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~Thanks for all your kind words, men, I'm glad so many of you liked Chapter I. Here now is Chapter II: The Ten: Chapter II by @Vancrawman **This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter II: First Quarry I woke up that morning still super excited and with my cock straining for attention, my mutual recharge fuckfest with Keith did nothing to dampen my horniness. I had heard that once infected, the virus demands to replicate so you get super horned up all the time, but still I resolved to hold off until I got my bio tat later that day at Eric’s studio. I checked my phone and saw several text messages. Apparently, my late night tweet announcing my level-up to POZ status was making the rounds of poz twitter and got back to several of my friends who knew of my quest: “Hey, buddy, great job, congrats! You gonna spread it around now?” “OMG, welcome to the Class of 2022, brother! Go forth and propagate!” “Super excited for you, man! It’s what you wanted and you went out and got it – and had a lot of fun along the way! So PROUD of you!” I also checked twitter and there were a lot of DMs from supposed chasers, but most of them I knew from previous interactions to be kind of flaky. Let’s see, I thought, if my change in status would get some of them to commit. Finally, another text came through – it was from a young twitter bud Caleb who was also on the chase for the upgrade to poz. We sexted back and forth a few times over the years. His profile says he’s 22 and from his pics, he’s got a great ass that has been after toxic loads for a year with no positive result: “I will fly over to you from Miami to get that toxic seed of yours, brother, just say when!” I sent some thank you texts and to Caleb, I got especially hot thinking about bugging up his sweet hole: “You make your plans, boy, and I’ll be glad to get you into the brotherhood if I can. I’m pretty toxic right now, so get on that plane!” Finally, I got out of bed, and got on with my day, not thinking more about Caleb’s text. Chasers make a lot of plans they never go through with…I know, I was a chaser myself. On this day, I planned on only working a half-day and it was all I could do to concentrate even a little on work, but eventually the time came to stop work and get marked as the toxic breeder I now was. I settled into Eric’s chair for the tattoo I had been dreaming of for years, but which I didn’t want to get until it really meant what it represented: A biohazard symbol, stylized a bit with some curves at the end of the tendrils and some shading and coloring in it, and a little blood red drop in the middle – marking me as a poz man ready to share the gift. Eric had greeted me with a warm kiss and long hug. “Congrats, brother!” How do you feel about the upgrade to poz?” “I’m so happy to finally get there, Eric, and you were a big part of breaking down that initial resistance, mate! When I came in here on that hot August day two years ago, and you were stripped down to the waist with that beautiful scorpion pointing downward to your sweet poz stick, it really help me decide to begin the chase! So you’re a big part of why I’m here today, my friend, even if it wasn’t your strain that got me over the line!” “Hey, not for lack of trying, buddy, but now we can recharge each other!” “Looking forward to that, stud” I said, “grabbing my cock in my pants which was by then fully hard. But first, mark me, man, I need to get branded now as a poz gifter!” “Let me get comfortable,” and with that, Eric strips off his shirt to reveal his well-tattooed chest with the beautiful Scorpion pointing down to his thick cock bulging in his jeans. Next to it was “XX,” meaning he was well ahead of me on this particular pozzing path. Ever since I consulted him about tattoo design two years ago, Eric has been telling me about The Ten, as they called themselves, I was desperate to poz up and join their special brotherhood. Each member must be poz-toxic and they each pledge to convert at least 10 willing chasers. Therefore, each X represents 10 guys he’s pozzed. Every time they get 10 confirmed hits, they get another X inked next to their biohazard or scorpion tat. When I first met Eric, he had only one X to mark his progress. “Eric, every time I look at that tat and the XX, I get so fucking turned on!” What must it feel like to have knocked up 20 guys?” I’m so fucking jealous and pissed that I started this so late!” “Hey man, don’t be that way, everyone gets there in their own time. I spent years on meds after I got pozzed, and even then I was so afraid of it I barely had any sex for years, until I got finally realized my destiny. We chasers and gifters all take different paths to the same place…what matters is that we get there.” “And that’s only 20 that I know about! And by the way, I’m nearer to my third X so soon there’ll be an addition right here, “ he says, pointing to an empty spot next to the two XXs. Got a couple of chasers I’ve been exclusively bugging up from the last month waiting on their fuck flu and for positive results, and then I’ll hit 30 if they come out right!” “Now sit back and relax and let’s get this tat on you to mark you for the poz predator you are!” As he worked on the biohazard tattoo now forming on my abdominals, we reminisced about how Eric bred me several times aiming to poz me, and although it ultimately wasn’t his strain that infected me, Eric and I sure had a good time trying; he pozbred me a few times, and when Eric went out of town for awhile, he recommended the hot nurse Keith to try and infect me. I gave him exclusive pozzing rights to my hole and Keith started his gifting sessions, and after some hot fucks over several weeks, some toothbrushing, and lots of toxic Keith seed, I knew it had finally happened 3 weeks later when the fuck flu hit – hard. Coming out of my reverie, I looked down at the progress and I was stunned to see so much of it filled in already, I was only barely aware of the needle inking me, marking me for life as a member of the poz club. He was about 90% done with the tat now…I had been there for 3 hours without realizing how the time was flying. “How was your fuck flu, brother?” Eric inquired. “It was rough for a few days but I was so excited and turned on by it, I knew it was finally happening, I couldn’t stop jerking off. Keith toothbrushed me hard then threw some powerful pozfucks into my hole, so I was so happy and relieved when the fuck flu hit. It’s our Rite of Passage!” “Fuck yeah,” Eric agreed. “Last night, after I left the doctor’s office, I saw some little twink of about 20 years old in the parking lot and all I wanted was to pin him down breed him with my bugs! Every guy I see is a target, my first quarry to join the poz brotherhood. I ended up with Keith doing some mutual recharging, after we had some champagne to toast my upgrade.” “You definitely see the world and the men in it in a different light, my friend,” Eric was finishing up, wiping the bloody area on my abs that now marked me for life and covering it with some moisturizer and clingy plastic film. He took a drop of my blood with his index finger and brought it up to my mouth to taste, then deeply kissed me. “OK, you know the drill with new tats, Randy,” keep it clean and dry and I can touch it up in a couple of weeks. Now get over here and breed my hole with that fresh poz seed!” With that, Eric pulled down his pants, bent over the tattoo chair and exposed his hot hairy hole to me. I knelt down to taste the passage before breeding it,and found some cum in there already. “Yeah, stopped off at the glory holes for a couple of loads this morning. Don’t know if they were toxic or not. I bred a couple holes, too, gave them both a little gift! – they don’t ask, I don’t tell!” At that, I stood up and plunged my hard poz weapon right into Eric’s bugged-up hole. “Yeah, fuck that fresh HIV into my fuckin hole, stud,” Eric encouraged. From all the poz chat while he was branding me as a POZ gifter with his needle, and now fucking Eric’s sweet pre-loaded hole, it didn’t take long for another load of fresh poz seed to burst forth down Eric’s passage. “Recharge me with that poison, stud!” he egged me on as I made my toxic deposit up my friend’s hole. All I could think was how my toxic cum was infiltrating his system, charging him up with my fresh strain, mixing with the bugs already in him to create a new, ever so different version of itself. We stayed like that for a few minutes, making sure every dirty drop of poz was delivered into Eric’s gaping manhole. Finally, we had collected ourselves and got dressed, Eric popped in a small Lucite buttplug to ensure absorption of the prize. It was then that Eric proposed a first victim for my new gifts. “Hey, Randy, I’ve got a guy coming in a few minutes for a tat, he wants just a simple Celtic thing, not any poz tattoo – at least not yet. I think he’d be perfect for conversion, I know from following his twitter that poz turns him on, but I don’t know for sure if he’s a real chaser or if he’s on PrEP…I was gonna try to knock him up but I’ll let you have this one if you want to wait around now for him, take a look at him, and let me know, I can introduce him to you.” And with that perfect timing, the potential first neg hole to get my infectious gift walked through the front door. “Hey, Eric,” he waved over to the tattoo artist. “Justin, meet my buddy Randy…He just got this new tat,” Eric replied, pointing to the wrapped up, but still visible, biohazard tattoo on my stomach. “Wow, I love it! Does that mean what I think it means?” Justin peered inquisitively at my new ink with its blood red center droplet. “Damn right. You want it? It could change your life” “Fuck yeah, I want it, man!” Justin brushed his hand gently over the biohazard. “You on PrEP? Cuz I don’t want to waste the gift if your PrEPPED up,” I cautioned. Justin, who looks about 25, sandy hair and a tight little body in his tank top and shorts, just looks up at me and says “Nope, I stopped PrEP about a month ago, I’m ready to accept my fate. Just tell me when and where, stud, I’ll take what you’ve got.” And with that, my first poz-gifting session was set up for the next night. I stopped at the drugstore on the way home and bought some new toothbrushes.

Part 23: The Ultimate Gift (Dominic's Perspective) December 2008 I’ve always had mixed feelings when it comes to Christmas. Call me a Grinch-in-training or a Scrooge-yet-to-come all you like, but I have my reasons for feeling so mixed. My family life growing up wasn’t the best, so family time was unwanted most times. Money was tight, meaning we didn’t get a ton of gifts. Once I was off on my own, I found the holidays left me feeling lonely. That brought me to the only thing I like about the holidays: desperate men needing a hard fuck. I discovered quickly that married men who were tired of shopping for gifts for their kids or couldn’t stand to be around their wives for another second were willing holes, and my cock was only too happy to help them get into the spirit. They seemed to be able to get their frustrations out with each hard thrust I made into their asses, opening them up, pounding their prostates into oblivion; these men wanted some pain, and I was willing to give it to them. Don’t believe me? Check the tally marks on my arm. We’d meet at their places while their wives were taking their kids to see the in-laws, giving me plenty of time to desecrate their marital bed and possibly poz their married holes. I even met some of these men while they were shopping, ducking into changing rooms where I filled these married men’s holes with toxic cum. Their wives would be calling into them while I held their mouths closed so they didn’t scream out with each thrust. Once, I met a guy in his car and fucked him while his infant son was in the backseat. Men can be so twisted, especially during the holidays. Still, I tend to avoid shopping malls when the holidays come around. They tend to be too crowded, and I usually grow tired of hearing the same songs over and over again. I never play these songs in my tattoo shop as I never wanted my frustration to come out as I hold a needle to someone’s arm. That’s not the type of damaging injection I like to perform. Still, one year came around when I needed to go to the mall right before Christmas. I’d wanted it to be a quick in and out, but an unforeseen distraction kept me longer than I had intended. As I entered the mall, I saw a long line of families waiting to sit on Santa’s lap. Parents and children were everywhere. I tried my best to move around them, but my large frame made it difficult. As I tried to sneak by the set-up they made, I hit into one of the giant plastic candy canes and knocked it over, startling everyone, including Santa. “Sorry,” I said, helping one of the elves pick it up. I looked up to check on the scene and found Santa staring right at me, a sly smile seen beneath his white beard. I wouldn’t say he was the normal Santa. Yes, he had the white beard, but there was gray within it too, and it wasn’t terribly long. He didn’t look old, at least in his fifties, maybe sixties at a push. I was sure he was wearing fat padding from the way his suit looked. Overall, he was a good-looking Santa. Better than any Santa I’d ever seen. As I analyzed him, his eyes never left me. I backed away, apologizing to everyone around me, but he kept his gaze fixed. I saw in the crowd of watching eyes a few faces of men I’d fucked, and felt the sudden heat of knowing that I was being observed intently. My chest was pounding and my cock started to swell. Fuck, I needed to get away from these families before my dick became noticeable. It’d been a while seen I’d fucked someone, and my hardening dick was confirming this. Maybe one of the hungry daddies in the crowd wanted a second taste. I bought what I needed and started to head out of the mall, noticing that the crowd for Santa had disappeared. Finding one of my married men to fuck had escaped me. My dick was still semi-hard, my balls aching for release. I didn’t want to go one more night with jerking off as my only relief. With the exit in view, the sudden urge to piss hit me. Snow was coming down hard, and I started cursing myself for not getting myself new tires, knowing mine were dangerous. It would take forever to get home, even without the traffic I was sure would be backed up. I felt desperate, and I knew I wouldn’t make it home in time. I found my way down a long hallway to a section of the mall which looked as if it wasn’t often used. The women’s room was out of order, a large sign hanging on the door. The men’s door, while dirty, had no sign. I ran inside and stopped dead. “Fuck.” Santa was standing in front of me, his red pants still on but his coat gone, revealing a hairy chest which showed muscles and a slight gut. His hair was salt-n-peppered with tattoos beneath. I stopped breathing for a second, my cock rising again almost instantly. “Hello,” he said, his smirk from earlier returning. “Hello,” I said, still slightly stunned. “I’m sorry. I was looking for the bathroom.” “You found one,” he said. “To bad it’s out of order.” “There’s no sign,” I said. “Must have fallen off,” he told me. “I’ve been using it to change.” “I see,” I said, my eyes looking over his body. As I took him in, I found myself realizing that I’d one day look much like this man. Our builds were similar, though I was slightly taller. He looked as if he was hairier. He was the type of man I’d imagine in porn, dominating a situation, using his years to show other men how it’s done. Even though I usually dominate during sex, I knew I’d find myself falling under this man’s orders easily. “Is there another bathroom?” I asked. “Only for employees,” he said. “Fuck,” I said, leaning forward a bit, my hand unknowingly moving down to my crotch where I felt as if I was about to burst. I could feel my cock inching down my pants’ leg, showing itself. Now, as I reached down, I was drawing attention to it. “Gotta piss?” he asked, his eyes taking me in, focusing down on my growing bulge. I nodded. “You can still go,” he said. I looked over at the urinal and found it covered by a garbage bag. “Doesn’t look like I can.” “Sure you can,” he said. He stepped toward me, chest pushed out, nipples hard in the cool air. I could smell his sweat, his musk intoxicating. “You made quite the scene earlier.” “It’s hard to get through crowds,” I told him, my body stiff as he grew closer. “You know, men like us.” “Yes,” he said, smiling. “Men like us. Hard.” He kneeled down, his red pants on the dirty bathroom floor. “What are you doing?” I asked, stepping back. He reached out and grabbed my hips, pulling me towards him, his face level with my bulge. He looked up at me. “Should I stop?” I must have shaken my head “no” as he then smiled and grabbed for the button of my jeans and undid it, pulling the zipper down. My bulge stuck out, his thumbs running along the fabric, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. He pressed his nose against my underwear, breathing deeply. “I think I smell dried pre-cum,” he said. “Is it recent?” “Yes,” I told him. “When I saw you earlier.” He smiled. “Now, how about some relief?” he slipped his fingers into my pants and underwear and pulled them down, my hard cock flopping out and standing straight out toward him. “There’s the prize.” He licked his lips. “Sure you can go hard?” “I’m ready to burst,” I said. He nodded and opened his mouth, directing my cock to rest on his tongue. He looked up at me and winked. My piss shot out in a powerful stream, so much rushing out that I thought he was going to choke. As his mouth filled up, he swallowed, never missing a drop. His eyes stared straight into mine as he swallowed me down, my cock inching further into his mouth until his lips swallowed around it. “Don’t stop,” I moaned once my piss ran dry. His hands moved to my ass, squeezing, pulling me closer. My dick slid into his throat, his mouth opening, taking me in until his nose was buried into my pubes. His mouth was warm, his tongue and throat massaging my cock while his one hand moved to my front and grabbed my balls. “You don’t know how much I’ve needed this,” I moaned. My cock slid out of his mouth, pre-cum sticking to his white beard. “It’s my job,” he said. “Santa gives gifts.” He stood up, his sweaty chest pressing against me. “Now, it’s time for you to give me your gift.” I stood still, my heart beating faster. My gift. I looked down and found that my biohazard tattoo was covered by my shirt, but it could have moved when he drank down my piss. Maybe, one of the married men I’d fucked in the past and converted told him? Why would they have done that? It made no sense. Maybe he wanted it. Maybe he was a chaser. I took a step back. “What?” he asked. “Don’t you want to fuck my ass? Don’t you want to shove your monster into my hole?” “Of course,” I told him. “Then do it,” he growled, pushing me up against the door. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. You’ve already filled my mouth and stomach. Now I need you to fill my ass and guts. Come on. Make Santa happy.” He stepped back and took his pants, shoving them down to his ankles, revealing a bulge of his own kept tight in a dirty jockstrap. He turned around, showing his ass covered in gray hair. He reached back and pulled his cheeks, revealing a puckered hole. My cock jumped, a large drop of pre-cum dripping out. I reached out and ran a hand over his crack, my fingers pressing into his hole. “Fuck, you’re tight.” “I’m versatile,” he said. “I’m guessing you top.” “I ONLY top,” I told him. He looked back at me, a huge smile on his face. “Perfect,” he said. “I haven’t found any men worthy to top me for some time. I’ve been topping, but I’ve been looking for a man like you. Not some skinny twink or wannabe top. I need an alpha male to fuck my hole.” He reached back and grabbed my cock, pulling me closer to him. “I need your cock in my hole.” “I only bareback,” I told him. “I don’t play with condoms. Ever.” He smiled, opening his ass wider. “I like my gifts unwrapped.” I grabbed him by his hips and turned him toward the bathroom mirror, both of us catching each other’s eye in the reflection. “I fuck hard.” “Fuck yeah,” he said. “Make me bleed.” “With pleasure,” I said, grabbing my spit-covered cock and shoving it into his hole. As I felt a wave of pleasure ripple through my body, he tensed, my large size threatening to tear his hole in half. “Fuck,” he cried, leaning on the sink’s counter, hands reaching out to the mirror. “You’re bigger than I thought.” “I hear that a lot,” I said, bottoming out. His hole squeezed on my cock, milking me, causing my knees to buckle. I fell forward, pushing my cock even further inside his warm body. He groaned. His naked skin was warm, urging me to feel him more. I pulled off my shirt, both of us now nearly naked. I looked on the sink’s counter and saw his Santa hat. If I’m about to deliver a gift, I thought, I should look the part. I took the hat and put it on, smelling his sweat from a long day’s work. He was intoxicating. I leaned forward, my naked chest pressed against his back, the hair covering our bodies rubbing together. “Fuck,” he said, looking at me in the mirror. “I’ve been a naughty boy, sir.” “How naughty?” I asked, playing along. “Very,” he said. “I’ve fucked so many men.” “How about some of the fathers you saw today?” “A few,” he said. “Me too,” I told him. “You’d be amazed how many find the suit a turn-on.” I looked at myself in the mirror, watching as the hat moved with each thrust. There was something sexy about it. I felt as if I was taking something innocent and damning it, making it dirty. I loved doing that. I was good at it. “I don’t believe in coal,” I told him. “I have other ways of punishing you.” Our breathing was strained, sweat covering our bodies. I could see his face growing red. He was biting down on his arm to stop himself from yelling. I pulled my cock out until only the head remained. I could sense his body easing, but it wasn’t for long. I jammed myself back inside, hitting his prostate. “Fuck,” he moaned, one hand reaching back, grabbing my thigh and pulling me closer. “I’m cumming. Fuck. I’m cumming.” I could feel his body shudder as he unloaded in his jockstrap. The way his muscles moved and the fact that I hadn’t cum in what felt like forever, I found myself on the edge. “Unload your gift in me,” he yelled, his ass pushing back on me. “Do it. Give it all to me. Cum in my pig ass.” “You want it?” “Fuck yeah!” I grabbed his hips and started slamming myself into him, my breathing quick while my heart pounded. “You want this gift?” “I do!” “You want to be my twenty-fifth?” “Absolutely,” he cried, and I knew he didn’t know what I meant. “Fuck,” I said, my fingers digging into his skin. “I’m cumming.” “Do it! Cum in my dirty ass!” “FUCK!” I buried myself as far into his body as I could, erupting inside him, my gift leaving my worn body and spreading into his own. Weak, I fell forward again, resting on him, feeling his beating heart and labored breathing. Fuck, his body was amazing. I could feel his muscles moving beneath me. “From the huge load in my ass,” he said, looking at me in the mirror, “it’s been a while for you.” “I’ve needed this,” I told him, kissing the back of his neck. I pulled out and found traces of blood on my cock. “I think you needed it too.” “My hole always needs a strong man’s cock inside it,” he said. He straightened up and turned to me, our naked bodies facing each other for the first time. He looked me over, noticing my tattoos. His eyes traveled down and rested on my biohazard tattoo. He smiled. “When you said you were delivering a gift, you really meant it.” I waited for his reaction, waiting for him to attack me or something, but he didn’t. Instead, he stepped forward, grabbed my shoulders, and brought me up against him. He leaned closer and kissed me. I could still taste my piss on his tongue. “Happy with my gift?” I asked him. “We’ll see,” he said. He took his hat and pressed it against his nose, breathing in our scent. “I think you need one of your own.” He slipped his hat on and then slipped his jockstrap off. I could see his fresh cum collected in the pouch, soaking in the fabric. “Take this,” he said, giving me the dirty jock. I took it, eyeing the cum. “Thanks.” I tilted the pouch, pouring the cum into my mouth. He tasted great. There was a heavy odor clinging to the fabric. It was intoxicating. “I’m Nick,” he said. “Saint Nick?” I asked, raising a brow. “You know there isn’t anything saintly about me,” he said, pulling his pants off completely. “That was fun. We should do it again.” “Definitely,” I said. I gave him my number, slipping his jockstrap into the bag in which my purchase waited. “I better be going. Bad weather coming.” “Be safe out there,” he said. “But not that kind of safe.” “Never,” I told him. ** Four Weeks Later: I sat in my tattoo shop, watching as the snow was falling. I was readying myself for my next client when I heard a familiar voice. “How’s my favorite Santa?” I looked up and saw Nick standing in front of me, smiling. I almost didn’t recognize him in jeans and a coat that wasn’t red. He was still sexy, even more so than before. There was something in the way he was carrying himself that showed true confidence. “What are you doing here?” I asked, giving him a hug, his hand reaching down and grabbing my ass. “The holiday rush is over,” he said. "So, no more Santa?" "Unless you want him back," he told me. "I think I'm excited to see regular Nick here," I told him. I leaned in close and whispered, "I'm wearing the jock you gave me." "Fucking how," he said. “ Since Christmas is done, I’m freer now.” “Ready for another round?” I asked him. “Absolutely,” he said. “First, however, I need a new tattoo from you.” “What of?” I asked. He looked at me and smiled. “I think you know.” I smiled back. It looked like I was getting my twenty-fifth tattoo and he one that proved I was the best gift giver he'd ever met. _________________________________________________________________________________________________ This was a bit longer than I expected. Hope you liked it. I thought something fitting the holiday would be a nice change of pace. This gives you a glimpse into who Domonic was as he grew in his dominant nature. I have no plans to bring NIck into the current narrative, but I might. I don't want to overcrowd the story. Enjoy.

