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Part 22 I took a deep breath as he was pushing me gently but firmly into the dark area, holding me by the hips and guiding me through the groups of guys. I inhaled the smells deeply, a strong combination of sweat, cum and poppers. My head was already spinning and I had to lean back onto him to make sure I would not trip and fall. I was being very careful, taking small steps, and I could feel the breath of strangers on me, guys who got distracted from what they were doing by our arrival. Hands were flying all over my body, grabbing my cock and ass as we were passing. I felt his grip tightening on my waist, indicating me to stop. "Here, it will be perfect. Bend over." he ordered. I complied and felt a bench in front of me. I rested my hands on it, keeping my arms straights and I could feel the armbands tightening around my triceps. My back was as arched as possible and my ass was exposed. My shorts were pulled brutally down to my ankles and I immediately felt a warm tongue getting to work on my hole, forcing it to open, and getting ready for what was coming. The cum I had been trying to keep inside was leaking out and I tried showing how much I wanted another load by arching my back to the maximum and opening my hole as wide as I could. Five minutes later, I felt a cock rubbing onto my sloppy hole. "We're getting a lot of attention, boy. I'll start fucking you, it will open the way to other" he whispered into my ear, giving me a little bite before standing up and thrusting into my ass easily. I pulled my head up to show how much I enjoyed it but he instantly grabbed it and directed it to my left. "Open your mouth and suck him". Someone shoved a dick into my mouth, it was tasting of cum already but there was no way to know if it was his or if he had collected it from fucking another sloppy hole. I was surrounded, I was covered with hands and dicks which trying to make their way to either my mouth or my ass. I don't know if he shot a third load or not but he pulled out after five minutes and I could hear him step aside. "Here we go" he said to my ear. He was standing on my right and I could feel another dick slowly sliding into my sloppy hole and starting to fuck me. The guy I was blowing on my left blew his load down my throat, holding my head to make sure his cum would not go to waste. I swallowed it all, almost gagging for air. As he left, my head was immediately directed to my right. "Suck me, boy, as I watch you being used." I was at his complete mercy, I was not thinking and I was definitely not expected to think myself. I just had to be a hole for all the men he would tell me to please, in whatever way he wanted. This thought just filled my brain completely as a bottle of poppers was almost pushed up my nose, and my mind went almost completely blank. I was only focused on being a good slut, showing how much I was craving cum and dick, no matter the cost at the end. The guy behind me picked up the pace and I heard him roar as he was firmly gripping my hips, balls deep. He shot his load - maybe my fourth or fifth of the night, I was starting to lose count. I was a little too high on poppers and excitement. "Good little fag" I heard, not knowing who this was coming from. Another guy took his place, as I was still sucking my guy's cock. I was drenched in sweat, I needed a break but it did not matter at that point. My body was not mine anymore. Two or three guys took turns for the following fifteen or twenty minutes. I had no way to know if they shot their loads or not but my hole was getting sloppier with long strings of cum dripping along my legs. We must had been in the dark room for about forty-five minutes, I was tired but I was determined to keep going. I did not have a choice anyway, my guy was still holding me firmly in place, putting me back into position when I tried to get away. He had been giving words of encouragement to the guys who had been taking turns in both my mouth and my ass, telling them that I was a fucking cum whore who deserved to be bred. "My turn" a deeper voice said from behind. I felt a thicker cock sliding in. My body tightened a bit, even if my hole had gotten looser than usual after all that action and despite the copious amount of cum coating it. I gasped a bit, letting go of my guy's cock which escaped my mouth. -"Fuck, that slut is full of cum. Feels warm and nice in there". -"Yeah, get him pregnant, man. He's been asking for it all week!" -"He's neg?" -"Not for long!" That was it. He had not gotten into poz talk since we had arrived, but he was feeling more and more comfortable. -"You wanna give him your poz load, man?" he asked the guy. -"Yeah, I'm gonna poz him up! He on PrEp?" they were not addressing me in any way. All the questions were directed to my top, I had no say in any of the matter. -"He was. Until a week ago."

I'd been so fucking horny and in a real subby mood (I usually top) so I organised a group fuck last night with all my regular fuck buddies and anyone they wanted to bring, with my asshole and mouth ready for use. I had 11 guys over plus my regular fuckboy, Drew. I got on the bed doggy and presented my ass. and soon had the first cock deep in my guts and one down my throat. My hole was being well pounded and stretched wide open. I always had a cock in my mouth. After half an hour my buddies started feeding me loads in my mouth and breeding my ass. I loved experiencing their different techniques. Some men came in my mouth, some shot their loads deep in my throat. Most men shot their sperm balls deep up my asshole but a couple pulled out, masturbated and shot their loads over my hole and my balls before finishing off inside me. I got at last 2 loads from each buddy. At the end I was covered in sperm dripping out my ass over my balls and in my beard. I haven't showered so I still stink of their cum and sweat. Awesome.

PART 2: Massage Time While driving home all I could think about was Robert, his cock, and his invitation. My mind was racing with thoughts of tasting that cock, holding it in my hands again, and possibly having it inside of me. My mind drifted back to that tattoo, 'he is poz' I kept saying, but that didn't ease the strain on my cock, which was hard most of the ride home. When I arrived home I quickly got on my computer and emailed Robert telling him how great it was to meet him today and that if he ever needed help with his computer, please let me know. I wanted Robert to know I was interested without seeming too eager. I stripped down to be naked and sat back at my computer, I now had to browse some black cock on the internet. Within minutes I had a response from Robert. Dear Tim, It was great to meet you too. I felt as though in our brief time we had an immediate connection and I thought about you the entire drive home, mostly good thoughts! <wink>. Thank you for your offer for computer help, as I mentioned mine is always giving me fits so you are more than welcome to help me with these constant pains. ha. Please let me know when you can come over and check it out, tonight is good if you have time. Like I said, I can pay with a great massage that I am sure you would enjoy. Hope to hear from you soon. Robert My heart lept, and my cock started getting hard! I immediately responded to Robert letting him know I could drop by around 7pm if that was ok. Of course he said sure and sent his address. I had to start getting ready and prep myself further for going to visit Robert. After showering and cleaning out my ass once again I dressed in some loose fitting shorts and a tshirt Nothing too constricting as I am sure I would be semi hard most of the time visiting my new friend. I drove the twenty minutes to Robert's house which was located in a nice peaceful residential neighborhood, very cute. I knocked on Robert's front door a few times and turned around to look at the neighborhood again. I heard the door open behind me and I turned to see Robert standing in the door way with a big smile on his face, "Tim, great to see you!". Robert was dressed in a white wife beater shirt and thin white bicycle shorts that didn't leave anything to the imagination. "Please come in". I walked in and felt the calmness in his house. Soft music was playing, the fragrance was soothing, and it was very clean. I like all of that a lot. "I was just going to have a glass of chardonnay, care to join me?", Robert asked. "Yes please, thank you". Robert walked to the kitchen and I followed. Robert already had two wine glasses out, pretty much knew I would like a glass, and poured from a chilled bottle on the counter. Robert handed me a glass and thanked me again for coming, "oh, I should show you my computer". I said "sure". Robert led the way on the first floor to what seemed like this office. Robert pulled the chair out for me and said, "let me know what you think"? Robert was standing next to me now as I took a seat, knowing that gorgeous big black cock was right next to me was exhilarating. First thing I noticed on the screen was a web browser open to what looked like Robert's barebackrt.com profile, sneaky devil. Immediately I noticed all of his naked pics and some private naked pics. I wanted to read through every detail and consume it all, but I quickly looked over all the pictures and asked, "um, what are you having problems with"? I turned to look up at Robert while asking, but my eyes never got past his cock that was growing and straining behind the thin white fabric. oh fuck! Robert slowly rubbed his long cock one time and then said "sometimes when I watch videos on here they don't play any sound, and what is the fun of not having fucking sounds while watching fucking videos?" and laughed. "can you show me an example?" I asked "sure". He took the mouse and opened another browser that was on youporn.com, to a video that was all ready to go, a black man fucking a white ass bareback. Robert pushed the play button and I just started at the scene, that made now sound, so he was right. "It is so fucking hot, but I want to hear the sound of him fucking his bottom". Now I was so hard and no hiding my cock either. I fumbled for the mouse, letting my hand linger on his until I took control and started doing what I remembered to get the sound to play. I figured out the problem pretty quick and immediately we heard the sounds of these two men fucking. It was sooooo hot. You could hear the top black man sliding his raw cock in and out, the wetness of their fucking, and the bottoms moaning and begging for all of his top's big black cock. wow! After about thirty seconds of that, Robert quickly paused the video and said "whoa, I better save that for later" and laughed. "Thank you for fixing that Tim, it has really been bothering me. Now, are you ready for that massage I owe you?". "I would love that!". There was just no hiding our hard cocks now, so we just ignored the obvious! haha Robert led me to the basement where he had his studio setup. There were pictures of nude men, artistically done, hanging on the walls. The soft music was here as well, but there were candles burning now in what felt like a zen type garden. "You can undress in that room Tim, leave your underwear on if you like. When you are done come on out and we can get started". I disappeared into the small changing room that had a mirror on one wall, a chair for changing, and a small stand for my clothes. Well, little did Robert know I didn't wear underwear to his house. Thankfully my hard on subsided as I got ready to leave the changing room. When I opened the door I found Robert there, next to his massage table, wearing just a short robe. Wow, he was a fast changer. He placed a towel down for me to lay on and then looked up. "oh nice, full nude, much better anyway". "I didn't wear under my shorts so I hope that is ok" "Oh yes Tim, I think that is the best way to get started. Please lay down on your stomach and I will begin." I got up on the warm table and laid down on my stomach with my face in the hole cutout. Robert patted my ass cheek lightly, "perfect Tim". I could hear him squirting oil into his hand and then I felt his warm hands on me. At first I was very anxious for Robert to just go for playing with my hole, but that subsided quickly as this expert took over really giving me a great massage, my shoulder and back felt wonderful and at times I almost dozed off. With more oil applied right above my ass cheeks, Robert took the time to start slowly rubbing his hands over my ass and then slowly kneading each cheek. Of course his hands were not small so my hole started getting plenty of attention. The pleasure my ass started receiving was incredible and soon my hips were matching his kneading hands and I was moaning softly. I felt Robert's hands leave my ass and he asked, "Tim do you mind if I take my robe off, it is getting a little warm in here?. I turned my head towards Robert and answered "please do". I could already see the huge tend in his short robe. I had to watch him slowly take his robe off revealing that massive cock that was now hard and leaking. once his robe was on a chair, Robert lubed up my ass some more and got close to the table, the tip of his cock brushing my leg and ass. I let my head fall back to enjoy the pleasure I was receiving. "you have a hot ass baby" Robert said has is finger brushed over my hole again, but this time it stopped right on my ring....and slowly entered me! Not just lightly this time like the beach, but rather pushing in past his first knuckle. Spreading my ass apart with his other hand. "fucking hot baby, you sucked my finger right in". With his free hand, Robert took my hand and guided it towards his big cock. I started slowly stroking him as he finger fucked my ass. I lifted my head from the table again and turn my face towards my sexy new friend. I stared at his cock and opened my mouth. Robert got the hint and guided his cock to my mouth. I could barely fit him in at first, but that salty goodness of his precum was what I really needed to taste. Robert pulled his finger out of my ass and smacked my ass a little rougher this time, he was now moaning and leaking more. "Tim I really want to be inside of you, please". I took my mouth off of his cock and said "I want you bad baby, please fuck me". Robert stepped away from the table behind me where I couldn't see. I heard a drawer slide open and close. He was next to me again, positioning me on my back with my legs at the end of the table. I watched him move between my legs his cock bouncing and leaking like crazy. Without asking me, Robert reached over and opened a condom, taking it out and sliding it on his meaty black cock. I saw him then get lube and applied some to my ass and hole and then his condom covered cock! He put the lube down, lifted my legs, and pulled me closer to the end of the table. I could see Robert's cock start to soften a little bit. I asked, "are you ok? is everything ok? We don't need to fuck Robert, It is just a turn on to be around you". "oh baby, it isn't that. I am sorry. I have been poz for a while now and don't really use condoms anymore. so using them always takes me a while to get used to and realized not everyone wants to go without." I sat up and put my hands on his chest...rubbing his sexy chest hair. "Robert, it is ok, I do understand, once you get used to fucking raw, how could you want to go back?". with that said I reached down and pulled the condom off his cock, tossing it aside on the floor. I grabbed his big cock and said "since the moment I saw you I wanted to feel your heat in my cunt. Can you do that?" I could feel his cock hardening in my hand, like magic. "Tim, are you sure? I am poz and I believe you are neg." My legs were still up on his arms and I tried to guide his big cock to my hole, let the precum soaked tip touch my hole, "please be gentle baby" is all I said! Robert kissed me deeply and I let my arms reach around his neck. The next thing I felt was his cock head pushing into my tight ring! oh fuck!! that feeling of him stretching me open, wow! I reached down to feel his rock hard bare cock entering me! Robert stopped after a few inches, letting me get used to his size. "Tim you are so tight, I fucking love it". I leaned into Robert, "give me your cock baby". Robert had both of his hands on my hips and my legs up over his arms...he slid out about an inch and then started sliding in more. I could feel his precum was adding to the lube as I got wetter and wetter. I was moaning loudly now, "give me your big cock baby, fuck me good". Robert then pulled out almost all the way and slid back in, one full long motion. "push out on your ass when I slide in baby, I want to get all of my cock in your tight cunt" I did exactly what this sexy fucker said, I pushed out slightly when he slid in again and he went further than any man ever had, so deep. Robert looked me in the eyes, "I want to put my cum in you that deep Tim, but only if you want it too. I can pull out and shoot on you, that is very sexy and I would love to see that". My hand went to Robert's ass and pulled him into me, so deep, "please cum in me, deep, Robert". Robert just moaned and pulled out again, to slide back in. I knew that got him..he couldn't control his fucking any longer. Sliding in and out, my ass getting wetter and wetter, prepping for his hot cum load. I just kept talking nasty to him between my loud moans. "Fuck me Robert, cum deep in my ass, please breed me baby. breed my neg ass deep". I could feel him swelling, bigger and bigger I thought he would tear my ass a little. By this point my cock was so hard I couldn't hold back anymore, without touching my cock I started shooting my hot load all over he and I. Robert grunted hard and shoved all the way in as his thick veined cock unloaded all of his poz cum deep in my neg ass. so many throbs and jets of hot cum, I couldn't even believe how long he came! After about five minutes of Robert deep in me throbbing, he slowly pulled out and now I know what all of those men felt like, my ass felt so empty after his massive cock. my hole must have been open as it felt like my insides were exposed to the world. Robert looked down at my hole and said "fuck Tim, that is so sexy. your hole is still open wanting my big cock". He was so right! I wanted more and more, but was afraid to tell him that.

PART 1: Meeting Robert It was finally the weekend and I knew all week I wanted to get out to a nude beach and get some sun, along with enjoy the scenery. I took an extra long shower, making sure to clean myself out, dried off and went to get some shorts on. Since I go to a nude beach I didn't need a 'swimsuit' as I would be laying out naked. I packed my backpack with a towel, blanket and a small cooler with something to drink, threw on my loose shorts, and tshirt, knowing those would only be used only walking to and from the car. When I arrived, I found a spot to park, got my things, locked the car, and headed off down the sandy trails to get closer to the water. I passed several men leaving, along with following some that were heading down the path ahead of me. When I finally emerged to near the waterline I started looking for a place to lay out. I am not particularly crazy about being right in the path of all men traversing the path, not my style, so I headed back behind the bushes just off the beach. After a few minutes of walking I found the perfect spot for me. An area with enough space to get some good sun, but also somewhat secluded, not more than one or two people could layout in this area. Just what I like. I did notice right away that there was a blanket near my perfect spot, roughly 15 feet away I would guess. It seems someone had just been there but walked away for a few minutes as there was a water bottle and a book still open to a page. I looked around and didn't see my neighbor so I didn't give it much thought. I spread out my blank, using my towel as a pillow, put on some sunscreen, and cracked a cold beer before laying down my stomach to read and sun my ass. The feeling of sun on my naked body along with being outdoors always gets me going, it just felt great. I had been reading for about ten minutes when I heard someone approaching through the bushes, a very common sound at the beach. I wasn't really looking for anyone and continued reading my book when I felt someone finally break free of the bushes and I heard a subtle "oh". The man said, "Sorry, I didn't know you were here and it startled me a bit". I turned my head and was quickly taken aback by the man standing near his blanket. Here was a sexy black man, his chest hair and pubes were a mix of black and silver. He seems to clip his hair very short I noticed as I let my eyes wander down his body. He was definitely a little older than I but in great shape from what I could tell. I really tried to keep my cool and not let my eyes drift to his cock, but I couldn't refuse and wearing sunglasses I could do it without looking obvious. I quickly looked back up to him face and said, "oh sorry, I hope I am not intruding". "Not at all, glad to have the company. My name is Robert" the man said advancing towards me holding out his hand. I rose up and didn't even notice my semi hard cock as I took Robert's hand. His grip was very masculine and I couldn't help but enjoy his touch. "Great to meet you Robert, Tim.", I said. "Great to meet you to Tim. I thought I was going to be out here all day by myself, so ended up taking a walk to see who is out and about." Robert smiled. I knew what he meant, scoping our the landscape of possible men to meet. At this point I could have sworn he shook his hips a little as his long cock also swayed under it's own weight. Fuck. That is all I could think as I stared. I knew Robert felt me staring because I think his cock jerked to break my stare. Of course I couldn't control my growing cock so I quickly turned around and took a drink of my beer and sat down. whew. I offered Robert a cold beer, which he gladly accepted. I sat with cross legged on my blanket and quickly pushed my cock down so it wasn't standing straight up. As Robert stood there conversing with me it is then that I noticed a small scorpion tattoo on his left hip. I thought no...I must have mistaken the tattoo for what I thought it was. "Mind if I move a little closer so it is easier to talk and I can sit, relax, and enjoy my beer?" Robert asked "Of course Robert, please do". Robert handed me his cold beer, turned and bent down to move his blanked close to mine. I noticed Robert's big balls handing low, which is very sexy to me. Once Robert was situation he laid down on his blanked and faced me on his side. His big cock just laid so nicely down to the blanked. wow. I could definitely see his tattoo now and stared at it openly. Robert looked to where I was staring. "Ah, you noticed my tat", he said. "is that a scorpion?" "Yes it is, I got it several years ago" Robert said as he rubbed the tattoo making his cock move with the same motion. I could see his cock started to grow a little bit. "Do you have any tattoos Tim?" "No, sorry. never really got in to them, but I do like them on other men. That is a good one". "Do you know what it means Tim"? "Yes, you are poz, right?" "You are right Tim. Does that bother you at all? I hope not. I got the tat about ten years ago when I tested poz". Robert's cock was standing completely off the blanket now as he lightly rubbed the tattoo. "That is cool Robert. I don't think I have known a poz man with a tattoo like that, very cool". Even though my legs were cross legged, my cock had definitely freed itself and I obviously aroused, actually very hard. "I can see it doesn't really bother you Tim" Robert said as he nodded at my hard cock. With one motion Robert stroked his big cock in a long stroke, back and forth slowly as I watched him, he watched me. Measuring my excitement! Robert continued and said, "fuck I need to cum tonight" and laughed. "Oh I hear you there sir, me too". Robert sat up on his blanked. and was obviously trying to reduce the swelling he had going on. "What do you for work Tim?". I told Robert that I was a computer/network guy in I.T.. "What about you?" I asked Robert. Before answering Robert said "well shit maybe you should come work on my computer at home, it is always giving me fits" and winked. "I work out of my home Tim I am a masseur." "Oh nice" I said, "do you get a lot of business?" "I do alright" he said, "I have my regulars and taking in new business from time to time. Do you have a masseuse or get massages Tim?". To be honest I haven't gotten a massage in a long time and it really seemed to be about time, because they are really relaxing. "I haven't in a long time, but should probably get one soon". "Here, give me your phone" Robert said. I handed him my phone and he entered his name, number, and email as a new contact. "Don't hesitate to text or email if you would like to set something up". He hand my phone back to me and downed the last of his beer. He put the empty bottle in his backpack and said it was about time for him to go. I stood up, now that my cock had settled, and asked how long he had been at the beach. "Just a few hours, but I have had enough sun and I am pretty horny, so need to go home and relax". Robert made air quotes why saying the word relax. I just laughed as I completely understood. Robert pulled his shorts from his backpack, but instead of putting them on he asked for a hug while telling me how great it was to meet me. He caught me off guard, but I leaned in close and hugged him back. He whispered in my ear "great to meet you Tim" as one hand slid down to cup my ass. I could feel Robert's cock growing along my leg, what a fucking gorgeous cock I thought. soon his finger found my hole and just stayed there. I reached down to hold his big cock in my hand and as soon as I touched him, he started leaking, a lot actually, and then his finger slid into my hole. "fuck Robert" is all I could say! "I would love to Tim" Robert said quietly as I stroked his massive cock. Robert pulled his finger from my ass and hugged me tightly. "You should come over for a massage soon Tim". I looked into Robert's eyes, still holding his leaking big black cock, "I will sir". "You can tonight if you like Tim, I am free". "I want that Robert" I said as I let go of his cock and turned around. with my butt up against his swollen cock. his hands went to my shoulders but I reached behind me and guided his cock to lay on my ass. "Tim, you are so sexy, fuck. Please come over tonight and you will get the best massage you have ever had, I promise". "I will Robert, I promise". Robert eased away from me, gripping my ass again firmly in his hand, saying "good, I can't wait".

