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Not Entirely My Story. I took a great story and took it the next level with strong POZ overtones. If this is not allowed in this FORUM. Please allow me to delete and carry on. Girlfriend's Brother Pozzes ME While She Is At Work. I had gone over to my girlfriend's house and we were to go to see an afternoon movie and then to dinner. Amy's brother Andy informed me that she was called into work until 4 because her manager was sick. Andy was just about ready to go swimming and he asked me if I'd like to join him. I started to decline as I didn't have a swimsuit and I told him so. He told me that had a few extra swimsuits and we went to his bedroom. All he had were Speedos and I was a little shy about wearing them. He finally talked me into it and while I chose the pair I wanted, and in a flash he was already changing, unashamed, as he undressed before me. He had a great body and I was a little taken aback by the fact that I had noticed such a thing. What really intrigued me was a biohazard tattoo he had right above his long thick cock. Amy had always said he was the black sheep of the family and they always spoke in hushed tones about whenever a non-family member was in earshot. I had no clue what it was other than he was more likely gay, but that did not bother me…all that much. I undressed slowly, hoping he would go on out without me and let me change in private, but he did not. I turned away from him slightly, but I could feel his gay eyes up my straight ass as I stood there naked. I turned briefly to snatch the Speedos from his bed, and I'm sure he got a look at my cock. Strangely, I stiffened at the thought. After dressing, we went to the pool and swam and tanned for about 2 hours. We wrestled a little in the pool and I felt his hand graze my package a few times. Each time letting it linger there a bit longer than the time before. I stiffened, again. "Amy should be home in about another hour," he said. "What do you want to do to kill time?" I told him I didn't know, but I definitely wanted to change first. "Do you need to shower or do you just want to dry off?" he asked. I told him I'd like a shower. This gave me an excuse to change in the bathroom, and maybe take care of this half a boner I had going on. When I got inside I realized I had a slight problem. I had tied the string in the Speedos in a knot, and I could not get it out. I told Andy and he happily agreed to help get the knot out. On his knees, his hands working only inches from my cock, he got the knot out in about 5 minutes. But not without incident, though. His hands occasionally brushed my cock and it reacted to his gentle touching, even if it was by another guy. He saw and felt my hardening cock and said, "Is it wanting Amy?" I just smiled, embarrassed. He got to his feet and asked for the Speedos, as he was headed for the laundry room. "Can I bring them after I take my shower?" I asked. He said, "I don't want to make two trips." I hesitated, and he asked, "Embarrassed by your body? Don't be." He took his Speedos off to show me that there was nothing to i exposing his biohazard tat again. "Well?" I took them off and handed them to him. "Thanks," he said, then kissed me. As he held me I felt his cock stiffen against mine. His cock was getting hard and so was mine. "Does Amy give head? I do," he said, and he stroked my cock my rock hard cock. He stopped, turned, and went to his bedroom. "Joining me?" he asked. I don't know why I did it, but I followed him. I followed him down the hall to Amy’s room. When I walked into the room where I had fucked his sister countless times. He was lying on her bed and I laid down next to him with his hard 8 inch cock pointing straight up. He rolled over and kissed me, then his lips began kissing my neck, chest, nipples, stomach, and then found my crotch. His right hand was between my legs playing with my ass as he licked my balls and cock. I thought I was going to cum before he started sucking me off. Pre-cum appeared at the head of my cock and he carefully licked it off. Then he started to take me down, little by little, until he'd swallowed it all. His sister did give head, but not like this. He was great and the apprehension I had was now gone. I could feel the orgasm coming, my cock ready to explode. His fingers slowly explored my hole with one and two fingers. He knew I was about to cum, too, and he removed his mouth and stroked my cock as my wad shot all over my stomach. I thought he was like his sister, a non-swallower, but he licked all my cum off my body while he slipped a second finger into my ass. Andy laid next to me, and I told him that he gave great head. He held my hand, then led it to his crotch. It felt odd having someone else's cock in my hand. "I want to get a nut, too," he said. "Are you going to blow me or am I going to have to fuck you in the ass?" I decided to go down on him, and I did it directly. No wasting time licking his balls or cock. I didn't really know what I was doing or if it was correct, but Andy was moaning, so I kept it up. He was doing most of the work, his hand on the back of my head, his hips thrusting, much like what I did to his sister. Suddenly, he pulled his cock from my mouth and shot his wad all over my face. He kissed me and licked it off. He got up and got a jar of Vaseline from his dresser. "I thought I made it clear I didn't want to be fucked," I told him. "No," he said. "I want you to fuck me," and he lubed up my cock. He was on all fours, waiting for me to enter him. Even with the lubricant, his ass was tighter than Amy's pussy. It felt so good. It was odd. I could feel my balls occasionally slapping his balls as I pumped, and when I came, I came inside him. "That was great," he said. "Getting fucked is better than fucking because of the stimulating of the prostate. Plus, I got a gift for you!" I looked at him quizzically, but he just ignored me and pushed me on my back. He lifted my legs, fingered and ate my ass. He had me moaning in seconds. I felt myself get close to cumming. He leaned in and kissed me with tongue exploring my mouth. He said that was hot as he leaned down and took my cock into his mouth and sucked me and cleaned me off. I was still horned up when he pushed a finger into my ass. I jumped at the invasion, but it quickly felt good. He looked me in the eye. “We have an hour. I want to give you my gift” he said meekly as he pushed a 2nd finger into my hole. I gasped and begged him for his seed. In a flash, he had his cock lightly lubed and as he slowly withdrew his fingers he pushed his thick cock into me. I felt so full, but it felt so good. I soon felt his trimmed pubes against my balls. He had all of his 8 inch cock in me. He pistoned his meaty cock deep into my ass. I begged for his seed. “Ask for my gift” he insisted. I wondered what he meant, but I begged him for his present. “I want your gift,” I exclaimed as he slapped my ass hard. He jackhammered his raw cock in my ass. I was breathless. I held my legs up from behind my knees. I try to spread them as wide as possible to give him all the access he needed or wanted. “Give me the gift” thinking I was asking for his seed. He jackhammered my hole. I could feel myself wanting to pee. He was hitting the spot in my cunt that I had never felt before. He buried all 8 inches of his poz cock into my hole. He shouted out that he was pozzing my faggot hole. I came all over us. I never came hard in my life. I literally shot cum over my face hitting the headboard of the bed. We both laughed at my eruption. He laughed as he bred me. We were so entrenched in our love making that we did not hear the front door open and in the doorway was Amy with her fingers in her panties watching her brother breed me. I could feel his cock expand, pulse and shoot his tainted load into my virgin ass. I laid there breathless as Andy’s cock retreated from my soon to be pozzed hole. When Andy rolled off he saw his sister fingering herself. “I guess we pozzed another one huh sis” he quipped. I heard two things that made my eyes pop open in a flash. The fact Amy was watching us and he had just pozzed me. I tried to cover myself up, but I realized my clothes were in Andy’s room. I tried to rationalize what just happened and did Andy say “pozzed another one”. I asked him what he meant, and that is when Amy spoke up. “Yeah, we are both poz you see those notches in the bed post” I looked at the notched post there were at least 15 on her bedpost. She said, “there is one for every boy that Andy and I have pozzed in the last 2 years. Ever since, we had a 3sum with our poz daddy and he pozzed us both.” “our goal from that day on has been to poz as many straight acting fag boys like you” she said matter of factly. I slumped my head knowing she was right. I had been secretly craving cock for a while. I just needed a push out the door. I reached over touching Andy’s face and thanked him for his gift. I climbed back on the bed on all fours and asked him to fuck me doggy to make sure it took. Amy grabbed her dildo and sat in her chair and watched her brother breed her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend with another poz load. Wouldn't you know it, he was right. That statement got me curious and I let him fuck me. Afterwards, we showered together, toweled each other off, and then kissed. He grabbed my cock and whispered, "I'll let you know when she works again," and I enjoyed my relationship with him as much as with Amy. Do you think I should do a part two? Let me know what you think. Feedback is greatly appreciated so is hot chat. Joey I am a bareback slut who is surprised he is not poz yet

Part 9 That afternoon we all went on a bus tour of Berlin and saw all the sights and then we stopped for an early dinner, where, as always, quite a lot of alcohol was consumed. When we got back to the hotel, I had a rest and then I got ready to go and meet a couple of guys I had arranged to hook up with. I was feeling very horny and had arranged to meet up with two poz guys - they were a couple, neither of them on meds, and were looking for a hole to breed with their unmedicated loads. I had been HIV positive for about eighteen months now and I had discovered that it really turned me on to be re-charged every now and then. I found my way to their flat. They were two good looking guys - one was a bear in his late 30s, with a bio-hazard tattoo on his shoulder and the other was a thin ginger skinhead who appeared to be a few years younger. They told me their names - and then indicated that I should get on my knees and soon their trousers and pants were down and I was sucking on two nice big hard cocks, moving from one to the other until they pushed their cocks into my mouth together. The bear turned round and bent over the bed and I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue up his arse and started licking him. His boyfriend pulled my pants down and began to finger my arse and soon he was rubbing some lube into my hole. I took off my trousers and pants and knelt up on the bed as the skinhead pushed his cock into my arse and began to fuck me. I know I always say I'm more of a top, and that's true, but sometimes I just want to be used, fucked and bred and this was one of these times. The skinhead began to fuck me harder and I was loving every minute of it and then he pulled out and his partner took his place. They took turns fucking me for a while and then the bear pulled out and indicated to me to get on my back. I laid on my back and raised my legs and he went straight back up me and began to fuck me even harder. The skinhead squatted over me and pushed his arse into my face and I noticed that he too had a bio hazard tattoo - on his arse. As soon as my tongue went up him I realised he had a load up his arse and almost immediately he began to push it out into my mouth. This turned me on even more and I didn't resist as he pushed the rest of it out. When he had finished, he moved round and took his partner's place up my arse. As the skinhead fucked me, his partner rubbed some lube into his hole, stepped up behind him and pushed his cock up his arse. The skinhead stayed still for a moment and then began to fuck me again, now fucking himself on his partner's cock as he hammered my arse. I could tell he was getting close and a couple of minutes later he bent forward over me and groaned and I knew he was breeding me. The minute he pulled out my arse, his partner pushed up me and began to fuck me really hard. After just ten or twelve more thrusts he told me to take what he was giving me and shot his dirty load right up me. I left and made my way to the underground, now horny as fuck with two high viral loads up my cunt. I was quite looking forward to spending some time on my own that night. Lewis was taking Neil out for a meal and drinks to thank him for being his best man and I knew that Jamie, Jamal and Robert were going out on the town together. I wasn't sure what the others were doing but I knew exactly how I was intending to spend the evening. I had discovered the Tiergarten the last time I was in Berlin, when one of the guys I fucked took me cruising there. It had been pretty raunchy on that occasion and I was looking forward to getting my pants down in the open air and hopefully taking a few more loads with no questions asked. I was fairly sure I could remember the way and I came out of the S Bahn, walked past the Burger King and along the road towards the roundabout and before long I had found the area I was looking for. There were already quite a few guys cruising around and passed one fit guy who had his cock out and went down on him. I sucked him for a while and then stood up, pulled my pants down and bent over, offering him my arse. He went straight up me and began to fuck me. He said something in German I didn't understand and then repeated it in English. "You have already been fucked?" I nodded and he pushed me forward and began to fuck me really hard. I sensed he just wanted to get off and I bent forward and enjoyed another good hard bareback fuck. He didn't last very long and soon I was being bred for the third time that evening. A short time later I joined a group of guys who were wanking and sucking and at one point I was standing opposite a good looking guy who looked to be around my age - mid to late 20s. He had a nice big cock and I leaned forward to suck it. As I was sucking his cock, I felt hands on my arse, pulling my cheeks apart and fingering my hole. Then I felt a cock pushing up my arse and seconds later I was being fucked again. I decided not to look round to see who was fucking me - I didn't really care who it was - and I was quite happy to be fucked by anyone who wanted to breed me that night. The guy fucking me shot his load and another guy went up me as soon as he pulled out. When the second guy pulled out, the guy I was sucking pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved round behind me. I felt his cock pushing up my arse and I bent forward, sucking on any cock that was presented to me and enjoying what was turning out to be one of the horniest cruising sessions I had experienced in a long time. I felt the guy fucking me getting ready to cum just as one guy shot his load in my mouth and another wanked his out all over my face. As I bent over to pull my pants up, I could feel some of the cum running down my legs and decided to take a break. I remembered that the guy who had taken me to the Tiergarten before had shown me another cruising area, which as far as I could remember was just across the road from this part of the park. I set off back up the path to the road, enjoying the cool night air and enjoying even more the sensation of my arse being well and truly loaded. A short time later I found the other cruising area, which was quite quiet. There was a toilet block which appeared to be open all night and nearby were some table tennis tables. When I had been there before, some guys were bent over the tables getting fucked. This time there was only one guy, a stocky, older guy with a really fit arse, bent over the table with his pants down. I was tempted, but I didn't want to cum just yet. I noticed a young guy with dark hair and glasses, who looked to be in his late teens or early twenties. He was thin and quite nerdy looking and was looking over at the tables as if he wanted to join in the action but wasn't quite confident enough yet. A tall young black guy moved in behind the guy bent over the table. He pulled his trousers and pants down and I heard the other guy groan as the black guy went up him. So far I hadn't seen anyone use a condom and I watched them fuck for a while and then made my way back to the cruising area on the other side of the road. It was a bit busier and, feeling even more horny than before, I watched a young guy getting fucked over a tree branch and when the guy fucking him had finished , he pulled his pants up and wandered off. I decided to take his place and soon I was leaning over the tree branch, pants down, arse in the air. It was not long before someone went up me and, once again, I didn't look round to see who it was. I stayed bent over the tree for a while and was fucked by several guys, some of whom shot their load up me and some who just fucked me for a while and then pulled out. As far as I could tell, none of them used condoms. After a while, most of the guys had wandered off and I decided to call it a night. I was still very horny though - in addition to the two guys who had fucked me earlier in the evening, I guessed that at least some of the guys who bred me in the park were also poz, and I was feeling at my most toxic. I decided to take a last walk across the road and see if anything was happening there . Two guys were now bent over the tables, both being fucked, and the young lad I had seen earlier was still there watching. He had moved a bit closer to the tables and as we both watched the scene in front of us, I began to cruise him. I didn't think I could get him to bend over the tables, but I thought I might get to fuck him if I got him somewhere quieter. He was clearly interested, and after a while I was rubbing my cock through my trousers and he was doing the same. I was about to suggest moving somewhere quieter when he moved towards the tables. He looked behind him to make sure I was following him and then, to my surprise, he pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over the table, looking over his shoulder at me. As I moved in behind him, he reached round and pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his arsehole. This lad was clearly up for it! I felt his hole and found it lubed, so I wasted no time in moving in behind him, positioned my cock against his hole and then pushing it slowly up his arse. He was very tight, so I gave him a moment to get used to my cock and then I began to fuck him. He groaned and bent forward over the table as I began to fuck him harder and soon he was moaning and playing with his cock as I fucked him, enjoying every minute of feeling my cock thrusting up his tight young arse. I hadn't cum all evening and I was super horny after being fucked so many times and before long I was getting close. I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him as hard as I could and then I felt myself starting to cum. It felt like I was never going to stop cumming as I fired load after load of highly toxic dirty cum into his tight young arse. As I pulled out, I realised we had attracted a bit of an audience and, as I stepped back, another guy moved forward and went up the young lad's arse. Three or four older guys were watching and wanking and I was fairly sure the young lad was going to end up getting gang banged. He had started off very shy and hesitant, but he was now totally into being fucked. I was pleased that I had helped him on his way to becoming the cumdump he so obviously wanted to be. I was tired now and started to make my way back up the path to the road. A little further ahead I saw a stocky ginger guy in a sweatshirt and jogging bottoms standing just off the path and my first thought was that he looked very like James from our group. As I got nearer, I realised that it was James. He was standing back from the path, and I noticed that he had his hand down the front of his jogging bottoms. He was facing a little away from me and I realised he was being cruised. A short, dark haired guy had moved in closer to him now and James turned round and moved further back off the path. I couldn't resist following at a discreet distance to see what would happen, and a few minutes later I was watching from behind a bush as James pulled his jogging bottoms and pants down and the guy went down and started sucking his cock. I was getting hard myself now as I watched the guy sucking James's cock and after a while they changed places and James went down and started sucking the dark haired guy. I wondered if James was going to let the guy cum in his mouth, but I realised he had something else in mind as he stood up and said something to the other guy an then, turning around, he pushed his pants right down and bent forward against a tree. The guy moved behind James and pulled his arse cheeks apart. Seconds later, I heard James groan loudly and I knew that the guy had gone right up his arse. I moved in closer and watched James being fucked. The guy was fucking him quite hard now and I began to play with myself as I watched his big cock thrusting up James's arse. I guessed from the way he had slid his cock up James so easily that James must have been well lubed or must have been fucked already that evening. I could tell the guy was getting close and, as I watched, he pushed his cock hard up James's arse a couple of time and held it there and I knew James was getting his apparently straight arse loaded with cum. I know of course that you can never tell which apparently straight guys might be into cock, but I had certainly never thought that I would see James, who talked a lot about his girlfriend and two young children at home, taking it bareback up the arse in a cruising ground. The guy pulled out and disappeared as James straightened up and then bent down to pull up his pants and jogging bottoms and I had a great view of his arse. I had certainly never thought when James showed his arse during the challenge that, not only would I get to see it again, but I would get to see it being fucked! I made my way back up the road and, after first going in the wrong direction, I set off for the short walk back to our hotel. As I walked along, I could feel some of the cum I had taken that night sliding out into my underpants and soaking the back of my jeans, and I thought I should probably have squatted in the bushes and pushed some of it out before I left the park. As I got closer to the hotel, I noticed a couple of familiar figures up ahead - it was Neil and Lewis on their way back from their night out. I could see that Lewis was really drunk and Neil was struggling to support him and keep him upright. I caught them up and soon I was helping Neil to keep Lewis on his feet. This was not easy, as Neil appeared to be almost as drunk as Lewis. As we got closer to the hotel, Lewis was muttering about how he needed to piss, and I realised he was about to unzip himself right in the middle of the street. Neil and I managed to get him up an alley and before long he had unzipped himself and was pissing hard against the wall. At one point, he lurched to the side and pissed all down his trousers. We straightened him up and Neil said "Take hold of his dick." I took hold of Lewis's dick and held it for him while he continued to piss against the wall. When he had finished, I helped him put his dick away and he grinned drunkenly at me and said "Thanks, mate!" We managed to get Lewis up into his room and onto his bed. "We can't leave him like that, " said Neil "he's soaked in piss." Lewis was in a bit of a mess, but I was surprised when Neil said "Give me a hand, mate," and began to undo Lewis's trousers. I hitched Lewis's legs up and Neil pulled his trousers and pants off. Lewis's cock flopped out - it looked as if he was half hard and Neil grinned at me and motioned to me to take hold of it. I shook my head. "No way!" "Go on, mate!" said Neil I was tempted and, encouraged by Neil, I gently took hold of Lewis's cock. Neil grinned at me and motioned to me to play with it. Lewis's cock was already growing in my hand and I began to play with it. Neil grinned and motioned to me to continue and soon Lewis's cock was fully hard and I was wanking him gently. I wasn't sure if Lewis was awake or not now - his eyes were closed but he was grinning drunkenly as I wanked him. Neil was playing with his cock through his trousers and he motioned to me to take Lewis's cock in my mouth. I was very hesitant, but I was also beginning to wonder if Neil and Lewis had planned this between them. Either way, I was horny enough to bend forward and take Lewis's cock into my mouth and soon he was giving little moans as I sucked his cock. His eyes were still closed and he was still grinning and clearly enjoying being sucked as his cock was getting even harder in my mouth. Neil moved round behind me and put his hand on my arse. "What the fuck?" he said as he felt the cum which had soaked my pants and the back of my jeans. "Is that what I think it is?" he asked I nodded. "Fuck!" he said. He was playing with my arse now, pushing my jeans and pants into the crack of my arse as I sucked Lewis. Suddenly I felt the head of Lewis's cock get bigger in my mouth and almost immediately he shot a huge load of cum into my mouth. I kept sucking until I had swallowed all of Lewis's cum and Neil grinned at me and motioned to me to follow him into the toilet. "You dirty cunt!" he said as he pushed his hand against my arse again. "How many guys fucked you?" he asked I shrugged. "I don't know, six or seven, maybe more." "You dirty cunt!" he said again, "You dirty fucking cunt!" He had bent me forward now and he pulled down my trousers and pants and moved in behind me. I felt his hard cock pushing against my arse. I spread my legs and bent further forward and within seconds he was up me and I was being fucked again. "Oh fuck.......fuck yeah!" Neil groaned as he began to fuck me harder . I suddenly thought of Lewis ad wondered if he was awake. If he was, he could hardly fail to hear us fucking but I didn't have much time to think about that as Neil groaned again and pushed right up me and I knew he was firing a big load of cum right into me. We left Lewis lying on his side, snoring, in just his T shirt and socks and made our way quietly back to my room. It had certainly been quite a surprising evening - and there were more surprises to come before the trip was over.

