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Part 18: Fucking Peter (part 2) I fell forward, my heart racing. What remained of Pastor Kline’s cum was slick between us. I could feel his own heart beating. He broke off his kissing with Peter and looked to me, reaching up a hand and pulling me into another kiss. For a brief moment, I didn’t see Pastor Kline before me. Instead, I saw my father, and as the image became clear, I found my dick shooting out several more jets of cum. “What was that?” Pastor Kline asked, looking down at where my dick was still inside his ass. “For a second, I saw my dad instead of you,” I told him. “Made me cum some more.” Pastor Kline smiled. “Fucking hot. Would love to see the man that created a bull like you.” “Just because I fucked my brother doesn’t mean our dad would want anything to do with this. Trust me, there is no chance.” “Shame,” he said. “I’d love to watch you fuck your dad.” “I’d love to see you fucked by your own son,” I told him. “You and me both.” “Maybe, one day, we’ll both get lucky.” “He’ll be home soon,” he said. “I’ll see what I can do.” “You better,” Dominic said. “He’s friends with Lewis,” Pastor Kline said, looking at Peter who was taking Dominic’s dick better than before. “I caught them jerking off a few years ago when Lewis stayed over one night. They tried to hide it, but I knew what they were doing.” “Seems your son isn’t as innocent as I’d assumed,” I said. “Though, a lot of young men jerk off together.” “Close bond.” “Maybe,” Pastor Kline said, “Peter can get Lewis to somehow invite him over somewhere. He wouldn’t come if he knew I’d be there.” “I’d love to fuck your son’s ass,” Peter groaned, his dick pointed up into the air, precum dribbling down onto his stomach. A large pool was now created, mixing into his treasure trail. “Imagine fucking a father and son.” “I don’t need to imagine,” Dominic said, winking. “Fuck,” Peter said. “Where have you been all my life?” “I think we’ve all been thinking that,” Pastor Kline said. “How much cum do you make?” Dominic asked, picking up his pace? “Around 12 mls,” Peter said. "I measured once." Dominic’s eyes grew wide. “That’s more than double what's normal.” “Tell me about it,” Peter said. “And your bitch wife doesn’t appreciate it,” Dominic said, shaking his head. “She doesn’t know the god she has, but we do.” I pulled myself out of Pastor Kline and went to Dominic’s dresser in which he kept several instruments and toys. I pulled out a butt plug and inserted it into Pastor Kline’s ass. “Pastor,” Dominic said, eyeing the older man. “I’ve got a water bottle in the fridge filled with piss and cum. I want you to drink it all. Understand?” Pastor Kline nodded and left. “Son,” Dominic said, eyeing me, “I want you to go into the kitchen and get a bottle with a large mouth. I want to catch Peter’s cum just to see how much this fucker shoots.” I followed Pastor Kline into the kitchen where he was already starting in on the bottle of piss and cum. I watched as he drank, the bits of cum clouding the yellow piss. I didn’t much care for the taste of cold piss, but Pastor Kline seemed to like it. Watching him drink down the concoction, I found myself unable to believe that this was the same man I’d been looking up to for years. Now, I was watching him drink another man’s piss and cum while my toxic cum infected his hole. I’d just listened to him fantasize about having his own son fuck him. Never would I have believed Pastor Kline to be this perverted. I looked up to him even more than before. I couldn’t wait for him to be poz. I found the bottle Dominic had wanted and returned to the bedroom, coming to Peter’s side. Even though he hadn’t cum yet, the amount of precum over his stomach made it look as if Peter had already shot at least twice. “Why don’t you try some,” Dominic said, winking at me. I leaned down and started licking the precum off his stomach, some of his hairs sticking into my teeth. With my face pressed against his skin, I could almost feel Dominic’s dick hitting below my lips, a thin layer of muscle and tissue being the only thing keeping us apart. “This feels incredible,” Peter moaned. “This is only the beginning,” Dominic said. “Soon, we’ll have your fuck toy, Lewis, here to infect. After him, we’ll seduce Pastor Kline’s son into joining our ranks. We’ll be running out of recruits.” “I have a few names I can send your way,” Peter said. “Or, at least, a few men in our men’s group I’d love to have an opportunity to fuck.” “I second that,” I said, my mouth full of his precum. There were several men in the church I knew I’d love to have ass up, taking our poz dicks. I imagined what it would be like, looking out over the congregation, knowing I had fucked every man staring back at me, the strain gifted to me by Dominic running through all our veins. “Have you tasted your cum, Peter?” Dominic asked. Peter shook his head. Dominic nodded to me. I moved up to Peter’s mouth and forced it open with my tongue, dumping his precum inside. We stayed locked in this kiss for what felt like forever, swapping the ridiculous amount of precum between us. It tasted sweet and salty, and from Peter’s groans, I could tell that he liked it. Peter tried to say something as we kissed, our interlocking lips making his words muffled. “What?” I asked, releasing him. “I’m gonna cum,” he said. I grabbed the bottle Dominic had told me to get and held it up to Peter’s dick with one hand while my other hand started jerking him off. Peter’s breathing caused his chest to rise up in quick spurts, each breath shallow as his orgasm neared. “I’m cumming,” he moaned. “I’m cumming.” I kept jerking his dick with one hand while holding the bottle with the other. I watched in amazement as he started shooting thick ropes of cum into the bottle. His dick was almost a faucet pouring out his seed, his balls unable to hold the cum anymore. I kept jerking him off, stopping once when I thought he was finished, but he shook his head. “I’m still going,” he said. “Sexy fucker,” Dominic said, his own breathing changing as his orgasm neared. By the time Peter was finished, a quarter of the bottle was filled with his cum. I removed it and closed the lid, holding it up to Dominic. “What the fuck, man?” Dominic said, taking the bottle and eyeing the cum. “This is like four guys worth of cum.” “And I can go again,” Peter said. Dominic looked at me and smiled. “I think we’ve found our star breeder.” Pastor Kline came back into the bedroom, the empty bottle of piss and cum in hand. “I finished,” he said. “Good boy,” Dominic said. “Now, drink Peter’s cum.” Pastor Kline took the bottle from Dominic and opened the lid, swirling the contents around. He lifted it to his mouth and started drinking the cum. "I can't believe what I'm watching," Peter said. "Pastor Kline is drinking my cum like a protein shake." "It is," Dominic said. Halfway through, Pastor Kline took the bottle down, revealing cum around his lips and beads dripping down his chin. He smiled. “Tastes great.” “You see, Peter,” Dominic said, his pace quickening, “We know how to treat a man with your gift. And here’s your reward. A hot load of toxic cum.” His body shuddered as he unloaded in Peter’s ass, fingers digging into his legs, holding on to keep himself from collapsing. Both Dominic and Peter moaned from the waves of pleasure, their voices filling the room, making my cock jump. Dominic looked at Peter and then at me, smiling. “Fuck, that felt good.” I retrieved another butt plug and inserted it as soon as Dominic pulled out his dick. There were traces of blood and cum around his hole, proving once again how hard a lover Dominic was. “I’ve never felt anything like this before,” Peter said, resting his hands on his stomach. “I can feel your cum inside me.” “Speaking of which,” Dominic said, motioning Pastor Kline to clean of his dick. “Peter, I want to watch you fuck Will full of your manly sized load. Are you up for that?” “Sure am,” Peter said. “Are you?” “I’ve been waiting for you to fuck me all night,” I told him. We switched places, my legs hoisted up in the air. It had been a while since I was fucked, and I missed it. While I liked fucking Pastor Kline, I needed to feel a cock in my ass. Seeing Peter’s hard dick bobbing up and down, I found my whole twitch. “Ready when you are.” Peter lined his dick up with my hole and slowly pushed inside. It was amazing how much I had changed. Where it had been painful and difficult the first time Dominic had fucked me, his dick opening me up, making me bleed, I was now taking Peter’s dick with no problem. There was still a bit of pain, but it felt good, making my cock harden. “I’ve never been this hard,” Peter said. “The plug should be hitting your prostate,” Dominic said, reaching down and pressing it into Peter’s ass. Peter shook, eyes rolling back. “Only a plug and a dick can hit that spot.” “And I need you to hit mine,” I told Peter. “Fill me up with all that cum.” “Yes, sir,” Peter said, slipping his dick all the way in before starting a slow, steady rhythm. “Are you still thirsty?” Dominic asked Pastor Kline who was cleaning his beard, none of Peter’s cum remaining on his face. “Always, sir,” Pastor Kline said. “Kneel.” Pastor Kline went down on his knees, his mouth open as Dominic positioned his cock overhead. A jet of piss shot out, hitting Pastor Kline’s lip at first, spraying him in the face. He quickly recovered and wrapped his lips around Dominic’s cock, his throat moving as he swallowed. “Does piss taste good?” Peter asked, watching as Pastor Kline continued drinking. “I never thought of drinking piss.” “It’s not for everyone,” Dominic said. “But for my men, I expect them to try it at least once. Will drinks it occasionally. Pastor Kline here is a real piss pig. He can’t get enough. Isn’t that right?” Pastor Kline nodded, his mouth still filling up with piss. “Just think,” Dominic said, “Your stomach is full of my piss, my cum, and Peter’s cum. Everything a growing slut needs.” “That’s fucking hot,” Peter said, slamming himself into my ass as he continued watching Pastor Kline’s depravity. “I can’t imagine being able to bounce back so quickly,” I said, watching Peter’s dick sliding in and out of my ass. “I don’t think I’d ever stop fucking.” “It wasn’t easy growing up,” Peter said. “All I wanted to do all the time was jerk off. I did it with a friend once, and he made fun of me because he came only twice and I came five times.” “No one understands a gift when they see one,” Dominic said. “If I were you, I’d look that asshole up and fuck him hard just to prove how impressive you really are.” “Maybe I will,” Peter said. “Or, better yet,” Dominic continued, “Why don’t you imagine you’re fucking him right now. Pretend Will is the guy. Fuck him hard, making him regret ever making fun of you.” Peter looked at me, his face unsure. “Go for it,” I told him, pulling my legs back further, exposing more of my hole. “Make me pay for it.” Peter smiled, then his brow furrowed, whatever hostility he had been holding up for years rising to the surface. I could feel his pace quicken, his thrusts no longer gentle but forceful, as if he was using his dick to hurt me. It felt incredible, his dick almost swelling even larger than before. He was hitting my prostate now, sending waves of pleasure throughout my sweating body. I felt as if I couldn’t breathe. “How’s he doing, Son?” Dominic asked. “Incredible,” I moaned. “Give it to him,” Dominic said, standing behind Peter, his hands on his shoulders. He looked me in the eye, the same devious smile from my dream all those weeks ago returning. “Make him pay for it.” Peter slammed into my ass, his balls hitting me hard. I could feel his pubic hair rubbing against my skin, rubbing, creating irritation. Clearly he was getting out his anger. “Think of how your wife doesn’t like you fucking her,” Dominic said, kissing Peter’s neck. “How hard to you want fuck that bitch now?” “Harder than she could imagine,” Peter growled. His fingers dug into my skin, sweat dripping down his body. His chest was heaving, Dominic’s hands finding his nipples. “Fuck!” Peter yelled, Dominic’s fingers twisting. “Fuck, I’m cumming!” “Fill his ass” Dominic said, smiling at me. “Fill me up,” I cried, my body shaking from Peter’s thrusts. Peter’s face contorted, mouth open in a silent scream as he shook, ramming his dick as far into my ass as possible. It felt as if someone was shooting a watergun in my hole. The cum wouldn’t stop pouring out of Peter’s cock. His orgasm lasted nearly a minute. Once it subsided, Peter looked at me, a single tear running down his face as he smiled. “I feel alive,” he said, falling forward onto me. He kissed me, his sweat dripping down on me. I looked at Peter as he smiled and found myself smiling bigger than ever before. Seeing him so happy, seeing him feeing fulfilled, flooded my body with an intense warmth. Without realizing it, I started cumming, shooting between our bodies. “Handsfree,” Peter said, laughing. “Yeah,” I said, unable to look away from him. For a single moment I found myself looking at Peter differently. The same intensity I felt with Dominic filled me as I looked at Peter. I wanted him to never leave. All I wanted was for him, Dominic, and myself to stay here forever. ____________________________________________________________________________________ Alright men, I have one more chapter written before I have to get to work and write some more. That means there may be a sunday where we can't cum together for our normal sexual service. However, I am working on a different story that I think might be a one-off. If you thought Dominic was twisted, wait till you meet this guy.

Went to the CumUnion party at The Works in Indy last evening. Got two huge loads up my ass, swallowed another, made one guy cum hands free while fucking him, fucked three other pigs, ended the night eating a hot hairy bear ass while he was sucking off another dude then slid in and dumped a massive load up his preloaded fuck chute. Still leaking cum this morning so the loads I took must have been really big.

