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Got a good session at the local park the other day, was cutting through mid afternoon and took a bit of a circuit …thought it would be a bit early for any serious fun and spotted a tradie lad …thought he was pissing against a tree till I saw an old bloke sucking his knob …they must have heard me walking through the bracken coz the lad looks round and the old bloke was on his feet and running off before I even had a chance to join in. The lad was 20s and fit ish ..some tats and a really white cock and arse (mega tan lines and sunburn) He’s trying to put his cock away but im like giving him a grin and he stops and nods down at it …im on my knees and sucking his wet cock getting my tongue under his forskin (love a foreskin) …he’s got a nice hairy arse and crack and im working my fingers against his taint and up towards his hole …he tastes ace and smells of fresh sweat and lynx His cock is rock hard in my mouth and im rubbing his hole with a wet finger He’s like “want me to shoot in ya gob mate or want to fuck?” Yeah im up for a fuck …”ok mate but not here though” (bit disappointed bout that) …”vans just over there” …nodding to the little road …(better 😉 ) We get to his van and get in the back …its well hot ..im already sweaty …but there’s room and the floor is padded Hes on his back pants off cock hard and im sucking and get back to fingering him …he pulls some lube and said want to fuck me ? …Im usually a bottom but Im already wanking and wet my cock seems to want to …so sure He gets on all fours and I can’t help but eat him for a bit while wanking him …he’s making some well interested noises …till he’s “mate please fuck me” …I line up and wipe my pre cum on his wet hole before slowly sliding in bb…fuck mate u in me bare ? Duh! He’s red-hot inside tight and slick. Yeah mate ….cool he said …I fucked him for several min getting deep as he relaxed in to it …then told him I was going to cum in him and he was fucking loving it Shot a big load deep in him then got him on his back and sucked his load out of him while fingering his cummy hole Prob took us longer to find our pants and trousers in the back of the van that it took to blow our loads …got out the van covered in sweat looked like id been dunked in the pond anyone that saw us must have know we’ed been fucking Cool 😜

Part 15 He had taken pictures. I could not remember when he had done that, and it made me worry for just a second until I realized he had taken ownership of me. It drove me mad with excitement and I resumed my search for dicks and loads frantically. I posted a quick connect add on BBRT “Dirty sub btm looking to be used and to add to the load count”. It was already midnight, I was supposed to be at the conference at 9am the next day, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep without at least one more dick to push that first poz load deeper inside. The saviour came from Grindr. -“Hey! Are you staying at Hotel X?” The guy was at the same hotel as mine. -“Yeah!” I answered.-“I’m in room 452. Looking to unload quickly before going to bed.” The guy was 2 floors above me, just a quick elevator ride to a load. His profile was saying 35, 5’10, athletic, with an unclear torso picture. But at that point, I could not care less about who was fucking and breeding me. -“Are you loaded already?” he asked. -“Yeah, got one load earlier, looking for another one” -“Okay with anonymous action?” The idea of not knowing where the load comes from had always been a huge turn on. -“Definitely!” I texted back. -“Then come up to room 452. Door will be unlocked, lights off. There’s a blindfold by the door. You strip down to your jockstrap then put the blindfold on. I’ll take it from there. Be here in 10 minutes.” I quickly got up from my bed, slipped my jockstrap back on, put on my shorts and a t-shirt and left my room. I made my way to the stairwell, hoping I would avoid running into my colleagues. The probability was low considering it was past midnight, but I was still a bit worried about them finding out what I was doing when they were not looking. I quickly escalated those two floors, and arrived in front of his door. As he had said, the door was unlocked and left ajar. No light was coming out from the slim opening and I discreetly pushed the door and slipped into the room. A blindfold was lying on the floor, just in the ray of light from the hall. I grabbed it and closed the door behind me. I could just figure out the basic configuration of the room in the darkness, with very little light filtering through the closed curtains. I saw someone lying on the bed, breathing kind of loudly as he was probably jerking his cock. The room smelled of sweat and poppers which multiplied my level of horniness by ten. I did as I was told, and I took off my shorts and my t-shirt, leaving only my white jocks on. I put the blindfold on, and I heard him get up from his bed and approach me. -“Good boy!” His voice was deep but soft. He gripped my head from the back and push it to his chest before directing my face slowly but firmly to his pits. The smell was strong and musky and I avidly buried my nose in them. -“Good boy! I have a nice load for you if you work well for it!” he said while pushing my head down to his dick. He rubbed his wet dick on my face once I got down on my knees. He had probably been jerking for a while as his cock felt a bit sticky from precum. I heard a bottle of poppers being opened and inhaled deeply, before he put it under my nose, ordering me to sniff. -“That’s it, that will make you nice and obedient, won’t it!”

I very much doubt that a vaccine given on a Tuesday is going to offer you any significant defense by Saturday. It’s not a condom. The vaccine itself doesn’t make you immune; the contents of the vaccine trigger an immune response in your body to develop antibodies specific to the pathogen so that if you come into contact with it your immune system can deal with it. Developing that specific immune response, and ramping it up to an effective level in the body, takes time. You weren’t “good to go” the moment you got the jab, and you probably won’t be for several days.

So I'm traveling on the west coast.... am not solo but I have limited play time and am looking after a friend whose 20 years older than me. Yesterday the heat got to him so around 3PM he wanted to go to the hotel and just chill for the night. So I got him set with everything he might need and he knew where the restaurant and shop in the hotel were located and I told him I was going to the baths. Instead, I booked a room at the Days Inn on Hotel Circle nearby and checked in got my hole ready. Posted on all the sites and five hours later ended up with eight loads up my ass.... not great.... but not bad. A couple of them were quite memorable.... this latino came in with a gorgeous although not huge cock (about 7" I guess) but it tasted so good and he was solid muscle with a bit of meat on him, just the way I like them. He had long hair tied back in a ponytail and a big bushy beard. He wasn't very verbal but he fucked me on the corner of the bed without even taking his jeans off. I love that! And he planted the biggest load up my ass I've had in a while. The other truly memorable fuck was a Native American who wanted me naked and ass up on the bed. He came In and undressed and immediately ate my ass out so good.... then fucked it so nice with some serious back and forth rhythm until he blew his load up my ass. When he came around so that I could clean off his cock I looked up and he had the most beautiful round mustached face with a big smile on his face. I asked him to come back later in the evening to fuck me again but he said he couldn't. Oh well... all in all a good night .

Chapter 4 The Guy stared to move, and the Kid started to get off but the guy held him down, he had other ideas. He kept his cock up the Kid’s ass and stood up. This gave the Kid’s ass a strange feeling as he never moved around with anything up his ass. He decided he liked this new feeling The Guy bent the Kid over and said “ I have a little more for you “. The guy pushed the Kid over to where his head was almost between his knees. The other guys helped support the Kid in this new position. With that the guy stared to empty his bladder in the kid once again. The Kid cold feel the warmth and fullness that immediately overtook him. The Guy said “ Here is your second load of chem piss tonight. It should be stronger than the last. I want to see your young body wasted “. I plan on making some money on you tonight. The Kid wasn’t sure the meaning of what the guy was saying. In this position the chem filled blood was rushing to his head getting him spun back up and the piss that was now deep in his guts would be boosting that effect. Apparently, this guy knew one of the other ones and told him to give him his phone out of his pants pocket. The kid realized that the guy took off his shorts and was now naked from the waist down. The other guy got the ones phone and handed it to him. The guy asked the Kid how he was feeling, the Kid replied “ I am a little dizzy and getting really hot bent over “. All three guys smiled at this. They knew what was going on. The guys cock wasn’t hard any more but was still big enough to keep it logged in the Kids tight ass. The guy said to let the kid up. The Kid started to stand up and the guy said “ Take it slow, you don’t want me to slide out and let all that nice juice out, do you “ ? the Kid said a week “ No “ and straightened up. The guy pulled the kid tight and sat down again with his cock still firmly imbedded in the Kid’s rectum. With this movement the cum and piss was starting to gurgle in the Kid’s bowels and everyone heard it. The guy handed his phone to the one guy and told him to take some Pics. He told the guy to not show any faces just this youngster sitting on his lap with a cock in his ass. The guy took several pics from different angles and then handed the phone back to the guy. The guy looked thru them and then sad “ These will do fine, after all, you need to have pics of your merchandise your selling ”. the guy chuckled. The Kid wasn’t paying attention as to what the guy was saying, all he knew is he was really feeling good and the dizzy feeling wasn’t going away. He told the one guy he knew to go to his car and get his bag out of the back of it. while the guy was gone the one that the Kid was sitting on stared doing stuff with his phone. The other guy stared playing with the Kid’s cock that was showing signs of life again and commented on it. the other guy said that this Kid was a real treasure. He told the guy to grab the Kid’s nuts and give them a squeeze. The kid jerked when he felt his nuts getting worked and his ass instinctively contracted. The guy that as in his ass said “ Oh fuck. This isn’t the first time he got used “. He also said that he would make enough to get favors for the rest of the month. The Kid had no idea as to what the guy had planned, but by the end of the night his life would have new meanings.

We kinda have a don’t tell policy about out little playtime he doesn’t tell my boyfriend and I don’t tell Anyone else, like my sister-in-law, this last Friday he changed the game he showed up at the same time as always but this time he showed up with three of his friends from work, he said they wanted to checkout my new PS4, they had beer and Tequila chips and dip , a little after work party, his friends were pretty cool and not bad looking either I sat on the side while they ran around the virtual world shooting up stuff drinking beer and taking Tequila shots, I’m really into the game at this point, not paying a lot of attention to what’s going on, my brother says “back in a min. gotta go drain the python!” one of his friends Mark says “that Shit’s not a python it’s another fucking leg!” he says laughing, now I’m watching two of the guys play so I don’t see my brother when he comes out of the bathroom, all the guys look over at the same time “oh Shit” my brother comes walking over and stands in front of the T.V. with his Pants & underwear down around his ankles , both of his hands are wrapped around his cock and still 5 inches are showing, he starts walking toward me and says “Open your mouth!” I say “No, get outta here” I act like he’s kidding around and we’ve never fooled around before, “I Said suck my fucking dick!” and he pushes it into my face, I said “no stop playing”, I feel someone grab my head and he keeps it in place, now I can’t move my head and my brother’s massive cock forces it’s way thru my lips, so give in and start sucking, I hear the whole room say different things “holly Shit” “fuck how is he taking that shit?” my brother pulls out so I think he done, I’m thinking he’s just showing off in front of his friends, but right as he pulls out one of his buddy’s shove his cock in my mouth it’s not as long as my brother’s dick but it’s getting fatter around in my mouth, I hear my brother say “Next!” and another dick gets put in my mouth this one is big and uncut leaking precum like crazy into my mouth, he grabs my head and rams his semi-soft dick down my throat and leaves it there holding my nose, I feel it growing hard down my esophagus, filling my throat so I can’t breath then pulling out just when I think I won’t get any air, they somehow pick me up and flip my on my back so my ass is up and the back of my head is down on the couch, then the fourth guy kneels in front me, he’s a black guy with a huge dick he starts fucking my mouth, it goes in easier now that I’m on my back I can take the length a lot easier but it’s still to fat for my mouth, he pulls it out of my mouth and slaps my face saying “watch the teeth!” then back in it goes, the blood is rushing to my head, I’m really dizzy it so surreal, the black guy pulls out and now the Uncut German guy is fucking my throat, That's when I realize my pants and underwear are coming off, I hear the Latin guy say while playing with my big hairy balls “man he has a pretty big dick!” jacking it my precum starts flowing like a bottle of lube I can feel his hand roughly slapping my dick “he got this hard from sucking dick?” the German guy says “watch this” he pulls his dick out of my mouth and puts his ass in my face, so I start licking it , his hole is kind of Hairy and smells really musty an sweaty but I lick his hole from ball sack to drilling deep in his hole, he gets off and now mark starts pumping my mouth with his 7 inch cock, not as big as the other guys but still choking me, I start feeling fingers playing with my hole using my pre-cum to wet it, then someone spits, and then I feel what feels like a hand go in, I hear my brother say “see this is what I did to his ass on vacation” my brother is opening my hole he’s fucking me slow and deep, “turn him over” some one says, they flip my over so my ass is hanging over the back of the couch, “wait wait” I say but they don’t hear me the uncut German guy goes in my hole his pre-cum seems to make great lube, he fucks my ass slapping my dick which gets harder with every thrust! He black guy is back in my mouth, I’m sucking his cock and it taste so good now that I’m use to the size, the guy pumping my ass starts shooting his load I can feel him pulse each shot deep in my hole, he pulls out and another dick goes in, he’s fucking me so hard our balls are slapping together, “oh Fuck Oh Fuck!” I hear him say, then I feel him pulse and shake pounding his load deep in my ass, he pulls his softening dick out and then I’m pulled down on the floor onto my back! I feel a huge pain in my ass but the next cock is so big it push the cum deeper into my hole, it really hurt at first but with each thrust it feels better, feels so good now ,I know he’s my brother but his massive cock feels so good, the black guy and my brother are fucking me from both ends, my brother’s cock in my ass has me so full my dick is super hard now from the Pounding my hole is getting, the black guy is holding my hands down as he pumps my throat , my hole I now a loose open wet mess now my brother is banging me to the hilt I’m taking his full fat 9 inches I’m so hard, my hole is so open my brother Pulls all the way out then plows into me balls deep fuck his cock is so hard he screams out “Holy Fuck!” and starts pump my ass full of cum! He’s so deep in my ass the pulse of him fucking me triggers me cumming I start shooting a fountain of cum all over my face and chest, the black guy pulls out of my mouth runs over to my ass and plunges is fat dick in my hole unloading another huge load! The guys all get dressed and out in minutes, my brother says “that was fun, see you next week!” and I’m by myself, I stand up and as I make my way to the bathroom cum just pours out of my ass, I’m not sure how I feel about what happened, I think I could have stopped it but I kinda didn’t want to, it got a little rough but I guess no pain , no gain, and my wild open ass is still sore after 3 days, I hope they each come back one day so I can have my turn at fucking them!