Usually after I cum, my dick goes soft and I just want to chill, but despite unloading I was still so horny. My dick was hard, and I wanted more dick, We continued to kiss tasting my cum and his ass and then I made way down to his cock. He was hard and my goal was to get him more aroused and as wet as possible. Soon I rolled on my back and raised my legs above my head exposing my hole. He dove in with his tongue adding his saliva to the two loads already in me. He hit the poppers and shotgunned them to me with a wonderfully sensuous kiss. When he pulled back, I marveled at his big man cock sprouting from his boy body. I told him I wanted to feel him inside me and share his babies like I shared mine. Without any pause he slid right inside me. My hole was wet and sloppy but a little sore from the previous fucks but the fullness of having him inside me was overwhelming. As he fucked some of the fluids were being pulled out of my ass. I could feel them leaking down my balls and into the sheets. He fucked me on my back for a few minutes and then told me to get on my knees. I rolled over and took him doggie. Here's a 50-year-old guy submitting to a BBC from a 20-year-old boy...god was I turned on. He fucked me mercilessly with no break and my ass was starting to feel sore. I hit the poppers more to blunt the stinging in my hole and just savored his dick. He pulled out again and told me to suck his dick. As before I could taste semen, the muskiness of my ass, but now there was a new taste, somewhat metallic......fuck, my ass walls were breached. He then had me get on my back with my ass at the edge of the bed and entered me as he stood on the floor. We both hit poppers, kissed ravenously as he pounded. His breathing got deeper his pace got quicker and his penis went deeper as I started to feel him pulsate, He literally fell on me with his weight forcing his dick deeper as he unloaded, We kissed as he softened and pulled out. My ass was oozing, and he scooped some of that ooze with his fingers to feed me. Thats when I noticed it wasn't the typical pearl white fluid im used to seeing but it had a pink tinge. I licked his fingers dry but saved a little to share with him. To be continued

It was after midnight and I laid in bed thinking about this past evening. My ass was a little sore but I felt full....no doubt still filled with semen. I fell asleep and slept soundly until about 6AM. When I woke up the room was permeated by the scent of sex, My sheets were stained with fluids from the night before and there was a large pink wet spot where I was lying during the night. My ass was stll wet and I had morning wood that kept growing as I reminisced about the previous evening. I had such mixed emotions about last night. The sex was so hot, so passionate but was I ready to be pozzed. My erection didn't dimmish though and I needed to release again. I squeezed the marinated fluids left in my ass. OMG, the scent of cum and ass juices. I had to taste some and then used the rest to coat my hard dick. I began stroking. thinking about those three dicks inside me. What were the chances my conversion was underway? How toxic was the man who fucked me? Did the two other men hasten the pozzing by abrading my ass walls ? Within a minute I began shooting another huge load. The next few weeks were busy and really had no sex, then one morning I woke up not feeling well. I got up went to work and during the day I could feel I had a fever. When I got home I had a temp of 104, achy and all night woke up with night sweats. It was winter so maybe I just had the flu. I was sick for about 4 days and began to feel better. I rationalized I was OK and didn't think about it. 2 weeks later I decided to test myself and those two lines appeared It was official. I was a bit shocked but after it settled in I was OK. I was liberated. No need to think about it The next week, the second guy that fucked me and was so turned on by the fact that I had poz cum in messaged me on grindr. He mentioned how hot our encounter was and asked if I converted. I told him I did. He was so excited and begged me to fuck him as he was now chasing. We met up that night and now we are fucking frequently......

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** THE TEN by @Vancrawman Chapter 1: Results The doctor looked up from the papers showing my lab results. He had a serious look on his face as he started reading them, at first all the usual tests – cholesterol levels, Vitamin D levels, and on and on, until he came to the one at which he paused – his index finger marking the spot on the page that he was slowly working up to explaining. “I'm sorry to have to tell you this, Randy, but your HIV test is positive,” he finally uttered these words in a sympathetic voice, searching with his eyes for a reaction from me. “OK,” I remarked, that's not totally a surprise, I figured it was bound to happen sooner or later,” was my response, which, while technically true, also totally ignored the fact that I had actively chased the bug for well over a year. (But I wasn't going to tell him that – would he understand bug chasers, anyway?) He was a young, gay doctor who was recommended to me after the older guy had retired. I knew he had grown up way after the sad days of HIV and as he began recounting all the ways for us to manage the infection, I was already forming an alternate plan in my mind – actually, it had always been part of the plan and now the first stage – my pozzing – was accomplished! There was no way I was going to tell him about ‘The Ten.’ Inside, I was so thrilled at this news, but I didn't want to disappoint this young doctor by telling him I wasn't going to be taking his meds – at least not for some time. So, I listened politely, nodding now and then, adding an “OK,” or a “Yes, I see” to the conversation. So, we'll start you right away on Maxalifam, which will lower your viral load down to undetectable levels. I’ll send the Rx to your pharmacy now,” he said, tapping into the laptop to send the medication request. “What is my viral load now, based on the blood test?,” I asked him, anticipating the level of my detectability, and wondering for a split-second if he detected worry or excitement in the way I formed the question. “Well, Randy, post-infection, viral load spikes. Yours right now is of 1.4 million, which means you should refrain from any condomless sex since you're very detectable and could pass on the virus to others, f they’re not on PrEP. But since, as you told me, you forgot your PrEP a few times, and as you know, condoms aren't foolproof, you might want to think about avoiding all sexual encounters until the meds do their thing.” He went on for about 10 more minutes, explaining some finer points of the medication regimen, but my mind was spinning inside: I was detectable, and what’s more, that was a high viral load! I crossed my legs to try to hide the burgeoning hardon under the flimsy paper examination gown, and I struggled again to pay attention to the earnest young doctor. “Any more questions?,” he asked. “I'm here for you at every step of the way. My nurse Keith is also available either by text or through the web portal, for any questions. ‘Oh yeah,” I replied, “I have spoken with Keith before, he’s a great guy.” “He sure is, Randy, and he and I are here for you with whatever you need. I’ll send Keith in now to coordinate your follow-up appointments and next lab tests.” As he went to leave, this young doctor turned back and reassured me “Don’t worry, Randy, we know what we’re dealing with and we’ll have you undetectable soon.” “Thanks, Doc, I’m looking forward to that,” I lied. “Oh, and I’m going to leave you with some brochures and information about the meds and the strategies to avoid passing on the virus to others,” handing over to me several pamphlets, “We will get you through this, Randy.” And with that he was out of the room. I spent the next few minutes trying to curtail my rigid newly-poz cock as it demanded attention. My mind was reeling, I was so excited. First things first, I texted my tattoo artist to tell him the good news. “Hey Eric, I’m coming in for the biohazard tat we spoke about, because guess what?! I finally qualify for it!” “CONGRATS!! , good going, brother! Do you know who did the deed?” 🍾 “Oh yeah, I sure do, and I can’t wait to tell him! He’s gonna be so proud!” With that, the door to the exam room started opening, Keith was turned away from me, wrapping up a conversation with a passing co-worker, so I finished up my text convo with Eric: “In fact, I’m gonna give him the good news right now!” “Great, man, I got time tomorrow afternoon for you to come in for the biohazard tat, and when you do, maybe you can recharge my hole with those fresh bugs, brother!” Your libido’s gonna go through the roof, man, now that you’re no longer shooting blanks!” “Be my honor to recharge you, stud!” I snap a quick pic of my cock and send it over to Eric. “Talk later” Opening the door, Keith, my doctor’s handsome nurse stepped into the room, grinning a broad smile. His lab coat was unbuttoned to reveal a big trouser bulge – he shut the door behind him and leaned into me for a deep passionate kiss. I felt his beard on my face and his burly arms wrapped around me. “I’m so happy you’ve got my strain inside you now, Randy” he whispered in my ear as his hands went straight down between my legs. “We’re connected now in such a natural, honest way!” “I knew those last few fucks and toothbrushings you did to me, Keith, would do the trick!” I’m just so happy and fucking excited thinking about passing on your strain! “Hey, it’s your strain now, too, brother! And now begins your next phase -- Yeah, man you gotta collect your 10 trophies now! I won’t be one of them since I gave it to you, but can you come by later and recharge me with that beautiful high viral load?” “Damn right, my friend, I’ve been waiting for the time I can recharge your hole and return the favor! But what am I gonna do with this now,” I remarked, pointing down to my rigid cock that Keith had so helpfully released from the inadequate covering of the paper gown. It was standing straight up at attention, opaque drops of pre-cum beading up on the head besides my 0g P.A. ring. “I gotta do this fast,” Keith cautioned, and then dropped to his knees and swallowed me whole, and began sucking. I didn’t try to hold out for very long as I was so fired up, and Keith was at work as well. “Let me take that first poz load of yours, Randy!” Toxic poz cum tastes so good! Give me a free sample of the recharge you’re gonna drill into my hole tonight! With that, I exploded into Keith’s mouth with a hot load of newly-toxic cum, and he swallowed it all down. “Mmmm, poz cum is so good! Nothing else like it!,” he exclaims after resurfacing off my cock. He brings his lips up to mine and I taste the poison seed I just created in my infected balls. As he reassembles himself, and I go to get dressed, buttoning up my pants against my still hard tool, Keith says to me “I have to get back to work, Randy, but come by my place at 8:00 tonight for that mutual recharge! Then we can talk about the plans for your Gifting Season. “Oh, you mean, ‘The Ten,” right? Yeah, I’ve already got a few in mind for conversion. We can go over it tonight.” “And Randy,” Keith says as lifts his shirt to reveal his furry hard midsection, you were my tenth, so I gotta get to Eric so he can add the “X” to this,” pointing to the biohazard tattoo just above his hot poz cock. With that, he makes a follow-up appointment for me then departs with a wicked smile. I gather my things to leave, and as I walk out of the building to the parking lot, I pass a young guy going in and instantly feel him checking me out, feeling a bit like a hunter looking at his prey, I think to myself how I’d love to infect him with my DNA and get me 10% of the way to my own Roman Numeral X next to the biohazard ink I’m getting tomorrow - Like Keith said, it is MY strain now. On the way to my car, I pass a trash can. I stop to look at the brochures the young doctor gave me, then throw them in the trash. ~TO BE CONTINUED~

I met a guy on sniffles and I sucked his dick for a while. He then wanted to cuddle It was hot and we cuddled. All of a sudden he slipped his dick in me . He fucked me while we were cuddling I could feel his whole body next to me while hi dick was in my hole. All of a sudden he moaned and shot a big load in me He stayed in till he hit soft I was a very hot fuck

