no advantage in ending the filibuster if they don't control the White House. But, they might in 2025.

It's getting so very close. I can't wait. I am a bundle of nerves; my stomach turned with the article, but the way it was handled-absolute perfection. You definitely have a talent for weaving an amazing tale with such vivid characters I've found myself thinking, "I wonder what Alex and Mac are up to?"

I want to have an extremely used hole with a lot cum dripping out and continue to be whored out

Along these lines, I'd like to throw something else out there, which probably won't be a popular opinion (but then it's mine, so it doesn't have to be shared by anyone else). I have written fiction for other sites, though nothing posted here. And there's a particular reason why not: the inevitable chorus of people who want to tell the author what he should do with his characters in subsequent chapters or posts. Feedback is a good thing, especially if it's positive. Personally, I don't even object to negative feedback, as long as it's something I can work with (constructive, rather than destructive), but not everyone wants negative feedback. But when I write a story, I generally have the plotline worked out in my head; I know where it's going, I know where it's going to end up, and what I don't want is people telling me I "should" (god, I hate that word) have them do this or that or the other. It's insulting. As many people have driven home, these are the AUTHOR'S characters; it's for him to develop them as he sees fit, and absent asking "What would you like to see Jim do next" (or whatever), I don't want that kind of feedback. It's telling me that MY idea for MY characters isn't what you want. Here's a hint: if you want a character who's going to do X, then write a fucking story of your own where your character does X. Don't tell me how I should write mine. And because this attitude - "Hot story! Jim needs to give in to his urges and do X and then do Y and then do Z!" - is so prevalent on here, I just haven't got any interest in sharing my writing. (A decision for which some of you, I'm sure, are very grateful.)

Bear in mind that 41 of the 56 (white) men who signed the Declaration of Independence noting that all men were created equal also owned slaves. I'm not inclined to put a whole lot of stock into the thought process of people who exhibit that much patently obvious cognitive dissonance. Over the years, aside from the initial set of ten amendments (the Bill of Rights) adopted as a compromise to gain ratification of the original document, there has only been one serious set of revisions (the 13th, 14th, and 15th amendments, all adopted in the aftermath of the U.S. Civil War). Every other change has been a sort of modest tinkering around the edges; that's not to say that things like guaranteeing the right to vote if you're 18 or older, or if you're a woman, weren't significant for the affected individuals, but the reality is that none of these changes changed the fundamental nature of the federal government or its relationship to the people. The two other amendments that come closest, in my opinion, are the one authorizing an income tax and the one providing for direct election of U.S. Senators. But even that latter change pales in comparison with the impact of the existing system that allocates two senators to the 581,000 people of Wyoming and also two senators to the 39,500,000 people of California. In other words, in order to bring about a massive change in the relationship between the people and our government, we first had to fight a bloody war that killed over 600,000 people. And even then, the victors (seeking to preserve the Union) only got the changes approved by conditioning allowing the rebelling states re-entry to the nation on approval of those amendments. They would never have been ratified by the southern states other than at the literal barrels of the guns pointed at them. That's how hard it is to make a substantive change to the U.S. Constitution. By contrast, in the same timeframe that the U.S. has had its constitution, France had an absolute monarchy, the First Republic, the Directorate, the First Empire, a restored monarchy, a brief return to the First Empire, another restoration of the monarchy, a constitutional monarchy, the Second Republic, the Second Empire, the Third Republic, the Vichy-Nazi collaborationist government, the Fourth Republic, and the Fifth Republic. France has a far greater appetite for completely throwing out the current system of government for a new one than the United States ever will. Correct. An amendment to the US Constitution requires first approval by 2/3 of the US Senate AND 2/3 of the US House - the former an impossibility as long as sparsely populated states, predominately conservative, get the same senate vote as a massively populated ones - or else approval by a "constitutional convention" - which has never been called since the beginning and for which there are no precedents (who could serve, how many per state, any requirement of proportionality, etc.). Then, assuming either Congress or such a convention proposes an amendment, it must be ratified by the legislatures (not the people, directly) of 3/4 of the states, or 38 out of 50. It's barely possible to do with wildly popular ideas that face little objection. It's impossible otherwise. No, because the "right to pursue happiness" is listed in the Declaration of Independence, not the Constitution. As such, the only thing the Declaration did was separate us from Great Britain - and realistically, it was actually the war we fought that achieved the goal, not the Declaration. It's otherwise completely non-binding, so there's nothing for the Supreme Court to interpret there. As far as actual governance is concerned, the Declaration is 100% irrelevant. Inspirational, but irrelevant. To expound on my point above about the Civil War: that's what it takes when you have a deeply divided country. It's possible, as @ErosWired and others have hinted, that demographics and time will take care of this: younger people are far more liberal than their parents, generally speaking (even with weasly Nazi sympathizers like Stephen Miller and Charlie Kirk in the same age bracket), and over time, as the dyed-in-the-wool reactionaries die off, they'll be outnumbered. But that's why they're so frantic to lock in discriminatory voting regulations - to stave off those changes for another generation. And still, even if younger, more liberal voters gain control of much of the power, the malapportionment of the U.S. Senate will remain a stumbling block for advancing anything. Unless a future Democratic majority in the Senate is willing to end the filibuster, it will take 60 votes in the Senate to do anything progressive, and I'm not sure that with 2 GOP senators per conservative state that we will ever again reach that 60 vote threshold. The current impasse over passing anything of substance will remain in place, I'm afraid.

Well for party hosts to be truly inclusive (or if they don’t even want the light from glow sticks …. They make textured wrist bands , beaded wrist bands for fucking (right or left) and then smooth wrist bands (right or left) for sucking

Just got back from a sex party. Other than exchanging blowjobs recently with a friend, I haven't had actual sex with another guy in 3 1/2 years. Found this group on Doublelist. They meet once a month. Mostly married guys. All around my age and older. There were 8 of us there. I got two loads pumped in my hole, swallowed one. Then the guy that sucked me off kissed me and fed me my load. Can't wait for next month!!

I think there are far too many Tops who merely assume that bottoms go through all the prep work automatically, before they hit the fuckjoints/cruise online/whatever. I would even go so far as to say that some Tops seem to think they're deserving of all the prepwork, merely because they might throw you a fuck. These are primarily selfish men, who don't bother to consider what the bottoms have to go through. I know some guys can get it done fairly easily, and others who have to - well - hit the repeat button a number of times. We Tops don't have to do much more personally than jump in the shower for a few minutes. Even that is too much for some bottoms that appreciate scent. Tops: Be generous - be appreciative of what other guys do to prepare for our Cocks - what they go through to give us what we need. Where's the harm in that? Nobody died and left any of us King of the fuckjoints.

PigSon & his PigDad - Chapter 3 From the G Koolaid, the bar sprits and the strong weed, Dad Jake, Adam and newbie Kyle were all feeling good. It had been a few weeks since Jake clouded and, says Adam, over a week for him. Jake and Adam have their same plug supplying them, separately. Jake, on retirement income and, other than supplying at a party, like here, where he’s invited other users and , says “I don’t fuck around selling my crystal stash to anybody else who wants to pay me for it, nor do I wanna deal it myself. I’m just a user, and I pay for it through my plug.” So Dad Jake and Adam looked at each other, and figured it’s about time now to cloud. Both of them were itching for it, cause it’s been a while. Longer for Dad Jake. So, Dad Jake, being the mature one in the group, the older guy in the group, looked at newbie Kyle, and said “This is kind of a moment of truth for you, bud. If you agree to partake, this shit acts differently to different people. I’ve been using for a year now, and it acts with me ‘in the background.’ Meaning I’ll put it away, but I’m always, always thinking about the next time I want to do it. I Plan for it. So kind of sort of, it does control me in that respect. You might wanna know what you’re getting yourself into. Your Life might change from this point on. Cause Adam and me just don’t swirl the pipe, we like to heavy cloud in the percolator bong too. So much so, there’s so much heavy white cloud all around us, we can’t even fucking see each other.” Dad Jake pulled his Newly loaded glass pipe out, and his bic. He flicked the Bic, flame to the bottom of the clear glass pipe, and the flame started melting that beautiful crystal, bubbling , as Jake rocked the pipe back-and-forth, watching that white cloud form in the bulb of the pipe, while putting it to his hungry mouth and, while flame under the pipe, kept sucking it in. He then locked lips with his Adam, blowing all that beautiful white smoke into his baby boy’s hungry lungs. “Ahh been too long,” said Jake. Adam, not wanting to shotgun Kyle yet, shotgunned it back to his daddy Jake. Kyle watched in interest to it all. How daddy and son just love their white cloud. Jake to Kyle. “This shits gonna change your brain forever. Raises your dopamine 1,000,000,000%, and then you end up, even after coming down, wanting some more, sometime down the road. For some, all they think about is getting their hole fucked. For me, I think about that, but I also like to stay a top, makes me appreciate my fucking hard dick and all of them hungry holes that want me and need me. You might find some new people in your life, some of them not so good people, and you need to fucking stay away from them Fucks. Usually types who won’t pay for it themselves. Your plug, your dealer, is also to become a part of your life. Ours is Andre, good dude who stays discreet. Checking on us every so often. Sometimes he offers discounts, Supplies like pipes, and accessories, cause you’re gonna fucking break them sooner or later bitch, trying to clean em or just dropping them, and your plug might even offer some freebies. So be good to your plug, cause he’ll be good to you, bitch. So just know what you’re getting yourself into. Got it? So, buddy, do you wanna try?” Kyle responded “Yes, I do daddy.” And so then Adam let daddy Jake spark up the pipe for newbie Kyle, and guide him through and past his new possible life-altering threshold. End of Chapter 3

I just read thru all the posts in this thread dating from early/mid May up to today, 16 July. Some back in May poo-poo'ed the virus as nothing, or media hype. We never learn. In the early 80's men ,gay men, were dying. And still people went head first into the sex venues in large cities, and guys out in the midwest/ rural areas lived under the belief that they were safe, it was only happening in big gay city spaces, not in Iowa or Alabama. They were wrong. Just recently, covid was an unknown. And it wasn't in the (fill in your country, , for me the US) Then the 1st case was diagnosed, but everyone was told it was contained and not an issue. They were wrong then, too. Hell, in my country, we even had an idiot in chief suggest it would "just fade away by Easter" Tho, in all fairness, he never said which YEAR by Easter, so maybe by 2040.... So from where I live in South Florida, the news folk began talking about monkeypox in mid May, and by the last week in May the Ft Lauderdale area had its first case, then 2 more. And still we have guys bending over pool tables in the bar day after day, and now, as of 2 days ago, Broward County, where Ft Lauderdale is, has 98 cases, Miami area has 26. Our Pride Center and county health department ran a monkeypox vaccination clinic this past week, and within 1 hour of putting the link up to reserve a shot time- all available slots were taken. At least , it seems, a lot of the gay men here have taken some responsibility for protecting themselves. Maybe , just maybe, there is hope.

It isn't an STI and it is kind of dangerous/flippant to dismiss it is as one. The sores are contagious and the virus can stay on surfaces (clothes, sheets, etc.). This hypothetically means you could spread it brushing up against someone or in a way that doesn't come directly from consensual sex. Additionally, we don't know very much about this particular outbreak because the variant is mutating more rapidly than scientists would expect...so this could change. (Much like CoVid did and has with variants that are resistant to or ignore the vaccine entirely.) I STRONGLY advise people to do the research on this one and not openly put yourself at risk (and others by proxy) for something that you may not fully understand. Again, the fact this can spread via the sores and in a non sexual way is a bit more worrisome than a run of the mill STI. At the VERY LEAST, people should be doing their research on this one and at least understand the risks of having it before just accepting it.

I dated a man once that always had huge loads. Like two swallows when I sucked him off. He said it was because he stayed hydrated all the time. Not sure if that works but I was the proud recipient of his delicious seed.

Part 13 The poppers were getting to my head, making me feel extremely slutty and forget my limits and fears. He was now thrusting my mouth, holding my head so he could look into my eyes while fucking my throat. -“Good boy, take all of my cock! You’ll make a beautiful addition to the family!” Those word resonated like music to my ears and made me go even harder on his dick. In this specific moment, I wanted his poz cum, and all the fears I had felt earlier were gone. -“Yes, boy, get my dick wet, that’s the only lube you’ll get!” Keeping his cock in my mouth, he turned his attention to my ass sliding his hand down my shorts to tease my hole with the tip of his fingers. -“Your hole’s already twitching, isn’t it? Get your ass up there!” he ordered, pointing at the bed. -“I’m gonna get you ready!” I got up and he pulled my shorts all the way down, revealing my white jockstrap. After I got on all four on the bed, he proceeded to eat my ass thoroughly. I felt his tongue going deeper and deeper into my hole which was already wet from excitement and sweat. -“That’s a good little hole, my dick is going to feel very good inside, don’t you think, boy?” -“Yes, Sir! -“Turn around boy, I wanna see your face!” He flipped me more than I turned around onto my back. I was definitely not in control of the situation. He was, and I was loving it. That’s what I had pictured for a conversion if it had to happen. Someone taking full charge of me, leaving me no choice. My mind was too foggy from the excitement and the poppers he was constantly feeding me for me to think about backing out. He was holding my legs up on his shoulders, while rubbing the tip of his dick against my hole. -“Oh boy, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long! All those years of teasing will finally pay off!” His rubbing was getting more intense. -“Look at me in the eyes! I dropped my meds for you, son! I want to be the one giving you the bug!” I was just out of my mind. -“Please, Sir! Give it to me!” -“You want my poz dick inside you, boy?” -“Yes, Sir!” -“I’m gonna be the one converting you!” He gave me another sniff of poppers. I felt his dick slowly sliding into me as he was looking at me in the eyes with a worrying grin on his face and holding my neck with his right hand. -“There we go, boy. There’s no going back now!” I was overjoyed. I finally had his toxic cock deep inside my ass. Unlike previous times, I had consciously made the decision to take it and in this particular instant, I could not have been happier or more excited. No fear, no regret. -“Is that what you wanted, boy? My poz cock planted deep in you?” -“Yes, that’s I want! Please fuck me, Sir!” was all I could answer before he stuck the poppers under my nose again. I was feeling him thrusting in and out. He was making sure to go as deep as possible to make me moan. -“Boy, your hole feels so good, I don’t think I’m gonna last long! I’m gonna cum soon!” I realized he was about to shoot an unmedicated poz load in my bare hole which snapped me back into reality. I was getting cold feet. But before I could do anything about, it, he grabbed my head and said -“Look at me boy, I want to see your eyes when I give you your first toxic load!” The pace of his thrusts picked up -“Take my poz cum, boy!” he screamed while looking me in the eyes. His thrusting stopped, his dick deep in my hole. I could feel his cock throbbing, ensuring every last drop of his charged up load would land inside me. He collapsed onto me, drenched in sweat. I could smell his male scent all over me. I had just taken my first poz load, knowingly. The fear, the conflict rushed back immediately. I was just thinking that I had forgotten to take my PrEp that evening, and that I couldn’t wait for him to leave to go take it. He got up, wiped his sweat off with his tank top, pulled his pants up and headed to the door, not before giving me a kiss -“Thanks, boy! It was great! I’ll see you on Saturday, pick you up here at 8pm!” I got up as soon as I heard the door shut and headed to the bathroom, going straight to my toiletry bag. My bottle of PrEp wasn’t there.