I will never forget the day; Frigid, windy, snowy, and dark. It was my birthday, mid December. I spent the entire day browsing hookup sites looking for just one load to take. I wasn't asking for much, but I had been sexting all day and my balls were aching for release. Curled up in bed with my dog, I continued to pursue a host who could drop a load in me - any load would do. After hours upon hours of searching I found a person who's profile was blank but new. I tapped on their avatar and landed on a page with the following: 44, 5'11, 198lbs, 7.5" - I'm Hosting, Vers. Hairy guys are hot. Fetishes: Used underwear, socks, sports gear, and body hair. Interaction: Anonymous Protection: Talk first I sprang to attention - excitedly I ask him if he were poz. He confirmed it and said that he was sorry, and asked if I did not want to play. I told him not to apologize, and that I was perfectly fine having sex with poz guys, even ones who are detectable. He proceeded to tell me that he was on his meds, and that he is responsibly undetectable. This man changed tune as soon as I told him that I was disappointed he wasn't on meds, to which he replied that he just wanted to lure me in and was in fact, not on his meds. I agreed to come over, my heart racing. I had never purposefully fucked a poz guy of any stature - detectable or not. It was like the virus was already coursing through my veins and I hadn't even caught it yet. I drove through the intense blizzard like conditions to arrive at his hotel and proceeded to his room. Standing in the doorway was man a couple inches taller than myself. He had hair that was just starting to gray, his chest coated in thick black hair that stretched down to his massive cock, wrapping around down his legs and to his feet. His thick coarse body hair was incredible running through my hands. He was a good looking guy, and was delighted I showed up. With thousands of snowflakes falling outside, I was determined not to be a flake, especially not for him. He poured me a glass of wine, sweet with a slight bite. I began to undress myself, leaving my jockstrap on. I laid on the bed, and admired his gorgeous body, his tufts of body hair, and fiddle with my own cock through my underwear. He moved towards my cock with his hand, and I told him to get ready to be shocked. You see, I have 4 piercings on my cock. a 4 guage prince albert curved barbell, and 3 rungs of a ladder. My cock is already indicative of what a bad boy I am, let alone if it were to be a poz cock. He began to take off my underwear, admired my piercings and showed me he had a PA too. He flipped me over, and examined my hole. Tickling the hair around my ass, he spit on his dick, and rubbed some on my hole. He slid his cock up and down against my fuck hole, the feeling was pure ecstasy. Without a moments notice, he burrowed himself inside me, balls deep. I let out a loud moan, it felt as though he split my ass open, and then gave me a shot of pure pleasure right in my cunt. The pain was intense, but the pleasure was greater as he began to pump his cock inside me. I could feel every single stroke press against my abdominal muscles, every last hump was pure, erotic, manly romance. His sweat was dripping all over me, his BO permeating my hair and skin. I squeezed down on his cock, urging him to release his evil seed inside me. And so he did, he came all over, painting the insides of my body with toxic cum. His load was hot, sticky, and the way it gushed every time he thrusted again made me nearly cum. He pulled out, and I reached over and grabbed an item I brought off the dresser. In my hand was a simple needle - 3ml, 20 guage. Nothing too scary. I grabbed his arm, and asked him if he was okay with it. I swear, his cock grew another 3 inches as he grabbed the needle from my hands. Using his teeth, he removed the cap. He spread my legs apart, and positioned himself at my hole. He slammed inside me, a feeling of pure joy now. I grasped his arm, and his vein began to show. He plunged the needle into his arm, and withdrew a dark, violent red fluid into the tube. His blood was so toxic I could feel his bugs in my ass clawing away to be reunited with their brothers and sisters. He squeezed my arm, after removing the needle and handing it to me. Carefully, I placed the needle against the vein I always use for an HIV test, and pressed in. Carefully, I slammed the plunger in. Immediately I could feel his minions hijacking my body, taking over my mind. I knew at this moment I was absolutely fucked. God damn, it was so fucking hot. I was absolutely. FUCKED. I then took the plunger and pulled it out, filling the tube with my own blood. He greedily took the needle, and slammed my clean negative blood into his veins. Every vampire needs fresh blood sometimes. Blood was rolling down our arms - staining the sheets with solid evidence of the crime we had committed. He grabbed his double zero gauge prince albert and put it on. He opened my legs again, and carefully pushed his massive bionic cock inside me, fucking me until he painted me up once more. We rolled over, and I rode his cock like into the sunset. I rode him, and rode him - grinding his cock inside my ass until he came a third time. With a dirty deed done, and new lifestyle ahead, I couldn't help but smile to myself as I drove home in a blizzard. It didn't matter if I look outside, or inside, all I could see was white. Please note : While this is fictional - This borrows heavily on my first pozzing experience. I am so excited to hear your thoughts after I've taken this huge step.

Here's a small world situation...I'm still in shock by it. I graduated college 25 years ago. Lost touch with some of my best friends over the years as happens. I am on holiday in Milan for the weekend and last night I'm horny in my hotel room so I open up Grindr and look for a bottom to fuck. I message a 20 year old kid who is 200 meters away from me. His profile says he is an American student studying in IT and he is horny for Daddy's to fuck him. We trade some pics and he is ready to come to my room for a fuck. He's tall, lean, lanky, not much muscle on him but smooth and defined and he seems horny AF to get cock inside him. 20 minutes later he knocks on my hotel room door. I open it up, he come right in, breathless, and he immediately starts to kiss me. He must have run over after his shower. We get to it...strip clothes off and I rim his smooth pretty hole for a long time, he's moaning, begging me to fuck him. Eventually I start to kiss up his torso and then kiss his lips as I push my cock into his hole. Nothing crazy, just an intense and great fuck till I eventually shoot my load inside him...he's rock hard and he begs me to suck his cock...I no sooner get my lips on his dick and he shoots his load right into my mouth. I snowball it back to him...we then lay next to each other just caressing and relaxing. I ask where he is from, where he is studying, etc. one question leads to another and I start learning a bit more about the kid. I told him where I went to college...and then it kind of got weird. His Dad went to the same college...then what year did he graduate...same year...then was he in a fraternity...then what was his name...and sure enough, this boy's Dad was one of my good friends in college and a fraternity brother of mine. LOL. So, we are both really freaked out by this. And frankly hornier too because of it. We fuck again...I blow another load inside of him. He spent the night with me. He's coming back tonight for some more fucking... Small world

...after laying out a while, and enjoying the sun nude, it is time for another cold drink. Steve offered to get us one, I said 'sure' and 'thank you'. Steve got up and grabbed our glasses, I noticed Steve was still semi hard...which he had been all morning by the pool. Thank goodness for my sunglasses as I get a great eye full view of that gorgeous swinging cock. "Be right back" Steve says as he saunters off. As I lay there, I can't help but think of Steve's cock. Just amazing to me, the girth and weight of it. Immediately my cock grows, and it takes all of my strength to not touch or stroke me. I know this is just a 'friendly' time by the pool, no sex is intended for sure. We are good friends, and both really enjoy our strength in having very open conversations...about everything! When we originally met on bareback RT, our friendship grew in place of a sexual encounter. I couldn't help but ask questions of you regarding your sexual escapades and desires...along with getting to know you as a person. Knowing you were poz just kept the conversation going for sure. Yes, we both knew our deep desires, but overall, we knew we connected on several levels...and it was very refreshing. Finally, after months of getting to know Steve, summer arrived and he invited me over for some sun and swimming. How could I refuse, some of my favorite past times! And here we are. We both knew that sex was not likely to happen between us, Steve was poz and I was neg. Of course, we flirt, how could we not?? We both love the same sexual types of things. As Steve strolled back out with our newly filled glasses, he seemed almost a little harder than when he left. I didn't mind a bit, and thanked Steve for the drink. "Looks like something got your attention while you were away" nodding at Steve's semi hard cock. He sits down and chuckles, telling me while he went to pee he remembered leaving a porn paused in his bedroom, Treasure Island media of course. As he went to turn off the TV he just had to stare at the scene a bit. "What was the scene?", I ask. Steve described the scene in 'what I can't see 2', of the older man fucking his blind folded boy from behind. I know it all too well, and we laugh. Steve then settles in his lounger I see him adjust his big cock and notice that he is now leaking. uh oh...not good! Steve's nipples are hard too...of course they are..it is a great video! Steve apologizes for leaking, but no apology needed, I know Steve's desires. All good! I can tell Steve is still thinking about the video because he is now rock hard...and leaking a lot more. I am getting excited as well so decide to turn over and get some sun on my back and ass. Steve tells me the worst thing would be to burn my ass cheeks. He asks if I want some sunscreen for my back and butt. "Sure, please." A benefit of having someone sunning with you. I hear him get up and open the lotion, squirting some in his hand. Steve starts to apply it to my shoulders and back. Feels great. He pops the top again, this time applying it directly to my lower back and across the top of my butt. His hands move around my lower back and then onto my ass cheeks. Kneading my ass as he applies the lotion. Of course, I am a flirt and push my ass up a little bit, not even sure if he notices, but soon his fingers brush my hole and I take in a breath. whoa...that felt great. As Steve continues rubbing my ass, and touching my balls from time to time, I suddenly feel Steve's heavy dick land in my open, upturned, palm. The weight of his cock is amazing, and of course now I feel his precum on my hand. Damn, my head is swimming. Soon enough he is done applying lotion but allow your cock to rest in my hand...."fuck that feels good Tim", but we both know it is time for him to lay down again! I release my grip on his cock and Steve slowly stands up, but his precum remains all over me. No problem there. Steven then lays back down and I turn my head towards him, easing up on my side. I see his cock is still swollen and amazing. I know he doesn't mind me staring at his cock ever, so I take full advantage. I reach out and get my drink. Still cold and so refreshing. Of course, my cock is hard now too...thanks to him and his touch. We start to talk some more, now just about anything else besides sex and porn. That helps...as both of our cocks start to settle down. We are laughing a lot about things, men, sex, websites, everything. Steve asks me if I had seen certain guys on BBRT...and then he describes why I might have seen them. Older, hung, poz top men....and then he describes some of them to me. I say, "I will definitely have to check them out", and wink at him. Soon enough it is time for another drink, and I ask Steve if he is ready for another. Drinking the last bit of his drink, he says 'sure' and hands me his glass. "I will be back in a few minutes" I say while grabbing his glass, then adding "unless you left your TV on" and we both laugh. "You can always turn it back on Tim, bedroom is down the hallway on the left", he smiles. I stroll into the kitchen, my mind flashing between the porn and the weight of his cock in my hand. Damn, is another drink really what I need? I smile. I open the freezer to get more ice and vodka, but then close it, thinking to myself, I must see that porn scene again, it has been a long time since I watched it. I stroll down to Steve's bedroom and enter. Of course, the TV is off. ha. damn! I notice his bed is roughly made. Steve’s desk and computer are in the corner, and it seems as though on his nightstand is a cock ring and bottle of lube. huh? A good night, I guess! I smile to myself. I find the remote to the TV and turn it on. Immediately the large screen is filled with the scene from the DVD. The older man's cock is clearly in his young boy, paused right there. I just stare at it...immediately getting hard! I turn the volume down a bit, and press play...just a minute I tell myself. The video starts again and the man is pushing his dick in and out of the b, wow! Fuck I love that video! I realize time is going by as the scene is getting closer to the cum scene, how long have I been standing here!?? Then I hear Steve at the door to the room, "it is good isn't it?". I turn and he is watching me watch the video, his gorgeous cock is rock hard and leaking again. "Sorry Steve, just needed a quick peek" "Not a problem at all Tim, I love that you enjoy it as much as I do", he smiles at me. I turn back to the video just before the older man slides in deep and cums hard in the boy. Damn that is hot. I could tell Steve moved in closer to me and the TV, but I thought it was to get a better view. As the next scene starts, I feel him behind me, his wet dick trails across my ass cheek. I reach back and take his hard dick in my hand, rubbing it all over my ass cheek. "Steve, we shouldn't" "I know Tim, I know. Let's just enjoy the video". So, we stand there watching. He behind me as I milk his cock all over my ass, moments later I feel his fingers tracing through his precum, down my ass crack and brush my now twitching hole. Soon Steve stepped in closer...rubbing is now wet cock up and down my ass crack..."should we get back to the pool and our drinks Tim?" "Fuck Steve", I said with a sigh. "I guess you are right", and I felt him pull away leaving a huge wet spot on my ass above my crack. Steve just sighed....and stroked his cock one more time. Then he reached for the remote and paused the movie where it was at, "I think I will be needing that later" Steve said while laughing. We both left his bedroom breathing hard and cocks bouncing as we walked. "Don't forget those drinks" Steve said while passing though the patio door. Off to the kitchen I went to get those drinks on ice and get back to the sun. Steve was right where he should be, in his lounge chair enjoying the sun. The only evidence of what had happened was a small pool of precum on his thigh where his now soft cock lay. "Thank you, Steve." "For what?" he said while looking up at me. "For not giving in to our desires", I said laughing. "Trust me Tim, if you were poz you would be carrying my load right now" Steve said while moaning softly. Of course, that is all it took to start my cock growing to full hardness again. "And I would be very happy for that sir" I said with a grin! Now it was time for his cock to now start growing. Steve reached down with one hand and gave his cock a good long pull, more precum oozed from his piss slit. The alcohol was definitely beginning to have an effect on my bravery and I asked Steve if I could taste his precum. Of course he said 'sure' as I thought he might. I got up off of my lounge chair and bent over his cock, took it in one hand and milked out another big drop, while looking Steve in the eye lapped that drop up with my tongue. Steve's precum was salty and very good! Without asking, I lowered my mouth to his cock and stroked for several more drops of his natural lube. "Fuck Tim, you are going to get my load if you keep doing that". I took my mouth off of Steve's cock, looked him in the eye and said "not yet baby" and set his cock back down on his leg with one final squeeze. I then straddled Steve on his chair, reached behind me and picked up his cock, laid it flat against my ass. I tweaked one of his nipples and bent down to kiss him deeply! Steve moved both of his hands to my ass cheeks and kneaded my ass like a pro. I felt his hand leave my ass, then his cock moved...then his hand was on my ass again, but guiding his finger to my tight ring, and what seemed to be lubed with his precum. slowly he spread me apart and inserted his finger slowly but steadily. I just moaned into Steve's mouth. I reached around behind me and took hold of Steve's wet cock. Steve pulled his finger from my ass and I placed his slippery cock head against my pulsing ring. "Tim, please don't. We can't fuck without a condom". "Steve, I want you in me, please fuck me" I felt Steve push his cock head past my ring and we both moaned out loud. "You are so fucking hot Tim, once I am in your ass, there is no way I can pull out". I pushed back on Steve's cock and felt the first few inches of him spread me open. "I know baby, please fuck me". I guess that is all the asking I had to do, Steve slowly sank his entire cock into me until I felt his sexy pubes brush my ass. I could feel his cock twitching has he rested there. "Don't move Tim, don't fucking move!" I lay on him, chest to chest as both of his hands were on my ass, cock buried deep in me, oozing precum inside of me I am sure. Within a minute, I felt him pull my ass up almost off his cock and pushed me down again, starting to fuck me in full lengths. My ass felt his oozing, making me wetter, but I was already starting to feel the rawness of his dick fucking me. I sat up....with him buried in me and eased off of him, immediately feeling the void where his cock was. I stood over Steve, "please fuck me from behind on your bed". Then started to walk towards the house. not looking back, but hearing him get off the chair. Entering Steve's room, I found the remote and pushed play to let the porn start up again. With deep moaning from the TV, I moved to his nightstand and grabbed the lube. I tossed it on the end of the bed, and climbed up on the mattress, on all fours...with my now red ass ring facing the door, waiting. Just behind me, Steve entered the room. I looked over my should and saw him there, stroking his cock. I knew what was coming! Steve walked to the bed....and immediately placed his cock in my ass crack, bent down and grabbed the lube. Then I felt the coolness dripping on his cock and my ass. Steve was rubbing his now wet cock between my crack, every once in a while, getting it stuck on my ring. "Tim, I am going to fuck you now...I have to. I will not pull out and you are going to take my poz seed. Are you ok with that?" "YES! sir" I almost yelled. "Good boy". Then he pushed the head of his cock back in my hole and proceeded to fuck me raw like he owned me. My cock was swinging semi hard, leaking precum/cum for the entire time...all I had to do was stroke it and I knew I would cum very hard! The man behind me was all I had thought of, imagining this scenario so many times in my head. Steve's pace was quickening, and I knew I would soon be rewarded with my first poz load, exactly how I wanted it too. Steve was talking very sexy now...very hot and honest while his hips pounded into my ass. "I am going to fucking breed you deep boy, give you my poz cum. Do you want my poz cum?" "Yes sir, please cum in me" "Good boy, here it comes". After a few more deep pushes, Steve buried deep in my ass and started cumming!!!!!! Holding my hips so very hard, making sure his cock was as deep as it could go. That is all it took for my cock to stiffen and shoot my entire load all over the sheets beneath me. Steve was panting hard, "I love fucking you Tim". I turned back to face him, his cock still in me, "I need to taste your cock Steve". He pulled out and I swung around to taste his still throbbing wet cock. Man, his cum and my ass...the most amazing thing. An hour later, after cleaning up. Steve lay behind me on the bed...slowly fucking me again as we watched a new porn. He fondled my hard cock as he slowly slid in and out of me. Steve leaned in close to me, "Tim did you always want this to happen?". I waited a few seconds and thought that over. "Yes I did. I knew from first talking to you, and seeing your pictures....your gorgeous cock...full balls...tan body, I knew I wanted you in me. Did I want your poz cum in me? That I don't know, but I wanted your bare cock in me for sure. Then when I saw you naked up close...it was all I could do to resist you. I honestly loved your thinking about poz/neg sex and love. How you could resist it and that it is both men's choice. I love that." All Steve said was "thank you" and pushed into me again and came!

Part 1 Ben woke with a start, this was not his hotel room, then it all flooded back what he had done the previous night. Ben was 25, and on holiday by himself He had been sitting on his terrace when he first saw the tall blonde headed guy watching him, the guy walked past and smiled, but said nothing. later Ben had gone down to the pool , and saw the guy again, but Ben pretended not to notice. Later in the afternoon Ben walked down past the pool and down to the beach and walked along the sand, suddenly a voice said Hi and he felt a hand on his shoulder. when he turned it was the blonde guy he had seen eelier, thought I would never catch you alone he said, and I'm Brad, hi Ben said Ben, you're not from around here then no am across from the UK said Ben, Hot was Brads response and then he lent forward and kissed Ben. Ben did not fight the kiss but relished it and moved closer to Brads suntanned body, the kiss finished and Brad knew you were available. together they moved down the beach and slightly out f view as they kissed again and Brad's hand ran around Ben's crotch, mammy nice package as Ben's cock stiffened, come with me Ben followed Brad off the beach toward the hotel, finishing up by a beach facing apartment, this is Mine said Brad and led Ben in doors. Once inside Brad wasted no time in kissing Ben again and feeling his hole before pushing the swim shorts down so he could feel Ben's stiff cock before moving to his knees and starting to suck Ben, been started to moan with pleasure, Brad stopped and said swap places and been saw Brads Massive cock for the first time. He wrapped his lips around the head of Brads Cock and started to work down the shaft, he felt Brads hand on the back of his head slowly but surely pushing Ben down on his cock he almost gagged but stopped himself just in time. When he cam e off Brads cock, Brad was smiling , what about eating together tonight, and we go get you something sexier than those swim shorts, Ben was happy to go along with that, so having eaten Brad took him to a shop which had Thong style swim wear try these handing hen a pale blue thong I think they will suit you perfectly for tomorrow on the beach. Having bought the thong they made their way back to the hotel and Brads room, once the door we shut they started to kiss with shirts and shorts coming off quickly, Brad led the way to the bedroom and they began to make out Brad started to rim Ben's hole which made Ben moan and twitch. Brad moved back up Ben's body incising him and then whispering in his ear I so want to fuck you, but only fuck raw, is that a problem Ben's response was I have not been fucked raw in 5 years now, oh Fuck you don't know what you're missing said Brad and it means your nag too I bet, yes said been quietly followed by are you pod? yeah I am does that scare you, Ben did not respond, his mind we in turmoil. Tell you what let me fuck you and I will pull out whenever you tell me, yes, been thought about it and then nodded slowly and you will pull out when I say Yes promise said Brad. Brad did not waste any time and pushed the head of his cock against Ben's hole slowly Ben 's hole gave way and Brad's cock slid in, once all the way in he kissed been and said feel good, oh fuck yes monad Ben. brad started to slide back and forth slowly at first p=but picking up speed, been was in ecstasy and moaning, suddenly Brad stopped do do you want me to pull out? Ben was unsure what to do he was loving this fuck No carry on for a bit longer, Brad grinned knew you would like it, 10 minutes later he asked Ben again knowing he was almost ready to cum do I pull out? Ben did not say anything so Brad leant over and kissed him and said you have to tell me what to do fuck me said been. Brad gave 2 big thrusts and felt his pod cum explode into Bens Hole and then started to kiss Ben whose legs automatically wrapped themselves around Brads ass toy keep him in place. Brad's cock eventually softened and plopped out and the two embraced so I think you liked that fuck said Brad, Ben said nothing but kissed Brad and they fell asleep part 2 to follow

Daily I touch my poz cock and realize i can change another's life with it

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Well I just turned 75 two months ago. Can not explain it but can not get enjoyment sex and at my age hard to find people to have sex with even though I do lie about my age. I like nothing better than to get into a sling, get a slam and take anyone who wants a piece of my ass. Could be there all night and much more that I like. Was at ClubZ and had a good time and went to the deck to extend my time. Told the clerk I had such a good time that wanted to extend my hours. He smiled and looked at me and said: ‘Yes I know, I fucked you twice last night. Of course I thank him.