"Squat on his face - make him eat your hole," I directed Trent. The boy-turned beast happily complied, straddling Ben's body with his leather boots and doing a deep squat until his asslips made contact with Ben's mouth. A gutteral moan vibrated through Ben's whole body. He shifted slightly (as much as was possible in his position) to get a better angle at Trent's musclehole. Trent just grinned and said, "Mmmmmmm- - - nice. Eat it Daddy!" His heavy stretched balls draped over Ben's chin, and his meat continued to fill out until i could see a thick, long vein pulsing along the top. "Want some lube?" i asked, staring intently at the huge holewrecker. "Yeah - sure," Trent answered, starting to lose his focus in the haze of sex. I grabbed the bottle of J-Lube and squeezed a glob into his palm. He slowly smeared it along the top of his cock (making the vein stand out even more!), and then gripping his meat from the base, he started lubing and stroking like a sexy pornstar. "I need to fuck!" Trent said, raising his body off Ben's slobbering mouth. He was a little unsteady, after squatting for so long, so i stood and reached out to steady him - placing my hands on his muscular lats. "Fuck! You're a fucking horse, man!" I said, complimenting Trent on his worked out bod. "Thanks," he answered. "I figure if you wanna fuck like a porn star - you better godamn look like one!" he laughed. I slapped his firm butt and rubbed my hand across his pumped pecs and abs. "I'd say you could fuck any porn star you want, stud! Trent stepped down off the plywood platform bed, his boots landing in two heavy thuds on the concrete floor. He immediately aimed his rock-hard cock for Ben's open gape. I climbed up on the bed and slid down behind Ben's head, resting his head in my crotch. I grabbed his ankles and pulled back, which in turn raised his gaping hole in line with Trent's dripping cock. "Fuck man! Fuckin' hot hole!" Trent said, staring at Ben's mancunT. Ben was speechless. I could see his face in the mirror, his eyes locked on the huge meat that was about to fuck him. I'm sure the heavy doses of meth were keeping him from talking, but the opening and closing of his wrecked hole said it all! Trent shoved two fingers - then three - into the slop bucket of an ass in front of him. Then four fingers. Then his whole hand! "Fuuuuccckkkk!" Trent drawled, his big cock bobbing up and down. "Fuck 'im!" I directed. "Breed 'im with that big Texas horsedick!" That's all it took - Trent leaned forward, making contact with the stretched foreskin on the head of his cock. I saw Ben take a deep breath, and then exhale, as Trent drove his meat in deep in one slow, deliberate thrusT!!! Trent took his time - slowly drawing his cock out (like a syringe) - and then leaning forward and letting his bodyweight drive his meat deep into Ben's hole until his clipped pubes made contact with Ben's asscheeks. I could feel Ben's body vibrate from the ecstasy he was feeling from being filled with dickmeat. I shifted my body to one side so that my cock was within reach of Ben's mouth, and he eagerly started sucking like he'd found a man's pacifier. Trent just continued his steady attack on Ben's greedy hole. "Hey - this lube's startin' to dry out - you got anymore?" Trent asked, trying to work up some spit to slicken his dick. I looked around for a water bottle, but couldn't find one within reach. Then, a nasty thought ran through my sleazy mind... I managed to climb out from under Ben's head, and took a standing position facing Trent. Aiming my cock in Trent's direction, I started to piss - a dark yellow stream hit Trent right between his pecs, and ran down his ripped abs, finally pooling on the base of his cock and Ben's wrecked hole. "Fuckin' A, man! That's some piggy shit - but it's workin'," he grinned. The warm, dark piss mixed with the dried lube, and instantly made it nice and superslick again. "Any chems in that?" Trent asked, picking up his pace of screwing Ben's brains out. "Yeah - from a few hours ago," I said. "But, I'd say it's pretty concentrated by now." Trent motioned me to step forward and opened his mouth, signaling he wanted to drink. I was only too happy to share the contenTs of my bladder with this hot stud/pig. I could feel his throat muscles contracting as i pissed down his throat. He didn't spill a drop! When i was finished, he backed off my cock, and shook his head. "Fuck - that tasted really nasty, man! Hope I get a buzz off it," Trent stated, followed by a deep belch. I stepped down off the bed and opened the door. The cool air felt good in the warm, sweaty, black room. i stood behind Trent and reached around to play with his hard, erect nipples. "Oh man - that's gonna make me cum!" he said. The harder i squeezed, the faster he fucked. Ben's body slid around the rubber sheet like a rag doll - he would try to grip the edges of the foam rubber mattress, but he was no match for the bull that was fucking him. When i noticed the lube starting to get sticky again, i would reach down and scoop some of the 'juice' off the rubber sheet and smear it on Trent's thick meat. Behind me, a crowd had started to form in the open door - about five guys all stroking their cocks and straining to get a good view of the action in the small room. "Gonna cum," Trent panted, his cock relentlessly pounding Ben's hole. Ben was totally relaxed - just letting the assault on his ass happen - happy to be full of dick and piss and chems...and soon, more cum. Suddenly, Trent's body stiffened. He raised his head to the ceiling and let out a loud wolf howl - "Ow, ow, owoooooooooo!!!" i looked down and could see the base of his cock pulsing - shooting load after load of thick poz cum into Ben's hole. Behind me, i heard the grunts of one of the onlookers, and when i turned to look, he was emptying his load into the twink kneeling in front of him. My slimy dick was slick with lube and Trent's sweat - sliding up and down on his broad, muscular back. (God, i luv communal sex!) Trent finally let his cock slide out of the sewer hole he'd just fucked - followed by a huge, sloppy fuck fart from Ben. Trent leaned forward and gave been a tongue deep kiss - "Thanks man! Your ass is fuckin' incredible!" "Oh no, thank you!" Ben replied, still in a stupor from the XXXtreme breeding he'd just had. "Anytime you want a hole to use," he said, sitting up and reaching to stroke Trent's softening dick. "You want the door open, or closed," i asked. "Closed, I guess," Ben answered. "I really need to get up and walk around - get some water." "Come on up to my room," i offered. "I've got water and gatorade. We could all use a break!" The three of us gathered our things, making sure we had our towels and keys, and headed out into the cool hallway. The crowd parted as we walked out, half-disappointed that the show was over. They stared as three hot pigs walked naked down the narrow hallway. i turned around before we turned the corner and said to the remaining guys, "Don't worry - we'll bring him back soon, ready for more!"

Update, stopped meds 3 years ago, so likely back to full blown AIDS. My attitude is, ' I have AIDS, but it doesn't have me.

thanks, brother! Yes, that's the plan 😈

I don't force people into participating in my beliefs. Iff they say condom, then fine. WHY would I lose out on the opportunity tp get fucked by a hot guy who wants to wear a bit of plastic that I will hardly notice. That kind of logic baffles my mind...

Unfortunately, let them. It’s their call, not mine, as a bottom.

I make it clear..."It's bareback or nothing!"...."Go in bare or go away!"

Last Thursday. At a regular leather social in my city I was behind the curtain where the public sex happens chatting with a friend as we watched. A sexy, shorter South American man with his shirt off and big juicy nipples with piercings in them walked by. I smiled big and asked if I could touch him. When he agreed, I stroked and then licked and sucked his nipples and he got pretty horny. It turns out that he knew me, we'd worked at the same company together and he saw email I sent to large groups regularly, and took the same bus home that I did. He even remembered the stop I got off at. I think he was surprised by me being in leather, behind the curtain, and sucking his nipples. We made out and groped each other, then I sucked his very hard uncut cock for a while, earning some tasty precum. He suddenly started fucking into my mouth and, especially with Latino men, I know what that means. He groaned that he wishes he could fuck me, so I said "You can", unbuckled my jeans, turned to face away from him, pulled them and my briefs down to rest on my calf high black boots and present my ass while holding out a small bottle of lube I always carry to him. All in much less time than it took you to read it. He lubed my hole and his dick and plunged in. It felt so good having dick inside me and I realized there were a bunch of men watching me get railed, one of them an owner of the bar we were in. My top was tired and needed to work in the morning, so I didn't get his load, but he said he wanted to do more and gave me his number so we can arrange to have a good long fuck in the future.

About four days ago. I plan on going to a park tomorrow to give some Christmas relief to any and everyone. Public sex is great and preferred honestly. At the park I go to there's a guy that no one really messes with, and he'll hog the restroom. So I let him breed me since he won't last long, and then he'll leave satisfied & everyone else will enter the restroom. It works out since I have a load up my ass that'll be used as lube for the next guy. I'm also not opposed to sucking off any of the guys in there. As long as they cum in my mouth or ass I'm happy.

Part 5: After dad left I had a random middle eastern daddy and the manager of 711 immediately waiting for me to come to the small truck stop bathroom. Only a few stalls but I was take to the biggest handicap stall. Both of them fucked me and came quick. I was still flying high. my phone started ringing after they both left. It was master Hughes. “Hello my hood faggot slave. Whole town is already begging to have you. So that’s what’s gonna happen. We’ve told everyone you’ve been inducted. You’ll see a lot of familiar and unfamiliar faces. And don’t worry about school, not like you’ll be anything but a slut in your future. Just take dick in that bathroom until I come pick you up. And whatever they say goes unless it’s a condom. Got it?” I forgot about school or even my friends there. But honestly, fuck it. This is all I want. I never thought I’d ever be like this. Been only a day. I said with a smile “YES MASTER.” just then another person opened the entrance to the bathroom and master just replied “good, now sounds like you have work to continue.” as he hung up on me I turned around to see someone I’ve never seen before. He was a tall muscular ginger man who stood at least 6 feet tall. His eyes were dark green. A tattoo of a biohazard symbol on his right shoulder. His hair was wavy on top but buzzed on the sides. And his buldge already pronounced in his gym shorts. He grabbed me out of the stall completely naked with my safety of the stall behind me. I was still so high to even fight to go back to the stall, but he saw how nervous I was. ANYONE could walk in. What if a cop came in? Or a family? Fuck am I doing? But still I just looked into his eyes standing there with his face next to mine. ”Your such a beautiful pig. You remind me of my own son.” With that he put his lips to mine and made out with me. His muscular hands going slowly up and down. I couldn’t help but sink into his kiss and this moment. This stranger must have noticed cus his hand then immediately started to finger me slowly. It felt so good having him swirl the random loads then were kept inside me. “yeah boy, your a natural. Just let a man use you and you’ll unleash your true inner pig.” As he said this he started to undress. First his shirt to reveal his gorgoues abs. Then he licked the side of my face as he undid his shorts. He was showing his hot red jockstrap off with me naked. he grabbed my face and growled in a quickly serious town “on your knees boy, now.” I didn’t need convincing. My body was still feeling every touch like a pure moment of ecstasy. He walked to the stall with my clothes and grabbed the lube I was given. “Now I know your hole doesn’t need lube, but your dad did tell you that he mixed t in the lube right?” He saw me just shake my head no. ”well of course he didn’t. He texted me right as he left ya boy. He knew you wouldn’t wanna be clean anymore. Such a good dad, isn’t he?” the hot ginger guy came to me and told me without removing his jock to devour his crotch. ”mmmm boy is a good worthless cum and Chen slut, isn’t he. Just like my son. You actually know him boy. Sits next to you in some of your classes. We just moved here because we needed to be with others just like us. And oooooh you definitely like that don’t you boy?” as he was telling me all this I was trying to think who, but didn’t even notice that my body was instinctively already sucking through his jockstrap and mumbling uuuh huh. ”you call me Sir when your mouth isn’t full. Ok boy?” I took my mouth off for a brief second to say yes sir. ”good boy. Here, start tasting the real thing.” Sir took down his jock to show his hot 7 inch thick cock. I didn’t need further instruction and started to swallow his veiny hard cock down my throat. It was glorious. He started to moan and facefuck me slow but made sure to not take his cock out or let it come out at all. I couldn’t help but start gauging which only made sir start throat fucking me faster. I was in pure heaven. But as I was getting into it, the door swung open. A tall figure came in fast and as I looked up I almost yelped. It was a cop! A cop with shades, full blue uniform walking in on two naked men in the middle of a public bathroom. He took his shades of and looked straight at my face. I tried to take my mouth out but Sir shuved his hand on the back of my head keeping me down. Sir asked in a regular tone “is there a problem officer?” The cop kept his face on me the entire time. Silent for a minute. He then grabbed my head off of sirs dick and slammed it on his crotch. “No problem as long as he’s a good cocksucker” the officer replied. ”so far very good. We’re you texted about the new pig in town too?” Sir said ”no, this is just the best bathroom in town to get your dick sucked, and heard sloppy noises from out the other side of the door.”the police officer started to unzip and move his pants halfway to put his dick in my mouth. “you know kid, fucking in public is illegal. But it’s a good thing you picked the right place to do it. I come hear all the time to use hungry cock lovers like you. As he started growing hard in my mouth Sir got behind me putting his dick against my ass. Naturally he slid in and moaned “fuuuck his ass is nice and used. Gonna add your dick too?” ”in a bit.” The officer replied. The feeling of one dick in my mouth from a man in uniform with muscles, broad shoulders, hairy chest and crotch while another muscled man fucks my ass, is the best feeling in the world. But honestly any two dicks in me makes me feel this way. Once fully hard the cop started to slam his cock in my throat making me almost puke after 2 minutes. Fuck this is so much at once I thought. “mind if I join you in that hole?” The cop asked ”you mean dp?” Sir replied the cop smirked and said “well considering how horny and tweeked he looks, I’d say he wants it.” ”he just started bottoming yesterday. But let’s make Him learn what he needs to know.” I was a bit nervous but Sir started putting in more Chem lube which made my asshole feel even better. I thought if they take they’re time everything would be ok however once I was scooted up and repositioned Sir kept his cock in me and the cock forced his dick in me fast. It definitely hurt for a little and the cop said “don’t worry slut, you’ll love it in a minute. Can’t go slow with dp, it’s better to get them in before your hole can reject them.” both sir and the cop were moaning like animals just like me. As I was filled they both made my ass feel like it was being torn apart. I didn’t even know I could do this, but t makes anything possible. After a good minute more my hole went from pain to immense pleasure. I started to beg for more. But quickly Sir came and then right after so did the cop. I can’t believe it’s only been two hours since I was dropped off

Chapter 11 The Kid walked back to his place and when he got to the top of his steps, the guy that had bent him over last Friday meet him. He walked into the Kid’s flat behind him and grabbed the Kid’s ass as they passed through the threshold. He gave the Kid a bottle of Gatorade and told the Kid “ Get cleaned up and come over to my place, you have a date in my basement. Be a good boy and drink all of this one your way over “. He knew the guy meant business and if he didn’t show up, he had no idea who all he would tell about the night in the park. He was thirsty so he drank about half of the Gatorade, it tasted funny, but he didn’t care, it was wet. He cleaned himself out with his douche nozzle and cleaned himself out. He also touched himself up with a razor, he had shaved enough that it looked like he was naturally hairless between the legs. It made him look even younger that before. As he was getting out of the shower, he felt hot and a little uneasy on his feet. He didn’t think he had the temperature on the water turned up that high. He dried off and put on shorts and a tee shirt and slid into his sandals. He was camo because he lost his underwear at one place and figured he didn’t want to lose more. He felt flush, relaxed and horny at the same time. He started out the door when he remembered the Gatorade, he still had just over half of it left to drink, He downed it down quickly and walked dover to the neighbor’s place He knocked on the door at the neighbors. He answered and told the Kid “ Just in time, follow me “. He noticed the Kid was a bit tipsy and knew he was feeling the ’special’ mix in the Gatorade. He took the Kid downstairs to the basement. He watched the kid, he didn’t want hm falling. When he got down there the Kid noticed four other guys. One was naked smoking a glass pipe. The neighbor said he had something special for him to try. The drugs in the Gatorade was hitting him and he was feeling horny as hell. One of the guys walked over to the Kid and yanked his cloths off. He stepped back and looked at the hairless body and asked “ You sure he is legal age “? The Kid looked a lot younger than his actual age. The neighbor said “Yeah, I’m sure. He is in his twenties “ . The pulled the Kid over to a table and sat him down. Next to him on the table was some white powder in lines, he had never seen this before. The asked the Kid if he ever did lines before, the Kid answered “ no sire “. One of the guys walked over and said let me show you how to do it. He took a straw and put the end of it in his nose and then stared inhaling the line of white powder, The guy snorted and said that was great. His voice seemed to have changed. The guy told the Kid, like poppers, you need to block the other part of your nose when you inhale. The Kid though that this would be easy, he liked poppers and figured this was the same. the Neighbor pointed to the longest line and said “ I have been saving this one for you, see how much you can inhale “. The Kid took this as a challenge and got into position like the other guy did and started snorting the line he almost got it all in when an unbelievable intense burning hit his nose. It was a deep burn that seemed to go into his brain. He never felt anything like this. His eyes were watering n the guys started laughing. One of them said “ I guess he wasn’t lying, this was the first for coke “. The Kid’s head was spinning and he had a sense of total euphoria he never felt before. While all this was going on three other guys walked in. One was a younger guy that had what looked like a dog collar in, One of the other guys was leading him around. They came over and stood the Kid up and started feeling him all over. One of them commented on the Kid’s cock and how nicely hard it was. The were feeling his body, pinching his nipples and playing with his ass. Up to now the Kid hadn’t noticed how horny he had gotten. They were checking his butt and commenting on it. It was as if he was noting more than a side of beef they way they talked. The Guy that was leading the one with a collar told the guy to get down and suck out this Kid’s ass. The bent the kid over and the slave came over and started eating his ass. It really felt great, the Kid thought this was going to be fun. The slave was sucking hard on the Kid’s hole, he could actually feel his insides being sucked. The Neighbor bent down and asked the Kid “ You like this, don’t you “? The Kid was panting and said “ Yes”. The neighbor said “ Tis is only the beginning. I am hosting a small get together and you’re one of the main attractions “