Dad and Alex help me out of bed as they take me to the shower. I'm so weak, with my body racked with pain. Alex stays with me in the shower to cool me off as I know I'm running with a high fever. Alex says the next few days will be hard as my body will louse the fight as Dad's toxic seed invades my body. Dad is changing the wet sheets as the rubber sheet goes on with towels to absorb my sweat. Dad's Doctor comes by to check in on me as he sees a rash and asks me to turn on my stomach, spreads my ass cheeks, and is laughing about what my hole looks like now. The doctor says to my father that this was a beautiful virgin hole a few weeks ago, and now it's a swollen mess, so how many loads did you put in your son? Dad shrugs his shoulds, maybe 50, with spit for lube. It's too early for a test, so for now, keep your son well hydrated with water only. On the fifth day, I started to feel better and could eat some food. I'm so thankful Dad, and Alex was here to take care of me as Dad tells Alex to take me shopping for some clothes so I will have my own and will not have to wear Alex's clothes. Alex knows where to find clothes that will fit me and show off my body. The first stop is the Scorpion lounge, where Alex sometimes works and introduces me to the manager. Alex asks if I can work there sometimes, and the manager asks for my ID and for me to drop my shorts to see my dick. I can see he was impressed, then wondered if I was pregnant yet and Alex that I was recovering from the fuck flu, then told him it was our father was my breeder. Since the Fuck Flu, my dick is with semi-hard or rock hard, so I ask Alex if this is normal, and he starts to laugh. You need to unload, so after the Jock Strap store, I will take you to an Adult Book Store to unload. At the Jock store, the owner as me to strip and take measurements like I was getting a custom-tailored suit. He says to wait as he goes into the back, and in 20 minutes, he comes out with a black and white one. The store owner says I have your measurements, so you call and tell me what you want. He asks if I want to get with Jockstraps with the POZ symbol. Next was getting shorts, some for comfort and some to show off my butt crack and that I am swinging a big dick.

Part 3 - A Mysterious Illness For the Royal Kingdom, insanity drew intensity as panic flooded the streets. Naked bodies fled their homes, houses burned. The Great Pause had descended onto the Royal mansion, and all of its subjects. As the sun fell behind the far mountains of the west, Chance Royal and his officers took to the street. Moving door to door in the panic, he looked for doors with a red X marked on the front. He came to a small house, the door appeared as if blood had been slathered diagonally both ways, a red X. Chance issued Brian an order, to enter the premises and Pause all activity. Each door that King Chance came across that had a red X was issued an officer to enter for the Great Pause. Chance came across another door, once again, with a red X slashed across the front. He stood before it, the screams and panic around him fueled his hatred towards the doctor. He reconsidered carefully, as the doctor, who appeared from no where, told him that his kingdom would be in ruin if he continued. Although the doctor was intelligent, he was never seen again after telling the king of the chaos that ensued. Allegedly, he entered a small box with a red X painted on the outside, where he and the box were never seen again. Chance entered the door. Inside he turned a corner, and found an older man laying on a table, surrounded by offerings. The man acknowledged Chance, and pleaded that he could be honored to take part in the Great Pause. “This kingdom, you, my king. I owe my life and devote myself to you. We will resume our kingdom, and I lay my loyalty down to you.” Chance laughed deeply. His cock growing. This poor bastard had no idea why the kingdom was suffering, and he had no idea what the Great Pause was. Sure, the kingdom was experiencing a pause in all economic progress, but this was strictly a health matter. “The doctor said a strange illness was spreading. I am the illness. I am what perverts this country. You lay your life down to me, I will reward you. You will never have to worry about getting the illness again after I’m done with you.” The man stared at Chance. And the grin across his face turned remarkably evil, and his cock jumped. Hard, bushy, and curving to the left, the man begged Chance to give him the illness. Astounded, Chance walked over to the man, realizing he was a soothsayer. The man knew everything already; he stood up to bow and pay his respects. Chance grabbed his prick, pulling him in, and kissing the man passionately. He slid his tongue in and out of the man’s mouth, and moved down his body. Kissing his nipples, belly button, and cock, Chance began pleasuring the soothsayer by sucking his rigid cock. Precum leaked and oozed from him, salty and tasty. He smelled musky, and sweaty. Chance stood, and turned the man around swiftly. Chance spit downwards on his cock, and shoved it in the man’s hole. Barely any lubrication, the soothsayer whelped out a loud howl of pain. This didn’t stop Chance, it only made him fuck harder. The soothsayer begged and pleaded and bargained with Chance to infect him. To take over and hijack his mind and body with the illness. Chance slammed deep, and long, thrusting hard into the man’s guts. Each fuck, each thrust, and each slam, the soothsayer moaned in pleasure now. Chance picked up pace, and depth. Burrowing his cock into the man. “You’re mine. You owe me. You’ll serve me in death.” The soothsayer exploded. Cum spattered everywhere as Chance fucked him harder, spewing his own toxic, evil seed into the garden he tilled. The soothsayer hungrily took the load. Chance stepped back, looking at the man. The soothsayer winked at him. “The kingdom may be in a Great Pause, but your majesty, YOU are the Great Poz. I am honored to serve you.” ”You’re God damn right you are, faggot.”

Dad’s Pool Party Chapter Four Dad moved out the way and Big John took his place. He grabbed my ankles. Dad kneeled beside me, kissing me. “You did good son” Dad said, “The other men want their turns” I felt Big John’s cock push into my hole, hard and fast. He pulled my legs far apart. I felt his balls hit my ass. He didn’t wait, he started thrusting in and out of my hole. “What does toxic loads mean, Dad” I asked. “You will learn that later” Dad replied, “Just enjoy the rides” Big John was thrusting hard and steady. I watch Dad moved over and bend over a chair. A man got behind him and pushed his cock deep in Dad’s hairy asshole. I watched the man grab Dad’s hips and start fucking him. It was so fucking hot. “Fuck my ass” Dad said, “I want my son to eat your fucking seed out of my ass” “Fuck yeah” the man replied. I grabbed my cock, but someone pushed my hand away. “You don’t cum unless you shoot while being fucked” Big John was kissing Don as his cock fucked my hole. I moaned over and over. I was in cock lust. I wanted more in my hole and my mouth. As Don broke his kiss with Big John he said to me looking in my eyes: “He’s fucking your hole after it was up my fuck hole, coating it with an invisible invader” I didn’t know what he meant. Big John was dripping sweat. “Get ready boy, here comes my load” He slammed his cock into me and shot his load deep inside me. As he pulled out, I felt some dribble out. Don moved to take his place. He pulled the cum up to my hole with his cock head. He pushed it back in, driving in balls deep. “Can’t loose any of that seed boy” he said, “It’s important we mix the toxins” He didn’t wait he started to fuck me hard and deep. Looking around I could see men fucking and sucking each other. Dad was still getting fucked next to me, as a man kneeled in front of him sucking his hardened cock. He was watching me take Don’s fat Italian cock deep in me. He had an evil grin on his face. It scared me a little. Don put my feet on his chest and leaned forward. he bent me almost in half. I felt my ass open wider and my hole loosen. His sweat was dripping down in my face. “Open that mouth” he said. I opened wide, allowing his sweat to fall in my mouth. It was salty. Suddenly, he spat in my mouth, a big wad of spit. “Swallow it” I did. “He learns to drink from the tap tonight guys” Dad yelled. Don locked his hands around my neck and lifted me off the lounge chair. I was bouncing on his huge cock as he carried me around. I felt men run their fingers in my crack feeling Don’s cock slide in and out. “Get him a couple shots” Don said. I was given the small plastic cup again and drank down the clear liquid, not once but twice. I felt the warmth and soon was feeling the effects. “Jack, I am ready to release the tap” someone said. Don put me down and pulled out. I saw his olive colored cock coated with red thick slime. Dad quickly came over and push me to my knees. Don got behind me and shoved his cock back in. “Take that big acorn head in your mouth. Don’t suck, don’t move just hold still and swallow” Dad said. I opened and allowed the head to slide in. I wrapped my lips around it and waited. Soon a hot liquid began to flow. It filled my mouth and I swallowed. In my mind, I was thinking I am drinking this man’s piss. I just kept swallowing and swallowing. My stomach was filling up, mixing the piss with the clear liquor I was shooting. “Good boy” Dad said, rubbing my stomach. Don started to move his cock in and out of my hole, slowly but steady as this man pissed down my throat. Once the man was done, Dad locked his lips over mine and stuck is tongue in. We kissed like that for a while. Then Dad pulled away and said: “Tasting a man’s piss in my boy’s mouth” There was cheers again for the rest of the men. “Let’s move this into the basement and really get the party going” Don pulled out and Dad picked me up. Everyone went in and we went down to the basement. I didn’t know that Dad had moved the sofa out of the room and put up a hanging leather thing as well as what looked like padded and covered saw horses. Little brown bottles were everywhere. Dad grabbed the remote and started a movie. On the screen popped a group of men, all fucking and sucking. Don grabbed me from my Dad and put me in the leather hanging thing. “Welcome to your Dad’s sling” he said, putting my feet in the straps. Once secured, he rammed his cock into my hole. I yelped. “Popper this hot fuck toy up!” he said. A brown bottle was put in my face and I grabbed it, took the cap off and huffed deep, holding each huff in as Don fucked me hard and deep. Men were fucking and sucking all around me. Dad was on the saw horse with a cock deep in his ass and his throat. Both men were thrusting in and out. “Your Dad is getting spit roasted” Don said. “Looks hot” “After I cum up your ass, infecting your with my toxic seed, I’m going to pull out and you are going to clean my spent cock as someone slides deep in your hole” I moaned. His thrusted got quicker and harder. He was panting loudly, as his tightening ball sac slapped my ass. “Fuck man, someone’s about to get bred” a voice said. Don pushed in deep and lifted my ass up. His cum shot felt violent inside my hole. He slowly pulled out and another cock quickly slid in me. Don moved around and put his cock near my mouth. It was coated with pink thick liquid. “Taste those deadly loads and your ass juice” he ordered. Closing my eyes, I opened my mouth and he pushed in. I licked all around his cock as it drove deep into my throat. The cum was bitter, salty and tasted a little like blood. The man was fucking my hole hard. I huffed more from the brown bottle and enjoyed the pounding. My cock was leaking and the clear liquid was pooling on my lower stomach. One of Dad’s buddies walk towards me. He was tall, bald and had a devilish goatee. Both is arms were covered with tattoos; black, white and grey tattoos like a sleeve of a shirt. His chest had one tattoo. A scorpion with a small red plus sign in its stinger. His cock was thick, veiny and rock hard, very similar to my Dad’s.. His nipples each had a little silver ring through them, while hiss cock had a thick ring going into his piss slit and coming out, well at this point I did not know. He scared me a lot. “Boy, I’m going to slide this deadly weapon up that used hole after he’s done” I moaned from the dick sliding in and out of my hole. “I’m going to open your hole” he said, “hard!” and walked a short distance away. “Fuck,” the man with his big man cock up my hole said, “I’m going to watch that. Don’t be too scared boy, that’s Axel, but wall all call him Lucifer. He calls himself ‘The Prince of Death.” His seed is so toxic that when it takes hold of someone, they are referred to as ‘The Defiled.’” My fear grew inside my mind, but my cock was telling a different story. I was leaking more and more. Axel come back over and lick up the puddle off Amy stomach. His tongue grazed my cock head as he did, causing more to come out. The man’s cock up my ass was thickening up and getting harder. His thrusting sped up and he grabbed his nipples and started to twisted them. He began to breathe harder and faster as his body tensed up. He suddenly yelled out: “I’m fucking coming up this neg hole,” I squeezed my hole around his cock. “Of my fucking God” he screamed, “here it comes” His load shot out of his cock and filled me, adding to the loads already in me. “Bring me your cock so I can clean” I told him. He pulled out and Axel stepped up in between my legs.