Chapter 6.4 - Cumpadre His curiosity got the better of him and he was out at the soccer fields watching Toby's team play. He looked around and didn't see João anywhere. He even wandered to some of the other matches to check out the other teams, but didn't see him there, either. The match ended and after a short post-game meeting, Toby came up to Ric. "So, do you really like to watch second rate soccer or are you just checking out the guys?" Toby asked. Ric laughed and replied "A bit of both. I wasn't very good in high school. At first I didn't trust myself in the locker rooms, gym class was bad enough. When I was finally comfortable enough being gay, it was senior year and you can't really start sports then." "Yeah, I guess not. Some of these guys haven't been playing long, though. You would fit in. It's good exercise and keeps my butt attracting all sorts of horny guys" Toby said, laughing. "It is a sweet ass" Ric replied. A few seconds later he added "I thought there was another guy on the floor that played soccer." Toby stood there a moment and said "Hmm... I don't think so. At least not on the IM teams. There's one that plays on the university team, João. But he's way out of our league. He might be good enough to go pro." They started walking back towards the dorms when one of Toby's teammates came running up. He whispered something in Toby's ear and Toby laughed. Ric wondered what was funny and soon Toby told him "Gustavo thinks you're hot and wants to know why you haven't shown up at any matches before." He wasn't about to tell him why he was there, so he just said "I like to watch occasionally and Toby mentioned that he was playing today." "Cut the BS, Ric... you were checking out the hot asses looking for the next one to sink your dick into" Toby said with a grin. The bluntness surprised Ric and yet he guessed that from the comment Toby knew Gustavo was queer. When he looked at the smile on Gustavo's face, he knew he was right. "That too" Ric said, chuckling. "Oh... You're active... a top?" Gustavo asked. "Yeah, mostly. I'm versatile with my boyfriend, but it really depends on the other guy" Ric replied. Ric saw the shocked look on Gustavo's face and expected the next question, which he got only a second later. "You cheat on him?" "No, we're open. We both meet with other guys" Ric explained. "I bet it's fun to be one of those other guys" was the quick response. "Be careful of what you ask for. Ric is bigger than most guys and would probably wreck that hot little butt of yours. You had a hard time taking Davey's and he's not even close" Toby said. Ric laughed to himself and watched Gustavo look back at him. A moment later he moved closer to Ric and gave a quick feel of the bulge inside Ric's shorts. "Oh god" Gustavo said after the extended grope. -- A few days later, Ric and Mateo were walking to the elevator and saw Toby talking with Gustavo in the first floor lobby. "Hey guys, how's it going?" Ric said before introducing Mateo to Gustavo. "We were going to go on a short run, do you want to join us?" Toby asked. "Sure. We gotta change first. Uh... Come on up" Ric said. Ric figured it would be a good way to show Gustavo what he felt up the other day and see if he might be interested in playing some time. The four walked down the hall into Ric and Mateo's room and Toby closed the door. Ric and Mateo's t-shirts were off before they had even gotten inside the room. The sandals and jeans were off next, quickly followed by his trunks. Ric rummaged through the drawer and grabbed a jock, tank and running shorts. Mateo still had his cargo shorts on while he looked for his running gear. "I like the tattoo on your back. Are you a Scorpio too?" Gustavo asked innocently. The other three chuckled and Ric turned around, giving Gustavo a full frontal view of his naked body. He had trimmed his bush that morning and the biohazard tattoo was barely hidden by the remaining hair. Mateo replied "No... It's a warning that I can sting" as he turned around, dropped his cargo shorts and pulled on his running shorts. "Wow... that looks bigger than it felt. What does that tattoo mean?" Gustavo asked, looking over Ric and trying to figure out what Mateo meant. "The same as his scorpion. We both have HIV" Ric said. "But you look healthy" Gustavo said. "Mmhmm, we are" Ric said, just like he had told countless other guys that asked. He pulled on his jockstrap and shorts before pulling the tank top. He knew he'd be taking the shirt off part way through the run and hoped all four of them would be shirtless soon. Within ten minutes of starting their run, Ric got his wish as the shirts got pulled off. He ran with Mateo most of the time but would drop back to get a better view of the three sexy butts. Ric wondered if outing his and Mateo's status had ruined any chance that he could get into Gustavo's hot ass. As they finished their run, Gustavo waved as he headed back to his dorm a few blocks away. The other three ended up in Ric and Mateo's room and the three sweaty bodies were naked in seconds. "Need some dick?" Mateo asked, rubbing his fingers along Toby's moist crack. "Oh god yeah... I haven't had anything since Jack on Wednesday" Toby moaned. Ric was on his knees feeding Toby's mouth as Mateo pressed his face in, licking all over the sweat covered ass. He didn't spend much time rimming, his hard cock was eager to get into the ass that he hadn't fucked before. It was a tight fit, but Toby relaxed and was getting pounded a few minutes later. "Damn, that's a good ass... No wonder Ric's been keeping it to himself" Mateo said. Ric chuckled, feeling Toby get forced further on to his shaft. Mateo began to plow faster until his cock began to spew ropes of cum into the slick tunnel. Toby pulled off Ric's cock and moaned out "Ahhh fuck yeah! Breed that hungry pussy!" Mateo let the the load of cum soak inside a minute before slowly pulling out. He swapped spots with Ric and Toby eagerly licked the poz cum off Mateo's cock. Ric slid in easily and plowed Toby with long, firm strokes. The orgasm snuck up on him quicker than he expected and showered Toby's gut as he thrust in. "Ahhhh that feels so good" Toby moaned out. The three sat on the floor, recovering. "It always feels good to take a new guy's dick and cum, thanks. Hopefully that won't be the last time" Toby said, winking at Mateo. A moment later, he said "Ric... Gustavo was asking a few questions while we ran. I hope you don't mind, but I gave him your number since some of them I didn't want to answer." "No problem. Is he thinking about taking his chances with a poz load or three?" Ric asked. "Maybe. He sounds a lot more careful than I was. My desire to feel Jack's cock inside me outweighed everything else" Toby said. "I hope you don't regret it. I love knowing I have Ric's bug inside of me" Mateo said. "No, I don't. I just realize I rushed into it. I went from having my first experience with a guy to being poz in only a few months" Toby said. "Have you pozzed anyone yet?" Ric asked. "Yeah... A friend when I was home last summer. It was strange being a top, but that only lasted a month, thankfully. After he converted he went back to being a top and me a bottom" Toby said. "So you don't want to be the one to do Gustavo..." Ric then asked. "No... I think I'll save that for someone that I'm closer to" he replied. A day later, the first message came and slowly Ric knew he felt more comfortable asking questions. Questions were one thing, putting out was another and Ric had resigned Gustavo to the flirt-but-no-play group. That meant he was lower priority than guys that were actively looking to hookup. Like João. They had been meeting a couple times a week and Ric watched him become more comfortable with his status each time. Ric and Mateo had taken several of his loads, always like the first time he bred Mateo with a dick fucking his ass. "I think you're the closest I am going to get to having one of my people fuck me" Gustavo sent one day. "Why? Are there no other gay guys from there going to school here?" Ric asked. He felt ignorant not knowing what country he was from. He didn't want to guess wrong and offend him. He knew there was a camaraderie and yet a rivalry between different South American countries. He preferred the camaraderie of his fellow brown queers, even if he didn't speak their language. "No. All straight. I've never been with anyone from Brazil while I've been here for school, only at home" he replied. Ric smiled, but sent back "Being poz will make it harder. Find your compadre before you play with poz guys." He had a few motives for his response. One was to slow the stream of messages from Gustavo and two to satisfy Gustavo's need for hooking up with a fellow countryman. "Yes, u are right" Gustavo sent back. The messages didn't slow down, though, and Ric thought they might have gotten more intense. Gustavo even stopped by occasionally to talk face to face. They had been talking for over two hours when a text message came from João. "Free now?" he asked. It was his code for "I am very horny. Can we fuck?" and Ric laughed to himself. He typed back "Mateo not here. Talking with a friend. 5 min." Ric told Gustavo "A friend needs some help with an assignment. It's been good talking with you again." He had been trying to end the conversation for almost thirty minutes since it seemed to be going in circles. Gustavo hinting that he wanted to have sex but completely afraid of getting infected. Ric only had covered sex with clients and if his dick went into Gustavo, it would be bare. Gustavo nodded and asked one final question "Do you regret it?" "No, not at all. I've done a lot of things that I never would have, so the pluses outweigh the downsides" Ric said. Gustavo got up and opened the door to head back to his room. João was standing there and both gasped. "Do you know each other?" Ric asked. João pushed Gustavo back into the room and closed the door. "What are you doing here?" João asked him in Portuguese. Ric realized he wasn't going to be part of this conversation and sat back on the bed, trying to understand what he could. Gustavo told him that they were just talking. "Nothing more? No sex?" João then asked. Gustavo replied "No" and looked disappointed. "I didn't know you knew Ric, too. I will let him help you with your school work" Gustavo said. João looked confused but replied "Yes, I live at the other end of the floor." Ric could tell that Gustavo was nervous around João and wondered if he had a crush on him. "I should go, now" Gustavo said, switching back to English. Once Gustavo had left, Ric asked "Do you know him?" "Of course. He's from Brazil too. We sat next to each other on the plane coming back for this semester. He's a nice guy and a good football player, but he has a reputation since he is openly gay. Many guys don't want to be seen with him" João said. He thought a moment and then asked "Have you... had sex with him?" "No. He's too scared about HIV. I think he wants to, though. He's unhappy that he can't find any other gay Brazilians to have sex with and I guess I'm close enough" Ric replied, chuckling. "Oh? I know a few but I don't know if he would want them since they are older" João said. Ric laughed and said "To be honest, I think they could have three eyes, six fingers and a tail, as long as they were from your country." It took a few seconds for João to understand Ric's comment, but then he laughed too. A smile grew across his face before he said "I don't have a tail... or three eyes." "He has told me he is only a bottom, like you. If you know a top that might be interested, then you should give them a chance to decide for themselves" Ric replied. As João's smile turned to a wicked grin, he realized that he misunderstood. "You want to fuck him?" Ric asked. João nodded and said "Only if he understands what will happen. My playing days will be over as soon as I get my exam. There won't be a reason to hide anymore." "What exam?" Ric asked. "My medical exam. I get one every six months. When they find out I have HIV, they will kick me off the team. The other players will know I am gay too and won't want to play with me" João said. "Don't expect the worst. You might be surprised" Ric said. "Uh... do you want me to have him come back here?" Ric asked. He watched João nod, looking embarrassed that he was letting his urges drive his thoughts. Ric texted Gustavo and five minutes later there was a knock at the door. This time, Gustavo was excited and said "Ric said you wanted to ask me something." João nodded and asked "You wanted to have sex with us?" Gustavo nodded. "You understand that we will give you the bug, yes?" he then asked. "I know Ric will, yes" he said and then realized what João meant. "You too?" Gustavo asked and it was João's turn to nod. He thought about it only a moment and said "I am yours. Share your seeds and virus with me." Gustavo eagerly knelt in front of João and pulled his shorts down. Ric always knew when João was horny, since he only had his soccer shorts and a tank top on which made it easy for him to be naked in seconds. The shorts fell to his ankles and he kicked them to the side with the shirt joining them a half second later. João slipped back into Portuguese and Ric sat back, watching the pair. Ric noticed that João was taking a more dominant role and wondered if he was going to be needed to help João fuck Gustavo. After a few minutes of sucking, Gustavo leaned back and pulled his shirt off and then his shorts. He took the cock back into his mouth and João began to fuck his throat. The move surprised Ric and he slowly stroked his cock, watching the scene unfold. Several minutes later, João pulled Gustavo off his cock and said something to him, getting a vigorous nod from Gustavo. Gustavo turned around and showed João his jock framed ass. A pair of spit covered fingers lubed up the hole before João spit over the exposed ring. Without any hesitation, João pressed his uncovered cock to Gustavo's hole and pushed. It took a few tries, but Ric watched him finally penetrate Gustavo on his own. Moans came out of both of them as João held still just inside. He pulled out and added more spit before working his cock back in deeper. It was obvious that João didn't top much, but the longer he plowed, the more comfortable he looked. Ric could see that Gustavo was being patient and making sure that João lasted for more than a few minutes. The thrusts got faster and soon Gustavo was fucking back on João's cock. The fuck lasted twice as long as Ric expected and neither seemed to want it to end. João growled out and tried to delay the inevitable orgasm, but a minute later he thrust in hard and his body shook. Ric smiled, knowing that he was breeding Gustavo's hungry ass completely on his own with no help from a cock in his ass. The moan from the bottom was long and low as he milked the cock that was planted inside him. João stood there, shocked at what he'd just done, but slowly pulled back. He slowly sat down on the floor, dripping sweat and breathing heavily. Gustavo looked over at Ric and smiled, wiggling his ass to call him over. Ric chuckled and got off the bed, but he turned Gustavo around so he was facing João. The cum helped Ric force his cock into the tight hole. While João might have been thicker than average, he wasn't as thick as Ric was. The thrusts started slowly letting Gustavo adjust to the girth. There was still a note of pain in his moans, but he didn't show any signs of wanting Ric to stop. It was a short fuck since he'd been edging while João had fucked him. Just over ten minutes after he entered him, Ric's balls started to release their seed. He never went deep, trying to keep as much of João's venom inside as he could and add to it. Just like he had with João, Gustavo worked his ass to get every drop of cum that he could from Ric's cock. Ric slowly pulled out and even with a gentle fuck, he could tell that they had done some damage to Gustavo's guts. Once he'd pulled out completely Gustavo crawled over to João and sat next to him, holding him close and resting his head on João's shoulder. "We shouldn't have done that" João said, looking guilty. "You made my dream come true. It's a small price to pay. I am yours any time you want me" Gustavo said.

Chapter 6.3 - Down the Hall He'd been playing around too much Spring semester and now it was time to pay up. Midterm tests were coming and Ric worried that his grades were suffering. Taylor's comment from a year before was getting too close to the truth, he was fucking his way through college. The door was closed and he had earbuds in playing quiet nature sounds while he studied. Ric reached around and grabbed the water jug from the small dorm fridge. It only had half a glass left and it was time for short break to refill it. As he pulled his earbuds off and put them back in the charging case there was a knock at the door. Ric opened it up and saw a startled short guy looking back at him. Ric recognized the guy from the other end of the floor, but had only seen him wandering around and had never talked to him. Ric wore his usual uniform of only jogging shorts and sandals while the other guy had jeans and a tee on. Standing at least five inches shorter than Ric, he looked intimidated. "Hi, what's up?" Ric asked. "Uh... Hi. I'm David from the other end of the hall. My... Uh... roommate is really sick and he asked me if you could come down there to check him out" the guy said. Ric chuckled and replied "I'm not sure why he'd want to talk to me since I'm not a doctor. I haven't even made it to pre-med yet." "I don't know anything or why he wanted you, but he asked so here I am. Can you please just come see him? He looks awful" David asked. Ric set the water bottle down, grabbed his phone and keys and followed David back to his room. Ric wasn't really sure who David's roommate was, but followed him at a brisk pace down the long hallway. Once in the room, Ric remembered the roommate immediately. João laid there almost naked with a pair of skimpy briefs struggling to contain a large bulge. He looked like a lot of soccer players he saw on TV. He was pretty sure he played on the team with Toby, but since he'd only gone to one game he wasn't sure. The few times he'd run into João, he seemed to have a very macho attitude and had actively avoided any of the openly gay guys on the floor, Mateo and Ric included. He had assumed that João was straight and homophobic, but maybe that was premature judgment. Ric was a little surprised to see him manscaped, with his chest hair trimmed, stomach shaved and a perfect, narrow line of hair running from his navel down to the top of the briefs. The beard on his face was similarly trimmed close all the way up the sides of his head to a slightly longer top. The only thing that prevented him from modeling the latest swimwear was that his body was covered in sweat and he passed out almost as soon as Ric got there. João's neck looked swollen and Ric saw a few patches of rash on his otherwise unblemished light brown skin. Almost immediately, Ric knew why he was called and had a guess as to what João was experiencing. "What's his temperature?" Ric asked and before getting a reply asked "How long has he been like this?" David said "It started Thursday night. I don't have a thermometer, so I don't know what his fever is. He looked bad when I went to classes yesterday and the rash started this morning. He keeps moaning like he's in pain, too." Ric glanced up and saw the large Brazilian flag hanging next to the bed and muttered "crap" to himself since his knowledge of Portuguese was only slightly better the German that the guy had tried to converse with him at the bathhouse a week earlier. "Can you go to the RA's room and see if he has a thermometer?" Ric asked David. He saw João open his eyes and asked "Habla Espanol?" and got a strained "poquito" in reply. "OK, I think I know why you asked for me" he said and before he could finish his sentence, he saw João pointing a finger at his biohazard tattoo. "Ah, well, welcome to the club" Ric said. He then told João "I don't speak Portuguese and I was hoping we could talk privately, but English it is. I assume if you got HIV it was from gay sex. Correct?" and watched João nod 'yes' before breathing deep. "Does David know you're gay or bi?" Ric asked next. He heard João reply softly "No. No one knows." There was pain in his voice and he knew João ached like he never had before. He remembered feeling the same a few years earlier. A few seconds later, David came in the room with a digital thermometer. "He said to aim it at the forehead, several inches away and hold it there a few seconds" David said. "101.7 F which is... 38.7 C" Ric said, handing the thermometer back to David. A moment later he continued "Keep checking it every four or six hours and if it gets much higher, he should go to the emergency room. Let's get some wet towels for him and I'll go pick up some stuff to keep him hydrated." Ric kept checking on him and it took until the following Wednesday until João's fever broke and he was able to walk around. Monday after classes and with his first mid-term exam completed, he dragged João over to the clinic to find out for sure. Wednesday they were back and Ric sat in the waiting room and he finally saw João come out of the exam area with Hector ushering him back. "He's going to need some help. He said that he knew what it was, but still took it hard. I'm glad you are here to watch him. But... Uh... Is it from you?" Hector asked. Ric shook his head 'no' and said "I didn't know he went that way. He avoided all of us gay guys. But I guess he saw my tattoo at some point and asked for me when he got sick." "We won't know what his numbers are until the end of the week. Bring him back next Monday and we'll figure out what he wants to do. Keep an eye on him until then, please?" Hector asked. Ric nodded and the pair headed back to the dorm. "If you want to talk, I'm a good listener, but I'd like to know what happened" Ric said after they got a half block away. "My parents are not accepting of people like us. They said very bad things about my cousin and almost as bad about my uncle and aunt for... loving him anyway. So, I have kept it to myself. Here, I can find men to meet and not have to worry about them finding out" João said softly. After a pause, he continued "I met a guy several weeks ago. He was nice at first and the sex was amazing. The last time we met, he got angry while he fucked. He told me that I was going to pay for the asshole that pozzed him. That all of us Mexican fags deserve to die from AIDS. But I'm not from Mexico..." he said, starting to sob. Ric put his arm around João and they stopped. "Stupid people lump all of us brown folks in whatever bucket their racist minds want to. You'll be ok, life will go on. It's not like you can change it, anyway" Ric said. Over the weekend, Ric, Mateo and João talked. "One of the questions they'll ask you is if you want to go on treatment right away" Mateo said. "Why wouldn't I? Doesn't everyone?" João asked. "Not all. Neither of us are and I know several other guys that aren't. I love feeling a guy filling me up with viral loads almost as much as I like giving them" Ric said. The shocked look on João's face surprised Ric and he wondered which part shocked him. "You're not afraid to take more infected cum? Or infect them?" João asked. "Once you have it, it doesn't matter. Some neg guys like the risk and others want it, so we can help them out" Ric replied, smiling back at João. "Do you mean I don't have to worry any more? I could take your poz cum and it wouldn't make me sick again?" João asked. "No. Not now or after you start medications. The only guys you might want to stay away from are neg guys that aren't on PrEP. Unless they want your bug. You would be very toxic right now" Mateo said. João shook his head. "No, I am only a bottom... But you could fuck me and we both would be ok?" He asked. "Of course. Why? Are you horny?" Ric asked. He and Mateo watched as João nodded 'yes' quickly, his body tingling at the thought of finally having sex again. Ric closed and locked the door and when he turned around, Mateo was pulling João's jersey over his head. Ric tugged his shorts down and they were all naked seconds later. Ric pressed against his back and Mateo his front. Mateo kissed him roughly until Ric turned João's head and and did the same. When Mateo turned his head back, Ric slid down his back, letting his tongue trace down his spine. João let out a loud moan when Ric grabbed both butt halves and buried his face in. The muscled ass was firm in his hands and the experienced hole felt good on his tongue. For all of the manscaping that João did on the upper front side of his body, he left the layer of fur on his legs and ass natural. Ric was in heaven and barely noticed when João bent over and started sucking on Mateo's cock. Ric felt a tap on his arm and knew that was Mateo's indication that it was time to change up. Next, João was on his knees, taking Ric's dick into his mouth while Mateo was getting in position to enter João's hole. The moment Mateo's cock touched João's hole Ric felt him tense up. Ric quietly said "Shhhh, you'll be ok. He won't hurt you and you can't hurt him" as he stroked João's head. Mateo's face soon smiled and Ric watched his boyfriend slowly slip inside the muscular ass. A moan surrounded his cock, followed by a tongue resuming it's work on his shaft. Mateo slowly built up speed which helped Ric's cock thrust into João's throat. João took the ass and throat drilling better than Ric expected, since most closeted guys didn't have a lot of experience. He even deep throated himself on Ric's cock a few times, staying down longer than most guys. When Ric heard the familiar growls, he knew his boyfriend was close. Ric slipped his cock out of the warm, wet mouth and held João's head gently. The whimper from João when Mateo came deep in his ass was a little surprising. Ric wondered if it was from regret or if he really was that submissive. When Mateo pulled out, Ric said "Turn around" and watched both guys turn around on their knees. He was close and he didn't know how much longer he could hold the cum in his balls. Ric reached around and guided João's stiff shaft to Mateo's ass and got another whimper. "Just slide in, I'll do the rest" Ric said and with half of João's cock in, Ric drove his own spit covered shaft into the cum filled hole. Moans came out of all three guys while Ric started to thrust into the freshly bred hole. Mateo had stretched him enough that Ric easily started pounding João. "Fuck, that's one hot poz ass" Ric said as his hips bounced off the firm butt. After a few minutes, Ric realized that João was pulling back after each inward thrust so that the next thrust would fuck him into Mateo's chute. "Maybe he's not a total bottom" Ric thought. A hard thrust pushed his dick all the way into João's hole and thus his into Mateo. Ric pumped a few more times and then buried his cock again. When he did it the next time, he felt João's hole spasm around his cock and a deep moan come from Mateo. He stayed planted, enjoying the muscles massage his shaft as João bred his first guy since converting. When the squeezes softened, Ric plunged one more time into João's hole and unleashed his own viral seed into the sloppy chute. The three stood there, breathing heavy with their sweaty bodies pressed together for a few minutes. The sound of gasping was broken up when Mateo said "That was a huge load... When did you cum last?" "Before I got sick" João said, sounding embarrassed. "You sure he'll be ok?" he then asked and finally "I have not fucked anyone since I came here for school." "Hopefully it won't be the last time. You have a great dick and I love how that little curve feels" Mateo said. They pulled out from each other and laid on the floor, João licking Ric's cock and Mateo, his. "Feel better?" Mateo asked. "Much better. Both of you fuck like my friends from last year. It brought back a lot of good memories" João said. "What happened to them?" Ric asked. "They graduated and moved back to Sao Paulo. They want me to go back for their wedding, but now I can't" João said. "There are lots of solutions. If you want to go, you should" Mateo said. "Back to the present... How did you like breeding my boyfriend?" Ric asked. "It felt good, but I don't think I could have done it without you fucking me at the same time" João replied.