Chapter 5 He knew that this would hit his prostate and do two things. It would hit his blood stream faster and at the same time it would make it harder for the Kid to cum, which sooner than later he would be craving. The guy slapped the Kid on the ass leaving a very red hand mark and asked him if he had any lube. The Kid said yes and the guy told him to get it. He handed the Kid a blue pill and told him to take it. The Kid as told and swallowed it with his water. The Kid could already feel the effects of the bootybump. His ass was warning up on the inside and his cock was getting very hard. The Kid applied some lube to his hand and began stroking his now very sensitive cock. The guy saw this when the Kid walked back in and grabbed the Kid and told him he didn’t give him permission to do that. He bent the Kid back over the couch and slapped the Kid’s cheeks again. This time it was a lot harder and the noise could probably be heard next door. It left a visible hand mark this time, The more time that went on the hotter the Kid’s ass felt. It wasn’t anything he had felt before but this time it had an air of excitement to it that he hadn’t felt before. It may have been because he was in his own place. The guy lubed a couple fingers and stared sawing them in and out of the Kid’s tender hole. His fingers were not that big but they were very callused and felt like sand paper. By this time the Kid was fully feeling the effects of the Drugs. His ass was on fire and his cock was harder than he ever knew. It was so hard that it was painful. It was constantly dripping precum. The guy put the head of his cock up to the Kid’s ass and pushed in. Between the Lube and the Kid’s spun ass there was not much resistance. The Cock went in and the guy pushed hard to go balls deep on the first thrust. When the Kid felt this his hard popped up and his mouth was open in shock. It didn’t hurt but it was a surprise to him. Without any fore-play he was able to hit bottom in the Kid. The guy pushed the Kid’s head back down and then grabbed the back of the couch on each side of the Kid’s hips and stared pounding the Kid’s once tight hole. For all intents and purposes, he was rape fucking the Kid. He didn’t care if he hurt the Kid. He just wanted to make sure he knew he was getting violated. The Kid was moaning with every movement in his ass. The Guy knew the drugs were doing their magic. He was going to be done in a little while and the Kid would need to find other ways to satisfy his craving. He didn’t care where, he just wanted to leave him with a need that would be burning in his soul for the night. The guy felt his cum rising from deep in him, he knew that was going to be a big shot, it was a few days since the guy had any and this was unusually for him. He felt his cock stiffen and he began to pound the youngster’s ass. With the way the Kid was bent over the couch he couldn’t move to get away or soften the assault in his ass. The Kid thought this guy was going to push so hard that his couch would be moved across the room. The Kid looked up and realized that his curtains were open and anyone walking by could see what he was getting. At this point the Kid didn’t care about it, he only knew that the cock in his ass that at one time felt average was far from average now, and he was loving it. The guy was breathing hard and was now ramming the Kid as a feverish pace. The Kid was grunting with every thrust which made the guy want to pound harder. As with most fucks the end had to come soon enough and the guy pushed in and he was so deep and over the Kid that his legs came off the floor. This pushed his cock even deeper and to an effect all the guy’s weight was centered on the Kid’s ass. The Kid was pinned down with the Guy’s spike nailing him to the back of the couch. The guy’s cock was squirting the day’s worth of cum in the Kid’s ass. It turned out to be a very large load. With this Position the Kid couldn’t move and none of the cum escaped. It was sealed into the Kid. The guy pulled out and looked at the slightly gaping hole, he could see the product of the his work with cum pooling inside the rectum. The guy pushed the Kid forward on the couch a little, this made the Kid’s legs come off the floor and had him in a totally ass up position. He did this so the Cum could drain deeper in the Kid’s guts. He started massaging the Kid’s hole with his thumbs on both hands. He said “ Stay in this position until you close, I want all my gift to seep into you. The Kid was making soft moans and whimpers, the feelings he was experiencing were only being intensified with the teasing that his ass was getting. The guy told the Kid “ I am going to have some friends over this weekend, I think you would enjoy the activities. You want to come over “? With the pleasure he was giving the Kid he could only whimper a paint ‘ Yes “. He told the Kid he would let him know what time. The guy left the Kid upside down over the couch and closed the door behind him. The Kid was in heat, he wanted to get more action and he desperately needed to nut. He crawled off the couch and tried his best not to lose any of the um in his ass. For the most part he was able to do that. He walked around behind the couch and noticed a slight stain from all his precum that his cock was leaking. He was getting a towel to clean it up when he checked the time and remembered that his girlfriend was due over in less than an hour. He was still spun and needed more. He needed was something he didn’t think his girlfriend could help him with. He needed something hard up his ass.

In my usual state I dithered over what to wear to visit the other boat. I settled on my white speedo with the lining cut out. I also decided to take a blue pill so the swimsuit could barely contain my 8 inch hardon by the time we rafted beside the bigger boat. Claude was behind me as I climbed up from our boat and assured me I was still leaking cum with a transparent wet spot at my ass. He settled on his favorite fashion statement, nude with a small sweat scarf tied around his neck. There were twelve guys on our host boat. Half were A type gym bunnies, beautiful, masculine, every one of them could be a fashion model or a porn star. Probably some were. The other six were as different from each other as day is night. Short, tall, slim, downright fat, dark, almost albino, hairless, gorilla. The gym bunnies were either in skimpy speedos, string thongs or florescent jock straps. The other six wore a variety of apparel. All of which sent the message it would drop off quickly and easily for sex. Every face had that freshly fucked glow and radiated an enthusiasm and randiness for more. One cub, probably in his mid-twenties caught and held my eye. He had a sweet boyish face framed in medium length dirty blond curls. A ready smile and impish glint in his eyes. His hairy chest and treasure trove were shown off perfectly by his open mesh off white shirt, which also highlighted his dark tan skin. He wore baggy practically transparent cotton gyps pants that did little to hide his thick pubic bush and beautiful semi hard uncut cock and swinging balls. He couldn’t help but notice me staring, winked at me and pointed me out to the gym bunny beside him. My erection broke loose over the waist band of my speedo. I considered tucking it back in and decided, ‘fuck it, I’ll just let it poke out if it wants to.’ Their captain announced that the barbeque wouldn’t be ready for another hour and encouraged everyone to enjoy the afternoon sun as we all got acquainted. A group of five guys gathered around Claud, and from all the touching and kissing it was clear their getting acquainted would be full on sex. In fact one gym bunny was sucking Claud’s cock to full mast within two minutes. Three gym bunnies led stoned Joe to a chase lounge on the stern deck. They waited on him hand an foot bringing him appies and a drink eventually loosening and opening his shirt. I think he was too stoned to anticipate what he was in for. I watched from a distance as my sexy cub and his gym bunny friend bantered with each other. The fat guy had engaged me in pleasant conversation. I felt a bit badly that my mind was wandering. I was lamenting that my dad bod would not attract the chiseled A types and wondering if any of the others would show more than conversational interest as the evening progressed. After about twenty minutes the cute cub joined the group of guys I was now chatting with. At first he stood across the circle from me which created a huge distraction, my cock began to harden. He was very flirty with everyone and eventually was standing close beside me. He leaned in and whispered in my ear; “Your gorgeous daddy dick is gonna fuck my ass.” Said dick peaked out over the waist band again. Then his hand ventured down my back and into my speedo. His finger was soon inserted in my ass hole. With a big grin he removed it, drew it up to his mouth and licked it off in a production for the entire audience to see. Then in a voice for all to hear he said, “But first it seems his ass can use a top up, who wants to lube him up for my cock.” All the while he had been slipping out of his loose-fitting cloths. Hands were now assisting me out of my speedo, and I bent over to take the cubs hardening uncut cock in my mouth. It wasn’t lost on me that Claud and his A type entourage had slipped of somewhere private to fuck. I was here on deck for all to see and maybe join in. How I hoped! As the cub’s tool expanded in my mouth, I felt fingers trace and penetrate my ass hole. It seemed clear to me it was getting the attention of a few guys, not just one. As I deep throated, and his cock hit my tonsils I noticed a new much fatter finger pressing at my hole. Realizing it wasn’t a finger I took a deep breath and pushed my ass backwards impaling myself on a thick short cock. I reached on hand behind to chick my guess and sure enough the raw cock in my ass was attached to the fat guy. I guess he was interested in more than conversation after all. He fucked me for a short time, and I could hear the other’s encouraging him to breed me. He told them he was likely to cum sooner if someone was breeding him. A tall slim pale guy took up the suggestion and soon I could feel his pounding coming through the fat guy’s body into my ass. After about ten stokes the slim guy cried out in orgasm and my ass was being flooded an instant later. The two of them pulled away and a beautiful gorilla bear of a man was inside me with his nine-inch-thick monster. Knowing I was freshly well lubed he just plunged in balls deep. I opened my mouth wider to scream only to impale more of the cub’s cock deeper into my throat. I began to worry I would bring him over the top in my throat. I loved the treatment my ass was getting but also wanted this sexy cub’s cum added to the sloppy mix. He must have been thinking much the same thing because he soon pulled himself out of my mouth and invited a pot-bellied dad bod guys cock to take his place. I needed more support so managed to get my spit-roast to move over to a wall. For the next ten minutes my throat and ass were fucked relentlessly. I was preparing to ask for a rest break when I noticed the cock in my mouth was getting harder. I checked and could feel that his balls had now pulled up entirely into his body. Sure enough a torrent of his man juice was now sluicing down my throat. Too far down for me to even taste it. Only now could my attention return to the onslaught at my rear door. Rarely had I been the object of such a powerful battering ram. I could feel the sweat from his body dripping on my back and bare ass. He was beginning to gasp for every breath and every cell of my being was filled with pride to offer this gorilla bear my vulnerable body so fully. And that is when his cannon began to blast and paint my ass walls, mixing with the cum soup already churning around deep inside me. His hairy sweaty body collapsed on my back as he panted like a spent wild animal. Eventually he nibbled my ear and whispered, ‘You are one fantastic fuck man, not many can withstand my onslaught, congratulations.’ To be continued …

Chapter 2 He looked into the Kid’s eyes and said “ I will be in here after hours. I suggest you work after hours and meet me in here, unless you want everyone to know what a fag you really are “. The Kid stayed later than normal and went to the restroom. No one was there so he did his business and stared to go out to collect his jacket and leave when the guy that grabbed his ass earlier came in and pushed him against the wall. He kissed the Kid and for the first time the Kid the Kid responded, and this time it was without that help of drugs in his system. This caught the Kid off guard and he didn’t know what to do except respond the guy’s advances. He kissed the guy back an da rush ran thru his entire body. His cock stared to get hard again. The guy was pressing against the Kid, pinning him against the wall and he felt the Kid’s cock stirring. He said “ I always wondered if you were gay like me “. He moved one oof his legs between the Kid’s couch and lifted up so that his thigh was pressing on the Kid’s groin. The Kid gasped and then moaned at the unexpected pressure. He started rocking his hips to get more of this great feeling. The Guy moved his leg away and asked the Kid “ do you have anything in you right now” ? The Kid wasn’t sure what he meant and said “ I don’t know “. The guy looked into the Kid’s eyes and said “ Nope, not yet anyway. You look stone sober “. The guy pushed the Kid down and told him to unbuckle his pants and get his cock out. The Kid hesitated and the guy pushed him down by the shoulders. The guy said “ You best get busy unless you want everyone to know what a sick fuck you are “. The Kid got the guys pants down and discover he was going camo. He Licked and stared sucking on the guy’s cock. It was a normal size but it was leaking precum very heavily. The Kid was doing his best on the guys cock, it was getting very hard and he hoped he would shoot soon. He didn’t like the taste of his cock or precum but he wanted this over soon. The Guy said “ Hey Kid “. With the cock still in his mouth he looked up and saw that the guy had his phone out and took a pic of him sucking on a cock. He stopped for a minute and the guy said “ This is to make sure you serve me when ever me or my buddies want some head or ass “. The Kid was shocked, was this not soon to be over, but he was going to eventually be passed around like a piece of meat. The guy grabbed the back of the Kid’s head and pushed his cock all the way in the Kid\s watering mouth. He said “ Get back to work, I’m not done with your mouth yet “. He started bobbing his head on the guy’s cock, trying his best get his to shoot. The Guy told him to lick his nuts and the Kid started licking his salty tasting balls and sucking on his sack. The Guy said “ Jesus, I knew you were going to be fun, but not this fun “. He followed with “ Someone took the time to teach you right “. The guy said we don’t have time but the next time we are together I am going to see if you Rim the as good as you suck. The Kid had a hold of the Guy’s butt cheeks and tried to work a finger in the guy ass, hoping it would trigger this guy’s orgasm. The Guy reached down and pulled the Kid’s hand back and said “ You’re not getting off that easy “. The Guy pushed his cock back in the Kid’s mouth and said “ You better get my cock real wet if you know what’s good for you”.

Next week we went to the sauna we just out of the showers when the bear walked past. Dom shouted “oi, you pozzed my bois hole”. The bear winked and said “yeh sorry, guess I should try make it up to you”. Dom smiled an evil grin and said “yes, get in that cubical and I’ll mess you up”. I wasn’t sure what these two alphas were up to but to my surprise the bear went in and knelt in doggy position on the mattress ass up. Dom spat on his hole and rammed his massive cock in and fucked like a piston. “Yeh give your hole to me to make up for it – good lad – taking it like a real man”. The bear moaned “yeh, shoot that fresh jock cum in me”. And with that brad moaned and rammed his cock in fully and the bear was like “yes man, I feel that cock exploding, fill me with cum!”. Dom pulled up and ordered me to clean up his cock. I put the thick meat in my mouth and licked Dom clean savoring every taste.

A short story. Part 1 - Tales Of Old There are many haunting tales around the world, some of which were written about in books then turned in to box office movies to give the viewer a good fright and an enjoyable movie. Connor though was not one for this kind of movie, even as he entered adulthood. There was one particular tale he had come across during his childhood that he read many times. It was strange since it was a paragraph hand written on the inside page of a book about the history of mythical night creatures. He had always assumed the book belonged in the library of his adopted parents home. The book first attracted him by the deep red velvet cover with gold bindings. It was certainly not a book you could just pick up at a bookshop since it was very old, in fact it was ancient looking but weirdly in good condition. The hand written paragraph drew him back time after time and even though he was studying for a business degree at university he also read history, an interest born out of reading that paragraph amongst other things. Connor couldn't work out that this one written paragraph sent the strangest shivers up his spine every time he read it. Despite that he could recite it almost word for word from having read it so many times. The paragraph was simply titled 'Travenni 1865' yet the way it was written felt like the author was a fortune teller and wondered if this was just silly ramblings, yet it was so intriguing to read. 'When the time comes seek perpetual daylight as your only saviour. For the young Kovalek son lives and never dies, the family at his knees now gone and a sibling who disappeared without trace but lives a secret life. The village of Travenni is in danger of being wiped out through his anger and search for the one, yet he know not of when they will appear. His appearance spells doom for your soul, the flicker of a shadow in the corner of your eye, his icy breath behind you chills your spine, the deathly accuracy when he takes his victim. A sharp gasp of breath taken by your mouth as your eyes flutter. The force of your beating heart pumps harder quickening the process until it stops beating, its purpose devoid of meaning in your now lifeless body. An ability to control ones mind from a close distance, you feel a madness taking over but it makes him weak to invade, he is destined to control others in his quest. You can only see him if he presents himself to you, his touch freezes your body and thoughts. His icy blue eyes so mesmerising pulling you under his spell for he shall take them to serve his own need, his way of getting close to the one. His manifestation drives only a purpose and quest seeking each Berkhoff family ancestors. The one who carries the blood of purity that will unleash and free him from perpetual darkness. Yet he shall not kill the one who carries the blood of purity, only by their existence and willingness can he take their blood. He will find the one who remains, he will taste their purity and see the light of day, too much purity is blurred and could spell disaster.' The paragraph was signed by who Connor assumed was the person who wrote it 'Lettie Arno Borsch 1878'. It was in a way one of the strangest things to this day that Connor read and all through school he did many searches on the family names but it all seemed to end around the year of 1829. He thought nothing more about it until he finished school and was wondering through he manor house to the library where he found the book again. His adopted parents had a vast array of unusual books that he had spent many hours reading, they were not eccentric people by any means. In many ways they were just a normal family having formally adopted Connor when he was one year old, he knew no different and had a very happy upbringing in the quaint village of Chalfont Fortis in the Cotswolds. Adopted parents or not, he saw them as his parents and they would always remain that. At 20 years old Connor was sporty young lad with striking black hair, piercing blue eyes and average height of five feet nine inches, a slim but sporty athletic build and very attractive looking with kind facial features. He knew he was gay at 18 years old and openly talked about to his parents who were very chilled about it, they knew it was not a choice but how you developed in life. Opening up about his sexual preference was never hidden, after all his parents had never kept his adoption secret from him. There was nothing to hide or trace of where he actually came from. When he was sixteen he tried with his fathers help to trace his adoption but the trail was dry and only started from when he was left in the village church early one morning before the Christmas day service. It did have the misfortune of him being quickly known as baby Jesus, his adopted parents offered to look after the baby until the mother could be found. It took almost a year before authorities admitted they had no idea where he came from and allowed him to be formally adopted. On the sole of his left foot was a very weird mark that looked like the outline of a lotus flower. As Connor grew and the mark remained the same size, it was a red mark that looked like some weird birth mark. Village life in the Cotswolds was of course rife with local gossip and Chalfont Fortis was no different in that regards. The village was split in two halves by the stream that run through it, on the east side was the church, pub and school along with pretty village cottages and houses that radiated out either side of the church following the stream north and south. The west side of the stream was the local village shop and even larger old houses going south until you reached Fortis Manor, home to Connor and his parents. Going north from the shop passing cottages set back from the road with charming gardens led you to a turning where large heavy iron gates lead in to the Chalfont Weir estate and the large mansion. Enclosed by a large old and partly crumbling brick wall that stretched the entire way around the estate. It was once home to the lord of the manor and handed down through generations of the Smythe family. Over the many summers growing up Connor and his friend James would spend with jam jars and fishing nets in the stream trying to catch tadpoles or anything else that happened to be in their vicinity. Everyone knew everyone and everyone knew everyone's business so there was no hiding secrets in the village, families came and went finding out that village life was really not for them. The east side was the only part of the village where properties would go up for sale the further out of the village you got, there rally was nothing here for those who didn't know what village life was all about. To Connor and James the whole place was a playground to be explored over and over. James frequently stayed at Fortis Manor, dating back to early 1700's the place was perfect for hide and seek. Set on the banks of the stream it was a seven bedroom manor house with an unusual large room where banquets would have been held back in the day, now though it was a large lounge with a huge fireplace, it was the heart of the home and always had a enormous Christmas tree in during the festive season. His adopted father a famous historian gave one off lectures at many universities around the world, this meant Connor was fortunate enough to visit many countries growing up. Sir Edward Barton and his wife Lady Jane Barton lead a quiet life that Connor loved, he learnt to cook and be pretty self sufficient by his mother. Gerald Smythe was the last existing family member who lived a solitude existence in the large sprawling Chalfont Weir mansion, he had a housekeeper who lived in the village called Betty. She was the main source of gossip as well. Despite his solitude existence Gerald would often walk down to the village shop and sit on the low wall of the bridge over the stream chatting away to Connor and James whilst watching their efforts to catch tadpoles. When he returned to the estate the gates closed and his solitary existence resumed, he like his privacy yet he was always happy to talk when out and about. He was a man of mystery and never married, he always maintained that the family was defective with bad genes so it ended with him. A rather strange look on life Connor thought when talking to Gerald that day when he paused on his way to the shop. Connor was sat waiting for James to head back to university after a weekend home. Even though they had grown up they now went to same university, and James loved having his best friend around. A friend that had never waivered even when he had that difficult conversation of coming out to James. At Oxford where they were both studying degrees. Connor with his history and business studies, the history was more of an indulgence and hobby. He and James shared a flat in Oxford and their friendship was so close that many assumed them to be brothers. James was the same age and height as Connor and he was studying to be a sports physio and hence had a big liking for all manner of sports and working out. He had what Connor called a body to have sex with, a nice muscle proportion that James was not afraid of showing off around the flat along with his natural looks, brown hair and brown eyes. Straight without a shadow of doubt and he loved the fact Connor was gay, it meant less competition on the girl front. They both had numerous students chasing them every week but they remained focused on their studies preferring each others company. Connor though was quite partial to getting the occasional blow job in the university library since it was known as the place to pick up a quickie between lectures. Coming out of his long day of history lectures they had been given an assignment to write a piece on historical mysteries, fact or fiction. Most of the other students were complete avid history buffs that verged on a know it all attitude. There was one who sat over to the back left of the lecture hall that he had never spoken to. In fact they never spoke to anyone in lectures and always had their head down, Connor liked watching him for he was quite sexy in a nerdy way. He had heard rumblings that nerdy had been seen in a local gay bar a few nights. He knew the guy was the higher end of 19 years old and there was something quite sexually alluring about him. His mousey brown hair, blue eyes with average build and standing just marginally shorter than himself made him just Connor's type. With the assignment to be completed over the summer break he first thought was to call his father for suggestions. That would have been too easy to not challenged him enough, instead he went to the library and up the stairs to the section on historical artefacts and legends. It was a section he had only been in once before and it contained copies of numerous ancient writings, artefacts and books on legends through out the ages that he was hoping would give him some inspiration. The whole library was fairly quiet and this section was even quieter at this late time of day, only one other person stood there analysing some books, running his finger along the shelf as he shuffled along. Connor recognised nerdy immediately and decided to take the row on the other side of the book shelf to avoid him, he started wandering down looking at the books on medieval legends and witchcraft. "Nothing interesting that side" came the voice from the other side of the bookshelf. Connor smirked and carried on "I might find something worth writing about" he replied. "You are Professor Sir Barton's son aren't you?" the voice now asked. Connor looked at the book his finger was poised on "How do you know that?" he asked curiously. "I read all his books and wiki page" the voice said appearing to move towards the end. Christian appeared round the end "I am studying history of course I would know who you are" he added. Connor rested his elbow on the shelf looking at him "So you have me at a disadvantage" he said. "I guess you don't like an uneven playing field then" Christian said verging on flirting. Connor chuckled "Are you trying to pick me up?" he asked resuming his reading of book titles. "I'm Christian" he said moving towards Connor, "And of course I am trying to pick you up" he said holding his hand out. Connor smiled shaking his hand "I have never been picked up so openly like that" he said. He laughed loudly "Figured you are not stupid being Professor Barton's son" Christian said in a matter of fact way Connor smiled at him "I may be his son but I have to study as well" he said. Christian grinned moving closer "I read up about you when I knew you was in my lectures". Connor chuckled "There is nothing interesting to read about me" he replied. "I beg to differ" Christian said walking off, "There is a study room behind the last bookshelf". Connor chuckled as his obvious hint for him to follow, he liked how he never even asked and just took it for granted they were going to do this. Connor looked at the book his finger was on then slowly removing it, he looked back over his shoulder to make sure they were alone. He followed Christian past the final row before they both nervously stepped in to the study room. Christian reached behind him closing the door and looking him in the eye, placing his hand around Connor's waist moving his head closer he tested the water running his lips softly over his closed mouth. He responded moving his lips and kissing Christian lightly in the process, after all he quite often found Christian to be sexy even if a little nerdy at times. The hand pulled him closer and Christian instigated a kiss using his lips to take Connor's upper lip then lower lip, repeating each movement until Connor reacted parting his lips and flickering his tongue gently against Christian's lips. His hand now moved around Christian's neck, it was his turn to instigate a kiss and he was going full on spearing his tongue in to Christian's mouth and forcing their mouths together until their tongues danced together before letting go. Connor looked down to find Christian's free hand now had hold of his cock through his jeans, Connor chuckled and moaned softly grabbing a feel of Christian's arse. Christian moved back and smiled "Been wanting to do that for ages" he softly said. "You only had to ask me" Connor replied unable to take his eyes off him for some reason. "I was never sure if you were interested in me" Christian replied. Connor kissed him on the lips again "Turn around, bend over and you will see" he said. Straight away Christian pulled down his sweats and turned around bending over the study table glancing back at Connor in the process. Connor stepped forward and slapped him on the arse then dropped to his knees ramming his face in to the sweet crevice of his arse, his tongue striking hard on his hole. Christian tried to steady himself as his legs wobbled nearly giving way and moaning in to his sleeve to muffle any sound. His eyes opened wide at the thrilling sensation of Connor eating his arse whilst depositing saliva and loosening his hole. He raised his head looking back feeling the air now circulating again over his arse, Connor had stood up and was undoing his jean quickly then pulling out his cock and rubbing it several times. Spitting in to his hand and rubbing it over his seven inches of rock hard cock then dribbling saliva over Christians crack he moved him pressing the head of his cock lightly at first until his hole gave way. Christian raised himself up but Connor pushed him back down keeping his hand on his back to stop him moving, the hole was tight but he was not giving up so easy. Pulling out a little he dribbled more saliva and began pushing back in again, the moans rising from Christian in waves as he slipped deeper inside his arse. He gave Christian a few moments then leant over placing his arm around his neck pushing his cock deeper. Slowly at first his hips rocked back then forward, Christian moaned then grabbed hold of Connor's arse pulling him deeper inside. He responded thrusting forward even harder and quicker testing how much Christian would be able to absorb before tapping out. Connor kissed his ear and ran his tongue along his cheek then finally kissing him again, all the time his hips rocking fast as he fucked Christian for the first time. He felt the signs approaching then shutting his eyes tight for a brief moment he thrusted forward with all his might and pushing Christian painfully up against the desk. The force of his ejaculation causing him to bite down on Christian's shoulder as he felt the release of the cum from his balls moving at lightspeed through his shaft and into Christian. The chain reaction left Christian pushing his arse back in a greedy attempt to feel all of his top man's orgasm. He knew this was a dangerous game but he had no cause to question Connor's status there and then, his body wanted, needed to be bred by him. There was a bizarre angel like quality about Connor that clouded how ruthless and amazing he was at performing the top in sex. His body collapsed on top and Christian moaned, his hips now pushing gently working the last drops of his seed out. Connor lifted his head up and looked at Christian "You okay down there?" he asked. Christian nodded "Hell yes" he replied then smiled looking very content. "You are funny" Connor replied standing up slowly extracting his cock then pulling his jeans up. Christian stood and pulled his sweats up "Can we do this again sometime?" he asked blushing. Connor nodded "Sure, I would love to" he confirmed, "Not so nerdy after all" he added. "We are all nerdy studying history" Christian said wagging a finger at him. Connor laughed and roughly pulled him forward planting a kiss hard that had Christian slightly reeling when he was released. Connor quietly closed the door watching Christian returning to browsing the bookshelf. Acting cool and natural Connor walked in to the same row and they smiled at each other going through several books on medieval historic events that might shed some ideas. "Might be easier to use the archive files" Christian said, "You know search keywords". Connor nodded "Suppose so, there might be more references on the subject" he agreed. Christian read through a page of a book "Medusa" he said, "Might base mine on Medusa". "Really?" Connor asked looking at him. Christian grabbed another book on Greek history "Have you not decided yet?" he asked. "No" Connor replied looking at a book on the legend of Dracula, "This one intrigues me" he said. Christian took the book and read the first part "Vampires. Typical" he said. "Well thanks!" Connor said smirking, "And Medusa isn't?" he asked. "Yes but Dracula is so done, there are other vampire myths you could try" Christian suggested. He retrieved a book from the shelf that had a wolf with large fangs on the cover titled Transylvania Myths of Night and passed it to Connor. He laughed rolling his eyes and opened the book looking at the chapters and noticed one near the end called Romaleva. He couldn't remember ever hearing of this name and he turned to page to be stumped by the first sentence 'The ancient region of Romaleva and Travenni played host to a tale of vampires long assumed to be related to Dracula, this was not the case but details are vague'. Connor couldn't quite believe he had found mentioned the village of Travenni again. "I have a hand written paragraph about this village" Connor said showing Christian. Christian read it "Vampire myth, could be worth a go" he said going back to his book. Connor put the book back "I need to go, dinner with my flatmate" he said picking up his bag. "Sure, see you tomorrow" Christian said retrieving another book on Medusa. The following day Connor returned to the library and began using the archive searching for vampires, as expected Dracula appeared time and time again, in fact in almost every reference he was mentioned. Then one reference in particular caught his attention that mentioned more than one dynasty and referenced a book called called Historical Lands & Persecutions. He ran up the stairs to the same historical section and began searching through until his finger ran over the book he was looking for. Night of heavy reading he said to himself taking the book downstairs. He began to turn the pages of the book reading sporadic parts for anything that caught his eye. Christian arrived in the library and sat down opposite him getting his books out and looking at Connor until he looked up. "Hey" Connor said smiling at him. Christian sat down "So you noticed me then" he said smiling, "Hi. What are you reading?". Connor showed him the book "Dracula?" Christian asked looking quietly amused. "What's so amusing?" Connor asked looking up at him with a grin. Christian opened his books "You and four others doing Dracula" he replied. "Well I am not doing Dracula, I am trying to find this other myth" Connor said winking at him. "Stop flirting with me" Christian said opening his notepad and writing. Connor put his head down and went back to flipping pages until he got to page 320 where there was a brief mention of that small region called Romaleva dating back to 1865. It then went on to reveal that Romaleva ceased to exist in 1870 and became integrated in to Transylvania after the population was wiped out by a plague, the region was host to numerous persecutions around the same time that the many stories around Dracula surfaced yet never substantiated, the records referring to a plague were also not substantiated since the principal village was burnt to the ground. That was it, just a paragraph but it was enough to spike Connor's interest that would make ideal subject matter for their assignment. The next few hours he searched the internet and archive reference. It was like Romaleva had been wiped out of history or deemed unimportant to write about. "Are you going to keep huffing like that?" Christian asked sitting back in chair watching him. Connor looked up "Sorry, I seem to hit a dead end about this region of Romania" he said. "Do deeper research then" Christian suggested, "We have two months to do it". Connor chuckled "You after time away with me?" he asked turning the page of his book. "Certainly not" Christian replied looking shocked, "Quite full of yourself aren't you". Connor smirked keeping his head down "You didn't complain being full of me" he replied. "Is that so" Christian said scribbling away in his pad. "Yes!" Connor replied smugly then noticing a reference to a village called Travenni. Christian looked up at his sudden silence "You look like you have seen a ghost" he said. "Plague!" Connor suddenly called out and looking at Christian. "What are you going on about?" Christian asked quite confused over his rambling. Connor recited from memory "The village of Travenni was burnt to the ground". Christian appeared confused "What about it?" he asked, "Is it linked to Romaleva?". "Yes" Connor exclaimed looking at him, "Travenni was the main village of Romaleva" he replied. Christian nodded "And the other book refers to it as a plague" he said getting it. Connor nodded "The writing I have was written in 1870 when Romaleva ceased to exist". "Wow" Christian said suitably impressed, "I wish I was doing that one with you". Connor closed all the books "I want to do you know what with you" he said glaring at him. Christian laughed "Does history get you all horny then?" he asked closing his books. "What about it?" Connor asked looking at him, "Not sex, doing the assignment with me?". Christian started packing his books away "First we go see Prof and ask what he knows" he said. Connor laughed "Is that a yes then?" he asked looking all serious at him. "Okay, since I have nothing better to write about" Christian replied. They rushed towards the professors office and put the case to him about them working together on the assignment. Professor Lindton listened intently at the detail of what they had, even he admitted it wasn't much to go on. But what they had matched up in the last 24 hours was impressing the professor, when they finished speaking he sat back looking between them both. "Why this subject?" Lindton asked, "You have very little to go on, just a region". "Isn't that just it?" Connor replied, "Finding if the subject matter was fact of fiction". "Connor found the link between the persecutions and the village of Travenni" Christian said. Lindton nodded "Travenni was burnt to the ground, how will you find it?" he asked them both. Connor looked at Christian knowing they had no answer "We need to research it more" Connor said. Lindton retrieved a very old book "It is the first time anyone has done this subject" he said. Connor looked surprised "I mean we could do Dracula but half the class is doing it". Lindton held up a finger to stop Connor "Romaleva was a region in the north" he said. They sat forward "Vadimov estate was or is home to the Kovalek family" Lindton added. Lindton looked up at them "I would start with the village of Vladeni" he suggested. "Can we do this then together?" Christian asked looking hopeful. "Yes" Lindton replied, "Go to Vladeni and start there. The faculty will pay for the trip". "Really?" Connor enquired looking shocked at the professor's offer. Lindton smiled "If I didn't offer it to you your father would be on my case" he replied smiling. "Thank you" they both said to the professor. "Don't leave any stone unturned" Lindton advised them, "Investigate and get results". Christian smiled "Where do we start" he said more to himself reading through Connor's notes. "The church, all Romanian churches have historical archives hidden away" Lipton replied. "They do?" Connor now asked sounding surprised, "I would have gone to public records". Lindton chuckled "You are forgetting your basic vampire myths and tales" he reminded them. "Of course, they cannot step on sacred ground" Christian said. Walking out of the faculty building their heads buzzing with ideas running them past each other. The next few days were spent in lectures and in any spare time they would start planning and writing the assignment like a journal as a first draft.

