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Like anything - Monkeypox, C19, HIV, Riding a motorcycle in t-shirt and shorts... It's all about how you perceive risk and how you mange it, to keep your anxieties low enough to still have fun. I find that if I have figured that out in advance, then I am able to make sensible decisions in the moment without overthinking or procrastinating. I think that then when guys haven't reached this point it leads to the worst sin in hookup world: leading someone on then changing your mind. Everyone's perceptions of risk and their situation and anxieties are different. What's good for one person may not suit another. The best answer for you is one of your own devising, based on facts you trust. We live in an age of influencers and pundits trying to foist their own agendas on us. Even if you think your agendas are aligned, you can never be sure the facts and thinking behind them are sound. Asking this question here is going to get an answer biased toward the lifestyle this site promotes. Only you can figure out the best answer for yourself but if it helps you figure it out, I think understanding other people decisions and most importantly, the reasoning behind them is helplful. For example, during C19 lockdown I was really exceptionally risk averse: my mother was having treatment for cancer. Although we were vaccinated, catching C19 - however mild after the vaccine - would likely have been fatal. Some guys I spoke to thought I was being overcautious, but I didn't want that on my conscience, so despite having opportunities and getting invites - I had to decline. Last year the situation inevitably changed and once the dust settled, I was able to adjust my attitude to risk. What I've found is that the landscape had changed somewhat - and the online/app scene is now very hard to get guys to switch from fantasy to reality. When the clubs, bars and saunas reopened, this was my playtime, although many were slow to return. Even before monkeypox, numbers were 50-70% of where they were. As far a Monkeypox goes, knowing my body and how it reacts, I figured that I'd likely be OK in the long term if I had it, and the worst thing was that it might be embarrassing to explain at work. My partner is quite scared of it, so I had to take his feelings into account. After talking to a couple of guys I knew who caught it at Darklands, I felt a bit more informed about what to expect. Based on this, I figured I was happy reducing down to a few 1-2-1 meets, but not comfortable in darkrooms and saunas. We were lucky enough to get the monkeypox vaccine about three weeks ago, and I've re-adjusted again. They tell me it's not 100% effective so there is still residual risk... But it's low enough that I've really enjoyed SOP and done a couple of sessions in the saunas. It's been fun, but it has been really quiet out as a lot of guys are still staying away... TL;DR: Everyone should inform themselves to make their own balance of risk/anxiety vs reward.

Part 9: Will discovers something BIG Arriving home brought about anxiety. For some reason, I believed my parents were going to be able to smell the gay on me, as if my breath would smell like the dick I’d been sucking. As I pulled into their driveway, I saw that my brothers had already arrived. I rang the bell, my mother greeting me. “You’re here!” she exclaimed. “Hi, Mom.” “How are you? You look good.” “I feel good,” I told her. There was no need to tell her that I was HIV positive and fucking a man almost twice a day. “Where is everyone?” “Your father is at church,” she said. “Naturally.” “Now, Zack and Bridget are in his old room. Uncle Michael is in your old room. You and Jay will have to share.” “For a week?” “Just until Sunday. Uncle Michael leaves then.” “This is ridiculous.” “When you’re married, you can have a room all to yourself and your wife. Until then, you share with your brother.” “Fine,” I said. I went and got my bags, hiking them up to Jay’s old room. Posters of bands we hadn’t been allowed to listen to covered the walls. Though Zack and I had remained in our faith, Jay decided early on to live his own life by his own rules. He got flack about it from our parents, but he didn’t care. I guess I’m the black sheep now, I thought, dropping my bags on the floor. “I get the bed,” a voice said from behind. I turned and saw Jay standing in the doorway. While I shared a resemblance to our mother, Jay had our father’s features. He was a bit shorter than me, but his muscles were more pronounced. In many ways, he reminded me of Doctor Wade. Just the thought caused my dick to jump in my pants. “Why do you get the bed?” I asked. “Because it’s my bed,” he said. I already knew this was going to be a long week. I called Dominic every chance I got. “I feel so anxious here,” I told him. “I feel like I’m about to jump out a window.” “Do something to get your mind off of it,” he told me. “Jerk off a few times. That should help.” “The bathroom door doesn’t lock,” I told him. “And I’m sharing a room with Jay.” “Jay’s the one with the six inch dick, right? Shorter but ticker?” “Are you really going to talk about my brother’s dick right now?” “I’m trying to make you laugh. I know this is a stretch, but are there any adult video stores nearby?” “What?” “Adult video stores. You know, where you go to buy porn instead of looking it up on the internet. Go to one of those and jerk off.” “In what, their parking lot?” “They’ve got private rooms in the back,” he said. “Trust me. You’ll feel better after. Besides, sometimes there are gloryholes you can suck a dick through. Maybe sucking someone’s dick will help you calm down.” I hated to admit it, but the idea was growing on me, and not just because my dick was growing at the thought of sucking someone’s dick. I told my parents that I was going to drive around a bit, see some of my old stomping grounds, and that I would be back before dinner. I knew of one adult video store outside of town, far enough that if anyone saw me, they wouldn’t know who I was. When I got there, I went inside and looked around. There were aisles of porn DVDs and magazines. A sign in the back advertised private viewing booths. I went back and found one that was open, stepping inside and locking the door. There was a tiny tv and a slot for quarters, telling me I had to pay to watch. I guess that made sense, but Dominic hadn’t told me to bring quarters. Realizing I had wasted my time, I turned around and was about to leave when I saw the hole in the wall. I had seen enough porn to know a glory hole when I saw one. I knelt down and looked through, seeing a shadow pass the wall in the room next door. I moved my face closer, trying to see if it was a man or woman, when my answer was given to me. Immediately, a dick came popping through the hole, a bead of precum handing from the tip. Without hesitation, I grabbed the dick and licked the precum off the head, hearing a groan from the other side. Instantly the dick started to grow. It wasn’t huge. It was smaller than mine, but it looked beautiful as it pulsed in front of me, wishing for my mouth to return. I sucked the head and took the balls in my hands, massaging them, feeling their weight. They were hairy, a musky odor clinging to the skin. I breathed it in deep, relishing the smell. It wasn’t nearly as good as Dominic’s, but it was still incredible. I opened my mouth and took in as much of the dick as I could. Since sucking Dominic off, I had gotten better at holding off my gag reflex. Now, I could take a dick down my throat without a problem. I sucked slowly, allowing the intensity of the feeling to build. I could feel the heat radiating off the dick, more precum oozing out. It tasted so good. I started to move my mouth along the shaft, my hand replacing my mouth to keep the pressure going. After a few minutes, I could hear the man on the other side of the wall groan, his body pressing harder against the wall. “I’m… gonna… cum…” he moaned. As I opened my mouth, the voice of the man replayed in my head. That voice, it sounded familiar. I looked at the cock in my hand and did a quick calculation of its measurements. It was six inches. It was a thick cock, thicker than normal. The taste of the precum reminded me of the first time I had tasted my own. Can cum taste the same if it’s from the same family. As I realized who was standing on the opposite side of the wall, his cock throbbed and ropes of cum shot out, filling my mouth and covering my face. “Fuck, man,” the voice said, the spurts of cum subsiding, leaving me drenched. He pulled his dick back through the hole. “Thanks, dude. That felt fucking great.” I remained on my knees, listening as the door of the other room opened and closed. I wanted to look out and see his face, but there was no need. I knew it had been him. I sat in the chair in my booth, my face reflected in the television screen. Cum was dripping down my face, collected in my facial hair. Most of it was in my mouth. I tasted it, knowing it tasted like my own. Not knowing what to do, I swallowed Jay’s cum and sat in silence, wondering what I was going to do. “You’re sure it was him?” Dominic asked. “I’m positive,” I told him. After I left the adult video store, I called Dominic, telling him what had happened. “It was Jay. It was Jay’s dick. Oh my God. I just sucked my brother’s dick. I just swallowed my brother’s cum.” I waited for Dominic to say something. “Dom?” “I mean, it’s kinda hot,” he said. “Are you serious?” “I’m sorry, but it is. I grew up wanting to suck my brother’s dick. Then, when I realized I was bigger than him, I wanted him to suck my dick. I know you’re weirded out, but I can’t even begin to explain to you how turned on I am right now. Honestly, my dick is in my hand and I’m ready to blow.” “I have to share a room with him,” I said. “How am I supposed to look him in the eye after that?” “Look him in the eye, just don’t look directly at his dick.” “Be serious.” “Listen. You’re not going to get what you want from me. I’m jealous. I know a ton of guys who would love to suck their brother’s dick. And besides, didn’t you say he called you dude? That means he knew it was a guy on the other side. That means he likes guys sucking his dick. Maybe your brother is gay.” “And if he is,” I said, “he’ll see my tattoo and figure out that I’m poz.” “So what if he finds out?” “He’s not good at keeping secrets.” “He must be pretty good if you never knew he was getting his dick sucked by guys. I’m just saying don’t freak out. Up to the point that you discovered it was Jay, were you enjoying it?” I sighed. “Yes.” “Alright. Hold on to that. If I were you, I would be getting into his pants the second I could again. But, if that’s not an option, you’re just going to have to lay low. Don’t draw attention to yourself. Also, wear a t-shirt when you sleep so he doesn’t see your tattoo. Problem solved.” “I guess,” I said. When I returned home, everyone was back. We joined together for dinner, my mother placing Jay on the other side of the table from me. I tried to avoid eye contact with him, but I knew he saw me looking over a few times with a shameful glance. “How’s your church, Will?” my father asked. “Good,” I told him. “We’ve had several new members. I’ve actually become friends with one of them.” “A woman?” Zack asked. “A man,” I said. “Are you dating anyone?” my mother asked. “Not at the moment,” I told her. “You should really be trying to find someone,” my father told me. “People want to see their pastors married. You must be their example.” “If he doesn’t want to get married, he doesn’t have to get married,” Jay said. “I never want to get married.” “That’s because you're a dirty heathen,” Uncle Michael said. “That’s me,” Jay said, smiling. “Hell, table for one.” “If you don’t believe in God anymore, why are you here?” Zack asked. “Are you planning on making a spectacle of yourself?” “That’s an idea,” Jay said. “No. Regardless of what you think of me, I still love Dad even if I don’t love God. I’m here for him.” “How about we change the subject,” my mother said. Once dinner was over and a bit of television was watched, I went to Jay’s room and started getting ready for bed. I blew up an inflatable mattress and searched through my bags for clothes to sleep in. “What are those?” Jay asked. “Pajamas,” I said. “You’re a grown man,” he said. “Sleep in your underwear or sleep naked. That’s what I do. Besides, the central air is broken, and it’s almost eighty degrees in here. Maybe more.” “I’m fine,” I said. I went to the bathroom and changed, checking my white shirt to see if the tattoo was visible. It wasn’t. As I reentered Jay’s room, I found him standing by his bed completely naked. My eyes were drawn to his dick, the same dick which had been in my mouth only hours before. “See something you like?” he asked. I ignored him. “I don’t need to tell you just how much the ladies just love a thick cock. Oh, that’s right. You don’t know. You’re the last virgin in the house. Maybe on the planet. Well, let me tell you, they love it.” “I don’t care, Jay.” “They love it when I shove my tick dick into their tight pussies. I’m too much of a man for most of them. When it comes to their mouths, forget it. I break jaws.” “I said, that’s enough.” “Fine,” he said. “Jealousy is an ugly thing.” “Why would I be jealous of a dick that’s smaller than mine?” I said. There was silence. “First of all,” Jay said, “congrats on using the word ‘dick.’ Second, your dick is not bigger than mine.” “Yes, it is,” I said. “Really?” “Yes.” “How big?” I turned to him. Jay was now standing next to my mattress, his dick waving above me, almost completely hard. For a moment, I wanted to reach out and touch it, to lick the head, to taste his precum. “You really want to know?” “I’m a little over six inches,” he said. “Over six inches around too. Seven even.” “Eight,” I told him. “No, I’m not eight around.” “No,” I said. “Eight inches. I’m eight inches.” Jay laughed. “No, you’re not.” “Yes, I am.” “Prove it.” “What?” “Prove it,” Jay said. He turned and went to his desk, opening a drawer where he dug inside before pulling out a measuring tape. What was with Dominic and Jay keeping measuring tape at the ready? “You kept Mom’s measuring tape in your room so you could measure yourself?” I asked. “So?” he said. He threw me the measuring tape. “Prove it.” I stared at him for several seconds before taking the measuring tape and pulling it beneath the covers. “No,” he said. “Out and proud. I want to see what you’re working with.” “Are you serious?” “If you’re going to tell me that you’re bigger than me, I want proof. I want to see it with my own eyes.” “I’m not hard.” “Then get hard,” he said. “You want me to pull up some porn on my phone? Is porn too extreme for you, Pastor Ryder?” My temper had reached its limit. I threw off my covers and stood up, standing in front of Jay. I pulled down my shorts and boxers, revealing my dick. For a brief moment, I saw a look of uncertainty on Jay’s face. “Jerk it,” he said. I reached down and started pulling at my cock. Seeing Jay standing in front of me naked helped the blood flow. Images of Dominic fucking me pushed me even further, my dick springing to life. “Fuck,” Jay said as I ran the measuring tape along my dick. “See. Eight inches. Actually, Eight and some change. I’m not as thick as you. Still only five inches. Congrats on girth. Are you happy now?” I threw the measuring tape at him and leaned down to pull up my boxers and shorts but stopped as Jay spoke. “Why were you at the adult video store today?” I froze. “What are you talking about?” “Your car. I saw it at the adult video store. Why?” “That wasn’t… I wasn’t… I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I showed the guy at the counter a picture of you on my phone,” Jay said. “He said he saw you go back to one of the booths. He also said he saw you looking at the gay porn.” “I wasn’t looking at gay porn.” “But you were there?” I was silent. Jay stepped closer. “It was you, wasn’t it? In the other booth? You were the one that… that sucked my dick.” I couldn’t breathe. My heart was racing. He had known it was me. He had put his dick through the hole knowing it was me on the other side. He had wanted me to blow him. Why?

