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This happened last year, I was 21, but was the one time I realized how much of a cumdump I am. I was invited to my first orgy and decided to wear a jockstrap. I got there, there were around 11 people chatting and drinking and I meet everyone. I start talking to a guy, we kiss and I started undressing. It was the starting point. Everyone started kissing and undressing. Another guy joined us and soon I was on my knees sucking their cocks. As soon as I take my shorts off, I just see everyone turns their heads to take a look at my ass. First guy started fucking me (with a condom), then passed me to another guy (around 40 years old). He put it in me bare and started pouding me. Then he moved, got in front of me and I started sucking his cock while another guy started to fuck me. I took turns sucking other guy’s cock while getting fucked. Shortly after I took a little break. It was short. While I was coming back from the kitchen to get some water, two guys (one around 22, the other around 28) stopped me. The older one hold me while the younger penetrated me. He had a perfect cock (no condom). It was one of the best fuck sessions ever. Everyone wanted to fuck me, a good part of them bred my hole. I got around 5 loads. They were anonymous to me as I had no idea who would. I got some of their numbers and still have contact and fuck sessions with some of them. It was that night I realized I would never have a condom in my ass again.

Once he’d gone I checked the messages on my app. There was one from a fit scally lad in trackies. He sent a picture showing him with one hand lifting his top to reveal his perfect six pack and another with his hand down his trackies playing with his cock. I messages saying “please use me sir, I need a real man like you!”. He replied saying “too right I’m a real man, which means I don’t use condoms – but you need me so you’ll take it right?”. I replied “too right I will and gave him the address”. 10 mins later he walked in and I kissed the bulge through his trackies. He pulled me up and kissed me passionately then told me to bend over, pulled the trackies down and plunged his cock straight into me cum lubed hole deep. I gasped because he’s so big and he laughed and said “yeh, this is for me – take my dick”. He stopped pumping and handed me my poppers with his cock still balls deep in me and I took a deep couple of sniffs. Then he started pumping hard again and this time I relaxed into it and begged him for his manly cum and his DNA inside me. I pleaded “please sir, will you cum in me?” He growled and said “course I will, I’m a real man, here it comes bottom boi”. Then he slammed his dick in hard and I could feel it swell then spurt. The feeling of such an alpha blasting his load in me made me cum too. He said “good boy”. After firing more ropes of cum into me he pulled his trackies up and headed for the door. I whimpered “sir, are you…. poz?”. He laughed and said “don’t know, don’t care – raw is law – I’m a scally bareback king – you guys take me whatever – enjoy my cum and relax”. And that is what I did. I put a butt plug in to make sure this most manly of loads stayed inside me.

I'm a suffering cumdump at the minute. I might have overdone it while I was in London at the beginning of the month so am having to be a good boy waiting for sti tests and results and it's killing me not to be used right now. I was only there for 3 days but managed to get fucked by about 30 guys and I dunno how many loads, I lost count after like 15 cos drunk, poppers, crowded, dark etc. The entire weekend was just going from hookup to hookup, spending some time in a sauna, then heading to the next hookup so my guts could be constantly full of cum. Friday started off well with a Grindr hookup and huge BBC who just quietly railed me while he was supposed to be working from home, I honestly surprise myself that I can just let a 9" cock like that just slide into my insides with only my spit as lube. He came gallons too so I ended up stumbling from his flat to another hookup round the corner and then to the Covent Garden Health Spa sauna. It was decent enough but kinda dead so I just sucked off the three older guys that were there and had a relax. On the way home I organised another two hookups but they went silent on me. On the Saturday I had a Grindr meet with a guy round the corner from where I was staying, he was a total catfish but I still let him fuck me and give me my first load of the day. Then I went round Hampstead Heath as I'd never been before so scouted around and ended up sucking a few lads off, then hooking up with a hot as fuck dom breeder guy with a huge cock, he fucked me in the bushes and it was amazing, we could hear people chatting like metres away and here was this dom slamming into me and whispering filth in my ear before unloading in me. I put a vid up on my Twitter if anyone wants to see. After him I went to check out Pleasuredome and while it was alright the facilities were a bit shit, like no sling, no group room, no bondage equipment etc, just boring. I still got fucked by like 10 guys in there which was ace although one of them didn't cum as I think he was HnH. Got a really nice mix of races inside me which is something I think is cool about London. I then went out with some mates for drinks (I don't think they knew how full of spunk I must have been at this point) and after we called it a night I headed back to Hampstead Heath to experience it in the dark. Wow, what an experience it was. It was like the ultimate dark room, just hands on me or around me, guys trying to grab my dick and me redirecting their hands to my ass to show them what I wanted... Yeah I lost count of how many guys fucked and bred me there but it was great to feel nothing except a guy's grunts as he unloaded and then feel his cock slowly fall out of me, only for another guy to get his hands on my hips and slide in there. I was only there for a few hours but it was great even if a bit tough on the knees. On the way back I finally got to meet a poz master I'd been messaging all weekend, he wouldn't fuck me unless I was already loaded and so I stumbled to his, and offered up my now leaking ass to his BBC. It felt amazing, feeling that big thick cock slide into me and push all those anon loads deeper inside me, he was nicely verbal as he shot his load too. Perfect end to the night as I went to bed full of stranger's cum. Sunday was my last day and I basically just went to a few hookups around Angel area, got a few student lads breeding me which was nice but I wasn't really trying as I was worn out from the day before. Honestly though, I feel like I should feel some kind of shame for letting so many people use my body and fill me up but I can't wait to do it again! I'm thinking I need to organise something easier for next time, like just getting tied up on a bed somewhere and having a dom invite guys round to fuck me, message me if you'd be interested in helping with that!

Today, I finally got the chance to get to Club Orlando, I was the first one there. and I spent 6 hrs playing. I made the decision to bareback with anyone that wanted my hole and let them cum in my ass or mouth. I gave an oral load to a mature man, who sucked cock like his life depended on it. he fingered me while I unloaded into his hungry mouth. Over the next couple of hours, the place got busier, I was able to meet a thick cocked blue eyed daddy, who then hate fucked me in a stall with his 7” uncut white cock, we then came out and he fucked me in front of everyone, the room got too busy and we stopped and went our separate ways. I then met another mature man, while walking past his room, he motioned me to come in and I did, we proceeded to kiss, huff on poppers and then sucked each other’s cocks, he face fucked me brutally, called me all sorts of nasty names and then blew a huge load down my throat. I was hooked on the thrill, I left his room and then walked more, I found, G, who motioned me in. He wasted no time with me, we kissed, and then in no time his 6.5” cock was deep in my hole, he was loving it. Fucking me like a man crazed, I lay on my stomach and sniffed poppers while he raped my hole. He slapped my ass and choked me from behind while he fucked me, he then sped up and bred me deep, but it did not stop there, he kept on fucking and made me beg for his load and then he cum again. He slammed deep into my ass and held it there. I left and showered up, then went to the man cave, this 30 something year old guy with hairy pitts and light chest hair followed me into a booth, I sucked him hard for a few mins then turned around and had him enter my cummy hole, he held my hips and fucked me so deep it was almost painful, he held the poppers to my nose and made me take several hits. I get my head spinning as he assaulted my hole. I felt cool air and the door opened and there was another man jerking and looking in. My buddy sped up and asked where I wanted his load, and I replied inside my ass. He sped up and then stated pulsating in my raw hole, then stopped completely and pulled out, I spun around and sucked and licked his iron tasting cock off. The next guy at the door sees this and enters the room, and slides into my hole, he then pushes my head to the now cum covered floor while he took my hole, I noticed that there was cum that escaped from my hole when the other guy pulled out, so I used my fingers to pick the cum up and taste every drop. The guy fucking me saw this and was getting close he then pulled out and began shooting all over my hole about 5 big shots. He then used his finger to collect his spent cum and finger it into my hole. I picked my self up and went over to the shower area. Made a few friends and then went to the dark room, I met my friend “g” again and he fucked me like a rabbit and blew his 3rd load into my hole. I then sat down and had another guy suck my cock while I huffed poppers. I then bent him over and fucked his ass bare also. I pulled out of his ass and used the lube and ass juice from my cock to lube his cock, which he then fucked me with, I had him blowing in 5 mins while he was calling me such a filthy whore. I loved it. When he was done, I took another shower, then came back to the dark area. I then proceeded to fuck as many bottoms as I could, bareback of course, using all the juices from the other guys on my cock. I eventually blew my gas load with another mature guy, he had two used condoms with cum filled inside. We slipped them on over my cock and jerked my cock till I exploded inside. He gently slipped it off, rolled me over and then fingered every last drop into my ass….today was absolutely the best. I love being a nasty pig cum whore.

Um…dude? He does need to be sexually aware and careful, and he does owe it to the men he plays with to be honest about his status and practices. If he was last tested in April, he’s only just now at the point where he should be going back for a quarterly check, so I don’t call that a “long time” - most guys don’t get an STD screening more often than quarterly unless they think they’ve had an exposure. I can see talking a friend down from a panic, and even possibly counseling him for a better time to do a test when he was is a more sober frame of mind, but it sounds like you’re contemplating talking him out of testing altogether and talking him out of having open conversations with his hookups about sexual safety. Which is not what I would want from any buddy of mine. If you want to prevent him from spazzing out in the future, the solution’s dead simple - get him on PrEP so he can fuck much more safely and have much more reassuring conversations with potential hookups. If there’s nothing to dress him down about, there won’t be any. And he won’t feel the need to have an OraQuick after every bare shag. It’s not rocket science.

Yesterday I awoke horny but had to get my car serviced. Thankfully that only took a couple of hours, so what do with the rest of the day? Oh, I know, breeding session at the sauna. I drove to the park and ride, subway into the City and I was at the sauna by half 12. After prepping and a shower, new bottle of French poppers in hand, I headed downstairs to the "suck a thon" area. Well, it was busy! Lots of cock sucking going on. I lubed up my hole and got into position on the couch. Not 2 minutes passed before the first cock of the day entered my cunt. Tall muscly lad too. Amazing to feel a cock in me again. He went to town and after 5 minutes, the first load of the day was coating my innards. Two more cocks quickly followed, both blowing in me. There was another bottom here by now, super sexy bear cub. Stocky, stubble and just the right amount of fat to make him totally fuckable. I couldn't resist, I wanted that hole. We made out on the bench, this got me hard and I entered his cunt. It was smooth and silky, obviously pre-loaded. A sexy lad like this would be popular. I built up the tension, got close to cumming but backed off. I knew if I came I'd lose all iterest in sex and would have to leave. It was too early for that and I could sense today was going to be a good day. I withdrew, telling the lad I'd breed him later. I headed upstairs to my favourite part of the sauna, the sling in the dark room. It's super comfy, unlike most slings in sex premises. I was only in it for 5 minutes before a 30ish lad entered the alcove. He went straight for my hole, still well sloppy from my earlier breeding. I'm lucky to have a fuckable hole, most cocks that enter it blow a load and this lad was no exception. He held onto the railing as he plowed my hole, being verbal as he blew. I was dizzy with poppers by now, but wanted more. Back downstairs I went, to be greeted by 2 bottoms being fucked on the bench, including the sexy bear cub I'd fucked earlier. Standing at the upstairs level was an alpha male, stroking his impressive 9 incher. I went to the lower level and his cock appeared through the glory hole. Now oral is OK for starters, but I was there to be bred so I went over to the other side of the bench, opposite the 2 bottoms still being fucked. The alpha male followed, got behind me and rammed home his cock. What an awesome top he was, rough, verbal and hung. 3 bottoms all being fucked together, would have made a great porno. Alpha male blew a massive load into me. The cum was dribbling down my leg when he pulled out. I headed back upstairs to the dark room. There was some activity in the corner, too dark to get much detail but they were enjoying themselves. I decided to hover nearby without disturbing them, cummy hole sticking out. Nothing happened and I went to leave only for a hand to feel my hole as I passed. Mmmm, this was promising. Another muscly lad, well hung too. I leaned against the wall and another cock was in my hole. Biggest and longest one of the night. I felt the presence of his companion beside him, he was stroking his cock as his mate climaxed in me. This was going to be a tag team fuck, my favourite. I felt the contractions of his cock as he blew, he pulled out, slapped my arse and another cock was in me. He blew in a couple of minutes, awesome. I headed back downstairs, nobody around but I got into position on the bench and waited. In came a bear, mid 30s and stroking. My hole was anticipating another breeding and that's what happened. He took his time, at least 10 minutes. He pulled out and started wanking, his breathing getting faster. Thankfully he rammed his cock back into me as he climaxed, leaving another deposit of cum in my cunt. I lost count of how many loads I got yesterday, a dozen at least, probably more. I was fucked for so long that the bear cub had left by now. It was one of those afternoons where the planets aligned, lots of action, tops galore and no prissy twinks high on shit I went home a happy slut, my hole filled to the brim with cum.

