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Part 2 After that hot afternoon session with Andy and Amy. I found myself lost and in a haze. Amy and I did not exactly break-up, but she started dating other guys..like that night. She went to dinner with a guy who worked at the store across from her’s. While Andy and I flipped fucked for the next several hours. It was strange that I went from a pussy loving guy to a quite possible pozzed cocksucking, butt fucked slut. In a matter of hours. I really did not have time to process my feelings as Andy drove his thick 8 inch prick out my ass. I stayed the night with Andy. I will admit it was awkward leaving the house and facing their parents. Amy still lived at home with her parent’s and Andy was home from college. He attended a large midwest college. He was just home for the summer break. I had a feeling that we were going to be seeing a lot of each other this summer. I went back to my apartment and took a long nap. I tossed and turned as I relayed the night and day before. I knowingly took a poz load. “Hell” I thought, i was fucked and I sucked another man’s cock. I never thought I would do that in a million years. The rest of the week was pretty much in a haze. Amy finally called me and asked if she, Andy and her new friend could come over. Knowing that we could play without her parents being around. I laid there chatting with her as she hashed out her plans for her new friend. My dick got so hard. I agreed and she told me they would be there around 8pm. Amy’s plan was to drop by with her few friend and Andy and I were to play the gay couple, the rest of it was just filler. I was to take Andy’s lead and just play along. Andy came over to my apartment about 5 that afternoon and within minutes. I was bent over the couch with Andy’s poz filled piston was plowing in and out of my ass. It had been just a week since he filled me several times with his poz load. I greedingly took his thick cock. After Andy finished plowing and breeding my hole. He dropped his bare ass onto my couch. He fumbled around in his backpack and told me to bend over in front of him. I felt a thick rubbery thing being pushed into my hole. “What are you doing?” I asked? “I am inserting a butt plug into your cummy hole” he answered back. I looked back with a quizzed look on my face. “So none of my poz juice will leak out. I want to make sure it sticks,” he chided with a stern look on his face. He smacked my ass and told to come clean his cock. I could see his cum-covered with shades of pink on his massive prick. I knew fucked me hard and with very little lube. I did not expect to see my blood on his cock. I sat on the floor and he fed me his cock. We had a few hours to kill before Amy brought over her new target. He old me he did not want to cum he just wanted to edge for a while. Amy called and told us they were on the way. So Andy and I jumped in the shower. Andy put me on my knees and fed me his cock before turning on the shower. I loved his taste, but he started to flood my mouth with his piss. I gagged, but I knew he wanted me to hold as much as I could in my mouth and to swallow the rest. He pissed all over me. I felt so degraded and so turned at the same time. When he was done he turned on the shower and we soaped each other up. After our shower, we just lazed around in our towels waiting for Amy to show up with her new boy. I thought we should get dressed, but Andy had other ideas. We sat next to each other on the couch watching some gay porn of 2 guys taking turns on a the new kid. When Amy just opened the door to my apartment and escorted her latest prey…I mean boyfriend. He was a little taken aback when he saw Andy and I in our towel, but Amy acted so nonchalant about it. He went along with it. She used the excuse that she came over to borrow some charger or whatever. Andy and I played along. He, I found out later that his name was Cody, stood by the door waiting for her. His eyes kept coming back to our towel cad bodies. Amy came out of the bedroom with my cord madder than an old wet hen. She exclaimed that work just called her and she had to go in. Cody looked forlorn. I am sure Amy got his engine all revved up in the car. She told him to stay with us as her work was in the opposite direction to his house and she’d only be there an hour or two. Cody was noticelby uneasy being left alone with two fags in towels, but Andy assured him that we would not have them on for long. I knew what Andy meant, but Cody looked relieved Amy not looking for any protest from Cody. She was out the door and in her car before Cody knew what happened. He took a seat next to the couch. Cody was a good looking guy, standing about 6’4, about 200lbs and headful of blond hair. Andy restarted the porn from where we finished off right about where the two guys got the third naked and ass up in bed. Almost immediately Cody was uneasy in his chair and adjusting his cock in his tight jeans. Andy let his towel open up slightly and his 8inch boner popped up through the opening. Cody eyed Andy’s massive tool. We caught him looking and staring several times and that is when Andy guided my needy mouth to his cock. “Nothing better than a hungry cocksucked on your cock. Right Cody” Andy quipped. “Does Amy suck your cock,” knowing full well she had not sucked Cody’s even though he begged her for weeks. “You know Joey here will suck your cock if I want him too” leaving what little choice I had out of the equation, Andy boasted. Cody was quite noticeably hard in his jeans as he watched me more than the movie. Andy urged to let it free or he was going to hurt himself. As if he got permission, Cody freed his 7inch thick weiner from his jeans. He wore no underwear which was so hot. My rigid 6 incher was out in the open for all to see as Andy tossed my towel across the room. Cody slowly stroked himself to our scene. His eyes were locked on us. When Andy nudged me to suck Cody. I smoothly slid off the couch onto my knees in front of Cody and with barely a whimper of protest. I deep throated my second cock I ever sucked. I pulled Cody’s jeans down to his ankles as Andy now standing behind Cody slipped off his t-shirt and started to explore his ass. To set the hook in our new prey, Andy knelt behind him and began to eat his ass. “I know Amy doesn’t do this” Andy reminded him as he darted his tongue in and out of Cody’s muscular ass. The hook was set as Cody ran his fingers through my hair. His 7incher pounded my throat as Andy ate his ass. He came with such force. I felt his cock throb 12 or 15 times depositing a hefty load in my mouth, but I did not swallow it. Instead, I snowballed about half of it, and Andy did not swallow it. He slurped it into Cody’s cunt. Cody fell back onto the chair. His mind blown that two “fags” could get him off. Andy suggested fucking a guy is just as awesome and offered up my hole. HE followed up with, “AMy will be gone for hours.” I could see his wheels spinning. “Plus you owe him a BJ” Andy chided. Cody looked at me as I knelt there. I was more than inshape. I was just under 6 foot tall, and weighed about 180lbs. I was a poster boy for the gym. Cody nodded and soon we had the naked Cody on his back in my kingsize bed. Andy pushed a pillow under Cody and ordered to lube up and ride his cock. I lubed my hole while Andy continued to eat Cody’s ass. I strode Cody’s muscular body and aimed his dick into my hole. Cody’s eyes lit up asking for a condom. Andy lifted his head and asked do you use one with my sister knowing full well that the answer was no. “If you are not worried about knocking her, you won’t knock him up.” Andy joked. Cody closed his eyes as I settled down on his cock. I could feel all 7 inches in my pozzed hole. I started to move up and down on his cock. I figured since he just came he would last a while. His hands began to roam my naked body with his right hand resting on my hard cock. He instinctively began to jack me off. Andy smacked his hands away from my throbbing cock. Andy then resumed eating Cody’s cunt and even slipped a finger then two into his opening ass. I heard my front door squeak open. Amy made her return as if on cue. I was bouncing up and down on Cody’s cock, but I guess I was not aggressive enough for him. He flipped me onto my back without his cock ever leaving my ass. He held my wrists above my head. Andy was stroking his 8inch meat hammer when he went behind Cody lining his cock up with his upturned ass. “Let’s see if you can take it as well as you seem to be giving it” Andy hissed. Cody froze and began to protest, but it fell upon deaf ears. Andy slowly pushed his penis into the virgin negative ass. I could almost feel Cody’s cock getting bigger the deeped that Andy went. I could see the pain and ecstasy in Cody’s face as Andy took his virginity. Andy was about two-thirds deep into shortly to be pozzed ass of Cody when he told Cody. “Fuck him and you fuck yourself on my cock, the choice is yours take my gift and cross the line” Andy taunted. I could feel Cody make his mind up as he slowly began to pump his cock into my used hole. Andy cheered him on, “give him your seed and take my load.” Cody fucked me and in return fucked himself onto Andy’s poz cock. He picked up speed taking more of Andy while he plowed deep in my pussy. Cody’s face said it all, he was agressively fucking me while demurely allowed himself to be bred by Andy. Finally, Cody could not take it anymore. He plowed his rigid dick and I could feel his cock expand and blow his negative load in my fertile pussy. He pushed and held up long enough for Andy to take over and drive his thick pole into the virgin ass of Cody. He unleashed his poz pole into the negative ass of Cody. Andy collapsed on Cody and did as well onto me with his mouth covering mine in a deep tongue kiss. He converted from straight to gay. He was about to learn just how much he was about to convert. More to CUM Keep sharing your comments and hot chat It makes me cum Joey

This is a bit of a departure for me in my story telling. Its an idea I’ve been kicking around for a while that came from a slew of vintage porn I stumbled across on twitter. The set up is probably a bit longer than normal, but hopefully it’ll be worth it. Thanks for sticking with me and hopefully giving my new story a chance. -d It had been almost a year since Luke’s grandfather had passed away. At ninety-eight it hadn’t come as much of a surprise, though till just a year before he died Luke’s grandfather had lived on his own, tottering around the house he’d live in for more than seventy years. It was the house that Luke’s father and his siblings had grown up in. It was a house alive with memories. At first the family didn’t really know what to do with the house. There was no real pressing need to put it on the market, Luke’s grandfathers’ finances had been in good order and there were no major debts to pay off. The will had been clear saying the house could be sold and the profits split between the four siblings, or one of them could take it over and live there. Having all moved away, or created their own lives in which they were now happily ensconced, no one much fancied moving into the old, rather outdated house. After almost nine months of mostly just coming to terms with their father being gone, the siblings had all decided that selling it was the best move. They could use the profits for their own homes, or for their kids. Everyone had pitched in to clean the house out, a yard sale was had to get rid of things no one really wanted, but they all felt were too nice to just put in the trash. Keepsakes and trinkets had moved to new homes on new shelves. The only place left untouched was the attic. Everyone had largely forgotten its existence, no one could remember the last time that any of them had been in there. Luke’s dad, the youngest brother, guessed that it had probably been almost a decade, around the time Luke’s grandfather had said he didn’t want to hire people to put lights on the house anymore and get the Christmas decorations out of the attic. So it had sat, forgotten, and gathering dust, till Luke’s father had noticed the door in the ceiling while showing a relator around one day. That was how, during his summer vacation from his junior year of college, Luke found himself alone in the empty house, making his way into the hot attic. The air was dry and scratchy, like it was made of dust. There was almost no ventilation, and the summer heat was already turning the cramped space into an oven early in June. To say Luke was not thrilled to be spending the first weeks of summer break in the attic was an understatement. He had grumbled and griped the whole drive over, and now he just rolled his eyes at the piles of stuff around him. “Fuck, this is going to take forever,” he said to the empty room. The attic was a long low room running over the middle section of the house above the bedrooms and front stairs. There were two little gables that stuck out on the front side of the house, each with a round window set in their center. Luke was glad to see that the floor was at least all boards, he wouldn’t have to squat on ceiling rafters while going through things. Making his way between carboard boxes and old trunks he moved half hunched over towards one of the windows. Please God let this thing open, he thought. Much to his shock it did, and gratefully he pushed the round window so it spun on its center access opening like a porthole. He scrambled round to the other window and did the same, breathing a deep sigh of relief as he felt the cross breeze make its lazy way across the stuffy little room. Now, armed with a box cutter, a Costco box of trash bags, colored labels for keep, sell or trash, and a flashlight, Luke began his task. His father had told him to go through as many things as he could, toss down the bags of trash and over the weekend he and Luke’s uncle would come and help move the big stuff down the ladder. Careful not to smack his head on the low rafters Luke moved over to a pile of boxes and crouched down. Most of the boxes Luke noticed had were labeled in a clear square all caps handwriting. His grandfather’s handwriting Luke guessed, he’d been an architect and there was something to the perfect sameness of the letters that gave them the practiced feeling of a gifted draftsman. Luke grabbed one that said “SPORTS”. Inside were baseball gloves, pads, cleats. The discarded accessories of boys joining sports teams and then getting board when they found sport wasn’t for them. Luke sorted the things that seemed like someone might want to buy them, a vintage glove, some baseballs that were still in good shape, and put the rest into a trash bag. Most of the boxes he opened were like this, the things that were left over as kids grew up. There was an old trunk of dress up clothes. One box was full of children’s books (all of which Luke marked to keep). There was a box of dresses from what looked to be the 1960s, that must have belonged to his aunts. A large steamer trunk contained an old and worn cardboard box. Carefully Luke lifted the lid off the box and pulled back the thin paper inside. A white dress, with little glass beads around the neck sparkled back at him, the edges slightly yellowed with age. As gingerly as he could Luke unfolded the dress, keeping it off the dusty floor. It was his grandmother’s wedding dress, and it looked as bright and shining as the day she had worn it. Very carefully Luke packed it back into its box, and carried the box downstairs. He would take that home with him tonight. Despite the breeze from the windows the attic seemed even hotter when he climbed back up. “Fuck it,” he said, and pulled his shirt off, tossing it down the ladder to the hallway below. Luke was certainly no sports star, something that had once greatly disappointed his father, but in the last year he had found a new passion for the gym. He had gone from being a little scrawny teen, to someone who loved beer a little too much and suffered the freshmen 15, to what a rather toned looking jock. His chest had started to fill out, his arms now had long veins running down the bicep and snaking along his forearms. His torso narrowed to square hips, and a firm butt, and flared again at his strong legs. Along with the new muscles, Luke loved to show off the thick hair that suddenly had grown across his body. His chest, which when he had started college was completely bare, now sported a dense fan of dark brown hair that swirled around his nipples. A broad treasure trail grew over his flat stomach and dove into his shorts, meeting with a thick, though usually trimmed down, bush. Luke stretched his hands over his head, and got a whiff of himself. He’d been sweating like mad in the attic, and though it wasn’t even noon yet he had a strong musk about him. The smell made his cock twitch in his shorts. A love of the gym wasn’t the only thing Luke had learned about himself in college. Just after Christmas his freshman year, Luke had been at a party. He’d had a few beers and found himself taking to this senior guy. At first the conversation had been fairly standard, what their majors were, where about campus they lived, things like that. The guy, however, kept getting close and closer to Luke, and Luke found that he like it. Luke had started leaning in closer to the guy as well. A few more minutes of fake small talk and they were kissing. A mad, wild lust had been born in Luke in that moment. When he guy had asked Luke if he wanted to go back to the guys place he didn’t even hesitate before saying yes. That night Luke had been fucked for the first time. That was the night Luke understood for the first time the thing about him that had always been different, he was gay. He was out at school from basically that moment on. Almost overnight he had gone from a quiet guy who didn’t know who he was, to an out and proud homo. Along with his new-found self-awareness had come a new found love of sex, and through some experimentation his self-identification as a vers bottom with a thing for older men. Luke rubbed his crotch through his shorts a couple of times, stretched again, and got back to work. By lunch time he had a pretty massive pile of trash bags at the bottom of the ladder. He climbed down and moved them to the front door, piling the “To Sell”s and “To Keep”s separate from the trash pile. He ate the sandwich his mother had sent him, and pounded a Gatorade in the deserted kitchen perched on the counter. He absently scrolled through TikTok while he ate, not really paying attention to anything on the screen. Finishing his sandwich, he checked the gay apps to see if anything interesting had happened there – nothing, disappointingly. Resignedly Luke climbed the stairs back up to the second floor and then back up into the even hotter attic. Luke started in a new corner of the attic, sorting through a collection of boxes all labeled “Josh’s room”. These must have come from his dad’s old room. He had gone through probably half a dozen of them when he found the box. This box had no label, and was a different shape from the rest. It was short and square, like the boxes Amazon loved to use, Luke thought. It was old though, with a worn lid that clearly had been removed over and over again. The sides bulged out slightly, buckled from the weight of all the other boxes on top of it. Luke opened it with the same detachment he had all the rest. He’d already gone through boxes full of gym socks, and old trophies, discarded textbooks, old posters and photos from a teenage boy’s room in the 1980s, and a mountain of matchbox cars. This box, however, was not the normal detritus left behind when a kid moved away, or went to college. At the top of the box was an old journal, worn and well loved. Its once bright red cover was faded and chipped in places. The binding was cracked and soft. Luke set it aside quickly noticing what had been beneath it. An old and yellowed jockstrap lay on top of a scattered collection of Polaroid pictures. Was this his dad’s Luke wondered? His cock stirred, his thing for jockstraps had been growing as he spent more time at the gym. Luke now wore almost nothing else at school. Having his ass exposed all the time made him feel slutty and powerful. He held the jock for a long moment, before pressing it to his face and breathing in. Maybe it was his imagination, but he would swear the sent of sweaty man still clung to the yellow fabric. He looked at the stained pouch and his mind ran wild imagining how each spot had come to be on the fabric. His cock was now hard as a rock. He had been so taken in by the old jock he hadn’t noticed the content of the Polaroids. Now looking down again he flipped through one after the other in shock. Each and every one of them showed a naked man. Some had bad lighting, an aggressively bright flash, or were a little out of focus but there was no mistaking the collection of sexy men through the slightly too yellow chroma. Most he would guess were a little older than he was in their mid to late twenties. They were photographed on bed, and couched, lounging outside, and laying on the floor. There had to be maybe fifty photos here, and so far as Luke could tell not a single repeat. He stared at one, a guy maybe his age with messy blond almost shoulder length hair, thick bushy sideburns, a thin lanky body, beautifully thick blond chest hair, and a thick heavy looking cock sprouting from a massive bush flopped over onto a hair leg, lounging in an avocado colored office chair. He was the perfect encapsulation of a time period, and Luke’s cock was hard as a rock. “Are these dad’s?” Luke wondered out loud, setting the pictures on top of the journal. He pulled as small pile of gay magazines from the mid-seventies out of the box next. While the Polaroids had had a younger slant to their models, these magazines were full of older men. The kind of men that Luke hunted for at school. These were guys with thick arms, broad chests, and full mustaches. The kids of men Luke, more often than he would admit to his friends, begged to fuck him. Luke was rubbing his crotch as he thumbed through the magazines. Who had taken these pictures, who’s magazines were these, was his dad into guys, Luke’s mind was racing. His dad had been cool when Luke had come out but he didn’t thing that his dad was even bi. He put the magazines down and picked up the journal, and flipped to the first page with writing. The handwriting was clean, slanting, somewhere halfway between cursive and print, but also matter of fact without extra flourishes or adornments. July 16, 1977 Ive never had a journal, always seemed silly to me. But – someone one said that when you need to sort something out writing it down can help. This just feels stupid though, what do you do just write like you’re talking to someone? I guess fuck it, feeling like an idiot is worth a shot to sort things though. Maybe that’s normal after a once in a life time moment? Ok. Whatever – Three days ago the whole city lost power. That sounds like an exaggeration but it’s true, like a great black sheet was pulled over all of New York. This wave of darkness washed over the city coming from Queens and crashing over Manhattan till everything was dark. 9:30 at night, and the whole city is down. They’re still not completely sure what happened, something about lightning taking out substations, and then overtaxing the grid, and then the main generator not being able to take the strain of the whole city. First it was the TV. The Mets game just blinked off – like the programing had ended for the night, and then our fan stopped and a second later the lights were out. Brett and I were suddenly plunged into darkness. I’d never seen the city that dark before. It was wild. Even with the lights off in the apartment normally there’s is some light from the street, or the apartment across the way, but suddenly there was nothing. For a really long time everything was silent. Then shouting and car horns, people clambering to find their way home. The paper today was full of storied of people being stuck on stalled trains underground for hours before being evacuated. Brett seemed to come to his senses first. He went to the bathroom and found the one candle we keep in there – I don’t need to explain why – and lit it out little living room. He then went an grabbed one of the bags of ice we had been keeping in the freezer and filled a cooler with that and beer. “Shit,” he said, or something like that. I was leaning out of the window, looking down at the street. Everything seemed to have stopped, it seemed like everyone was holding their breath for the power to come back on. But it didn’t. An hour passed, then two, and then three. Nothing. Just blackness. By that time, Brett and I had each gone through a six pack, and the first cooler of ice had turned to mostly freezing water. The beer was nice though, without the fans running the apartment was becoming sweltering. NYC is barely tolerable in the summer with fans, without it them its miserable. I sometimes wondered, when I came home to a muggy apartment and cranked the three box fans to high, how people did it before electricity. All of those clothes too. Fuck. “What made you think to put the ice in the cooler,” I asked Brett eventually. “Hurricanes,” he said as if that was an obvious answer. “What?” “Growing up in Florida you learn that if the power goes out you want to keep certain things cool. The fridge will stay cold for a long time so long as you don’t open it often. So put ice in a cooler and put your drinks in there. Then you’re opening the fridge like one tenth of the times.” “Damn. Smart.” “Just experience living in a shitty swamp.” He laughed. Brad never really talked about growing up – we’d been roommates since college but I still only knew the bare bones of his home life. Something had happened that he didn’t want to talk about. I wondered about it, but it wasn’t the sort of thing you press a guy for. He sat back, taking a long swig of his beer, “fuck though, its hotter than Florida ever was, I cant do this.” He got up and walked to his room. When he came back he had stripped down to just his underpants, a pair of tight-fitting white briefs. Being roommates for years, and both playing sports in college I had seen Brett in his underwear more than once but always in passing we had never just sat around like that. I guess – if I’m being honest with myself, that’s when things started to change. Seeing him sitting there, his legs spread wide, sweat shining on his chest in the dim candle light, his bulge pressing against the fabric of his briefs, I started to feel something new. Luke stopped reading. He readjusted his cock in his shorts, his hand coming back slick with precum. He licked it off. His dad hadn’t ever lived in New York, at least not that he knew. He didn’t think any of his relatives had. He pulled out his phone and googled NYC blackout 1977. Shit, that actually happened, who the fuck wrote this? Brett was right though, it was too fucking hot. I went to my room and did the same. I came back and flopped down on the couch in my own briefs. We sat like that for a long time. We’d both been busy since moving to the city, neither of us had a lot of money and had both been working multiple jobs trying to make ends meet. It had been a long time since we had caught up. Despite the heat it was nice to share beers and talk. It was when the conversation drifted to girls and sex that I realized how drunk I was. I freely shared stories of the few dates I’d been on, how they hadn’t worked out, of the couple of girls I had managed to pick up. Brett was quite, not adding much and letting me ramble on. “What about you?” I finally asked. “Oh, I just haven’t been that interested in girls lately.” “Shit, how long’s it been since you got laid.” “A couple of days,” He gave me a look that seemed to dare me to ask questions. “Doesn’t sound like you’re not into girls.” “A bold assumption.” “What?” “You’re assuming that because I got laid there was a girl involved.” There as that look again, daring me, pushing me onward. “If there wasn’t a girl then… what?” “What?” “You had sex with a guy?” He looked down for a moment, almost embarrassed and then looked up, his eyes defiant, “So what if I did, you got a problem with that?” I paused for a long time. That flicker went through me again. I saw his chest rise and fall, the thick hair matted down with sweat. I smelled his sent, manly and raw. I took in the patch of his leg right by his crotch devoid of hair. The swell of his bulge in the white briefs, drew my eyes down, until I finally dragged them back to his face. His strong square handsome face. Big green eyes sparkled at me in the quickly dying candle. I took in his messy blond hair, how it fell in unkempt waves around his shoulders, he thick sideburns that grew down his cheeks. My friend looked exactly the same and yet different. Or maybe I’m different. “No,” I said, after a pause that felt way too long, “I don’t have a problem with that at all.” Another long pause. “So some guy fucked you?” “Another bold assumption,” Brett had some of his confidence back, and grinned. “What?” “I fucked him,” now he was on a roll. Shifting slightly so he was turned towards me on the couch. “How… I don’t… how does that even work.” “You really want me to tell you?” “Yeah… I mean, sure… why not.” “Ok… Or I could show you.” “What,” I was panicking, “I’m not…um…I’m not…” “You’re hard as a rock.” I hadn’t realized it but he was right, and in just my briefs it was totally obvious. I was hard, the thought of Brett fucking a guy had gotten me completely hard. He shifted on the couch and leaned forward, getting closer to my face. “It’s ok, so am I.” In his new position I had an even better view of his crotch and when I looked down I saw an obvious boner pointing off to the side in his briefs. He leaned even closer, I could feel his breath on my face, “So why don’t you let me show you. If you want to stop, we can stop whenever you want.” And then… He kissed me. For the first time in my life a man’s lips were pressed to mine, and what’s more I liked it. It wasn’t like kissing a girl, all soft and sweet smells, it was rough, and scratchy. Brett smelled of sweat and heat. His hand found the back of my head and held me tight. It was different and it took me only a moment to decide I liked it. Our kiss quickly lost all caution, and his big hands pulled me on top of him. I was straddling another man in my underwear when only a few moments before I had never consciously thought about even kissing another man. My hands started to explore him. I felt the roughness of body hair, and his slick skin. I felt his muscles and veins. I felt the heat of his erection pressing into my leg. My heart felt like it was going to explode and I could feel a massive wet spot forming in my underwear at the tip of my own raging erection. I finally broke the kiss, and said “So, how does this work?” Brett smiled, and chuckled, “It’s the same things you do with girls just two guys.” I laughed. “What do you want a girl to do before you fuck her?” “Is one of us getting fucked tonight?” I was suddenly very nervous. “Maybe, but lets cross that bridge when we get there.” He shifted me so I was back on the couch, and then got down on the floor. He moved between my legs. Hooking his thumbs into my briefs he pulled them off and my cock sprung free. “Fuck, I knew you’d have a nice dick.” “You’ve thought about my dick?” “Not as much as I’ve thought about your ass.” He spat on my head, and dove forward. No girl had ever done that to me. I don’t think I’ve got the biggest dick in the world but it’s not small and most girls didn’t like blowing me. Brett however had my cock all the way down his throat in an instant. He didn’t’ gag at all, he just swallowed and slurped. It felt better than anything I had ever done before. My eyes rolled back, my body was tense and pleasure crashed over me. I forgot about the heat, I forgot about the blackout. I forgot about everything. If this is what sex with guys is like…well I don’t know. I guess that’s the problem. “Fuck don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.” I said. My fingers now twisted in Brett’s hair. “Oh no you don’t,” Brett said, and pulled off of my cock. I was gasping. My cock was throbbing. I had been so fucking close. He stood up, covered in sweat now. There is no pretending I wasn’t looking at him sexually now, I was. Brett is hot and I now knew it. He pushed his own underpants to the ground and kicked them off into a corner. If I had thought my own cock was bigger than average I was put to shame by him. It was big and thick, with a long hard looking vein running along the top. His balls hung way down low below his shaft, and his pubes were a thick forest at the base. I don’t know how this all is happening, or happened. The beer, the heat? Maybe writing it out will make me understand it. Though if I’m honest writing it all down has just made me horny as fuck again. Brett didn’t have to tell me what to do. I knew. I leaned forward, slid off of the couch so I was on my knees in front of him, and started to give him a blow job. I must have been terrible at it, but in that moment, I was lost. I was just slobbering all over his cock. I had one hand at the base and the other holding his furry ass cheek. Brett was moaning, his hands on the back of my head. He kept pushing his cock a little deeper into my mouth. I felt like my jaw as stretched wider than it ever had been, which is probably true. I tasted the salty sweat, and found instantly that I like it. I could smell his musk even more as my nose got closer to his pubes and it turned me on even more. “Fuck,” he groaned, “you’re a natural.” I remember him saying that so clearly because it made me feel proud. I slobbered on his cock till my jaw hurt. I think he sensed me slowing down and he let go of the back of my head. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me again. This time he shoved his tongue in my mouth. The kiss was rough, and passionate. The kiss you give someone in the throes of lust. “Jaw tired?” he asked. “Yeah,” I replied, feeling sheepish about it. “No worries, stamina will come. Come on.” He dragged me out of the living room and into his bedroom. I followed willingly. Once in his bedroom he pushed me back on the bed so I landed on my back. He pulled my legs so my ass was right at the edge of the bed, then he got on his knees again. I thought he was going to suck me off, but he grabbed my legs and pushed my knees into my chest. Then something happened I had never even thought of before. Brett’s tongue brushed against my asshole. He licked it like he was eating a pussy. He pushed against my tight hole, and then danced around the edges. His tongue flicked back and forth, making me moan and squirm. It was like nothing I had ever experienced and it was blissful. My cock was now leaking like a hose and my stomach was covered in precum. My legs started to feel like Jello. Brett’s continuing tonguing of my hole was sending my body into over drive. I felt myself relaxing and giving in to him. His tongue started to push past my hole, entering my virgin ass. “Remember when you asked if one of us was getting fucked tonight?” He asked, his face wet with spit. “Yeah,” I panted. “I think your hole is answering that question for you.” He stuck a finger in his mouth, and drew it out slowly. I gasped as his slick finger pressed against my hole, and then slid inside me. For the first time in my life something had just gone inside my ass. A massive wave of pleasure crashed over my body. I had never felt anything like it before. I wasn’t tense at all, I was relaxed, giving in. He took the finger out, and stuck it and the next one in his mouth. Just as slowly as the first time he pulled them out and then slid them inside my hole. “Do you want that?” “Want what,” I gasped. “Do you want me to fuck you?” “I…” he twitched his fingers inside me, “Fuck, yes I do. I want you to fuck me.” “Good,” he leaned forward and kissed me, “I want to fuck you too.” He took his fingers out of my hole and spit into his hand. First, he smeared the warm spit all over my hole, and then he repeated the movement lubing up his cock. I’d been here with girls before, the moment before penetration, but now the roles were reversed. I felt the blunt head of his cock against my hole. He pushed with a gentle firmness, almost willing his cock inside of me rather than forcing it. He leaned back and dropped a big drop of spit onto his cock. The pressure increased and then my body gave way. His cock entered me and I gasped. Or maybe I screamed. I’m not really sure. Something broke within me, that I do know. The waves of pleasure that had been washing over me was Brett fingered me were now a tsunami. They crashed over me, breaking as I felt his bush against my ass. Softly Brett kissed me. He held me in place, his lips locked to mine as he very, very slowly started to fuck me. I know I was whimpering, I couldn’t help it, it just felt so good. His cock was doing things to me I had never imagined possible. He held me tight even as he increased the pace. He wasn’t just fucking me, he was making love to me. All of the affection of our friendship was in this moment. “You ass feels so good.” “I cant belive I’m going to say this, but your cock feels amazing.” “You want to get really fucked now?” “What are we doing now?” “Now I’m just inside you. Do you want me to fuck you like the guy earlier this week? Were you imagining what it would be like to get fucked when I told you about him? Is that what got you hard in the first place?” I reached up and grabbed him, pulling him in for another kiss, and as it broke I said, “Fuck me.” I really cant believe I said that but I did. I said it and I meant it. I said it with hunger and lust. I wanted it. If he had pounded that guy earlier in the week I wanted to be pounded. I wanted to be fucked. Jesus – what does that mean for me? Brett grabbed my legs and reared back. Holding my ankles wide he started to pound. The sound of sweaty skin slapping filled the room. He was grunting and I was yelping as my ass was hammered. I felt the resistance in my ass give way. Is this what girls felt like when they got fucked? Was this something different. Without pulling out Brett shifted us on the bed so he was now above me, fucking down into my hole. With each thrust he stuffed almost the full length of his cock into me and then pulled it out again. I was putty in his hands. Sweat dripped off of him and splashed on my chest. I could smell us both and it was intoxicating. Something changed in Brett’s face. It was contorted, hungry. His breathing was shallow and hard. He gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes. He was trying not to shoot. I watched him, almost unblinkingly, as he lost the battle, and then with a roar said, “Fuck! I’m going to cum.” He made to pull out, but almost on instinct I grabbed his hips and pulled him tight to my body. I could feel the throb of his cock as he orgasmed. I took his load inside my hole. As his cock spasmed my own gave a powerful jerk and I spattered myself in my own load. We were both panting as our orgasms came to an end. It was a long time before Brett pulled out of me. When he did, he collapsed behind me in the bed, one of his big arms pulled me close and his kissed the back of my neck. Despite the heat we fell asleep like that, his cock nestled against ass, his load deep inside me, the confusion that’s lead me to this stupid journal not yet setting in. “Holy shit.” Luke said – one hand now thrust down his shorts stroking his cock.