PART 3: Chaos deepens I sat there for a few moments, trying to work my phone. I opened the apps and saw a few messages here and there. As I wrestled with the phone, I felt a cool touch on my leg. A bottle of poppers, the same bottle of poppers I had used earlier, left behind. I really enjoyed them and they made everything feel extra heightened but I felt too overwhelmed to even think of using them now. I checked Grindr and saw a message from a blank profile about 200 meters away. I guess I was? Wasn’t I? I just sent him my location without thinking much else. It took too much effort to even do that, but I figured. What the hell. Im already fucked. I could barely get that message out. I was so out of it. I was also mostly messaging with one hand. My free hand kept going to my asshole, rubbing the cum inside my hole. It felt loose and when I touched it I felt so alive. Another man had cum inside me and I could tell I wanted more. And I wanted it anon. I started crafting another message when his next one came in. I wanted to say, “I want it anon. Ill be ass up and waiting.” But when I read, then processed his next message, I thought, does anything change? Fuck it. No it doesnt. This was it. I was going to get another round. I had saw a few other messages from other hot accounts, but I spent all my energy on sending these messages. I felt like I had reached a peak state of fuck energy. I just wanted to get used. I put down the phone and rolled over, ass up. I resumed the position I took for the earlier guy and I started huffing poppers. I didn’t have to wait long. Moments later I felt the air in the room change. I wasn’t alone. He was here. I didn’t know anything about him and overall, our engagement was much shorter than it was with the guy who railed me earlier. I heard clothes hit the floor as he shifted himself up and onto the bed. “You wanna suck me until my friend arrives?” He had a bit of an accent. I took that as a command. I took a hit of poppers, shifted a bit but kept my face down, and shoved his semi-hard cock in my mouth. I heard him make sniffing noises as his cock got hard in my mouth. “You partying?” I just moaned. It was getting late and I suppose I probably looked high. I was grinding my ass up and down, while sucking this strangers cock. I never saw myself as a partier, but here I was, high and getting used by anonymous men. “You want a rip?” I opened my eyes and saw a bunch of white powder on the end of a key. I had no idea what it was, but I wasn’t feeling hesitant about anything. I leaned forward and sniffed and put his dick right back in my mouth. “Fuck yeah, that’s it. We are going to share you and you can have some fun with us, okay?” I just moaned again. “My friend likes it really discreet. Do you mind if I cover your eyes with something?” I couldn’t quite place the accent, but it didn’t matter. His cock tasted and felt amazing, I was really feeling the extra effects of whatever powder I just snorted, and I was so incredibly horny. I took another hit of poppers and moaned, “okay…” I didn’t intend it to sound so hesitant, my mind was made up and I was ready to step it up, but I also couldn’t believe I was doing this. He leaned over me and grabbed something out of his bag. Then, putting his hands on my head and fucking my face he said, “alright, he is nearby. You ready?” He slipped something over my eyes, a t-shirt, or bandana, whatever it was, it was soft but it completely obstructed the view. While his dick was still in my mouth he said, “Take another rip. We are going to get you fucked up.” He pulled out, grabbed my head, and positioned the powder in front of my nose. I snorted, and just as I did I heard the door open and close again. What a satisfying sound. “Hey. He is ready for you. Dive in. He is partying too.” I felt a tap on my leg and the weight of a body move up behind me. I had no idea who this was. We didnt even chat. Now I was high and getting higher, already filled up with cum from another guy, and here I was about to get used by two more. What. The. Fuck. I needed it. Maybe this is who I was supposed to be? I felt fingers at my hole. “Is this cum or lube?” It was a different voice. I just moaned, barely able to form words. He didn’t wait for a response. “Doesn’t matter. It will be cum soon enough anyway.” I heard the sound of a bottle, presumably lube, then I felt him shove his fingers in my hole. Something felt different right away. It wasn’t just the fact that I had been fucked, it was also a new sensation. Something tingled, stung a bit, and just… just felt different. He jammed fingers in and out of my hole while I was getting face fucked by this other guy. He stopped abruptly as the guy inside my mouth pulled out and slapped my face with his wet cock. “Yeh… rail this bitch” The energy shifted. The guy behind spread my ass cheeks, then I felt the head of his dick at my hole and then I felt him completely inside of me. He dove deep, just like instructed. The guy at my face planted his dick back in my mouth. Both kept up a steady rhythm. Guy in my ass laid it on me heavy, moving my body up and down with the bouncing of the bed. Diving deep and pulling out all the way so just the head was inside with each stroke. It felt amazing. It was really rocking me in ways that I experienced with the previous guy, but it also felt extra. My hole and lower half of my body felt like it was tingling, light, and euphoric. I could only grind my body up against his as he shoved himself deep inside me. He pulled my hair and my head back with one hand, grabbing my neck with the other. The other guy’s dick came out of my mouth leaving a long strand of spit behind that fell on my face and neck. “Take some more”. A key was placed at my face. I snorted. Hands were shoved in my mouth. I licked. It felt like there was a tingling in my mouth and head that was spreading down me to meet the tingling in my lower half. I was flying and loving every second. I wasn’t hard anymore, just a soft wet cock with strands of cum and lube running down my taint and balls. The guy in my ass was making bit wet slapping sounds as he plowed me. It felt like he was close. Suddenly he pulled out and I heard him grunt. The guy that was in my mouth leaned over and I felt my ass cheeks being spread apart, followed by warm spray of cum all over my hole and ass. “Fuck yeh. Lube him up.” He shoved his dick back inside me for a couple more pumps then dismounted. Tingles everywhere. “Have fun.” That was also that was said again between the two. The sound of clothes being put on then the doors opening and being shut soon followed. The other guy was on the bed, but just leaning back a bit, not fucking my face or touching me. I took a moment to sniff some poppers. Before they even hit I started grinding my ass up and down. “Fuck dude. You are hot. I wanna fuck you, but I dont think I am ready to cum yet. You cool if I invite someone else over?” I could barely speak but my body was telling me I needed to get filled. Now. “Okay.” I didn’t sound hesitant this time. I sounded desperate. “Fuck yeh.” He slapped my ass hard and shoved his fingers inside. I felt every bit of his fingers. The texture of his skin, the knuckles, the base, everything. It felt like I was a part of him. “I just sent your address to a few guys. We are going to keep you partied up and pounded out.” Who the fuck had I become?

Honestly been a while since I did anything crazy, but I'm out of town right now visiting my dad and all I want to do is to secretly plan for a guy to fuck me hard and knock me up while I'm talking to him. I was toying with the idea of getting knocked up and haven't pulled the trigger yet (tried a few times but it didn't take), but I've now been off of hormones for close to a year and my doctor said I should be ready to go whenever. I need a real man's seed deep inside my cunt. I'll be back in town on the 11th.

I just know for me personally, I feel hornier now than when I was on meds and undetectable.

I am in a long term open relationship - my daddy loves that i am a slut and is very supportive in my cumdump endeavors! He loves me for the slut i am....100% honesty and openness..no stress no drama and he doesn't play with me - but my daddy and i have our own special fun! ❣️

Forgot to update. Lol. We collected 12 loads in Atlanta. We are heading to FTL on Sept 16 for Cumunion and hope to break that record. 😈🔥

I didn't like the look or feel of condoms, prefer the feel of bare cock and just kept it that way. As the years gone on I love the feeling of a guy unloading in me and the feel of the cum inside and dribbling out

Had no choice in the 1st time. I was not aware what it was going to happen about 20 years ago. I was not into guys then maybe a little curious.... I was at a bar with a few straight friends and met a couple of guys. We had fun with them and drank alot. One of the guys we met we kinda hit it off. Making fun of people at the bar. I drank a lot of shots and my new friend kept buying me shots. When my friends were leaving my new friend asked me to take him home he lived 5 minutes away he was too drunk..so was I.. I drove him home he asked me to stay because i almost hit a few cars on the way to his place. So he gave me a spare room and I passed out on the bed. A few hours later i think he came in and unbuttoned my shirt and paints i was not awake for this. I dont remember him pulling my paints off either. But i kinda woke up when he started to fuck me. He used a ton of lube and must have started very slow. I was almost totally awake and he was deep pumping away. I was shocked and confused but the funny thing i enjoyed it.. He definitely filled my ass with cum i was dripping. He then sucked me till I came which was like 2 seconds lol. It was a great 1st time..

Chapter 3 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 The guy pulled his cock out of the Kid and the other guy got behind the Kid. He thought he was going to get fucked again but was surprised when the guy squeezed his cheeks and spread them open, then the guy stared sucking on the Kids gaping hole. The feelings were great to the Kid and he cooed and stated to relax. The heat in his groin was in total control of him now. He remembered this feeling and love letting this part of him go. The Guy stopped and the Kid was disappointed as it felt really great. The Guy took a hit on the Pipe and then went back to the Kid’s ass and Blew that smoke in the Kid’s rectum. He felt it go n and it really felt strange. The guy held the Kid’s cheeks together so it would stay in. The Guy took a second hit and then blew that in the Kids ass. He felt it this time even more, probably because of the Volume. The Guy squeezed the Kid’s cheeks together again and said “ That is really strong stuff ”. The guy opened the Kid’s cheeks and put his mouth on his hole. He stared sucking the white cloud out of the Kid. Between the two hits and the guy had and the heat of the moment he was extremely aggressive with his ass eating. After he got the smoke out he wanted more and began using his teeth to try to open the hole more. The Kid was saying that it hurt and was begging to go easier. The guy didn’t go easy, in fact he bit down on the Kid’s sensitive rectum and the Kid yelled. The pain was intense but in a perverted was it was mixed with extreme pleasure. The totally confused the Kid. He had never felt like pain was the path to pleasure before. He remembered feeling pain when playing in the past but never the intense feeling of satisfaction and pleasure at the same time. The first guy to fuck him was sitting next to him and patted his cock which was now a full staff and ready for another go. The guy looked over and over and said “ Why don’t you come over here and sit on this “ . The Kid got up and turned around and squatted over the cock that was pointing straight up. One of the guys moved it and aimed it at the Kid’s now tender asshole. The Kid started to lower him self down on it when the Guy grabbed his hips and forcefully pulled the Kid down in one swift move. This took the Kid’s breath away at the sudden intrusion. Even though it wasn’t a huge cock he felt as if he was a puppet impaled on a pole. They put the Pipe back to the Kid’s mouth and told him to suck. He did as he was told and before long his head was spinning and he was really enjoying the cock imbedded in his ass. One of the guys there were now watching the Kid get his ass probed deeper than before said “ How old is this Kid. He can’t be legal “. There he was , sitting on this pole grinding his now over heated ass to get more in him, with a nice hard on and no hair from his face down , He looked like a teenager. One of the guys said “ I think we have a really young one to mess up tonight. Little did they know that the Kid was in his early 20s and was out of college already. A guy got om each side and lifted the Kid up and then dropped him back down on the cock. Each time the Kid made a different sound. He also said “ This feels so good. I want more”. It didn’t take long for the guy to say he was about to cum again. He said that this was not normal but this Kid was so hot inside he couldn’t resist giving him more in his sloppy cunt. As he started to cum in this Kid’s ass one of the guys knelt down and started sucking the Kid’s cock. It was long until the Kid erupted into the guy’s mouth. The guy with his cock up the Kids as felt the ring of fire in the kid to start contracting on his cock, it was as if the Kid had a magical cock the could suck like any mouth could. The guy said “ Christ, this kid’s ass is trying to suck my nuts not him “. The two were connected more than most would ever get. About the time the guy was done shooting in the Kid’s ow very sloppy ass the Kid was done shooting his cum down the guy’s throat. There was a very relaxed and feeling between the two of them. He hadn’t felt this connection to anyone for a while. The Guy stared to move, and the Kid started to get off but the guy held him down, he had other ideas. He kept his cock up the Kid’s ass and stood up. This gave the Kid’s ass a strange feeling as he never moved around with anything up his ass. He decided he liked this new feeling

I'd caution from drawing too many conclusions from this study. For one thing, as the authors admit, they can only compare behavior from earlier in an infected state with that from later in an infected state. There's no ethical way to study how infection itself changes a person's sex drive from before infection to after infection, which is what most people seem to be reporting anecdotally. Moreover, this presents a question of causality: is the advancing HIV infection/viral load physically causing people to have more frequent and riskier sex (the way rabies causes foaming at the mouth, for instance), or could it simply be that as guys become more accustomed to their HIV status, they relax about having sex and enjoying it more (and seeking more partners and riskier options) because the perceived danger of doing so has gone away?

I figured I'd start a new thread for folks to discuss the 2022 midterm elections (in the US, obviously) and beyond. Most of the time, in midterm elections (those which happen two years into a president's four-year term), the party to which the president does not belong usually makes gains, sometimes substantial ones, in at least one chamber of Congress and often both. We've seen this happen in 2018, 2014, 2010, and 2006 this century, and for many of the elections of the late 20th century as well. You'd have to go back to 2002 (when the Republicans gained seats in both the House and Senate while George Bush was president) to find an exception, but then the country was newly at war then, and Bush was riding high on approval at the time. Five or six months ago, pundits were predicting "the usual" for this year's midterms, with the Democrats projected to lose the House and Senate both. Given that inflation has been running high and we've very possibly been in a recession for some months - recessions are easier to diagnose retrospectively - things should be weighing even more heavily in favor of the Republicans this year. And yet... Looking at the Senate, it's looking increasingly like the Democrats will not only hold control of the Senate, but likely (by a small margin, but still) make gains of 2 or 3 seats. What once looked like a bloodbath in the House - the GOP was salivating over possibly gaining 40 or more seats - is looking more like a very close match. In the five special elections held to fill vacancies this calendar year, the Democratic candidate has outperformed Biden's 2020 showing in their particular district in every one - that is, in districts Biden carried, the Democrat won it by an even wider margin, and in districts Trump carried, the Democrat came closer to defeating the Republican candidate than the spread between Biden and Trump. In Tuesday's Alaska special House rate, in fact, the Democrat flipped the district from R to D (the Republicans had held the seat for nearly 50 years). Granted, that was partly to do with Alaska implementing ranked-choice voting; had the state held traditional closed primaries, the R vote might have consolidated around Sarah Palin. But perhaps not: what the ranked vote results show us is that only about half the voters who initially selected the second Republican marked Palin as their second choice; the other half chose the Democrat. It's pretty clear that a significant number of Alaskans did not want Palin, even enough usually solidly Republican voters, that when the choice came down to a Democrat or Palin, they chose the Democrat. And part of that is due to Trump's enthusiastic backing of Palin. While his endorsed candidates are often winning GOP primaries - see, for instance, Blake Masters, Mehmet Oz, Josh Mandel - many of them are facing a stiff challenge in states the GOP used to win handily. Just as disgust over Trump fueled the 2018 House Blue Wave, and swept Joe Biden into office, his insistence on being the public face of every race both boosts his endorsee with the GOP hard-core base and hurts him with moderate GOP-leaning voters while driving up turnout among Dems. Then, too, despite people months ago despairing over any part of the Biden agenda passing, But since then, he's gotten the Infrastructure Bill passed (after how many "Infrastructure Weeks" under Trump?), and the "Inflation Reduction Act" (which includes climate change provisions, drug pricing caps, extending ACA subsidies, and more), and he's taken executive action on things like student loan forgiveness and others - all told, far more actual legislating and action than The Former Guy got done in four years. And lastly, we can't discount the effect SCOTUS's overturning of Roe is having on galvanizing voters to turn out. In ruby-red Kansas, an attempt to strip abortion rights from protection in the state constitution failed by a huge margin - roughly 60/40 against taking away abortion rights. In KANSAS, a state that hasn't gone for the Democrats in a presidential election since 1964. So what are your thoughts on how the midterms are going to turn out?

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!