Chapter 6.2 - Sparky "U like doin negs?" was the message Ric got from Jim. Ric laughed to himself and wondered where this was going. He liked that they had continued to hookup after the summer break but knew that once the new library was finished they might not. A few had been longer fucks than their usual pump and dump on the construction site. Ric had even met Jim's roommate when they had an extended fuck session at his apartment. "Done my share. why?" he replied. A few seconds later Jim replied "Been fuckin an electrician" and then "Last time he said he just tested neg again and wondered why" followed by "he thought all poz guys could give him bug." "doesnt sound like he's too worried abt it. he chasin?" Ric asked. "Dunno bred him most of summer b4 he found out I was poz" Jim replied then added "others stopped fuckin him when they found out I was nailing him too. dumbfucks dont understand since I'm undetectable I'm safer than most guys no matter how many times I tell em." Ric wondered what Jim was thinking and if he wanted to poz the guy up. "U gonna stop meds to do it?" he sent. "Kinda wanted to watch u fck him first" Jim answered. Ric chuckled. "fuck him or poz him?" he asked. "Fuck. Dont think hes had a dick as big as u. hes cocky. b nice to watch a college guy own his ass" Jim texted back. Ric thought about it a moment and replied "If I fuck him, I'll own his ass 4 sure. where n when?" Jim sent a message back a few minutes later "checking. prob do longer fuck than we can at jobsite. u know places? don't want to use my apt." "Bathhouse?" Ric asked. "I dunno, might be too public for him" Jim replied. "Just go at an off time and have him get a room. He can decide how visible he is" Ric said, starting to think this was going to be too much work. "Monday eve might be quiet. Can u do that?" Jim asked. Seven thirty on Monday night, Ric walked into the bathhouse. "Not one of your usual times. Meeting someone?" the attendant asked. "Yeah. Not even sure if he'll show. How's the crowd?" Ric replied. "No crowd. Only a handful inside right now. It might pick up after ten" he got as a reply. Ric stripped down and stuffed his clothes in the locker before heading to the sauna. He gave Jim and his friend Sparky an hour before he would give up and head back home. He didn't have to wait long and he saw Jim and another guy come into the sauna. Once they got close he could see the other guy better without the steam. Sparky was a several years older than Jim or maybe he just had a hard life. His head was shaved and he wore several days scruff on his face. His smooth body held several extra pounds and the good start of a beer belly. There were several small tattoos scattered over his body and one large lightning bolt tattoo on his upper left arm. When he took the towel off his waist, Ric saw a rather small cock and no pubes. Ric didn't think Sparky was very attractive and hoped that he was a better lay than eye candy. At least when he turned around to check out the steam room Ric saw a nice, but smooth, ass. "Did you get a room?" Ric asked. Jim shook his head "No, the guy up front said there weren't a lot of people here so Sparky decided to chance it." "Ya only live once, huh?" Sparky said in a thick southern drawl. Ric chuckled and nodded, spreading his legs and stroking his soft cock. "Damn that's big" Sparky said, keeping his sentences short. He kept staring too and started to lick his lips. "Yeah, I won the lottery in that department. Come on over and give it a try. Let's see if you can wrap your lips around it" Ric said. Sparky looked around and no one else had come into the sauna. He came closer and bent over, taking Ric's partially hard cock into his hand. "Fuck" he said before pulling the foreskin back and licking over the head. Ric hadn't showered and he knew there might be more than just sweat and some piss under the hood, but Sparky didn't object. Slowly, he took more of Ric's cock into his mouth and Ric watched Jim disappear behind Sparky. A few seconds later, Sparky moaned around Ric's cock and Ric assumed that came from Jim's tongue on his ass. The moans kept coming and Sparky began sucking harder and deeper. It wasn't the best blowjob Ric had gotten but it wasn't the worst, either. Sparky mostly kept his teeth from scraping on Ric's shaft, but Ric was used to it. He licked back up the shaft, letting Ric's cock pop free of his lips. After taking a deep breath and going back down, he took Ric further into his mouth and just let the tip hit his throat. Ric rested his hand on the back of Sparky's head, pushing harder until the tip squeezed in. Sparky struggled and Ric let up, giving him a moment to refill his lungs before pushing his head back down. With his cock deeper in Sparky's throat this time, Ric gently started to thrust up, getting a little deeper. A few moments later, he saw Jim's head pop up and then stand up. He let Sparky grab another bit of air and pressed down as he watched Jim push in. Like he usually did when he fucked Sparky, Jim slowly sunk his entire shaft into the hole. Sparky had told him he loved to feel the burn and today he was sure Sparky would feel it at least twice today. He made sure there was just the bare minimum coating of spit to let him in. A slow drag pulled his cock all the way out before he shoved back in. This time, he didn't stay planted and began to plow way with firm strokes. Ric was fucking his face too, just with shorter strokes. The moans had turned to groans and Ric could tell Sparky was in pain. He wasn't trying to push off or wiggle away, so Ric pulled his head back and let him nurse on Ric's cock. The moans returned after a couple minutes until Jim would thrust in and make him grunt. Jim started to drill Sparky faster and Ric figured he was close. He had never seen Jim top before and now knew he was much more than just a horny bottom. Out of the steam Ric saw a guy come closer, stroking his cock. When he got next to Jim, Ric recognized him as the guy he called spiderman. The guy was about fifty and had a dozen or more spider tattoos crawling up his arm. Ric and Taylor had taken turns the previous Spring making sure that his cum was now virally enhanced. Spiderman grinned at Ric and watched Jim inch ever closer to orgasm as he slowly stroked his hard cock. A loud growl preceded Jim's last thrust, followed by the first breeding that night of Sparky's hole. It looked like a long orgasm and Ric wondered if he had been saving up to make sure he flooded Sparky's cunt. Spiderman grinned and then wordlessly asked if he could be next. Ric wasn't sure that Sparky knew there was another guy in the sauna, but he found out when instead of Ric getting up or Jim pushing back in, he got spiderman's long thin cock. Sparky jolted a bit, but Ric held his head. It didn't take long before spiderman was pounding Sparky's ass. His fuck looked pretty boring to Ric, with only one motion and one speed. He only lasted five minutes before he began to shoot his toxic jizz into Sparky. Ric would have preferred to be the only one filling Sparky with viral cum, but so far Sparky wasn't a good enough fuck to earn Ric's desire to be the only one. Once spiderman was out of the way, Ric and Jim swapped spots. The hole might have been slick with two guys' loads, but it still was tight. He saw Sparky's face buried in Jim's crotch with a cock probably deep into his throat. Ric got a couple inches in and bent over Sparky, pressing his chest to Sparky's sweaty back. With his head next next to Sparky's, he asked "Ready to get knocked up, Sparky?" Sparky whimpered with Jim's cock still in his mouth. "I'll take that as a 'yes'" Ric said, plunging his cock most of the way in. Sparky screamed out but most of it was muffled by Jim's cock. His body squirmed and twisted but since he was pinned between Ric and Jim, it just forced Ric's cock in deeper. Ric raised his hips and gave another hard thrust, digging into a new spot and making Sparky scream even louder before Jim pushed his cock in deeper. "Jim said you were disappointed your last test was neg. I hope that won't be a problem next time" Ric said, rolling his hips so his cock was almost out before driving back in. Slowly he plowed, forcing most of the two loads out and stretching the soft chute with each thrust. The whimpers returned a few minutes later along with Ric's faster strokes. Ric saw Jim face fuck Sparky's throat and he started to plow faster too. Once Sparky got used to one intensity, Ric would go harder. Ric pushed up, keeping his grip on Sparky's shoulders while he kept pounding. Jim smiled back at him and Ric wondered if he was up for a fuck like this. Most of their encounters had been quite a bit tamer. Another five minutes had Ric close and a few minutes more found him firing off volleys of his cum into Sparky's battered cunt. A few guys had gathered to watch Sparky get fucked and a few made comments when Ric shoved in the final time. "He's fucked" one guy said. "Lucky bitch" said another. Ric chuckled, quickly glancing to see who might be a good hookup next time. Once the adrenaline had faded, Ric slowly pulled his cock free and watched cum drip out of the wrecked hole. He stood back and Jim got up, leaving Sparky gasping for breath and braced on the bench. Jim slid his hard cock into the loose hole and laughed. It was then that Ric saw the fresh ink on Jim's upper back. The bio tat was larger than his but looked perfectly sized for the placement between his shoulders. It only took a couple minutes before Jim was growling again and pumping more of his seed into Sparky's hole. Ric took a seat and Sparky licked his cock briefly. When Jim had pulled out, Sparky stood up obviously in pain. "Fuck, my ass and throat are so fuckin sore" Sparky said. "That should hold you for a couple days" Jim said, slapping Sparky's ass. They headed off toward the showers with Ric trailing the other two. "Nice ink, Jim" Ric said as they rinsed off. "It's your fault. I liked your tat and wanted to get one, but I was afraid of the reaction I'd get. I've been getting a lot more action the past year and found more guys that aren't afraid of fuckin poz guys. Seem to be a lot more poz college students that want some hole to fuck, too" Jim said. Ric smiled back at him. "That might be my fault too" Ric thought.

100%. While it's usually fun to rut in fresh Hole, it's always fun to rut in known, reliably hot cumdumps. I usually hit my favorite joints about the same time, same nights. Fairly often I see a guy I "know", and generally we trade knowing glances, a bit of a smile, sometimes even a bit of a chat. Once in a while, I'll re-Breed, which only turns the heat up for all the fresh meat. Every guy loves fresh meat, since if we haven't had it before, there's always a chance it'll turn out to be great. In any case, a clump of men rawfucking each other is always fun.

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. This is another one that's been sitting around a while. There's only one part. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. ----- I'm one of those guys that's always horny and doesn't really care who he fucks. There were usually only bottoms out looking on the apps and sites near me, anyway. Most would take any half hard dick if it would just show up. I had chatted with plenty of bottoms over the years that listed "neg only" on their profiles that with very little arm twisting would gladly take my very toxic load. Most assumed when I said I was poz, that meant I was undetectable. It was always an awkward conversation to have when you're horny, but in the end they were more interested in getting fucked than anything else. One night I was looking over a few sites and I saw a guy that had a party ad for the next night at 6pm. His profile said he was a bottom on PrEP, mid thirties, kind of average size-wise and liked anonymous hookups. The party ad said that he was looking for 800 loads or something ridiculous and no loads refused so I sent him a message along with a party request. "Hey, like ur profile. Want me to load u up b4 the party?" I sent. The next day I got a message. "Thanks. sounds hot. is that 8 porn or real inches? u undetectable?" I'd seen these replies before and figured he'd wimp out pretty quick, but I sent him back "It could be really hot. Real inches. Not undetectable but ur on prep so it doesnt matter." "What about other guys at party? they might not be" he replied. "u said no loads refused nevermind" I replied and cancelled my request. Most guys like this were more interested in getting dick in them and I was surprised he cared about the other tops that had signed up. The site said that 22 were already approved but I knew that if five showed up he'd be doing good. A minute later I got back a reply "any load is good hope u can make it Sunset Inn #203 ready after 5pm" I waited a few hours and sent back "have another offer. might make it at 5 or 6." I knew at this point he'd rather take a toxic load than worry about the other guys fucking him. My goal was to bathe their dick's in a viral sea of cum. I didn't have any other offers, I just wanted him to be desperate for any dick he could get. At five forty the next day, I showed up at his motel room. The door was held open by the extended deadbolt. I walked in and gently closed the door, just like I found it. Only one dim light was on in the corner, enough to see where the bottom was but not bright enough to get any video evidence. Exactly how I like these hookups. I heard a little noise, but by the time I got past the bathroom, he was blindfolded and on all fours on the bed. I walked closer and felt his bare ass, running my fingers along the crack. His hole was lubed and a sniff told me it wasn't from cum. My cock got harder by the second and I quickly pushed my jeans off. Two spits on his hole and I shoved half of my eight inches into him. Some guys would scream out, but not this one. There was a little pain in his groan, but not a lot. A second thrust got three quarters and a third had him rooted. Each stroke after that was long and purposeful. I kept plowing him for about fifteen minutes until I heard more guys enter the room. I waited until four guys were there and then started to pound him. I heard grunts, groans and the occasional "thank you sir" as I glanced around the room. The guys were all stroking their dicks, waiting for their turn. I had been there long enough that my eyes had adjusted to the dim light and I could see the decent mix of guys pretty clearly. Everything from a nervous, plain, early 20's guy that looked like he just walked off a construction site to a late sixties otter. One guy I recognized from several of these types of parties. Sometimes he'd bottom, sometimes he'd top. My seed had gone into him at least three times and I'd watched his profile change from 'neg' to 'ask me'. A few hard thrusts and my cock was planted deep as it began to spew my toxic seed into his prep'd guts. When the last spurt shot out, I looked around the room wondering who were the protected ones and who weren't, Each one looked eager to sink their dick into the potent soup I'd just dumped into the cumslut. I marked his back with the marker on the bed, hoping he'd get at least a dozen more loads throughout the night, but figured that the five of us would probably be it. When I pulled out the construction guy took my place. I stood around and watched the next few guys fuck the host. With no new attendees, I pulled my jeans back on and headed out of the room. A guy was standing in the hall, nervously waiting and trying to get up the guts to go in. I could see a nice bulge in his gray sweatpants that he was trying to hide. "He's a good fuck and there's only a few guys in there. Have some fun" I whispered as slowly walked by him. A glance back as I made it a few rooms down saw him disappear into the party room. When I got home I sent a message to the bottom telling him "thx. nice ass. hope the other guys liked my lube."

Paul is a bearded mature top, somewhat hairy and with a noticeable covid-19 belly. He is a natural hunter and can be insatiable when the sexual needs call. No sex in weeks had him feeling very frisky and he decided to hit the sauna. It does not visit it often but when he does, he likes to take his time, arouse by its sleazy atmosphere. He likes to walk around watching other men engaging in public hot action and finds pleasure observing the different chase and flirting dynamics that happen in there. The smells, the dark corners, the glory holes,... It was Thursday evening and it was not busy yet at the sauna. Paul was walking around, exploring before choosing his first prey. On one of this walks through a corridor, he finally saw something that caught his attention. A sexy stud, around 22 years old, coming his way. Muscular smooth body, friendly face, beautiful smile... "Wow! Look at this candy right here" thinks Paul. "He looks like a soldier or a fireman". The young man walked confidently passing by his side without even giving him a look. But that was not a deterrent for Paul's libido, that was already beginning to take control of him. He just came from that direction and knew that the corridor ended in a dark room with a sling in it, The room was empty at the moment though, so he stayed put waiting for him to return through the corridor. But after a couple of minutes waiting, it was clear that this hot fella was confortable waiting alone in the dark room so Paul decided to come in as well. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the darker space but he found the young man exactly where he was wishing to find him. Lying on the sling with his legs up. He was delighted observing the view. It was a well rounded ass with some blondish bush of hair around the hole. "Uffff" - "Hi, good evening" said Paul friendly, approaching him slowly while the boy lifted his head to check on his visitor. - "Hey,.. good evening..... all good?" answered back. - "Oh sure, very good right now. I have not seen you here before but you look gorgeous. What's your name?" asked Paul. He was already standing close to his offering ass. - "Well, thank you. I'm Johnny. I' rarely come here, actually." The young man smile but his tone of voice was cold. - "Then I'm lucky that you decided to come today!". Paul then removed his towel letting his cock free. It was not hard yet but even then his size was considerable. He moved closer to him, getting his penis touching his buttchecks. - "Mmmm.... no... sorry" said Johnny rejecting his approach. - "No? why not? You don't want to get fucked?" asked Paul, not stepping back and now actively rubbing his penis around his hole teasing him. - "I don't.... you are not... I look for something else." he struggled to answer. - "Something else.... In what way?" - "Well, I'm sorry but I like younger men..... and I'm not much attracted to beards either to be honest. And certainly not like this, no unsafe sex with a stranger". - "Okay, okay. Clearly not a match. Message received. I won't bother you any longer" said Paul while leaving the room with certain disappointment. He continued with his search and found 2 other men that gave him proper blowjobs. But he did not manage to cum. He wanted a long fuck session that night and a blowjob would just not do it. He was also still thinking of Johnny and his lustful body, so 40 minutes after his first visit, he decided to check the sling room again. Johny was still laying on the sling. A few guys had entered the room in the meantime but already left and none had fucked him yet so he started to feel frustrated. - "How is it going?". It took a moment for Johny to link the voice to his owner. - "Oh... you. hey. Well... It's not my night, it seems. And this place seems less busy than before. But it's okay, I will be leaving soon" - "Yes, it is sort of empty. But it gets quite busy around 00:00 at night, when the bars start closing. And tomorrow is free day for most people, so I'm sure you can get then lots of attention." Answered Paul. He then started approaching him again. He wanted to see that body much closer. - "Oh, did not know that. I start working in a couple of hours, so I can never stay that late." - "I see. Are you sure then that you don't want me to please you with this so you don't leave empty handed" said the bear while grabbing his cock, that was getting thicker by the chat. - "Look. I'm trying to be polite here. Yes, I'll admit you have a nice cock but still I dont think that we play in the same league. I rather go home "empty handed" than having sex with you. Not a chance". His words were harsh but his tone was now complete different. Sarcastic. Playful. Paul noticed a possible opening. - "Well, you are a bit cocky but It's undeniable that you are incredibly atrractive. You play indeed in another league and I'm sure you are very popular among men. I must say though that I have many more years of experience and I have been rejected many times before. What the time has taught me is that it only takes a certain amount of subtances to make horny bottoms like you change their mind." - Subtances? You mean alcohol or weed? I've done stupid things while drunk but I really doubt I would give in even then. I'd let you try it though." said Johnny while laughing loudly. He was much more relaxed with Paul's presence by now. - "Okay! Let me try it then. But I was not thinking of alcohol. It's a horny powder called Tina. I have some in my locker and I could put a bit in your ass, if you like." - "Tina? It does not ring a bell. It's like extasy? I've heard from friends that it can get you quite horny." - "Yes... well.... it's actually different but still quite hot." - "Mmmmmn.... I don't know... I've been always curious to try stuff but not like this... I wouldn't give you sex in exchange." - I offer it to you without any compromise. Try it and if you still don't want me, I'll be the one leaving the place. Deal? Or are you scared of falling for me?" teased Paul sarcastically. - "Im not scared of anything! Just bring the damn thing and let's see. It seems there is not much else to do in this quiet place anyway." - "Great!! Please, lube your ass a bit while I pick it up". He then left the room but came back within a minute, carrying a little plastic bag, filled up with crystal shards. - "Okay. I'll put a bit of it in you. It may sting a bit, alright?" warned Paul. He then licked his finger and shoved it deep in the bag. It came out with crystals attached to it. It was way more quantity than he expected to use but he shove the finger in his lubed hole anyway. "It's a young strong boy, it will be fine". The finger slid in the hole with easiness. He then rubbed it through his inside wall. Then took it out and rubbed it also around the anus. Paul's cock was fully hard by now and sleazy thoughts started to rush in: "You are mine now, boy. This is is gonna be a very horny night" (To be continued)

Who here loves Arab cock? I seem to not be able to get enough and with summer coming on, on the Gold Coast in Australia, I'm getting excited as this is a time when a lot of Arabs come over to get away from there summer. I have had one guy contact me asking if I am doing anything next week, and wants to breed like a white whore.