The sun, the bright long days and the heat of summer always makes me horny. The hotter and the more I sweat, the more I think about sex. The garage where I work, as a mechanic, is only a short walk to a local park. We're usually busier in the summer months servicing and maintaining customers cars so I can justify working late. It gives me the chance to earn a little extra cash and when I finish, usually at around nine o'clock, I can call in at the park or the public toilets, which are on my way home anyway, to see if there are any like minded guys hanging around. This particular Friday evening I'd stayed on a little later. I'd been changing the clutch on a customers car and wanted to get it finished as the workshop is closed at weekends and the guy needed it back ASAP. While the workshop is closed on Saturday the showroom is open so the guy could collect it from them. It had been a long hot sweaty day and I was filthy by the time I locked up at just after ten. I considered just going straight home for a shower and an early night but, I thought I may as well just see of there was anyone lurking around in the park. It was now late summer and the weather would be changing soon and the evenings getting darker. A few weeks and no one would be looking for any outdoor fun. I would be back trawling through the apps trying to negotiate my way through the time wasters. By the time I reached the entrance to the park it was already dusk. The main cruising area was off to the right and consisted of the public convenience with a copse behind. In size the copse was probably about a quarter of an acre and consisted of fairly dense beech, horse chestnut, oak and pine trees. If you knew where to look there were some small clearings with were perfect to get down and dirty with someone. I spent around fifteen minutes ambling through the trees on a circular path that leads through the center of the copse but, surprisingly for a warm summer evening, it was very quiet. The path then leads around to the left and eventually out by the public toilets. I had just turned onto this stretch of the path when I heard some movement to my right. I knew there was a small clearing here. It was a regular location for a quick meet. I parted some branches and saw a young guy on his knees in front of an older gentleman. I recognised the older man immediately. He was a regular to the park and I'd sucked his cock to his satisfaction a couple of times. He was leaning his back on a tree trunk while the younger guy was enthusiastically sucking his substantial cock and cradling his large hairy balls in one hand. The older guy saw me, looked over and smiled in recognition. I don't think the younger guy even registered I was there, he was so engrossed in sucking cock. I turned back onto the path. Having met the older guy before I knew he would soon blow a nice big load down the younger guys throat and be on his way home. Once he'd been satisfied he never hung around. He always delivered a nice big load though. The young guy was too young and skinny for my taste. It was dark now. Hot and humid. There was a storm coming. It had been threatening earlier in that day. The sky had been very dark around lunch time but, then the clouds cleared and the sun had be vicious in the afternoon. The workshop had been almost unbearable. It's tin roof amplifying the intense heat from the sun. I was sweating profusely now. Sure enough I began to hear drops of rain on the canopy above. The drops sounded heavy but well spaced. Any moment now, I thought, it's going be fucking torrential and I'll get soaked. I was only wearing my overalls and it had been so hot lately, nothing underneath. I was now about halfway back along the return path. I started walking a little quicker hoping to make cover before the deluge. I was just wishing I had just gone straight home when I saw two guys walking towards me. They were both quite large. Both were wearing T-shirts and shorts. It was dark but I could just make out one had a full beard and the other a goatee. These two were just my type. I love to feel a big belly on my back. They stopped infront of me blocking my path. The beard said "Hey, it's going to piss down, is there any shelter this way" pointing behind me. I said "No, the only shelter are the toilets behind you" Goatee said to Beard "We'd better go back then" Beard said "We aren't local, we've never been here before. Heard it was a nice place for an evening stroll" He smirked at me, then said "You lead the way, I presume that's where you're going " As I brushed past them I could feel my cock beginning to swell in anticipation. The rain had got heavier and I didn't want to hang around so I just said "Sure, let's go" As we walked I could feel their eyes on my arse and my cock now hard straining in my overalls. As we walked quickly along the path they asked what my job was and I told them. Beard told me he thought it was something like a mechanic as I looked kind of dirty. The way he said it, I knew exactly what he was thinking. About a hundred yards or so from the toilets the trees are less dense so, there was less cover from, the now torrential rain. The storm was in full flow and lightning was followed immediately by loud claps of thunder. I began running and the two guys behind me were struggling to keep up. I could hear their heavy foot steps and they were breathing deeply, panting with the effort. My hard cock and loose balls were being thrown around, up and down and from side to side in my loose overalls as I ran. I could feel wetness dripping in my crutch area to but, wasn't sure if it was coming from my cock or if it was just the rain in my soaked clothing. Finally we reached the toilet block. I was now completely soaked through. My overalls were dripping and stuck to my flesh from my neck and shoulders down my body to my legs. I looked at Beard and Goatee and they were the same. They were just as wet as me. Their wet T- Shirts revealed that Beard had both nipples pierced and some sort of tattoo on his ample belly. Goatee had a tattoo on the left side of his chest and only his right nipple pierced. Their shorts were clinging to them and I could clearly see the outline of a large flaccid cock under Beards shorts. Goatee had nothing visible at all. It was then that I noticed the skin on his face was very smooth. The Goatee was quite sparse and although he must have been at least forty years old he had the soft looking skin of a youth. The rain outside was even heavier now. Inside the toilet the only illumination was from a dim, low powered single bulb that barely lit the the place. The toilet was grim enough during daylight but, at night it looked squalid. Suddenly there was a very bright flash of lightning and with the extra illumination I could see Beard and Goatee removing their T-shirts. I could also see my cock sticking straight out, making a tent in my overalls. At that very moment the little bulb died. Another flash of lightning and I could see they were removing their shorts. Beards cock wasn't flaccid any longer. It was hard and huge. At least nine maybe ten inches long and as thick as a beer can. The lightning flash was over and I'd only had the briefest glimpse, but I could swear Goatee had no visible cock at all. Was Goatee really female, perhaps Beards wife? Fuck I thought, I'm not into women at all!

Almost half a year ago, I was once again horny as hell without end, I roamed the internet looking for a hot date with a fuck stud. After looking for some time, I came across an ad on homo.net that made me curious. So an email was sent directly to the stallion with a few hot pictures of me. Let's see what will happen. Since the stallion was only looking for a tabooless mare for tomorrow, Friday, I didn't expect a quick answer. But then I was wrong. After a few minutes, the reply email came and what I then saw in pictures and read in the text made me willingly melt away. After a few e-mails, the date was set up pretty quickly. I was supposed to appear at his place in Bergheim the next evening, dressed only in leather cuffs and a collar (still hidden under jeans and a sweater up to his apartment). I should lock my cock away in a CB2000, since neither of us had intended for me to cum (I really like being used without being allowed to come myself). The date was supposed to last until Sunday evening and if he felt like it, he could order other studs who could then use me just like him. He promised me plenty of PP and me under chems. to set and use (I had no experience so far). We both agreed not to babble around, but to get started and get started right away. The hours until the data then only passed in slow motion, but finally the time had come. I rang his bell on time and as soon as I was in his apartment I undressed. I gave him the key for the chastity clamp, he carelessly threw it in the corner and then devoured my hot fucker with his eyes. He had opened the door for me, completely naked, with his cock extended hard and tense. His strap was already ready to fuck with a condom. He grabbed me, pinned me to the floor, ass up and my hands were tied behind my back. He immediately went to my cunt and drove his 20 * 5 cm into me. I groaned properly because he used me hard right away, but he then told me that I would only get PP after a first break-in. After about 10 minutes he held a PP-soaked cotton ball directly in front of my nose for the first time and it only took a few seconds until I took off completely!! I felt how he pushed me more and more violently and harder and I knew he would soon satisfy his first lust. I spurred him on by moaning to him that he should shoot his entire load into me. Immediately after that there was a pause. What happened now? He withdrew from me. Then he rammed his cock back into me with full force. He leaned forward and said that he really wasn't wrong about me. He finds it cool to deposit his pozcum in a neg mare Before I understood what was going on, he threw the removed condom on the floor in front of me. Still high on PP, I slowly understood that he must have misunderstood my cheering. But before I could (want to) clear up the error, he twitched inside me and after one last hard, deep thrust, he filled me with his cum!!! When I wanted to start my clarification campaign, he put a mask on me, the filter was decent impregnated with PP. (I think he knew exactly what I meant at the time, but he didn't want to). Thanks to the PP, I didn't want to clarify anything at first, my stallion would certainly not have cared either!! Now I was pulled up and led into his playroom as high as I was. I was quickly strapped onto his sling, now there was no escape for me. He picked up the phone, made a few calls, and then came back to me. He finally pulled my mask off, but gave me a pill in my mouth and something to drink to swallow it. Then he looked deep into my eyes and just said his fuck buddies, all without exception poz, were looking forward to using, filling and pozzing my cunt, which will definitely be the last time neg. Was it the PP or the tablet or my horniness, I couldn't answer him the way my head actually wanted, no, my cunt "ordered" me to just shut my mouth and just moan horny. He laughed and drove his cock right back into my hole. I then got so horny and listless that I hadn't noticed that we weren't alone anymore. My fucker was no longer in me when I noticed 4 more hard cocks around me.

We chatted for about three weeks on bbrts before actually meeting for the first time. He had photos on the site and had sent more when I'd asked but, he was much better looking in the flesh. 20 years old, dark brown eyes, olive coloured skin, which looked completely unblemished from the little on show. Almost six feet tall with a slim, fit body. His short dark brown hair was expensively cut and combed away from his very good looking young face. We'd already discussed at length what he wanted but I wanted to meet him in person. Firstly to make sure he was genuine and not just another flake who wanks himself off while fantasising and to make sure he knew what he was really getting into. The coffee shop where we'd made arrangements to meet was fairly large and spacious. It was almost three in the afternoon so the lunch crowd had long gone. There was only an elderly couple and a small group of young mums killing time before the school pick up. Dave was a little nervous I could tell. He kept looking away to make sure no one was approaching or listening in to our conversation. Had we not met for the reason intended he was the sort of young guy I would look at and imagine what he looked like naked, think I'd like to have sex with but, know I wouldn't stand a chance with in normal circumstances. Why would a twenty year old kid even notice a fifty year old greying, bespectacled guy who was past his best physically. But, these weren't normal circumstances. We'd met to discuss me breeding him. His overwhelming desire, so he told me for me to fertilize him, impregnate him, knowingly infect him, poz him. I had known these desires myself. They had been so strong and dominated me for so long, that I to had gone in search of someone to give me their infected seed. I remember my conversion so vividly. My desire, fear, apprehension. The guys face, his eyes, seemingly, staring into my very soul. The sweat dripping off his fat reddened face and his fat stinking body as he plowed my arse with his large cut cock. I remember the pain and how sore my hole was as he rammed himself into me without any lubricant. He fucked me hard for at least forty minutes. His cock tearing at the soft internal flesh and large balls slapping on my arse. As painful as it was I never asked him to stop or slow down as I wanted his toxic sperm so badly. I didn't think he would ever manage to cum but eventually he began grunting, his eyes wild looking and his face even redder. I closed my eyes and had a mental image of his cock sliding inside me back and forth, in and out. Suddenly he shouted 'Yes' and thrust himself into me hard and deep, up to the hilt. I could feel his body convulsing, his cock pumping his seed into me. In my mind's eye I could see his cock, now deeper than before inside me, pumping a large creamy stream of thick positive cum up inside me. I could see individual sperm swimming, looking to fertilize me, make me pregnant. Suddenly my breeder collapsed on top of me. We were both sweating profusely. He stank but I loved the smell. His tongue found my mouth. His breath smelt as well and loved that to. I wanted to remember every detail of this fuck. I knew it had changed my life forever. As I sat at the table looking at this handsome young man, remembering my own conversion, I knew I would change his life forever to. I could feel my cock begining to swell in anticipation. I wanted to take him, fuck him and give him my babies. **To be continued**

Chapter 2 The guy sat down next to the Kid. Even though he was off to the side he could see the cock that just split his ass. Even soft it looked Big and thick, it had an impressively big PA in the end of it, bigger that be thought. The Guy pulled out a glass pipe and started to heat it up. He could clearly see the white smoke in the bowel. the Guy looked over at the Kid and Smiled. The Kid had forgotten about the other guys until he felt a finger exploring his hole. Another guy stared fondling the Kid’s cock. He thought it had been a long time snice his cock was this sensitive. It was hard and leaking and the guy hadn’t stared pumping it yet. He looked over at the guy with the glass pipe and the guy said “ Yeah, I have been smoking this all day, and it is some strong shit “. The guy went on to say “ That load of cum and piss I gave you should have you feeling really good by now “. It was true, his ass was in heat and really needed it again, he hadn’t felt this for a while and this was exactly what he needed. The guy said he wished he could get to the Kids mouth, he needed to piss again “. The guy fingering him had gotten three really big fingers in his ass and was pounding on his prostate. The guy playing with his cock said “ I wish we had a really big and sharp shard to work in his hole, get this youngster spun and get this hole ready for any gifts he might get “. The one guy playing with the Kid’s cock said that the Kid had a nice hard cock and it was leaking precum. The one guy that first fucked him said some guys can keep their hard-ons even with Tina, not many but a few do. The Kid was really feeling the Chem piss working on him and said “ I need fucked, please wreck my ass “. The guy pulled his fingers out of the hole and put his cock Up to his hole and pushed in. he wasn’t as long as the other guy but was thicker. He stretched the Kid’s hole open and when he was ready shoved his cock to the hilt. The Kid squeaked when he was fully impaled with that cock and said “ Oh yes. I really need my ass abused “. The guy that was playing with the Kid’s cock reached around and slid a finder in the Kids hole along with the fat cock that was stuffing his hole. The Kid said “ that is really stretching me. Feels good “. Between the chem piss and the assault his ass was getting, the Kid was having problems forming cohesive sentences. The Kid was sweating and really loving the action. The guy slid two more fingers up the Kids poor stretched ass. The Kid yelped and said “ Ouch ! That Hurts “. The guy sitting next to him with the glass pipe said “ You asked for it you little fag, now take it, and shut the fuck up“. He took the pipe and put it in the Kids mouth. The Kid knew what to do with it at this point and stared inhaling the white clouds of smoke into his lungs. The First one wasn’t very big, and the guy got annoyed at him and told him to take another hit and make it a big one and hold it. The Kid knew by his tone that he better not get him any more annoyed at him so he took a big hit and held it as long as he thought he could. When he let it out his head was spinning and his has was again the center of his universe. The fingers that were in his ass were dancing in his with that cock and everything felt natural. The guy with the Pipe said that he wish he still had the bag he started with, It had a really big and nasty shard that I would have loved to seen what the Kid would be like when he got spun out of his mind. He put that pipe back at the Kid’s mouth and said “ I think you’re going to need another hit of this, make it even bigger”. The Kid wanted another hit but he didn’t think he cold do more than the last time. The Kid inhaled slower this time and forced his lungs to expand to take more. The Guy pulled the Pipe away from the Kid and set it down. The Kid started to exhale and the Guy put his hand over the Kid’s mouth and nose. The stopped the Kid form getting the white metal tasting smoke out of his lungs. He felt the finger being pulled from his ass and an arm holding his body down. The Kid stared to struggle but in that position, he couldn’t do much plus the cock that was in his ass felt great. He didn’t want to lose the intrusion up his butt but at the same time he needed to let the Tina out of his lungs. The guy in his ass said “ Hold him down boys, this Kid’s ass it trying to bite my cock off at the root. It feels great “. The guy holding his mouth closed finally pulled his hand off the Kid’s mouth. The Kid started coughing and was trying to get fresh air into his lungs. At the same time he felt the guy in his ass pull back a little and ram his cock up the Kid’s fuck chute as far as he could get, he wiggled to make sure the root had plugged the spasming hole wrapped around his cock. He let loose with a torrent of cum into the Kid’s ass