Part 4: “one, two, THREE!” With just two little pricks in my arms I became a monster. My mind went to a million places. Both dad and father O’Brian were grinding and hard. I couldn’t help but cough and groan like an animal on the hunt. They both put my arms above my head, and licked the bit of blood that came out. “he’s in his natural state now, but let’s get him to a proper bed” father O’Brian said. Dad led me in front while I hollard and begged to be fucked. “Just fuck me, fuck me, use me, fuck me, FUCK ME GOD DAMNIT!” dad opened his door and I was thrown on the bed. They took hold and forced me to get in doggy, but I wanted everything done possible. Then all of a sudden *WHACK* Dad looked at me with the hand he used to slap my face. He looked at me with a huge grin. Because he saw that I still had a smile. “I knew you’d be just like me. Let anything happen. Anything we want. And you didn’t cry or bitch like a pathetic pig others are. My son is a true slave.” I was still thrusting and dad my face forcibly. ”Don’t you dare take my dick out.” Then my dad started to pound my throat with his cock. His stomach slapping back and forth with his dick. Like an actual bear on attack. My throat could feel every vain, every inch, every pube, and every taste of pre cum. In and out in and out without mercy I just smiled and obeyed. I was flying and feeling almost out of body. father obrian stuck his cock in my ass but didn’t pound me like they did before. Instead he said “your gonna get one more burst from me my boy. Here’s your very first chem piss enema you fucking slut.” Then in just a few seconds my hole felt even warmer. “This slut will do anything for dick, that’s his life’s purpose.” Dad said ”The way he’s supposed to.” Father O’Brian replied. He then shocked me with “you know if you come to church more then half the attendees will fuck you boy? You think your the only father and son that are like this? We are making a brotherhood of poz Chem pigs. Your master and cheating boyfriend helped induct so many members. Including myself. Your neighbors. Local town folks you pass. And they all have seen the video I was shown of you being a tweeked out whore. So just do as your told by anyone who bends you over boy. Cus it’s all your good for.” with that he stopped pissing inside me. Father O’Brian took his phone out and said he wants to show everyone more of the newest whore to use in town. With that dad flipped me around and tamed his cock up my ass. With the phone pointing at the both of us. My wrecked hole now spouting cum and piss was in pure bliss. ”Just look at this pig. Only been one day and he’s already a slammed up piss filled pig. Anyone watching this should bug his useless neg ass till its white and red. Don’t you love being fucked by your poz biological father, boy?” I just screamed “Yes Father. I love being breeded by my dad.” Dad picked up the pass and growled at me. ”And how good does your son sloppy cunt feel?” ”Like it’s begging to be whored out” dad moaned and pounding my cheeks with his balls bouncing on my thighs. ”you want anyone to fuck your son?” ”every raw pig should use my boy whenever they want. Drug him. Make him obey.” Dad grunted and yelled ”Cum in your son again?” ”Doing it…Right now. FUUUUUCK.” With that dad cummed inside me again and me still flying I begged for more. Hearing this dad brought his cum soaked and pink colored blood and cum Mix to my mouth. I thought I was to just suck it off. But while holding my head down, dad started to piss down my throat. The taste of chem piss was strong and nasty. But I did as felt what was right. I swallowed every drop. But being up for so long now I didn’t know if everything was real again. Father O’Brian finally put his phone down from recording and said “we will have more fun but I must go. I have some work obligations but will be sure to send this to everyone and show this at work. Trust me, this is your purpose boy. As Father O’Brian left dad just looked at me and said “your gonna make me a proud father.” He then kissed me with all his night. Looked at me and said “let’s get you dressed. We got one more thing to do before you are done your first round.” Dad grabbed me and told me to put on shorts, a tank top, put me In the car, and drove us 10 minutes down the road to a highway truck stop. Gave me lube seeing how very tweeked I was and told me to go to the bathroom stalls. But before I could ask why he wasn’t getting out he left me and drove off. Still high and confused I did as told. When I walked in I saw two men just motioning me to the toilet stall. One was a middle eastern daddy with just regular work clothes on. The other I recognized as the local 711 manager. Without even closing the door I was shuved inside, forced to my knees, and told to service us like we were promised. They both shuved their shorts down and came for my holes. The middle eastern daddy said “your videos are amazing. Let’s give you something to really celebrate. Being an independent Chem slut.” They both put there dicks inside me until they both quickly nutted. “Oh don’t worry, more are coming, but everyone is gonna hold you here till you are told everyone is done.” just how long would that be? Oh who cares. I love my new purpose

Part 2 After a short time, the hot man who left his seed in me left and I laid in my bed with a glow surrounding me. I felt so satiated with his load inside me thinking that his semen was unloading its HIV babies inside me, did he abrade my ass walls enough to give his infection a clear path into me or would it just fade away like his sperm thinking i was a cunt to impregnate. The one thing I did know was that I still horny and my dick was hard. I needed some further release, so I again scrolled through grindr. Before long I happened upon a guy who I had played with a few times before, He was in his 20's, a bit stocky with a nice hairy chest and ass and a fat 6" dick. I remember he was a good kisser, loved raw and bred me a few times before. He was also HIV negative. The sex was good but sometimes he had trouble coming inside me, He would pull out and jerk off. I didn't care I just needed another dick in me. I messaged him if he was looking, and he replied yes and soon headed over. I met him at the door and we quickly went to my room. We undressed and I got to my knees and sucked his dick getting him hard and really wet. I climbed on the bed, got on my knees and presented my ass doggie style. I took a hit of poppers and told him to breed me. He soon slid and excitedly said "OMG your ass is so wet, is that cum?' I said it was which got him so excited i could feel his cock get even harder. He asked who's cum it was and I told him some black dude. He got even more excited. Now I felt emboldened and told him he was fucking me with poz cum as lube. I took a chance because there was a possibility that I would freak him out. On the contrary it put him over the top. He said he couldn't believe he was fucking me with poz cum and he hoped his cock was grinding that toxic nut into me. Within a minute he starts yelling, "i'm cumming" and I felt his dick pulse as he shot his load in me, He stayed in me a minute while he softened and as he pulled out, I could feel cum running out my ass and down my balls. To be continued

PART ONE Jamie wasn’t in the habit of responding to Craigslist ads (way back when CL personals we’re still a thing) posted by guys offering to be “generous” but he was unexpectedly in need of funds. His graduate stipend seemed sufficient by most people’s standards, but living in Los Angeles was expensive and now he had to pay a large deductible to his car insurance company after getting side swiped on Mullholland. So the posting from two guys in town from Iowa for a convention was too good to pass up. He knew from experience that these married guys were easy dates; they were so starved for some man-on-man action that after some dirty talk about their daughters’ boyfriends the actual sex was over soon and they’d hustle him out the door, paying the $600 for the four hours even though they’d only been together for ninety minutes or so. At 23 years old, 5’10, 150# and mostly hairless, Jamie was lean and boyish, with an adequate set up in the front more than made up for by a high riding rear with surprisingly ample projection. In other words, he had a great ass! A recruited athlete in college, his physique had slackened some but he could still turn heads. Probably a 9 at home, he was only a 6 or 7 in LA but that was more than enough to get plenty of play and to turn a trick here and there when money got tight or he wanted to treat himself to a splurge. It helped, in that regard, that he had few limits and was usually more than willing to indulge the more unusual requests. But this sounded like a pretty vanilla scene. Both guys in their forties, married with kids his age, friends since they were in the same pledge class in college. They messed around with guys (fag boys the guy he emailed with called them) together back then and wanted to relive that experience. When the day came, Jamie got cleaned up and out and drove to a rundown motel near the marina. He had been there a few times and was surprised that it seemed mostly deserted. The small and shabby but mostly clean rooms were usually occupied by street walkers running a trap house, day laborers sleeping in shifts and homeless people who had earned enough panhandling to get a roof over their head for a night or two. That the place was nearly empty suggested that there had been a raid recently. Annoyingly, the only other apparently occupied room was the one right next to the end unit Curt and Todd had rented. Jamie walked in to a room that was brighter than expected. The guys had taken the shades off the lamps to get more light for the camcorder they had set up to record this indulgence of theirs. Introductions were made along with the usual small talk. Both guys were decent looking, with dad bods as expected but dad bods that had thickened from better than average starting points. Curt (his attitude as well as his name) was 6’1, probably 210ish, with blond hair turning to gray and the strong legs of the former soccer player he had told me he had been. Todd was built the way Jamie would look in twenty-five years, 5’10 and 180#, indifferent but not fat, with his brown hair cropped tight to hide a thinning pate. He was soft spoken and polite, inquiring about Jamie’s studies and life in LA. Curt, clearly in charge of the night’s festivities, handed Jamie an open beer bottle and a shot of rye. “Bottoms up buddy!” he said, pouring a second shot for the boy as soon as he has drained and chased the first, followed by a third. Then he sparked up a joint and passed it to Jamie, instructing him to take long, deep drags. The booze and the pot had the boy feeling good and he was gladdened that the night looked like it would be more fun than he had anticipated. Curt and Todd began stripping off and told Jamie to do the same. When he was naked except for the jockstrap he was told earlier to wear, Curt barked at him to leave it on. “We don’t want to see your dick, that’s not what we bought you for.” Todd sat down on the sofa with another joint while Curt fiddled with the camera saying to the boy “C’mon cocksucker, let’s see what you’ve got!” Jamie got down in his knees in front of Todd and started servicing him, licking and nibbling and sucking him to attention. Soon enough he was fully hard and the boy got to work in earnest. Curt pulled him away and presented his own stiff cock, pushing it firmly and steadily down Jamie’s throat. He began to gag but Curt kept his dick lodged in there before finally backing off, still leaving most of it in Jamie’s mouth. “Look up at me boy” he ordered, and Jamie looked up to see that he had started recording. He pulled out and told him to beg for it. “Please”, the boy said, “please give me your dick.” ”What are you?” Curt sneered. ”I’m a cocksucker” Jamie replied, and Curt rammed it down his throat again. He roughly facefucked the boy getting the whole thing on video. This was much more hardcore than Jamie liked and he was surprised that it was really turning him on, his cock hard and leaking in his jock. As Curt was abusing him, Todd dropped his nice guy persona, egging his friend on, calling Jamie a dirty slut, a cheap hooker, a perverted faggot, etc. Through the verbal abuse and sound of his own gagging, the boy thought he heard the sound of a door opening. He darted his eyes to the side to see that the front door was still shut with the chain on. Glancing the other way, he could see directly into the empty bathroom. Then he heard a third voice saying “So, how’s the whore? Everything you wanted it to be?” Startled, Jamie pushed Curt away and leapt to his feet, backing away towards the door. He was very light-headed and stumbled, attributing it to the pot and the oxygen deprivation from the throat reaming. Looking across the space, he could see two new, naked guys in the room and a third, also nude, through the open door to the adjoining, smoky room. “Hey guys” he said, smiling amiably and thinking fast, “this isn’t what we agreed on. I’m cool with a group scene, but we have to renegotiate terms and set some ground rules.” Curt closed the gap between them with a reasonable, “let’s be friends” look on his face, his cock still rock hard and glistening with throat slime. To Jamie’s shock, he gave the boy a swift punch to the stomach and the boy fell to the ground doubled over with the wind knocked out of him. Curt pulled him up by the hair as he gasped for breath. “Listen, there are five of us and one of you. Do you really think you can stop us from doing what we want? If you go along with it you’ll probably have fun. Bitches like you love the cock. Or you can fight back and still get dicked down. Your choice.” Jamie looked around and quickly assessed his predicament. Curt was right, he couldn’t take down five guys, especially as the spacey feeling in his head was getting worse. There must have been something in that beer or the joint, probably both. And the five of them were each hot to him in a daddy sort of way. But the decision was ultimately made by his own dick which was harder than it had ever been and was dripping so much precum that the pouch of the jock was sopping wet. ”So?” said Curt, “Are you going to be a good little fag boy?” Jamie nodded and replied “I’ll be a good little cocksucker”, licking his lips. Curt slapped him hard across the face and said “You’re going to do a lot more than that” and dragged him over to one of the new guys. The new guy, bigger and meaner looking than Curt and Todd, spat in Jamie’s face and said “Get to work slut.”

That would be loads. First met a guy on Sniffles and went to his place where he fucked me and left a load. Then went to the bookstore where the first guy I met had Tina for me-snorted and put some up My ass and flying. We played and he asked if I wanted some more and shoved a nice size rock up my ass. Stripped in a booth and got on my knees with my ass in the air and door open. Took three loads. Then early evening got on Sniffles again and met up with a guy. He was unsure about meeting as have no pic. Said if he did not play once we met would be fine with me. So we met and he had me take off my shirt and he played with my nips and rubbed me. He said let’s try and see. Well we got naked and he lubed my ass. He was so handsome and sexy. He fucked me in various positions. AlL of a sudden he said he was going to cum. He fucked me like a rabbit and growled when he came deep inside of me. All In all good day for the slut I want to be.

FUCK BRO your story is so fuckin hot and I hope there is more to come ... makes me instantly hard here ☣️💥

Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope you had a great Christmas Eve, and a good time celebrating. This may be one of my best Christmas Eves, a good supply of cocaine and spit roasted by my partner and his boyfriend. then fucked again by the boyfriend. I was singing Ave Maria before he finished!

Mobile in east coast Canada to pleasure viral tops ..Tina and popers and bondage gives u a hungry willing twink 😈😍💦💦 I'd love to get a ride to Toronto and having my boy puussy take care of fuel and more along the way

I have turned guys down. But I start by letting them know that they did not have to use the condom. If they insist I politely decline. For me it’s all about raw.

Rape isn't about sex. It's a crime of violence. Calling rape a "sex crime" is like calling someone who assaults you with a shovel a "yard tool crime" - the point is the violence, not the means chosen. Now, the sex part is relevant, in that it's designed to humiliate, and to control a very intimate aspect of the victim's life. But again, it's not about "sex" or "sexual orientation" (gay vs straight). Straight people can be raped; gay people can be raped; bi people can be raped; asexual people can be raped; pansexual people can be raped. It's completely off-track to wonder about the orientation of the victim or the perpetrators (with the sole exception of when and if the victim was chosen specifically because of his/her orientation). And idiots wondering whether he was gay or not doesn't do anything to help him.

They’d have to find another hole to fuck. I haven’t had a condom on me or in me for over 20 years!

I don’t get fucked unless I am bred. I’ll just suck him off to get the load.

This fall I was a cum dump in a SanFrancisco hotel around Folsom. A straight guy came and fucked me. He was wild, he fucked me good an hard and with great fury. I loved it, it was primal. I asked him if he fucked his wife like that and he said NO, he wasn't able to as she didn't like it like that. What I got out of it was that with a man he could be as free as he wanted to be, he could be free to fuck hard and wild where his wife didn't like that. He gave me his private email so I could contact him next time I am in town! You bet I am !!

I had just received my second load and my ass was a little sore. I sat and thought: Were my ass walls a bit roughed up now? Did my last breeder create a pathway for infection? Damn, sprt of twisted thoughts, but why did they turn me on so much? I was fingering my hole feeling the mixture of fluids. poz cum, neg cum, saliva, my ass juices. I couldn't resist tasting them all which made me even hornier.....and I stll hadn't cum. It was only 11 PM so I decided to try grindr again. After a few minutes I saw a guy who I had played with a few times and always had a great time. He was a young black college student. 20 yo but still looked like an adolescent. 5-10, 140, skinny with a fat 8" dick that defied his slender stature. He had an unkempt fro, a scraggly beard and a thick untrimmed bush. Basically really cute and sexy. In bed he was verbal and uninhibited. I messaged him and soon he was on his way. I met him at the door and we immediately locked lips. He was always a great kisser and tonight was no exception. He had sweat pants on and I could feel that his dick was rock hard. As I kissed him I slipped my hand down his pants and started fingering his hole. He started moaning and told me he wanted my babies in him. I so needed to fuck him. We headed to the bedroom and undressed as we kissed. His dick was so hard and pointing towards the ceiling. We got in bed. I got on top of him and continued to kiss him. I made way down his body. His nipples were so hard and I loved the sprouting hair around them. I followed his treasure trail down to his dick and sucked him deep. I relished in the musk of his body as I licked his balls making my way to his hole. As I ate his hole I noticed he reached for my poppers and took huge hits. He then placed them under my nose. We were both flying now. He told me he wanted my cock and my babies inside. With that prompt I lifted his legs off the bed exposing his gorgeous hairy boy hole in my face, I stuck my tongue as deep as I could. He pushed his hole open exposing the hint of a rosebud looking so inviting. I kissed him again wanting him to taste his musk and then asked him to suck me, to get my cock as wet as possible. He sucked me hard, deep throated me and got me so wet. I was ready. I lifted his legs again, my dick was wet, his hole was wet......I poked his hole hit the poppers and slid right in. My god. 2 loads in my ass and my dick was in this incredible boy hole ready to breed. I thought this might be my last HIV negative load. I started pounding him telling him how great his ass felt. He kept telling me to cum in him. We shared more poppers and I shotgunned poppers into his mouth. I couldn't hold back any longer and went balls deep. My dick exploded at least 8 shots as he squeezed his hole around my penis. I stayed in him kissing him . My dick didnt soften. I pulled out and was still rock hard. I looked at his hole and could see my white creamy semen clinging to his ass hair. I went down to taste it and the scent was intoxicating... My nut his musky ass. I sucked some out and then kissed him To be continued

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.