Generally I agree, except that the more of them you push together, it becomes easier to see bigger trends even if the details aren't quite right. What it looks like, for now, is that Trump's death-grip on the GOP is hurting more than it's helping - that may not continue to be the case, but, as noted, in all five special House races this year, the Dems are outperforming how Biden did in that same district just two years ago, suggesting a broader movement against Trumpism. I don't think we'll see massive change either direction either. But with things as closely balanced as they are right now in Congress, even a little shift one way or the other could spell either massive success or dismal failure. For instance, if we pick up two Senate seats, that instantly sidelines Joe Manchin and Krysten Sinema from their obstructionist agendas (as long as the rest of the Dems hold together). Things like a stronger reaction to climate change or closing the carried interest loophole suddenly become possible again (at least on the Senate side). And even things that haven't been pushed in the Senate yet might be seen as feasible. On the other side: we'd need to hold the House to get those things through, and that's a tougher order. I'm becoming more hopeful, though, that we can do that, and the Alaska flip is sweet, sweet news on that front (assuming Palin doesn't drop out of the race for the regular election this fall). If we lose the House, that's the end of any legislative achievements for the Biden administration, as the Republicans are as mad at him as they were at Obama for daring to win an election they think they own. At that point it becomes Executive Order City and, if we hold the Senate, judgeship confirmations galore.

I just took a load in an alley downtown behind a dumpster, stripped butt naked (shoes) fucked, bred spit on, and pissed on by 2 men for about 5-10 minutes where anyone could have seen.

Just took two delicious cocks back to back. One from a guy who I hooked up with years ago and the other from his friend who was visiting and staying at his place. Roleplayed a forced entry and it was super hot. Tied my hands behind my back and made me ride loads out of both of em on the bed. Lots of poppers and smoked a bunch of weed. Fucking beautiful experience

I remember when the UK decided (on the basis of science, I might add) to extend the gap between the first and second COVID shots by a few weeks, and the shock horror it caused round the world: “Oh, those crazy Brits- they’re at it again… first Brexit, now this 🤪” Turns out it produced a much better outcome, and soon everyone was doing it. Am I worried that the UK is currently prioritizing first doses, and has no schedule for the second? No, not one bit.

Definitely. Over the past decade, even without being on PrEP I have found that I have been drawn to poz undetectable guys. If anything, their being undetectable has appeal; they have confronted a potentially life-ending problem and successfully dealt with it.

So from my perspective as a Nevada resident, I'm not as confident in the Senate race here as you are. Yes Nevada has been trending Blue but the Republicans here have been receiving reinforcements from California. The irony is that the native Nevadan Republicans blame Californians for blue trend, the actual data shows we are getting more Republicans fleeing California than Democrats. Also the big sea change we had here is that after Bernie won the caucus in 2020, his supporters have taken over the state Democratic party from the old Harry Reid holdovers. So there has been some internal cconflict On the House side in Nevada, three of the four seats are currently held by Democrats, but the local gerrymander was pretty agressive so instead of the previous 2010 districts that had one safe R seat, one safe D seat and two more competitive discticts, we now have one safe R disctict and three very slightly D districts. So it is actually possible that Nevada could go from 1 R rep and 3 D reps to 4 R's. NNow having expressed the reasons to be concerned, there is also some good reasons to be optimistic. One is that there is also some infighting on the R side. Second, the Democrats took advantage of having unified control of the state government to make it easy to vote. All registered voters will be sent a mail in ballot. So that will hopefully help turnout and the higher the turnout the better Democrats chances. Third, Nevada is a fairly libertarian state and has abortion rright enshrined in the state constitution by way of a voter referendum (as well as having added gay marriage proactively to the state constitution in 2020), so the Republican overreach on social issues doesn't help them here.

Such hot story!

I’ve never had incest thoughts but I’ve always loved older men. Nothing is hotter to me then pleasuring an older men, taking their cum in either hole

My partner and I celebrated our 21st anniversary yesterday.

Oh wow, You were a Man of substance, even as a teen! This reminds me of a similar push back i've been privy to. i had the privilege of having a few email exchanges with Noam Chomsky a few years ago. He's an amazing, kind and caring Man. We were sharing some personal stuff and He told me that when He was younger, He decided He was going to be more religious than His father. Noam is Jewish, and this occurred when He was only 13 at the time of Bar Mitzvah. Both of Noam's parents taught at Yeshiva, essentially Jewish religious university. He told me that about a week into the process, He decided religion was not for Him. i am in awe that a 13 year old had the substance and presence of mind to make such a decision, which He has maintained His entire life. Interesting to me that Jewish culture has maintained the centuries old tradition that adulthood happens at 13 (puberty?).

Mine was my very first fuck in the late 70's. A neighbor in the next apartment complex and I met and hit it off. Time passed and eventually we got around to sex. He fucked me bare using hand lotion as lube. But that got me started. At a point one fellow used a condom which I hated. Never repeated that and have only barebacked either as a top or bottom since.

I've definitely given up on giving any credence to polling numbers. Here in Wisconsin there is a huge amount of attention being given to polling and hardly anything to what the candidates are actually saying. When I filter out the big money ads and just pay attention to direct candidate ads, there is an interesting contrast to Michels vs Evers. Evers has a long list of impressive accomplishments even though legislators were of the other party. Michels simply talks about destroying things; and what he wants to destroy are people who disagree with his Trump backed agenda. Pretty troubling. Overall, I suspect midterms on average won't change much at all. The R's of course are dominated by Trump which is troubling in so many ways. I rather hope that Kinzinger or Chaney make a run to oppose Trump in 2024. While IMO Trump has earned prison time, I think it unlikely that will happen. Democrats have some pretty far left agenda items which is almost as concerning as the right wing. In my best hopes; I would love to see is start ignoring both wingtips and move back to centrist which should get us back to meeting the needs of the 80% (ish). I would love to see Citizens United overturned. The ads have gotten old and the intensity and content now is absurd.

**Part 4** Three weeks later and there had been no contact from the bearded gentleman and his side kick. I'd returned to the park and the public convenience four or five times each week but there had been no sign of them. Unless they went there, I had no chance of finding them or they me. I was getting desperate. Although I couldn't really understand why. Beard had fucked his poz load into me. Mission accomplished. He'd done the deed and spread his seed. I'd got what I wanted, probably. Why would we need to be in contact again. It was what he said, that they would see me again soon, meet my new family. Each time I'd gone to the park looking for them I'd seen other guys but, I had no interest in having sex with On the Wednesday morning of the forth week I woke and didn't feel to good. I'd gone into work But had to leave early. My head felt like it had cotton wool in it and I had no energy. I went straight home and had a bath. I thought the warm water would sooth the aches I was feeing in my shoulders and back. It didn't help. By the time I got to bed I felt worse. Everything ached. I had the start of a sore throat, I felt cold and my head was throbing. The following morning I couldn't even get out of bed to call in sick. I had a fever and my headache was nothing like I'd ever had before. Suddenly my stomach decided to reject anything that was contained in it. I vomited where I lay. The putrid stench engulfed the room but, I was too weak to move. I was convinced I was dying. That's when I started hallucinating. I saw Beard and Goatee peering at me and smiling. Other men were looking at me to, some were sneering, some even laughing. Even in my dismal state I realised I had the fuck flu. My body was changing. The virus was taking over my body, like Sarah Palin inhabiting a new host. Being possessed by the devil's seed. I hoped I would fall asleep and never wake up. Even being dead and in hell couldn't be worse than this living hell I was in. I did fall asleep. Boy, did I sleep. Slept the sleep of the dead. When I did wake I felt a little better. I was still tired but the fever had subsided and I just had a normal headache, which very mild compared to how it had been. I looked at my digital alarm clock to see how long I had been asleep. I left work early on the Wednesday and according to the clock it was now Thursday. But, that couldn't be right. I was so sick I couldn't go to work on Thursday. Then I saw the date. I had been asleep for a whole week. How was that possible? I checked my surroundings. Everything was as it was except, I remember vomiting the entire contents of my stomach on the bed, but the bed was clean. Maybe I'd been hallucinating about being sick as I had about Beard, Goatee and the other men. I had been in such a state I didn't know was real and what wasn't. I rested my head on the pillow and dozed off to sleep again. I slept for another six hours and when I awoke I felt even better. I went to the loo for a piss then into the kitchen to make tea. My throat was dry, I needed a brew. As I filled the kettle I noticed a folded piece of paper by the sink. That's strange I thought. I put kettle on its base and flicked the switch. I picked up the paper, opened and read it. Shocked I sat down at the kitchen table and read it again. 'Hope your feeling better. We'll see you soon. Your friends from the Public Convenience. My mind couldn't quite take it all in. I had pucked up on the bed. I had seen Beard and Goatee and who were those other guys? Were they the family Beard mentioned. Over the next week or so I made a slow recovery. The boss at the garage was well pissed off with me. Work had backed up and he even had to refuse taking on new jobs. Still when I eventually went back to work there was loads of overtime. I wondered how Beard and Goatee had found me. How they knew I had the fuck flu. How had they managed to change the bed clothes and clean the place up with me in it. I wasn't to sure about anything that had happened during the week of my unconsciousness. The only thing I was sure about was that I was now HIV positive. I had absolutely no regrets, now that the fuck flu had passed I felt fine. My sex drive had disappeared while I was recovering but, was now returning with a vengeance. I even had to visit the toilet at work, sometimes a couple of times a day, to wank off. I'd never done that before. My sperm looked the same but, I knew it wasn't. It was toxic, poisonous, poz sperm. Maybe that's what was making me so horny. The knowledge that I was possessed by the demon seed. One night on the way home I decided to visit the park. It was Winter now. The summer heat had long gone. It was cold and wet. There wouldn't be any guys looking for a quick fuck in the woods tonight but the public convenience was open. Although it wasn't particularly warm at least it was dry. I hadn't visited to often lately and when I had the place had been deserted. I even hung around in there sometimes to see if anyone wandered in later but, no one ever did. This night though my luck was in. As I walked in the little bulb was still straining to have any serious impact on the dark squalid interior. At the far end of the building I saw a figure leaning against the wall. I couldn't see his face but he had a slight build and as I approached him I could see he was fairly young, maybe 19 or 20. As he moved forward the pale light I recognised the face but couldn't place it. My cock was already rigid. Harder than it had ever been. This was the first physical contact I was about to have since last time I was here. Then I was a chaser, now I could be a gifter. I was really horny. I really wanted, needed to fuck this guy. He wasn't my usual type. Too young, too skinny. I unzipped and got my cock out. Not only was it harder than it had ever been, it actually looked bigger. My victim got on his knees and took me in his mouth. He had a sweet mouth. He loved sucking cock I could tell. He was good at it to. It was at that moment I realised who he was. He was the lad sucking the old guys cock in the woods the night I got fucked and pozzed in here. He was really going to work on me now, sucking and licking for all he was worth. I was really enjoying this, it felt great. Then annoyingly he stopped and stood up, looked into my eyes and said "Poz me" I was slightly taken aback. He told me that one night he'd seen me when he was sucking an old man off in the woods. He finished the old guy off and it had started to rain so, he made his way to the toilets but, the light was off, must have been a power cut due to the lightning, so he just stood in the doorway. He heard moaning and heard someone say "Poz me, please poz me" at which point there was a bright flash of lightning and he looked in. He'd seen me on my knees and a bearded guy behind me. He'd seen him ram his cock up my arse and another guy sit on my head. He said he was a bit scared so, ran off but, since then all he could think about was being fucked like he'd seen me getting fucked and pozzed and wanted it. He asked if I had definitely been pozzed up that night and I told him I had and how bad the fuck flu had been. He had his hand on my cock and was stroking it gently. "Please, will you breed me, poz me, I want it so bad. He undid his button fly and dropped his jeans to the floor then kicked them free of his feet. Then he removed his coat and shirt. I told him he didn't need to take everything off but he said "I want to be naked when you fuck me. I want you to see the body that your seed is infecting. It was freezing in there but, I did the same and removed everything. He told me he wanted it as hard as I had been fucked. "Show me know mercy. Fuck me as hard as you want, I'm yours. I want make sure it takes" He got onto his knees on the floor. It was still filthy, if anything worse than when I had last been on it. Guys had come in with wet muddy shoes on and it looked like no one had cleaned it in ages. I moved in behind him and parted his arse cheeks. Like I said, he wouldn't normally have been my type but he had a beautiful arse. Firm cheeks and a tiny pink hole which I started fingering. He was very tight. I told him I didn't have any lube and he said he didn't want it. He wanted it to hurt. He wanted to make sure he was infected. I licked my fingers anyway and stuck two up him. He winsed but didn't pull away. I played with his hole for a few minutes then positioned my cock on the rim. I waited a few seconds then, in one quick, hard movement rammed my cock into him. He screamed and started crying. I ignored him and fucked him as hard as I could. His hole felt great on my cock. Although it was cold in the building I soon began to warm up even though I was naked. I continued to fuck him hard. After five minutes or so he had stopped whimpering and was telling me to fuck him harder. My thighs were smacking against his arse and my balls were banging against his own. My hands gripped his hips as my cock rammed his hole. His hole felt wet now, I suspected from a little of my precum but mostly his blood. I was close. The pressure in my cock had reached its limit. I was at boiling point and I was about to boil over. I couldn't hold off any longer. I pumped his arse full with a massive load. I shouted in ecstasy. He knew I was filling him with poz seed and told me to give it all to him. God I was thinking, that was a great fuck. As I recovered I was aware of another presence in the room. I looked back and saw Beard looking at me with a huge grin on his face. How the fuck does know everything? **To be continued **

I can only speak for myself...haven't stopped having sex and haven't stopped barebacking. I think a lot of guys have gotten freaked out about it and the last time I went to Spa Castle it was pretty dead there. University started back up so I've been hooking up more with guys there than guys at the gym or on the trail near me. I got my MP vaccine today as I'm going to Corpus Christi for the weekend and wanted to be able to play and relax without worrying about MP. I guess we'll see if guys are willing to hook up or aren't on account of MP.