PART 7 I could feel Benicio’s soft chest hair rubbing against my smoother skin. His muscles tensing against mine as we pulled one another even closer. He was a passionate kisser. I ran my hands through his hair, pulling him deeper into the lip lock. He didn’t resist — in fact, he relished it. His hands moved across my body, exploring my athletic build. He cupped my ass in his hands, massaging it. I reached down and did the same. He tilted his head back and grinned at it — damn, he had a devilish grin. He ran one finger along my hole, gently exploring the soft skin. “Like that?” He asked. I nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.” Then I slipped my finger I between his ass cheeks and gently probed his hole. It felt so hot — the heat radiating from his hole. I knew I wanted to have my tongue in there. Benicio moaned quietly, burying his head into my chest. I think he whimpered a little as I dug into his hole. He slid his head to the left and bit down on my nipple — it was my turn to yelp. He didn’t let go, but instead swirled his tongue across my nipple. Jared had never done anything like this, so I was totally surprised by the electric shocks it sent through my body. He started kissing my abs, working his way down my body until he reached my stiff cock. It was raging at this point — in fact it was so swollen it almost hurt. Benicio looked up at me as he silently slid his mouth along my shaft for the first time. I groaned again. ”Fuck! That feels amazing.” Benecio responded by taking my whole cock into his mouth and easing it into his throat. How did he do that without gagging? He nuzzled his nose right into my short hairs. Then his finger found my hole again and began caressing it. Pleasure overwhelmed my body and I actually stepped back, instinctively pulling my cock out of his mouth. I gasped and laughed at the same time. Benecio grinned at me, still kneeling in front of me as I awkwardly tried to balance myself while my head was rushing with the intense feelings. “Liked that, huh?” “Oh my gawd that was amazing,” I gasped. “There’s more to come. Lots more cum.” He suddenly stood up, wrapped his arms around me, and started making out again. I was still breathing heavy but still managed to wrestle with his tongue back and forth in our mouths. I was running my hands through his hair again, then let one hand drop to his ass. It was so firm and smooth, with just a trace of soft hairs between the cheeks. My finger found his hole again and began to probe it. Benecio growled, breaking our break and turning his head to gently bite my neck. “Oh baby,” he whispered in my ear as my finger dug a little deeper, his hole opening slightly. “Oh baby, please. Please.” I dug a little deeper and he winced. “Lube,” he whispered. “Do you want to come back to my room? I have supplies there.” Benecio raised his head and looked into my eyes. “No.” My heart sank. Benicio leaned away from me and pumped a couple loads out of the dispenser on the wall. Using the soap, he slicked up my cock then turned around, pushing his ass against my body. He didn’t have to ask twice. I put a hand between his shoulders and bent him forward. He placed his hands against the tiled wall and widened his stance, his ass pressed back. This was not his first time offering his ass in the showers. I lined my slicked dick up with his hole and pressed forward. There was a moment of resistance at his hole, the muscles tightening at the pressure coming from the outside. But Benacio relaxed and I felt his sphincter open up, welcoming me inside. I felt the ring of muscle slide down my cock. Beyond it was amazing warmth that engulfed by cock. I moaned and Ben sighed. I knew what he was experiencing — that first penetration was both exhilarating and a bit painful. For me, burying my cock inside him was pure bliss. I haven’t fucked anyone in weeks — not since Jared left school for the summer. I looked down as my shaft slid in and out, my pale skin disappearing into his caramel ass. It felt like his ass molded around my cock, massaging the entire length as I moved it inside him. “Fuck me, baby,” he said softly. He pushed his ass back to meet my thrusts. Water slapped between our bodies, and the sound was even louder here in the small shower room. I started thrusting faster, the slapping sound echoing off the tiles. I grabbed Benecio’s hair and pulled his head back — Jared had always asked me to do that. Benecio seemed to like it just as much. “Oh! Oh! Fuck me, baby! Oh fuck!” I was even more turned on by his reaction and was giving his ass my all. My cock was raw inside him. I hadn’t fucked raw much before — just that time Jared had pulled the condom off of me mid-fuck. To just fuck raw was hotter than anything else.I could feel how soft it was inside of Benecio, and the heat of his body temperature radiating around my shaft. My cock was so swollen from the intensity. I watched it glide in and out of his hole. “Sorry,” I said. “I’m not gonna last long.” “Give me that load,” Ben said, looking over his shoulder at me. His eyes were so intent. I knew he wanted me to breed him. I knew that feeling now. I could feel the pressure building inside me. I’d cum inside Jared that night he pulled the rubber off of me. I could feel the irresistible urge to plant my seed inside Benecio. He wanted it, too. But another voice in my head was quietly screaming. I’d taken two loads in my ass this summer, and I knew for a fact that Henry was poz. I didn’t know anything about the security guard except that his cock was amazing, but was he poz, too? Was I poz now? Am I about to poz someone? I knew I should pull out and shoot across his back — Benecio would still be happy. We’d both still cum after a hot fuck. But I couldn’t pull out. I didn’t want to pull out, and he didn’t want me to. We both wanted this to happen. I felt my cock throb and then explode, my cum starting to pulse into his hungry ass. “AHHH! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh hhhhh ahhh hhhh!!!” “Oh fuck yeah! Give me that load!” Ben started fucking himself on my hard cock even as it was spewing inside him. He was trying to get every drop. I stood there, my head swimming with the intense release and my body quaking. It was all inside him now. There was no stepping back from it; I had bred his ass with my raw load. We stood there for a long moment, both relishing the connection. I didn’t want to pull out, not yet. I slowly stroked his hole with my cock, the sensation actually really intense on my dick. My body spasmed. Benecio moaned softly, letting me slowly stroke inside his hole. “That was amazing,” he said. He leaned forward and began to stand, my cock sliding free of his ass. We both stumbled, trying to catch our independent balance. My heart was still pounding. Benecio turned around and we started making out in middle of the shower room again. I let my body relax into his arms. It was so comfortable and easy with him. Then that voice in the back of my head started getting louder again. What had I just done? I’d taken a couple toxic loads from guys. Do I even know what my status is now? Ben had been fucked by the security guard, too. In fact, that’s who he’d been waiting for tonight. Was he looking for charged loads? Had I just given him one? [Let me know if you’re enjoying Jeremy’s unexpected evolution. Piggies are always appreciated. I foresee something BIG happening in Jeremy’s near future…..]