I was off work on Monday and was really horned up. I haven’t been hooking up much lately—activity fell off during the pandemic and have never really picked up to my old cumdump ways again. But I really wanted some cock on Monday. Did all the prep/clean out then went on the apps to start the cock hunt. Chatted with several guys on BBRT, A4A, Growlr and Scruff but couldn’t close the deal with any of them—would get pretty far and then the guy would flake. I decided to try Sniffies despite it never being very successful for me—I live in a very suburban neighborhood and the closest guys are usually miles away near downtown. But, I was horny as hell—been edging and fingering my hole for a few hours at this point and was willing to make a long drive if it meant I got cock and a load. To my surprise, Sniffies showed another guy (anonymous profile) about 900 feet from me! Within a few minutes he messaged me. He said he was painting a house a street over from me and was horny and really wanted his cock sucked. He said he was straight and Latino (I was guessing English was a second language from the messages) and he just wanted someone to suck him off. He said he was working alone at the house and I could blow him there. He sent me a pic and he was good looking—Latino, probably about 40 with a dad bod and had a nice thick uc cock. I told him I’d walk by the house in a few minutes. Headed over there and saw him outside painting. He looked at me and I nodded and he reached down and squeezed his crotch and smiled at me. He motioned toward the front door of the house. He opened the door and walked in, leaving the door open so I could follow. I followed him into the house and closed the door. This was clearly an unoccupied home in the middle of a rehab (there’s been a good amount of real estate flipping going on in my neighborhood). It was hot & dusty (the AC wasn’t on)—no furniture and lots of fixtures covered in plastic. He faced me and unzipped his paint covered pants and exposing his cock. He was probably about 6.5”, uncut and really thick (it was of those cocks that get really thick toward the middle) with a really furry set of big low hanging balls (which I LOVE). I dropped to my knees and began licking his balls first, then moving to suck his cock. I sucked him for about ten minutes—he was producing a lot of precum, but didn’t seem close to cumming. Finally, the combination of heat and my knees on the hard, dusty tile got the best of me and I needed a break, so I stopped sucking and stood up to face him while continuing to jack his cock. To my surprise, he reached out and kissed me, which I wasn’t expecting from a straight guy. He reached around and put his hand down the back of my shorts and started groping for my hole. Of course, my natural instinct is to spread my legs to give him better access and I moaned as he brushed my hole. That seemed to turn him one and he penetrated me with his finger, which just made me moan louder. Luckily, I was still fairly well lubed from where I had been fingering my self earlier. He pulled down my shorts completely, then turned me around the opposite direction. I suddenly forgot about the heat and the dust, and I felt his uc cock head push at my hole. Between his precum and my earlier lube, there was enough lubrication. He pushed his thick cock all the way into me and bottomed out at his hairy balls. He fucked me hard for a few minutes then slowed down, but I needed it hard. I started to fuck myself hard against his cock, taking the full length at every stroke. I was like a man possessed on that cock and couldn’t get enough or hard enough. Within a few minutes I came without even touching my own cock. His pace and breathing pick up and I know he’s close—I think he asked me if I wanted him to pull out, but I just yelled for him to breed me. A few seconds later his shoots a huge load into my hole. I quickly pull my shorts up and it’s pretty clear he’s ready to get back to work. He’s back to being the straight working man again, but I’m the one with his cum in my cunt. I went home and put in my biggest butt plug so I could keep his load in me as long as possible. Needless to say, I place a much higher value on Sniffies now!

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If others have issues with your friend's honesty, it's their problem. As his friend, you need to support him and not judge him.

Goddamn I love throat fucking so much. Better if they like it (or hate it but are willing) but I can’t think of a time I haven’t gotten a few good deep forced thrusts in.

I have sniffies as an emergency app.. But I have had few encounters on it. One was my favorite was a neighbor walking his dog late night. I saw he was less that 1000 feet from where I was and he hit me up almost as soon as I logged in. He asked if I wanted to go for a walk with him and his dog I said sure and met him down the block. We walked to a park then in the woods. It was pretty dark and a little scary a total stranger deep in the woods. He tied his little dog gave him some snacks and walked me over to an opening of deep grass. He said suck me a little and get me hard. So he pulled his short down and wow i felt a hard cock. I sucked for a bit and sucked his balls. He pulled me up to pull my sweat pants down and off and pushed me on the grass. Pulled my ass up and started to lick my entire ass then at the hole he gave me a spit shower on it pulled my hips up and started to fuck me. He pumped for a good while then blew a load in me. He pulled out and stuck a few fingers in me to play with my hole. He got up and I put my sweats on and we went to get the dog which was so quiet i was shocked since i was moaning alot. We walked back to the corner and he was telling me he is married to a woman with kids and likes a side guy to play with once in a while. I have played a few times late night after with him at the same place.

I'm with you - cock as long as it is stiff, but BBC wins every time if I had a choice.

I look forward to more chapters and the "conversion of the congregation". I always enjoyed Sunday services where church members were stunned to see me just hours after I had filled their hole with toxic cum.

Hi @bluedragon, unless things have changed dramatically in the last couple of days, the vaccine programme is currently being rolled out to a much broader range of guys in London. STI clinics are proactively contacting clients they think are at high risk as well as making appointments available to those that request them, mass vaccination events are being arranged at weekends, and even sex club promoters and venues are getting involved. For example, if you go to the Vault, you can pick up a ‘voucher’ that entitles you to a walk-in vaccination at a clinic just around the corner. Most of the guys I play with regularly have now had the vaccine or at least have an appointment to get it. Anyone who’s a regular player in London should have access to the vaccine right now: it might involve standing in a queue for a few hours or taking a day off work, but in my book, that’s worth it. Outside London, I understand things are a lot more patchy.

Embrace your cumdump identity...own it and celebrate it!

Queer, isn't it, that both Father and Son are Gay? Queerer still is that the two of them have sex, and at least one of them is POZ. Daddy recently discovered he had the Bug—thought it happened on a business trip. He was taking it quite well, but hadn't told his family yet, and hadn't started Meds. Ideal candidate for a Stealth Pozzer or what? He told me about it while we were chatting after I'd fucked him with my new PA. He was hot for it, and it was my obligation to oblige. It's funny he opened up to me in more ways than one, but shut up abruptly when Son got home. I'd screwed Junior before—but never at their house. Junior recognized me immediately; and, after he got over the initial shock of seeing me with good old Dad, got a glint of Lust in those baby blues. To avoid putting Junior in harm's way, Dad had abstained from screwing him of late. Be that as it may, a guy has to look out for his interests; and I had an agenda for both Dad and Son. I got the Kid's attention by playing with myself and massaging his and Daddy's privates as we talked. It wasn't long before the Little Slut went down on me. Meanwhile I licked and fingered Daddy's Piss Slit to get him oozing once again. Pretty soon the stage was set. I moved behind the Boy and started rimming his sweet Ass while he sucked Daddy off. The Kid seemed as anxious to try out my new PA as Daddy had. I worked my Shaft in him and really started plowing his Ass—really pounding him—till telltale blotches of Blood and Shit began to polka dot my Cock. Reluctantly I turned my attention back to Daddy-O again. As I fucked Dad, I aimed his Turgid Rod at Sonny's silken Cheeks. Dad didn't buy into it at first, bucked back a lot, and almost overpowered me as I fought to keep him sandwiched between his progeny and me. Suddenly he let out a gasp; his resistance dropped to nil; and he was screwing Junior of his own volition and free will. I could tell the way his Ass Muscles clenched around my Dick, Daddy-O was getting close. To cinch the deal I whispered in his ear, "Yeah, Daddy, fuck that Ass! You know some Dude is bound to POZ his Butt. Better if it cums from you. Same Strain… same Meds.... Here’s your chance to help your Boy. Seems like you'd be savin' him a lot of grief if you were to POZ his Ass." You could see a Battle Royale in progress between Prudence and his Dick, but Fucking and gettin' Fucked simultaneously will tip the scales every time. His Ass Muscles spasmed violently as a tidal wave of Toxin spewed up the Boy's NEG Cunt. Falling victim to his own concupiscence, Daddy-O collapsed beside his Son. Maybe he was sated, but I hadn't had my fill. I rammed my Rod back in the Kid, grinding Daddy's Noxious Venom into Sonny Boy's Ass Walls—until I, too, contributed my Jizm to the Brew. Meanwhile the oblivious Young Man shot his NEG Spooge all over Dad and me. We lay together contemplating the enormity of what we'd done. While there is nothing better than breeding a NEG Cunt, converting a POZ Stud to a GIFT GIVER is a laudable pursuit. Just the possibility that Daddy may have POZZED his Faggot Son makes me want to shoot.

The men of Berlin exude a sexuality and animalistic frenzy seldom seen in the rest of the world. Lab is one of many places in that city I have shared my appreciation with those men!

I have never understood why skin color was a thing....

My thoughts were racing, and I wanted Rob so bad. But what if someone saw us. My Father was working at the school that evening as well. I just quickly said, "Sorry ... I can't." And bolted. I drove around frustrated, and finally drove home, and decided to go for a run at the park near my house. It was by the river, and had lots of trails and paths out into the countryside. I had heard about the parks reputation. A few years back, I was caught talking to a stranger by a State Cop who knew my parents. He stopped at the house and warned my parents about perverts, weenie whackers and drug dealers that hung out in the park. I think my subconscious was setting me up. I was jogging by the pump house, and saw two straight looking guys fishing by the pumphouse. The younger guy, in his mid-20s had a mustache, dark hair and looked Basque. His friend was older, more of a bear with a full beard, and light brown hair. He seems late 30s. Both jeans on, and the younger one had no shirt. It was a hot day, and I stopped a minute to take in his lean muscular frame gleaming with sweat. I would have licked him clean. I guess I stared too long. The older guy noticed my staring. "Hey you!. Take a picture. It will last longer. Fucking fag." "I'm not a fag. I just thought I recognized you guys. I was mistaken." I turned around to walk away, and was grabbed from behind, and put in a sleeper hold. I was no match, and quickly passed out. When I woke up. I had a headache, and blurry vision. But I quickly forgot the headache as I remembered what had happened, and couldn't stand up. I was tied across the pump caging, naked, and I heard a voice. "Let's teach this faggot a lesson." I tried to move, but fishing line was holding my limbs in place and the line was cutting into my arm, and my left foot not only had the cutting fishing line, but they hadn't removed the barbed hook that was threatening to sink into my flesh. The older one came at me with a belt. I flinched, but he just laughed and tightened it around my neck. The younger guy appeared in my peripheral and said, "This will help you get through lesson one." In his hand, a syringe. "Please let me go. I just want to go home." The older guy shoved my balled up sock in my mouth, and spat in my face. "I would try not to move if you don't want hurt." I should have stayed with Rob in the locker room. Anything but this.