Part 11: Dominic Wants Will (A prequel from Dominic's perspective) I slammed my dick hard into his ass, relishing the sound of his moans and gasps. “Fuck, dude,” the sweaty man beneath me cried, hands nearly white as they clung to his legs, revealing a bleeding asshole. “It’s like you’re shoving a baseball bat inside me.” “It’s the same as the first time I fucked you,” I said, slamming back inside. “That’s why you’re bleeding just as much now as then.” He laughed as he tried to breathe. I slammed again, going further this time. His shaking hands lost hold of his legs which fell onto my shoulders. His hands reached up and grabbed for my chest, fingers running through my chest hair. I looked down and caught sight of gleaming gold. I loved it when they still wore their wedding rings while being fucked by someone else. A thought crossed my mind, something a bit dirty. I grabbed his left hand and slipped his ring off, making sure he saw what I was doing even as stars flashed before his eyes. “You know what I think of this?” I asked him, showing him the ring. I reached behind me and stuck it between my ass cheeks, the ring lost in ass hair and sweat. “For safe keeping.” “Safe?” the man laughed again, his hands running down my body and stopping on the tattoo on my pelvis. “There’s nothing safe about you. You’ve ruined my marriage.” I looked down at the biohazard tattoo beneath his fingers and then over to my arm on which there were tally marks tattooed. A freshly done 49th tally had been done only just that morning. Jackson, the man I was fucking, had called me a week and a half before, letting me know that he had come down with the flu. He and I both knew it was more than that. Jackson was a married man from a few states over, routinely flying here for business. I had found him on an app where he listed himself as a hungry cheating hole needing a big dick and a big load. When we had met and I stripped of my clothes, he saw my tattoo and took a step back. “Guess you know what that means.” I said. “I don’t just got a big load. I’ve got a life changing load. If you want it, it’s all yours.” Jackson’s eyes lifted from the tattoo and met mine, a smile filling his face. “Fuck up my life, you dirty fucker.” Now, as I unloaded more of my toxic cum into his insides, I thought about what he was going to tell his wife the next time she wanted to fuck. Will he infect her? Will he leave? Did I care? Honestly, a bit. Yes, I enjoyed plowing his ass, ruining his hole, and dumping my poz seed into his bleeding body. He had jumped at the chance. Still, a part of me cared about what was going to happen to him. I wanted him to enjoy himself. He was now free. He could fuck whomever he wanted. I had given him a gift. He should thank me. I felt the ring still between my ass cheeks and wondered if he’d notice flying back home without it. I like souvenirs. That, or I could sell it and get some cash. Either way. Jackson left, with his ring, both smelling of my sweat. He walked funny, his insides still rearranged from my dick’s intrusion. I loved watching men walk away, trying to gain composure, their bodies adjusting to the raw fucking they had just endured. Sometimes, it felt amazing knowing that they couldn’t walk at all, their entire bodies shut down as they contemplated what I had just done to them. In more ways than one, I impacted their bodies. I told Jackson to call the next time he was in town. I wanted to give him his first tattoo, preferably a biohazard symbol on his ass or lower back. The man was a bottom slut. Once his wife left him, I knew he wouldn’t go around using his dick to fuck anyone. It was all about his hole now. I had that effect on men. I showed them how much of a bottom they truly were. I also showed them how deeply they craved cock. Once you’ve been fucked by me, there’s no going back to pussy. Give me any man, and I’m sure I can change him. Not that I sought out men to do this to. Why spend so much time chasing down someone just to see if I can get them into bed? If they wanted my big dick unloading my precious load in their asses, they’d come after me. *** “Start wearing condoms yet?” Doctor Wade asked. I sat naked on the examination table in my doctor’s office. This man wasn’t just my doctor. He was also a neg hole I had pozzed. He had sought me out, and I was only more than willing to make him a tally on my arm. He was a hot fuck, huge muscles, beautiful face. Plus, it was good to have a doctor on the same “team” as me. “Never,” I told him. “Good boy.” I smiled. “Looking for more marks?” he asked as if he could read my mind. He pointed down at my tattoos. “Which one am I again?” I pointed his tally out. “I see 49 is new. Who was the guy?” “A married guy,” I told him. “I fuck him when he’s on routine business trips.” “Did he know?” I smiled. “He practically jumped on my dick, he wanted it so bad.” Doctor Wade moaned, his hand reaching down to his own crotch were his dick was tenting his pants. “Fuck. How do you always find guys like this?” “I’m a bit of a magnet for hot guys,” I told him. “Not just hot guys,” he said. “You’ve got a talent for the [banned word]. If there’s a guy out there who could end up on a [banned word] site or fetish board, you somehow find him. I’m surprised you haven’t fucked your own dad.” “I wouldn’t touch that asshole,” I told him. I hated my dad. I had my reasons. My brother and I escaped that man as soon as we could have when we were eighteen. It wasn’t too long after that that my brother, Roco, and I were first introduced to gay sex. He and I never fucked since we were both tops. Sure, we spit roasted a few guys, but that was it. I’m not as [banned word] as he thinks, I thought, watching as Doctor Wade continued rubbing his dick. “When’s your next appointment?” I asked. Doctor Wade smiled, undoing his pants. “We’ve got time.” I hoped off the table. “Then get on.” *** I was pouring sweat, dropping the fifty pound weights. It had been a few hours since I started my work out. It was easy to lose track of time when you’re surrounded by sweaty men, their musk filling the air. Bottle that up, and you could make a killing. “Pushing hard?” Neil asked. Neil was the general manager of the gym. He was gay, but he only used condoms, meaning we had no chance of fucking. He was a handsome man who often had the female gym-goers tripping over themselves. They did the same with me, clearly unaware that they were barking up the wrong trees on every count. “Got to keep looking good,” I said. “Well, the work is paying off,” he said. He turned, waving his hand at someone across the gym. “Great job, Will. You killed it.” “Thanks, Neil,” a voice shouted back. I turned and spotted the man Neil had called to. He was young, late twenties if I had to guess. He had brown hair, stubble, and an athletic build without being overly muscled. His shirt was covered in sweat, his bare arms glistening under the gym lights. If you wanted to picture the perfect “boy next door,” he was it. I was probably double this man’s age, or close to it give or take five years, something which got me hard immediately. I liked younger guys, playing into my ability to be both the dominant and the daddy. “Who was that?” I asked. “That was…” Neil eyed me, a smirk turning his face. “Oh, no. Not happening.” “What?” “What do you mean ‘what?’ You’ve got your scouting goggles on.” “I just asked who he is.” “And why do you want to know?” I tried to think of an excuse other than the truth he had already guessed. The only head working was the one pushing to escape my jockstrap. “So what if I think he’s hot?” “Every gay man in this gym has clocked him already,” Neil said, “and I’ve shot down every hope and dream.” “Why?” I asked. “You want him for yourself?” “Absolutely,” Neil said. “I’d have him fuck me against a cactus. That’s not the problem.” “Married?” Neil shook his head. “Pastor.” “What?” I asked. “Pastor? As in, like, a church?” “As in wedged up high into God’s ass, there’s no room for anyone else.” I tried to catch a glimpse of the man as he walked out the front door. “What church?” “The Church of Never Gonna Happen,” Neil said. “Drop it.” He walked away, leaving me to stare. *** “Fuck,” Tom groaned as I unloaded in his ass. I fell forward, my chest pressed against his back, counting on his arms and legs to keep us from collapsing on the bed. It had been Tom’s idea to fuck doggy style since he liked it when I reached forward and grabbed his neck from behind. I kissed the back of his neck where my handprints were still red, his tattoo of a scorpion standing out even still. Tom was a usual gym fuck. We’d work out, go to either his place or mine, and spend a few hours fucking. His boyfriend didn’t mind. Tom pozzed him, continuing my line. In fact, sometimes we’d have a three-way in which we’d all be exhausted for hours after. Their neighbors always complained, especially when the walls shook, knocking pictures down. “Whatever you’re doing for your ass at the gym is really working,” I told him, slapping his right cheek and leaving another red handprint. I pulled out, a small trickle of cum leaking out. “Glad you noticed,” he said. Tom climbed off the bed, grabbing a buttplug he had brought with him, securing my cum inside his ass. He checked the time. “Got to get home. I think Robby will want to add to your load before we go out for drinks. You should join us.” “Maybe some other time,” I said. I watched as he got dressed, running my thumb over the tally which had marked his conversion. “Hey,” I started, trying to sound casual, “I was just wondering, I was working out the other day, and I started talking to someone—” “Stop right there,” Tom said. “Neil already told me about your obsession.” “What?” I asked. “What obsession?” “Dom, Pastor Ryder is off limits.” “Pastor Ryder?” I said. “Is that his name?” Tom stared at me, frozen. “Fuck.” “That’s what I’m hoping for,” I said, more to myself than Tom. *** I walked into the locker room, Pastor Ryder in my sights. Weeks had gone by since I first saw him, and every day since I kept my eyes open for any sign of what was my “forbidden fruit.” I watched as he went to his locker, hoping to see him strip. I had imagined what his body looked like. Still so young, so malleable, his body would be pristine. I’d seen him wearing gym shirts that showed off hairy pits and chest hair sneaking out of his collar. How hairy would he be? I’d also seen him lean down to pick up weights, his lower back revealing a dusting of hair trailing down. Hairy ass? I loved it when a guy’s hairy ass wraps around my dick. Also, being a tattoo artist, I wanted to see if he had any ink. More than anything, I wanted to see what he had swinging between his legs. He took out a bag from his locker and closed the door, turning to leave. He passed me without a look, the smell of his sweat hitting my nose, and I wanted to cum. “Nice try,” Tom said, appearing at my side. “He doesn’t shower here.” “So, no one knows what he’s got?” “An unsolved mystery,” Tom said, pulling off his own shorts, revealing his own erect member. He winked at me, walking toward the showers. I went home, exhausted, unable to get Pastor Ryder out of my head. I wanted him. I wanted him beneath me, under my power, his ass filled with my toxic cum. I wanted him begging for me to poz him. I wanted to dominate him in every sense. I wanted to fuck him so hard, he’d forget everyone except me. Then, maybe, I’d forget him. Every fuck I had had since I saw him ended with my imagination turning whoever I was inside into the man I couldn’t have. Maybe I was drawn to the [banned word]. Maybe I wanted what I knew I couldn’t have. Maybe I knew all I had was the chase. I took out my phone and looked up his name, finding the church he worked at. I found his picture in their directory and stared at his beautiful face, taken by his smile, by his eyes. I fished out my dick and started jerking off, eyes glued to this man I wanted desperately. In almost record time, I shot into the air, cum raining down, a glob hitting the screen, covering his face. “If only,” I said, admiring the sight before me. I brought the screen to my face and licked the cum off. I had to see him. *** I felt nervous walking toward the building. I hadn’t been in a church in years, for obvious reasons. I wanted to get his attention, but I didn’t know how to do it other than walking in wearing nothing but a smile. That wouldn’t work. Instead, I wore a black shirt that showed off my hairy arms and tattoos. My jeans were fitting, showing off my ass and bulge. I looked good, and in any other setting, I would have men following after me, ready to open their asses. Instead, I was walking into a church where I knew I would be getting looks of judgement. I didn’t care about them. I cared only about one person. I just had to find him. It was as if God was bringing us together. There he was, standing in the entrance. I had expected I would have had to search him out, but there he stood, shaking hands. God, he was beautiful. Just seeing him brought out my dominate side even more than before. I felt as if I was getting bigger, muscles swelling, height increasing. My testosterone surged. Animalistic desires spread through my body. I had to have him. I pushed past people, eyes focused on him. I reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling his body against mine, holding him close. He looked up into my eyes, a sexy smile turning his lips. “About time you made a move,” he said. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” I said, kissing him, my hand moving over his body, his groin bulging next to my own. I could smell him, his intoxicating scent. Everyone disappeared around us. We weren’t in the church. We were in my bedroom. He stepped away from me, his body naked, hairy, gleaming with sweat, his gorgeous cock sticking straight out at me. I had never seen anything more beautiful. “Hello,” Pastor Ryder said, hand outstretched. I snapped back to reality, standing in front of him, suddenly overly warm. I half expected to find us standing there naked, or, at the very least, myself naked and sporting a raging boner. Luckily, I was clothed, my tight jeans hiding the erection striving to burst out of my pants. I could feel precum starting to pool around my dick, sticking to my leg. “I’m Pastor Ryder,” he said, seemingly unaware of the pressure he was creating in my pants. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” “First time,” I said, regaining my awareness. I took his hand and shook it, relishing the feeling of his warm skin. His smile grew. “I’ve driven past here for years. Decided to step inside for a change.” “I’m glad that you did.” I looked him over, noticing a sudden movement in his crotch. I smiled. Clearly, he wasn’t as off limits as everyone thought. I couldn’t be sure, but something in the way he looked at me seemed to reveal a spark. Was he aware of it too? We talked a bit more before I walked off, turning back once to catch his eye. He ran off after that, looking flustered. Perhaps he wasn’t aware, I realized. I’d encountered men before who suppressed their attraction to men, unable to admit to themselves their deepest desire. I was always able to uncover that desire, regardless of how “deep” it was. Something told me that Pastor Ryder was different. I didn’t think he even knew it about himself. Or, he was only just discovering it. Looks like we’re meeting at the perfect time, I thought. *** I had an erection all day Friday. I had emailed, asking for a meeting. He had accepted. I was both surprised and unsurprised. The thought of seeing him again was like the strongest dose of Viagra imaginable. I did my best to ignore it as I worked, hoping my clients didn’t notice the wet spot on my crotch. I arrived at his office wearing a shirt from my business, liking the way it fit around my chest and arms. I knocked on his door. “Pastor Ryder?” I said, sticking my head in. “Dominic Moore,” he said, standing up and taking my hand. “Good to see you again.” “You too,” I said. “Please, just call me Dom. Everyone does.” If that wasn’t a hint, I didn’t know what was. “Alright, Dom. Call me Will.” “Will do, Will,” I said, smiling what I was sure was a stupid grin. What a dumb joke. Why was I acting like such an idiot? I took a seat, noticing his eyes glued to my shirt, the design drawing his eyes to my chest. It was working. “I’ve heard of that place,” he said. “I’ve never gone. I think a neighbor of mine goes there.” “I own the place,” I told him. “You’re a tattoo artist?” “Nearly twenty years now,” I said, the number sounding weighty. “Which I’m guessing isn’t too far off from your age.” He smiled. “Twenty-nine.” “Still young,” I told him. He was perfect. Not too young, acting like a spoiled child, treating me like a sugar daddy, but not too old to threaten dominance. It was meant to be. He asked me about myself. I answered, casting the questions back on him. He was single, interested in my own status. Not the one you should be asking about, I thought. He seemed nervous. As the discussion started involving God, I did my best to distract him. I did too good of a job as he noticed my tattoos. “Are you a Scorpio?” I looked down at my arm. “I am, funny enough.” “That date though, isn’t that in May. May birthdays aren’t Scorpios.” “No,” I said, thinking back to that night, the night I had been pozzed, my brother next to me. I could still hear the panting breath and smell the sweat of our bodies. A man’s conversion is a special time. It’s meant to be taken seriously. I looked at Pastor Ryder, imagining what his night would be like should it be with me. “That date is for something else.” “Are those tally marks?” I looked over to my other arm. “They are.” “What are they for?” “That’s a bit complicated to explain,” I told him. “Maybe someday I’ll tell you.” “How many are there?” “Almost fifty,” I said, eyes focused on his quizzical examination of my body. I loved knowing that he was looking me over, taking in every part of myself. Clearly he was curious, just as I wanted him to be. “One away, actually.” “Maybe you’ll get fifty soon,” he said. I smiled, imaging myself taking him right there in his office, revealing to him the tattoos only those I turned were privileged to see. “Yeah, I think I will,” I said. One way or another, I decided as I sat in this man’s office, I was going to see this through. I wouldn’t stop until I entered his body, taking him as mine, and turning his whole life in another direction. He probably expected to get married, to have kids, to live a normal life. He deserved more than that. He deserved freedom, the type only I could give him. In that moment, I knew he was the one. He wasn’t just number 50. He was going to be more than that. I was going to be more to him than he could ever imagine. His life would never be the same after me. I’d make sure of it. ________________________________________________________________________________________________ Not a ton of sex, but I hope you found it enjoyable. The story from Will's perspective will continue in the next chapter.