Part 3 Matt and Ben kept trading off between the two bottom boys, dark hairy Adam and blonde hairy Josh, using the loads that were already in their pussies as lube. They kept making out while their cunts got used, and after a long pounding, they each took a load, Adam from Matt and Josh from Ben. They all collapsed in a heap and were lying on the bed, fondling each others cocks and chilling out, passing the pipe back and forth, getting more and more spun and horny. Adam had never felt this slutty and his hole was hungrier than he’d ever known. He wanted every man in the world to fuck him and couldn’t stop playing with his cumlogged hole. Matt reached over to fill the pipe again, loading it up with some big shards, and shoved it in Adam’s mouth, carefully holding the lighter underneath the glass bowl. He inhaled a huge cloud and started to blow it out when Josh put his mouth over Adam’s and sucked the cloud into his lungs. Adam was startled but so turned on when he realized what was happening. Ben laughed and said “don’t waste good drugs, fag boy.” They were all laughing when the door opened and several voices came from the other room. “Anybody home?” Adam looked at the others slightly alarmed, and Matt rubbed Adam’s furry chest and said “don’t worry, fag. It’s just our Dad. He’s gay too, and the biggest pig of all of us. He has a key to our place and we fuck around all the time.” “Wait. Your Dad is gay?” Josh laughed and said “You have NO idea.” Just then a short, muscular man walked into the room, wearing a tank top, shorts and a cap. He looked to be about 45, 5’6” and with Matt and Josh’s blonde hair covering his whole body. The apples did not fall far from this hot as fuck tree. He laughed. “You motherfuckers started without me. I came over as soon as Matt texted me, and I brought Dan and Brian too. Who’s the sexy little pig who can’t stop playing with his cumdump?” Adam blushed since he knew the older man was talking about him and he realized that his fingers were as far up his ass as he could get them, playing with the loads inside. “Um, I’m Adam, sir." The man laughed and said “You don’t have to call me Sir unless you want to, son. I’m Mike. And these filthy pigs are Dan and Brian.” Mike walked further into the room and started to quickly undress, accepting a shotgun from his son Matt. Dan and Brian were both in their 30s, tall and bearded. Dan was dark with curly black hair all over his body and Brian was smooth with a brown buzz cut and a treasure trail leading into his shorts, which quickly hit the floor. The three older men pulled up chairs and sat by the bed so they could begin to catch up on the T. They all had sizable dicks, particularly Mike. Josh was shorter than his father and brother, but somehow had come out with the biggest cock. “You got any points, son?” Matt reached over to the table and pulled out a small box full of loaded points. He handed one to each of the newcomers and then turned to Adam saying “you get another one, whore. We’re all gonna breed your cunt. Even Josh.” This wasn’t a request, it was an order and Adam knew that he wanted as much cock as he could possibly get. Josh laughed too, even though he also knew this was an order from Matt. He never turned down Matt’s orders. Mike took the point from Matt and said “Get on your knees boy. Suck my cock while I slam this point. I love having a dirty little fag like you suck my cock while I’m slamming.” Adam quickly hopped down onto the floor and took Mike’s fat uncut cock in mouth. It was completely hard but the foreskin still hooded the tip. “Get your tongue down in under the hood, faggot,” Mike growled. Adam quickly complied and was rewarded with a foreskin full of precum. Mike quickly tied off his arm, slipped the needle in the vein and shoved the plunger down. Mike snapped the band off his arm and coughed twice, then he handed the syringe to Matt and grabbed Adam’s ears, shoving his mouth deep on his cock, and holding it there while Adam started to gag. “That’s my boy. You a good little cocksucking faggot?” Mike didn’t wait for an answer since Adam obviously had his mouth full. He just slapped Adam to get him to stop gagging. “Where’d you find this one, Matt?” Mike knew that his boys were both complete sex pigs. He’d been fooling around with them since they were legal. “The beach, where else do I find faggots to breed? They can’t stop looking at me in my wet suit. It doesn’t leave much to the imagination.” They both laughed while Mike continued to fuck Adam’s mouth with his rock hard cock. Ben and Josh were servicing Dan and Brian while they slammed their points. Two more coughs later and everyone was spun out of their heads. After a few more minutes of making Adam gag on his cock, Mike pulled his mouth up and Adam gasped for breath, while he face was covered in precum and spit from deep throating. Mike smiled and spit in Adam’s helpless face. Mike scooped up the spit from Adam’s face and pushed it back into his mouth. Then he reached down and kissed the boy deeply, making out with him until he caught his breath again and started to moan like the cheap whore he was. “OK, boy. Get back up on the bed, time for another slam for my little whore. Adam hopped up on the bed and laid down, holding out his arm for what was coming. Matt tied off Adam’s arm, and the others watched while Mike took the point from Matt, slid it in the vein, got a register and expertly slid the payload home. “OK, faggot. Breathe. You’re going to blast off now and when you leave here you probably won’t be able to walk.” Adam just nodded and waited for Mike to remove the strap from his arm. As soon as he did, he felt the slam all over his body. He got really warm and started to cough uncontrollably. Mike just smiled and said “I think this faggot is ready to gang rape, boys. What do you think?” Adam laughed and said “I sure as hell am, Daddy. You gonna breed my pussy first?” Adam had no idea where these words were coming from. Clearly the drugs were doing the talking. He’d never fantasized about being raped before. OK, maybe a few times. He’d always fantasized about his four brothers and Dad, they were all hot jocks, but nothing had ever happened, other than jerking off with his younger brother a few times when they were kids. He desperately wanted to be part of this family of sex pigs. Adam just let the drugs do the talking, and rolled over on his stomach and shoved his big furry ass in the air. “Come on Daddy. You wanna rape your boy?” The rest of them all laughed and Matt said “well, I guess we got a live one this time. He told me when I picked him up that he was inexperienced. Guess he won’t be after we’re done with him, right?” Adam laughed with them and said “I don’t wanna be inexperienced anymore. I wanna be a whore. Make me into a whore, guys. Use my cunt. Breed me full of cum." “Well shit guys, sounds like this whore wants whatever we can give him,” Mike said. “Let me in that pussy, boy. You’re already loaded up, right?” “Yes, sir. But it’s not nearly enough.” Mike laughed and said “is it ever enough for fags like you?” and rammed his long, fat, uncut dick into Adam’s hairy cunt so fast that it made Adam gasp and then moan like the whore he was fast becoming. The rest of them crowded around the bed where Adam and Mike were fucking doggie style, playing with each other’s cocks waiting their turn to knock the faggot up. They all knew they couldn’t get him pregnant but they were sure gonna do their best to try.

Okay so that’s something to ponder on.

Here's how I'm handling it: One mpx became an up & cumming issue, I had phone calls in to all the health-care agencies in the area to get the mpx vaccine. I decided, mostly because of conflicting reports in the media regarding the details of transmission, blah blah blah to hold off on my usual sexual routine. So, I've been going without for a few weeks, but I usually take the 'better safe than sorry' lane. I'll feel comfortable heading out again soon, and putting off the fuckjoints for a while in favor of making sure I'm as protected as I can be, after the suggested wait time has passed, I'll jump into the pile again. At least I'll know I've taken the most steps possible to avoid infection, and I can live (and fuck) with that. It's irritating not to know what to do - I get that in spades. But, until I felt I knew enough (and got the shot), I just told my Cock that he'd simply have to wait, and shut the fuck up about it. But, what level of risk you decide to assume is up to you, right? Good luck, bud

We already have an effective vaccine, and even if vaccinated the vast majority of monkeypox cases resolve. It is obviously nothing like AIDS. There may be supply issues now but this vaccine should eventually become available, in a timescale of months rather than years I would expect. Seems clear the sensible conclusion is to moderate your activities until you are offered it.