I am glad that your case was mild and that you are feeling better

Here is the sixth part of my story. The next chapter, part 7, will most likely be the final one of this series. Don't worry, I've already started planning a new one, which I'm sure you will enjoy just as much, maybe even more. Stay tuned! ____________________________________ Part Six – Special Treatment I spent a lot of time, couldn’t even tell you nearly how much, in and out of consciousness after passing out. I can recall feeling very hot, and cold, and hot again. My head was always spinning, my body on fire, and there was always something in my ass fucking me or filling me with fluids. I had completely lost myself to the splashing and squishing sounds and feelings of the rubber, piss, sweat and cum I was bathing in, getting thrown around, pinned down and violated blissfully. My nerves were so fired up my brain was overloading with pleasure, and I wasn’t me anymore, I could only picture myself as a white fiery ball of ecstasy, and my ass hole was the at its center. I don’t know how much time had passed before I could come out of my trance just enough to realise that Daddy was standing beside me while I was still getting fucked, laying on my back and coming out of yet another black out. I looked up and saw a black rubber figure standing over me and pounding me. There was someone else than Daddy having their way with me, and I was slightly drawn back to reality. I was still feverish, but also high as fuck, in the same black rubber room, but now I could see several people around me, all dressed in rubber fetish gear, with a few leather-clad silhouettes here and there. Apparently, Daddy had called a party down there while I was passed out at some point earlier, and I was the center of attention. The man pounding my ass was completely covered in rubber and I couldn’t see his face. As I focused on him, I noticed there was a biohazard symbol, black matte against the black shiny suit, on his chest. I looked down and could see he was fucking me bareback, and I felt relief. I heard Daddy speak. “Looks like my boy is coming out of it. You ok, boy?” I could hear some light chatter and a few laughs around me. “Huh, huh...” was all I could muster. Daddy could see I had a puzzled look on my face. He smiled. “I thought I shouldn’t be too selfish, a new fuck toy with the fuck flu is such a rare occurrence that I couldn’t keep you all to myself. I brought the party down here and called a few more friends to show you off a little. My buddies here will take turns warming up their dicks with your flaming hot hole and fill you with a few more strains. Everyone here is poz, so don’t worry, not a single one of these fucks will be wasted. I also have my dear friend doctor Turner here...” Daddy turned around and pointed to a man dressed in a white latex medical uniform designed like it came right out of the 1950’s and made him look like some crazy evil scientist and gestured him to come nearer. “Dr. Turner is going to assist me in monitoring you so that we can get you as high as you possibly can be without risking any permanent damage. You are quite sick young man, and we’re going to make sure you get the right treatment.” He winked at me. “I got the best team together to take care of you. You’ll see.” He laughed for a few seconds. “Dr. Turner is a virologist and will take the opportunity to study your seroconversion and document everything. He will perform various tests and procedures on you with some special equipment. He is one of the top specialists on HIV, and of course, he is himself poz”. While Daddy was introducing me to Dr. Turner, the black figure pounding my ass was still going at it. Dr. Turner got closer to me and seemed to examine me, poking my body in various places with latex gloved hands like a doctor would do with his patient. “I’m very pleased to meet you, young man. Rick here told me a lot about you, it seems like he finally hit the jackpot. If only you knew how many times he told me about his special project of turning a young straight man like you into extreme gay sex. I could never hear the end of it! But now here you are. Rick told me you took to all of it very quickly, less than 24 hours to turn you around. That’s most impressive. You sure you’re straight?” Dr. Turner was teasing me and laughing, gazing upon my sweaty body being fucked mercilessly by a faceless rubber stud while actively seroconverting. “I don’t think I am anymore...” was all I could faintly manage to say. And it was true. As confused, high and tired as I was, I knew I hadn’t thought about women since that first time I saw Rick with his poz buddy, right before my life got turned upside down forever. Everything Rick did to me, the drugs, the sex, the brainwashing, it all made me forget about pussy entirely. Now all I wanted was cocks. Lots and lots of poz, toxic, big, veiny, hard and glistening cocks. My former identity was quickly becoming a distant memory. I was struggling to think about my past. I’m not sure how much time had passed since all this began, but I felt like my life had always been like that. And it was only the beginning. As I was pondering all of this, the rubber man fucking me tensed up and filled my guts with his toxic cum, shooting rope after rope of sweet thick poz juice deep inside me. Dr Turner gently grabbed his shoulders and pushed him away. “Enough for now, we must prepare our patient for the rest of his seroconversion session.” The Doctor snapped his fingers and almost instantly a half dozen guys started moving stuff around. I could barely pay attention as my head was still spinning and I was quite confused because of the fever and the drugs, but soon I saw a medical chair with stirrups being brought near me, and several carts with drawers and all kinds of medical items were pushed all around the chair. A couple of pair of arms lifted me from my rubber bed and before I knew it, I was all lubed up and slipped into a rubber catsuit covering me from head to toe. It was extremely tight and hugging me all over and truly felt like a second skin without any crease or loose part. Rick must have had it made to measure for me. I could feel my body temperature rise quickly as the rubber kept the heat inside, but after a few seconds I could feel air being blown on me by some invisible fan, regulating my temperature and providing relief. I was then installed on the medical chair, legs up in the stirs, ankles and thighs strapped, then my wrists, and finally my torso. In just a few seconds, I was secured and couldn’t move much more than a few millimeters. The air flow was redirected right at me so I could stay cool. The clash between my internal heat against the air-cooled rubber was very intense and unusual, but I loved it. Dr Turner got closer. “We have fitted you with a specially made rubber suit with a few features you might enjoy.” He grabbed something that looked like a needleless syringe at the end of a long tube. “There are several hypodermic ports on your suit that will let us hook you up on an IV so we can feed you nutrients, medicine and, of course, delicious drugs that will keep you awake, high and horny for the duration of this session.” He connected the tube to some metallic button that was on my arm, I could barely see it. I felt a little prick and a cold sensation. “There,” the doctor said, “we’ll fill you up with nutrients since you haven’t been eating anything in a while and likely won't eat solid food any time soon. You should start feeling better very quick. You’ll be a little more aware of what’s happening. On the other hand, I won’t do anything to lower your fever, merely stabilize it. We don’t want you to keep all your senses, after all, don’t we? Ha, ha, ha!” Dr Turner then took a black anesthetic rubber mask and raised it so I could see it well. There was a large rubber tube coming out of it and going to a machine with several gas tanks, meters and what looked like an accordion thingy. I wondered what that was for and what the doctor was going to do with this. He slowly started to lower the mask on my face. His speed was deliberate so that I could take a good look at it. The sight was intimidating, a dark rubber triangle with a hole in the middle, exhaling some unknown gas. I was getting turned on by my own fear and the weirdness of the situation. The mask was finally pressed firmly against my face, forming a tight seal. I tried to breathe but there was no air. I was surprised and started to gasp and struggle. “Calm down, young man, you are very, very sick. That’s why I must assume control of your body functions. Even your breathing will be controlled by me, starting right now.” As he said that, Dr Turner pushed on a lever, and I could hear a loud hiss coming from the machine he was standing next to. The accordion bag quickly inflated and deflated, pushing a rush of air into the mask stuck on my face, forcing me to breathe in. Once my lungs were full, the machine went into reverse and sucked all air from my lungs, just to do it all over again. If I tried to breathe myself, it wasn’t working. I was at the mercy of the machine and couldn’t do anything but let it breathe for me. I felt a rush of heat coursing all over my body against the rubber suit covering me and felt very helpless trying to pull against my bonds holding me firmly in place. While I was trying to get used to the rhythmic forced breathing I was being subjected to, Dr Turner got out of my field of view. Daddy came closer to me and started caressing and squeezing my body tenderly. I was starting to wonder where he was and felt relief seeing him near me. “You look wonderful my boy, hooked to this machine. You enjoy it, don’t you, that complete loss of control, right? Are you starting to understand what it truly means to be my slave? To be owned by me? Aren’t you glad you surrendered your life, body and mind to me? I’m so proud of you boy, so happy I found you. You’re so happy I found you too. With these bonds, with these machines, with my virus, my friends, within your slavery and submission I finally set you free. This is what you’ve been looking for your whole life. You just didn’t know where to look.” Daddy was right. Before I met him, I always knew there was something missing from my life, something I wanted but never knew what it was. I was without purpose and aimlessly going through life, completely lost and desperate. I was finally at my place. I had found my purpose and I didn’t want to change it for anything. Being reminded of this was comforting and Daddy knew it. He would use this in the future to further control me and increase my already complete submission to him. Being his slave, being owned by him, stripped of my freedom, infected with his virus, bound to him by this disease, used as an object with no way out or back to my old life was turning me on like crazy. It was a never-ending source of pleasure and ecstasy. Daddy grabbed my cock and I realized I was extremely hard, which was starting to feel unusual since all the chemicals I was taking prevented erections. The focus was pretty much always on my ass since the beginning and made me kind of forget about my cock. He started slowly jerking me off and precum started oozing out of it. He stopped. Dr Turner came back in my view, holding a clear plastic tube with a latex membrane inside it in front of my eyes to show me. “I think you are familiar with this device, as your Daddy told me. We are going to use it to further our control over your body and extract samples of your sperm throughout your conversion. Will be interesting to measure any changes it will go through. You’re going to enjoy this. No matter what we pump into your system, you will be forced to stay hard”. With that said he got the tube close to my cock, and as it barely touched the tip my cock was swallowed almost violently by the strong suction of the device. It felt amazing and I tried letting out a cry in my breathing machine, but without any control over my lungs I couldn’t manage to make a sound. The base of the tube reached my groin, my cock completely buried in the tube. The tube pulled so strongly I was afraid it would rip my cock off, but just a second later it let go of it, just to swallow it again. And just like that, I was being slowly milked like a cow. So now I was tied up, rubbered up, my breathing machine controlled, and my cock slowly milked, feeling very hot and dizzy due to the fever, at the center of a huge orgy, my legs held wide apart and my gaping and oozing hole in full view and accessible to anyone, feeling totally vulnerable. I tried to take a look around and saw several men having sex in various ways. I saw a black rubber guy fucking some dude in chaps, another pissing in a dude’s mouth. There was someone being fisted on a sling. And that was only in front of me, I could hear a whole lot more coming from the sides and behind me, but I couldn’t move my head to see. The moans and sounds fed my arousal, and I couldn’t wait to get to the next part of my “treatment”. Daddy was standing once again in front of me. He grabbed my thighs and squeezed them hard all over, smiling and moaning. “I sometimes find it a bit paradoxical how much I enjoy a rubbered boy, and how much I hate condoms and safe sex. I wish I could keep you permanently locked into a rubber suit, make you my rubber gimp. You look so sexy, all tight, slick and shiny like that. Maybe at some point I’ll permanently rubberize you. Further erase your identity and truly mold you to my will. We’ll see. But don’t worry, that latex is never getting on my dick, or any dick that will fuck you in the future.” As he was speaking, and as I was picturing myself being locked forever in this latex outfit, I could feel something changing in my breathing. Dr Turner, next to me, was pushing some buttons and my next inhale was different. Poppers! I was fed a massive dose of pure amyl once, twice, and again, and again. Ten massive hits before regular air came back. By the last hit I was seeing stars and flying high. I could feel my hope gaping more than ever and my cock somehow getting even bigger in the milking tube. The rubber on my skin felt electric and I was starting to get desperate to get fucked. I didn’t have to wait long before Daddy buried his cock deep in my ass and started slowly fucking me. “Oh god, my boy, you ass is exquisite.” He didn’t last long before emptying his balls inside me. Being fucked while hooked up to this breathing machine felt very strange and uncomfortable to say the least, as I couldn’t regulate my breathing to match what I was feeling, the pleasure and pain from having a huge dick ramming my hole and stretching my ass muscles and nerves. I just had to let it happen, but it wasn’t easy at all. Daddy got out and Dr Turner took his place. He unbuttoned his rubber trousers and got his massive cock out. I was impressed, he was just as big and large as Daddy. “Time to see what Rick was raving about. You ready?” I tried to reply but was quickly reminded that it was impossible to talk or move so I just let him enter me. His poz cock got in like it was nothing, my ass being already well prepared, stretched out and lubed with lots of poz cum and silicone oil. In under a second the doctor was completely buried inside, and he let out a loud moan. “Woah, your Daddy wasn’t kidding. Your hole is one-of-a-kind warm tight thing. I may have to schedule frequent follow-up appointments for my new patient, young boy. This is a true delicacy.” Dr Turner started picking up the pace but eventually matched the rhythm of the breathing machine so he would go in and out twice with every breath. I could see Daddy behind him fiddling on the machines. A new sequence of popper hits was administered, and I was once again flying with the doctor’s dick pleasuring my hole. I suddenly felt the urge to beg for his poz toxic cum but since I still couldn't talk, there was only a weird guttural moan coming from my throat, ripped out by the breathing machine extracting air from my lungs against my will. “You enjoy your treatment so far, boy?” Dr Turner asked with a grin. “We’re just getting started. I have brought several of my “patients” here with me. Of the top of my head, I’d say we have at least 6 or 7 different HIV strains which will be administered to you, all anally, over the next few hours. I’ll be monitoring your viral load in the coming hours, days and weeks and see what stuck. You’ll become so toxic we’ll have to contain you here forever before you become a public health hazard, boy!” He started laughing while still fucking me. I could tell he was really enjoying this scenario, which was all too real, even if it looked like he was joking. I was enjoying it just as he was. The thought of becoming so toxic I had to be contained was strangely appealing to me and turning me on even more. Daddy was hearing it all and enjoying it just as much. He got close to my ear and started whispering. “That’s right boy, you’re getting exactly what you wished for. We’re turning you into something barely human anymore. A mere object of pleasure, a rubber toxic gimp, a danger to society, a bioweapon I can use to inflict pleasure and pain. The blood and cum I’ll extract from you will be so toxic and dangerous it will attract all the bug chasers and HIV perverts all over the world. You will become a legend. How does it feel, boy? How does it feel to become what everyone normal fears but all the twisted perverts like you and me crave so badly? You are the vessel to all perversion, pregnant with the promised gift soon available to all the sick fucks who want it, either knowingly or not.” All this talk from Daddy and the pounding from Dr Turner got me so turned on that I could feel my dick starting to twitch inside the milking tube as my orgasm was exploding. The machine kept pumping rhythmically like nothing was happening, completely oblivious to my spasms and the cum I was feeding it. It never slowed down, nor picked up speed. It remained steady and pumping, mindlessly ready to collect as many loads as necessary, no matter how I felt about it. As my orgasm subsided, the pounding and the pumping kept going like nothing happened. I quickly got uncomfortable and wanted it to stop, and my Daddy knew it. He got back the machine once again and I soon felt something cold in my arm. Suddenly the breathing machine disengaged, and I could breathe on my own, just in time for a violent cough to hit my lungs, the now familiar sensation of being slammed taking me to yet another high of horniness. “Your fever has gone down a little bit in the last hour, we can try some stronger medicine for your treatment without risk. Enjoy the ride boy, you have a very long session ahead of you.” As my senses were coming back following the slam, Dr Turner picked up the pace and was now going really fast in my ass. I could feel his dick getting larger as he was nearing an orgasm, right before he exploded with a scream and shot rope after rope of poz cum deep inside my guts. As I was getting used to breathe on my own once again, Dr Turner pulled out with a satisfied look on his face, stepped back to the machine, pulled a lever and the breathing machine reengaged, once again controlling my breathing. I realized I really enjoyed the feeling of having no control over my most basic bodily functions and relaxed, letting the machine do its thing. My mind gradually disconnected from what was going on around me. I could hear Daddy and Dr Turner yelling something about forming a line and taking turns, as another rubber man with a bright red biohazard symbol on his chest was taking place in front of me and filled my ass with a new poz cock, satisfying my growing animalistic hunger fed by the slam and another round of popper breathes. Behind the shiny black and red rubber figure I could see at least a dozen guys waiting for their turn, some holding their cock, some jacking off or blowing their neighbor. My pleasure kept growing more and more until I lost track of my thoughts and sensations, riding the very long wave which seemed to have no end.

I've noticed lately, I've just been less and less inclined toward being an anonymous cumdump at bookstores/parks/etc. Maybe some of it is due to the sudden influx of monkeypox, but even before then.. after 2 years of everything being basically shut down, I just don't really care to have randos pumping their hot seed into my willing hole. Which isn't to say I've lost interest in sex, I just.. only want to have it with the handful of people I feel close to. Maybe I've just moved along the spectrum from cumslut to demisexual? I dunno. It's weird. I still get the urge to hit up a cruising spot, but after a few minutes, I just decide "Meh, I'll just rub one out." I dunno what to make of it. Is it "maturing"? Is it just the natural, changing flow of life? Maybe it's a pendulum and will swing back into "Yes, random strangers, please breed me one after another all day long" eventually. I'm not even sure I'm asking for advice, I just felt the need to kinda put it out there (like I used to put my ass out there! *rimshot*)

It does not matter the color of the cock, it just matters if it works for you.......if you pick one color, you limit yourself from some incredible sexual opportunities. Why limit yourself? Why limit your opportunities?

I'd say it's possibly both "maturing" and "natural changing flow of life". The most important thing to realize is: there is nothing wrong with this change. (Just as there would be nothing wrong with a guy who for years had only sought "sex with connections" suddenly becoming interested in being a cumdump for randos. We change. As long as we're responsible, and don't deliberately hurt others, I don't see any issue.

To clarify, it speaks to my twisted side.

Im right up on the canadian boarder. Thers some state forest to hike a few miles to the east of me and about 20 miles to the south of me.v

I did join in 2014 but i was not familiar with what this site was and was not active on it for years until now. Thank u for commenting tho. I appreciate any input to help. The entire thing is overwhelming for me and im just trying to understand it.

On the one hand, I don’t cross-dress, so can’t speak to that area of your question. On the other, I’m a father of two, and bringing a child into the world rearranges your priorities in a radical way, very, very quickly. Unless, of course, you’re a piece of shit for a parent. When the child appears, the calculus changes - your life is no longer all about you anymore. There’s a growing, developing human being who cannot fend for itself, and you brought it to this hostile environment. It’s on you to ensure that that new person gets needs met and gets the best possible running start at launching off into life. And God knows it ain’t easy. Will you have to give up putting on women’s clothes and taking cock from strangers? Possibly, for a while. It will depend on what impact that activity might have on the child. Does it risk the destruction of the family unit the child depends on? If so, then, yes, you probably need to suck it up for a while and be a dad instead of a sissy slut. You bought the dad ticket, now you’re on the dad train. (It never really comes to a stop, but it will slow down in about 18-21 years.) I realize that telling you that you may need to set aside an aspect of your sexuality for a time seems like a steep order. But I can also tell you what can happen if you don’t. If your spouse (I’m assuming spouse, though you only call her “your girl”) learns of your behavior and decides that she isn’t willing to put up with that, you could face a breakup of the relationship - regrettable for you, but catastrophic for a child who will not be raised with both parents. Yes, it happens all the time, and children survive. But I’m not speaking theoretically. I’m speaking from experience. My two grew up in two separate houses on shared time, and it has hurt them. Only you can decide what your priorities are, and where your values lie. Only you can tell how much you’re willing to sacrifice for the love of your child. I don’t envy you the choices you have to face. I do congratulate you on your coming fatherhood.