And the reason is, protecting children is not the main focus. Repressing people that disagree with their heavily modified (some would say perverted) "religion"-based excuses to hate other folks is the main focus. Thus, forcing the corrupt belief-system many pinheads pretend to ascribe to - with the sole purpose of maintaining power - is the vehicle by which these people hope to continue squatting on top of the pile of human miseries their forefathers created, and which they continue to support.

Welcum back. It has been a long wait since "Life Of The Spare" (there is a Spare who should read your last story, perhaps taking a leaf out of it hahahahahahaha)

Totally made up story My friend has the cutest boyfriend. He's a little smaller than my friend and me. I can't lie. I do wanna drill him. But he's my friend's boyfriend and I would never do that. It's kinda awkward around him. I try not to look so uncomfortable, but I can't help it. There's something about him that makes me so hard. When he hangs out with us, I always feel weird about it. I try not to look at him, and sometimes I feel in the corner of my eye he's looking at me. But I come to my senses later and chalk it up to my imagination. We were all hanging out recently at some bar when we started chatting. It was one of those situations. We were all in a large group in the bar, but then all of a sudden everyone else either moved or we weren't involved in the conversation going on in front of us. It was awkward. And then he asked me a strange question: are you poz? Huh? I said. "What kind of question that?" He was immediately apologetic. "I'm sorry I'm sorry. I just thought.." I wasn't offended or anything, a little defensive but laughed it off a little. "I don't get it, why are you asking?" "Well, I dunno. I mean Shane says you like to fuck raw." Okay so sure. Yes, I do tell my friend Shane that I like to fuck raw, and all the nasty sex I've had. My friend is a little more tame than me, sometimes a little judgemental but whatever. Me: Damn he told you that? What else did you tell you?? Him: You have quite the reputation lol. Me: I do??? Like what?? Him: Yeah. I mean you know he tells me all the shit you do. The bath houses, the sleazy motels, cumdumps. Me: Damn. I mean I guess I expected him to keep it to himself. Him: I think it's sexy. Me: You do? Him: Yeah, I mean it's always nice to have cum deep in my ass. Me: Hot. But why did you ask me if I was poz? Him: Lol. Well uhmm. I don't know if I should tell you. Me: What? He looked around for a second to make sure his boyfriend, my friend, wasn't around. He turned to the side a little, wearing his jean, he pulled them down slightly, to reveal the top of his jock strap. Immediately my dick was hard and throbbing. Him: I mean, it's always nice to have poz loads inside me. Me: Damn. My dick was even harder now. A little bit of precum started to ooze out of my dick. Him: What? lol. I mean I'm a neg4poz cumdump bottom. That's when we started to make out. He abruptly stopped, looked around and said "We gotta be careful." Me: My dick is hard, I gotta drill your ass. Him: Yeah, I know where to go. Little did I know that the back bathrooms in the bar was a hook up spot, well when the dance floor was closed. Usually before 7 or 8. He went first and told me to go back there in about 5 minutes, not to raise any suspicion. I stood there waiting, but then found myself in conversation again with my other friends. "Ill be right back, " I said and told them I needed to pee. I started to walk towards the back, past the a curtain, another bar area that was closed and then to the back bathroom. When I walked in, I couldn't believe. Beyond my expectations. A huge fuck fest. One guy crouched down sucking another guy off. A guy bent over the sink getting fucked. In the two stalls you could see 4 feet in all of them with moaning and guys getting fuck. My friends boyfriend was up against a urinal getting fucked by a daddy in his 50's. He was moaning and looked at me and said "hey baby! I'm so sorry. I hope you don't mind waiting." We started to make out while he was gettng fucked and he started rubbing my cock and tried to unbotton my jeans, but I went ahead and helped him. He pulled my cock out and started rubbing it all while we were making out. I asked him "you gonna put it in your mouth" and he nodded and said "yes daddy." "oh fuck me!" he said to the daddy fucking him, massaged his head a little then repositioned himself so that he could bend over while getting fucked while sucking my dick. "Look at me, cmon. Look at me when you suck me." "yes daddy," he replied. The daddy fucking my boyfriend's friend started to cum and my friend's boyfriend said "yes daddy, cum in me daddy. Fuck yeah," . The daddy zipped up, my friend's boyfriend stood up right, totally naked except for his sneakers, sox, and jock. He walked back to the urinal and I pulled up behind him and started to put my dick inside of him. It wasn't too hard, his ass wasn't tight and it was flooded with cum. "OOOH" he said and I got my dick in deep. It felt so good being inside his sloppy hole. Started slow then faster and faster. He moan "fuck me daddy, fuck me" I fucked him hard and harder, it was so slippery and wet but I couldn't hold it any longer. "I'M GONNA CUM!!!" "yes daddy, cum for me daddy". He pushed his body as close to mine as possible I came in the deepest I could inside of him. I slowly pulled out and he turned around and kissed me. We must have kissed for a couple of minutes. We stopped and looked at me and said "we can't tell Shane, about this, okay?" "Yeah no problem here" I started to walk out of the bathroom and asked him if was leaving too. "Nah, I'm gonna stay and take some more loads." From my understanding my friend had suspected his boyfriend was doing some risky stuff. Their relationship was open. From what I gathered, my friend and him stopped having sex anyways. Me and this guy kept fucking around after that. Anytime we saw each other we always seemed to find a place to hide and fuck. He always found a way to rub my cock when we were always hanging out without anyone noticing. In the end, he did end up becoming poz. I'm not sure what it was, but it made me even more attracted to him. I guess I fell in love with him, and at one point asked if he'd ever be with me. But as crazy as it sounds, his bond with my friend was too strong and he ended up rejecting me. I was pretty hurt by it, and I dunno everything between us cooled down. In the end, the awkwardness started back up again and it was almost like we were back to where we started, me avoiding him. He never stopped getting fucked by random guys of course, and created a big reputation himself as being the neighborhood slut. My friend even confided in my that his boyfriend had become addicted to bath houses. I kinda felt bad that I was fucking his boyfriend behind his back, but I mean I was just one out of the hundreds of guys who were.

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I mean that is a truly ridiculous bill (I'm UK based). The mere suggestion that any bill or law introduced to "protect" children is a load of crap, it's purely and simply a way for the repressed rightwing to try and control the masses. Some of the most depraved and kinkest people I've known have been rightwing supporting douchebags. The potential issue here based on the proposed bill, from what I understand, is that if they redefine what is "obscene" porn in the US (where a lot of studios are based) will have to revert to being softcore. No more piss, bb, fisting, deepthroat gagging, BDSM, pup play etc. Everything will go back to light sucking, safe fucking with no view of penetration or any dick in arse, will just be rolling a condom on and then simulated fucking just like the old days. Why this extreme? Because the rightwing church leaning trump supporting enthusiasts will deem anything that isn't a man and a women in softcore pornography perverted and will try to claim it is obscene to "protect the children". I work in the Credit Card industry, and I can tell you that most, if not all, Credit Card companies don't want age verification checks built in to porn and other adult entertainment websites. The amount of additional work, complaints, disputes and Chargebacks that it would create would be ridiculous, this is also why Acquirers (the companies that facilitate a merchants ability to take Credit Card payments) don't want it either. Mastercard and Visa don't want it either. As Rawtop has said, the UK has been unable to get any form of law passed to impose age restrictions on adult sites for probably close to a decade now. Whilst we're technically 4 countries (each with slightly different laws in some cases), laws like this would usually apply to all four countries if the law was passed. Unless the US made it federal law, I can't see how the US is going to impose any such restrictions where all 50 states agree to implement it at a state level. There is nothing in these laws that protect the children at all. I don't know why politicians and a lot of adults think that children are stupid. A lot of teenagers around the world know how to access things they should be able to access, such as adult sites, and know how to do it safely, securely and secretly. If the laws are passed, "children" will find a way. If the redefinition of obscenity law is passed, America's porn industry will die overnight whilst the studios relocate to another country like Germany of Netherlands where pornography laws are a lot more lax and set up shop there instead.

Well, I'm a paragraph or two over 60, and I've found that there are tons of younger guys that love the skill that comes with decades of experience. Youth and beauty (and sexual libertinism) are fine, but I particularly enjoy bottoms that have been wallowing in the pigpen for a few years even more.

What about a slurry of piss and cum in your ass, man....then I could felch it out and feed it to you....that would satisfy both our lusts!!

I am over 60, I find some guys don't want to do me because of age, I have had 25+ year Olds that have been repeat users of my ass. The generally say what a great fuck I am. As a bottom, I can utilize my experience to bring more pleasure to the guy in my ass. With that experience come all sorts of deviate actions that some tops enjoy when they discover it. I have a versitle top that is in his late 50s, We have a good time getting guys to cum harder that normal

And it get worse… A Senator from Utah is introducing legislation that would criminalize 99% of porn as well as this site. And there's a decent chance it could pass. Guys - this is why I keep saying WHO YOU VOTE FOR MATTERS!

“Enough of this circus orgy, he’s all mine for a while.” The naked cub grabbed my hand and pulled me down into the cabin of their yacht. A central dinning area was surrounded by cabins. I was led to the only door with a glory hole cut in it. The room number had been covered over with a piece of cardboard that read ‘#69’. Inside was room for a double bed bunk and narrow walkway with a small round window. A chain and leather sling hung in front of the window. I was helped into the sling and my hands and legs were secured into harnesses. The cub proceeded to fletch out a mouthful of the cum soup in my ass. This was snowballed into my mouth followed by a long passionate French kiss. When he broke the kiss he asked, “Do you want more?” I didn’t know if he meant more fletched cum or more sex, I didn’t care which and answered enthusiastically, “Fuck yeah son, bring it on!” I knew there had been a lot of cum in my guts but was amazed when he surfaced with his fourth mouthful. Thankfully I didn’t swallow right away ‘cause he said; “This is the last, so lets share it back and forth as long as we can.” Our lips locked and for the longest time the cummy ooze was stirred back and forth with our tongues. “You ready for me to fuck and breed you daddy?” “I thought you’d never ask!” His cock was as stiff as a hydro pole standing out a good 10 inches with a slight upward arch. He teased my sloppy hole with its naked head until I begged; “Fuck me already.” Only then did the head penetrate me. You’d have thought with the amount of cock my hole had entertained this day it would have just felt like any other cock, but no. With just the tip in me he pulsed it up and down, a human flesh vibrator that drove my ass wild. He ever so slowly kept this motion going centimetre, by centimetre easing in until at five inches inside me he asked knowingly, “Do you like?” “Like? I fuckin love!” “What does daddy fuckin love?” “I love being held in the leather smell of this sling with your beautiful, big, raw, otter cock patiently making its way into my cum hungry guts. I love the sight of your young hairy body, not to mention the seductive look on your handsome face. Fuck son, I’m all yours. Do with me whatever you want, don’t let this stop.” “Nice daddy. Enjoy the ride.” His entry never sped up, it seemed to take forever until he was all the way in, balls deep. “Fuck me already!” I begged He pulled out completely basking in my shock with an evil grin. I felt cool air rush into my gapping hole. His tongue was soon deeper in my hole than any tongue had ever been, he was actually licking the inside of my gut walls. I was so close to cumming hands free. “Fuck man, if you want my load up your ass you better stop that right now.” “I was waiting and hoping to hear you say that daddy.” He then released my hands and feet and steadied me as I reluctantly climbed out of the sling. He was now bent over the bed offering me his beautiful peach fuzz covered ass. I only hesitated a moment before getting to work with my lips and tongue. I first encountered his salty sweaty ass juices soon followed by the distinct taste of ass warmed cum. “Mmmmm, I see I’m not the only slut that has been getting bred.” “Um ,,, do you mind daddy?” As my cock pushed in full tilt and balls deep, “Not at all son, not at all!” I began to pound him doggy for the next five minutes amazed that my balls didn’t shoot off as soon as I entered. “How many loads you got in there son?” “Six today.” “Roll over here, I need to see your face.” He beamed at me as I slid back into him. “So, are you the designated cumdump on this vessel?” “Well not officially, there are a few. But, my cute otter charm and seductive nature means I get more than my fair share. That’s for sure. Aw … fuck daddy, that’s it, harder … ummm, oh yeah!” “So, what’s the most loads you’ve taken?” “In one session?” “Yeah slut, how many men have used this ass and dumped their loads in this cum hungry ass?” “In one night? A 24-guy orgy I harvested over 30 loads?” “Fuckin A” “Oh … yeah … give it to me daddy! … But my sluttiest weekend was at a gay campground. … Yeah, like that! … Owner fucked me as I registered … Ugh! … I only stopped long enough to eat and shit the rest of the weekend… Oh yeah daddy! … only wore a lanyard with a marker hung around my neck.” “Fuckin hot, what was the tally?” “112 slashes on my back and ass. Halfway through someone had written ‘cum deposits’ with an arrow pointing to my hole. I walked bow legged for two weeks. Ooooh, fuuucckk yeeaahhh give it to me daddy” I’m surprised my cum didn’t shoot out his nostrils I blasted so long and hard. I collapsed on top of him, both of us a sweaty mess. When I stopped panting, he rolled me on my back with my ass over the edge of the bed. He impaled deeply into me and unloaded the minute his balls hit my taint. To be continued …