**Part 2** After much discussion we agreed to meet at David's flat one week later. He had convinced me that he knew exactly what he was getting into and was fully aware of the implications it would have on the rest of his life and that he wanted it so badly that if I refused to be his donor he would just find someone, anyone else, to convert him. My scepticism about being his gifter had largely diminished during our meeting at the café. Actually 'scepticism' might be to stronger word. I just wanted to be sure he wasn't under any illusion as to what the possible outcome would be and that, as far as possible, he would have no regrets. At that time I had only been positive for less than a year myself. So far, I had absolutely no regrets. I had met several other poz guys and had some best uninhibited sex of my life. I had become equally versatile and enjoyed being a top as much as I had always enjoyed being a bottom. I hadn't even considered going on medication and would abstain from doing so as long as possible. One of the guys I'd seen a few times, Mike, had been diagnosed six years prior to myself. He looked slightly wasted to me but, said he had always been skinny and underweight. I loved our sessions together. He was completely versatile and we would spend whole weekends at his place just fucking each other. I would come away feeling completely drained of cum, energy and even desire, at least for a day or so. His tall, skinny build would lead anyone to believe he wasn't very well endowed, which couldn't have been further from the truth. His cock was eight inches of thick man meat. He was slightly younger than me and not particularly handsome, but that cock was absolutely beautiful. The shaft was thick enough but the domed head was gargantuan and looked slightly out of proportion to the shaft. When I had started conversing with Dave and it looked like he was a genuine prospect for converting I had told Mike. He told me just to be really careful how I handled the situation. Not to try and persuade him either way, just tell him all the facts and let him make his own informed decision. Otherwise, I could be accused of manipulating him or coercing him if he later regretted going through with it. I arrived at David's flat at just after eight PM on that Friday evening. I'd told him to make sure he was clean inside and out and had used a douch a few times to make sure, so there wasn't any barrier for the skin of my cock to be in physical contact with the walls of his arse. He was wearing a thin dressing gown and his hair was still wet from the shower. The material of the of the robe clung to his body. Having opened the front door he turned around and I could see his the outline of his bubble butt as he walked into the hallway. I pushed the front door closed. He lead me along the hall and into a sparsely furnished bedroom with a large bed, a wardrobe and a small chest of drawers. He turned towards me and I could immediately see how nervous he was. He was physically shaking. I told him to relax, that he was under no pressure if he wanted to back out and we could just have a coffee and I could go. Even before I'd finished speaking he told me that, no, he wanted it more than ever. He wanted me to poz him tonight. That he was just so excited a full of adrenaline at the prospect of me breeding him. I smiled and said okay, if your sure. I put my hands on his shoulders and pulled him towards me. He put his mouth to mine and his tongue in my mouth as we kissed. I slid my hands down the contours of his body to his hips. He was well muscled and firm, not an inch of softness anywhere on him. I reached around and with my hands on his buttocks pulled his hips toward me. I was already hard which was evident to him even through my tight jeans. I could feel that he had the beginnings of an erection through the soft robe against my own fully hard cock. God he felt good, he smelled good to. While we stood kissing I pulled open his dressing gown and slid my hands inside it, feeling his young flesh for the first time. He was soft and warm. I felt for his cock. He was hard now, uncut his foreskin still covering the head. There was a little pre cum leaking from the end and he gasped as I pushed his foreskin back along the shaft to reveal the domed end and rubbed a finger over the glands of his cock stimulating more pre-cum to flow. I pushed the robe from his shoulders and it fell to the floor by his feet. He was completely naked now. He had a perfect physique. Not like some muscle bound freak, but toned. His cock pointed up towards me and it was dripping copious amounts of fluid back along his shaft and over his hairy balls. I reached for his shoulders and turned him away from me. His young arse was taught with downy dark hair on his buttocks. I caressed his arse cheeks. Pulled them slightly apart. He shivered slightly and said he wanted me inside him. I told him to lay down on the bed and slowly got undressed. He was laying on his back watching me. I removed my shoes, then my jeans followed by my t-shirt and stood there in my pants. I had started to leak a little and the front of them had a wet patch. He gasped and said "Please give it to me. I want you to fuck, me poz me, please do it now. However, I was in no rush. I just said "Suck me" He got off the bed, got on his knees and was on me greedily within seconds. I asked if he liked the taste of my poz pre-cum to which he murmured something enthusiastically. I shoved my cock down his throat and held it there for a few seconds then allowed him to breath before plunging it back into his throat. I held it there slightly longer than the first time before letting him up for air. The third time I held it even longer until he began to gag and I could feel the muscles in his throat squeezing my the glands of my cock. I pulled my cock out and it was covered in the thick fluid from his gagging throat. He was still taking large gulps of air as I pushed him back on the bed face down. I pulled apart his arse cheeks. I was really horny now. I wanted to see his hole. The hole I was going to fuck, to breed, to rip apart and infect with my poz babies very soon. His hole was hairy. I pulled his buttocks apart even further to reveal his pink hole. He'd told me he had been fucked alot but, always with a condom, even though he'd begged to fucked bareback. To me his hole looked brand new. Like it had never been used. I slid my tongue along his crack and pushed the tip into him. He tasted clean. He moaned a little and begged me to fuck him. Soon enough I thought as I gently pushed the thumb of my right hand into his hole. Boy, was he tight. I saw a droplet of sweat run down his back and into the valley of his arse. I removed my thumb and replaced it with my tongue tasting the salty droplet as it reached his hole. My cock was seriously dripping now and I couldn't wait any longer. David was begging me to breed him and it would have been cruel to make him wait any longer. We'd discussed in depth how he wanted it and I wasn't about to disappoint him. I moved in behind him and placed the tip of my cock on the edge of his arse. Even though he was begging me I asked him if was sure. I heard the first syllable of yes but before he could complete the word I forced my cock in him. His hands were on a pillow and his fingers grabbed it as he cried out. I rammed my cock in him up to the hilt half a dozen times and left it there while his hole became accustomed to me being inside him. His hole felt fantastic. His sphincter seems to be caressing my cock, pulling me deeper inside him. He was sobbing now but didn't ask me to remove myself. After a minute or so I started to move my cock in him. Not really fucking him, just gently stretching him. A few more minutes and I took my cock out. The desired effect had been accomplished. There was blood on my cock. He turned over, looked at the blood on my cock and smiled. He looked at me and said "It's time" I just nodded opened his legs and inserted my cock into his hole. He was really excited now. His hands reaching round my arse and pulling me into him. His hole was still fairly tight, even deep within him the walls of his are seemed to be gripping the head of my cock. He was shouting now still begging me to give him my poz load. I was pumping him as hard as I could, trying not to cum to quickly. Sweat was pouring out of me and I was breathing heavily as I continued to fuck him. I could feel the pressure in my cock building. I wouldn't be able to hold off too much longer. My head was spinning. I was actually going to ejaculate my poz sperm into this neg guy and he wanted it, was desperate to have it. This is it, I couldn't hold it any longer. I shot my load into him. I don't think I've ever cum so much. It seemed to be pouring out of me. Spurt after spurt. It felt like my hole body was being forced out of my cock. Dave was shouting "Yes, yes, yes. Thank you, Thank you" I collapsed on top of him. He held my head and were kissing passionately. He had had his legs around me, desperate to keep me inside him for as long as possible. After ten minutes or so I got off of him and surveyed the damage. It was only now that I realised he had cum while I was fucking him. There was a large pool of cum on his stomach and in his belly button. He told me he had cum almost exactly at the same time as me. There was quite alot of blood and sperm on the sheets. David saw this to and smiled. Knowing there was a very good chance I had given him the gift. I hope it's all he hopes it will be. He's going to keep in touch and is desperate to meet my poz buddies for a recharge.

After numerous requests, here is the next fictional account of the in the saga of the Kid. Other Kid stories are Kid got everything he wanted The Kid goes to his first bath house. As usual this is only fiction and not meant to actually be done. Some of this would send a person to the ER ( Or worse ) with an overdose. It is for reading enjoyment only, and of course arousing you if you need help with that. Chapter 1 The Kid has had some great adventures with his first party and then his first trip to a bathhouse here he was given drugs and plowed by some of the craziest guys and perverts in the world. He wanted to get back to the first guys next party but cold never arrange time. Between his work and girlfriend, there never seemed to be any time for his private perverted play. He contacted me several time to see what I was doing. I had to have some minor surgery and couldn’t get to the monthly party, and he wanted to have me there when he went next time. He was frustrated with his relationship because while his girlfriend was nymph when it came to sex she didn’t like sucking him to a finish and never would give up her ass. Sometime after his first party he had gotten a case of the Flue and his Girlfriend caught it from him and came down with it a couple weeks later. Since he had met Tina he had a deep driving need to play with her every chance he could and those were very few and far apart. The recovery after the first party was rough but he was able to get back to normal in a couple days after. The second party his recovery was a lot quicker, even though he had a lot more. His insides yearned to be spun again, his desire to feel stuff roaming in his ass and filing him was undeniable. He had met with a few guys but non seemed to satisfy his needs. One black guy was hung, he remembered it hurting and he took it waiting for it to feel better, but it never felt the way it did when Horse was lodged in his ass and Horse was bigger that this guy. One guy actually helped him some in a park one night, he was bent over a bench taking a guy with a small dick and after the guy shot what felt like a couple drops up his ass another guy came over and asked him if he wanted more with a little extra. The Kid started to get up when the guy pushed him back over the bench and proceeded to push a much larger cock up his ass. The guy felt different when the Kid realized this guy had a PA on his cock. It felt cool when it rubbed his hole before the guy grabbed the Kid’s hips and basically impaled the Kid on his cock. The Kid yelled at the sudden intrusion, the guy said “ Shut the fuck up, you want to bring the cops “ ? as the Kid stared to say no when the guy pulled partially out and rammed back in. all the Kid could do is squeak the word “ No “. The Bushes around the area rustled and a couple guys walked up, both had their cocks out and were jerking them. With the position of the Kid neither could get in front of him to get any service. The guy pumped a couple more times when he stopped. He held still. The Kid stared to back onto the cock when the guy slapped his ass and said “ Hold still you little whore “. The guy hen said “ Here comes the Little extra slut “. The Kid was looking at the two cocks off to the side and wasn’t paying that close attention to the guy in his ass. He wasn’t sure what he meant but then felt a warmth spreading in his bowels, he knew form past experience it was the yellow flood of the guy’s piss. The guy said “ Here is your extra, hope you enjoy it “. The Kid was in heaven, this was the first time since the time at the bath house he got this treatment. It really made him feel like a total slut, the pig whore of all whores. He only hoped he would end up getting the other guys cocks up his ass. When the guy was finished emptying his bladder, he started to slowly fuck the piss in the kids insides. He wanted to make sure the Kid could absorb as much as possible. He couldn’t hold off to long, this kids ass was great and had a natural ability to milk a guys cock. The guy cold tell he hadn’t been fucked much, at least not for a while. The Kid was slowly losing himself into the Acton up his ass. His whole body felt warm and almost to the point of being on fire. All he could think of was that he never wanted this to end. He could hear and feel the squishing of the cock as it slopped around in his guts. There was a pressure when he pushed in and it really felt good. The guy eventually picked up speed and some of the nasty mix started squirting out of the Kids ass. The guy slammed up into the Kid’s ass and said “ Take my spunk you nasty fagot punk “. The Kid said “ Yes, knock me up”. The kid could feel the throbbing cock up his ass, firing shot after shot into his ass. The guy slumped over the Kid for a few minutes and the Kid could feel a second twitching in his ass. The guy said “ Yeah, here comes a little more to help you out “. The Kid knew for sure he was shooting a second load of piss in his guts, pushing his cum into areas that it would never come out before it was absorbed. The guy finally pulled out and some of the nasty mix started dripping out, even with the kid in the head down position and trying to hold it in he couldn’t keep it from spilling out. The guy sat down next to the Kid. Even though he was off to the side he could see the cock that just split his ass. Even soft it looked Big and thick, it had an impressively big PA in the end of it, bigger that be thought. The Guy pulled out a glass pipe and started to heat it up. He could clearly see the white smoke in the bowel. the Guy looked over at the Kid and Smiled.

Guess who's spun & excited to share a new story. I know I'm terrible at finishing my other works, but I can't help it. I might update and give a succinct ending just to tie some strings up but nothing is certain! Hope you like this one. This time, I'm focusing more on the plot rather than the sex so it is a bit different! I've never really gave much thought on my homosexual tendencies. It has always been there. It's not just the cock, but the male physique in general. Chubs, muscular, small, any kind of bodies with any kind of faces and hairstyle, any fashion style one had, as long as it was a man, I could get hard. After almost 7 years living in Edmonton, I found myself jaded with the routine I had. Sure, I have a good job with a great salary,,my sex life was decent and I had people to hang with from time to time. Yet, I feel hollow, as if I am leading a meaningless life. Even the alcohol, weed and chems that I partake in at times have failed to hide this supposed mid life crisis I was going through. Physically, I was fit. At 5'11 with a brunette buzz cut, I looked like a regular 'coastal liberal' as the rednecks would say since I was always in fitted jeans and oxford shirts. Thanks to the sports I did in college, I wasn't much of a gym person since my body had been sculpted from a young age. Being close to 33, I did feel a little left out that most of the guys I hang with at the bar have already settled down or are in relationships that have lasted for more than 3 years. (Quite a feat knowing how the community can be). As always, they would say but John, you're gorgeous, what's stopping you from having anyone here? Nothing, I would say. They were right, I could bring anyone back home though I had little interest in forming any sort of relationship after. It wasn't for me. Even those who are in open relationships are still committed to their main partner. It wasn't a relationship that I could commit to, but a mission or a calling if I could describe it. I knew there is more out there for me. I needed to get out. One Friday evening, I found myself at the bar, as usual, doing shots with the guys I've known since I moved here. Patrick, Juan, Chris and Eddie. Patrick and Chris are engaged, though in an open relationship while Juan could never keep a relationship longer than 6 months. Eddie on the other hand had an older partner named Hugo who share his passion of pottery. Out of all 4, Eddie was the most normal, or straight passing as we would frequently tease him. The usual conversation includes how the week went, or how work sucks, and what was there to do during the weekend. Eddie mentioned that he had a lucrative order that he had to send out and needed a pickup truck to deliver it. Since I was the only one with a GMC, all eyes were on me. I didn't mind helping Eddie out. I even suggested to him that he and I could do the drive together. I wish I hadn't though, as Eddie didn't mention that the customer was based 2 hours from the city. The next day, I drove into Eddie's driveway right before 11 AM and saw the garage door opened with a pallet of amphoras wrapped in plastic and strapped. They looked exquisite. Each had elaborative patterns, some with biohazard, most were just silhouettes of men fucking and figures dancing. One would think that they came from Greece if not examined closely. "I'm glad you're down to help me man. I really thought I would've done the drive myself since Hugo has an order that's due on Monday. I mean, I don't even know where this place is and the buyer's price was hard to resist that I had to offer free delivery. 15K for a crate of these strange yet erotic design that he requested. It wasn't even my design. They emailed some PNGs and told me to have fun with it." It has been a while since I last hung out with Eddie alone. He had always been like a brother to me since he was the first person I met in this city. He made it feel normal to be gay in the province I ended up in. Before he met Hugo about a year ago, Eddie and I would do T every Friday after leaving the bar. Nothing ever happened between us since we would always find our own guy to screw with. The closest thing that we've ever done that could be considered as sex was when we were both fucking 2 guys on the same bed and switched asses from time to time. Those were our party days and I have to say, I do miss it. We were never addicts, we were only enjoying the weekly session we had. When Eddie and Hugo moved in together, I stopped doing T as frequent as I would. For the better, I tell myself. Nowdays, the only time I do smoke was if a tweaking bottom on Grindr was looking for loads. The drive to the buyer's place was rural. It actually took more than 2 hours for us to get there. From what Eddie said, the buyer lives in a sort of commune on a farmland. To get there, we had to make a number of turns after exiting the freeway. The thick forrest surrounding us, both left and right made it feel as if we were driving in circles. Finally, a signboard that says "Commune Plus" appeared and as we turn in, we still had to drive for another 2 miles to finally see the compound. We passed a large wooden arc that served as an entrance into the compound. In cursive, the words "Commune Plus" was written above the frame, with a headline underneath that says, "+ where men are their True selves +" It was also kinda interesting how the O in the word commune was a biohazzard symbol. The farmhouse was huge. There were bout 3 barns scattered on the compound with a large pond in the middle. Eddie was pretty stunned at the place, as was I. Who knew a place like this existed, being so remote to everything? It was almost 3 PM and as we got close to the main farmhouse, a man in a full on white linen robe came out, ready to welcome us. "You must be Eddie, it's a pleasure to meet you. And you are..?" "This is John, he's helping me out today" "Pleasure to meet you as well, John." The man introduced himself as Ahura. He was about 6'0, thin yet muscular, and was donning a bun on his head with grey highlights. If I had to put an age, he was probably in his late 50s. I found him to be quite attractive. His chest was exposed, revealing some curly hair and pierced nipples. Around his neck was a necklace that had a golden whistle. He made his way to the truck with us and before I was about to pull down the trunk door, Ahura told us to stop since we had come such a long way and that we needed to eat and rest. With one high pitched blow and a moment that didn't event last 30 seconds, two men appeared by his side. They were both in their 20s, probably new grads. Both skinny and twink like. Both also had a clean shaved head and each wore an identical white jockstrap with white sneakers. They also had a tight silver bracelet on both hands. Ahura commanded them to bring the amphoras inside before complimenting Eddie on how it turned out. "What you've made is more than what I had foreseen. Thank you. Come in now, we have already delayed our luncheon waiting for this masterpiece." Ahura had a unique voice. His inflections were crisp and the way he spoke was ritualistic, as if every word spoken is a part of an incantation. The way he walked was also something. It was intricate and seems as if he was gliding, with the robe brushing the ground. His height is only a plus, for vanity purposes. While we made our way inside, I felt a little relief when I found out that Eddie too shared my sentiment on Ahura. For a second, one could say that we became curious of this man who possessed a sort of magnetism in us. After all, the swift response he received when he blew his whistle was unarguably a power move that stayed with us. The dining hall had a table that was probably the longest I've ever seen in my life. When we entered, half the table was already occupied by men who were all in similar loincloth, neatly tied to spare very little, torso exposed and topless as they should be. They were gorgeous. Most were probably around my age and some were already eyeing Eddie and I. Each of them had sculpted bodies, though some had very apparent veins. Some were also muscular but remained thinner than average. Similar to how Ahura looks like. It was a sort of textured look that was likely due to the physical activity they they do daily. Or so I thought.. Of course, Ahura sat in the middle main seat, with everyone being able to see him. Directly to his left was Eddie and beside was me. The table could probably fit 30 people the least. If I had to eyeball, we were probably around 15. The moment Ahura took his seat, the room turned silent. Before he spoke, he made sure to observe each person and nod, acknowledging their presence. Eddie and I included. He first introduced us as visitors who have delivered and blessed the commune with vases that will enhance the place. He then announced that there would be more members joining the commune next month. He thanked the current members, who were all listening attentively, for being dedicated in supporting his vision of the commune. "Before you came here, each of you lead a different life, a life that was empty that limited your desire and constricted your agency to how the outside world deemed it as. Being a part of the commune has liberated you. I can see it and so can you, Yohann. And you too, Kronos. You have all joined the commune for a fresh start, and I have managed to grant you that gift." Both Eddie and I knew that we were visiting a cult, but we never really knew how it actually was like . Even with all the documentaries that we've watched and the podcast we put on during the drive, to participate in a cult lunch wasn't a way we saw how our Saturday would go. We weren't the disrespectful kind since we've all been exposed to all kinds of kinks but this men only cult that we found ourselves in started to turn into an itch in our psyche that we couldn't explain. The rest of Ahura's speech was how the commune is still young and though it is expanding, it is not permanent. The goal was that the commune would live off grid, growing their own produce and eliminating the traditional bonds that the outside world had. Essentially, everyone in the commune treated each other equally, being able to fuck one another without hesitation and embracing primal lust. With the wine glass in his right hand, Ahura put his arm up and declared "May we live harmoniously without restraints" When Eddie and I gulped the wine, we were blind sighted at how strong it was. I knew that it wasn't just wine that we drank. It was definitely G. I calmed Eddie down by holding his thigh under the table cloth, telling him it's not drastic. Ahura, toying his entree with his utensils looked at us and formed a smile. "Don't worry, the amount of G is very minimal and think of it as a way to just wind down after making that long drive. After you both are no longer famished, I will give you a tour of this place, just as a little extra since we rarely receive visitors.." Surprisingly, Eddie thanked Ahura and was looking forward to seeing the compound. I shot a look at him, but Eddie reassured me. How quick his mind changed. It's not that I wanted to leave. Deep down, I know that the longer I stayed here the harder it would be for me to leave. These irresistible guys who I'm at the table with behaved so seductively, caressing each other at times and feeding one another without breaking their touch. Anytime I make eye contact with one of them, I knew that I would be hard. Ahura and Eddie continued talking, exchanging opinions on what an amphora or a vase is, with Eddie clearly being more engrossed in Ahura. He didn't even realize that Ahura was holding his hands on the table the entire time. If I'm being honest, I was quite envious. I tried to look at my phone but there was barely any signal. I looked up and I noticed Yohann was looking at me. He had auburn curls that hid his forehead and his face was shaved clean. I wouldn't put him past 30 with how much youth he's still holding. His chest was broad and his neck had a silver necklace with a biohazard logo pendant. It's strange how frequent I've seen the logo since I got here. Unlike the rest of the men at the table, he and I weren't conversing. We were both looking at each other for a while, trying to observe and analyze each other. Him being topless didn't help much. He wasn't too muscular, yet it would be easy for me to trace his body from how defined it was. Lean, one could say. Throughout the eye fuck we were having, he was also playing with his necklace, brushing it on his lips, turning it sideways with the chains gliding under his chin, never breaking our gaze. I stopped zoning out when Ahura stood up, Eddie following him and me trailing behind to start the tour. I also began to realize how subtle Ahura was when he instructed Yohann to accompany us as well. What does he know? To show the ins and outs as Ahura puts it. Yohann smirked at me after replying, "It would be an honour, Ahura". The four us started in the main foyer where we first entered. The snow marble floor, when viewed from the staircase above resembles a golden pentagram, layered with a platinum biohazard symbol. Again I thought, the same logo. On the second floor, we passed through hallways after hallways, with different roman numerals on each doors. Though Ahura didn't show us all the rooms, most were average dorm like rooms. There was probably 2-3 single beds in each room. To no one's surprise, the bathroom had a common shower. It really reminded me of the kinds of showers you'd find at the gym. Ahura also skipped the rooms which had doubled doors and lacked any number. Strange I thought. I broke the silence with Yohann and asked, what's in there? "Members only" Out of the 3 barns, he only showed us one where they had some livestock. There were guys working who I didn't see at lunch. Some were in jockstraps, some only in overalls with nothing underneath. There were also some guys who were only in ripped jeans and boots, flannel shirt tied around the waist,. They all seemed to be enjoying what they were doing, bodies glistening with sweat, faces shining laboriously. Everyone stopped to bow for Ahura the minute we entered. With a wave and both arms open, Ahura thanked them for their hard work and wished them well on advancing. We ended up by the benches at the pond to end the tour. Until now, I didn't get to talk to Ahura much since Eddie and him were constantly in awe of one another. I only got to talk with Yohann, asking him what is going on in this place and how he ended up there. I was very frank since I couldn't help it any longer. "Before I came here, I wasn't Yohann. I was Bernard. I found out about the commune a year ago when I lost my job. Can you believe I was at work tweaking?" Yes I could because I knew fags who couldn't separate the T from party, ruining their career and self imploding. Instead of thinking out loud, my only response was one that went along the lines of "Wow, that's awful. How did you find out bout this then? Did you get clean here?" "Fuck no, I still tweak whenever I want without any judgements since I came here. These guys are more than brothers, they become a part of you. The day I got fired, I met my dealer to score more and he told me that there was a job his friend, Ahura was offering. Back then, we were probably 9 people. Now, when you include the novices, 25. I thought it was just a regular farm job, but the first day I got here, my life changed for the better." "What do you mean?" "Well, that's something that you have to find out on your own, if you're willing." I looked up to find Ahura and Eddie gone, now heading to one of the barns, hands together. What the fuck? I started to worry and asked Yohann where they were going. "Let's see for ourselves." I didn't rush to run since I still wanted to keep my cool with Yohann. We approached the barn, entering through the main door that was already partially opened. It wasn't what an inside of a barn would look like. It was lavishly decorated with velvet furnitures. The floor was concrete but polished. At the end of the room between two pillars lied Eddie and Ahura on a satin king sized bed. Eddie had a glass pipe in his mouth, Ahura preparing the next hit while holding a metal tray. Strangely enough, I stopped worrying and shot Eddie a look, with him blowing his clouds in my direction. "I should've known that you both partake in the appreciation of crystal, allowing its smoke to electrify and elevate the body. How serendipitous it is that Yohann accompanied us, given that he is the master of chasing the dragon in our commune" Yohann smiled and joined Ahura. He took the tray away, allowing Eddie and Ahura to now fondling one another, before shotgunning and embracing in a trance. I was still, standing right across them, immobile. On one hand, I was relishing at how the old Eddie is back, but on the other, I feared for his future with Hugo. "Come, John. Chase the dragon with us, up in the clouds where we'll find a potent pleasure." Eddie now started talking differently. I was alone, in this arena sized barn, faced with a decision to join or go. I couldn't leave Eddie though, never. Plus, Yohann was there. I took the plunge and the next thing I know, my tongue was in a wrestle with Yohann's and Eddie had his mouth full with Ahura's 9 incher. "This is just a preview, boys. We're not going to fuck you until you're one of us. And even then, there are steps to joining the commune...." Eddie and I were clearly more tweaked than the others. They probably have a higher tolerance seeing that they were nonchalant. Both Ahura and Yohann then got up, pulling us each by the arm to give the real tour. The barn we were in was where they would initiate members into the commune. An invitation is first required. Yohann had never met Ahura until he showed up at the commune. Ahura coached and motivated him to embrace his true self through the commune. Within 3 months, Yohann was leading the lab they had in the other barn, synthesizing T to grow their capital. Being far and remote was an advantage they had. There weren't stages when the commune started, once someone is a member, they are equal to one another. Only recently it was decided that through strict vetting and procedural methods could they keep their commune a secret while ensuring loyalty and dedication from the members. To be a part of the commune, a bond was needed, a positive bond, as Ahura puts it. It was his viral load that runs through the commune, sealing themselves to him forever. It was by being poz from Ahura do the members benefit from the resources Ahura provides. The T was a significant part of the commune's cashflow, though for the most part the commune itself is self-sustaining. Ahura's vision was to keep the population at a fixed number, ensuring balance and avoiding any recognition from the outside world. "By end of this year, we're aiming to be around 40, not more than 50. This is a chance for you both to escape and leave the life you had before you came here. Look at how we cherish our new lives, providing for each other, being there for each other, not a single ounce of shame in any of us." We passed by the barn we visited earlier. This time, there were only 2 guys left, chopping some wood. Ahura quietly approached one of them who had an overall, and with no warning, he pushed the boy down onto the table, unbuttoning from behind before diving into his ass for a rim. The only thing the boy could say was Thank you, Ahura. His legs spread wider, allowing Ahura to push his tongue deeper. Moments after, Ahura placed his cock on the boy's hole and thrust forward with little resistance, telling the boy how lucky he was to get fucked by him while still being a novice. "Though today is your lucky day, I have guests that I need to attend to, so forgive me for ejaculating earlier than I normally would." "Don't apologize Ahura, I am forever grateful for you" Not even 5 minutes since the boy was shoved down, Ahura came, moaning quietly as he turned to look at Eddie and I with an ambitious expression aimed to convince us. Still spun, we both exchanged a look that was a combination of fear, lust but worst of all, submission. Ahura candidly continued, "See how easy it is? How everyone here is always willing to help one another. Contemplate well on my invitation you two. I seldom give golden tickets easily. Sleep on it if you wish. Dusk is approaching. We wouldn't want you to venture back to the city in the dark." Shit, I always forget how fast time passes when you're on T. Yohann showed us the guest room in the main farmhouse. It was in the same hallway where the double door room was. Eddie and I both showered in the commons, reflecting on what had transpired. "We're not thinking straight, Eddie. Who know what else we took. This is a huge commitment, man." "Yeah of course, but look, don't you think that we won't get a chance like this again? I feel like once we leave, we're never going to find a place like this ever. I'm pretty sure Ahura's gonna make me delete the address and any form of trails we have to the commune if we don't accept." "If you want to get pozzed, then you can do it in the city. If you want T, you can do it with me. What does this place have that's compelling you so much? "It has a purpose for us to be who we are and share it with the few who understand. It's not bout the drugs or being poz, it's bout the community that I never had, man. Sure, life back in the city is great and all, but you always got to be wary. Outside the bar, are we really ourselves? Tell me, John. Don't you want to feel like you're a part of something?" I couldn't say more. The only sound there was was the water coming out of the shower. When the tap was off, I broke the silence. "I don't think I could ever leave you. I'm not just talking bout this place. If I leave and I won't see you ever again, then I'm not sure what I'll do." We were now facing each other, full nude, with Eddie spotting a boner for a short moment. He came closer to me and tilted his head up to give a peck, hands behind my back, pulling us closer. It was the first time we kissed. It was real. I knew I've made my decision. Lying on the single bed, we cuddled and didn't say much. It was difficult to fuck since we couldn't get ourselves hard, and frankly, we were exhausted. Sleeping was also difficult. At around 2 AM, we heard footsteps in the hallway, followed by the sound of doors closing. The slam was louder than our room door. Could it be the other room? Feeling restless, I convinced Eddie to check it out together. There was barely any light in the house. Though there was electricity, candles and gas lamps were preferred. The double door at the end of the hallway now had a candle hung on both sides, illuminating most of the hallway. The knobs were brass and heavy. We attempted to open it slowly, going inside to finally satisfy our curiosity. The room was bigger than we thought. Curtains separated the room as if it was a maze. We heard a chant that was hypnotizing. We followed it, cutting through the room, hoping for the best. Finally, we came upon Ahura who was naked, hair down, leading the chant with some of the men we met at lunch echoing. They were encircling the boy in the overalls, who was now tied and spread like an eagle in a circle that had a pentagram. There candles that were lit at each points and Ahura was now walking in the circle, taunting the boy and savouring every orifice. The chant was incomprehensible. The boy could only moan and groan, as if possessed as Ahura was savouring every inch of him. Suddenly, the chant changed and the men circling started to kneel. Ahura's eyes turned white and he loosened the boys attachment to lift him up. Now on the floor, Ahura placed the boy's hip on top of his, slowly piercing the boys hole with his shaft. Not even halfway yet and the boy was already in ecstasy. Ahura could only hush the boy, apologizing him for the fuck earlier. It was insulting, to have me in you without any ceremonious element. This is to make up for today, boy. Christmas came early cause you're getting the gift before the rest of your peers will. Cherish this moment now, boy. Tears now started fall from the boy's face, though it wasn't of pain, but joy. There was a certain religious epiphany that the boy had as he was being impaled by Ahura. The other men, now in a prostate position, continued chanting, hitting their fist on the floor in harmony. The closer Ahura was to coming, the faster and louder the fists were banged. Finally, as he came, the room was quiet with the exception of the boy who was still moaning. "It's so...warm.." Ahura stayed in the boy and cradled him for a good 8 minutes, welcoming him to the commune, whispering how much his life was about to change. Eddie and I could only watch without a single blink. It was more than a cult, there was also elements of occult. I was never a superstitious person, but there was a palpable energy that I felt being in that room. Some sort of fascination that I wanted to experience. From the way Eddie was watching, he too would agree with me. We were so engrossed in what was happening that Yohann appeared behind us, slightly jumping us. "So..shall I inform Ahura that you both have made up your mind?" Eddie with no hesitation said Yes, admit us. It took me a while to say it. "Yeah if Eddie's in I'm in too." Yohann then told us that once we are certain of our decision, we will not be able to leave until Ahura allows it. We had to also follow everything Ahura commands and instructs. It was, for our betterment. The process of joining the commune was tedious, but the spirituality of it, though contrary was one that was unique and vital to the commune. Though we made sure to keep a distance from where the ritual was, Ahura, as Yohann had, appeared from behind one of the curtains. "Did I hear that right?" Yes, Eddie and I said in unison. "Well let's not waste time then. We're already done with one. What's another two? Commune members, in position as before! We've got 2 prospects who before, were visitors. We sure did a good job in showing them how hospitable we are, didn't we?" "Always, Ahura. Your guidance has never contained any doubts. I am also grateful to you for allowing me to get to know John. I believe he has potential to be in the higher ranks by the end of the year." "What makes you say so, Yohann?" "There's this look I see in him, one that's unsatisfied with his current life. All of us were like that but unlike the rest, he is more disciplined and loyal. Look at how dedicated he is to the other man he came with. The two of them were destined to be a part of the commune" "Very good observations. Now boys, there's been a change in your initiation. It's going to be challenging, painful but most importantly, liberating. At this moment now, we need your word and good faith that you will accept this offer. There is no turning back from here on. I could let you head back in the city maybe next week or next year. It is I who built this haven and it is I who you will bow down to when required. From here on, you will no longer be treated like the visitors you were but as novices who will have to earn the respect that the men you see over there have gone through." Yohann took out 2 separate documents for us to sign, waiving any liabilities toward Ahura, fully understanding what was going to happen. We had already made our decision in the shower. This was just a way to legitimize it. Once the documents were signed and handed back, I felt a blindfold being put on me and all of a sudden, my limbs were being pulled and I could hear Eddie was being dragged too. There's no going back, I tell myself. We had to surrender and submit to whatever Ahura had in store for us. As I struggled from the wave of men holding me, I started to lose consciousness when I felt my mouth and nose being covered by a sort of cloth. My last thought before blanking out was what was going to happen to Eddie?