Part 10: Brotherly Love (aka the much discussed chapter) “Does anyone know?” I asked. “No,” Jay said. “Does anyone know that you’re… well, you know?” I shook my head. “So,” he said. “I guess you’re not the last virgin in the house after all. Right?” I shook my head. “You slept with another man?” I nodded. “What was it like?” he asked. I looked at him, noticing in his eyes a longing. He really wanted to know. “It’s incredible,” I said. “Better than I could have imagined.” “So, not into women anymore?” “I… uh… I don’t know,” I told him. “Maybe. I got thrown into everything so fast, I never really stopped to think about it.” “Well, I won’t tell anyone.” “Thanks,” I said. “Though, it would involve you telling them how you found out which doesn’t make you look too good either.” Jay nodded. “I’m sorry that I tricked you into sucking my dick.” His words hung in the air, neither of us able to wrap our minds around the truth. We were no longer just brothers. I didn’t know what we were now. “ Can I tell you,” Jay started, “I’ve had plenty of blow jobs in my life, but nothing like that. I had trouble breathing after.” “Really?” For some reason, I felt proud. Jaw slept around a lot, so hearing that I was seemingly the best did make me feel good. “I’ve always wondered what it’s like,” Jay said, “but I’ve never tried.” He moved closer to me, the heat of his body pulsing against me. “Could you… would you try…” He looked up into my eyes, leaning forward and kissing me. For split second, I wanted to recoil, the idea of my brother’s lips on mind turning my stomach, but as the moment passed, I found myself draw into the kiss. “Fuck,” Jay said, breaking the kiss and catching his breath. He looked down at his dick and laughed. “You’ve got me dripping, brother.” “Me too,” I said. He leaned in again, but I reached out and stopped him. “I can’t,” I said. “Is it because I’m…” “No,” I said. “Well, partly. I’m not sure. It should be.” Jay smiled. “I know. It should be disgusting, but, I’ve got to tell you, it feels hot.” “Jay, there’s something you don’t know about me.” “I know that you’re gay,” he said. “What else is there?” I backed away and pulled off my shirt, revealing my chest and the tattoo on it. Jay’s eyes grew wide at the sight. “Does that mean what I think it means?” “I’m poz,” I told him. “How long?” “A few weeks,” I said. “Almost two months.” “Who?” “The guy I told you about at dinner. The guy that started coming to church.” “Is he?” “He’s not religious. It’s a long story. He fucked me a few times and I converted. I got this tattoo from him. He’s a tattoo artist.” “Are you dating?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “Sort of.” “Does your church know?” “Fuck, no,” I said. “No one knows. Well, not no one. You know now.” “So, you don’t want to fuck me because you don’t want to poz me?” I nodded. Jay turned and went to his duffle bag, opening a zipper and pulling out a small square packet. Even though I had never seen one in person, I knew it was a condom. “Problem solved.” “Jay, no. It isn’t right.” “You’ve already sucked me off,” he said. “And with a condom, we’ll be careful. Please. I’ve always wondered what it’s like to get fucked. If it’s with you, at least I know it’s with someone who will be careful. Please.” I stared at the condom and then at Jay. How had we come to this point? How had I journeyed from a straight virgin pastor to a poz gay man contemplating sleeping with his brother? How far had I fallen? How much of a pig was I? There was only one way to tell. I took the condom and looked Jay in the eye. “If you make a noise, you’ll wake the whole house. You’ll have to be quiet.” “Okay,” he said. “Do you have lube?” “Some,” he said, returning to his bag. He handed me a packet the same size as the condom. “Get on the bed,” I told him. “On your back. Leg’s up toward your chest.” To say that Jay was eager would have been an understatement. He scrambled onto the bed and pulled his knees to his chest, revealing a hair hole. I opened the condom, turning it over. “Don’t you know how to put one on?” Jay asked. I pointed at my tattoo. “Clearly not.” “Here,” he said, taking the condom. He reached out and placed it on the head of my dick, a bit of precum dripping into the tip. “Ooops, wrong way around,” Jay flipped the condom and started to roll it on. It felt weird knowing my brother was touching my dick. Then again, I was about to shove it into his ass. “Alright,” Jay said, returning to his back, legs pulled up to his chest. “Fill me up.” I opened the packet of lube and squirted some on my dick, leaving some which I squirted into my hand. I climbed onto the bed and ran my hand along Jay’s asshole. “Fuck,” he moaned. “I’ve got to open you up first,” I told him, slipping one of my fingers inside. His body pulled away for a moment, but I brought him back, slipping another finger inside. “You’re tight,” I told him. “Fucking tight,” he said. “Three fingers now,” I said, moving in and out of my brother’s hole, my fingers opening him up. “Now four.” “Fuck,” Jay moaned, his hands shaking, almost loosing grip of his legs. “How do you do this?” “Practice,” I told him, moving my fingers faster. Once he was open, I removed my fingers and lined my dick up to his hole. I looked him in the eye as my dick head pressed into his hole. “Are you ready?” He nodded. I pushed forward, my dick sliding inside. Jay’s head flew back, his mouth open, ready to scream. I lunged forward, my hand covering his mouth. At the same time, my dick forced itself inside, causing his back to arch off the bed. “You’ve got to be quiet,” I whispered, holding my hand over his mouth until I knew he wasn’t going to scream. “Fuck,” Jay moaned, a tear in his eye. “You’re fucking huge.” “I told you I was.” I started pumping inside him, starting slow before speeding up. “How’s that feel?” “Incredible,” he said. A large smile filled his face. “Does it always feel like this?” “Don’t know,” I told him. “Dominic is the only one who has fucked me.” “How many times?” “I didn’t keep track.” “More than twenty?” “Way more than twenty.” “My brother, a little slut.” My pace was picking up. Our bodies were sweating as the temperature of the room reached dangerous levels. I watched as his body moved beneath me. His eyes were closed, his face contorting every time my dick disappeared fully into his hole. His dick was fully hard, precum dripping over his abs. His balls were pulled tight into his body. For a moment, I forgot that he was my brother. Instead, I saw a beautiful man giving himself over to me. “I’ve never felt like this,” he groaned. “What is that?” “Your prostate,” I told him. “I think I’m gunna cum,” he said. “I’m not even jerking off.” “Sometimes it feels better that way.” I could feel myself growing close. “Fuck, I’m cumming,” he moaned, eyes open, watching as cum shot out over his chest. “Holy shit.” “Taste it,” I told him, my breath growing short. “Really?” he asked. “I did,” I reminded him. He scooped some in his hand and reluctantly dropped it on his tongue. I could tell he didn’t like the taste. I scooped some up and tasted it again, my eyes meeting his. “Fuck,” he groaned. “I’m gonna cum,” I told him, my heart pounding. “Do it,” he said. I felt my stomach contort as my balls shot up into my body, muscles quaking as my cum shot into the condom. It fell odd feeling the cum pooling around my dick, especially as I tended to cum so much. I was afraid it would ooze out. I pulled out and removed the condom, almost half of it filled with cum. “So not only is your dick bigger,” Jay said, “but you cum bucket loads.” “Guess I’m just lucky,” I said. “What a waste for a pastor.” “A poz pastor,” I added. “Who just fucked his own brother.” “Imagine if Mom and Dad knew,” he said. “They can’t know.” “Obviously,” he said. I brought the condom up to my mouth and poured the contents back, swallowing my cum down. “I liked the fucking,” Jay said, “but I don’t understand what you like about tasting cum.” “Tastes good to me.” I crawled off the bed and stood back, admiring Jay. All I could think about was how Dominic would love to see us there, the smell of our sweaty bodies permeating the air. I grabbed my phone and brought it back to the bed. “What are you doing?” Jay asked. “Thought I’d send a picture to Dominic,” I said. “Is that alright?” “Fine by me,” he said. I took a picture of Jay and sent it, waiting for a response. “So, is your boyfriend big too?” he asked. “Ten inches,” I told him. “Not fucking fair,” he said. My phone buzzed. “Are you fucking serious?” Dominic shouted on the other end. “You fucked your brother?” “Sure did,” I said. “He let you poz him? Does he know?” “I wore a condom.” “Sorry to hear that.” “Listen, I’m not pozzing my brother.” “No, but you still fucked him.” “Yes, I did.” “You’re more twisted than I imagined,” Dominic said. “Any chance of bringing him home?” “I doubt it.” “Too bad.” “I’ve got to go.” “Have fun.” “Sounds like he liked what he saw,” Jay said. “More than you know?” I told him. “Want to go another round?” Jay asked. “I’ve got more condoms.” I smiled. We continued fucking. I kept wearing condoms, fearing that I would give my brother HIV. I understood now why Dominic refused to wear a condom. It felt unnatural. I missed feeling skin on skin, even if it was with my brother. On the third night, as I was fucking Jay, a knock on the door startled us. “Shit,” Jay whispered, pushing me off of him. I scrambled to collect myself, pulling covers over me and my tattoo. I looked down and saw the blanket tenting. I squashed my dick down, wincing at the pain. “Are you alright in there?” our mom called. “The door’s locked. We don’t allow locked doors in this house. You know that.” “I’m naked, Mom,” Jay shouted back, wiping lube from his ass. “Unless you want to barge in and see my dick.” “Language, Jay.” “What do you want, Mom?” “I was just seeing if you wanted some cookies.” “Mom, we’re grown men. We don’t want cookies.” “Sorry for asking,” she said, storming off. Jay and I exchanged glances, laughing at the near miss. “Still hard?” he asked. I pulled back the cover, revealing a slowly rising dick. “On my way up.” We quickly ran out of condoms, but Jay went out and bought more. As I slipped it on, there was something odd about it, something I couldn’t figure out. “What is it?” Jay asked. He was reaching down, shoving his own fingers into his ass. From all our fucking, his hole had opened up well. Still, he was really shoving his fingers deep inside. “Not sure,” I said. I slipped my dick inside him and started slowly pumping in and out. Again, something wasn’t right. I stopped. “Keep going,” Jay said. After a minute, I noticed that the unpleasant feeling of the condom was gone, replaced now by the feeling I was used to. I started to pull out, but Jay’s legs wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer until I was stretched out over him. “Feel good?” Jay asked. “Really good,” I told him. “I just hate the feeling of condoms.” “That’s why I got these new ones,” he said. “They feel like you’re wearing nothing at all.” His legs wrapped tighter. “Really fuck me. Fuck me hard.” “You’ve got it.” I started slamming hard into his ass, trying to hit his prostate while also making sure the bed wasn’t making too much noise. Though I knew I didn’t want to ever wear condoms again, I had to admit that the ones Jay bought were amazing. It felt as if I was fucking him bare. Jay jerked off his cock, but while he normally came first, he was slowing his strokes. “I’m gunna cum,” I told him, my sweat dripping off my body and onto his. “Do it,” he said, smiling. I made one final thrust, entering him as far as I could go, and then my heart dropped. The feeling I had felt over the past few days, the feeling of cum pooling around my dick, was missing. Instead, it felt as it had when I had fucked Dr. Wade. I looked down at Jay with wide eyes, mouth hung open, fearful. Jay only smiled, his legs pulling me tighter to his body. “My turn,” he said. He closed his eyes and jerked his cock one final time, his cum shooting out between us, hitting my chest and mixing into my chest hair, dripping down onto his body. As he gained his breath, I worked to pull myself from out of his legs’ hold. Pulling out my dick, I first saw the condom wrapped around the base of my shaft like a ring, and then the skin of my dick coated in blood and cum. The condom had broken. “Shit,” I said, looking at Jay’s ass. It was swollen with bits of blood and cum leaking out. “Oh, fuck. Shit. SHIT!” “Be quiet,” Jay hissed. “You’re going to wake everyone up.” “Jay,” I said, standing up on his bed, pointing my dick out to him. “The condom broke. It broke, and I didn’t know, and I… I just… I just came inside you.” Jay reached a hand down to his ass and touched his hole, his fingers rubbing the blood and cum around the swollen lips. “Yeah,” he said. “Feels like you did.” “Jay, we’ve got to do something,” I told him. “We’ve got to get you to a hospital. We’ve got to get you help.” “Why?” he asked. I stood there stunned. “Jay, have you completely forgotten what this is?” I pointed at my tattoo. “I’m poz. That means my cum is toxic. You’re bleeding.” “Yeah,” he said, looking at his fingers. “I know.” “I don’t understand,” I said, unaware of his calm tone as my stress intensified. “That didn’t happen with the other condoms. Why did these break? Were they cheaper?” “Yeah,” Jay said. “I wasn’t going to pay a ton of money for condoms I was going to poke holes in.” I stared down at my brother, his words sinking into my brain. “What?” “I poked holes in the condom,” Jay said. “I used one of Mom’s needles.” “Why would you do that?” “So it would break,” he said. “Why would you want it to break?” I demanded, my voice growing louder. “Because you wouldn’t fuck me unless you wore one,” he said. “Remember the first night you fucked me, you didn’t know how to put the condom on. I put it on you wrong at first on purpose. I wanted to see if I got a rush from knowing a bit of your precum was on the outside when you fucked me. It was just a little risk, but it was amazing.” I backed away from the bed, my head spinning. “You wanted me to poz you?” “Not exactly,” Jay said. “Look, you know I sleep around. And, yes, I bring condoms with me, but I don’t always use them. I like taking risks with sex. Sometimes, I like fucking a woman, knowing I could be impregnating her. She always knows I’m bare, but still. I like risks. When you told me you were poz, I just couldn’t go without having you fuck me at least once without a condom. I knew you wouldn’t if I asked you, so I tricked you.” “Do you understand what you’ve done?” “Yeah, I’ve taken a risk,” he said. “I’m a grown adult who makes his own choices. I like doing risky things. I’m allowed to. Besides, did you know that your boyfriend was poz when he fucked you?” I shook my head. “And you’re still with him,” Jay said. “Sounds risky to me. Actually, a pastor fucking anyone out of wedlock is risky, let alone a gay man. Seems like you like to take risks too.” I sat down on the bed, the fear which had been coursing through my body lessening. “What happens if you get sick?” I asked him. Jay shrugged. “That’s a part of the risk. If I do, then I’ll have a part of you as a part of me forever. Seems like a cool thing for brothers. Anyway, do you feel any different now than before?” I waited, thinking hard. “No,” I told him. “Converting sucked. Worst flu ever. If anything, I feel freer. I definitely feel hornier.” “Good news for me,” Jay said. “I love feeling horny.” “I know you do,” I said, a slight smile appearing. “I know you’re going to be mad at me,” Jay said. “I’m sorry. I don’t regret doing it. I don’t regret you fucking me for the last few nights. The best sex I’ve ever had has been with you.” I turned at looked at Jay, an overwhelming feeling of anger and love flowing through me. He reached out and pulled me face into a kiss. We went to sleep without talking, and when I woke up the next morning, I crept out of the room and went for a run. When I got back, I found that Jay’s things were gone. “Hey, Mom,” I said, coming down stairs. “Where’s Jay.” “He had to leave early,” she said. “He wanted me to let you know that he’s glad you two were able to get closer these past few days. He hopes you can get together and do it again soon.” “Yeah,” I said. “Maybe.” ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Alright, just to settle the discussion, I'll let you know what was in the chapter before I made changes. Originally, Will Fucked Jay several times, but he always wore a condom. They parted ways with nothing really happening. I decided to change this for a few reasons. 1. This site is called "Breeding Zone" which comes with some expectations. 2. Having Jay being a risk taker with sex answers why he had Will suck his dick. 3. This provides a way for Jay to return in a later chapter (maybe). Anyway, with all that said, I can assure you that what you're getting here is FAR superior to what I had before. Also, thanks to those who messaged me with ideas. I can't promise I'll use everything, but I appreciate seeing what you think/want to have happen. Some of you have some REALLY twisted minds. I also appreciate the love. I'm taken back by your comments supporting the story. I almost never posted. Now, no arguing. Just keep jerking off.

I will work on part 2 this week

Here's a pre-print study on breakthrough infections (cases where the vaccine failed to work)… https://www.medrxiv.org/content/10.1101/2022.08.03.22278233v1.full.pdf It should be noted that the vaccine was given to people ~11 days on average AFTER confirmed close contact with an infected person (confirmed by PCR). So they're not talking about the average slut who gets his MPX vaccine, waits two weeks, and then goes to the bathhouse. They studied 274 people and 12 (4%) had breakthrough infections, but most (10) were within 5 days of receiving the vaccine. Two (1%) had infections further out - (22, 25 days). Curiously the two who were past 5 days both had pets and the 10 who got it earlier didn't have pets. Again, this does not speak to the efficacy of the vaccine in the manner most of you are using or depending on it. It's just interesting data…