I do, I was a naughty boy who molested my big bro and dad into popping my cheery and breeding me.

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

Do think we are born to be cumdumps? I remember as a little guy, i finger myself and live it. Them the working the nipples for yrs, and pulling my big balls hard. I think i was always this way, scorpio & jo freak, and try not be gay. Was top, now with husband a total fuck hole. I think 🤔 it was always me, regret not being a cumdump before i found husband, but my desire for mire cock lives, anyone else feel same

Billy, or William as he was named on insurance documents, lived in a trailer park down near the railroad tracks. He was a dirty, always ripe pig of a man and a handyman in and around town. His trailer got hit pretty bad in a storm and he was lucky enough to have insurance and I was lucky to be assigned the claim on behalf of his insurance company. I decided to see other losses in his area and drove overnight, staying at a local motel in the town where Billy lived. After getting myself settled I drove out to the trailer park and it was pretty well wrecked, with a couple people picking over their belongings. When I drove up to Billys place, he was standing there kicking around at the wreckage. I walked up to him and introduced myself, and immediately got a big hit of his body odor, chem sweat and overall musk, and my cock got hard. Billy was 60 but looked older. About 5’7 and 120 pounds maybe, lean, grey oily hair n beard, with old faded tats. It was hot, and he was wearing a dirty, sweaty, t-shirt, overalls boots. As I took him all in, I can’t believe how turned on I was. Expressing my sorrow for his loss, i explained the process of getting him back in his home, but Billy didn’t seem to care very much except for the money that he was being paid to live, as it turns out in the local motel where I was staying, and what he was going to get for a new, furnished trailer. I continued to tell him that I needed to take some notes and walk around and look at the debris, to figure out how much we were going to pay him. As we walked around, and picked through the loss I quickly realized that $15,000 would be more than enough to replace all of the worthless junky shit strewn about. I have a practiced eye for loss and when I was looking through the mud and debris I noticed an assortment of broken glass pipes and assorted party goods. I also spotted an overturned dresser drawer with dildos lubes, and the remains of a sling, partially buried under the mud, wood and siding. At first I wasn’t going to mention anything to Billy, but deal with it later in my report as something or other, but he surprise me when he brought it up casually. “guess whatever you’re going to give me will be enough for me to replace my playthings, huh“ “Good that I made sure to grab my stash.“ Sure, I responded startled,” it looks like you have a nice collection of things that’s been damaged or lost.” Billy just smiled at me, where I noticed his shitty dental work, and that he was eating chew. As we walked through the rest of the mess, he spit a great big gob on the pile, I guess as an act of goodby and good riddance. With total perversion on my mind, and billy’s stink in the air, I knew that I was going to turn this into a very good, easy insurance loss, and a personal must have for me. It was hot and steamy outside and I was really sweating a lot, so I suggested to Billy that I was going to go back to the hotel to write up my notes, and maybe I’d see him there, later. he was good with that, and only wanted to know if he could pick through some things for personal belongings. Sure I said and left. A couple hours later I was ready to go out to the waffle house and grab something to eat, and as I was walking out of my room, there was Billy taking things into his room down the way. I walked up to him and immediately got turned on again, and asked him if he had found things that he can salvage. Yeah sure he said, “just bringing in a couple of boxes. I also grabbed a six pack of beer and they’re still cold if you want to have one.” Absolutely I replied and Billy carried the final box into his motel room, and I followed him through the door for what would turn out to be hours of chem-fuled pig sex of unimaginable proportions. There on the floor of his room where two boxes of salvaged dildos, plugs and a salvaged pipe or two, and on the night table was a torch, a new bowl and other works. Billy was absolutely 100% unashamed of the display, and he could care less it seemed. His only concern was that I wasn’t the law, when he said to me, “hey you insurance guys aren’t like police or attorneys or investigators are you?“ “Nah,” I replied, “ feel free to do what you enjoy man. As a matter of fact I like a lot of what you are into,” I found myself saying. “No shit” Billy said, “that’s excellent. I did take a little bit of the insurance money that you paid me to stay here, and I have some fresh party supplies, so let’s go for it.!” That’s exactly what we did. Billy pointed to the small refrigerator and told me to help myself to beer, and he quickly loaded the pipe, torched it and took a huge hit, coughing. “Fuck man that’s so good,“ he wheezed, and said here man let me give you a hit. He got up close to me and me the pipe fired up and I took a deep blast, which quickly resonated throughout my body. I made sure to stand near him and in hell the stench thinking about how absolutely perverted we were going to get. He took the pipe again and took a big hit, and as he was right near me I put my mouth up to his and he shotgunned it into my throat, followed by a stream of chewjuice. “Oh that was good” Billy declared. “ I’ve been hitting it a lot today, but this one was just as good as the last.”. “Are you really into the other thing?” said Billy as he looked over at the box of dirty toys. Grinning I said “getting dirty and filthy with you is what my dreams are made of, pig.” we quickly got naked, savoring the moment, and when Billy suggested that he needed to piss, I told him to do so in the ice bucket…

I own one, feels good for both if done right.

Martin stayed with me that night, he started responding to my email messages and forwarding my pics to his friends. I got fucked by 11 other guys throughout the night, everyone of them poz. It was obvious that Martin was whoring me out to poz guys. I fucking loved it, every load felt special and the tops seemed to really get off on letting me know that they were breeding me with their poz cum. It felt so liberating to take their poz cum willingly. I thanked each one for their poz load and Martin clearly was getting off on it. Every time a guy started cumming, he'd lean down and kiss me roughly but playfully. I don't know which one of us was enjoying it more. At the end of the night, Martin gave me another load. Afterwards, he kept his dick inside me, plugging my cum sloppy hole with his thick cock until we both fell asleep. The following morning, I woke up to the feeling of fullness as I gently rocked back and forth. I smiled as I realized that Martin was fucking me again. "Good morning Stud." I said as I smiled and tried to clench my hole. "Good morning Cumdump." He playfully replied. "It's fucking awesome to have a ready and willing cumdump first thing in the morning to take my Morning load." "And it feels amazing to wake up to a big poz cock stretching my hole and pounding my prostate. " I answered him. "Fuck yeah!" He exclaimed. He continued fucking me for a few of minutes. It was a nice leisurely fuck but soon enough, he started pistoning in and out faster and more urgently. The sounds between us were sloppy as cum started squelching out of me as the sheer size and thickness of his cock either drove the liquid in further into my guts or made it leak out of me in spurts. "Don't mind the mess, baby. I don't. I'm just throwing the riff raff out. They got their chance to convert this beautiful hole." He said and I laughed. "I know that it's my load that you want, and it's my poz cum that your hole needs." "Fuck yeah, baby. You popped my poz cherry, it's only fair that it's your sperm the one that gets me pregnant." I replied and I really meant it. "Oh fuck, baby, you know what to say to make me give you my load. I'm fucking close baby." "Oh yeah, please give it to me. I want your poz cum to be the one to poz my hole. It's your fucking babies I want to carry." I moaned as he pounded my prostate and I felt my own orgasm coming. "OOOHH FUUUUUUUCK YEAAAAAHHHH!!!" He yelled as I started clenching my hole and I felt my dick shooting underneath me. With a final shuddering thrust, he shoved balls deep inside me and came and came and kept cumming. As he roared and I grunted with my own fucking orgasm. "WHOAH!" he exclaimed as he shuddered and collapsed on top of me. His heart racing so palpably I could feel it against my shoulder blades. "Good Morning Stud." I repeated and laughed. "A very good morning to you, Cumdump." He laughingly said as he leaned down and kissed my neck.

I’m not really gay; never thought about guys. But recently tried coke and it immediately makes me want to be fucked. And I want to be a complete slut whore. Usually anonymous. Crazy but I love it.

that totally describes me. The looser iam the happier i am. Goal is a mare size mancunt with a minimum foot long prolapse. i stuff my hole with oversize toys nearly everyday and seek out sex that will leave me loose and more ruin. I love how my rectum has started to obviously fall to where it is noticable between my beefy ass cheeks. Vac pumping is helping to pull it out further. i am hosed out everyday so i can indulge in the kind of sodomy i need. And as you can see from my profile pic, I am nice and loose, but i want it bigger, deep and long prolapse.

First time I saw a huge penis when i was a boy. I knew I wanted to feel it fucking me. My 3rd sex partner had a fat 8.5 cock and was impressed at how easy i took him nd tol me i was a natural bottom. That's when I learned that lots of guys can't handle size and that I wanted to see how much i could accommodate. That was amplified the first time I saw porn guys taking massive dildoes and hands. and when the toy or hand was removed, their hole just hung open like a gaping cavern. I knew instantly i wanted to be that super loose freak of Nature. When I took my fist fist it was an amazing high. the pleasure stimulation is very different from a cock or toy, plus I had the headrush of knowing I had size in me that most guys can't handle. For a long time I did more cock and huge toy than fist play because i love being bred, especially in group settings. but about 6 or 7 years ago the scale started to tip and now I get fisted way more than I get bred. I'm still super promiscuous and I still love a good breeding (and some guys have jerked off inside my hole) but nothing hits my pleasure circuits like a guy's fist sliding into my slack ass. I take my big toys most everyday so I stay loose. I am blessed with a massive sex appetite and that helps control it when I don't have time to hook up and play. Best training for taking a fist is an XL inflatable butt plug from Mr. S Leather.