You aren’t that far from Philadelphia, which I suspect is a better hunting ground.

i used to take my empty highball glass to the bar urinal and just ask the guys pissn if they wanted to fill it up. then walker around the bar sipping the piss in full view..so hott

Day 4 Typically I had to go to the toilet all night, because the huge amount of beers and water didn’t let me sleep after I left the place. So I planned chilling. I say planned. Because a guy texted me on Grindr that he was horny and wanted to be a slut. His hole was hungry for cocks and fists. He agreed that we would play with a third fully top guy. We met Basement which is an interesting facility. From the outside it seems like a bungalow place with few apartments. But behind the pool there are classical cruising sets. We met three and started to play. Fucked the bottom guy, but the top fucked me as well both separately and while I was fucking the bottom. After a while some other guys joined us and I sucked others and was fucked by others. Later we continued the play three, fistfucking the bottom. Almost two hours run and the top had leave. We continued the play fisting, fucking and pissing on the bottom. Later afternoon he also had to go, so I stayed for a while hunting others for sex on Grindr. I found an interesting but faceless profile with meters. I tapped thinking that I had nothing to loose. As I was sitting in the chair, rolling my head round and saw a tall guy standing on his bungalow’s terrace. He was naked and visibly high. I showed him my hardon, smiled and nodded. Long story he was soon in his sling and I was on my knees rimming his visibly fisted hole. I started to duck him and continued with fisting. It’s good to know that I have pretty small fist therefore especially less practiced or beginners really love it. As this Lithuanian guy said, I was his fourth fister. And I reached the most, finally may half under arm was in him. He asked me to cum on his chest. He invited mento continue but said I would go to - you will never figure out- Noxon, because on Wednesday Fist&Fuck party is organised. He answered that he would consider it. When I stepped into the bar,l few hours later, it was quiet empty but there were a couple who were fucking. The bottom moaning like a beast and the sound was familiar but I didn’t get it. When they finished I realised that it was my Lithuanian mate. The other was a thin bearded bald guy with a nice biohazard tattoo on his right shoulder. The Lithuanian introduced us each other as the fourth and fifth fisters and told him how amazing fist I have. The poz Swiss guy asked me to fuck first and after this preparation to fist him. When we finished, the Lithuanian asked us if we fisted him. It wasn’t a question, but he needed some enhancements so he went home (which was practically on the others side of the road. Until we chatted with the Swiss and agreed that after we fisted the Lithuanian, he would fuck me. He had originally big cock but with PA (because he also had like at least the half of the guys there) it was scary. He fucked me so brutally that I felt it still days later. I really enjoy it, I cried loudly. It was amazing. It’s needless to say he also deposited his poz load in my hole. If he was viral or not we didn’t clarify but it didn’t matter for me. Then he fucked in missionary the Lithuanian offering me his ass. I couldn’t stand it and fucked him while he was fucking the other one. To be continued…

I hadn't planned on hitting up Steamworks in Seattle this weekend. We were visiting Bellevue, and found ourselves with a whole afternoon/evening free. So, I didn't know it was Communion until after we got there. My husband and I go to bathhouses together, but we enjoy them differently. He likes staying in the room, watching the porn, and occasionally visiting the jacuzzi, if there is one. He prefers younger Twink types, and there aren't usually tons of them around. As my username states, I'm a slut. I love to suck dick, and swallow cum. Not into anal, though I like to watch. I also love to make out, and being watched is a real turn on. Anyway, it was pretty quiet at first, but I had a nice sized dick pound my mouth in the glory hole area. And I sucked a couple of other dicks as they came around. Later, in a group situation, the first guy found me again and begged me to finish him off. He asked nicely, so, of course I did lol. At about 830, the place started picking up. I sucked the dick of a well hung bottom, who wanted to get fucked, I got a great bj from a husky bear with good head game, and I made out with a sexy older guy in the maze. Finally, after three or four loads down my throat, I joined the circle of fellows watching this younger guy get pounded in the big video room. The room smelled like sex and testosterone, and I shot my load after a few quick tugs. Rejoined the hubby and we left SW after a great evening of fun. Nights like this make me happy I'm gay lol

Hey ya’ll. Thank you for feedback and support. But it’s still my story so I’m gonna do my best to accommodate/listen. But it’s my story at the end of the day 😈 enjoy New to corruption PART 2: As I sit there in a still tweaked haze with my own father and boyfriends father…or now Master naked in front of me while I am told to stay in doggy position I can only think 3 things. 1) “WHAT THE FUUUCK JUST HAPPENED.” 2) “This is what Johnny is doing too???” 3) “How is my ass still wanting more?” Dad and Master chuckled together with an intense menacing stare. They knew I was still hungry for dick, t and so much more while being conflicted. Dad looked at me and said to Master “is my son worthy of your ownership my Master?” Mr Hughes looked right at dad and replied “he’s now my property. He may be your biological son, but I have more ownership of slave Alex from now on. And you know he will come for more after I leave, don’t you slave Carl?” My father just gleamed with joy responding “of course, I know he’s your property now. But having my son start his new journey into being a raw only chem whore like his father, it makes me know I’ve done right becoming a slave myself.” Master Hughes looked right at me and said “well now Alex, you are forever part of MY family. You, your father, my son, and a few others you will discover. I can see your mind is still adjusting. But here a few rules. As your new to this just a few. One, you will never use a condom. EVER. If you even mention them you will be punished. If anyone puts a condom on their cock you will rip it right in front of their own eyes. Two, you will take any man’s raw dick or ass when commanded by anyone. And I mean anyone! Three, when not with your master, you will obey either your father or any raw only pig that offers you dick, drugs, or any combination. And four, you will do as I command…ALWAYS. Does my new slave understand?” I looked with wandering lust, fear, and strangely excitement. My mind was not as high as before, so I knew with my mixed feeling whatever I say will confirm my fate. Looking at what just happened, the two daddies naked standing in front of me, my cumfilled hole still wanting more, and me naked in doggy position realizing my father and new master just fucked me raw with poz filled cum and making me now love being high, I should be furious now that it’s all done. Fuck, my dad banged my boyfriend. I was given copious amounts of drugs when I haven’t even tried pot before. And they are both HIV positive and want me to be too? But with everything in my head I looked up and said out loud “I understand Master.” I couldn’t help what just came out. I knew that all of this is crazy. But I didn’t have to pinch myself and pretend it’s a dream. Everything I felt was real. “Good son! I’m proud of you!!! Welcome to your new life.” My dad shouted. I wanted to come up but master held me down. He just kept smiling. Master Hughes just started rubbing my body all over. He then got in my face and said “you are now mine. And welcome to your new Chem life of cock worship.” Master Hughes told me to get on my feet finally but I was wobbly and week. He shuved me back on the couch and asked “what does slave desire?” I didn’t know what he meant at first, but then my mind just went back to what we were just doing…”may I please have more t Master?” Master Hughes smiled even more and said “right answer!!! Slave is addicted already. Your father is already refilling everything.” I looked over and dad was filling the pipe with a baggie I didn’t see before. I saw a bunch of shards and was glued. Almost drooling. Next to the pipe was a couple more needles lined up. “Don’t worry, you will slam more. But take it slow for now while you relax. You will continue to get high, but enjoy your realization that you have accepted your new role in life like your father did when we first met.” As master was telling me this dad was crushing some shards with his credit card. Divided three huge lines of crushed shards. I was shown with a rolled up $5 bill how to snort a line. Dad made it look fun. I was given the rolled up bill and told to just snort the line like I was taking a nasal spray through the dollar, but to not stop until the line was gone. I thought it be easy. But when I started to snort, it burned like my brain was burning! Immediately I couldn’t open my eyes. It was a lot of stinging. I heard them both laughing ”My boy, you will learn haha. But the other line is meant for your other nostril. Now don’t be to much of a bitch and make us wait” dad said. But before I could complain I felt even hornier and physically sweaty. I forgot for a moment how I just got done smoking and slamming and it all, but I was being shown how to be a true slut and party pig dad told me. He kissed me with his entire tongue engulfing my mouth and throat. I couldn’t believe it. It felt amazing having dads furry chest, beard, and his entire weight of his naked body pressing on me. His hands were holding me all over. Making me feel like a pig at one moment to his lover the next. I just did what he did. Held his face with my hands. Put my tongue all inside his mouth and allowed his tongue inside my throat as deep as he wanted. He pulled me away, looked at me and said “taste like cock and t. Just like me boy. But you still need to finish your other line son. Master was recording again on his phone when I looked. He said “do the line and lion straight into the camera when you do.” I took a moment again, but this time to appreciate the moment. I took the dollar, snorted my other nostril full of crushed shards, and looked right at the camera. My eyes were tearing from the burn. “Who’s the new whore in town? Say it!” Master was looking with a serious evil grin. I looked at dad who just nooded at me. “ i am Master.” ”your what?!?!” ”im the new whore in town.” “Good” master then grabbed me up while still recording. Pointed his phone straight in my face. “Anyone watching this has full permission to fuck you however they want?” now high as kite I just shouted “PLEASE FUCK ME. PLEEEASE. I NEED MORE DICK.” ”Especially poz slave?” I looked right at master Hughes and said “as long as it’s raw.” master stopped recording. Kissed me. And squeezed my balls so hard. He looked at me and said “a lot of people you don’t even know and know will see this video. If a stranger grabs you and tells you to bend over don’t be surprised.” master made me smile saying this which made him smile. “I need to be leaving now slave. But someone or a few people may stop by. I know you want to see Johnny but in due time. You will be playing hooked from classes. And whatever your father tells you you do.” I looked at master and said “please don’t go Master. I need you.” ”Awww slave, but you will appreciate the work I will be doing for you now. But go and be with your father. Incest is a beautiful thing.” with that he left, leaving my balls red from his tight grip, and me wanting more. High as a motherfucker, all the burning I had before made me realize I needed more dick. I couldn’t think of anything else. I turned back to dad who was now putting a needle right at my dick. It pinched but didn’t feel high. He just said “son, I don’t wanna miss out either. In a moment no matter how high you are your dick won’t ne soft. Now do me a favor, start licking your Father’s hole.” Dad forced me on my knees and turned around. I never done this but his big ass was beautiful. It was us alone, high, and finally bonding. His hole was so hot. I stuck my tongue right on his hole and it was like I never tasted anything before. I went further in hearing him moan. “Oooooo yeah son. Let me teach you how to rim a man. I’ll return the favor but you need to be taught how to be a pig in every way.” I kept licking, tasting musk and a little bit of more t. Dad said he put a shard up his ass while I was talking with master. He told me to go further. I did as he said and licked my fathers ass more groaning and licking for what felt like an hour, but the clock on the wall showed just twenty minutes. Meanwhile without noticing, my cock. It was ragging hard. Then while dad was moaning a knock on the door. My dad while moaning said come in without caring I was licking his asshole with my cock out, needles right next to us, no clothes on, and dad just smiling. A man came in with a big smile, but not as big as dads. I couldn’t see with my face still in dads ass. My dad told me don’t be rude and say hello to our guests as I always should. Tweeked, horny, and wet with spit and dads musk on my face I gave a gasp. “Hello Alex. Just got a hot video of you snorting sent to me and had to come see for myself. You need help fucking your dad?” There’s stood a man. Gray hair, average figure, wearing all black and a white collar. “Sure…father O’Brien.” I didn’t know what to think but now a priest was here. And the one I grew up seeing. Is this one of Masters friends…or other slaves? again let me know what you folks think? I’m new but trying. And if you want send me a message. Down to chat and make new pig friends. I myself just got my Prince Albert guaged this Saturday to a 0 and been bottoming like crazy since

“So?” said Curt, “Are you going to be a good little fag boy?” Jamie nodded and replied “I’ll be a good little cocksucker”, licking his lips. Curt slapped him hard across the face and said “You’re going to do a lot more than that” and dragged him over to one of the new guys. The new guy, bigger and meaner looking than Curt and Todd, spat in Jamie’s face and said “Get to work slut.” PART TWO Big Ed enjoyed the view of the kid’s jaw stretched out around his beer can of a dick, and enjoyed even more the look of fear in his eyes when Ed pushed down into his throat, cutting off his air supply. But truth be told, Jamie wasn’t his type: too cute, too innocent looking. He liked boys with more of an edge, who looked like they had been around the block and were used to trading their throats and asses for a carton of cigs or a dime bag. Now, this boy had agreed to fuck with two complete strangers for money and then consented to take on three more, so he probably was the kind of twank Ed liked. But he didn’t look it and the look really turned his crank. Beggars can’t be choosers, though, and he wasn’t picking up the tab tonight. Not for the room, nor the favors, nor the entertainment kneeling in front of him. This was Curt and Todd’s set up and they still liked them like they did in college and Jamie fit that bill. The others has stopped messing with fag boys after they got married and their taste in guys was frozen in time. Ed, though, never stopped and his taste had evolved somewhat. But Jamie was trying and that earned him a little respect and a reward. Big Ed pulled out of the kid’s mouth and gave him two slaps with his heavy cock, then pulled him over to sit on the bed. ”Bring the pipe over here Mick” he called to the fourth guy in the room, a wiry guy who looked like he could do some serious damage in a bar fight. Mick came over with a glass pipe that Ed lit up and told the kid to smoke from. Jamie asked what it was and when he was told it was crystal meth, refused, saying he doesn’t do that. An enraged Curt stormed over and grabbed him by the balls, squeezing hard, instantly deflating Jamie’s hard on. “Bitch! Who said you have any say in what goes in you tonight?!” he bellowed. “Besides, you already smoked some in the joint AND took some G in the beer. So don’t go around pretending you’re gonna stay straight ‘cause that ship has sailed. Now do as you’re told!” He squeezed again for emphasis. Shaking in pain and fear, Jamie took a deep rip and held it like Big Ed told him. Again, Ed said and again and again four more times. He didn’t know what to expect and was exhilarated by the rush and the wave of horniness that washed over him. Without being told, he dove back down on Ed’s huge cock the second Mick took the pipe back. “Looks like the bitch is ready” Mick laughed. “I don’t think he’s going to put up any more resistance tonight.” “We’ll see about that. Get him on all fours” Todd said. Big Ed positioned Jamie on the bed on his hands and knees as Todd told the boy to guzzle down the rest of the spiked beer. As soon as he was done, Ed replaced the bottle at his mouth with his cock and Todd began poking around Jamie’s asshole. He hocked a gob of spit right onto his sphincter and pushed firmly in. If his mouth wasn’t full of Ed, Jamie would have been begging for Todd’s cock, such was the desire that had welled up inside of him from the drugs and the degrading treatment he was receiving. As it was, all he could do was grunt happily as Todd split him open. ”You guys are going to love this puss” Todd exclaimed. “I was worried this used up hooker was going to have a loose cunt but it’s tight as shit. It won’t be when we’re done, though!” He long dicked Jamie, pulling all the way out before slamming back in. He varied the angle of attack, hoping to hurt the boy, but Jamie, in the state he was in, was loving every second of it. Whimpering as Todd’s cock pulled out, moaning as it reentered and grunting as it bottomed out. At the other end, Ed was having a great time, too. He didn’t have to do any work, as Jamie’s body rocked back and forth in rhythm with Todd’s fucking, forcing the boy’s head forward and driving Ed’s thick member through Jamie’s lips. “I’m not going to last long” Ed said, “this punk’s throat is milking me for all its worth.” ”Go ahead and feed the kid” Curt said as he circled around the bed with the camera, jerking off at the sight of the boy getting spit roasted. “We have all night. You can unload in him two, three times, assuming you’ve still got the stamina, old man.” ”Fuck you Curt!” Big Ed took control of the cadence, jackhammering the kid’s face. He couldn’t breathe and he was genuinely scared but he was even more horned up than before, his mysteriously flaccid dick leaking like a sieve. “Here it comes kid” Ed roared. He pulled back so that only the first third was in Jamie and began shooting volley after volley of cum. “Don’t swallow until I tell you” he ordered as the boy’s mouth filled up with the huge load. When he was done, he lifted Jamie’s face up by the chin and told him to open up and show him. The kid did as he was told and Curt got a good close up on video of his cum filled mouth. Ed, Curt and Mick each took a turn spitting into Jamie’s mouth and Ed said “Now swallow bitch.” Watching all this pushed Todd to the edge and he hunched over the boy’s back and rabbit fucked him, fast and hard. “Here’s the first load of many, faggot” he panted. Jamie, his mouth now free for the first time since he started getting fucked replied “Yeah, breed my hole man, flood my guts with your sperm. I’m just your cumbucket.” With a yell, Todd spasmed and unloaded in the ass he had paid for. He pumped a few more times and then yanked it out unceremoniously and walked over to shove his cummy dick into Jamie’s mouth. “Clean up your mess bitch.” Ed and Todd sat down on the sofa and lit up the pipe again, a pipe that Mick had been steadily hitting as he watched the show and fondled himself. Curt circled Jamie with the camera, zooming in on the drenched pouch of his jockstrap and on his now slightly gaping hole. He narrated his video with degrading talk about the wrecked young escort. He then shoved three fingers into the boy’s hole pulling them out covered in cum and feeding it back to him. All on camera, of course. Todd stood up and made his way to the bathroom. For the first time, the fifth guy spoke up. He had been silently watching from the doorway the whole time, contemplatively taking drags from a hand rolled cigarette as he took in the view. He said “Where you going bro?” “Gotta take a leak. What’s your name again? And why are you still here?” Todd replied contemptuously. Guy number five was different than the rest, no more than ten years older than Jamie, probably late twenties. While the other four screamed “square, suburban dad”, #5 had a gym toned body(the kind optimized for aesthetics, probably never played a sport in his life), a stylish haircut and several tattoos along with pierced cock. “I’m Travis” he said cooly, “Remember? I’m the guy who supplied you with your party favors. Without which your boy might not be so compliant. And without which you would all have tina dick. So mind your manners.” Chastened, Todd mumbled an apology and turned back toward the bathroom. Travis called out “Hey man, why waste it? You’ve got a perfectly good urinal right there” pointing at Jamie fruitlessly fiddling with his soft cock on the bed. Curt smiled wickedly and led Jamie to the bathroom, followed by the others.