This is a tale about me, Logan Ball and my journey from innocent newbie in the theatre biz to a seasoned pro spreading more than just my talent and love of theatre. This first chapter is how my eyes were opened to the amazing opportunity I had been given and the gift I received from an unlikely source. Chapter One - Alma I wasn’t out of college yet when I got cast in my first non-Equity tour of an old Broadway show. We were finishing up senior showcases in New York City and I decided to try for a cattle call audition and I got lucky! Eighteen years of dance and voice lessons had paid off! My 6’ 2” frame and lithe build didn’t hurt, nor did my shining green eyes and auburn hair. I would get to graduate and move straight from my apartment in Michigan to out-of-town tech rehearsal in the heart of Arkansas for a month before we hit the road and I would get to travel and be paid to do what I loved. Dreams were coming true and prayers were being answered! My enthusiasm was slightly tempered when I saw the accommodations: I would be sharing a room with another chorus boy in a mediocre hotel just outside the town. I told myself that I shouldn’t mind too much — I would be working in the theater and rehearsal rooms all day, so I would only be there to crash. My roommate turned out to be a fun guy who had been on the road before with a few shows. We bonded over gin martinis that first night and decided we would be friends. The rehearsal schedule was intense and we were constantly thrown between music rehearsals, choreography sessions, blocking rehearsals, wig and costume fittings. . . you never felt like you were in one place for very long. In the background the set was beginning to take shape onstage and we were moving toward our technical rehearsals. The one thing left to decide was who in the chorus cast would fly. The show required one member of the cast to fly across the set in three places during the show. Once, just zooming across, and two more times doing some rolls and flying in zig-zags. I had volunteered (having had tumbling experience) but was a bit worried because of my height. Our first day of tech came and the director came over to me, “Logan we need to get you fitted into the flying harness. I thought Max would be up for it, but he’s afraid of heights.” “No problem!” I responded, trying to keep my boyish excitement under control. I trotted over to the stage left wing and grabbed the stage manager, “where do I go for the harness?” The stage manager didn’t even look up from her prompt script, pointing toward the shadows upstage. I heard the director call for an hour lunch break as I started back toward the dark corner where the road cases which would transport the set were stored. As I approached the cases an older guy walked out from between two large trunks and walked up to me. “Are you Logan?” His voice was rough, sounding like he had been drinking a bottle of whiskey a night for as long as I had been alive. As I got closer I noticed he wasn’t really that old. Maybe mid-forties, but he had a drawn look about him as if he hadn’t had a good meal in awhile. His eyes were mischievous, but he was still a handsome man. “Yes, that’s me! I am supposed to see someone about getting fitted in the flying harness for the rehearsal this afternoon.” I stuck out my hand to shake his. The man looked me up and down before grabbing my hand. “My name’s Johnny. I’ll be the flight coordinator on this show and will be getting you clipped in and out of the harness every time you go up. Come back here and let me get you fitted. I’m sure we have something that will work for you.” He gave me that curious sweep with his eyes as he yanked my arm forward to follow him. We retreated back to the box fort of boxes where he had set up a little station full of carabiners, rope, flying wire, rigging wire, and several different harness types with various attachments. “Strip to your undies, man.” I started a bit. Actors aren’t really repressed people; we change in front of others all the time, but I guess I didn’t expect to be down to my Calvins in front of this old guy. As I started to strip, I looked at Johnny a little closer. He was wearing the requisite black work shirt that technicians on the tour were wearing, but instead of slacks he was wearing a black kilt with tons of pockets. I thought that was kind of an interesting choice, but it accentuated his thin torso and gave his hips some flair. I stripped off my shorts and cute shirt that I felt accentuated my twink frame. Johnny walked around me, taking in my bubble butt and bulge in my steel-banded Calvin Klein briefs. I normally wasn’t shy about my body, but something in this man’s gaze made me feel like I was being looked at for the first time as a man instead of a boy. “Okay, I think we’re going to have to have two harnesses. One is going to be your regular harness for the first flight just straight across the stage. We want to make sure your chest and groin are both supported since they want to get you going at some speed.” He continued to look at me critically, “and the second harness is just a harness around your groin and hips that allows for some acrobatics. The problem is that you’ll have to strip off your costume each show so we can swap the harnesses out under your clothes.” Johnny leaned in and started to feel up around my shoulders, “You have okay muscle tone, but we’ll work on that during the tour.” His hand slowly slid down across both my pecs before it continued down my abs. His hand left a wave of goosebumps wherever it passed. Johnny leaned in and looked me straight in the eyes, “we’ll get you in perfect shape to use this,” he grabbed my bulge firmly and I noticed for the first time that I had gotten hard being objectified by this man, “to do its job.” He squeezed with a little more pressure and my breath caught in my throat. After a moment of intensity when all I saw were his eyes and I felt I couldn’t breathe, he shuffled back to the harness selection and picked up two models. “Okay boy, let’s get you fitted.” Once the intensity of the moment wore off (and I was able to convince my brain to breathe on its own again) we spent half an hour getting in and out of the two harnesses, correcting all the various straps and ties to fit me snugly. He even hooked me into the fly system and raised me up a few times to check the counterbalances and make sure it would all work. I continued on with the rest of rehearsal that day with a little bit of fog in my head. The crotch grab and intensity of the old man’s stare wouldn’t leave my mind and I knew I was hooked, on what, though, I didn’t know. * * * * * * That night after we were finished with our crazy 16 hour day, I walked backstage to grab my bag and head to the bus to get back to the hotel when Johnny came up to me. “Logan I need a few more minutes of your time to check one more thing before we fly you around in rehearsal tomorrow.” “Okay, I just don’t want to miss the bus back to the hotel.” “Don’t worry about that, I can bring you back in my car. This might take another twenty minutes or so.” I shrugged, grabbing my bag and following him back behind the boxes for the second time that day. “Strip,” was the command he gave and I immediately started to obey. As I was shucking off my shorts again, I noticed the front of his black kilt bulging out. I felt my eyes go wide and was sure my pupils dilated. . . My hormones were off the charts. When I straightened, his eyes were boring holes into my own. “Do you want this?” I nodded. “Be warned, it has a stinger.” I just knelt down and lifted the front of his kilt, exposing his freeballing 9” cock with a beautiful foreskin covering a bullet-shaped head. I tentatively licked his slit and felt his slick precum on my tongue. My college experience had seen me suck a few cocks, but this was by far the biggest I had seen in real life. I grinned as I thought how slutty I must look — rehearsal-ruffled hair, shining eyes, and licking the head of this old guy’s dick like it was the sweetest treat in the world! The licking didn’t last long before Johnny really took control, grabbing my head and forcing his cock down my throat. I wasn’t expecting as much aggression, so I more or less immediately gagged and dry heaved. “Yeah, bitch, there’s more than one reason that I made sure you missed lunch today.” He drove his cock back down my throat as I sputtered and choked around it. “You’ll be fine, you just need to breathe.” By this point, he has done this five or six times and I am starting to leak mucus out of my mouth and it is coating his cock and balls. “That’s it boy, get my dick nice and slick. It is going to be in your hole in a couple of minutes.” My eyes flew wide at that pronouncement. “But Johnny, I’ve never taken anything in my ass before, and you’re huge!” Johnny just laughed and impaled my head on his cock again. I had always imagined that I would put my career first for a few years then meet some young twink straight from college and top him for my first experience. I wasn’t a submissive, so why were my hormones not letting me tell this man, ‘hell no’? Johnny pulled all the way out of my mouth, with just a line of spit leaving an arc connecting my lips with the head of his cock. Johnny pulled me to my feet, spun me around, and ripped open the back of my underwear in what seemed like one smooth motion. Before I could even think of protesting he pushed me up against a trunk and slid his saliva-slicked member up my crack, teasing my hole. I had never felt anything like it before. His chest pressed up against my back as he continued to slick my crack and I could feel his breath on my right ear. “I’m going to open you up and change your life, Logan.” He took a nibble of my earlobe, making me moan. “I could tell that you are a top the moment I met you, but you’re young and need an elder to teach you how to treat a boy.” His head started probing my still-tight hole. “Before this tour is over I am going to show you the pleasure you can give your partners. . .” I felt him start to enter me ever so slowly as I tried to relax. “. . . you are going to bestow on men something that will change their lives, just as I am going to change yours.” The pressure was growing now, and I started to feel a little twinge of pain as his head seemed to pry my hole apart by force. “I’m going to show you what your dick can do, and you will submit to me, your ultimate father.” My hormone-drunk brain thought that was peculiar, but I had the distraction of his head completely popping in to distract me. I let out a hiss of air as I hadn’t been breathing. “You’re going to take this cock every day until the end of your contract next year and you will see just how much difference a year can make.” With that, he knocked the back of my knees with his hands and I fell onto all 9” of his cock at once. I screamed, cried, and blubbered in the next thirty minutes as Johnny tore up my ass. What had started out as just pain when I took his entire length at once became pleasurable as we found a rhythm and he fucked me senseless. At one point he spun me around and with strength I didn’t know he possessed, grabbed my legs and lifted my back against the roacd cases. “Logan, look me in the eyes as I cum inside you. This will be a moment you will never forget.” I did as I was ordered and saw his pupils flash as I gave my body totally over to ecstasy. With a final mighty thrust that I felt in my lungs, I felt his cock expand as warmth spread through my abdomen. ------------ Part Two coming soon! 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Here's the last part of the first chapter -- I know it is long, but I wanted to lay the ground work of who Logan is and why he decides to do what he will in later chapters. Please feel free to leave comments, suggestions, encouragement, etc. on this post or drop me a message. I love hearing from you all! Enjoy! * * * * * * After scurrying around getting things ready (and more than one peculiar look from my roommate when I ran upstairs to grab a fresh water bottle and brush my teeth) the excitement of last night combined with the excitement that today I would be flying! Rehearsal for a musical is a lot of mundane and repetitive work, so new experiences are treasured. Since Johnny was the flight director, it meant we would be seeing a lot of each other the next few days — something I can’t say I was disappointed in. The chatter in the cast van over to the theatre was fun and we all seemed to be in god spirits. My face was stretched into a stupid grin, thinking about how so much had changed and a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I let the insane chatter continue around me as I thought about how the rest of my day would continue. . . My first flight sequence was pretty straightforward. I had some time to get backstage, strip out of my costume, get into the first harness, dress, and have plenty of time to be hoisted into the air before I soared across the stage. Johnny was there waiting to help me into the harness. I noticed his kilt bulging out more than a bit in the front as I walked up, and I added a little extra swish to my hips as I turned my back to him. “Logan, you have no idea what you do to me,” he growled in my ear as I shucked off my shirt and lowered my pants. “I hope you know how much time we have before your last flight.” I began thinking about the end of the show. It was true, I had a good twenty minutes between when I went offstage the first time and returned to perform some aerial maneuvers. I turned around and started to step into the harness he was holding outstretched. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I asked. He looked at my wicked grin and grabbed my ass while he was strapping me in. “Sweet cheeks, our lives just got a lot more fun.” I hurried to get my costume back on while he tested the various wires and ropes to make sure I would be secure. When he hoisted me up, I fixed an appropriate expression on my face and began my elegant soar over the set and to the other side before dashing back onstage to continue the show. The second lift was pressed for time, so there was just some desperate groping and teasing on both our parts while we managed to get everything set and I finished the second flight flawlessly. It was the last flight of the day when I knew I had time to take things to the next level. This time when I ran back to the flight corner, Johnny was waiting with his kilt hiked up around his impressive shaft, already gleaming with precum. His sparkling Prince Albert glittered under the dim radiance of the stage lights spilling backstage and he made me shiver. When I stripped this time, I intentionally stuck out my still-plugged ass for him to get a good look. With a quiet pop he released the plug from my hole and began to immediately wet me with his tongue. Being eaten out by a man with experience changes you, or at least it did me. I can’t believe how I was made to feel. Desperately horny to take his cock again and each lick diving into me and making me submit even harder. My breathing was shaky and gasping from his skill by the time he straightened and pushed my shoulders down. “Okay kid, here I go. Just remember to be quiet.” With one sharp jab he impaled me on his cock. Thank god the chorus onstage began singing at full voice in the same moment, because a half-groan-half-cry escaped my lips as I felt him tear into my hole and claim what he owned. He drilled me with everything he had. I could smell his musk and the vague scent of sex from my position with my head forced down in his surprisingly strong grip for a man who looked like he was withering away. He continued to pulverize my hole and pound the air from my lungs while I gave myself over to the ecstasy of surrender. This man had changed my life and I was loving it! Finally his tense, stabbing motions told me he was close, and I tried to massage his dick with my ass muscles. A swift grunt and warmth spreading out from within told me that he was unloading and I sighed. My own cum already coating the stage deck from when I came hands-free after his prostate stimulation. He pulled out swiftly and before I could mourn the filled feeling his dick had given me, the plug was swiftly pushed back in, now feeling significantly smaller than it had when it had been removed. Patting my ass affectionately, he scrambled to grab my costume pieces and prepare the elaborate harness for my final glorious stint in the sky. As I turned to him to ask how I looked, he just smiled and said, “perfect.” I got into position and from behind he whispered, “I know you’re not an idiot, but I don’t think you really know what all is happening. Kid, I wasn’t joking when I said you were going to be mine and I was giving you something. . .” — the music was swelling and I was seconds away from my dramatic entrance — “You’re my son now. You’ve sprayed your last neg load uselessly on the stage. Congrats on becoming an HIV pig, boy.” The chorus raised their voices in an awesome chord as I was flown into the air to thunderous applause in the front of house. It was as if the entire cast and creative team knew what had happened and was approving. I completed my routine in the air, but by the time I was lowered gently back down to the stage, it was the two seconds when I was unhooked that I came undone. I fled to a dressing room and locked myself into a bathroom. * * * * * * It took me an hour to pull myself together, and after telling the director that I missed the notes session after the run ended because of a stomach bug, he seemed to understand and allowed me to head back to the hotel early. My room was messy from my earlier whirlwind trying to get ready and I started putting it back together when there was a knock at the door. Johnny had found me. “Can I come in?” I silently motioned him inside and he went and sat on the chair next to the desk. I walked silently to my bed and sat down, half facing him, half looking toward the window. “I know that you’re feeling a lot right now, but I think we need to talk?” I resolutely stared ahead but nodded an affirmative. He silently reached out to put his hand on my shoulder. “Logan, I know that you’re surprised and probably feel good and bad things — I know that I did when I was gifted, but I want you to know that you have some options.” I turned and stared at him mutely as he went on, “HIV is not deadly unless you want to be; you can take some medication to control it. I’ve been working in entertainment for a long time and you’ve got talent that is only once or twice in a generation. You’ll be employed and can afford the medication. But that will come at another cost as well.” Johnny continued to look at me while he reached out and gently took my chin in his hands, “you have been given a gift and you can choose to share that gift with other boys and men. You can honor the DNA that is now in your system and add to it, change it. You can create your own family.” He gently let go of my face and got up from the chair to sit down next to me. “I’ve been spreading my seed since I was 18 and had my first Master. He was a cruel man but he taught me many things about loyalty, giving, taking, and power. He died only a year and a half after I met him, then I started working on tours. I was 20 and met one boy for each tour I have taken part in. I have a family of 23 boys, you’re my 24th. I’ve had a good life, but I wasn’t kind to myself when I was young. You can make a few different changes and be stronger — I hate to stop sharing my seed like this, but it is time that I get serious about meds and take myself off the market.” I turned my head and looked at him. Staring into his eyes I knew that even after the shock wore off, I would never feel the same again. The power I now felt coursing through my veins and the knowledge that I could build a family of boys and men was overpowering. I was silent for a long time, just looking at him. Breaking the silence I said, “you will have to teach me a lot — I’ve never topped anyone and I don’t know all that I need to, but I want to expand a family of my own. After all, you deserve grandsons if you are looking to retire.” Without any hesitation I closed the gap between our faces and kissed Johnny with all the passion I could muster. I wanted him to understand that my answer was, “I will honor your gift and share it with as many people as I can.” He responded with a kiss that I could only interpret as, “let me show you how.” That first fuck after I knew Johnny’s status was magical. He urged me on to take him deeper and explained scorpion tattoo. He told me how hot I was and how he would be there to see me through the flu that I was bound to get. He then asked me to follow him back to his room and fuck him with my last negative load. I was very eager and came within about two minutes of penetrating his ass. He proudly showed off the biohazard marking tattooed around his hole as he squeezed my load out and told me to lap it up. We shared my last load between us as we lay in a tangle of limbs on his bed. Totally spent and totally happy. * * * * * * True to his word, a few weeks later on the first night we were performing for a paying audience I felt like hell. I had a high fever, swollen glands, and was sweating profusely. The stage manager gave me one look and said I couldn’t go on except to fly since there was no backup. I sat backstage and watched the show with Johnny, his kilt hiding the fact that I was impaled on his. He gave me the fevered ride of my life that night as I was caught up in the adrenaline of opening, the rush knowing I was converting, and the pleasure of giving another man a great time. During our first stop in Oklahoma City, we went shopping on our day off for a few things. I suddenly had to expand my collection of underwear to include dozens of jockstraps — anything from sporty to sleek and fashionable, we picked out a series of plugs for me to wear of ever-increasing width in case I wanted to keep in a load. He even took me to a piercing shop to get a Prince Albert like his. After that first tryout, it became a tradition during my last flight that we would fuck every show. With eight shows a week on a fifty week contract, we got in plenty of action with each other. After my PA healed, he would let me fuck him every third or fourth show, providing guidance on how to best use my tool to open up another man and show them a good time. We continued to fall into each other’s arms after every show and I all but ignored my other castmates except to be polite when I talked with them. But I spent most of my time away from the theatre exploring cities across the country with Johnny. At the end of the tour with just one more performance to go Johnny asked me what I would like as a going away present. “I want a scorpion tattoo on my dick,” was my response. He chuckled, “you’re a kinky little fucker aren’t you?” “I take after my dad,” I replied. We went out just before the final show to a nearby tattoo parlor. I got my scorpion tattooed to the underside of my dick. “So you can only see it if I want you to,” I explained. “I’m sure there is no shortage of boys who won’t know what they’re doing and totally miss it.” We both laughed as we walked back to the theatre to do the show one last time. There was an extra charge in the air that night. Maybe I was emotional because I was completing my first professional contract. Maybe it was the thought that I would no longer have Johnny there to give me what I craved every day. Whatever it was, we passionately made love before my final flight that night. He penetrated me with long an hard strokes just to keep me on the edge of orgasm. He fucked me missionary up against the set, kissing me while I sprayed the underside of his kilt with my toxic load. It was the best performance I had ever given in my life, and it was all for him. * * * * * * We created a text chain that night so that we could stay in touch. He was retiring to a farm in Colorado and I was heading back to couch surf in New York for a few weeks while I auditioned for another job and searched for an apartment. After exchanging a hug and promising to keep in touch, I walked to the train station with a few misty tears threatening to roll down my cheeks. I didn’t see his message until the train was pulling out of the station and heading to my new life. It was the privilege of my life to bring you into my family. I know you will do me proud professionally and personally. Just remember to be who you are and share yourself with the world. In every capacity. Until we meet again, stay hard, stay horny, and stay humble. -Johnny As the train rolled on, I straightened in my seat. I could make my dreams come true and show the world what Logan Ball is made of, and my resolution starts now. A young conductor came over at that moment and asked, “ticket please?” I handed this boy my ticket. “Looks like you’ll be with us for awhile.” He scribbled some information on a little pad he had with his scanner. “If there is anything that you need don’t hesitate to let us know.” He handed back my ticket and a piece of paper. He bustled down the train to the next people waiting with their tickets out. I glanced down at the paper and it read: Please ask for anything — and request Mason. I’d love to serve you however I can. I smiled and leaned back in my seat. This new life was going to be fucking brilliant. * * * * * * Looking forward to share all that will happen going forward! Thanks for reading up to this point, hope you come back for more!

I slept with my man on the rebound as the guy I was after went off with someone else... that was in 1994... Still together and he's the love of my life. All I can say, if it's meant to be, it's meant to be. Live your life and enjoy it and enjoy each encounter you have. I think there's too much pressure sometimes to be in a relationship and I can understand wanting to be in one but it's not something that can be forced. xxx

Bout 10 minutes ago, same sweet FB i've written about the last several times. He's such a sweet, horny Top, we're just what the other wants/needs. He contacts me much more often than i'm able to open for Him, often i'm at work on a 13 hour shift. Just ends up getting me horny at work lol. He contacted me, i prepped and texted Him back: "ready." Same routine, i leave my back door open and am lying on my bed naked and ass up. He comes in and we say a friendly "Hi" while He strips and straddles my legs. He lubes a little and slides right in (i have a pretty ready hole). He told me He had 2 loads in Him "if that's alright." lol, Fuck yeah. He left me so creamy, damn i feel good having His orgasm and seed inside of me. i really love hearing a Mans sigh and feeling His body relax after He releases Himself and deposits a part of Himself into me. Such an awesome gift we have with sex.

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_l53YZcvVEvuG Such a Hot Scene with these studs, boy bit off more than he could take....LOL

Here's the second of three parts to the first chapter of this story. Hopefully you enjoy where this is headed! Chapter One Part Two - The Aftermath Driving back to the hotel I could feel the cum leaking back out of my hole. I tried to close my hole, but the muscles were too exhausted and just slackened back open and a fresh trickle of fluid seeped out. Johnny drove to the back entrance of the hotel and used his keycard to get me inside. I started to head up the stairs to my room when he grabbed my shoulder saying, “kid, you should come back to my room and at least shower. Not gonna lie, you look like hell.” I turned obediently and followed him down the hall. I didn’t really know his comment meant until we passed a mirror in the hallway and I got a quick glance at myself. I was flushed, my hair was drenched with sweat and saliva from the facefucking I had gotten, and my eyes were bloodshot. I was walking funny and there was a half-crazed expression etched on my face. We arrived back at Johnny’s room and he silently went into the bathroom and grabbed a towel for me. “Go ahead and use the shower. I think some hot water will do you good.” He walked past me toward the bed and I crossed into the bathroom and closed the door. The steaming water soothed my muscles a bit, but did little to quiet my mind. My ass was so tender I could barely touch it with a washcloth, but the one time I went down there I noticed a slight pink tinge to the goop that was stuck there. I hoped that wasn’t serious — I mean, I had been an anal virgin, but I was gay and had heard of fissures before. As confused as my mind was, my cock had a mind of its own. . . When I brushed my nipples it would jump. The inside of my thighs: jump. Behind my ears: jump. I had never had a trigger-happy dick before, but this was kind of fun to discover! I still hadn’t cum yet, but I decided I would wait until I had some more time for myself to get in a proper edging session. After cleaning and delaying the inevitable, I walked out of the shower, toweled myself dry, and wrapped the towel around my waist. After all, I didn’t really have anything to hide, and while I wasn’t a body builder, I wasn’t cast in a dancing ensemble for nothing. One last critical look in the mirror admiring myself for a moment before I opened the door confirmed that I was still at least “cute.” I shut off the lights and turned toward the beds. Johnny lay on his bed without a stitch of clothing. While it shouldn’t have shocked me, it was seeing him fully naked for the first time that made me pause for a moment. His malnourished look was more pronounced when he was laying down. His cheeks slightly sunken and some extra wrinkles on his body gave him the appearance of someone older than he was. I noticed a few tattoos here and there, an intricate line drawing that looked like a tree, a beautifully detailed scorpion curled around his navel, and a list of dates written in spidery script over his heart. He didn’t look up when I entered; he kept focusing on a silver ring that he was working through the slit of his cock and out the bottom. “What is THAT?!” I asked a bit aggressively. He looked at me for a moment and burst out laughing. “This is my PA — Prince Albert. I had it pierced a long time ago, but I don’t usually wear a ring when I am meeting new boys for the first time. I think it is intimidating for the uninitiated. I guess you didn’t see the extra hole hiding under the foreskin.” He patted the bed next to him. “Come over here and join me. I sent your clothes down to be laundered so you don’t have to go back to your room looking like a total cumdump.” He chuckled a little as I sat down, still keeping my towel wrapped around my waist, albeit with the occasional jump from my groin as my dick swelled looking at this man. “Let me see what you’re working with,” Johnny cajoled. “You felt respectable when I grabbed you during lunch, but I wasn’t paying much attention to what was going on in your underwear when we were fucking.” Hearing him say that so matter of fact-ly made me blush like a schoolgirl, but I dutifully opened my towel for him to see my half-engorged 10” cock. “Holy shit, kid, you are hung!” I smiled at that. “Yeah, I didn’t know how unusual it was until I had to start tucking my flaccid dick back under my balls at school so it wasn’t swinging down one leg. Trust me, wearing dance belts is a bitch, though.” I tried to bury my anxiety underneath some fake bravado. The truth was that I was self-conscious about how big I was and was worried I would never find a partner who could take something like mine. It was a little thicker than a Red Bull can, but the head flared wickedly when I was hard and pushed. Johnny began slowly stroking me, feeling my manhood grow under his fingers. “You have no idea how you are going to change the lives of everyone you sleep with.” Assuming he wouldn’t mind, I grabbed his dick, now with a heavy metal “O” sticking out the piss slit and began stroking him to erection. We locked eyes for a moment before I saw the command in his gaze. I lowered my neck to worship the manhood that had just an hour ago blasted through my sexual barrier. We took our time — I wanted to explore this glorious dick and this strangely aggressive and kind man. He wanted back in my hole again. By the time there was a knock on the door announcing the return of my now clean clothes, I was bouncing on his pierced dick, taking a fresh load of cum and a distinct beating in my hole. When he finally began to shrivel inside my hole, he laid me back down on the bed, walked over to one of his duffel bags and pulled out a little plug. “This is one of my gifts to you. If you choose to accept this tonight, you’ll be mine during the tour. We’ll go our separate ways once our contracts have finished, but by taking this plug you will be tied to me. Do you accept this?” The little orange silicone plug seemed harmless enough so I nodded my head. Johnny came over and slowly inserted it into my guts. I hissed as it expanded my worked-over hole without lubrication, but once it was nestled inside it felt like home. I smiled up at him and simply said, “thank you.” He crawled in bed behind me, nestled himself next to me and fell asleep. After a day of so many new experiences and so much mental turmoil, it took me awhile to get to sleep. The plug in my ass kept me feeling full as my brain tried to reason with everything that had changed. After an hour or so of contemplation, I resigned myself to the choices that I had made. Not worth regretting when you’ve already committed to another person. That thought made me smile. Boys had given me gifts before to get on my good side, but never men. And by the looks of things I wouldn’t be getting bored anytime soon. * * * * * * Thanks for your support and reactions! I read every comment and genuinely appreciate your responses. They keep me writing and enjoying this community!

What a great story line! I love that both brother & sister were poz and worked together to induct more guys into the brotherhood! What a great twist! Yes, please, more stories from you, and/or add to this one!

then I guess we don't live in the same area, because I have had black men leave my house when they found out another black man would be attending, and I have had white men openly use the N word when they found out who would be in attendance of an upcoming house party. I don't care what you're economical or educational status is, racism is alive and well in all parts of the US. Plain and simple...

Are you on the train? If so, it’ll give a whole new meaning to the Rush hour… Seriously, I’d be fuming.

There’s nothing hotter than rimming, tasting and smearing a glorious sweaty hairy man’s asshole all over my face. Tasting his hole and savouring it’s musky sweat. Getting my nostrils full of it so every time I breath in I can smell asshole. Love it.