This story is a continuation of the one found here. “Kurt, I think I’m sick.” I called him that afternoon, as I was starting to feel gross at work. Achy. And my skin kind of hurt, which was a sure sign I was running a temperature. “Oh baby, I’m sorry!” he said, barely masking the giddiness in his voice. “And do you mean ‘sick’ sick? Like, do you think it’s the, um, you know… Flu?” I smirked a bit at this as I pictured how excited he probably looked at that very moment. “Yeah, stud. I think this is it.” “Awwww. You head home, and I’ll leave work early and take care of you. Gotta take care of my honeyhole!” “Yeah yeah. You say the sweetest things. See you later. I’ll probably be napping.” I hung up. I really did feel like hammered shit, which is exactly what I told my boss before heading home for the day. And by ‘home’ I mean Kurt’s place- which I guess technically was my place too, as I’d basically moved in almost immediately after our first weekend together. It was basically a done deal the instant we kissed in my car. And the fuck he threw me on Labor Day weekend sealed the deal. That first fuckfest saw him breeding me 4 times over a span of 6 hours and basically ruining my insides from all angles. The next morning, I shat so much cum (and a fair bit of blood) that I actually called him to the bathroom to witness his handiwork. Naturally, that turned him on and led to another round of me being used randily before breakfast. I had to beg him for prep time! With a fresh load of his DNA in me, we sat down to a breakfast of eggs and coffee, which he had thoughtfully prepared for us while I showered. And that’s where we said the “L” word to each other for the first time. We were sitting at his small breakfast table, eating in silence, bathed in bright morning sunlight. He looked so fucking hot in just his loose pajama bottoms with his hair all mussed up. He caught me staring and with his mouth still full said “Whut?” And I just shrugged and said, “Nothing. Just… I love you, is all.” That was the first time I’d officially said it to anybody. I was always worried that I would have to fake it, or just always do the “I love you too” thing. But no. This was easy. And I meant it completely. He beamed at me and then his face crumpled a little as he got a little emotional. “Wow. That is… just, so good to hear because… because I love YOU. I knew when you kissed me in your car after I bawled like a little bitch.” “I knew I loved you when you said ‘As you wish’ to me.” “Well, I knew I was into you when you yelled at me at the sex party. I was angry, ashamed, and sad all at the same time, which nobody has made me feel since Bo. So there were definite… feelings… there.” “Well, I knew I was hopelessly infatuated when you ‘mean girled’ me at the bar. Anyone able to eviscerate me with a mere look like that? Big feelings.” He chuckled and pointed his fork at me. “Oh, so is this a competition on who was into whom first now?” “Everything is a competition, bucko—and from where I’m sitting?” I gave him a long, slow, up and down appraisal. “I definitely won the big *cough* prize.” “It’s kind of amazing you’re able to sit at all, actually,” he said flippantly. And we laughed. The rest of Labor Day was spent talking and fucking, and ordering pizza as new couples do. Eventually I had to tap out, as my ass was raw and ruined and I was starting to fear that everything on the inside of me may just accidentally end up on the outside if I stood up quickly. But let me tell you. It was so fucking hot to take a nap with his cock lodged inside and his arms wrapped around me. I felt so taken care of that I completely zonked for like 2 hours. Until I awoke to his stiffening dick poking my spleen. Again. Eventually I drove him back to pick up his car which we had left at Tom’s house. We went our separate ways (briefly) so I could pick up some clothes and toiletries and meet him back at his. From there, Kurt and I rapidly settled into coupledom. Most of our meals were spent together. TV and movies on the couch. Sleeping together. Fucking. Kurt even got a family membership at his gym so we could work out together. It was all so disgustingly domestic and I loved it. Since Kurt’s condo was infinitely nicer than my shithole apartment, it naturally became our home base. I already had part of a closet and some drawers. All my valuables had been transferred over, and other than some occasional trips to show my neighbors what good gay sex sounded like or to pick up random items, I’d been at “our place” ever since. Which is where I found myself now, shivering, and under blankets on the couch. I took some ibuprofen, drank some juice, and curled up to watch some shitty daytime TV. The next thing I remember is feeling his lips (and stubble) on my forehead. “Hey babe, how you feeling?” he asked quietly. “Pretty meh,” I mustered. “Yeah, I remember what it was like. You’re most likely seroconverting now, and your body is gonna feel it.” “Maybe it’s just a cold. There’s been a lot of crap going around,” I offered, mainly to rile him up a little. “Are you suggesting that I’m not as fertile as I claimed to be?” he said in mock frustration. “Well, I dunno. It’s been almost two months with near daily breedings. Maybe your swimmers just can’t get me pregnant?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “You fucker,” he growled. “You’re gonna regret that.” * * I was feeling a touch better later that evening, after some soup and a long nap. I woke up on the couch, and Kurt was sitting in the chair across from me, naked, and watching me sleep. He was also slowly jacking that enormous meat of his. “Wakey, Wakey… time for snakey,” he sing-songed. I rolled my eyes. “Are you serious, coming at me with that? I’m tired and feeling gross. I probably have just enough energy to get in bed.” “Oh, we’re getting in bed alright,” he stated. “That’s where I’m going to fuck you. It’s been two days and I need to empty these nuts.” “Stud, I don’t know if I….” I started. He cut me off. “This isn’t a request. I AM going to fuck you. You’re converting. You know it. I know it. And I want to put one more fat, poz load in your guts to seal the deal.” His amber eyes had that dark glitter about them, so I knew he was in full sex mode at this point and would not be dissuaded. So I hauled my ass off the couch, popped 3 more ibuprofen, and headed to the bathroom to prepare myself. When I walked into the bedroom, I was expecting that porn would be going, and the sling to be up and ready. But no. Soft music was playing and the room was lit by several electric candles scattered about to give the space ambiance. He was standing next to the bed, all shy looking. In the center of the bed was a towel with a single red rose on it. Naturally the lube and poppers were handy too. “What’s all this?” I asked, confused. “This will be our anniversary, so I wanted it to be special,” he said kind of sheepishly. “I thought our anniversary was the day before labor day... When we first got together?” “Well, that’s one anniversary, yeah,” he said. “But tonight will be the anniversary of when we become joined by a bond that can’t be broken and you become mine forever.” Even in my not-feeling-so-great state, hearing him talk like this was doing it for me. I felt myself boning up and feeling that need for seed. I walked over to where he stood and looked up at him expectantly. He kissed me then, and just like it had done since the very beginning, it electrified my senses. “Tonight is all about you, babe,” he said. And he proceeded to kiss down my body, slowly. And then he engulfed my swollen dick with his mouth. This was a bit of a different side of Kurt, and I wasn’t sure where it was all going. I mean, I was most comfortable in the roll of “bottom cumdump”. I get off on guys just using me selfishly for their pleasure. Being used as a hole is what turns ME on most- the more degrading the better. A guy just using me as a human fleshlight will make my toes curl every time, and if he verbally degrades me during I’ll most likely cum no handed. So having Kurt be the attentive one was definitely throwing me off a little, but I decided to go with it. After sucking me a good long while, he slowly spun me around, bent me over the bed, and started eating my ass. This was also something he rarely did- as it was typically my job to eat his. But I fucking love being rimmed, and his stubble and stache grating against my hole were lighting me up like a Christmas tree. Pretty soon I was begging for his dick to be inside me. I got pretty insistent about it, which earned a huff of a laugh into my twitching butthole. “Ok, buckaroo, I can see what you need,” he smiled as I crawled to the middle of the bed. I smelled the rose before flinging it to a nightstand. “Woses… how owdinawy,” I said, doing my best Madeline Kahn. He genuinely laughed at this and favored me with one of his megawatt smiles. “You are so fucking corny- I love you.” “I know,” I said with a smirk. “It WAS a red rose after all.” “Yes. Red. For Love… and blood,” he growled, his eyes hooded and gleaming. “I need your dick in my mouth. Now,” I commanded. I figured if this was all about me tonight, I was gonna be a bossy bottom. “As you wish,” he quipped, as he maneuvered himself to present his massive tool for my enjoyment. Kurt’s cock really was just about the biggest I’d ever seen. I may have sucked a couple bigger ones in my day (some longer, some thicker) but his was definitely at the farthest end of the bell curve. It was like a true 9, and also very girthy. Straight and hard, with a darker, ruddy flared head on it. The shaft was almost the same thickness for the entire length- like a thicker can of red bull. But there was a magic spot about an inch and a half down from the head, where the shaft bulged ever so slightly thicker. This is what made his cock special. The way that thicker portion tugged out on my hole when fucking me, or feeling it just push past my second ring… fuck. It was absolute heaven in flesh form. I worshipped his meat with my mouth as best I could. I’ll fully admit, I’m a terrible cock sucker. I do it, but mainly just to get the cock wet for my ass. I have a terrible gag reflex and my jaw and neck always get tired doing it. But feeling his cockhead lodging in my throat definitely got my engine revving. Taking additional advantage of the “it’s all about me” night, I decided that I was going to ride his cock for something new. I know, right? Sex for two months, and I hadn’t ridden his cock yet? Outlandish! But yeah, we never had. I’m a big fan of doggy and/or sling fucks (again—I like being used) and Kurt was only too happy to oblige me in this regard as he was definitely an alpha top ass-user. I mean, I’d been on my back on the bed a bit, and on my side and stomach. But it was all where Kurt was in control of it all. I pulled my mouth off his cock, grabbed the lube, and started slathering his cock (and my hole) while he lay there, his hands still behind his head. He made a move to get up and I shook my head and pushed him back down gently. He looked at me quizzically, but quickly cottoned on when I started moving up to straddle him. “Well, this is… different,” he said, a bit unsure. “All about me, remember big guy?” I said as I positioned his head at my hole. I took a big hit of poppers and got ready. “As you… OH!” he said, as I slammed myself all the way down on his dick. It hurt. My god it hurt like hell to do it like that! And his head was wedged up against my second ring which was DEFINITELY not open yet. But I wanted it to hurt. I also wanted to show him I could take him and take my pleasure from him. I paused with him in me, my eyes squeezed shut in a grimace, sweat beading on my forehead. “Jesus, bud, you ok?” He said with some genuine concern. “This is our anniversary, so we better make this count.” I gritted out. I hit the spray poppers next, and slowly started to fuck myself on his prong. By about the third stroke, I was able to pop him into my second ring, and I left it there for a minute as I milked him with my hole. He growled in appreciation as I knew he would, and I bent down to kiss him. I loved kissing him as I was fully impaled on him! We fucked like this for awhile. I was getting quite the leg and hip workout riding up and down for that full length. He was assisting me by having his meaty hands at my hips, helping to lift me up and pulling me down. Occasionally he would reach up to flick my nipples, knowing this would send my hole into a milking frenzy on his dick. He could sense I was getting tired though, so eventually he pulled me down to a kiss, and then slowly worked me onto my back. It was time for me to be used, and I started to tell him so. “Sir, I need….” He loved it when I called him Sir. “Shhhhh,” he interrupted me. “I know. Don’t you think I know what you need by now?” He moved the pillow from behind my head and spread my legs a bit. He cupped his hands at my knee pits so he could push my legs down and out. And then he started to drill my hole. Hard. I was in full fuckpig mode at this point, so there was nothing but pleasure for me in his wrecking my cunt. His cock was making the heavens open up when he went deep, and the tug on my hole was tingling all my nerve endings. And all that meat in between was like a Mack truck driving across my prostate. He was going to force my load out no-handed again… it was just a matter of time. I just hope I could hold out as long as him. Eventually he got my knees up on his shoulders so he could really piston into me with his full weight. I cupped my hands around the back of his neck so I could stare at him as he wrung his pleasure from me. “Cum in me, sir. Please. Please, sir,” I begged. “I’m getting so close, bud. Gonna knock up that sweet ass of yours once and for all,” he grunted. “Gonna make you mine. You’re gonna be mine forever after this.” He was really fucking me with everything he had now. I could feel his cock getting that little extra bit harder that he did right before he came. I knew all of his tells now. I waited until I could see the orgasm in his eyes. “Until death do us part,” I whispered. With a loud “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!” he unleashed his toxic seed deep inside me. He made sure to plant his cock all the way to the hilt so I could feel his head pulsing up past my second ring because he knew I liked that the best. When his orgasm subsided, he noticed I hadn’t cum yet. So without me having to ask, he got his hands in my knee pits again, and started fucking me slowly with his still hard cock. He stared at me intently as he did this. Then he started his verbal assault. “You liked that, didn’t you, you fuckin pig? You liked me leaving a fucking cumload deep in that cunt of yours? That filthy fucking pig cunt? You’re just a fuckin hole to me, you know that? I just say all the love crap to keep you hot for my dick. You’re nothing but a fucking cum receptacle. A hole. A cock socket. You exist to get my dick off. And guess what, you stupid fucker? I’m POZ! You just got filled with a dirty fuckin load. I’m grinding that toxic seed into your ass walls. Hope you like getting pozzed up you stupid fucking….” “UGGGGGGGHHHHHH!” I cried, as my first volley of cum spattered my chest and chin. Several more spurts came