Yeah, I’m a bug chaser. It didn’t take me long into my bareback bottomhood to realize that the thrill of sex increased exponentially if there was a danger element involved. So I started doing it with married men. In public places. With the partners of friends of mine. And eventually with Poz men. I must admit that the whole Poz thing really turned me on. At first I was kind of freaked out about how I got off on the idea of playing roulette with my health, but once you experience that thrill of living on the edge and letting a Poz guy stay in you when he cums... well. It’s all over from there. But this was the mid 90’s and dating/hookup apps didn’t really exist yet. And Poz guys weren’t really to be found on AOL and gay.com. At least not where I lived in middle America. What we did have in my community, though, was a small AIDS hospice. Okay, okay. I know how this sounds. Pretty sick, right? A young guy trolling an AIDS hospice for Poz cock? Preying on gay men in the last stages of life?? But that’s exactly what I did. And very successfully too, I might add. I was in my mid-20’s back then. I was decently attractive with a sort of “golly gee” innocent charm about me (that totally hid my pervy side). And I had a good ass. Total bubble butt. I mean, from the age of twelve I knew I was built to be a bottom. Anyway, I applied to be a volunteer at the hospice. I said I would love to come read to the guys or talk or just keep them company. I could come by in the evenings and on weekends when I wasn’t working. AIDS still had a strong stigma back then, so having a young gay such as myself willing to volunteer was a bit of a novelty. I was snapped up quickly. Now, don’t go thinking that I immediately started going down on and raping all the men in hospice— because I didn’t. I actually did read to them and chat and keep them company, as I had volunteered to do. But I was also developing relationships and sussing out which men might be up for some unprotected sex with an eager, 20-something bottom slut. Eventually I found Ken. Ken was in the later stages of his illness. He was still handsome, in a way, but pretty gaunt. Blonde. Sharp Blue eyes. Mustachioed. He was one that I read to on a consistent basis. But we also talked and developed a decent friendship. Once we were fairly comfortable with each other, I asked him about his past. Like, did he have a partner ever? Did he used to have lots of sex? Did he know how he became infected? Did he used to go to bath houses or anything? He smiled slyly at me and opened up about being quite promiscuous in his day. “How promiscuous?” I prompted. Which is when he started regaling me with tales of sex parties, orgies, back rooms of dance clubs, bookstores, and yes— bath houses. He’d done them all. “And I really liked it,” he said wistfully. “I just really liked sex.” In subsequent visits I prodded him for more and more details, always saying things like “Life is so different now— this doesn’t happen. Back then it was so much more... exciting.” To which he’d agree. He didn’t know how he’d become infected, but it was several years ago now- probably in the later 80’s. He laughed and confided, “Yeah, I was stupid back then. I figured since I was a top, I was immune. That only bottoms got infected. Whoops.” Hearing this I asked if he only ever topped. He shrugged. “I tried bottoming a couple times— didn’t really enjoy it. Besides, once guys saw my dick I sort of automatically became the top.” “That big, huh? You poor thing! You must have been very popular!” I laughed. “How else do you think I wound up in this bed?” He chuckled. From there, I started steering our conversations into more sexual waters. Like did he miss sex? When was the last time he had some ass, etc. He looked at me wistfully and said he hadn’t had any since a year before hospice and that he did miss it. “With all the ass I’ve had, you think I’d be satiated, but I’m not. You always want more,” He said quietly. “Yeah, I know.” I told him. “I’m such a slut for big cock, I can never get enough of it.” Then I winked at him. He actually blushed. That was as far as I pushed it for awhile, letting the seed I’d planted in his mind to germinate a little. Plus, I needed to be sure about what I was going to do and then prepare my next steps. After a couple more “innocent” visits to Ken, I was ready to take it to the next level. This time, for my reading material, I brought some gay erotica. I started reading it aloud, as I would have our other book. After it became apparent what I was reading, he stopped me. “This is a bit of a departure from our usual,” He said hesitantly. “Yeah, I know. But I wanted to mix it up. And given some of our conversations I thought you might like this change of pace.” And I kept reading. As I read, I looked over occasionally and could see him fidgeting a bit and shifting around. I also saw him casually put his hands in his lap to mask his growing erection. I smiled at this and kept on reading. It was a particularly vivid account of a young bottom going to the baths and getting bred by stud after stud- cum leaking out of his chute. After the account of the fourth load from a particularly randy well-hung black stud I put down the magazine and said, “Hmm. You don’t have to be shy. Let that boner be free, it’s ok. We’re both gay, and I got one too.” The chair I was reading in faced him so I shifted my legs so he could see my crotch. I saw him eye my bulge hungrily although he did blush again. But he also moved his hands for me. Holy fucking tent. “Damn Ken, you DO Have a big one, don’t you?” I said breathlessly. I could see the sheet moving slightly as his pulse made his dick jump. “Can I... can I see it? Just a peek. Please??” He looked toward the door and hesitated, and I looked him squarely in the eye and said please again. Slowly he lifted the edge of the sheet and freed his impressive cock. “Ohhh. My.” I exhaled. His Dick was beautiful. It had to be 9 inches at least. It was one of those cocks where the head wasn’t huge and flared— just behind the rim of the head his shaft grew in girth until it reached its widest point about 1/3 of the way down the shaft. Then it tapered slightly to the base. It also arced proudly out from his groin, like the weight of the end of it pulled it slightly downward. And below it all were a nice pair of low hangers, just resting on the mattress. “Damn, you are blessed aren’t you?” I whispered in awe. “Sometimes I think it was a curse,” he said. “Like, if I had an average dick maybe I wouldn’t be sick right now.” “Maybe,” I said matter of factly. “But do you really think having a smaller cock would have changed your sex drive though? I mean, I know big dick guys who have no libido at all, and small dick guys who jack off 10 times a day. All I know is that you seem to have been sexually insatiable and probably would have found a way to have tons of sex, with or without that monster.” This talk was making him lose his hard on, so I quickly said, “Hey. How about you tell ME an erotic story. Like from your bathhouse days. Don’t be a lazy bitch and entertain ME for a change.” I smiled. “Surely you must have a hot tale of a favorite fuck to share.” He smiled back slowly and said, “Oh yeah. I have a few good ones. How about I tell you about the young marine?” “Sounds good to me! Let’s hear it,” i urged. “So this was at the bath house, oh many years ago now. I was there one night and in the sling room was this young, muscle-stud. He had a ‘friend’ who was guarding the entry and whoring him out. Several guys were peering in and and watching the action so I asked the ‘friend’ what what was going on. Turns out this little muscle stud was a Marine, had just turned 21 and wanted his own 21 gun salute. The friend was helping to line up good Dick and to make sure things didn’t get out of control. So far the kid was up to 11 loads and #12 sounded like he was getting close. So I asked if I could take a turn and flashed my dick at the friend. The friend smiled and said “you’re up next”.” “Oh damn, man,” I said. “This is my total fantasy! Sorry for doing this but....” I then unfastened my pants and pulled out my throbbing cock. Ken watched me do it and made no protestations. After watching me slow stroke a few times he went back to his story. “So I hear #12 finish up— loudly. And as soon as he left the room, I walked in. The kid was fucking hot. Exactly what you’d think of when you think US Marine. Tan. Well muscled. Lanky. Buzz cut dark hair. Even the dog tags laying between his pecs. His legs were slightly furry as was his ass. The kid looked up at me and his eyes were totally blown- probably on something. Or it could have been that sex haze. Anyway, I walked up to his face so he could get a look at my cock and his eyes got real big! And then his mouth opened... So I fucked his mouth to get myself good and hard. He was choking and gagging on my cock, but also just moaning like a bitch in heat. It didn’t take me long before I was raging hard. Like I am now.” I looked back at his cock and he was back at full mast and throbbing. I scored my chair right up next to his bed so he was within reach. I think Ken knew what I was thinking, but he didn’t stop me. “Go on...” I urged. “So, I pull out of his mouth and moved to position. I look down and can see a trickle of cum leaking out his ass, as well as a good puddle on the floor. I can’t believe I’m saying this but— I bent down and scooped up some floor spunk and slathered it on my Dick. Then I pushed into him. This boy was so used and so full of cum, I really didn’t need the extra lube, but the idea was hot to me. I pushed in pretty easily to a point, then met with resistance as I got to his second ring. So I took my time and slow-stroked him with just enough Dick so I was teasing his second ring. It felt so... WHOA!” It was at this point in his story when I reached over and grabbed his cock. It startled him. “Whaaa what are you doing?” He asked in a shaky voice. “I’m helping you out, man. You need this. And I want to do this. I wanna make you cum as you finish this story.” His breath was shaky and shallow, but I kept my hand on that impressive cock and jacked it slowly. His eyes half closed and he swallowed thickly. And I knew I had him. “So, you were fucking him slowly, right up to that second ring....” I promoted. His eyes close... “Yeah. Um. So I start to tease deeper. I slow push into him and get my head up in his second ring and you would think the marine is storming Iwo Jima from the noises he starts making. I pull out and slow push in again. And again. And again. Eventually this marine is grunting and Ooo Rah’ing and taking it like a goddamn champ. So I really start giving it to him. Hard. The sling chains are singing and my groin is totally covered in cum spatter as all the other loads are being fucked out of him and deeper into him. He’s going cum crazy and bucking into me to take all I can give. I look back at the door and like 5 guys are watching us fuck. I know I can’t hold out much longer and thankfully I don’t have to. Suddenly the kid cries out and I see cum shooting from his Dick all over his chest and belly. I can feel his ass spasming around my cock and that’s about all she wrote. I ram it it hard, as deep as I can, and I flood his fucking slut marine guts. He’s whimpering and moaning and I and I am so turned on that I keep cumming and cumming and... AGGGH.” Ken’s cum shoots in a perfect arc from his Dick and spatters the sheets. The next spurts drip down my hand and onto his balls. When his orgasm subsided, I got up, put my hard cock away, and got him a wash cloth. I then cleaned up the mess. “Looks like someone had been saving up quite a load,” I said with a grin. Ken couldn’t meet my eyes. I think he felt embarrassed or something. I covered him with a sheet and patted his leg. “Dude, that was incredibly hot and I regret nothing. In fact, I hope we can do this again.” Ken didn’t say anything, but.. was that a tiny nod? After that, I would pepper in my visits with some erotic reading, and it would end with Ken telling me of one of his escapades while I jacked him. It was definitely hot- but time to take it to the next level. About a month after our first JO encounter, I started a more frank discussion with him involving his status. “So, did you still have as much sex after you became positive or did it kind of stop after that.” He grew quiet and didn’t answer for a time. “It stopped… for awhile.” he sighed. “But sex is hard to give up. Did you switch to condoms then?” I inquired. “Mostly…?” he whispered. “Bareback sex is even harder to give up, isn’t it? It’s ok, trust me I get it. You can tell me. I’m not here to judge you- we’re friends.” This seemed to open Ken up a bit. “When I was diagnosed, I sort of… shut down. I withdrew and basically stopped all sex cold turkey. I wasn’t partnered at the time, so I didn’t have to worry about that pressure. Heck, I didn’t even jack off. I just sort of became a sexual zombie. Eventually I was finding myself checking out guys again. Getting horny. Getting those ‘inconvenient boners’ during the day. I started jacking again. And then I got the urge to fuck again. I tried some hookups where I used condoms, but … they didn’t work out so well. I just couldn’t stay hard being all gloved up, and I would end up disappointing the bottom. So I kind of gave up the idea of sex again. Until…” he trailed off. “You fucked a guy bareback and gave him your poz load.” I said. Ken looked up at me with a startled look on his face. “Yeah. I mean no. I mean, I didn’t really mean to, but… it just sort of happened.” “It’s okay Ken. We’re sexual beings and you must have been insanely horny. So, this was your first time fucking bare as an HIV positive man— and I gather that you liked it. Tell me about it?” It looked like he was struggling with something internally. His face contorted a bit and he wouldn’t look at me. So I grabbed his hand and held it for awhile and we sat in silence for a few minutes. “I’m worried what you’ll think of me, but…. “ “I was so damn horny. It had been almost a year since my diagnosis and no real sex. I was going out of my mind. One afternoon I found myself on autopilot and sort of ‘came to’ when I was standing outside my favorite old adult bookstore. I went in and paid my 5 bucks and headed to the back. It wasn’t very crowded and honestly I didn’t even know what I was doing there. I didn’t know what I wanted but I knew I needed to get off. Maybe jack off watching others? Maybe a BJ? I didn’t know. I wandered around for a few and noticed that the glory hole booths were busy. There were these two particular booths that had a decent sized glory hole. I noticed a few lurkers hanging in this area, so I figured some guy was giving BJ’s. So I leaned up against the wall to watch. It wasn’t long before one door opened and this hispanic construction worker came out and was fastening up his pants. He headed for the exit and one of the other lurkers took his place in the empty booth. It wasn’t long before we could hear some groans and movement noises coming from these booths. And the booths, being flimsy plywood, were kind of shaking a bit. So it became apparent that more than just a BJ going on. I look over and the other guy has his fly open and is jacking a pretty decent piece of uncut meat…. “ By now Ken was hard, the retelling had him excited. So I reached over pulled back the sheet and took him in hand, as usual. He flinched a little, but let it happen. He still wouldn’t look at me though, his head was facing the other way out the window as he remembered. “So the guy in booth 1 cums loudly and the booth rocking stops. About a minute later, he comes out with a big smile on his face and heads for the exit. Now there are just two of us ‘lurkers’, and we look at each other. The other guy is older, kind of hard to tell his age really. Maybe 60? Looks a bit… sick… you know? Probably similar to how I look now And I knew. I KNEW he was poz. And yet there he was, jacking his cock at the book store…. He raised his eyebrows at me as if asking if I was heading in or not? I shook my head, and he walked into the empty booth. He didn’t close the door. So I found myself slowly walking up and watching. The old guy fed his dick through the hole and started moaning as I heard the wet sounds of a hungry mouth going to town on his cock. ‘Fuck yeah, suck it faggot,’ he whispers harshly. In my head I know this guy is poz and he’s just letting this guy suck him. In my head I’m really conflicted, but I can’t look away. And I’m… really turned on. Soon the wet sucking noises stop and I hear that unmistakable click noise of lube bottle being opened. I know what’s going to happen and again I’m watching it all go down and not saying anything. The old guy moans and I know the guy on the other side of the wall just sheathed that uncut cock in his ass. The booth starts moving slowly and I can hear the wet sound of ass fucking. My cock is so hard at this point it’s like it wants to tear a hole in my pants to get out.” In my hand, Ken’s cock is mirroring his cock in the story. He’s wickedly hard as he’s retelling this and I just keep jacking him. I stop just long enough to spit on my hand and go back. Ken makes a small noise in his throat, then goes back to his story. “The old guy starts really fucking into this dude’s ass through the glory hole. I’m basically in the booth with him at this point, my face close to the glory hole so I can see his cock going in and out of this ass. I can tell he’s getting close by his wheezing, when suddenly he stiffens up and grunts a few times and I know. I know his load, his… sickness… is shooting into the ass on the other side of the wall. I feel like I should say something. I feel like I should have stopped it before it got this far. But I didn’t. I just watched it all happen while my cock betrayed me in my pants. And I kept watching as the old guy slowly pulled out of the ass with a wet plop. Yup. Definitely no condom on that. He zips up and pats my shoulder. ‘It’s worth it,’ he says. And he exits the booth, leaving me alone in there. I see a finger extend into the glory hole from the other side. The international symbol for ‘stick your dick through, i’m waiting’. At this point I’m basically beyond the point of no return, so I close the booth door and open my pants. I hear the appreciative “DAMN” from the other side of the wall an I know he’s eyeballing my cock through the hole. He sticks his finger through again and motions to me. And before I know it, i’m feeding my dick through the hole. It was all I could do not to cum when I felt his mouth around my dick. It had been so damn long! I let him suck me for awhile, then I felt him pull off. Felt him apply the lube to my dick. I knew this was my chance to pull back… to stop. But I … I didn’t. And then I felt him slowly push his ass back onto my dick. The warm, wet heat enveloped me and I almost cried it felt so good! But I also was so conflicted— I was in this ass raw. And even though I’m pretty sure the previous guy just left a toxic load in there, that wasn’t me. Or was it? All I know is that fucking ass without a condom felt so damn good. I’m so turned on that I know I won’t last much longer. This guy is slamming his ass back onto my dick and fucking himself with it and I’m just standing there pressed against the booth wall letting him. I felt the orgasm building in my balls. I knew I was close. I knew I could pull out and spray all over the booth floor. I knew all this… and I let him keep fucking onto me. I needed the release. I needed to fuck. And then… it happened. I was cumming in him. I was in a post orgasmic haze— barely remember pulling out and zipping up. After a minute or two I stumbled out of the booth just as the other guy was coming out of his. We looked at each other. The guy was in his mid 40’s. Handsome. Dressed in suit pants, white shirt, and a tie. And had a wedding ring on. He saw me see it, and he just shrugged and smiled. ‘Thanks for that!’ he says. After that monster, I’m done.’ And he turned and was out the exit.” Ken paused here in his story and I still jacked his cock. I don’t know what prompted me to push, but I did. “That must have been a shock. Seeing that you just put your dirty load into a guy with a wife and kids, huh? Especially for your first time raw fucking as a poz man. I bet you felt sick about it… and turned on, too.” Ken finally looked at me. “Yeah. At first I was angry. I was all “You stupid fucker! You know you shouldn’t fuck without a condom! You have a wife!” “But it was hot because he WAS married and he WAS careless. Which made it all the hotter. Plus he’d taken god knows how many other loads that day. At least 3. Breeding married men is aways the holy grail… right?” I said all while jacking Ken’s cock more quickly. Ken’s eyes were boring into me. “Fuck yes. Stupid married men, thinking with their dicks … and asses. It’s almost like they’re asking for it. Asking to be caught.” “Asking to be infected,” I whispered. “Getting what they deserve,” he says. “Which is what made it easier the next time, and the next time, and the next time…giving all those stupid fuckers your toxic seed. How many did you fuck and fill, Ken?” That’s when I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking him while I still jacked. “Oh jesus,” Ken moaned quietly and I felt his hand come to the back of my head. I finally had his monster cock in my mouth and I lovingly sucked it and worked the head with my tongue. “Shit, I’m gonna…” Ken managed and he struggled to pull away. But I just gripped his cock and kept my mouth planted right where it was. Spurt after spurt of bitter, salty cum filled my mouth, but I swallowed it greedily. I kept him in my mouth until his cock started to soften- the last dribbles of semen pearling onto my tongue. Ken’s hand was still resting on the back of my head. When I finally released him from my mouth, he said “You shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m really sick, man.” He looked away from me sheepishly. “Ken, you know that the risk of transmission orally is very small. Also, I’ve been wanting to do that for months.” I tell him. He looked at me, with a bit of sadness in his eyes. “I’m going to let you in on a secret,” I tell him as we look at each other. “I’m not a nice boy who volunteers at an AIDS hospice and secretly pines for a boyfriend and two dogs and a house in the burbs. No. I’m a naughty boy. Sometimes I have anonymous sex. I don’t always fuck with a condom. I let guys cum inside me. Sometimes even if I don’t know their status. And sometimes…” I see something flicker across his gaze. “Even when I DO know their status.” “I love taking those loads best of all.” And I winked at him. A couple weeks later, I was back at Ken’s bedside for our reading time. But tonight was going to be different. Tonight was the night. I was going to get his cock and load inside me— unless he had a sudden attack of conscience and wouldn’t let me. I had come prepared. I had cleaned out thoroughly, prelubed my hole, and had lube and poppers in my backpack. I was also wearing a pair of gym shorts that I had cut strategically in the back for access. I pulled out the erotic fiction from his nightstand and read a good story to get Ken in the mood. It worked like always and soon he was tenting up that bedsheet. I put down the magazine. “So, tonight I thought maybe we’d do something different,” say. I see him look at me quizzically. “I thought perhaps I’d tell you one of my stories instead? Something… naughty.” Ken licked his lips and nodded approval. “So, there’s this guy I was hot for. Older than me, but handsome. Blonde— like you. Blue eyes, too. We chatted for a long time before I finally got up the courage to make a move on him.” I reached over and grabbed his throbbing cock. “We did some minor stuff— just hand jobs and blow jobs mostly. Turns out the guy is fucking hung like a racehorse! Fucking jackpot! I seriously can’t get enough of his big dick,” I said while jacking him. Ken’s eyes look black as his pupils are complete dilated as he watches me. “I mean, I love sucking that big fucker,” I said as I bent down to suck on Ken’s cock for awhile. “But I need more, you know? I’m a slutty bottom that craves big cock. And if this awesome guy won’t give me his, then I’ll just go to a bookstore and take some random strangers through a glory hole— you know?” Ken’s breath is coming faster now as I continue to suck him a bit. “So one night, I make my move and try to get this guy to FINALLY put it in me already! Only that’s when he springs it on me. He’s HIV positive. He doesn’t like fucking with condoms and he doesn’t want to risk infecting me, so he doesn’t want to fuck me.” I look at Ken as I pause in my story. “So I started sucking his cock and I tell him that I don’t care. That I want him to fuck me bare. That I want to— no, NEED to feel him cum inside me. I tell him I’ve let other men fuck me bare and some of them have probably been poz too. Heck, I might even be infected now and I may not know it. I’m so slutty and careless it’s almost like I DESERVE to get it, you know? Just another stupid bottom thinking with his hole. And whether he fucks me or not, nothing is gonna change this.” I feel Ken’s cock twitch and jump in my hand as I say all this. I then casually reach into my back pack and get out the lube and poppers. Ken’s breath hitches in his chest. I open the lube and start slathering his massive member. Ken’s eyes don’t leave mine. “So, this guy finally relents. I lube him up, open my shorts, lube my hole a bit, then get on top of him,” i say as I climbing onto his bed and mimicking all the actions coming out of my mouth, “and take a massive hit of poppers because I know I’m gonna need them.” I hit the poppers hard. “And then I slowly— finally— lowered myself onto him,” I whispered. It was like being torn open. Even with the poppers, Ken’s cock was huge. Easily the biggest I’d ever taken in my life to that point. It was the thick part just past the head that was the trick. I had to pull off, relube him, hit more poppers and slowly inch my way through that thick part as my hole burned in protest. Then there was a ‘pop’ as that thick spot suddenly breached my hole, and it got easier. I slid all the way down. Ken hissed as I hilted myself onto his dick. His hands found my hips. “The guy’s cock was massive, but I’d wanted it for so long inside me that I took it like a champ. And then I started riding him slowly. I wanted him to feel every inch of my insides and know that I wanted him there.” I rode Ken slowly up and down, getting myself used to his dick. Occasionally I stopped for poppers. “This guy had told me stories about his past… how much ass he’d fucked. I just hope mine would live up to the others. And, truth be told, I loved the fact that his dick had been in so many guys and it was finally my turn.” “I know this guy said he was conflicted about fucking me, but his raging hardon said otherwise. He loved it. And I know that in his secret heart of hearts, that he loved breeding guys with his poz seed. He loved fucking bare and dumping his toxic DNA into as many asses as would take it. Breeding all these guys who would never ask for a condom. Never ask about status. Just take whatever load in their cumhungry cunts. I know he didn’t like to admit it to himself and he probably felt ashamed for doing it. And even more ashamed for being so goddamn turned on by the idea that he’s infected dozens, if not hundreds of guys by now.” “Yeaaaaaah,” Ken moaned quietly as I continued to ride him. “I told this guy that it was ok. I understood. We all had that biological urge to procreate, and this was our way. Making sure a little bit of us lived on in others. And I told him I was a willing vessel. In fact, I wanted him to cum in me. I wanted it to be HIS cum that infected me. I didn’t want to be like he was and not know where the virus came from. I wanted the moment to be memorable. I wanted to KNOW. And I wanted him to know that he was the one.” I was riding the full length of Ken at this point. I had opened up to where his cock was plunging into my second ring on each thrust and I was leaking precum into my gym shorts with every bounce on his cock. Ken was helping guide me as he grabbed my hips. “Do it Ken. Cum in me! Fill me! I want you to be the one! Please??? Be the one who knocks me up!” Ken’s eyes flicked open and he grabbed my hips hard as he thrust up into me. His cock was buried well up into my second ring when I felt the pulses. The throbs. The wet heat. Ken’s AIDS cum was shooting so deep into me that I knew it would take. And I filled my gym shorts with my own seed as I spontaneously came from the knowledge that I was taking a living part of Ken and continuing the line. Ken shuddered and we stayed welded together until his cock had softened enough to easily come out of my ass. As I pulled off of him I bent down and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Thank you,” I whispered. I got off the bed, grabbed a wash cloth and started to clean him off. There was a little blood on the rag after I washed off his dick. He saw it and his eyes got big and I could see him wondering if he had hurt me. “Dude, you have a massive cock- the biggest that’s ever been in me. I was expecting this. Maybe next time I’ll be a bit more loosened up.” And I smiled at him as I went to the wash room to clean myself up. Ken and I fucked a few more times, but it wasn’t long before his health took a turn and before I knew it, he was gone. At least I got to be by his side when he left this world; for that I’m grateful. And yes, I did get sick after our fuck sessions. Sure enough, I had caught the ‘fuck flu’. Testing confirmed it. Given the timing, I knew it was Ken’s doing. And I was grateful for that ,too. I kept volunteering at the hospice after that. I mean, it wasn’t like Ken was the only guy I spent time with during my visits, but Ken was the only one I had cultivated a fuck relationship with. Until Mark. One evening I was visiting Mark and as I was preparing to read to him he stopped me. “Um, I was wondering if you could maybe read this tonight instead,” he asked. He pulled out the magazine of erotic fiction that I had given Ken for our sessions, and he handed it to me. I smiled. “Uh, Ken said that you would read to him out of this and it was very, um… stimulating. I was hoping that maybe we could do the same?” Yes Mark. I was positive that we could do the same.