Chapter 4 The guy pulled the Kid back and held his cock inside the Kid and said “ There you go, take it all. I’m going to knock you up you little cock teasing bitch “. The Kid wasn’t sure who he was talking to at that moment. It was apparent that the guy was cuming but the Kid didn’t feel anything inside his ass. The guy was panting and holding the Kid close. He let the Kid straighten up and when he did the guy’s deflated cock popped out. The Kid was glad because he figured it was finally over. The guy pulled his pants back up and looked at the front of the Kid. He saw the hairless crotch and the look on the Kid’s face like a dear in a headlamp. He said “ Now that we know what you will do to keep me from spilling the beans around here. I have a few friends that also saw your little episode in the park. We have been wanting to get to you”. The Kid once again was shocked at what he heard and realized that this wasn’t over yet. The Kid looked over and asked “ What do you mean “? The guy grinned and said “ My friends like to get into a little S&M and bondage. They are about as nasty as you will ever see “. With that the guy walked out of the restroom an the Kid got dressed and went to his office to collect his things and go home. As the Kid was grabbing his jacket, he noticed an envelope on his desk. He opened it and inside was a photo of him with a cock in his mouth. He couldn’t tell where it was taken but written on it was a note ‘ I know what you did ‘ . He knew it wasn’t the guy that had him in the restroom because he saw him walk directly to the elevator. The Kid knew that someone else was aware of his secret and now he would probably have to deal with that also. He went to the elevator and walked to his car. He could feel a wetness between his cheeks. Apparently, the guy did shoot a load in his bumn and it was leaking out. When he got home e went into the bathroom to clean up some. When he removed his briefs and looked at them, he was shocked to see the amount of cum that was there. Apparently the guy’s load was a lot bigger than he thought. After he was done cleaning up, he put on some lounging shorts and sat on the couch to look at the TV and relax. This event at work did leave him with the need to get off. He started stroking when there was a knock at the door. There he was with a raging hardon and someone at the door. He went over and looked thru the peep hole to see who it was. It was the guy from next door that caught him in the shadows after his night at the park. He looked a second time as the guy was knocking again. He was sure that this was the same guy. He opened to door and the guy walked in and closed the door behind him. He looked down at the Kid and saw the tent in the Kids shorts and smiled. He said “ Looks like my timing is good again “ . He knelt down and pulled the Kid’s shorts down and stared to lick the head of the Kid’s swollen cock. At the same time he stared worming a finger in the Kid’s ass. He felt some left over cum in his hole and stopped and looked up at the Kid and said “ I think you have already had some tonight ”. He pulled the Kid over to his couch and bent him over the back of it. He started eating the Kid’s ass making sure to nip his tender rosebud. The Kid was moaning and his cock was dripping precum like a fountain. The guy stopped and stood up. The Kid figured he was in for another fucking but the guy reached into his pocket and pulled out a small baggie. IN it was a medium sized shard and some ground up Meth. He fished out the shard and pushed it up the Kid’s ass. The Kid said “ Ouch “ when he pushed it in. The Kid wasn’t stretched much and the edges of the shard scraped the walls of his opening. With his finger being wet from the spit and cum in the Kid he was able to coat his finger with the remain of the baggie. He pushed his finger into the Kid’s ass and twisted it around. He wanted to make sure that the Drud was packed into the walls of his rosebud for maximum effect. It took a minute for the Kid to react to the Tina but the Kid felt the burning of the Tina and said “ That burns a lot, please stop “. The guy didn’t stop, In fact he twisted it more in the Kid’s ass. He knew that the shard probably put some small cuts in the kid and now he was rubbing this into those cuts. He reached in with his finger and found a small part of that was left of the shard. He was able to move it around to rub the Kid’s prostate with it. He knew that this would hit his prostate and do two things. It would hit his blood stream faster and at the same time it would make it harder for the Kid to cum, which sooner than later he would be craving.

Chapter 3 The Guy pushed his cock back in the Kid’s mouth and said “ You better get my cock real wet if you know what’s good for you”. The Kid didn’t understand what he meant but knew enough that he wanted to do what he was told to get this over as soon as possible. Even though that by now his mouth was feeling pretty dry he was managing to get a nice wet looking head on the cock. The Guy shoved his cock balls deep n the Kid’s mouth, the Kid gaged on it in response. It wasn’t that this cock was all that big, but the actions caught him off guard. The guy felt this and said “ No better way to get a cock wet than to gage on it “. The guy did this a couple more times and said “ I guess that will have to do, your fault if it isn’t wet enough “. The Kid wasn’t sure what he meant but his next words rang home. He told the Kid “ Drop those pants and bend over, show me that cunt everyone enjoyed the other night ‘. The Kid was shocked. The guy grabbed the Kid and pulled him up and spun him around. He slapped the Kid on the ass and told him to get those pants down unless he wanted him to rip them off him, and then let the Kid figure a way to get out without security cameras seeing his bare ass. The Kid unbuckled his pants and pushed them and his briefs down to the floor. This made him bend over and when he started to straighten back up the guy held him over in the bent position and told the Kid “ Hold those cheeks open, let’s see that little rosebud “. The Kid did as he was told and when he reached back to open his ass cheeks his head bumped into the porcelain urinal. The guy saw this and bent the Kid a little more so that his head was in the urinal. The guy chuckled and said “ Get use to it, this is your life from now on “. The Kid looked down and noticed that the urinal hadn’t been flushed and it had a nasty acidic smell. The guy noticed this also and said “ Here, let me help you “. He reached over and pulled the flush handle and the water began to flush the pee. The problem was that with the Kid’s head in the urinal the water was running over the Kid’s head soaking his hair and face. The guy knew what he was doing and when the Kid let his cheeks go he slapped him on the ass and said “ I said, Hold those open “! The water had stopped and the Kid reached back and spread his cheeks again. He felt the head of the Guy’s cock press against his hole. All the Kid could think is that it had been over three weeks since he had anything in his ass and he was finally tight again and here was this average hard cock trying to get in him, and it was a dry, no lube. He figured that it would not get in. The Guy pushed in and held the Kid’s hips so he couldn’t get away. The sharp pain was intense. It felt like that cock was trying to take his hole inside with it. To the relief of the Kid, the guy pulled back. The guy let a big drop of spit fall onto the head of his cock. Then he grabbed the Kid’s shoulders and pushed hard in the Kid. The cock popped in the Kid’s dry and tight hole. The Kid cold only moan “ No” into the urinal. The guy said “ Yes, take it you little slut ”. The guy stared working his cock I and out of the Kid. He had a strong enough grip on the Kid that he was leaving marks on his shoulders. To the Kid it felt like the cock was pulling his hole inside out on the strokes. As the guy pumped more up the Kid there was a little slipperiness staring. The Kid wasn’t sure where it was coming from. He remembered how much the guy produced precum and figured it must be that. What the Kid didn’t know was that the Guy had been chewing tobacco and the spit wad was loaded with tobacco juice. The Kids ass looked pretty nasty with that as lube. The Guy stared pumping harder and moved his hands to the kid’s throat. This scared the Kid, and the natural reaction was that he tightened his ass. The guy felt this and said “ Yeah, tighten that cunt, I am going to blow a big load in you “. The cock pistoning in the Kid’s ass was still dry, that was turning out to be a rough dry ass fuck. Any moisture from the spit or other natural lubes was gone now. The guy grabbed the Kid’s hips and pulled him close. He started jabbing his cock up the Kid’s now sore shit chute. He wanted the Kid to remember what he was getting and would get in the future. With the jabbing movements of the guy the Kid was hitting his head on the urinal again. The guy pulled the Kid back and held his cock inside the Kid and said “ There you go, take it all. I’m going to knock you up you little cock teasing bitch “. The Kid wasn’t sure who he was talking to at that moment.

Chapter 1 The Kid was getting ready for work. He and his girlfriend had a nice weekend at a cabin. He had fun and they fucked like rabbits. For some reason she was getting more aggressive in bed. He didn’t mind it but he felt something was missing. He thought about the wild time at the bath house and park, what he could remember, while fucking her and it almost always got him off. One night when he was alone and jerking off he was watching porn and until he turned on gay porn he couldn’t get real hard but with this he shot a big load. Being young he always produced huge loads. Guess the saying ‘ Young and full of Cum’ was true. It had been three weeks since his night at the park and no one else approached him so he thought it was in the past and there would be no lingering issues he had to deal with. He felt bad the next day after and his ass was sore for a couple days. This was the First time he felt bad and he wasn’t this sore since he was at the bath house a while back. From what he read in blogs, this was his badge of whoredom. He was walking on his street one day and thought he saw the Cop that ripped his hole open at the park. His ass puckered a little in excitement and he ducked into a nearby alley to avoid being seen. After that he was paranoid about being seen in public but at the same time his work required he be out and around. One day he was walking through the office hallway and passed a guy that reached back and patted him on the ass. He froze for a moment and didn’t do anything then walked on. He didn’t even look to see who it was. He knew that his dirty little secrete might not be a big secrete anymore, at least to someone at the office. After he calmed down from the initial shock of it, he realized that he the act excited him and his cock was stirring, almost to being noticeable, or though he though. He walked back to his office and one of the ladies in a cubicle noticed the bulge and smiled at him. He turned red in the face with embarrassment. This lady was always smiling at him and when she was twice his age she was making always looking his way and she would where mid length skirts and would find ways to give him glimpses up her thighs. He had heard of ‘ Cougars ‘ but thought it was an urban myth. He was loosing interest in women and He knew that he wanted a hard hot cock splitting his ass more than anything or sticking his cock in a tight ass hole. One day he was in the restroom at the urinal and a guy walked in and stood that the urinal next to his an the guy unzipped and pulled out a nice size cock. The guy made sure the Kid could get a good look at it and the Guy noticed the Kid staring. This I what he hoped the Kid would do. The Guy reached over and put his hand down the back of the kid’s pants and cupped the Kids ass cheeks. He looked at the Kid and told him “ I knew that was you in the streaming Vid “. The Kid knew that he was caught, and of all places at work. The guy asked “ Does that sweet little girlfriend know about your Kinky side”? He looked into the Kid’s eyes and said “ I will be in here after hours. I suggest you work after hours and meet me in here, unless you want everyone to know what a fag you really are “.

Poz talk gets me so Randy...I'm definitely a bug chaser for life......Oink oink DirtyFckr

Part 21 I was not thinking about anything else that night. I had put all the stress of my work week behind, which is quite rare for me, as I usually tend to constantly think about work. But he had me hypnotized. All those years of slowly working those nasty thoughts into my head, that very first poz load of his he had dropped in me a week before, and that first poz load of the night, had me completely at his mercy. After he had marked me for this first load, he turned me onto my back again. I kept huffing poppers while he slid back into me between my open legs, just moving his hips slowly, churning that first load of cum inside my guts. and biting my neck. He was already completely drenched in sweat, although we had been playing for only about thirty minutes. His wet furry chest was dripping onto my hairless pecs. I could feel him breathing hard in my neck. I had no idea of what would become of me that night, as he kept telling me it was only the beginning. After a few minutes, I felt the thrusting starting again. "There is another one coming soon, boy. After that, we'll change things a bit" he whispered in my ear. He stood up to his knees, grabbed my legs and kept fucking, using his first load as lube. "I'm gonna work my poz cum really well into your hole, slut." he said as he picked up the pace. He was taking his cock in and out of my hole. "Look at that, my dick coated in my poz juice. Don't let anything get out!" he ordered as he rammed back into me. I could hear the sound my sloppy hole was making with all the cum being fucked deeper into me. "Take some more poppers, boy. I want you really high all night!". I complied. "Here's load number two!" he screamed and left his dick buried in my hole balls deep to ensure his second load would go as deep as he could. He collapsed onto me, and I could feel his sweat all over my own body. I hugged him. "Daddy just needs a few minutes of rest. Go get dressed now, we're leaving in ten minutes. Just take those jocks off, I want you commando tonight. And don't clean up! I want you sloppy!". He threw my sweatpants and t-shirt at me. I put my shoes on and just went to take a pee. While washing my hands, I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. Who was this? A confident little slut, which was definitely not there even a few days before. I knew what I wanted. I looked at my body in a way I had never done before. I felt hot, I felt attractive. I looked at my tattoos. Maybe I'd add one soon. I heard a knock on the door. "Ready boy?" I exited the bathroom. "Put these on" he ordered while throwing me some leather armbands at me. I put them on above my biceps. I don't have massive arms, but they fit nicely and tightly. He pulled my pants slightly down and added a second mark next to the first one. "I almost forgot! Now let's go" as he stuffed two or three bottles of poppers into his pockets. We drove for another twenty or twenty-five minutes. It was my first time in this city, and I could not believe how big it was. I also realized I was getting so far away from my hotel that it would be difficult for me to go back by myself if I had to. This thought freaked me out a bit, especially as I did not know where he was taking me. But then I felt my ass all wet from his cum and any fear vanished. I just wanted to get more and do whatever he wanted me to do. We arrived before a large hangar-like building, which seemed to be located in some kind of residential area from the little I could see in the dark. The parking lot was full, so we had to park on a nearby street. We entered the building to a reception/bar/coat check desk. He paid for both our cover. He checked a little bag containing his car keys and wallet. I had nothing to check myself as he had told me not to take anything with me. Not even my phone. The layout seemed a bit strange, with some parts of the place being outdoors. We walked through some poorly lit narrow corridors. The place was packed, and we had to make our way between guys waiting in front of the stalls aligned along the halls. Hands were flying around, brushing my crotch and butt, but he was firmly holding my hand, dragging me through the crowd. He knew where we were going. We finally got to the open entrance to a completely dark room. From outside, it smelled like sweat, poppers and cum. I could only hear noises from guys moaning and fucking, but I could not see anything but the shadows of a few guys posted inside near the entrance. We were still in the hall, right in front of the entrance. I was getting a bit nervous, but I felt his breath in my neck. He was behind me, rubbing his crotch to my dripping ass. My pants probably had a wet stain from the two loads I already had. His hands were all over my stomach and chest as he was biting my neck. He grabbed my t-shirt from the bottom and pulled it off over my head. I was in my cum stained sweatpants, shirtless, with just my golden chain and two leather armbands on. I felt something being pulled down my head and everything went completely dark, even though we weren't in the room yet. I tried to reach to my face and feel what it was. It was a leather blindfold. "Sshh" he said as he pulled my hands down, away from it. "Now, let's the real fun begin" he said as he pushed me into the dark room.

Part 20 I was feeling great, and the memory of the previous day’s adventures was fading. The pain had gone, I was feeling horny and hungry, and those pics just lit up a fire in me. Gone those terrors I had the night before, the doubts that had been haunting my mind for the past week. I was rubbing my cock through my underwear, looking avidly at that cock pic he said he had taken live when he sent it. I was remembering that first time he had loaded my ass with his poz cum, just a few days ago, and I could not understand why I had been so freaked out all week long. “Make sure you’re ready at 8pm, boy! And prepare some change of clothes as you won’t be back before tomorrow!” he texted as I was jerking on his pic. I edged myself a few times, checking pozzing videos online and imagining it would soon be me. I got up around 11AM and figured I should eat something now in order to prep for 8PM. I grabbed some brunch and decided to walk around the city and explore until I had to get ready. With all the meetings, I had not had any time to discover the area, which turned out to be pretty nice. Beach, pier, a very nice afternoon with a constant boner thinking about his poz dick. With my hands in my pockets, I was continuously rubbing my cock, and was checking the time frantically hoping 8PM would come faster. I got back at my hotel around 5:30PM and started prepping, sniffing a bit of poppers from time to time. I was at the curb in front of my hotel at 8PM sharp. At that point, I was just too horny and excited to think about anything else but that dick and cum. The loss of my PrEp had escaped my mind completely. An old blue Toyota stopped right in front of me. It was him. He motioned me to get in . I sat by him and closed the door. “Look what you’re doing to me, boy!” I looked down and his dick was out of his pants, fully hard. He pulled me in and gave me a deep kiss, before pushing my head down to his cock. “Kiss it, boy.” I did and he put it back into his pants. “Soon, it will be all yours” he added as he started driving. We drove for twenty-five minutes until we got to a motel. We got out of the car and he told me to wait while he would get the keys to the room. He came back five minutes later and we made our way to the second floor into a double room. It was clean but old looking. “Make yourself comfortable, we’ll spend quite some time here”. I dropped my bag and went to the bathroom. When I came out, he had dimmed the light and he was naked. “Strip down to your jocks, boy.” he ordered. I took my pants and t-shirt off. I was just wearing my white jockstrap. “On your knees here.” I kneeled in front of him. “Open your mouth” I did and he spit into it before shoving his already hard cock down my throat. He started to fuck my face mindlessly, firmly holding my head from behind. I was trying to catch quick breaths between thrusts as best as I could until he pulled completely out. “Climb onto the bed now, ass up.” I did and he started eating my ass, pushing his tongue as deep as possible and making my hole all wet and sloppy. After ten minutes, he got up and lined his dick with my hole and started pushing the tip into it. “It’s time again, boy. You got already one poz load from me a week ago. But now, it’s one additional week without meds for me. My dick is more toxic than it was last time” he said while sliding in slowly. I could feel every inch entering my ass, with the help of his spit and precum. His poz dick was getting inside me and I was feeling strangely high. He waited to be fully in before starting to fuck me harder. I could tell he was horny as hell. After a few minutes, he flipped me to my back and shoved his dick right back in. “I want to look at your face, boy”. He picked up the pace and screamed as he shot his load. “ Turn around.” I felt something on my right butt cheek. “There, that’s load number one”. He had marked my ass. “Tonight, I’ll turn you into a Poz cumdump, boy. A poz cumdump who’ll beg for toxic loads”.

Brad and I hit the bathhouse at our usual time and chilled at the bar. Unusually only Dom emerged; he explained "Zack's got the flu so can't make it". My BF Brad laughed saying "lucky you Jake - gonna have to take both the real mens cocks today!". During the week I take my man's cock and at the bathhouse I normally just take Dom's while Brad fucks Zack. This week i was so happy sucking Brad while Dom used me raw. As always he fired a massive load inside me. Brad then slid in using Dom's cum as lube and remarked "wow Dom love the feeling of your cum on my cock". Dom laughed and said "yeh, you like feeling my babies? - maybe you should bottom for me". Brad was like "no way man I'm the top" and fucked me savagely to prove what a man he was. He shot his load in me. I was on heat for the alphas. As always we left the cabin door open and as usual we had the usual crowd of nerds hanging round lusting after our Brad and Dom. But there with his arms around two nerdy twinks was the bear. I caught his eye and he winked and said "pity your done after those two cocks". Brad, cocky as ever said, "nah, my sluts never done - wanna fill him?". The bear climbed into the cabin and looked Brad in the eye saying "my cock is bigger and more powerful than yours - if I fuck your lad I'll fill him and make him mine". Brad leaned over and kissed the bear passionately and then guided the bears cock into my hole. I'd never seen him do that with any other man but the bear had such a cocky demeanour and the size of cock that puts other men in a locker room to shame. Brad said loudly "seed the lad!". The bear started to piston fuck and shouted "i love making lads mine - they all take me inside them". I loved the feeling of this true alpha ravaging my hole and filling me so completely. I felt his cock expanding inside me and he pinned me down and grunted as he shoot load after load of cum in my ass. "Thank you sir, I think I will feel you inside me forever" I said as I stroked his furry chest and the bear replied "too right you will!"

We were the twinky frat bois at uni; Jake, Brad, Zack and Dom (he lived up to his name). The other guys wanted a piece of our shredded bodies but they didn't get any - why should they! We we're the best looking guys and we were two sets of boyfiends. Although we were two pairs of boyfiends (Jake /Brad and Dom/Zack) we all fucked each other - and loved to do it in front of others at the bath house. ALWAYS raw. It was safe though because we only played with each other. Guys came up to us at the bath house and we loved the attention but always turned them down. All was well until one day this huge, hairy, muscled as fuck, tatted bear swaggered into the sauna and walked straight passed out cabin (which had the door open so lads could see what they were missing) and went to the bar. We went out and bought drinks - just really wanting a look. He caught a glance of us when he was turning the page of his magazine but much to our annoyance kept reading. We left without our usual euphoria that day but by next week were ready for our play session. We played for a bit and then decided to take a break and head to the bar. As we were walking along the corridor we saw him. Again he didn't acknowledge us, head held high. My other half Brad plucked up the courage to say; "hey wanna play". He looked around and said "normally only play with real men but that Zack looks fit and hungry by the look in his eyes". Zack replied "oh sir, I'd do anything". The bear smiled and said "that's more like it - you mean anything? Like a raw breeding session". Zack said "oh yes sir" but glanced at Dom. The bear said "good boy". Dom was like "its cool - poz guys don't look as good as you so yeh use his ass". The bear chuckled and dropped his towel reveal a huge thick cock. "You sure you want this WEAPON in you?". Zack replied "Oh yes sir, please sir". We went back to the cabin where Zack lubed up and knelt to suck on the bears mighty cock. While he sucked Dom lubed and fingered Zack's hole and then the bear pushed him back onto the mattress and slid his cock slowly but firmly into Zack's hole. Zack moaned - this is amazing, you completely fill me. The bear replied "yeh, a proper man inside you, making you mine". Zack moaned "yes, make me yours". The bear picked up the pace and pounded Zack. Dom turned to me and said "right Jake I'm fucking you" . I lubed my hole and kissed him and then as he lay down i slid onto his cock. The bear started growling and shouted "here it cums boy I'm making you mine". Zack sighed "yes, i can feel your cock grow in me - shoot raw inside me". The bear grunted and moaned and pinned Zack down. Until he lay down on top of Zack. I could feel Dom swell inside me and then he groaned as he shot a huge load in my hole. We kissed and cuddled for a bit then showered off. Brad who'd watched all of this was like "your getting my load when we get home Jake - I need to bust my nut". I hungrily agreed and said i needed his cock in me and that I also couldn't wait for next week to play with Dom and Zack again!

Hope this story continues

Prologue - a bit bout me Before we race to the fucking, and trust me, I get there, I’ll give you a little bit of background. I’m a 33 year old guy with a semi-pro career in running, alongside a job that actually pays me money, and a well adjusted attitude to health, life, and love…well, maybe. I’m muscular, but in a lithe way, curly-haired and blue-eyed (very blue eyed - Irish/Irish genes). I also happen to have a fantastic ass. Chunky from running, firm and tight. I’m told that I was built for bottoming and, although I came to that acceptance a little late in life, I made up for it by exploring that side of me in East London. I’m also pretty much permanently caged. That might make a few of you turn off, but at least allow me to explain. I’ve always had anxieties about sex, first being gay, then being a bottom, and then, the fact that I absolutely loved getting fucked - like porn star levels of pleasure from it - those three things make for a heady combination and for years I’d get nervous about getting fucked and never getting hard - did the top think i was not into it, or worry I wasn’t enjoying myself - or getting hard and then immediately getting soft if I tried to fuck. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve come to terms with a lot of those anxieties - but when I self-caged holy shit! It was like the best version of me. I was focussed, determined, and eager. I don’t have a Dom (recon scared the shit out of me), but I am caged. I was caged before this story starts. Even if you’re not into it, trust me, if you’re in me, you’ll experience the benefits. If you want to see what I looked like about 3 weeks before this story begins, take a look at my profile pic. A lot has happened since then. In case you like my story, I made myself finish it before I posted - so even though I’ll post it in parts, you’ll get to hear everything. The whole unvarnished truth. So, now you kinda know me, hope you enjoy.