Luke’s cock and the heat woke him up in the morning. He’d never turned the fan back on after jerking off last night. He lay there for a long minute, his hard cock straining against the briefs, imagining he was in New York waking up during the heat of the black out. Reluctantly he dragged himself out of bed. He found a tank top in a drawer and a clean pair of shorts, he was about to pull them on over the briefs when he noticed the thick waistband of the jock from the box sticking out of the pocket of yesterday’s shorts. On an impulse he stripped off the briefs, and stepped into the old used jock. The pouch was slightly stiff from his load yesterday. It fit perfectly however, and his semi-hard cock filled out the pouch perfectly. He looked at himself in the mirror, he looked like one of the Polaroids he thought. “Do not get carried away,” he said to himself, “You still have to deal with the attic.” He finished getting dressed and headed out the door. The attic was a little cooler today. Leaving the windows open overnight had let out much of the stainless and the dust that had swirled around so thickly yesterday. Luke had promised himself he would spend the morning honestly working, clearing things out, and moving more trash downstairs. If he did that, he though, then the afternoon was his to spend reading more of the journal. Most of what he found was boring. More junk left by his dad and his siblings when they moved out or went to college. There was a big box of old documents, the sort that weren’t really important but it felt weird to just throw away. He found another box of old sports equipment, and a big old bin completely full of ancient discolored Legos. Try as he might his eyes kept drifting over to the corner where he had stashed the box. It was like it was calling to him. He was desperate to know what happened next, to maybe find some clue to who the author really was. He fought to keep himself on task, going through boxes of old binders and folders, tax returns, and bank statements. Boxes with trinkets and decorations that had been retired from the house but felt too precious to get rid of at the time. He found bins of Christmas ornaments, and big old-fashioned strings of multicolored lights. Under one box of Christmas thing he found an entire little village for a model train. The air was starting to get hot again, and Luke checked his phone, just after one. Perfect. He went downstairs, quickly ate his lunch and went back to the attic. He didn’t waste anytime today. As soon as he was back in the hot air of the attic he stripped off his shirt and shorts tossing them in a pile. He threw an old blanket he had found on the ground and sat down in nothing but the old jock. He was instantly hard, the semi he had been sporting all day swelling in the old slightly crusty pouch. Brett held me tight to his chest, my load gluing our hair together. He bent his legs up so he could lift his hips off the mattress and fuck his cock up into me. In this position every thrust of his dick hit that spot inside of me and it was like a little lightning bolt shot through me. I whimpered into his mouth as he kissed me in rhythm with his thrusts. At that moment I couldn’t think of anything more perfect than being fucked by him. I let him work his cock into me, I imagined what it looked like from the back. The thick base of Brett’s cock, his pubes wet with sweat and cum, sticking out of my hole, the edge of my tight ass gripping his shaft. I imagined how the hairs on my ass my now be wet too with cum and sweat. How I must look used up after being fucked twice by his big dick. It turned me on. It turns me on now. I can see it in my head, two men and all of the hair, muscle, and roughness that comes with them, intertwined together and one takes the other. After days of Brett fucking me can I go back to a life where I never feel a man inside me again? I don’t know. No that’s stupid I do know. I can’t. The answer is no. I could never go back to just fucking girls. Really, I don’t know if I ever want to fuck a girl again. I could never feel this heat, this animalistic rawness with a girl. I think that’s something I can only feel with another guy. Maybe I can only feel it with Brett? But I don’t think that’s true either. Today at work this guy came in and for the first time in my life I found myself checking out a guy. He was tall, older than me, probably in his forties, with a little gray at his temples. He had this big thick black moustache, and these bright dazzling blue eyes. I kept glancing over at him, noticing when his cut off shirt would slip and a hairy pec and big pink nipple would be exposed. I watched him walk to the bathroom, his tight shorts clinging to his ass, and as he walked back I saw him adjusted his cock through his shorts and I was instantly hard. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to come home and tell Brett about how the man with the moustache had fucked me. I wanted to feel him blow his load inside me. I wanted to have that load inside me when Brett got home. I could have gotten Brett naked when he got home, and laid him down on his back and just mounted him. I could have ridden him till he came like we did that first morning. I remember being able to feel his heart beat our chests were pressed so tight together. His kiss felt like it would never end. He had both arms locked tight across my torso and all I could do was kiss him and let him fuck me. Not that I wanted anything else. I felt his breath change and his kissing become more frantic as he got close. He pressed me even tighter to his chest and then bucked up into me. He roared into my mouth as I felt him throb inside my hole again. I felt like I could feel his flooding me. Another big load rushed out of him and into my ass. Three times in just about twelve hours. I had woken up the day before thinking I was totally straight, never having thought about men like that, and there I was taking my third load from my roommate and best friend. When his orgasm had ended he has kissed me and allowed me to roll off of him. I remember feeling really empty for a moment. I had gotten used to having his cock inside me. I wanted it back. Fuck, I guess maybe there is something to this. I started writing hoping I would logic myself into seeing how this was all a fluke, but all I’ve done is cement how good it made me feel and how much I want to feel like that again. How could I pretend it was a fluke, I was disappointed when Brett had said we should get dressed and see what was happening with the black out. “Or we could stay here and fuck,” I had said. He kissed me, patted my ass, and said, “There will be lots more fucking, don’t worry.” Then he’d tossed me a jockstrap from his dresser. “Here, put this on.” I’d worn jockstraps for sports before but never just as underwear, it was fun, sexy. I felt hot. I liked how the fabric of my shorts felt against my bare ass and how the pouch made my cock bulge forward through the thin shorts fabric. Brett and I had looked almost like twins leaving the apartment that morning. Him in little cut off jean shorts, a cut off, tube socks and sneakers and me in basketball shorts, and a tank. It was weird outside. Nothing was really open. Only the corner shop had its doors open, but with no power the most they had to sell was boxed goods and canned foods. There weren’t even newspapers out, no one had been able to print them. For a whole day it was like the world stopped. Of course, that night when the power came back on, and the reports of crime started coming in that tranquility seemed like an illusion, but there in the village on that morning it felt like nothing else existed. For one morning New York was a quiet little town with nowhere to be and nothing to do. I’m sure that the bliss I felt from having just been fucked twice by Brett’s big cock had a lot to do with how I saw everything. The sirens that constantly fill the New York air still existed, the shouts of people, the crowds, it was all still there but for me it didn’t exist. I flet the slickness between my cheeks as we walked. I smelled the stench of sweat and sex every time a breeze played around my body. I kept staring at Brett, at how his shorts were filled out, at the chest hair that peeked over the top of his shirt collar, at his nipples when his shirt shifted. I looked at his thick hairy legs, and his square handsome face. We eventually found a store a few blocks away that was open and amazingly still had ice and beer. We bought three big bags and two cases before heading home. As soon as we were back inside Brett pulled his shirt off again, and then dropped his shorts. He approached me in nothing but a straining jock. “How do you feel,” he had said. “What do you mean?” “A lot’s happened to you. Your first time kissing a guy, first time sucking a guys cock, first time being bred.” I hadn’t heard that phrase before but I instantly understood what he meant. “And I’m not exactly packing the smallest cock. So how do you feel, emotionally? How are you doing? How is your ass doing?” I had paused for a minute. His questions almost broke my blissful mindset, but not quite. I was still caught up in the throes of newness and lusts. I was enraptured still. Before I answered, standing right in front of the door to our apartment and in full view of the living room window, I stripped down to the jock he had given me earlier. I walked over and grabbed the back of his head. I kissed him. “Honest answer, I don’t really know what all I’m feeling right now except, I’ve never been this horny in my entire life. Its like I’m 12 again and just figured out how to masturbate. You could tell me you wanted to fuck me right now and I’d bend over. Jesus Brett. I don’t understand it but fuck.” He kissed me back. “I don’t think I’m quite ready for another round, but I there is something else we can do.” “What?” He got really close to my ear, and whispered, “you can fuck me.” “Oh shit, fuck… fuck…fuck…” Luke groaned, as he shot another load on himself. He slumped back, his arms behind his head, and his load running down his chest. “Jesus,” he panted. He looked down at the jock he was wearing, its pouch off to one side and his still pulsing cock sticking up, was this the jock Brett had given the author? He didn’t really care it was true or not, he decided that it was. Despite having shot a big load on himself Luke was horny in a different way now. Imagining himself as the author, feeling Brett’s loads pump inside of him, had gotten Luke in the mood for cock. Fuck it, he thought, he’d made good progress on the attic. He could tell his family he was meeting some high school friends for a drink or something. They would never even question where he was. He got his phone out of his shorts and started looking on the apps. The image of a man floated through Luke’s mind. The man he imagined Brett would have become. Of Brett would probably be in his late 70s by now, but Luke saw the 50-year-old Brett. His hair just now truly becoming more gray than blond, thick well-kept facial hair maybe just a moustache. He wore a black leather vest in Luke’s mind, and a well-loved jock. His face was still square and handsome, his body thicker and meatier, with dense hair all over it. He saw the thick cock, and low hanging ball still jutting from a dense bush, though it was no longer in fashion. He scrolled the apps, it was far too specific he knew, there would be no man to fit the perfect vision in his head. Even if there were, he thought, there was no guarantee the man would be interested in him or even free. Luke scrolled. The burbs were, thankfully, not completely devoid of gay men so there were at least options. Some twinks close by, a guy that Luke had gone to high school with, the kid who worked at the movie theatre, closeted middle aged men hiding their faces, and him – Luke almost gasped when the picture appeared at the bottom of his grid. The square handsome face, the thick moustache, big expressive eyes – he wasn’t Brett but he was exactly what he wanted. He clicked on the profile. 55, 6’3”, 210, muscular. Luke looked at the other photos, they showed a big strong hairy chest, the type of stomach that came from working out and a love of beer not muscular but firm, more of that handsome face, and a big meaty bulge in a pair of tight swim trunks. Luke sent him a woof, and then a greeting. Then he waited. There was no point messaging anyone else, it would be this guy or no one. He thumbed through the pictures from the box again. This time flipping to the back and reading the names. He noticed now that they weren’t all young like he’d thought. There was a mix, and as he looked defiantly a slightly older slant. The author’s taste and his seemed to align. He landed on one labeled “frank – FIP 1978”, featuring a tall man, late 40’s standing naked by a pool. He had a lanky body, well-shaped torso, and a long uncut cock hanging down between his legs. He had a crazy beard made up of muttonchops that joined to his moustache but left his chin bare. Would Frank turn up in a late journal entry? Luke’s phone buzzed. He opened it. It was him, and Luke saw he had unlocked his album. Luke quickly unlocked his own, and clicked on the message “Hey boy, what’s up?”