Chapter 2: Wake-Up Call Tommy got out into the hall, just in time to see the long legs in black trousers vanishing around the corner. He headed that way, nerving himself for a very stress-filled conversation. Turning the corner, he found that he was approaching the nursing station and the waiting area across from it. He could hear the harsh, wracking sobs coming from the waiting area. Thankfully, no one else was there – just Andrew, crumpled up in a chair, shoulders heaving, as he sobbed disconsolately. Tommy knelt down in front of him and opened his arms wide. Andrew flung himself forward into his uncle’s embrace, crying heartbrokenly on his shoulder as Tommy wrapped him securely in a loving hug. Chad and Alicia came along the hall and into the waiting area, stopping without saying a word as they watched Tommy holding the tearful Andrew close while his shoulders shook. Tommy looked up at them, and waved to them as if to say, “You can go, I’ve got this.” After a while, the tears died down and Tommy could feel Andrew was regaining control of his body, the quivering and shaking slowly dying away. “Come, Andrew, let’s go for a walk outside. Fresh air will do us both good.” As they left, Chad and Alicia came back into the waiting area and sat down, expecting Dr. Preston to come and talk to them. It was a good half hour before he appeared, and then the doctor had questions to which they didn’t have the answers. The big Number One was, “Who is Werner?” Knowing the answer to that might help to judge how far back the memory lapse extended, and therefore how long it might take for Markus to fully recover the ability to access all his memories – or at least the great majority of them. Chad finally said, “The only person who might be able to answer that is my brother, and he’s somewhere outside right now, bawling his eyes out as he tries to come to terms with the fact that he’s married to a man who doesn’t know who he is any more.” That came out with rather more of a cutting edge than Chad intended, but it did penetrate the doctor’s absorption in a fascinating case study. “Ohhh.” Dr. Preston’s voice trailed off down the scale as the human dimensions of the whole awful situation finally began to sink in. He thought for a moment, and then asked, “Can you get hold of him?” “I could,” Chad replied, “but I think it’s better if I don’t try right now. Our uncle will take care of him and help him to get over the first brutal shock. I’d rather leave them to sort it out. Perhaps by tomorrow he’ll feel able to come back in and talk to you about it.” Dr. Preston nodded and then, choosing his words carefully, he went on. “If he can, that will be a help, but don’t try to force it. He must be in a terrible emotional mess right now. Whenever he feels ready, that will be soon enough. We’ll keep taking care of his husband in the meantime. Can you give me your number so I won’t have to be calling Andrew if he doesn’t want to hear from me just yet?” “Of course.” Once Chad had given the doctor his phone number, he and Alicia said goodbye and left. Outside the hospital, he checked his phone and said, “Message from Uncle Tommy: ‘He’s a bit calmer now, but I’d better stick with him for a while. Will let you know if any news.’” “Thank goodness he’s here,” Alicia said. “It’s a real Godsend for Tommy to be with Andrew right now.” With that, they headed back to the condo. Later that evening, Tommy called. “Chad, I’ve brought Andrew to my hotel suite. I’m letting him sleep in the bed, and I’m taking the couch. I just want to be here to care for him if he wakes up and gets distressed again during the night. He’s asleep right now.” “Thank you so much, Uncle Tommy. I really appreciate you keeping him close, and how you’ve always cared so much about Andrew and watched out for him.” In fact, Andrew’s emotional exhaustion ensured that he slept for about ten hours. When he awoke in the morning, he opened his eyes to find Tommy looking at him, full of care and concern. “Good morning, Andrew. How are you feeling today?” As the memory of the previous day came slowly back, Andrew’s face began to fall. But simply giving way to his emotions wasn’t in his character, as Tommy well knew. “I’m not all there, Uncle Tommy, but feeling a bit better than last night. Let’s go get some breakfast, I’m hungry.” Over breakfast, and about four cups each of the hotel’s rich, aromatic coffee, Tommy nudged Andrew to talk through the short-term and long-term implications of the situation. It mattered to him that Andrew thought the whole thing through for himself as much as possible. It also meant that Tommy had a basis for ongoing advice calls which were sure to happen in the days and weeks to come. It was the most natural thing in the world that Andrew would turn to Tommy for advice, as he always had with Rich as well, and the best of that special relationship between them was that Andrew’s parents also saw it as the natural thing for him to want -- to talk it over with his uncle. As they finished breakfast, Tommy said to Andrew, “I hope this won’t upset you too much, but I’m heading back home tomorrow. There are still all kinds of finicky details from Rich’s estate that I have to attend to.” At once, Andrew felt contrite. “Uncle Tommy, I’m so sorry. I’m being so damned selfish, pinning you down here when you have your own life to live and things that you need to do.” Tommy hugged him again. “Andrew, you should know by now that you and Markus are as big a part of my life as if you were my own sons. Rich would have said exactly the same if he were here. Just know that I am very concerned about both of you. Even though you have to figure your way through this for yourselves, I’m never far from you in spirit and only a click away if you need a listening ear. We’re family, Andrew, in a way that I could never have guessed or predicted until it happened.” The next few weeks dragged by interminably for Andrew. Tommy had gone back home to Alcantara, but he had firmly told Andrew that he was to call at any time if he needed to talk about what was happening. Chad and Alicia had also returned home to Toronto, amid profuse thanks and appreciation from Andrew. And when their flight took off, Andrew was left to cope on his own with the problem. He had been able to tell Dr. Preston that “Werner” was the name of the first man Markus had gotten into a relationship with, back when he was in university in Germany, almost 20 years earlier. It seemed that all his memories since then had disappeared. However, as Preston explained carefully, it wasn’t likely that the memories themselves had vanished, just that Markus’ brain couldn’t figure out how to access them right now. He was hopeful that the brain’s electronic pathways would in time repair themselves enough to make most of his memories accessible to Markus once again. Andrew himself was a good deal less confident, since Markus had shown no sign of recognizing him as yet. All the same, as he reminded himself, Dr. Preston had to reintroduce himself every morning when he came through on his rounds, and for days, Markus would ask, “Have we met before?” or some such thing. But in the second week after he woke up, Markus now remembered Dr. Preston from day to day. He remembered Andrew, too, but just as another familiar face and name. There was still no sign beyond that. By the beginning of the third week, though, Markus was no longer asking them to produce Werner. From some of the disconnected comments he made, it seemed that he had now recalled that his relationship with Werner had ended badly. Andrew knew he was grasping at straws, but that seemed to him like a positive sign. Meanwhile, the physical healing was moving on rapidly, and Dr. Preston felt that he would be ready to be discharged from hospital by the time three weeks were up. That, of course, raised a challenge: how was Andrew supposed to take home and care for a husband who didn’t know who he was at all? To help with the critical memory problem, Markus was assigned an occupational-health therapist, who could do various kinds of mental exercises designed to stimulate the revival of the brain’s memory circuits. Ariana was a lively, vivacious woman with a light-hearted approach to her task, and Markus found his work with her to be actually fun, as well as stimulating. By this time, Markus had also begun seeing a physiotherapist, a young man of Danish descent named Henrik. He began working with Markus on a daily basis, helping him to recover the mobility and flexibility that he had lost from the burns in the accident, followed by the long stay in the hospital. In no time at all, Markus fell into an easy and comfortable manner with Henrik. Andrew also found Henrik easy to talk to. Soon enough, Andrew was explaining to Henrik the challenging situation that he would face when Markus was discharged. Henrik could appreciate the difficulties, and since he had an innate inclination to be sympathetic towards both men, it came naturally to him to want to help them out. After a couple of days, Henrik came up with an idea, and asked Andrew to meet him after his work day was done at a nearby pub. When they got there, Andrew realized that something was up as Henrik walked with him into a watering hole which was unmistakably a gay bar. They grabbed a table in a corner, got a couple of drinks, and Andrew listened as Henrik proposed that he should become Henrik’s assistant. Andrew balked, but Henrik laughed and said, “Not officially! I’m not suggesting you go through formal training as a physio! But I can show you how to work on the exercises Markus needs, and you can work with him at home on the days that I can’t be there myself. That’ll be weekends to start with, and then later on some weekdays as well. We’ll keep it informal, except that we can tell Markus that you’re my assistant. That’ll give you an excuse to be there all the time and to help him in other ways as well.” Henrik gave Andrew a meaning wink and grin as he said that. “Is this even legal?” “It’s on a need-to-know basis, which means that nobody but us needs to know. Does that answer your question?” “I guess.” Andrew still felt unsure if he could pull it off. But Henrik simply said, “You’ve got a better idea?” No, he didn’t, so he decided to go along with Henrik’s scheme even though he thought privately that the whole idea was a bit hare-brained. What made it feasible was the fact that the patient had already accepted Andrew as part of the team looking after him, so having Andrew carry on into home care would perhaps seem reasonable to Markus. The next day, Henrik introduced Andrew to Markus as his assistant, and told Markus in the most natural way that Andrew would be going home with him to provide home care and therapy as his healing continued. Meanwhile, Henrik himself would be coming for an hour most days to continue providing therapy – at least for a while. By the end of the Tuesday session, Andrew had begun doing some of the simpler exercises while Henrik watched, approvingly, saying, “You see, Markus, he’s as much of a natural at this as I am.” On Wednesday, Andrew did about half of the session, and Henrik gave him some pointers to improve one or two of the exercises. Henrik knew that what he was doing was strictly illegal, but he had also sold himself on the idea that his role with helping Markus along the road to healing had other dimensions at least as important as simply doing textbook physiotherapy. He explained to Andrew that he had arranged for the delivery of a massage table for physiotherapy sessions in their condo. Wednesday was also that day that Dr. Preston notified Andrew that Markus would be discharged on Friday. That meant that Thursday was Andrew’s last chance. He’d done a thorough sweep through their condo, hiding things that might distress Markus. He’d even packed a bag, to bring with him on the day he was going to “move in” with his “patient” to take care of. Even with all of that, he still had a piece of important unfinished business that he simply had to take care of before Markus came home. Andrew had a serious case of an itch that needed desperately to be scratched. When he left the hospital at eight o’clock on Thursday night, he made a beeline for the bar where Henrik had taken him. At least, he figured it might give him a shortcut to his objective and save him hours of unproductive messing around on apps. Pulling up a stool at the bar, he ordered a beer and then started looking around. As luck would have it, there was a slim, red-haired twenty-something twink who spotted Andrew right away and found the older man and his athletic muscles definitely appealing. He sat down next to Andrew and began a conversation. Andrew wasn’t in a mood to be fussy, but he had to admit to himself that the twink, who was handsome and well-built (although slender), certainly filled the bill. As soon as they each finished a beer, Andrew left the bar with Jimmy (the twink) in tow. Jimmy walked him around the block to his apartment and led Andrew to the elevator, and then down the hall to his apartment. As Jimmy closed and locked the door, Andrew spun him around, pressed him up against the wall, and began kissing him, thrusting his tongue aggressively into Jimmy’s mouth as he slid his hands down that slim back to the firm round ass. Pressing the kissing even harder, he began squeezing and moulding Jimmy’s butt as he began grinding his crotch up against the younger guy’s bulge. No hesitation there, either – both of them were already rock-hard, and Jimmy was well on his way to getting Andrew’s shirt out of his trousers and fully unbuttoned. As the passionate kissing, grinding, and squeezing continued, successive items of clothing gradually littered the floor all the way from the entrance to the bedroom, until Jimmy was sitting on the bed and releasing Andrew’s painfully hard dick from his tight briefs. Right away, Jimmy proved that he had the skills as well as the body to fill the bill, as he began giving Andrew’s seven-incher a virtuoso blowjob. Twisting his mouth around the shaft, plunging deep down to the root, pulling back until his tongue was washing the head, sucking the cock deep and then swallowing while the head was deep in his mouth, Jimmy had Andrew on the ropes in just a few minutes. But Andrew had other plans for his load. He wanted to breed ass, to pump his sperm as deep into this twink’s beautiful ass as possible. He pulled Jimmy up onto his feet, spun him around, and fell to his knees, pushing his face right into the crack between those well-shaped buns. Andrew quickly brought his years of experience to bear, eating Jimmy’s ass, licking along the sides, down onto the taint, and back up again, washing over and over across the tight little hole and then pushing and twisting until his tongue pried its way in. He then proceeded to tongue-fuck Jimmy’s tight opening until the younger twink was moaning and sighing in ecstasy. It was a good ten minutes before Andrew pulled out his tongue and replaced it with a finger, then a minute or so later with a second one. The third finger followed in due order. He certainly knew how to keep his fingers twisting and flexing around inside Jimmy’s ass, loosening and opening him every way he could. Meanwhile, Jimmy was sniffing on the poppers, giving himself a good rush. Andrew said, “Pass it up here.” Jimmy handed him the bottle and he took a couple of good deep whiffs himself, then handed it back down, saying, “Get ready, because you are about to get fucked.” He could tell from the feel of Jimmy’s hole that this guy hadn’t had cock inside him for a while. Andrew moved his hard dick against the hole and pressed inwards. As he entered, Jimmy collapsed face-down across the bed and Andrew followed right with him, letting his cock sink deeper and deeper inside Jimmy’s hole as he lay down right on top of the twink’s slim and beautifully-shaped back and butt. Jimmy groaned loudly, “Oh, fuck, yeah!” as Andrew’s cock penetrated him all the way and his fucker’s firm, muscular torso collapsed right across his body. Almost at once, he began twisting his hips from side to side, squeezing the cock inside his ass first one way and then another. That was enough to stimulate Andrew into action, as he planted his hands on either side of Jimmy’s chest, pushed himself up to arm’s length, and began to pump. Starting slowly, he soon began to gain speed, pushing his way into Jimmy’s ass faster and faster until he was giving that twink butt a full-on pounding. Jimmy continued moaning and twisting under the assault, feeling the power of the man fucking him deep inside his body. As Andrew speeded up his powerful thrusts, Jimmy moaned aloud that he was going to cum. Andrew pounded even faster, gasping out, “Cumming right with you!” Suddenly, Jimmy’s ass contracted violently around Andrew’s cock as the first spurt of cum shot out under him onto the bed. That was all it took. Andrew slammed full-force inside his ass and started firing bolts of cum deep inside that hot young hole. As the force of the orgasm died away, Andrew slowly pulled out, and flopped on his back next to Jimmy. Jimmy dived onto his cock and began licking and sucking it clean. After a couple of minutes, during which Andrew hadn’t even begun to soften, Jimmy pulled himself up and sat down on that rigid pole, taking it all inside himself for another round. Andrew groaned at the feeling of his first load lubricating that tight hole and sliding all around his dick. He was happy to let Jimmy do a bit of the work for a while, and lay back, enjoying the sight of that firm, slim young body bouncing up and down on his erection. After a while, though, Andrew was ready to resume control, and he sat up, rolling Jimmy backwards until he was lying on his back with his legs kicking up in the air. Andrew got in between those long legs and pushed his cock back into Jimmy’s hole, coming right down on top of him, face to face, and tongue to tongue, while Jimmy wrapped his legs and arms around Andrew, pulling him in closer. Between the nearness of the position, the intensity of the kissing, and the speed of Andrew’s plunges into Jimmy’s hole, it took no time at all before load number two moved into place and started making its way up the shaft of Andrew’s cock. “Ready for me to knock you up again?” “Oh, yeah, I want that hot load all the way inside me. Breed me deep!” A few moments later, Andrew’s cock went into spasms, pumping another massive load deep inside Jimmy’s receptive ass until the sperm was draining and squelching out around his dick as he slowed down from the final epic thrusts. When he pulled out, a long stream of cum oozed out of Jimmy’s ass and ran down his taint. Jimmy lay there with what some people call an “all gone” look on his face, dazed and happy with the joy of two big loads swimming around inside his ass cunt. They lay on the bed together, cuddling and kissing and stroking each other for a while. Then Jimmy said, “That was so awesome, I hate for you to leave. Want to stay?” Andrew sat up then. Yes, he wanted to stay. No, he didn’t want to stay. His mood swerved wildly between the two extremes while Jimmy watched him curiously. Andrew felt like he owed Jimmy an explanation, especially because the sex had been so sensational and he had certainly felt an attraction to this good-natured young guy. Finally, he spoke. “I’d like to but I can’t. It’s complicated, I can’t explain the whole thing, but I would like to see you again – I’m just not sure when it will be possible. I know that sounds like a copout, and it’s not that at all, really. I’m sorry, but that’s all I can say right now.” Something of his stress and distress came through in the relatively conventional words. Jimmy was a sensitive, intuitive guy, and he realized that Andrew really was struggling with something big. But he’d enjoyed their time too, so his response was, “Okay, let’s swap digits.” Andrew got up, got his phone, and had Jimmy enter his number. “I’ll send you a text now with my name so you can add me.” That done, he left after a lingering goodbye kiss at the door, remembering to turn back and wave again before getting on the elevator. He’d guessed right; Jimmy was standing by his open door, watching Andrew as he left. As Andrew walked home, he realized that his life was about to get complicated. He’d always valued honesty, and here he was preparing to live a lie with his husband who didn’t know who he was. As if all that weren’t enough, he guessed that it might be a long time before he could have sex with Markus again, and there was Jimmy, eager, willing, fun, and good company -- quite apart from being a sensational fuck. Andrew had enjoyed his evening immensely, but he didn’t want to manipulate Jimmy’s feelings when his own hope was to have his normal life with his husband back again. What a mess! Andrew groaned and shook his head as he walked in the front door of his condo building.

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Wyatt fell asleep wrapped in the arms of Brian. He rather enjoyed being the little spoon. He could feel the coarse chest hair pressed against his back and he was was also aware of Brian's seed leaking out of his freshly fucked ass. Both slept well and Wyatt was exhausted from his travels the day before and his experience of his first sexual experience. Morning came and Brian woke up first. He kissed Wyatt on the forehead and said " Rise and shine, you have to go to school as I have to go to work". Brian had made eggs and bacon for breakfast and Wyatt took a shower. He gently touched his ass and felt it puffy, sore, and still leaking a bit of Brian's seed. He also saw a hickey on his neck. He got dressed and ate breakfast. Brian was very loving towards Wyatt. Normally this would have bothered Wyatt but today he felt nothing but love towards the other man. Brian took him to the central building and Wyatt saw the other boys he had arrived with. They were all standing together and Wyatt noticed that each of the other boys also sported fresh hickies on their necks. The boys were ushered into a room and each one received another injection like the day before. Wyatt asked what the injection was really for and the male nurse said it was to help him acclimate to life here. The boys spent the morning in classes teaching them how to be good mates to the men they were living with. They were taught basics such as cleaning, cooking and laundry. They were giving a bit of free time for lunch. At lunch, one of the boy's finally addressed the elephant in the room, the fact they all had hickies. After an awkward silence, they all admitted that they each had been fucked by the men they were assigned to. Not one of the boys seemed upset and each proclaimed that they were in love with their guys. After lunch, classes resumed and these classes were a bit more intimate. The boys were taught how to please their husbands. They were shown how to clean themselves out and to cherish the seed that their husbands gave them. It was drilled into their minds that they should never deny their men pleasure and should initiate it as well. They were giving instructions on how to orally please them and overcome their gag reflexes. Wyatt was sent home in time to prepare a fried chicken dinner for Brian before he got home. He careful followed his training and also cleaned himself out by the time Brian came home from work. Brian walked in and Wyatt could see a huge smile on the big man's face. Brian picked up Wyatt and kissed him deeply. Brian reeked of sweat, musk, and cigarettes and Wyatt loved all of it. Wyatt kneeled down in front of Brian and opened up his jeans. Brian smiled broadly and lit a cigarette so he could really enjoy his before dinner release. While Brian was enjoying his smoke, Wyatt fished out Brian's hardening cock and he was already leaking precum. Wyatt started licking around the foreskin and could taste a little piss. The musk and sweat affected Wyatt just like poppers and drove the boy wild. Wyatt cleaned Brian's cock good and then began working it into his throat like he learned at school today. It took some effort but he was able to finally get all of it into his throat and breathe through his nose. Brian was already smoking his second cigarette with one hand and had his hand on the back of Wyatt's head with the other. Wyatt was trying to do a good job and his jaws were getting sore. Brian's cock got a bit harder and Brian pulled Wyatt's head forward as he shot his nut straight down Wyatt's throat. His whole body trembled as he orgasmed. Wyatt let Brian's cock slip from his mouth and stood up. Brian kissed him again and said " looks like someone is glad to see me"

The supernatural power I would want to have to to be able to arouse Lust in other males so they would want to have male-on-male sex with me no matter what their normal sexual orientation was. Just to be able to be in a locker room and my very presence spurns other males to Lustful hunger that only I can satisfy. I could get fucked/fisted by whole football teams or fraternity houses. And having no false Xian based shame about my penis or guilt about my sex appetite would mean sex any place and time. I would get hired to do live sex shows (something I want to do in real life in addition to the porn I have regularly done).

To be able to cure disease or any body malformation and to also cause the same in those deserving, i.e. republican politicians and CEO's of health insurance companies.

@BootmanLA Nothing is better than a ham sandwich. Proof: Nothing is better than Eternal Happiness. Eternal Happiness is certainly better than a ham sandwich. By the transitive property, Nothing is better than a ham sandwich. You're welcome.