I work hard at being a good piece of ass. I go thar little bit extra to ensure that a man enjoying my body gets the value of his time and energy spent - after all, he could have chosen any out of a sea of bottoms, and he chose me to rut. So I take a dim view of lazy bottoms. This evening hosting in Louisville, I fielded, in short order, no fewer than three requests from men who wanted to come and “clean up” my ass with their mouths if only I would be so good as to contact them and let them know when I had taken at least two loads. Mark this - I, who had gone to the trouble of rinsing out my guts, driving an hour, paying for a hotel room, negotiating hookups, and taking cock up the ass, was to then be at pains to contact them to let them know when they could then come harvest the cum from my cunt. I am not a hive of bees from which they can come gather cum as if it were so much honey from the comb. But then comes dude number four, by which time I’ve had enough of this, and tell him I’m only going to let a man let me out if he fills me back up again afterward. He responds that he’d love to fill me, and sends a cock shot. Then he adds that he’d like me to straddle his cock - which basically means I’d be fucking myself on him instead of him doing any fucking - and then comes the cherry on the parfait: After I straddle him, he wants me to squat over him so the cum leaks out of my cunt onto his belly. So he goes from offering to eat me out to simply lying there and letting the cum run out onto him after I impale myself on him. Fuck. That. Noise. How goddamn lazy can you possibly get? Oy, you bottoms reading this - next time you’re tempted to do something as asinine as ask a cumdump if you can come lick all the loads he’s just taken for yourself, ask yourself: Would you want someone to do it to you? I’m betting not. Why, then, would you expect someone else to agree to something so selfish, inconsiderate and shamelessly lazy? Get your own fucking hotel rooms, attract your own fucking Tops, and earn your own fucking loads with your own fucking fuckholes.

It’s not on our end. We wouldn’t charge him rent at all, but between his truck payment and the insurance it comes to about $900 per month. I advised him not to purchase said truck at his age. He has never left the Deep South and we live 900 miles away in a city (where he lives, the nearest neighbor is miles away). He’s going to have to walk away on his own, I want to help but at the same time I don’t want have all hell break loose. We have invited him to come and stay for a week when he has some time off and see if he likes it. If he can figure out his finances he knows he can stay here free. At this point I just want him to at least have some privacy and to stop numbing his issues with alcohol and weed (both of which he has admitted to using in vast quantities over the last few months). I guess my hope is that he will come stay a week and realize that he can have a life outside of the bubble he’s in. Thanks for your opinion, I appreciate the advice.

After a longer break I visited my favourite sauna with my friend yesterday. I immediately went to the steam where I crashed a short tattooed bearded guy. He had nice thick dick. After a short mutual jerking he was on his knees and swallowed my cock deeply. After a while we changed and I gave him a hot deepthroat fuck. When his tool was covered fully with my saliva I stood up. We continued jerking each other and kissing. I slowly pushed his hand on my ass and he started to play with my hole. I turned back and bent towards the wall. He shoved his cock and started to fuck me. It didn’t last too long but was quite intense. Finally he started to breathe faster and I could feel his explosion in my ass. After some cruising and shorter suckings, my friend wanted to have a rest in the Finnish sauna. Four guys were sitting inside. They were speaking in English. One of them had a nice thick and long dick. He was slowly playing with it. I was staring it and stroking my dick too. After a while he said that it was too hot and left. Not much later we left too. As we walked out of the Finnish sauna area I saw that he laid on a couch playing with his cock. Our sight connected to each other but we went forward. I turned back, looked at him. He winked at me. I told my friend I had a business here and let him go and went back. I sit besides this guy. He was a bit older then me, a bit shorter than me and wore a grey beard. A real silver fox. I started to play with his silver hair on his chests, slowly approaching his tool. Soon I grabbed his cock. He gently pushed my head to his cock. I started to suck him. He stood up and ordered me on my knees and started to fuck my mouth. I took his hand on my neck making obvious that I loved it hard. He understood that sign and started to fuck my throat harder. Later, I stood up started kissing. I proposed to go to a cubicle. Before we stepped in he asked me if I had a condom. I said no. And you prefer it wrapped don’t you?- replied. Fuck no, I fuck only bare - I answered immediately. He smiled and we stepped into the cubicle. He continued the fucking my throat until he forced me on the couch and pushed his dick inside. I was thankful my first breeder to stretched my hole out. As he fucked me I noticed that he let the door open. I was moaning and encouraging him to use me and breed me. He became wilder and wilder, beating my ass and sometimes my hole. Before he took back he let me suck him. Once a big hairy, bearded chubby stepped in. He was just watching us and enjoyed the view. They were kissing and we played with each other. For example we twisted each other’s nipples. We could here that the chubby was close. My fucker pulled his cock out and invited the chubby in me. He just shoved in and shot a huge load. The fucker immediately pushed his cock in the chubby’s place and unloaded in me soon. I didn’t cum and was extremely horny. I went to seek my friend. The inner part of the dark room I heard a familiar sound. I wasn’t sure if he was moaning but it seemed so. Soon another sound was there as someone had an intense orgasm. The top left, the bottom stood up and realised my hardon. Ha started to play with my cock. I was almost sure that he was my friend. I tossed him onto the couch and started to fuck him like no tomorrow. He was moaning. Unfortunately I couldn’t come, so I went on my knees and started to eat his ass. I licked out all the jizm of his hole. He had to enjoy this because he came. As I came out I found a guy kneeling on the couch pushing his ass out. I started to rim his hole and after a while I started to fuck him. A guy was watching us. I nodded and he stepped closer. Started to play with my hole. As he felt my cummy hole he showed his hardon. I bent over, opened my hole inviting his cock. He pushed into and I continued the fuck. It was amazing being in the middle. It lasted until he gave another load. The night before I chatted with an old fuckbuddy who said he wanted to fuck my hol filled wit cum. So, I texted him that here’s the opportunity. He responded that he wanted me to visit him. So, as we left the sauna, I dropped my friend to home and drove to this fuckbuddy. He was excited to fuck my cummy hole. Before he started to fuck he licked me long. He fucked me in every possible positions. Although he couldn’t come it was amazing because my sore hole felt terrific and he was so verbal. Commenting how he enjoyed being in my cum filled hole. Long story short, my night was successful and enjoyable.

My gifter is very dom and a total top. He got it from breeding. I joke with him now about how he says there is still not such thing as bad pussy.

I think I found the photograph that this might be based on...

Chapter 6.1 - Rescuing A Friend Ric was standing in the ballroom talking to Devon and the endless line of people that came up to chat. He felt uncomfortable in the tux but was getting used to being the eye candy on Devon's arm for these monthly formal events. Devon had even bought him the tux. He could never imagine spending a few thousand dollars on an outfit you only wear a few times a year. It looked and fit perfect, thanks to the cute tailor who needed three fittings and five loads to get it right. At first he thought that the champagne was messing with his eyes but the closer the two guys got, the more he realized that he saw him correctly the first time. "Hi, Devon. Good to see you again. Even better to see that you brought the same stud from the last few events. He's definitely a looker. Uh... This is my friend Zane" the cherubic guy with a cheap, poorly-fitting gray rental tux said. He was a few inches shorter than Ric, at least thirty pounds overweight with a round face that had a few pimples on it and a mop of dark blond hair on his head. More interesting to Ric was his date "Zane" or as Ric knew him, Paul. "Nice to see you again, Ted" Devon said, unconvincingly. He then said "Finally decided to come out? Congrats." Devon and Ted began to talk and Ric gave Paul a bro hug. "Good to see you again. Been way too long" Ric said. Paul leaned in and whispered "Your client is a lot hotter than mine. Want to swap?" Ric chuckled. "Devon is a friend, not a client. He did hire a guy once for an event like this last year, but it sucked in a bad way. Having fun with yours?" he asked. "Oh crap. Not really. He thinks he's a top and only plays safe. He's not a good kisser and burps a lot. The money's good though, and I've already spotted a half dozen previous clients at this event. All but one looked away. It seems most of these guys are closet cases. So... Friends or friends with benefits?" Paul asked. A grin covered Ric's face. "Oh, benefits for sure. He's a great bottom and is becoming a decent top. We had a fun three way with my boyfriend a few weeks ago" Ric said. "I bet that was hot. Is he on prep?" Paul asked. "Surprisingly, he wasn't. It took four tries but I gave him the Christmas gift you can't return. Now he's on the flip side" Ric replied, laughing softly. Ted dragged Paul away a few minutes later. Devon turned and leaned in close to Ric. "Uh... Is he a friend of yours? I think Ted hired him for the night" Devon said. Ric smiled and pulled Devon to the dance floor. He leaned in as they slowly danced and replied "Yeah, he's a friend but I know he does work like that on the side. Keep it quiet, please... and ask Ted to do the same." "Oh, sure. I'm kind of responsible for Ted doing that, though. I told him what I did last year, but added your suggestion to be more picky on who he hires. Zane seems nice and is really cute. Ted should have looked for someone more in his... league. He did say their warm up before the party was really hot and was looking forward to more later" Devon said. "Ah, ok. I thought he was telling you that he hired a guy just as normal conversation" Ric said. "No, it was more along the lines of thanking me for the idea. I got to admit, I was surprised at your response when I told you about the guy I hired last year. I only told one other person and they gave me a ton of crap for doing it. You should consider doing something like that. You'd be perfect. You know how to fit in, you're well mannered, you're hot, can dance and talk with people. And you're fucking awesome in bed. I guess the only down side is that you'd end up with guys like Ted hiring you" Devon said as the song ended. Ric gave him a wink and said "Or you" before they continued dancing the rest of the night. Ric grabbed a pair of glasses of champagne as last call was made and they stood next to a table watching the party wind down. "I invited a couple guys back to the room after the party. I hope you don't mind" Devon said. "Ted?" Ric asked, half seriously. "Oh god no. His... uh... friend, I'd ask in a heartbeat. No, it's a couple guys from the house that want to play with fire" Devon said. "You sure you want to knock up your fraternity bros? It can come back to haunt you. I had one guy from my dorm that glared at me most of last year after he got what he asked for" Ric replied. "One, I really do. The other guy I really don't care. He's a freshman and thinks he can fuck his way up the ladder. I told him if he put out good tonight, I'd help him get on the social committee" Devon explained. Ric chuckled, thinking what position the guy would have on the social committee. Pole dancing entertainment, was his first guess. He wondered if he couldn't help Paul get out of his boring evening with Ted. "I got Pau...Zane's number if you want me to invite them over. We could make the night really memorable for Ted..." Ric said before an evil grin filled his face. "That's tempting. He's made a few comments about wanting to hookup, but he's not really my type" Devon said. "Too chunky?" Ric asked. "Uh... too whiny... uh, needy, hell... both" Devon said, taking the last sip of his champagne. They kept talking as they made their way back to the suite upstairs. "Well, I think he owes you a big thank you for helping him come out and show up with a stud on his arm tonight. The least he could do is come over and take some dick" Ric said. Devon laughed and replied "You want us to knock him up?" "Well, we'd have to have an even number of tops and bottoms. I assume you and I are topping your bro's and I've only seen... Zane bottom twice, once when we flipped one time. That would mean Ted needs to bottom" Ric replied, chuckling afterwards. Devon was surprised that Ted agreed the moment he asked. He even didn't put up a fight when Devon told him he'd have to bottom. Fifteen minutes later there was a tap at the hotel room door and Devon invited Mick and Samir inside. Mick was the older of the two and Ric assumed that Samir was the power hungry freshman. He wasn't what Ric expected, only standing five foot four and looked thin, even in his tux. He assumed from the name and appearance, he was Indian. Mick was the tallest of the group at just over six foot with a lightly muscled and tanned body. "We got some other guests coming, so avoid any comments about status, okay?" Devon said and got grins and nods from the two new guys. Ric had changed into a robe over his naked body as soon as they got to the room. After the first guests arrived, Devon had removed his jacket and tie, unbuttoned his shirt and kicked his shoes off. The new guys stood there in just their underwear while they waited. Another fifteen minutes and finally there was another knock on the door. Ted looked nervous, but Paul was calm as they walked in. Devon got looks from Mick and Samir as they recognized Ted. Paul winked at Ric, giving him a very grateful "thank you" look. Once Ted and Paul were naked, Ric looked over and saw that Devon had stripped too. "Wow, that looks fresh. When did you get the ink?" Ric asked Devon. A big grin came over his face and Devon replied "A couple weeks ago. Tell your boyfriend thanks for the referral. That artist is awesome." Ric looked over the dragon tattoo on his right arm, covering from his elbow up and over on to his right pec. It was in black ink with red accents and looked good against his caramel skin. "Look at the claw" Devon said quietly. Ric took another look and saw a pendant dangling from the dragon's claw with a biohazard on it. "Subtle. I like it" Ric replied. When he turned back, Ted was on his knees, sucking on Paul's cock. Mick followed Devon to the side of the bed and Ric went to the other side. He opened the robe and watched Samir's eyes gaze up and down his body. He looked nervous, but raised his hand and wrapped it around the base of Ric's cock and guided it to his lips. Samir sucked better than Ric expected, but struggled with the length of his cock. Devon was the first to turn Mick around and forced some spit into his hole. Ric watched closely, waiting for Devon to be the first to drive his cock into a willing ass. Mick groaned and the expression on his face told everyone he was having a hard time with Devon's cock. Ric pulled Samir off his dick and a quick nod was all it took for Samir to turn and move on to the bed. Ric dropped the robe to the side and knelt down behind Samir. Unlike Devon, Ric buried his face into the hairy ass and worked some saliva into the tight hole. While the ring relaxed a bit, Ric knew he was going to have to spend some time opening him up to have any chance of getting his cock inside. When he finally had three fingers in, Ric knew he was way behind both Devon and Paul. He stood up and saw the other tops drilling their bottoms before he pulled the foreskin back and pushed his cock in. A deep groan came out of Samir while Ric forced his way in deeper. He barely made it half way in before he paused, feeling Samir gasping and twisting. "Gettin stretched there, Sami?" Devon asked, chuckling afterwards. "Mmhmm" Samir replied painfully. "Don't worry... it feels great once he gets it all in you" Devon replied. Ric heard Paul laugh as he plowed harder into Ted. Ric began to roll his hips, giving short strokes with his shaft. He leaned forward and pushed Samir's head into the mattress and began to thrust harder. The muffled cries caught the attention of the other four, but with Samir staying in position and taking the fuck he was getting, no one said anything. The two other tops began to drill harder too. It didn't take long before the tops were looking at each other, trying to gauge how close the others were to cumming. A quick nod said that Devon and Paul were ready and a minute later when Ric nodded it triggered the other two. Devon came first with Paul just a few seconds behind. Ric tried to drive the rest of his cock in, but hit the wall and got a loud scream from Samir before his cum showered the battered chute. Ric knew he'd torn him up, but the darker skin on both of them obscured the damage. Only the drips of dark pink cum onto the bedspread told how badly Samir's ass was wrecked. "Switch right" Devon called out as he pulled his dick out of Mick's hole. Ric had to walk around the bed to get behind Mick and once again was the last to push into his bottom. "Oh... god yeah... something smaller. I thought I just took a baseball bat in my ass" Samir said. "I can make up for it by pounding that pussy into tomorrow if you'd like" Paul said. "NO! Go easy... my ass is sore already" Samir said. Paul continued to slowly plow his hole and Devon was drilling Ted. He was surprised that Ted was taking it without complaint and figured that most of Ted's experience was as a bottom. Devon looked to his right and assumed that the scorpion tattoo on Zane's chest meant that he was poz, but figured that since he hired out he must be undetectable. Ric was relieved that Mick was used to taking thicker cocks and while he grunted with each thrust, it was much easier than fucking Samir. He was sure the load of cum inside helped, too. After fifteen minutes, the tops once again nodded at each other. Paul was the first to seed Samir's tortured cunt. Devon pounded Ted a minute more before he dumped his viral cream in and once again Ric was last. He was able to thrust his cock in balls deep before firing off his own tainted seed, forcing a low groan from Mick. Devon gave everyone a little time to recover and then called out "Next!" He was surprised when Samir tried to crawl away when his cock touched the battered hole. "You know the deal. You backin' out of it?" Devon asked, getting a pained "No" in response from Samir. A pair of hands on his hips tugged him back and Devon forced his cock in with one move. It was the only time Devon planned on letting Samir get a second chance. Ric approached Ted and slipped into the gaping, cum filled hole. The sounds Ted made let everyone know how sore he was and that Ric's cock was stretching him out even more. The walk around the bed made sure that this time Paul was the last one in. He rubbed his hand on Ric's ass as he went by to take his spot. Paul gave a wink and all three tops were plowing their bottoms again. Ric found he couldn't get too deep inside Ted, but plowed him anyway. He wasn't sure how much cum he had left either, but as usual the thought of breeding another neg guy urged him on. Paul was plowing the hardest, with Mick showing his ability to take cock far better than the other two. None of the tops lasted as long for the third round. They still looked at each other to time their orgasms close together. Samir whimpered when Devon gave his final two lunges and shot his load in. Ric was next, giving four hard thrusts, trying to break through Ted's inner ring before giving up and coating his guts with a third dose of cum. Paul added his seed to the remains of Devon and Ric's jizz inside Mick's ass. Ted groaned as Ric pulled out and then fell flat on the bed. Paul and Devon pulled out too and the three tops moved over to the sitting area in the suite. Mick joined them a minute later and Samir headed to the bathroom. "Fuck... My ass is bleeding... Do you think I got torn?" Samir asked. "Nah, but keep an eye on it. You were pretty tight" Ric said. He looked over and Ted was passed out. "You, ok there, Ted" Ric asked but got no response until he heard a snore a minute later. Samir joined everyone and gently sat down on a folded towel. He still winced, but sat there looking around. "I didn't think I was going to get bred by three guys tonight... only you, Devon" Samir said. "You guys all undetectable?" Mick asked. "Not me" came the chorus from Ric, Devon and Paul who all grinned back at Mick. "Fuck. I hope I can dodge the bullet again..." Mick said. "I'm done, then. There's no way way I'm not going to get pozzed with three viral loads and an ass this wrecked" Samir said. "Ya never know, but I know a couple of us have a good record" Paul said, smiling back at him.

