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I'm an evil twink. My latest conquest was a muscled Italian stud with a gold wedding band. Nothing gets me hornier than being a straight married man's side piece. Knowing he has a wife and kids at home sends me over the edge. He has been coming over to my place every week for the past couple months straight from his office. And I wait for him ass up, ready to take a pounding. The problem was that he doesn't trust me enough to fuck raw. I dreamt of his huge thick Italian cock sliding in my pink raw hole. It's all I'd been craving. After he'd leave, every time I'd rummage like a raccoon through the waste basket for his used condom. I have eaten it, tried pouring it into my hole, and even inserted the dirty rubber in my hungry hole. Not the same. Anyone remember Mark Bentson's famous top ten stealthing tips? I loved reading his site iblastinside back in the day. There were two tips for bottoms that I felt tempted to try. "If you control the condom, you control the whole trick. Condom brand selection can be the most difficult but luckily there’s always someone giving some away for free, either at sex clubs or doctor’s offices. Grab a handful. I find the colorful generic Durex brand brings me the most luck. Generally, you can’t find the bulk ones, but I did at Drugstore.com where there’s some variety packs there. My favorite seem to be Durex Rainbow Color. OPTION 1 The season (at least in the Northern Hemisphere) is getting perfect to begin preparation. Put your condoms in your car for a few days, especially if you can sit them on your dashboard. Then bring them inside and put them into your freezer straight from the extreme heat. Then take them back outside to the car. Doing this a few times — extreme heat, extreme cold — really breaks them down but only once or twice helps. OPTION 2 Pinpricks through the wrapper and the condom if you don’t have the time or patience to switch off with the extreme temperature technique is also fine. I recommend getting a very small pin and only poking though the side with the printing on the condom wrapper. If you are careful, this leaves the see-through side intact; tampering there is more likely to be seen." I performed both options on the only pack of condoms I had. Now for the next step. "Yes, bottoms can stealth, as many of them told me. But in many cases, they aren’t in the driver’s seat, so to speak, since they cede control to the top. However, here’s a few things a bottom can do if there’s options to do so. First and foremost, get rid of all condom-safe lubricants but not the bottles they came in (maybe not all… when you do have the barebacker over, you might prefer one). Fill up these “safe for condom use” bottles with oil or petroleum lubricants. Now let’s say you’re going to his place to use his condoms and his lube. After you’re all cleaned out, take a nice glob of petroleum jelly and coat your insides. By the time you’re there, your pussy will be dripping for him (and won’t be a very friendly environment for condoms)." The next time my Italian stud was due to come over, I fingered my hole with a giant glob of Vaseline. My little twink cock stiffed up at the thought of getting his bare dick. I couldn't help but moan while I lubed myself. Naughty boy. My man finally arrived, straight from his work, dressed in his suit and tie. "Come here you sexy fucker." He growled while hastily undressing. I kissed him deeply, cupping his strong jaw and holding him close, as his large hands groped my body, finding my pert ass. "Daddy I missed you." I said between kisses. "I miss your hot mouth, son." He smirked as he pushed my head down to his crotch. "Daddy loves your holes." I moaned as I worked his cock, swallowing his thick girthy cock deep and sucking like a pro. "Good boy," he said as I looked up at him with my mouth wrapped around his dick. He tapped my cheek and signaled me to the bed, while grabbing one of my prepared condoms from the nightstand. I got on all fours with my jockstrapped ass in the air, anxiously looking back to see how he was making out with the tampered condom. He seemed to have put it on without issue and lubed it up. Game time. He slipped his cock in with some effort, but finally he got to pounding my ass doggy. I took a hit of poppers and melted into the bed, my hole eagerly accepting each thrust. My ass clapped as his hips slammed against me, his sweat mixing with the lube. Heaven. I prayed that he wouldn't notice when the condom broke. Not wanting to risk getting caught, I thought maybe cowboy would be a better position. I signaled for him to lay down and I managed to see that his dick was still wrapped up before I sat on him. I wonder why it hasn't broken yet. "Take daddy's dick." He instructed. I began to bounce on his lap, thrusting his cock deep in and out. I kept a good rhythm, making sure to clench my ass on each ascent, in an effort to rip the condom off with my ass. We reached a frenzy when I finally felt a snap inside me as I rode him. I watched his face to see if he could tell what happened. As far as I could tell, he didn't notice, but his eyes rolled back into his head and moaned deeply. He was cumming inside me. He held me down on his cock as he unloaded, grunting as each rope of cum coated my guts. I was in cumdump heaven, finally bred and seeded by this hunk of a man. I got what I deserved. After a moment of rest, I got up, making sure to clench my hole to keep everything inside. "Oh shit I think the condom came off." He said, as his cock slipped out of me bare. "Damn really?" I feigned surprise. Still holding his cum and rubber inside me, I promised him that I was healthy and he had nothing to worry about. I kept up the act until he left. Afterwards, I inserted a butt plug to hold his seed inside me, I needed his babies to soak in me as long as possible. Did I feel a little guilty? Yes. But was it worth it? Hell yes! Please don't judge me.

If a bottom insists on a condom, I simply refuse to fuck. I can honestly say all bottoms eventually open their hole for raw daddy dick, they can’t help themselves as they feel a raw lubed cock rubbing on their arse. 😈

Today, a couple hours ago inside the guy's asshole while his friend bred me so hard

As a top, I know exactly when the condom breaks or slips off. The difference in sensation is obvious immediately. Whenever it happens, I play dumb. Maybe they meant it to, maybe it was an accident. Either way, I'm going to shoot in there.

I was 13 when I took my first cock and he came inside me, that was it then, I loved the feeling knowing the guy that was fucking me would cum inside me and I liked that. You know the saying Young dumb and full of cum well that was me. I mean I have been lucky that I never caught HIV, yes I have had my run with various STI's. I was fucking through the 80's during the AIDS crisis, hence I refer to myself back then as young dumb and full of cum. I tried a guy once that used a condom and said to myself never again. The excitement of BB is knowing that the guy is going to cum inside me. I love that I am getting some of his DNA and I love knowing that other guys are sharing that DNA when they fuck me.

Do we have any tops that enjoy hurting bottom during anal? Beeing horny because your dick makes bottom cry or scream? like no lube fucking, ball depp, abusing. Did anyone have such experience? Both as bottom or top.

My name is Alex. I’m a gay boy with brown curly hair, decent physique a shy hornball who has trouble fitting in most places. School is hard to navigate, and it’s lonely being an only child while I live with just my dad Carl. Dad is what you would call good looking bear. I’ve watched bear porn among other ripped dudes, thinks, daddy, trunk, etc kind of porn. But he’s always been handsome not gonna lie. Thankfully I still have a pocket of close friends so don’t have to worry about what most others think, and I have been seeing my boyfriend Johnny for two years now. Johnny turned 18 two months ago. He is a cute Italian boy with a twink look, no fat and some muscles. I’m jealous of them. Anyway, My dad is always weird about things, but didn’t care much it seemed when I came out to him at 14. But lately, everyone has been acting funny around me leading up to my 18th birthday. My dad has been out a lot and says to not wait up, my boyfriend Johnny has been distant with me, and I thought this was just some kind of surprise party to come. Well, my birthday came but there was no party, but definitely a surprise. It’s just me and dad so when there’s no cars around, it’s not a shocker. I have been dating Johnny for two years now, and he’s my first ever gay kiss, first fuck, and first love. And I was head over heals for him for a long time. But something happened and he started sleeping with me less, acting strange, and here and there gives the cold shoulder. I went over to Johnnys asked his dad Mr. Hughes if he was ok. Now Mr Hughes was the definition of a stud. Built muscles, hairy chest, and it looked like he has his nipples pierced (pretty obvious through his tight tank tops). all he said was “Johnny has never been better” with a grin on his face. I went home wondering what Mr. Hughes was smiling about, but just came to the conclusion he’s ok if his dad says he’s good. When I pull up into the driveway, I’m pleasantly surprised to see dads truck there. At least he’s here for the end of my birthday. When I come through the door, it looked empty. I go up the stairs about to ask dad if he wanted to still do anything still, but I stopped when I heard him moaning. Now it’s just us guys in the house, and dad has probably heard me jerk off, use toys on myself, and even for sure have heard Johnny and I having sex when we think we’re quiet. But something I noticed I have in common with my dad, we can’t be quiet for sure when we are about to cum. And not gonna lie, it’s hot knowing when my dad is about to cum. But what’s interesting is that it sounds like dad has someone over. He must have gotten lucky with a chick. I listen closely through the door and he is pounding hard. Just sounds like a beast going at it with him huffing so much. But then, I hear him just start moaning “that ass of yours loves taking a hard pounding, doesn’t it boy?” Boy??? Oh fuck! Is…is dad fucking a guy? Since when has he started having gay sex? Is dad gay too??? And since when did he start having guys over to fuck? Whatever was running through my head I do know this in that moment. I was rock hard. I started rubbing my crotch with my ear to the door listening to what sounded like balls slapping on some guys ass and thighs, the distinct sound of lips kissing and making out, oh fuck! I haven’t had sex with Johnny in two weeks. I took my dick out of my jeans and started rubbing slowly to savor it and make sure if they got up and to the door I could put my dick back and sneak to my room. I was loving this. But then I started hearing the other guy. Sounded a bit like Johnny for a sec. Nooo, I’m just imagining things. Just kept hearing the other moan, squeal, and then he just yelled loud and intensely “fucking breed your dirty load inside me! AHHH SEED MY HOLE.” That’s when I knew, Johnny was in there.. WHAT THE FUCK is what I wanted to scream. But I was stunned. Silent. And put my dick back slowly, sneaking down to my room. I layer in my bed crying wondering what just happened. There’s no way, there’s no fucking way. But I know who’s voice that was. A little later I heard my dad and what I thought was Johnny get in dads truck and leave. I just lauded there looking at pics of us for a straight hour. Dad came back, walked through the hall, and then a knock on my door. Dad just said “Alex, you up? I’m coming in.” I wanted to get up but he already came in. The look on his face seemed caring for once. He said “happy birthday champ!” I was just in shock. I know he just fucked, and I’m pretty sure it was my boyfriend. But didn’t see anything and didn’t have proof it was him for sure so was just hopeful. I looked at him with a confused expression saying just “thanks dad…” He looked at me and took a moment. Inhaled through his nose and just came out and said “so you enjoy hearing me fuck Johnny sport?” My jaw dropped and I said “there’s no way that was Johnny. And since when are you gay too? Dad, what is going on and how could you?” I was so mad that he confirmed it. I almost called my cheating slutty boyfriend so many nasty things. But dad grabbed my phone out of my hand and said in a serious tone “you listen here young man. I will explain everything but you need to calm down and quit your sobbing. I’m here to make everything better.” Better? How is this good I thought? I tried saying something else but he just told me “if you don’t listen up you can just get out. I’m talking now.” Since when does dad show any emotions lately. Especially rage? He’s just bluffing cus he’s caught. But then he grabbed me and said “I know that look, I’m not bluffing. Either listen or get the fuck out.” I sat in my bed shocked. He looked at me and said “I know you were outside in the hall jacking to us fucking. You can’t keep quiet for shit. Your moans sounded just like when you think your home alone jacking off. So don’t pretend like you didn’t enjoy any of those noises.” I can’t believe I made noises. But I am like him I’m that way. When I’m arroused, I can’t help it. Dad continued then saying “it wasn’t out of spite. You see, Johnny and I are both, well, under orders.” I looked at him and after a brief pause I said “this is a joke right? Your fucking kidding me. Whose orders would those be?” He knew I wouldn’t believe that, but his face was dead serious. He looked at me and said “my Masters orders, Mr. Hughes” “No, no no way am I believing any of this. You are just trying to cover your ass.” ”I’m not. Don’t believe me, you can ask master yourself. He is downstairs waiting.” I couldn’t believe it. I stormed out and went downstairs so to the living room to call his bluff but there was Mr. Hughes in the living room and he just said “happy birthday bud! Sit down, I got you some gifts. I wanted to say more but was at a lose. Dad came right behind me and they sat me down between them on the couch. Mr Hughes told me to just calm down and listen in a stern voice. He looked at me with my dad just smiling. Mr. Hughes said to me “your father has been my slave for years son. And I know this is a lot but it makes him happy obeying me. And he tells me you were out jacking off to him. That’s a good thing. And yes, he was fucking Johnny. But this was my orders for both of them. And Alex, this may be hard but I promise I wasn’t gonna leave you out of our big family. I looked at dad who was smiling and put his hand on my shoulder. Dad said to me “Alex, I’m sorry if your hurt right now. But I have been so happy being a slave the past 5 years now. And I know I’ve been hiding it, but your father is a obedient faggot for Mr Hughes. And it makes me happy. I’m his property. My cock, my ass, my mouth, my body, your dad is a gay slave and wants you to know that coming out to your dirty old man…it made me a proud father.” “ it made me proud to hear too” said Mr. Hughes. I was so lost and hurt, but they both saw the one thing that made this talk worst…I was rock hard still. Dad told me I need to relax and went to the kitchen while Mr Hughes told me how he met caught dad sucking off random men at the truck stop bathroom stalls just 15 minutes away. He said “your father was sucking guy after guy after guy and put on a fucking concert with how loud he was. Thankfully no cops were there to bust him.” As he was telling me how good a natural slut my dad is, dad came back with a tray. They both looked at me grinding. I told them I was confused why Johnny wasn’t telling me anything, and Mr Hughes just looked at me point blank responding “cus he’s also my slave Alex.” I slowly started to ask “so you and Johnny…” Mr Hughes cut ,e off saying “yup, I fuck my boy. And you know what, he’s loved it since his birthday too!” I sat on the couch and with a confused look mr Hughes just said “let’s just celebrate damnit, it’s your birthday.” He then asked “have you ever tried pot?” My dad just laughed saying “my son hasn’t tried anything fun ever master.” Mr Hughes looked at me and said “well boy your gonna try something better.” He took a weird pipe and a wired lighter, ignited it and put it to his mouth. Before I could say anything Mr Hughes put the lighter and pipe down , grabbed my face and blew strong smoke in my moth. It hit really hard. I felt like I was coughing my lungs out, but also felt tingly and even more horny. Dad then took the pipe, lit it, blew smoke in my lungs without me being able to react, and said “this is your new family son. I won’t hurt you boy…unless master tells me too. And you know something, I think you like what we just did.” Before I could answer dad grabbed my face and kissed me with no smoke. I was so confused and shocked at what has just happened…but I didn’t stop him. It felt good actually. He kissed me like Johnny used to…like a lover. His tongue even met mine. And when he parted from my mouth he just said “don’t deny yourself, you want me now don’t you? You want your father.” ‘Of course he does” said mr Hughes Just as he said that mr Hughes kissed me. And I didn’t bother deny it either. Something unlocked in me. They started kissing me, putting more smoke in my mouth, then started to undress me saying that my body is so fine and delicious. I asked finally “what is going on and what are we smoking. Dad smiled and said to me “You are now letting out your true self. And that’s T son, which obviously you want more of. All I could do was nod. They showed me how to light the pipe and how to breath in when the smoke just started to fill the round end. They told me to take big hits. They told me to take off my underwear which somehow I just noticed was the last thing I was wearing. I did as told and not gonna lie it felt good too. They both kept grinning and started kissing me all over together. Mr Hughes said “ you are finally celebrating your birthday as you should son. If you want more, you must call me master. I know you want more t. Your starting to love iT. Now, say it. Say what you have to call me.” I just looked at dad who hooded. Looked back at Mr Hughes and said softly…”yes master.” Mr Hughes…or master started grabbing my dick and saying “ that’s right my new slave. You can do it for the t but soon enough you will obey for your natural desire too. Like your dad here. And just like your dad, you will do as I say. Now on your knees slave. NOW.” I couldn’t think straight with how high and horny I have become. We all were naked, smoking a strange pi-e, and I instinctively got on my knees in front of the both now nude dads. My dad was hairy everywhere and overweight, but still a sexy man. Master was what appeared to be a body builder. But both had fat thick cocks. Dads was still growing hard, but masters was already 8 inches long and erect. Mine was super soft but somehow I didn’t care. And what’s weirder, I thought of mr Hughes as a master with how hot I felt. Was he right, I’m gonna be a slave…I liked it. Master looked at me and said “you will please us.but first you must show you have so,e skills. Suck your fathers semi hard cock. He has a bit of t dick, but his own son sucking his cock should do the trick. Do it slaves.’ Before I could react, dad did first listening to master Hughes. He grabbed my head and forced my face into his cock. I somehow instinctively knew to just swallow like I haven’t before. I opened my mouth and just began to consume dads cock. He felt how dry my mouth was and took me off his sick after only about a minute and spit in my mouth. Said to continue to suck now that there’s moisture. While this was happening master Hughes was rubbing dads nipples hard. Squeezing them and telling me ‘I’m so happy to see father and son be obedient slaves, just like they were meant to be.” dads cock was growing more and more. I started to gag. But he never let go of my mouth. Told me to not disappoint and breath through my nose when directed. Dad then asked master Hughes if I could breath to which he said ‘yes slave may let his son take a sec to breath through his nose. While I sat with dad now hard dick in my mouth trying to find airway to breath in my nostrils, master Hughes slapped his hard cock on my face. Told me “I will be rougher and better, don’t you worry boy.” Thorn he said ‘ok, your boy gets to take a breather from his mouth.” But as soon as my mouth was free, they put the pipe right back in. More t was lit into my lungs. And I started moaning after breathing out big white clouds and coughs. They both smiled with huge grins. Then master Hughes told me he wants a turn. But master Hughes wasn’t easy. I immediately was gagging from his 8 inch hard dick going hard fucking my throat. I almost threw up. But he saw and slowed down to make sure I wasn’t puking on his cock he told me. He then said ‘my son says your just ok at blowjobs, which is why we are gonna make you better. I forgot all about Johnny. But shit, i didn’t care right now. I was loving this. As I continued to be throat fucked, dad started rubbing my hole, feeling it with his fingers. Then master Hughes told him to get behind me. And one second after master Hughes just said “go right ahead, father should start first.” Dad took masters orders, saying yes master, and began licking my asshole. I was in heaven. His tongue flicked my hotness hungry hole and I muffled moans through masters cock. He took my mouth off his cock, then putting it on his pierced 2 gauged nipples said “suck my nipple slave. You were born to be a fucking slut. Just like Johnny. And just exactly like your father. And now I want to hear it. Are you my slave Alex? Tell me!” My dad so turned in was moaning muffled and load. Dad loved this. Master Hughes loved this…I loved this. I was allowed off Mr Hughes nipple and said ‘Yes Master, I am your slave now too.’ ‘Master looked at me and said “I’ve been planning this since I first had your father begging on his knees at the truck stop. One suck and he was addicted, then I fucked his ass hard and raw. And here’s the thing boy. I did this to Johnny on his 18th. He was addicted instantly too. And now you are mine as well. Now we will do bigger and betterMaster then told dad to bump my hole. I was told to stay on all fours while dad first lobbed my ass and forced his fingers in rough and hard. It felt like there was something else there. Dad said” I put shards up his ass master, what now?” ‘We show him our insignia. They both stood as the shards burned my asshole. I saw my dad show me his ass and master his back. Dad said “our tattoos look hot, right son? ‘ It looked strange. Master told me we are nasty men indeed. He said ‘these are biohazard symbols. Your father and master are poz slave and you will be too.” As he finished dad went back down and fingered my hole ,ore and said “the shards have fully dissolved. How do you feel son?’ ‘Like I’m out of control.” I was moving non stop, soft as fuck but hornier then ever before. Master told me”one rule with us or anyone you ever meet, there is no condoms. We are all bareback. That means any man who wants you must only fuck you skin to skin. You must say no to condoms. If they have any disease you beg for it. This is our meaning of biohazard.And you will comply, obey, and thrive in this slave.” I was squirming just feeling dads fingers in my hole. I tried to suck masters cock. He backed away. He said “there’s one more thing we must introduce you too. First we want you to beg. Beg to be poz. Beg to be mine and thus your fathers. DO YOU OBEY…FOR LIFE SLAVE?’ I couldn’t stop but want more, couldn’t stop pushing my hole into dads fingers which kept increasing. So I thought. Is this what I want…’yes! I comply. I will obey. Yes father. Yes master. Poz me.” Then master instructed me to lie on the couch and hold out my arm. My dad made out with me and then said “I’m so proud of you son. You are just like me.” I saw master bring a needle. I got a little scared but they both told me I will be ok. To close my eyes. I did as instructed. I felt something wrap my arm, something else whipping my arm at my veins, and master said ‘you don’t have to fear. Just a pinch and you will love it all.” With my eyes clothes I felt the pinch of the needle, a few seconds go by quick, then master said ‘complete.’ I coughed, the needle was out, and I growled like never before. They both said ‘well done faggot.” Master then went behind me, put lube on his cock and started entering my raw ass with his cock it was huge but somehow not painful. I moaned so loud ‘FUUUUUUUUCK MASTER, YES MASTER”. His cock kept going further and further. Meanwhile dad held my face and said ‘ just like me, you love obeying everything your told. ‘I do dad, I love it.’ Master kept sliding till his entire dock was inside. Master started pumping and moaning. He then spanked my ass hard and it hurt. He wasn’t slow once it was all in. He was ruthless. To;d me ‘let the t corrupt you. Take my toxic dick.’ Dad looked like he was evil watching and holding me. He said “master has trained me to top and bottom whenever and with anyone. You are masters slave like me son.’ Master kept fucking and fucking my raw hole. I was flying. Loving this. Precumming everywhere. When all of a sudden master said “switch slave.” Without a beat he plopped out of my beat up hole. Dad switched spots while master said “it’s only natural your father breeds his toxic spunk in his sons tweaked body first.” Master then grabbed his phone and recorded as my own father stuck his dick inside me. My already open used ass was a natural glove for dads raw dick. His veiny dick and big stomach pounding my ass and thighs felt incredible. He said “I’ve been fucking your boyfriend every chance I get. By ordered from Master Hughes of course. But also because I wanted it. I didn’t care he was your boyfriend. He even loves tucking your old man son. We were so tweaked. But even without t he has taken the entire towns cocks. Just like I have. Just as instructed by master. You know what, I loved every second. And you do too now, don’t you.’ ‘Of course your boy does slave!’ My dad said ‘fucking good master.” I looked at them both. Dad plowing me while master sticks his cock in front of me still recording. I just say ‘I understand now…and happy that you fucked Johnny too.” Right there and then dad started going faster, and faster, and groaned so loud…dad breeded my ass. Raw. With his poz load. They switched again, master stopped recording, then put his pulsing raw dick in my freshly cum loaded asshole and came instantly. “Staying inside me master said ‘your father and I are toxic, which means we are gifting you to become poz like us. All I coyld say was “ yes master, yes father. I understand my purpose now. Please enslave me.” Dad looked at me and said “I really do love you son.’ Master finished with ‘as I love my son too. Speaking of, he will love this video of you cheating on him with us both. With anyone we say. How does that sound. And I said “yes father, yes master, whatever you command I obey. my first attempt at a story. Let me know if you want me to continue. Or pointers.