To be really honest, yes I am addicted. As a total bottom - enough is never enough. And I am worse after i have been bred two or three times, the hamster just falls off it's wheel and I have to get more cock and seed. It wasn't a choice, I wasn't like that years ago - it just morphed into me being a cock and cumpig. If i do not get bred for a couple of days I am howling for it - from anyone.

"WASHINGTON, Aug 4 (Reuters) - Visa (V.N) and Mastercard (MA.N) on Thursday said they had suspended ties with the advertisement arm of MindGeek, owner of website Pornhub, after a lawsuit raised questions over whether the payment firms could be facilitating child pornography. A federal judge in California last week rejected Visa's motion to dismiss a lawsuit by a woman who alleges the company facilitated the distribution of child pornography on Pornhub and other websites run by its parent company MindGeek." [think before following links] https://www.reuters.com/business/finance/mastercard-visa-suspend-ties-with-ad-arm-pornhub-owner-mindgeek-2022-08-04/?utm_source=ground.news&utm_medium=referral

So quit falling for cheap marketing tricks. The Republican Party is one big glittering generality with a bunch of bandwagons and your Clinton whataboutism.

My screen name allows men to project something onto it. I've been asked if I'm a priest or a judge a lot, but I'm neither. I like the ambiguity of the name and it comes from a book series I really liked when I was younger. Judge, hangman, priest, magician, sage, oracle, mystic, etc. The black robe is about ritual and mystery.

There are several things we can do: fan the flames of the women's rights debacle, attend demonstrations that are large enough to get local tv coverage, get everyone you know to register and vote, etc. Charlie's no panacea, but hells bells if he's not way better than DeathSantis, and his hatemongering crowd. "ALL politics is local"

I have never thought I would touch drugs as a teen. DARE convinced both my parents to ensure that I never got in the wrong crowd and that I'd get the best education they could afford. It came to no surprise that my effort in undergrad wasn't in vain when I finally got accepted to do my masters at NYU. Growing up in the midwest, the only time I've been to New York was on a school trip in high school. Statue of Liberty, Rockefeller, and all that. Back then, I didn't have the time to fully explore the city. Plus, I was still closeted. That was 8 years ago. Now I'm 24, and I'm finally here again with the freedom to actually be myself. In Minneapolis, being gay wasn't an issue, but it was less talked about or expressed more. Maybe it's a Minnesota thing but it always made me feel restricted in a way. My parents know my sexuality and they hope I would bring a boy home for Christmas but honestly, they don't know how none of that cookie cutter gay lifestyle was what I wanted. I was into a lot of weird form of pornography, especially the fetish category with a mix of old/young and bdsm. My desire was pure gay sex. It has to always be bareback if not I wouldn't get hard. Before you wonder, I am not a virgin. During sophomore year, I would frequently rent a room by a roadside motel and get bred by random truckers who had to make a stop and never did I once had a rubber on. I also had my fair share of married dudes who loved to get a piece of a college boy's ass. I got tested frequently and so far, I've never had any problems. As a 5'10, 188lbs well shaped white guy, I wouldn't say I stood out but it was easy to get dicks in MN. Not in NYC though. I'm at most a 6 despite going to the gym quiet often. The guys here frequently keep their hair cut and body shaved and was always impressing each other. It felt clique-y, but I didn't mind because I eventually found mine. The third week I settled in the city, I told myself I would go to The Eagle. Typical. I couldn't resist. It was a Friday night and I finally got my first draft title approved. I had a pint of Budweiser as I scanned through the room eyeing on the countless of beautiful men that could just plow me right now. I was only wearing a leather pants and a black t-shirt with a sports jock. The shirt hugged my body evenly to reveal the nipple piercing I got when I first landed here. It still hurt but it felt great. Slowly, I was building myself in this city. Halfway through my beer, a 6'1 tall man, around 240lbs with a heavy built and striking middle eastern feature came up to me with a drink. House cocktail he told me. We cheers and I introduce myself. He was only wearing a tank top with a pair of black jeans. His arms was furry as the beard covering his face. His ears were pierced and so was his gaze on me. "Thanks, I'm Chris." "Isaac. Are you new here?" From then we hit off. I gave him the usual story that he must have heard from other twunks like me that came to NY. He told me he grew up in Michigan and moved to the city in the 90s. He was 54 years old but I wouldn't say he's a day past 40. Not a strand of white hair. All black and curly. His chest hair was revealing from his cleavage and I couldn't stop but to just stare in intervals from it to his hazel eyes, him never breaking eye contact. It was hypnotizing talking to him. Slowly, I was beginning to slur my words and I didn't realize how strong the drink was. Isaac convinced me to go to the dance floor and we both began to explored our bodies as the music played. Isaac then made the first move and kissed me, holding my face with his calloused palms and playing with my tongue with his. I felt a piercing on his tongue and his thick moustache rubbing against my upper lip made me suck his face like a dog with a bone. We were wrestling with our tongue as I let myself loose, thinking to myself how strong the drinks I had were even if there were just a beer and a cocktail. Strange I thought. I was lightheaded and my body was warm but it felt right to be engulfed in Isaak's arms as the second beat dropped and everyone in the club gyrating against each other. He made sure to never lose sight of me even though we got cut by some other guys. Next thing I remembered, I was carried by one of the bouncers and Isaak was waiting outside. "I think play time's over for him. Are you sure you two are gonna be okay?" Isaak then told the bouncer that he's fine and that he'll take me back to my place. Isaak asked me if I wanted to go to his instead since it wasn't too far. I nodded. Once we reached his place, I threw myself on the sofa. Isaak lived in a loft with ceiling to floor windows and everything out in the open except for his bathroom. There was a sling placed next to his bed and a drawer with a dog hood mask in black on top. Embezzled on the collar are some studs. From across the room I tried to form a conversation with Isaak, telling him how kinky he is. As I rambled, Isaak was taking out different kind of glass pipes and tools from the wardrobe. He had a butane lighter and a gas mask that had tubes. He also changed to a pair of chaps exposing his 8 inch dick and solid formed ass, perfectly framed. He had a harness on and he tied his hair into a bun. Despite being inebriated, I was slowly getting hornier. Isaak came up to me and took my clothes off, putting me in a leather jock and a pair of leather sandals with clips, tied securely around my legs. He also put on a pair of leather armbands on me, highlighting my biceps. Finally, he instructed me to breathe slowly as the gas mask was put on me. "Now let's walk slowly to the sling, Chris. Or boy, what do you prefer?" "Boy is good, daddy, I mean sir" "No no boy, daddy is perfect. I'm not going to hurt you." I couldn't remember how I was placed onto the sling, it felt as if I was floated onto it. My feet were shuffling, but I couldn't seem to recall. I could see Isaak through the lens of the mask as the lights in the room dimmed to dark red, resembling the bar we were at. This time, slow techno played and Isaak told me to breathe in regularly, and take the smoke all in. In his hand, he was lighting one of the glasses to release smoke that was then being fed onto the tube to my mask. I breathed in and tasted a weird chalky substance, jolting from the sling and finally being lucid for the first time in the past 3 hours. Everything felt amazing and it felt like sparks was going through my veins. "You like this boy?" I could manage a muffled "Yes, daddy, I feel good." "I know you would. I told you that daddy isn't going to hurt you" After around 20-30 puffs, Isaak finally took off the mask and I finally got to breathe fresh air. My eyes were popping and I couldn't help but to moan as if there was something in my throat. My limbs were still restrained and I could only move my head as I felt beads of sweat perspiring out of my pores. "We talked a lot about what your fantasies are, right boy? Your interest in a different side of sex. No vanilla, just pure men on men fuck." Shit, did I? I couldn't tell. I was talking a lot to Isaak when I first met him, seeing that he was the first and only person at the bar showing some form of interest in me. "Unlike other college boys and fags your age I find every year, you're a bit different, boy. You know why? Cause you said you only bareback. And that you're not on PreP. You're into the risk. Why?" "Because I want to be free." Never have I ever come up with a reason as to why I love it bare. It's true. I wanted to be free. As cliché as it sounds, I am not like most guys my age. I know there are who think like me, but we're rare. Extremely rare. And sought for by guys like Isaak because we appreciate the true value of men on men sex. Skin on skin. Pure lust. "Free in what sense, boy?" "I don't know, I don't care, I just want to not worry bout whether I'm going to catch a disease or die, I'm ready any day, daddy. As long as I'm able to fuck and get fucked bare, that's all that matters. A man's seed in me, mine in his. It's nature." "You're quiet the talker, aren't you boy?" I really was. Years of suppressing my desires and being barred from exploring my identity has culminated in me being spun in a midtown loft revealing my darkest desires. "I knew your pussy is meant to be bred and pozzed when I noticed how you couldn't take your eyes off my chest. Especially this," Isaak circled his right pec to show a bio hazzard tattoo. Now I remembered what it was that I couldn't stop starring at. Behind those bushy pecs, there was a patch of the symbol, all mighty in it's glory. "I can give you one too, you know, but maybe not on your tits, don't want to steal the attention from this" Isaak then pulled on my nipples with the piercing, sending me to screams of pleasure, as the smoke I inhaled had only inhibit any pain I could feel. "You're a very well behaved boy, aren't you Chris?" "Yes, daddy, I am." "I'm really lucky that I found you tonight, you know. I haven't had a boy in so long..." Isaak held my head as I fixed my eyes on him while he explained to me that he wanted a sub to train, someone to serve him like Yannick, his ex-lover who left the sex and party scene they were in to live in Portland. He continued to tell me about Yannick, how piggy he was and how one day he just stopped being the bitch he wanted. How he started to take meds and how there was no goodbye from him. Retelling this story suddenly made Isaak angry and suddenly, he started to get rough with me. "But I can tell you're a better cumdump fag than he is, right, boy?" He shouted as he cling his hands onto the chains holding my limbs. "Yes, daddy, I'm never going back. Only for you." I can't believe what I was saying. It was true though. I will prove to him that I can be better than Yannick. He placed his palms on my chest and slowly brushed it, inspecting my body before telling me that I require a shave. Before leaving to get his equipment, the gas mask was put back on and the next thing I remembered was the feeling of a blade against my asshole and some shaving cream. I hear the blade cut through my pubic hair, my legs, and finally my head. Only my eyebrows were spared. As this happened, Isaak was also inserting his fingers into my hole, telling me that I'm going to feel better than before. I wasn't sure if it was the shaving cream he was putting into me, but I felt a sudden burning sensation in my hole and next thing I know, my ass was dilating to suck in more of his fingers. I felt as if I needed to have something in me, however big or long it was. It was a new need that Isaak had unlocked in me. I couldn't resist but to beg him. "Please fuck me daddy, put anything in me, I need it please." I repeatedly said, without any pause. I just begged him in all kinds of ways. I was moaning, I was insatiate without anything in me. "Be patient now boy, it's coming." He walked to the drawer and took out a string of beads, each bead increasing with diameter, the smallest as big as a tennis ball. With each bead in me, I felt complete. When it was all in me, I could only let out a sigh of relief. "Now you're going to enjoy this." Isaak pulled the strings out, with each beads at a faster pace, leaving me moaning in pleasure. My hole then felt empty again. "We're going to keep you quiet a bit with this bad boy here." A butt plug the size of a Campbell Can was then inserted in me and again, I felt complete. I was slowly breathing now, appreciating the massive anchor in my orifice. "You seem to like my special lube, don't you boy?" "Yes daddy, what is it?" "What you're smoking, mixed with Aloe Vera gel. Excellent combo." Not have I only smoked Meth, I've also had it shoved in my ass. I didn't see my third week in the city to turn out like this but I have no regrets. I finally found my purpose and am no longer ashamed of my desires. If this is what drugs feel like then I have been missing out on a lot. Isaak then left the sling and came back with a standing mirror, placing it diagonally from me to let me see myself. I was unrecognizable. Not a strand of hair on me. "You had to be shaved because you're going to get inked up really good, boy. It'll be worth it." I was then rubbed with a towel and slowly moisturized by daddy. I didn't even notice the buttplug was still in me as it felt so right to have it there. Isaak took me off from the sling and showered me, kissing me in between, telling me that I will get his cock soon. As we showered, I could only feel his hard pierced shaft resting on my back while he massaged me. He also had a Jacob's ladder which contained different quartz on each head. Breathtaking. After the shower, Isaak showed me a cage behind his bed that had a futon. He instructed me to now wear the pup hood and that my lesson is already starting. Unlike other set ups I've seen in porns, his seems to be comfortable, with velvet pillows. However, my original buttplug was then replaced by a tailed one and I was wearing knee pad to crawl for the rest of the night. "You will learn how to be a pub from 4 AM to 10 AM, then we'll extend the hours more. You're not just my pup, or my sub, you're my boy." I don't care what research I had planned to do that weekend for my thesis, Isaak's loft was my new home. I slept comfortably in my set up, with the hood and the tail in me. I see myself in the mirror from time to time in the cage, waiting for daddy to feed me but all I had was a bowl of water. Funnily enough, I wasn't even hungry, just thirsty. "Drink up, boy, you're going to need this a lot." I rested in the cage til the sun came up and by 10, Isaak let go of my restraints and only with my jock, we rested on his bed as he circled his finger on my hole. "Soon you'll get my cock, boy.. soon. Make the most out of the anticipation..." Despite us being together for the past 12 hours, never once did I had a chance to taste him or let his shaft in me. How potent it would be in my guts, converting me into part of his clan. I wonder how Yannick must have felt. Isaak then jumped from the bed and turned me on all fours. I was rimmed for the first time. Each nerve around my hole felt the caress of his tongue, penetrating in and out as the piercing popped in and out of my hole. How long his tongue was, slurping through every corner of my ass that he now calls cunt. I was shivering and couldn't believe it. He was devouring me as if it was his last meal. I could only maintain murmurs and moans as he rimmed me. "More of this coming soon. Let's go for your tattoo session now, boy. And let's try a different outfit." This time, bald and with my muscles being highlighted due to the lack of hair, I was wearing a pair of gym shorts with a fresh jock and a white tanktop. I had knee high socks and a pair of joggers that Isaak picked out. I looked as if I just came out of a football practice. Isaak on the other hand, had a baseball cap and a collared sports shirt. Now I see. He was coach and I was his boy. We paired perfectly to go about town. "First stop is the tattoo shop. Shall we?" Walking through midtown, with people starring at us felt amazing. We were well built, dressed in sports attire you'd find at a local high school, all tight and ready for the day. Isaak had his hand on my ass throughout the walk, squeezing it to remind him its his and sliding his finger in my hole from time to time. Making me lick his finger after when we cross at every intersection was his way to further entice me. We reached an alley that had a backdoor that lead to a basement. An neon sign had been hung at the door. X's Piercage & Tattouage. Entering, we had to walk through a hallway of fluorescent lights, and when we finally reach the end of it, we entered to find an industrial style kind of tattoo parlor with peculiar chairs. "This is Chris, guys. He's going to be my new boy." The two men who I gathered were Al and Vance, glanced at me and smirked, passing a remark to Isaak, Vance said "How long is this one going to last then huh, sak'? Is he, the next Yannick as you would say? Or the previous fags you've brought were never enough.. or right?" "I think they were never right. Are you goldilocks then?" Al asked facing me. "No I'm Chris." They both including Isaak laughed and consequently, Isaac cut his laughter to put his hand firmly on Vance's shoulder to say, "Don't mention that name again. Isn't it tired, making the same old joke all the time? What about you Vance? Where's your bitch? Oh yeah, stationed in Afghanistan or god knows where. And Al, does your wife still not know that you suck Vance's dick on the side or has she already forgotten about the buttplug in your shoebox?" Vance just chuckled while Al gave Isaak a side eye. "So what are we doing today?" Vance asked. "Well Vance, I think Chris has potential. Even more than the previous boys. He hasn't said No so far and he takes Tina like he's her long lost gay best friend. He didn't mind the shave, and now I think it's time to get some work done on him. The tits were already there, so you know he's open to more." "I can give him a guiche piercing today, and maybe a lorum one too. I don't think a PA would suit him." Al said as he began to go through his tools. "Now let me see your body" Vance held me and I could feel how soft his hands were. "Get on the chair now and make yourself comfortable." From what I gathered, the chair he was referring to seemed like a fuck bench that was upholstered in leather. It was platformed and I had to be on all fours. I was then secured again on each limbs. I guess this is something I had to get used to. Vance then began tracing on my back, while Al took out a pair of calipers to plan his piercing. Isaak then asked, "You want to get a new piercing, boy?" "Yes." "The ones Al said are good?" "Yes." Isaak then nodded to Al. The procedure was quick and numb. I now had an additional piece of metal in me. The coolness from the metal only made electrified me more. "So what are we doing on the permanent etch a sketch today?" "I have some ideas.." Isaak told Vance. I looked up to the display showing Vance's screen that Isaak was now using. Windows of traces and drawings of Barcode that signify Isaak owning me, logos of biohazard and scorpions, additional symbols drafts on my right ass cheek, slideshows pass and finally Isaak told me that sine we're starting slow, let's not do much. With that, Isaak pasted an outline of a barcode written ISAAK's BOY in between behind my neck. On my waist, where the band would usually cover, a stencil of the stencil "No loads refused" was put. "That will do for now." Isaak said as Vance started to rev up the ink machine. I couldn't wait to see how I looked like next. /To Be Continued/