Luke was in shock. Who the fuck had written this? Was it real? Had someone in his family, possibly his dad, had some life changing gay experience in the late 1970s? On top of that, had they then written about it in explicit detail in a journal? Luke felt a little weird being so turned on by the story given it was almost certainly someone he was related to writing it but also his cock was hard, he was covered in sweat and now all he could think about was raw cock. He flicked through the pages of the journal reading a few more of the dates and headlines. November 10, 1977 – The baths June 25, 1978 – Pride July 4, 1978 – Fire Island March 2, 1979 ­The last entry was for April 11th 1979. Luke read the first paragraph, a little knot in the pit of his stomach thinking about the time period and where they were in history. Please don’t like the hottest thing he’s ever read end in someone dying… Its sad to see Brett’s room empty. After all this time living together it’ll be weird not just having him around. But! It gives me an excuse to go to San Francisco to see him. Not to mention a whole new world of guys for us to enjoy. Oh thank fuck, Luke thought. Great, Brett moves away after three years of hot fucking. Luke picked up the stack of pictures again and leafed through them till he found the one he had been holding before. The blond with shoulder length mess hair, and heavy cock flopping onto his leg. He flipped the picture over. In the same tidy clear handwriting as the journal in all lowercase letters was written: brett 1978. This was him. This was Brett. Luke leaned back against a trunk he had already emptied, looked around the attic, and unbuttoned his shorts. With the photo propped next to him, and his own cock now uncovered and completely hard, he began to read again If that was the only time maybe I could have just written it off as a fluke. The heat, the beer, the closeness, the excitement and fear of a blackout across the whole city. But I can’t really use that excuse for waking up in Brett’s arms hard again. I can’t use it as I knowingly pushed back against his morning wood, feeling his erection rub between my cheeks as he slowly woke up. And I definitely can’t use it for accepting his kiss as he growled and turned my head to him. The passion was still there, but there was a familiarity now. This was a kiss that came with a history. His tongue pressed past my lips and I opened my mouth to let him in. I knew this tongue now, and it was comforting to feel his body against mine. His hands slid up and down my body, one finding my nipple and giving it a little twist. I gasped. Brett’s morning wood had turned into a raging erection full of heat and lust. His precum was making my cheeks slick as he ground it against my ass. I remember arching my back, I wanted it. I felt his cock catch on my hole, and pushed back against it. Brett growled at me and broke our kiss. He brought his hand to his mouth, spit onto his fingered and primed his cock. I felt the blunt pressure again. This time it was easier. I still felt slick, was his load from the night before still inside me? This time I pushed back as he pressed inside me, my hole gave way faster and his cock head sprung inside me. I groaned. I knew what to expect this time, and the waves crashed over me as before. I rocked back. I wanted him inside me. One of Brett’s hands was on my hip, guiding me, controlling my rhythm. The other, trapped beneath our bodies had a tight hold on my nipple, keeping me in place. He began to fuck me very slowly, tenderly. “God you feel so fucking good,” I said, as he kissed the back of my neck. “Your ass feels even better the second time. You know how to take my cock now.” “Brett, is this what its always like?” “What?” “Is this what its always like with another man, does it always feel this good?” “If you like this,” he whispered in my ear, “there is a whole world of fun I can introduce you too.” I groaned and pushed back onto his cock. Brett took control again, and rolled us so he was on top of me, my chest flat on the bed and my legs spread. He had one of his arms tight across my chest pulling me up into him, and the other braced forward. He drove his cock deep inside me with a steady rocking motion. My own cock was being ground into the mattress, making a big wet puddle of precum. He rocked me back, I was on my knees now and his hands were on my hips. He was hammering me. With long hard strokes he pounded his boner into me. The slapping of flash was back, and we both started to sweat again. The heat in the room was stifling, the power was still off, and the fan in the window say motionless. The still stale air began to wreak of sweat, and man, and sex. It is the hottest thing I have ever smelled. It turned me on more than anything with a girl ever had. I was harder than I have had been in my entire life as my best friend fucked me for the second time. I still hadn’t really stopped to think about what it all meant. Does this make me gay? Is Brett gay? What does that make us. Really it all felt so good that I didn’t stop to think about what we were doing till this afternoon when I was walking to work. I spent my whole shift thinking about it, I’m sure I fucked up several people’s orders because I was so distracted. I just kept thinking about Brett, and his cock, and my hole. I still feel tender. I guess that’s probably normal for someone who’s been fucked like four times a day for three days. I thought that I had to take a shit at work today, sat down on the toilet and all that came out was a literal river of Brett’s cum. I got hard right there in the bathroom and jerked off looking at his loads in the bowl. That’s when I bought this silly thing. I saw the journal at a news stand by the train and just grabbed it. But writing about it, thinking about how that morning Brett hand pushed me forward so my ass was in the air and pummeled my hole with his cock, has just gotten me horny all over again. I’m laying here in my room, naked and hard, thinking about the drops of sweat falling onto my back from his chest and he got closer and closer to orgasm. Jesus - maybe that’s my answer. Brett had said he could show me a new life, and over the past few days he’s shown me how good it can feel to be fucked, maybe I should let him. Maybe my answer is to just explore with him. Just thinking about how he roared and shot another massive load into me before collapsing on the bed, his big cock still hard and shining with cum and ass juice has me leaking precum. I wish I was sitting on his cock now. Fuck – that’s the truth, I want to sit on his cock, just like I did that morning. After he had cum, and was laying there, his arms behind his head basking in his orgasm. I had climbed on top of him and sat down on his still hard cock. It slid in easily, I was open now and full of his load. I jerked off while riding him. If I rocked in just the right way the head of his cock hit something inside me that made my balls pull tight to my body. The waves kept crashing as I stroked my cock and finally felt my orgasm spill out of me. I think it was probably the biggest load I had ever shot. It just kept happening, and quickly all of Brett’s chest hair was matted down with my load. “God you’re fucking sexy,” he said and pulled me close for a kiss. Our chests pressed together, smearing my load between us. His cock was still lodged in my ass and I felt it twitch. He started to rock up into me, his cock perfectly hard. “Again?” he asked. “Right now?” He made his cock pulse. I kissed him and whispered, “Yes.” Luke’s own cock throbbed and he started to shoot long ropes of cum up onto his chest. He leaned back, allowing his orgasm to crash over him. He looked at the photo of Brett, wondering where he was now, and wishing that the hot blond was pumping a load into him. As his orgasm subsided Luke noticed that the shadows had started to elongate and expand in the attic. It was late in the afternoon and the sun had moved to where only a small sliver spilled in through the small round windows. He looked around for something to clean up with, there wasn’t really much of anything. On an impulse he grabbed the old jockstrap and wiped his chest off with it. He held the journal for a minute, deciding if he should take it home with him. No, he thought, this was more fun, illicit somehow. He’d keep it here and use it to get off when he was bored cleaning the attic. He packed it back into the box with the magazines and the photos, but pocketed the now damp yellowed jock. He stashed the box in a corner, and grabbing his t-shirt climbed down the ladder. He locked up the house and drove back to his parents’ house. “How’d it go?” Asked Luke’s mom as he walked into the kitchen, “Wow you are filthy, and you reek.” “Thanks mom, hello to you too.” She rolled her eyes and smiled. “Here,” she handed him a beer and said, “go have a shower, dinner will be ready soon.” “Cool. Oh,” he put the box with the wedding dress on the kitchen island, “look what I found.” Gingerly his mother opened the old worn box and brushed aside the tissue paper. “Oh my God, is that?” “Grandma’s wedding dress, I think so.” “I can’t believe you found that. Your aunt’s been looking for it for ages. Luke, thank you.” “Ok, I’m off to shower.” Luke traipsed off upstairs slugging the cold beer as he went. Standing under the cool water of the shower Luke started to think again about the journal, who had it been? Who had Brett been fucking. He ran his hands down his body to his steadily stiffening cock. Leaning back against the cool tile wall of the shower he started to stroke himself again. The water cascading down his recently acquired pecs, and playing in his own bush. He thought about the big blond man with the broad hairy chest and cock that even when soft looked meaty and thick. He thought about how good it would feel to have Brett slide inside of him. How he was almost jealous of the author getting to experience that as his first cock. Luke’s first time had been good but they guy hadn’t been like Brett. He was quicker and less loving than Brett. Though, Luke thought, he had certainly been good enough to awaken the same hunger in him that the author had felt. After that first fuck it had been less than a week before Luke was googling gay dating apps and making a profile. That night he had taken a Lift to a guy’s house. He’d had Grindr for less than a day, and he was already hooking up. That guy had been Luke’s first taste of daddy cock. The 47-year-old, mustached, bear had tossed Luke onto his bed almost as soon as he got in the door. He bent Luke over and pulled the boys cheeks apart diving in as if Luke’s ass were an oasis in the desert. He hadn’t intended to take the man’s load, his first hookup had used a condom, Luke figured that was safer, but as the big bear tongued Luke’s hole his concerns about the real world had drifted away. He had arched back and pushed himself onto the bear’s cock when it was rubbed on his hole. As it slid inside him, stretching his almost virgin hole around its girth, Luke had been concerned with only how good it felt. It really wasn’t until he was in the Lift home, his own load still clinging to his chest, that he had thought about what the wet sticky feeling between his cheeks meant. He had panicked a little, run to the bathroom as soon as he got into the dorm, and pushed the bear’s load out. Seeing how much cum had been inside him made his cock stir too. A few days later Luke was back at the bear’s house, flat on his back taking another massive load. That had been the end of Luke’s condom use. He liked it raw. He wanted the guys loads. He was snapped out of his reverie by a knock on the door. “Dinner’s ready, come on,” his mother said from the other side of the door. “Ok, just a minute.” Luke looked down at his hard cock in his soapy fist and sighed, “to be continued.” He rinsed and dried off, padding barefoot with a towel wrapped around him across the little hallway to his room. He pulled his underwear drawer open, at first reaching for some comfy boxer briefs for the evening, but changing his mind when he spotted an old pair of white briefs at the back. He pulled them on, feeling how snugly they fit. Was this how Brett and the mysterious author had felt in their briefs? Luke had a hard time not glancing at his dad as they sat at dinner. Was he the author? Had he been the one getting fucked by Brett’s dick? Did they have more in common that Luke had thought? “Are you ok?” His mother asked as they all finished their food. “Huh? Oh yeah fine, just tired. That attic is hot.” “Take a Gatorade from the garage when you go upstairs,” his dad said. “Yeah, good idea. I’m gonna grab one and go lay down. I barely made a dent today.” Luke drained the whole Gatorade before he even made it all the way upstairs. He refilled the bottle with water in the bathroom and flopped down on his bed. He lay there, looking up at the ceiling for a long minute. He really was tired, the heat and the moving was exhausting, but his mind was stuck on the journal and the pictures. He stripped off down to his briefs, and lay on top of his covers. He turned off the ceiling fan, letting the air settle around him. He cracked a window letting the warm summer air into the room. His hand slid down his chest and stomach, slipping under the elastic of his briefs to the base of his cock. It had never completely deflated after his shower and the blood quickly flowed back into the shaft. With one hand behind his head, the light smell of man drifting from his pit, he jerked off again. His mind filled with images of Brett and the mysterious author. He put himself into the story, feeling Brett’s body pressed against him. Imagining Brett now as one of the older guys Luke has been bred by at school. He shot another big load over himself. He wiped most of it off with a towel and feel asleep. Images of the men from the photos drifting through his dreams all night.