Found some new stories downloaded from Tumblr before it went done and have been going through them. Not sure who wrote most, as always if someone recognizes a story let me know. Have reviewed and fairly certain they meet guidelines. ============================ "Big Black Cock at the Bath House" So this story takes place back around 2010 when I was going to LA community college. I had been sexually active since back in high school, and once I got to college I had blossomed into a full time slut, taking advantage of any cock or ass that was available. It was really when I started going to the bathhouses like Steamworks or Midtown that I had cast off any last notions of ‘safe’ sex, and started taking any raw cock up for fucking me. I am sure I took a number of poz loads during that time, but I had yet to develop the ‘hunger’ for them, and rarely asked a guys status. That all changed on a fateful night shortly after Pride. I had gone to Midtown Spa that night after finishing classes and noticed that the parking lot was fairly sparse and guessed much of the crowds from Pride had gone home. I got inside and there were a few horny men, mostly older looking guys that eyed me as I made my way back. I moved toward the Steam room area which is where I normally like to start things off since I love getting hot, damp and sweaty. Just as I was getting there, a Big Black hunk of a man just stepped out from the steam area. This guy was huge and looked like he must hit the gym every day for the cut body I was looking at. His skin was coal black and glistened with sweat and water from the steam room and I guessed he must have been in there for a while. He had a thick, long, black cock that hung low and slapped against his legs. I realized he was the type of guy who could have asked to fucked any bottom that night and no one would have refused. I followed him around like a hungry puppy for a while until he headed into one of the back areas where there were cheap latex ‘couches’ and a bare mattress on the floor. As the guy entered he turned and looked me up and down for the first time. I knew a guy with a body as hot as his would be picky about who he fucked. Luckily, and not to brag, but at the time in college I was in gymnastics team and I was just as hot as the Black Daddy and knew I could get almost any cock I wanted. I chatted him up, talking kinky to him before I turned and laid naked, face down on one of the mattresses. He came over to me, placed his firm hands on my ass and began to kneel into position to fuck me. He slapped some lube on his cock and played with his dick until it was rock hard. Then he leaned forward and began working it into my ass. He pushed it way in, I thought all the way, but then after pausing for a moment, he shoved harder and it went way deeper inside me. He hit bottom in my ass and I was sure it was the biggest dick I had ever been fucked with. But then he even pushed harder and his big dick moved deeper inside me kneading my ass deep inside as he penetrated bend after bend inside my butt. I remember how much it hurt, I squealed with surprise at how deep into me his cock had gone. He stopped for a moment and roughly asked me "You DO want me to fuck you don't you?" I said yes but asked him to pause for a moment to let my ass relax around his huge dick. He waited for a minute or two. Then began to thrust his dick more slowly in and out of my hole. It felt like my whole ass was getting reamed and I didn't think I could take it very long. He reached his hand around to my face and pushed a bottle of poppers into my nose. I took a deep whiff as he continued to pump my asshole. Now I was getting into this scene. A second before I thought I couldn't take anymore but now I wanted his dick to punch my ass as hard as he could make it. He began to fuck me faster, his hands wrapped around my stomach, pulling my butt on and off his dick as he thrust into me. He had been on his knees behind the mattress but now he leaned over and forced his body against mine, driving his dick its full length inside me and I felt his giant balls squeezing into my ass crack as his shaft completely crammed its way into my butt. He started to groan and other people came closer to watch this black muscle gods body pump the giant rod into my hole. The guys watching were jacking off as the witnessed me getting fucked, the big dick withdrawing and then driving like a piston it full length back into my hole. He was fucking me fast now, and perched above me supported by his arms straight out and on his toes. I could tell he was getting close, his arms squeezed me tight and he learned forward. Just as I felt his body tense I hear him say. “You better enjoy my cock white boy, I am Poz and you are about to get my Poz Swimmers!” I lost my fucking mind when I heard this and shouted back. “Poz me up Daddy! Breed me, infect my hole!” I shouted! I had been a closeted bug chaser for a while back then, jacking off to stories on Bug Share, and now I was having my first real Poz Moment!!!! He fucked just a few moments more and yelled. "Ahhhhhh! YEAH! POZZING THIS HOLE!“ as his cum shot inside me. It felt like I was getting a hot, sticky enema and I knew he shot a huge load of cum deep inside me. It felt like his seed was burning me and I wondered if it was because I know knew his cum was POZ Infected! Gradually he slowed, withdrew his cock with minuscule movements, and sat back on his knees as he had started. I caught my breath, turned over, and looked at the huge cock that had just fucked me so hard. As I laid on my back I started jacking off, looking at the big dick on this black dude, remembering the feeling of it deep inside me. Knowing he was infected with a disease like HIV got me so hot. I started moaning under my breath. “Poz cum, POZ cum, Poz me up daddy!” Over and over. “Yeah that’s a good white whore! Like a boy that wants my Poz Babies!” He said and yanked my tits. He worked my tits while I yanked on my dick and pushed the poppers again in my face. I took a deep sniff and was close to cumming. Just before I shot my load he leaned over me, pushing his now limp dick into my mouth like a big salami. I sucked the remaining cum that dripped from the giant mushroom head as my own load shot up against his body. As we both lay gasping and catching our breath the full enormity of what happened hit me like a ton of bricks. “You really Poz?” I asked and I remember his smile “Poz for 6 years, but I have been on meds almost the whole time. I like to keep my body looking as good as possible.” He said “You undetectable?” I asked, still panting and covered in cum. “Maybe, Maybe not, last week my Doctor changed my meds so I am on a break. Maybe you got lucky” he said cryptically. A moment later he moved back, getting to his feet. Then he walked away without another word. The group of people who had been watching us began to dissipate. I laid on my back, out of breath, my ass pounding with sensation from the deep fucking I had just received. I didn’t convert from his fuck, so I guess the guy didn’t have a high Viral Load at the time, but that fuck awakened something in me and I started seeking out poz guys way more. Eventually I did get pozzed and went on meds as well, but will always remember that one special night.

Not only would I fuck myself, but I would suck the hell out of my cock and guzzle my cum. But I already guzzle my cum for real!

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I may be setting a target on myself here, but I honestly don't get the idea of feeling "safe" on Twitter (or any social media platform, really.) Now, I acknowledge that I am a white, cisgender male so my experience will be different than others.. but if someone says something I don't like, or is mean, or whatever.. I just ignore them. If it's super outrageous, I'll block them and move on with my day. Feeling "safe" never crosses my mind, because what are words on the internet going to do that I didn't already survive in high school?

for me it was a bit later as I was out of college. My best friend and I were hanging out one afternoon at my house and conversation got to talking about sex. I didn't know it at the time but even though we both dated women, he was gay. anyway the topic got to gay sex and I told him the thought had crossed my mind. He said " would you" I said maybe but only with him as I trusted him explicitly. He then went to use the bathroom and returned naked. next thing I was naked and we were in bed. It was then I was fucked for the first time. Plus I sucked him off after he had just pulled out of my ass. So from then until now I knew I loved sucking cock and ass being filled.

I’ve run into neighbors and coworkers in ABS arcades. First time was a 19 yo who worked for me. I didn’t know he saw me or knew it was me that bred him until the next day at work when he nonchalantly said he would be at the bookstore again that night. And hopes I would be too. Nice 30 year age difference too.

About 6 hours ago, just finishing work. Messaged a friend who wanted a loft home from work to say I'd finished. She let me into her bar while she and her barmen were finishing tidying up. Chatting to one young lad over bar, flirting with each other something chronic. he says he's going down to the cellar. Then stands on the stairs with his cock out stroking it to show me. I didn't need asking twice. Quickly into cellar, bent over barrels. Hard, fast, snogging, nipple play, clothes off. he's obviously desperate, and I'm easy. I suck his sweaty cock for a moment before spitting on it to get it wet. He buries it deep in a thrust. A few minutes later, I feel his final thrust, telling me he came. Clothes back on, kisses good-bye. Back to sitting waiting for another 15 mins. Then Home, bed, dildo into my creamy hole.....

SO I finished one more, the longest one I could put together so far. There are a number of other stories I’d saved on the giant HTML Pages I’d downloaded. But so far not found any other “POZ” themed stories aside from these. Again I feel this story probably came from somewhere else and may have already been edited, but hard to tell. Hope everyone enjoys it. ================================================ Seeing some hard bodied, muscular dude taking on my cock is probably the 2nd most empowering joy in my life. Seeing some hard bodied dude taking my cock, and knowing they are Neg when I’m Poz has got to be the first. Yeah, that's what I'm all about. You would think those muscle bound, towers of testosterone would be the ones to dominate any sexual partner. But, I have found many a chiseled stud that love to take it more than give it. Of course I’m no slouch in the body area. Sure I may not be some bulked up Gym Bunny, but I have a tall, smooth, lean swimmers build that I have found drive some guys crazy. That, and I also believe the fact that thanks to heritage on my dads side, I have a dark coal Black skin that the young white kids seem to flock too. There is one other part of me I should make it clear about it, as I mentioned, I am HIV positive and have had the Virus for almost 6 years now. I typically stay on meds since I like to keep healthy, but from time to time I find a bottom that I just have to get closer to. I was out at one of my favorite pick up spots one Friday night when I first laid eyes on Richard. He walked in and caused many a head to turn his way. He was wearing a white, long sleeve body shirt that clung to his bulging torso like a second skin. His broad shoulders, six pack abs, massive chest with those two protruding nipples, and his bulging biceps were all on fine display. He had on a pair of black leather jeans that fit more loosely, but did not hide that fact that Richard had one hell of a fine bubble butt. I eyed him as he got a drink and stood by the railing overlooking the gyrating male bodies on the raucous dance floor. I had to make my move fast. I wormed my way through the thick crowd around the railed off perimeter of the dance floor. As I approached him, Richard looked over and we made eye contact. He looked me up and down and a slight smile creased his lips as he took another sip of his drink. I knew I had him. "Wanna dance?" I said, leaning in to speak directly into his ear and catching a scent of his cologne. "Sure," Richard smiled. We set our drinks on the railing and hit the floor. The energy level was intense and heated. One thing led to another and Richard invited me back to his place. Once we got there, he wasted no time. We were soon in the master bedroom and shedding our clothes. Richard headed straight for my cock as I sat on the bed. "Yeah, suck my cock," I sighed as his thick, lush lips wrapped around me and took my HIV positive black cock in his mouth. As I said, I was on meds and knew I was undetectable, but recently I would jack off imagining that I wasn’t. As R=the Gym Boy sucked me off, I started to fantasize that my Dick was full blown toxic. The feel of his warm, wet mouth and tongue slobbering over my cock felt great and I was soon leaking my tasty tainted precum. Richard sighed as he began to jerk me off while simultaneously licking, kissing, and sucking my cock. "Mmmm, hot cock," he said as he looked me in the eyes before quickly going down on me again. “Hot Black cock boy, and don’t you forget it“ I said as I watched his mouth and hand work the full length of my aching ebony length. Leaning back on my elbows, I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. My cock was already responding to the feel of his moist, sweet mouth. `Damn, this guy knows how to suck cock,' I thought to myself. "Yeah, that's the way. Suck that big black dick, white boy.” I encouraged as I lay back in the bed with my hands behind my head. My Ripe pits up and venting my sweat as I let this muscled hottie take his time. "Mmmm yes sir, this is good black cock,” Richard said as he licked the full length of my growing cock. His words getting me going more. I knew the more submissive a guy acted, the more aggressive I got. And this guy was starting to bring out the Dom in me big time. I shifted as I felt Richard began to take me in deeper and I got up on my elbows to watch him. His lips stretched around my cock as he also began to bob up and down more feverishly. I began to hump my hips and push myself up to greet his hot mouth on every down stroke. His response to me growing more verbal turned me on, and I decided to ratchet things up even more. "Damn, that feels good white boy. You suck this black Nigger cock, man. Yeah you white whore, show me how bad you want this black Daddies big Nigger load!“ I said as I reached one hand out and shoved down on his head. "Ah, shit, yeah. Take it all bitch,” I added growing more assertive and dominant, and could see he was getting off on it. I could tell he needed no enticing. The second my hand touched his head, Richard slowly worked his mouth down onto my cock. He squirmed his head as his nose crushed into my course scratchy pubic hair. I sat up and grabbed his head with both hands now and pulled him down firmly. Feeling my cock buried down his throat turned me on even more. "Oh, damn, boy. Choke on my black baby maker,” I demanded and listened as soon he was choking on it to my delight. Richard finally pushed away and gulped in a breath of air. He looked up at me and I could see the lust in his eyes as I looked down at his beautiful face covered in spit and dripping my tainted precum. So far there had been no talk of status or condom and I was fine with that. I stroked his face, wanting to be gentle with him before I would get rough and just watched him. After some silence, I flexed my cock and it seemed to snap him out of his day dream. Richard then climbed up into bed as I moved aside. He lay down on his back and I straddled his massive chest as Richard got several pillows to prop up his head. When he was in position, I scooted forward. "Yeah, gimme that dick," Richard said as he guided me back between those luscious lips with a soft sigh. As I felt his mouth again gobble me in, I propped my right leg up beside him and grabbed the back of his head with my left hand. I began to pump his hot mouth for all I was worth. Richard reached for my ass and began to pull me in with every forward thrust. "Damn, boy! You're hungry for this cock, ain't you?" I asked. "Uh, huh," came his muffled reply. We were really getting into it now. I was pumping Richard's mouth and throat and he was taking all I had to give, like a real pro. There was no gagging, no reflux, just pure, unadulterated lust. For several minutes I pumped away as all my energy was concentrated on the hot feeling of face fucking that muscle stud. I then pulled away and looked down at Richard, saliva leaked out the sides of his mouth and his eyes stared longingly at my cock as I stroked it inches from his face. "You suck cock like a good white boy, but Daddy wants more than your mouth.” I said, still stroking his face, but flexing my cock black cock so he could see it twitch. “Now, you gonna be a good whore and let me tap that hot young white ass, with my black Nigger cock?“ I asked. “Yes sir. I need you inside of me. I need a good, hot fucking," Richard said. He turned on his side and reached for a bottle of lube from the nightstand as I moved into a kneeling position behind him. Richard handed me the bottle and rolled onto his stomach. He reached back and spread his taut ass cheeks as I got on my knees between his legs. I got a good look at the hot looking, puckered hole of his proffered ass. The muscles in his back, shoulders, and biceps rippled and flexed as he squirmed before me when the lube began to run down the crack of his ass. I ran the fingers of one hand into the crack of his ass and rubbed the lube into him. When my middle finger rubbed over and flicked at his tight rosebud, Richard worked his tight ass muscles and his puckered hole winked at me, inviting me in. "Damn, you can't wait for a good fucking, huh, boy?" I commented. “No Sir. I need a good fucking," Richard said as he looked back at me over his shoulder. With a deliberate jab, I pushed one finger into his tight ass hole. Richard quivered and moaned. "Yeah...Oh yeah,' he gasped. "Damn, boy, you got a tight ass," I said as I wormed my finger in. "This is gonna be one hot fuck! I'm gonna tear this ass open and knock you up with my Black Babies!“ I said, getting more into my domination over him and knowing id been breeding his hole. Richard quivered and sighed once more, when I worked a second finger up inside of him, loosening him up even more. For several minutes I finger fucked his tight ass. When I pulled them free to apply some lube to my swollen cock, Richard began to poke one of his own fingers up his ass, as he did so I muttered out loud. "Yeah, get that hot young ass ready for this poz nigger dick,” I said, and then realized I had said it out loud. I waited for Richard to say something as I was sure he heard me. I stood their and stroked my cock while I watched Richard fingered himself. When he didn’t seem to respond, I slapped his taut ass cheeks several times then began to rub the tip of my poz cock over his ass. I wanted to fuck this hole and breed it, but I wanted him to know I was poz even more. I knew I had to tell him now. “You want my big nigger dick white boy” I asked raising my voice and making sure he could hear now. “Yeah Dady, fuck me!” He said still shoving his fingers inside his hole. “You should know Daddy is POZ boy, want my POZ nigger dick inside you boy?” Finally I got a response from him, he gave a slight shiver and whimpered. “Please, I don’t care Daddy, I need your nut, I need your seed!” He said and then pulled his finger free and again grabbed and spread his ass cheeks, offering himself up to me. I couldn't resist. I guided my black poz cock into the crack of his taut ass and teased his sweet boy pussy hole with it. "Give it to me Daddy. Give it to me please,” Richard begged. Pressing my POZ Black COCK head against his puckered hole, I entered that hot ass with one solid push. As I opened up that tight sphincter ring and pushed inside Richard gasped and sighed. "Oh, shit!" he grunted. "Come on, boy, open that ass up for my Poz Nigger Dick!” I demanded. Richard increased the grip on his ass cheeks and pushed outward. As he did I shoved in half my length. The exquisite feel of his tight ass squeezing around my blood engorged cock was too hot for words. It was like a vise of flesh totally surrounding my aching cock in its warm, velvet grip. "Ah, yeah, gimme that neg ass, white boy," I moaned as I continued to cram my twitching cock inside. "Oh. Oh, yeah. Oh shit!" Richard grunted as I wormed my cock even deeper. "Damn, fuck me Daddy. Fuck my white ass!" I slowly withdrew and began to slowly enter him again. For several minutes, I continued that slow, steady pace. Richard cooed, moaned, and each time my cock massaged his prostate he gasped in pleasure. Finally, I planted my cock fully up his tight fuck hole and stretched out over his hard, muscular body. I propped myself up with my hands on either side of his head and began to work his young Neg ass for all I was worth. "Shit! Shit! Oh, shit!" Richard wailed as I began to fuck him hard and deep. "Aaah, yeah! Shit. Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder! Harder! Fuck my ass with your POZ black cock!!” Richard begged in abbreviated gasps. The feel of his taut bubbled ass gripping tightly around my Dark Ebony Dick was amazing. And the sight of that same muscle bound young stud below me, and the pleading in his voice was driving me crazy. I couldn't resist and began to pound away at Richard's hot neg fuck hole. My hips slammed down on his taut ass in a wild frenzy. We both continued to grunt and groan as I kept thrusting hard and deep. It had been a long time since I’d fucked a muscle boy as hot as this, and even longer that id been able to do it without hiding my status and hearing him actively beg for my POZ load. All I cared about now was the hot, exquisite feel of Richard's tight ass. Eventually I wanted to try out a new position. I pulled free and told Richard what I wanted. "I wanna see you ride my pot cock white boy,” I told him. "Yeah, sounds good," Richard replied. But I was too pumped up now for a simple ‘yeah’ and demanded. “Thats Poz Daddy from now boy.” I barked at him. “Yes, yes sir Poz Daddy” he said, and I knew I had him in my grasp. We quickly changed position and I lay down on my back. I stroked my rigid shaft as Richard got up and straddled my body. He faced me and lowered himself into a squatting position. Richard grabbed my dripping cock and guided it into his hot fuck hole as he lowered his strong body down onto the pulsing black spike. We both moaned as my ebony cock entered his hole again. With his hand on its base, Richard slowly lowered himself a few inches more onto my poz cock. His ass touched his fist and he removed his grip and plopped down, fully cramming my cock inside and making a cute yelping sound. He reached back and propped his hands behind him on my thighs and began to slide his ass up and down. "Yeah, that's it, boy. Ride my poz nigga dick!! Be the boy that worked for getting a tainted load up his guts!“ I commanded as I lay back to enjoy the ride. The only thing better than fucking a neg ass, was finding a slut that wanted it bad enough that they would fuck themselves. I treasured the site before me as I watched the muscles in his thighs, stomach, and biceps all flexed and ripple as Richard began to perform some hot squat thrusts on my cock. "Shit! Shit! Oh, shit!" Richard grunted as he used all the power in his muscle bound frame to fuck me with his tight neg ass. "Oh, yeah, ride my poz cock! Damn, white boy, this is so fucking hot!" I exclaimed. Richard was soon slamming his ass down into my crotch and the black scratchy pubic hair . Fully impaling himself on my rigid shaft. The bed frame began to rock and creak as he went nuts. I soon joined in and began to hump my hips upward with each downward thrust. After a few minutes of this, I grabbed onto Richard's waist and began to hump up into him. Richard maneuvered himself into a knelling position over me with his hands on my shoulders. I was loosing myself in the fuck at this point, I knew I was undetectable, but he didn’t and didn’t seem to care. Knowing this, I began to get more and more verbal with him. "Yeah, take my poz cock, boy. You going to get all of my Toxic Baby Makers!!” I grunted. "Oh, shit! Oh, shit yes! Going to get Toxic Seed!“ Richard moaned. “Fuck yeah! You want it? Want my diseased black babies to knock you up?” I huffed as I got closer. “Yeah, YEAH Poz Daddy! Please!” He was all but begging now. I was soon shoving my cock up into his hot fuck hole like there was no tomorrow, a sick part of me thought that maybe for him, there wouldn’t be. Richard reached for his own cock and began to jerk himself off while I continued to pump him hard and deep. Seconds later a volley of cum shots erupted from his cock and sprayed out onto my stomach and chest. As he came, his tight muscles clenched like a fist and I knew I was done for and I could feel my own orgasm surging out. “This is it white boy! Daddy going to breed you! Gonna breed this hot young Neg ass and knock you up!!” I shouted. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Richard groaned. “Do it daddy! Fill me with your cum!" Seconds later, my cock erupted up his tight pulsating fuck hole. "Oh, shit Im knocking you up boy! Fuck Yeah! Take my nasty Nigger Load!“ I moaned as I pumped his ass full of of HIV laden cum. As my cock spewed out its last load, Richard tried to climb off but I held onto him and shifted over. I wasn’t going to let a drop of my cum out. Instead he collapsed into the bed beside me. Gasping for breath and covered in sweat, he looked into each others eyes as I held him tight against me, my fingers caressing this beautify muscle boy. He laughed as I kissed him, and I made my dick twitch in his hole. “Thanks Daddy, I needed it.” “Needed Daddies Poz load?” I said innocently. “Yeah, I, I guess I did.” He said. I think in the heat he may have guessed I was on meds. And looking around his place, I noticed a bottle of PREP. I realized both of us had lived out a fantasy that we hadn’t realized we needed until it happened. Saying nothing, and not wanting to spoil the moment, I held him tight as we slipped into the sheets and dozed off in each other's arms. As I drifted off to sleep, I began to imagine a future where our fuck tonight would have more long term consequences.