That's far too long. I'm sure you must be able to get some respite care from some local agency. Have someone else take care of your charge for a day so you can have a break and breed.

This is certainly the case. I believe men gravitate to new fucks. A vestige of our evolution seeking to spread seed in as many holes as possible. Regardless of location or type, fresh injection of dick or ass will drum up interest. It’s the same reason posting a new photo on an app will result in a flurry of views. As guys become numb to viewing the new content/fucking the new hole/getting loaded by the new cock, they will progressively and exponentially lose interest. @hntnhole nails why I like the bathhouse crowd. There is always new meat and ideally I’ll get the new dick churning deep in me before the end of the night. But there is also the regular crowd that knows where to find a good fuck. We’ll all try out the novel fuck first but there’s good sweat and nut to trade in between. We’re like a small network of whores. Most bathhouse regulars know they can reliably get their dick wet and throbbing in my hole when they’re not able to find something new.

Precarious. He’s 19, the perfect age for making godawful life decisions based on no wisdom, not enough knowledge, and a sense of personal immortality. He’s already jumped in the water over his head with A) a vehicle he has no business owning at his age; B) drugs and alcohol in excess; and C) coming out in an situation that he had to know would not be receptive - he’s got to be treading water. One thing you can be sure of: He does not know what to do. He hasn’t got enough life under his belt to know how to begin to cope with all this. You, on the other hand, are somewhat more seasoned. If you’ve dealt with personal trauma, you’re considerably more seasoned. He needs good advice in a Come-To-Jesus sort of way, and he’s not going to get it from his dad. He’s eventually going to listen to somebody, because he’s going to need guidance, and the person he turns to may or may not have his best interests at heart, especially if he ends up on the street (I presume there’s an issue with remaining with the grandparents). You also don’t mention what stance your parents are taking on all this aside from taking the young man in. It might help us better advise you if you could elaborate on this. It would also help if you could describe your relationship with your brother, which would give us a better handle on how he might react to perceived interference/intervention/buttinskyism on your part. Certainly the young man should have a phone that isn’t under his father’s surveillance. He’s legally an adult and his father has no business monitoring his interactions with other people.

Mine started at 14 but it was not much. When I moved to NYC I had it was Permanently removed, so I'm hairless from the neck down

I've always liked and used "Your attitude is more important than your age, abs or inches" On the negative side when people are off their heads and write complete nonsense - probably sometimes with the aid of Apple Autocorrect or a dictation function - it can be funny... Spotted last night on NKP: " I lay in the slang Ma the rim CB high so I take fluid out of the baseballs I checked your turds and fish from above and the grunting and snorting bee bread beautiful evil black leather Cox Steven Cox the show" (Apologies in advance if this is some sort of code that I don't understand)

I remember my Late teens and this friend I had in high school. He was Egyptian and Afghani. His Dad ran a corner store. The old man caught me drilling his son one day after school. I thought hecwas gonna kick my ass. Instead, he dropped trouble and seeded me while I bred his boy. I lost track of them after 9/11. The Climate here against anyone from that region was quite toxic and they left the U.S. But I have Appreciated Arabian men ever since.

Been there done that, No GH required. Had so many many cocks front and back, but my Dads cock was always my best and favourite cock and the Man scent, I would recognise straight away.

I’m beginning to question whether most men in fact have an innate inclination to have intercourse. I used to take it for granted that the one thing you could count on men wanting to do was to fuck something, given any opportunity. Now, I’m not so sure. Now it seems more like getting a man to the point where he wants to fuck is akin to getting a NASA rocket off the launch pad: You’ve got a limited window to do it in, the temperature, pressure and weather have to be right, a whole long checklist has to all be checked off, and of course the O-ring has to be in perfect condition.

I have had that, too. I am very healthy and have a great time as much as I can with as many as I can, but do hit a wall at times that just says 'No' and sorta shuts my whole libido down. I guess it is just my body and mind telling me to take a break so it can just relax and recover and repair. I do 'listen' to that and not force any issues upon myself. Being self aware is great. After that cycle is over, everything returns back and I am ready to play again. at full strength.

I’m proud to say I just dumped a huge load of cum down my tranny daughters eager cocksucking throat while watching a video of her getting fucked up the ass by a rather large black man

I think we may have arrived at the root of the problem. Masturbation, you see, requires you to put your finger on it.

In 2017 I was at a business conference in St. Louis. After I got done for the day I popped over to Club St. Louis which is a nice bath house in a somewhat sketchy part of town. Had a nice time playing. Two guys took turns fucking me in a sling. Had a lovely time on the roof patio sharing a joint with a cross-dressing fem bottom. As the night wrapped up I stepped outside at about 1:00 am and planned to call a taxi from there. Before I could dial a big black guy who looked homeless yelled at me from the street. He was standing under a light pole pointing his finger at me. "Hey can I get five dollars from you?" I said "How big is your cock?" He pulled down the front of his pants to show off a 9 inch monster as thick as my wrist. I walked down to the street to take a closer look. He flopped it at me a couple of times and grabbed it by the uncut tip and pulled it up in the air. "You like this?" I nodded and reached out to stroke it. "You fuck?" "Maybe." I pointed at the dark space between two buildings across the street. "Lets go over there." As we got into the dark part I got disoriented and slowed down. He bumped into me wrapped an arm around me. Suddenly I figured out I had put myself in some danger, but he was cool and started rubbing his cock against my ass. I slid my pants down and pulled out my poppers and started hitting them. "Suck it." I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. It smelled strong and musky. I struggled to get my lips around and slide them up his shaft. I felt his cock start to swell. Salty precum dripped into the back of my throat. I pulled loose and swallowed then stood and hit the poppers again. His fingers rode into my crack which was still lubed from the bath house. He shoved one finger up, then two. I moaned a little and pushed my ass toward him. I felt his big cock head pushing up against my asshole. "You ready?" I hit the poppers again and creaked out a "yes." He shoved his cock and the head popped straight in. He paused for a moment then pushed the rest of his cock inside me. The thickness spread my ass too wide and he took my breath when he shoved all the way in. I had to ask him to stop for a second. When he started again we were both in the rhythm. Within a minute I could feel him shooting up my ass. As he pulled out I took his hand and shoved a $20 in it. Worth every penny and then some.

I think this highlights a distinction that of which people should be aware. When health officials opine on the difficulty of a man getting pozzed through topping, they're referring (in general) to a man fucking an HIV+ bottom and being directly infected by him. That is relatively hard to do (but not impossible, certainly; it generally requires there to be some sort of tear in the process, where blood comes in contact with the top's cock, either through a tear of his own, or by leaking up into the urethra, which is easier to infect). But when the top is fucking a bottom (of any status) and there are already loads in that bottom's rectum, the calculus is changed. If those loads are all undetectable, pozzing is highly unlikely. But if any of those loads has a high viral content, then yes, pozzing is definitely possible.

"Guys don't lie"...yea, right...I've got a bridge in Brooklyn for sale...cheap.

I’m going to try posting shorter one-off stories. If this is your thing, let me know. Sunset Walks with my Slutty Boy On vacation last summer, we were staying in a furnished apartment and liked to explore by foot to really get to know our small city. We would go on long lazy afternoon walks and explore different neighborhoods. We were far from saints and fooled around together in the darkroom and a sex club more than once. My boy had started PrEP, but stopped after it disagreed with his kidneys. I decided to stay off it too, and used condoms with other guys. Shortly after arriving, he got a text from a buddy, and it turned out he’d tested positive for an STI. My boy confessed that he’d let this guy breed him a few times. We had to sort out how to get to a clinic in a foreign country that didn’t take our insurance. Anyway, long story short, he tested positive too and was given pills to take for ten days. Until then, if we wanted to fuck, we were advised to wear condoms. We both have healthy sex drives, but I noticed a change in my boy. Even playing safe with me, and avoiding bareback sex with other guys for the time being, he was horny. He rolled his shorts up higher and was clearly checking out other guys as we went around the town. About a week into our stay, we went out for our walk a little later than usual. We must have lost track of time, but decided to have a lovely evening anyway and I bought a bottle of champagne to enjoy sunset. We headed briskly to a park to watch the sunset and toasted. I was surprised by how dark European parks and streets can be after dark, and even with the late summer light, it got dark quickly. In the dusk, we walked back to our place, slightly tipsy. Going through a dimly lit path, I noticed a few men standing around. I saw a used condom on the walkway and realized it was a cruising ground. We were giggling, and my boy thought it would be fun to pull me into the bushes. I asked him if he came here often, and he replied, ‘no, but maybe I should!’ Under the branches, there were two guys fucking, and a bottom leaning against the tree trunk spreading his ass cheeks. I whispered that we could put on a show, but it’d have to be safe and the other guys should just watch. My boy nodded and then tore my pants off. He handed me a condom from his back pocket and a tube of lube. I asked if he always came prepared and he responded, ‘Only while playing safe,’ and winked at me. I knew he was just getting over that STI, so I wrapped up my dick as he pulled his pants to one ankle and laid on the dirty ground and pulled his legs up, exposing his hole. His ass was surrounded by used cum-filled rubbers strewn amongst the tree roots. I sank balls deep until the latex ring on my cock was kissing his asshole. A few guys ambled over and jerked off as I safely railed my cheating slutty boyfriend. He gazed up at me with a hypnotized look and muttered, ‘I love this. I want to take all of their cum. I love taking cum and I need it.’ I asked if he wanted me to pull the condom off and he just bit his lip. ‘Fill me up,’ he shouted. I started to pull out to remove the condom, but he wrapped his legs around me. I came immediately and filled up the reservoir and began to pull out. He pulled at the rubber until it popped off of my cock and flew onto the ground. My boy grabbed a warm steaming rubber, leaking fresh cum and poured it into his open cunt just as I realized that the condom he’d grabbed was not mine. My jaw dropped as he relished the feeling of cum seeping into his guts. When I held my condom up, he grinned and nodded to me. That night, I emptied six strangers’ used condoms into his unprotected hole. As we struggled to get dressed, his jeans were immediately soaked through as several loads dripped from his pussy. We fell asleep that night with my bare cock pressed against his sticky crack. The next day, I started to pack our stuff for an afternoon walk and he stopped me, suggesting ‘maybe we should have another moonlight toast?’ We went back every night for the rest of our trip, and made sure to go to a clinic as few days after getting home.

This is a spin off of a story written here in this section called My Friends Dad. I encourage you to check it out, like and or comment. Many things here will make much more sense if you do. For those who've already read it, some interesting stuff coming up here. So it was time to head back to college! Before I left, my homophobic real father actually encouraged me to join a fraternity as it was a great way to meet women in sororities. He continued by telling me about all the pussy that he got in college while in a fraternity. He was disappointed that his chapter was not on my campus, as he could get me in as a Legacy. Deep down I felt a sigh of relief! I told him i had thought about joining a fraternity, but he convinced me that I should. Little did he know the fraternity I was thinking about was know as the "fuckternity" on campus! On the other hand, my new dad and brother advised me to join a fraternity for other reasons. My brother said the fraternities typically had lots of hot guys in them. He said they typically prefer pussy, but he's sucked quite a few fraternity guys, and even been fucked by a few. He wasn't in a fraternity, but had a friend that was, and he would frequently visit just for head, saying that women just don't know how to suck cock. My brother then continued by saying one night when his friend was drunk, he came over for his regular blow job, and asked him to fuck him, as he was tired of using a dildo on his ass, or having a sorority sister come over and fuck him with a strap on. With that my new dad said he had a going away gift for me. He brought out a Webcam, and said that he and his son had a private video room, and that his son would often turn it on when he and his roommate were fucking each other, or even better when fucking a stranger. Dad also said he had recently set up a Webcam in the dungeon, and used it for the first time at our going away party. He admitted the captures he took from it weren't the best, but showed the overall orgy. He said he included a link to the private website, which he called All in the Family. He assured me that it was private and that only himself and my brother had access to it. During my freshman year, I didn't consider myself gay. Sure I looked at guys cocks in the group shower, but I looked at girls tits too! It was all a part of being off on my own for the first time. After this summer, I definitely knew I was gay though! My first year at college was pretty boring. Really no sex life at all, besides watching porn and jacking. It was a relief not having my father giving me grief for jacking in the bathroom at home! My first year roomie was also straight, yet we would often watch straight porn together, in our own beds jacking. One of our best friends on the floor was somewhat of a religious freak, but when we went out to the bars, he drank much more than either of us! I guess that he was our friend because he was super smart, and often helped us with our school work. One night while at the bar, the three of us started discussing fraternities. The religious guy said he couldn't find one to fit his spiritual needs, but encouraged us to look at the options. He cautioned us about one that was full of "sodomites and sinners" though! My cock got hard over the tought of joining that fraternity. We stumbled home from the bar, basically holding up our religious friend. When my roomie and I got back to our room, we kinda chuckled about the conversation. As we layed in our beds, getting ready to watch some straight porn, my roomie said wouldn't it be funny if Mr religion was totally drunk one night and had gay sex? Just the thought of it actually got me hard! I just laughed and my roomie got up to put a porn in, and he was visibly hard too. He put the porn in, and we both stroked our cocks to completion. I found my friends thought kind of strange. Sure we would jack together to straight porn, but that wasn't really gay. I wondered if he had gay sex before? Was he hinting that he wanted to? Was he simply just drunk? My second year, we had the option to choose a roommate. Although my old roommate was cool, I wasn't sure that he would ever do more than Jack to straight porn. After our conversation about our religious friend though, In the back of my mind, i thought that he may have an interest in having gay sex though. I got super hard just thinking about grooming him, like my new dad and brother groomed me. It was a tough decision, but I decided not to list him as a potential roomie. After the summer I wanted more than just the possibility of having a gay roomie. It was a difficult decision not to choose him as a roomie, but I'd take a chance. I lied and told him I selected him though. If worst came to worst, I'd make sure a new roomie that didn't work out would want to transfer out of my room. Once my friend found out we weren't going to be roomies, he was disappointed, but I said it was a good opportunity to meet others, and if it didn't work out for either, I had a plan. Next up Chapter 2: My new roomie!

Of course you can give your nephew whatever gift you want! That's between your nephew and you. If his dad doesn't like it, too bad. I agree that a phone would be more practical than an iPad at that age. You don't mention it, but assuming you are out to your brother, what is your relationship with him like? Can you talk to your brother or will that just inflame the situation? As others have said, let your nephew know you're there for him. As you've "been there, done that" have you discussed your experiences with him?

I wake up and wait for my wife to go to church. So, I can grab my ipad, lay naked in my bed, find this the next chapter, beat my cock and cum like a rocket while dreaming of being the next parishoner getting the demon seed

Chapter 2: My new roomie Move in day was upon us. I arrived to the room before my new roomie did. I wasn't totally unpacked, but had a few dildos in the open when he arrived. He immediately set off my gaydar. Was he gay, or was i just horny? He looked at the toys, smirked and just said we are going to get along just fine! His smirk told me that my gaydar was correct. I helped him unpack, and he too had a few toys! One that caught my eye was a glass one with various sized balls on it. I picked up the toy, and started sucking on it. He just watched, rubbing his package. From what i could tell, he was packing. Once unpacked, he suggested we go to a bar and get to know each other better, to which I agreed. The closest bar was a dump. Walking through it, you could hear your shoes sticking to the floor. Yes it was a dive, but a typical college bar to get drunk, pick someone up in take them home and fuck. I was hoping this would be the case today! I asked him if it was cool if I invited my old roomie, telling him about our "history" and a brief story of mine coming out over the break. He asked what do you think, and grabbed my hand directing it to his crotch. He was definitely hard and hung! I asked if he was a top or bottom and he just smirked saying you'll find out tonight! I told him I'd check with my friend, and headed to his room. His new roomie hadn't arrived yet, and I told him my new roomie wanted to grab a drink with him. He eagerly agreed. I continued by telling him that my new roomie was definitely gay. To my surprise he said thats cool, and that he had always wanted to do more than Jack with me, but was afraid to. I lied saying I felt the same, hoping that my new roomie was a top, and took his cherry! He said he needed to shower first, and i said I'd suggest that to my new roomie. That way we could see each other naked in a neutral place. I headed back to my room, and told my new roomie he was up for it, but suggested we shower together first. My new roomie just laughed and said he's gayer than you think! My old roomie was already in the shower when we arrived. He was soaping up his cock, but not yet hard. My new roomie dropped his towel, and was every inch of 9 or more. The shower was somewhat innocent, just soaping up others backs. That was until the religious guy entered the shower. Fortunately we had stopped before he entered. We said our hellos and quickly exited and then headed to the bar. My new roomie quickly bought us double shots at the bar. There was no beating around the bush with him. He told my old roomie that I told him what the 2 of us did last year, and that he was a true fag, and would take it further if he wanted. The old roomie was uncommittal. My old roomie looked at him and said, I guess you know we are both virgins to gay sex, and your cock is huge. The new roomie just told him it was totally up to him. If not tonight, the semester was just starting. I had to take a piss, and my new roomie followed me to the restroom. At the urinal, he said his ass is mine! I just said take it slow with him. Just let him suck your cock, and you suck us. After he leaves our room, my ass is yours! He just winked and said I LOVE the way you think. We continued to drink heavily, and the new roomie was aggressive, but not overly. He asked my old roomie if he wanted to suck his cock later. The old roomie said he'd never had a cock in his mouth, and would like to suck me first. I went into "vigin mode" and said the same! We then decided it was time to head back to the dorm. Although we were quite buzzed, we picked up a 12 pack to sneak back into the dorm. We got to our room, and my new roomie put on a gay porn, and suggested we all get more comfortable. I said I had to pee first, and he said he did also. He followed me to the restroom and asked if I would be his urinal. I said I loved WS but cautioned about getting piss on our clothing before returning to the room. He agreed and said we'd be careful, and he wanted to be my urinal also. We took turns feeding each other, and he planted a deep kiss on me. He said heres to a great semester! I agreed saying that we were both pigs, and had the opportunity to turn my old roomie into one too, so take it easy with him tonight. He just smiled and said love the way you think! When we got to the room, my old roomie was already stroking to the gay porn! Next chapter: A Fag is Born.