This daddy is on a t binge and completely ruined 2 twinks holes

I was off work so I decided to go to the local sauna. I am normally a top so my hole is very tight. I was in one of the dark rooms and started to play with a hot bear who had a huge thick cock. We played for a bit and stopped as he didn’t want to cum too soon. Anyhow I went to the glory holes and to my surprise this guy was in there an put his very large cock through the hole. I started to suck it and then decided I wanted it up my arse. I got him nice and hard then lubed his cock and my hole and turned around and opened my arse cheeks to take his cock. He thrust and got it in about half way, I started to move my arse up and down it, I was like a man possessed. It was really horny, if a little painful with his huge cock. He pulled out and left the GH. I needed cock so I opened the door and there was an older guy stroking his hard cock (it was average size) and as I had been opened up I simply impaled myself on his cock. I rode it and milked it with my arse, which I was surprised I could as the last time I bottomed was about 10 years ago when I was pozzed. The guy came in me and let out a moan. I sat on him for a few minutes more and stood up. I noticed another older guy was watching and I scooped the dribbling cum from my arse and started to wank him. By now he was hard and I simply turned around and he fucked me and added his cum to the previous load. I felt like a right slut but I really enjoyed my bottom experience. I’ve booked myself onto a bareback fuck weekend in blackpool but now wondering if I should top or bottom? I guess I could do one day for each? Any thoughts from other vers guys?

I have developed a good friendship with a clerk / now owner at one of the bookstores in my town. He is about 12 or 14 years older than me. When I was younger he used to give me tokens and discounts on store items. We did play together both in the store and his home. Over the years we became more friends and haven't played together for many years. He does give the scoop on some of the patrons that frequent the bookstore. He knows the ones that have the big cocks, the Tops and the bottoms, the kinky ones, the cautious ones, straight, gay, bi and the he will even point out the ones he knows that are HIV+. Which is a nice thing cause he knows I like to play with Poz guys. Being there all day and sometimes night long he does chat with many of the patrons and gets to know a little about them. If I am there and someone comes in that he knows we would be compatible he will direct them to me and the booth I'm in. So I guess it isn't a bad thing to be friends or at least friendly with the ABS clerks.

First gangbang I ever had was in the dark room at Club 80. 7 guys (4 up my ass and 3 down my throat).

Ffs, be honest with your relationship with your BF. Its obvious you dont give a shit about him or his health. You are choosing BB sex like we all do, knowing it has its risks. What choice does he have? None. Im all for sex adventures, but at least my partners knew at the time. Its then their choice either to stay or leave the relationship. Hope you get found out, but you seem to selfish to bother.

I, too, loved this tale. For those who get off on Hospice stories, I've written several which are in this forum. Let me know if you like them.

What garsento said pretty much covered what happened with me. I started sucking dick in my late teens and didn't start getting fucked until my early to mid twenties. Mind you growing up during the height of the Aids epidemic I always fucked covered until one time horned up by poppers and ready to fuck but the guy didn't have a rubber and told him just fuck me. Now even after that I mostly fucked covered. Jump some years later I get my diagnosis that I'm poz. I withdrew from a lot of people thinking my life is over and that I'm unclean and a load of bullshit. Now I rather enjoy fucking and I leave the choice of raw or covered up to the guy though my preference is raw. I find the experience kinda not quite liberating (truth be told I rather wish I could've avoided it but I knew the risk) but more of "that's one less thing to worry about". I wouldn't say I'm a slut but I do enjoy sex and I'm less finicky than before.Now I'm not advocating that one should go get pozzed that is a personal decision but get on PREP which wasn't available at the time for me and you can still have that feeling without the drama that comes with being poz

The goal is to be able to smoke t and be paid to fuck hot neg holes for eternity

I can relate to the dark room seen. I’ve been there when you just walk in and can’t see yet but you can feel hands fondling you. I love when a cock finds it’s way in my ass when I cannot see who is fucking me.

I’ve messaged you, the place was recommended by someone on here 😈

This morning from my boyfriend who had been away all week. I wasn’t really feeling it after my fun on Friday and still feeling a bit sore but I have my duties. Haha He started by rimming my hole which he did he did question and say it looked red and puffy. I told him I had been using the toys he got me and some of them are pretty big. He loves it when I use toys on myself and it really turns him on. So I sucked him off and then he fucked me. Pretty rough and hard. He’s about 8 inches and got a nice girth to it. Didn’t take him long to shoot his load in me. We had coffee and then he wanted to to again. He used toys on my hole this time and it took him a lot longer to cum. I’d imagine he will try again this afternoon. I didn’t cum this morning. He didn’t want me to and he likes telling me when I can and can’t cum which I admit turns me on. My hole is well and truly been used this weekend.

I can see where you might think it was a set up. I guess it has the potential of being a set up. One could say maybe he was uncomfortable meeting at your place where you would have the advantage of a set up situation for him. I'm sure he likes to meet in a semi public place to make himself feel a little more safe. I know as for myself I absolutely hate the very first meet with someone. The stress of all the unknowns can be overwhelming. One time I had set up a meet with a guy at his house. When I showed up and was walking up his driveway he exited his house and led me over to the garage which had a loft apartment over the top of it. We walked down a narrow walkway between the garage and a fence to the side door to gain access to the loft apartment and when he opened the door there were many things like a ladder and other items blocking the doorway. It was obvious the loft hadn't been used in a while and being really nervous to begin with the thoughts that went through my head freaked me out. I pictured things like you see in the movies (LOL). So I told the guy "no thanks" and headed back to my car and got the hell out of there. It was almost a year later and we chatted again and ended up hooking up and had a great time. I did mention to him what I felt the time before and he understood why I acted the way I did and we had a good laugh about it. We both had a good time together a few times after that then craigslist changed and made it difficult to hook up. So whether it was a set up or just a cautious first meet there is nothing wrong with going with your gut feeling. It's listening to those gut feelings that keeps a person safe.

21. Steven moved Blake out of the way and started to run his fingers around the base of the plug. He was trying to work them inside me too. Slowly he pressed his lube slick fingers in, pulling my hole open around the plug. I groaned as one slipped in. It felt impossible that I was this open but all the abuse had made it possible. My hole just gave way to the new assault and soon Steven had two fingers slipping in and out of me next to the plug. They had been serious about destroying me. Then he was pulling the plug out of me. I felt empty as the snake like toy fell from my hole. I could tell that I was open and gaped. Mercifully though I was not empty long. Steve’s fingers quickly returned to my hole. He easily slid four fingers inside me, twisting them around. He splayed them, pushing the edges of my hole further apart still. Two fingers from his other hand slipped in next to his twisting fingers. I moaned as he pulled me open. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Blake still naked and hard with a phone in his hand recording Steve working my ass open. He grinned when he realized I had seen him. “Focus on me,” Steve said, and started to push a single spear shaped hand into my hole. I took a deep breath. Steve pulled his hand from my hole and then pushed back in, matching my breath. Each time it felt like a little more of his hand slipped in. “We’re at the widest point now, a few more breaths and you’ll have my whole hand in your cunt. You want that don’t you?” “Yes! Please. Fist me.” “Deep breath, and then let it out real slowly.” He relaxed the pressure on my hole, backing his hand off. As I breathed in again he started once more to push, the pressure mounting. I held my breath for a moment, and then very slowly let it out. Then it happened. My hole gave way. The knuckle of his thumb burst inside me, and suddenly he was wrist deep inside me. I was being fisted. Something half way between a scream and a moan burst from my lips as my hole expanded further than ever before. My soft tender guts were not split apart with the rough skin of Steve’s hand. Tight in its cage my cock throbbed and a big thick spurt of cum pumped from out onto my balls. It was the most extraordinary feeling. “Good job, your cunt looks so good wrapped around my wrist.” “Fuck,” was all I could moan back. “I’m going to fuck you now,” Steve said in a calm voice. He pulled his hand back slowly, pulling against the taught muscles of my hole. My body opened around his hand again, and tried unsuccessfully to snap back around his fingers as they slipped out. I could feel myself gape, I knew that my guys were exposed by my slack hole. Then the fingers were back. They once more forced me open. This time it was easier, my body knew what to do. My hole opened around Steve’s invading fingers, spread wide for the knuckle and let his fist inside me once more. Again a guttural sound was forced out of my as my hole was invaded. I shook a little. Steve didn’t pause this time. Slowly and deliberately he pulled his hand from my hole, then at the same pace he forced it back inside me. With each new level of sluttiness or width of stretched there came a moment of being lost, where my whole body, my whole life, seemed to slip away and all that I was was a hole. As Steve’s hand truly began to fuck me, all be it slowly at first, I found myself drifting away. My hole, and his hand were the only important things in the world. I forgot about Blake and the camera, I forgot about the cage on my cock, I forgot about Mike leading me down this path, all I could think about was the hand pushing inside my guts again and again. I was once more a blathering idiot, spewing an incoherent slur of fucks, yes’s, and use mes. Steve was picking up the pace, and Blake was filming the whole thing. He was not shooting over Steve’s shoulder looking down at my trashed hole. As Steve’s pace increased and my hole became more and more slack I felt a pressure building inside me. It wasn’t quite like an orgasm building, but similar. In the put of my stomach a hard mass was forming, pushing down against my guts as they were penetrated and stretched. Yet it wasn’t painful, it was that coming up to the edge of a cliff feeling, that moment where the pleasure tips just to this side of pain, and then, my cock erupted. This time, however, it wasn’t cum. Piss sprayed out of my cock in one long spurt. I tried to stop, tried to cover myself, but Steve stopped me with his free hand. “No, that’s how a bottom like you cums when he’s being fisted,” Steve said, “your body needs it, let it out.” He let go of my hand, and punched his fist into me a few more times. I basically screamed, my body going limp, and spurt after spirt of piss spewed from my cock. Steve and I were both covered when my bladder was finally fucked empty. I was panting, as piss dripped off my body onto Steve’s desk. He didn’t care so neither did I. Slowly, he pulled his hand from my hole with a wet flop. “Fuck, you did so well,” Steve said, leaning forward to kiss me. “That was amazing,” Blake added. “How does your hole feel?” “Fucking destroyed,” I responded. “Your cunt looks so good, gaped and red, with a little drop of cum leaking out of it.” “Thank you Sir.” “Do you think you can take some more?” “What do you have in mind Sir?” “Before your hole starts to tighten up,” he moved to the chair and sat down, “come sit on my cock and we’ll get one more load in you before sending you home.” “Fuck yes,” I said, and got off the desk as quick as my sore legs would let me. I straddled my boss and sat down. It took nothing to slide him inside me, my loose hole opened wide and his thick cock slid in. We both let out an appreciative groan as my warm guts enveloped his hard cock again. Blake was soon behind me, I had guessed this was where it was going, and pressed his cock into me too. The three of us breathed as one, as they fucked me again. I was a rag doll at this point, worn down and tired, my hole stretched wide once more. I was begging them to use me, to pump me full of their cum. They soon both obliged me, and I was once more treated to the sensation of hot sperm being pumped inside my hole. This time, however, I was so slack that it was hard to keep it in. It was worth it though to have experience then destruction they wrought on my hole. That was the end of our day, they helped me up. We got dressed, all kissed at the door, and headed out of the office at just after five. I felt like I couldn’t walk right. I gave up on the train and called a car home. I don’t think I said much of anything to the driver, I was in such a daze the whole way. When I got home Mike was sitting on the couch naked apart from his cage. I stripped at the door, and walked over to where he sat. I straddled his lap, and kissed him deep as a greeting. “What was that for?” He said grinning, his hands holding my bare ass cheeks. “Showing me the way.” “What happened to you today?” “Feel my hole and see if you can guess.” Mike’s hand traveled from my cheeks to my wet abused cunt, and his fingers slipped in. “Fuuuuuck,” he groaned, probing the edges of my gaping hole, “you’re fucking destroyed. Did you get fisted or something.” I kissed him again, “By my boss.” “Jesus, I love the new you.” “Me too,” I paused, “I don’t want my key back. I don’t need to wait till the end of the week. I want to be like this forever.” “I guessed that would be your decision.” Now it was his turn to kiss me. “Come on pig, I’m going to open you back up and fist you myself.” This is where our story ends - at least for now. I hope you all enjoyed and I'm happy to have inspired a few of you to dust off your cages and lock up. Remember, there is freedom in giving up your cock and becoming a hole - give in.

Punched a young guys V-card the other day. Partner was away (hooking up with his fwb), so I had this young guy over. He was really eager but wanted to use condoms. I said if that was the case, we just wouldn’t do anal. He was really eager though, so eventually he just started riding my cock bare. We fucked most of the afternoon, shot two more loads in him. He was kinda all over the place, you could tell he was a little green. Then, as he’s putting on his shoes he says “you’re my first ever hook up!” And I was like what? “But you’ve had sex before right?” And he says, “nope. Never did anal”

Me too.. I been to a few meets where Im in a brightly lit room to undress then enter a dark room and close the door. By the time I my eyes start adjusting im already grabbed by a bunch of hands put on a bed or floor and feel the lub as the fucking starts. Love dark rooms!!

I know you weren't - and it's all good! 🙂 Too much information (as long as it's correct) is better than not enough. I'm due for my 6-monthly test at my clinic. Going to ask them if MPX vaccine is available yet (Melbourne, Australia).

thanks for reactions, you want mor of this story?

Gave it to my fukkin fist - aGAIN 😠 But, there's light at the end of this tunnel too - only another week for me.

Just curious since you mention you’ve never been topped- have you ever used toys or done anything to open up your ass before? I’m not trying to put a damper on your fun, just being pragmatic here… going from having never been fucked before to taking a 10 inch cock for the first time is like trying to run a marathon when you’ve never run a day in your life. Not saying don’t do it. By all means- go for it! My advice would be this- let him know ahead of time (if you haven’t already) that you’ve never been fucked before and you REALLY need him to take it easy on you the first time. If he’s a patient top and he wants to be in you bad enough, he will do just that. But also, be realistic in your expectations of what this encounter may be like. There’s a possibility that no matter how gentle he is on you, his cock will be just too big for your virgin hole and the pain will far outweigh any pleasure and you may have to stop. If he does manage to get inside you and you are liking it, it will likely be a slow shallow fuck the first time. Forget any porn type images you might have in your mind of a giant cock deep stroking your hole hard and deep, that is extremely unlikely to happen the first time. All that said, best of luck and have fun! Again, don’t set any expectations in your head, just enjoy the ride and whatever comes of it. Maybe this guy will be down to train your hole to be able to take him over a period of time.

…. without pause, Billy walked over to the desk and grabbed the ice bucket walking to the bathroom. I followed behind him taking in his small hairless body, breathing in the stench, my brain already working furiously, contemplating the sex that was to be had. For a man of his size, Billy had a big flaccid uncut cock, that he held as he began to fill the bucket with his highly charged, dark yellow chem piss. In no time at all the bucket was filled, and without hesitation I got on my knees and moved his cock into my mouth and began to guzzle what was left in his bladder. It was crude for sure and I was choking on it but I drank it anyway and we set the piss bucket on the floor. “Dam, Mr. insurance man, looks like you’re as big a pig as me,” Billy chuckled, “and I’m the biggest pig I know.” I was so fucked up and furiously turned on, pulling back his foreskin, god this was rude, but all I could do was cockslobber and deep throat his ever swelling dirty dick. Billy pulled his dripping cock out of my throat, walked back into the room and came back to the bathroom with the box of toys that he had rescued. He dumped the entire box into the bathtub and I just sat there on the cold wet tile, panting, and staring at all the devices to make our pig sex significant. Billy turned on the tub, got down on his knees, and begin washing off the mud from his toy collection. Without thinking about it I got down behind him, pulled his ass cheeks wide apart and began eating his ass out for all I was worth. It was just horrible, but spun as I was I didn’t care, the animal in me was roaring. Billy kept moaning and groaning and finally I came up for air, his reek and musk throughly impregnating me now. “I wanna eat you some now,” Billy suggested. As twisted as I was, I was a bit hesitant. Many years on the road had given me a real case of “roids” and I didn’t think any man would want to go down on that. Besides, I hadn’t exactly had time to clean out and prepare to bottom. I explained this to Billy, who of course just laughed and said “let me be the judge of that.” Oh my God was I really going to let this happen? Well fuck yeah I figured why not and we switched places, me looking at all the wet toys in the tub, while Billy gave me the rimming of a lifetime, my cock so hard and full of desire. Not being into full on scat, it was fortunate that I spied a big red bag, hose and nozzle still intact laying there in the bathtub. When Billy came up for air I suggested that we use it to clean ourselves out, at least a bit so that we could get up in each other‘s ass - full on. Billy didn’t care in the least but was agreeable, and so we filled the bag and I took the first turn, holding in the full volume and then sitting on the toilet and letting it go. All the while Billy was between my legs sucking my dick. It was so nasty it was so perverted I was so spun and so in lust. Then we switched. Billy took the whole bag in a heartbeat, sat down on the throne to release it, and in the ultimate trill of insanity I deep throated his cock, as he leaked t-piss down my throat. When I thought that we couldn’t get anymore high and turned on, Billy suggested that we each take a cup of T-piss and bump it and so we did. Only this time, instead of shitting it out down the hatch, first Billy and then I took turns squatting in the tub, the other backing up to our faces and pushing our noxious fluids into each other’s mouths. I was officially crushed, sweating furiously, breathing the stink deeply and so mindlessly hard and ready for the real play to begin. And so, by the looks of it, was Billy. As we got on with the business of having pure unfiltered animal sex, lasting all through the night, I kept reminding myself that there were many visits to come, delivering insurance proceeds, checking on progress and having as much of this pig party as I could handle. Billy, the trailer park trash of my dreams, became my whole reality.

The meet: So I got the text from him and he said wear old sweats a tee shirt and boxers. He texted bring extra clothing. I have been asked this before and now I got really hot i think i know what is going to happen. I got there he answered the door and there were another guy in the room. I walked in and they introduce themselves and one of them pulled my shirt and made me go to the bed. On the bed was some toys and straps. They were wearing robes and when they took them off they were wearing full leather outfits. Friggin hot looking guys. One of them got behind me and grabbed my arm and put handcuffs on me and push me on the bed he climbed up and tied one of the straps to the chain on the handcuffs pulled me up so I was laying on the bed he tightened the handcuffs and got off. Then the other guy had long bar that had handcuffs on each end and handcuffed my ankles to the bar then strapped the bar to the strap on the bed. I was getting hot with my leggs spread and hands cuffed. They flipped me over then they were rubbing my ass and leggs and they pull my sweats down halfway over my ass. I got scared a bit i saw one with a knife come over to me. He cut my sweats and they started to rip my sweats apart. I can feel my leggs were exposed and then they tore my underwear apart they started to rub my ass spread my cheeks and felt one starting to eat my ass. They put a rag over my face and i got a bit of a rush and dizziness. I felt pillows get shoved under me and one of them pulled my ass up for more pillows. Then one of them tore more of my clothes off and the other put lube on my hole and was rubbing my hole slipping a finger or two in it. Then i felt something fairly large slip in. It hurt a little but slowly went in. Then thay stroked it once it was in deep.I was feeling hot as they were fucking me with the toy. The pulled it outnand got eaten again. Felt a few hard smacks on the ass and was told we are going to fuck you. One of them got on the bed and pulled my shirt and tore it. Then pulled in what was left hard and started to choke me as his hard dick rammed in my ass. He started to pump hard and fast pulling on my shredded shirt and then other guy mouthed fucked me. He pushed my head deep into his dick as i was gagging. He laughed as he was thrusting his cock in my mouth and said swallow my cock. The other was thrusting hard and fast in my ass. This was going on for a long time and I felt a throbbing cock as he moaned very loud. The other guy pulled out of my mouth and came over and jumped in and stuck his cock in me and pumped wild. I can hear he was excited buy his sounds and breathing. Now i was also sucking a wet cock as he blew another load in my mouth.. Tasted good as I was told to swallow. The got the other very hot he pounded my ass hard. Then I heard him moan and he said here I go. I felt his dick throbbing as he layed on me breathing hard. My wrist and ankles were killing me at this point and I was a wreck. They got up and sat on the couch and were talking to each other. I laid there watching them talk and couldn't move. They were talking for some time sitting there watching porn and smoking. One of the guys got up and flipped me over. He played with my cock and balls and he stuck his a few fingers in my dripping hole then pushed them in far. I felt more fingers go in deeper and deeper. The other guy can over and watched as he was stroking himself. I felt some lube and it burnt a bit. He must have had all fingers in my hole. He was working my hole for some time then all of his fingers must have been in there. Then all of a sudden I felt a huge rush got hard as hell then I exploded all over i must have yelled had a hand over my mouth! He definitely hit something in my hole! It actually wiped me out I exploded so hard then I heard the one guy say its I got it almost in as he laughed. He pulled out his hand and I erupted again.. wow They unstraped the bar and pulled it up and bent my legges back. The one guy watching shoved his cock in me and started pumping hard and didnt last but a few minutes and blew a load in me. They dropped the bar and I laid there as they went back to the couch. I laid there almost comatose for a bit and actually fell asleep. I got woken up by them undoing the handcuffs. They helped me up and walked me to the couch and sat between them. I was thirsty and ask if i can get some water. One of them said I have something for u to drink now. He pulled his cock. I like what they said so I got on my knees and started to suck him then felt and tasted little piss then a big stream came out as i was swallowing his piss. Trying to keep up with the amount but had a slight sweet taste. The other guy said my turn I crawled over and started to suck. He didn't waste time he streamed a large amount in my mouth i squeezed his dick to slow it down then released to finish. I wasn't thirsty any more.. Sat back down with them. We watched a little more porn and I was stroking one of the guys.. He got hard and i got up and sat on it took it deep and sat on his lap. I was moving around with it deep and leaned back as he was biting my back and felt him blow a load.. he put his arm around me and pulled me back to him tight. I sat there for a little. The other guy said he was tired and got up to get my close and came over for me to dress. I got dress they gave me a hug and kiss and I left.