I get that not everyone likes to cuddle, and that even those who sometimes do may not want a lot of it, or with everyone. But can we dispense with calling it "freakish"? And with making blanket judgments like "strangers do not cuddle"? There are rather significant numbers of people in this country whose belief systems consider it just as freakish for strangers to fuck. What's that phrase - "Don't yuck someone else's yum"?

I fisted a very experienced bottom - for the first time and I started out slow and by the end of the night was past my elbow and his ass was like the Grand Canyon - fucking him honestly was like fucking a small cave - he was so loose and stretched but it turned me on so much seeing what I did to his ass - I bred him and pissed in him and jacked off watching 5 Black Guys who regularly use him - do just that - they were mostly construction workers and I could smell their ripe pots and cocks as they stripped and our host just buried his mouth and tongue in each pit, ass and cock and tongues bathed their ripe bodies- they pretty much used him like he was a piece of trash their race play was uncomfortable to me - he was begging for their BBCs to make his ass there’s and they were saying his ass belonged to them for reparations and he was a whore for Black men from now on - I wanted to leave but he asked me to stay and all 5 bred his ass then made him suck and rim them and when they were ready all 5 shot loads down his throat and for the finale all 5 elbow deep fisted his hole - his hole was a gaping ruin - one of the guys said he was like a bitch his cell block used when he did time - some businessman from Ohio - two years in prison- he was married and an arrogant prick when he went in he left broken a fag for BBC and was a Meth addict and he was pozzed by routine fucking - he evidently cried the first few rapes and gang rapes but once he was a meth regular and after his first month he was shamelessly begging on the shower floor for Black and Latin meat - and was a bonafide Cumdump for all the cell block all Black and Latin but one - the guy laughed and said the other white guy serving time for drunk driving was made to eat the business man’s ass before he was used - and he would gag on the ripeness but he had to get it sloppy squeaky clean or they beat his ass until he was a ruin - and the. Once that ass was ready the cell block to line up and run their BBC and train - train of destruction in his hole.

Nowadays I only have sex with fuckbuddies. We have a connection (and as @hntnhole said here and many times elsewhere on this forum that is better sex) and we kiss a lot. We may not become life partners but we are sexual partners for a while. But in the days when I was still a bubblebutt youngster it was all about cock. And cock. And more cock. I could not be into the guy but I could very well be into his cock. I didn't want those guys to kiss me. Just fuck me and get the job done. Shoot your load in my ass and go. I very much prefer the way I have sex now. Quality over quantity.

I’ve always thought the cruel condom would be more painful than the pleasure I would get out of it. I think I’m at a point where I want to try getting fucked with one.

There have always been risks associated with sexual freedom and not just health related. Execution. Imprisonment. Violence. Society’s disdain. Caution is always prudent but one cannot go through life shying away from every shadow. Centuries ago the pox was a death sentence. Decades ago so, too, was AIDS. But people didn’t stop fucking because, as the late, great Joe Orton once said “you’ll regret not having fun with your genitals when you’re dead.”

The way I see it, kissing is part of that elusive "connection" that happens only occasionally. I mean deep, tongue-down-the-throat kissing. It's another way of demonstrating that the guy isn't just another Hole to rut in, there's a deeper interaction available. Kissing - at least for me - is a metaphor: my tongue in your mouth is directly akin to my Cock up your gut. It implies a deeper connection than the physical mating.

*shudder* 🤖 DANGER, WILL ROBINSON This is a red flag 🚩 if I ever saw one. If you speak to such a person, try asking “Do you spoon?” I’m willing to bet the reply will be, “Yes! Yes I do! I could spoon with you all night long and fall asleep in your arms.” I have visions of myself pinned for an entire night under the weight of a 250 lb. Man who falls asleep halfway on top of me, sleeps like the dead, and snores like a hive of bees.

I had been on PrEP for several months but decided to stop because I wasn't planning on having sex, but one day I was horny and stopped at the local ABS. Started by only sucking cock but eventually I got fucked a few times and took 4 loads by the time I left. It was on a Friday at 4pm when I knew I poz, but instead of feeling shocked, I was very horny. I decided to drive 2 hours to the closet big city with decent gay saunas, but before leaving I stopped at the same ABS to try my luck again. I was there for an hour and a half and was bred twice. Most guys wanted oral so I swallowed a few loads. With my hole loaded with two loads and still savouring those other loads I swallowed, I drove the two hours feeling very horny knowing that I had two loads in my hole. By the time I went into the sauna it was 8pm and the place was pretty crowed. As I looked for my room I saw a lot of guys with their doors open, some nice asses. I've been a bottom all my sex life but now, with the news that I'm newly poz and very detectable, I'm feeling the urge to fuck a hole and cream it with my toxic load. I wanted to fuck several holes and then carefully choose the hole where I was going to deposit my load. I wanted a young negative hole and to get one I played the top guy who always plays safe. There were two asses that interested me as I walked by their rooms, both with nice buttocks. I had taken a Viagra so I was hard as a rock. As soon as I walked into the first guy's room he asked me to close the door and immediately wanted me to fuck him bareback. I thought he was wither already poz or on PrEP, so I walked out the room. I found another nice ass, mid 20's who invited me into his room. When he tried to suck my cock, I stopped him and told him that I was always concerned about STDs to give him the idea that I was pretty safe. He told that he only sucked without a condom by always fucked safe. He was thinking of going on PrEP but that haven't yet. We started kissing and both of us getting really horny. As we rolled in bed my hard-on touched his hole and I noticed he liked it. I started to rim his hole and that made both even hornier. I told him that I would like to feel my cock in his moist hole but that I wouldn't cum but I when I started to fuck him I went over the edge and without saying a word, completely silent, I emptied my balls deep inside, grabbed my towel and keys and left. I went to my room, and took a long break before I was rested to be a cumhole myself at around midnight.

I have been reading the story from when it began in July last year. The characters have almost become family and I enjoyed it immensely. I think one final chapter is a nice end to the story. Everyone has found his partner (while still enjoying sex with others). I do feel we have come to the end. Prolonging the story just for the sake of it would spoil that. It would be like a popular TV show that runs on an on by popular demand while the number of viewers drops. I'm sure this will dissapoint many readers here. BUT! I can't wait for your next story!!!

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All I can say, is that guys who limit there hookups based on race are missing some amazing fucks. The same is true of guys who pigeonhole certain races as either bottoms or tops, you are missing some great holes and great dicks.

Part 4 I took 4 hits off the poppers, holding my breath between each hit. I felt the intense rush even before I exhaled the last time. My head began to swim and I pressed my ass back toward Henry’s body, greedily trying to find his cock again. I was already breathing heavy when he pushed his long pole up into me. He went right to work with long, deep thrusts that instantly had me moaning again. “You’re just like your boyfriend. You love being a fuckhole, don’t you, college boy?” “Yes,” I breathed. “Yes I do.” I could picture Jared being here in my place. His dark hair matted in sweat, Henry’s cock buried deep inside that tight ass. How many times had he been here in this bed? How many loads had he taken from this guy? “Yes you do what?” I searched for the words I’d never said before. “Yes I love being a fuckhole.” Saying it clicked something inside me. I’d had sex before — fun sex that I enjoyed. But this was completely different. I could see myself in a mirror across the room. My body was stretched out across the bed, on my side, one leg bent in the air. I could see Henry’s cock slipping in and out of my ass, his big balls nuzzling up against me as he pumped. My face was flush and I was drenched in sweat as he used me like I’d never been used before. No one had ever drained away my control and made me crave their cock so badly. My eyes locked on his balls and I realized that’s where it was — his load. Right now his balls were heavy with cum, but I knew it would be working its way up through his cock and he’d seed me with it. “Please!” I gasped. “Seed me!” Henry almost purred. “That’s it, fuckhole. Beg for it. You all beg for it. Tell me what you really want and you might get it.” “I want you to poz me!” “Yeah? You wanna be like your boyfriend. He begged for it to. How bad do you want it?” “I gotta have it! I need it!” Henry rolled me flat on my stomach, driving my legs apart with his body weight. His full weight was on top of me, pushing my breath out. I struggled to breath under the pressure, only able to manage short gasps of air between grunts when he thrust inside me. In the mirror I could sorta see us, or at least him on top of me. His ass was pistoning up and down on top of me, drilling that cock down into my unprotected hole. He grabbed my wrists, ending what tiny amount of control I might have had. I knew what was coming. If I was honest with myself, I’d admit that I’d known what was coming from the moment I walked up to his house. I could feel it in his energy. Henry had planned for this moment from the minute he saw me outside the bar. There was this crazy sense of anticipation in me – anxiety and desire wrestled inside me while his cock furiously plugged away at my ass. All I could hear was his skin slapping against mine and the creak of the bed has he pounded into me. Some voice inside me said I needed to stop him. That was a poz load he was going to put inside me! But I knew I couldn’t stop this. We’d come too far. I knew when the moment came. I could sense total determination and power in how his body moved. He didn’t say anything or even warn me. There was no “where do you want me to cum?” where I could have given an answer. He simply decided for both of us. I knew his cum was flooding my ass; I could feel the change in his muscles, the spasming of his cock inside me. There was a moment of silence that hung in the air; he held his breath as his body moved inside mine. I could feel the intensity of the moment. And then he exhaled sharply, his body shaking with the release. He plunged his cock deep and held it there; I felt his body quivering. Then a determined thrust of his cock into me. Then a third thrust as he panted. I could feel it — his cum spewing inside me. My body convulsed as he spread his poz seed inside me. It was like an electric bolt going through my body and I gasped. I could feel it still surging through me as Henry collapsed on top of me. His breath was hot against my should and neck. We were both drenched in sweat. My heart was racing and I was trying to take a deep breath but couldn’t. I was totally overwhelmed. What had just happened? I’d never experienced anything like that before in sex. I’d been horny plenty of times, but I’d never felt such a primal craving for something. Henry slid out of my ass and rolled to the side. I still couldn’t move. Every once of energy in me was depleted. He slapped my ass and then massaged it. “That is one impressive piece of ass,” he said gripping it. He pushed two fingers inside me again. I grunted as he moved his fingers around. “I can feel my load in there. You like that load up there, college boy?” I had a hard time making words. I wasn’t sure what I felt — the whole thing felt totally surreal still. “No one’s ever done that to me before,” I finally said. “Oh no? Then you were long overdue. That ass was made for breeding.” My ass was starting to feel sore again, but I didn’t want him to stop playing with it. He took my hand and guided it down to my hole. “Feel that cum inside you,” he said. My fingers explored and I could feel his cum spread across and inside my hole; confirming he’d bred me sent another thrill through me. “We‘ll have to make sure you get more of that.” “Yes, sir,” I said softly, not knowing why I said it or where those words came from. Something had changed for me. I could feel it. [Our boy Jeremy has taken his first poz load — but I’m sure he’s not done. Should we see where his story goes? Let me know if I should keep going …. Just click the blue heart or leave a message.]