Yesterday I got this message on Grindr from this dude, good looking, late 30s, nice dick, not too far. He was describing himself as versatile top and he wanted to "fuck and breed" me. He had apparently spotted me on a few apps before and really wanted to play with for a while, according to him. It was 2AM, I was tired AF from a long week, but I was also quite horny, so I decided to meet him. I got dressed quickly - as quickly as it is possible when it's winter weather in Canada... - and walked the short distance to his hotel. It was only a 15-minute walk. He opened the door only wearing his brief. Pictures were accurate, probably 6' tall, fit but not muscular, scruffy face. No small talk, we got directly into the action. I got on my knees immediately and licked his cock through his underwear. His cock got hard in less than 5 minutes, bursting out of the waistband. He pulled his underwear completely down and sucked him for another good 5 minutes. He was obviously very horny (or in a hurry), as he lifted me up and guided me to the bed, onto which he pushed me and proceeded to eat my ass. Just a few minutes, he slid his dick into my hole and fucked me deep, with me on all four. He was quite brutal, but his raw unlubricated cock felt quite good. After 10 minutes, he wanted to change positions. He slid out and lied down on the bed. He motioned me to come on top of him to kiss him. I complied and then found myself between his legs. I usually consider myself a total sub bottom pig and the number or times I have fucked and bred guys is probably less than 10 times in my entire life. But at that moment, with me between his open legs and my dick so close to his ass, I felt a need to fuck him. I have been realizing in the past few years that I love turning onto bigger tops unexpectedly, and that was the case yesterday. I love the idea of a dominant top being submitted to my dick without him initially expecting it. I started teasing his hole with the tip of my cock, I motioned my thighs forward to force him to open his legs wider. My dick was all coated in precum, lined up with his hole. "Can I fuck you?" I asked. "Yes, please!" he answered. I slowly slid into his warm ass, and it felt amazing. Less than 10 minutes and I was blowing my load deep in his hole, looking him in the eyes.

lol You sound just like my nephew. sucking boycocks at 8 and mancocks at 13. Seems to be a lot of cumdumps age when they started servicing mens cocks.

Here comes the next one. A bit more raunchy then the first. Reminds me of some of the old short stories by “yourcummyass” like his ‘five minutes to aids” though I don’t think he wrote this one’ ==================================• Normally I don't choose to get bred by POZ guys. I'm sure I've been exposed to POZ seed because a lot of times I don't ask, I just take, but last week I invited a POZ daddy over who changed my life. I met this guy online from Gay.com and we started chatting in one of those no name side channels. He was very up front about his POZ status, but never mentioned meds or his VL, the way he talked to me always got me so horny I didn’t really think much about it and so I just kept chatting. He had no pictures, but he sorta sounded like the type of guys I like: 58, salt 'n' pepper, short, stocky, and potentially a good dick. Now, in truth he described his dick as "average"-- but he did say he was pretty thick and guys seemed to like that. I had been a horny pig all week to that point and taken about seven loads, so I figured why not make it eight? Acting on pure lust for a potential hot Daddy, I invited him over one night after work. He finally showed up and let's just say he was rough. It became obvious why he had no online pics. His face was scarred, and he had lots of tattoos. He was also visibly POZ, with a full crix belly and gaunt veiny legs. I felt my lust shaken and almost turned him away as my brain started to realize he must be dangerously infected with disease. Before I could close the door, he stopped me and stripped off his gym shorts. When he did, out popped a glorious, 7.5" uncut monster-thick cock thicker than my wrist. Lust once more overcame rational thought and I immediately started sucking him as best I could. After a few minutes we moved to my bed where this glorious POZ daddy demonstrated his love for eating ass. He had me straddle his face so he could tongue my neg boy pussy while I worshipped his veiny infected meat. After ten minutes or so, daddy took charge, pushed me on my back, lifted my legs, and told me I was gonna get it. He spit hefty amounts onto his cock and my asscrack, and then positioned his head at my hole. “Before we go further, you need to know why I picked you to be my Son. Ive been home to HIV for a long time and I need to pass it on to a new generation. My infected seed needs to live on so I want you to become my POZ son and become impregnated with my strain.” He said as I felt the pointed tip of his cock dribbling its tainted precum on my hole. I was so lost to lust at this point I couldn’t think of saying no. I knew somewhere I was about to take a Deadly disease into me and all I could think of was pleasing my new Daddy. "You ready, son?" he asked and I did a massive popper hit and nodded. “Good boy! Daddy is going to give you his POZ Babies! No turning back!” He said as that POZ meat punched into my guts and I fucking took it like the champion whore that I am. Honestly, I was a bit nervous because of his size, but damn if my hole didn't just open up and swallow him. It was probably because I'd taken so much other cock that week, but I also think it was also because I was so fucking turned on by this guy. Everything that at first seemed ‘Ugly’ tm me when I first saw him now seems hot, sexual and almost primal. Knowing his body was being ravaged by AIDS somehow turned from thing of disgust to a sexual power I wanted. I looked into his AIDS wasted face and now saw my future and boy did that turn me the fuck ON! The POZ daddy pounded the fuck out of me while my raging boner slapped on my belly- oozing a steady stream of precum. His big infected cock was becoming noticeably harder in my ass. It felt thicker and his head was stabbing my second ring with every thrust. I knew he was close. "You gonna let daddy pump his POZ Babies in ya, son? You gonna let your daddy knock you up with his TOXIC Infected baby makers?” He said as his body was shaking. Somehow I felt as if I was already infected as if my brain was becoming POZ moment by moment. I wanted-- no, needed-- to feel him finish inside me! "Yes daddy, I want it, do it POZ ME!!.” was all I said. "Oh, here it cums son! Gonna load you with my POISON swimmers! Going to make you Pregnant right… Fucking… NOW!” A few more deep thrusts and then daddy gave out a throttled cry. I could feel his thick meat pulsing rapidly inside me and I knew his AIDS cum was painting my guts. I came seconds later-- not even touching myself and fell back utterly spent.. looking at his AIDS Wasted body, I felt right then he was the most sexual man in the whole world. Meanwhile as if fueled by unnaturally powers, the POZ Daddy kept fucking my raw, sensitive hole for several more minutes as I recovered. “Just relax my new POZ Son, Daddy wants to make sure his seed gets worked in proper into your new AIDS womb“ he told me. When he pulled out finally, it felt like a fist was being pulled from my ass. The sensation was incredible. My hole was gaping and gobs of his load were dripping onto my sheets. Daddy gently fingered the load back into me. "Gotta make sure my seed infects you boy, Your Boy Pussy is now my POZ Pussy. Daddy wants you to take good care of his seed until you’re finally Pregnant with my POZ babies.” He said as he collapsed on top of me. His skeletal, thin wasted body feeling like the most powerful man ever. After about 10 min of just saying there and catching our breaths, he caressed my body and fixed his eyes to look deep into mine. “You must listen to me Son, I know I have told you that I have given my body over to be consumed by the Virus. That is my purpose. Now that I have found a new home, you must promise me to not do the same. You must live a very long life to keep my strain alive as long as possible. Once my Seed has germinated within you, you must go on meds to stay healthy.” I looked at him shocked, my brain still swimming from accepting a life altering virus into me. “One day you will find you own son and then and only then will you go off meds to pass on my legacy” he said, and at last I understood my new purpose. He stayed the weekend, fucking me several more times. Two weeks later I got the fuck flu and called him back to tell him I was finally Pregnant with his AIDS. It was the happiest day of my life.

Part 21: Pastor Kline's Conversion I walked into my office several days after our four-way with a noticeable waddle, my ass still hurting from Peter’s vigorous fucking. After he filled me, Peter took a few minutes to recover and then fucked Pastor Kline. Dominic fucked me for a while, adding to the cum which was dripping out of my ass. After hours of sex, we were all sweaty, the apartment smelling strongly of testosterone. “I never knew it could feel like this,” Peter said. “What did it feel like with Lewis?” I asked. “Great,” Peter said, “but I was his first. He really didn’t have a handle on anything.” “Did he at least try blowing you?” Dominic asked. “Not really,” Peter said. “We’ll train him,” Dominic said. “Pastor Kline will give him lessons on technique.” “Happily,” Pastor Kline said. Peter and Pastor Kline left soon after, returning to their wives. It took some time for them to clean themselves up, showing no signs of just having had incredible sex. “If you ask me,” Dominic said, returning to the bed where I was waiting, cum dripping out of my ass, soaking the sheets which were already drenched from our sweaty bodies, “I think there’s something in the water at your church. You’ve got gay men popping out of the woodwork left and right.” “Maybe it’s you,” I told him, reaching out and rubbing my hand over his chest. “Maybe we just can’t resist someone as dominant as you.” “Maybe,” he said. I laughed. “What?” he asked. “Nothing,” I told him. “It’s just… I’m now just realizing how close your name is to dominant. You are the Dom in the relationship.” “And you are a ‘Ryder’ of dick,” he said, smiling. “We’re perfect for each other.” “I suppose we are,” I told him. “You know, when Peter was fucking me, I found myself wanting him real hard.” “Should I be jealous?” “No,” I told him. “I wish he could join us, actually.” “Sounds hot,” Dominic said. “Unlikely, but hot. He is married after all.” “True. What do you think they’ll do now? Peter and Pastor Kline? When they convert, what will happen? How will they hide it?” “Neither fucks their wife,” Dominic said. “They’ll have to decide later on what they’ll do with medication, but, for now, it’s all sex and poz cum.” “Are you on meds?” I asked him. “I was for a while,” Dominic said. “I stopped once I knew I wanted your ass.” “How sweet,” I said, grabbing his nipple and pinching hard. “I guess I’ll have to figure out medication at some point too.” “But not now,” Dominic said. “For now, all I want is for you to blow your load in my mouth. Got it?” I nodded. ### “Good morning, Pastor Ryder,” the church secretary said. “Good morning.” I passed Pastor Kline’s office and found the lights off. “Where’s Pastor Kline?” I asked. “Sick,” she said. “He called this morning saying he has the flu and won’t be in all week.” “Oh,” I said, stopping myself from smiling. “He just needs our prayer,” she said. “He sure does,” I said. As soon as I was in my office I called Pastor Kline’s number. “Hello?” a groaning voice said. “It’s Will,” I said, my voice low. “I just heard you’re sick.” “Sure am,” Pastor Kline said. “Do you think it could be… well, you know.” “Most likely,” I told him. “Look, I’ll be over in a day or two to check on you. I’ll call Dominic and make sure he knows. He’ll let you know everything you need to do to get through this.” “Thanks, Will,” he said. “I was starting to think it would never happen.” As soon as I ended the call I called Dominic. “Are you sure?” he asked. “Positive,” I said. “Well, I guess we don’t know that part yet, but you know what I mean.” “I’ll call Dr. Wade and make an appointment for him.” “You’ll have to give yourself another tally mark,” I said. “Seems so. Heard anything from Peter?” “Not yet,” I told him. “All we need to do now is get Peter to bring Lewis into our little gang. Then, we’ll move onto Pastor Kline’s son.” “Lewis won’t be much of a problem,” I said. “Pastor Kline’s son will be the challenge.” “We’ll make it happen.” Two days later I visited Pastor Kline. “The poor thing is so sick,” Mrs. Kline said. “I’ve barely been able to get anything done, trying to keep him going.” “If you want,” I told her, “I’ll stay here with him for a few hours if you want to go out and do some shopping.” “Would you do that?” “Of course,” I told her. Once she was gone, I went into their bedroom, finding Pastor Kline looking deathly ill. Shit, I thought. Had I looked like this? Pastor Kline’s eyes opened, a smile forming once he recognized me. “Will. How are you?” “I’m good,” I said. “You’ve looked better.” “Is my wife nearby?” he asked. “No. She just left to go shopping. I told her I would look after for you’re a while.” “Good,” he said. “Fuck. Did you feel this bad?” “Almost,” I told him. “In a few days, you’ll get super horny.” “I’m horny now,” he said, his hand moving beneath the covers and rubbing his crotch. “Do you want some help?” I asked. “If you don’t mind,” he said. I pulled down the covers and slipped down his underwear, revealing his growing cock. It was true that Pastor Kline’s dick was nothing special, but it was hot knowing I was holding the cock of a man of God. A man who had poz blood coursing through his veins, converting his body. As if my thought entered his mind, Pastor Kline’s cock started to stiffen in my hand. I ran my thumb over the head, smearing precum. “That feels amazing,” Pastor Kline moaned. I leaned forward and ran my tongue from the base of his cock all the way up to the tip, sending waves throughout his body. I held his balls in my hand, wrapping my fingers around his scrotum and pulling down. “I’m not going to let you cum yet,” I said. “We’ve got a while until your wife gets back.” “I’m all yours,” he said. I swallowed his dick, taking it all with ease. I had to pace myself, slowly moving my tongue along his shaft, applying just enough pressure to keep him hard but not enough to make him cum. After nearly an hour my jaw was getting sore. “Ready to cum?” I asked him. “Always,” he moaned, running his hand through my hair. He smiled. “What?” “Nothing,” he said. “I just never imagined I would ever see you sucking my dick.” “Well, a few months ago, I wouldn’t have thought I would be,” I told him, licking the head, a string of precum stretching out and landing in my beard. He moved his thumb along my face, wiping up the precum and inserting it in my mouth. “I’ve wanted you ever since you were hired,” Pastor Kline said. "Why?" I asked. "I know I'm sort of good looking-" "Try fucking hot," Pastor Kline said, straining to laugh. "You remind me of a man I went to college with years ago. Fuck, I wanted him. I almost tried to corner him one night, but I stopped myself. God, if I saw him again..." "You'd fuck his brains out?" "I'd get as much out of him as I could," Pastor Kline said. "Back when we hired you, I think I was hoping for another chance." "Well," I told him, "you got it." He ran his hand along my face, fingers moving over my beard. “I used to stay up late, wait for my wife to fall asleep, and think about you fucking me.” “Dreams come true,” I said. He smiled. “Sometimes, I’d fantasize about you and my son taking turns fucking me. Then you’d fuck him, taking both of us.” “You’ve really got something for your son, don’t you?” “He’s just so handsome,” Pastor Kline said. “I know he’s my son, but don’t you get it? You fucked your brother. Wasn’t that a special connection?” “It was,” I admitted, thinking back, crossing a line so few crossed. I still hadn't heard from Jay, and an anger still remained, but there was no denying the fact that what had happened between us had been incredible. “I just don’t want you to get your hopes up. I also don’t want you to risk your relationship. What if you make a move, and you’re wrong?” “I know,” he said. “We’re just gonna need to get Lewis on our side first. If anyone’s got a shot, it’s him.” “Peter’s working on that,” I said. I watched as Pastor Kline closed his eyes, low moans escaping his lips. “Keep your eyes closed,” I told him. I stood up and pulled down my pants and underwear, my cock already hard. I climbed up on the bed and situated myself between his legs, hoisting them up over my shoulders, revealing his hole. “I want you to imagine I’m your son. Say whatever it is you’d want to say to him. Got it?” Pastor Kline nodded. I spit in my hand and rubbed it along my dick and on his hole. I pressed my head against his opening and pushed inside, moving beyond the resistance and causing him to shudder and gasp. “Oh, Will,” he said. “No,” I told him, pushing harder, forcing more of myself inside. “Not Will.” “Ryan,” he moaned, his hands reaching up to his nipples which he started to twist. Having fucked Pastor Kline many times before, I knew what made his body lose control. I knew what would make him cum from just his ass. I knew what would make him feel what he had always wanted to feel: his son fucking him. “Is this what you want, Dad?” I whispered, shoving myself deep inside him, his back arching, hands shaking. “Am I making you feel good?” “Yes, Son.” “Do you like knowing that the dick that you made is inside you?” “Yes.” “Is it filling you?” “It’s so big.” “Do you want me to breed you?” “I need your cum.” “How badly?” “I need it so bad. I need it deep inside me, Son.” “Will you be my pig?” “Forever.” “Will you give me your ass whenever I need it?” “It’s always yours.” My breathing was shallow, my orgasm rising. I reached out and grabbed his arms, pulling them up and over his head, pinning him down. His eyes opened, looking straight into mine. “You’re mine,” I said, slamming my dick hard into his ass, unloading deep. My arms shook, unable to hold my weight. I collapsed on his chest, both our chests heaving as we tried to catch our breath. I felt something wet around my stomach and looked down, seeing a small pool of cum beneath Pastor Kline’s dick. I lifted myself off him and scooped up his cum on my finger and stuck it in my mouth, my eyes meeting his as I savored his first poz load. “Fuck,” he moaned, smiling big. “I’ve never felt so bad but been so happy.” I collected more of his cum and dropped it into his mouth, watching as he licked his lips. “Taste good?” “Amazing,” he said. I pulled my dick out, watching as my cum squirted out on the sheets. “While I love the smell of men and sex,” I told him, “we probably should clean you up before your wife gets home.” “You’re right,” he said. “Just give me a second. I want to bask in this for a moment more.” I changed his sheets and helped him into the bathroom where he shit out my cum, much to his disappointment. I helped him shower and blew him again. Once he was clean and unable to cum anymore, I returned him to his newly made bed. “Do you think it’ll ever happen?” he asked me. “What?” “Ryan,” he said. “I want more than anything for him to fuck me.” “Well,” I said. “Remember how much you hoped I’d fuck you one day? That happened. Hell, we’ve fucked so many times, I’ve lost count.” “That’s true,” he said. After a few minutes he fell asleep. Not long after his wife returned. “How is he?” “Tired,” I told her. “I know a doctor to call should he get worse. Just let me know.” “Thank you, Will.” “My pleasure,” I said, smiling. ### “How is he?” Dominic asked. “Feeling sick,” I told him. “I kept him company.” “And by that you mean…” “I fucked him while pretending to be his son,” I said. “Then I tasted his first poz load and then fed him the rest. I also blew him.” “If only I had had you when I converted,” Dominic said, kissing me. My phone vibrated, revealing a call. I looked at the ID and found Jay's name. "Hello?" "Will," Jay's voice said over the phone, an excitement within the single word. "I've got some great news..." _________________________________________________________________________________________ As I said in my previous chapter post, we've reached the point of what I have written. I'm working on writing more, but life gets in the way. I'll be taking a short break so that I can get more written. I'm hoping this isn't a story that could go on forever, so I'm trying to figure out a good ending. What it will be, who knows. If you have ideas or there's something you want to see, please let me know. No promises they'll happen, but I love seeing your thoughts. Until our next Sermon, keep fucking.