Sounds more like the start of an epic adventure to me. Like all of Losolent’s other stories, I hope it won’t be short. So grateful for another story from @losolent

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I used to run into a guy when cottaging, he must have been early/mid 70s & I was mid 20s. He would always come into m the cubicle I was in and start snogging me, he was an amazing kisser. He also loved to suck my cock, he gave the best blowjob I ever had. We met a few times in there, and he would occasionally ask me to come home with him. But, as I was more a bottom and his cock didn't get very hard I said no. With hindsight, I wish I had, he was one of the most erotic guys I ever met, and I regret not going home with him. Since then, I still have a thing for guys who are older, although recently I've noticed younger guys hitting on me on hookup sites, so I know I'm going to be sliding into the role of mature teacher over the next decade!

In the mid 1970's, I attended a party where prizes were given out for such as, biggest cock, most hairy chest, etc. I won a dildo for being the youngest, and the oldest man won a jar of lube. He approached me and asked if I would like to find out how many times 63 could go into 16....The answer was 3!

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Best Western 2 A few weeks ago I met a guy that had contacted me through one of the dating sites at the Best Western and took his loads. About a week after that unsurprisingly I came down with a case of the "fuck flu". Today I got a message from him saying he was back in town at the same Best Western and he had a surprise for me. I told him I would be there soon and got started cleaning up and putting on some jock underwear. When I got there he let me in and I noticed we weren't alone. There was a thin twinky young guy laying down flat on the bed with his hands and feet fastened with some kind of leather belts. He had a blindfold on and a ball gag in his mouth. I quickly stripped and waited for the top guy's command. He told me to get some lube from the tub on the nightstand and lube up the other guy's hole. I did so, not sure why he wanted me to do it. I quickly got the answer without asking though, because he told me to lube up my cock and fuck the twink. I haven't topped in years and don't really have a big dick so I'd probably never get a guy so cute, but since he was tied and blindfolded he had no idea and couldn't do anything about it anyway. So I stroked myself a little but was surprisingly already hard at the thought of feeling this tight little hole. I lubed up my little cock and then after testing the hole again with first one, then two, then three fingers I easily slid balls deep. The twink let out a little moan around the gag so I paused there for a second before pulling back out and then slamming back in as hard as I could. Damn, it felt good and I don't know why but I felt like topping for the first time in a long time. Pretty soon I was giving him all I had, my ass going up and down and my hips slapping his butt with each stroke. Then I felt a hand on my ass. First giving it a good slap, then feeling me up. I slowed down and paused for a second while a lubed finger probed my ass, then two with more lube. While I was still fully impaled into the twink I felt the big dick of the POZ top guy slide into me until he was also fully impaled. Then he pulled back out until only the tip remained right at my sphincter. I pulled out of the twink and back onto the dick until I was again fully impaled as he pushed back forward to force me down and keep me sheathed in the twink. We slowly figured out a rhythm and started to move faster, me being pumped as I was in turn pumping. All three of us were grunting, moaning and groaning as we could hear over the sound of skin slapping. This went on for a while until I felt the pumping of the POZ top start to get erratic and he groaned out "Oh yeah, giving both of you my DNA". I stopped fully inside the twink and the POZ top fully inside me. I felt his hot cum jetting into me and it triggered my orgasm as well, sending my now tainted seed into the twink. The POZ top pulled out and pushed me off the twink, then he mounted up and started pounding him hard. Soon he had blasted his second charged load directly into the twink. "I'm knocking your tight little faggot ass up!". He then unbuckled the twink and pushed me down on the bed and started giving me the same treatment, the twink watching and jerking his cock. The POZ top had amazing stamina, as his big dick never waned in hardness. It took a good long time before he came in me. Afterwards he said into my ear "He got my strain from both of us, I want you to help spread it far and wide". After that the twink and I both got dressed and I waited for him a minute outside while he had a few words with the POZ top. After he came outside we exchanged names on the dating site so we could maybe hook up again. Surprisingly he told me that he liked chubby dad types like me. I told him that I hadn't topped in a long time but had liked it again more than I thought I would. A about a week after that I got a message from the twink "I'm pregnant". I answered back "So am I". He asked me if I'd like to meet him. I told him I'd get a room at the Best Western where we had both been impregnated. "One of my friends from school would like to play with us". I told him that sounded great... but that's another story. To be continued?

Part 11: Deadline, 2066 All at once, as it seemed to Hamish, the years had flashed by, and he found his personal deadline date of 2066 looming on the calendar on New Year’s Day. He’d gone with a couple of casual friends for a major-league celebration on what he, but not they, knew would almost certainly be the last New Year’s Eve of his life. He had a wild round of New Year’s Eve sex with one of them, a stalwart 40-something guy who thought he was picking up a younger man. Which, of course, was only partly true. The older man, name of Greg, did a fine job of plowing Hamish with his cock which curved upwards to the tip and proved to be an ideal prostate buster. But when Hamish took over the top position, he gave Greg a terrific ride which involved forty-five solid minutes of fucking and two good big loads. If Greg hadn’t gotten “sort-of” dressed and staggered home in an epic walk of shame at 3:30 in the morning, he would undoubtedly have taken another load or two from Hamish later on. Hamish had finally gravitated back to Edinburgh, no doubt out of nostalgia for the time when he met Alan here and learned from him how to discover the mark of the immortal. He’d settled in an apartment off the Royal Mile and spent much time wandering around the beautiful new (to him, at least) buildings of the Castle Hill and the positively modern Georgian New Town area – barely a quarter as old as he was. His favourite hangout, though, was a sleek modern coffee bar in an old house on Cockburn Street, quite close to the site of the long-gone thatched inn where he and Alan had first bonded. Hamish would chuckle at the thought that he might still look 32 and a few months, but he was definitely acting like any senior citizen – sitting in the sunlight by a window, nursing a single cup of coffee for an hour at a time, and grumbling to himself about how young people today had no idea what really hard work was like. At busy times, the café would take your order and give you a number, and then a staff member would bring your coffee and food to your table. One morning, in February of 2066, a new staffer delivered Hamish’s order. A young man of twenty or so, with a flop of light brown hair across his forehead – and the kind of cute boyishness that in a few more years would mature into a devastatingly handsome man. Hamish looked up, smiled, and thanked him – and then sat upright, staring at the young fellow’s face, his mouth hanging open. The young man asked, “Is something wrong?” “No.” Hamish pulled himself together with an effort. “No, nothing’s wrong.” For the rest of the hour, he kept sneaking glances at the young guy whenever his back was turned. Nothing much to be seen – at least, not what he was looking for, what he was hoping – or dreading – to see. After he’d delivered Hamish’s coffee order half a dozen times over the next 2 weeks or so, the young guy (whose name was Roger) and Hamish were on first-name terms, with some casual flirtation thrown in. At last, Hamish invited Roger for dinner – and he accepted. They met at a small restaurant not too far away, and conversation flowed smoothly and easily. Hamish was chuckling inwardly at the thought that any chance onlooker might easily think he was a cradle robber – but they’d have no idea just how right they were! Hamish walked Roger home after dinner, and Roger turned to him, kissing him right there in the street. It gave Hamish the opportunity he’d been waiting for from the first moment he’d seen Roger. Sliding his hands up the back of Roger’s neck, and into his hair, he massaged the skin – and found the row of small bumps. Roger pulled away, and then took Hamish’s hand and led him upstairs. As they sat together over a glass of wine, Hamish put his arm around Roger, and decided to go for it, just like he had over a century earlier with Bobby. “How old are you, Roger?” “Twenty-one. You want to see my photo I.D.?” he replied in a smart-ass tone. Hamish just stared at him with that look on his face that said, Seriously? Roger sighed. “Okay. Actually, I’m seventy-three. How did you know?” And just like that, with a déjà vu that was so total it could have been a script in an online game, he was having “the talk” yet again with another young immortal who was still new to this life, explaining about the marks, and the thousand-year limit. In the course of that talk, he asked Roger, “So, how and when did you get turned?” Roger laughed. “It was 2014, and I was 21 years old – which is how I still appear, of course. I was playing an early vintage virtual reality game and, somehow, I got sucked right into the reality of the game and had to fight for my life against a horde of demons. I was killed. And a moment later, I was back in my room, seeing a flashing message on the screen saying, ‘Game over – you lose, Sucker! Play again? YES / NO.’ And that was not the standard end-of-game message for that game. Weird as hell. I pushed yes -- but that time I just got the normal game. It took me a few years to realize that I had stopped ageing at that point.” Hamish was thinking to himself. Just like Alan with his book of spells back in the 800s, mortals always keep getting themselves into trouble by messing with dark things which they don’t understand and don’t take nearly as seriously as they should. So far, then, this meeting was going very much like his meeting with Bobby at that first big orgy in the Hamptons back in the 1920s. But there was a difference this time, and Hamish suddenly realized as he listened to Roger going on speaking, that Roger was laying his heart bare – and for Hamish alone to hear. “Hamish, I don’t know what’s going on here, but right from the first day I met you, I just felt deep down inside that in some way we belonged together, we needed to be with each other. It’s crazy, you’re not even my type anyway, at least not to look at – but there’s this, like, magnetic pull tugging me towards you, and I’ve never felt like that with anyone before. Do you know what it is?” Hamish had a sudden wild hope in his heart of hearts that he couldn’t deny. He gazed deep into Roger’s dark grey eyes, so much like Alan’s eyes had been that the resemblance was beyond uncanny. “I know one thing for sure, Roger. It was your eyes that stopped me dead in my tracks as soon as I saw you that first day.” He took a deep breath, nerving himself to continue. “What’s your full name, Roger?” “Roger Craig Alan Thorne. Roger was for a cousin of my mother’s who died young, Craig for an uncle of my father’s.” “And Alan?” “My mum told me years later, after she and Dad divorced. She said the name Alan just came to her out of nowhere as she held me for the first time, so she persuaded my dad to add it on.” Hamish was almost beyond being able to think coherently. The revelation that this young man was immortal, the way he described the power pulling them together (which Hamish had also felt), the uncanny coincidence of the names, and especially the back story of his third name – for Hamish, it all added up to just one thing. The question was how best to explain it to Roger. “You asked what was happening. I don’t actually know, but I have a theory. To explain it, though, I have to take you back in time – a long way back. The first man I ever met who recognized me as an immortal gave me that whole speech which I just gave you – except for the part about the thousand years. He and I had a very unusual relationship. Right from the start, we began to bond with each other. We connected in so many ways, on so many levels that, in the end, our two souls pretty much became one. “Some day, I may tell you all about what happened between us, and how it affected my entire life. The point that matters right now is this: he confirmed for me that some souls do resurrect or reincarnate as a different person. Well, I haven’t died yet – but I did the math, and it might or might not be a coincidence that you were born just 150 years after he died, which was in 1843. It also might or might not be a coincidence that the café where we met is just a few metres up the street from the spot where I first met him back in the year 1311. And finally, what puts it almost beyond any chance of coincidence – for me, at least – is that you have his eyes.” Hamish paused and took a deep breath. “And his name.” “Which name do you mean?” Roger asked, although he had already guessed. “Alan. The name that ‘just came to’ your mother. His name.” “So, you’re thinking…?” “I’m thinking that you are the reincarnation of his soul, and that the bond I shared with him is now forming again with you.” “Wow. This is so much to take in at once.” “I know. The thing is, Roger, once I had to tell you about the thousand-year limit, there was no way I could leave the rest aside. It all had to come out. You have a right to know as much as I do. And if my guess is correct, as I’m sure now that it is, you’ll have exactly 150 years to wait after my time runs out and I die, before I reincarnate and come back for you.” Roger continued shaking his head, mystified and baffled in a way, but absolutely able to follow the path of logic that Hamish had sketched out. It certainly appeared to be too many coincidences to be just coincidental. He also couldn’t deny the strong force that was pulling them into each other’s orbit. As for Hamish, he was foreseeing – and dreading – the moment when he was going to have to tell Roger the most difficult part of all. At which Roger, just as Alan always used to do, leaped right to the point that was in Hamish’s mind. “Hamish, you’ve carefully avoided mentioning it, but when is your thousand years up?” Hamish took Roger’s hands in his and held them firmly. “This year.” Roger’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Roger, I got turned at the Battle of Hastings, on October 7, 1066. My time is up this fall. As soon as my thousand-year term ends, I’ll begin ageing at far more than normal speed, and will likely be gone by the end of the month, certainly by the New Year.” Hamish watched anxiously as Roger took a couple of minutes to process the implications of that one. Then, he hitched his shoulders in what Hamish already recognized as a characteristic mannerism indicating that he’d made up his mind. “Well, if we only have till October, we’d better quit wasting time, yes?” And without waiting for an answer, he stood, then took Hamish’s hand and led him to the bedroom. With his previous partners, Roger had usually just dropped his clothes quickly and gotten right down to business, but he soon found that Hamish’s more mature style of undressing each other slowly, with plenty of kissing and caressing, was absolutely right for this time, this place, this man. Once they were in bed together, Hamish proceeded to take Roger’s cock in his mouth – and there was that familiar feeling of the perfect fit, even though it was a very different size and shape from Alan’s cock. There was some special quality that made it instantly feel at home in his mouth, and Hamish took that as another proof that his guess about this whole weird situation was probably right on target. When he swung around to let Roger take him in a 69, Roger too sighed with satisfaction as soon as he had taken Hamish’s cock into his mouth. Plainly, the formation of the bond was moving on at a great pace. At first, Roger just wanted to be the top as he’d never been fucked, and Hamish was fine with that. He was content to let Roger take his time to broaden his experience. As soon as Roger entered his hole, Hamish felt it again – that perfect adjustment to the exact fit, as precise as a well-machined lock and key. For his part, Roger was feeling a level of profound satisfaction that was utterly different from the superficial excitement of his many previous encounters. He’d already accepted as gospel the idea that Hamish and he were destined for each other, and now his every movement was perfectly matched by the ideal and wonderful response from his partner. He took his time; this was too precious a moment to be wasted with fumbling around or rushing. At last, though, he felt the need to cum rising up in his balls and starting to make its way up his shaft. He speeded up the pace of his thrusts into Hamish’s beautifully muscled ass, and Hamish began squeezing his ass around Roger’s cock at a tempo that exactly matched Roger’s pumping motions. When the time came, their two orgasms were so precisely timed that Roger’s seed could easily have shot right through Hamish’s body to emerge from his cock and spray into the air. Even the pulsations of their dicks were perfectly synchronized. Within a week, they were living together. Both of them accepted as a given that they were bonding. Whether the theory about Alan reincarnating was correct or not, there was no denying the speed at which they were growing into each other’s minds and thoughts. There was also no denying the intense satisfaction and sense of wholeness that they felt every time they had sex with each other. Within a second week, Roger had given Hamish his cherry. Roger was astounded that, despite everything he’d heard from friends, there was no pain at all after the first moment of entry. Hamish’s big, thick tool nestled inside Roger’s tight ass as neatly as if it had been sculpted for him. Roger had never felt so incredibly stimulated, so deeply stirred, as he felt when Hamish plowed slowly but firmly, driving all the way inside him over and over again. He pulled Hamish down on top of him, wrapping his legs and arms around his lover’s muscled body, and urging him on with deep, powerful kisses and cries of passion. Roger was so turned on by the sensations washing through him that he actually came hands-free, not once but twice, before Hamish finally speeded up his fucking motions and flooded Roger’s no-longer-virgin ass with the first load of his life. Afterwards, they lay in each other’s arms, satiated and satisfied in a way that no previous sexual encounter of Roger’s had ever given him. When Roger got some vacation time from work, Hamish took him on a trip to see two places. A farmer’s hedgerow above the shores of the Firth of Forth was one. The burial mound was still visible, just barely, as it sank slowly under the weight of the hedgerow. This was where Hamish told Roger the entire story of Craig. Roger needed no help to recognize that the very human relationship between Craig and Hamish, while truthful and intensely, painfully real, had been entirely different from the bond which Hamish and he were nurturing. They then travelled to Finlaggan, now an established tourist attraction. The sandspit where Hamish and Alan had waded out to the islet now had a modern footbridge standing on it, wide enough to accommodate the golf cart shuttles which brought older, less agile visitors to the castle’s ruins. To Hamish’s dismay, the grave site had been opened up by archaeologists. A signboard explained that the grave was mysterious as it contained a body plainly interred in the 1800s -- yet was surrounded by artifacts dating back to the 800s. That set both of them laughing, Hamish with a silly giggle, and Roger with a dry, sardonic chuckle that Hamish recognized at once. Alan’s laugh. “At least, I know that he isn’t there anymore. The part of him that mattered the most is alive and kicking, right here beside me.” “You’re completely sure now.” “I am. The way you just laughed -- his signature laugh – that was the final proof I needed.” It was a strange year that seemed somehow to allow all the time in the world yet gave no time at all. Hamish strove to share as much of himself as possible with Roger, both consciously and through the subconscious and unconscious channels that their bond created. Back in Edinburgh, they spent as much time as possible together. Roger resigned from his job, reasoning that another one wouldn’t be hard to find when the time came. His friends all wondered where he had vanished to, but he didn’t mind. He’d already been around long enough to be used to the immortal’s routine of slipping quietly away when the questions about his unchanging youthful appearance became too pressing. Hamish grew more and more certain with the passing weeks that Alan’s soul had indeed come back and sought him out. With that certainty he equally became absolutely sure that he in turn would come back at the right time to be with Roger. His total conviction was both reassuring and infectious to Roger, who otherwise would have felt sorry for himself that this unique bond, so quickly found, should be so soon lost. But Hamish, with his long wisdom, convinced Roger that the bond would weaken but never break, and would draw his soul back to life as soon as possible. When October came, and the signs of ageing began to set in, Roger spent his every waking and sleeping hour with Hamish, trying to absorb as much of the man’s long history and wisdom as he could by every means possible. As well, he wanted – no, needed – to be with Hamish on this journey as Hamish had been with Alan before. It was a strange time, but a peaceful one. There was none of the traditional human railing against the inevitable coming of death, for Roger was now just as certain as Hamish that there was more, much more to their story than just this one year. On Christmas Day, 2066, Roger held Hamish securely in his embrace as Hamish breathed his last. But Roger knew that the story wouldn’t end there. Epilogue: 2216 Roger was always subconsciously aware of the significance of the date 2216, although he didn’t do anything foolish like counting down the days. He was more absorbed by his awareness of how much the world had changed in the century and a half since Hamish had passed away. For one thing, apart from a few stubborn holdouts, the vast majority of the world’s countries and citizens had now grown to full acceptance of varying sexual orientations and gender identities. Aside from the rapidly dwindling number of old-school cranks and faddists, any persecution of non-hetero people on sexual and gender grounds was a thing of the past. More surprisingly, the world had grown a long way into full awareness of the existence of immortals amid the planet’s population. Roger had played a significant political role in raising this awareness, earning international attention and plaudits for not only making immortals more visible, but also for making mortals more aware of the dangers of playing light-heartedly with the powers of darkness. The world’s more scientifically “enlightened” population had struggled mightily with this obvious reality, but even the oldest and most conservative scientists had been forced to accept the conclusions of long periods of rigorous scientific observation of Roger and others like him. These observations were declared concluded once the second generation of mortal scientists involved in the process had died of old age without Roger and the other immortals observed appearing to age by even a day. Throughout all this intense social awareness campaigning, Roger had never forgotten the significance of the date 2216. Even so, he didn’t at all expect what was going to happen. He felt sure that he would wait a couple of decades longer, perhaps even more, before finally confirming the truth of the theory that Hamish had developed and that he, Roger, had accepted. In the end, the entire year passed without anything untoward happening. Roger felt a brief pang of disappointment as the New Year came and went, ushering in 2217. Towards the end of February, Roger had a chance to visit a couple of friends that he’d first met 10 years earlier. Since they were completely familiar with his immortal status, and his preference for men, there were no sidewise glances and no snide comments about anti-ageing cosmetic treatments or organ enhancements. The times had indeed changed. His friends, Becky and Leo, had just brought home their premature twin sons from the hospital after nearly two months in the neonatal intensive care unit. They’d invited Roger over to have a good visit and dinner, and to meet the babies who had been born on New Year’s Eve at just about dinnertime. To his inexperienced eye, the twins looked about as repulsive as the average newborns. But he leaned over the paired cradles just the same, quietly giving out the sort of soothing sounds which adults always feel are very much the thing for young infants. One of them just lay there, eyes half closed, breathing but otherwise doing nothing much at all. The other one, though…. Roger’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. The little baby boy on the right had done something no baby of that age was supposed to be able to do. He had opened his eyes, looked right at Roger as if he were focusing on the man watching him, and raised his hand in the air, slapping at Roger’s extended hand in a first attempt at a high five. Becky and Leo both expressed surprise, as he’d never done anything so differently from his brother before. Then Roger asked, more as an idle inquiry than anything else, “What are their names?” Becky answered, “That one is John and the one who likes you is James.” “James,” Roger answered thoughtfully. “You could use the Scots versions of those names, you know. Ian and Hamish are perfectly respectable names.” Becky laughed. “Leo thinks that those names are too much hassle to be always spelling out and telling people how to pronounce them in the international world we live in now.” But Roger had already leaned over the cradle again. “Hamish… Hamish…” he said in a quiet, singsong voice. The baby opened his eyes again and smiled.