. “Oh nothing much,” Luke replied, “Been cleaning out an attic all day for my folks. Honestly kind horny after all the hard work.” He opened the man’s album. Jesus Christ, Luke thought, this man is perfect. The first picture in the man’s private album was a picture of a big thick cock and an ample bush. It was exactly the cock that had been in Luke’s mind, down to the blunt mushroom head he had imagined forcing his hole open. The next was that same cock from below showing a set of heavy full looking balls just begging to be drained. Then finally, shot from above, that beautiful beastly cock shoved half way into some bottom’s hole and not a condom in sight. “I’m Jack,” came the man’s next reply. “Your pics got me kinda horny myself.” “Luke, nice to e-meet you… oh really? They got you horny?” “Sure did, you’re cute as hell. Maybe we can help each other out.” “How so ;)” “How about some fun that ends with my dick deep inside you?” “Perfect!” “You free now boy?” “Sure am… you’re place?” “Yeah,” he sent Luke his address. It was about twenty minutes away. “I’ll be there in half an hour?” “See you then boy.” Luke rushed around the attic gathering his things. He stuffed the journal and pictures back in their box and stashed them back in the corner. He tossed down several more bags of trash, and moved empty boxes off to one side making it look like he’d worked hard all day. He put his shorts on, and grabbed his shirt, locking the house as he rushed out. It was when he was getting in the car he realized his chest was covered in dried cum from his load earlier… fuck it he thought, and drove off. It was an easy drive to the next suburb over and Luke made it there almost exactly 30 minutes after his last message with Jack. He parked in the drive way, and sent a quick message to his mother saying he was meeting up with some friends from high school wouldn’t be home for dinner, and walked up to Jack’s front door. The man who answered his knock was exactly as he had been in the pictures. Tall and strong, bright kind eyes, but a slightly rough demeaner. He welcomed Luke inside. It was a nice house, a midcentury split level, still kitted out in all of its wild space age glory. Luke looked around and smiled. The dichotomy between the rough sex hungry beast in front of him and the clean perfectly pastiche home was spectacular and joyful. Something about its retro vibes fit into Luke’s fantasy in that moment, as if he had gone back in time, though he knew the midcentury had gone out a full decade before the journal had been written. Jack lead them through the little foyer and past a living room complete with low slung couches and tall spacey lamps, into a bright kitchen. “Fancy a beer,” His voice was warm and rich, rumbling out from deep in his chest. Luke accepted and they stood in the kitchen Jack leaning against the counter, Luke leaning on the island in the middle of the room. They made polite small talk: where Luke went to school, what he was studying; what Jack did for a living; why Luke was cleaning out an attic. “I found this box… can I sit on this?” He gestured to the island behind him. Jack nodded and Luke hopped up. “I found this box, and I have no idea who it belongs to, but it was full of old photos of naked guys, these gay porn rags from like the 1970s, a jockstrap and a journal.” “Wait seriously? Do you have a gay uncle or something?” “Not that I know of, that’s the thing. So I started reading the journal yesterday, and its like the story of this guy’s gay awakening. There was a black out in New York in 1977, and whoever wrote it ends up getting kinda drunk during the black out and hooks up with his roommate.” “Ok, well which of your relatives lived in New York in the 70’s,” Jack sounded casual but his shorts had started to swell. “Dunno. I’m hoping that I’ll find a clue or a name if I keep reading. But it’s so fucking hot. Seriously. He’s not just writing ‘my roommate fucked me gay panic ensues’ it’s like porn. He’s written every detail of what it was like to take his first cock, what it felt like as his roommate Brett bred him for the first time, waking up the next morning and wanting it again. I came all over myself reading it today.” “Fuck. So it wasn’t just hard work that got you horny was it?” “No, it uh…” Luke bit his lip and looked Jack dead in the eyes, “It was him describing getting fucked.” “It made you want to get fucked, didn’t it boy?” “Yes,” Luke felt a little breathless now, as Jack took a step closer to him. “You want a man’s cum inside you?” “Yes.” Jack was now right in front of Luke. He stopped just before they touched a pulled his shirt off over his head. Luke’s cock throbbed at the sight of Jack’s big pink nipples, bouncing muscular pecs, and thick swirling hair. He caught a whiff of the older man, and his mouth watered at the scent. “Take your shirt off boy.” Luke did as he was told, and pulled his own shirt off. “Looks like you didn’t even bother to clean up before coming here boy.” Jack ran his fingers through the dried cum in Luke’s chest hair. “No sir,” Luke answered in almost a whisper. “That journal had you so turned on you just rushed right over to get fucked.” Luke nodded. Jacks hands snaked around Luke’s body and up his neck holding his head in place. The older man pressed his mouth firmly to Luke’s and the college boy melted into the kiss. He would put up no resistance, he wanted to be fucked. Jack pulled Luke forward till just his ass was resting on the counter. Luke swung his legs around Jack, locking them around the big man’s middle, holding himself tight to Jack’s body. “Come here boy,” Jack said as he grabbed Luke by the ass and lifted him into the air. Somewhat awkwardly they walked, Luke holding tight to Jack with his legs, still kissing out of the kitchen. Jack dumped Luke back onto a bed and dove on top of him once more. He forced one of Luke’s arms up over his head and dove into the boy’s ripe pit. He lapped at the sweaty skin, till his whole face was covered in Luke’s scent. Luke’s eyes had rolled into the back of his head. He was already moaning as Jack explored his body. Jack took a step back. He pulled Luke’s shorts off in one swift move and looked at the toned college boy laid out in front of him. He took in the budding pecs, the pert nipples, tight stomach, and strong legs. He reveled in the fan of hair that was slowly taking over Luke’s chest, and the trail that disappeared into a… he paused looking at the old yellow jock. “You’re wearing the jock from the box aren’t you?” “Yeah,” said Luke a little sheepishly. “Fuck, you want me to breed you in that jock? Just like the guy in the journal?” “Yes,” Luke’s voice coming out in a breathless whisper. “Get on your knees boy.” Luke slid off of the bed and onto his knees. Jack turned away from the boy, and stripped off his shorts and underwear. He turned back around, fully naked and completely hard. His dick was even better than it had been in the pictures. The head, looked like it was three solid inches across easily, and was flatter than any cock Luke had ever seen. It was like one of those massive plugs guys played with that barely had any taper at all. It was going to stretch him wide and Luke wanted it. Jack stepped closer and smacked Luke in the face with his hard cock. Luke licked his lips and turned his head, opening his mouth wide. Jack smacked his cock against Luke’s tongue a few times before putting his hands on the back of the boy’s head and pushing his cock down his throat. Luke lapped at the invading member, swallowing hard as it passed his tonsils and allowing Jack to fuck his throat. Since that first time the bear had fucked Luke at school he had slowly been developing a taste for rougher sex. He liked having his throat fucked, he liked being thrown around. He had once been tied to a guy’s bed and bred without being able to move at all. He had a bit of a reputation with the college boys too of being a rough top. While for older guys like Jack Luke might be a hungry bottom with his peers he was much more vers. He’s spanked a classmates ass so hard and so many times during one hook up the boy hadn’t been able to sit for classes the next day – he had happily come back for seconds. Jack could sense what Luke wanted. He wanted to be used. He wanted the fantasy of being taken just like the author had been. He wanted Jack to work him over and then pump him full of cum. Luke was spluttering and gagging when Jack let him off his cock. The boy gasped for air as the big cock feel from his mouth. His chin was covered in spit and his eyes were watering, but the pouch of his old soiled jock was straining to keep his rock hard cock contained. From deep in the back of his throat Jack hauled a big wad of spit, “Mouth open boy.” Luke obeyed, looking up with big hungry eyes, his mouth wide. Jack hawked his spit straight into the boy’s mouth. “Swallow.” He then grabbed Luke under then arms and pulled him to his feet. He spun the young almost jock around and pushed him forward onto the bed. Luke had a thick round hairy ass, and when Jack spread the cheeks he found a pink pucker with a perfect spiral of hair growing around it. He ran a finger of Luke’s hole sending a shudder through his whole body. Jack got down on the ground, spat a thick wad of spit right onto the boy’s hole and then licked it. It twitched. Perfect, Jack thought, the boy’s not all talk, he’s experienced. Luke groaned in appreciation as Jack started to eat his hole properly. He dove his tongue in and out, pressing it into Luke’s sphincter, willing the tight hole open. He was soon rewarded for his labors and Luke’s hole began to soften and bloom. Jack had been right, this hole may look tight, but it has taken more than its share of cocks. Soon his whole tongue was flitting in and out of Luke’s hole. The boy was writhing and groaning in ecstasy. He had both hands on his ass spreading his hole apart, trying to get the older man’s tongue deeper into himself. Luke pushed back against Jack’s face, bucking into his tongue. Jack grabbed hold of the squirming boy and gave his ass one hard smack. Luke yelped, and his hole winked at Jack. The boy liked it. While he lubed a finger with his spit Jack gave Luke’s other cheek a powerful smack as well. Gently he rubbed the boy’s reddening cheeks, and started to finger his hole. First one meaty index finger working around the hole, pushing and probing. Then slowly he pressed the finger inside. Luke let out a guttural sound as the tension went out of his back and his full weight pressed into the mattress. Jack twisted that finger around, working it in and out. Then, withdrew it completely. He lubed it and the next finger with more spit and worked on then the other back inside the boy. Steadily he stretched Luke open, though really Luke was easy to open. Jack was grateful, he got so many inexperienced college boys looking to live out their daddy fantasy who really couldn’t take it. He’d spend an hour getting them open only for them to crap out after then minutes of fucking. Looking at Luke’s hole flexing around his two fingers he knew Luke could take it. With his free hand Jack started to lube his cock with yet more spit. He slathered it over the big flat head, working it down the sides till the whole shaft glistened. He got up and lined his cock up with Luke’s hole. “Please fuck me,” Luke moaned into the bed. “Oh I’m going to fuck you boy, don’t worry.” Jack spit into his hand again and smeared it on Luke’s hole before pressing forward. There was a long moment of tension, Luke took a couple long slow breaths, and then his hole opened. The first three inched of Jack’s cock vanished inside Luke’s hole as the boy opened around the mushroom tip. They both groaned as Jack sunk the rest of his cock inside Luke’s warm guts. All the tension was gone, the entry had been made, and both were in heaven. Luke’s hole was exactly the right sort of tight, it gripped the sides of Jack’s cock while not strangling it or making him fearful of hurting the boy; and the long veins on Jack’s cock along with its slight upward curve pulled perfectly at Luke’s insides working him open and pushing against all his pleasure centers. Jack rocked his hips back, pulling most of his cock out of Luke. For a moment they stayed there, with just the head of Jack’s cock holding Luke open, and then Jack slammed back inside. Luke moaned in pleasure. Jack did it again, and again, long dicking the boy’s hole till it felt completely open and use able. Fifty years ago, a relative of his had been discovering how good it felt to get fucked, and now Luke was bent over in a stranger’s house experiencing the exact same joy. When Jack flipped him onto his back without pulling out Luke just sighed with contentment. Jack smiled looking down at the grin plastered across Luke’s face. This was a boy who took pleasure in being fucked, who loved it. Jack growled and moved them so he was now over the boy fucking down into his hole. They were both sweating, Jack could smell the dried cum on Luke’s chest. He fished Luke’s cock out of the old jock’s pouch and stroked him while fucking his hole. The energy was shifting. Jack’s pounding was more ferocious. Luke moved Jack’s hand out of the way and started to stroke his own cock as Jack fucked him. He thrust his hips back against each buck forward, trying to push Jack deeper inside himself. They were both panting. The air around the felt hot and muggy. A drop of sweat fell from Jack nose onto Luke’s chin. “Fuck, you’re about to get your wish boy. I’m going to breed you.” “Yes! Please! Cum inside me.” “Oh, shit… Fuck… here…” “Yes!” “Take my…” “Give it to me.” “FUCK!” Jack slammed forward with all of his weight and his cock throbbed inside Luke’s hole. Luke felt the familiar rush as his insides were flooded with cum. His own cock pulsed once in his hand and then started to fire ribbons of cum across his chest yet again. Luke coated himself as Jack coated his insides. The two panted, and yelled, their orgasms reaching their peek and then slowly falling off. Luke’s head crashed back onto the bed, his hands falling limp to his sides. Jack supported himself, hovering above the boy his body shaking as the last waves coursed through him. “I fucking needed that,” he panted, looking down at Luke’s satisfied face. “Me too. Fuck. That felt…” Jack slid his softening cock for Luke’s hole with a soft plop, “Fuck, shit, that felt amazing.” Luke wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. “Thanks.” “Any time kid,” Jack handed Luke a towel. “Well, if the rest of the journal is a hot as the first few pages… I’ll probably be hitting you up a lot.” “Good.” They lazed around for a few minutes, still basking in the glow of their shared experience. Slowly Luke got up, tucked his cock back into the old used jock, and found his clothes. After a long kiss at the door Luke finally left and got back in his car. He was shocked to see it was after ten. Well, he thought, at least my going for drinks story seemed plausible now. Back at his parents he slipped upstairs and into the shower, he took his time washing the loads off his chest. His hole felt tender and well-fucked. He slipped a finger in and felt the telltale slickness of a fresh load. That night he fall asleep naked, the elation of a good fuck carrying him off to dreams of Brett, and Frank and the other men from the photos and all the stories he had yet to read.