afterward, as I unloaded my balls everywhere. He kept fucking me slowly to push out every drop. I shook with ecstasy every time his cock pushed deep. He buried himself in me, and then started playing with my nipples. It was almost more than I could bear and my asshole danced like mad on his dick. “Fuck, you’re gonna milk out another one!” he warned. Without pulling out, he worked me onto my hands and knees, and started throwing the dick to me again. Hard and fast. As I had already cum, I was kind of in “exit only” mode, but I also knew I wanted to get him off again. So I hit the poppers hard and let him have me. I do my best bottoming work doggy, and have been known to pull the load out of a guy with my ass skills. So I set to working and milking and gripping my hole on him, all while throwing my ass back to meet his thrusts. It was not long before I was treated to a long, guttural grunt and the quick throb of his cock inside me, signaling that I had just done my job successfully yet again. This time, when he was finished, he pulled out slowly and then smacked his wet dick on my ass. We collapsed in a heap on the bed. As we cuddled later, and as I was starting to drift off, he said, “You know I didn’t really mean that bit about…” “Shhhh,” I interrupted. “Being in love means never having to say you’re sorry for things said to get your cock socket to cum no handed.” “Dork,” he chuckled. * * About a week later when I was basically back to feeling like myself, Kurt suggested that it might be time for me to get to the doctor. “Just to confirm our suspicions, you know. For the sake of science,” he said. “You just want to know if your track record is still intact, you sick fuck,” I said jokingly. “I’ll call and set up something for next week or so.” “Keep me posted,” he hummed happily. I was masking my feelings pretty well around Kurt and I kept up my typical jovial banter, but inwardly I was concerned. Concerned and worried and nervous and scared and a whole lot of other emotions. Ok, so maybe I had technically been ‘bug chasing’ in a matter of speaking, but it wasn’t really about that. It was more about getting Kurt, not about getting sick. He just happened get off on pozzing guys, so that was the tradeoff I decided to make. And it was indeed my decision, one which I fully embraced. I chose to let him breed me that first time, to give him what he wanted. I could have done the day after treatment, but I chose not to. And I also chose—repeatedly—to let him try to convert me through almost daily breeding sessions. But now, after having a week of fever and chills, it suddenly became real. Like REAL real. Like “what have I done” real. Was it worth it? Was Kurt worth it? What would happen next? I found myself worrying about healthcare for the first time in my life. And job security. And HIV stigma. And medication cost. And side effects. And sickness. I knew I needed to find out early in order to get started on a pill regimen if I was positive, but I didn’t want to take that first step yet. But the ‘what happens next’ question also applied to other aspects of my life moving forward. And would I be moving forward with Kurt. Was there even an ‘us’? I know Kurt said he wanted to convert me so that we could be together forever, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he was really serious about that. And all this is what paralyzed me and kept me from setting up a doctor’s appointment. These thoughts were consuming my brain every minute of the day and causing me to spiral down the rabbit hole of unknowns. I was unfocused at work and I wasn’t sleeping well. And I was really starting to get depressed. At home, I was becoming quiet and lethargic. I was even starting to beg off going to the gym with Kurt (which I normally enjoyed). I mean, who wouldn’t want to go watch their boyfriend in tight gym clothes, lifting weights, getting all sweaty and making other boys drool? Anyway, I managed to keep Kurt at bay for an additional two weeks or so, with flimsy excuses as to why I hadn’t gone to the doctor yet. I was tired. I had to work. The holidays had me down. There weren’t any appointments before Thanksgiving. Let’s wait till December between the holidays. Finally, Kurt started losing his patience with me. “Dude, you need to get tested,” he grumbled. “Don’t make me withhold sex from you.” “HA! As if you could say no to all this,” I laughed, while gesturing to myself. I was desperately trying to deflect where this conversation was headed. “C’mon. We need to know. YOU need to know. You aren’t scared about it or anything, are you?” he goaded. “No, I’m not scared,” I lied. “Then why haven’t gone in? It’s seriously like 10 minutes and done. Easy peasy.” “There just hasn’t been a good time for me,” I said weakly. Kurt gave me ‘the look’ over the tops of his gold frame 70’s aviator frame glasses that made him look like a porn star. “Do it. Before this weekend.” “Oh Yes SIR,” I saluted. As much as he liked me calling him Sir, he did NOT like it when I used it sarcastically. This earned me an exasperated sigh and a ‘time out’ until dinner. And as you can probably guess, the end of the week rolled around and I still hadn’t gotten tested. Kurt had actually been good and not brought up the subject since our little spat earlier in the week. He also let me mope about without peppering me with more questions. I figured he was finally giving me space, which was nice of him. And he definitely had NOT withheld on the sex, thank God, although the volume was way down, which added to my fears, as Kurt basically needed sex daily. Still, I’d been pretty quiet and introspective all week and it didn’t go unnoticed. When I got home on Friday, I found him waiting for me expectantly. “Get changed, Eyore. I’m taking you out on a date,” he said. Perhaps this is what I needed to help get my mind off things. So, I did as I was instructed and got ready. As I was choosing what to wear I called out, “Where are we going?” “Nowhere fancy, just the usual. But wear the 501’s. I wanna show off my boyfriend’s hot ass.” Oh yes sir, I thought and smiled for the first time all week. We hopped in his car, and he reached over and held my hand as we drove. We listened to music and I just let him drive and was happy. But then I noticed we were not exactly going to our typical restaurant areas. “Babe, where exactly are we going?” I said, as I started to get alarmed. “Um… ok. Don’t be mad,” he started. “Hearing the words ‘don’t be mad’ is basically a surefire way to make me mad. What did you do?” I clapped back. “I made us an appointment at my doctor,” he came clean. Suddenly I felt like a dog that had been promised a car ride only to discover it was a trip to the Vet. “Jesus, you’re unbelievable!” I spat. “I just KNEW you wouldn’t do it yourself, so I’m making it happen. We’re doing this and getting it over with. My doctor is very cool and supportive and it’ll be painless. And I’m going with you to be there for you, no matter what,” he stated loudly and with finality. I sulked in the seat next to him with my arms crossed and refused to look at him. I know I was being a petulant child about it all, but I don’t think I can accurately describe just how much my stomach was in knots at that moment. My guts basically turned to liquid and I nearly started hyperventilating as it felt like we were speeding along to my execution. We rolled up to his doctor’s office, where we were obviously the last appointment of the day as the lot was basically empty. The doctor greeted us the moment we were in the door. “Hey, I was almost beginning to give up on you guys,” he said congenially as he hugged Kurt. “Hi, I’m Doctor Stone, but you can call me Doc. Most everyone does.” He shook my hand. Kurt had a very good relationship with his doctor all things considered, which is how he wangled this appointment even without me being a patient. At least not yet. Doctor Stone was gay and about 60, and admittedly a stone-cold fox. He had silver hair and a full beard, and was definitely rocking a great body beneath a very snug smock. Kurt told me that he frequently participated in triathelons and he had even been a Mr. Leather a couple years prior. The good doctor even took 3rd overall at IML—which I could totally see after meeting him in person. And while I don’t think the doc knew ALL of Kurt’s… proclivities… he definitely appeared to have his finger on the pulse of the gay community, specifically the leather/kink community. Having a hot, built, gay, leatherdaddy doctor though was not necessarily going to make this any easier for me. If anything, I was now also feeling shame and embarrassment on top of my fears. “Where’s your staff?” I asked. “Oh, they’ve left for the day. For what you’re here for, I can do all the work—if that’s ok,” he said earnestly. I nodded. “Kurt, why don’t you wait here for us, and I’ll just take him on back. We’ll get you when we’re done,” the Doc said. So Kurt sat down in the waiting room, and started playing on his phone. I followed the Doc back, butterflies jackhammering in my guts. We got back to the exam room and he sat me down. He sat down too, smiled warmly, and he took my hand. “I want you to know that no matter what the results, it’s going to be ok. YOU are going to be ok. You know that, right?” he patted my hand comfortingly. “This is just knowledge, and knowledge is power.” I nodded and swallowed thickly. “So, do you know if you’ve been exposed to HIV?” he asked, even though I was pretty sure he knew the answer. “Yes,” I answered quietly. “I mean, yes I know I’ve been exposed.” He nodded. “And, do you think you might be HIV positive?” he enquired. “Yes,” I answered again. “Why do you think that?” “Well, Doc. I got pretty sick with kind of a flu-like illness about a month ago. And I’d been, um, having lots of unprotected sex before that.” And while I was deliberately obtuse about exactly with whom I’d been having the sex, I was pretty sure the good Doctor knew. The Doc nodded. “Ok then. I’m going to do two tests—one is the quick oral swab test. The other will be the blood antibody test. I’ll go ahead and draw the blood, as I can get that test going as the confirmatory sample.” And then the Doc set about to work. He swabbed my mouth and found a good vein and drew some blood. When he was done, he stood up. “Now I’m going to process these—it won’t take long. Just wait here. And remember what I said. Everything is going to be ok, kiddo.” And with a wink and a warm smile, he left me to wait. * * After what felt like an eternity, the Doctor came back in. I tried to read his face, but couldn’t. My guess is that he’d learned to school his expression after doing hundreds of these tests. He sat down across from me again. I almost couldn’t breathe. “Your oral test came back positive for HIV,” he stated. “Oof, way to pull that bandaid right off, Doc,” I said, a warm dizziness rushing over me. “The second test will confirm it shortly, but I wanted to start preparing you for the outcome. How are you feeling at this moment?” He asked with care in his eyes. “I… don’t know? A little shocked and sad maybe? Although if I’m being honest, I’m not surprised given my recent behavior. I think deep down I knew that was always going to be the outcome. But I don’t think I’m fully grasping the reality of it all yet. But I mean, I’m not gonna burst into tears or off myself anything, if that’s what you were getting at.” The Doctor smiled good-naturedly. “That was a good answer. I know it’s a lot to take in, even if you had a sneaky feeling you might be HIV positive. And even if you may have… deliberately… been acting in a manner contrary to being safe. It’s always a bit of a shock to hear the words spoken aloud. I mean, I still remember when I got my diagnosis 20 years ago.” “Wait. You’re poz?” I asked, somewhat startled. “I am. It’s very well managed, as it has been for two decades. I’m undetectable and very healthy. Just as you can be once on meds. Like I said, kiddo, you will be just fine regardless.” “It seems weird that a gay Doctor of your… generation… who treats gay men is HIV positive, given all your expertise and training and the AIDS crisis and stuff,” I said. He looked at me deeply. “I may be a Doctor, but I’m human too. I think people tend to forget that last part. And I’m a gay human, with very strong sexual urges and questionable decision-making skills in certain scenarios. Much like you, I’d wager. Honestly though, I choose to view myself as lucky. I’m healthy, and I feel that being positive gives me a better understanding of what it all means, so that I can treat my patients with empathy a greater level of care. I can also draw on my own sexual history in order to be non-judgmental. My goal is to be there for my patients. To listen and be a good medical provider. So, a guy can tell me he’s a barebacking cumslut who gets off on taking dirty loads, and it doesn’t phase me one bit.” He was looking at me intently as he said this last bit. I blushed strongly at his words. “Well, as you may have guessed I’m not exactly an angel…” I said. “Been there, done that, got charged and have the receipts,” he chuckled. And instantly I was more at ease and the knot in my guts started to relax a bit. “I’m going to go check your other test and I’ll be right back.” And he was off again. The Doc came back a few minutes later and it was confirmed. I was now officially HIV+. It still didn’t quite feel real to me, and my head was swimming a bit, but I also felt lighter than I had in months. Like a weight had been lifted. The doc and I chatted a bit more and he offered me his services as a primary physician. I told him I’d like that very much. He told me to call soon to set up an appointment when I was ready where we could discuss treatment options. The good Doctor walked me back out front. As soon as we stepped into the waiting room, Kent was on his feet, looking at me expectantly. I decided to be a bit mean. “Down boy, it was a false alarm,” I said with a smile. The look on Kurt’s face was priceless. He tried to smile and not show his bitter disappointment, and he failed miserably at both. I knew I was going to let him off the hook eventually, but not just yet. And not here in front of his doctor. “Thanks, Doc for taking this extra time out of a Friday for me,” I said genuinely. “Any time,” he said. “Now you two have a fun evening. Oh, need any condoms? They’re free.” He grabbed a basket off the reception desk and waived them at us. I took one to be nice, and the Doc winked at me conspiratorially. “And Kurt- it’s about time you visited for a checkup, don’t you think?” Kurt promised to visit in the next few weeks. They hugged goodbye, and the doc whispered something to him. Kurt nodded sheepishly. Then he grabbed my hand as we headed out. * * After the Doctor’s visit, he took me to my favorite place- Tres Gattos. A little dive Mexican cantina off the beaten path that had killer margs, damn good queso and burritos the size of your head. We sat in the booth and ordered our usual, and I found Kurt to be a bit quieter than normal. “What’s up, Buttercup?” I asked, wanting to watch him squirm a bit longer. “Oh, nothing,” he said sullenly. “Dude, cut the crap. You’re upset about something. What is it? You upset I’m still neg?” “Um, Yeah, actually. And I feel bad for feeling