Part 2 - My Cummy Sweater My erection popped through my shorts as I ran to Dolores. While stopped at a stoplight a few blocks away, I let some random drunk young twink with black hair tug at it. “Can I suck it?” He slurred as the walking man lit up. “I’m heading to Dolores. Wanna come?” “I’ll cum if you fuck me.” He said sloppily with a naughty smile. “Ok. Maybe I’ll see you there.” I jetted off running, unsure if he would join but not really caring. That young horny slut followed, almost keeping pace as I plowed up the hill. I plopped on the bench where Nico had fucked me, feeling the weight of the air as I caught my breath. I looked out at the city skyline, jerked my cock a bit, and waited a minute or so for the twink to join me. “You better give me that dick,” the twink announced himself as he panted over to the bench. He dramatically crashed on this knees in front of the bench and splayed his arms out over the seat. “Why did you make me do that?!” I laughed and rubbed the back of his head affectionately as he rested it on his arm. “A little bit of privacy. Unless you want me to fuck you on a busy street corner.” “It’s the Castro. No one gives a shit.” “Not wrong.” The twink abruptly stood up and started to shed his clothing. I had to get up to steady him and prevent him from clumsily tumbling down the hill as he wrangled with his jeans. He was a bit shorter than me at 5’7” or so, super skinny with a fat ass and an uncut 6” cock. He had no body hair from what I could tell. “How old are you?” I inquired. “19.” I didn’t want to be a jerk, but I knew I needed to verify. “ID?” “Really?” He turned around and bent over with his butt cheeks rubbing my erect cock. He was just reaching down to get his ID from his jeans, but this contact made me pray he wasn’t lying about his age. He handed me his ID. “I think you’ll find everything is in order officer.” I did the mental math and realized it was made easy by the date. “Good! Happy 19th Birthday Dae-Hyun!” He laughed. I knew I must have butchered his name. “Thanks. Just call me Dae.” “I’m Julius.” I leaned down to kiss him. Dae’s lips were soft and wet and opened wide to allow my tongue inside. He grabbed the back of my neck, lifted himself to the tips of his toes and kissed me. We laid down in the wet grass. I laid on my back while he straddled me, kissing me passionately and rubbing his asshole against my cock. I spit in my hand and reached around to press my cock against his ass. I wanted to slip it in. “No no no.” Dae teased. “Not yet, you dirty old man.” “Who you calling old?” I feigned outrage and flipped us over, laying him on the cold wet grass. He flinched uncomfortably from the chill. “Here, put this on.” I pulled off my sweater to reveal my muscular figure and put it on Dae. He seemed almost enamored by the gesture. “That’s not all you’re gonna give me, right?” “Just you wait.” I pulled his legs up and pressed them against his chest to expose his hole. It puckered as it met the cold air and pulsated as I glided my tongue around it and landed inside. His hole tasted delicious. I placed my mouth in an O around it and sucked it while pushing my tongue deeper. Dae moaned aloud and his cock twitched. After a few minutes of tasting him, I pushed my middle finger into his hole with my tongue. When his hole relaxed, I slid another finger in and moved up to kiss him. He wrapped his legs and arms around me. I slid a third finger inside him and felt his gooey insides. It got me so hard, leaking a lot of charged pre-cum. Fuck. I had forgot that I was positive. I couldn’t put Dae at risk, especially not on his birthday. “Dae, do you have a condom?” “I don’t. But I don’t care. No one uses condoms anymore. I need you inside me.” He pleaded. Out of nowhere, a husky voice: “Rawdog him bro.” I looked up to see Nico. His gym shorts were around his thighs, and his sweater unzipped. He was jerking that massive cock. The moon highlighted his scorpion tattoo. “Fuuuck,” Dae was drooling at the sight of that giant cock. “Impregnate that slut.” Dae looked at me longingly. “Julius, do it. Impregnate me.” I knew I should have told Dae why I was hesitant. Instead, I aimed my leaking cock at his open hole. I kissed Dae as I penetrated his sphincter. His hole was tight around my cock, but it sucked me in deeper and deeper until I pushed through his second hole. If Dae was in pain, he wasn’t showing it. He moaned as we made out and jolted as my balls met his hole. He ran his fingers through my hair and pleaded, “Fuck me Julius. Fill me.” I pounded that hole relentlessly. Dae loved it; he was moaning loudly, begging to be fucked harder and filled with my cum. Nico was sitting on the bench stroking his cock and erotically cheering us on. I could feel my cock swelling and my poz semen building up in my balls getting ready to launch. I knew I should pull out and, for a second, I thought I would. That is until Dae seemingly read my mind and exclaimed, “Julius, impregnate me! My pussy is yours!” I slammed my dick deep in his ass and exploded. My poz cum flooded his bowels. Dae squirted a lot of cum all over my sweater. We both looked down at it and laughed. I collapsed on him, forehead-to-forehead, and kissed him gently as I pulled out. “Happy Birthday Dae!” “I hope you enjoyed your gift.” Nico let out a boisterous laugh as he stood up and got behind me. “Move. It’s my turn.” I looked at Dae. He was staring at that massive cock. I could see he wanted more gifts, so I moved and sat up next to his head. Nico hoisted Dae’s legs and, in one rough shove, pushed his 10 inches all the way in. Dae’s eyes bulged open. Nico pounded Dae hard. I could feel Dae slipping back along the wet grass, so I held him in place. I kissed him to smother his shrieks until his body adjusted to the log in his butt. Nico’s body was hardening. The stinger of his scorpion tattoo aimed directly at Dae’s fertile hole. He was about to fill Dae with the same toxic cum that had infected me. I stopped kissing Dae and ran my fingers through his hair. “Get ready Dae. He’s gonna impregnate you with his boys.” Nico cackled as he heard me repeat his trademark words. “You’re gonna love your birthday gift, you cum-hungry whore.” He gripped Dae’s hips back and thrusted forward, emptying his toxic balls in this twink on his 19th birthday. Dae busted on my sweater once again. Nico slowly pulled out, and his massive deflating cock flopped out of Dae’s hole. A stream of toxic semen followed. He collected it with his fingers and roughly pushed it back in. Dae squealed meekly at the post-fuck fingering. Nico looked at Dae and smiled, “Gotta make sure you get all my boys in you. His boys too.” He stood up and walked to me. “Clean it off son.” I licked our positive cum and Dae’s ass juices off Nico’s dick and swirled my tongue underneath his foreskin. It tasted delicious. Nico pulled out of my mouth and grabbed my shoulder to yank me to my feet. He turned to Dae, still lying on the ground wearing only my cummy sweater. Without a word of warning, he unleashed a stream of piss directed at Dae’s face. “Drink it bitch.” Dae followed the command. He got on his knees and opened his mouth. “Use the toilet son.” Nico winked at me. Dae looked at me with begging eyes. I didn’t know if this meant he wanted my piss or he wanted me to say no. I had to piss. I aimed, closed my eyes and pictured a toilet. Dae struggled to keep up with both streams, and cascades of piss waterfalled onto my sweater and his cock. After Nico finished, he said nothing, simply pulled up his shorts, zipped up his jacket and wandered away. I tucked my cock back into my running shorts. “Had fun?” Dae looked up at me. His entire body was wet with piss, his hair and my sweater dripping. “I’m completely sober now.” He threw his arms out to his sides and smiled. “And I’ve never felt so high.” “The sex high is the best high.” We laughed. “Do you mind if I come over? I should really shower before I go home, or even get into an Uber.” “Wait. You don’t live with your parents, do you?” I teased. “How else can an 19-year-old afford to live in this city?” “Of course, you can come over. Just gotta be quiet. My roommate is probably asleep.” We must have looked ridiculous on our walk of shame back to my apartment. I only wore my jogging shorts while I held Dae’s clothes. He only wore my wet sweater which wasn’t nearly long enough to hide that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His dick and ass were out. As guys wandered by on their way home from the clubs, they stared. One older drunk even whipped his average dick out in an offer to fuck Dae against a tree on the sidewalk. Dae happily accepted, and the drunk slid his cock inside Dae’s used hole for a couple minutes. But after getting a prolonged whiff of Dae’s piss-covered body and grabbing a handful of Dae’s piss-soaked hair, the drunk pulled out and stumbled away. Dae looked at me and laughed. I gave him my hand. “You whore! Let’s just get you home.”

Met w guy talking on sniffies, neither of us could host so we decided to meet at a park. I waited in the park bathroom until he came in, I was already turned around w my pants pulled down waiting in the stall in my jock. He tongued my ass a few times to get it wet and then pushed me against the wall without warning just “you want this dick boy?” And shoved it in. Whole time he was fucking me he was being really nasty calling me a slut saying how I probably take dick like this all the time, taking loads in my jock pussy and eventually I was begging for him to breed me and saying how bad I needed cum in my pussy. dirty talk like this makes me so horny there’s nothing I love more than being called a cum dump or slut hole by the guy who’s about to breed me. Especially when they use the word pussy, I’ll let you do anything to me once you say how wet and sloppy or something my pussy is. He came after about 10 minutes maybe even less I was so into it I wasn’t thinking about how much time had passed. He pushed all the way into me and stayed that way for a minute, he was dripping sweat onto the top of my ass which was hot. Pulled out, spat on my hole, left. I wanted to keep taking loads and find more guys to fuck me but I had to go to work. I really love anonymous breedings and want to be in more sexual settings where I’m getting fucked like a cum dump no loads refused. The gay scene around here isn’t huge and I’m hard pressed to find sex parties or group sex beyond threesomes, I’m planning on going to steamworks in Seattle soon because I really want to play into being a cum dump

A few years back, a buddy of mine took me to this place right on the U.S. side of the Mexican border where men would meet up and have sex. Most of the men there were Mexicans who had come over the wall just to have sex. Apparently they had built a ladder on both sides of the wall just to cross over. Had a great time taking numerous loads from anonymous Mexican men of all ages. Left with my hole wrecked and filled. 🙂

I love to make the pig get my cock as wet as he can by cucking me, its all the lube he's gonna get. I of course will fuck in a preloaded hole. What I really love is to get my hand and cock in there and jerk off in the pig and fist my poz load deeper in him.

My dad started breeding me when I was 9. It was just him and I growing up so we fucked every day, until I was 14.

@Sfmike64 anytime i see you are the author im always pissed that im gonna have to wait for the next chapters haha. i fucking love your twisted wordplay and all the corruption that comes with it. fuck yes

I live two separate lives one that my family and friends know me to be straight and masculine and the other behind closed doors where I’m a very submissive cum dump bottom sissy faggot slut. I absolutely hate condoms and find it a turn off of the top wants to use one. But once they start fucking me in the heat of the moment they either break them or rip them off and breed me. I love offering myself to hung kinky dominant bulls and Daddies online, in adult theaters and cruise spots, where they take what they want and how they want it. I love being in the woods or out in the open parking lot being fed numerous dicks, loads, having my hole ruined and flooded with warm seed. I love going home a hot mess giggling feeling dirty. Once I get home I’ll browse at all the pics and videos I took while I’m face down getting drilled by this xxl horse cock dildo attached to my fuck machine.

If I'm going to fuck an anon bottom, he's taking my cock raw and getting bred.

It might be more accurate to say that having HIV doesn’t prove that you’re a slut - yes, the virus is surprisingly not as easy to catch as you might think, but it’s not impossible to get it on your first fuck. It only ever takes one fuck. Nor is the fact of one being on PrEP further evidence that you had to be slutty to catch it, because PrEP is not an ironclad guarantee.

I followed Trevor into the bedroom area of the hotel room. A little bummed to be out of view of the action that was happening over on the sofa … but I figured I’d be part of that fuck session soon enough. Trevor walked a little ahead of me - I got a great view of his perfect muscle ass - the white underwear framing his cheeks perfectly. God he was so fucking hot. I couldn’t wait to get my hands all over his perfect jock body. We walked into the bedroom area: there was a nice king sized bed, a small dresser, and a couple chairs. Laying on the bed were a couple guys that I recognized from the gym. Both of them total jock studs — completely naked except for one guy had a white baseball cap on - turned backwards. They were sharing a pipe - passing hits back and forth while they stroked their hard cocks. Trevor introduced me “hey guys - this is josh, maybe you know him from the gym? This is jerod and Jake” “Hey man… yeah I’ve seen u at the gym - looking hot, man!” Jerod said as he spread his legs wider giving me a clear view of one of the biggest, thickest cocks (on a white guy) I’d ever seen! Probably 5” in diameter and 10” long. He let go of it and let it flop to one side - thrusting his hips a bit … Fuck ! Fuck! My jaw dropped and I’m pretty sure drool ran down my chin. What a gorgeous piece of meat - I couldn’t wait to get that into my mouth! He drew a long hit on the pipe and signaled for me to shotgun it. I crawled onto the bed … making sure to stick my ass out for Trevor to gawk at… and sucked the thick smoke out of jerods mouth. I blew it back into his mouth making sure to get my tongue in there too. We kissed for a bit - and I couldn’t help but get my hand around his giant dick. Man it was so nice. I was ready to take it into my mouth when I felt Trevor slap me on the ass “c’mon man … let’s get you slammed up … there’ll be plenty of time for you to fuck around with these guys after you’re good and high.” I got off the bed and made my way over to one of the chairs, pausing to run my hands over Trevor’s muscular chest - “will you slam me? I’m out of practice”. I was perfectly capable of slamming myself, but it’s a giant turn on to have someone else do it, especially when they’re as hot as Trevor! I sat in the chair, unbuttoned my jeans a little and put my hand down my pants - my cock was throbbing in my jock … it felt so fucking good - I watched jerod and Jake pass more hits back and forth - they were really getting into it, passing the smoke back and forth and swallowing each other’s tongues - so fucking sexy. Trevor had the rest of the supplies - the rig between his teeth. He tied off my bicep, and swabbed me with alcohol. Prick. Pull back. Flash. Plunge. He untied my bicep and lifted my arm above my head — my mouth flooded with the taste of chemicals, I could feel my heart skip several beats and a wash of tingly warmth overtook my flesh. A couple of gasp-y coughs and I was on cloud nine. Holy fuck my body felt incredible - I ran my hands over my hard pecs and abs, admiring how hot my own body was and simultaneously admiring all the hot muscle studs around me. I leaned in to make out with Trevor. He opened his mouth and fed my his thick wet tongue - i was completely overtaken with horniness - my cock throbbing in my pants. I desperately wanted to pull my cock out, but resisted the urge … enjoying the constraint of my jock and jeans for just a little while longer. “How’s that feel?” Trevor said, while still holding his tongue in my mouth. “You feel good?” “Horned up?” “Cant wait to see ur hole spread open man” … as he put his hand between the chair and my ass. “Okay, now my turn fucker” as he pulled me out of the chair. The drugs were really hitting me hard - it was a little shaky standing up … but I managed. Trevor took my spot in the chair, and proceeded to tie off his bicep - making sure to flex it for me while he did. “Get on all fours and put your mouth on my cock” Trevor ordered me “but don’t pull my cock out - just keep your mouth on my underwear - I wanna feel my dick throb in your mouth while I do my slam.” Trevor was like me — he loves underwear and how they feel on his cock and balls while they get hard … and I’m a sucker for a bulging cock. I kneeled on the floor with my face in Trevor’s crotch - arching my back so my ass was in the air. Jerod and Jake were still passing hits back and forth watching me worship Trevor while he prepared to slam “yeah - stick that ass out” Jake said hungrily. I pulled my jeans down a bit so those guys had a nice view of the strap of my jock and a peak of my ass crack. I knew it looked hot as fuck. Soon enough I’d have all their cocks deep in my hole. I looked up at Trevor who was solely focused on finding a vein - my mouth dripping saliva on his bulge, making his white underwear more and more see through. He thrust his hips a bit pressing his bulging cock into my face - I eagerly took it into my mouth. Trevor found his vein and plunged the drugs into his arm. A couple loud coughs and Trevor sat deeper in the chair riding the wave of drugs. He grabbed the back of my head and pressed it firmly into his crotch… “oh fuck man” he was definitely feeling high now. “Get over there and suck his dick - I wanna watch you swallow that fat dick” I crawled across the floor and up onto the bed where Jake and jerod were still passing hits back and forth stroking their cocks - Jake grabbed jerods giant cock and guided it into my open mouth. “Fuck yeah - take that fat cock in your mouth dude!” I did my best to take it - it was so big it stretched my mouth as far as it could go - I felt the head slide down my throat making me gag. Jake kept his hand on his shaft - feeding me jerods cock - i Fucking loved having my mouth full like this. Of course I had my back arched and my ass in the air so Trevor could stare at it hungrily. I looked over he was clearly enjoying what he saw … he now had his leg over the arm of the chair and had one hand over his head and the other deep down his underwear, fingering his hole. Jake moved down to help me feed on jerods giant rod - both of our mouths around his cock - our tongues finding each other’s sloppy mouths. Man I was so turned on sharing this giant cock with such a stud. We kept at it for a while - taking turns feeding on jerods rod - he was clearly enjoying the attention, moaning loudly with the occasional “fuck yea!” One of the guys from the other room walked in - another total stud. Black hair cut short and slicked back - beautiful chiseled jaw and deep black eyes. Just a hint of hair on his muscled chest, and a gorgeous toned stomach with the perfect V. He was totally naked except for a steel cockring - wrapped around his half hard uncut dick - precum dripping from his foreskin. “Damn look at this hot fucker!” He said looking at me (my mouth stuffed with cock). I gave him a little smirk (as much as I could without pulling jerods rod out of my mouth). He walked over and put his hands down my jeans pressing his finger against my hole —- oh man, just that little tease of my hole sent me spinning - it felt so fucking good. I was gonna have to get some dick in my ass very soon. “Damn this boys got a nice ass!”, he said before turning back towards Trevor “hey man - can I get a reload” - holding up a little glass pipe. “Of course, then let’s start working on this dudes ass - think he’s hungry. Trevor walked over to the dresser and pulled out his stash - putting a nice fat shard into dudes pipe. “That should hold you for a bit, huh ?” Leaning in kissing him. “Hey how about we give this fucker a little booty bump?” Holding up a nice rock pulled from Trevor’s stash. “Fuck yeah - lemme hit this pipe first - gotta keep up with you guys” “Alright fucker - let’s get you out of these jeans so I can get at your hole better”. I rolled over on my back to make it easy for him to pull my jeans off… but making sure I didn’t take my mouth off jerods thick rod - I was insatiable for his dick. “Get back on all fours and stick that ass out for me” I obliged (of course), adjusting my jockstrap so it perfectly framed my smooth muscle butt, arching my back so my ass was high in the air. I felt so fucking sexy. “Fuck, look at the beautiful ass! - lemme see that hole” I pulled my cheeks apart, showing off my perfectly smooth pink hole. “Aw FUCK that’s hot” said black haired dude, who was busy with his newly filled pipe. Trevor leaned over and let a long trail of spit find it’s way from his mouth to my hole - taking his fingers rubbing it around my already twitching and hungry fuckhole, then taking a big fat shard of meth and shoving it deep into my hole. I instinctively backed up on his finger, helping the drugs (and his finger) get deeper in me. “Hungry little drug slut” he murmured. I could see out of the corner of my eye the black haired stud stroking his hard dick and nodding in approval at me getting drugs shoved into my hole. “Fuck that’s hot, man … I can’t wait to plow this ass!” … as he lit the torch and took another drag on the pipe. The familiar burning sensation inside my hole was starting and I could feel myself sweating from my head down … fuck … I was already spun as fuck and this was gonna throw me over the edge. “Keep sucking that dick faggot” Trevor said while pulling his dripping cock out of his underwear. I made sure to make every attempt to get the giant piece of meat as far down my throat as possible … my asshole starting to get more and more used to the burn and get more and more hungry for cock. “Fuck yeah you fucking jock slut - you ready for some dick in your ass??!” Trevor asked “oh man … I’m so ready … please fuck me man please!” I begged … I was really feeling spun now and my hole was like a giant vacancy that needed immediate occupation. “Alright faggot - flip over … I wanna look at your face while I fuck you - so I can see how much you love getting your ass filled” … next chapter - gang fucked. 😈

Besides hanging out here, I'm really into Photography and follow Jared Polin on YouTube. His catchphrase is "I Shoot RAW" (as opposed to JPEG) and he sells t-shirts on his website with various designs that say "I Shoot Raw". He won't ship to the UK but I got a few shipped to a friend in the US and then sent across. They certainly attract all kinds of attention even in the local Tesco's!

Always raw. If I don’t end up with a load of cum inside me there’s no point

There is only one way, raw

bareback or nothing at all

Dad’s Basement Part Twelve I had almost gotten up and left the booth, when the door opened and a older man came in and shut the door. He was average height, with white hair, dressed all in black. He kept his back to me as he locked the booth door. There I sat with my shorts around my ankles. He turned and smiled. That’s when I noticed he was a Priest, a real fucking Priest. “Hello my Son” he said. “Hello Father” “Now what could bring a boy like you to a place like this?” he asked, “tell me honestly” “Looking for cock Father” The Priest shook his head. How could this fucker be judging me, when his ass was in here too. “Son, I think you need to get on your knees and pray.” I don’t know what game he was playing, but I would see how it would go. I stood up, bent over to pull up my shorts. When he stopped me. “Step out of them my Son and kneel” I stepped out of my shorts, and kelt on the dried cum stains on the floor. He stepped forward, his crotch inches from my face. “Close your eyes my Son” he said “and I will begin” I blindly obeyed him. “Heavenly Father, please give this young man guidance in his sinful times. Let him see the wisdom of your oh mighty vessel before him.” As he spoke, he unzipped his pants, reached inside and pullout out his cock and balls. They hung limp against his black pants. “Allow the seed of your being to flow from my Holy shaft, into his waiting challis, filling him with your light as well as the darkened love from Below. Allow the bond between my Holy Massive Shaft to open his challis for more of man’s destructive seed. In POZ cum we pray, Amen.” What the fuck was I hearing. Was this Priest praying about poz cum, cock and ass. “Open your mouth my Son and swallow my shaft” I opened my eyes to see a thick cock sticking straight out of his black pants, I circled my lips around it and started to suck. I slobbered on the cock until it shined and dripped spit on the front of his pants. Reaching under my pits, he pulled me up, turned me around, bent me forward until I faced the glory hole again. Without uttering another word, he rammed his cock balls deep into my hole. Not even waiting he began to fuck my hole, harder and harder. He grabbed my hair to keep me form moving. “Boys fucking never fucking learn. Cock, cock, cock is all they want. I will give them cock until they fucking get fucking over it.” He continued to yell the most vile statements about cock and sex as he pounded my hole. He thrusted all the way in and began to shoot his load. “Take the Unholy cum deep in your pussy, you God damn fucking whore” Then it was over, he quickly pulled out, tucked his cock away and leave. Leaving with with a “I’m sorry” I stood up shaking me head. What the fuck was that about. “I see you met Father Micheal. Man is so confused, but so twisted” Garrett said, “ I should call him and let him and the other Priest in his order gang bang you. I think you would like that. Come with me, let’s walk around” “Okay” I said grabbing my shorts, holding them in a ball in my hand as I left the booth. Fuck I was naked from the waist down and I didn’t care, hell maybe the men would stop me in the public area and fuck me. I was getting a lot of looks as I was standing in front of Garrett, who was back in a corner, he had placed me in front of him - ass out to everyone. “Hot load on your face Matt, give me a lick” Instead of moving closer, I bent forward, sticking my ass out. Garrett’s tongue was licking my face, savoring the cum load. I felt hands rub my ass, as the men walked by. Some stopped and slid fingers in, fingering my hole, coating their fingers with cum and sucking it off. “Hold still” Garrett said to me, hooking his arm around my neck. I felt a cock stabbing at my hole, it would slide in just slightly then pull out, testing the tightness of my hole. I could not believe that someone was doing this out in the public area. I felt more and more of the cock slide in me. My hole gave way with ease after the couple of rough fucks I got. The cock slid in until I felt a belt buckle pressing against my ass. The cold metal only stayed there a moment, then was gone, but seconds later it return. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see men gathering, pulling their cocks out and stroking them. “Afternoon Garrett, this a friend of yours?” “Afternoon Officer Thompson and he is the son of a friend of mine” “Should arrest you two for lewd public acts” “Let’s take it out in trade” “Had your ass many times, Garrett, so this boy’s hole will do this time” I felt him pick up speed, thrusting in and out of my slick hole, at times he would move his hips in circular motions while his cock was pushed in almost the whole way. Then it was back to deep fucking. I moaned wildly as I watch men jacking their cocks next to use. “I am going to shoot” one said. Officer Thompson pulled his cock out until the head was just inside, pulling at the inside of my hole. “Shoot it on my cock and I will drive it in the boy” The man stepped up, aiming his cock at the cop’s exposed shaft and shot. The cum covered the shaft and was driven in, he was pushing deeper and deeper into my hole. More men began to yell they were close and each time they shot, it was on the cop’s cock only to be shoved into my hole. I could not keep count of how many men shot this way. The cop was moaning loudly, Garrett just had a grin on his face, watching me get fucked by his cop friend, and taking all the loads from the voyeuristic men. The cop kept slowly stroking his cock with my cum filled hole, edging it while he allowed all the men to shoot. “Need to finish, got to get back to my beat” He pumped a few times and drove in deep, spilling his cum deep into my hole. I felt his cock jump as his cum coated my inside and mixed with the other men’s loads. “Fucking good pussy, Garrett.” he said. “Maybe you can bring him to Ryan and I’s home so we can use him for a weekend. Think his Daddy would allow that” He slowly pulled his cock out as I squeezed my hole against it. “We would treat him right and send him home with our gifts” he said, “Now clean my cock Garrett” Garrett moved in front of the cop and dropped to his knees. I turned to see the cop for the first. He was ruggedly handsome, slightly muscular build to make his uniform tight. Garrett slurped on his cock, taking the spongy shaft into his mouth. Licking and sucking the cum off it. The cop pulled free of Garrett’s suction, tucked his cock in his pants and left. “Let’s get you home young man, you had an very busy afternoon” I put my shorts on and we left. All the way home I could feel cum leaking from my hole. By the time I got into the house, there was a huge wet spot on the ass of my shorts, and cum was running down my leg. Dad was sitting on the sofa, butt naked. HIs hard cock sticking straight up in the air. “Come sit on Daddy’s lap and tell me all about it Son”