Last Sunday night into Monday morning. Decided to stay over in the city at a bathhouse, fun and inexpensive. 1st encounter, big black young guy with thickest cock I've ever seen. We quickly established we'd just arrived and were looking for loads up our asses. I slid into his ample backside to give a sample. He was well pleased. I pulled out and said "My turn." I was surprised how easily my ass took him, glad I'd pre lubed. But he soon softened and fell out. We'd slide into each other's asses a number of times as our paths crossed. Met next guy at slurp ramp. Invited himself back to my room where we quickly moved to 69. He tried to pull out but I sucked down his load. As we debriefed our enjoyment I confessed I would have been happier with his load up my ass. He confessed his cock had never been in a guy's ass and he'd never been fucked. All very friendly. I suggested this might be his night to change that. He said could be and he needed a smoke. Promised he'd be back. You guessed it, he never came back and I didn't see him again. Next guy was sucking on the toes of the guy getting fucked in the sling. Asked if I'd go to his room and let him suck my toes. New experience for me so off I went. It sent tingles all through my body but got tired quickly. Not my fetish, now I knew. I Determined to offer my ass and legs hanging out of a hole in the wall. There was a small glory hole so I could see guys passing by. I urged myself to stay put as at least 5 guys passed up my offered ass. Number 3 stopped and rubbed my ass cheeks with his hand. Then he reached under and played with my hard cock. This went on for so long I began to wish he'd move on and give someone else a chance. That's when I felt his raw cock head at my hole. He pushed in very easily as his cock was straight, thin and maybe 4 to 5 inches. I moaned encouragement and began to meet his rhythm with my pushing back onto him along with ass contractions. He continued to stroke my hard on and despite trying to hold off I began to cum a bit. The resulting ass message brought him over the edge and I delighted in the warm wetness filling me. He proceeded to fuck his load deeper into me. I was in heaven. Unfortunately there wasn't anyone left to take over where he left off. I counted as five guys passed and decided to move on. Came upon a group fucking in a dark alcove. Slid into a slim attractive young man. Invited himself back to my room where I raw fucked him in a few different positions. Having already had a small orgasm I wasn't ready or able to breed him. On my next circuit I came upon a young concave smooth chested man. He maneuvered me into a dark alcove. I soon had his 5 inch slim cock in my mouth. When I stood, turned and offered my ass he slid on in. I knew he was enjoying the wet sensation as much as I did when I slid into a couple of other preloaded ass earlier. He pulled out, sat on a bench, and I sat on his raw cock proceeding to fuck myself. The squeak of the bench was comical and he kept shifting trying to find a quieter spot. I just stayed on his lap. Finally he stood and I thought we were done but he spun me around bent me over and the real intense fuck began. He wasn't big but he was scratching the itch in my ass. I didn't want this to end and all too soon the tell tail breathing proceeded him breeding me deep. Load 2 in the ass, following one down the throat. Big black guy and I would have one more go bbing each other's asses. Again he got in me but soon fell out. He left his towel and went for lube. As I waited for his return I started leaking cum and wished he'd been more patient. The slim young guy from my room reappeared and my 8 inches was quickly in his fuck shoot. When the black guy returned I hoped he'd sandwich fuck me but he grabbed his towel and left. I couldn't blame him and proceeded to pound the young ass until I bred him deeply. I slept well. They seemed to softened the music. When I awoke I took one profunctry stroll in the early morning hours to watch a middle aged bear give a gorgeous young nicely haired man with a sizable cock the most beautiful blowjob. It was amazing to see his 8 or nine medium thick cock disappear down the bear's throat. No gag in sight. Despite an old man's encouragement I wasn't treated to the orgasm. Free live porn! The end to a very satisfying night.

Part 8: Will gets a tattoo Dominic and I spent hours at his apartment watching porn. While I thought I had seen everything, it turned out that there was so much more to gay sex than I had ever known. We watched the video of me fucking Doctor Wade a few times, each time resulting in Dominic and I fucking our brains out. Though I bottomed most of the time, Dominic did take me back to his room where he laid down on his bed and lifted his legs, revealing his hairy hole. “Are you sure?” I asked. “I want to feel you unload in me,” he said. “From Doctor Wade’s comment, it sounds like you’re a real shooter.” We took a few hits of the poppers, Dominic giving me some lube he had stashed in his fridge. “It’s more poz cum,” he said. “Are you always collecting cum?” I asked. “Can’t let a good thing go to waste,” he told me. “There’s a group of guys I fuck with every once in a while who spend a whole night jerking off into a bowl. We split it up into bottles and take it home.” “And you have to be poz to go?” “That’s the requirement,” he said. “That, and you have to have a big dick.” “The next time you go,” I said, “can I come with you?” He smiled. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to come but you.” I lubed up and shoved my dick into his hole, watching as his eyes widened and his smile grew. “Fuck, is that what I feel like?” “That, plus two inches,” I said. I started pumping. I watched as Dominic fisted his dick, rubbing his thumb over his head, beads of precum oozing out. He collected the precum on his finger and held it out to me. I wrapped my lips around his fingers, tasting him. I had never tasted anything as good as him. “You’re a fucking natural,” Dominic said. “God, you dick feels amazing. I don’t think I even need to jerk off. I’ll come all on my own.” My pace quickened, shorter thrusts, rubbing his prostate in quick bursts. His body started shaking. “Fuck. Oh, fuck,” he said, his hand reaching out and grabbing my arms. “Oh, fuck me. Oh, God. I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” Ropes of cum shot out of his dick, hanging in the air before splattering down on his chest. I lost count of how many times he shot, but by the end, there was a pool of cum in his chest hair, leaking down his treasure trail, and collecting in his navel. The sight alone was enough to make me shoot. “Fuck, I’m cumming,” I moaned, my body shaking as the orgasm took hold of me. It felt even better than with Doctor Wade. “Are you still cumming?” Dominic asked, watching as my face continued to contort. “Fuck, Son. You are impressive.” “I learn from the best,” I said, catching my breath. “Shit.” “What?” “I need to piss.” “Go ahead.” I started to slip out of his hole when Dominic grabbed my arms, his legs moving down to my waste, pulling me back inside him. “What are you doing?” “I said, go ahead,” he repeated. “What, inside you?” He nodded. “I don’t… I don’t know if I can.” “You haven’t tried,” he said. “Go on. Fill me up.” With my dick still in his hole, I concentrated as hard as I could until I felt a stream of piss shoot out into his guts. “Fuck, yeah,” he moaned, his hands leaving my arms and resting on his stomach. He massaged the cum around, mixing with his hair. “I can feel it. It’s so warm.” I kept pissing until I had to strain to get anything else out. Carefully, I pulled out my dick, a tiny spurt of piss shooting back and running down my leg. Dominic sat up, his asshole clenched shut. His hands remained on his stomach. “Feels good,” he said. “I didn’t know you liked piss,” I told him. “Piss, yes. Shit, no. Even I have my limits. How about you?” “Not sure,” I told him. “I watched some videos while you were gone. It seemed kind of hot.” “Let’s see what you think, then. Come on.” He maneuvered off the bed, his hole still clutched tight to keep my piss inside. I followed him to the bathroom where he pulled back the shower curtain and motioned me inside. “Lay down,” he told me. I did as he said. “I’m going to push your piss out of my ass and back onto you. Got it?” I nodded. Dominic turned around and pulled his cheeks apart, his hole staring me straight down. After a moment, a stream of piss shot out of his hole, hitting my chest. It was warm, dribbling through my chest hair and down toward the drain. As the piss kept coming, I found myself leaning forward until it was only an inch from my chin. Before I knew it, my mouth was open and my piss was shooting out of Dominic’s ass and into my mouth. “Fuck,” Dominic said, looking back and watching as my mouth filled with piss. The taste was strong, but it found it didn’t repulse me as much as I thought it would. Once it became too much to hold, I let the piss fall out of my mouth and over my body. At this point, Dominic had emptied his ass, my cum dribbling out at the end. “How was that?” “Hot,” I told him. “Warm, I mean.” “And hot,” he added. “Did you like it?” “I kinda did,” I told him. I ran my hand over my chest, feeling the warm liquid over my skin. There was something intoxicating about doing something dirty, something I knew I would have recoiled at a few weeks before. “Now it’s my turn,” Dominic said, pointing his dick at my face. “I want you to take it in your mouth, and this time, try swallowing some.” “Is that safe?” “Perfectly,” he said. “It’s a good way to fill your stomach. Are you ready?” I nodded. A golden stream of piss shot out of his dick, splashing on my chin before entering my mouth. It was warm and the taste was even stronger than my own. Once I knew it was about to overflow, I swallowed. The taste was even more prevalent as it went down my throat. It wasn’t a flavor I liked, but knowing that it was coming from Dominic made the whole experience worth it. I continued to drink down his piss, swallowing four times before he was empty. “That’s a good pig,” he said, shaking his dick and splashing me with drops. He reached out and took my hand, pulling me up. He stepped inside the shower and held me close, his mouth meeting mine. We kissed for what felt like forever. We took a shower, Dominic sticking his dick in me and pumping out a load so that we were both even. As we went to bed, he asked me a question. “Did you give any more thought to getting a tattoo?” “I did,” I told him. “I want to do it.” “Really?” “Yeah,” I said. “I want something that marks me as poz. I know I can’t let everyone know, but having something on me that shows who I am, what is in me, feels right. That way, when I’m not here with you, I can look at it and know that you’re still a part of me.” Dominic smiled and pulled me close, kissing me. “How about tomorrow? You come with me to work and we’ll do it then. I’ve got something I need to do tomorrow too. We’ll do it together.” “Absolutely,” I said. I’d never set foot in a tattoo parlor before, now, here I was, walking into the tattoo parlor owned by the man who pozzed me, ready to get a biohazard symbol on my body. Dominic took me back to a private room so no one would see us. He wanted this experience to be private, intimate. That was fine by me as I was starting to feel nervous. I watched as Dominic started to prepare the tattoo gun, my interest peeked as he went about his usual business. “Pretty cool, right,” he said. “A lot cooler than you watching me do my job,” I said. “I like watching you,” he told me. “It’s hot seeing you stand in front of everyone, commanding respect.” I never thought of my job as being hot. Knowing I had this secret while everyone around me saw Pastor Ryder instead was hot. Just thinking about I started to get a boner. Seeing Dominic handle the tools of his trade made my boner even more pronounced. It didn’t go unnoticed. “Looks like someone’s excited,” he said. “Now, where did you want the tattoo?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “You’re the expert.” “How visible do you want it?” he asked. “On your arm, anyone can see it. On your bicep, only a few people can see it. On your chest, you can only see it when your shirtless, obviously. Mine, you can only see if my shirt and pants are off. On your ass, you can only see it if your naked or wearing a jock. We could always tattoo it on your dick.” “No,” I told him. “Not on my dick.” “So, where?” “Well,” I said. “I want it somewhere I can see it.” “So, not on your back.” “I don’t want it on my arm. I wear short sleeves at church.” “Not that anyone there would know what it means.” “They can Google.” “How about where mine is?” “Too close to my dick,” I told him. “How about on my chest?” “People will see it when your shirtless.” “Not many people see me shirtless.” “How about at the gym?” “I like showering at home.” “You’re missing some good fucks at the gym,” Dominic said. “Guys in the know like to see the symbol.” “I want it on my chest, right over my heart. That way I can see it. That way, when you fuck me, you can see it too.” “Sounds good,” he said. “You’ll need to shave your chest.” “All of it?” “Just where the tattoo will go. I’ve got some razors in that drawer along with shaving cream. Go into the bathroom and come back when you’re done.” I went to the bathroom and started shaving. I’d never shaved my chest before. Once hair started growing while I was in high school, I felt like a real man. I knew it would grow back, but I hated shaving it off. The tattoo would be seen underneath in the end. As I shaved, I felt my heart pounding beneath. Was I really going through with this? Too late to think about going too far, I realized, knowing poz cum was currently brewing in my balls. This was a minor step toward identifying as a poz man. I returned to Dominic, finding him in the process of tattooing himself. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Adding my fiftieth line,” he said, showing me his arm. Where there had been only four tally marks, there were now five, ten sets complete. “This one’s for you.” Looking at all the lines, I thought of all the men he had fucked, all the men he had converted. Was I just another one, marked on his arm and soon forgotten? What happened to all those men? Doctor Wade I had met, but what about the other forty-eight? “I know what you’re thinking,” he said. “I’m not thinking anything,” I told him. “You’re worried that you’ll become just another mark. You’re worried that I go through men like they’re nothing to me. That isn’t true. Yes, some of them were just quick fucks. Others wanted to be poz. I don’t connect to people as well as you might think. With you, with you it’s different. The sex is hotter, sure, but you’re a good man. I want to be around you. I want you always close to me. If it was possible for you to be the one to poz me, I’d do it. I’d want a part of you in me forever. Do you understand?” I nodded. I climbed into the chair and sat back, watching as Dominic readied the tattoo gun. He placed the stencil on my chest and transferred the ink. I looked down at the symbol, watching it as it pulsed above the beating of my heart. I wanted this. I didn’t turn away the entire time. I watched as the ink was injected beneath the skin. I felt calm feeling Dominic’s hand on my chest. After a few hours, he was finished. I left the chair and looked in the mirror, seeing myself, but different. Now, a black biohazard symbol adorned my chest. In the center were the initials D.M. “So that you’ll never forget the man who claimed you first,” Dominic said. “How could I forget?” I asked. “You’ll need to take care of the tattoo. You’ll moisturize the spot, keeping it clean. Don’t worry. The hair will grow back.” His smile widened. “Fuck, you’re hot.” His hands ran down my body, reaching my pants. He unbuckled them and slipped them off, moving me back to the chair. I pulled off my boxers, watching as he pulled down his pants, his dick flopping out. “Ready to continue earning that mark?” “Yes, Sir.” I spread my legs, opening my hole. “We’ve got no poppers,” Dominic said. “You’ll feel all of this.” He spit in his hand and rubbed it on his dick. He spit again and rubbed it on my hole. “Looks like your hole is already getting bigger. Clearly, we’ve been fucking a lot.” “Not possible,” I said. “Let’s test that theory,” he said, shoving his dick in my ass. It still hurt, but the pain turned to pleasure immediately. His thrusts started slow and then intensified. His eyes were focused on my chest. “Your chest was a good choice,” he said. He leaned down and bit my nipple, causing me to rise off the chair. “You sure you don’t want to pierce your dick?” “I won’t say never,” I groaned, catching my breath. “But not today.” In no time, Dominic blew his load in my ass, my load shooting up and catching in his chest hair. He almost fell forward, stopping himself. “We can’t get cum on your tattoo. We don’t want it to get infected.” “I’m already infected,” I told him, smiling, nodding to the tattoo. “Remember?” “I’ll never forget,” he said. “Let’s get cleaned up and head home. We can fuck there.” “Sounds good to me,” I said. My chest hair grew back, the tattoo still visible underneath the hair. From a distance, it was hard to see, but that made being shirtless a bit easier should someone see me. Several weeks went by, Dominic and I continuing to fuck whenever we could. There came a Sunday after church where we fucked in my office, and we were almost caught by Pastor Kline. As we dressed, Dominic said, “Have you ever wondered about Pastor Kline?” “What about him?” I asked. “He’s a good looking man.” “I guess,” I said. “To be honest, I think he looks a bit like my dad.” “Still hot,” he said. “Actually, I think he might be in the closet.” I turned to Dominic, surprised. “What? Pastor Kline? No. He’s married.” “Wouldn’t be the first time a gay man had a beard,” he said. “I think he’s hiding something.” I shook my head. “Just because you were right about me, doesn’t mean you’re always right.” “I’ve got a good track record,” he said, showing me the tally marks on his arm. “Ten of these were married men with a secret. In the end, I gave them a secret too big to conceal. Actually, two of them are together now, spreading their seed in New York.” “Don’t try anything,” I told him, “especially while I’m gone.” I was traveling back home to see my parents. My father was retiring, and they wanted me there for his party. Dominic couldn’t come with me unless we wanted to raise suspicions. “I'll only be gone for a week,” I told him. “I’m leaving tomorrow. I’ll be there Sunday. I’ll be back two days later. It’ll be fine. Just stay out of trouble.” “Will do,” he said. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ As of now, we're about 48 pages into the story. I've got a total of 100 pages (and counting) written, but I'm not sure if I'll upload everything. We'll see what happens. I have no conclusion in mind, meaning almost everyone could be toxic by the end.