You were at swim practice. Was the guy shaved/hairless over most of his body other than his pubes? Swimmers will sometimes remove body hair in order to improve swim times by reducing the subtle drag caused by hair and streamlining the body through the water. The pubes wouldn’t necessarily need to go as they would be contained within the swimsuit. So would his ass, but it would likely be simpler and more intuitive to keep going over that if doing both legs and back. Another possibility: He might be into diving and may remove his hair to increase the ease of getting into and out of a dive suit.

With energy prices I can see entry going to £30 and attendance plummeting further so there might be more closures ahead. Also it's not just apps that killed saunas it's people doing chems and private parties.

"look at you! giving up that pussy like a good boy should. I knew you could do it fuckstick." Corbin cheered the boy as he continued to open him, occasionally glancing up to appreciate his work. The mirror, some cheap dorm room accesory picked up ages ago, was perhaps the best accessory to the evening. a fifteen dollar constant reminder for every straight man who found themselves in the sling that their purpose was to serve as a greased cumhole. "can you see it fuckstick?" he remarked slowly as he dragged the length of his tool out of the dripping wet boy. Connor watched the boys shiny cockring as it slipped from his asshole and hovered above him, only registering the emptiness he felt and the cool air on his wet hole. "look up baby...look at your hole. isnt that neat? my whole dick fits up inside you where it belongs now fuckstick, and this pretty cock? its greasing you up full of my pre. here, watch it fillllll you up..." Corbin teased as he effortlessly slid back into the warmth of the boys virgin hole, grinning as he watched him softly grunt. "Thats the way. you feel me dont you, feel it deep in you..I know it doesnt feel like youre doing a whole lot but trust me that naughty little cunt is. youre making my cock feel so fucking good." Corbins words seem to drip in the boys ears as he rocked along, obediently accepting the hot cock. "the first time so special fuckstick. a little different, a little scary i know, but before you know it i promise that litte holes going to be your most favorite thing in the whole wide world." Collins mind wandered. this was it? this is all he wanted? he felt for sure there was something else he wasnt aware of as his ass met the boys hips again and again. he felt pleasantly full, like a thanksgiving dinner, only more? the drugs made it impossible to focus on any complex emotion or opinion other than the immediate sensations. his butt felt slick from all the lube, and for a minute he forgot why any of this was important at all. Corbin seemed to speed up and slow down at his own pace, sending the occasional tingle through his own cock as he mashed into his g spot. he huffed as the toned pigs balls slapped harder at his ass, but the dick inside him didnt seem to so much as pinch, it just pushed deeper. Corbins dick felt like it belonged, like a secret, evil little toy that tickled his insides. "god i could rape this hole all night fuckstick...wouldnt that be nice? spend the whole night with just me inside? just me and you and your little pussy sucking the jizz right out of me" he remarked, checking his watch, "but like I said we have a schedule and lots more cock needs to breed you." Corbin picked up his pace again as his balls tightened. "bread?" Connor grunted aimlessly as the boy between his legs let out a chuckle. "no fuckstick not bread, breeeeeeeed..." he moaned, "you dont know what that is i guess so ill spell it out because im real close to showing you. You lay here all nice and dreamy while that greasy little fuck hole milks a big hot load of cum out of whatever cocks inside it." corbin looked down in concern. "just...fucking...watch..." Corbin grit his teeth and made a few final thrusts before pressing tightly to the boys soft ass. throwing his head back, he groaned in satisfaction as his cock began its familiar dance, pumping the boy full of his first deep hot load of seed. "thats..." Corbin huffed, catching his breath, "thats...just perfect. see? thats breeding, thats what youre here for fuckstick, just a nice pretty asshole to drain your balls into." Connor felt the thick cock inside him as it seemed to slip just a little easier now with so much cum in his butt. "god youre fucking greedy." he hissed, jamming a finger into the boy and wiggling, "come on, come on, at least let me see a little bit drip out of you..." Corbin smiled, yanking his finger out as a milky white ooze reluctantly seeped from the hole. "such a beautiful little fucking whore you know that? god its like your pussy knows to keep that cum inside..." connor blushed in response, not sure if he was doing something wrong or right as stared at his own ass. Another eternity passed before a hand waved in front of his face. "hey there litte guy.." It was the redhead from upstairs "dont mind me, just need to take a few pretty pictures to show the party guests..." Connor stared blankly as the teen snapped pictures of his face and dribbling cock, "Corbin did you barefuck him?" the teen kneeled down to photograph the boys freshly fucked hole a few times. "sure did. his pussys got seed in it but hes not exactly oozing it. fucking slut." the pig smiled, "your turn isnt it?" he groped the redhead through his shorts, "I gotta finish this post..." the boy protested as Corbin slid the phone from his hand and lined him up between Connors legs. "plenty of time for that later. dont fight it, take care of this firrrrst...i promise this one is fantastic" the redheads cock was now visibly thickening to the touch, tenting in his shorts as he grumbled. "fine." the pig smiled with glee as he leaned in to his prey, "Connor this is Dalton, hes got a nice big eighteen year old cock that he strokes all day long, but todays special because hes about to push it inside you instead. sound fun? a nice big load of...teen..." Corbin cringed and paused as Dalton finished rolling on a long green condom before pushing his cockhead against the boy. "ugh, kids. you know, you really know how to ruin a good time young man." Corbin scolded as the condomed teen slid into connor. "its safer this way besides i dont want your cum all over my dick you fucking pig" Dalton shot back as he found a rhythm and connor moaned under him. Corbin glared as he fished through his bag again. "fine then!" he grinned, walking past the couple before pausing behind Dalton, "but he DOES feel really good though doesnt he? no fibbing now..." Dalton grunted as he slid his shorts down a little lower, "yeah, this ones tight.." Dalton remarked as though Connor didnt even exist. "yeah he is. hey here, let me help you make it feel better..." corbin pushed the little brown bottle of poppers under the inexperienced teens nose as he recoiled, "ugh ew what the fuck is that..i dont want to do anything tonight." continuing to apply pressure, Corbin held the bottle to the squirming boys face, "relax its just a little pick me up, makes you feel good you know? just breathe..." Corbin waited for him to tentatively inhale before pulling the bottle back, "oh...whoa...dizzy" Dalton wobbled as corbin gave a laugh, "thats it! there...keep fucking him it'll pass..." Corbin held the boy closer as the poppers clearly had their intended effect: dalton was now stroking faster into the connor, "that a boy! let me hear those balls slap...breathe it for me again.." Corbin whispered, returning the bottle to the teen again and again to ever less protest until he could barely stand. "its so good isnt it?" Corbin didnt wait for an answer before gently wrapping his hands around Daltons hips, "pull it out and ill make it feel even better, promise..." Corbins tattooed hands directed the boys hips in protest as his cock slid out. "dont....i wanna fuuuuck." Dalton protested as corbins hand slid around the teens shaft, "its okay youll fuck dont worry, just relax already. let me jerk it..." Corbin slowly and methodically stroked the boy, inching the condom up his shaft "look at that big pretty cock...so wet and yummy....lets see the rest of it..." corbin pushed the last little ring of latex off the head of the teens dripping prick. "stop it..." dalton grumbled, reaching for the greasy rubber on the floor before he was abruptly stopped, "sshh, its okay its okay, here comes mister feel good, nice big breath for me..." Corbin sang into the boys ear as he obediently inhaled the poppers, "there ya go lets make those big juicy balls bounce." As he worked the boys shaft he leaned in, each hit of poppers slowly pushing him closer to the tight hot hole in front of him until at last the boys mushroom tip leaked and oozed against Connors unprotected hole. "back inside now, give him your cock..." Dalton needed no coaching, with a head full of poppers and a firm tug from Corbin his dick slowly vanished into the hot cunt for what looked like the most deliciously sensual fuck he had seen in a long time. two or three pumps later betrayed the boys youth as he gasped, "i gotta pull it out im gonna cum!" Corbin grabbed the boys shoulders and humping against him pushed Dalton over the edge with a long groan as he struggled against Connors ass. "theeeerre we go thats a good boy, pump it all out now, cream that pretty hole nice and deep." satisfied the teen had managed to dump every drop into Corbins new litle toy he stepped back and watched as the redhead pulled out with a plop and a warm ooze of jizz. "youre a dick Corbin." The pig just smiled and returned to the couch, "feel free to dump another load in him later tonight when you get hard again."

Next time I need to evacuate for a hurricane I'll be sure to book a room at that motel 😏 Thanks for suggesting that video it was a good one...

I don't, I'm always looking for another cock to fuck me and breed me, I actually get hornier when I'm a little under the weather, go figure. I find it frustrating when I can't find any cocks and my regulars are to busy to get serviced. I have fall back on my dildos then, which isn't the same as a real cock.

That happens to me every summer, without fail. In the words of the immortal Cole Porter: According to the Kinsey Report, ev'ry average man you know Much prefers his lovey-dovey to court When the temperature is low But when the thermometer goes 'way up And the weather is sizzling hot Mister, pants for romance is not 'Cause it's too, too, too darn hot Granted, that may be because summer here in south Louisiana is not just hot, but oppressively so, with high humidity; when we have that first "cool dry snap" (which isn't THAT cool - but it's the first day in early fall where the temperature isn't over 85), my libido returns, right on schedule. It sometimes subsides a bit if the winter is excessively cold, but then as soon as spring perks up - which here starts in February - it re-engages until the first heat wave of summer hits, typically in May.

Love your icon. You are one good looking man.

I was at the gym earlier than usual and sadly no action, so I was on an app and got hit up by one half of a couple who was looking. The one chatting with me was good looking, both in their late 20s both bareback tops, the one chatting with me had dark hair, smooth dad bod with a thick cock about 7". His BF was a redhead with a massively thick uncut cock and VERY good looking. I chuckled as the one I was chatting with, Rob, wanted me to send a dick pic, so I did, teasing him that maybe he wasn't all top. He admitted after seeing my cock he was interested but that I couldn't fuck him in front of his BF. He suggested he should come pick me up so he'd have an excuse to drop me back at my place and could fuck me then if the vibe felt right. I said I was down for that, explained I was at the gym and would shower quick and that he should meet me here. And naturally, once I make those plans, I get hit on in the locker room by a hot hung Latino guy who I've played with before. It killed me having to turn him down for a guy who might flake on me, but I didn't want to have another load already in my ass and wanted to save my seed for Rob's ass. I dressed and waited in the parking lot hoping that Rob wasn't going to be a no-show, but he soon pulled up. I got in his car, and he explained that when he and his BF, Ethan, play they only top the guys they pick up. He bottoms for Ethan and Ethan is cool with him hooking up with other guys to top as Ethan doesn't bottom. He admitted he bottoms for other guys too and Ethan doesn't know, which is why he wanted to pick me up. As he's driving, he made me pull my cock out so he could stroke it and he was telling me how bad he wanted to take my cock and have me breed him, which had me precumming like crazy. As we pulled into his apartment complex, he told me to zip up and so I did, hoping my boner would go down. As we went into the apartment Ethan came out of their home office and was already stripped down to his underpants and I was soon hard again as he had an amazing body and was even hotter in person than his photos. He had a New York accent and a cocky demeanor that also made me hard, the kind of guy who knows what he wants and how to get it. "Rob knows how to pick 'em" he remarked, smirking at me and checking me out. "Let's get you naked" he added, and I pulled off my t-shirt as he undid my shorts and dropped to his knees to start sucking my cock. He was loving all my precum and saying how good I tasted as Rob stripped naked and started grinding his hard cock against my ass, spitting on his cock, and then slowly popping his head inside me, followed by more and more of his cock. We're at it for a while and I have to ask Ethan to back off a couple times as I'm close to orgasming and Rob isn't close. I suggest we move to the bedroom so I can suck Ethan's cock while he sucks mine and Rob can fuck me and we move into the bedroom to do just that. I'm deep throating Ethan's massive cock and loving the taste of his precum and Rob is absolutely going to town on my ass so hard at times I'm gasping and can barely suck Ethan's cock. I can hear Ethan ask if I'm close to cumming and I say I am and can feel him eagerly deep throating my cock. I feel Rob shudder and unload inside me I let loose too with a loud groan and can hear Ethan gagging and struggling to swallow my load. I can feel Rob slide out of my ass and can hear him laughing and saying "dude, you covered his face." Ethan rolled on his back and indeed, his face, hair, and neck are covered in my cum. Rob moves down to wipe some off and eats it and Ethan moves up to my face and starts wiping some off and putting it in my mouth. We all start eagerly eating my cum and snowballing it between each other. Ethan asks if I always cum that big, and I tell him when I'm worked up I do. We were all in kissing each other now and Ethan told me it was his turn and threw my legs over his shoulders and slowly eased his cock in my ass. Even though Rob had bred me Ethan's cock was so much thicker it was truly stretching my ass out as he entered. I was moaning like crazy, telling him how good his cock felt and how bad I wanted his load. Ethan said he bet I liked getting tag teamed and I said I did and he amped up the talk, saying he bet I liked to get fucked a lot and I said I did. He said I probably loved getting bred raw and that he loved fucking sluts like me. I leaned into it and said that I was a slut and lived for getting bred raw, which is hardly a lie. He asked when I last got bred and said it was last night. He asked if I knew the guy or if it was anon. I told the truth and said it was anon and let the guy breed me raw. I also admitted I passed up getting bred at the gym so I could take their loads and Ethan said I should have taken his load and shown up with a load in my ass. The dirty talk was clearly what he enjoyed and soon he blasted a massive shuddering load inside me and didn't even stop stroking, telling me there was more for me. I told him how hot if felt when he came in me and not to pull out, to use my hole. He smirked and said he liked that but wanted to fuck Rob while Rob fucked another load in me and that he wouldn't cum in Rob but would pull out to cum in me. Ethan slid out and Rob flipped me face down, bent over the mattress and slid back in me and then Ethan slid inside Rob's ass. I could hear Rob groan as Ethan entered him and soon, we built up a rhythm. I wished I could see Rob's face as he took Ethan's cock and was really turned on that the hot little stud not only took Ethan's cock raw but wanted me to breed him raw too. My cock was throbbing again now, and I desperately wanted to breed Rob's hole, only now it was time for him to do that to me, and I could feel him blast another load deep in my guts with a satisfied groan. Ethan backed down on his fucking of Rob and slid out of him so Rob could slide out of me. Rob moved aside and I could feel Ethan's massively thick cock enter me hard and felt him pull my head back by my hair, telling me he was going to pound my slutty ass. He was calling me a dirty whore, a cum dump, a slut, ever dirty name and he pounded my ass unbelievably hard. I could barely say anything he was pounding me so hard it was taking my breath away. Rob was watching with a huge smile egging him on and calling me a dirty slut as well, saying I probably got gang fucked all the time, and loved having my ass used and bred. All I could keep thinking was "yeah bitch, laugh it up, you're taking my dirty seed before long". Ethan gave a satisfied groan, and I could feel him going off inside my ass again, feeling both their cum slowly leaking and dribbling down my leg and balls as he pulled out. Ethan said I should scoot up on the mattress and suck him clean and I did as told as he stuffed his thick cock back in my mouth. I could hear Ethan say he was going to check his work computer and saw him exit the room. As he did, I could feel Ethan reach back and start stroking my cock and could see him smiling down at me. I was wondering what he was up to and maybe if he was signaling he wasn't all top. He shifted his hips back towards my cock, his dick popping out of my mouth, and I could feel him guide his cock head to his hole. He rubbed my precum on his hole and could feel my head enter his ass and see a satisfied grin break out on his face. "I'd love to feel that load in my ass instead of my throat" he whispered, and he forced more of my cock in his ass. He was playing with fire as it wouldn't take much for me to cum and he started riding my dick like he wanted it. I warned him I was close, and he smiled at me and told me to cum. I was so worked up by this stud riding my cock that I blasted my load inside him. He gave me a satisfied smile and slowly slid off my cock whispering that he wanted to get my number and wanted to hook up with just me. He whispered that he messed around with other guys, but Rob had no idea. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand and quickly entered my number and texted me his. Setting his phone back down he said he definitely wanted to play again, whether it was the three of us or just us two. I said that either way was cool, and he apologized for the dirty talk, saying he gets carried away. I said it was cool and he added he wished he could fuck around like I do and that he used to fuck around a lot before he and Rob started dating. Almost on cue Rob came back in and alerted Ethan he had some emails and some IMs. Ethan gave me a deep kiss and told me how hot I was and that he'd had a lot of fun and that we should do it again and then went off to the office. Rob was smiling a shit eating grin at me saying he should drive me back home as he started stroking me hard, leaning in to whisper how bad he wanted me to fuck him. We went into the living room to dress and Rob called out to Ethan saying he was going to take me back to my place and to text him if anything came through on his computer and we headed out. On the way down to the car about all Rob could talk about what how much I came and how hot it was that I covered Ethan's face. I laughed and admitted he'd done that to me, getting me all worked up. Rob was also curious about the dirty talk and if I really was as big a slut or not. We talked about it on the drive back to the gym and I admitted that yeah, I do fuck around a lot but that I'm single so why not. He listened and admitted he hadn't been a big slut before he and Ethan started dating but once they started picking up guys, they decided they should go on prep just to be safe, and that he was relieved when they did as he wanted to bottom more. Now that he was on prep he could bottom as much as he wanted and fuck around as much as he liked. He admitted he sometimes felt guilty about cheating on Ethan and letting other guys bareback him, but that going on prep was like a license to cheat. I asked him if Ethan fucked around too and he said Ethan didn't, but picking up guys was Ethan's idea as he fucked around a lot before they started dating and that Ethan would gladly put his cock in any guy he thought was hot. Rob let on that he lines up the guys and they typically get at least one guy a day and sometimes more than one. He admitted he came up with the idea of picking the guy up so that the guy could breed him when he dropped him off fairly early on. He admitted he'd started hooking up with guys at the gym and saying he had to go into the office when really, he was going to hook up with a guy and that some days when he said he was going into the office he'd hook up with two or three guys during the course of the day. Rob clearly was as big a slut as I am and as we neared the gym he pulled into the parking garage of an empty office building nearby. I had to laugh as I use the same garage for car play when I have a hookup and neither of us can host. Rob left the engine running and we both got in the back seat and started stripping down. Rob laid down on his back and I quickly had Rob's legs over my shoulders as I slowly entered his cummy ass. He was begging for me to blast a big load in his ass and was quickly telling me how big my cock was, how good it felt, and how turned on he was by the big load I shot on Ethan. I told Rob I owned his ass, and he was my bitch to breed and use. He was moaning out yesses and telling me how bad he wanted my load and soon enough I blasted a big one in him that him yelling out yesses, begging me not to pull out, and saying how good it felt. "Fuck, how do you NOT have a boyfiend?" he asked, his face lit up. I wasn't even about to pull out or stop stroking and told him I like to fuck around too much to date one guy, adding "kind of like you". He smiled up at me as I said that and was drilling his ass raw and let that sink in with him. He's one to talk, has a hot BF and yet he's letting all sorts of random guys drill him raw. He admitted he wanted to be with a guy that liked to see him get drilled raw by other guys and wouldn't get jealous, which majorly turned me on. I told him I'd be more than happy to line up guys to breed him raw and watch them drill him, that I wanted to see him get gang fucked anon taking load after load. I was now really drilling him hard, and he was panting and moaning, barely able to speak, other than strained "yeah's". I asked him if he wanted to get fucked like that and he muttered "yeah, more than you know." I was so worked up by the idea of him getting bred that way that I worked up to another orgasm, probably less intense than he wanted. He asked me if I came and I said that yeah, I did, and leaned into kiss him, which soon became deeper and more intense than I expected. Clearly, he vibed with me in a way I hadn't expected and more intensely than I usually want, but I gave in. He's a hot guy and we both gave each other what we were desperately craving. "I needed that so bad" he confessed "you have no idea." I told him I had a sense and that I'd been there too. I told him we could fuck any time he wanted and that I was cool for whatever he needed or wanted. He pulled me close for a tight hug while kissing me deeply and held me close for a long time. Then he released me and said he needed to get going so Ethan wouldn't be suspicious. We both put our clothes back on and it struck how ingenious Rob's plan was. He doesn't have to shower as Ethan had already fucked him. He'd never suspect I loaded Rob as well. As for me, I wanted both their loads to stay in me, so I wasn't about to shower again. He drove me back to my truck and again said how hot a fuck I was and that we should play again, either the two of us or with Ethan. As I got in my truck, I checked my phone and saw I got messaged by Ethan, thanking me for a good time and saying he was serious he wanted me to fuck him, including an ass and hole pic. I responded saying I was down for any time and just let me know and had to chuckle at both of them being so silly about being "tops" when both clearly wanted to bottom but were too scared of admitting it to each other. It would be hot to drill Ethan or Rob while the other watched it going down. Clearly both were getting drilled anon and by guys they knew, yet they don't want to give up the pretense. It doesn't bother me, I get the pleasure either way!