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

After i told my husband about this, he makes me do it every time we fuck. He says he need to feel I'm in pain and not in the mood at all. That's the best fucks for him

Well it did not go as bad as I was expecting . Bare is the way to go !!!! I was on cloud nine . It did hurt a little when he first started but the pain turned to pleasure very quickly . He got me turned in my talking dirty . The fresh meat comments really got me going . He did take his time fingering me for about 20 minutes and rimming me , which just relaxed me . He slowly put his dick in but not just pushing it all the way in . When I moaned he went a little faster . By the end the pleasure was out of this world . He told me when he was going to cum. It felt so good . I probably got some still in . My state of mind is I will do it again . Probably the best sex I have ever had .

I hope you can relax and enjoy. Just take deep breaths as he enters and you ease through the inevitable pain. Poppers will help. If you have loss of virginity regret or remorse, before or after, talk with a friend you can trust to help you listen to yourself deeply

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

Part 7: Will Meets Dr. Wade I spent my day doing something I had never done before. I sought out as much gay porn as I could find. Sure, I had seen straight porn before. At one point, I had fantasized about eating a woman’s pussy and even impregnating a woman. Now, all I wanted was to suck a dick and have Dominic impregnate me. My searching took me down the rabbit hole. I saw everything. There was a great deal that I knew I would never try, but there were other videos I found myself surprisingly turned on by. I watched as one man peed into another man’s mouth, and I found my cock rising to life. Never had I thought about putting my mouth anywhere near urine. Even when I got some on my hand when using the bathroom I freaked out. I saw men sticking metal rods into their dicks, something they called sounding. It looked like a UTI waiting to happen, but it also looked hot. All the while, I watched the tops and bottoms, wondering what it would be like to fuck someone like Dominic does. I still hadn’t fucked anyone with my dick. I’d jerked it off and had it sucked by Dom, but that was it. Would Dominic let me fuck him, I wondered. I’d never thought about my role before. For Dominic, I was a bottom, but would I always be a bottom with him? Would I be a bottom with everyone? Would there be other people other than Dominic? There was so much I still didn’t know. Once I had masturbated six times, my loads thinner with each jerk off, I stumbled out to the kitchen to get some more water. I wore nothing but the dirty jock strap which I had been using to collect the loads. It was soaked through and showed all manner of stains. I was excited to wear it to the gym for the first time, adding my sweat to the mix. I already knew Dominic’s essence was infused within the fabric. It would be my turn soon. There was a knock on the door. I checked the time and realized how late it was. Dominic didn’t have a key, and the spare he had used was in the kitchen where he left it all those days ago. He’d need to keep it until I had one made. Feeling a bit sexy as I stood in just a jock, I sauntered to the door, ready to greet the man who would be fucking my brains out. Instead, I found Pastor Kline. He stood holding a container of soup which he nearly dropped upon seeing me almost completely naked. “Will,” he gasped. “Mark,” I said, ducking back behind the door. “I’m so sorry. I thought… well… I wasn’t thinking. My brains in a bit of a haze. You know I wouldn’t open my door like this normally.” “Of course,” he said. He craned his neck, eyes looking for what was behind the door. “How are you feeling?” “Better,” I told him. “I should be good enough to be back this Sunday.” “Don’t rush yourself,” he said, his eyes still distracted. “We’d hate to have you falling over in the lobby as you greeted everyone.” “I feel so much better. I’ll most definitely be back.” “That’s great to hear,” he said. “This is for you. My wife thought you’d like some soup. It always does the trick for me.” “Thanks,” I said, taking the soup. “Do you know what it was?” he asked. “Not yet,” I told him. “Could just be a bug.” “Could be,” he said. “Maybe food poisoning,” I added, seeing behind him Dominic coming down the hall. “Uh…” Pastor Kline turned, spotting Dominic. “Mr. Moore? This is a surprise.” “Yes,” Dominic said, his pace slowing. “It is.” “What are you doing here?” “Uh, well…” “He brought me some food the other day,” I lied. “You see, we were supposed to have a meeting on Tuesday, but because I didn’t feel well, I canceled. He felt bad for me and brought me food so I didn’t starve.” “Great minds think alike,” Pastor Kline said. “I told you, Dominic, that I could bring the containers to church with me Sunday,” I said, trying to act cool. “You didn’t have to come all this way.” “Well, I thought I’d just check in since I was in the neighborhood.” “Isn’t that nice,” Pastor Kline said. “Seeing someone who has only started to become a part of our family already making connections.” “Great connections,” Dominic said, passing me a quick wink. “Well, thank you, Pastor Kline,” I said, pulling the container of soup into my apartment. “I’ll see you Sunday.” “Sounds good, Will,” he said, leaving my door. He watched as Dominic continued forward. Dominic and I mimed a conversation until Pastor Kline was out of sight. “That could have been bad,” Dominic said. “I thought he was you,” I said. “We don’t look alike,” he said. “I mean, he’s good looking and all…” “I answered the door like this,” I said, stepping out to show him the lone jock strap. “Fuck,” he said, smiling. “How much did he see?” “Everything,” I told him. “I lied and said I just wasn’t thinking clearly.” “That explains why he was so stunned.” “I’ve got to be careful,” I told him. Dominic followed me inside. “I was able to get you an appointment Sunday,” he told me as I placed the soup in the fridge. “After church, of course.” “What appointment?” “To see if you’re poz,” he said. “But I have the fuck flu,” I reminded him. “Still, we need to make sure.” “Wait,” I said. “I just said I didn’t want anyone to find out. How am I supposed to go to a doctor without everyone finding out? Everyone around here knows the church. They’ll recognize me. Everyone will find out.” “I got you an appointment with my doctor,” he said. “On a Sunday?” “He owes me a favor,” Dominic told me. “What kind of favor?” “I pozzed him,” he said. “See, this one’s him.” He pointed out one of the tally marks on his arm. “You pozzed your doctor?” “I pozzed him before he was my doctor,” Dominic said. “We met online. He was a chaser and wanted to get pozzed. I offered my services. After he told me he was a doctor, I figured it was better to have not only a gay doctor as a friend but also one that understands all the kinks guys like us enjoy. He won’t tell anyone.” “If you’re sure,” I said. “Alright. After church.” Dominic and I fucked several times before Sunday, even sneaking one in before church. We arrived in different cars so no one would suspect us. As I stood in the lobby greeting everyone, I shook his hand just as I did with everyone. Everyone looked at me like the good man they all wanted their sons to become as they got older. Little did they know that the mouth that was greeting them had been sucking a dick only an hour before, poz cum running down my throat and into my stomach. We got to the doctor’s office to find only one vehicle in the parking lot. Their sign said they were closed, but Dominic said a door in the back had been left unlocked for us. He guided me inside and into an exam room in which a man was sitting. “Dom,” he said, standing and shaking hands. “How are you?” “I’m good,” he said. “The business is doing well.” “I hope so,” he said. “I’m hoping to get in soon for another tattoo. And who is this?” “Sorry. This is Will. Will, this is Doctor Wade.” Doctor Wade was shorter than Dominic and I, but his body was muscular, showing that he spent a good amount of time working out. His grip nearly crushed my hand. He was handsome, blonde hair which was styled perfectly. His eyes were a pure blue. “It’s good to meet you, Will,” he said. “And don’t worry, Dominic already told me all about you being worried that I’d tell people about you. Don’t worry. I’m the picture of discretion.” “Thanks,” I said. “We better get started,” he said. “I’m going to be taking some blood samples from you. If you could just strip down.” Dominic took a seat as I removed my clothes. Once I got down to the jock strap, Doctor Wade stretched out a hand, waving for me to hand over the jock. “This thing has seen some action,” he said. “Do you mind?” “No,” I said, not knowing what he meant. Doctor Wade lifted the jock to his nose and breathed deep. Seeing this man inhale my cum along with every other odor helped shoot my dick straight up. “There’s nothing better,” he said, placing the jock down on one of the open chairs. “Looks like Dom has found himself a hung bottom.” He went to the counter and opened a drawer, extracting a short measuring tape. He ran it along my dick. “Eight inches. You tear up holes too?” “No,” I said. “Not yet,” Dominic added. Doctor Wade sat on a stool and examined my dick, moving down to my balls. “Not just a big dick. You’ve got large testicles. Is your dad this big?” “I’m not sure,” I said. “I’ve never seen him naked.” “You’re a genetics jackpot,” he said. “Brothers?” “Two,” I said. “How about them?” “Jay’s dick is smaller,” I said. “His is thicker, though. Zack’s is the same size as me.” “This is a family I’d like to meet,” Doctor Wade said. “Hop on the table and I’ll start getting samples.” Dominic watched as Doctor Wade collected his samples. Once they were taken, Doctor Wade left us in the room while he started the tests. “How do you feel?” Dominic asked. “A little nervous,” I said. “I don’t know why. I already know I’m poz.” “This’ll be the proof,” Dominic said. His hand had started rubbing his dick through his pants. As I watched, my own dick started to harden, standing at attention once more. I started running my hand along my shaft, a bead of precum collecting at the top. “We’ll have your results in a few minutes,” Doctor Wade said as he entered the room. He looked at Dominic and me, a smile filling his face. “You know, it’s been a while since I’ve been fucked. Are there any takers?” “How about Will?” Dominic suggested. “Me?” I asked. “But, I haven’t fucked anyone before.” “Then I’ll be your happy first,” Doctor Wade said. He was already unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a ripped chest beneath. He was hairless, his muscles clearly seen. As he removed his pants, I took the time to notice the tattoos on his body. There was a tribal tattoo on his shoulder while a scorpion tattoo was on his right peck. With his pants removed, he slipped out of his underwear, revealing a six inch dick which looked to be the same thickness of a soda can. He’d easily tear someone open from just his girth. Above his dick were the words, “Demon Dick” in cursive. “Let’s switch places,” he said. I climbed off the table, Doctor Wade taking my place. In his hand he held a bottle of lube and a popper vial. He squirted some of the lube in his hand and reached down to his ass, slathering his hole. He gave me the lube as he started taking hits off the poppers. I squirted some lube on my dick and made sure I was covered. “Fuck,” Doctor Wade said, finishing his hits. “Want some?” “Sure,” I said, taking the poppers. I inhaled, feeling the world spin and my body heat up. “Shove that huge dick inside me,” Doctor Wade said, spreading his cheeks. I’d never seen an asshole before. It looked so small. I couldn’t imagine anything fitting in there. I turned back to Dominic who was watching with interest. He nodded to me, his eyes directed to Doctor Wade’s hole. I tried to remember how Dominic had fucked me. I lined my dick up with Doctor Wade’s hole and slowly started to push inside, feeling slight resistance. “You’ll have to push harder than that,” Dominic said. “You can’t break me,” Doctor Wade told me. “Shove your cock into my hole. Give me your strain.” I did as I was told and shoved hard, my dick disappearing inside. Doctor Wade cried out, his hands tightening their grip on his ass. “Fuck, you’re huge!” “Are you alright?” I asked him. “Fuck, yeah I am,” he growled. “Come on. Fuck the shit out of me.” I pushed the remainder of my dick inside until my pubes met his ass. A wave of pleasure and warmth washed over me, my dick never feeling anything like it. I’d thought my hand could do the job. Turns out I had been wrong. Nothing felt like this. I pulled out slow and then pushed back in, trying to remember how I had seen them doing it in porn. I was clumsy at first, Dominic and Doctor Wade giving me orders. Soon, I was fucking Doctor Wade’s ass without a problem. “Fuck, you’re tearing me open,” he groaned. “I can feel you in my chest.” “Fuck, really?” I asked, wiping beads of sweat from my forehead. I could feel myself getting close. I looked back at Dominic and found him holding up his phone, recording us. “What are you doing, Will?” Dominic asked? “I’m fucking Doctor Wade,” I said, keeping my rhythm up. “And is this your first time fucking someone with your dick?” “Yes,” I said. “And what kind of cum are you going to shoot?” “Poz cum.” “And who pozzed you?” “You did, Daddy.” “And who else did I poz?” “You pozzed Doctor Wade.” “And now you’re giving him another round of poz cum?” “Yes, Daddy.” “Are you going to shoot?” Doctor Wade called, his hand jerking off his own dick. “I’m ready to cum.” “Almost,” I said, my thrusts quicker. “Fucking shoot in my hole,” Doctor Wade said. “Knock me up with your babies. Give me your poz cum. Infect me again.” “I’m infecting you with my poz cum.” “Do it. Shoot in me. Fuck, I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” Doctor Wade’s hole tightened around my dick, pulling me further inside him as ropes of cum shot out of his dick, splattering his face, chest, and abs. From his spasms my body shot into overdrive. “I’m cumming,” I cried, closing my eyes as the most powerful orgasm shook my body. My cock wouldn’t stop shooting into his ass, my cum flowing out of me like a faucet. I held onto Doctor Wade’s legs for support, my body shaking. “Fuck, it just keeps coming,” Doctor Wade said, looking down at me as my body continued to squirt more of my cum inside him. “You should have been a sperm donor.” “He’ll be donating his sperm,” Dominic said with a wicked smile. “It’ll be a little different than that, though.” Once my orgasm had ended, my cock slipped out of Doctor Wade’s ass, a drop of cum hanging from the head. Looking down, I realized I was seeing my cock for the first time being used as it was meant to be used. Doctor Wade climbed down from the table and handed me some wipes to clean myself up. He didn’t clean himself up, though. Instead, he left the room with my cum dripping out of his ass and his cum dripping down his body. “What’ll you do with that?” I asked Dominic, pointing at his phone. “I’m going to keep it so we can watch later,” he said. “Don’t worry. It won’t go online.” As I finished cleaning myself, I realized that there was a part of me that didn’t care if it was put online. There was a part of me that wanted other men to see me fucking someone like Doctor Wade. I wanted people to know that I had a huge dick and could keep cumming for what felt like an eternity. I wanted people to know. “Well,” Doctor Wade said, reentering the room. “I’ve got the results right here.” “And?” Dominic and I asked. “Congratulations,” Doctor Wade told us. “You’re positive. You’ve officially joined the brotherhood.” I turned to Dominic who was sporting the biggest smile I had ever seen anyone wear. He grabbed me and pulled me into a hug, holding my naked body close. “I’m so proud,” he whispered, kissing my cheek. “Now, you’ll have a piece of me with you forever.” “I’m yours forever,” I whispered back, meaning it.

My wife has no idea I am bi, much less that I enjoy being a subservient cumdump for older daddies. I bottom about four times per year, usually with a dominant guy in a town 8 miles away that I met on grindr. Most of the time I hook up when she is out of town, but recently I needed bred so bad I faked that I was doing a late night workout and instead drove to his apartment where he bred me with 7 total loads. I almost got caught because I realized I wore flip flops not my workout shoes. To answer your question if I told my wife I was bi shed probably be understanding, but if she knew of or saw these older guys cumming in me raw shed divorce me on the spot. Coming out isnt an option for me, so this is where I am. I absolutely love being dominated, called a faggot, and bred by rough older tops. The guys I see I dont expect get a lot of action but who knows. But they sure love pumping their daddy cum into my boy hole.

I've enjoyed giving and receiving a brutal deep throat fuck. When I do this, I or my cocksucker wears an open mouth gag. That way the feeder has wide open access to the cocksucker's throat. The last time I did this I was on my back on the bed with my head hanging off the edge. My fuck bud strapped the pen mouth gag on me and shoved his cock deep down my throat until his ballls were pressed hard on my nose. He held my head tight and started to fuck my throat. Yeah I was choking and gagging but he kept going and finally he nutted deep in my throat. Man I struggled to breathe especially when he was feeding me his load but it was worth it to see the look of total lust in his face and feel his balls slamming into my nose. Best way to orally milk a man.

I guess the liberation from the HIV fear has a lot to do with that. When I got the diagnose I went completely off the rails for months - would go to the bath houses in Copenhagen 4-5 times weekly, frequenting the public toilets and restrooms daily, would find fuck partners on various chat forums etc. etc. On any given week I would take loads in my ass 15-20 times. After a while - 3-4 months - I started to relax a bit as bareback sex had taken over my life and was all I could think about. Over some weeks I got it down - a bit - to where the bareback sex could fit in with minor details like work, family etc.

Any participant not comfortable with you being the "door guy" doesn't need to be there at all - simply put. This is your boyfriend after all, and you are totally within your rights to look out for his safety and comfort; especially in this situation. You also want to keep an eye on the vibe in the room, and be able to put a stop to anything that gets out of hand (i.e. bad behaviour, bounce any "creepy" participants, make sure no one gets into their klepto mood). Most importantly, you know your boyfriend in more than just a biblical sense. I'm sure you'll be able to tell when he's feeling uncomfortable - either a guy is fucking him too rough, too awkward, or just not feeling it. You'll need to be there to intervene on his behalf.

I would say ANY age is a good age for a beta to start learning how to please his alpha male superiors & ANY age is also fine for betas to start learning how to enjoy cumloads more than anything else. I started at age 7 & IMMEDIATELY knew I had found my place, servicing alpha male cocks like a good lil fuckslut!!

I miss them SO much. Nothing better than to work a busy hole for hours servicing every cock that cums through. There used to be one that I could literally service for 3 hours straight and there'd be an unending line fo cocks to use my mouth and ass. Those were the glory(hole) days! Cant wait for Slammer (LA) to open in mi-May. Will have to check out Entourage and Hawk's in Vegas when I'm there in a couple of weeks, too. LA bathhouses had some fun ones too, as does the Chute in Phoenix and a few bookstores in Chicao. Damn, I can't wait to travel again so I can visit these gloryholes! Soon!