I was kind of surprised a few weeks back when we got a new neighbor renting the house next door as he is a younger white guy. I say surprised as out neighborhood is all Latino and usually white people wouldn't consider renting in our neighborhood. I've seen him out watering the lawn and discretely checked him out. He's mid 20s, blonde hair, pale, and kind of chubby with some ink. I haven't seen anyone else living there with him but I have seen guys coming and going which led me to believe he was hooking up with them as they'd be there for a while and then leave, although some would stay overnight. Always younger guys too, usually white but some Latino. I'd seen him walking the neighborhood and the trail near us, usually early mornings, but sometimes later in the evening too, often by the spot where guys cruise and he's hanging out smoking a cigarette. Nothing about him screams gay, but it strikes me he's probably playing with guys or open too it. I've said hi to him a few times and chatted a little bit, know his name is Jesse, and I've picked up some details, know that he moved here from Florida, just started as a flight attendant. The other night when I got home I saw him sitting out in his front yard at an old round concrete table smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer. I swung in and said hi and he motioned for me to come over and asked if I wanted a beer. I said I did and sat in on the plastic chairs. He was shirtless and his body was glistening with sweat and I wanted to take it all in. I was probably staring more than I should and I asked how his week was and he said he was glad to have a steady job as he'd worked in hospitality before and it was rough during Covid. He mentioned that his girlfriend was trying to get a job in Dallas still and that her current job was making it difficult for her to work remotely from Dallas. I chuckled a little inside as having a GF doesn't mean anything for some guys. If they have a need they don't care if its a guy or a girl who takes care of it and I'm guessing Jesse is that kind of guy. He asked me what I did and I told him. He asked if I lived with my parents and I admitted I did and that I couldn't afford to move out. He laughed at that and said he understood that all too well and that he was pretty broke trying to afford Dallas and the move and that his GF was helping out some. As we were talking his phone was pinging and he'd look at it, type a quick response and put the phone back down, and it seemed like was probably on an app for a hook up. Finally he asked me if it was cool to smoke weed in the front yard or if we should go inside or out back to do it. I said we should probably go inside or out back as I didn't want my parents to catch me smoking weed next door. Plus I was hoping taking it inside might open things up for more than smoking a joint. We went inside and it was barely cooler than outside and he apologized saying the window until had trouble keeping things cold in the house. The window until was in the bedroom and he said we should go in there as it was a good bit cooler there. Now things were moving the way I was hoping for. I was sweating pretty heavily and took my t-shirt off so it could dry off. He set it on the back of a chair by the AC so it would catch a breeze to dry out. He lit the joint and we sat on the bed next to each other, having a hit and passing it back and forth. I realized how close he was sitting next to me and that our arms were against each other. He hadn't turned on the lights but it was easy to see each other and I kind of liked it this way anyhow. "So no girlfriend?" Jesse asked out of the blue. I said no, I didn't really have free time to date, but didn't say I wasn't interested in girls. "Yet you have time to hang with me and get high" he said, laughing and bumping me to the side. I laughed at his joke and said yeah and he leaned in and kissed me, pulling me to him. It was wild and intense and I gave into it, kissing him back deeply and passionately. "You got time to hang and do more than kiss?" he asked playfully, and I said I did and he started kissing me again and I could feel his hand on my crotch, playing with my hardening cock. I pulled him closer to me and slowly we rolled onto my back, him on top of me, pulling his shorts down as he came down on top of me. I could feel his hard cock up against me and was secretly thrilled that I was right about my suspicions. He may have a GF but he plays both ways. He was still kissing me deeply as struggled to pull my shorts down and I did my part as well and soon we were grinding our cocks against each other. "So what do want" he asked me, leaving it open. I was honest and said I wanted him to fuck me and wanted to fuck him too. He said how hot that sounded and rolled to the side so he could more easily jack my cock and remarked on how nice it was. His was nice too, thicker than I expected and uncut with a piercing at the tip I could barely make out. We kissed and jerked each other for a bit and soon he said he was close and reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out lube and condoms. My heart sank about the condoms and I said I was fine to start out raw and he could wrap when he got close to cumming. I could see his face light up at that and knew I wouldn't ask him to wrap. I was on my back and soon had my legs over his shoulders and could feel him lubing up my ass and his thick cock head straining my ass open. I'd been fucked earlier in the day so I knew I'd hardly be tight and soon he was balls deep in me, stroking and telling me how hot it was to fuck me raw, how much he loves cumming inside guys. I told him how hot his cock was and how bad I wanted his load in me, and it was clear neither of us wanted him to put a condom on. It was clear we both wanted him to cum inside me and he kept at it until his shot his load inside me, a spasming shudder I could feel as I begged him not to pull out and to stay inside me. I could see an evil smile spread across his face, taking delight in giving me what we both wanted. He'd been jerking my cock and now grabbed the bottle of lube and was quickly straddling my cock, lubing it up, his thick legs lowering his ass down on my now throbbing cock raw. I wasn't about to tell him I was close to cumming. I wanted to cum inside his ass. I didn't want him to make me wrap or pull out to cum. He was going to take my seed, willingly or not, and my guess was he wanted it, especially based on how he was riding my cock and begging for my load. I could only guess he did the same with the other guys who come by to play with him...playing the game of wanting to use condoms, but once things got raw and hot that went out the window and he took their loads and gave them his too. His face was wild with delight and wordless as I shot my load in him, him finally crying out "oh god" and "fuck yeah" as my seed burst inside him, him spinning around so he was on his back and me above him, begging me to keep fucking him and give him more, as I shifted his ankles above my shoulders and continued pounding his ass raw. Pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in balls deep as fast and as hard as I can. I didn't want him to have a moment to question the wisdom of taking me raw. He was now panting and pleading with me to cum in his ass again, begging me not to pull out and I gave him what he wanted. I got a little worried as he started crying softly saying how he had wanted to be fucked so badly and how badly he wanted my loads. I pulled him in closely and told him how good a fuck he was and any time he wanted me to breed him like that I would. I also kind of worried as he lives next door to my parents and I don't need a needy guy like him suffocating me and raising questions and suspicions with my parents. I told him how hot he was and how bad I wanted him to fuck me again, that I wanted to feel his dick in me and feel him cum inside me and soon enough he was fucking me, but not with the same wild gusto he did the first time. After he'd given me that second load we lay there on his bed under the fan and with the loud window unit blowing on us. I let up a new joint as he grabbed us two more beers and we lay together talking more about our lives. He said his GF knew about his playing with guys but not how much and how often he did it. I kind of smiled inside knowing that I was right and he was hooking up with other guys. Part of me wanted to share that I hook up a lot with other guys but I don't want to freak him out, especially after barebacking and him never even bothering to ask my status. He admitted he liked being here alone and exploring being with other guys and kind of didn't want that to end. I admitted that was why I didn't date, as I liked messing around with other guys without commitments, which got him to laugh. He admitted he was like that before he and his GF started dating. I smiled but said nothing, knowing he probably loved having other guys fuck him and probably couldn't get enough of them breeding him, pumping their seed balls deep in him. That he was no different than me, a pig who lives for taking as many loads as he can get. I looked at my cell for the time and figured I better get home in case my parents saw my truck parked out front and wondered where I was. Part of me wanted to shower, but part of me wanted to go to bed with Jesse's loads still inside me, smelling of his sweat and both our dried jizz and lube. I told him I needed to get going and thanked him for having fun. He asked for my contact info and without hesitating I gave it to him and smirked as I saw his phone lit up with messages he hadn't responded to. He'd chosen me over other guys he could have hooked up with. For all I know there were more guys wanting to come over and breed his dirty slutty ass. He walked me to the front door and we kissed again and I knew I'd be back for more. I know I'll be taking more of his loads and know he'll be taking more of mine. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and went to my room to down it and get ready for bed. a few minutes passed and I saw lights on a car pulling up in front of Jesse's house and parking, then going off. A guy got out and walked up to Jesse's door and went in. I had to chuckle to myself as it was more confirmation of how slutty he is and that apparently he can't get fucked enough. I can only hope I'm part of the rotating group of guys coming over to fill his needs.