7 he sealed his fate He wanted to sleep but he couldn't because his mind was going in all directions, he was horny, he wanted to play with himself, he wanted a new shot of chems, was he sure he really wanted this, what was that about babies and DNA. He didn't know what to do. The Tv flashed on and again he was shown horny images of firm men using a young dude. He couldn't take it anymore he wanted to play with himself but was not allowed by his master or he was going to get punished, but did he want a master. Did he want this life. His hand went down and he wanted to put his hand around his stiff pole to pull it because he really needed to cum. But his subconscious was holding him back. He should not do this he did not want to have to watch again. He wanted and would be a good slave, a slave his master was proud of and a slave worthy of being used. Brad was completely transformed, he was completely stripped of his straight side, all that remained was what his master had imprinted in his mind. That he was a slut, a slave with a mouth to suck dicks and drink piss, a body to torment and a hole to be filled with real men's dicks. The longer the wait for Jack took the harder it got for Brad. But the wait was rewarded after several hours. The Tv went off the dimmed lights in the room became brighter and the door opened. Brad's heart began to beat faster, would his master be happy with his behavior would he be used. Would he also get a fist in his ass today. Jack stood in the doorway and looked at his new creation lying on the bed. He saw Brad looking hungry, hungry for a cock, for a master to serve. Well slut, have you done what your master asked you to do. Have you been a good slut while I was gone. Brad nodded and said yes sir. We will check that then. Get on all fours said Jack and Brad did as asked. The chems were still untouched, and Brad's pole was still hard and there was no trace of seed. Good for you said Jack. Is your pussy ready too said Jack. Brad's head turned red, he knew what his master meant. He had forgotten to rinse his cunt as his master had instructed him to do the first day. Jack saw that Brad was turning red. Jack let out a loud sigh, you are not there yet he slut. How can I use you now he said. You deserve a good spanking, and he went over to the wall where the whips went and took a board and stood behind Brad and hit his ass with it. Brad let out a loud cry with each stroke but Jack didn't hold back and hit harder and harder with each weep. Do you know why I am doing this he ran loudly, Brad who was crying out, yes master I know, I am not a good slut, it will not happen again. Jack slapped a few more times and when he saw that Brad's ass was looking well red he stops. I'll go make another phone call first and when I come back you can just see that you're ready to go. Brad nodded, and said sorry master, I will try harder. Jack walked out of the room and grinned because he knew Brad was completely his now. Brad quickly went to the bathroom and he wanted to flush his pussy but he couldn't because his ass still hurt too much from the beatings he had received. Despite the pain he tried to flush himself but every time he got to his ass he started moaning. With tears rolling down his cheeks he managed to clean himself in front of his master. When he was done he stepped over to the wall with clamps and the whips. He took some clamps, the same ones they had used on cunt and a whip. He put them on the mat in front of the bed and sat himself on the mat on all fours. Jack came back in and saw Brad sitting ready and he looked at the clamps and whip in amazement. What is this slut said Jack, speak. This is to punish me still master because I was not flushed, I want to be a good slut for you master and I hope you will forgive me and make me feel I was wrong. Jack's tongue went over his lips and was surprised in a gooey way of what he heard his slave say. I like hearing that he said. You are starting to learn. But I decide how you are punished and he took the clamps and whip and put them back. Brad wanted to say something, but could barely contain himself, he remembered what Tom had told him, that he should not talk out of turn and that he had nothing to want. Jack took a taser and some pegs, came up behind Brad and placed them on Brad's scrotum. The pegs gave Brad a pinching sensation and with each peg placed he thanked Jack. When all the pegs were placed, Jack pulled hard on Brad's cock and administered a surge of electricity to Brad's balls. Brad moaned in pain and Jack whispered in his ear. I hope you learned your lesson slut. I hope when I come in next time that you're ready to go right away. Brad sobbed and nodded affirmatively. 'Do what is required of you and then we will play a lot together. Don't do this and I'll make sure you don't have any more balls and cock, understood. Brad nodded and said sorry again master, it won't happen again. I actually had a surprise for you but you just proved that you are not ready yet and need some training first. Brad looked sad at the thought that he had just missed out on a surprise. But he was determined to do better and show that he was worth the surprise. He nodded to his master and wanted to speak. Jack saw this and said he could speak. I will do better said Brad I will show that I am worthy of that surprise and deserve it master. Do with me what you will, I am ready to serve you and do what is asked of me. Jack grinned, he had Brad just where he wanted him. Can I really do anything with you he said, will you do anything to make me happy, because if you say yes to this again then there is no turning back. Do you want to feel your master's dirty DNA running through your veins? Jack knew he was taking a risk here because if Brad said no now he could start back from square one. Brad looked doubtfully at Jack because he still didn't know what he meant by dirty DNA. Getting no answer and seeing that Brad looked doubtful he said it again, are you sure you want to do anything for your master. Do you want to feel my blood running through your veins and be mine forever. Brad wanted to serve his master and do anything for him and let go of his doubts. Yes master I want your dirty DNA I want to be yours forever and feel your blood running through my veins. I want to serve you and be used by you like a slut should be used. My body is yours and you decide what happens to me from now on. It was done. Jack looked with pride at his new acquisition. He had just created a new slut, a slut who would forever do whatever he asked. Good slut said Jack, then we will make you my property once and for all. He went over to the table where the slam was ready and took a tourniquet and tied his arm off looked for a good vein and stuck the needle from the prepared slam in it. Brad looked at the slam with hungry eyes and had hoped that one was for him. Jack withdrew the plunger and drew blood up into the syringe. The blood mixed with the Tina and the translucent liquid now turned red. He pulled the needle back out of his vein and unloaded the tourniquet. Brad didn't quite understand what was happening. Why did master draw some blood. Jack told Brad to come sit on the bed, Brad obeyed and Jack tied Brad's arm off and looked for a good vein. He stuck the needle in the vein and said to Brad you may prove that you mean business, and yourself inject your master's dirty blood into your vein. If you do that you prove your loyalty to me, and confirm that you are my property forever and that I will decide everything for you from then on, that you will let my HIV DNA flow into your body and want to be a positive slut, and that you accept your new status. Brad got the syringe in his hands and he didn't know what to think about first. Had he heard correctly. HIV, property, HIV. He hesitated. Jack came up beside him and whispered in his ear. When you push that syringe into your vein you will forever be my son, my slut son, I will always take care of you. When the syringe is empty I will reward your pussy with my pole and you will get a nice portion of seed. I will always keep you on a good high from then on and provide you with all the cocks and seed you have left. Brad looked into Jack's eyes and put his finger on the plunger. His thoughts were going in all directions. He realized that when he pushed the syringe into his vein there was no going back and he would forever be Jack's property and have nothing more to decide or say and he would make himself HIV positive. The days long abuse, little sleep left him unable to think clearly and the desire for his masters pole, the desire for the Tina and his promise to be a good slut took over. Carefully he pushed on the plunger and the Tina mixed with Jack's blood disappeared gently into his vein. A smile appeared on Jack's face and said, good girl squirt your master's tainted blood into your vein. Just a little more and you will be my son. Brad looked at Jack in love and pushed harder on the plunger, he felt the liquid flow into his vein. Jack watched the liquid disappear into Brad's vein and his cock began to spontaneously harden. As the last drop disappeared from the syringe and went into Brad's arm, Brad's fate was sealed. Jack took over and pulled the syringe from the vein and unloaded the tourniquet. Brad coughed heavily, he felt the Tina flow through his body and began to fly briskly. Look son how proud you've made your daddy. My pole is starting to leak from it. He took hold of Brad's head looked deep into his eyes and saw that Brad was looking at him in love but fully flying. Brads mouth fell open and Jack started kissing him. Brad groaned, yes daddy, use me daddy, from now on I am all yours. I will give you what you deserve my slut son. You have made me completely hard with your decision to become my son. He pulled Brad's hair and turned him around. Without hesitation he pushed his pole hard into Brad's still tight pussy and began to fuck him hard. Brad groaned in pleasure, you won't regret this slut, from now on your miserable life will only revolve around serving, serving real men. Your body will be used and abused and you will enjoy it and beg for it. Jack thrust his pole hard into the pussy of Brad who was in slut heaven. It wasn't long before Jack was squirting his seed into the bowels of his new son. He fell down on Brad's back and took a breath. Brad was still fully flying and didn't realize Jack was out of the room for a moment. When Jack came back in he saw Brad playing with his pussy, watching him take the seed that was running out of it with his fingers and put it in his mouth. I like to see that slut said Jack, never let anything go to waste from what you get from master. He offered him his limp cock which was still on was dripping. Lick your master's pole clean slut. Brad opened his mouth and eagerly licked his daddy poper's pole. When his pole was licked clean he took Brad and placed him on all fours on the fuck bench. He was secured to the bench so he couldn't get out. Brad felt something being placed against his pussy and then Jack came up beside him. It's time for your surprise he said. I will stretch your tight cunt open so I can start your fist training tomorrow. Brad who was still in slut heaven let the drool run out of his mouth and moaned softly. Jack had placed a fucking machine behind Brad. On the machine was a dildo with a narrow tip that was getting thicker and thicker. The machine was programmed so that every 10 min it would push deeper into Brad's pussy, the thickest point of the dildo was 4 inches and when he could get that in he was ready for fist training. Jack some more with Tina laced lube and pushed it into Brad's pussy and started the machine. Brad got even hotter, felt he was sweating profusely and felt his pussy screaming to be fucked. The fucking machine was only in its starting position, stroking his sphincter with each thrust and moving very slowly. Brad hoped the dildo would disappear into his pussy soon and tried to push his ass back but couldn't because he was tied to the fucking bench. Patience son soon your pussy will be pulled open. The first 10 minutes were over and the dildo was now carefully pushing open the sphincter with each thrust. With each thrust Brad moaned softly and asked for deeper, more and harder. Jack couldn't contain his laughter and pulled Brad's hair and told him to be patient. Jack turned the Tv back on and images appeared of a young man being fucked. This time it was footage of Brad himself getting fucked for the first time. It took him a while to realize it himself but when he saw it it turned him on even more. Jack left the room and Brad was now alone with fuck machine slowly but surely stretching his pussy open and the images of himself getting fucked for the first time. After an hour, the dildo was at a point where it was the size of Jack's stiff pole. Brad moaned with each thrust in and because the machine moved very slowly his cunt was getting used to the size of the dildo. His sphincter was completely relaxed and no longer closed completely. Jack came back in, it's time to give you some extra Tina slut. He took the lube and lubed up the top of the dildo and added some extra Tina dust. With the next thrust Brad felt the little shards being pushed into his pussy and he got hotter again. I'll let you enjoy it for a while son then you get some rest because I don't want you to crash. Brad was still in slut heaven and nodded affirmatively. The machine pushed on and when it was 2 positions further Brad began to notice that his sphincter was starting to have trouble. The dildo kept getting thicker and thicker and he noticed that his cunt was being pulled open more and more but that he was at his limit. Every time the machine went one position further he had trouble letting the dildo in. But he had no choice because there was no way he could go and the machine didn't stop pushing until he was deep enough. At the start of the penultimate position, Brad was in pain. His sphincter couldn't take it anymore and he moaned in pain. But after 5 min his cunt which by now had become a hole accepted the new thickness and slid the dildo in smoothly and Brad moaned with pleasure. Just before the last position Jack came back in to see how his slut was doing. The machine began the last position and now pushed the dildo in fully when it reached the thickest point Brad moaned again and cried out that he couldn't take it anymore. Not moan slut, accept your new status and enjoy getting your pussy fucked. Instead of moaning open your mouth and suck on your master's pole. Brad opened his mouth and Jack pushed his pole in. The next thrust of the machine began and again Brad wanted to moan at the thickest point and he opened his mouth even more. Jack took advantage of this and pulled Brad's hair and pushed his cock right down his slut son's throat. Brad could moan no more only gag. Jack groaned with pleasure, the pleasure of his pole being deep in his slut's throat and at the sight of the gaping hole that emerged when the dildo pulled back. Again after a few pushes the sphincter adjusted to the new thickness. Brad moaned no more and began to groan with pleasure again. Jack was so horny at the sight of the gaping hole that he couldn't hold back any longer and began to squirt into his slut's mouth. Brad thought no more of his hole as he tasted his masters seed and eagerly swallowed the gift. Jack's cock went back limp in the mouth of Brad who was still swirling his tongue around the limp cock to lick off the last bit of seed. Good slut, I'll give you another reward for your good work you did and he began to piss down Brad's throat. Brad didn't expect this and choked first. Jack stopped for a moment and pulled his slut's hair and told him to keep it all in. Brad nodded and Jack drained his bladder back further into his slut's mouth. The machine's program was over. Jack untied Brad again and threw his exhausted slut on the bed. He put some food on the bed and placed a pitcher next to the bed. You rest for a while slut. We'll continue tomorrow. If you need to piss later you do it in that jug and drink it again so you stay high in the meantime, understood. Brad nodded and said yes daddy I will. The lights dimmed and Jack stepped out of the room. Brad felt his ass and felt that his tight pussy had now become a gaping hole he could insert 4 fingers into his hole without having to stretch his muscle open. The machine had exhausted him and it wasn't long before he fell asleep.

Part 5 Unknown territory is entered Jack took hold of the pipe and stuck some shards of Tina in it. He brought the pipe to Brad's mouth let the shards melt and he told Brad he knew what to do. Brad knew he had no choice. He knew if he resisted or refused he would get knocked around or a power surge and by now he was also beginning to crave another boost of chems, his body was beginning to need the effects it was producing. Seeing that the pipe was filling up nicely with white smoke, he pulled in deeply and held the smoke as long as he could. Nice slut said Jack you are already doing it like a real pro. When he couldn't hold it in any longer he blew out a big fat cloud. He felt himself getting warmer and hornier. Brad blew 2 more clouds before Jack said now it's my turn and he moved in and held the smoke. He took hold of Brad's head and placed his lips on Brad's and blew the smoke into his mouth. Brad's heart began to beat faster with excitement. He held the smoke and in turn blew out big cloud. This was your first shotgun slut, I'm sure many more will follow. Jack repeated this again but this time as he blew out he started sticking his tongue into Brad's mouth with it. Brad who by now was flying back in eagerly tongued along with Jack. Jack broke the horny kiss and put the pipe away and took the bottle of chem piss from Brad. Open your mouth slut he said to Brad, Brad was high and opened his mouth. Jack poured the rest of the bottle into his mouth and Brad who swallowed the piss, this time he drank it without a problem. Jack loosened the chains and he began to play on Brad's nipples with his mouth. Brad came in seventh heaven. Oh yeah oh yeah he was moaning. With his hands Jack pulled the plug out of Brad's already loosening pussy and pushed it back in. Brad squirmed in the bed in pleasure. Jack teased Brad all over his body for a while longer and then he stopped abruptly. He looked at Brad and said. How are you going to thank me now for the pleasure you were allowed to experience. Brad's eyes were full of horniness and he opened his mouth and said I will suck you sir, I will suck you nice. Nice one slut said Jack, that's a nice start but it won't be enough. You may start by sucking my cock stiff, then when it is stiff you may push it as deep as you can into your throat and thus hone your deep troath technique. While you're at it, think about how you can thank me further. Because with just a blow job will not be enough for the pleasure I have given you. Jack once again pulled the plug out of Brad's ass and took a Tina shard from the cabinet and pushed it deep into Brad's pussy. He groaned and once again felt the burning sensation come on. Jack lay down on the bed and Brad positioned himself opposite Jack's limp cock. This time he needed no encouragement and he opened his mouth and he sucked the cock into his mouth. Jack's cock got stiffer in Brad's warm mouth and in no time he was filling the his full mouth. Brad's mouth went up and down the thick shaft. He felt his master's cock get stiff and pushed it deeper into his throat. This time he hit further before he started gagging. The burning sensation in Brad's ass had by now given way to a warm and horny glow over his entire body and his cunt which was opening by itself was crying out to be filled. He began to suck like he had never done anything else. For Jack, this was the moment to stop him for a moment and make him turn so that he was in a 69 position. This way he could prepare Brad's pussy. Have you thought about how you will thank me further said Jack. Brad who could not answer because his mouth was filled with his master's cock moaned. Jack teased Brad's sphincter by circling his fingers and moving his finger a tiny bit pushing in. The Booty bump, the chem piss and the teasing were doing their job because out of nowhere Brad said, fill my ass, fill my ass with your fat cock. My ass needs to get your fat dick sir. Please fill my ass. This is what Jack had hoped for. That the former stud himself would ask to be fucked. Brad was startled by his own words. His body was screaming to be fucked, but his mind wasn't there yet. In his mind, he was still straight. As much as Jack wanted to shove his cock into Brad's virgin pussy without mercy, he knew he couldn't do it without damaging his toy. Jack's cock was twice as thick and long as the biggest plug Brad had already had and if he fucked Brad now he wouldn't be able to work on his transformation for the next few days. My cock in your cunt you will have to earn first he said. He pushed Brad off him and he went to the wall with the dildos. He took one from the wall that was still a bit narrower than his pole and stepped back to the bed and pulled Brad by his hair to the wall. He pushed Brad forward and turned him with his ass to the wall. He placed the dildo with the suction cup on his ass height and lubed it up with lube. Start by getting this one in your pussy he said. Brad who by now had had some more time to think was no longer so sure of what he had just said and blocked. He knew if he went any further with this it would be the end of him as a straight man. Once there would have been a cock in his ass then there was no going back. Jack pulled Brad's hair and said are you going to get into it slut or should I help you. Brad knew if Jack had to help that there would be pain involved and he wanted to avoid that. His cunt was screaming to let the cock pushing against his sphincter in but his mind was still working against it. But against his wits he pushed his ass towards the wall and let the tip of the dildo in. His sphincter was pulled open and felt like it would tear. Ahhhhhh he exclaimed and pulled his ass back. Rome wasn't built in a day Jack said, push your ass back slut and he pushed Brad back towards the wall and the tip pushed open the sphincter again. The dildo shot inside Brad and he moaned in pain. It's way too big he moaned. If you can't handle this yet, how would you like my pole in your pussy slut. Jack held Brad's ass against the wall with his firm hands, allowing the tiny shards of Tina that were on the dildo to melt into Brad's pussy. It's burning inside cried Brad who thought he was tearing open. Jack laughed and said wait a minute, you'll be sliding on this dildo like you've never done anything else. He placed himself in front of Brad's mouth and said instead of moaning about your cunt slut you should spoil your master's cock open your mouth and start sucking. Brad opened his mouth and took the fat black glans into his mouth and then the entire pole. Brad felt that his pussy had gotten used to the dildo and the burning sensation was gone and had given way to horniness and a call for more stimulation. He began to make a small fucking motion with his ass. He opened his mouth and began to breathe deeply. Oh yeah, oh yeah thats it yeah. Brad was in seventh heaven and the last bit of straight left in him was gone for a moment. Jack patted him on the head. Don't think only of your own pleasure slut. You're lucky I'm letting you do this. If you want to ride the dildo you will have to keep sucking my cock or something will follow for you. Brad began to ride harder against the dildo and sucked on his master's cock. The deeper he pushed the dildo the looser his pussy became and the more his prostate was stimulated. The pre-cum was running out of his cock and Jack saw this. To arm your new self he said to Brad, push that dildo as deep as you can into that slut pussy of yours. Accept your new status as a slut and then tomorrow I will make you feel what it is like to be fucked by a real man. Brad who was getting hornier by Jack's words sucked as best he could and he felt Jack's cock fill with seed and flow into his mouth. It was only the second time he had seed in his mouth, but like an accomplished slut he swallowed the seed. Jack jerked after and then pulled his cock back out of Brad's mouth and pulled his ass off the dildo. Enough for today he said and pushed Brad hard onto the bed. This time Jack didn't attach the wristbands to the bed. He gave a pill to Brad and he put it in his mouth and swallowed it eagerly. Go to sleep he said to Brad when I come in tomorrow I want your pussy clean like I showed you this morning. Understood slut. If it's not clean something will follow. Brad replied with yes sir it will be clean. Brad's eyes grew heavier and he began to doze off. He still wondered why he wasn't secured and if he would be able to escape but he fell asleep. His dream was intense, reliving what he had been through so far and he had conflicting feelings. He had horror for his actions and a kind of release for what he was becoming. Brad woke up with his half hard cock in his hand. The last thing he remembered from his dream was the moment Jack would stick his cock in his pussy. He opened his eyes and the dimmed light was back on in the room. His arms were not tied to the bed and if he wanted to he could walk away. But he felt around his neck here. He looked in the mirror and saw that he had a collar on, but this did not look like a normal collar. This one was fastened with a lock and he certainly wouldn't get it off. It was also fairly heavy and Brad immediately realized what was special about this collar. It would give a shock if he did anything that was not allowed. Like for example trying to escape from the room. On the bed he also saw 2 dildos, one was the one he had had in his ass yesterday, the other was thicker and longer. He looked at it and now fully realized what he had done yesterday. His feelings were in knots and he needed Tina, his body was yearning for another trip. He looked at the cabinet where Jack's chems were and he saw the pipe filled with Tina. His heart began to pound and he looked at it and hesitated what to do. Would he give in to his body's call for another trip or would he try to stay sober and find a solution to his situation. His thoughts went back and forth and without realizing it he took the pipe and put it in his mouth and made fire so that the Tina began to melt and the smoke began to form. This is it he thought, he hesitated for a moment but the call of his body was greater than the resistance of his mind and he inhaled the smoke holding it as long as he could and blew out a fat cloud. His body began to grow warmer his heart beat more quietly. But his body asked for more and he did it again. Still his body asked for more and he repeated it 3 more times until his eyes were back spinning in his eye sockets like flying saucers. He had a blissful feeling and he wanted to feel his pussy. As he pressed his finger against his pussy it occurred to him that he needed to rinse first. He got off the bed and went to the toilet and did what his master had shown him the day before. After rinsing a few times he crawled back on the bed and took hold of the pipe again he let the last of the Tina melt and took 1 last hit. He saw the dildo lying there from the day before and took it in his hands and tried to push it into his pussy. To his own surprise, the dildo slid in smoothly. He began to fuck his ass with the dildo and moaned softly. He looked at the other dildo and wondered if he would fit that one in his pussy as well, he removed the first dildo from his pussy which had now become an open hole and took the bottle of lube that was on the cabinet and smeared a layer on the dildo and smeared the rest with his finger in his open gaping pussy. He felt the lube burn in his hole and took hold of the thickest dildo and pushed it against his sphincter. The muscle worked against him and he had to bite his teeth but still he got the tip of the dildo to inside. He pulled and back and took a breath and then pushed it back in. He felt his muscle being pulled open again and his cunt gave way to let the dildo in. His head dropped to the bed and he let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. Shit, yeah that feels so fucking good came out of his mouth. He pushed the dildo even deeper and at that moment Jack came in who had been following everything on the screens in the room next door. Brad's entire room was fitted with cameras and everything was recorded in case it was needed. Look at that, said Jack look what you have become. I'm proud of you slut, I'm really proud. Brad's eyes turned with horniness in his head. You have become a true slut, slut who craves Tina and is ready to be fucked. It's about time you got a real pole in your pussy don't you think. Brad turned his eyes to Jack and let out a clear hell yeah. With a horny slut look he looked at Jack and called out. Fuck me sir, I want to feel your pole in my pussy. You sure will said Jack. He took hold of the dildo and increased the rhythm with which the dildo fucked Brad's pussy. Brad moaned loudly and Jack asked if his pussy was clean. Brad exclaimed YES YES YES. Good girl and he pulled the dildo out of Brad's pussy. Brad's pussy was wide open and opening and closing like it was looking for a cock to suck inside. Jack pushed 4 fingers against Brad's sphincter and pushed his fingers inside and violently fingered his pussy. With his long nails he scraped the inside of Brad's hole and when he took his fingers out of Brad's pussy they were coated in blood. Jack grinned and Brad who was moaning. If you want your master to stick his cock in your pussy you will have to suck it stiff first. Brad was on his knees as fast as he could and opened his mouth to suck his master's cock. Look how eager my slut has become. Jack pulled out his cock and he didn't even get time to offer it to his slut. Brad took hold of his cock and put it in his mouth. He sucked like his life depended on it and Jack had to rein him in a bit. Calm down slut if you keep going like this there won't be anything left to fuck you with. Brad calmed down and sucked at a more leisurely pace and allowed Jack to enjoy himself more. Jack took hold of Brad's head and enjoyed. Oh slut you are already sucking very well, a few more practice and you will be a pro. Jack removed his stiff cock from Brad's mouth. He stepped over to the cabinet and pulled out a point he took a strap and then turned around. Give your arm he said to Brad. Brad gave his arm, he hadn't seen the syringe yet but the strap was already around upper arm and tightened. Jack looked for a vein and with a cloth rubbed the place where he would spray. Then he took the syringe and Brad saw the syringe and knew what would happen he had heard of this. No he said I don't want to become a heroin whore he said, anything but this. Jack laughed a whore you will become a slut whether you want to or not but you will not become a heroin whore you will become a Tina whore. Now lie still he said or this will end badly. Brad wanted to protest but kept his arm still and saw the needle disappear in his arm. He saw some blood get into the syringe and heard Jack say ready for your first real trip slut because here it comes. Brad saw Jack push the plunger in and he saw the contents of the syringe disappear into his arm. Oh shit and now Brad thought. He felt a tingling sensation in his throat a pressure on his chest and he had to cough, he coughed heavily a few times and then a surge of heat and tremendous horniness came over him. His pussy needed to be filled he didn't care with what. FUCK, FUCK he exclaimed. Oh my fucking god rape me, fuck me, but do something. He lay writhing on the bed and his hands searched his pussy and he inserted 4 fingers at a time into his gaping hole. Jack enjoyed what he saw and pulled Brad's hands out of his pussy and pushed them to his head. Jack left Brad begging to be fucked for a while longer and then said are you ready slut are you ready to discover your true self, are you ready to be fucked by a real man. He pushed Brad's legs up and put them against his shoulders, took his stiff pole and pushed his glans against Brad's sphincter he looked deep into Brad's eyes and Brad into his. Brad who was flying on the Tina wave screamed to fuck him and Jack said, you're asking for it slut here it comes, once my cock has been inside you you are mine forever. I am yours shouted Brad I am totally yours. I like that Jack said and he pushed his rigid cock in 1 push inside Brad. Brad's cunt opened like a flower and felt his sphincter being stretched even more but because of the slam he felt no pain all he felt was supreme happiness. Oh yes master fuck me, fuck me as hard and deep as you can he cried. Jack sat balls deep and began to thrust quietly into Brad's pussy. Harder Brad cried out and he tried to set the rhythm himself with his ass. Jack stopped him and said he would set the pace. So Jack fucked on for a while and then quickened the pace. He pulled his cock back out of Brad's hole which had now become a gaping hole and pushed it back in hard. Brad moaned in delight, he was in slut heaven. Then Jack told him to sit on all fours. Brad did as asked of him and Jack sat down behind Brad and pushed his pole back in. Jack was fucking heavily and Brad was moaning heavily, this feeling was blissful. This was what he wanted to feel for the rest of his life, from his limp pole his own pre-cum was dripping and Jack wiped it off with his fingers and put his fingers in Brad's mouth. Lick your own cum he said Brad licked the fingers clean and he cried out wanting Jack's seed in his pussy and wanting nothing more than to be fucked by him every day. Jack increased the pace and thrust hard into Brad's pussy. He slapped Brad's ass only times. Brad moaned and could only utter yes yes harder deeper. Brad's words turned Jack on immensely. Jack couldn't hold on any longer he pulled on his slut's hair and Brad's head came back. Jack spurted in Brad's face and yelled here comes my gift for you slut here comes my dirty seed. From now on you are mine forever. He pushed his pole deep into Brad's hole one last time and Brad felt his hole being filled with Jack's seed. Jack let his cock sit for a few more breaths and pulled his limp cock out of Brad's open hole. He saw that his cock was coated in his cum and blood. Jack grinned and knew that very soon Brad would be completely transformed there was no turning back now. But just to be sure he took out a butt plug took one more look at what he had just created and pushed the plug into Brad's gaping hole which until a few days ago was a tight asshole. With his fingers he took the cum running out of Brad's hole and offered his finger to Brad. Here is part of your reward slut. You must not let anything go to waste of what you get from your master. Brad licked the fingers clean and bit his lower lip and let out a that tastes so good understanding. Jack let his limp pole hang in front of Brad's mouth and told him to lick it clean. Brad eagerly opened his mouth and took the cock into his mouth. He tasted his master's delicious cum and also tasted blood. But the chems were still coursing through his body and he was far too horny to pay too much attention to this. As he was licking his master's cock clean he heard. Oh baby, how proud I am of you, you have already become a real slut. I'm so proud of you, I knew it that you would become a natural. Hearing that you want to get a fat cock in your ass every day makes me happy. We will train you even more and then you can indulge in a fat cock every day. That voice clocked him in familiarity. Angel stood next to him and looked at him smiling. Brad looked deep into Angel's eyes and he tried to get a grip on the situation. The woman he had called his girlfriend until a few days ago and whom he himself fucked almost every day. Had stood by watching him enjoy being fucked and how he had begged to have seed in his pussy and how he was now licking a cock clean. He was embarrassed because Angel had seen that he had enjoyed being fucked. Angel rubbed through Brad's hair and gave him a kiss on his cheeks. I came to see how far along your training was and I am amazed at how fast you are going. You are well on your way to becoming our new addition to the club. I think you were always a dirty bottom slut. Brad was embarrassed to death. I have to get back out there Angel said. I'll stop by again soon to check on the progress. Angel left the room and Brad was back to full sobriety. What had just happened, am I gay now? Did I really enjoy this now and did I really beg for seed. All sorts of things were going through him. Until he thought back to Jack's last words before he finished. Dirty seed. What did he mean by this. Brad lay on the bed panting and Jack stood up and walked to the door. Enjoy this for a while he said I will be back later. You're not tied up anymore he said but I guess you realize that the collar around your neck will make sure you can't run away. Brad looked dejectedly at Jack and nodded. The door closed and the light dimmed back. Brad tried to organize his thoughts and get everything in order.