Chapter 3: Broken Chase kissed me more fiercely than any woman. When I parted my lips, he pushed his tongue into my mouth and began to swirl his tongue around mine. He held my head in his big, strong hands, and in that moment I lost myself. And just when it felt like I was going to disappear into this mouth, he grabbed the sides of my face as if to anchor me back to myself. He was directing the moment, and I loved it; I had never experienced power like Chase, he was a power that demanded my submission. And I found myself eagerly wanting to submit. Without pulling away from my lips, Chase moved his hand under my chin so as to to nudge me up from my seat. I stood up, and he wrapped me in his arms pulling me into his warm body. I couldn't get close enough to him. He moved from my lips, and began to probe my ear with his tongue. "Fuck, Lucas. You taste better than I imagined." I tried to form words, but all I could do was push out a moan. Chase's tongue slid down the side of my face and stopped at the crook of my neck. I shuttered, my whole body was vibrating. My breathing was erratic and loud, and all I could think to do was pull Chase closer against my body. As our groins pushed against each other, I could feel the hardness of his cock against my own. The softness of a woman's pussy suddenly seemed so dull. I could not believe I had gone 31 years without feeling another hard cock pushed against my own. I reached beneath the waste band of Chase's Clavin Klein briefs and found my destination. His cock was a reflection of him: 9 inches of uncut cock with a beautiful curve to it. It felt burning hot and weighty in my hand. Suddenly something animalistic took over; all I needed in that moment was smell and taste his cock; to bury my face in his crotch. I pushed him away, looked him directly in the eye, and grinned. Chase smiled back, and then laughed at how quickly I dropped to my knees. "Fuck Lucas, you broke more quickly than any of my other guys." The alcohol combined with the pure lust, prevented me from processing Chase's words. As I kneeled before him, I looked him directly in the eye, opened my mouth and took him into me. The taste was heavenly: first I picked up on the salt from his sweat, and as his pre-cum leaked out of the crevice of his foreskin, the salt combined with the sweet and created what must be ambrosia--the food of the gods. The musk from his sweaty ass was permeating my nostrils giving me a metallic taste at the back of my throat. I craved all of it, but I didn't understand why, nor did I understand how. Chase could sense that I needed more, but didn't yet have the skill. "Lucas." I wasn't listening. I was just focusing on getting more of his meat inside of me. I was laser focused on my need for him to consume me. "Lucas!" He pushed me off of his cock, kneeled down, and grabbed my head. "Look at me. Let me help you get what you need." I came to, and nodded. "Ok. What do I need to do?" "I think it will be easier if I teach you by showing you. Stand up." I stood up while Chase remained on his knees. Chase was now eye-level with my cock. He looked up at me and said, "Now the trick to being a pro cock sucker is to relax your throat. If that's hard to understand, think about pushing out or expanding your throat." He smiled and said, "And if you are still not understanding, let me show you. Feel my throat contracting and expanding." In one motion, Chase took my 8 inches all the way down his throat. I felt it push past his mouth, and down his esophagus. Once my hard cock was lodged in his throat, I felt him expand and contract his throat. No woman had ever done that before. The sensation was incredible, and the moment was surreal. My cock was shoved down the throat of a man--an Adonis--who I had just met hours ago at my place of employment. I grabbed his black hair, and pulled his head further into my crotch. I wanted him to swallow all of me. Like our kiss, I wanted my entire being to be his. Even though he was sucking my cock, I was still the sub in that I needed him to swallow my entire being. Devour me starting with my cock. Chase pushed back on my abs, and I popped out of his throat. I was back to myself, and I felt empty. What was happening to me? Who or what was I becoming? Chase saw me begin to think. He stood up and grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me so that I was an inch from his face. "You don't think, Lucas. You just listen. Let this happen. You're discovering that you like to give up power, so let me turn you into the pig you want to be. Yes?" I nodded. "Good. Now get back on your knees and take what you crave back into your mouth. Show me what you just learned." I dropped on my knees, and all my thoughts went away. This is where I belong. I opened my mouth and Chase slowly pushed himself into me. As his cock slid past my mouth, I did what he instructed and pushed out my esophagus, my eyes rolled back in my head, and I could feel myself disappearing. I wanted to give myself completely over to Chase. As he began to pull back out of my mouth, I grabbed his perfectly round, hard ass, and drew him back into my throat. I wanted to suffocate on his cock. Chase grabbed a handful of my hair, and pulled me off his cock. "You have to breath through your nose. When I pull back, take a breathe, before I slam back into you. Together, we'll create a rhythm." I took a deep breathe, reached behind him, and pulled him back into me. He pulled out, I took a breathe, and he slammed down my throat again. His 9 inch cock was so big that I could feel him stretch my throat. I fucking loved it. He did it again, and I took in a breathe, and again he slammed deeper down my throat. I felt something tear, and I shuddered with ecstasy. We had found the rhythm, and after 5 minutes of slurping, gasping, and sucking him down, I could feel him so deep that I could swear he was past my Adam's Apple, and the base of my neck. My eyes were so far in the back of my head, that I forgot they existed. In that moment, the world was just my mouth and Chase's cock. He pulled out, and I was back. He pulled me back up on my feet, and looked me in the eye. I was lost again. "Lucas, I'm going to mark you as mine now, okay?" I just nodded in a daze of alcohol and lust. Chase pushed me down to my knees again, and I instinctively opened my mouth. He fucked my face for another five minutes. I could tell he was getting close because his breathing was getting heavier, and thrusts were harder and more violent. He was giving me less time to breath. I began to flex and relax my throat to milk the cum from his cock. In the second before he blew, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, aimed it directly between my eyes, and covered my face in his creamy seed. Rope after rope of cum continued to pump from his slit. The smell of his sweet and salty cum was too much for me to handle and my cock exploded without me touching it. Chase knelt down. "Open your eyes." I opened my eyes and looked directly into his. His cum ran into my green eyes. It stung, but I loved it because I was absorbing him. He was becoming part of me. "Open your mouth." Chase reached out and used his hand to scoop all of his cum across, over, and down my face and into my mouth. After he cleaned my face, he stuck all four of his fingers into my mouth and spread them forcing my jaw wide. "Lick them clean." I moved my tongue around each finger in order to get every last drop of his nectar down my throat. Nearly his entire fist was in my mouth. "Look at you right now. " I stepped back from the moment, and took note of how pathetic I must look, and my discovery right then was that I had never been happier. "You're officially my pig."

Neg Bottom here. Not on PrEP and never will take it. Of Course I would start a LTR with a poz guy. It doesn´t matter, if he is undetectable or toxic. The only Thing which counts is the guy, who I get to know. And if it happens to me to become infected, I will deal with it very well after all the years of bareback fucking. I always knew About the risks. But what will be, will be.

Part 33 Rob was returned to his cage after being fucked by the giant dido for several hours. His ass was gaping and the cum loads deposited earlier freely dripped out of his ass. Rob reached back to feel his battered hole. He could easily fit almost his entire hand inside without any resistant. He wondered how many more fucks he’d be able to take before his ass was gaping permanently. He had never envisioned he’d end up like this. He wondered how he had let himself become such a cum dump. He tried to rationalize that he was forced to do this but then again when he was high he didn’t fight back at all. It had to be the drugs then he thought. If it hadn’t been for the drugs he would never have become a bottom let alone a poz bottom. However the drugs made everything feel so good. He loved taking cock when he was high. He knew he wasn’t in control but it felt so good; he’d do anything for that feeling. After his morning workout in the gym, which of course ended with him being fucked by Tanner and the other two guys in the gym at the time, Rob was escorted back to his room. As was often the case there was a camera man waiting along with another guy. Tanner placed his hand on Rob’s shoulder and forced him to his knees. “Looks like you have a visitor this morning, crawl over there and greet him properly.” “Consider this a little audition.” Rob wasn’t sure what Tanner’s last comment meant, but at this point he didn’t care. He was still feeling horny from the slam he had at the gym and the visitor looked like he was well hung. As he crawled closer to the visitor he could smell that the Top hadn’t showered for a while. He also picked up the smell that the guy had been smoking weed. The visitor took off his shirt as Rob was approaching. He was a wiry man covered in tattoos. He had long unwashed hair and a goatee. There were multiple piercings in his ears, he had a small ring in his nose and both his nipples were pierced. When the visitor opened his fly, Rob also learned that the long cock that popped out of the faded ripped jeans was pierced as well. Rob opened his mouth to lick and suck the hard cock in front of him. The visitor however grabbed Rob by the hair and thrust his cock to the back of Rob’s throat in one swift movement. He tilted Rob’s face upward and spit on him. “You ain’t here for foreplay pig: you’re here for me to use,” He barked. While Rob felt the spit run down the side of his face he also felt the prick of a needle as Tanner administered a booster slam. Tanner offered a bottle of poppers to the Top who took a couple of deep hits. The bottle was then brought to Rob’s nostrils. After Rob huffed the poppers the Top continued his assault on Rob’s throat. The feel of the PA scraping the side of his throat was causing Rob to gag but the Top didn’t care and he continued his skull fuck. After he fucked Rob’s throat for a few minutes he pulled out and slapped his cock against Rob’s face. Rob’s started gasping to recover from the assault. “Open up my jeans and free my balls,” ordered the Top. Rob reached up to unfasten the belt and jeans but he was slapped hard across the face and stopped. “No hands, PIG!” Eventually Rob was able to undo the belt and jeans with his mouth and teeth. When his jeans dropped around his ankles, the Top grabbed Rob by the hair and jerked him towards him. “Balls NOW,’ was all he said. Rob began sucking and swallowing the balls immediately. The Top hit the poppers again and handed the poppers to Rob. The poppers were a welcome aroma versus the sweaty balls. After the hit he renewed his ball worship with increased rigor. When the Top had enough he grabbed Rob by the hair once again and pulled him off his balls and then turned around. He bent slightly at the knees and pulled Rob’s face into his ass crack “You know what to do so get busy!” Rob rimmed the ass in front of him eagerly. He was careful to drive his tongue as far up the Top’s hole as he could. He knew better that to try to spread the sweaty ass cheeks farther apart with his hands so he just pushed his face in tighter to spread the cheeks apart to give his tongue deeper access. After 10 minutes the Top stood up completely, turned and reached down and grabbed Rob by the throat to help lift him up. “On the bed face down and spread those legs,” he ordered. Rob felt the Top roughly shove three fingers up his ass. ”I see you are primed with cum and ready, just like a good cock whore should be.” “That’s good because I certainly wasn’t going to give you any lube.” The Top then drove his 10” pierced cock completely into Rob’s ass. True to his earlier comment about no foreplay, the Top immediately began to pile drive his cock fully in and out of Rob’s ass. Rob cried out with every thrust. With the poppers and the meth the fuck was a mix of pleasure and pain for Rob. The force and speed of the cock thrust reiterated to Rob that he was just a hole. Within another 15 minutes Rob felt the fresh flow of cum enter his ass and the fuck was over. Once the cock exited his ass Rob gave a sigh of relief. He was caught by surprise though when he felt four fingers enter his ass. The fingers gathered up some cum and were pulled out. The Top held his open hand in front of Rob’s face and demanded, ”Eat it up Pig, don’t waste a drop.” When Rob finished eating the cum, the Top pushed his cock into Rob’s mouth. “Now clean my cock and spit shine my PA; I want that ring shining when you are done.” When the Top was satisfied he was sufficiently clean, he pulled up his jeans and put back on his shirt. He turned to the camera man and said, “Remind your boss that they promised me a personal copy of the video.” When the Top left the room, Rob slowly crawled back to his cage and curled up into a ball inside of it. Tanner returned to the room to lock the cage. “I didn’t stay the whole time to watch that scene; it was getting too hot and I didn’t think I could refrain from joining in.” “I’m going to go watch the video now in the editing room; I’m sure it’s going to get you a lot of attention.”

Part 2 At dinner that night I sat there, ghostly pale, my stomach in knots. I could barely eat. I was sure the others could tell I had sinned so greatly. I was sure they could see the devil standing over me. "Are you not feeling well Jacob?" was all my mother asked. I just told her I wasn't and wanted to go to bed early. I went upstairs and brushed my teeth extra long, trying to wash away the lingering taste of Mr. Jackson's sperm. That night, as I lay in bed next to my brother, I couldn't sleep. My thoughts were filled with that big black dick, he had called it a dick, in my mouth, ejaculating down my throat. I had liked it, and secretly wanted more. And I had a feeling I would get that and lots more, like those pictures in the magazines. The next day, Mr. Jackson came over to talk to my parents. I tried to eavesdrop on their conversation, but my siblings made it impossible. After he left, my father came to tell me about the visit. "Jacob," he began, "Mr. Jackson needs some help for a few weeks on a cabin he's building in the mountains. He's offered to pay a nice sum for your services, and I think the work and time in God's nature will do you good." I secretly shivered when he said "services" because I could only imagine what those would entail. But I could not disagree with my father. So the next day I was packed with a few changes of clothes, my work boots, and a bible and hopped into Mr. Jackson's truck and off we went. I looked back at my family as they waved me off into a future none of them could imagine. "That was easier than I could have ever hoped!" Mr. Jackson laughed as we drove away into the unknown. We didn't talk much on the way, I just sat there trying to imagine what the next few weeks would bring. It was only a couple hours to the cabin, and we arrived mid-afternoon. As I reached for my bag in the back, Mr. Jackson said "leave it boy, you won't need nothing in there except your boots. Grab those other bags and follow me." I did as told and we went into the cabin, the door locking behind me. "Strip boy!" He commanded me. I stood there nervously, not moving. Mr. Jackson raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face. "I SAID STRIP!" I quickly shed my clothes, trembeling as I realized there was no one around to help me. As I pulled my clothing off, Mr. Jackson was pulling items out of the bags. Various strange looking things, most of them in black leather. "Now stand at attention boy! I want to inspect my property." I stood there, arms at my side while Mr. Jackson looked me over. I stood 5'8", a little shorter than his 6ft. I had a pale, thin body from too much time indoors praying instead of playing. My legs were covered in dark hair, and I had a little on my chest which ran down my stomach into dense, bushy pubes. The crack of my buttocks was also quite hairy, as well as my armpits. "Not bad boy," Mr. Jackson sneered. I like my white bitches skinny. We'll take care of the smooth part next." With that he pulled out a bottle of something orange and told me to drink it. It tasted kind of funny, but I was thirsty and drank it all down. Soon I was feeling really warm and mellow. And my dick was rock hard. Mr. Jackson had pulled out some clippers and went to work shaving my body. Soon there was nothing but stubble covering me. He then took a bowl of hot water and a razor and shaved the rest of me totally smooth. The hair on my head was the only thing left. And I have to admit the feelings of his hands all over my body made me tingle everywhere, especially my rock hard penis that stood straight up the whole time. Mr. Jackson stepped back when he was done to look at me. "Very nice boy! Now you look like your about 13, naked and smooth with your little boy cock sticking up. What is it, about 5"? Certainly not a real man's cock." I blushed as he commented on my body, feeling shame at my nakedness. "But now the real fun can begin!" He put leather straps around my wrists and ankles, and a collar around my neck. Then without warning I felt a body wracking jolt around my neck. I screamed and dropped to the floor as I jerked and spasmed. "That's a shock collar boy, to keep you in line. And just know, that was only half voltage! So don't even THINK of escape!" I softly whimpered and prayed to Jesus to save me from my plight. "I told you who you would pray to now boy!" Mr. Jackson said as he kicked me in my stomach. "Jesus can't help you now!" With that, he pulled out a small case and sat down on my chest, pinning me down. He wrapped a rubber tube around my arm and said "hold still boy if you don't want to get hurt! I've learned this is the quickest way to turn bitches like you into nasty chem sluts!" I had no idea what was about to happen when I felt a slight prick in my arm, then he released the band on my arm. WHAM!! A force flew through my body unlike anything I could ever imagine. It was like God himself had entered me. My lungs seized up and I started a coughing fit. Mr. Jackson just stood up and went out side, returning with my bible. As the coughing subsided, he pulled me up and over his knee and started to beat my buttocks as hard as he could with Gods words. Over and over he paddled me, an intense warm feeling increasing all over my body. Then he threw me over the arm of the sofa and moved back between my legs, tossing the bible into my hands. I could hear him spit several times then I felt something pushing against my anus. "I gonna rip you open bitch!" Mr. Jackson yelled. "I'm gonna make you my slut! Your cunt is gonna bleed for me!" With that, he pushed as hard as he could and his penis popped into me. I screamed like I've never screamed before. It was as if the devil himself was raping me. "Scream bitch! I love it! Scream, cry, pray to be saved! There is no one to hear you! Not even your god!" With that he slid his dick all the way into me and I howled as I clutched my bible. "PLEASE GOD! HELP YOUR POOR SERVANT!" I cried as Mr.Jackson started to plow in and out of me. Tears flowed from my eyes onto my bible as I prayed and prayed to be delivered from Sarah Palin. Mr. Jackson just laughed while he continued his rape. Slowly the pain started to subside, and a new feeling replace it. A good feeling. "That's right boy," he said, noticing the change in me."you know what God made you for. To please men. Your my property now boy. That's your cunt I'm fucking. Its going to learn to take lots of Cocks in it! Your going to be my little chem whore!" I just moaned and buried my face into the couch, accepting my fate. Mr. Jackson continued to debase me before finally yelling, "oh yea! Take it boy! I'm breeding you bitch! Take my cum now!" I could feel his cock pulsing deep inside me, and I knew at that moment I would never be the same. God, or the devil, it didn't matter. I would serve Mr. Jackson. He pulled out of my throbbing hole and grabbed my hair. I could see a messy mix of blood, cum, and shit covering his half hard cock. I didn't care. He shoved it in my mouth and like a demented whore I sucked everything off. When it was clean, he pushed me onto the floor and stood over me. "Jerk off whore!" He ordered me as he let loose with a load of piss. I grabbed my cock and furiously beat it, quickly shooting my sperm all over me while he showered me in piss. "I baptize you Jacob. I baptize you into your new life as a piggy chem whore." I just opened my mouth and accepted my new gods gift.