I promise I had planned on taking a longer hiatus to work on some things, but a combination of a couple days of not much to do and feeling terribly horny brought my publishing schedule forward a bit. Hopefully you enjoy this next installment when Logan gets to have his first son. More to follow eventually as we explore some kinks, some hot and horny boys, and maybe go on an unexpected journey or two. Chapter Two - Denver The first tour had done wonders for me in the personal and professional realms. Not only was I able to blossom onstage and show wha I could do, I got to explore my sexual side with Johnny. After we wrapped up and I moved back to New York I couldn’t believe how fast the turnaround was — I was in my new Hell’s Kitchen apartment for two weeks before I won another national tour. This time, instead of simply being an ensemble member, I would be a featured comedic actor with a couple of duets and a solo song! My first call after I got out of Pearl was to Johnny. He picked up on the second ring and I rushed in before he could even say hello. “I got another booking!” “Great kid, when do you start?” I stopped on the sidewalk and started digging around in my backpack for the tour itinerary. “Looks like we do two weeks here in the city and then move to Denver to open the tour. How far out are you from Denver?” His response sounded a bit excited, “only a couple of hours. I would love to stop by and use your sweet hole a couple of times when your roommate is out.” “You won’t have to wait long,” I responded, “and we can take all night — I don’t have to share this time!” Johnny chuckled at that. “Anyway, I will be in touch here in a few weeks to iron out the details. Gotta call my friends and make plans to go out tonight!” Johnny laughed openly at my exuberance, “go have fun, my son and keep me posted. We’ll talk soon.” * * * * * * The two weeks working on the show flew by and next thing I know I am headed for Denver. The flight crew were excited to have a Broadway tour cast onboard and we indulged them with a couple of numbers from the show. The feeling of celebration in the air was palpable and we all had a great time. By the time I was in my hotel room, though, I was ready to crash. Johnny was on his way in and I had left a key card for him at the desk. I started to change out of my travel outfit into something that would be more fitting for a night out of town, but halfway through undressing I gave up. I plopped down on my bed with my pants around my ankles and ass framed by a yellow jockstrap. Sleep washed over me before I was even aware I was shutting down. I must have been out of it because it was only the rhythmic grinding and low grunting that finally woke me. I groaned in pleasure and exquisite pain as I arched my back to meet the cock that turned me poz. Johnny continued to rhythmically thrust into my ass before unloading deep in my guts. As busy as I had been, I hadn’t been able to get any real action the last few weeks. After I sucked off the train attendant on the way home, he was called to wait on demanding guests so our dalliance never had a chance to get started. I had bought a few silicone “friends” to help me stay loose and work on my need for depth, but nothing could replace a real cock on a man. Johnny left his cock in to shrink before pulling out, dragging his heavy PA out of my hole. “Thought we had dinner plans, but I decided I liked this better.” I could hear his grin even though my head was still planted in my pillows. “Thank you for that, I missed getting fucked for the last month. Going from 2-3 screws a day for a year to none is a real shock to the system.” I laughed a bit giddily as I stretched and sat up next to him. We had never really been affectionate, but here we just hugged each other and enjoyed our presence. “I hope you can stay in town for a couple of days. I need someone to show me around the city.” Johnny stepped around me and walked to the window, unashamed of his slightly frail-looking body. “I have a couple of days, but not too long. I wanted to show you one or two things, but I don’t know how much we’ll have to leave the room for that.” He turned back to me, “you need to know how to work on these tours, and I think this will be the perfect training ground.” That made me cock my head to one side, intrigued. “Tell me more!” Johnny walked back over to me and sat down on the bed. “Well, I am here for two reasons, actually. Or I had been planning to come to Denver this week anyway. You being here is just an added bonus.” My face must have given away a bit of my disappointment. “Don’t worry,” Johnny said quickly, “I am so happy that you’re here, but I had another purpose.” I could tell that he was working up to tell me something. “I know I pozed you without asking, which we call stealthing. There is another kind of guy called a chaser who wants to be pozed, but hasn’t been given the gift yet.” I thought I could see where this was going. “I was in touch with a young guy who wanted my gift, and we had made plans to meet up in Denver for a week of rough fucking and hopefully it would stick.” I smiled at him encouragingly, “that sounds super hot!” “It is,” he assured me. “The guy just turned eighteen a month or so ago and this would be his first dalliance with an older guy. I’m not convinced, though, that he would like a guy like me. I’m pretty sure he only wants the bug, and lacking an attraction can be unsatisfying when you are trying to psych yourself up to take it hard.” Johnny started grinning, “when you told me about starting in Denver and it happened to be this week, I couldn’t help but think that YOU could be his gifter.” Even though I was expecting it, hearing it laid out so starkly for me made me gasp. “You would trust me with a job like that?” “Of course!” Johnny responded enthusiastically. “You need to learn what it is like to be a good top to a neg bottom. I know you’ve fucked me a time or two, but it isn’t the same breaking in a hole and dealing with the mind games. I want you to take this boy and make him a man, just as I did for you.” He continued, “pozing is something of an art form when done right. Any idiot can get knocked up with the virus and just spread it around. If you want to create your family you have to learn to be choosy. You need to learn how to control your animal urges and mix the right amount of aggression, compassion, and even love when needed to get the desired results. It isn’t about controlling your partner as much as it is about controlling the experience of sex and gifting.” As he continued talking, I soaked up every word. He spoke of the responsibilities of the gifter to make sure the boy was taken care of, to ensure they knew the awesome gift they had been given and how they could use it. After hours of talking HIV theory I was a feeling a bit overwhelmed. “Don’t worry too much — I know I threw a lot of information at you tonight, but I believe in you and will be here to show you the way. Besides, you don’t need to worry about anything until you finish the show tomorrow!” With his reassurances ringing in my ear we laid back on the bed and I opened my hole to him. With only a couple of days to learn how to top, I wanted to get in at least one more bottoming experience with Johnny before he went back home. * * * * * * After the show the next night, still feeling the performance high from the opening night crowd, I did my requisite turn around the cast party. We made a few toasts to each other and shared a slice of cake before I felt I could make my excuses and walk the six blocks back to the hotel. Something about the physical exertion of performing made me feel invincible. . . and very horny. When I finally burst into my hotel room, the sight of a young man’s ass beckoning me to the bed greeted my eyes. He was completely naked, legs splayed to give me the greatest view of his slowly pulsing hole. His perfectly round, deeply tanned cheeks were perfectly unblemished. No hair apart from his beautiful black locks hiding his face was visible. I licked my lips. “He’s all yours. I explained to him our history and he is terribly excited to get to be fucked by a true theatre star.” Johnny sat on the desk chair, fully clothed facing me and the boy. “Show him what you can do.” As if his words removed all barriers, I dropped to my knees and began to attack his hole with my tongue. His moans of appreciation started immediately as I lapped around his perfectly formed sphincter. He can’t have had much penetration, he was incredibly tight and with the smoothest skin I had ever felt. His slightly musky and salty taste was exactly what I had been craving as I probed his hole open with my tongue. We continued this way with my tongue slowly getting deeper as my hands pulled his cheeks farther apart. Once I could feel my tongue past his ring of muscle, I withdrew my mouth and started in with one finger. He hissed as my relatively dry finger plunged into the inviting warmth of his hole. I knew that we had a couple of days and I didn’t want to completely destroy his ass with just one fuck, so I didn’t do much scraping of his anal walls. Time enough for that later, and a dry fuck would cause enough friction to get this beautiful twink used to the pain of the stretch. I kept working my fingers in, one at a time until I could feel his hole yield. My cock had been dripping precum since I started walking home and it was time to unleash my beast. Keeping half my hand inside this boy, I used the other to drop my pants and underwear. My cock immediately sprang out and pointed at this boy’s quivering entrance like a compass points north. Beads of precum were dripping out of my slit and around my PA jewelry. I could feel myself aching to be inside this boy. Without warning him, I sharply withdrew my hand. As he gasped at the pain and sudden vacating of his entrance, I plunged my cock back into him, knocking the wind from him and driving his ass into the bed. I said I didn’t scratch his insides, I never mentioned that I took it easy on him. There were some shuddering exclamations and tight contractions as his hole was penetrated, but after a few minutes we found our rhythm. I used the spring of the bed to bounce him down on my cock and thrust up to meet him at the same time. My piercing kept getting tossed around inside him as his muscles were in hyperdrive. He was gurgling and panting as I used the power of my dick to short circuit his nervous system from the inside out. I kept bringing myself close to the edge and backing off, trying to give this boy a fuck he would remember for the rest of his life. After what had to have been forty minutes of pounding this boy mercilessly, I could feel myself tip over the edge where I couldn’t control myself anymore. My heart rate began to race, my hips jerking into this boy completely out of control — I reached to his neck and yanked him into a sitting position, forcing his back down on my cock and bringing his right ear to my mouth. “Take my gift, you gorgeous faggot.” I deftly licked behind his ear as I let myself remodel his guts with a bath of my toxic cum. * * * * * * The entire weekend was more of the same. I found out that the twink (Owen) was graduating high school that year with the lofty life ambitions to become a lawyer and we spent some quality time together outside the bedroom. After that first fuck when I had tucked Owen into bed, Johnny gave me a hug and simply said, “my work here is done. Keep me updated with the boys who get joined to us. I’ll add them to my family tree,” and he walked out of the hotel room. Our last day before Owen was to return home we walked around and talked for a long time. He had a bit of difficulty walking, as my cock had thoroughly bruised his hole, but we mentioned how much fun we had together and I hoped we would be in touch. He promised to share his test results when he went for his next STI checkup in about six weeks. Our last night together he used his own fingernails to fuck up his hole which glistened red as I let him slowly sit on my rigid dick. I was sure he would be my first son and the first guy I would get to share my seed. After I had made my deposit, I requested that he not have sex with anyone else until after his results and that he should fuck me just the once. He jackrabbited into my hole so fucking fast, cumming in less than three minutes. “Mmm,” I moaned, “I hope that I’m the lucky man who gets to let your last neg load travel around with me.” I popped in a plug of mine and pulled him close to me. We napped for half an hour before he had to hit the road. He kissed me tenderly as he got up and I pulled myself awake long enough to see him to the door and give him the stained and sweaty jock I had been wearing during my rehearsals and first few shows of this tour as a souvenir. This kid was special, and I allowed myself to have a moment of bliss before I slipped back under the covers to recover before the show the next day. Thanks for reading! Please feel free to drop me a line or leave a comment here. . . I read every single one!