Here's a new story I'm just starting on. I hope all you hot horny studs like it! “She Doesn't Need to Know” Part 1 As I peddled my bike faster, bringing me closer to the little park in our community, my mind was going in a number of different directions. What am I doing, I asked myself more than once? My wife is back at home with both of our children. That's where I should be. Yet I was being drawn like a magnet toward the park. The place where my life had changed just a week ago. I've always been athletic and taken care of my body. Standing 6” tall, weighing in at 180 pounds, my body was solid and toned. My hair was blond, with green eyes and a thin covering of blond hair on my pecs and abs. I had been approached by lots of women over the years but had never entertained the thought of cheating on her. I loved her and she was the only one I'd ever been with. We married right out of high school, both of us eighteen, and there were no regrets. Within 4 years of getting married we had a boy and a girl, and they were perfect as far as I was concerned. My family meant everything to me. I was 40 and on top of the world. At least until last week, I thought, as I felt my thick 8” cock begin throbbing inside my bicycle shorts as the memories took over. I had begun taking a weekly bike ride after work and was usually gone an hour to an hour and a half. Last week, for some reason I decided to ride through the park. It was laid out very nice and it was a pleasant place to be while getting exercised. I stopped at a water fountain inside the park and took a good long drink. As I raised my head, I saw him. A lean almost skinny shirtless young man. His chest was smooth, his sweaty bangs hanging across his forehead and his eyes locked on me. Something inside me stirred but I didn't know what it was but couldn't ignore it. He looked to be maybe 21 or 22, just barely older than my son Jeremy. Although he was thin it was obvious his body was hard and toned. Trying to break our stare, without any success, I saw him get off the picnic table he was sitting on and walk in my direction. My heart started beating and I felt a sheen of sweat all over my body. Before I could move he was standing in front of me, smiling at me and running a hand across his smooth chest and hard nips. “Hey man, how's it going? Haven't seen you here before. I'm Drew.” He held out the hand that had just been caressing his slim body and I instinctively shook it and told him my name was Justin. “Nice to meet you, Justin”, he said stepping closer. “Dude you are hot! Your body looks fucking great!” I had never even thought about a guy sexually before but for some reason his words went to my head – or rather heads. I shook my head to clear it and said, “Hey man, thanks, but I'm straight and happily married with 2 kids. I don't go for guys. It's just not my thing.” “That's cool Justin. I was just giving you the compliment you deserve. I'm bi myself and just love hot sex and partying. I bet we'd have some real good fun together. Fun you'll never have with your wife. What do you say, man? Wanna hang out for a while and just see what happens? I promise you'll like it”, he finished with a sly grin as he reached out a hand and ran it over my thighs. I know he felt the shiver run through my body at his touch and his proposition. “Hey man, thanks. You seem like a cool dude, but I...I just can't.” “Is your wife expecting you home soon,” he asked. Without thinking I said no, no particular time. He stepped closer so we were just inches apart. He leaned toward my ear and whispered in a low seductive voice, “C'mon Justin. You know you want to. I promise I won't try anything if you don't want to. But if you've never been with a guy before, how can you know it's not for you?”, he finished licking my ear with the tip of his tongue and rubbing his hand against my now fully hard cock. WTF?! I screamed in my head, but said out loud to him, “Okay. I'm good with just hanging for a bit.” His smile widened making his face the most beautiful thing I'd seen up until then. “Cool! I live just a block away. C'mon. Let's have some fun.” As he started walking off, I followed him, my head in a daze and my cock dripping. Within 10 minutes we were inside his small but tidy 1 bedroom apartment. He told me to make myself comfortable and asked if I wanted something to drink. A water I answered as he headed toward what I figured was the kitchen. When he returned in one hand he had a glass of ice water for me and his other hand held what looked like a glass of coke. He chuckled as if he was reading my mind. “Rum and coke, bro. It relaxes me and sometimes gets me wired up. I can fix you one if you want. Just let me know.” “I'm good with the water” I said taking a big gulp and emptying half the glass. “Cool, man. Drink all you want and whatever you want.” He looked at me intently as I drained the last of the water and grabbed it asking if I wanted a refill. I said yes and in a moment I was taking another deep drink. It tasted so good, but I felt myself getting hot and starting to sweat. But I was feeling a bit more relaxed and asked if he minded if I tool off my shirt. A look I didn't recognize filled his eyes as he smiled and told me to take off whatever I wanted to. “Let me see your hot sweaty dad body.” I didn't know what that meant but still felt a thrill hearing him say the words. I peeled off my tight sweat-soaked shirt and immediately heard Drew say, “Oh fuck dude! What a hot sexy hairy bod! Your wife is one lucky lady.” I chuckled selfconsciously and said I hope she thinks so. Moving so that we were now sitting next to each other on the couch he asked, “Does your wife play with your nips to get you turned on? Most guys I know love having their nips played with and given some attention. Does she do that for you, Justin?” I shook my head “no” before telling him I'd never heard anything about nip play for guys although I loved playing with my wife's tits. Without asking or saying a word Drew reached out his hand and I felt his cool palm rub across both of my nips and back again. “Ah, damn dude! That feels fantastic!” “Yeah, you like me playing with your hard stiff daddy nips doncha Justin? Makes you horny, huh?” “Hornier than I've been in a long time”, I admitted. “What about this?” he asked leaning down and forward and wrapping his wet lips around one of my nips. “Oh gawd! Fuck! I've never felt anything like that before. It feels damn amazing!” “I knew you'd like it daddy,” he said moving his lips and tongue to the other nip. “There's more things I know you'll like if you want me to show you. But only what you want. Tell me to stop anytime and I will.” My cock was harder than I ever remember it being and it and the foggy feeling in my head were both now in control. “Yeah, yeah, sure. That's good. If it's stuff that will feel like this.” “It'll feel even better than this I promise. Hey how about I fix both of us a rum and coke first?” I agreed and as he walked off found myself pulling on my own nips wishing his mouth was on them instead. He was back in a few moments carrying two glasses and a small black leather pouch-like bag in one hand. He handed me my drink and we toasted as we both took big gulps. “I know you're relaxing some man but I can tell you're still uptight. I have something here that will help you relax even more and enjoy yourself.” With that he opened the pouch and pulled out a couple of lighters, a small baggie with chunks of something white in it and a small glass pipe with a rounded bowl on the end and a hole in the top. My head cleared just a little, enough for me to say, “Whoa man! I don't do drugs. No way.” “This isn't like pot or anything like that bro,” he chuckled. “It just helps you to relax and open yourself to the kind of fun we can have together. Let me show you.” He opened the small baggie and transferred some of the white crystal-like pieces into the pipe's bowl then lit a lighter and placed it under the bowl. “See the smoke starting to swirl and grow thicker? It always gets my blood rushing.” I watched as he moved the pipe's stem toward his lips. “Now, when the smoke is going good, you just barely put the stem to your lips and inhale as deep as you can. Hold it in a few seconds then blow it out. It's fucking sweet dude!” And saying that he did exactly what he'd said and I watched strangely turned on as he kept sucking on that smoke filled pipe. Finally he took the pipe from his lips and looking at me blew a thick white cloud of smoke into my face. Instead of being pissed at such a move I strangely found myself excited. He saw it in my face and grinned. “You like seeing me do that?” “Hell yeah”, I said. “I don't know why but it got me hot as hell!” “Wait until you do it yourself. I'll hold the lighter and you just inhale when I tell you, ok?” I nodded, scared but turned on at the same time. Not giving me time to think, Drew placed the loaded pipe at my lips and lit the flame. We watched the smoke build up then he told me to “suck it in daddy. Suck it good”. And I did. I filled my lungs then when he pulled it away I looked at him for direction. “Hold it, hold it. Yeah that's it. Now stud blow a cloud for me!” I exhaled and was enveloped in a cloud even bigger than Drew's. Instantly I felt a rush in my brain, my body and dick. I'd never been this horned in my life! “You want another one daddy?” Drew asked scooting next to me so our legs were touching. “Yes, please,” I panted. “I want more!” Once more he placed the pipe at my lips and lit the flame. While I inhaled this second hit I suddenly felt his fingers pinching and pulling on one of my nips. The sensation made me gasp making me inhale more smoke. Pulling the pipe away he kept his fingers on my nip as I writhed and moaned. At last he told me to exhale and when I did I felt his lips and tongue on my hard nips. Instinctively I grabbed the back of his head to hold his mouth where it felt so good and right. “Oh fuck yeah baby!” I moaned. He looked up at me and smiled. “How you feeling now daddy? You like what we're doing? Am I making you feel good?” “I am feeling awesome! I love it!! Nobody's ever made me feel this good. Please don't stop!” His hand dropped to my bulging crotch and squeezed making me moan louder. “Oh we're not stopping yet, daddy. Not by a fucking long shot!” **Let me know what you think men. Should I continue Justin's tale?**

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I’m 25 and still quite twinky. It was Halloween weekend and the theme was kinky Halloween so I dressed in my football shorts, football top and ski mask. I cut out a hole around the mouth so I could drink at the club and, you know, suck cock. There were so many hot lads at the club but none of clicked. I was so horned though that on the way home I decided to go to the dirtier of the cities gay saunas – it was Halloween after all. The changing rooms and showers were on one level and the cabins, dark room, fetish room and saunas were downstairs. I had a shower and some of the other hot lads from the club came in. I thought “wow, I’m going to have to be careful, there are some very hot lads here but this sauna has some dirty ones too”. Whilst I loved that sauna and had amazing sex there I knew I attracted some dangerous company. There was one amazingly buff, muscular bear with such a big thick meaty cock that I fancied the pants off of but he was poz and barebacked only so was off limits. His loads were so toxic the guys at the sauna call him Babydaddy; cause he’s knocked so many lads up with his poz babies. However the danger from Babydaddy had passed as he came after me a few times and I wouldn’t bareback and eventually he gave up. As I dried off I thought I’d be more adventurous than usual so put my mask from the club back on and put the towel back in the locker. I have a big dick and a peachy ass and I’m not afraid to show it. The lads love my six pack too. As I got downstairs I walked along the corridor and saw some fit lads in the cabins including Babydaddy. That furry muscled chest always made me flutter a little. Shortly after I passed I felt a hand on my peachy ass and when I turned round I was surprised to see Babydaddy. He said “are you a new twink on the block or is it just the mask”. I realized that he didn’t recognize me. He dropped his towel and to reveal his absolutely massive meaty cock standing to attention. I couldn’t speak. “I see you let your cock do the talking”. He was right my meat had sprung up. “You want my raw cock inside you. I regained my senses and said “I’d love your cock but I don’t do bareback”. He said “hmm since your new and totally fit I might go a bit easy on you but it could be more difficult than you think as I can see you’re in a slutty mood, if we breed I will make you pregnant but it will be your choice whether we use condoms or not. I will only give you one chance – if you miss it we either fuck raw or you miss my power cock”. I began to think it might be my lucky night – there was no way I was going to bareback but I also wanted to ride it so bad. Baby daddy asked “Wanna show off for a bit and get your ass licked?”. I replied “I do indeed!” As Baby daddy said that this fit cub walked by and I looked him up and down. Baby daddy said “this is Brad, one of my boys, my posion seed flows through his veins”. He replied “so proud, the day I became a man”. Baby daddy asked “you ever use condoms?”. He replied “sometimes, especially with twinks like this – sometimes they insist on it”. I asked him where they are and he replied at reception but some guys carry them round. He noted he had one on him if I wanted to use it and he winked at Babydaddy saying “and if you let him”. Babydaddy grinned and said “I’ll let this lad use a condom with who he wants but I’m getting it raw”. I replied “no sir, I’m safe sex only”. Brads face lit up and asked “so your still neg but want Babydaddy’s meaty cock”. I replied I needed it so bad but he said he might let me use a condom. Babydaddy said “so hears the deal, you want ur ass licked and I want my knob sucked, no-one got hurt by sucking a cock right! You got 15 mins from now to get a condom otherwise it’s raw or no deal! Understood?” I replied “yes sir and Brad’s got a rubber so we’re cool”. Babydaddy slapped my ass and said “yup we’re good”. Babydaddy put one arm around Brad and one arm around me and led us back to his cabin. He handed me his poppers and said “have a good sniff lad”. I was only too happy to”. After several deep huffs Babydaddy asked “you wanna get a rubber – there’s 13 minutes left”. I replied no it’s cool Brad has one. With that I stuck my smooth peach in the air and Babydaddy started to lick my ass”. Brad dropped his towel to reveal a massive meaty schlong. He said since he got pozzed by Babydaddy he started to top more often. I asked if I could get it hard and he said no problem. I moved away from Babydaddy and started to suck Brad’s hot cock hungrily, it began to swell and throb but I’ve learned many a trick and was able to take it deep in me. Brad moaned and I knew my cocksucking was working. Baby daddy said “I need me some of this so I stood up for a bit, sniffed my poppers then kissed all down his chest until I was sucking his massive cock. I knelt down with my ass in the air and my mouth around Babydaddy’s weapon. The musk, poppers and cock made me so horny that I began to lose track of time. I hungrily sucked Babydaddy’s big cock feeling the amazing sensation of it growing in my mouth”. As I did so Brad opened a sachet of lube and started fingering my hole. I moaned with my mouth still round Babydaddy’s meat and Brad started to rub his hard raw cock against my hole. I stopped sucking to say “put the condom on sir”. He said “are you sure, theres only 5 mins left and I’ve only got one, you should get another while I do”. I replied “I’ll go nearer the time, I need you in me”. He put on the condom and slipped inside me. The feeling of cock in my mouth and ass was intense. I started touching my cock but Babydaddy barked “no touching loser – we can’t have runts like you cumming”. He was right. I moaned as Brad’s fucking picked up. Babydaddy took his cock out of my mouth and then slapped my face with it. I said “I love your cock Brad”. Babydaddy looked at his watch and said “one min little bro, whats it to be run away and grab a condom or let Brad finish. Brad moaned “I’m close, don’t blue ball me bro”. I begged “please give me a popper countdown, let me get dumb, let the bottle decide”. Bady daddy said “good boy, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1”. I held for another 5 seconds then inhaled with the other nostril. “I can’t blueball Brad – shoot bro”. He pumped for another 2 minutes of pure pleasure then I felt his cock expand inside me and he growled “here cums bro – wish it was raw”. With that Babydaddy and Brad kissed passionately with Brad’s dick still in my hole. Babydaddy said “so proud of my poz son, before I converted him he was a pure bottom and now he tops like a champ”. I moaned in pleasure. Brad slowly pulled out of me then took the condom off and placed it on my back. Babydaddy said “dear oh dear, looks like you’ve ran out of time and the one condom has already been used. What should we do”. Not being allowed to touch my dick while Brad was giving me one of the best fucks I’d had made me very horny. I begged “Babydaddy you’re cock is so meaty and thick I need it!!! Wanna see my face”. He pulled the ski mask off my mask and laughed “oh so its safe sex boy begging for my raw dick – go on then”. I whimpered “please daddy, please do me raw, please breed me, make me yours”. He laughed “my toxic cock is gonna enjoy this but you always play safe so we will use a condom – we’ll use Brad’s condom to lube you up – even more of daddy’s DNA will be inside you – make sure its safe to know you’ll convert – you ready to become a man twinky?” I got to my knees and looked up at Babydaddy towering about me, his pecs dominating my brain. I begged “please daddy, please breed me, make me part of your gang, make Halloween my conversion day, Infect me with your cum”. Babydaddy picked up the used condom held it in front of my face and said “you’ve made your choice, your lust for toxic cock made you use your last condom on Brad, you could have got more condoms but Brad’s toxic cock just felt too good. And now your begging for toxic cock raw”. I replied “yes sir, I need you in me, I’m ready for it, poz me”. Babydaddy said “but you always use a condom right?” I nodded sheepishly and he dangled Brad’s cumfilled condom in front of me hypnotically. “can you lube me with Brad’s manly DNA, use the condom, be safe”. Babydaddy told me to lie down on the front and sniff the poppers, as I did so I felt the rubber on my butt and finger in my ass. Just after I inhaled a huge sniff I felt the smooth feeling of cum running down my hole. Babydaddy laughed saying “no point resisting my dick now, you already got Brad’s poz cum in you”. I took another deep sniff of poppers and stood up kissing Babydaddy so passionately. I begged Babydaddy “I need you inside me so bad”. He lay down his dick proud and hard “it’s time but it’s your choice, walk out and I’ll ride Brad or get pozzed by this venomous snake, you have to actively choose, walk out thee door or slide down on my pole. I lowered myself onto Babydaddy’s poison rod. I kissed him again, then his chest as my hole got used to the poz monster inside me. Then I started to pump his cock with my hole begging him to use me and make me his poz son. I felt amazing to take such an alpha raw inside me. This was the night an apex alpha would make me pregnant. Eventually he threw me off and said “lick my balls”. I greedily sucked on his huge meaty balls. He said “I’m about to shove my venomous snake back in you raw – beg if you want it”. I begged “please Daddy, infect me, poz me, push Brad’s toxins further inside me. You can use my hole as often as you want, fuck me as often as you can until the poison takes hold”. He ordered my to get doggy style and without warning rammed his thick cock deep in me. It took me a moment to catch my breath then he picked up the pace and started pumping. Babydaddy asked “can you feel Brad’s seed being pushed into you”. I replied “yes sir, I love it, I need yours too, all those toxic swimmers inside me”. I’d never felt so full – his dick was the biggest I’d had and it felt so intimate raw. I begged “please give me your toxic seed, make me pregnant, be my daddy”. With that his cock began to swell, he slowed down and then I could actually feel him pumping a massive load inside me. “Oh daddy, your pozzing me” I moaned. As he thrust in my cock shot out so much cum. “Daddy this is my first hands free cum”. He pulled me back so he was lying down with me on top of him and his hard cock still inside. He laughed “I have that effect on lads, especially neg ones I’m pozzing – Its your balls pushing out the unfertile neg seed – how does it feel becoming a real man”. I replied “that was the best sex of my life, I never knew raw felt so good”. Babydaddy said “you’ll remember this day forever, the night you got the bug, once it grows in you, you’ll feel confident enough to top. Cherish my sperm and keep it inside you overnight”. All I could say was “yes sir!”.