Chapter 1 A couple weeks ago the kid got his first taste of being a whore and what it was like being a parTy pig. He felt bad for a couple days but after that youth took over and he wanted to play again. He contacted me and asked when the next party would be. I told him that we usually got together once a month or so. Work and schedules are sometimes had to get together.. I asked him if he saw the pics and vids of his first time being an out of control slut. He said that he had seen them. Part of it he couldn’t remember but what parts he did was great and that he wanted to do more the net time. He said a couple guys that were at the party stopped at his place and one bent him over the arm of his couch and dry fucked him. He said it hurt but it kinda felt good at the same time. I asked him when this was and he said it was on Wednesday after the party. I told him his ass was probably still sore from the action of the prior weekend. He said the second guy used the Cum of the first guy as lube so it didn’t hurt any. He said that cum was dripping down his legs after they were done with him. I asked him if they gave him anything to help and he didn’t think so. I asked him ow they got a hold of him and he said the somehow had his email address. I told him I had given them it He was disappointed that the next party would be a while off. I asked him what he would like to try next time, what he remembered from the first time he liked. He said he liked it all and that Frank was great. He remembered all the nasty talk he was saying and how great it felt. He said he wasn[A1] ’t expecting anything like the slam. He said all he remembered is that all of a sudden he wanted his ass to take a bull sized cock. He said he wanted more and also wanted to try the sling next time. I told him that after a while we didn’t have him restrained much, just enough to keep him from slipping off the pads. If he got into the sling he would probably be hog tied in a way that anything the guys wanted to do to him would happen. He said “ That sounds great “. I reminded him what happened the last time and he said his insides are aching to get everything again. He also said that there was a strange craving for the wild sex again He asked me about the marks on this butt and how long they would take to wash off. I told him probably a couple weeks. I wasn’t really sure. He said he was with his girl friend and had the lights off when they got in bed. He said he never fucked so long and came so much. She was amazed. I asked if he was bareback and he said she is on the pill so we don’t worry about it. He said he wanted to put it up her bubble butt but she would not let him. I told him “ That is why so many married guys are bi or gay. Wives don’t want sex and rarely give up the back door”. I asked him if he looked at the marks on his ass and he said in the mirror and he said it was difficult to see it. Texted him a pic I had on my phone. He looked at it. For a minute he was quiet. I asked him if he was still on the call and he said yes. He said “ I had a lot up my ass”. I said “ Yes you did . Do you see the marks on both sides”? He was a bit quiet and said “ Yes “ . I asked him to count the numbers under each side. “ He said 3 under a NEG side and 11 under the POZ side “. I asked him if he remembered telling me he wanted to get knocked up like the stories, he said “ Yes “. He was very quiet about his answers. I asked him if he remembered all the times I asked him if he wanted to stop? He again said “ YES”. I think the realization of what all went on was hitting him. He said it was so much fun he was still craving more. I told him that the bath houses in the next town were a fun place to go if he wanted to try again. I told him to think it over and let me know.

Sorry for the delay in updates. This next one will get a bit wordy, but there is a lot of information I needed to get in there to make the story make sense, and I promise that I end it on a worthwhile note. Again, thanks for all the replies, and I look forward to any input. -- PART 3: Becoming a Good Neighbor Looking up from my laptop, I watched as two of my classmates walked up, finishing their rounds for the evening before we sat and completed our charts. “Hey, Erika. Hey, Steve,” I softly said, not looking up from what felt like the hundredth chart I had written that night. Both said a quick ‘hey’ before dropping their laptops next to mine. Looking over, I saw Erika finger what felt like the millionth bouquet sent to me by my ass of an ex in the last 3 weeks. Erika, a short red-head that I first met back in pre-med, is hands down my best friend. She barely comes up to my chin, but what she lacks in height, she definitely makes up for it in feistiness. We met at a mixer one night in the dorms and was actually the one to introduce me to my douche of an ex. At this moment, she was single, having dumped her ex after they had a fight over the long hours she always put in. Steve, on the other hand, is tall, black, and frankly one of the few guys I had ever lusted over and hit on. Smart, quick to make a comeback, and he and his fiancé, a nurse at another hospital, are one of the cutest couples I ever met. Sadly for me, he was 100% straight, but still extremely cool, if not a little too knowledgeable about the gay world, besting me on all sorts of insights. “I see he really doesn’t give up…” she replied, grabbing the card and looking inside, “God, what a sappy note. ‘I love you with all my heart. Being without you is like missing a piece of my soul.’ Talk about contrived. If that fucker didn’t want to lose you, maybe he should have kept it in his pants. It’s been what, 2 weeks?” “Nope he still hasn’t, and it’s been 3 weeks,” I said, finally finishing up my last chart and after clicking log out, closed the lid of the laptop. Grabbing it and my few paper charts, I put each away; the laptop back into its cradle on the counter behind us, and the charts in the ‘To File’ pile. I began to stretch, hearing and feeling several loud pops emirate from my back. “And they’re going into the trash, just like all the rest,” I said, going to the small closet behind the nurse's station. Pulling out my jacket, I began to shoulder on the thick material, thankful that I had forgotten the coat for nearly a year and yet to be stolen. The weather had taken a sudden dip into an early winter, and I knew I would definitely be needing it. “Screw that!” Steve replied, grabbing the vase before I could, “Can I have them?” I stopped and stared at Steve. “Ok…. why do you want a dozen red roses?” I asked, confused before adding the sly, “Did you something you want to tell Erika and I about the requires roses at home?” “Fuck no!” he replied with an eye roll before continuing. “It’s just that nurses love them. Especially mine. You want something from them, just give them flowers and candy.” “Shit… should have thought of that myself!” Erika said, trying to make a grab at the glass vase as Steve pulled them out of her reach. “Nope. Mine,” he laughed, watching as she tried to jump and grab them, profanities spewing from her mouth as his tall frame easily surmounting her much shorter stature. “You can have the next one, dear, ” I said, hanging up my white coat before starting work on the zipper, “I’m sure there will be more tomorrow.” “And just where are you off to?” Steve asked, raising his eyebrows and looking at the clock, obviously surprised at my early departure, knowing I usually was the last to leave since I had set up camp in the small on call room down the hall. “House hunting. Found a really decent place for like $800 a month. It’s fully furnished and not all that far away. Have to get there before 5:30 so I can check it out.” I replied, checking to make sure I had my phone and wallet before making my way from behind the counter. “I’m tired of staying in the on-call room here, hospital food sucks ass, and I’m getting really tired of having to live out of a duffle bag.” “Jesus! What’s wrong with it that it’s that cheap? I’d come with to help you, but on call tonight.” Erika replied, her eyes growing large at the admittedly too good to be true deal. “Yeah, what she said,” Steve added. “No idea, but it’s got to be better than living in a hospital, and it’s in my price range. Even seems like a pretty new place and has perfect access to the streetcar line. My only guess is that there's a night club or something,” I replied, pulling up the listing from my phone broker before hand the phone to them. “Niiiiice,” they both replied, as I pocketed my phone again. “Ten bucks says someone was murdered there, probably a serial killer like in American Psycho,” Steve guessed, looking back down at his screen and typing. “Nope, $20 bucks says it's definitely the site of a porno,” Erika added, doing the same, “Probably a giant homo-fest filled with big cocks shooting everywhere like a Super Soaker. I bet if you took a black light with you, it’d look like a Jackson Pollock painting in there.” “You’re on,” replied Steve. “Lame jokes from both of you, I expected better, “ I called behind me, making my towards the elevator, ”Wish me luck!” Pressing the down button, the doors quickly opened to reveal my least favorite person in our class. Alex Ranker, aka Ranker the Wanker as Matt called him. Though I hated Matt now, I still agreed it was a perfect thing to call the guy. Alex was one of those guys that seemed to have it all. His parents were rich, his mother an heiress to some fruit company out east, his father a famous lawyer in New York. The guy was literally perfect. Perfect tan, perfect teeth, perfectly trimmed dirty blond hair, perfect body. Until he opened his mouth. He’d been known to harass the nurses and other students alike, to the point nobody wanted to work with him. And yet, it seemed like he could do no wrong in the eyes of the attending doctors. My level of hatred started back at the beginning of residency when they had a dinner at the hospital for everyone and their spouses to visit. I had run to the restroom, only to come out and find Mr. Douche himself feeling up my then boyfriend. He didn’t even bat an eye as we kissed when I got back and proceeded to ask for Matt’s number. Needless to say, I still hated the guy with a passion. Looking up from his phone, he gave a slight smirk at me. I fought not to let my thoughts about the douche reach my face, and stepped onto the elevator next to him, watching as the door closed. I stared ahead for a few minutes when Wanker opened his mouth and started speaking. “I hear you and that hot British guy broke up,” he said, immediately getting under my skin, “Must have finally realized he could do a lot better than someone like you. I’ll have to get his number sometime. Show him what a real man is.” Wanker was also a notorious man-whore, having been caught with both male and female nurses all over the hospital. A true one and done type of guy. Every week, the staff would have to cheer up whoever he had used and dumped. The latest was the new nurse in the neonatal unit. Told her at the nursing station to grow up and get over herself. And that he’d had much better all the time. He at least was now iced out of that floor. This was opposed to me. I tried every day to treat the nurses as a team, helping them whenever I could and listening to their complaints. And who after the recent break-up, constantly had the sympathy vote on his side. The difference between us proving ‘never piss off the nurses.’ “Yep,” I replied through gritted teeth, “Caught him in bed with a neighbor. Apparently, he only likes pussy now. Also likely has a bad case of gono knowing what he was on. So enjoy that. He’s all yours.” Slightly satisfied at how my reply had shut the dick up, I rushed the doors the second they opened to the lobby and quickly made my way to the entrance. — Luckily, the streetcar was only a block away, and my wait out in the biting cold was a blissfully short one. I stared blankly out the window, letting my mind wander to that night 3 weeks earlier, and nearly found myself missing my stop. I felt my cheeks redden a little as I looked down and saw the guy sitting in front of me who was forced to stare at the obvious bulge in my scrub pants. I made brief eye contact before I moved away and looked pointedly out the windows of the tram. Hurriedly, I hopped off, and walked down the block towards the apartment building, having memorized where I needed to go. Looking around, I caught a few brief glances of the area. A few small shops, several restaurants, even what looked to be a bookstore nearby. Then there was the building with blacked out windows and bars right next door to where I was going. Nightclub maybe? I asked myself, slightly slowing down as I walked past. The sign above the door stated ‘Stroud’s.’ However, there were no other identifying features, so I kept walking past. I walked into the lobby of the apartment and was greeted by a receptionist, a hot younger guy, possibly of Indian descent. “Are you Jake?” he asked, a mild Middle Eastern accent in his voice. “Um… yeah, how’d you know?” I asked, slightly put off by how this guy knew exactly who I was. “I’m Amal. Greg, our manager, and leasing agent is the one you spoke to this morning. He’s in his office,” he replied, extending his hand and shaking mine, “Follow me.” I followed Amal to the room behind him, taking in the appearance of the apartment lobby. It was obvious that the building was a former hotel, and an old one at that. Thankfully, whoever owned the building hadn’t completely gutted it on its renovation, leaving many of the old styled flourishes around, while still adding an interest modern flair. I knew instantly I would love the place, at least until I found out why it was so cheap. The receptionist opened the door and I saw Greg. Holy shit! I thought to myself, have I walked into the Twilight Zone? Before me was a man who I could swear at first was Jackson. He had same dark hair, graying at the temples. He also obviously spent half his life at the gym, his chiseled torso hidden just barely by an expensive looking suit and tie. A nice, square chin and piercing gray eyes added to his masculine look, with high-end designer glasses completing the look, giving him the air of a model. However, as I looked closer, I noticed a few differences between the two. No piercings, no beard, his voice was a little less deep, hair cut was definitely different. He had a phone to one ear talking away to what must have been a tenant, and with a brief wave, I sat down in one of the chairs in front of him. “Can I get you anything?” Amal asked from the doorway, breaking me from my mild stupor. “Um, no, I’m good,” I replied, giving a small smile. Quietly, Amal shut the door, as I turned my attention back to the building manager. “Yes Mrs. Goodwin, I’ll have maintenance get on that as soon possible. Yes… yes, ma’am. Thank you again for reporting it. I truly apologize for the inconvenience. Yes… Yes, ma’am. UH-huh… Okay, thank you,” he spoke, before finally hanging up the phone. Looking down, he began to look through the many sticky notes on his desk, looking for a particular one. “ Thanks for waiting. Sorry, it took so long getting off the phone, Mister… uh… sorry… Doctor…” “Harding. Please, just call me Jake,” I replied, shaking his hand as he extended it out. “Nice to meet you, Jake. I take it it’s getting quite cold outside?” he asked, turning his attention to the computer screen next to him, clicking on something, “You’re here to see…. 1201 was it? The one bed, one bath fully furnished?” “Uh, yeah, I think so,” I replied, forcing myself to stop imagining the quickly darkening things I’d do with the man in front of me, quickly starting to mirror what I had done with Jackson. “And you want a… immediate move in if possible I see. And you’ve already completed the application… thanks for getting that done so fast,” he continued, reading the screen, “And I see you’re well qualified for the apartment. No pets, and no need for a deposit… Great!” he replied, reaching into the desk and pulling out a small electronic key card, “We can show the apartment now if you’d like?” Nodding, I followed him back to the lobby, standing behind him as he pressed the call button for the elevator. Quickly I stopped myself from looking at his ass as he turned around to face me. “So, as you can tell, this used to be a hotel. It was built back in 1907,” he began, pointing out different points in the lobby as he began his tour of the building. “We recently renovated last year. We tried to keep the historical integrity of the building, but everything that couldn’t be saved has been updated. There’s fiber internet in the building, as well as 24-hour security. And the front desk is staffed from 9 am until 11 pm every day. We have a small gym on the 2nd floor, as well as a pool behind the lobby. There is a small attached parking garage, but those are an additional $100 a month per space.” I nodded as he told me these things. Seeing as I had no car, the parking wasn’t a big deal. But still, I kept telling myself that there was no way this place could be this nice at the current price and not have something wrong with it yet. The doors of the antique looking elevator opened up, revealing a surprisingly updated looking interior. “The elevator works with your room key, and will only take you to your floor and the common access areas. We also made sure to set it up so that you can use your phone, and that you can send a temporary access code to anyone you wish. It will also allow them to access your apartment door if you aren't home.” I slyly watched him as the elevator quickly climbed upward, taking in the nice profile presented to me as he continued to wax about the history of the building. For once, I was really beginning to enjoy not being attached to someone. Especially the no fearing the repercussions of checking someone out. The downside though was not having done anything for 3 weeks, which was really starting to make me horny. The doors opened to reveal a long, well-lit hallway, the seemingly never ending length giving my a slight vibe of something out of The Shining. I half expected those creepy twin girls to appear and start asking me to play with them. Directly across the hall was my possible apartment. “As you can tell, it's near the elevator,” the manager continued, “But we made sure to add extra sound proofing to prevent any noise problems.” He swiped the card above the door lock, and with a slight whir, the door unlocked. Opening it, I followed him in, looking around the room as he turned on the lights. I was stunned. The place looked amazing. The pictures from the internet showed empty rooms, and the images had not done the place justice. Tall ceilings, with what had to be the original decorative crown moldings. Granite counters, high-end loft furniture, stainless steel appliances, exposed brick and hardwood floors everywhere. And even an amazing view of downtown. There was even a large flat panel tv and what looked to be one of those high-tech smart thermostats. I began to feel almost unnerved. Why in the world wasn’t this place taken? The tour continued to the bedroom with a well appointed and fully updated on-suite bath, again looking like something out of a magazine for the rich and famous, and not something that was more in the pricing of a fresh out of college student. “As you can see, we went to a lot of lengths to update the apartment and all the furniture comes with it at $150 a month. After a 3 year lease, they will pretty much be yours. We currently don’t have them installed, but it will also come with a high-efficiency washer and dryer as well if you need it. This unit was previously the model unit, but since we’ve recently finished the top 10 floors, we’re trying to get rid of this one. Also, we have a deal with the former housekeeping staff and they provide cleaning once every week for another $75 a month.” “Um… it’s great…. but…” I replied, perplexed at how such a great find wasn’t already taken. This place was nicer than anything I could have hoped to live in. “Let me guess…” Greg intoned, “How is something like this still on the market?” “Yeah…” I replied, looking around again, “Did someone die in here… or is it haunted or…” “Well,” he started, looking a little embarrassed, “I do have to be up front. There are a few problems with the place. First, you’ll have Mrs. Goodwin, the lovely lady I was speaking to earlier as a neighbor. She’s very nice if a bit… well, crazy. Don't get me wrong, very sweet, and if you ever want great food, she is an excellent cook and loves for people to try it. But she tends to like to know every little thing about people. You can usually avoid her as long as you aren’t in the hallway at certain hours. Also, she has a bad habit of trying to fix her children up with other tenants. The closer they are, the more she pushes it.” Having had an (albeit much lesser) similar experience with our previous neighbor, this fact didn’t phase me. “OK, I’ve had my share of nosy neighbors, so not a big deal there. And I guess it's nice actually knowing who your neighbors are. I’m guessing there’s more though?” I asked. “Well, there is the fact of the neighborhood,” he replied. “This area is still in transition, and the crime is a tiny bit higher than other areas. But nothing major. It’s a pretty safe place to live. There is a lot of very nice places to shop and eat, and the street car is right down the street. But we do have a certain… erm… the element that resides here and has no plans of leaving.” “So, gangs? The mob? Satanists?” I asked half-jokingly, not quite following his logic. “Oh God, no, nothing like that,” he replied, “It’s just… well, I’m sure you saw that place next door. Stroud’s.” “Sure, “ I replied, remembering walking past the place next door. “Is it a nightclub? If so, I don’t think it would be a problem this high up would it?” “Oh. Um, no… it’s a….” he replied, looking even more flustered, “You don’t get easily offended do you?” “I’m a doctor, so no… seeing strange things and people is part of my job,” I replied. “Well, it's actually an adult bookstore. And apparently pretty popular as well, especially with the male population. It’s actually the reason why we have had so much trouble filling the unit,” he stated, “People don’t really like telling their friends to go the apartment complex next to the gay bookstore. Especially with the rumors around it. It’s really pretty seedy. We’ve tried to talk the city into closing it down, but apparently, the owner has a lot of connections in city hall. That and the owner has a private sauna a block away. With those two elements, we tend to have a problem with a lot of our more conservative renters being driven away. We had an issue with our last tenant as well, which required us to have them evicted. Corporate really strives for full occupancy, so I’ve tried to price it to sell. You’re the best candidate we’ve had yet.” I felt a stir in my pants as I realized exactly what he meant by seedy gay bookstores. I’d recently started reading about such things online, bored at night with the call room to myself. Likely, this adult bookstore was one of those rare finds. Possibly even one of the ones with private theaters. “Other than those problems, it's a lovely unit. What are your thoughts on the place?” Greg replied, looking as though I was likely to bolt out of the place and never return. “Actually, compared with the things I see at work,” I said, taking a final look around, “Those things are really rather mild. You’d be amazed at the things people do in the bedroom that put them in the emergency room.” With a slight laugh, we exited the room and made our way back to the elevator. “So, like you said, you’re wanting to move in as soon as possible?” Greg asked, following me into the elevator as the doors opened with a slight thump. “I’d say today, but I’m sure that…” I started to say before he immediately interrupted. “We can do that!” he exclaimed. “If you want, we can have someone from the cleaning staff do a once over. We just have some paperwork, and if you can make the first month’s rent payment and the application fee, we will be able to get you in tonight about 8 or 9 pm. Would that work?” Shocked, I nodded my head, amazed at how quickly I could take possession of the place. We spent the next hour signed what felt like a mountain of paperwork and the swipe of my debit card, we exchanged handshakes and Greg gave me the small plastic card. I left the building, running back to the hospital to get my duffle bag, and then returned, off to grab dinner and explore the neighborhood. I took in a light dinner at the Thai place across from the streetcar stop and set off to explore in the quickly dying late fall sunset. I walked into a few shops, surprised at how many were open until later in the evening. I even spied a small tobacconist shop, which made me think back to the hot night from 3 weeks before yet again. I ignored the shop though, looking at my watch. It was time for my apartment to be done. So, I walked back to the building before I spied several people walking into the adult bookstore. I felt myself get hard yet again. I walked back into my building, waving at Amal, and rode the elevator back up, setting my bag into the bedroom and changing into normal clothes before deciding to bite the bullet and check out the bookstore. — Stepping into the store, it looked like any other adult bookstore I had seen before. An ever shrinking movie section (thanks in large part to the internet), toys ranging from small to impossibly large, leather, clothing and edible panties, even the occasional ball gag and whip. I wasn’t that impressed until I noticed a second entrance to the back of the shop. I walked up to the attended, and with a slight blush on my face, asked what was further in. The attendant definitely looked like a skinhead. Shaved, bald head, with piercings everywhere. Fishnet shirt and leather pants. He appeared to be reading a Harry Potter book, and with a sigh, he stopped reading and flipped over the book. “First time?” he asked with raised eyebrows, looking at me with an appraising glance. “Yeah,” I said, “Just moved in nearby and thought I’d be a good neighbor and check out things.” I flashed a slight smile, fearing my nervousness was showing, to which he warmly returned. “Normally, it's a $10 fee for non-members to enter the theater, but since you’ve never been, it’s on me,” he said, pressing what must be a button to open the door. A buzzing noise came from the door. “Enjoy, buddy,” he said with a somewhat wicked smile. I opened it and walked inside. I immediately was met with a lit stairway down. Walking down I entered a dimly lit hallway. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the red lighting. I walked around, but the halls seemed empty, each door closed. Finally, I found an open door leading to a booth. Stepping inside, I closed the door. Looking around, I noticed a large screen with a bill feeder under it. Sitting down, I pulled out my wallet and grabbed a few dollars and stuffed them in. The TV turned on and started showing a video of two girls making out naked. Looking around the edge of the screen, I finally found the controls and flipped around until I found one of what appeared to be a group of guys fucking in various positions around a tiled room. I sat back and watched, slowly feeling a rise in my pants. After a while, the scene changed to a young guy, looking somewhat similar to myself, with a line of all the guys waiting to take a turn on his ass. One thing stuck out to me, however. Not a single one appeared to be wearing a condom. I felt my cock throb and building up courage, I pulled my pants down and slowly started stroking myself. There I sat, stroking my cock for several minutes, zoning out to the hot video in front of me when I heard a sudden tapping to my right. Startled, I stopped what I was doing and turned to see where the noise was coming from. Sticking out from a crude hole in the wall was a thick, uncut cock, probably about 7 inches long. I gulped and licked my lips watching as it throbbed slightly, a drop of precum slowly forming on the piss slit. Slowly, I reached out and grabbed it, stroking it and myself at the same time. This made the owner groan, slamming hard against the wall. I continued to stroke the guy until a voice with a thick accent called out, muffled by the wall. “Suck me.” This caught me off guard. I let go for a second, starting at the hard piece in front of me. Suddenly, I acted, slowly licking and then taking the cock into my mouth. I ran my lounge along the underside, sucking hard as I pulled off, making the guy groan even louder. After a few minutes of sucking, I felt him pull out. At first, I was upset, wanting to continue to suck him to completion. Until his face appeared at the hole. “Let me suck you,” the face replied, in what sounded to me like a thick Spanish accent. I started his face for a moment. The guy had soft pink lips and a slight mustache. In the blue glow of the tv (now forgotten), I slowly stood up and began to feed him my cock. Damn the guy could suck. His warm wet mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking like a vacuum cleaner. Every time he got to the tip, he would run his tongue into the opening, making me squirm in delight. I felt myself getting closer, and just before getting to the point of no return, he pulled off and stepped away from the glory-hole. “Fuck,” I muttered, looking into the hole and seeing him pull up his pants and walk over to the door before opening it and leaving the booth. Resigned, I went to finish myself off and pull my pants back up and leave, when I heard a knock at the door. “Double fuck,” I said, looking at the screen realizing that the money had run out in the video machine. Most likely the attendant, as I recalled my knowledge of how a video arcade worked. Pulling out my wallet, feeding another few bills on the machine. Hearing another knock, I turned back, pulling my pants back up slightly and opening the door. “Sorry, I just refilled the…” I started to say to the attendant, but instead was greeted with a hot, late 20ish Latino guy, “oh…. um… can I help you…” He pushed his way in, closing the door quickly and immediately locked lips with me. We proceeded to make out, grabbing and stroking each other, my cock still on the edge of release. His breath smelled of smoke, immediately turning me on. Finally, we parted, each gasping for air. I slowly recovered as he licked his lips and quickly asked me something I never expected to hear. “Let me in your hole?” he asked, pulling out a small brown bottle, opening it up and taking a few hits from. I instantly recognized the bottle from my night with Jackson. Poppers. My cock throbbed at the idea of the sensation. He held the bottle out to me as he started stroking his cock. Grabbing the bottle, I took several hits and handed it back to him. “Uh… sure,” I said, starting to feel the rush from the poppers reaching my brain before adding a quick, “As long as you let me do the same.” A quick nod was his only reply was before he turned me around and bent me over. I felt him reach behind himself and realized that he was grabbing lube from the dispenser on the back of the room. I quickly felt him rub some on my hole and then looked back to see him rubbing it on himself. “Wait…” I said, looking back at his cock, “You got a condom?” He shook his head no, before replying. “Most guys here don’t want them, so I never bring them. You got one?” I already knew I didn’t have one. I was torn. I wanted sex. Bad. But I had already learned the hard way about taking a bare cock. Hormones raging through my bloodstream, my brain fought to think logically, failing at the ebb of poppers in my mind. Finally, my mind came up with an answer as I asked, “You clean?” “Sure” he replied with a slight shrug, and with that, I bent over. Slowly, I felt him press his cock against my hole as I took a deep breath in. END OF PART 3