CH3 - "The Wounded Hunter" Two loads in his hole from two stepbrothers in as many hours. Nico was aglow as he savored the whorish turn that his evening had just taken. From the pit of his stomach traveling out into his limbs, fingers, and toes radiated an energy that was electric -- almost like nervousness -- or was it? -- but also like an unfettered joy that left his joints weakened but had his heart aflame. Not even a half-hour before his second raw dicking of the evening, Nico would have sworn, unhesitatingly, that his boyfriend Omar was his first and would be his last love and the only man who Nico would ever let pleasure himself inside Nico's insides. Omar…, Nico thought. Fuck, fuck, fuck. "Omar!," Luciano shouted through the open bathroom door, his cum-soaked uncut cock and balls still protruding from the opening in his jeans. It was clear to Nico that Luciano was not listening for Omar's answer. "God, that's a silky whore hole you have, boy," Luciano admired as he reached around Nico's backside and gently started swirling two fingers against the cum-glazing on Nico's outer hole. The scent of cum wafted up from Nico's ass crack to Luciano's nostrils. Luciano reached behind himself and shut off the switch for the bathroom fan. He clearly knows Omar's bathroom, Nico thought. Omar appeared in the bathroom doorway but directed his eyes only toward his stepbrother, whose fingers were still sandwiched in Nico's cummy ass crack. "¿Acabaste?," Omar asked. Nico noted Omar's calm affect in spite of not understanding the language. "Te toca a ti," Luciano replied, releasing his hand from Nico's crack and lifting two glistening fingers right up to Nico's mouth before forcing Nico's lips open and shoving both fingers in. Not once did Luciano make eye contact with Nico. The little slut sucked greedily on Luciano's sticky digits while trying to still keep Omar's figure in his peripheral vision. Nico felt emboldened by Omar's apparent assent, though still not fully understanding why everyone seemed so relaxed given the brazen infidelity that had just taken place. Omar switched back to English. "Food's ready if you want." Nico finished cleaning Luciano's fingers. Luciano withdrew his hand and without cleaning the stepbrotherly jizz combo coating his genitals proceeded to put his manhood away and button up. After briefly wetting his fingertips at the sink, Luciano finally exited the bathroom, patting Omar on the shoulder twice as he walked by and leaving a smattering of wet spots on his shirt. After watching his stepbrother walk out into the living room, Omar turned and finally fixed his eyes on Nico's. The serious look on Omar's face was tempered by the thinnest wisp of vulnerability in his eyes. They stared back at each other. Neither spoke. Omar finally broke the silence: "I think your dad's been texting you." The banality of Omar's words were both a surprise and a relief. "Is my phone in the bedroom?" "Yes, but you're going to have to go over there and get it yourself because I need to take care of my stepbrother and Elena." Omar paused before offering, "You need anything?" "Clothes?," Nico replied, wondering why, after everything that had just transpired, it required mention. "Did you forget where you left them?," Omar shot back dryly before turning away and heading back across the living room to the kitchen. The facetiousness stung. Fuck, Nico thought to himself as he let out a sigh. He is mad. Nico waited a moment before peeking his head out of the bathroom. Still fully naked and starting to feel a little cold, Nico stepped out quietly hoping not to draw attention to himself. He could see Luciano seated at the table with his back toward the rest of the apartment, but Omar and Elena must have both been behind the partial wall that blocked Nico's full view. Hoping to delay his first encounter with Elena for as long as possible, Nico started walking across the living room toward the bedroom door, treading as lightly on his feet as possible. He avoided turning his gaze toward the kitchen and stepped into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Nico grabbed his phone from the edge of the bed and clicked it on. "Just wondering if you're planning on coming home tonight or if you're staying with Omar again," his dad's first text read. And immediately following: "No pressure. Just wondering so I can plan for dinner." "sorry, dad," Nico typed quickly. "just saw ur message. staying at omar's again tonight." Almost immediately, Nico's dad replied back with the emoji of a hotel with a large pink heart on its façade followed by three drooling face emojis. ("🏩🤤🤤🤤") Nico, embarrassed, typed back, "omg! stop!" He locked his phone, tossed it back on the bed, and then grabbed his pants and shirt, leaving his underwear on the floor. Nico dressed and opened the bedroom door as he stepped back out into the living room. Luciano, Omar, and Elena were seated at the table in the kitchen conversing in Spanish. The three continued their discussion without any one of them paying Nico any mind as he approached the table -- clothed for once. Nico slid into the only remaining seat at the table, next to Omar and across from Luciano. The pressure of the chair seat against Nico's taint reawakened the delicious ache in his freshly fucked hole. His insides felt full and used. There was something both thrilling and unsettling about every single person at the table knowing exactly what kind of cheating whore Nico had just been. Here he was only six months into the longest romantic relationship of his young life, simultaneously holding both his beloved's and his beloved's stepbrother's pooled ejaculate inside of himself. Something out of the corner of Nico's eye made him feel like Elena was looking at him. As Nico turned to meet her gaze from across the table, he saw her eyes dart back to Luciano while the rest of her head remained still. The three went on conversing for bit longer, and then, with the food on each of their plates looking mostly undisturbed, Luciano stood up, saying, "Gracias por la cena, hermanito." Elena got up, too. They pushed in their chairs and gathered their things to leave. Omar stood up and joined them by the front door, while Nico stayed put, sensing with each small slight that his presence among them was merely being tolerated. As they started saying their goodbyes, Luciano called over to Nico. Nico stood up and walked over into their line of sight. His eyes met Luciano's. Luciano spoke. "Don't ever let me catch you cheating on Omar, you hear?" Nico shot a glance at Omar, who turned his head away before their eyes could meet. "I promise I won't," Nico replied. Luciano scanned Nico up and down one more time from across the room and winked. And with that, he and Elena turned and left. Omar shut the door behind the pair and turned to face Nico, looking unamused. The two stared back at each other for some time. Nico stood wide-eyed. Omar appeared stern. He pressed his lips together. Nico's hands fidgeted. Omar looked withdrawn -- even a little defeated. "Why are you still wearing clothes?," he asked Nico, almost softly and without the usual brash, selfish confidence that was Omar's calling card. Nico felt guilt, and he felt it deeply -- the way one feels when one has shattered something inestimably precious. But there was another feeling, too, that Nico couldn't quite place. Nico pulled off his shirt, and then in one swift motion hooked his two thumbs under the lining of his jeans and slid them to his ankles. Nico stood naked, his jeans and shirt again pooled on the floor of Omar's apartment as they had been just a few hours earlier -- as they had been across so many nights prior. Omar admired Nico's perky nipples and the way they draw one's attention toward his rounded shoulders and the musculature on the sides of his rib cage. Omar walked over and with his left hand gently pinched Nico's nipple while his right hand reached around in search of Nico's cummy fuckhole. As Omar's fingers gently stroked Nico's cum-soaked pussy, Omar whispered into Nico's ear: "You really are a little whore, aren't you?" Nico relaxed his hole as a peace offering to his wounded man. Omar's face shifted; his brows furrowed and his lips pursed into an 'o' as he scanned Nico's face as though looking for something specific. "Goddamn your pussy feels so used," Omar said. "You like my used pussy, daddy?" Nico arched his lower back, adjusting his pink hole upward to make it easier for Omar to reach. Omar's cock surged under his pants. The pressure of his hardening shaft pressed into Nico's lower abdomen. Omar brought up his right hand and pushed his fingers into Nico's mouth, making Nico clean up the coating of his and his stepbrother's DNA. "You smell all that cum?," Omar asked. "Yes, daddy," Nico replied. "That's the smell of you not knowing how to keep your fuckhole shut, you little whore." Omar's tone got more serious. He withdrew his hand from the boy's mouth and then spit in Nico's face. "Go grab me your phone, slut, then get back here and service my dick." Omar felt impatient. Nico complied, grabbing his phone from the dark bedroom and returning to hand it to Omar. Nico kneeled and started unzipping Omar's jeans. Omar typed in Nico's code as Nico lapped up his semi-soft beer-can cock. Hearing the phone unlock, Nico tried to remember when he'd ever even given Omar the passcode, but with his mouth now full of boyfriend-dick and given the delicacy of the situation, Nico focused on sucking his man to full erection. "Look up at me," said Omar, still staring into the phone screen. Nico looked up toward Omar's face, eyes wide, with his boyfriend's shaft disappearing into Nico's warm, wet mouth. Omar snapped a photo of Nico's cock-stuffed face. Then another. And another. Omar began typing. "Good boy," he said as an afterthought, emptily and distracted. Nico closed his eyes and let Omar focus while Nico slobbered all over Omar's now-erect cock. Nico heard the sound of several text messages being sent in succession, but the taste and smell of Omar's cock and balls kept Nico focused on his reignited lust for cum. Even though his hole still ached -- nay, *because* his hole still ached from his earlier dickings -- Nico's craving for more raw dick consumed his focus. Without saying a word, Nico gently suckled his way off Omar's cock, stood up, turned around, and guided his man's raw meaty girth to the opening of his pink, used pussy. Nico heard another noise from the phone. His loose, cummy opening swallowed Omar's cockhead easily as Nico moaned like a dick-impaled little faggot. Omar felt the swirl of cum inside Nico as it soaked his cockhead. Omar closed his eyes for a moment and felt the muscles in his neck and upper-back finally relax for the first time since his stepbrother and Elena had shown up. Omar continued holding Nico's phone in place, the camera fixed on the widest part of his cockshaft as he finally pressed all the way into Nico. "Uhhh!," Nico panted as his tender insides were penetrated for the third time that evening. "Open up that pussy for me," he ordered Nico. Nico pulled his muscled ass cheeks apart, and a strong waft of cum scent filled Omar's nostrils. Omar started sliding his raw dick in and out of Nico. The sounds from Nico's hole sounded viscous and wet. "Who'd you just let cum inside your hole, whore?" Omar sounded angry. Nico hesitated. "I said, tell the camera who you just let cum inside you, whore," Omar repeated more slowly. "Your stepbrother." Nico let out a sharp, pained moan as Omar rammed his raw dick in hard before the words had finished leaving Nico's dick-scented lips. "You didn't ask him for his HIV status, did you?," Omar continued. "No, daddy." "Did you ask my stepbrother if he has any STDs?" Nico had never heard Omar talk about infections like this during sex. Nico again hesitated. "Answer the question, fuckhole," Omar barked impatiently, again plowing his fuckshaft hard and deep into hole. Nico felt a trickle of cum slide from his hole down to his taint. "No, daddy!" Omar's pulled all the way out of Nico's hole, leaving a ring of cum froth encircling the tender, pink entrypoint to Nico's rectum. Omar slammed back into Nico, reopening him easily and bottoming out as the sound of cum bubbling from Nico's hole reminded Omar of a man's boot being pulled quickly from thick mud. The sound of cumsloppy hole dicking filled the apartment. "Speak up, boy!" Omar slapped Nico's ass with an open palm as Nico's fuckchute gurgled and spat messily. the stepbrother's cum began leaking down Nico's inner thing and dripping in a cluster on the carpet below Nico. Nico winced. "No, I don't, daddy!" "How do you know my brother didn't just pump you full of HIV?," Omar followed. Nico felt electricity coursing through his belly. "I don't, daddy!" Nico moaned like a faggot in heat as Omar's plowing continued. Omar's hips began shaking. Nico felt a warm, wet pressure squirt against his rectal wall. Nico's hard cock released a thick wad of precum onto the floor below. "Fuck it in, please, daddy!," Nico implored hungrily. "Fuuuuuuuuuck," Omar let out, unable to control his torso's convulsions as he felt his balls unload seven hefty squirts of his sperm into Nico's cum-fragrant cunt. Omar panted as his thrusting slowed. He pressed fully into Nico, bottoming out one last time, before sliding out. Omar's raw dick released and fell with a muted 'thwap' against his jean-covered thigh. Nico heard another beep from the phone. The echo of his multiple raw dickings rebounded through Nico's lower abdomen and around his pelvic floor. He savored the scent of cum wafting up from his backside as he fingered his outer hole tenderly with one hand. Omar resumed tapping on the phone, his cock still hanging from his open fly, face lit in a purplish blue by the screen's glow. Nico heard the sound of another text sending as he turned to face Omar, got to his knees, and gently wrapped his mouth around Omar's cum-frothed cock. The flavor of the stepbrothers' cum mixture bore the signature sweetness that Nico knew was Omar's, but there was another saltier flavor tempering it. There you are, Luciano, Nico thought, as he gulped gingerly, trying not to overstimulate Omar's sensitive post-sex cockhead. Omar locked Nico's phone with a click and tossed it on the couch as he placed a hand on Nico that they both knew meant Omar's cock was done. Nico pulled his mouth away but remained on his knees on the floor. Omar stuffed his cummy genitals back into his pants, zipped up, and headed to the bathroom to wash his hands. Clothes still pooled next to him, Nico leaned over and grabbed his phone from the couch nearby. Clicking it awake, he unlocked it and peered down at the screen. His text messages were open. A video had been sent from Nico's phone to an unrecognized local number. Nico scrolled up to see that Omar had also sent the shots of Nico staring deep into the camera with Omar's cock in his mouth. Nico's heart pounded and hole ached in sudden symphony. Omar had sent two messages prior, which read, "hole on loan from Daddy Lucho," preceded by, "no ?s, all loads 18yo sub." The receiving number began typing back. * * *

I was in DC going to the Nationals game I looked on Grindr and found navy guy who was looking too I texted him and he said he would love to come over 15 minutes later he was there. He was off and wanted to just fuck He loved anal sex and wife would not let him He quickly stripped and showed a nice thick dick. He also said he only fucked bareback He just laid me on my stomach on bed and went right in He fucked me for about 10 min till I could feel him cum he stayed in got hard and fucked me again he came three times before he left. Yes I was sore but happy

This story is pure fiction and comes from the part of my mind that’s always depraved and horny! 😊 I was at Uni, fuck I had not realised that living in the ‘Halls of Residence’ would cost so much, and to be honest offer fuck all for it. I knew I was gay though I was ‘out’ it was still sort of ‘secret’, I had come out to family and friends just prior to setting off for Uni, but other than a few fumbled kisses, wanks and blowjobs (me giving) that was all the experience I’d had, though I will admit I’d been playing with my arsehole a lot using various vegetables whilst watching intergenerational porn on my laptop in my tiny pokey room no real mans cock had been up my arse. Then I read this article about an American girl who was selling her virginity to fund her college education, I thought it was funny and sort of ridiculous, but it must have stuck in my mind because about two weeks later it was a Friday night I was drunk and stoned on weed wanking to a daddy/son video and playing videos games when I remembered the article and grinning to myself stuck an ad on craigslist which read:- “cute ginger boy, smooth/toned, 18, 5’6 slim/toned, tiny waist, nice round bum, smooth (all over) VIRGIN arse, looking for generous Dads to help pay for Uni” I even put up a half profile picture of my face, which though was dark did give an indication of how cute (modest yeah) I was. Then I finished wanking to the porn, finished my joint and the bottle of wine before promptly falling asleep in my room. I woke up the next morning to the sound of my friend Julie hammering on the door, insisting I go swimming with her, I tried to beg off but a very large cup of coffee and a joint later I agreed to go with her, at the pool, a lido (and outside pool in the UK) I got changed into my green bikini brief (I thought the contract looked great with my bright red hair) and dived into the cold water immediately feeling reinvigorated. The sun was bright and warm, Julie and I swam and sunbathed on our towels at the side of the pool, it was lovely, because we were away from the other bathers, we soon indulged ourselves with a few joints and some ice-cold beers (that Julie had brought) I was laying on my front on the towel reading Shakespeare to Julie (we were in the same English literature course) I was enjoying the sun on my back and feeling the heat through my tiny swim briefs on my arse when Julie sniggered “there’s some old bloke checking you out”, I started to glance around as she exclaimed “don’t look you prick!!”, it made me laugh and ask “where and who?” Julie tilted her sunglasses “five o’clock, big hairy brute in blue trunks”, I did my best yawning sleep move and turned myself so I could see, and I saw a man mountain of muscle, a bit of a gut, lovely grey/white hair on the sides of his massive forehead/bald head and a blue swim trunk that was bulging to say the least, he looked like something out of mythology! I must admit my heart fluttered at the site of the neanderthal man, he was so manly, so earthy, beastly, animalistic, and so sexy I had to lay on my front to hide my cock because it was rock hard. I buried my head in my towel pillow as Julie got up and jumped into the pool with hetro minded fellow students. Then I felt a shadow over me, the sun literally went in, I looked up and the ‘beast’ was standing over me, he grinned and then sat on his haunches, the bulge in his trunks obscene, he felt my cheek “I saw your ad boy and I accept, meet me here at 8pm tonight”.

I did actively seek it out. And I think it takes work too. Been together with my guy for about 7 years now. I think the thing I learned is that the guy you work best with in a relationship may not be the guy you tend to lust after. What works in a great hookup isn’t what works in a relationship. I found a guy I knew was a good solid choice, and we worked on it together. My slutty fantasies aren’t really fulfilled in our partnership, but we also understand that that’s something sepetate from what we’re building. So we go out and lay around. And always come home to each other

I’ve had my first shot, waiting on the second. But I know so many who have it, and four of my regular fuck buddies are suffering. And the stories they tell are horrendous. So right now, I am laying low.

I might well be there myself

That was not the question. The question posited as the start of this thread was " So, my question to Forum members is, do YOU [my capitals] take into consideration the race of an individual or those attending a group function before YOU [my capitals] make a decision to attend or not? Certain sites have organized group parties where you can see who has decided to attend. But what if a friend invites you? I know most ask for photos, but will the race be the final factor in deciding to attend or not?" My answer remains unchanged. I do not take race into account and, as with hair color, eye color, hair length, body type, body hair, facial hair, etc., I absolutely do not care what a guy's race is. The only thing I take into consideration is whether or not he's a top (I'm a power bottom).

This guy sounds like he's a few sandwiches short of a picnic...you're well rid of him.

The 20 was a long time ago when I was still very young, but they were all in x rated theaters where we have anon group sex. My first with 20 guys fucking me I was 16 years old. The second time I was 18 or 19.

Absolutely true When I was 15 staying with my aunt as my mum was ill my aunt lived down on the coast in the UK,was there for 3 weeks and my aunt had a bad fall and I ended up staying with her next door neighbor,who were 2 middle aged gay guys,I was 250 miles from home my mum was very ill, and my aunt was going to be in hospital for a week or so,any way long story short I used to sit on the stairs at there house looking through the skylight above the door watching them sucking and fucking, eventually I ended up in with them and was taught how to suck cock and love it, and take it DEEP inside me, when my aunt came out of hospital I would help her in the day and help her into a downstairs bed and then go next door to sleep and so they could keep an eye on me,they both fucked me virtually every night for several months, and taught me so much about my love for cock, very true

Dedicated & Penetrated: Hot Lil' Fukker gets his CumDump Loaded at the Adult Book Store. Hot Anonymous GloryHole Action [think before following links] https://dn2.newtumbl.com/img/1072293/166280146/1/194163265/nT_n0q2a28ypc79z77badypbv0z.mp4

You are welcome. You are a beautiful boy.

I have been fucked, bred and pissed on by a LOT of homeless men and I love it. just took a load dt in an alley behind a dirty dumpster with my shirt off and my shorts around one ankle. big dick, big load. gave him a joint. he left an 8 day load dripping out of my guts and trickling down my leg.

I would like to be able to "like" more than 3 posts/responses per 24 hours. I don't post much myself, mostly just enjoy reading what others write as inspiration for my nightly wanks.