If a bottom asks me for a condom, I'll always say yes. What they don't know is that I buy my condoms in bulk at Costco at the start of every winter. I keep them inside my BBQ grill in the backyard all winter so they sit in sub-zero weather for months, then move them to my car trunk at the start of every summer so they get roasted in heat for a few more months. And now they're ready, because it's now back-to-school season. Same routine every year. Did I bring any lube? Of course I did. They don't know it's Vaseline though. This little 19-year-old invited me over to his one-bedroom apartment, starting his sophomore year of college, recently heartbroken by his college fling of a boyfriend and now looking to explore with a daddy type since he's so over "boys his age." He had a typical twink frame at 5'7" being toned but not muscular, hairless except for his shaggy dirty blonde hair on top of his pretty face with green eyes, and introverted body language as if he needed to be fostered like a lost puppy. This fag was bound to get into trouble eventually in the wrong hands, it just so happens to be mine. I'm going to throw this bitch around with my 6'1" ex-football player dad bod, but only after I've gained his trust. It's so much more satisfying that way, plus this one seems dumb as shit, best to get into his head now so he knows what he's made for. As I lay in his double bed beside him, spooning his body with mine, I can tell he's melting in front of me. His eyes linger on mine, hungering for affection, and I indulge every little bit of his desires. His moans and purring confirms what I know, he's in heat. I smell his neck gently and slowly before licking it, gliding my tongue towards his earlobes as I take a nibble, simultaneously pinching his pink nipples. I feel his tender body jolt every few moments against my hairy chest, his smooth little butt bucking against my dripping uncut 8" member. His little cock was dripping precum, a short little 4 incher sticking straight out spraying pre every time he spasmed from pleasure, the pre what would become my lube for his pussy. My lips found his and I invaded his sweet teenage mouth, ravishing his untainted taste, getting riled up at the thought of injecting him with my poison. And it will be all his fault when he finds out, because he should've been asking me the right questions, it was just too easy to fool this fag. "Hey baby boy, do you have a condom? I want to make sure we're playing safe..." I whispered gently into his ear. "Sorry daddy, me and my ex always fucked bare because we were monogamous..." the twink asked. Most tops would say no and pressure their fag to take it anyway, not that this one needed any convincing. But the process usually starts with just gently teasing the hole, circular motions, always with just the tip, and then they get so hungry after the head slips in "by accident" that they inevitably just succumb to their needs and takes a raw dicks. Fags are simple minded creatures. But my style is covert, as if I'm an agent on a mission. I want zero perceived culpability. I'm the good daddy that could never hurt you on the outside. On the inside I'm thinking you fucking dumb little shits, a horny bottom's stupidity turns me on so fucking much and they deserve to get knocked up. That's the only real way to learn about sexual education, not that garbage they teach you in high school. "Aww baby, I'm a little nervous now..." I pretended to say. The little twink got worried about being rejected immediately and turned his angelic little face towards mine with worried eyes. "B-but, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" he asked in trembles. "I don't usually do this hookup app thing that often, I know it's more for boys your age like you who wants to play around all the time, I get it you're young and horny nonstop, I just, we have to be cautious especially with people on the internet," I explained. And before he could utter a single retort, I hurriedly asked my next question which I knew would seal the deal. "You promise me you're clean, right?" I asked along with convincingly fearful anticipation. I had to be the level-headed top, the safe one. "Oh my God yes, daddy I promise, I promise I'm clean, I'm a good boy, I've only ever been fucked by my ex, nobody else, I swear on my life I'm clean" he pleaded. "I mean, I guess I can trust you baby, but I mean, I've only known you since tonight... We have to use a condom okay? Thankfully I brought some just in case, call me old-fashioned, but you have to be prepared. Here, I'll even leave an extra one for you, a cute boy like you I'm sure gets a lot of action," I said, with the not-so-subtle subtext that basically reads him like a slut. "No, no, daddy, I won't need it, I mean, unless I'm with you again?" he asked. Desperate little cunt, he is. He's so hungry for my approval he hasn't even asked me my status. "Let's start slow, okay baby? Here, let's just feel close to each other while you wrap my cock up for me, can you do that baby?" I requested as I pecked him with a bunch of mini-kisses to show affection. Without a word the twink grabs the condom wrapper, rips it open and reaches between his legs, past his little cock and starts to unroll the latex on my thick erect pole poking out between his legs. He needs to wrap it so he knows it's there, he feels ownership over his own safety. It'll be his fault if it breaks, because he put it on wrong. With my cock sheathed and prepared, I pinch his little dick with my left hand to grab his pre, he squeals with delight as I rub his tender little boy head, and I proceed to grease my dong with his copious precum. Before I attempt to put pressure on his pussy, he suddenly reaches out to his bedside table and grabs a bottle of poppers. Oh, this is gonna be good. He returns back into position being my little spoon as he starts to huff. I circle my cock head on his sphincter as he huffs, and as soon as the poppers get recapped with the top, I start to sink my cock inside this teen hole. Slowly, firmly, deeply. "Ooohhhhh, m-m-my, GOD!!!!!! Dah-deeeee!" he screams as his pretty eyes bulge out of his eyes, digging his fingers into my thighs as I press against him, bending him slowly forward while nestled in the big spoon of my body. "Shhhh, shhh, it's okay baby boy, it's okay, just let me in, okay? Your hole has a visitor who needs to be let in, and you want to invite him in don't you?" I cooed into his ear. He began thrashing from pain and pleasure but started to steady his breathing before replying. "Y-y-yes, daddy, I'm just, I'm just so FULL, my dick feels like it's going to explode, I've never felt like this before..." he explained in a euphoric state. I knew his prostate was firing off pleasure signals all over his teenage body. He's beginning to feel what he's meant to feel like, finally. He's also squeezing my throbbing cock with his pretty pussy involuntarily as he struggles, and with only my spit as lube that rubber's bound to break any second. Before it does I make my next move. "Maybe some lube will make it fit easier baby, do you have any lube?" "N-n-no daddy, sorry, I've never needed it because my ex's cock was never as huge as yours!" "Damn, alright, no condoms OR lube?" I asked, passively and aggressively suggesting that he's a slut. "Uh-uh I mean, I" he stammered. "Oh wait, I remember, I have some Vaseline that I use for my lips when it gets dry out, that should do the trick, hold on a second," I replied as I withdrew my wrapped cock from his hungry hole. He groaned from feeling empty as I pulled out and got on all fours on the bed as I grabbed my little pot of Vaseline from the pocket in my jacket on the ground beside the bed. I got behind this teenage ass and slapped my sheathed dick on his hole a few times as he enjoyed another hit of his poppers. I passed him the Vaseline pot after taking the lid off. "Wanna lube up daddy's cock for me, baby boy?" "Yes daddy!" And with that he proceeded to stick two fingers into the little pot and smeared the Vaseline all over my cock very excitedly. Since it was only his hands this whole time wrapping me up and lubing me up, he can't blame me if the condom breaks. Which it will once he starts squeezing my cock again with his pussy while the Vaseline breaks down the latex. Fucking dumb neg twink. He positions the head of my wrapped cock to his hole and starts pulling me in. I slowly enter him until his hand leaves my cock, at which point I drive balls deep in one motion. "Ohhhhh-my-GAWD daddy! You're hitting all my spots!" the little bitch said. He took yet another hit of his poppers and started to buck like a bronco against my cock. "Damn boy, you need to slow down or you're going to make me cum!" "FUCK yes daddy, I want to make you feel good! Does my pussy feel good to you, daddy? Do you like that? Am I being a good boy for you?" "Oh fuck yes baby boy, but I want to enjoy this for longer, your pussy is really working my cock, damn!" I slap his right ass cheek, and with that, I knew the rubber was a goner. I'm now rawdogging this slut and I know he's already getting some pre in his guts because I leak like a faucet. I didn't need the Vaseline, it's just assurance for the illusion. But now it's gametime. "Mmmmm, I feel soooo good hearing you say that, daddy, I'm so proud that I can make you feel good!" This teen sub faggot just kept going and didn't let up. This is perfect, I needed him in heat, for his horniness to take over to make him feel all the guilt for what's about to happen. "B-baby, you, you gotta take it easy, daddy's feeling too good! Fuck baby! I love your pussy!" "Mmmmm good because I'm feeling sooooo good right now daddy, I've never felt more full! I just need it more and more!" He was in an absolute frenzy, piledriving his ass onto my rod, he's so bottomed out and gooned out on his prostate pleasure that he's not even listening to me anymore. "Baby I should pull out just to check-" "NO, daddy! Stay inside!" "But I just want to check-" "No daddy your cock is perfect inside me, you can't pull out now this feels SO AMAZING! Don't leave my ass, PLEASE!" He was squeezing my ass extra hard now, but with all the Vaseline and my poison precum sloshed inside his teenage guts the feeling was starting to make me tremble, my poz load boiling inside my balls, imminently boiling over to flood his young guts. "B-baby, if you keep doing that with your ass daddy's gonna... daddy's gonna..." "FUCK ME DADDY! FUCKING BREED ME!" "OH FUCK I'M CUMMINGGGG!!!!!" I slammed into his pretty pussy one last time and I throbbed, hard, for at least 1 full minute. My cock just kept throwing up semen over and over again, I could feel the pulses of my cock reverberate deep inside his ass as he squeezed my cock back in-kind with every volley of cum leaving my body. It wasn't until I finally finished and started to come down from my euphoria that I realized the boy came hands free beneath me. And damn, did that boy shoot lots, and far. It was like a Pollock painting on the bed sheets. We were both raggedly breathing, slowing down as I slumped over his smooth and beautiful twink body. I kissed his neck and nibbled his ear lobes. "Thank you, wow, you are incredible." The twink turned his head backwards with what looked like tears in his eyes. He had a mixture of sadness, relief, but most of all, satiated lust in his eyes. I knew he was thinking about his boyfriend right now, but also of what a good fuck we just gave each other. He began to kiss me, and I returned his kiss with the same tenderness. He breaks for a second to look into my eyes. "That was, the best sex I've ever had in my life. Wow, my ex never fucked me like that. I've only ever cum handsfree from playing with dildos, but never while actually getting fucked. You were my first!" He began kissing me with more tongue and passion this time. This boy is bonding to me. I couldn't have asked for a better way for this to turn out, because it sets up my next maneuver. "Let me just pull out, baby, I'm still inside you," I said with a wink. I stood myself back up on my knees by steading my arms and hands on his ass cheeks. I ever so slowly began to pull out my cock from his hole that seemed to still suck me back in if it could. And this is where I should be nominated for an Oscar. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" I screamed. "What's wrong?! What happened?!" the twink squealed as he quickly turned himself to me also on his knees on the bed. There he stared down at my cock with the condom shredded, hanging by a thread of my still slicked pole with his ass juices and my cum. It honestly made my cock jump again and caused another glob of cum to flick onto the twink's little boner. "The condom, it broke! The fucking condom broke! Oh no, oh no, this is horrible, fuck how could this have happened!" I demanded with such remorse and regret. I was actually incredibly turned on at this moment but channeled my passion into my "anger." The twink had to understand that I was upset and would never want this to happen. "Oh fuck, I don't know, how could th-" "I told you! I wanted to pull out to check to see if the condom was still okay, but you begged me to stay inside and squeezed my cock so hard with your ass, it must've made the rubber break from all that pressure, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I should've put the condom on myself to be sure it was on properly, FUCK! I'm so stupid!" I yelled as I put my face into my hands. The boy sounded like he was about to start bawling. Just as I wanted, he has now assumed responsibility blindly for me breeding his neg ass. "I gotta go, I need, I need to go to a clinic or something right now, I'm so freaked out," I suggested to myself. "But you said you were clean, right?" "Of course I'm clean, but I can't be sure that you are! Look, you're real sweet, but I barely know you, I don't know who you've been with or what you do with other guys- "Daddy I promise you're only the second person I've ever been with! I swear I'm clean!" "I know you're saying that, but I'm sorry I don't know you well enough to truly believe that yet. I need to go, I'm so sorry," I explained as I quickly gathered my clothes on. The boy was desperate for words but nothing came out except for some indeterminable noises. He was in crisis mode but his brain couldn't work fast enough to say something to make me calm down or stay. That little innocent idiot. I looked at him one more time once my shoes were on, and gave him a look that must've read that I'm trying to be polite, but most of all worried. I half-smiled at him and bolted for the front door and then the stairs to the ground floor of his apartment. As I started my car on the side of the road just outside his building, I get a notification from the boy. FreshTwinkie13: Daddy, I'm so so sorry, I promise you I'm telling the truth. I'll get tested and show you my results, I swear! I hope this isn't the last time I see you :( I'm not sure whether I'll see this little faggot again. I'll decide later. Whether he tests neg or poz, it doesn't matter really. Either way, it's all his own fault.

Totally random thought, but it just occurred to me to wonder: Has anyone ever used a double-headed dildo with another guy to see who ended up more deeply penetrated by it? (I don’t know whether you would consider that person the loser or the winner, but it would be a fun game…maybe after a set amount of time or a set number of thrusts each…)

I know I've already answered earlier in the thread, but I have another favourite point to mention: I call it "riding the wave" This is the point during sex where you've gotten past the initial insertion/penetraion, and aren't at the point of my top's load starting to make it's way through the necessary plumbing to ejaculate. It's where both of us are just enjoying the feeling of one another - the noises are natural, the pacing just flows (and can speed up and slow down as necessary). It's this part of sex that makes the sense of impending ejaculation all the more rewarding. What's been putting me off of some hook-ups and group parties lately is this almost-extreme focus on the top's orgasm. I mean, let's not get it twisted - I love getting bred just as much as everyone else here - but I want my top to know that I'm interested in ALL he has to offer me, and his cum is just the icing on the cake, pun intended. This notion of me wanting his load after he's barely given a scant number of thrusts can put my fucker under this pressure to perform - and that overthinking it actually means I DON'T get bred in the end, or the top has to pull out to wank his load out versus letting it happen the natural way. Honestly, if my top guy knows how to fuck me well, I couldn't care less whether he lasts 2 minutes or 2 hours; I want BOTH of us to feel like we've gotten what we wanted out of the session afterwards.

Planning on travelling up tomorrow for the day - hoping there will be some BZ guys around? Let me know if you're headed there also...

I think it's a great story regardless of names being mixed up

I was at the Berlin Horse Fair last month as a stallion and had a great time. There were many mares waiting to be fucked and bred. I was so horny and came quickly. I only stayed an hour and fucked a dozen guys. This time I want to go in January 2023 as a Mare. I love being gangband fucked and bred. Any guys wanna join me?