Here's the last part of the first chapter -- I know it is long, but I wanted to lay the ground work of who Logan is and why he decides to do what he will in later chapters. Please feel free to leave comments, suggestions, encouragement, etc. on this post or drop me a message. I love hearing from you all! Enjoy! * * * * * * After scurrying around getting things ready (and more than one peculiar look from my roommate when I ran upstairs to grab a fresh water bottle and brush my teeth) the excitement of last night combined with the excitement that today I would be flying! Rehearsal for a musical is a lot of mundane and repetitive work, so new experiences are treasured. Since Johnny was the flight director, it meant we would be seeing a lot of each other the next few days — something I can’t say I was disappointed in. The chatter in the cast van over to the theatre was fun and we all seemed to be in god spirits. My face was stretched into a stupid grin, thinking about how so much had changed and a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I let the insane chatter continue around me as I thought about how the rest of my day would continue. . . My first flight sequence was pretty straightforward. I had some time to get backstage, strip out of my costume, get into the first harness, dress, and have plenty of time to be hoisted into the air before I soared across the stage. Johnny was there waiting to help me into the harness. I noticed his kilt bulging out more than a bit in the front as I walked up, and I added a little extra swish to my hips as I turned my back to him. “Logan, you have no idea what you do to me,” he growled in my ear as I shucked off my shirt and lowered my pants. “I hope you know how much time we have before your last flight.” I began thinking about the end of the show. It was true, I had a good twenty minutes between when I went offstage the first time and returned to perform some aerial maneuvers. I turned around and started to step into the harness he was holding outstretched. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I asked. He looked at my wicked grin and grabbed my ass while he was strapping me in. “Sweet cheeks, our lives just got a lot more fun.” I hurried to get my costume back on while he tested the various wires and ropes to make sure I would be secure. When he hoisted me up, I fixed an appropriate expression on my face and began my elegant soar over the set and to the other side before dashing back onstage to continue the show. The second lift was pressed for time, so there was just some desperate groping and teasing on both our parts while we managed to get everything set and I finished the second flight flawlessly. It was the last flight of the day when I knew I had time to take things to the next level. This time when I ran back to the flight corner, Johnny was waiting with his kilt hiked up around his impressive shaft, already gleaming with precum. His sparkling Prince Albert glittered under the dim radiance of the stage lights spilling backstage and he made me shiver. When I stripped this time, I intentionally stuck out my still-plugged ass for him to get a good look. With a quiet pop he released the plug from my hole and began to immediately wet me with his tongue. Being eaten out by a man with experience changes you, or at least it did me. I can’t believe how I was made to feel. Desperately horny to take his cock again and each lick diving into me and making me submit even harder. My breathing was shaky and gasping from his skill by the time he straightened and pushed my shoulders down. “Okay kid, here I go. Just remember to be quiet.” With one sharp jab he impaled me on his cock. Thank god the chorus onstage began singing at full voice in the same moment, because a half-groan-half-cry escaped my lips as I felt him tear into my hole and claim what he owned. He drilled me with everything he had. I could smell his musk and the vague scent of sex from my position with my head forced down in his surprisingly strong grip for a man who looked like he was withering away. He continued to pulverize my hole and pound the air from my lungs while I gave myself over to the ecstasy of surrender. This man had changed my life and I was loving it! Finally his tense, stabbing motions told me he was close, and I tried to massage his dick with my ass muscles. A swift grunt and warmth spreading out from within told me that he was unloading and I sighed. My own cum already coating the stage deck from when I came hands-free after his prostate stimulation. He pulled out swiftly and before I could mourn the filled feeling his dick had given me, the plug was swiftly pushed back in, now feeling significantly smaller than it had when it had been removed. Patting my ass affectionately, he scrambled to grab my costume pieces and prepare the elaborate harness for my final glorious stint in the sky. As I turned to him to ask how I looked, he just smiled and said, “perfect.” I got into position and from behind he whispered, “I know you’re not an idiot, but I don’t think you really know what all is happening. Kid, I wasn’t joking when I said you were going to be mine and I was giving you something. . .” — the music was swelling and I was seconds away from my dramatic entrance — “You’re my son now. You’ve sprayed your last neg load uselessly on the stage. Congrats on becoming an HIV pig, boy.” The chorus raised their voices in an awesome chord as I was flown into the air to thunderous applause in the front of house. It was as if the entire cast and creative team knew what had happened and was approving. I completed my routine in the air, but by the time I was lowered gently back down to the stage, it was the two seconds when I was unhooked that I came undone. I fled to a dressing room and locked myself into a bathroom. * * * * * * It took me an hour to pull myself together, and after telling the director that I missed the notes session after the run ended because of a stomach bug, he seemed to understand and allowed me to head back to the hotel early. My room was messy from my earlier whirlwind trying to get ready and I started putting it back together when there was a knock at the door. Johnny had found me. “Can I come in?” I silently motioned him inside and he went and sat on the chair next to the desk. I walked silently to my bed and sat down, half facing him, half looking toward the window. “I know that you’re feeling a lot right now, but I think we need to talk?” I resolutely stared ahead but nodded an affirmative. He silently reached out to put his hand on my shoulder. “Logan, I know that you’re surprised and probably feel good and bad things — I know that I did when I was gifted, but I want you to know that you have some options.” I turned and stared at him mutely as he went on, “HIV is not deadly unless you want to be; you can take some medication to control it. I’ve been working in entertainment for a long time and you’ve got talent that is only once or twice in a generation. You’ll be employed and can afford the medication. But that will come at another cost as well.” Johnny continued to look at me while he reached out and gently took my chin in his hands, “you have been given a gift and you can choose to share that gift with other boys and men. You can honor the DNA that is now in your system and add to it, change it. You can create your own family.” He gently let go of my face and got up from the chair to sit down next to me. “I’ve been spreading my seed since I was 18 and had my first Master. He was a cruel man but he taught me many things about loyalty, giving, taking, and power. He died only a year and a half after I met him, then I started working on tours. I was 20 and met one boy for each tour I have taken part in. I have a family of 23 boys, you’re my 24th. I’ve had a good life, but I wasn’t kind to myself when I was young. You can make a few different changes and be stronger — I hate to stop sharing my seed like this, but it is time that I get serious about meds and take myself off the market.” I turned my head and looked at him. Staring into his eyes I knew that even after the shock wore off, I would never feel the same again. The power I now felt coursing through my veins and the knowledge that I could build a family of boys and men was overpowering. I was silent for a long time, just looking at him. Breaking the silence I said, “you will have to teach me a lot — I’ve never topped anyone and I don’t know all that I need to, but I want to expand a family of my own. After all, you deserve grandsons if you are looking to retire.” Without any hesitation I closed the gap between our faces and kissed Johnny with all the passion I could muster. I wanted him to understand that my answer was, “I will honor your gift and share it with as many people as I can.” He responded with a kiss that I could only interpret as, “let me show you how.” That first fuck after I knew Johnny’s status was magical. He urged me on to take him deeper and explained scorpion tattoo. He told me how hot I was and how he would be there to see me through the flu that I was bound to get. He then asked me to follow him back to his room and fuck him with my last negative load. I was very eager and came within about two minutes of penetrating his ass. He proudly showed off the biohazard marking tattooed around his hole as he squeezed my load out and told me to lap it up. We shared my last load between us as we lay in a tangle of limbs on his bed. Totally spent and totally happy. * * * * * * True to his word, a few weeks later on the first night we were performing for a paying audience I felt like hell. I had a high fever, swollen glands, and was sweating profusely. The stage manager gave me one look and said I couldn’t go on except to fly since there was no backup. I sat backstage and watched the show with Johnny, his kilt hiding the fact that I was impaled on his. He gave me the fevered ride of my life that night as I was caught up in the adrenaline of opening, the rush knowing I was converting, and the pleasure of giving another man a great time. During our first stop in Oklahoma City, we went shopping on our day off for a few things. I suddenly had to expand my collection of underwear to include dozens of jockstraps — anything from sporty to sleek and fashionable, we picked out a series of plugs for me to wear of ever-increasing width in case I wanted to keep in a load. He even took me to a piercing shop to get a Prince Albert like his. After that first tryout, it became a tradition during my last flight that we would fuck every show. With eight shows a week on a fifty week contract, we got in plenty of action with each other. After my PA healed, he would let me fuck him every third or fourth show, providing guidance on how to best use my tool to open up another man and show them a good time. We continued to fall into each other’s arms after every show and I all but ignored my other castmates except to be polite when I talked with them. But I spent most of my time away from the theatre exploring cities across the country with Johnny. At the end of the tour with just one more performance to go Johnny asked me what I would like as a going away present. “I want a scorpion tattoo on my dick,” was my response. He chuckled, “you’re a kinky little fucker aren’t you?” “I take after my dad,” I replied. We went out just before the final show to a nearby tattoo parlor. I got my scorpion tattooed to the underside of my dick. “So you can only see it if I want you to,” I explained. “I’m sure there is no shortage of boys who won’t know what they’re doing and totally miss it.” We both laughed as we walked back to the theatre to do the show one last time. There was an extra charge in the air that night. Maybe I was emotional because I was completing my first professional contract. Maybe it was the thought that I would no longer have Johnny there to give me what I craved every day. Whatever it was, we passionately made love before my final flight that night. He penetrated me with long an hard strokes just to keep me on the edge of orgasm. He fucked me missionary up against the set, kissing me while I sprayed the underside of his kilt with my toxic load. It was the best performance I had ever given in my life, and it was all for him. * * * * * * We created a text chain that night so that we could stay in touch. He was retiring to a farm in Colorado and I was heading back to couch surf in New York for a few weeks while I auditioned for another job and searched for an apartment. After exchanging a hug and promising to keep in touch, I walked to the train station with a few misty tears threatening to roll down my cheeks. I didn’t see his message until the train was pulling out of the station and heading to my new life. It was the privilege of my life to bring you into my family. I know you will do me proud professionally and personally. Just remember to be who you are and share yourself with the world. In every capacity. Until we meet again, stay hard, stay horny, and stay humble. -Johnny As the train rolled on, I straightened in my seat. I could make my dreams come true and show the world what Logan Ball is made of, and my resolution starts now. A young conductor came over at that moment and asked, “ticket please?” I handed this boy my ticket. “Looks like you’ll be with us for awhile.” He scribbled some information on a little pad he had with his scanner. “If there is anything that you need don’t hesitate to let us know.” He handed back my ticket and a piece of paper. He bustled down the train to the next people waiting with their tickets out. I glanced down at the paper and it read: Please ask for anything — and request Mason. I’d love to serve you however I can. I smiled and leaned back in my seat. This new life was going to be fucking brilliant. * * * * * * Looking forward to share all that will happen going forward! Thanks for reading up to this point, hope you come back for more!

Would love to spend a whole weekend with a str8/married/bisexual Fuckbuddy without clothing. Enjoying a BBQ, watching sports, paying pool and poker, swimming in the pool and a lot of beers ...And during the whole weekend my FB will use my mouth or my ass for his piss. 😋👍

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

At the end of the day, I believe that everyone has a responsibility to themselves first - anyone who's neg and wants to stay that way needs to ensure that THEY take the appropriate precautions (PrEP/condoms etc). Anyone neg, who barebacks, without PrEP, is taking a chance of converting and this is a risk that THEY themselves (no-one else) are taking (since they themselves will have to live with the consequences of their actions). It's unfortunate, in this case, that this person tried PrEP and doesn't get on with it (assuming that they are telling the truth); however, if they bareback, then this is still a chance that they themselves are taking. Unless this person is a good mate of yours, your best bet is to stay out of it.

A fantasy of mine is for a master or owner to brand me on my ass, or to order me to have a tattoo on my ass-pussy with his name

Part 18 - Familiar Surroundings Lucy's plans had changed slightly so she was flying out to Barbados on the same day that Daniel and Jordan would fly in from Boston. The architects had flown out 4 days previously under strict guidelines and to have something ready for when they arrived. Lucy picked up her belongings at security and made her way to he clubhouse and catch up on some emails. The receptionist scanned her boarding pass, at the same time Callum was walking past when he heard the receptionist say thank you Mrs Salinger. He stopped dead in tracks and looked over and saw it was indeed Daniel's mother. "Mrs Salinger how lovely to see you again and welcome" he called walking over to her. Lucy turned and looked "Callum isn't it?". "Yes nice of you to remember" he turned to the receptionist "Mrs Salinger is VIP Sarah" she nodded and picked up the phone. "Oh and Callum, please call me Lucy" she said and thanked him. Callum smiled "Lucy, please may I escort you to the VIP lounge, where are you flying to today?" "Barbados back to the hotel" she replied. "Excellent Steve is rostered on the flight so you will be attentively looked after" he said smiling to her. Lucy had on numerous occasions flown with the airline but this was the first time she had really paid attention to the service in the clubhouse, she began noting things down that could be used in the new Salinger Club wing. It struck her that the reason why she paid more attention was more about the engaging personal service from Callum in the VIP section, the other thing was how much more relaxed she was just sitting there in the oversized armchair. All to quickly Callum approached to advise her flight was boarding, he took her hand baggage and escorted her through the airport and directly on to the plane skirting the priority queue. The cabin crew at the door noticed Callum approaching the door and Lucy was addressed and welcomed by name, Steve came forward and escorted her to the assigned seat. "Welcome on board Mrs Salinger, I trust Callum has looked after you so far" Steve asked. Lucy handed over her jacket "Steve please call me Lucy and yes he looked after me very well. How are you?" Steve smiled "I'm great thank you, are you meeting up with Danny and Jordan?". "Yes we are looking over designs for the expansion of the Salinger Barbados Retreat" she replied excitedly. Callum finished stowing the hand luggage "Really we could have stayed there forever, it is so lovely". Callum said his good bye as the tannoy announced boarding complete, Steve brought Lucy over some champagne and got her settled. The flight went by quickly as Lucy was reading over the architects notes they had sent her, she also spent some time sat at the bar area talking to Steve and going over the Club House wing ideas listening to ideas he had that she was jotting down quickly. Steve also said the name didn't sound or sit right and suggested 'Club By Salinger'. Lucy returned to her seat and read through the notes she made with Callum and also Steve's ideas. She tapped her pen several times on the note pad and wrote 'Concept - Club By Salinger', underneath she wrote 'food and beverage service, pool and beach service, lounge service', Lucy had already decided to keep housekeeping under the general hotel service. Next she wrote 'Club Managers', she glanced over at Steve who was engaging with other passengers as he checked they were secured for landing. She looked down again at her note pad and wrote 'Steve and Callum' she closed the note pad and glanced again at Steve, yes she thought to herself brilliant idea. Her eye was caught by the flickers of green coming in through the window as the plane crossed Barbados and banked over Bridgetown heading out to sea before turning on the final approach. Daniel and Jordan stepped in to the waiting limo and drove off towards the hotel, after 10 minutes Jordan tapped Daniel on the leg and pointed to the sky from his side of the limo and they watched Lucy's flight coming in to land. Daniel chuckled and told Jordan they would only get a short time to swim before she showed up. Lucy unbuckled her seat belt and Steve approached with her Jacket "Hope you had a good flight Lucy". "I did Steve, thank you. How long is your layover?" Lucy asked Steve. Steve retrieved her bag from the overhead hat bin "Only two nights Lucy". Lucy looked shocked "That's not long, Danny and Jordan arrived a while ago, come and stay at the Salinger Steve". Steve overwhelmed by her generosity said he would love to, Lucy told him to meet her at the Salinger limo but not to tell Daniel or Jordan he was coming to stay. Steve stood by the Salinger limo waiting for Lucy to appear, the driver ignored Steve as he was use to seeing airline crew standing in the VIP/Crew zone. Lucy appeared from customs and the driver walked over in her direction and took hold of her luggage, she warmly greeted the driver and informed him that Steve will be riding with them to the hotel. All luggage stowed away Lucy and Steve climbed in to the back of the limo for the drive to the hotel. "I hope you don't mind sharing a suite with Danny and Jordan?" she asked looking at Steve. Steve chuckled "Not at all I did last time I stayed with them, the suites are big enough". "You seem to enjoy your work Steve, just like Callum does" Lucy began to make some investigative conversation. Steve looked surprise "Well it's fine and it allows us to come to Barbados which we love". Lucy nodded "You never thought about moving here and settling down?". "Lucy it is so expensive to buy here and it would concern us about getting to the UK to visit family" Steve explained. Lucy nodded again "So if you had the chance to, what would make you say yes to giving everything up for Barbados?". Steve sighed "hmm, a good job to start, time to be together but importantly being able to get home to see family". "Family is the one and most important aspect of life" Lucy said agreeing with Steve. The limo pulled up to the Orchid Wing "I still can't get use to this" Steve said looking out the window. Lucy laughed and stepped out of the limo to be greeted by Daniel and Jordan she looked at them both and told them there was a guest in the limo. Daniel bent over to look in and screamed in surprise as Steve scurried out of the limo and hugged them both. "Hope you don't mind putting me up for two nights" Steve beamed at the both of them. Daniel cocked his head to one side "I guess we can put up with you" and laughed. "Why didn't you tell us you were coming?" Jordan asked. Steve grabbed his flight bag "I didn't know you would be here this week". Lucy went to meet the architects whilst the three boys headed down to the beach for a couple of hours. Cael was overwhelmed to see them plodding along the beach towards the bar, he prepared some fruit crushes and placed them on a table as they approached. Several swims later they all sat in a row looking out to sea. Steve sighed "God how I love it here" and got his phone out called Cael over "Would you mind taking a photo please Cael?". "Of course, say Bajan and smile" he chuckled as he took the photo. Jordan peeked and laughed then settled back in his chair "It certainly is beginning to feel like home here". Daniel looked at him "Happiest place on earth and great memories so far". Jordan looked back at Daniel "You really are happiest here aren't you?". "Yes but only with you" he leant in and gave Jordan a quick kiss. Steve tutted and punched Jordan "Enough you make me sick with all your gooey lovie dovie stuff" and laughed his socks off. "By the way Steve my mother really likes you and Callum" Daniel leaned forward to see Steve. Steve turned his head "Really?". "Yes, she said you treated her like royalty all the way here and Callum escorted her to the plane" Daniel replied. Steve smiled "She was lucky Callum recognised her at the airport". Daniel stood up "Right I guess we should get ready for dinner guys, mother has us in the Windward Palms at 7pm". They all stood and said good by to Cael as they headed back to the suite. Promptly at 7pm everyone arrived including Sofie who was catching up with Lucy, she gave Daniel and Jordan a kiss and told Jordan that she wanted to go through some comment cards with him in the morning so he could see how well the Butler on the Beach concept was going down. Steve seemed to fit in well and even spent most of dinner engaged in conversation with Lucy and Sofie, little did he realise they were assessing his suitability for part of Lucy's grand plan. Lucy and Sofie had already spoken earlier that day and it was agreed that Sofie would move on to take over the GM role at the new LA hotel, it worked in favour for them both as she would be living with her husband who was based in LA. Shortly after dinner Steve posted the photo to the Bajan group on whatsapp so everyone would know what they were missing out on, he put his phone down telling Daniel and Jordan he had sent the photo. Sage had walked in to the music lounge and saw Kit sitting at the usual spot, he casually walked over and said hello to Kit who was already ordering a drink for Sage. The timing could not have been more perfect as they did the small talk greeting chat Kit's phone buzzed and his eyes glanced down to see a message from the 'Bajan Group'. He opened the message with the phone on the bar top and laughed causing Sage to ask what happened. Kit shook his head "Oh some friends have reunited again" and showed Sage the photo. Sage looked carefully "Wow that is one fine beach, where is that?". "Barbados, we were there over a month ago hence the somewhat fading tan" Kit laughed. Sage laughed with him "So who are the three amigos". Kit innocently explained "This one is Danny and this is his now boyfriend Jordan and this one is Steve". "They look like a lot fun to be around" Sage replied with a big smile on his face. Kit chuckled "Oh Danny is the joker we have a long running thing going every time we see each other". "The err Jordan dude has some pretty neat ink work, do they live out there?" Sage asked with feigned interest. Kit put the phone away "No Danny and Steve are from the UK and Jordan well he is American and loved up with Danny". "Nice bunch of friends, never really known anyone from the UK must be cool having British friends" Sage sighed. Kit smiled "Well they are coming over for thanksgiving so maybe we could all meet up one evening". Sage pretended to look shocked "Sure would be nice, but this is only the second time we have met dude". Kit patted him on the shoulder "Got to admit Sage your a pretty decent guy to be around plus you like the music". Sage laughed "Thanks Kit, hope we can become friends if you have the room for another one". They shook hands and did a man hug before returning to their drinks and waiting for the bands to start, Sage could not keep the sinister smile off his face, after all he was so close to achieving his goal.

PART 4 Tim’s cock wasn’t even halfway in me and I was sure I was being torn up. My first cock was huge and I was trying so hard to relax. But as he slowly worked his hips and worked that massive rod into me, my hole finally seemed to open up. And it felt so good. Instant bottom. And he just kept slowly pumping that man cock into me. “Fuck your hole is so tight. Such a hot little hole,” he grunted. Inspired by the fact that I was pleasing him, for the first time I pushed back against him. I wanted more of him inside me. I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted to make him cum. “Yeah, you like it. You like that big cock inside you don’t you?” He asked. “So good, feels so good,” was all I could get out, as he picked up speed. He wasn’t pounding me, but he was getting more aggressive and taking longer strokes. I had never even imagined it could feel so good. And knowing my hole was making his cock feel good got me so hot I knew i couldn’t even touch my cock. It was like steel and precum was pouring out. I would cum the second I started stroking. And now I was getting pounded. Each slam home knocking my breath out. “Oh god oh god oh god,” who knows how many times I said that. “So close. Fucking tight little boy ass,” he grunted through clenched teeth. “Wanna.... wanna make you cum. Cum in me. Cum in me, “ I begged. He was frantic now, his thrusts getting erratic. It seemed like he was close. “Can’t cum in you. Gotta... gotta pull out. Fuck gonna cum. Oh fuck gonna cum.” I don’t even know where it came from or why it seemed so important to me, an 18 year old virgin, but I wanted to make him cum with my ass. I didn’t want him to finish jerking off. “No! I practically shouted reaching out my hands and pulling him into me, just as he was trying to pull out. Gripping him, I felt him buck and spasm as his giant cock erupted inside of me. I ground into him as I felt his cock pulse and instinctively knew what thAt meant, each spasm meant a shot of cum spraying into me. And it spasmed a lot. I loosened my grip as he finished and I felt his orgasm subside. He slowly slid out of me and looked down. “I’m Sorry. I shouldn’t have let you, I shouldn’t have finished inside you,“ he said quietly. I looked up at him, naive as I was. “Why? It felt so good. I swear, it felt SO GOOD. And I wanted to make you cum with... with my butt. And I FELT it! Your cum. I could feel it like in me,” I said like a kid that just discovered candy. He just looked at me in the same way and said, “Chris, it’s not... it isn’t safe for... I have HIV.”