upset about it, ok? I should be glad you’re still ok. But damnit, I was SO sure you were gonna be! I was positive we had an anniversary to celebrate, pun intended. I… I even had a gift ready for you,” he said, eyes downcast. “You’ve been ‘gifting’ me for awhile now, stud,” I quipped. I thought for sure he’d chuckle at my “gift” joke. Instead he just sighed and looked at me like a sad puppy. “Can I ask what the gift is?” I said hopefully. Quietly he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. A fucking RING box. And if THAT didn’t just make me feel like the prize asshole of the century. “Duuuuuude,” I exhaled. “Whutdafuk is that?” “Go ahead… open it,” he said glumly. I opened it slowly, and my heart kind of stuttered a bit. Inside was a Claddagh ring. Gold. I just sat there with the open box in my hand, starting at it. “There’s an inscription, too,” he said. I picked it up, and inside the band it said: Forever mine, 11/5/18. Our anniversary date. The supposed date of my conversion. I put the ring back in the box, closed it, and set it on the table. Jesus he was going to be mad. “Ok, so don’t be mad…” I started. His eyes snapped up to mine. “When you say “don’t be mad” that’s a surefire way to make me mad,” he said dangerously. “Um… so, back at the Doc’s office? I may have, um… fibbed… a little? About my diagnosis? Kind of?” He stared at me blankly, his jaw slack. “Because I am. Um. Positive.” “You’re positive,” he said flatly. “Yes. I’m quite positive that I’m… positive. So… surprise?” I said through a toothy, tight smile. He looked at me for probably a good 10 seconds before “Why the fuck would you DO that?” Yeah, he was kinda pissed. “Oh, I don’t know,” I whispered hotly. “Maybe because my boyfriend hijacked me to a doctor’s appointment after promising a date night?” “Dude! I cannot even. Just… dude.” He said shaking his head. “I thought you’d be happier to hear that we’re pregnant,” I said with a sigh. Kurt just gave me his ‘over-the-glasses’ look again, appraising me quietly. (He was wearing his glasses more now, because he knew how the gold frames highlighted his honey-amber eyes, and how much the 70’s porn stud look turned me on). Even pissed at me, he was so goddamn sexy. He was not going to make this easy. “Here. Let’s do this again,” I said as I slid the ring back across the table. “It’s really very nice and very sweet. I promise to act surprised when you give it to me. Here, take it.” He snatched up the ring box and stashed it in his pocket again. “Nope. I don’t think I want to give it to you now,” he said with a sniff. “I better get that ring. Don’t make me withhold sex from you.” “HA! As if you could say no to all this,” he said pointing to his crotch. A small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You know I hate it when you quote me back to me,” I grumbled, crossing my arms. “Oh I know,” he said smugly as he popped a chip in his mouth. We locked eyes over the table, and I could tell that he wasn’t pissed at me anymore. He was now just toying with me, because he could. And because he knew that I secretly liked verbal sparring very much. His eyes were dark and glittery again, and I could read his mind like it was a large print book. “Guess I’m just gonna have to make it up to you somehow,” I said with as much wicked innuendo as I could muster. I downed my margarita in about 3 gulps and then very slowly licked the salt off the rim. His eyes were glued to my tongue the entire time. Then I stood up and announced that I needed to go to the bathroom. As I got out of the booth, I made a show of dropping my wallet accidentally, and bent over slowly to retrieve it. I could almost feel the heat of his gaze boring a hole through my 501’s. Because I know Kurt and what date night can mean, I prepped my ass as part of getting dressed for our date. I also brought a small bottle of lube, because you just never know when or where we may go at it hammer and tongs. Which made our sex life all the more exciting. The men’s room at Tres Gattos was just about what you’d expect. Terra cotta tile floor, cheap Mexican tile on the walls. It was a two-holer, a urinal and a toilet, both just open, and a small counter with a sink. It was definitely not the cleanest bathroom, and there was always a stale beer piss smell in the air. And naturally there was also a lock on the door. We had made use of this lock before. I had my pants dropped to my ankles while I stood at the urinal, my ass lubed for him. I actually did have to piss, so I was just finishing that as he came in. I didn’t flush. I just stood and waited as he locked the door. “I told Jorge we’d be back to the table in a few and to keep our food warm for us,” Kurt whispered as he came up behind. Jorge was our favorite cute, gay waiter with whom we loved to flirt. I think Jorge had a little thing for me, which made Kurt a wee bit jealous. Which I loved. Jorge also knew what was up, so he took good care of us. And we tipped generously. “Now about that ring,” I said as I lubed up Kurt’s dick. Kurt really gets off on public sex, of course. Hell, the first time I met him he was knocking up a guy in a bathroom at our local gay bar! When we’re at home, he takes his sweet time in cumming. He can almost go indefinitely, but he’s good about sensing when I am almost about out of patience for the load. Now, the nice thing for me with the public sex is that Kurt cums fairly easily. He knows we have to be expeditious with it, so it’s all about the hot, dirty, pump n dump scene. I figured I could get a quick load from him this time, especially with the ace up my sleeve. I arched my back and leaned my chest forward to the urinal. I could smell the rank piss which admittedly was turning me on as his huge cockhead pushed into me. I worked my ass on him as we worked him in past the thick part. He grabbed my hips and started in with quick, shallow thrusts. It was all I could do to relax without my usual poppers, but the scene was turning me on too. I definitely liked knowing I could flash my ass and get him to breed me anytime, anywhere. I started to work my hole on his cock, and he snarled appreciatively. Mindful of Jorge and our food, I decided to play my ace. “I guess you did it after all,” I said. “Did what?” he grunted. “You finally knocked me up. Those poz swimmers of yours finally took. Yeah, fuck my newly poz cunt, sir. YOU did that. It’s yours. You put your stamp in it, and now I’m toxic too! That dirty fucking DNA is in me forever now. Yeah, sir! Add to my viral load! Do it! Give this cumdump another fithy fuckload!” “Ugggghhhh!” he grunted quietly as his dick started throbbing inside me. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he whispered, his forehead resting against me as he parked his dick and emptied himself. Now, one of the best things about the pump n dump stand up sex with Kurt is that he’s NOT all the way up in my colon when he cums. Don’t get me wrong, I LIVE for that. But I also like this. Here he’s only about halfway in with his dick, so I really feel the spurts of his load. I also tend to feel really greasy-wet and full afterward. It’s hot as hell. It’s also a crapshoot (pun intended) to see if I can keep it all in me, or if it starts to leak out. Once he was spent, he pulled out and a bit of his load leaked out and started to run down the back of my thigh. I scooped it up, and fingered it back into my hole. He grabbed a wet paper towel and tossed it to me, and then he grabbed another and cleaned himself off. We then made ourselves presentable, washed up, and headed back to the table where Jorge had left us two fresh margaritas. I sat in the booth with a satiated smile on my face. I kept staring at Kurt, and he kept staring right back at me, half smiling. “I don’t know if that quite makes up for things,” he said, “but here. For you.” He pulled out the ring box again and slid it across the table. “For ME? Well I DECLARE!” I drawled while blinking rapidly and fanning myself. He laughed and groaned simultaneously. “Oh Jesus, just try the stupid thing on already.” I took it out of the box, smiled, and handed it to him. “If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it,” I sang quietly, as I flourished my hand. He slid it on my right ring finger- the heart facing me, not outward, to show that my heart was taken. And it fit perfectly, and I stared at it appreciatively. “Where’s yours?” I asked. “One cannot buy a claddagh ring for oneself, it’s bad luck,” he said dismissively as if everyone knew this. “So I guess you’ll be expecting a blowjob later,” I grimaced. “Blowies for jewelry is an age old understanding between men and their bitches,” he smiled. “Careful there,” I cautioned. And he flashed me his big, dimpled smile, knowing I would swoon. It completely worked, the bastard. Jorge came back then with our food then. He smiled knowingly and asked if we had washed up and if he needed to perhaps tidy up the men’s room? We assured him that we left it just fine. He joked that perhaps he should put a camera in there, just to make sure the customers were being safe. “Oh, we’re never safe,” we told him in unison. I then mentioned that I was ‘embarazada’ now, and how he blushed at that! But I also saw a distinct, hefty tenting in his black trousers, as he left us to our meals. “If you keep being mean to me, I can always give Jorge my ass,” I suggested. Kurt growled. “Not if he knows what’s good for him. There’s a ring on that shit. It’s MINE now.” I laughed and we finished our meals and hand another margarita apiece. Jorge was lovely and I enjoyed making him blush a couple more times. We made sure to leave an even larger tip than usual before heading home. * * Later that night in bed, I played with the ring on my finger and my mind was whirring a million miles an hour. I was too keyed up to sleep. Kurt was spooning me (I was almost always little spoon) and I guess he picked up on my restlessness. He shifted and rested his head right up at my neck. “What’s going on, bud?” he asked quietly. “Nothing. Just can’t sleep. Probably the burrito baby kicking,” I lied. I just didn’t think I was ready to unload all my crazy thoughts onto him. “Mmm-hmmm,” he said and he squeezed me a bit tighter. He let me stew and simmer a bit longer before he spoke again. “We haven’t talked about it yet. You testing positive, I mean. I guess we cleverly distracted ourselves with sex when we got home. But I know it has to be weighing heavily on you. It’s weighing on me too. So… talk to me, Goose. What’s going on in that delightfully chaotic brain of yours.” I lay quietly as I tried to decide what I wanted to say that wouldn’t freak him out. I eventually decided to downplay it a bit. “I’m just… processing it all. You know? Wondering what happens next. Where my life goes from here. What it all means. Just tiny, insignificant shit like that.” “Baby, your life isn’t going to change that much- trust me. You are going to be fine. And I’m going to be right here with you through thick and thin,” He said confidently. “Will you, though?” I pondered aloud. Which as soon as it left my mouth I knew to be a mistake. “What do you mean by that?” Kurt asked, a slight edge in his voice. I scooched away from him and took a deep breath before speaking into the darkness. “Are you happy? Happy that I’m positive and that you are the one infected me?” I asked in a soft voice. He was quiet for a minute before answering. “Maybe… yes? Kind of? But I’m sad, too. Or melancholy about it. And scared, too a bit. It’s a whole mixture of things. I’m sure the Germans have some sort of compound word for it.” “What happens now that you knocked me up?” I said. “What do you mean “what happens now”? “I mean, what happens to me? To us?” “We live happily ever after?” he suggested. “I’m serious, Kurt,” I said, moving myself to the edge of the bed in self-imposed isolation. “I dunno. I’m not sure I understand what you’re asking me.” Oh god. There was a leak in the dyke and everything was starting to pour out of me, unchecked. “Like, because the chase is done, what happens to me now? What’s to become of me? I mean, what’s the point of fucking me anymore because I already caught the bug, right? Am I some sort of “pig”malion that you dump back in the gutter so you can find another negative conquest to dickmatize and infect?” “Whoa whoa whoa! DickmaWHAT? Where’s this coming from?” he said alarmed. I was still turned away from him in the dark and my agitation level had risen dramatically now. I spoke the fears in my heart into the darkness. “Kurt, I don’t know what you can possibly see in me now. The one thing I had to offer you, my negative virginity, is gone. Kaput. So what’s my value to you? Certainly it’s not my hole, as you can find one of those anywhere. And I’m just a stupid boy with a stupid crush who was stupid enough to let you infect me and now I’m going to be dumped and nobody will date me because I’m tainted goods so I’ll be doomed to spend the rest of my life alone and I’ll die one of those big city deaths where nobody knows I’m gone until the stench drifts into the hallway.” I was almost hyperventilating now. “You regret becoming HIV positive?” he asked point blank. I didn’t answer. I didn’t know exactly how to answer him yet. “Oh my god. Do you resent me?” he asked in a panic. “What? I don’t…” I sort of fumbled. “You just told me you were stupid for letting me infect you. Do. You. Resent. Me?” he stated, very pointedly. Again I didn’t answer immediately. “Oh jesus. You do. So it’s just a matter of time, then. The resentment will fester and then you’ll leave me. Maybe not like Bo did, but you will. Jesus. I’ve ruined another life and another chance. How fucked up is this?” he laughed bitterly as he rolled away from me. And now it was my turn to panic more. Kurt was starting to shut down, which was not good. “Kurt… it isn’t… Ugh. This is why I didn’t want to get tested. Or talk about all this because my brain isn’t ready for this yet.” “Whatever,” he sighed. “Message received. Loud and clear.” “Whoa. Now you hold the fuck up for one minute. I just went through a life-altering diagnosis today, so I think I’ve earned a little leeway here,” I said, getting snippy. “I’m sorry if I haven’t processed everything into coherent, easily digestible soundbites for your consumption.” Kurt didn’t say anything. “Ok, since my brain is on the fritz at the moment, I’m just gonna go full open kimono on you,” I said. “Open kimono? Really?” I could hear a tinge of amusement in his voice. “It means…” I started. “I know what it means, slugger. It was just… odd… to hear boardroom speak in the middle of our heart to heart.” “It still applies. Kind of. So. I’m just going to go ahead and do something I never do. Which is lay bear my heart. Regardless of the outcome. And you’re going to let me, because I deserve it.” Kurt was still rolled away from me and he didn’t say anything. But I could tell he was waiting intently. “Kurt? I’m kind of a mess at the moment. I’m a jumble of emotions, but fear is the dominating one right now. And it isn’t fear about HIV so much… it’s more fear of losing you.” “Baby! I told…” he started as he rolled over to face me. “Shhhhhh,” I admonished. “I’m nowhere near done yet.” He scooched closer until our knees touched under the covers. “Do I regret getting