Going Home 3 Seeing the look on Daddy’s face as he held my head, I began to sob. “Fucking cuntboy,” he said, pulling me to my feet. “I missed you too.” I was a mess... the chems running through me brought out all the old feelings I had when I left all those years ago. “Daddy...” I babbled incoherently... trying to put it into words what I went through all those years ago. “I’m sorry... I wasn’t ready... I wanted to...” Interrupting me, “I know cuntboy...” he said, trying to comfort me. His hand moved down to my cunt. “I waited for you for a long time. You were my first cuntboy....you ARE my first cuntboy. And now I have two...” Daddy chuckled, slipping his index finger inside me hearing Frankie approaching. “Daddy...” I moaned. “I’m sorry.” Feeling the heat of Frankie’s body emanating against my back, he wrapped his arm around me to reveal a cut and scored white rectangular tablet in the palm of his hand. “Go on, cuntbro. ” he encouraged. Opening my cuntmouth, I extended my tongue and he slipped it in without a word before moving to Daddy’s side. Frankie was now holding the soft cock. I smiled and dropped. Staring up into Daddy’s face, I opened wide and felt the rush of chem piss carry the tablet down my throat until Daddy fed me the entire chem-filled contents of his bladder. “Time to rest up, Sammy,” my cuntbro told me, helping me to my feet and walking me to the bed. “MMMM...” I moaned as I fell into the bed, feeling the effects of the tablet begin to do its job. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “WHAT THE FUCK?!” I grunted... waking up with a start. Trying to gather my senses, I sat up and took the room in. It was all coming back. I was in Dan’s... no Daddy... that’s right... Daddy’s playroom. My head hurt and I raised my hands to my head. “What the fuck?!” I groaned... seeing both my wrists locked in leather restraints, before spying a plate of food and a small jug of orange juice. I was starving and quickly chowed down the meal, washing the final bites down with large chugs of the juice. Stumbling out of the bed, I steadied myself and walked over to the mirrored wall. I was still wearing the leather collar and harness but the glint of metal rings in my tits caught my eyes. “Goddamn Shit!” I exhaled... Sometime during my black-out, I had been geared up. Grabbing my tits, I felt the sting of the thick metal rings now running through them. The sensation of my newly pierced tits was incredible... I continued fondling them... feeling the nerve impulses connecting with my cunt. The feeling in it was awesome... it felt stretched out... full yet not full at the same time. My hands grazed my muscular torso as they worked their way to my cuntlips but their journey was interrupted by thick silicone material. “HUH?!” I wondered... “plug?” But again... full but not full.... Working my way further along ... I felt the base open up and my fingers slipped inside... I was gaped! “SHIT!” I moaned and looked down. Seeing a pair of 15-hole Rangers on my size 12 feet, I laughed. At this point I knew I should have a raging hard on in my jockstrap. Reaching for it with both hands, I gripped the mass of leather and began to massage it... my slicked-up fingers slipped over the pouch. That’s when I felt it... a hard metallic bulge. “What?!” I inhaled... Pulling the waistband away from me, I expected to see my smooth package against my freshly shaven crotch, only to see my soft cock now surrounded in a cage of chrome. “You’re awake...” I heard Daddy growl... his strong hand covering my cuntmouth. I began to desperately licking it as the other pulled at my plug, stretching my cunt out until it was released... my cunt retracted but still held a gape I knew I would now always have. “Yes!” I moaned into the rough hand and pushed back onto his hard cock slipping through the tunnel plug expanding the walls of my cunt. “Slipped right in...” he grunted... now fucking me with a steady pace. It’s what I craved... needed... to be completely filled again. Before long, Daddy picked me up... his cock still buried in me... and carried me to the fuck bench where Frankie stood, gear matching mine, watching us. His massive cock stood straight ahead, securing me. Now bent over, I took the shaft and began to suck the stream of precum flowing from his piss slit and swallowed. “Just a small one...” I heard Daddy, feeling a tourniquet tighten around my bicep... “just to get him up to speed.” I barely felt the needle go in but the rush quickly hit me. “Fucking please...” I moaned, the combination of chems and the quickening pace of the fuck overcoming me. I felt alive... Daddy was close... I tried to work my cunt... to clench his cock and milk it dry. The barrage continued... I was being spit-roasted... cocks in both my cunts. But Frankie was the first to near the edge... “Goddamn it!” he yelled, his spasming cock exploding in my cuntmouth. Holding my head in a vise-like grip, he continued spewing and the pressure against my skull increased. It felt like my head would explode... Finally regaining his composure, he pulled out as my lips surrounded his spent shaft for any final residue of his orgasm. At this point, he leaned in, our lips separated only by my saliva and his cum. His face was so close to mine... his dilated green eyes sparkled as hot breath filled my cuntmouth. “Fuck Sammy...” he mumbled, tasting the remains. Releasing a deep grunt, Daddy pulled back and shoved his cock one last time, releasing another precious load before pulling out. “Fucking beautiful cuntpigs!” For a moment, I felt empty until my cunt was again stretched with my tunnel plug as Frankie knelt... licking the cock clean of cum and cuntjuices. Finished, my cuntbro ran his hands over my body and released me. I stood and turned to Daddy... taking in the geared-up leather God before me. My eyes wandered from his booted size 13 feet up past his huge calves and continued on to the thick thighs both covered by a pair of leather chaps showing the definition of his powerful muscles. His cock was now confined in a leather codpiece presenting every vein of his thick shafted cock leading to the prominently displayed outline of the cut head. How I wanted it in me again... His massive torso was wrapped in a leather harness that pushed his furry pecs up as if to offer his pierced tits to my hungry cuntmouth. His blue eyes then caught my attention... reminding of the times I would get lost in them as my legs would spread to welcome him into my cunt. “Cuntboys... present.” Obeying, I stood at attention hands behind my back and eyes down next to Frankie. “Sammy, I’ve decided it’s time to make it public. You’re home and everyone will know after tonight.” “Yes, Sir...” I stammered, my heart now racing. “Your Daddy’s gonna show off his new... well returning cuntboy” he chuckled, “show those fuckers I’m now in complete control of you. Sam is gone... Actually, he never existed. It was a fucking goddamn lie." I was conflicted... I fucking needed to be a cuntboy but what would people think?! “Fuck!” There, it came out... fear of being discovered. I had spent so many years overcompensating. Every cunt I took was disposable... to be tossed after I was done. Seeing my reaction to the news, he angrily walked up to me. “Sammy...” he growled, taking my chin in his hand and raising it... “IT’S happening.” Those eyes again! I took a breath and raised my hands to his strong pecs and moved in, planting my cuntmouth against his lips. Without skipping a beat, his arms enveloped me in a hard embrace, aggressively exploring my cuntmouth with his tongue. Breaking away, my tongue moved down to lick the beads of sweat on his neck... past the left shoulder strap of his leather harness and worked my way to the musk-soaked leather strap on his bicep before turning inward, arriving at my destination... his pit. My tongue scraping against the wet hair and inhaled the pungent scent of his sweat glands. My face now marked in his scent, on to his right tit I went. I took it in, hungrily chewing, feeling the ring clink against my front teeth. Moaning in pleasure, he cupped my head in his rough hands, pressing his pec against my greedy tongue. Releasing me, I made my way across his muscled chest to the left tit, not wanting to ignore it and began to worship it. I fell to my knees, removed the codpiece and tossed it aside. His erect cock now rising to full mast, I fully engulfed it into my cuntmouth to the root in order to experience the musk now emanating from his pubes and sac. I could have stayed there all night... but Daddy had plans for me. He roughly grabbed my hands and began thrusting his fat cock in and out of my throat as I gasped for breath between the quick strokes. “DON’T FUCKING THINK YOU’RE GETTING OUT OF IT, CUNTBOY!” Daddy roared, shooting his thick load down my throat, giving me a protein meal that would energize me for the coming night. Before I could even think, Frankie dropped and took Daddy’s cock into his cuntmouth, cleaning his spit-covered cock. All this time, I remained on my knees watching. Remaining on the spent cock, Frankie suckled the softening flesh and waited for his prize. Slowly, a stream began to trickle out onto my cuntbro’s tongue and he moved in. His lips now against Daddy’s crotch, his throat spasmed as he swallowed the now rushing flood of piss. His thirst finally quenched, Frankie grabbed the leather codpiece and secured Daddy’s cock. At this point, Frankie turned to me... his cheeks bulging. “Fucker,” I smiled, crawling to him. I placed my lips against his. Grabbing his head in my hands, I squeezed, indicating I was ready, and he released the pool of piss stored in his cuntmouth and fed me. “Goddamn cuntpigs...” Daddy laughed and made his way outside. “Time to go... car’s ready.” Taking a lick of piss dribbling from my chin, Frankie got up. “Me first.” he snickered, licking his lips. I remained there for a second, watching Frankie’s strapped muscular glutes move as he went for the door. I started to rise, but saw Frankie stop in the doorway, bend over and spread his ass cheeks. “Shit!” I moaned, seeing his prominently plugged cunt... only the base was solid... I was the only one to be gaped! I remained in a half crouch... “Thought you should know...” Frankie chuckled and stood, walking out the door. “Come on.” Resigned to my fate, I stood and walked towards the door with Daddy’s cum now leaking out of my gaped cunt and down my legs. I made it to the front door and hesitated, standing there watching Daddy and Frankie getting into the car. Daddy leaned over Frankie... “Shut the front door and get in...” With no other choice at this point, I shut the door and walked towards the car... shivering from the cool air entering my gaped cunt. That’s when the driver’s window rolled down, allowing the driver to give me the once over before stepping out. “Fuck!” I thought, catching sight of the tall skinhead in front of me. He stood there wearing skintight bleached jeans over a pair of 30-hole Rangers laced in yellow. Noticing my interest, he straightened up and grabbed the wet spot soaking through the growing bulge moving down his leg. Muscled pecs began to rise under the tight black Fred Perry shirt trimmed in yellow which matched the braces running down his pecs. Damn he was beautiful... my cunt pulsed as his tatted hand went playfully over his closely cropped blond hair... his grey eyes immediately locked on mine. “Oi mate,” he smiled, noticing the slight dilation in mine. “I’m Jac.” “Uh Sammy.” I hesitated before sitting down next Frankie, my eyes never leaving his lustful gaze. “Nice to meet ya... Sammy.” he growled and shut the door slowly. “Jac’ll be our driver from now on when we need him.” “Yep,” Jac chuckled. “Whenever you need me.” he said, looking directly back at me. We were on our way... not another word spoken between any of us, my eyes constantly looking at Jac’s face reflected in the rear-view mirror while the car made its way towards the center of the city’s long forgotten industrial area. I let out a nervous chuckle, realizing where were going. I had been there many times... The car finally stopped and we sat there for a second. Jac reached down and quickly handed Daddy a couple of metallic bullet-shaped cylinders. “Perfect...” he smiled handing one to Frankie and dialing a huge dose on the other then passing it to me. Holding the warm metal cylinder in my hand, I raised it to my nostril and inhaled deeply... the burning sensation filled my nasal cavity. “Good boy...” he said proudly and turned to Jac. “You coming in?” “Gotta make a couple of runs...” Jac answered, checking his phone, “Just let me know when you’re ready.” Opening the door, Daddy nodded and stepped out with Frankie right behind him. They stood there, watching me. I took a deep breath and stepped out onto the asphalt, immediately attracting attention from a few guys going in. Rolling down the window, Jac leaned out. “Oi, Boss...” he blurted out before turning his sight to me. “I’ll have the cunt for a session and we’ll be square for tonight’s tab.” “Yeah?” Daddy laughed, grabbing me by the collar and attaching a metal leash. “Yeah, Boss.” Jac answered licking his lips. “Deal...” Daddy yelled out, tugging at my leash and pulling me into the dark bar after him. I had no choice and obediently entered. It was still early and the bar was just starting to fill up with guys dressed in leather and denim. I knew Daddy had planned it that way... I was to be easily seen being led to the bar. I hesitated for a second, seeing a familiar face behind the bar... It was Greg. “Fuck,” I thought, seeing the stocky muscle bear cub who had spent a night on his knees servicing me. He was a damn good fuck... I remembered, taking in the sweat matted dark hair on his tightly harnessed pecs, showing off his always erect tits... Instinctively, I licked my lips... Turning to pass a beer to a customer, I watched the muscles of his back move and cause the tatted bear paws on each shoulder blade seem to make a grasping motion towards me. On seeing me, he took a step back. “Sam... WHAT HE F...” Greg started before being sternly interrupted. “His name is Sammy...” Daddy snapped, pulling on my leash and forcing me forward. “Right?” “Yes.” I answered in a downward glance, seeing Greg’s cock stir in the stained jockstrap he wore to advertise he was available. Again, he pulled my leash... only upwards this time, forcing me to look at Greg’s now smirking face. “Yes, what?” Taking a breath, I answered. “Yes, Sir... My name is Sammy.” “Good cuntboy...” Daddy said loudly, announcing to everyone my status before turning to Greg and ordering us a round of beers. Frankie stood smiling, watching the commotion going on around us. I stood there feeling the stares and then heard a loud round of laughs from the other end of the bar. “SAMMY!” I heard them laughing. Seeing my distress, Daddy pulled in by my collar and snarled in my ear... “Sammy, remember the first time I took you out? How you felt being exhibited as my cuntboy?” I nodded, flashing back to that night. I had been meeting up with him for a few weeks... each time being slowly transformed into a cuntboy. He was patient with me, overcoming my doubts and inhibitions... of course the chems he gave me didn’t hurt. “You fucking proudly held your head high and showed everyone who you were... MY cuntboy. You had no fucking doubts about it.” he said, forcibly sliding his fingers inside my cunt. That did it... the hit had kicked in and I took a deep breath. I stood proudly... allowing all to see my transformation before turning to the laughing group. “YOUR CUNTBOY.” I said defiantly for all to hear before turning to Frankie... “Fuck yeah, cuntbro,” Frankie growled, his hand on my shoulder in a protective grip before grabbing one of the beers and handing it to Daddy. Now at attention, I stood obediently while Daddy took a long drink as a crowd formed around us. “I think Sammy’s thirsty, Frankie.” he smirked, forcing me to bend forward and expose my gaped cunt to the entire bar. “Yes, Sir...” Frankie growled, grabbing another long-neck, slipping it into my plug and holding it firmly. I jumped... feeling the foaming coldness filling my cunt and absorbed by the walls of my cunt. “That quenching your thirst?” Frankie chuckled, drinking his beer. “Let your cunt drink it in, cuntboy...” Daddy ordered. “Yes Sir,” I moaned as the crowd stood watching the level of the beer decrease. Pulling the now almost empty bottle out of my cunt, Frankie drank last of its contents, before placing it on the bar. I remained in position until I felt the tug on my collar and was led deeper into the depths of the bar. Making our way down a hidden hallway, we passed through the heavy metal door leading to the lower level. Slowly, we descended the staircase as our eyes became accustomed to the dim red light. I heard the door slam shut. “This way, cuntboy.” Daddy ordered, pulling my leash and leading me to a table front and center of the raised platform centered in the room. “How you feeling, Sammy?” “Fuck, Daddy...” I smiled... feeling the combination of the chems and beer. “Yeah... thought so...” he said with an evil grin. He pulled out one of the bullets and dialed it up, handing it to Frankie. Pulling out the second one, he watched me closely as he increased the number of turns for my dose and handed it to me. "That should fucking get you going.” he growled, taking a hit of his own off the other one. I inhaled deeply, letting the white powder flow into me... Daddy nodded in approval before pulling me to my knees. “Gotta piss,” he said matter-of-factly and I moved to release his cock. I didn’t hesitate... an involuntary moan escaped my cuntmouth as the first drops of chem piss flowed from Daddy’s massive cock. Eagerly, I opened my cuntmouth to collect as much piss as Daddy would feed me, swallowing it and begging for more. Most of the guys surrounding us were now openly jacking off and I was hit with a massive creamy load on my shoulder. Feeling the piss flow reducing, I heard Greg laughing... “Mind if I use your urinal there?” Greg asked, moving to Daddy’s side. “Gotta take a piss.” “Sure... be my guest.” Daddy smirked, shaking the last drops in my cuntmouth. Now in front of me, “Drink up, Sammy... tap’s ready for ya.” Greg muttered. Hands gripped my head and pulled me into the mound of the piss-stained mesh pouch. Without a second thought, I hungrily bit and tasted the rank sweat leaching into my cuntmouth. “Drink up...” Greg grunted, pulling me off the pouch and releasing his uncut cock. Wanting the piss, my lips pushed back the foreskin and sealed themselves around Greg’s cockhead. I began to swallow, working my tongue along his piss-slit and causing him to shiver. “Fuck me!” Greg moaned, holding my head tight until the flow began to subside. Swallowing the last of the acrid piss, I began working my lips and tongue down Greg’s shaft... I wasn’t done yet. “Goddamn, Sammy... If I had only known...” he growled, grabbing my head again and thrusting deeply into me. The crowd around us had grown considerably and I was now covered in cum dripping down my torso. Holding onto his hips, I steadied myself and began to do my work. Greg’s swelling cock jerked, pre-cum leaking from the tongue-flicked piss slit like molasses until it was at full mast. On I continued, worshipping the cock I had ignored and wanted no part of the we spent together. “Fuck...FUck... FUCk... FUCK!!!” Greg roared, throwing his head back as I pulled down on his hairy ball sac. Greg began to rapidly fuck my greedy cuntmouth. His knees started to buckle and he steadied himself on my cum slick shoulders as I felt his sac tightly draw up. “Take my fucking load, cuntboy!” he roared, blasting load after load in my cuntmouth. A big round of applause rang through the bar as a grinning Frankie fell to his knees beside me and shoved his tongue into my cuntmouth. “Share cuntbro,” he moaned, slurping the spunk I fed him as we devoured each other with our tongues. “Not done yet, cuntboy...” I heard Greg sharply comment. Bringing my face to his crotch, he slapped his cock against my lips. “Clean,” he snarled, remembering my insistence that night I fucked him. Darting my tongue out, I moved around the slick helmet and moved down the shaft, cleaning the remains of his load. On I went to the low hanging ball sac and slipped one of the balls into my cuntmouth and rolled it around. “All right, your break’s over cub,” Daddy growled, pulling me off Greg’s crotch. “My turn.” Smiling, Greg stuffed his package back in his jock... “Yes, Sir.” he answered, walking to bar and whispering to the downstair’s bartender. Nodding, the bartender looked towards me before making his way upstairs, allowing Greg to take over. Turning me around, Daddy leaned in and growled... “How’s it going, cuntboy?” My cunt throbbed in ecstasy and I pushed my ass against Daddy’s crotch... I had no words for how I was feeling. “Fuck, cuntboy... look at all the men watching you... stroking their fucking cocks watching you service cock.” “Shit yes!” I roared... feeling the ringed mushroom cockhead invading my cunt. My cunt spasmed and took hold of the cock as it eased its way deeper before beginning its assault. “Yeah, Sammy... how many of these guys have had that worthless cock of yours up their cunts?” I could see the crowd growing closer... cocks were out and being stroked to the rhythm of Daddy’s thrusts. Taking the closest one into my cuntmouth, I began to suck and worship it. Suddenly, I felt someone fall to their knees next to me... it was Frankie... my cuntbro had taken a cock into his cuntmouth. “Fucking cuntbro,” I mumbled, the cock now shooting its load into me. Grabbing hold of Frankie, I pulled him to me and grabbed his cheeks, forcing them open and fed him the salty viscous load. I fucking loved it!!! … Being on display like this with my cuntbro. Daddy continued fucking my hungry cunt... pulling out and then ramming it home. I was openly being fucked in the middle of the packed bar and covered in cum. The crowd was going wild... the room filled with applause, catcalls and cheers as they egged us on. We continued feeding on cocks... our bodies now slick with the massive loads we induced from the crowd. Finally, Daddy took me by the hips and plunged his cock in to the hilt, unloading a volley of cum shots inside me. “I FUCKING OWN THIS CUNT!” he proclaimed as the crowd stood back, letting out a ferocious roar. Clamping tightly on Daddy’s retreating cock, I milked the final drops of cum from the shaft before Daddy pulled us both up into a passionate kiss before forcing our faces into his sweat-soaked pits to take in the pheromones radiating from them. “Gentlemen,” he said loudly to no one in particular, “I hope you enjoyed Sammy’s reintroduction to being my cuntboy.” Now faces now wet with his scent, Daddy grabbed us both by the collar and made his way through the crowd, hands giving congratulatory slaps on his back, to an empty corner where Jac stood smiling.

We had done well sailing down the U.S. eastern seaboard into the Caribbean. This gave us a couple extra weeks to make it to Bermuda to wait out the hurricane season. This particular day there was barely a breath of wind, and the water was beautiful. We had dropped the sails, tossed out the lifeline and life ring to enjoy a lazy skinny dip. Joe had gone back on board to soak up a bit of sun and to enjoy some edibles. They are legal in Canada and we figured on international waters no one was going to be policing too closely. I was keeping myself afloat on the life ring when I felt Claude’s arms embrace me from behind. There was a familiar prodding at my asshole, I reached back to guide his lovely cock inside. I love an underwater fuck and soon we had established a nice rhythm. Claude nibbled at my ear and whispered dirty things that just amped up my horniness factor. We were so engaged in our sex that we didn’t hear the electric motor propelled zodiac until they were pretty much on top of us. A young male voice called out; “Very sexy, very sexy indeed.” Claude pulled out of me and backed away a little. The same voice; “Oh fuck, sorry, we didn’t want to interrupt. Sorry.” That’s when we noticed a three masted sailboat a good distance off toward the horizon. “We’re from ‘Blow Free’ over there. We saw your boat and just wanted to come say hi. We’re a gay charter so were very excited when we saw what you two were up to. Please don’t stop on our account.” As I greeted them and gave a little about us and our adventure Claude swam forward and embraced me again. His cock had not deflated one bit and he was back inside me very quickly. There were three young hunky guys in the zodiac, all bare chested from my water level view. Without thinking I invited them to join us. They quickly stood, pealed out of their speedos and dove in the water. One was quick to tether their boat to our lifeline, the other two swam directly toward Claude and I. The blonde dove when he got close and I soon felt lips sucking in my cock. He held it for a short time and I felt his hand checking out my ass and Claude’s cock sliding in and out of me. When he surfaced he gasped some breath and said to his friends; “I win the bet, he’s taking it raw.” And then to me; “Sorry, you did invite us to join you.” I used one arm to pull him toward me and planted a sloppy kiss on his lips. I could hear Claude kissing the other behind me, before Claude spoke up; “I’ve had free reign of this beautiful ass for a number of weeks, which one of you want him?” The third was now swimming close to us, “Bareback?” Claude; “Raw is law,” The third; “Then fuck yeah, I’m in.” The blonde to Claude; “I like your cock man, come do me in the zodiac.” The hairiest of the three; “I guess I get the guy in the sailboat.” Me; “Um, … oh fuck ...yeah man that cock feels great … um, no our friend is straight. Stay here, you’re welcome to do me next.” He swam over to kiss me as the third proceeded to fuck me vigorously. The two then started taking turns as we could see the zodiac rocking to the fuck occurring on it’s floor. Joe must have been very high by now ‘cause he didn’t even seem to notice what was going on. The hairy guy’s member was in me when he whispered in my ear; “I’m ready, where do you want my load?” “In my ass of course, breed me man.” “Fuck yeah, … awgh, unloading … now … that’s where you were getting it no matter what you said.” Me; "Mmmmmm, right answer!" The third; “Okay you two. My turn.” They traded places and another load was soon being pumped into my guts. The blonde's voice from in the zodiac cried out; “Breed my fuckin ass!” as I heard Claude’s familiar orgasmic grunting. We all swam, cooled off and cleaned up for a bit and the guys invited us to join them on their boat for a barbeque and 'evening entertainment’. Joe was quite stoned indeed as he readily agreed to this plan. His weed altered, straight mind had not clicked into the meaning of 'evening entertainment." We fired up our engine and puttered over to raft up with the bigger boat. To be continued ...