Dad’s Basement Part Eleven “Be ready for what, Son” “Anything Garrett” I mumbled in my sleep. “Anything?” “Garrett said anything” “Morning” “Dad” I said jumping up in bed. He was kneeling next to my bed, fully dressed for work, grinning ear to ear. It was morning, almost seven. “Son, any plans today?” he asked. “Well…..” “Ten a.m. Garrett is picking you up.” “You know” He lifted his phone, showing me the text messages from Garrett. Fuck, why was he being sneaky last night. “Garrett felt guilty trying to sneak you out to his favorite book store so he text me this morning for permission” Dad said, standing up. “Shit” I said, “Can I go Dad?” “Have fun Squirt, just tell me all the whorey details” he said laughing, “Whoery details, get it Son…I crack me up” he added as he left my room. “Corny Dad, Fucking Corny” I yelled at him. I got up, scratched my naked ass and headed to the kitchen. I needed food then get ready for Garrett to arrive. Won’t be too long before he gets here, time flies you know. I was right Garrett arrived at a quarter to ten. He honked over and over, until i came out to his truck. As I got in, he was shacking his head no, repeating the same line over and over: “Not going to do” “What?” I asked. “Your clothes, they won’t cut it. Easy access is the key” he said turning off his truck, “Come on” Off we went to back into the house, straight to my room. “Let me show you, First, just sneakers, loosely tied, no socks, easier to kick on and off. Short shorts, no buttons, drop and go, and forget underwear, fuck no jockstrap either. and a skimpy tank. The less amount to deal with the better the slut.” he said. I stripped and changed into something similar. Then looked him straight in the eye and said: “Where do you stick your poppers, smart ass? Up your ass?” Without saying a word, he pulled on a chain hanging around his neck, tucked neatly inside his tank was a bottle of poppers, lid attached to the chain. “Pro whore” he said pointing to his chest, “Novice” pointing to me. A grin came over his face and he busted up laughing. “Got you one in the truck. Guy who owns the place knows you are coming so it’s cool. Don’t get all scared, just be cool. Skin is here to show you the way” He said as he grabbed his cock through his shorts. We got back in the truck and left, I had so many questions but just wanted to be cool and not look like an idiot in front of Garrett. It was about a half hour drive to the bookstore. It was just a plain looking building, if it didn't have a sign that said 18 and over on the door, you wouldn’t know it was a bookstore at all. “Get’s busy about noon, so I have time to teach you a few things” We got out and went inside. The clerk smiled when he saw Garrett, they talked shit as I stood there, quickly looking around, There were shelves after shelves of DVD,s fake cocks in packages, and toys I didn’t even know existed. Garrett grabbed my hand, pulling me towards a door near the back corner. I head a buzzer and we entered. It was dark, smelled of cum, piss, and body odor. There was a sign that pointed the way to the Main Theatre and another that pointed the way to Booths. Across from that was a case hanging on the wall with DVD covers in them. A mixture of gay and straight porn. “These show on channels on the TV’s in the booths” Garrett said, “let me show you” We walked around and he showed me the area of the booths, there were a couple of doors closed with lights on above. Occupied - he mouthed silently. I didn’t see any other men in this area. He pulled me into a booth and shut the door. “Okay, some men come to jack to porn only, mostly straight men - shooting their loads on the floor wasting it - but you can come in scoop it up and shove it up your hole. Almost as good as being fucked” he said. “Some guys only want blow jobs, cuz their wives don't suck, some just like the glory hole blow jobs, some you can join in the booth - but always swallow their loads, makes them shoot bigger.” “And some want to fuck a hot ass, avoid the chicken shits that use condoms, which is 1 in a million of the men that come in here” “If they want to play, they leave the door open, giving the rest a show” he said, “I ask you want heads or tails” “You don’t need a lesson on the glory holes, so let’s go to the Main Theatre” We headed off to the theatre, just as a door opened and a older man walked out, adjusting his fly. He headed to the exit and left. I went to his booth and looked at the floor, there was a big puddle of cum in the middle, just sitting there. I stepped in, making sure I didn't step in it, pulled down the back of my shorts, exposing my ass and hole, scooped up the cum and pushed it in deep using my fingers. I looked up to see Garrett watching me from the door way. “So fucking hot, Boy” he said. I looked down at his shorts and he was hard, Skin made a nice bulge in his short. I pulled up my short and followed him to the Main Theatre. I was just like a normal theatre, only smaller, and was playing porn, damn straight porn. There was a gap between the entrance and the back row of seats. With a slightly higher than the waist wall against the back row. “In here, you can suck cock mostly, straight men will gather around you and you have a big ole suck fest. Not much fucking goes on in this big room, but I have been in some just like this in other cities and everything goes in it.” “Let’s go back to the booths and find some cock, Boy” Over a short span of time, men started to trickle into the booth area. I watch this one man, tall, handsome with a beard, dressed in business attire head into a booth. He stared at me, rubbing the front of his slacks. Quickly he jerked his head for me to come over. I went right to him, and entered his booth. The door quickly shot and locked. “Dropped your short young man, let me see that ass” I did, turned and bent over slightly, giving him more access to my ass. There was a glory hole in front of me and I looked through to see Garrett on his knees sucking a Latino man’s uncut cock. He winked when he saw me. I heard the man unzip his fly. I knew he was getting his cock out. He spit in in hand and massaged it into my hole. His cock pushed against my hole hard, I took a deep breathe and it popped in. He drove it deep in me. I moaned letting Garrett know I was getting fucked. Thought the glory hole, Garrett had taken the uncut cock out of his mouth and silently said “That’s my boy” The business man had grabbed my hips and was thrusting harder and harder into my ass, grunting the whole time. Each grunt got louder and louder. His dress pants rubbed against my exposed ass. “Sounds like someones getting fucked” was yelled out side the booth. “Hot fucking boy ass” grunted the business man to those out side. “Fucking breeding him now” he yelled as he slammed his cock deep into my hole. I had to brace myself against the wall to keep from being pushed over. He quickly pulled out and produced a hankie from his pocket, wiping his cock. It was the first time I saw it. It was average length and girth, cut, but effective. Tucking it back in and zipping up, he put his hand on my back. “Thanks, Son, oh stay just like that.” with that he unlocked the door and left leaving it wide open. I could see men passing by looking. A guy in blue pants and stripped shirt entered next. He wasn’t a business man, he looked more like a wrecker driver. I could smell the cigarette on his breath, it was that strong. “Looking for some dick, boy?” he asked “Fuck me like a bitch” I replied, not sure where that came from. No other words were spoken. I pulled the chain for my poppers and took a deep hit. At the same time he had unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was hard and dripping already. It was not as big as the last one but I didn't care. He aimed his cock and roughly stabbed it inside me. I opened up. He grabbed my hips and started pumping his cock in and out. A couple of times he came out only to shove it back in. Within about three minutes he was grunting, shooting his load into me. Quick trigger I thought. He quickly pulled out, unlocked the door and ran, I don’t think he had his cock away before he was out the door. I looked through the glory hole and Garrett was gone and the booth was empty. “You need a real man to fuck your hole boy” said a man behind me entering my booth. He was behind me, holding my head with one hand, keeping me from turning around, while the other closed and locked the door. “Eyes front fucker” he ordered. I could hear him undoing his pants and them dropping to the floor. His fingers explored my crack, moving up and down. Finally he stopped at my hole, shoving his finger in deep. I yelped quietly. My eyes on the glory hole and the empty booth next door. Without a word, he pressed his cock against my hole and shoved it in, lubed with the two men’s cum before him, it drove in balls deep. This fucker was thick. He continued to press against me. Grabbing my hips, he pulled his cock out and rammed it back in. I knew this wasn't going to be an easy fuck. He liked it rough. Harder and harder he slammed into me. My breathing got heavier as he continued the assault on my hole. My cock was rock hard and jump with each thrust in. A man entered the booth on the other side of the glory hole. He squated down until his face was in front of his side of the hole, and smile. Seeing that I was getting fucked in my booth. He stood up, with his crotch right in front of the hole. I watched as he popped open the button fly of his jeans, exposing his crotch hair and the root of his cock. The man behind me still had my waist tight in his grip as his cock pumped in and out of me. His balls bounced back and forth with his movements. The new man dropped his jeans, fully exposing his cock and balls. I licked my lips. “Wanna suck that cock, faggot?” the man fucking me said. Before I could answer he pushed me forward with his hips, never taking his hard cock from my hole. I was less than an inch away from the hole, I stuck my tongue through signaling to the new cock I wanted it in my mouth, wanted to suck it. I grabbed for my poppers again and took a deep hit. The glory hole remained empty. Dropping my eyes to hole, I could see the man jacking his hardening cock. HIs hand took long strokes from the base to the head. I watch hungrily as it thickened. His balls bounced a little with each stroke. The cock in my hole was also growing, thicker. His pounding of my hole will soon be over, as I knew he was going to cum. His grunts became louder as he drew close, until he rammed his cock deep inside me. I could feel it jump and pulse as his cum exploded out of his piss slit. “Take that fucking cum deep in your shitting, you fucking faggot whore” the man yelled at the top of his lungs. The man on the other side of the glory hole began to stroke faster, balls drawing up closer to his body. My face still at the hole, he yells: “Open your mouth!” I immediately open as wide as possible as just the tip of his head appears at the hole and cum starts flying at my face and mouth. I tried to catch as much of his load as I could with his mouth, but it went every where, cheeks, forehead, chin and hair. I wanted to lock my lips around the head but he wouldn’t let me. The man in my ass was still pressing against me, twitching his cock inside me, until he slowly starts to move his cock in and out, milking the rest of his load into my hole. I could feel his cock softening, I squeezed my ass and it popped out. He wiped his cock on my ass checks as the other man bend down and said thought the glory hole. “Don’t fucking wipe off my cum from your face, wear it the rest of your time here whoring your holes, and then home” I agreed. By now the man that was fucking me was dressed and out the door. Leaving me alone again in the booth, bent over ass exposed to all. The other booth was empty as too. I stood to stretch my back, but quickly bent over again when someone walked up behind me. “You didn’t let that man fuck you and breed you did you?” the stranger said. “Yeah” “Dude he is a walking disease, he comes in here and spreads it, not caring who you are” I just shrugged my shoulders, turned back exposing my ass and bent over. The wait wasn’t long until a Mexican man came into the booth and shut the door. He felt me up over and over, going from my hole to my cock and balls between my legs. I reach back to feel his crotch, but he knocked my hand away, telling me No. I just let him feel me up, not paying him any mind and watched through the glory hole. The other door was open and I could see men passing by walking around. I thought I saw Garrett but wasn’t sure. I was sure he was somewhere passing his disease or collecting more. I guess the Mexican man got scared, or shoot off in his pants, because he quickly left and shut the door. I stood up. I decided to sit and wait. I flipped through the channels looking for porn, bareback porn. What I found was okay, not what got me off but okay. Then I waited.

Dad’s Basement Part Nine I woke up suddenly. I wasn’t on the sofa anymore. I was in my bed, naked but at least in my bed. The room was dark and the door was closed. I could hear muffled voices coming from down the hall, deep voices. Was Dad fucking around again, or was it just the TV? Slowly, I cracked open my bedroom door and listened. It wasn’t the TV, unless Dad was talking to it. I opened my door more and slipped out, creeping down the hall, pressing my body against the wall, trying to be smaller, just like I did when I was younger and was spying on Dad. “Drew, how did you know your boy would be willing to get fucked, hell even take our poz loads” someone asked. It was Garrett, I recognized his voice from last night. “Squirt has been spying on his own Dad, pretty much all his life, but what really sealed the deal was the Dad/Son role-playing bareback porn he jacks to” “So the little fucker was a pervert just like his Dad, only he didn’t know it” Garrett replied. “Oh Squirt knew it, but wasn’t able to admit it” Dad said. “I think he will now” “Fucker didn’t know it was me last night fucking him through the glory hole” That voice, I knew that voice. I heard it last night but still didn’t know. “Never said word one to me, Paul” Dad said, “I am surprised you held out until last night. Always figured I would get a call that you raped his ass in the locker room at his school” That’s when it hit me, Paul and school. Only one person there I knew by that name and that was Coach Paul, the fucking track coach. I would always catch him looking at me, lusting after my ass. “Too many witnesses there,” Coach Paul said, “Now the alley behind the theatre that’s a different store” “Speaking of theatre, you going to whore his boy pussy out at the one on Mason Ave?” “Garrett, thats your hole in the wall, fucking hangout, You and skin should take him there.” Dad said. “Oh fuck yeah, I can do that,” Garrett replied. “Doc, how was the boy pussy this afternoon” “Best I have had in a long time, Drew and I double fucked it.” Doc responded. Fuck, Dad, Garrett, Coach Paul and Doc, sitting around talking about me, I could not believe this. Talk of a theatre, I had to know more. “Would love to whore him out at the truck stop and rest area” Dad said. “Charge ‘em, you could make a lot of money” Coach replied. “Well, the three of you can have him anytime free of charge” Dad said. “Ever thought of filming him, take him to a cheap, flea bate motel and advertise his ass, then film it.” Doc asked “I want him to experience everything and more” Dad replied. “Hell yeah” “Fucker can be a prick tease, was doing that last night in his bed, almost jumped on him and raped his ass. When Daddy’s dick wants hole, it’s going to get it.” “Damn that’s fucked up,” Garrett said, “Skin here don't like to be teased” I inched forward, closer to the edge of the hall, still not wanting to be caught. “Damn Doc you missed it last night, was the hottest fucking sight. Drew here popping his own son’s cherry, then raw fucking him, dropping the first poz strain deep inside.” Garrett said. “Don’t remind me” Doc replied, “With all the strains he took last night, fuck flu should come fast, especially since y’all prepped his pussy well” “Your professional opinion?” Dad asked. “Just a thought, His boy pussy will need to be seeded with more poz loads during that time, that insures a conversion, after that a visit to Dax is in order.” Doc replied. Dax, who the fuck is Dax? I never heard Dad speak of him, her or what ever Dax is. Curiosity was killing me, I crept forward a bit more and could see into the living room. Dad was in his chair so his back was to me, I could only make out Doc’s huge legs to the left of him and Garrett and Coach Paul were on the sofa. To my surprise they were dressed, although Garrett and Paul were massaging there crotches. “Did we get his jock? If not I have a nice ripe one he wore during phys-ed. Swiped it when he was in the shower” Coach Paul said. “That jock has more of your DNA on it than Matt’s. His jock is hanging proudly on a nail in the locker room below. Right under mine” Dad said. I could not believe that Coach Paul stole my jock, it was my favorite, broken in, soft and had the perfect indentation of my cock in the fabric. I thought some football player meat head took it as a joke, but Coach Paul was a surprise. “Paul, did you ever fuck that quarterback you were after” Dad asked. “Doc and I pounded that hole about two weeks ago, after a pill dissolve in a beer, he was ours for the taking.” Coach Paul responded. “Thanks for sharing that muscle ass Paul” Dad said smartly. “Got videos if you want, Wait the fuck, that was the weekend you and Matt went to your folks, don’t blame me if you missed out” “Fuck you Paul” Dad said back laughing, “Almost get Matt that weekend, had to share a bed with the little squirt there, but couldn’t risk Mom hearing, Dad on the other hand would have joined in” Fuck, Gramps is a pervert too. Can’t wait to visit him again. “Only bad thing about Dad is, he is shooting blanks. No HIV” Dad said. “Your family is fucking twisted, Drew” Garrett said. “Dad and son fucking has been going on for generations now, it’s tradition. You jealous?” Dad said. “Fuck yeah I am,” Garrett responded, “Dad had a dick on him with foreskin to boot.” “Now who's the pervert.” “Did Thick Dick Rick come and play” Doc asked. “Fuck yeah he did. His was the third cock Matt took through the glory hole. Rode it like a champ. Just need to get him inside the basement to fuck him, wanna hear him make Matt squeal like a pig” Dad replied. I saw Dad’s head turn to Doc, but still couldn’t see either of their faces. “I know that face Doc, what the fuck is going on in that twisted mind of yours” Dad asked. “Just thinking how far we could stretch open that boy pussy of Matt’s, maybe just turn it from a pussy to a cunt quicker” Doc replied. “Go on” “Double fuck his boy pussy with Thick Dick Rick” Doc said, “My cock and his” “Oh you twisted fucker” Coach Paul said, adding “I get to be camera man on that one” “I can prep his pussy real good with my mouth, and ole’ Skin here will supply to lube” Garrett added. “Guess that means I supply the boy pussy” Dad said with a laugh. “Getting late guys, we need to break this cock gag session up” Doc said, “Looks like we all are in agreement on Matt, let’s wait for the fuck flu and go from there” I listened a bit more as the men called it a night. As they left, I hurried back to my bed. What was this agreement? Were they each going to whore me out in their own fucking deviant ways? Was I now their sex slave? Don’t I have any say? I had more answers than questions. One thing I decide I wasn’t going to play my hand that I knew. I was going to see where they took me, without them knowing I know. Fuck I was tired, I was starting to confuse myself. I closed my eyes trying to go back to sleep. I heard a faint knock, thinking it was a dream moments later. I listened again, a knock. I stayed quiet. Opened my eyes just enough to see my window. There was a dark outline of a man on the blinds. Another knock. I got up, lifted a slat of the blind, peeking out. It was Garrett. I quickly but quietly raised the blinds and window. “What’s up Garrett?” I asked. “Skin is Boy” he replied.

Part 8 On the bus back home, Josh had lots of time to contemplate the trigger he just pulled: Not even out to most people in his life, he just had sex on camera with another man. And it wasn’t just porn, it would be perceived as pretty fucked up porn to most of the world: he begged for, and probably got, multiple STDs on film. But ever since he’d read that ad online, with the photo of Luke, he knew this was what he wanted. He pulled it up on his smart phone as the bus barreled down the highway towards his hometown: Neg Jock Sought for BB Porn Top $$ paid for neg jock to be fucked bare on film. Likely to be a bug chasing fetish blockbuster, we’re seeking a hot guy to take it in the ass raw by this radioactive jock (see pic attached). Likely exposure to HIV, Herpes, Gonorrhea, Syphilis, and more. Potential for sequels, porn stardom, and lots of cash. That ad, placed by Steve, led to countless chats online, pics exchanged, cam sessions and more, to the point of Josh finding him self lusting for Luke’s cum all day and night. He grinned, moving his backpack over his lap to cover his growing erection. Luke was everything he’d imagined him to be. His body was like a Greek statue, muscled and veiny. His lips drew him in to be kissed. His big dick seemed made for reaming Josh’s ass. His smell was masculine but sweet. He was perfect. And now, Luke’s DNA pulsed in Josh's body. Whatever Luke had, he now likely had. He was Luke’s progeny. Whatever symptoms arose within him, his god Luke had also experienced them. They were becoming one. He felt his phone vibrate with a new text message from Luke. “We have an idea for an additional scene. We gotta have more. Can you come back next weekend?” Josh replied “For you, anything!” A wet spot emerged through Josh’s jeans, and he gazed out the window. *** “This is Billy.” Steve said to Josh. Billy had lost a lot of weight since his first fuck session with Luke, but he still had his mischievous grin and bad boy appeal. “Hi there.” Josh said. On first impression, Billy wasn’t attractive. He was older, his eyes were a bit sunken, and the all-over tattoos were not doing it for him. “Billy is going to fuck you today on camera, Josh, and it’s gonna be fucking awesome.” Steve said. Luke looked at Josh and read his look of trepidation. “Billy’s fucked me a lot, Josh. He’s part of me, and by association he’s already part of you. You taking his load today is important for us.” “OK, for you.” Josh replied to Luke, with a bit of a laugh. Luke took Josh into another room to get him ready for the shoot. He kissed him and sucked his dick for a bit. “Imagine it’s me fucking you. And know that it’s more of my DNA you’re taking” were Luke’s final words to him as they emerged back into the room, now set for filming. “Action.” Steve said. The camera man panned up Josh’s body. He had a semi hard dick, leftover from Luke’s foreplay, but his arousal was dissipating. As the camera got to Josh’s face, he looked visibly nervous. “Josh, you look nervous. Are you?” The cameraman said. “Yeah, a little bit.” A lie. He was very nervous now. He didn't want to get fucked by this stranger. The camera panned to Billy’s face, who could be seen looking up and down on his conquest with pleasure. “This is Billy.” “Hey.” Billy replied with a smile. The camera started panning down Billy’s inked up body. It lingered at the letters “HIV” above his cock, then focused a bit on his curved dick and down his legs. Billy had taken a couple pills to ensure an erection, and his dick was throbbing, perhaps harder than he’d ever been. “What are we here for today?” The camera guy asked. “I’m gonna fuck this kid up with my charged-up load.” Billy said. Josh looked off camera at Luke, longing for it to be Luke in Billy’s position. He tried stroking his dick, but it wasn’t hardening. Billy decided to waste no time with foreplay, so he bent Josh over the bed and squirted a glob of lube onto his fingers. He finger fucked Josh’s ass, ascending from one to three fingers without much delay. Another glob of lube, and a fourth digit entered the ginger stud, stretching his hole and warranting a shriek of pain from Josh. “Let’s do this” Billy finally said. Josh was bent over, head turned toward the camera, and he caught a glimpse of Luke jerking off. This made him feel a little better about the situation. Lube drained from the bottle to the tip of Billy’s throbbing, curved, uncut dick. “I’m gonna destroy this cunt, you faggot.” He said. “Fuck me,” Josh whimpered instinctively as he saw precum glistening on Luke’s dick head in the distance. Billy spread Josh’s ass cheeks with his hands and lined up the head of his dick against Josh’s hole. He pushed his hips forward, and contact was made. Josh closed his eyes, knowing the pain that was about to ensue, but loving the feeling of a dick against his hole, even this unknown cock. Billy entered Josh's fuck chute slowly, as Josh was really tight and tense still. As the shaft was about mid-way in, Josh wasn’t sure he could take any more. Perhaps it was the bend in Billy's dick or its stiffness or just his disinterest in this fuck, but Billy’s dick felt like it was ripping him open. “Ow! Oh fuck, stop, just. . . slow. I can’t.” were among the words and phases Josh uttered as Billy forged ahead without care. A tear ran down Josh's face. What was he doing? About thirty seconds later, Billy said “Feel my balls against your grundle you whore? I’m fucking all the way in you, you cum slut.” He signaled for the camera to move around to capture the moment as he held his diseased dick deep inside the boy. “And now I’m gonna death fuck you, you bitch.” Josh winced as Billy pulled almost completely out and then slammed balls deep again. Billy’s dick was raging hard, pulsing, throbbing, unyielding. He was skewering Josh, stabbing mercilessly at his prostate. Finally, he pulled out completely, flipped Josh around, and pushed him onto his back. Grabbing Josh’s ankles, he held his legs up, spread them wide and inserted his dick again. “I want you to look me in my eyes when I shoot my toxic load in you.” Josh looked up at Billy. He wasn’t sure what he was doing letting this dude fuck him (on camera no less). What had gotten into him? Billy’s thrusts got more intense as Josh studied the torso of the man who’s bare dick was inside him. He wasn’t at all like his obsession, Luke. He was skinny, if not sickly, and pale. Tatted up. Perhaps even a little dirty. Josh’s dick remained soft, but a little precum emerged as it bounced on his stomach while Billy terrorized his ass. “I’m close you bitch. You’re about to get my radioactive jizz. You’re looking at your fate. At Luke’s fate. You’re nothing but a toxic cum dump now. No meds. Just fucks.” Josh moaned as he looked into Billy’s eyes and saw them roll back. “FUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!! Billy screamed. “FUCK!!! I’m shooting in you! Fuck your ruined ass feels good!!! Oh shit, oh god, ooooh, oooh yeah.” A flood of semen invaded Josh's tight ass. The skin of Billy's dick was now completely frictionless against Josh's guts because of a soup of diseased sperm. Billy dropped Josh’s ankles, and his legs fell to the floor beside Billy’s. After a few seconds, Billy pulled his cock out of the pale white ass of Josh, pulling with it a bit of blood pink-tinged cum and ass juice. “That’s a fucking wrap.” Billy said into the camera.