Yes, I think CumUnion parties are for you. At the one in San Francisco there's one sling in a dark section, but men do watch and join. But if you're more of an exhibitionist, there are well-lighted benches in an open area where you can take anon loads while others watch and join in. At least one other sling, too. Sometimes the open area can seem empty-ish but that's only because it's so large. I've yet to be there when it's super crowded, but there's always been a good crowd, and if you're not choosy about who fucks or cums in you, then it's perfect.

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 “.

In my earlier years I tried playing with my dad and stepdad (two different times). With both I waited until they were showering then waited for the water to turn off. So I would walk in on them after they got out but could pretend I didn't hear that the shower was on before. My stepdad covered up right away and told me to get out, my dad just dried off naked in front of me. So I sat on the edge of the tub and talked to my dad while he was naked and then asked if I could touch his dick. He asked why and I said I don't know, but for some reason he walked up to me and let me touch it which became kind of holding it then I started squeezing it. He said it was enough and walked into his closet to change. If he had let me suck him I would've done it. Nowadays probably not just to avoid the drama lol

Chapter 17: Flu Season It wasn't even 2 weeks before I noticed a rash on my hands. My partner and I had fucked several times in the woods recently just for a change of scenery and I thought I had poison ivy. I was also feeling fatigued, but just attributed it to my heavy school schedule and my partner breeding me 2 or 3 times daily. We both knew what I wanted, or should I say needed, and we worked our hardest at achieving our ultimate goal. One night, I broke out in profuse sweats. My partner sensed that something was wrong, and jumped into bed with me. I told him I felt like shit, and he smiled and said baby, I think you are pregnant. Your body is reacting to my HIV which is starting to take over your body. He kissed me and said don't worry, it shouldn't last for long, maybe a week or so. As crappy as I felt, I told him to breed me. Let's make sure it's the fuk flu and not just a bad cold. He fucked me for like 45 minutes before breeding me. He fell asleep with his still hard cock in my ass. That next morning he woke me and said he made an appointment for me with the doctor. The doctor was overjoyed to see us, and immediately drew a blood sample from my arm. He laughed and said he called it a pregnancy test for guys! The doctor then felt my lymph glands, and he said that along with the other symptoms it was a good sign that I was seroconverting. He advised us that it would take a day or so for the blood work, but that we should continue to fuck, regardless of how bad I felt. We laughed and said what do you think we did last night?

Always inside! Hate watching porn just to see a condom or a pull out.

Oh I don't refuse any load now. Regardless from who it's from. 🐷 I'll be up the Heath soon or have a hotel where the sole purpose is to be used, loaded and spent.

there is absolutely nothing wrong with a willing cockhungry, cumthirsty, cocksucking faggot getting don on his knees to suck his biological fathers cock and drink his cum. any femboy cumdumpster like me with an unquenchable thirst for cum and hunger for hard cock probably should be sucking off his father, brothers, male cousins, uncles and any other relatives or friends who want to get a really good NSA blowjob from a talented cocksucker. I am proud of having sucked off my biological father, both biological brother, 2 cousins and an uncle and even more proud to say that 5 of them also blew loads into my pussy from fucking me. l absolutely LOVE sucking my fathers big, meaty, veiny cock. I am a lucky faggot who actually is blessed by drinking his fathers cum and once in awhile, having my biological father fuck me up the ass and blow his load in my t-girl fuckhole. there is no cock in the world that I would rather suck.

I literally can't decide what to do now. I've been poz since 2006. Meditated most of the time. Went full blown from 2019-21. Now I'm borderline on meds, but every medication they give me causes insane side effects from immense weight gain to lactic acidosis, hepatic inflammation, and diabetes. So basically I am dying at the age of 37 and I get to choose what from? I will choose to go balls to the fucking wall burn up faster than the Challenger.

I had full blown Aids. I have no regrets I new that I’d be hiv positive at some point due to my lifestyle and addiction to sex with anonymous men. I’m still looking for men for regular anonymous meetings. I was on the cumdump network but started to receive harassment from haters and people against bugchasers etc. I’m very happy to meet Hiv positive men who like breeding. All welcome I’m usually available when not traveling

GO4IT! Half the fun of the chase is the journey!