HIV? Yeah, kinda, if I’m being honest. But only because it complicates shit. Life would be probably a whole lot easier if we were both neg and on prep and free to be our slutty fucking piggy selves. But that isn’t our story. So the poz thing was the price I had to pay in order to keep you. So I paid it. And no, I don’t resent you for it.” “I really like you, Kurt. And I… I love you. Like Head over heels love. Hopelessly and helplessly. And I really like what we’re… doing. I totally like being your… hole. And I’m pretty sure you like me being that for you. But part of my fear is that this is all I really am to you.” “Baby, that’s not…” he started to protest. I cut him off by putting my hand on his mouth briefly. “Kurt… To me, you’re… everything. You are all and you are more. You’ve become so important in my life so quickly that it scares the everloving fuck out of me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Ever. I look at you and you’re so beautiful that it hurts. Literally physically hurts. My chest gets tight and I can’t breathe sometimes. You’re like this hotter, builter, sexier mustachioed version of Henry Cavil and I can’t even. Seeing your body- in or out of clothes- gives me butterflies. When I see your dimples, my knees get weak. Your touch is like an electric shock on my skin. Your gaze makes me shiver. And when you blast me with your full smile? I can’t hold a single coherent thought in my head.” “So, you like me for my body and my mustache,” he sighed. “Not done talking,” I chastised. “And yes. Physically you crank me to 11. But it goes way beyond your physical charms. You make me laugh. You make me want to make YOU laugh. I want to talk with you and explore with you. I love just sitting with you quietly. You make me feel taken care of. I’m comfortable around you and I finally feel like my true self. My darker self. And when you hold me, I feel safe. As I think about all this and it feels like a crazy dream.” He reached out and grabbed my hands under the covers and held them. “And I’m terrified,” I whispered, “that one day you’ll wake up and just decide I’m not worth it and ditch me to find a better hole. Or worse, grow tired of me and start treating me with utter indifference. Seeing you look at me again like I’m worthless… like you did in the bar that one night… would absolutely destroy me, Kurt. And I’m so fucking scared that it’s coming.” “I can handle the poz thing. I can handle the being alone thing. And I can even handle you throwing me away- I think. As long as I don’t get even more invested than I am right now. Because the longer this goes… the longer we go… the easier it will be for you to crush me. So, if you think that this is the way it’s going, can you please tell me now, so I can maybe salvage something of myself?” Kurt was quiet. Quiet for a long time. And the longer the silence went, the more scared I got. Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Kurt? Can you say something? Please?” “Oh, are you through open-kimonoing now? Is it my turn?” he said, softly sarcastic. “Yes. I’m done. For now. I think. Maybe not.” I babbled. “First of all let me just say… “ he drew a big breath, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I pushed you to get tested. I’m sorry I didn’t think about the impact to you and what you might be feeling. I’m sorry I wasn’t more understanding. I should have been much more empathetic and listened to you had I taken the time to remember what it was like for me.” “Oh, It’s…” I started to say before he cut me off. “Hush now. It’s my turn,” He said with a smile in his voice. “You said that you worried that you were just a hole to me. Nothing could be further from the truth. I am endlessly captivated by you and am hopelessly in love with you. I love that you’re this sexy dork, with a quick wit and deep intelligence that keeps me on my toes. I love your brain! And I love that you are kind and thoughtful. I love the way you look at me, it turns my insides molten.” “So I’m a dork that stares at you like a goober,” I sighed, trying not to smile. “Not done talking yet,” he mimicked sarcastically. “Yes. You are a dork. MY dork. But you know what the best part about you is? It’s that you have absolutely NO clue how hot you are. None! You are completely oblivious, and it’s endearing and frustrating and it makes me want to shake you sometimes. But damned if it doesn’t also make you even that much hotter.” “I am SO not…” I started again and Kurt actually growled at me. “Got it. Shutting up now.” I swallowed. “You ARE hot. AND oblivious. God, I love going to the gym with you because so many guys check you out, it’s ridiculous. And you have no idea it’s happening. You’re like this tight body, otter version of Julian Edelman, with an ass that just sits up and begs. You know, I’ve actually had guys walk up to me and ask me about you and what our deal is. A couple guys have even given me their number for me to give to you, as they weren’t sure how to approach you. Hell, I don’t get half the attention that you do and it’s starting to bruise my ego a bit. And the 501’s? Your ass can stop traffic in the 501’s.” I was blushing now, the heat filling my cheeks. “I like spending time with you too. I like watching movies with you and our date nights. And yes, I like the sex. and that you are my insatiable honey hole. I trust that much is obvious! But like you, I’m worried about the sex part, too. I’m worried that all I am to you is a big cock and a high sex drive. What happens when my body starts to go or my libido wanes and I can’t give you what you so obviously crave? What then?” It was my turn to grab his hands and hold them. “What terrifies ME is you growing to resent me or getting disappointed by me and deciding to leave. And I firmly believe there is a higher probability of this than me leaving you. I think that was why I was so desperate to convert you. So that we would be linked and have this bond we share. And also so that it might bind you closer to me… so that you won’t leave me.” “Once upon a time I thought this would be the case with Bo, but looking back, I realize that Bo never would have left me, even if we were serodiscordant. He was always far too dependent on me, which I believe left him vulnerable and weaker in the end. But you? You’re stronger than Bo—stronger than me for that matter. You don’t need me. I know you could leave any time and be just fine on your own, and then where’ll I be, huh?” We were both quiet for a long time, laying curled up facing each other in the dark. Eventually, I scooched closer until my forehead was against his and my nose touched his nose. I rubbed our noses together casually. “Kurt, I know we both just unloaded a lot of crap. But this is good. And you were right. We did need to talk about all this. And I think we will be having some more conversations in the coming days. But for right now… can I… can I kiss you?” I asked hopefully. “Being in love means never having to ask if you can kiss me,” he said huskily. “You know I hate it when you quote me back to me, asshole,” I said lovingly. “Oh I know,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. And then I kissed him. Oh how I kissed him! Naturally a kiss with us is rarely just a kiss. This one escalated quickly, and soon we were very hot and heavy again. He had me on my back and was full on making out with me, grinding his hardness into me. Being under his mass and feeling the heat of him had me cranked up in no time flat. After a few more minutes, we finally broke apart. “Alexa, turn lights to 20%,” he barked. And the lights in the bedroom came on low. “Why you turning on the lights?” I asked. “Because I want you to see my face and how serious I am,” he replied. He threw the covers off us, then he used his knees to force my legs apart. He kept peppering me with kisses and licks while he did this. Pretty soon my legs were spread, and I was open and vulnerable in front of him. “You think you’re just a hole for me? Do you?” he growled as he sucked my neck a little. “You think that’s all you are?” His hard cock nudged against my asshole. I may have whimpered a little. He looked at me. “Buddy, you are so much more than that. SO much more.” Then he grabbed the lube and slathered his cock and my hole with it. His head ever-so-slowly sliding into me until he was in me to the hilt. “Jesus Kurt,” I hissed. “Fuck me! Now!” “No,” he said flatly. “I’m not going to fuck you.” “Um… whaaaa?” I stammered. “Oh please, sir! Pretty please? You’re inside me, that’s basically the beginning part of fucking! And after everything we just said….” “Shhhh. I just need to be as close to you as I can get for this. Burying myself inside you and having you wrapped around me is important right now,” he said as he brought his face an inch from mine. “I’m going to make a vow. Right now. And you know I’m serious because intercourse is basically my religion and I’m inside my Bible right now, ok,?” I nodded that I understood. He stared into my soul, his amber eyes glowing in the soft light. “I’m not going anywhere. Ever. Period. You are stuck with me, bud, for better and for worse. I promise to keep my body fit for you, and my dick hard for you. I promise to always check with you before changing my facial hair, because I want you to be happy when you look at me. I promise to take care of you, and to listen more, and to make you laugh at least once a day, and to give you epic makeup sex when we do have a fight. And I promise not to ever go to bed mad. And I promise to do better about talking about shit so that we know where we’re coming from. And I promise not to blast you into space until such time as I grow weary of you…” “Jesus fucking Christ!” I laughed. “You just quoted Flash Gordon to me in your love declaration? And you call ME a dork?” He smiled one of his blinding smiles and every shadow of doubt was blazed away. “I should have said all of that when I gave you the ring tonight. Better late than never, I suppose,” he shrugged and I kissed him tenderly. “I don’t have a ring to give you, unless you count the one that’s around your dick right now,” I lamented with a squeeze of my hole. That made his eyes flutter and earned a sharp inhalation from him. “But what I can give you, Kurt, is my vow: I promise you that I don’t resent you. Not for a minute. I promise you that I love you. Truly, deeply, madly. I promise that you’re stuck with me, too, through thick and thin. At least until my inane babbling annoys you to the point that you can’t stand me anymore. I promise to continue being a dork, and to bike and squat so much that the 501’s can’t contain the magnitude of my ass. I promise to pull you up short and put you through hell and give you support. I promise to only sing Sondheim to on special occasions. I promise to swoon every time you smile at me like you are right now. And I promise that I’ll only ever have eyes for you.” “You through?” he asked with a smile. “Oh, and I promise to be your beck and call boy.” He groaned and laughed. “Ok, Pretty Woman.” “I heard somewhere that you liked the dorky, nerdy type,” I shrugged. “And I heard you like the muscular, Colt model type,” he countered. “Well, actually I’m more a sexy, silver, leatherdaddy rich doctor type—think you can set me up?” I asked innocently. “You’d be disappointed. He’s mostly a bottom,” he said with a wink. We kissed some more this exchange, his hard cock still buried deep inside me. Feeling the fullness that was him inside me was naturally getting me riled up, so I sneakily started to shift my ass around under the guise of getting of comfortable. I also started to slowly clench and release my hole on him. I was nothing if not subtle. I looked up at Kurt beseeching him with my eyes, as I quivered my pucker on him. “That’ll do, pig,” he chuckled. “I told you I’m not fucking you. But… I will share a little secret with you if you promise to stay still for a moment,” he said cryptically. So I waited. Quietly. Kurt adjusted so that he was all the way in me again. He held me closely, hovering over me, face still an inch from mine. I could feel his breath. His amber eyes searching my face, boring into me. I was just about to say something when suddenly his eyes squeezed shut and he exhaled with a tiny grunt, and I felt it. His cock throbbing inside of me. He was emptying himself into me without ever having moved a muscle. He shuddered briefly as his orgasm subsided and his cock started softening inside me. “Dude. Whoa. You just… came… like… spontaneously? I asked quizzically. “Yeah. That’s my secret. I can control my ejaculations with my mind. I learned a long time ago that for me it was more about the mental side than the physical stimulation side. I actually learned at boyscout camp of all places! I would hear my scout master jacking off, and because I didn’t want to get caught I pretended to be asleep and just thought myself to orgasm. I’ve been able to do it ever since. Now don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the physical side of things. Fucking feels fucking great! But tipping myself to orgasm? That has always been more of a mental exercise for me. Hence the scenes, and places, and dirty talk, and other visual stimuli. And sometimes—given the right circumstances—I can cum like I just did.” “Gives a whole new meaning to ‘be prepared’,” I chuckled. “And you. YOU were a Boy Scout?” “EAGLE Scout. Yes.” He said smugly. “And did you ever, um… do stuff with Scout Master-bater?” “What do hoping to hear?” he laughed. “Something like how my Eagle Scout project was building raised garden boxes and starting an urban vegetable garden for an inner city neighborhood. And how I was fucking my Scout Master, who just so happened to also be my boyfriend’s father, bent over a sawhorse in the wood shop one night when and his wife and my boyfriend walked in on us right as I was cumming in him or something?” “Oh fuck. Is this true?” I said as my dick jumped at the thought. A slow, dirty smile spread across his face. “Scout’s honor. The scandal and fallout that ensued is still being talked about in sewing circles in my hometown to this very day!” “I am SO going to want details on that story later,” I said with an appreciative whistle. And then something else dawned on me. “You know what this little Scout trick means though? It means I can basically tap out whenever I want and STILL get loaded! Fuck the ring… THIS is the best gift EVAR!” “I guess we’ll see,” he chuckled, as he slid languidly from my ass. “Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but did I hear my dork of a boyfriend drop a Pygmalion pun during our little heart to heart?” And he smiled at me and then kissed me before I could spout my indignation. Later as we spooned (me the big spoon for a change), I felt the rhythmic expansion and contraction of Kurt’s massive back against me. I could tell he was drifting off to sleep, and I knew I wasn’t far behind. But I wasn’t quite ready to follow yet. My mind was deliciously quiet for a change and I was overcome with a warm sense of peace. I realized I was supremely content and happy in the moment. And while I still had things to sort out, I knew the Doc was right. I was going to be okay. And as I began to slowly drift off, I knew that I had taken a big step today. A step toward Acceptance.