Part 3 Slut training lesson one Well slut, what do you say to this said Jack. Will you work for your pleasure. Brad looked at Jack doubtfully, what should he say to this. His pussy was screaming for him to join in, his body was craving attention but his mind didn't want to go along with it yet. Jack saw that Brad was stuck with his thoughts and fingered the hole of his new slut. Brad began to ride Jack's finger. I want to hear slut, will you work for this pleasure and stopped Brad from fingering. Don't stop said Brad softly don't stop. You know what I want to hear Jack said. I .... I ..... yes what you said Jack. With hesitation there came out anyway I will work for it sir from Brad. It wasn't that hard slut. I knew you would work for it. You want your pussy filled and when I am done with you you will scream you want to be filled, you will say it without hesitation. Brad was embarrassed by what he had just said. This was not him, he was not gay. But still he could not resist the cry of his pussy to be filled. Well then said Jack then we will put you to work. He took a leg spreader from the wall and untied one of Brad's legs and in the meantime attached the spreader between his two legs. Brad who felt his legs were free was too late to react. The chems that were still coursing through his body had dazed him. His arms were untied from the bed and Brad thought for a moment of wanting to escape but he was pressed hard against the bed by Jack. What were you thinking slut, I'm loose I'm quickly trying to escape. Brad had no strength to resist and Jack placed his large and firm hand around Brad's neck and squeezed it so he couldn't breathe. I'll tell you 1 time kindly after that you won't get off cheap. You are my property from now on and you go and stand where I say understood. Brad couldn't answer and felt himself getting lightheaded and nodded. Jack loosened his grip and Brad got back into oxygen. Understood slut. Brad who was afraid to be grabbed again and said immediately and without hesitation yes sir I understand. Brad had to sit down on the bed and Jack took the harness he had laid ready. Put it on Jack said, Brad took the harness and put it on and Jack closed the straps. Brad had to put his arms on his back and Jack clicked them to the ring attached to the back. He was helped off the bed and had to stand up. The cane between his legs didn't make that easy and the chems made him stand and twist on his legs. Jack took some chains from the wall and while he was fastening them, Brad was thinking about whether he could escape or not. He looked at his options but he couldn't think clearly enough yet and his legs were weak and with that stick between his legs it wouldn't work. He had no choice but to stand because if he tried anything Jack would intervene immediately and who knows what he would do. Jack had attached the chains to the ceiling and loosened one arm from Brad's back and clipped it to the chain. He did the same with the other arm and Brad was now standing upright with his arms spread across the room. Time for some training said Jack You've had enough to enjoy he said and he stepped over to the wall and took some props. He placed a nipple clamp on each nipple and Brad squealed out. Don't cry slut this is just the beginning. He tied off the balls with a piece of string and hung a weight on them. Brad curled his toes and tried to swallow the pain. Jack came up behind Brad and took a whip in his hand and lightly struck Brad's ass. Brad shocked from the blow and the shock caused the weight to swing back and forth pulling on his balls. With the swinging of the weight it pulled more and more on his balls causing his scrotum to be pulled out. Brad had conflicting feelings running through his body. He experienced both pain and pleasure. Jack gave another stroke this one was already a little harder and again he gave a cry. With the next stroke I don't want to hear another scream slut. Do you understand? Because if you give any more cries I will hit harder and harder. Brad didn't want him to hit harder and on the next stroke he tried to hold back and only let out a light murmur. You learn fast Jack said, that's the way I like it. The next stroke he gave was against Brad's cock and this time he couldn't hold back and let out another moan. You know what this means slut and Jack gave another stroke but this time it was harder. The weight on his balls swung back and forth violently pulling firmly on his balls but Brad forgave the pain and did not let out a cry. Good girl. Brad received a few more strokes of the whip and couldn't hold on any longer he wanted it to stop. Please stop this I can't take any more. Jack came to stand in front of Brad and pulled on the nipple clamps. I decide when we stop. Brad squealed out and curled his toes. Stop screaming Jack called out and pulled even harder on the nipples. Brad once again forfeited the pain he began to sob and tears ran down his cheeks. Jack took the whip back in his hand and was now striking the nipples. Brad had no strength left and little by little he was sinking through his legs more. Jack grinned, we will have to train you slut you need to get stronger because with such a weak slut we are nothing. Jack put the whip away and went to the table with the bottles and took the pipe and some crystals. We will give you back some strength he said. Brad was near the end of his strength and wanted it to stop. You may blow some clouds. You can choose he said either you do it yourself or I put the mask on it is up to you. Brad didn't know what to say. He didn't want any chems, in fact he would have preferred to leave but he also knew he had no choice. Maybe if I do it myself I can make sure I fake it. I'll do it without the mask sir see Brad. Good choice, Jack said. He took the pipe and showed Brad how it worked. When I say inhale you do so until I say stop. You can't breathe out until I say so, you understand slut. If you don't do this then you will get from the whip. Jack had the whip in his hand. Brad knew he wouldn't be able to fake it because he didn't want to get hit again. Then rather walk around high anything is better than that pain. Jack took the pipe and lit it the crystals began to melt and the smoke formed. He placed the pipe against Brad's mouth and said inhale slut and hold it. Brad did his best because he didn't want to get another hit from the stick. He held in the smoke and as soon as he could he blew out a big white cloud. He felt a warm feeling come over him and Jack said breathe in again and he did what was asked of him. The more he breathed in the white smoke the warmer he got and the hornier he got back and he felt the energy coming back. Jack repeated it a few more times and as soon as he saw Brad's eyes begin to spin around in his head and his pupils were in his head like flying saucers he stopped. Brad was completely gone. The other chems hadn't fully worn off yet and if anything he was getting a new batch in. Yesterday he had never taken drugs and for the last few hours he had not been sober. Before he would realize it himself, he would be addicted and couldn't live without it. Brad had fallen into a trance. He heard the moans from on the flat screen and he felt Jack's firm hands caressing his body. Brad groaned and Jack stopped stroking. He unloaded the weight on Brad's balls and also removed the nipple clamps. Releasing the weight was a relief for Brad but releasing the clamps made him moan in pain. His arms were also loosened and secured back on his back. The cane was taken from between his legs and finally Brad could reposition his legs the way he wanted. On your knees said Jack. Brad got down on his knees without a problem and thought he could rest for a while. His head was spinning, his pussy was itching and he was as horny as could be. He looked at the screen and saw a boy who was also on his knees and he was sucking the cocks that were offered to him. Brad liked what he saw and opened his mouth and his tongue came out and moaned lightly. He couldn't think straight anymore because if he could think straight it wouldn't have found this horny. Do you like what you see slut. Do you want to suck a pole too. Do you want to indulge your master and embrace your real slut side. Brad couldn't make any sense out of it and he wanted to say no but Jack couldn't hear that it was more of a moan and mumble than a no. Ok then said Jack and he stepped to the wall and took a mouth spreader, he placed it in Brad's mouth and attached it to his head. Brad's mouth was completely spread open and drool started pouring out of his mouth. Brad didn't really realize what was happening because his head was spinning. Before we go any further you need to drink some more slut said Jack and he took the rest of the Getorade pulled on Brad's hair pulling his head back and telling him to drink it all without spilling a drop. Jack poured the Getorade laced with G into Brad's mouth and he obediently swallowed it all. Brad had to stand back up and sit in the shower. I have to piss first said Jack. Jack took his pole in his hand and started pissing all over Brad's face. Brad felt humiliated and didn't want this and tried to stand up. But with the piss falling past him onto the floor of the shower he slipped and fell headfirst into the wall. You shouldn't try to avoid this slut. From now on, you're a pisser and soon your mouth will be a mouth to piss in. You'll like it and you'll learn to swallow it all neatly. Brad shook his head and tears began to form. Brad who was wet with piss had to crawl out of the shower on all fours until it was in front of the bed. Jack set himself on the bed and took hold of Brad's head. His mouth was still spread wide open and drool was running from his mouth. Jack spat into Brad's mouth and he looked at his eyes which were now spinning around even more in his head. The G is starting to work again he thought. Time to teach him to suck. He took hold of his limp pole and placed his thick fat glans on Brad's tongue. It's time slut, it's time you thanked your master for all the pleasure he has already given you. Brad could do nothing and tears were running down his cheeks. This was the moment he would have to suck and cock for the first time. He did not want this, but he knew he would have no choice he could not possibly close his mouth and could not leave . The last drops of piss dripped onto his tongue and this was how he tasted piss for the first time. It made him gag. Are you going to gag already said Jack and my pole is not even in your mouth yet. Jack pushed his already half hard cock into Brad's open mouth. Even before Jack could say now you can gag, Brad got a disgust reflex because Jack's penis was way too big for Brad's mouth who had no experience with sucking. Don't you dare throw up slut, you could lick it all up. Instead of being disgusted you should lick my pole clean with your tongue, later you can learn to suck, first you should learn to use your tongue. Even though was he horny from the G and the Tina yet Brad began to weep and tears ran down his cheeks. Jack had had enough and pulled his hair and told him to lick and Brad couldn't help but lick Jack's pole with his tongue. Carefully he began to lick. But Jack was not content with this and took hold of Brad's head and pushed his pole completely inside, Jack's cock was completely up to Brad's throat and again he started gagging. Jack slapped the head and told him to stop gagging, he needed to indulge his master's pole. Brad got a new surge of horniness over him the G gave off a new load of horniness and his pussy began to call back to be filled. Tears welled up in his eyes, wet with piss, drool running from his mouth and a thick pole in his mouth. How could anyone possibly enjoy this he thought but still he was horny and wanted his ass filled he couldn't stop the feeling , no matter how much he wanted to. Jack withdrew his almost hard pole and Brad gasped and began to babble something unintelligible. The G and Tina were firmly working making him tell his thoughts. But because of the mouth spreader, Jack didn't immediately understand what he was saying. What he understood from it was pussy and stuffed. Jack was able to make ends meet and took hold of Brad's neck and looked deep into his flying saucers. Do you want your pussy filled slut, do you want to enjoy. Brad who no longer had control over what he said or did nodded. A smile appeared on Jack's mouth. Good, you'll have to earn it then. Jack stood up and picked up a medium plug and smeared it with Tina lube and with the suction cup he placed it against the wall. Brad had to stand up and walk over to the wall. He saw the plug hanging on the wall and he got a fright. Jack looked at Brad and said this is what you wanted right? You asked for it. Brad who was so high and had no idea what he was doing or saying just nodded. You can spoil your own ass later. You can show me how much you want that plug in your pussy. But first I will take off your mouthpiece. Jack took the spreader out of Brad's mouth also loosened his arms and placed him in front of the wall and made him bend over and lower himself until the top of the plug pressed against his pussy. Brad felt the tip pushing at his pussy and a warm feeling came over him. His mind told him to insert that plug fully that way he would be complete. He tried to sit on the plug to get it into his pussy that way but Jack stopped him. So hasty, do you have such a need for your pussy to be filled slut. Don't forget anything first. You should be grateful to your master for giving you this. How will you thank me for this. Brad couldn't say anything at this point would prefer to push that plug in so his pussy would be filled and he would have a perfect feeling. You can give me a blowjob first and if I like it you can sit down and give yourself some pleasure. Brad who couldn't think anymore was in doubt anyway. He wanted that plug in his pussy but he didn't want to suck that fat cock. The call of his cunt won over his doubt and he opened his mouth. Good for you said Jack and now take that fat pole in that slutty mouth of yours. Jack stood with his fat black cock right in front of Brad's open mouth and Jack said start licking it with your tongue and work it right in, slut. Brad stuck his tongue out and carefully licked at the thick head of Jack's cock and took the tip into his mouth. The realization that he had a cock in his mouth voluntarily brought tears to his eyes again. But still he continued he needed a filled pussy. His mouth slid further over Jack's firm pole and he pushed back as Brad slid the butt plug deeper into his hole. Feeling his pussy filled and pulled open made him hornier and he took Jack's pole even more into his mouth as deep as he could. After he had Jack's cock almost completely in his mouth he began to suck on it lightly. Jack pushed Brad further back and the plug was at its thickest point and slid all the way into Brad's pussy. Now he felt complete and the idea of having a cock in his mouth no longer bothered him. He began to suck and lick as best he could. Because he was going at it so violently, the suction cup detached from the plug. Jack was satisfied and groaning slightly sat down on the chair he had prepared. Brad sucked like a man possessed. Yes sletje suck but good on. Soon I will reward you with your first nice load of seed. Brad didn't hear this he was now in a complete trance he felt the plug pushing against his prostate and the pre-cum was running from his limp Tina cock. With his one hand Jack took hold of Brad's head and began to set the rhythm Brad followed Jack's rhythm along and with his other hand he pushed and pulled lightly on the end of the plug giving Brad an extra boost of horniness. He stopped sucking for a moment and sang out a loud moan. Yes, one more please. Brad was shocked by what he said to himself but by the blissful feeling of the plug in his ass he didn't care about the rest and sucked firmly on Jack's cock. Jack let him suck firmly further and regularly pulled the plug until the moment he was about to squirt. Then he took a firm hold of Brad's head and with a few violent thrusts he came to his climax and squirted solid gobs of seed into Brad's mouth. Brad felt the cock of pulsate and a stream of salty sweet seed come into his mouth, by what happened he got a surge of clarity. He didn't know what to do there had just been a man cumming in his mouth. He couldn't do anything because Jack had his head so tight and and cock filled his mouth so nothing could get out of his mouth. Jack, who was still enjoying the aftershocks, said to Brad, we will still be able to make something of you. Your sucking technique needs some work but for a first time this was not bad. I will now take my pole out of sluts mouth but do not dare to spit out my seed. This is my gift to you and you must keep it in you. You will have to swallow everything neatly. Brad knew that if he didn't do this he would get knocked or spanked and as soon as Jack pulled back his limp cock he tried to swallow the seed but it didn't go right away. His stomach turned and he wanted to spit it out. Jack pressed his hand to Brad's mouth and said swallow slut. You can do it and on the second try Brad swallowed the seed. Well that wasn't bad for the first day said Jack. Now you can regain strength he said. Lay down on the bed. The plug was removed from his cunt and Brad's arms were fastened again. Brad let everything happen. He was still high and overwhelmed by what had just happened. Jack took a sleeping pill from the drawer of the closet and stuck it in Brad's mouth. Brad swallowed it with some water he got. Sleep now but tomorrow we will continue working on your slut training. Brad got sleepy, his eyes fell closed and his mind where at full speed processing what had just happened. Before he fell asleep he realized that he was not going to get out of here and that this was just the beginning. What would he have to go through next.

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.

Chapter 9 coming. 🦠☣➕ Hunter finally starts to realize where his place is... ----- Part 9: the day has come -Hunter: There was nothing I could do about it: PozCop had planted his seed inside the only guy I loved in my life and, if humiliation was not enough, they both accused me to be a cheater! At that point I had just to satisfy the man’s needs but, as soon as he set me free from leash and ropes, I could let all my anger flow out: I picked up the plug he had placed on the nightstand and without any gentleness I pushed it inside Ian’s sloppy ass. “Ouch”, my former partner protested; “you’re hurting me!” “I don’t care”, I screamed spitting all over him. “Dirty fucking bastard! One day you’ll get everything you deserve.” I growled as an angry lion and violently kicked the bed, till Gifter Adri grabbed my wrist pulling me away from his bedroom: “you’d better come with me Hunter! We have to talk, once and forever.” His voice didn’t allow any reply and I only had to obey as usual, oblivious of Ian who begged us to stay; my ex had Sharon and Ryan to care of him if he wanted, now I needed to confront Adrian seriously with a man-to-man conversation or even something more, if necessary. In silence I followed him through the long staircase down to the basement; I remembered some recharge fucks we had in the sling mounted there but when I saw Adri’s gun leaning on a shelf, I knew fun was not included in his plans. “Please”, I implored. “Do not shoot me!” “Who told you I could do it?” He addressed me an evil grin; “someone’s conscience is guilty! Better, dirty. The judgment day has come, Hunter. Face it, now or never.” “No way you can force me to do a blood test. I’m undetectable and this is enough for me, investigating on my strain doesn't make sense at all!” “That’s another matter, dude, we’ll discuss it later. But now there’s something more important. Listen to me, dirty pig!” My whole body shaking, tears in my eyes, I tried everything to avoid his gaze but he surprisingly placed my hand on his naked lower belly where I could notice the skin was not normal. “These damned scars”, he complained. “They start from here and go down my whole shaft. Some are also around my ass hole, I have been fucking burned! And then…” He pointed his finger to the wall in front of us: a girl’s photo was hanging there protected by a glass panel, her beautiful and happy face almost looking directly at me. “Alex”, he yelled gripping my hand abruptly. “Alexandra Miller. She’s my beloved twin sister who is currently fighting against a cervical cancer, doctors estimate she has three more months left before leaving this world. Do you understand, asshole?” Shocked. This term was not enough to explain my reaction after that news; I knew Alex, we were close in the past but we hadn’t been in touch for at least two years and now, how could I be involved in this tragedy? “HPV”, Adri whispered almost in tears. “This illness has completely destroyed our lives and Chaser Ryan took the blame but recently I have learned the truth. Despite yours is supposed to be a hybrid strain, my HIV is in your blood and managed to tell me everything in detail, fucker! I know when you brought HPV-pocalypse home and who gave it to you.” “Always the legend of talking virus? Don’t make me laugh with this bullshit”, I grinned at him but my smile soon disappeared: I couldn’t hide the HPV evidence! STD’s happen and I knew it from the beginning, when I was a teenager and started my very first sexual experiences; why being 100% safe, I have always loved sex! Men, women, the riskier the better so I couldn’t reject that masterpiece of a man some years ago, when I noticed a small wart on his penis. It was nothing, I believed, something that can be quickly treated but no reason to miss a fuck with a sexy old guy like Arthur! I met him some time before my encounter with Gifter Adri, Arty knew soon enough I was a chaser and I had fun with two gifters. How could it be wrong and above all, who thought about possible unrecoverable damages? I simply left everything to chance. “Shit happens”, they often say. And now? Many emotions invaded my mind, there was really no turning back; what if I had a cancer too! Scared, guilty and powerless. That’s how I felt! “It was not intentional”, I tried to explain holding back my tears; “you cannot accuse me anyways. When you fucked me, I was unaware of what I was carrying!” “You’re lucky to have a loyal viral brother like Ryan. If it wasn’t for his sacrifice to protect you, your sexual encounters could have stopped years ago. My twin sister’s aggressive HPV is your responsibility and so was mine, and Ian’s. Accept it!” “How could I notice”, I cried; “No visible lesions were on me! Alexandra and I had just some oral contacts a couple of years ago then I went for a complete penis check up only when Ian got some small warts, and he had to burn them. Unlike you, I had no relevant consequences. What else could I say!” “Three is the perfect number, right? Are you proud of people you infected?” Gifter’s tone was turning angry again, I didn’t have any energy to look for further answers; “and last but not least, are you sure Ian loves you?” he continued, without caring about my feelings; “I can show you the truth, given that our HIV has unsuccessfully tried to inform you about everything before you could pop your boy’s cherry. You didn’t listen to your virus though, you were too concentrated on fucking around.” He walked to the room’s opposite corner, where a laptop was sitting on the desk; a big screen to the wall at my right was soon broadcasting some images and texts: Ian with a sex toy deep in his ass, Ian fingering his hole and moaning aloud, and synchronized with pictures I read all chats between him and PozCop! It was obvious now, the two of them knew each other before our very first date! “Ian, or better BlindChaser, wanted me to take his virginity and negativity in one go”, Gifter continued showing his frustration; “but at that time I was in a very difficult mission out of country so I entrusted him to you. What a wrong choice I made!” I deeply breathed, trying to prevent my anger from coming out all at once; “I love him”, I managed to whisper, turning my head away from his eyes. “And you forced me to dump him in the worst way possible.” “I trusted you Hunter, I considered you as my first viral son! If something happened to me in that mission I had at least a second generation guaranteed for my strain and you betrayed me. How could I guess you were an HPV receptacle or, worse, that you brought my poor HIV down to undetectable!” “I did everything doctors suggested me, and you’re saying I was wrong?” “Hunter! You’re just a cum dumpster, a nature's mistake; and I’ll never allow you to touch Ian again. Never! He’s mine from this moment on! My brotherhood is no longer here for you, trashy whore!” Hearing those words I bit my lips and let out an animalistic growl, soundly hitting the floor with a foot. “Son of a bitch”, I screamed as loud as I could and tried to punch Adri but after that… I am not sure about what happened. I just remember my fist hit something but not him, and when I opened my eyes after a while, I was lying down on a couch with Ryan and Sharon next to me; no signs of PozCop or Ian anywhere. Who knew how much time had passed! “Easy, bro”, Ryan said softly. “Maybe you had a bad dream. Everything is OK, we’ll look after you.” “But my finger bones are broken”, I complained. “I don’t know, I feel like I’ve bumped on something.” My viral brother took my hand in his then tried to move my fingers in an almost sensual contact, and comforted me: “maybe you hit the floor collapsing down, nothing is seriously injured. I assure you, broken fingers cause a pain you can never forget. Listen to your brother, take a nap and you’ll be better!” --- -PozCop: Hunter’s reaction was not ordinary anger, it looked like roid rage. But as far as I knew that guy never took steroids or similar drugs! Instinctively I felt scared and wanted to call my co-workers at the police to help me blocking him, but after I quickly escaped from his fists I saw him losing his balance and collapsing, senseless; in that situation I only could call Ryan to help me assist him and, at least, give him a more comfortable place to lie down. The guy’s breathe and heart beat were regular, no need to call for emergency so we just brought him upstairs in the living room where finally we clarified the whole matter: that temporary consciousness loss was not a coincidence! I live this kind of experience too when something or someone gets me in trouble and my HIV prevents me from taking unrecoverable wrong steps, now it was time to let Hunter understand how lucky he could be. If only he allowed us to verify his HIV strain’s origins giving me the possibility to ensure about my latest assumption: maybe gifter Arty polluted Hunter’s HIV less than I could even guess. “Leave him alone”, Sharon suggested me; “take care of Ian, Hunter is our duty now. We’ll solve remaining issues between us. Go, please!” “What about if his anger explodes again!” I was really afraid for Sharon, my third chaser was pregnant and I’d never forgive myself if someone could hurt her. “I said go, Gifter”, she repeated; “if something wrong happens Ryan and me can manage it by ourselves. Ian needs you, I’m sure!” I couldn’t disappoint my favourite girl, so I kissed her forehead and reached my bedroom as fast as possible; she was right! Ian was on my bed face down, crying. “Go away Hunter”, he implored between sobs, hearing my footsteps. “Leave me in peace!” I took his hand into mine and stayed still, until I felt him respond to my contact squeezing my fingers; discomfort lasted for some more seconds but Ian ended up turning on his side when he finally recognized who was touching him. “Gifter”, he said at last. “How could you love a negative pig like me! I feel so dirty…” “Your neg days are almost gone”, I reassured him; “my load contains millions of HIV copies. Remember it!” “It’s no longer in me”, he told me touching the blood-stained butt plug leaning next to him. “I had to take it off as I felt pain and your load came completely out. Hunter may have ruined my insides, I’m so sorry for the seed I wasted!” “Nothing to feel guilty about! I’ll give you another load very soon”, I hugged him tight but he pushed me away when I tried to kiss his lips. “Hunter spit on me”, he still sobbed; “and pissed into my mouth. I drank it all but feel so degraded now! I don’t deserve your attentions at all…” I closed his lips with a finger pulling his body towards mine even more, if possible; I really didn’t care about what Hunter did to him, Ian was mine and every cell of our entwined bodies was proof of that. “Come on”, I gently pushed him towards the bed’s edge; “we’re going to take a warm shower together and you’ll become the poz chaser I want you to be. Trust me and let’s wash all negativity away!” I extracted a key from my nightstand’s drawer and guided my boy towards the closet; “I do not understand”, Ian was clearly reluctant to follow me; “are you hiding a cage there? Will you lock me in? I don’t want to…” I held his hand without saying anything else and moved all my clothes to the opposite wall, revealing a secret door which I opened using the key and pulled Ian in the huge hidden bathroom, locking it from inside. “Here no one sees or films”, I announced, “or comes to disturb us. Now it’s time to do our own business, I want to poz you up as I always promised. Just me and you, to make our bond even stronger into my secret room.” Our dicks started to get hard, but I had something more urgent to do: opening the warm water and let it flow on our naked bodies. “This feels so good”, Ian told me rinsing his lower belly. “Give me some shower gel if you have it.” I took a big bottle from the shelf in front of me then spread the liquid all over his body and hair; “this is ginger and mint, the flavor I told you. How does it feel?” No answer was needed, Ian’s dick was rock hard when my hands rubbed the soap on it! But that wasn’t enough for me, so I inserted the same fluid in his hole pushing two fingers inside. “No damages”, I reassured him; “otherwise you would have screamed in pain! It’s a fresh feeling, right?” He nodded, bending over and moaning aloud. In a few seconds I found myself with three fingers in him! “I want to feel your hand in me”, he begged; “own me completely!” I succeeded with a fourth finger, but when I attempted to insert my thumb Ian yelped in pain. “I can’t do it at the moment”, I explained; “your hole needs training and this will take some time. We have all life long to experience everything, honey! Don’t be in a hurry. Once again I tell you: trust me, I’d never hurt you. Wash me now, boy! Explore me!” It was my turn to fill his hands with gel; “it’s creamy”, he said licking his lips; “if it wasn’t for the smell and temperature I could imagine it was your load.” “Your reward comes later! Touch and wash your gifter first. Show me you’re a good boy!” I felt like a doll in his hands! First tentatively then passionately, he began to touch me, spreading the soap all over my body. “I’m not a sculpture”, I encouraged him; “if you want you can be rough! Use those talented fingers on me, you won’t harm me at all! Don’t be afraid. Make me feel how eager your body is!” “May I…” His hand slowly reached my dick and started to move up and down, bringing me to full hardness; I had never felt so excited before with just a hand job! He playfully squeezed my heavy balls, I was almost ready to blast my load on his fingers. “Stop! And don’t even suck me”, I commanded noticing he was kneeling down; “I’ll teach you an oral trick some day but this toxic load is for your hole!” “I want to fuck you”, he surprised me; “with my finger at least!” I bent over and exposed my ass but I guided his hand through it, I wanted to keep complete control of my own body. “Hunter never let me touch his hole”, he told me; “he said alpha males never get finger fucked!” “Alpha male? Hunter?” I laughed hard while spreading some more gel on Ian’s fingers; “He is rather a bitch! Believe me!” “Like you”, he replied inserting one finger in me, but when he attempted with the second, I stopped him. “This hole is virgin, Ian. Be careful as I’ve never bottomed in my life.” “So, you have been pozzed as a top?” He asked, visibly curious. “Or what?” “Injection”, I answered; “A long story I’ll share with you after full conversion. Time to talk is up, let’s rinse this soap off then I want to fuck you!” He seemed worried for the space in the shower but I made him explore it all, there could have been place for three more people if I only wanted! But that time was just for us. I couldn’t resist my boy any longer so, after stopping the water flow, I told him to lie down on his back; in no time his ankles rested on my shoulders and almost immediately I was pushing my member inside his hungry hole. Such a good lube I used, I was aware that gel was effective in many ways. “It feels so fucking good”, Ian moaned; “you feel so good. I want you, Gifter!” “I am changing your life”, I whispered thrusting all the way in; “scream, chaser, no one will come and rescue you!” “Fuck me, fuck me harder”, I heard him shouting; “take my neg status away!” “Pozzing you good, dirty slut! I’ll impregnate you like I did Sharon!” His ass walls seemed to live their own life becoming tighter and tighter around my shaft; “continue like this, chaser! I want you to cum together with me!” “Getting close”, he replied, and I pulled almost completely out interrupting the fuck abruptly. “I decide about your pain and pleasure”, I told him scratching his hips with my nails; “cum or scream only with my permission! Do you feel my toxic precum inside you?” “Yeah, Gifter, give it to me!” I was losing track of the time; we went on fucking like that for a while then I made him turn face down: I wanted his neg load to go completely away! “Infect me”, he continuously begged; “give me your poz babies! I want your DNA in me!” I increased my speed, cumming was matter of seconds; the room’s steam was making us sweat more than normal and we enjoyed our mutual scents, mixed with the gel’s flavor. “Are you ready, boy? This is your last possibility to change your mind!” “Poz me up”, was his only answer; his hole twitched once again around my fuck tool and finally I exploded a torrent of viral seed into him while his blank seed spraying from his member, ran through the floor till it slowly flowed down the drain. I let my dick soften and pop out from his ass by itself, then laid down next to him, surrounding his body with my arms. “Now you’re pregnant for sure”, I whispered at his ear. “And I’ll breed you here every morning till it takes. This is our private room where we can share any fluid we want! No fear to stain clothes of red, yellow or whatever.”