2. The Perfect Slave Jesse’s reading a book on a chaise lounge by the pool, but he keeps losing his place. The shirtless pool man—most definitely a man, not a pool boy—glances his way a couple of times from the far end of the pool. This guy has to be, Jesse thinks, one of the most ruggedly handsome men he’s ever seen, even from this distance. Slim waist, washboard abs, broad shoulders, longish sun-lightened brown hair, scruffy beard with a full mustache and hairy sideburns, and chest hair that aches to have a hand run through it. He’s mister fantasy cowboy in gym short instead of chaps. No, more like one of those perfect guys in magazine ads for expensive watches or name-brand colognes—water beaded on sculpted pecs—pictures he jerked off to back in his Long Island bedroom. The pool man squats holding his pH testing tubes up to the sun, his lats glisten with sweat, a tuft of black hair under his arm, muscular butt fills out his black gym shorts, thighs taut in a crouch, calves flexed, extra-large bare feet. Satisfied with the pH levels, he dumps the tube's liquid on the deck. He snaps up his kit and returns it to the shed where vacuum hoses, chlorine canisters, and other paraphernalia of his trade are kept. Jesse shoves his face back in his book searching for where he left off. Absently he runs a hand over his newly-buzzed scalp. He’s totally caught off guard when the pool man calls over to him, “Hey, Cue-ball, what’cha readin’?” The pool man closes the shed doors and saunters around the pool in a stride that conveys supreme confidence. An unmistakable oscillation in his gym shorts leaves no question as to why he’s so confident. He sits on the edge of the adjoining chaise across from Jesse, folds his hands in front of him, elbows on knees leaning forward, the bare tip of foreskin peeking out from a leg of his loose silk shorts. “Looks dirty.” Jesse feels his face flush as he again runs his hand self-consciously over his shaved head (a late night inspiration of Mr. McPherson's, reluctantly agreed to by him before he was allowed to go off to his quarters). In a way the buzz cut gives him a feeling of renewal, but he’s still getting used to it. Jesse flips the book around and inspects the two Tom of Finland men fucking on the cover. Trying to sound casual, he reads aloud the title: "The Perfect Slave." “’Hah!” croaks the man. “Mac gave you a manual?” “I dunno. It was in my room," Jesse says, squinting into the sun. "I think it's just a made-up story.” He only now notices some disturbing welts on the man’s wide shoulders he hadn't seen from far away. “All the books in my room are about slaves and masters and junk. Some of them are really nasty, but this one not so much.” Jesse feels the man studying him. His dark olive eyes land on Jesse’s underwear. Shading his brow, curious to get a better look at the man, he sits up on the chaise and asks, “Is 'Mac' Mr. McPherson?” “Mac is what me and Tommy call him, yeah." He reaches out to shake hands. His big mitt fully engulfs Jesse's small paw. "I'm Eros." His grip is really strong, leaving Jesse’s hand a little sore. “Don’t tell anyone," he whispers conspiratorially, "but my name’s really Eric, but Mac and Dante had other ideas. So Eros it is! Me and Tommy are in the shack down by the walkway.” “I’m Jesse. But Cue-ball sounds about right,” Jesse says, grinning. “Yeah, I seen the shack. Looks small for two guys.” “S’okay. Works for me and Mr. T—Tommy. T does the gardening, I do the pool. Sometimes we do Mac and Dante. Sometimes they do us,” Eros explains with a broad smile. He’s taken aback by something else he didn’t see from far away: Eros has a few missing teeth. He assumes with his flawless frame and face he'd be perfect—Jesse scans his furry six-pack abs, his cut arms and legs, his brown hair he’s putting into a ponytail—but up close he can pick out minor oddities: a bruise under an eye, the nervous clenching and unclenching of his jaw, two grisly scars along his right wrist, more than a few nasty purple bruises inside the crook of his arms and a nasty one on his ankle. “So what’s Mac’s book teaching you about being a perfect slave?” Eros asks, nodding at the book. “It's just a dumb story. Um, I haven’t read that much." "What's it about?" Eros leans back, his black armpit hair sticks out, glistening with sweat from the earlier pool vacuuming. Jesse bets this man doesn’t trim anything. "So far? I guess it’s about these two guys who meet this older master, and one of them gets scared and runs off. But in a couple of months, because he didn't hear from his friend, the guy who ran off gets worried and goes back to the master’s house and sees the master has trained his friend to be like the perfect slave." Eros looks at him intensely, like no one has ever looked at him before. It makes him nervous and he begins chattering faster. "Like, I don't know, like he didn’t even know his friend anymore. Like his friend was completely buff now, and, like, worked out every minute and had this totally shredded body, but he isn’t all there.” Jesse taps his temple. He sees that Eros is looking up at Mr. McPherson's window. “That’s as far as I....” his voice trails off. “Sounds oddly familiar,” Eros says, distracted. Jesse looks up and sees Mr. McPherson opening the balcony door—naked, per usual, he’s come to realize. “Jesse," he calls down. "You ought to put on a cap. There should be several in your closet. And Eros, tell Tommy there’s a shipment of plants I want him to pick up at the dock.” “Aye-aye, Cap'n,” Eros calls back up to him. “I’ll let him know.” Mr. McPherson thanks him, gives him a mock salute, and goes back inside. Eros looks sideways at Jesse, and flashes a provocative wink. “Your shoulders are getting a little red, my man. I have sunscreen in my shack. Come over and I’ll do your shoulders. You're back could probably use some too.” Jesse grins, replies, “Aye-aye, Eros.” He likes that Eros doesn’t even ask if he wants him to put sunscreen on him, just assumes he would. He guessed right. Eros leaves by the side gate and Jesse goes in his studio to look for a hat. He opens his closet and, sure enough, several caps line the top shelf. He picks up a black leather one, tries it on and, in the full length mirror on the back of the door, likes what he see: a guy he imagines looks a little tough, with kind of a butch air that Eros might like. It’s certainly better than his stupid lightbulb head. Satisfied, he comes back outside into the bright sunlight, exits through the same gate Eros used, and bounds down the shady walkway. It’s cool under the canopy of trees. Waves brake softly on the other side of the dunes. A chorus of chickadees and wrens peep and chirp from the branches above him. He passes a trickling fountain set in the middle of a koi pond on his right, close to the house. In the dark water fat speckled gold and ruby red carp swim, burbling up their large mouths to the surface before plunging down into the green mossy depths. Following the walkway downhill, a faded pink shack lies on his left before the walkway veers off to the boat dock. In front of the house, Eros chats with a slim blond guy. This presumably is Tommy. Smaller than Eros but definitely defined, the guy has a scraggly beard and is clipping low branches off a large oak as they talk. He’s in ripped denim cutoffs, work boots, no shirt, and is covered in tattoos from ankles to neck. He stops mid-snip when he sees Jesse. “Cue-ball,” Eros hollers at him. “Come meet T.” Jesse approaches tentatively. There’s something sketchy in the way T’s eyeing him. He’s staring at Jesse’s underwear for starters and that makes him suddenly self-conscious. The guy’s blond hair is stringy, long and unkempt like he never met a comb. There doesn’t look like there’s an inch of skin not covered on his chest and arms. As he approaches he notices not even a single finger is without some kind of mark or symbol on it. Across his chest and arms, skulls, top-hatted skeletons, names and words, and a lot of angry animals vie for room on his torso: a roaring lion, a panthers with bloody claws that cling to his ribs, a growling wolf, a snapping shark, a gnarly octopus reaches his tentacles into his cutoffs. Some are poorly drawn, kind of amateurish, some unfinished, like an eight ball on his neck seems to have been abandoned half-way through. One tattoo, however, has Jesse mesmerized: a realistically drawn twelve-inch wooden ruler, one exactly like he'd had in St. Teresa’s Catholic school, one he’d gotten his knuckles rapped more than once for talking back to Sister Helena. It’s accurate right down to the yellow-brown wood grain, with numbered markings down the side notched by eighths of an inch. It travels from the T’s wrist to the crook of his arm. “Like what you see, friend?” Tommy asks, sneering at Jesse whose mouth gapes like one of the carp in the pond. The guy pulls out a pack of Marlboros and lights up. “He sure is a biddy one, in’t he?” he remarks to Eros. “He Mac’s new chew toy?” He blows out the match and flicked it toward Jesse. "You the new chew toy, boy?" “Suppose he is. But he looks right size to me. A pretty pup—” Eros plucks the smoke from Tommy’s mouth, takes a drag and returns it, playfully cuffing Tommy’s chin. “And that’s a fact. Don’t mind him, Cue-ball. He was raised by a pack of wolves so don’t know no better. Takes him a while to warm up, but he eventually does. You just have to scratch his belly.” Eros overpowers T, surprising him, wrapping his arm around his waist and tickles his ribs. Tommy’s doesn’t seem like someone prone laughter and hates it when Eros does this. He tries to feign anger but enjoys Eros' riling nonetheless, shouting, "The fuck off me, motherfucker," pushing Eros away forcefully enough to send the big guy to his butt into the ground ivy. "Asshole," he says, trying to regain his composure while suppressing a smirk. He pushes back his hair and manages to regain his initial scowl, which appears to be his go-to expression. Jesse notices, though, against this tough guy shell, his alert blue eyes, wide smile forced out by Eros, his button nose and apple cheeks, his features fight the supposed gruff guy exterior. Without the tats, scowl and maybe a haircut, he could be the boy next door, the one that dated your sister but snuck into your room late at night and fucked you silly. Where’d that idea come from, Jesse wonders? It’s from the book, it dawns on him, the character that ran away. Weird. Still, it doesn’t make him like Tommy any better. He’s nobody’s chew toy. Tommy feels Jesse staring at him, probably judging him. He spits out, “So Mac fuck you like you never been fucked before, am I right?” Somehow, even after wrestling with Eros, he manages to keep his cigarette parked in the side of his mouth. He coolly takes a draw and calmly exhales with popping smoke rings. Jesse stiffens his lower lip not wanting to respond. Tommy leans his clippers against the tree, saying, “That’s what I thought. Your bow legs give you away.” He turns to Eros who glares at him from the ground. “Tell Mac I’ll bring the plants back in the golf cart." “Sure thing, Oscar,” Eros says, getting up and brushing dirt off his butt. “What you say to me?” Tommy snarls at Eros. Eros rises to his full height, towering over Tommy. “I said, sure thing…Oscar.” The two stare each other down, frozen like statues. Finally, Tommy flicks his cigarette into Eros’ chest and then leaps onto the walkway. As he disappears behind an overgrown thicket of blackberries, he yells back to Jesse, "Awesome cap." Eros brushed off the remaining dirt. “Well, that's T to a T." “Why’d he get so pissed when you called him Oscar?” "Oscar who lived in a garbage can? Well, when I first met T he was living out of a dumpster. Well, he didn't actually live in the dumpster, exactly.” Eros thinks about it for a second. “But pretty much. He don’t like being reminded of those days." Eros looks off in the direction of the dock. "Believe me, he's not always a dick, even if he seems like one.” He hops up on the walkway pulling Jesse up after him. “If you say so.” They follow an offshoot from the main walkway to the shack. “No, really. He’s a good guy. We've been together a long time,” Eros says, searching his pockets and pulling out a key. “How long?” “Dunno. Long time.” Eros seems cagey about the subject. “See, I want to be a tattoo artist. Not much use for a pool guy in winter, right? And I don't wanna be stuck here forever. T's been letting me practice on him. Gives me an idea and I go on Mac's computer and find a stencil." He unlocks the door and stops in the doorway. "Maybe you let me practice on you sometime.” “Maybe,” Jesse returns, noncommittally. Eros motions for Jesse to come in. “Lasciate ogne speranza!” he melodramatically recites. To Jesse’s ear it’s such incredibly bad Italian he barks out a laugh, but quickly returns in equally feigned seriousness, “Voi ch’intrate,” as he goes through the door. “Say what?” Eros snorts, confused but somewhat miffed at Jesse's suspected snub in what sounded like pretty authentic Italian. He doesn’t like not having the upper hand. “It’s the rest of the line from The Inferno, ‘Abandon all hope…ye who enter here’,” Jesse explains. “The nuns loved to scare us with all that nine circles of hell crap. And my grandpa…when I was little, he lived with us—never spoke one word of English—it was one of the only books he brought over with him. He use to read it to me. I remember crying one time cause he got so carried away with the devil part. He distracted me by having us watch some wrestling match. Became our Friday ritual." Jesse glances at Eros. “Bruno Sammartino, God he loved him. You look like him a little. If you had a bigger nose.” He’s rambling because, whether he knows it or not, he’s so goddamn envious of what he see looking around the shack. "It’s not exactly what I expected hell to look like,” he says, trying to make a joke of it. The shack’s small, but a perfect breeze flows through the many windows. The forest might as well be part of the room. Dappled light plays across the lacquered floorboards. A worn wooden counter runs along one wall, next to a sink with a little round mirror hanging on a string, a mini-fridge and a hot plate. Across from the counter a gray futon lies on the floor, a beat-up dresser next to it. “Funny. Hmm. I still haven’t met him yet. Dante,” Jesse remarks, absorbing the life he feels in here. “Didn’t know there was a second line.” Eros’ face has clouded over, like a rainstorm approaching. “That’s all Dante said when he showed me the place the first time. Lasciate ogne speranza.” Paraphernalia’s strewn on the dresser includes a packet of cigarettes, a glass pipe in a ceramic ashtray, lighter, several cellophane baggies of white powder, and a dozen or so orange capped syringes. Eros notes Jesse freeze when he sees the needles. "Thought T had cleaned up," he says. Jesse feels the weight of Eros staring at him again. A tense silence shrouds the room since he’d spied the syringes. Jesse instinctively goes to the opposite corner of the room to examine some pornographic stencils thumbtacked to the closet door. “Yeah, maybe you could do that—give me a tattoo. Like, two stars maybe, here and here," he says, pointing to his hip bones. "I always seen that on porn guys—not that I think I’m a porn guy.” Studiously he examines a stencil of a very phallic looking snake. “Not really me. Awhile back I got a fish tattooed on my ankle. Cause I’m Pisces.” He angles his foot to show Eros, who’s cooling looking at him. Jesse points to the scorpion tattoo on the back of Eros’ hand. “You’re Scorpio, right? I bet that hurt, tattoo on bones and all.” Eros keeps quietly staring at him. "Pisces and Scorpies get along real good," he babbles, suddenly hearing what an idiot he sounds like. He becomes quiet waiting for Eros to say something. One of the bamboo blinds catches a breeze, and unrolls with a snap against the windowsill. Jesse winces. Eros goes over and ties back up the blind. “The scorpion means something else.” Eros seems about to add more, but changes his mind. The earlier mood has been deflating by the second since they entered. Jesse's shoulders begin to sag. Eros tells him, “Sit or lay down and I’ll do your shoulders, so you can get back to your slave book.” Jesse think for a second about just leaving—about crying, actually—but instead kneels onto the futon and then lays down. Eros pauses, then asks, "You want skivvies on or off?” Without a second’s thought, Jesse pulls off his underwear. He hears Eros above him hold his breath before suddenly bursting into a fit of laughter. “Fuckin’ A, boy! That is the whitest ass I’ve ever seen!” Eros can’t help himself now. He’s escalated to braying! “C’mon, you’re blinding me, kid! Where’s my fuckin’ sunglasses?” Fucking donkey, Jesse thinks, but keeps it to himself. Eros remains genuinely committed to ridicule. The longer it goes on the more Jesse can’t help but start to break down his defensiveness. It's probably more relief than belief that his white ass is as hysterical as Eros’ guffaws make it out. But still it makes him titter at Eros under his armpit. In return the pool man he'd met back on the chaise returns an expansive, tooth-gapped grin. It’s funny and stupid and meaningless all at the same time. Eros plops on the futon to his left and draws an ‘S’ with the suntan lotion down his back all the way to his tailbone. Eros gives out a few last blurts, but he’s getting into his task. The boy’s smooth back and bubble butt, white as it is, also helps. A little cold dribble trails from Jesse’s coccyx into his crack. Eros massages the lotion over Jesse's back, kneading his shoulder with a firm grip. Jesse melts into the futon. The strong musk of two men wafts up from the pillow. He tries to ignore it as best he can lest he spring an immediate boner. Eros forcefully applies pressure over his back and slides greasy hands along the sides of his ribcage. “Fuck, Eros, you’re great at this,” he says. He’s beginning to feel like putty in the rugged man’s hands—which kind of is the plan of him coming to the shack, well, before he’d encountered Tommy. “Folks say I’m the best." Eros grazes his hairy chest over Jesse’s back with the excuse of rubbing lotion on Jesse’s extended right arm. "And not just putting on sunscreen,” he brags shamelessly. He glides slippery lotion around each of Jesse’s butt cheeks, then draws a line down each of his legs, rubbing it in and around the sides of his thighs. “Your legs are so smooth. Mac shave you last night?” he asks softly, massaging his left calve, then running his palm inside his thigh stopping as he brushes Jesse’s taint. Between the smell of Eros and Tommy buried in the pillow and Eros’ increasing erotic touch, Jesse feels an inevitable erection coming on. He shifts his hips for a second to free his hardening dick, but the move coincides with Eros’ gliding his fingers close enough to Jesse’s crack that it causes a slight detour. Eros’ pinky and ring fingers slip easily inside Jesse’s sloppy butthole. The boy can’t help but yelp in instant surprise overlapping with pleasure. Eros smiles to himself and keeps massaging, as if spreading lotion always involved sticking fingers up someone’s ass. “You’re lucky,” Eros says, not losing a beat. He puts his full weight into Jesse's thighs, wrapping his hand under to massage the top side of his leg along with the back. Jesse’s smooth balls get their share of Eros’ furry fingers grazing his testicles. “Hair’s always getting caught up wherever, when I’m getting greased." His hands slip under both sides of Jesse's pelvis. Then, in an opposite motion, Eros presses down with the heels of his hands pulling Jesse’s ass cheeks apart. "Your hole is smooth, too, I bet,” Eros says, examining his sphincter. A dollop of spit drools onto the hole and then a finger follows up. “Yep. You’ll never need to shave that pretty bung hole. That's an A-1 puckerer if even I saw one. And that’s no lie.” Jesse doesn’t know how to respond, but knows he doesn’t want Eros to stop. “Thank you?” Jesse weakly proposes in his state of arousal. Eros released another string of spit collecting in the crevice. “Mmm,” Jesse murmurs. Giving into desire, he pushes out his ring so it opens slightly. Eros uses his finger to swirl his saliva around the small opening. Like an undulating worm, his index finger crawls inside the entrance, eliciting a deep moan from Jesse. Eros licks his other fingers, and slides his full palm inside. Once he feels Jesse accepts his hand, he rocks in and out. “You like that, baby?” Jesse groans a deep, gratifying affirmative. With Jesse’s hole submitting, Eros tries a couple of fingers from his other hand. Now six fingers occupy Jesse’s hole. Jesse can’t help but grunt as Eros pulls open his ring from side to side, massaging both inside and outside the hole. Eros lets drop another large dollop of spit that seeps down into the gaped opening. Jesse whimpers as Eros has three fingers from each hand now pulling his sphincter apart. Eros rocks his fingers in and out, pulling the interior walls in opposite directions. He lowers himself just above the boy’s ear, “How’s that for you? You want me to keep going?” “Yesssss,” Jesse wheezes, pressing his ass up into Eros’ expert hands. “Fuck, Eros, Mr. McPherson gave you the right name.” Eros withdraws one hand and with his other adds his pinky finger into Jesse's open butt, immediately following up with the whole palm of his other hand. “Two hands, eight fingers, kiddo. Mac really opened you up nicely. Your hole is really hungry, isn’t it, baby?” Jesse affirms, mm-hm. “Did he fist you?” “No. But I've always fantasized about it.” The shack is quiet for some time as Eros feels inside Jesse's body, pulling his ass apart, spying deep into his colon. With his face smooshed into the bed, Jesse confesses, "I seen a lot of fisting on the internet and I always wanted to be a guy that rides a fist." "From my experience, it's mostly a psychological barrier." Eros’ palms turn one way then the other, causing all kinds of grunts to erupt out of Jesse. “Got my scorpie stinger fully inside you, buddy, but I don’t know if you’re ready to take a fist as big as mine. I got extremely big paws and they don’t collapse. Mac and Dante can take 'em but more than likely a first timer’s a no-go." "No. Keep going, Eros," Jesse urges, face muffled in the pillow, fully enraptured by Eros’ and Tommy’s scent, loving the sensation of this hot man inside his rectum. "Okay, I’ll go slow and you tell me if it starts to hurt.” He pulls his hand out, opening the bottom dresser drawer and gets out a can of grease. He applies a heaping amount over his hand and pushes some inside Jesse's hole. He slips two fingers back in and, with the pads of his fingers, coats the walls as far into the kid’s rectum as he’s able. He slides four fingers in fairly easily, but at the web between his finger and thumb the boy flinches. He tries again, slower this time, but Jesse recoils with a cry in the futon. "Baby, you're probably sore from last night. You might need a break." Jesse turns on his side not ashamed to show Eros' how his hand has turned him on. His rigid cock points straight up, his newly upgraded 6 gauge P.A. falls heavily to the side. “Look at you with your hard on and P.A.,” Eros chuckles, giving the ring a tug. "Maybe you can use just your dick then," Jesse suggests, helpfully. He’s never wanted a man inside him like this before. Mr. McPherson definitely opened his floodgates. The door swings open and Tommy returns home. Jesse quickly turns onto the futon burying his hard-on together with his not-well-thought-out plan. Tommy absorbs the scene, and begins washing dirt off his hands. “Hey, don’t let me stop you." He turns off the water and picks up a towel. "Awesome P.A., chew toy,” he teases, playfully smirking. Eros’ cock is tenting his shorts. He says to Tommy, “What do you think, T? My man, here, wants to take his first fist and we all know my big mitt is to too much for a newbie." “Eros!” Jesse quickly interjects, “I thought it was just you and me." "I’m hurt, kid," Tommy says, disingenuously, finishing drying his hands. “You cut me deep. Maybe all I wanna do is watch Eros rip apart a punk's fuckhole.” Jesse has his face buried in the futon. Eros sticks two fingers into Jesse butt. Jesse grabs his hand and yanks it out. This makes Eros growl and slap his ass, hard. Jesse yelps and sits against the wall, his hard-on still completely rigid. Jesse pouts, his arms wrapped around his knees, his balls hiding his butthole. “I think,” says Eros slowly to Tommy, “my man came here to get his first fist, and Mr. T, with his human-size mitts, is the perfect one for cherry popping.” Jesse bites his lower lip, considers his options, seeing Tommy eyeing him, waiting to see what he has to say. “Maybe he don’t wanna fist me,” he says. “He don’t even like me.” Tommy studies Jesse, takes in Eros' bulging shorts, and sniggers, “I like you okay, but I'm more interesting in fisting you.” He jumps down next to Jesse and plays with his P.A. Seeing the boy sitting there compromised, maybe a bit humiliated, but at the same time defiant, brings out some empathy for the punk. “Sorry ‘bout earlier,” T says, still toying with his P.A. “Sometimes I'm an asshole—sometimes a dick. You caught me being both." He takes a bead of pre-cum off Jesse's ring and licks it. "How’s ‘bout me and Eros get naked with you, smoke a peace pipe, and see where that goes,” Tommy says, the forest light catching his blue eyes, teeth shining beneath sandy blond whiskers. He unbuttons his cutoffs, and slips them over his work boots, revealing a growing hard-on beneath a shaved but colorful crotch. Where the pubes would be, the smooth area is dominated by a red and black demon tattoo whose mouth ends with Tommy's dick sprouting out like a big pink tongue. “How’s that sound, Chewbacca?" The proposition persuades; the demon dick seals the deal. Jesse nods his head excitedly. Eros brings over a full bowl and lighter. They sit cross-legged in a circle passing around the glass pipe. Tommy shows Jesse how to shotgun, and once he gets the hang of it, he shotguns Eros and Eros shotguns Tommy. After the pipe makes a few rounds, Eros strips off his shorts springing to life his dark, fat uncut cock, its pink head poking through monumental foreskin. He lays Jesse on the mattress and dry humped his hairy torso against Jesse smooth body. Tommy tilts the pair to their sides and takes up frotting Jesse from the back. Sandwiched Jesse writhes in heaven. Eros goes down on Jesse, and Jesse almost loses his mind. The rough beard and mustache tortures his skin. He twists his head around and sticks his mouth on Tommy, then urges Tommy to get higher up the bed so he can suck his demon dick. Close up, he sees the pantheon of small experimental tattoos Eros has created. All are filthy and beautiful. Hairy gorilla-men with huge cocks and giant nipples, fucking, sucking, eating ass, bald demons fist-fucking startled, orgasming boys, phallic aliens spurting fountains of cum, men transforming into wolves, bears into men, men into beasts. Tommy’s pelvis is a temple of perversion. Jesse ogles them all, touching each degenerate image. He sees bravery in Tommy putting his imagination and desires on permanent display, how much he doesn’t give a shit what the world thinks of him or his desires. He wants to be like him, wants Eros to carve images like those into him, too. He sucks on the demon tongue, getting Tommy fully aroused, showing him he can swallow his demon to its root. And Tommy’s fine with that, pressing the kid’s head against his pubic bone, skullfucking him hard. Images come alive to Jesse as he accepts Tommy’s cock down his throat. He gags only a few times, and each time it makes Tommy more excited. Jesse’s mind wanders as he’s sucking cock. The illustrated performance of degenerate acts becomes a roadmap of where he wants to travel and how to get there. He grabs Tommy’s hand—the one with the wooden ruler—and puts it between his legs, shoving it into his crack and grinds on it. Jesse releases Tommy’s rod and relaxes against Eros’ chest. Tommy lifts a leg, Eros lifts his other and inches them back against the wall. Both legs in the air, Jesse’s puckering hole now fully exposed, Tommy touches it was a dollop of grease. "Give him some amyl," Tommy suggests, holding one of Jesse legs while Eros fumbles with the dresser drawer and takes out a wooden box. He opens it and brings out a capsule. Jesse looks up to Eros curiously. "It’s like poppers only stronger,” Eros assures him. “Don’t worry. I got ya." Eros breaks a capsule under Jesse nose and tells him to breathe deep. Jesse obeys and feels his morality shed like snake skin. "Oh, fuck, yeah," he breathes, as Tommy pushes in a ball of grease. It feels incredibly slimy and he feels incredibly sleazy—loving this new state of mind. "Aw, shit, man. Yeah! Stick that shit up my ass," he bellows. "Hey Tommy, I think he likes it," Eros gloats, pulling Jesse’s legs farther apart. Tommy knits his brow and pushes in more grease, making sure it fully coats Jesse rectum. Four fingers easily slide in, as Jesse’s anal nerve endings catch fire. He melts back into Eros' pelt, and runs his peach fuzz cheek against his fur, running his fingers up to the man’s powerful shoulders, then down through Eros' armpits. He slathers the wetness he finds there across his palm, holds the man’s scent to his nose, then sticks his fingers in his mouth. He savors the acrid taste, at the same time giving Tommy more access to his guts. He feels his ass being probed and stretched by a knowing hand. The amyl seduces his mind, surrendering to these two experts, craving their control and wanting them to mold him in the fashion they were molded. The more perverse the better. "Up to the fleshy part of my thumb,” reports Tommy. His other hand slowly strokes his hard-on. "Three big hits,” Eros says. “Ready?" He breaks a second capsule and holds Jesse tightly, holding the chemical under his nose, getting a heady waft of it himself. Jesse feels lightheaded, swoons after the third huff, tries to avoid any more by tilting his head away, but Eros hold his head fast, not allowing him to move. He orders Jesse to keep inhaling and to hold it until he, Eros, permits him to release. Jesse holds it in. Obeying Eros is instinctual. His mind reels with obscene thoughts of what he wants Eros and T to do to him. Most of all he wants Tommy’s hand to impale his hole. Eros tells him can exhale. Jesse is wild as he draws breath. "Yeah, fist my hole open, T. Wreck it, wreck my hole!" Tommy's hand slides in as Jesse yowls, his sphincter squeezing the fleshy part of Tommy’s hand, which of course pushes Tommy’s hand in deeper, quickly slurping up to the wrist inside the burning virgin cavern. "That's it, good job," Eros murmured in his ear, holding his legs with his forearms, lightly playing with his nipples. But a sudden panic flares up inside Jesse’s bowels. His body sets off alarm bells with the realization of a large foreign object now resides inside his body. "Take it out. Get it out," he wails, clamping his asshole. "Dude, I can't. Relax. You're squeezing too hard. Give him another cap, Eros." Eros scoops up another amyl, breaks it and holds Jesse's head firmly until he feels the boy surrender in his arms. "Enjoy it, baby,” he growls seductively. “Feel T's hand inside you. It's a man's hand that has you. Feel how he controls you with the slightest movement of his fingers." Tommy enacts exactly what Eros is saying as he says it. “Feel how T’s touching the most intimate parts of your body. It’s your virginity being deflowered.” On cue, Tommy twists his hand feeling the vast internal wall of the boy’s rectum, feeling the heat and wetness of this enraptured creature under his control. “Feel,” Eros whispers, “how he can twirl a finger and tease parts of you open that have never been touched. You can’t stop him even if you wanted. I’m holding you open and T is probing you. And, besides, you don’t want it to stop.” “I don’t,” Jesse gasps in complete agreement. “The fucker’s really opening,” Tommy says, feeling a new depth he can get to. Feeling his hand reach the proper depth, he starts curling his fingers toward his palm. "Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. T, what are you doing?" Jess asks incredulously, not being able to see anymore, only feeling the strangest sensation of Tommy doing something inside him, a feeling he never in a millions years could imagine. "What is that?" "I'm rolling my hand into a ball.” He pauses: mission accomplished. “You've got your first fist in you, dude. You’ve taken my fist. How's that feel, motherfucker?" Tommy watches any strain melt from Jesse face, as he slowly rotates his fist inside the kid's body. "You like being my hand puppet, Chewbacca? Huh?" He pulses it only slightly to let the kid know he’s got total control of his bowels. "Yeah. I wanna be your meat puppet, T," Jesse confesses, opening his eyes, taking Tommy in for first time since taking his hand. He looks up into Eros' face. "I've got T's fist in me, Eros. Fuck, it’s so fuckin’ good," he rasps, as Tommy twists it back and forth. He feels Tommy starting to pull out. He pleads, emphatically, "No, no, no. Leave it in." Tommy releases it back in. Jesse runs a finger down Tommy's forearm tracing the inches of the ruler to see how far in he is. Tommy sees what he was after. "I'm in two inches, fucker," he says, stroking his cock. "Fuck," is all Jesse can say in amazement. Eros exchanges a look with Tommy. Tommy nods. Eros lays Jesse back on the mattress and breaks another amyl under the boy’s nose. Jesse put up no resistance. His arms fall open like he’s on a crucifix. He relishes how far away he is, how good he feels, breathes in the amyl over and over, getting completely lost in the gauze of his mind. He’s the Good Thief on the cross. He’s a Roman soldier. He’s the spear that’s piercing him. He’s entered the first circle of Hell and loving it. Tommy opens his hand, pulls it out slightly, then slides it back in. Jesse grabs his knees and mutters fuck me over and over. Tommy and Eros give each other knowing smile. Tommy slowly works up to piston-fisting without ever coming out of the boy’s chute. He notes how much of the broadest part of his hand can stretch apart the boy’s hole. He coolly observes how much Jesse is getting off on being stretched. Feeling his power and control over the kid, Tommy rock hard cock leaks pre-cum. Eros approvingly watches T getting ready to use Jesse’s hole. He sees him bend over the kid and helps him to lube up his rigid pole. Tommy pumps his hand to the fleshiest part of his palm, where he expands Jesse’s hole to its maximum stretch. Jesse relishes the stretch now, grimacing at first, but slowly coming round to desiring this sensation. Once Tommy knows Jesse is able to take the full stretch, he inserts his hand deep, opens his palm inside the hole, leaving his thinner wrist at the entrance. Slowly he eases in his erection next to his wrist and the stretched hole begins to accept the added flesh. Eros break yet another cap under Jesse’s nostrils then shares it with Tommy. He savors Jesse's expression of submission to his man: the boy’s eyes staring into the distance, mouth agape, as Tommy presses his hand and cock deep inside the boy’s hole. Eros strokes himself, too, as witness to the lust of these two beasts heaving in exaltation. Tommy feels his cock inching toward the palm of his hand, feels it slide into his grip, then starts rocking his cock back and forth in his palm. As he masturbated inside the boy, his cockhead expands even larger, his cockhead engorged by his tight grip. His cockhead flattens until he feels it pop through his thumb and finger, into the viscous, fleshy canal beyond, with Jesse blasting out a rapturous cry. Jesse’s overwhelmed by new sensations: first, the additional stretch being asked of sphincter, enjoying that Tommy, a man he hardly knows, is pulling him apart—this hot, tattooed dirt bag douchebag is fisting the shit out of him; and second, the size of the fist had increased, not painfully but noticeably. But he was also aware of a new rhythmic throbbing of an internal piston, something familiar yet combined with stimuli he can’t grasp. Opening his eyes, sees Tommy above his body humping him. He puts it together, first in a burst of panic, but then aware his body has already accepted and, more, is enjoying the fuck out of it. He speaks directly to Tommy above him, "Yeah, jerk off in me, T. Fuck my guts. Shoot your cum and breed me, sir." Hearing sir triggers something in Tommy and he explodes, quaking his body into his hand and inside Jesse’s hole, flooding this scumbag motherfucking chew toy with copious amounts of his tainted seed. He pinches his cockhead buried inside the fucker, squeezing out his swimmers, causing him pleasure and increasing shudders of post-climactic distress that he doesn’t want to end. Eros plants his mouth on Tommy and they make out over the writhing boy beneath. As Tommy empties the last of his load, he looks down, saying, “Open.” Jesse opens his mouth and Tommy hocks a wad of spit into his mouth. Tommy dislodges his cock and is slowly extracting his hand when Eros grabs him by the wrist. "No way, dude," he snarls. Tommy kneels to the side, hand still firmly lodged inside Jesse's cum-covered guts. Eros rubs the foreskin of his large emerging cockhead against Tommy lubed wrist. The foreskin slowly slides its way alongside Tommy’s wrist. Tommy watches Eros' body dominate the kid’s small frame, feels the pressure build at the boy’s resisting hole as even further girth is demanded to stretch open his sphincter. Eros' stone-hard cock is no match for Jesse. He breaks the entrance with Jesse giving a sharp gasp. The girth of Eros combined with the volume of the hand is too much for Jesse. He tosses his head in rejection and pushes at Eros’ chest. Eros holds the boy’s head in his hands, his eyes boring into Jesse’s, wresting control of his will. Jesse realizes he can’t resist Eros, nor—in his heart—does he want to, and accepts his manhood, with Tommy's hand stroking the tip back and forth inside him. Eros waits for an outward sign of the boy’s surrender. Jesse’s mouth opens, and Eros spits in it. Eros slides more of his shaft deeper into Tommy's waiting hand making Jesse inhale in distress. "So fucking hot, boy, getting jacked inside you with my man’s hand." His deep voice seduces him, overrunning his resistance, overturning every red flag his body throws out. Jesse cringes, takes a breath, then parts his leg wider so Eros can dive all the way to his thick black bush. He feels Eros’ wiry hairs scratching his hairless balls. Tommy forces back Eros’ foreskin, and Jesse feels this enormous cockhead infiltrating his intestine, the girth like nothing he's ever felt. "Try to push us out," Eros instructs Jesse as he impales him. It’s a futile order, but one he knows not to disobey. Furiously he clamps down with all his might. After only a few seconds of pounding, he’s not able to keep up the strain of clamping down, and surrenders. Tommy's hand slides in deeper. Where once Tommy had grasped Eros at the base of his cock, he now is further up Jesse’s colon pulling on Eros’ foreskin driving him and Jesse into a frenzy, both bucking wildly, Jesse in distress, Eros in ecstasy. "Get me off, T,” says Eros. “Get me to knock up this hole," he pants, his forearm coiling like a boa constrictor around Jesse’s head, his black armpit hair drenching the boy's lips. In an abandonment he submits to, Jesse licks the dripping sweat from the man’s pits, feeling Tommy pistoning his guts, Eros’ cockhead ravishing his entrails in the deepest part of his body. Jesse reaches down and feels how hard his own cock is. He clutches and releases his helpless hole, allowing both men to use his intestine with violent recklessness, until his hole orgasms in tectonic quakes, stronger even than his cock had ever erupted. His body shakes repeatedly as Eros explodes, Tommy squeezing his manhood mercilessly because he knows Eros wants it no other way. Eros spasms along with Jesse, roaring with the timbering of a heavy body from the sky, raining down on Jesse, crushing him, a torrent of cum spewing in his guts, heavy breath, sweat, stench, then secondary tremors, first in Eros, then in Jesse, then back again to Eros. Jesse’s body vibrates like a plucked bass string, trembling in shocked overload. Unable to process all that’s been done to him, all of which was willingly and unwillingly accepted. His mind is untethered—free floating. The powerful wrestler Bruno Sammartino lies on top of him. He glides his palms over the wrestler’s enormous shoulders, along the powerful chest. The wrestler kisses him and he kisses him back, deeply. Then the nasty boy next door in all his tattoos bends over and kisses him, too. A warm breeze passes through the shack. The bamboo blinds catch the ocean air, and fall to the window sill. No one moves. Jesse feels a little more sperm leak in his hole. Tommy and Eros’ sperm will be with him for a long time. Eros extracts himself from Tommy's hand. Out of T’s grip and Jesse’s wrecked mess of a hole, Eros falls on his back. Slowly his breathing calms as he stares at the ceiling. He listens to the sea on the far side of the dunes, and feels the waft of the ocean cool his dripping body. With much more care, Tommy slides his hand almost out of Jesse ass. At the beginning of withdrawal, Jesse moans. He anticipated the disconnectedness the boy would soon feel, the confusion of regret and still simmering desire. He knows because once, long ago, amid the back alley trashcans, anything-for-a-fix days he’s fought to suppress, he’s knows this feeling. Much to Jesse's satisfaction he returns his hand inside. Jesse isn’t yet ready to give up T’s offering, but his mind is beyond spent. Raw, inflamed, yes. Jesse runs a finger over Tommy's forearm, and Tommy understands. "Six inches," Tommy says to the silent query. "Good start, Chewbacca. Now push out your pussy and give me back my fuckin’ hand.” Jesse complies and grunts with an epic shudder as Tommy’s hand dislodges. “Show us your wrecked cunt,” says T. Eros rolls over to watch Jesse stretch his cheeks apart and push out a small, cum-filled rosebud. A tiny creature slithers out like some shy, exotic sea anemone then returns inside his rectum. Eros taps two fingers against his hole ordering him to push again. Jesse pushes harder this time. As his guts pushed out, Eros pulls the lips apart and Tommy traced a finger around the sphincter. Eros bends in and laps some cum out of the boy’s feathery pedals, depositing spent seed back into Jesse waiting mouth. Tommy puts pressure around the boy’s delicate tendrils. Eros and Tommy admire the gaping protrusion, each taking a turn to lick it. Tommy lobs a comment to Eros, "Looks like we'll pull a prolapse out of Chewy yet." Eros grins, and brushes his shadowy beard against Jesse's sensitive bloom, causing Jesse to flinch, and yet he responds by exposing even more of his rose to Eros’ sandpaper chin. He knows that that’s a sensation he wants much, much more of.