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U luve being watched cuz you a hoe, like me lol. I luv to be watched...getting fucked, sucking etc. that is a fetish a bit, which is why like public fucking and get naked most of the time. Love the thrill of someone catching me in public, when i use to cruise that was a major aspect of it was being watched. First time was in college female friend was curious about seeing me fuck another dude. We made it happen i realized a new fetish and she realized I moan like a girl when i take dyck lol 🙄

The number of times I've shot my load to this story over the years is preTTy high - one of my all-time favorites - I would have loved this happening when I was a teen.

The first time I did anything sexual with another man had a lot of lead up. I was on the fence for so long, there was a lot of inner turmoil from years of thinking but never pursuing. There was a Craigslist ad that I answered and the entire drive there was fraught with opposing thoughts. Getting to his front door was nothing but anxiety. Then in his house he pulled down his boxers and there it was... and something in my mind clicked. There was no hesitation. I dropped down and grasped his cock and started licking. When he was hard he told me to strip and I didn't hesitate as he lead me to the bedroom. We didn't fuck at the time, just sucked each other off and played, the fucking was another encounter, but there have been no doubts or hesitation since.

I kept closer contact with my sheep farmer friend. I was worried about how he would react if, or more probably when he came down with the fuck flu. He continued to hide his not taking PreP from his partner. He thought it was hot that I still hadn't got around to taking my meds. I guess deep down I must have also found both situations hot. His constant complaint was that he had few chances to play. He also used this as an excuse for not getting on PreP. He was 'over the moon' excited when I called him about an offer the Mexican artist had proposed. The artist had been invited to display his erotic art, at least the gay content, at a special exhibition in a city 600 K away. The gallery owner was gay and had suggested a live sex show amid the erotic art on opening night. He was especially pleased when the Mexican artist hinted he might be able to get some of the original models for the sex show. Enter me and my sheep farmer friend. He agreed instantly and promised he would go on PreP right away when I raised concerns about my HVL status. Even if I started meds immediately I would not be undetectable in the two week time period to the show. Within that time on PreP he would be safer. The gallery space was stunning and set off the gay erotic art to perfection. A dias with a round bed was in the middle of everything. As the event opened the free bar was flowing, a couple short speeches occurred and the sex show announced. The two of us then made our grand entrance. We had decided on our own to enter stark naked. We were there to offer a sex show, why pretend otherwise. Besides none of the guys in the art had clothes, 'let's stay with the theme.' The crowd went wild when they saw us. Our exhibitionist desires were stoked 100 percent. Sheep farmer laid flat on the bed, threw his legs in the air and I dove in to rim his ass. The crowd went wilder! I orally serviced his ass until my tongue got tired and my cheeks began to cramp. By now my sex mate was begging me to fuck him. I climbed on the bed, between his legs and started to probe his hole with my raw cock. Someone in the audience yelled out. "Fuckin A! Bareback, just like the art. Give it to him." Sheep farmer looked me in the eye and winked. He motioned for me to lie on my back moving himself to straddle me and lowering himself onto my bare cock. He told me later he wanted everyone to have a great view of our bareback sex. He rode me for quite some time before we started changing positions. They wanted the show to last an hour so I found I needed to be careful to hold off from cumming. Forty-five minutes in when I pulled out to change positions my sex mate took my slimmy cock in his mouth. I was so close I soon needed to stop him. He moved his mouth to my ass and was soon giving me a great tongue fucking. The crowd grew restless calling for more fucking so he slid on into me. It wasn't long until he let me know he was getting close asking me to breed him first. We switched into me fucking him in missionary and the onlookers started to chant, "Breed him, breed his ass." That's when I remembered that I hadn't got around to taking any meds yet and found myself a bit worried. Remembering our conversation and his promise to take PreP I quickly let go of any worries. I picked up the pace and pounded away. The volume of the chant grew. With one last plunge I pushed in deep and unloaded with several convulsions. The crowd was now cheering and whistling. I would normally stay inside his ass as I caught my breath and my erection softened but I was in full exhibitionist mode. After the last ejaculatory blast I pulled out and marched around the bed showing off my big wet cock. That's when I noticed many of the audience had their cocks out and were stroking them vigorously. Before I made my way around the bed a gorgeous gym bunny with dark olive skin and a nice nine inch cock was pushing into the sheep farmer's freshly bred hole. Of course he did so with his bare dick. I looked to the Mexican artist and gallery owner who just smiled and shrugged their shoulders. I moved back to the opposite side of the bed, bent over and held my ass cheeks open. A cute young cub took up the invitation to fuck me in no time. His raw cock in my ass felt fantastic. A big muscular bear was soon consuming my cock. More and more bodies began landing on the bed and a bareback fuck fest orgy was in full swing. It didn't take long for the cub to cum deep inside me and the bear was next to fuck me silly. I had moved to doggie position and the cub was backing under me lining my raw cock up with his ass. I whispered in his ear hoping not to draw too much attention, "You need to know I'm toxic poz, not medicated. " His enthusiastic response; "Fuck yeah daddy, breed me, knock me up. " He had already backed onto me balls deep. I was now riding the bear's cock while enjoying my poz dick in the cubs silky ass. The bear leaned into my ear and asked, "Did I hear you right? Am I raw fucking an unmedicated poz ass?" I just nodded my head and his pistoning became pile driving. Louder for many to hear he said; "Here's my unmedicated strain for you poz slut!" And he was indeed pumping me full and I milked every drop from him with my ass. As soon as he left me another raw cock was in me balls deep. He went directly to the sheep farmer waiting for the guy fucking him to breed so the bear could take over. His cock hardened up fast and he seemed regenerated and ready to go. I felt another load dumped in me and a new thicker cock quickly plugging my dripping ass hole. The bear was fucking the sheep farmer who was flat out on his stomach. The pounding was almost pushing the bottom through the mattress. I could see them exchanging a few words before the bear visibly pushed in deeper still and held, clearly he was breeding the sheep farmer with his toxic poz cum. This was such a fuckin hot sight that I spontaneously orgasmed bring the guy in my ass over the edge for yet another load painting my guts. After the frantic orgy the sheep farmer and I went back to our shared hotel room. We were exhausted but so keyed up we couldn't sleep. We had a couple stiff drinks together and chatted about the great sex we had just had. I wondered what the bear and sheep farmer had talked about just before the bear bred him. "Oh yeah " he responded with great excitement, "First thing the bear asked was if I was unmedicated poz like you? I told him no I'm negative, so then he assumed I was on PreP. I quickly assured him 'Fuck no!'" I was livid; "What do you mean 'fuck no '? you promised me." "I decided as long as you were medicated I'd be fine. I didn't anticipate other guys joining in. Besides it was so fuckin hot. " "I didn't get around to starting meds. So you took at least two HVL deposits tonight you idiot. And no way of knowing how many more. " "Holy shit, that makes me feel like such a slut. And that makes me feel so fuckin horny." "So you are chasing now?" "No fuckin way man, I just get so turned on by the fear and risk. PreP would rob me of that. " "Crazy!" "Well you got pozzed man." "I never said I'm not crazy." Three weeks later I was called to the farm. He had been bulldozed by the fuck flu. I held him as he wept for an hour. His partner just looked on like a deer caught in headlights. With all the fear cried out of him, and when he stopped taking deep breaths to calm down his voice gained strength as he said, "Well it's done now. I never need to think about PreP or condoms again." His partner protested, "There are other STDs." The sheep farmer's face alighted with an impish grin as he responded winking at me, "Whatever. "

Chapter 14: Impregnating Me Both my partner and I were overjoyed the day had finally arrived. We both woke up hard, but refrained from even having oral sex. He said he wanted to make me a Romantic breakfast, but he wanted to minimize my cleaning out time as he didnt want any distractions that night. He did however pop a bottle of champagne though. He popped a second bottle and then gave me a champagne enema. After the bottle was empty, we went to the shower and he laid on the floor, telling me to release the champaign from my ass on him. I have to admit, the champaign was a great cleansing agent. I guess the bubbles really added to the cleansing. Now neither of us were into scat, but even though I was a tad dirty, he took it like a trooper. After that, he gave me his piss. Maybe it was just me, but his piss tasted different. Was it the champagne, or a taste of HIV? We showered eagerly awaiting 7pm when we would be at the doctors home. He surprised me with a gift box, which contained a beautiful leather studded jock, with a butt plug attached to it. He said he wanted me to wear it tonight, and that the doctor told him the house was ours for the entire weekend and that he would be plugging my ass between the multiple breedings. I told him I also had a present for him, but he'd have to wait. He said no worries, and in addition to his gift of HIV, he had another gift that he would give me tonight. We arrived at the doctor's home 30 minutes early and the doctor said we were late! He continued by saying he figured we'd be there at 6! Before he led us to the bedroom, he proposed a toast. He told us how happy he was for the both of us, and how excited he was for us! He didn't need to tell us, as we saw his hard cock through his pants! He asked if we were ok with him filming us, and we both said fuck yes. With that he led us to the bedroom. His home was amazing, set on a lake with the entire back wall of the bedroom a sliding glass door! The room was softly lit by candles, and he had thrown rose petals on the white satin sheets! He said he hoped that wasn't too much, but he was a romantic guy, and that his partner did the same for him! With that, my conversion and filming began! My partner started by kissing me deeply and saying that he was truly waiting for this moment. He then retrieved a box and got down on a knee. He opened the box which had two metal cockrings in it. He said that he truly loved me, and they did not represent a commitment to marriage, but something he wanted. He explained that by putting them on, it simply meant we were open to that possibility. We both slipped them on, and like the doctors tears flowed from my eyes! I told him I also had a gift for him, and presented him with a box that contained a hard bristle toothbrush in it. I explained that the Dr suggested I help prepare my hole for his virus, and to show my commitment i would start by self brushing myself. With that I positioned myself on the bed on my back. I usually like to start doggy, but this time, I wanted to see his face the entire time. I started to brush my hole quite aggressively until it was not just pink, but bright red! His fuck was slow and deliberate. When he was close to cumming, he would stop thrusting and kiss me deeply. This went on for almost an hour, even the doctor proclaimed that he hadn't planned on a full length video, and had to cum,but didn't want to mess up the video. With that my partner became more aggressive, yet still romantic. He blew a massive load in me, and immediately said I was his forever now. He immediately plugged my ass, trapping his virus in my bloody hole. Rather than use the butt plug, my partner kept his still rock hard cock in me as a plug to help let his demon seed soak into my bloody hole. The doctor couldn't control himself, and jacked his cock on my face, simply saying congratulations. I was in pure bliss knowing, at least in my mind, that my partner and I would be one after tonight. I begged him to breed me again. He pulled his still hard cock out of me, and put on a cruel condom. He told me that it would likely hurt, but would tear up my insides more than the brush did. He added that it would also be uncomfortable to him as could cause his cock to bleed also, but that would be an advantage as not only would his toxic cum be in me, so would his toxic blood. After my partner dumped his second load in me, I began to cry. He asked if the cruel condom hurt too much. I told him that it hurt, but the tears were tears of joy, not pain. My partner then began to cry, telling me that he was proud of my amazing journey as a pig. He reminded me that it was only a little over a year since I had my first M2M experience with not only my best friend, but his dad also. He marveled at how I joined the fuckternity and took any and all cocks in addition to our frequent sex. He admitted that he was afraid I would say no to him pozzing me, but when i agreed it was the happiest day of his life. He then pulled his cock out of me, and placed the plug on my jock up my hole. We just rolled over on our backs, embracing each other. Next Chapter: The Doctors Gift

You yourself should go on Prep if you are not already... As a reminder - it won't stop other STD's. Then stop asking because most are tops on Prep or Poz but medicated and thus undetectable so near to entirely safe... Poz guys not on meds will still be safe if you take your Prep diligently and the risk is almost nil.. People don't want too much drama... If you want to stay safe, rubber up or stay out of the sex groups.

I've had the cum fucked out of me, but have never had an anal orgasm as described. I have topped several bottoms that claimed and appeared to have them, everytime I would fuck them. Two of them that I fucked on a regular basis, for several years, would have their hole fill up with so much natural lube when it happened that we would literally soak whatever we were fucking on or the floor under us. All of them really seemed to really enjoy it, and usually had 2 or 3 of these orgasmic episodes before I would cum.

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No, of course not. The whole point is that the loads came from anonymous Cocks, indicating that the bottom is a cumdump, which also indicates that he loves raw Cock up his gut, which is my kind of bottom !!!

Part 7 Ryan was slamming his cock deep into my throat with every thrust. After gagging a few times at first my excitement and need took control and I found myself easily and eagerly taking the full length of his thick cock balls deep with no problem. There was a continual pooling of his precum on my tongue which I swallowed readily savoring the taste. As I gave my mouth and throat to Ryan's dick I felt Kevin's tongue giving my asshole pleasure I didn't know was possible. Every so often he would slap one of my cheeks hard making me moan around my mouthful of cock. Ryan kept up a running thread of dirty talk which served to make me hornier and desiring to give them all the pleasure I could as they were giving me. “Yeah man that's it!”, Ryan grunted. “Suck that cock man. Take every fucking inch in your throat. I love feeding my cock to a horny newbie especially a married one finding out how hot man to man sex is. Helping him cheat on his wife and making him let go and surrender to his needs. You need cock in your mouth don't you dude? You need a hot sexy fucker eating out your cheating manhole right?” He pulled his cock out of my mouth and tilted my head up to look at him. “Isn't that right you hot sexy pig? You need it huh?” In a hoarse voice I answered him, “Yes, yes I need it. I don't know why but I need it so much!” Ryan grinned at me darkly and asked, “What else do you need daddy? What do you want more of?” I wasn't sure what he meant and told him so. He rubbed his oozing cockhead over my cheeks and chin and said, “You need more of the fuck smoke don't you? You need to feel it letting you let go of all the restraints and questions and just indulge yourself in every hot dirty desire in your mind. All the cock and cum and sucking and fucking you can enjoy with other men. Without her ever knowing. Right?” I was stroking Ryan's magnificent cock and moaning as Kevin drilled hungrily into my fuckhole. “Yes that's right”, I panted. “I need more smoke. I need more cock and mansex. More of all of it”. Suddenly I realized Kevin was no longer rimming my hole at the same moment I saw him standing next to Ryan in front of me holding the pipe and lighter in his hand. Ryan pulled me up to a standing position. “And you're going to get what you need man. Starting with more smoke.” Kevin put the stem between my lips and flicked the lighter underneath the bowl which started filling up with that sweet white smoke. “Three big hits buddy,” Ryan instructed me. “Take 3 big ass hits for us then we'll have some fun.” I began inhaling taking the thick smoke into my lungs and body and brain. Before I exhaled the first hit I could sense a growing need to do things with these 2 naked hot men that I would never have dreamed of just a week ago. And I welcomed the feeling. I was ready to go where it led. As I started to inhale my next hit I felt my hard-as-rock cock enveloped in a wet warmth and saw Ryan on his knees with my cock balls deep in his mouth. Damn that looked so fucking sexy, my cock between his lips. I continued inhaling the smoke and heard Kevin say, “Yeah he's a great cocksucker man. And he loves having his face full of cock. He sucks cock as good as he fucks ass,” He saw my eyes widen when he said that, reminding me that Ryan had fucked Kevin's ass earlier and I had eaten some of his cum from Kevin's hole. Kevin grinned. “Yeah man I love the way his cock feels pounding in and out of my ass, his balls slapping my asscheeks. And when he cums I can feel every spurt and every rope of his cum blasting into me. It's incredible man! Have you been fucked Justin?” I blew out an even bigger cloud than before and could feel what I can only describe as something like an electric current running throughout my body and in my head. “No. No,” I answered. “I'd never had sex with anyone besides my wife until last week. And I fucked him but no, I didn't get fucked.” “One more guy,” Kevin said holding the flame under the bowl again. I started drawing the drug into my mouth and lungs once again and heard Kevin say, “You don't know what you're missing buddy. It feels so so good having your cock buried deep inside another guy's tight hole and you know that after fucking the guy last week. But I'm telling you feeling a dick filling up your hole and fucking it til he cums is abso-fucking-lutely amazing!!” I blew out the cloud and looked at Kevin as his words drew me in. “Didn't it hurt when you got fucked the first time?” Deep inside my head, a small area maybe where the smoke hadn't taken complete control yet, I couldn't believe I was standing here naked with 2 naked men talking about getting fucked. But this thought was pretty deep and the smoke was obscuring it. Kevin kept his eyes on me as he sucked a lungful from the glass pipe. Not saying a word, when he lowered the pipe he leaned toward me and I automatically leaned toward him and felt his lips and tongue then felt the swirling smoke as he breathed it into my mouth. I hungrily sucked it in wanting more of the awesome feeling I was getting from each puff, each cloud. We broke our lip-lock and Kevin grinned and said, “Yeah it hurts like a fucking bitch! But not for long. And once the pleasure hits you forget all about any pain. The pain is worth it for how good it feels having a cock in your hole!” I was thrusting harder into Ryan's slurping talented throat conscious only of how good everything felt that he and Kevin and Drew had shown me so far. Could there be even more sweet pleasure doing more? “You're right it felt better than anything I've ever felt when I fucked his ass. And Drew obviously loved getting fucked. He kept begging for it”. A look crossed briefly over Kevin's face at the same time Ryan pulled off of my cock. I looked down at him and saw a mischievous smile on his full wet lips. “Drew? Is that the name of the guy you met last week and fucked and got high with?” “Yeah,” I answered. “It is. Do you guys know him?” Ryan stood up and gave me a deep kiss. Ending the kiss he grinned at me and said, “Oh yeah we know him all right. He's my cousin dude! And today has just gotten better for all of us!” (more on the way)