OMG yes. Exceptionally so. It was always a feeling of being more pleasure than I could handle, and then slowly I adjusted into it where I just relaxed and embraced the sensations. And that usually led to starting right in again. Since I adjusted, I've had a couple cock suckers make me lose the ability to stand and I told them to go as much as they wanted. Led to a very quick recovery.

Hot and has me dripping. I would love PozDaddy to take my hole!

#1. "Has been out ..." I'm assuming you mean 'out-of-the-closet', as in openly gay? If not, what do you mean? #2. "just a couple of years" If he's been out of the closet for 2 years, but doesn't need sex to be happy in a relationship, what does he need out of a relationship? Does that mean he's a-sexual? Does that mean he doesn't need "relationship" sex, but does need 'outside' sex with strangers? You call him your 'boyfriend', but there's no sex with him. That's not a "boyfriend" relationship, that's a "roommate" relationship - at best. Your question implies whether you should "cheat" or not. Cheat on what? There's nothing to cheat on in the first place. Relationships are two-way constructs. Each guy gives what the other needs, and gets what he needs. Give and take. Sharing. If he's your roommate, you're not cheating on anyone when you head out for sex. If he's your boyfriend, that implies a closer construct that would normally need an honest conversation to discuss needs being met and those not being met. There are tons of relationships like yours. They're called platonic relationships, and they're perfectly acceptable. One thing they're not called though, is "boyfriend". He treats you like a king, and that's great, but it's not meeting your sexual needs. Thus, whatever your relationship is, it's not giving you what you need. Have you discussed this issue with him? Does he know that you and he see the issue of sex differently? It sounds like you could be happy enough by heading out solo to get fucked, and that might be enough for you. That said, it would be far better for you to tell - tell him that you are unfulfilled in (at least) one important way, and you need to get the issue resolved. 1. The word "cheat" implies a previous commitment not to have outside sex. Is that the case? If so, then you should re-visit the subject with him, since it's not proving sufficient for your sexual needs. He must accept that your needs for getting fucked are equally valid as his for not having sex are. If he's not comfortable having sex, so be it. That's his choice, right? His reticence cannot be controlling of your needs though. That's entirely unfair to you, to the relationship, and eventually to him. 2. Would you be happy merely jacking off all by yourself? It doesn't sound like it, since you're already considering getting outside sex. I certainly wouldn't call it cheating though, since you're not having sex with him after 5 months. You don't mention whether or not you made any promises to him, so we can't comment on that issue. I think you should have a frank conversation with him, explain it all, and see how he handles this exceptionally odd "boyfriend" set-up. Then, you'll have your answer, and you won't have to carry the burden of "cheating" on someone you clearly care deeply about. Good luck !!

Got my MPX shot today at around 10 a.m., here in Germany. Now it's 5 p.m. and I'm feeling fine so far. Let's see how it developes over the next days. 🙂

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

I have plastic teeth guards (technically for teeth straightening) but they totally smooth out the teeth so a top can fuck my throat as hard as he likes without risk to his cock. Its just the fact I can't swallow properly or talk for a while after

What a party. 🥵 So many guys, young and hot too! Almost no condoms also. Some buttons were so dam'n sexy with a mind "no-load refused". I fucked probably more than 5 times and cum twice into an inked bottom who received probably the most of loads of all the party (definitely more than 10). It was the best event in Amsterdam I think.

Sixth chapter is out! Part 6: Meeting in person -Ian: Waking up I realized to be alone. I listened to my surroundings but every room was completely silent. "Hunter!" I screamed; but no answer came. My only possibility was to call him, so I turned both my phones on hoping to find his usual goodbyes but what I found was much, much worse: “Ian, last night was hot but gifting is not my thing. Find someone else, it’s better this way. Goodbye. Hunter.” No way to reply, he could have blocked me and his number was not reachable. He even packed all his personal belongings he used to leave here when spending the night at my place! Sad, disappointed, I didn’t really know how to feel about it all so I decided it was time to wash all emotions out; my hole still hurt from the night before, so I took the chance to give it a clean up with some fresh water. After shower I began to feel at least more relaxed and I thought about what my neighbour always said regarding my blindness: “you manage to turn all failures into opportunities”. Maybe this was the case, too? It seemed that destiny decided I had to find a better gifter! But for now I needed some physical pleasure to let every negative sensation flow out of me. I opened my nightstand drawer and got my favourite sex toy; it was shaped as a huge penis, with a switch at the base but turning it on did not cause any vibration: it was remotely controlled through a smartphone, by myself or even a partner running the same application. That was my way of sexting with a guy I met on Internet who claimed he converted 3 chasers out of 3. I laid down naked on my bed fucking myself on the silent dildo; without vibration it really meant nothing to me! Leaving it inserted I took my second phone and went into the usual chat; PozCop was on line! -- BlindChaser: Hi, I’m horny as fuck! Can you help me? Toy already in place. PozCop: Fuck yeah! I’m very close to you now! BlindChaser: What do you mean? Please turn the vibe on! -- Nothing happened for a while, then a message arrived: “Stay there and wait! No toy needed, no cum wasted today.” I had just relaxed trying to reorder my feelings, when someone knocked at the door. Three firm, loud knocks. It couldn't be my neighbour, we agreed that when she needed to enter my house without keys she knocked four times, fast. Another three, four, five knocks: I ignored them and patiently waited: if they're ball-busters they'll go away fast enough. After some minutes, though, I heard some foot steps coming from outside and finally the door being unlocked. “Hunter, what’s the fucking matter with you!” I asked. “You scared me off!” The door remained open and steps were approaching but no one spoke. “Is it you, Sharon?” I hoped it was my neighbour, but those steps were too heavy to be hers. “What the fuck!” I grabbed my phone, ready to call emergency service for help, when I heard the door shutting and a person coming closer and closer to my bedroom. “Finally we’re here. Me and you”, the stranger's voice said. He was currently standing at small distance from my bed! “Ian, don't be afraid. I'm more than a friend for you!” That voice seemed familiar but I was not sure enough, I still felt scared as hell. “Fuck yourself, bastard, get your ass out of here or I call…” “Hey, hey, BlindChaser, calm and cool. Who are you going to call? The cops? Don’t waste your time, a policeman is already here!” Oh, fuck, that voice, the more he talked the more I confirmed my assumption: my gifter of dreams was really close to me! “I had enough of remotely pleasing you with a smartphone”, he said; "now it's time for you to show me your true intentions!" “Who on hell gave you my keys?” I asked, still frightened. “And above all, who are you?” “My name is Adrian, Adri for friends, and...” With no embarrassment, he sat on the bed next to me placing his hand on my back. “I'm PozCop”, he whispered at my ear. “And together with my chasers I'll help you through your conversion journey.” I felt completely vulnerable to that man; I had no courage to touch him or shaking his hand but his voice was sexy, charming and deep! “Hey boy! What's the matter?” he asked, coming even closer; “did you turn into a shy guy? Let me have a look at this hot body of yours!” I blushed a little, as except Hunter I had never heard a man giving me a compliment about my body so I decided to take it easy; “let’s see where this goes”, I thought while his warm hands were exploring my shoulders. “I feel tension here”, he said, “it’s time to relax a bit.” His fingers felt strong and gentle at the same time, it was clear he was experienced with massages… Or seduction! I was starting to get hard and he was clearly noticing it, although I was trying my best to compose myself. “Someone’s hungry”, he teased me, starting to kiss and lick all over my body; That man was really hard to resist! “You taste good”, he said, “but your shower gel’s flavor is too childishly innocent. Let vanilla and honey go to neg drama queens; an insatiable bug chaser like you needs something stronger, at least when I’m around.” “How disgusting!” I protested. “Are you asking me to stink as a dirty pig?” He laughed hard at me and I felt his body completely over me, heavy as he was. “Not at all”, he whispered, his lips closer and closer to mine. “Hunter is a dirty and stinky pig, I am a superior DNA and I want strong flavors on your skin! Mint and ginger should be better, you will discover how your hole and dick feel fresh and seducing with that gel soon enough.” I couldn’t help myself and made my move, breaking the space between us; my arms and legs wrapped around him, our hard dicks touching each others, I kissed him passionately as I never did before; it was so different from Hunter’s lovemaking, this man’s tongue literally invading my mouth was pure dominance and I felt truly complete, for the first time. I would have even paid to feel him naked, but his strong hands exploring my body made me suppose it wasn’t appropriate trying to take his clothes off or asking why he was still dressed. “Good start”, he smiled breaking the kiss. Looking back I did not recognize myself, I had just let a stranger enter my house and lay on the bed where I made love with my boyfriend! “I know what’s your feeling”, he continued while squeezing my ass cheeks with his warm, strong fingers. “Now you have a real gifter replacing your undetectable boyfriend, I can still feel his meaningless scent on your pillow.” “It’s the first time”, I replied blushing. “I have never cheated on him but it’s so thrilling to have a different man in my bed!” “From this moment on, you’re free! No one can judge your sexual life; except me, of course.” Without saying anything else, he grabbed my shoulders and made me roll on my back. “Let me in”, he commanded, “I want to try that hole of yours.” I bent my legs upwards, exposing my ass; it was still sore since the night I spent with Hunter but PozCop seemed not to care. He roughly pushed a finger in me without any spit or anything else and blocked my moves with his free hand when he noticed I was trying to reach the lube bottle above my nightstand. “No artificial fluids, boy”, he ordered. “I’m not here for cheaters. Natural contact, or nothing!” He inserted another two fingers and I pushed, to give him more access; “you’re still bleeding a little”, he warned me; “at least Hunter wrecked you good! But you need to be stretched open for my superior organ to enter, I don’t want you to feel pain when I’m all the way in.” A fourth finger in my hole made me actually yelp in pain so he withdrew them all; “no, no, boy. You are not yet ready for my virus!” Weird comment, as far as I could know: every bug chaser story I read on the Internet described tops wrecking holes even with toothbrushes to make they bleed, and now PozCop is scared by some droplets? “I notice you take care of your fuck hole and keep it always clean. This is a good start to be a chaser of mine but you’re still far from ready.” “I told you”, I replied. “There’s lube! Now make me touch your supposed superior organ, at least, please. I’m curious!” He stepped backwards and took his hands off me: “Fuck tool is mine and I decide when, and if, give it to someone. I said, you’re not yet ready and not authorized to make sexual requests to me!” “Listen, PozCop or whatever. If you beave like this it means your dick is not that great as you pretend. So, as far as I’m concerned, you can go fuck yourself.” “Tell me, is this what you want?” He asked standing up next to the bed. “I take your answer as a final rejection for me and my gift and, if so, there is no turning back!” He dropped a set of keys on my nightstand, then guided my hand on it: “I got these keys from a person you perfectly know, so I give you two options.” “These are Hunter’s”, I protested; “you should give them back.” “Now they’re mine because I am in control”, he said holding my wrist tight. “Look at me… Oops, sorry, listen to me: first option, you send me away and stay here on your own with your negative life forgetting PozCop, I’ll block you from every network and your keys are yours. And in this case, you’ll lose your friend Sharon too.” Why was he mentioning my neighbour? Had Sharon truly something to do with this man? I gasped, but he held my wrist even more firmly; it was really not the case to protest or ask questions! “I am very sorry sir… No, I don’t want to stay neg much longer! Tell me option two!” “Good boy”, he smiled. “Second option is that you can become a family member, but first I have to prove you’re worthy of my strain!” “I want to poz up”, I almost sobbed, “but my boyfriend and future gifter just dumped me with a cold farewell message.” “Yeah”, PozCop laughed. “I forced him to do that, you deserve something better than a hybrid HIV strain like Hunter’s. A smart guy as you are, must carry a smart virus!” My parents had tried to decide every aspect of my life, and now this man was doing the same! No one had the right to destroy my relationships or friendships in that way! “Ian, little chaser, open your eyes. And ears, if needed. If you two actually matched, Hunter should have already converted you good. But if he’s undetectable and especially if you didn’t tell him about your desire till yesterday, it means you’re not made to develop the sacred bond of team poz together. Accept it, you have me now and I’m all yours.” “Your voice, your touch”, I whispered to him. “I feel so right in your arms… I would like to call you Gifter!” “Of course you can”, he assured me and surrounded my naked body with his arms again. “But from now on, I am the only poz person who can touch you; then, one more thing…” I was fed up of talking and I pushed my hips back towards him, wondering why he didn’t make the first move for something sexual; “you are afraid of fucking a blind guy?” I took all my courage to ask that unpleasant question. “My eyes don’t work, but you can count on what’s left! My body is fully functional and horny as fuck!” “No, no, no, chaser Ian. You got it all wrong! I’m super excited too, but I keep it under control as my role is to guide you through this journey preventing the possibility of any regrets when it’s too late. You want to call me Gifter? So, I must be sure I’m the one who converts you.” “I respect conditions given to me”, I told him holding out my hand towards him. “And I am a Scout, so I am aware about the importance of promises.” He gripped my hand vigorously, there was no doubt about who was controlling the situation. “Words are nothing”, he said. “Now make your choice: you stay with me and let me ensure you abstain from sex till I decide otherwise, or you keep your sexual freedom but go on PrEP and stay neg till I want you to. Anyway, I’m going to teach you how to control your horniness. Ready, my chaser?” I could only answer yes, sir! “Perfect”, he grinned at me holding my shoulders. “Get dressed, then I help you packing your things. You’re going to leave this horrible house. Follow me, life is long!”

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Sucking the guy who is next in line, then sucking the dirty cock that just finished.

I love it all as well but the ultimate is when he cums inside me and I know it. It’s the completion of the act. It makes me feel complete.