If you desire to experiment sexually with men, but are in a committed and sexual relationship with a woman ... then it's not gay sex. This is just a fantasy right now. Until you embrace the idea of being sexually active with a man and then take the next step, it's just a fantasy. Once you finally are intimate with a man, it's still not "gay sex." You're just having sex with a man - that's it. You're not gay. It's not gay. But the only way you can determine if you want to move beyond the fantasy realm is to find a man and do it. Once you've enjoyed it, and keep going back to it, then you're crossing into a different territory. I know. I was there once. I was married, she got raped, I tried to make things work with her but she could not allow a man to touch her again, even me who had loved her for years. After we split, I began to explore BDSM as a submissive to women and they began to show me there was more to sex than just what straight porn shows. As things moved along, one dominatrix in particular saw something in me - a desire to explore things sexually with men. She saw how I interacted with other male slaves in her stable and how I loved watching them play for her benefit. Her and I went different ways, as she wanted to move back west to the wetlands of Washington. But a chance encounter with three men outside a tranny bar soon showed me she was right. Being dragged into a van and "raped" altered me. I put the term "rape" in quotes because the first 3 times - once by each man, I wanted no part of it but I think deep down somewhere inside I really did because after each man had a turn I begged for another go. Two of the men - the ones who grabbed me - accommodated my request and because of it they let me walk away back to where they'd taken me from with me actually happy. Then guilt set in, then denial. I tried to distance myself from that entire thing, went "straight" again and got engaged to a woman. She died at the hands of a drunk and I found myself once more floundering. Another chance encounter with a man showed me that my trip into man-on-man sex was far from over. We chatted for weeks online before he let on he was gay. We still met at a gay bar after work one evening and eventually things got hot in the bar between us. Before he could initiate the pickup, I begged him to take me back to his place. 5 minutes of a drive and an hour later I was feeling him cum in my ass and enjoying every moment of it. Again I felt overjoyed when I left, but then the guilt and denial returned .... this time not as intense. Him and I chatted about it that night and the next night and met at the same bar that Friday night. Same result - we went back to his place and he fucked me. Several more times after that we did the same thing - I would talk to him about how I was feeling guilty and feeling that the sex we had was somehow making me wrong inside, he would listen and then talk a bit and eventually we'd meet up again and end up back in bed. Finally after about 6 times of this he just came out and asked me when the last time was I thought about sex with a woman or even had sex with one. I admitted that I'd not thought about women since we fucked that first night. We fucked several more times before he got a transfer to Houston and I only rarely ever heard from him again when he'd come into town on business and want to "pound my pussy" for old times sake. But in all that time (about 2 years before he stopped calling because he got engaged to another man) I never once had sex with a woman and rarely, if ever, thought about a woman sexually. Today some 15 years removed from him I still don't see myself as "gay" but I do know that it'd be nearly impossible for any woman to ever get me hard enough for sex, let alone have sex with a woman. But when I've ventured to a local ABS and gone into the theatre area or other common areas I've always been highly aroused, very horny and very eager to become somehow intimate with at least one man there. When you can say you've given up women altogether and find 100% total attraction in every facet of sex and intimacy with a man, then you're having "gay sex."

A hung top I met at a group fuck told me he wanted to whore my ass out to his buddies. We swapped numbers and set the date for the next night. I got to his place early, dropped my pants and he took a video of him pumping a nice big load into my hole, which he sent out as the invite. Within no time, guys were knocking at the door. My buddy mounted me again and dumped his second load into my ass, to give these first two guys some lube. Both of these guys were hot surfer types who wasted no time whipping out their dicks and stuffing them into a hole. They swapped back and forth and each dumped a sizable cumload into me. Just as they were getting dressed to leave, two more came in. My buddy blindfolded me and told me to lay face down. These guys were much more verbal and aggressive. The more aggressive of the two shoved his cock in my mouth and told his buddy to "stick your dick in that hole." It was so fucking hot, as he held my head down and I took their cocks. After his buddy pumped me for a bit, he dumped his load in and the aggressive guy jumped up and mounted my ass. He popped off his load, rested his dick in my ass and then started fucking again until he shot a second time, for load #7. The last guy had a massive uncut cock and was waiting for these guys to get off me. As soon as one dick slid out, I could feel this massive rod pushing against my soaking wet and opened hole. He sank in pretty deep and started trusting into my guts. You could hear the loads sloshing around and the smell of cum was pungent in the room. He shoved a poppers bottle under my nose and told me to take a big whiff. As my head started to swoon, he pumped harder and harder and then grunted out, "here it comes you fuckin pig...oh yeah..." He pulled out and made me nurse on his swollen cum covered dick. it tasted so fucking good. My ass was feeling great and I fingered the loads and savored the taste of spooge on my fingers. My buddy just said, "you're done, go put your pants on and split." When I stood up, cum leaked down both legs and I drove home that way, thinking about what a hot night I just had.

I live in Chicago and I would frequent one of the bathouses, more known for bareabcking. It was right before the time of IML where the movie CUm sloppy buttholes by Treasure Island was filmed. Anyway, I am at the bathouse and both Dawson and Sean Storm are there warming up their holes before their weekend of filming. It was great, I loved fucking them both, switching back and forth from hole to hole and they loved taking my big dick. When it came for me to cum I defintley made a conscious decision to cum in Dawson, who gladly took it. I will never forget as they leave my room and hearing them both say, 'that was a big dick'! I loved it.