Part 5 Panting and covered in sweat I finally reached the park, stopping at the same spot I stopped last week when I met Drew. Straddling my bicycle I could feel my hard meat straining against my shorts. I knew my underwear was soaked with the precum oozing from my cockhead. I had to stop myself from grabbing my groin and stroking. My eyes were darting all around, desperate to see Drew. But I didn't see him. I looked at my watch and noted it was around the same time of day as last week. Damn! I said to myself. Where is he? I need him to be here. This whole past week I kept reliving everything Drew and I did together in his apartment. I remembered the taste of his lips and precum, how much I loved eating his hole. I jacked off again and again at the memory of the tight warm wetness of his ass as I fucked him over and over as he encouraged me to breed him, to fuck my cum into him. My married cheating cum he called it a number of times which for some reason had heightened my lust. I found myself also wanting more of whatever it was we had smoked. It had made me let him take me down a path that I wanted to travel again. I had found myself checking out gay porn on the computer and jacking off to it every day. Drew had awakened urges inside me and I needed to satisfy those urges more. There weren't many people in the park but I realized I was noticing a few guys who were in sight. Some were maybe my age and others looked to be closer to Drew's age and I started wondering what they looked like naked. My gaze settled on a pair of guys coming out of a cluster of trees. My first thought was that it was a dad and his son out together in the park. They were walking slowly together talking to each other obviously. The older guy was mid 40's I guessed. Clean shaven, dark curly hair, wearing a pair of shorts that showed off tanned hairy legs, a tight white t-shirt and sandals. The younger one was also clean shaven with short brown hair and wearing sneakers – no socks – and a pair of gym shorts. He was carrying a t-shirt in one hand leaving his muscled hairy chest in plain sight. I wanted to run my tongue through his chest hair and hear him moan. They were walking in my direction and I kept watching. Then I saw the older guy run his hand down the young guy's ripped stomach and they were close enough for me to hear the boy moan. Hardly believing what I saw the boy moved his hand and cupped the other guy's crotch. Right there in the open! My dick was throbbing! I glanced quickly around and noticed no one else was near. It was just the 3 of us. Surely they weren't dad and son I told myself but their touching each other had me thinking of Drew and how he called me daddy. One more thing that turned me on but I couldn't say why. As they got nearer to me the young guy looked up and noticed me, still straddling my bicycle and looking at them. I could now see his lips were full and his eyes were a bright green. He grinned at me and said, “Hey man. How you doing?”, drawing the older guy's attention to me as well. I could make out flecks of gray in his dark hair and was very aware of his hard nips evident under his tight shirt. I felt an urge to lick and suck on them. He grinned too. “Nice bike guy. This is a good place to ride isn't it?” Trying to gain my composure I agreed that it was and that this was only my second time here. Before they had a chance to respond I heard myself asking, “Were you all in the trees just now? It looked like I saw you just appear out of the group of trees.” They looked at each other quickly and the young guy smiled and said, “Yeah but we weren't just in the trees. There's a path where you saw us come out that goes back into the park. It's private and secluded and you can see things that you won't see out here.” “Damn right!” the older guy said and they both snickered. “You oughta check it out,” he continued. “Yeah, c'mon,” the boy said. “We'll show you.” I couldn't say what it was but something about the way they were looking at me and their eagerness to show me this path was making me want to go with them. “I guess not,” I said unconvincingly. “I don't want to leave my bicycle out here where someone could steal it.” The good looking older guy told me the path was wide enough and I could bring my bike with me. I heard myself agreeing to let them show me the path and we headed in that direction. As we walked the boy told me his name was Ryan and the older guy introduced himself as Kevin. I told them my name and we said it was nice to meet each other. We approached the spot that I saw them exit the trees and sure enough there was a fairly wide path leading deeper into the cluster of trees. The path looked pretty well used and I mentioned this. “Oh yeah,” Kevin said smiling at Ryan. “It's used a lot. It's very popular.” He laughed and led the way with me following behind him and Ryan behind me. I couldn't help but notice how good Kevin's ass looked in his tight shorts and tried not to stare but wasn't doing a good job of it apparently. Because suddenly I felt Ryan right next to me and he said, “Yeah looks pretty hot, huh?” I stopped and looked at him. I stuttered a bit and asked him what he was talking about. Ryan grinned at me and licked his lips. “You know, Justin. Kevin's ass. Looks damn good with those tight shorts on doesn't it?” He ran a hand through the dark hair on his chest and involuntarily I let out a low moan. “What are you two talking about?” Kevin asked walking back toward us. Ryan didn't take his eyes off me as he answered Kevin, “Justin and I were saying how hot your ass looks in those tight shorts. Weren't we Justin?” “Yeah?” Kevin asked standing right in front of me. “I'm glad you think so Justin. You're damn hot yourself. Want to see my ass without the shorts on?” My heart and head were pounding as I felt my cock aching to get out of my shorts. Not waiting for an answer Kevin turned around in front of me, unsnapped the button on his shorts and let them drop to the ground. I gasped seeing his tight muscled hairy ass cheeks. “Hot ass isn't it Justin?” Ryan whispered as I felt his grip on my bulging crotch. “Bet you wanna touch it. Maybe even taste it, huh? His ass tastes so good. And he loves having it tongued.” “Fuck yeah I do!” Kevin answered wiggling his perfect bare ass at me. “Come on stud, eat my hole! Get your tongue in there!” I was moaning loudly now and felt Ryan pushing my shoulders down until I was on my knees, my face just inches from Kevin's bare exposed hairy hole. All the built up lust and need from the past week washed over me and I grabbed those meaty hairy cheeks and pulling them apart I buried my face and tongue in the offered hole. All it took was the first taste and I was devouring his manhole as passionately as I had eaten out Drew's last week. “Oh fuck yeah man!” Kevin cried out. “That's it stud! Eat that hairy hole. Get in their deep! Damn dude you're making my hole feel so fucking good!” I was licking and kissing and sucking on his hole probing as deep inside him as I could. I realized in my obsessed mind that I was tasting something that I hadn't tasted when I ate Drew's hole. Something kind of tart and wet. It took me a moment to realize what it was. There was cum in Kevin's asshole and I was sucking it out of him and swallowing it as I ate his ass! Oh fuck! I felt Ryan's wet lips at my ear and heard him whisper, “Yeah you're tasting that cum in there now aren't you Justin? Yeah man that's it. Eat his ass and suck that cum out of there. Suck MY cum out of his ass daddy!” What?! I screamed in my head. Ryan's cum in Kevin's ass? Ryan fucked Kevin?! Oh fuck!! I ate and sucked harder as I realized what Ryan had just told me. (to be continued)

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It was Thursday night. The night before I turn the big 1 8. School had been a blur. Daddy Steve and Daddy John gave me free rein to check out the USB sticks and enjoy the dirty perverted sex capades they have had in the past. They opened my eyes to so much. In particular, just how cruel Daddy John was to Daddy Steve. He really did enjoy treating him like an object over a person. He especially enjoyed letting strangers treatt him the same way. There were clips where Daddy Steve was being brutally raped by all sorts of guys begging for mercy, only being laughed and mocked at. I watch all sorts of ages and race fuck him. I was put off whenever I saw old guys fuck him. In particular, the ones that looked ill and frail. But the scariest where the big solid guys that looked like they could break you in two with only their forearm. One particular video had Daddy Steve passed out while this big solid guys with hairy shoulders fucking hard and fast into daddy Steve’s ass. Daddy Steve was like a floppy rag doll. There were slap marks all over his body. Dried cum crusted over his face and hair and over his ass cheeks. His cock was bound in a cock cage. Daddy John must have been behind the camera, the solid hairy guy asked Daddy John how long he had been out for. Daddy John said about 5 hours and had about 37 strangers use him. The solid hairy guy said he could tell because Daddy Steve’s hole was loose and felt like he was fucking a pool of custard there was that much cum in him. Shortly after, the solid hairy guy tensed up and unloaded in Daddy Steve. I watched as he pulled his 7inch cock out, it was slick and shimmering with cum. It was too much. All I wanted to do was pull myself off and unleash my load. But my dad’s gave me one rule. That was to not cum until they say so. That was hard. I had not blown a load since before the grand finale. My dad’s knew of this and I swear I reckon they found it amusing. And to torture me that little bit more, all week they walked around the house without their shirts on. Daddy John would only wear his towel around his waist after a shower, barely dry himself off and letting the water drip through his hairy muscly chest and abs. Sometimes he would move in close to me and rub his hard cock on me. I was on edge. He would wrap his strong bulging veiny arms around me as though he was giving me a hug, but he would hold on obviously too long, nudging his raging hard on against my upper abs. he was a tall man, 186cm massive wide shoulders that easily curl in around my entire body. His skin radiated a comfy heat that made me feel safe. But it hit me. This is my dad. My biological dad. This is totally wrong… This… Sexual attention. But why did it feel so right for me. Why did I like it so much. I felt so safe in his arms. So safe, I knew I would let him do what he pleased with me. It was then that I looked up to see him staring down at me. His big brown eyes gazing, reading, taking all of me in. It felt as though he was reading my mind. The corner of his right lip surrounded by this bushy silver grey beard turned up. ‘It’s your big day tomorrow son. You finally become a young man. A man to choose his own decisions. How do you feel?’ he asked. I stared for a long while into his big brown eyes. I was lost in their mystery. I almost forgot that he asked me a question when he rubbed the back of his big hand over my cheek. I found myself curl into it. ‘I feel proud dad. I feel ready to be independent.’ Daddy John through his head back and chuckled. ‘Oh I don’t know about independent son.’ He looked back at me, ‘but definitely ready to choose your destiny.’ I wasn’t sure what he meant by that. Isn’t that the same thing? He finally pulled away from me and I instantly felt colder. My own skin wanted that radiant heat back. He walked to the exit of the kitchen, but stopped and turned back. ‘I’m heading out son. I won’t be back until the morning. I have some plans I need to make.’ He gave me that big brown eye stare again. His right lip jerked up slightly as he continued ‘You take the time to think about what you want for you birthday. We will talk about it in the morning.’ And he walked out. Think about what I want for my birthday? I already know. I want to become a pig, like my Daddy Steve. That night I did not have a wink of sleep. My mind kept pacing through all the different pig things I could do. And because of that I had a hard on as stiff as metal. 6am and I got up. In nothing but my boxer briefs I walked into the Kitchen. Daddy Steve was already awake and sitting at the island. ‘Happy birthday son!’ he galloped around the island tackled me into a massive hug. ‘Oh! Thank you Dad!’ ‘How does it feel?’ He asked as he loosened his grip, ‘You know. You being 18?’ ‘I don’t know. I still feel like I am 17. It has only been a few hours.’ I laughed. Daddy Steve grinned .’Oh, you will feel the difference. You will feel it soon enough.’ He moved back to the island. I leant over the other side. ‘Have you thought about what you want for your birthday?’ ‘You know what I want Dad. I want to become a pig, like you. I want to feel free and enlightened and enhance that confidence by not being ashamed for who I am.’ Daddy Steve smiled. ‘Where do I start dad?’ Daddy Steve chuckled. ‘you’re a spry kid, you know.’ And he patted me on the back. ‘Well?’ ‘Well what?’ ‘When do I start?’ ‘… First you need to condone it. Give up your rights. All your rights. Everything that is you, you need to give it up.’ ‘To you?’ ‘No…’ Said a familiar voice from the entrance, ‘To me.’ Daddy John stood at the entrance. He was wearing nothing but leather chaps, a black leather jockstrap with silver studs around the pocket of the pouch. Black gauntlets with pointy studs covering the back of them, a leather harness that shaped perfectly around his hairy muscle pecs, and a black leather barat. My cock saluted him instantly. ‘If you want to be a piglet. You give up all your body, your soul and everything that comes with it, to me.’ My whole life he had control over me. I was under his gruelling obligation to do what he told me to do. It was why I had good grades, why I was so good at football. It was all because of him, so what difference does it make now that I am 18. Like a moth to a flame I found myself saying the words ‘Daddy John, I give up all my adult rights to you.’ Daddy John grabbed me by the throat and pushed me up against the Fridge. Locked eyes. His brown opals pulled me into that obsequious state of feel. Daddy John has control over me. I didn’t move. I allowed him to hold me tight on the throat, wedged against the fridge and him. He rubbed the back of his left hand down my chest and torso. I could the tips of the spikes to his gauntlets scrape against my skin. His fingers tucked into the band of me briefs and with one swift, he ripped them off leaving my rock hard cock exposed. He broke his stare and looked down. Noticed my throbbing knob leak pre cum. ‘Mmm. Lick your old man’. His tone was low like a growl. ‘Steve! Grab the tube’. Daddy Steve left the kitchen. Daddy John gripped my cock and begun stroking it. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. ‘Look at me boy’. I looked back. His piercing eyes pulled me back in to his dominating grip. His pace picked up. My horniness was on an extreme high from holding off for so long. I knew I was not going to last. And with the notion of knowing that it was my father doing this to me took me to an intense level of intimacy. Daddy Steve returned, and just in time. I felt my balls tighten up. My body shivered. My breath quickened. Daddy John chuckled that deep burly chuckle of his. I lost control. Daddy Steve moved the tube under my cock. Jets and jets of cum spewed out of cock and Daddy Steve caught it. With every jet of cum I felt my horniness drain out of me. My energy sucked out of my body through my orgasm. ‘Good lad’. Daddy John’s lip perked up. He seemed pleased. Daddy Steve sealed the tube and left the room. I was wrecked from that intense orgasm but Daddy John did not let go of my cock, ‘You’re my little faggot boy now’. Daddy Steve was not joking when he said Daddy john likes him in a state where he was not feeling horny. And this is where Daddy John had me right now. ‘I need to sit down’. Attempting to speak while my throat was crushed by Daddy John’s grip. ‘Is my little faggot tired? Does he want to rest?.. Too bad.’ he moved in close. His manly lips close to mine. His salt and pepper beard lightly touching my face ‘I own you boy. Today I am going to take your virginity. Today I breed you. Today… I will make you my POZ faggot piglet.’ With that he planted his lips on mine. The strength of his mouth forced my mouth open, I felt his massive tongued forced its way into my mouth. It was like a suction cap. He let go of my throat and moved his hand behind my head to press my face harder into his pash. My tongued couldn’t help but massage his tongue. His beard scratched against my boyish virgin skin. He pulled me in close to his hairy muscly body with his free arm and held me tight. His hand crawled down the to my lower back. Fingers trailed down my left ass cheek. He gripped it tight and lifted me up. Naturally my legs wrapped around his solid waist. Daddy John walked us to the kitchen table. I could sense Daddy Steve hand returned. Daddy John finally broke his pash and lowered me onto the surface of the table. Daddy Steve walked to the far end of the table and grabbed a hold of my ankles. Daddy John stepped back slightly. I watched him in his full dominance. The shape of his body enhanced by the leather harness and light of the sun shining through the windows. He moved his big hands to his crunch and rubbed it a little. Then, he quickly unsnapped the pouch to his jockstrap unleashing his rock hard 12.5inch cock. The veins pulsed down his thick shaft as it saluted the Australian flag. And his knob glisten through the massive amounts of pre cum oozing through the slit. Daddy John precums a lot. Another similarity between he and I. Something Daddy John picked up on. Then I realised. His huge cock was not going to fit in my tiny ass hole. I didn’t want it anymore. I was drained from my orgasm and I no longer wanted to do this. that feeling I spoke to Daddy Steve about. Fear replaced excitement. I have only been 18 for a few hours and now I am about to lose my virginity to my father who is HIV positive and is going to convert me. I had to stop this. Put a pause on it and let me readjust my thoughts and maybe reconsider the idea of being a pig. God dam it! I hated how my frame of mind changes when I blow my load. I trailed my eyes up Daddy John’s hairy body until I reached his eyes. He was watching me. The right side of his lip tightened. It was like he was reading my mind. ‘I own you boy. You are my property.’ He moved in close. His hands rapped around my thighs pressing them against the table, spreading my ass cheeks wider, leaving my virgin hole fully exposed. The heat radiated off Daddy Johns cock only inches away. ‘Stop Dad. I don’t want to do this.’ A voice from behind ‘Son, you gave your rights away a moment ago.’ Daddy Steve looked down on me ‘You have no choice. To be a pig you need to accept it no matter how much you don’t want it. It’s the only way.’ ‘I don’t want to be a…’ Daddy John pressed his cock against my virgin hole ‘Argh!’. Daddy John rubbed his knob in a circular motion, rubbing his precum on my rectum. ‘This is the only lube you will get.’ He pressed harder. My hole wouldn’t give way, but his strength was to strong and overpower my rectum. My hole was unwillingly forced open. ‘ARGH!!’ I cried against the intense bolt of pain shooting through my ass, stiffening my body. The skin of his knob gripped against the skin of my hole. Daddy John is a strong man and I knew it would not take much to break his way in. I held my breath in my throat. My body paralysed in the fear and shock of the invasion but I managed to press my hands against Daddy Johns hairy chest. but Daddy Steve quickly grabbed my wrists and held them up over my head, pinning them tight. I was completed exposed. ‘You need to relax son. John won’t stop. It will be less painful if you relax your body.’ ‘No! Stop! I DON’T WANT THIS – AHH!!’ I couldn’t relax. It finally gave way. Daddy Johns knob broke through the ring of my hole. I felt a sharp fullness with an intense burning sensation. My inner walls were splitting. Daddy John gave a deep burly moan within his abdomen. ‘Son. When Daddy John starts to fuck. He won’t stop until he has pumped his load deep in you.’ ‘Oh God! Please Stop!!’ ‘BOY!!’ Daddy John growled. I looked back at him with glazed watery eyes, ‘My cock is going in. Your old man is taking your virginity and it is going to hurt.’ He spoke in third person,’ Your dad is going to fuck and wreck your hole until he infects you with his POZ load. YOU. BOY. You are going to accept it whether you like it or not. You are becoming the pig you want to be. It is the only way.’ For a moment he just looked into my soul. My now impure soul… then he pushed. I couldn’t resist and his cock forced it way into my hole. His cock gripped against the inner walls of my rectum like sand paper scraping against a wooden surfaces. I groaned in pain. My mind went into a state of chaos. Telling itself that my hole will be ok. It won’t be that bad… but it was that bad. My hole was not going to be the same again. My body felt full. I could have sworn Daddy John had his full length in me. ‘You’re only 5inchs in boy.’ He was reading my mind. He pushed harder forcing more of himself into me. ‘You are raping me. STOP.’ Thinking that would make Daddy John reconsider doing this. he only chuckled. ‘I’ll go to the police Dad, if you continue doing this,’ ‘You devoted your life to me boy. You are MINE! I will do this. J will break your hole in and infect you with my HIV. I own you pig boy. You go to the police. That will not stop your old man.’ He pushed further in. his veining cock gripped into the inner walls of my ass. It was too much for me and everything went black. I don’t know how long I was out. But I remember waking up to that same intense pain with Daddy John fucking me hard and fast. ‘Argh!!’ ‘You’re awake. Good. Daddy John wants you awake. He doesn’t want you to miss out on your first experience.’ ‘Steve. He is bleeding.’ ‘Good. The bug will catch on quicker John.’ I looked down at Daddy John. His muscles glistened. Biceps were tensed from his grip against my thighs. The hair on his chest was matted and his forehead beaded with sweat. He kept throwing his head back in ecstasy. His pumping seemed to feel a little easier in my hole. It must be the blood lubricating the friction. I wept. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Yes. My dad’s were right. I asked for it. But the reality of it was completely different. I thought my dad’s were to protect me from these things. Protect me from predators. They are the predators. They’re the rapists. ‘Yeah that it faggot. You’re taking your old man’s dick. You’re being bred.’ I cried like a six year old boy. There was nothing I can do. My mind separated itself from my body in a way to deal with the torture. Daddy John’s pelvis was thumping against my ass. His balls smacked my ass with every pump. His pubic hair scratched against my sensitive skin intensifying the burning sensation. Daddy John groaned. I felt his cock expand even more inside my hole. ‘I’m going to infect you boy.’ Then he moved his arms behind the back of my knees and closed his big strong hands behind my head, pulling my while body in closer. My face was an inch away from his face. My eyes locked with his. There was a look of determination behind his brown eyes. Beads of sweat from his forehead dripped on my face. Some in my mouth. Then, He locked lips with mine. His tongue invaded my mouth. I struggled to breathe. He groan as his thrusts became shorter and more frequent. He groaned into my mouth and held his pelvis tight against my arse. He pulsed inside my hole. He was cumming. Injecting me with his infected load. I could feel his cock pump jet after jet of cum into my wrecked ass. He broke his kiss and groaned loud. ‘I’m infecting you boy! Feel that POZ load filling your hole. Feel it claiming your body! Ahhh!!.’ It felt like it went for 10mins or so. Finally he fell limp on top of me. His weight pinned me down and I could hardly breathe. His sweat slick on my body. Finally he lifted himself off. His cock, while still rock hard, slid out of my hole. Suddenly there was a cool breeze across my rectum. I couldn’t control my ass muscles, a moment later I felt cum pure out of my ass. Daddy Steve let go of my wrists and I lifted myself up. Before me stood Daddy John. Hands on his hips huffing and puffing from the intense bang he just unleashed. I trailed down his sweaty muscly body to see his rock hard cock glistening with cum juices. There were streaks of blood as well. A reminder that he made sure there was direct access for his bug to enter my system. ‘How could you do that dad.’ I wept. ‘you are my father. You are supposed to protect me.’ Daddy John grunted. He was displeased. ‘Piglet. This is what you wanted. This is what you signed up to a moment ago.’ His voice was cold with malice. ‘I’m going to the police.’ ‘Go. Boy. You do that. I assure you this. You won’t file that rape complaint. And you will come back for more of your old man’s cock. I said this before. You choose your own destiny.’ And Daddy John walked out of the kitchen ‘Right now, you are not seeing things straight.’ Daddy Steve ‘It’s that state of mind I spoke to you about son. Your father is right. You will come back for more. And I promise you this. When you do. Daddy John will punish you for it. Remember that.’ Daddy Steve followed his husband leaving me in a pool of infected cum.

The first gloryhole I saw was at a university, in the Student's Building, near the pool tables. I visited this gloryhole for years which had 4 toilets in a row with a metal partition in front of the toilets for privacy. This partition allowed the suck and fuck action to take place in the two toilets at the end, with a huge hole between them. Occasionally the holes in the metal partitions were covered up but very quickly the holes were back. There was a Pub in the same building so on Friday or Saturday nights, when the pub was open, the gloryhole was busy with horny drunken students. Lots of fun! I think that a gloryhole is great for the guy getting sucked because after he shoots he doesn't have to talk to anybody, just pull out, clean up and leave. Same for the guy sucking, after the load, no need to deal with anyone. The ultimate of objectification!