I like shaving anyway and get turned on feeling my shave smooth pubes, cock, balls and ass, but the addition of being spun, takes it to another level In the sling or gyni chair with legs spread wide truly spun and gagging with the top making sure everything is ultra smooth… it gets the senses and endorphins going wild at the touch

Oh ya. Love getting spun and shaved. Nothing like a big booty bump and having your hole and pubs shaved clean. Even better with a fist.

I started dating someone special a few months ago, and he tested positive a few days ago. He'd been away for a month and luckily his symptoms appeared before coming back to see me. Poor guy. I wonder how long it will be before he's no longer contagious? And will he develop immunity now or could he get reinfected? It's certainly been a rollercoaster week for us. I was so looking forward to seeing him.

Good Gifter, if he has flushed the chaser's PrEP! Let's go all the way!

So hot 🔥🔥🔥

S0 fucking hot. Why did my parents have to be so supportive?

Chapter VIII Every time Drew makes his way back home after his jog, he would pass by a junction that he had to cross. Right by the traffic light was a church that was quite popular. On Sundays, he would see a crowd forming outside right before noon. From a distance, there was the pastor. Or the priest. Drew only started to become religious recently. All he knew was that the man in the formal attire, collared tight up to the neck was the one in charge of this particular church. Usually, Drew wouldn't think much bout passing by this corner. He had already been scouting other places of worship, trying his luck to find someone who was already responding to a higher calling. However, Drew was still a slut and could never stop himself from checking Grindr every 10 minutes. It was only at this corner that an anonymous profile with only its description being discreet would appear on the most top left corner of Drew's screen. The description, though vague with just age and height, coincidentally match the priest. It was only during one rainy Sunday, when service didn't have a great turnout that Drew decided to take action. Within 5 minutes, after sending the first What's up, the anonymous profile replied with photos of an 8 inch dick, circumsised and a bare ass being shown on a twin bed. Faceless, of course though that didn't change Drew's interest in the slightest. Drew only replied Hot, but I need face pics. Drew was about to start walking home since he was already drenched and there had been no reply for at least 10 minutes. A disappearing photo was sent and a text after that pleaded him to keep it between them since he really wants to be discreet. Drew smiled as he saw the photo of the priest, a bit unshaven than usual and in a tanktop, sitting on the bed. In his natural habitat. Rather than going straight for him, Drew started to make light conversations with him, trying to get to know him. His name was John and using Grindr was his only escape that he felt was his biggest sin. He was about 32 and was recently anointed. He came from a rural town in Saskatchewan and couldn't give up the opportunity to move to the big city. At every reply, John would always remind Drew how he was discreet and that if they met, they would just fool around, nothing more. At this point Drew reasoned that they both have gotten to know each other so well, why not cherish it? It would be their little secret. After all, Drew retorted, isn't it commanded for one to love thy neighbour? It took about a month of frequent back and forth messages and midnight texts for John to finally suggest that they meet. He suggested a budget rundown hotel that was a few blocks away but Drew protested by getting a suite at the downtown Sheraton instead. They finally met in the lobby one Tuesday afternoon, with neither of them saying a word before making their way into the elevators. With just the two of them, Drew broke the silence. "Nice to finally meet you" "Likewise" "You're very good looking" "Thank you. I'm surprised that you turn out better than I had expected too." "Haha, I get that often. Is this your first time?" "No, but it is the first time I got to actually know someone before engaging in sodomy." "People still use that word huh? We never got to discuss, do you prefer giving or receiving?" "Both" "Condoms, or.." "Condoms. Always" "Okay then." Once they got into the room, John closed the curtains and started to undress himself. Drew convinced him to take it slow since they're not in a rush. "Have you had your ass licked?" Drew's question startled John but he was intrigued. "No, never, do people do that?" Oh how inexperience this believer of Christ was to Drew. He could only move his hand to John's face before embracing him and whispering him, telling John to just relax and let himself be guided by his hands. They were both now naked and John had his back flipped onto the bed. With his firm arms, Drew gripped John's lower back to secure his head onto his ass, diving into him as an opening act. John's eyes rolled to the ceiling and the moans began. "You like this?" "Oh yes, it is, forgive me Lord for enjoying this transgression" Drew was turned on by John's words. He started to knead his ass, pinching it and bringing his fingers closer to John who was now flat on the bed, hips tilted upwards, pushing his whole ass for Drew to further devour. In a split second, Drew pulled out the urn pendant he was wearing, unscrewing it and pouring its content on his index finger. A bump to ease John a bit. With no warning, Drew's finger probed into John and with a slight shock of "Oh", he started to pant. His finger turned clockwise and anticlockwise before going deeper, activating the T in John. "Dear Lord..." John now started to feel different. Insatiable and had never had his ass felt like this, even after the times he had bottomed. If this was just a finger, he thought, Drew's cock would be 7th Heaven. "How do you feel, father?" "Truly amazing, it's a kind of joy I never knew existed..." Drew continued to work on John's ass to get him spun just on the right level. As always, Drew prefers to have his bottoms tied and helpless. Ropes were taken out from under the bed and John's limb was now tied from the bottom, forming an X. John didn't even realize he was now immobile. "I know we've talked for a while now Father John but I believe we haven't been properly acquainted" John was still panting and lost in the cloud. He could only muster a look of desperation toward Drew when he tried to look above, who right in front of him, cock fully erected pointing to his nose. His face now being cradles by Drew, John inhaled the piece of pipe that Drew fed him, exchanging the smoke as they kissed for the first time. "Do you think you deserve to be punished for this transgression that you are committing?" "Yes, I have sinned and I need to repent." "Good. It is required that you atone for your sins. Let's begin.." Still tied, Drew revealed a duffle bag of BDSM paraphernalia. A leather head gear was put on and so was a spiked collar attached onto John who was only able to release heavy breathes now. 3 different types of whip were put by the side table, with 3 different paddles. There were also 5 different steel buttplugs. To begin, Drew dipped the first buttplug in the shards he had earlier and easily plunged it into John, who let out a moan. "Good boy, father. You're starting to learn your lesson.." As Drew held the first whip, alternating it with the paddle, he interrogated John on his beliefs, and attempted to break his faith. "You enjoy this, don't you father? Is it really a punishment if you enjoy this? What is sin if there is no regret? You'll only come back after this, won't you?" John couldn't give a coherent answer, he could only repeat "Forgive me please, Lord I beg you in this pleasure I'm in. I owe it to you to put me out of this grave sin that is lust and guide me to never return, please" "Do you mean that, father john? You're trying to regret this joy you're feeling but how sure are you that you won't transgress again? How strong is your will?" All through out this period, Drew was flogging John, slapped with paddles after, sending John to a mix emotion of pain, pleasure but little shame. With the T, John was clearly eager to further transgress. The words that came out from his mouth were just his defense mechanism. With the 2nd level of toys, Drew continued to debate with John, questioning his need to hide his desire and being committed to a faith that would never embrace him fully. "Don't you see, you will never achieve the peace you seek, or the blessing you have lead to believe from the God you foolishly dedicate to, none of those church goers would accept you in the state you're in now" John, again, could only respond that "God is forgiving and so are his followers. Humans aren't perfect and it is through redemption do we achieve clarity" Even tweaked as he was, John was a strong believer. Drew knew that it would take more than a day to convince John to abandon his faith. At the 3rd and final level of toys, the pain that John felt had reached a plateau. His back, though scarred and marked from the flogs, were numb. The plug that he had on was also as big as his fist. His high though, never subsided. In a slur, he asked "Am I forgiven? Have I been punished? My faith in you is unbroken Lord" "You were never punished, John. You were experiencing pure lust, whether you want to admit or not. Your Lord isn't here, and though you claim your faith to be broken, you have clearly went astray with your actions. Look at yourself and tell me, would the Lord accept what you have done? The pleasure you have faced? That guilt you feel isn't genuine and you know it.." John was silent. No repetitions could convince him that what Drew said was right. The high, and the brand new sensation he felt was undeniable. Drew, in a way, was right but he still couldn't admit it to himself. "Don't think too much about it Father, just enjoy this and ask yourself after if you are satisfied with your current beliefs and your current role, or if you seek more and hope to find a better faith, a truer one. One that accepts you in this state. I guarantee you that you will never be alone for we are a group of men that is fully devoted to Him, the true deity that will reward us not in the afterlife, but in the present." John kept quiet and just nodded, all before Drew pulled the plug out of him, releasing screams of ecstasy. Still tied, Drew quickly mount himself onto John and started to line his cock onto John's back. "You don't have to commit to anything now, but I'm going to let you see a part of the faith I believe in father, and I'll let you ponder on it. After this, you know you will return for more.. I can sense it.." "Please just put it in me now, I need to feel it Drew. Let me feel you in me and let me enjoy this moment. I need it." "You have no shame in what is going to happen? No regrets in having me impale you at this moment? You are aware that you are embracing this?" "Yes. God, please. Put yourself in me, I can't hold it any longer. Every nerves in me craves for you immediately. Just do it." By now, Drew was teasing John in ways that exceeded Victor. With the way he had stroked John's back and purring into his ear as he brushed John's preppy altar boy hair, John was insatiable. The sweat he had formed soaked the queen size bed that was stuck to his body. His nonstop pleading only made Drew harder and enticed him to continue his tease. As Drew's cock started to build precum, he knew that it was time. In a single motion, his cock went straight into John with little resistance. He was still tight and his ass could still grip Drew's cock, but the contraction was weaker after all those buttplugs. Drew had to put in more effort which didn't bother him in the slightest. The thrust that Drew made, piston-like and quick, caused creaks in the bed that muffled John's moan. The sheets began to pull itself, and the only movement John could make was to arch his back higher, giving Drew a path into his 2nd hole. Now, John had reached an even higher level of pleasure. The ecstasy he thought he had first felt was amplified. Not wasting the moment, Drew quickly shotgun John and loosened the ropes, releasing his limbs. John, with lust overtaking every part of his consciousness, could now arch himself higher, before he turned himself to face Drew, leading them into missionary style. John's legs locked onto Drew and he forcefully gyrated himself onto him, rocking his hips as he moaned in his new found lust. Drew could only get himself close to John and embrace him in a deep kiss, wiping the sweat on his forehead, licking his ears and telling him that he should not feel ashamed. They were in this position for about 10 minutes and neither of them were feeling exhausted. Drew started to carry John and placed him on the dresser, where they continued fucking, now with full view from the mirror. During this moment of fuck, Drew questioned John again.. "You know there's no condoms right? How do you feel about that?" "I don't care anymore. Just continue what you are doing so we can make the most of it." "Fair enough. You don't mind that my unsheathed phallus is inside of you? Have you no worries what misfortune I could bring?" Drew now started to talk in a way that seemed as if he was mocking John, given that John refrained from using foul words. "There has not been any misfortune since you laid eyes on me. I accept your shaft in me with full confidence as I know that anything that happens hereafter is worth the communion that we are sharing." "I presume that at this moment, you fully accept myself into you? Despite my seed being potent to your destruction? Positive seed that will transform your life from here onwards?" "I accept your seed, regardless of what it is. Any ordeals I faced, I know will be eased if accompanied by you. Embrace me please." "Very well, that's what I like to hear. Any time now father, you will receive my seed. Your insides have already been coated well enough from my precum seed." In a few thrusts, Drew finally let out a moan for the first time that afternoon, deep inside John he was still, with the only movement being his cock pulsing for a good 30 seconds, filling John with what he was begging for. The fullness that John felt was as if a puzzle had been solved. Even without reaching climax, it was in this state of pure bliss was John now complete. Any climax was secondary to the state he was in. Both men were still panting, feeling the comedown from the T, drenched in each others sweat. Both fondled with each other's arm pits, and didn't stop to kiss and exchanged spits. John willingly tasted Drew's cum from his finger and swapped some when they made out. Almost 6 hours had passed and as they lied on the bed, starring above, Drew asked again... "Is your faith still intact?" John could only look up to Drew, reaching his hand to scoop the cum from the side of his lips and cherished it, before shrugging and thinking to himself.. "Maybe..." Even with no words, Drew knew that his plan had somehow succeeded. His body was in heat when he spooned John throughout the evening. The heat was comforting, similar to a glow that gave Drew a boost of confidence. With Drew's arms around him, John strangely didn't feel the same kind of worry he would have when he had these encounters. It was his first time staying longer, not leaving as hastily as he would. The shame or regret he felt a few hours ago were absent. It was as if he was now enlightened in some way. No longer did he feel lost or doubtful of his beliefs. Where is his faith now directed to, he wondered as the T started to fade. Both men spent the night together, with Drew leaving right after midnight. In his sleep, John dreamt that he was stuck in a labyrinth, nude and wondering the walls with only a torch. The dream was different from other dreams as he could feel the physical sensation. He was lost within the corridors and turns he had to make, hearing a chant that soothed him. It was hypnotic and got closer to him as it was louder. The torch then died and in a flash, he was facing a minotaur whose grandeur was twice of him. Half man half bull, it approached John and lifted him, starring into him as it opened its mouth, tongue now swirling into his mouth as his eyes flashed white. "Will you submit to me now, John? Accept that you have found your true calling?" John could only scream as a bright glow was now being released from both entities. In a jolt, he was awake from his sleep and was now breathing heavily. A tall shadow, facing his bed with horns appeared momentarily before disappearing. He wondered where Drew went. The only thing he left on the side table was a note that stated his number and address in cursive. The note ended: "If you still have any doubts with your faith, I am always here to guide you John."

Hmm, just an idea- what if you used the wrist glow stick of sexual choice, and before snapping it on the wrist you punctured thru a condom and then put it on your wrist-- the busted rubber ought to be easy enough to spot or in a much darker setting, felt as hands fumble and explore

"Very much so!" MJ said, squeezing Matt's thigh. "Having seen our dad's scorpion tats we knew it meant they're viral and it didn't take much discussion for TJ and me to agree that we'd give our cherries to the cocks that made us and since we share a birthday, yesterday was the perfect time. After a blood exchange and toothbrushing our holes, our dads made viral love to us multiple times until we collapsed from blissful exhaustion. If I'm not being too forward, after we recover from our viral flu, we'd like to have some fun with Sam and you!" Running his fingers through Sam's hair, Reggie said, "After his visit here, yesterday, Sam said he found the 4 of you fuckin sexy and I couldn't agree more. Because you 2 young men have been so open and honest, I feel I owe you the same. Until this moment, I've only shared this with Sam but I hope telling the 4 of you will bring us closer. To use your dad's term, I knew I was QUEER at an early age. My sperm donor walked out when I was 3 and I was raised by a single mother. I came out to her at 16 and though she accepted me, she wasn't happy. I became active at 17 and at 18 I met a guy who owned a porn theater. He called me a triple threat, hot mouth, tight ass and big cock. I'd prance around the theater in a skimpy jock, not turning tricks just giving the guys what they wanted to keep them coming back for more. One night, the football coach from my old high school came in and I fucked him. He wound up becoming my 'open' boyfriend and he got me a job in a sporting goods store. I had a regular fuckbud who liked to parTy and I learned to do only as much as I can handle. He introduced me to his dealer, Carlos, half Cuban, half Dominican, a total stud. I became more interested in him than his product and I flirted with him. One warm day, he was dressed in shorts and a tanktop, commando. Assuring him that I wamted him and not a discount, I pulled his shorts down, got myself naked and lowered myself down on his fat, uncut cock. Not satisfied with one load, I kept riding his cock until he was spent. A month later, I moved in with him in an open relationship. Though both of us were incapable of monogamy, we fell in love. Carlos didn't want to get me in any legal trouble, so his business was kept away from me. until he became seriously ill and then he knew he wanted me to have it, so he taught me everything I know. I became quite ill with the viral flu and Carlos insisted I share my virus with him. When his illness caused his body to fail, I took care of him right until his final moments and he died knowing I was in love with him. After losing Carlos, I didn't want to open my heart again, so I embraced my slutty side just fucking around. Matt and Ty showed me the joy of 2 QUEER men in love and I began to see the possibilities of a happy, open relationship. Sam came into my life and made himself a place in my heart and here we are in this magic house." Choking back tears, Matt said, "I speak for myself and Ty when I say that we always thought of you as a sweet, sexy man, but you're right when you say this brings us closer together. Reggie, you're amazing and we're lucky to have you in our lives. Do you really like this house? Earlier today, Ty and I made a decision to build a new house for the 4 of us and sell our houses. I'd like to see this house go to a man who loves it as much as we do and I think you could be happy here. Of course, I'll give you a fair offer. Would you be interested?" "Interested would be an understatement!" Reggie declared. "This house has strong love vibes, not to mention piggy vibes. If these walls could talk and with the cams, they can, there are some hot stories to tell. Because you guys mean so much to me, I'd gladly pay market value plus 10%, for the history alone!" To be continued

I've worn the mantle of cumslut on many occasions. Often I've felt like an impostor, but other times I feel I've earned every single load. Some guys look down on me because they know I've taken or still take anonymous loads. Some guys look up to me for the same reason. I've had tops hit me up on the apps because I was a cumdump and I've had guys politely (or sometimes NOT politely) decline when I hit them up. So, I guess it depends on the guy. I WILL say, though, that some guys who pull all the "Take it, you whore" type talk. Sometimes, I'll allow it just to get that nut. Other times, I've actually laughed out loud and kicked them out. I'm not sub enough for that.

I like shaving. I have wondered what it would be like to get spun and have a bud shave my cock around to my ass. I know i get a bit on the sensitive side and most any touches seem to be amplified but i wonder what that would be like. the first time i got spun i was clawing at the sheets to get more up my ass. I really wanted ripped. I can only Imagin what i would do when a guy has a razor between my legs

Part 5 I froze for just a few seconds. It was finally out. He had said it clearly. I was confused. I had been extremely attracted to this guy for years, he had gotten me super horny, and awakened something in me. I just answered -“Yes, Sir! I want your poz dick inside me!” There we were. -“Good boy” he just said. -“I’ll leave you with this”, he added, sending me a link to a video on a site I didn’t know yet: [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/27218/pozitive/ I clicked on the link and there it was. The fantasy I had never known I had being played right before my eyes. A beefy and hairy top, verbal domination with a deep voice. And the strong will to share his DNA with that lucky bottom. I watched it maybe fifty times, constantly sniffing poppers, and jerking frantically until my dick hurt. That video was an illumination for me. It turned me on so much but I was still scared of following that new instinct. In the following weeks, I not only kept coming back to the video, but I also started looking for more videos like this one. “Poz”, “pozzing”, “toxic”, “verbal”, etc. All the key words I could think about. I would spend hours searching and created quite an impressive collection. I had no idea the Internet was so full of those. I even skipped hitting the bathhouse a few times because I preferred looking for poz videos instead. I kept hooking up a lot, but I knew there was something missing. I started avoiding guys who displayed “Neg+PrEp”. I would even completely avoid the conversation on status, afraid they would tell me they were on PrEp. I was fine just not knowing at this point. I also kept hitting all the sleaziest places I could find. My guy from the West Coast was also encouraging me by sharing all the pozzing videos he could and telling that it would be “how he would take care of me”. Fast forward a few years. While on another trip in Paris, I found a bar called “Le Next” in the 1st arrondissement, a place with a pretty big darkroom in the basement. I had been on a European tour for two weeks, jumping from planes to meetings with no time to breathe at all. I had displayed my very serious and professional self for the entire time. I don’t think that by just looking at me, talking to me or even knowing me in every day life anyone could really understand how much of a twisted pig I could become. Paris was the last leg of my trip and I had finally wrapped up my last meeting. It was Friday and I was only flying out on Sunday. I ditched my colleagues before dinner with a clear purpose in mind. I wanted to get bred that night. I arrived at the bar around 11pm. Looking at me in a somewhat puzzled way, the receptionist proceeded to inform me it was an LGBT space and that I was to expect some sexual action. Did I look that innocent? I told him was ready for that - oh boy, was I.