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

Actually there are different events for dildos, plugs and fisting, as well as guys that place ads and go to the sex clubs for those specific types of activities. Prior to moving here, I had never encountered a fisting bottom that wouldn't jump at the chance of getting fucked by a cock, but there is a majority that are adamant that you not use your cock in them. "Sides" is just a relatively new term for it, they have long made up a significant percentage of the gay population here. For lack of a better term, I have called them functionally lesbian kin the past. They are very creative at finding ways to have sex in ways that avoid all penile contact.

What is allowed on these "Radical Rub Down Tuesdays"? It sounds as if one gets vigorously towelled dry and afterwards slathered in Ben Gay or Vick's Vapor Rub.

These are my pictures/my cock but taken at a later age at different GH's

You got fucked by 150 guys in only 5 days? How do you even find that many guys so quick?

Sounds like you have some stories to share with us. 🙂

I agree about the connection. I love kissing, it's the strongest and fastest path to establishing a connection and complete arousal for me. Great kissing and making out can make my hole open fast and really pumps up my need to be fucked and impregnated by them. I'm horny and receptive without it, but with it there's an extra dimension.

Interesting post. I'm a black, British guy and my experience is that race is a HUGE issue in all contexts and layers of American society that inevitably seeps into the attitudes and opinions of many in the dating/fuck pool. I have been told by white men while on dating apps and online when i've visIted the U.S that most white gay men simply don't like/find black men attractive, which is fine, but the interaction with many was eye opening and the warning proved correct in most cases. So while I think your environment can largely shape who you find attractive and many of us have preferences which isn't necessarily racist, it's your general interaction and attitude to men who don't look like you that is telling of whether your preference is rooted in racism or not. As an aside, I think sex pigs and fetish men have a far more positive and mature approach to this subject that the candy floss sites like Grindr etc. could learn from.

I’m obsessed by large toys. While chemmed up and raw fisting a hole I need a long wide dildo or fat plug in me. My ass swallows them up and bounce around on them while servicing a sloppy cunt. When it’s my turn my hole just sucks in a fist. Love getting stretched, punch fucked taking further into me.

Woke up to a message on grindr asking if I wanted to play tonight, of course I said yes and asked where he was as I don't host. Before he told me he opened up and said he was living under the train tracks 20min away and if I still was interested in sucking his cock! Not only did i say yes i told him I'd be there ASAP!!! When I eventually got there late in the night you could tell he has been living there for a long time and smelled of stagnant piss near by which only made me more horny. I told him to wake up and feed me his cock, he asked if I wanted him to wipe down with a wet rag and i declined and took his exposed cock in my mouth before I could get all the words out lol. He explained that he has not had sex in years and had not blew a load in months so that his load may be thick which was ok by me all he wanted was a blow job so I spit his cock out and without asking I bent over and leaned on the supporting beam and told him to fuck me. The homeless guy wasted no time as I was lubing up my hole I told him to lube up and boom he had his cock deep in my dirty man cunt. He was slowly fucking me for a long time after 30 min or so he said he was going to cum and that he was going to cum on my back and I told him to cum deep in my ass which he did. He stayed in me until he went limp. When he said he was going to piss i told him I'd take his piss too so he put me on my knees and pissed down my throat. By the time he was done he got hard again so I began to suck him and he fucked me again. He didn't last long second go around but he fucked me good. We are going to meet up tomorrow and he's going to bring a guy from a nearby homeless camp that he has played with so they could tag team me. This has been my first homeless cock and certainly will not be my last!

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.

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've always considered specula as tools to train Holes. I suppose they could be used as "Cock-sheaths" too, but I can't imagine it would be anywhere near as comfortable as a warm, wet, well-trained Hole. But, to each his own, right?

Birthday Surprise (Part 2) Ginger; “Holy fuck man. You sure know how to give a blow job.” Me; “I’ve got a few years experience.” “Shit! I can’t believe you are 66.” “66 going on 25 when it comes to my sex life” “Fuckin A man. But it feels like I got the present not you.” His cock seemed semi hard so I latched back on with my mouth. It began to harden instantly. I pulled off and asked cautiously; “How soon could you go again?” “I sometimes cum four times in a row. I’m ready to go now if you want another.” I responded a bit bolder; “I’d love to see you out of those clothes.” “Sure man.” And he stripped revealing a beautifully muscled body with a light blush of reddish blond hair. “Fuck young man. You are beautiful.” “Thanks. But it’s your birthday and I keep getting the presents.” “I have a solution.” “What’s that?” “You could fuck me. An old man’s birthday fuck from a straight dude.” “Fuck, no way man. I’m straight. I don’t do dudes.” “Ok, then I’ll blow you again.” “Damn. That’s not fair to you.” He checked the bay to see there was no one else out. “Fuck, when will I get this chance again? Bend over that seat, let me see your hole.” I wasted no time and to my surprise his mouth was instantly on my hole. He was filling my ass with spit. I swear he even stuck his tongue in a few times. When he pulled off he checked a compartment in the dash. “Shit old man, I don’t have any condoms.” “All the better birthday present for me.” “Shit man, are you kidding? You’ll take my cock raw?” “Prefer it that way.” “Again, I get the present!” he exclaimed and his raw cock was teasing my hole. “Are you sure pops?” “Oh yeah!” I kept breathing deeply and he eased inside. I was amazed to feel this straight young stud’s raw cock working into me. “Fuck pops, you’re taking this like a pro.” “I told you I’m not a virgin.” I laughed. He started gently fucking me. Long slow, deep strokes. I enjoyed these for some time before I encouraged. “I may be old, but you can treat me rougher than this.” His pace and strength picked up but was still a bit lack luster. “Harder” “Really” “Fuck me son!” “You asked for it daddy!” and he started pounding away. The slapping sound was intoxicating. “I’m getting ready to pull out and shoot. You want it on your back or down your throat again?” “Breed me kid. Don’t pull out. Shoot inside.” “Are you fucking crazy? Argh …. Fuuucckk … breeding you old man. Happy Birthday.” He shot deep in my ass and then collapsed on my back until he caught his breath. “Fuck man. That was awesome. I’ve never been able to shoot in someone before. Biggest orgasm of my life.” “Thank you son.” Again, I’m getting the gift. How can we make this right?” “Well, I could fuck you young man. You could give me your virgin cherry hole.” “You are fuckin crazy you old [banned word]!”

For what it's worth. I'm poz, on meds and undetectable. I have been for 30 months now.I don't really know who pozzed me- I have a good idea but not certain. I was taking event based PreP and assume I got my timing wrong. I was fucking raw anyway and HIV was really the last STI I hadn't got over time. As someone said a couple of days ago "thems the breaks " and I live with the consequences of my sex life. Moving on, I take 1 tablet a day (duvato) but that is just added to other tablets I take for high blood pressure and statins. I still take bareback cock and loads given the choice. I visit 56 Dean St every 6 months for a check up and another lot of meds. Other than that my life hasn't really changed too much. Still a dirty slut with a hole begging for cum!