After I'd cum, I was overcome with shame and disgust at what I'd done, and quickly showered and left. Bill grinned at me from behind the desk and said "see you soon, you dirty fucker!" but I vowed never to retun. For the next couple of weeks I was anxious waiting for the flu to hit or for some other symptoms to show. But nothing happened and and eventually I went for a test which came back negative. My relief was also mixed with a sense of disappointment. I thought about this and realised that I was a whore after all, and becoming pregnant from some filthy old man was the ultimate turn-on. I tried to resist it, but the need was in me now, like I was possessed or something, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Eventually, I gave in and found myself back at the sauna, handing my money to Bill as he winked at me. "Knew you'd be back," He said. " Carrying someone's baby yet?" I shook my head and he raised an eyebrow. "Is that what you want?" I blushed and gave a brief nod and he slapped my shoulder. "Knew you were a dirty sod!" He said. "We've a few more in today - couple of guys I 'ain't seen for a while 'cos they've been sick. They don't take meds so their immune system is fucked." He watched as my eyes widened with shock which was what he intended. He held out a locker-key and said "So, do you still want it, mate?" I paused, aware of the blood pounding in my ears. This was it. Decision time. I breathed deeply and took the key, heading to the lockers with his laughter behind me. I undressed, showered and went upstairs. To my surprise, it was very dark and I had to feel ahead of myself to stop banging into a wall. I found out later this was Bill's idea - to turn off the lights so you couldn't see anyone, only feel anonymous naked bodies and stiff cocks with no idea what their owners looked like or how disgusting their bodies might be. I turned a corner and passed a cubicle based on the gap in the wall my hands encountered. As I started to pass it, someone touched me. I jumped and then stood still, allowing the hand to slide over my thigh and squeeze my stiffening cock. Another hand emerged from the darkness and began to probe my hole. "Nice!" The voice was a harsh, dry whisper and another voice gave a low chuckle of appreciation. I shivered with fear and lust, not knowing what to do. "Come inside!" Whispered the voice and strong, boney fingers grabbed my wrist and started to pull me into the black cubicle. I almost resisted, but something in me responded to their touch, and I allowed them to pull me inside. Instantly, a thin, boney body was pressed against me and lips crushed to mine. I moaned as the tongue entered my mouth and couldn't help putting my arms around him. His body was thin without an ounce of fat. Then someone else got behind me and I felt a surprisingly large and stiff cock pressed against my bottom. "Mmm, fresh meat!" Said the man behind me, and I realised this must be the couple who weren't on meds. I felt the hairs rise on my neck and the fear, but the lips stayed crushed to mine, the tongue slithering disgustingly in my mouth. Then the cubicle was filled with the smell of poppers and a bottle was pushed against my nose. "Breathe deep, darling." Said the man as he released my lips. I had no choice and took a deep lungful, feeling my body mellt and my head swim. A thick finger covered in lube ploughed up me from behind and I gasped with shock. He began to move it slowly in and out and I began to moan with pleasure. " That's it, open up for daddy" The voice behind me was croaky and I reached back to feel skinny legs and a bulging belly above his enormous cock. I groaned in surrender as the poppers were thrust at me again and suddenly a hand pushed my shoulders forward and down and the huge cock began to slide into me. I cried out with pain and pleasure as he slid it home until his paunch was pressed agianst my buttocks. "Shhh!" whispered the man in front of me "Let him in, there's a good boy" I could only sob with surrender as he began to fuck me, and gratefully took the other man's cock in my mouth and steadied myself on his thighs against the brutal thrusts. "That's it, matey. Let old Harold fuck your sweet arse! You're gonna get what you want, don't worry. Open your hole for him." I gasped, but reached back to pull my buttocks apart so the big cock could get in deep. Harold grunted with pleasure as his movements became more jerky in my hole. "Oh yeah, gonna give you a baby you little slut!" Then he gasped and grunted like a pig, forcing himself into me and I felt his cock throbbing as he spurted. "Oh, you dirty bastard! It's in you now!" Said the man in front of me. "Don't fight it!" I groaned and crouched there, accepting the cock spurting toxic cum into me as the man stroked my head tenderly. At last, the enormous cock slid out and I felt the wetness around my anus. "Your turn, Peter." They turned me round and Peter slide his cock into me as Harold pushed my head down to clean his cock. Suddenly, I had a clear image of myself sandwiched between their diseased bodies and the tears splashed from my eyes at my depravity even as I pushed back and squeezed my hole around the thrusting cock, eager to milk more poz cum from him and get myself knocked up.

Ooops, the last part didn’t have any sex in it. Need to fix that ------------- Part 17 - Intern-al Mark opened the door and there stood Paul with a gym bag. “Come on in. Paul, this is my boyfriend Eric, Eric this is Paul from the office.” After the introductions Paul said “I have my outfit in my bag, I figured you didn’t want all your neighbors watching me come in dressed like a stripper.” “They’ve seen worse” Eric joked. “Can I change clothes?” Paul asked and Mark showed him to the spare bedroom. Mark and Eric slid the coffee table over to the side to give Paul plenty of room to move. Mark yelled out “Paul, do you want something to drink? Beer, booze, water?” Paul yelled back “Water would be good and maybe some tequila if you have some.” Mark went into the kitchen and got a glass of water and picked up 3 glasses and the bottle of tequila. Coming back into the living room he set the glasses down and poured a generous shot into the glasses. Paul came out of the room dressed in shiny silver track pants and a shiny red shirt. Mark could see the tear-away seams on the sides of both the pants and shirt and smiled. He handed a shot to Paul and another to Eric and they toasted with a simple “Salut.” Mark and Eric sat down on the couch together and Paul hit play on his phone to get the music started. As Paul danced Mark was impressed with the nimbleness of his body and as each part of clothing got removed he liked seeing more and more of Paul’s body. Eric reached over and started to rub Mark’s growing bulge. Soon, Paul was giving attention to both Mark and Eric, pulling both of their shirts off. Paul finally pulled his shirt apart revealing a red leather harness on his chiseled, hairless chest. Mark smiled as he saw under the harness on Paul’s left pec was a scorpion tattoo with a red stinger. Paul wasn’t shy about making body contact with his audience and soon he had Mark standing next to him in just his jockstrap. The dance got more and more erotic and Eric was the next to be standing up almost naked. Cocks were stroked, asses felt up, tongues explored and nipples were bitten. Mark wasn’t sure when the music stopped but Paul was on his knees, completely naked licking his cock through the material from the jock. Quickly, Paul turned his attention to Eric who was now completely naked. Eric’s cock was hard and he slapped Paul’s face with it. Mark pulled his jockstrap off and freed his dripping cock and stood next to Eric letting Paul shift between the two hard cocks in front of him. He was surprised at how easy Paul was able to take his pierced cock all the way down his throat. As he moaned he wondered how he was going to bring up the issue of HIV status before things went much farther. He wasn’t going to stealth breed a co-worker and risk his job. Mark pulled Paul to his feet and rubbed his cock along Paul’s crack and whispered in his ear “I like the tat. Are you a scorpio or does that cock have a sting to it?” Paul froze, unsure how to answer while Eric leaned over and bit and tongued Paul’s nipple. After several seconds, Paul said “I’m a Virgo and its got quite a sting.” Mark whispered back “Fuck yeah, ours too. You up for a recharge?” “Oh god yeah” was Paul’s response. Mark grabbed Paul by the harness and dragged him into the bedroom with Eric right behind. Pushing Paul on to the bed on his back with his head over the edge of the bed, Mark lowered himself down and pushed his cock into Paul’s mouth as Eric started to rim Paul’s ass, pushing his legs back to his chest. Mark felt Paul moan around his cock as Eric got more and more aggressive. Fingers joined his tongue in prepping Paul’s tight hole for the fucking that Eric planned. Mark fucked Paul’s throat and Eric finger fucked his pussy. Two then three and finally four fingers were shoving in and out of his hole stretching and tugging. Eric couldn’t wait any longer and moved in driving his raw cock deep inside Paul’s hole. Eric had only fucked Mark once since the flu and he needed to fuck and breed really bad. His thrusts got harder and longer until he was pulling all the way out and slamming back into Paul’s now gaping pussy. He knew he was close and looked at Mark for approval to breed his co-worker. Mark grinned and nodded before saying “Do it.” Eric unleashed a torrent of cum into Paul’s fuckhole. Pumping in what he felt like was a gallon of toxic jizz, a look of ecstasy rushed over his face. Mark had buried his cock into Paul’s throat when Eric started to shoot in the other end and pulled out as Eric stopped shaking from his orgasm, hearing Paul gasp for breath. Mark pulled his spit covered cock out and pushed Paul to the middle of the bed, flipping him over on to his knees and rammed his cock into Paul’s cum slick hole. He pulled him up so that Paul’s back was against his chest. He reached around and pinched Paul’s nipples and whispered in his ear “Is this what you wanted to happen tonight? Be a cumdump for our toxic seed?” Paul was moaning loudly and fucking his ass back on Mark’s cock. He turned his head and said “Fuck yeah, its been so long since I had real poz cock inside me. Too many guys are on meds these days.” After a few minutes of grinding his ass on Mark’s cock he said “Oh my god I’m about to cum.” Mark looked at Eric and said “Back your hole on his cock before he shoots. You need another strain.” Eric nodded and got on all fours in front of Paul and moved back, positioning Paul’s cock on his assring. He shoved his body back, feeling Paul’s cock rip into him. “Oooooohhhh fuck thats so hot” moaned Paul. Mark could feel Paul’s hole contract around his cock and knew he wouldn’t last long. He held Paul’s hips and pounded faster but he wanted Paul to shoot first so he could enjoy Paul’s orgasm from the inside. He didn’t have to wait long and with a few twists of Paul’s nips, he felt Paul begin to flood Eric’s hole. Mark started pumping his load into Paul, adding to Eric’s diseased cum. He waited until Paul’s orgasm ended and pulled him down horizontally to the bed, his cock still inside Paul’s pussy. Eric was similarly attached to Paul and they lay there spooning for several minutes before they recovered. “So, I guess I found out another of your secrets” Mark said to Paul. “Yeah, that’s probably one I shouldn’t advertise around the office. Are you really poz too?” Paul asked. “Hehe, yeah. Eric is one of my recent, uh, victims.” “You’re toxic? No meds? Fuck, yeah” Paul said enthusiastically. “Yeah, its been four months since I tested poz. I want to stay toxic as long as I can. I really get off on knocking up neg guys. Every time I find out one converted, I crave more.” Mark explained. Paul smiled and continued “Me too. Over six years so far. Though I mostly bottom. A few guys have paid me for my gift and I breed a lot of chasers. It must be pretty potent since I’ve gotten a few one-and-done pozzings in the past few months. Even did a straight couple last month. The guy paid me a lot of money.” “Damn, you got pozzed young. You weren’t chasing at that age, were you?” Eric asked. “I was a slut. I couldn’t get enough cock. I never asked status and some of those were poz. It’s simple. I wouldn’t change a thing” Paul replied with a grin. Mark’s cock got harder as he heard Paul tell his story. He pulled back and thrust his cock back into Paul’s cunt. Paul moaned. Eric pulled off and pushed a finger in his own ass and then sucked the infected seed off his finger. “I think we’re ready for round two. Paul, ride Mark’s cock. Let’s see just how slutty that hole can be” Eric said followed by a sinister laugh. Mark always got worried when Eric started to get aggressive. It was how he took his first fist, tied down and helpless to do anything about it. Eric was not gentle fisting him and it took weeks for his ass to recover. Paul climbed up and straddled Mark’s abs and lined up the shaft and pushed it back inside. Leaning on Mark’s shoulders, he started fucking himself on the thick cock, taking long strokes until he could feel the piercing at his outer ring and then going back down. He felt a hand between his shoulder blades and it started to push him down. Mark took over and started to thrust his hips up driving his cock into Paul’s stretched out pussy. Eric climbed up on the bed and rested his dripping cock just above Paul’s hole, feeling Mark’s cock rub against it. Eric started to push, stretching Paul’s hole until he finally squeezed in next to Mark’s still moving cock. It had been a long time since Paul had been double penetrated and the pain was intense at first. He was biting his lip and stifling his scream. After a while the pain slowly subsided and turned into pleasure until Eric slammed his cock all the way in. Paul let out a scream and his body dropped down on top of Mark with his head in the pillow next to Mark’s head. Mark kept up the pace, pounding in and out squeezing between Eric’s cock and the walls of Paul’s fuckhole. Once Paul got used to being stuffed like this, Eric started to fuck his hole as well. Moving in the opposite direction as Mark, the sensations were driving Paul crazy. His cock throbbed and twitched between his and Mark’s bodies, soaking both bodies in precum. Mark knew he couldn’t last much longer with the stimulation his cock was getting. He stopped for a moment letting Eric’s cock stroke his cock and Paul’s pussy. Once he caught his breath, he started to jackrabbit Paul’s hole until he erupted, pumping another load of charged seed into him. Eric felt Mark’s orgasm and rammed his cock all the way in as he too added more venom into Paul. The three laid there as their bodies slowly stopped writhing in ecstasy. Eric kissed the back of Paul’s neck and then pulled his cock out, covered in cum. Paul leaned back with Mark’s cock still inside his ravaged hole as Eric walked around the bed and stood over Mark’s head. Paul lapped at Eric’s cock, savoring the taste of the combined cum on it. Eric leaned against the wall as Paul cleaned his cock, balls and groin and then said “Open your mouth.” Paul did as he was told and Eric rested the head of his cock on Paul’s bottom lip and let his bladder empty. Paul was guzzling the piss as fast as he could but some still dripped down his chin onto Mark’s torso. Paul grabbed Eric’s waist and impaled Eric’s cock in his mouth, forcing the piss straight down his throat. Once the stream stopped, Eric pulled his cock out and leaned over, giving Paul a deep kiss, tasting the cum and piss that was still lingering in his mouth. Paul raised his body up and felt Mark’s cock fall out of his gaping hole with cum running down his leg. He rolled over and laid on the bed next to Mark smiling. “So, what do you think of my new dance routine?” Paul asked jokingly. They all laughed before getting up and moving into the shower. After they were rinsed off, Paul put his regular clothes on and stuffed his dance outfit in his gym bag. He hugged and kissed both Mark and Eric and walked out of the apartment.