CHAPTER 11: Dad: The next day I wake up with a headache and a cough. Cod is lying naked beside me and I want him so bad, I begin kissing his neck and rubbing my cock in the crack of his ass. “Don’t start something you aren’t going to finish”, he said. He turned over and looked at me, hungry, we were both still groggy but we were making out the way lovers do. We backed away from each other lips slightly, eyes locked on one another, and then it happened… I coughed and hacked all over Cod. Yuck. “Sorry about that baby boy, I think your Dad caught a cold”, I said as I sniffled. I remember Sam saying something about I might get the flu, or something something, but at this moment no part of me thought this was more than just a pesky cold. I coughed again, a little harder. “Dad that sounds kinda bad, maybe you should stay home from work and rest”, “Yeah… I think so, too”, I said. I called into work, often I worked from home anyways but sometimes I went to the office, I told them I had the flu so they wouldn’t bother me. Sam texted an hour later, “Ready for tonight?”, “I think I’ve got a cold or something… not sure, let you know a little later”, I replied. I got up after a while and had some juice, my throat seemed sore and I was warm, I decided to lay down – if this was a cold or the Flu I didn’t want to give it to Cod. I went back to bed, woozy, and slept. I woke up a few hours later and texted Sam, “Can’t do tonight.. ugh, feeling bad”. “k.. too bad, I’ll post-pone your surprise… rest”. Before I can get back to sleep my phone is buzzing again -- I thought, “Why won’t Sam let me sleep?”, I had texts from Jake and Chris both. It was fairly normal stuff both asking what’s up and wanting to know when I wanted to get together. I didn’t want to tell either of them I felt bad, I lied, I said the weekend was busy with work and stuff around the house that had to be done and maybe we can do something the coming week. Jake replied that tonight was bad anyways since he was visiting friends and Chris just said “ok”, I hope neither one was disappointed, I really wanted to see each one of them again and get naked. I laid back down; the phone buzzed again. It was Jake. “Friend can’t do tonight, something came up, wish we could get together”, “Me too”, I said, “I’ll text as soon as I’m free”. I fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling worse, dehydrated, hot, I got up and got some water and went back to bed. The rest of the weekend I felt worse than I have in a while, I had a headache, a fever and my throat was sore – this had to be Flu. Cod: Things around the house sucked, Dad’s sick, and I need cock; I almost felt guilty thinking it. I knew it had only been days, but it seemed like forever since he fucked me, I wasn’t happy. Dad’s sleeping all day for the most part every day. I texted Sam, and Adam, I didn’t want to seem desperate but I wanted cum in my ass; I was horny and I wanted it now. Sam is so hot, “Come over”, is all his text says, “k.. 15 minutes”, I check on Dad, asleep, so I dress and head out to Sam’s house. Just like last time he left the back door unlocked, even though he didn’t say it, I let myself in, got naked and was waiting for him on all fours. “Damn, Cody, you know how I like it. MMMM its great to see that hot ass again.”, “You too”, I felt his hands on my ass cheeks and then that warm, wet sensation, his tongue on my hole. “mmmmmm… “ is all I can manage. “Your ass is so hot Cody”, as his tongue is going up and down my crack, he slowed the licking, and I feel his tongue pressing at my back door... pressure and Sam’s tongue is inside me. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh… fuckkk… fuck… Sam… oh godddddd…. So good”, it felt incredible. Sam didn’t stop to reply, as I kept groaning and begging, he just keeps forcing that hot tongue of his into me. Sam’s tongue in my ass has me hornier than normal, “Ohhhhh godddd… Sam, please … ohh fuck… fuck me Sam… please, please… please breed me”, his tongue pops out of my ass for the first time, in what is likely just a few minutes, but seems a lot longer, “Ohhh yeah… boy…., you ready for this poz cock?”. He goes back to eating my hole, “Yes”, is all I can manage, “Yes, what”. “I want your cock… I want your poz cock Sam”, his tongue making me crazy and begging. “Turn over”, he says, his voice commanding but not rude. I obey. I roll over and my legs, as if connected to an automatic switch, immediately raise up exposing my wet hole to him. I feel vulnerable, horny, sex starved and I need his cock bad. Sam looks down at me, that devilish grin again. He doesn’t say a word, he just keeps his eyes locked on mine. He places his hands on the back of my legs to raise them more and they go right in their intended place, on his shoulders, I feel Sam’s cock. Sam is rubbing my hole, it’s already wet, and he’s rubbing his cock head against me. I thought, “I didn’t seem him use lube”, and then I realize, the head of his bare cock is pressing against me – he’s using his precum and spit as lube. He leans over me, his cock head pressing against my tight hole, he has a determined look, and puts his hand over my mouth. “That’s it boy. You’re taking that raw cock… Nice and slowww… “, his cock is sliding into me, “oohhhhh... ohhhhh.. “, it hurts a little but not bad. He looks at me as if to say, “Stop?”, I need this, I can’t say anything with his hand over my mouth, I shake my head. “You need this.. don’t you boy”, as he keeps pushing into me, I can only nod. “A little more… that’s it.. ohhhhh fuck, such a nice tight hole you got Cody”, he moves his hand, “uhhhhhhh… oh fuckkk… oh fuck that’s good”, it hurts but I need cock inside me. “Feel that … feel that.. that’s my nuts against your ass --- you got an hiv+ man’s entire bare dick inside”, he leans forward a little more, putting his weight on me. We started making out, fuck I really want my Dad’s cock to breed me, but right now Sam’s big cock is doing a great job standing in for him and FUCK he’s bigger than my Dad. We’re making out as Sam fucks me, back and forth, long strokes, then quick jabs… our breathing getting intense. “Ohhh fuckk Cody.. fuck.. feels so good… ohhhh yeah”, “Yeahh… I need it”, is all I could say. Finding my depravity, “FUCK.. FUCK.. I want Sam.. I want it.. breed me Sam… “, the harder he fucks me the more nasty I get, “BREED MY ASS! FUCK YEAH! SEED ME DEEP SAM!”. Sam grins down at me again, his eyes squinting, he’s really passionate and he’s really into breeding my butt. I love his intensity, how into he gets, this is only the second time but it feels so right with him. I started to think, I wonder if he fucks my Dad with this kind of urgency? “ohhhhhh fuck.. ohhhhh fuck… Breed my hole”, “Yeahh.. yeah…. boy “, his breathing is heavy and he can barely speak, I can feel and smell his sweat, “You’re getting’ it boy… gonna give it to you”, there it was again, that pause when he says “IT”; I guess that’s where my Dad got that up. I don’t know… but I’m feeling so good, I repeat it back, “Yeah… Sam. Give. IT. To. Me.”. Big smile from him that time, his eyes are closed and he’s rocking back and forth in a steady fucking motion as he uses my ass. I know he’s about to unload in my ass, and I know he’s poz, and I’m still going to let him like Todd and Adam did. The rational part of me isn’t even thinking if its risky, it knows it is, but right now all I want is this man’s seed in me. “You ready Cody? You want another load of poz cum.. you want me to dump this in you? You better tell me.”, I nod, I’m groaning, “Yeah Sam… yeah… I want it. Breed me”. “Yeah.. its cummming… oh fuck… fuck… CUMMMing”, and Sam holds still as his cock squirts deep in my ass. “Uhhh.. uhhh….. oh yeah, you’re getting it boy.. you’re getting all of my poz cum”, “Oh fuck yeah.. fuck ye…”. At this point it doesn’t matter if Sam is poz, the deed is done, all I wanted is his cum in my ass and Sam just gave it to me. As the week progressed, I hit Sam up two more times, in the afternoons. I went by Adam’s place almost every night, except Wednesday when I snuck him over and we fucked on the couch in the living room. I didn’t mention that my Dad’s sick in the other room with the Flu. My Dad might not be fucking me right now but my ass is getting used and loaded with enough cum to keep me from thinking about it too much. Dad: I missed almost an entire week of work. I felt rough. Cod stayed around the house, keeping an eye on me, bringing me fluids, taking my temperature, but sleeping in the other bedroom. Almost 7 days into this mess and I feel a little better. I had lost track of work, Cod, Sam, my friends and I realized I hadn’t texted Jake, Chris or anyone. I wasn’t 100% but I had to get moving and going again. I texted Sam. Thursday afternoon, “Hey sexy.. sorry haven’t been in touch, flu sucks, feeling better, get together soon”, his only reply, “Did you cum?”. Weird. “Uhmmm.. no, I’ve felt like hell”, “Give me a few minutes”, is his only reply, “Ok”. What is he doing I wondered? I decided I’d text Jake and Chris too and fess up about the flu, hopefully one or both of them will forgive me for not staying in touch since that first meeting. Jake replied, “Sorry to hear that, glad you’re better, can do something this weekend?”, “Yeah sure”, then another text from Jake, “Friend texted literally just now, I got plans tomm. night, maybe Sat.”, Chris’ reply to my text is more to the point, “Wanna fuck?”, I get hard, “Yes.. but only bb, you?”. “Hot”, his only reply. Almost immediately, Sam texts again, “We’re g2g, don’t jo, be over my house tomm. night about 8”, “Yes Sir ”, I reply; there goes my time with Cod I think. It seemed like things were getting back to normal, I had to check in on Cod, make sure we’re good. I find Cod watching TV, “Feeling better?”, he grabs me in a hug, “No kissing yet.. I might still be contagious”, he seems alright but says, “Cool. As soon as you’re over this… I need…..”, his voice trailing off with him rubbing my cock through my shorts. I might not be completely over this crap but I always get hard as a rock thinking about fucking my boy. Cod grins at me .. in some ways he really reminds me of Sam, after Sam’s surprise, my first goal is to fuck and breed my son. Cod: I wake up the next morning in the other bedroom again, Dad is still too worried he’s contagious, my cock is hard as rock; “FUCK! I need attention”, I think. I text Sam, “Breed me?”, instead of his usual “Come over”, I get, “I wish.. busy today, maybe tomm.?”, “Cool”, I reply, that sucks. I text Adam. “Yeah later”, and fuck, I’m 0 for 2. My two favorite fuck buds and neither one can help a boy out. I decide to get up and clean around the house, maybe I can find some fun on BBRT later. I stay around the house cleaning and planning dinner, I never got back to BBRT and my balls know it – they are aching for release. As it gets close to 8pm, I decide, “Fuck it… I’m rape my Dad’s ass”, before I can move he’s headed towards me dressed, “Gotta go out for a bit, back later”, he isn’t usually so vague, “ok.’, is all I say. He left. “FUCK”, I think, “Now what?”. I text Adam, again, “Come over?”, “Yeah.. I can”, “Good. Want you to fuck me until you dump a huge load of your POZ cum in my ass.”, I’m so horny. “OH yeah? You’re dirty.. you know you might end up poz if we keep having sex”, “Don’t care.. I need cock”, “Cool.. gimme 10 minutes”. I can’t wait, Dad might be out having fun, but I’m definitely going to have mine, too. Dad: I get to Sam’s house and let myself in as usual… weird it’s darker than normal, most of the lights are off. I decide to get naked in the living room before heading to his bedroom, what surprise did he have in mind? Did he buy a sling? Get some new lube? A toy? Shoes off. Shirt off. Pants off. I’m almost naked when Sam creeps up on me… “…was hoping that you”, he grins. We kiss, “So what’s this surprise?”, “Put your phone on silent and leave everything in here”, seemed kinda weird even for Sam, but I do as he asks. “Tell me”, “Shhhhhh… “, is all he says, “Follow me”, and he grabs my hand leading me down the hall towards his bedroom. All the lights are off, I can hardly see except for a small lamp with one of those mult-color bulbs on a dimmer. When we get to Sam’s bedroom, Sam had a devious grin on his face, on the bed is a younger guy completely naked, ass up, face down; Sam has a camera setup behind the boy. Sam bends down, licking the boy’s ass, the boy moans, “You like that boy?”, “Yes…. sir.” is all he says, I feel like I know the voice but he’s speaking into the duvet so I’m not completely sure. Sam moves up and looks at me, speaking quietly, “He wants it bad”, then to the boy, “You want this boy?”, again, “yes… sir”. Sam more demanding, “Tell us what you want boy… tell my friend exactly what you want!”, “Poz cock.. sir!”, he blurts out, this time he moves his head so we it can be heard clearly, “I want your poz cock and cum inside me!”. I know the voice, I just can’t place it. Sam looks at me with his patented devious grin and his eyebrows raised, “He wants it bad Mark… he’s chasing, and wants to go poz”. I look back at his ass, I’m rock hard, where do I know his voice? “What do you say we help him out?”, Sam asks, I groan a bit, “I don’t know if I’m poz yet”, trying not let the boy hear me. Sam leans over to my ear, quietly, “It’s cool Mark, he doesn’t know that… besides, I think someone just had fuck flu.”, he raises his eyebrow at me again. I thought about it. Holy shit! Sam was right I thought, “This really might be fuck flu I’ve been suffering with all week”, he can see me thinking, he smiles “You’re probably your most toxic right now babe”. A devilish grin comes over my face as I look at Sam. “Let’s poz him then…”.

CHAPTER 6: Cod: I woke up cuddling next to my Dad naked and asleep but with a very hard cock. My ass was just a little sore from him fucking me yesterday but I was determined to take his cum on a regular basis like we used to do before college. Grabbing the bottle of lube I slicked up my hole a little – no reason to waste that erection he’s got going, I thought. I slowly guided his cock to my hole and with just a little effort it slipped right in; I was surprised at how much it didn’t hurt. I sat there a few seconds getting used to the head before slowing easing more of it into me, then I felt it, his hairy nuts touching my ass. I was in love. Dad moved a little but didn’t seem to wake up, one of his arms around my chest holding me close; then I felt it, he started to fuck me. Dad: Waking up I realized my boy was cuddled up really close and it felt so great, then I realized my cock was all the way in his ass --- did I do that in my sleep? I was groggy but I didn’t care, I had a major piss hard-on and I was inside my son’s tight ass, if he wants it he’s going to get it. I knew I couldn’t load my boy with cum with this piss boner. I laid like that for a few minutes trying to relax my bladder there on top of him, he grabbed my hand bringing it to his mouth, kissing it, I guess he knew I was awake. "Hey sexy boy," I said. "I’ve really got to piss. I don't wanna get up; think you can take it?" He pushed his ass back against me and pulled me closer, answering my question with one quick motion. I was relaxed now and felt like I could piss at any moment. I kissed his neck softly while we both waited for my stream to start. Cod: I love being this close to my Dad and I love our sex, the idea of him pissing inside me is almost too much but it turns me on because its him and he wants it; whatever he wants, I always want. He gives a soft grunt `uhh', and I felt the liquid travel up from the base of his cock, out the end, and deep inside my ass. His stream felt strong, and it felt like he was pissing as hard as he could. Having never done this, it seemed like an odd sensation; warm, and incredibly hot. I felt my cock harden more than it already was. There was a distinct sense of him filling me, knowing he was emptying his bladder into me, he groaned, I really think he was getting off on using me as his toilet. He sighed and then relaxed again, and I could feel the relief he felt at releasing himself in me. "Oh yeah," he said. "I'm draining my piss into you baby boy. You gonna take it all for me? You want your old man’s piss?" If he wanted to give it to me, I wanted it. All I could do is moan a “yes”, he groaned again. I felt his stream slowing, then just a dribble. Finally, he was finished and he just held it inside of me, but then he slowly pulled out, I felt really full even with his cock gone. He collapsed on his back on the bed, arms behind his head, airing out his sweaty pits. I got up carefully and went to the bathroom to unload his piss and hurried back, if he think he’s getting out of that bed without breeding me well he should think again, I thought. I climb on top of him between his legs, his wet cock throbbing ready like a spear for my used hole. I leaned back and felt the head against my hole, we stared into each other eyes and then he nudged in just a little. "I am so fucking turned on right now baby boy I could ram this right up into you but you need to take control, I don't want to go too fast," he said, his voice almost an octave lower than usual. I was used to having Todd’s bare cock in my ass there was no way he could go too fast for me. I needed him badly, I pushed back and let his cock slide almost all the way in with one motion. He had opened me up so well there was no discomfort and the angle brushed him right past my prostate; knowing it was my Dad’s cock made it that much hotter. "OH FUCK!" he yelled out, grabbing my hips and holding me in place. "Stop moving...shit...if you move so much as an inch I'm gonna breed you again Cod! So fucking hot...fuck I love you!" "I want it Dad, I need the cock and cum that made me!" He moaned ... I couldn't tell if it was from the sensation of his dick in my ass, or me trying to milk his cock. All I can really tell was that he was breathing heavy like we hadn’t fucked the night before ... I guess he just needed a moment to come back from the edge. "Oh baby boy ... you just don't know, you have no earthly idea...so fucking tight...so fucking hot inside, you need Daddy’s cum" he whispered. I felt him start to move, just a little bit at first, then a little more. He was slowly fucking himself into me deeper and deeper. Suddenly I could feel a slight tickle at my butt and I knew his hairy pubes were brushing against me. That sensation was quickly followed by the feeling of his balls nudging against mine. He was all the way in. He stopped and I leaned over to kiss him. "The things you do to me boy. I have never been this horny.", “Me too Dad, I want your cum so bad – breed my ass!” He started to pull out and got just far enough to rub the fat head of his cock against my prostate before sliding in again. I shuddered and moaned, and he moaned with me. "Yeah, my son is taking care of me and I’m going to take care of him – give him what he wants and needs," he whispered into my ear. I took that moment to push back and then squeeze down on his cock as he released. "Oh, is that how you want it boy? Well, fuck, we can accommodate that with no problem," he said, pulling almost all the way out then shoving himself back in so hard I started to lose my balance on my knees. He grabbed me around the waist and held me close. "Uh, uh, nope, you’re not going anywhere with that hot hole of yours boy, Daddy is lovin’ the way it's wrapped around my shaft and I ain't givin it up ‘til it gets what it needs!" He started to fuck me in earnest, pulling almost the whole way out then thrusting back in. His hairy balls were hitting my balls like we were playing doubles billiards or something. I was getting really close and I had to warn him. "I'm close Dad… I’m gonna cum!" "Right behind ya boy," he moaned, then he started to stroke me in time with his thrusts, and I hit the wall. "Dad...I can't...too much...I'm gonna cum!" I felt the cum shooting out of me as he continued to stroke me, then he froze and yelled `FUCK!' and I could feel his cock pulsing inside my rectum. I knew he was unloading and I wish I could feel the cum like he could feel mine. He had stopped stroking me and just wrapped himself around me, slowly pulling me down and to our sides onto the bed. We lay there, trying to catch our breath, his one arm still wrapped around me and the other rubbing my cum from his hand onto my belly. After a few minutes he sighed. "Cod, that was so fucking hot, I love breeding your ass… I’m sorry its been a while, but I’m definitely going to give you what you want." I'm sure my grin would have split my face wide open if that was physically possible. It's like he was reading my mind! "Aw Dad, you know I love you, so much, and the fact that you and I can express it like this means everything to me!" Dad: Fucking Cod was so much hotter now than I can ever remember, and knowing I might be fucking him full of poz cum makes my cock hard. We need to find out though, we needed to know if either one of us, or both, were hiv-positive or negative. I decided to make an appointment for the coming Tuesday. Part of me is kinda scared or knowing and part of me hopes one or both of us get a positive test result; Sam has been fucking a lot of unmedicated poz cum into me lately and I know it will happen. I knew I needed to find a way to talk to Cod about hiv and getting tested would give me the way to bring it up and find out his thoughts on it. I thought about it a few more minutes that Sunday evening, maybe I’d make the appointment only for myself and make Cod’s appointment separately.