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

Part 7 -“Bouge pas, on n’a pas fini avec toi! Tu vas juste être là pour nous!” (“Don’t move, we’re not done with you! You’re only here for us!”). I was already panting and breathing heavily. Those guys were going hard on me and I was already exhausted after just maybe half an hour of action. But I knew there was more in store for me. In between two breaths, I started thinking about what he had just said. “Loaded cum”. Those words were slowly making sense in my foggy mind. It wasn’t yet fully computing in my brain. But I didn’t get the time to think as I felt another dick sliding in my sloppy hole. The guys had switched places and I was now sucking on the dicks that had given me my first two loads. They were still fully hard and I could taste the remainder of their cum. The rest was deep in my ass. The scent of their sweat was quite powerful and driving me crazy. With the new arrangement, I could figure out what those two looked like. They were probably both in their early forties, fit without being muscular. One was quite hairy and the other completely smooth, with a tattoo circling his navel. Their faces were too dark for me to see and only their voices would indicate to me the state of frenzy agitation they were in. The smooth guy was thrusting in my mouth, holding the back of my head. I could see that tattoo moving back and forth, slowly regaining just enough clarity to realize it was a biohazard sign. His buddy behind me was drilling hard. The cum was dripping out of my hole, lubricating his dick in a sloppy mess. -“Sale pute, tu vas prendre ta troisième dose!” (“Dirty whore, you’re gonna get your third load!”). The smooth guy in front stopped thrusting, and holding my face up -“Tu vas prendre la jute de mon pote, salope. Il va bien tasser ma plombe dans ton cul!” (“You’re gonna take my buddy’s load, slut. He’s gonna squeeze my loaded cum deep in your ass”) before spitting in my mouth. He was looking deeply in my eyes and I could see his face clearly for the first time. A bushy brown beard and two little green eyes. I could sense a little bit of cruelty in his look but I couldn’t take my eyes off of his. -“Ouais, boss! Je veux être votre pute à plombe!” (Yeah, boss! I’ll be the dump for your loaded cum!”) I mumbled with my tongue out, just showing how hungry for cum I was. I received another spittle that I swallowed before opening my mouth again. I felt the guy behind me picking up the pace. My head was banging against that biohazard tattoo in front of me. They were talking to each other, encouraging him to breed me deep. My knees and back were aching from trying to maintain the same position but I kept arching my back to demonstrate how much of a good cumdump I could be. -“C’est une bonne petite pute ça! Vas-y, remplis-la!” (“That’s a good little whore! Go, fill him up!”). Planting himself deep inside my hole, I felt his dick throbbing four or five times. -“Prends ma dose, salope!” (“Take my load, slut!”) he said in a groan. I could feel my body drenched in sweat. I fell lying on my stomach, out of breath. The guy pulled out and I heard them walk away. I needed water but was too exhausted to move. I just stayed on the mattress in the middle of that room. My head was spinning, I wasn’t thinking clearly, and my vision was a bit blurry, but I could see a lot of action was happening around me. Guys getting sucked, others being fucked. I felt a dick sliding into my hole again. -“My turn! Been waiting for a long time!” the guy whispered to my ear in English. I didn’t even try to turn around and look at him. I just let him fuck and breed me. It was probably late because guys weren’t trying to hold their loads anymore like they usually do early in the evening. They just wanted to unload before going home and I was happy to help. Or I was probably just too tired to refuse. I got maybe four or five more loads, without the slightest idea of whoever gave them to me. I managed to get up laboriously with the help of the last guy to breed me. I was trying to collect my clothes. My t-shirt was completely drenched in sweat - and I think piss - and my sweatpants were stained with cum in multiple places. Trying to find my balance, I got dressed with the support of a stranger and made my way to the stairs. -“Told you I wasn’t too worried about…” he said before I left the room. I turned around to see it was the bartender. -“I can see I was right!” he added with a wink. I made my way up and caught a taxi. I was feeling dizzy and quite uncomfortable in my dirty clothes. I must have left a few cum stains on the seat. I got back to my hotel and slept through the day in my dirty jockstrap, without the energy to even shower before collapsing in bed. The next day, the words “loaded cum” were still resonating in my head. Were they really poz? How did I feel about potentially having just taken my first known poz loads? What was I supposed to do? Should I go for PEP? I googled the way to get it but it was a Sunday and I couldn’t figure out an easy way to do it. I decided not to do anything and jerked off in my hotel room a few times thinking of the previous night. I was scared as hell but also amazingly excited. A few months later, I tested negative during a routine visit. But I knew something had changed in me.

As a 50/50 versatile, I agree for the most part. For me, whether I'm topping or bottoming, it's the man that makes the fuck, because he's the one who inspires me to use my cock or my ass for maximum mutual pleasure.