CH. 2 "Nico is a Cheating Whore" *** Omar tightened his embrace around Nico as they laid on the sofa together in the living room of Omar's apartment. "You know how much I love you, right?," Omar asked softly. "Of course, babe," Nico replied, clasping his hands more tightly around his boyfriend's muscled biceps. Nico closed his eyes as Omar's warmth enveloped him. Nico felt Omar's load soaking into his sore hole as they both lay together naked in their post-sex haze. There was a special kind of sting to the feeling of a man's cum soaking into his roughed-up hole that Nico just adored. He held tightly to Omar's arms. "Omar, I'm so glad I found you." "Me, too, babe." Omar planted a kiss on Nico's cheek, lingering just a beat longer than usual before pulling his lips away. It was such a sweet salve to Omar's aggressive sexual hunger that he could be so attentive and endearing in this way. The two continued laying there until Omar's phone lit up. He picked it up from the coffee table. "Luciano says they're getting ready to leave," Omar said, squinting at the brightness of the screen. Nico sat up. "Okay. I'll go shower." "Alright, but no aborting my offspring in there. I'm not done with you tonight." Nico laughed, shaking his head in feigned disapproval. "Of course not, daddy." Nico clenched his hole a little tighter just to be sure Omar's load stayed inside him as he stood up from the couch and headed to the bathroom. Omar's older step-brother Luciano was coming with his wife Elena to meet Nico for the first time. Months of Omar's endless bragging to Luciano made the occasion feel well overdue even though their relationship was still only six months old. Omar had been looking forward to having his step-brother finally meet Nico. Omar got up, headed into the kitchen, and lit the stove. * * * "You almost done in there?" Omar shouted through the open bathroom door. "Luciano just texted. They're looking for parking right now." Nico shut off the shower and stepped out, hearing the urgency in Omar's voice without actually being able to make out his words over the sound of the bathroom fan. His eyes darted around the bathroom. "Where are your clean towels?," Nico belted. "Shit," Omar muttered to himself, then shouted in reply, "We just used the last clean one after I fucked you." "Well, can you at least hand me that one? All of your cum ended up inside me anyway." "Okay, babe. One second. I need to turn down the stove before the food burns." Omar bolted over to the kitchen just as the sound of footsteps gathered outside the apartment door. The doorbell rang. Omar dashed over to his bedroom, grabbed the towel, and hustled it over to Nico. Omar turned around to open the front door, leaving the bathroom door ajar in his wake. "Hey, Omar!!," Luciano nearly shouted. "Lucho!," Omar replied, cracking a large smile. Lucho was Omar's nickname for his eldest and only step-brother Luciano. Luciano threw his arms open and wrapped them around Omar's broad shoulders. "Come on in, you two!," Omar glowed, as he patted Luciano in return and gave his wife Elena a kiss on the cheek, asking, ¿Elena, cómo estás? "How's my little brother?," Luciano asked, smiling widely as the two entered and removed their coats. Nico, meanwhile, found himself in a bit of a bind. He was stranded on the opposite side of the apartment from where he left his clothes at the foot of Omar's bed. He stood dripping in nothing but a post-sex towel behind a half-closed bathroom door with his boyfriend's family standing between Nico's clothes and his naked body. He decided to hang tight behind the door until he could get Omar's attention. "Let me go grab you guys a drink," Omar offered as he headed back into the kitchen, barely hearing whatever it was that Elena started saying to Luciano. "I'm going to run to the restroom real quick," said Luciano. Nico panicked as the door swung open, but Luciano's eyes were glued to his phone screen as he walked in and closed the door behind him. "Oh, sorry!," Nico blurted, not knowing what to say in such a situation. "Oh shit! You scared me," Luciano responded as he quickly looked up and thrust his phone quickly into his pocket. "I'm so sorry! I was just showering before you all arrived and didn't realize that I had left my clothes on the other side of the apartment until you came in." "Well, this is an awkward way to meet!," Luciano laughed as he unbuttoned his pants and turned around to face the toilet. "So I take it you're this Nico I've been hearing so much about?" Nico could hardly believe Luciano was striking up a conversation as he was about to take a piss with Nico just behind him. The sound of Luciano's piss plunging into the toilet gave Nico the impression that Luciano was draining a mighty cock, but with Luciano's back to Nico, the goods were out of sight. "Excuse me for just one minute," Luciano said, putting his member away and zipping up his pants. Nico found it curious that Luciano would excuse himself so late in the process. "Sorry, I'm being rude. I'm Luciano. It's so good to finally meet you." He extended Nico the same hand that he had just used to shake his cock dry. Nico, more steadily than seemed suited to his state of astonishment, extended his hand in return, hoping some remnant of the scent of Luciano's manhood might rub off. "I'm Nico." They shook. Nico balled up his hand as he withdrew it. Nico's cock began to stir under his towel. He wondered if Omar knew Luciano was meeting Nico like this. "I was trying to avoid walking out there looking like this when I heard you all arrive," Nico offered. "I forgot my clothes in Omar's room, so I was stranded in here." "You sure you want to change? What, this outfit doesn't suit you?" Luciano winked and gave Nico a slap on the shoulder before turning to the sink to wash his hands. "I'm just messin' with you! Hey, I'll go grab you your clothes and bring 'em over." Nico felt anxious. How was Luciano so relaxed like this? What would Luciano's wife think when she saw Nico step out of the bathroom after her husband? Nico closed the door behind Luciano and immediately unballed his fist. He lifted his opened palm up to his nose and inhaled slowly. Nico's cock began to stir under the towel as his nipples hardened. The thought of having Omar's step-brother's cock smell on his hand was making his heart pound and his thrashed hole pucker. Luciano returned with the clothes and knocked on the door. Nico cracked the door open expecting to be handed his clothes only for Luciano to push his way in, closing the door behind him. Is this just how things go with this guy?, Nico thought. An excitement stirred in Nico's belly as he wondered whether Luciano was merely playing naive. Nico took a second look at Luciano's figure. He looked to be a couple inches taller than Omar, and while his shoulders and upper back were not nearly as developed as his younger step-brother's, Luciano's pecs could leave an Olympic athlete jealous. Luciano's nipples pressed through the fabric of his shirt. "Thank you," Nico said, smiling for the first time since their bathroom exchange began. The way Luciano was standing looked as though he was settling in, rather than just dropping the clothes off. "You know that I can smell my little brother's cum inside your pussy, right?," Luciano said. Nico's heart skipped a bit. The mouth on this guy, he thought. Luciano walked right up to Nico's face and leaned into one ear, suddenly dropping his gregarious affect: "Now why are you trying so hard to make me cheat on my wife, boy?" Nico felt anxious and aroused in equal measure. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Omar, but the more he thought about the succession of boundaries that Luciano, the bolder Nico felt about taking the risk. Luciano lifted his thumb and index finger to his lips and wet them with his tongue all the while never breaking eye contact with Nico. Luciano reached over and gently pinched the very tip of Nico's left nipple, clenching it between his fingers with the kind of precision of a chef applying the finest detail to an exquisite feast. Nico exhaled deeply. His hyper-sensitive nipples made his inner whore rage with lust. His heart was pounding. The whole situation felt so wrong, and yet he longed for it. Craved it. Applying a subtle pressure, Luciano twisted his fingers around Nico's nipple, somehow never once brushing his areolae. The skill it demonstrated was so apparent that Nico imagined a long and storied sexual history stood behind it. This wasn't just play: it was craft. Holy fuck, he thought, as if gazing into an abyss that he barely understood. Nico's cocked throbbed, lifting open the towel. "Looks like my little brother's new boy understands what's about to happen," Luciano said, a little louder than seemed prudent. His expressions were more serious now. That charismatic smile that had been beaming at Nico in the mirror earlier had now given way to an unsettlingly intense focus. Nico's sore hole pulsed. His ass crack started to feel slick, and those two tiny points of contact on his nipple left his body feeling electrified. He needed to feel a man's raw cock sliding inside him fast. "Won't they hear us?," Nico whispered. His erect cock head came into contact with Luciano's left thigh, just above his knee. The texture of his jeans against Nico's cock head felt momentarily divine. "Of course they will," Luciano whispered back. The butterflies in Nico's stomach were almost overwhelming. His nervous system was lit up like a carnival at night. Nico was in heat, and his hole -- cum-slick from Omar's cock onslaught earlier -- wanted to swallow whatever beast was lurking in Luciano's pants. Nico reached down and unbuttoned Luciano, revealing a dark bush of spiraling black hair and the thick veiny base of Luciano's dick shaft. No underwear, Nico thought as he considered whether this meant Luciano had arrived for tonight prepared to devour something more than just dinner. Nico gently pulled down at the base of the open fly, cupped his right hand, and slid it smoothly underneath the back side of Luciano's warm ball sack. With deliberateness and care, Nico lifted Luciano's snaking, eight-inch, uncut python of a cock and his bulging ball sack out of their denim confines. Luciano was engorged but not yet fully hard. A sticky swell of precum was dripping from the opening in his foreskin. Nico removed his hand from behind Luciano's nuts and reached back behind himself, lifting his hips on the right side to let him reach his hole. Luciano watched Nico's near-useless towel drop away, revealing a pair of cum gutters as defined as Luciano's surging pecs. Nico pressed his index and middle finger into his hole, parting his pussy lips. He swirled his two fingers around in his cum-soaked anal cavity. Omar's seed felt runny and almost hot as some of it began to trickle out of Nico's hole and down into his cupped palm. Careful not to let any more cum out than he could keep in his hand, Nico carefully pulled his fingers out of his hole, and gently carried his cupped hand with a small lake of Omar's DNA around to Luciano's rising manhood. Nico turned his hand over slowly, drizzling Omar's cum up and down the length of Luciano's dick shaft. Nico's left hand spread the liquid cum-glazing evenly over all sides of Luciano's now fully erect meat club as the smell of semen filled the bathroom. The expression on Luciano's face looked like an admixture of shock, anger, and fascination. "My little brother found himself quite the little piggy this time," said Luciano. Nico's ears perked up at the "this time." "You want to fuck your brother's cum back into me?," Nico offered almost matter-of-factly as he turned around and arched his lower back, presenting his pale, gravity-defying meat bubbles to Luciano's voracious gaze. With nothing but his cum-shiny manhood exposed, Luciano moved in on Nico's fully naked body. Luciano's fully engorged cock head, which reeked of Omar's sperm, was now peaking out from his foreskin. He pressed his cock head against Nico's slippery, moist hole. Luciano's head easily parted Nico's cum-fragrant outer hole. Luciano slowly tucked his pelvis to press his veiny 8-incher deeper into Nico's silky warm insides, bending his knees to get himself fully underneath the little slut's fuckchute. Nico gasped briefly as felt the pressure of Luciano's raw cock against Nico's ass walls steadily get more intense. On top of the sheer force of this new raw dick penetrating him, Nico's hole still felt tender from the ravaging he'd received from Omar. "You neg, cutie?," Luciano asked sweetly. "Yes," Nico replied, trying to keep his focus on the intense pressure Luciano's cock was creating as he pushed into Nico still deeper until finally bottoming out inside Nico. Nico let out a brief moan that was louder than intended. "You on prep then?," Luciano continued. "No," Nico replied, trying to control his breathing as Luciano started pressing a little harder against the back of Nico's rectum, sending increasingly intense shockwaves through his tightly closed second hole. "Good boy," Luciano whispered approvingly, as he began churning his step-brother's DNA inside Nico's chute. "Ow, fuck," Nico muttered as he tried relaxing his tender hole, wondering when it would adjust to the punishingly large raw dick in him. A small amount of cum trickled out of Nico and down Luciano's dick shaft. Luciano felt the trickle of his step-brother's cum trickling down his nuts as it turned cool. "There's nothing I love more than sliding my cock into a fuckchute that my little brother has already nutted in. Fuck that's a wet hole." Luciano pulled out and slammed his cock into Nico's sore rectum, demanding that his still-hesitant second hole yield to the full length of his fuck tool. "Aaaaah!," Nico let out as he felt Luciano's cock ply his second hole fully open. Concerns about keeping quiet suddenly became just a memory. Luciano pulled Nico's hips forcefully onto him, holding that second hole open for a moment as he tried to hold back his inevitable orgasm. "Holy fuck!," Luciano grunted as his nuts began pulsing and his sperm was sent flooding deep into Nico's guts. Luciano shuddered, his eyes tightly shut, as he continued unloading in Nico's used pussy, which was now fully slathered in a mix of family cum. Nico felt a deep, guttural excitement as he thought about how slutty he had been to let Omar's 41 year-old step-brother fuck an unprotected load into Nico's pre-loaded hole while Nico's jealous, protective boyfriend Omar was made to listen to it all in his own apartment. Luciano's orgasm reached its end. Nico felt thoroughly full, even as Luciano slowly began withdrawing his raw monster from the young jock's cum-soaked insides. God, it hurts even as he pulls out, Nico thought, though still he somehow relished the sting he felt as Luciano's cock easily slid past the fleshy walls of Nico's silky rectal cavity. "God," Luciano's interjection broke the post-sex quiet that suddenly made the whir of the bathroom fan more pronounced. "It's going to be fun putting you in the stable at this year's family reunion," Luciano said as he caught his breath. Nico felt his stomach flip. "Family reunion?"

I'm selfish top, I don't like my sub playing with his cock when he should be concentrating on pleasing my cock - usually up his asshole but also in his mouth. when he's milked my balls and I have no further use for him - the he can masturbate.

Nothing wrong at all. I’m neg and have been on prep for 8 years. Because of prep I don’t worry about status, but it still feels a bit “wrong” and [banned word] when fucking with a poz guy. If you don’t want to become poz you should get on prep. And or stick to only undetectable guys.

Then two will not be enough. My ex took from monogamy to threesomes to organising my sex life, watching, videoing, and really getting off on watching other guys fuck and breed me. Mind you, the more it happened the more I loved it