Part 4 We didn’t text everyday of course, we were living so far apart, we had our own lives, and we would just check in on each other from time to time, with occasional sexting and exchange of pictures and videos of our hookups. In the next few months following that last conversation with him, the words “poz loads” stuck in my head. I kept turning those in my mind, trying to understand why it had so much effect on me. I was thinking about it more and more when jerking off while watching porn and sniffing poppers. I had never really cared about guys’ status but I caught myself paying more attention to that detail on their BBRT profile. I still did not dare oinking the poz guys. I was probably too afraid. Finally, one Saturday evening, I was getting ready to hit the local bathhouse when I receive a message from my guy from the West Coast. I was still not fully dressed to go out and was just in my jockstrap and socks. -“Hey pig, what’s up tonight?” - “Getting ready to go to the bathhouse, what about you?” - “Just looking at those last pics you sent me, getting all horny” - “Oh yeah?” - “Yeah, thinking about all the dirty things I’d do to you…” I wasn’t in a rush, after all it was only 10pm, still plenty of time. -“What are you thinking?” - “Just how much I want to make you mine” while sending me a live pic of his perfect hard dick. I felt intrigued and excited and started playing with my dick without even really noticing. -“What do you mean by making me yours?” I asked, starting to feel where this was going. -“Just marking you. You’re lying on the bed, on your back. I’m on top of you, the tip of cock just rubbing on your wet hole. I’m pushing gently, the tip my dick covered in precum enters slowly. I’m asking you if you’re sure.” -“Sure of what Sir?” -“If you’re sure you want my unmedicated poz dick inside…”

I had a buddy who organised parties - when I got an invite I knew had several mates lined up to use me. Usually him and 4 or 5 guys of all sorts. They'd all pass me round and most of them would cum in me more than once except my mate. He waited till everyone was done before sucking the cum out and then planting his own. Come to think of it - I should write it up as a story... Bottom line is: he and I trusted each other and what the other liked so it worked really well.

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

I have been enjoying sodomy and after high school, my partner count skyrocketed and has stayed high--peaking in 2018 with some 900 sex partners. I really get into the freak level size stuff--always have--so my ass is great with huge toys and fisting, making me obviously used even at rest where my hole is actually a slit or gash. In my experience guys tend to fall into 3 categories here. Some really get off on fucking really used ass to the point, if I'm at a sex club or sex resort, hey will wait until a dozen guys or so have used me before they mount me to ad their own seed to the mix. I have even had them jerk off inside me. The second type doesn't care whether you're loose or tight as long as they can fuck you. It's the 3rd group that has a problem with loose hole. And they tend to be the ones who are closet slut shamers, rightly equating a loose ass with promiscuous behavior, but treating it as a negative fact rather than one which my super loose ass is immensely proud of. When I see a fellow porn guy taking impossible large stuff in his ass I know exactly the intense pleasure he is feeling and I know the massive amount of sexual use he has enjoyed to get to that level. But the guys who are repulsed by a loose, open hole, a sign of sexual excess, usually are deep down still fighting the slut and cock shame drilled into them by the Xian church. But they are a minority, especially in temples of Lust like a sex club or resort for the very fact that is where guys like me are found, who enjoy sex for the male pleasure sport Nature intends it to be.

On occasion when I’m hosting I’ll get a message from a Man of Color who says, “You like black?” I’m autistic. My immediate thought is usually something like, It’s okay, but I’m really more partial to green, and then of course I realize what he’s asking. I hate it when that happens. I hate it for him, because his life experience has taught him that to avoid trouble he has to ask if it’s okay to approach me In his own skin. I hate it for me because for the sake of his own well-being he has to assume I may be a racist bigot - an assumption ironically based on the fact that my skin is a different color than his. I also hate that I have to feel awkward because my experience has taught me to particularly look forward to sex with black men. I can’t tell why, as a general rule, they provide me with the most physically fulfilling fucks I have the privilege of taking, but it has nothing to do with the color of their skin or the size of their cocks. Not every one of course - they’re people, and individually unique, but whether because of cultural influence or some other factor, a high proportion of such men who have had me have been especially good at sex. I’m just sorry that in explaining to someone what kind of giys I enjoy fucking me, one of the words I’m expected to use is “black”. Of course I “like black”. I like it the same way I like every other kind of man , without distinction - if a man has a functioning cock, I don’t care if he’s blue, and I’ll talk to anybody.

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Saturday Grahame's extreme fetish secrets begin to turn to reality... Having made my excuses to 'test' our now Open Relationship I leave my supposed boyfriend behind for the weekend, kick around town, a bar for Dutch Courage and waste the day that takes forever to pass until I walk up to the garage dead on 6pm, I walk in to find Pitor waiting for me, we embrace, his tongue invading my mouth as he pulls me into a bear hug, I feel his hard cock press into my crotch as we make out. “Good boy, now get out of those clothes we have work to do….you all cleaned out” “Yes Sir” “You no cum after Pawel fuck you?” “No Sir!” “Good boy, now I have present for you. Close your eyes and wait.” I do as I’m told and upon hearing footsteps and some rustling it takes all me will power not to take a peek. In a burst of activity my hands are padlocked behind my back and simultaneously a hood, leather by the smell of it, is secured over my head. “Good work Antonin” I here, Pitor letting me know we are not alone. My heart is pounding as I try to adjust to the darkness and work out by sound what is happening. A click, then buzzing fills the air. “Now stand still or Ant will accidently cut your balls off!” I can’t stop myself from trembling as the clippers begin to remove my already trimmed body hair. Once completed the silence is deafening and as the seconds, that feel like minutes, tick by I smell ammonia then cool cream being applied to the now near hairless areas especially around my now shriveled almost non-existent dick, balls and arse crack that made the sensitive skin around my hole twitch and pucker. “Christ, it stings - it hurts - fuck! FUCK! Get it off, please, my skin – it’s – on – fire.” Next, I’m almost bowled off my feet by a blast of cold water washing the hair removal cream off my tortured body and then roughly toweled down by what had to be the most crisp and scratchy towels ever that feels like needles being raked over my tingling skin. “Good job Ant. Ummm, skin red but should be OK by the time our guests pounce. We move you now. 'What choice do I have?' I say with a laugh. As we stumble through a doorway I hear Pawel’s thick Polish accent. “Ah, the star of tonight’s entertainment. You have paid for three hours use of the Slave. Use every hole and when I come back let me see him well used and cum covered.” I’m manhandled into position face down, strapped and tied down onto each leg of what I assume to be the Fuck Bench Pawel tested sooooo well yesterday, I was immobile and my cock and balls were roughly pulled back so they were fully exposed hanging off the edge of the bench. Pitor reached underneath me to pinch one of my nipples playfully. “Seriously, though, don't worry. We not going to do anything you didn’t ask for. Relax, we have a few well-hung friends here with me to satisfy our size queen. We're going to make your dark dreams come true Grahame.” My heart was pounding and since I couldn't move or see, my other senses seemed to be stronger. I heard other people in the room and there was cologne, musk and strong sweat smells I hadn't noticed before. I was nervous as hell, but then who wouldn't be, yet when I began to feel all those hands on my body, teasing and exploring, my cock nearly exploded there and then. Someone must have sensed it as I hear a voice say “don't touch his cock” The foreplay was incredible. I pulled at the ropes, flexing the muscles in my arms and legs, near delirious with ecstasy as countless hands caressed my body. Someone with larger hands was massaging my legs, inching closer to my butt cheeks and the Bulls Eye as his thick rough fingers found my hole and pushed in scratching, circling or just rammed in then pulled out making my hole twitch clenching and unclenching. As I lay there helpless, my mind screamed for cocks to fuck me. Some of the fingers were replaced with mouths. I moaned as the strangers serviced me, enjoying the difference in their techniques, a soft tongue slowly licked in a circle around my hole while another one nibbled my ass lips I felt another tongue flutter along my taint making me shudder in pleasure. I felt lips on my hole and a tongue pushed it open, deep probing me whilst other mouths were everywhere: on my back, neck, on my legs, my mouth and face. The pleasure was nearly unbearable. I gasped loudly as men moved around me jabbing a finger or two in my now needy hole one at a time. Someone was underneath me for a taste of my cock, a warm tongue bathed my shaft from balls to tip then swallowed me whole, nearly sucking the cum directly from my balls as the pre-cum freely pulsed from my piss slit with every heartbeat. I screamed in pleasure as someone's tongue fluttered against my hole again. “Fuck me, please fuck me!” I screamed desperate for my itch to be scratched. I felt one, then two and a third finger shoved in my hole finger fucking me, while a tongue lapped at my nuts, all the while my cock was still being sucked while this was happening. I could barely take it. I pulled at my restraints, but they held me tight. I arched my back, begging to be released. Then I felt it. It was hard and slippery, someone's cock, it felt huge and with pressure was prying my willing ass open. The huge dick sliding into me felt like a sword, hard and long, very long. The pain was only temporary, until the thick shaft pressed down on my prostate to send me into orbit. When the owner of the cock up my ass started to fuck, it felt as if my guts were being rearranged and when it came to orgasm I felt sure it would explode from my entire body. I could hear Pitor make suggestions every so often, but the only other sounds I heard were the rhythmic sounds of wanking, heavy breathing and moans of pleasure…and by now most of those were coming from my own mouth. I heard a different voice say, “I'm going to shoot.” When I felt pulsing in my ass and heat, I knew whoever was fucking me was dumping their load deep inside me "HERE IT COMES, HERE IT COMES" he yelled out "I'M CUMMING – FILLING - YOU - WITH – MY – POZ - SPERMS" and right when he said that he came load after load, moan after moan with what felt like gallons of cum pumping into my ass. As he continued with every thrust I can feel some slowly coming out of my ass and dripping onto the floor. it felt like a good minutes worth of cum being dumped in me from this massive cock, when he finished and pulled out all of the cum started rushing out like a flood of warm sticky cum came oozing out of my gaping ass. I felt a tongue lap up the spooge free flowing from my cunt. A voice from somewhere says “Don’t felch any more of that Poz cum leave it where it will do some good!” I’m in heat and in need of more, “Someone else put their cock in me. Now!” I demand A second, even thicker fuck stick started to rub against my slippery cum drenched hole and starts to penetrate, “Ummm. Nice and lubed,' was all he said as he slid in balls deep. He sounded Hispanic and his cock felt like a baseball bat up my ass with its huge mushroom head barging my intestines out of the way. He was in to rough fucking, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming all the way back in to the balls. The friction from this fuck was sure to make me cum soon and was quickly drying out the cum lubing my ass when suddenly I hear, "suck my dick" I think it was the first guy to fuck me, so I did. The other guys around me were jerking off with squidgy sounds from their abused cocks. I couldn't get the whole thing in my mouth because it was so big, despite being covered in cum, ass juice and God knows what else and whoever it belonged to kept putting his hands on the back of my head and would push further down until I gagged almost to the point of blacking out with tears and snot running down my face. At the very last moment as blackness fogs my mind he withdraws just enough for me gasp a lungful of air…. “ARRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHH!!” But with this huge cock down my throat it just sounded like loud strangled Grrrrr, and they both laughed. My eyes watered more as these two boys used my body, invading me, hurting me, humiliating me in front of all their friends, just for my fun. “Antonin man, that feels awesome! Make him scream some more. It feels amazing around my toxic cock!” Antonin laughed and forced his cock into me as deep as it would go, until his pubes crushed against my ass cheeks and his nuts slapped against mine, hammering into my ass. I felt a piercing awful pain, like his cock was tearing something deep inside my stomach. I tried to yell, but it was totally muffled by the massive penis. Antonin was pounding like a jackhammer. It felt like his cock was way past my stomach… another inch and it would come out my mouth! The ring of my asshole was burning like it was on fire, and it felt like his cock was dry sandpaper. I could feel wetness, pre-cum, cum or blood trickling down the inside of my thigh from my torn hole. I was crying out as much in pain as in joy. 'Jesus, your ass is awesome! What a sweet pussy!' Thrusting hard until he too added his load to the mix as he fell forward on to me and leaning up to my ear and whispering, “this is our secret, I just pumped a week’s worth of AIDS batter into your torn and bleeding cunt.” “Next!” I heard Pitor ask and of course another guy took his place, fucking my ass. "take it easy on him dude" Pitor told the guy getting ready to fuck me "I can't promise anything" the voice says back. He got up and rubbed is head on my hole and with force shoved what had to be his 11 inch massive piece of meat in my ass only getting about 3/4s in at first then pushed the rest in. I yelled out again with all the pain coming back, his hands pushing down on my lower back it felt like his cock was in my stomach. never have I had that big of a dick in my ass, he was pounding hard all I could do was bite down on my lower lip to stop from screaming out loud, I huffed and puffed but had to yell out, "WAIT STOP PLEASE AH... PLEASE PULL OUT, PULL OUT" "fuck no, your gonna take it you little bitch. You’re our cum slut so you take it, you hear me" and he got harder and faster. The one fucking my face climed in too, "shut the fuck up and take it bitch" the one guy fucking my ass resumed, this time it didn't take much time before he yelled out "I'M GONNA CUM.... OH, OH YEAH, OH SHIT" Once he pulled out another guy stepped in to position and started to fuck me now with a hung fat cock, and before I could scream another guy came around and started fucking my face hard with this meaty 9 inch cock. he forced his dick down my throat and I could feel his cock head in the middle of my throat as I was gagging with my eyes watering, he pulled out for a second to allow me to get my breath back then went back to it. With both of them fucking me hard it now started to feel great, all the pain was gone and all I could feel was pleasure. Within minutes both started to tense up and in my quest to keep pace it felt as if they were fucking harder and faster, the one fucking my face yelled out "OH SHIT HERE IT COMES" and shot load after load of hot cum in my mouth, there was so much that all I could do was swallow his thick man juice, at the other end about a minute later the other guy shot his load in my ass. My moans were now extremely loud and so were his. "oh yeah bitch you like that? yeah you like this dick" he said "get ready I'm gonna cum". I counted ten more cocks hammering my ass before Pitor said it was his turn. My legs and arms were killing me and my ass ached like hell. I was familiar enough with Pitor’s cock as it was he who Pozzed me so I knew it was huge and normally felt like he was going to split me open, but this time as he slid into me easily. Though his prick was enormous, he was a surprisingly gentle gliding his hard-on up and down making love to my hole, his throbbing shaft pumping more toxic lubricant in my chute whilst his cockhead massaged my prostate making me feel like I was going to cum again but I held off and squeezed as best I could my ass muscles around his cock. He groaned and slid deep inside me, letting my battered ass milk his wad. Gasps went around the room then silence, you could hear a pin drop, I could just about make out shuffling of feet come close, then away. A boney finger scraped around in my wide open hole digging around and was then removed…I heard a slurping sound, then “Nice” is wheezed out. I feel a presence at my head, “Stick your tongue out” and of course I comply. A lumpy warmth is rasped across my tongue. “That’s my arm and it’s not psoriasis you can feel” followed by a cracked cackle, “No you stupid beautiful boy, that’s a dying man’s KS Lesions and after today could be your badge of honour too!” My aching cock pulsates to life once more and throbs copious amounts of pre-cum on the floor below, again. I felt the pressure of this steel-hard dick forcing its way into me, as all these other guys watched and loved it. I lay with my legs held wide open as the (I presumed) old man pumped between my legs. I felt his fat veiny meat sliding in and out of my numb and open hole. At that moment, a guy standing next to me, started to shoot his load. The first shot landed on my back, the second shot splattered my ass cheek and the last one ended up in my crack. He wiped his cock over my face pushing it in my mouth and tells me to clean it off for him. When he was done, another guy walked up, and shoved his meat into my mouth. He pumped into my face forever. Finally, I felt his nuts start to press up against my chin, and I knew he was going to cum soon and was so relieved when I felt his cockhead start to swell in my throat. Then he held my head all the way down, my forehead pressed into his hard belly, and he pumped his cock as his load shot down my throat. “Swallow it! SWALLOW IT YOU DIRTY SLUT! EAT IT FAGGOT!” He must have shot a gallon of cum; it went on for what seemed like a whole minute, probably longer. It had shot out faster than I could swallow and I choked. My mouth was filled with his hot salty jizz and the sticky baby batter was dripping out of both corners of mouth too and all down my chin. When he had finally pumped the last shot into my throat, he loosened his grip and I pulled my mouth off of his cock. I coughed and choked and sputtered his sperm. “There’s a good bitch” he said, and walked away. Before I could catch my breath, the old man thrust into my ass even more forcefully bruising my internal organs as chanting began, “Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him, Poz the cunt, ruin that hole forever!” over and over again. No one seemed to care about me as he just kept pumping, and telling me in not much more than a wheezy whisper, “Plenty of dangerous, life threatening HIV strains for you, Warts, Crabs, Scabies, Gonorrhea, Syphilis, Chlamydia Herpes and Hepatitis all have come your way tonight, finally yelling “TAKE IT! TAKE IT ALL IN MY LOAD! You fucking CUMDUMP!” His pistoning cock was pulsating as it shot deep, deep inside me pouring his sulphuric jizz deeper inside my guts. He held himself there for a while after cumming, as someone was working the knots in the ropes that bound me while the last of his cum drained from his balls. When he finally stopped panting and out of breath pulled his dick out of me abruptly, cum dripped out of me and down my thighs. He slapped my ass really hard two more times and walked away. I nearly cried in relief when my arms and legs were finally freed, but I ached so badly I could barely move. And then there’s Pawel thick accent, “Time’s up, half hour break for Slave to recover. Pay me for Round 2 if you want to see more destruction of our boy.” Pitor & Antonin hold me up on wobbly legs and my abused cannot contain all the cum deposited as it freely flows down my legs and splashes on the floor. I try to lift the blindfold, but I couldn't see much other than the naked lower half of their bodies, two cocks still half-hard and red. “Where are all the others?” I asked weakly. “My ass burns but I’m up for letting them all have another crack at it!”

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