Hey Horny people sorry I have been gone a while between, life stuff, being ill and writers block couldn't really get inspired to write. That being said I have a new chapter and already working on the next one so I hope you all enjoy. I will try keep releasing at least monthly but no promises. As always sorry about spelling and punctuation trying to improve and writing this seems to be helping, also I love reading your comments your all amazing and thank you for all the love ❤️ 12 - The beginning of the end The creature that had once been Andy opened its jet back eyes the change had been brutally fast, so much potent toxic cum had made sure of that. Its body was no longer that of a broken spirited husband, it was toned and sleek all fat burned away in the change just like his mind burned clean of responsibility, shame and doubt now filled just with a need to fuck, breed and spread his new gift to free others as he had been freed. It rose from the ground and flexed its new muscles watching them and how they moved under the tight grey skin how the black veins danced and moved, pulsing slowly with their otherworldly toxic glow. It stopped and sniffed the air picking up the pheromones of the creator faint now. It felt its cock twitch at the smell and it let out a low guttural moan it needed to breed and feed, it stalked though the tall grass heading for distant lights. ….......................................................................... Jamie stumbled out of the club his girlfriend having to hold him up. Her face a mask of anger, she had never been so embarrassed in her life, not that Jamie noticed he just drunkenly waved the bottle of vodka he has stolen from behind the bar. one of the many incidents that had got them kicked out of the club at only 11pm so now with no car and no signal wondering blindly in the middle of a warehouse district. Laura stumbled down the road with him periodically looking at her phone hoping she could get some signal and cursing whoever thought it was a good idea to put clubs out here. during another brief pause to check her cell service was when Jamie moved in for must have been the 12 attempt to give her a drunken kiss with the words “im sho sowwey babe I love you shhhow much ya know” this was the final straw she pushed him back against the wall of the warehouse, where he slid slowly to the ground giggling as he did, which pissed her off even more. She looked down at the 23-year ex frat boy soon to be lawyer they had gone out to celebrate him getting a job at a good law firm but after only 2 hours he was a mess. She suspected he had taken something or possibly slipped something. her eyes took in his chestnut brown hair that had broken free of its wax and hung over his eyes; his shirt was undone showing off his toned chest and abs dusted with hair and a dark trail leading from his belly button down under his pants which were tight enough to show the outline of his member even in this light she bit her lip lost in erotic thoughts. He caught her looking and blew an exaggerated kiss and rubbed his budge, Laura remembered why she was so angry and shook her head letting out a growl of frustration. Any sexy thought she had been having was destroyed by the rising tide anger and embarrassment of being asked to leave In front of their friends, who she fucking knew would be tweeting pictures of what just happened gods she hoped they didn’t have video. “Just stay the fuck there for fuck's sake I'm going to try get signal and hopefully get uber to come to this shithole pick me up and take me home! …. if you're lucky I may even tell him to pick you up too!” the words leaving her lips in a snarl as she turned and stormed off leaving Jamie sat on the floor not even looking back. Jamie watched bemused as Laura stormed off, he was unsure why she was so upset he was having a great time. A dark alleyway across the street garbed his attention as the thought slowly entered his alcohol addled brain that he needed a piss. Jamie blinked then clumsily stood using the wall to steady himself, he stumbled and weaved his way across the street and into the alleyway Half way across he started get Lucky, loudly out of tune and only really knowing one line. He entered the ally and eyed up the wall before awkwardly undoing his belt and jeans one handed as the other hand was still griping his looted bottle of vodka. This took all his concentration the last get lucky died on his lips as he struggled with the buttons. After a more than brief struggle the jeans surrendered and fell in a heap around his ankles soon followed by his boxer shorts, exposing his ample cut cock and gym sculpted ass to the open air. He rested his head on the brickwork and looked down at his semi hard cock with a dopy drunken grin “hey buddy can see your awake” he shook it a few times and shuddered as it spat a stream of gold at the wall, he watched the waterfall of piss dribble down the brickwork and pool on the concrete by his boots. Muttering to himself Jamie shook the last drops of piss from his junk and tried to bend down and pull up his boxers from around his ankles. a task made more difficult being one handed, off-balance and drunk. while he was bent down feebly pawing at the garments which got stuck on his calf causing him to stumble, he started noticing the pretty green light pulsing like a heartbeat and making his shadow dance, he gave up on the cloths when he felt someone close behind him “I knew you would be bak … car get enough of the … python” he slurred Shaking his stiffening cock. a new musky smell in the air making him incredibly horny. Jamie started to shuffle around his eyes had not even left the brick wall when a slate grey hand clamed across his mouth, his drunken mind struggled to react as second arm wrapped him around the waist pinning his arms in what felt like a band of iron. the bottle of vodka slipped from his grasp as he tried to feebly struggle against the immense strength, shattering on the concrete floor the expensive vodka pooling with the puddle of piss around at his feet. He was pulled back slamming into a body that felt like it was carved from rock the hard impact causing him to breath in sharply his lungs again filling with the intoxicating musk, against his will his cock rose full mast the 8 inches bouncing in the cool night air. He noticed the strange green light was pulsing faster now, he also felt his ass pressed against something that was growing hard pushing between his legs. Jamie tried to scream but the hand muffled the sound. He felt the face of the thing behind him rub against his cheek and he continue to try and struggle and scream. It sniffed him letting out a strange purring growl as it licked from his cheek up his neck leaving a cool trail that felt strangely numb if he wasn’t so panicked, he would have said felt nice … great even. The wet tongue was now at his ear, first licking around it the hot breath of the creature making him shudder slightly then probing in and pushing the intoxicating saliva further inside the ear canal. This causing the young man to shudder more and buck, the screaming faltered for a moment at the almost orgasmic sensation he was feeling, his hand reaching for his painfully hard cock and began to rub the straining meat with a gasp and moan lost in the pleasure. The creature that had once been Andy took this moment of weakness to let go of Jamie's waist and grab its own toxic leaking tool now swollen to its full thirteen inches. Its hand still over the man's mouth it stepped back and rubbed the venomous dripping cock up the young man's vulnerable exposed crack stopping just as it was touching the twitching hole seeming to massage the tip, the creature moaned the potent juices already pooling and seeping inside it’s prays hole. Jamie snapped out of the euphoria at the slimy now burning sensation of something massive pushing up against his entrance, even in his drunken state he knew what it was adrenaline and panic flooded though him he tried to struggle but it was already too late. The creature pushed in hard and without mercy, the tight ass put up a fight for a few seconds before it gave out with an audible pop, allowing the hazarders meat slid inside stretching and tearing its way through his delicate insides. The virus finding so many pathways to convert the screaming man. Jamie's world was white hot pain and he was entered and that agony only intensified with each inch pushed forcefully inside him he continued to scream into his maker's hand. After what to him seemed an eternity, he felt himself pulled tight against the creature solid chest again the scratching of pubes against his torn-up hole signalling it was now fully inside him. Andy stopped for a moment its throbbing cock fully inside it’s pray giving the virus time to start the changes that would soon rip though this host. the boy's velvety wet insides were squeezing and milking him as he struggled, wiggling and bucking to unimpale himself from Andy's virus ridden member so very deep inside him. only causing the deadly precum to flow faster speeding up the transformation and increasing the creature's pleasure. Andy nuzzled the young man's face making soothing sounds as the young man now sobbed and whimpered in agony. Its hand wrapped around Jamie's waist again as it started to move its hips slow at first eliciting a gasp from the young man possibly pleasure possibly pain at this point Andy did not care, the need had set in again the need to feed to breed to pass on its genes to this fertile man. At first it was unbearable like being fucked by a white-hot poker, tearing his insides apart he wanted to black out to stop the pain but that faded quicker than Jamie would have thought possible the thirty seconds of agony being replaced with a strange pleasure, As something inside him was touched and rubbed the pleasure only increased as the thing behind him fucked him faster and rougher the large balls of the creature slapping against his taint sending more waves of pleasure though that spot inside, he flailed like a rag doll his hands griping the arm that has moved from his mouth to around his neck pulling him close and slightly choking him allowing only whimpers and gasps of pleasure. The pleasure was building as a pleasant burning heat entered his veins and spread across his body from his now destroyed hole, he barely noticed being pushed up against the wall as Andy tried to get more leverage the giant cock now sending waves of euphoria though him each time it slammed into him followed by the loud slap of its balls. Jamie has started pushing his body back to meet each bone shaking impact to get more pleasure deeper inside him. One hand was wrapped around his cock again moving Intime with Andy's thrusts the green light flashing faster and faster as the pressure and pleasure built, he knew neither would last much longer as he whimpered out his approaching orgasm. Jamie's mind still under the effects of the alcohol did not put up much of a fight against the change burning though it within seconds the man known as Jamie was fading away the law degree, memories of his life, will power, fear, anxiety, stress all started to faded away under the heat of the change now engulfing his body. Jamie could feel a change in the creature behind him it was hard to think through the alcohol, fog seeping into his mind and the almost unbearable pleasures being inflicted on him, but he knew what that breathing meant and he could feel the giant cock inside him get harder and larger filling him up totally … was this how it had felt for the women he had fucked them? the thought barely registered in Jamie’s mind when Andy grunted came his rhythm faulting as he pulled the boy down as far as he would go on his cock, it was like a geyser blasting the boys insides the thick black cum pumped out of His Toxic weapon in waves not spurts each as powerful as the last Andy let out a scream of victory. Jamie felt the cum fill him as the heat increased from pleasure to agony as the virus claimed him as its own burning away any human weakness wherever it touched, continuing its dark purpose of moulding this man into a perfect being. He started convulsing as he came spurting the last of his pure pearlescent cum across a filthy ally wall the young would be lawyer was aware of the creature still holding him as there both shook from orgasm. it felt almost loving and comforting in those corded strong arms as he felt himself fade away, little but little, bit by bit he was disappearing into the darkness as it moved in to burn away the last of his mind and reshape him into his new form body, mind and soul his final though as Jamie before he signed and let himself go forever was, I hoped Laura got that Uber. Andy held the convulsing man until his toxic cock went soft slipping from the now gaping hole its job done its venomous payload delivered, as it flopped out a wave of oil black cum and blood soon followed spilling down his creations legs and feet flowing across the concrete and mixing with the piss and vodka forming a black shimmering cocktail. He lay the young man down in the pool with all the reverence of a priest baptizing a child, noticing the grey creep slowly across the boy's skin, the transformation should be fast thanks to his gift from the progenitor. With a satisfied smile it moved to the wall sniffing it and letting out the growling purr as it licked the pure seamen from the brickwork if anyone had been watching they would have seen it grow in muscle mass and size as it feed the light pulsing brighter for a moment. It moved from its meal still licking the cream from its lips as it looked down at its creation again as the young creature that had been Jamie convulsed and moaned at the changes being inflicted on his body that it was not designed to handle but was now destined to undergo. Andy went to lay with its new creation but it sniffed the air standing quickly at the smell of male pheromones. There were more men near, the need was returning fast at the thought he licked his lips as his deadly tool began to grow hard again and off into the darkness he prowled for fresh cum and fresh pray, leaving Jamie convulsing in the shimmering pool of filth. ….................................................................................... It was only 3 minutes later when Laura walked back with her friends Gale, Kara who had both left the club to find the pair worried about them in this area at night with no ride home. When they had bumped into Laura distraught crying on a step near the club staring at a dead phone, they knew they had been right to worry. Gale had signal and agreed to call an Uber for them all after they had calmed Laura down hearing the whole story about Jamie and when they got back to fine him to make sure he was okay out here at night. Kara was worried he could have been mugged or worse in his drunken state. Laura reached the spot where Jamie had sat, it was quite with no sign of her drunken boyfriend or his bottle of stolen liquor she let out a sighed “oh for fuck's sake I left him right here!” Gale and Kara walked up looking concerned “he probably gone off with another dru..” the words died on Lauras lips as she looked into the alleyway and screamed.

It was a guy named Tom that I met through voluntary work I was in doing in Edinburgh. He was Irish and had a 12" cock, he spent hours fingering me and rimming me before he started to fuck me. He fucked me for a good few hours and by the time he had finished us and the bed were soaked in sweat.

For me, a few years back. Met a top/vers guy on a business trip, at his place. Had a sling, which I luv to ride. We sucked and fucked each other for a couple hours, swapping places in the sling. Both holes and mouths taking a couple loads each. When my next turn in the sling, he told me to hit the poppers hard. After several deep hits, he worked a very large and long toy into my well bred hole, encouraging me to continue taking popper hits. Felt so good, working my hole so deep and wide. Could feel the toy deep in my guts. Slowly, he pulled the toy out. Thinking he was going to push it all back in, I repositioned myself in the sling for more cumfort, but instead, he orders me to take several more deep popper hits, which I did, obediently. Instead of the toy, he begins to push his whole hand into my poppered hole. Never felt anything so wide in there. He worked it slow, frequently adding lube, and also telling me to take more popper hits. After a good 30 minutes of work, his hand finally popped inside. Fuck!!! That felt good. He told me to take several more popper hits, opening and handing me a freshly cracked bottle. I felt his hand form into a fist, and he began to slowly work it back and forth, stretching my hole every time he got back to his knuckles, and working up to mid-forearm deep. At some point, I couldn't take it any more, and just after taking several more popper hits, my cock erupted, spewing cum and piss all over the place - the biggest orgasm I've ever had at that point. My whole body was involved, and the waves of pleasure rolled over me for several minutes. I was so fucking wet from all the fluids shooting out of my cock, dripping all over the sling, and onto the floor. During this time, he continued to work my hole, pushing deeper, a couple inches from the elbow. When I finally calmed down, my breath still hard panting, he told me to take another several hits, as he began to withdraw his hand from my hole. A few minutes later, his hand popped out, all covered in lube and ass juice. He held it up for me to suck and clean off, which I did eagerly. He grabbed the previous toy and offered it to me, still moist with lube and my ass juices, which I also sucked clean. Took me a good 15-20 minutes before I was able to get out of the sling, and then, my legs were shaky. A session I will never forget.