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Part 26: Plans in Motion (Chapter 1 of the Demise of Lewis) “What a gorgeous ass,” Domonic said, squeezing Jay’s round cheeks. “A family trait.” He looked up to me and smiled. We were in Domonic’s tattoo shop late at night, the doors locked, leaving us undisturbed. Jay had been eager to get his own biohazard tattoo as soon as we were finished fucking. The smell of cum and sweat still clung to our skin. I was sure Jay’s face still smelled like my ass. “How about we celebrate your gift tomorrow night,” Domonic had said, shoving a plug into Jay’s hole after he had unloaded inside him. “Let’s mark you up.” “Fuck, yeah,” Jay had said. “But make sure it isn’t small. I want everyone to know what I am.” Jay was lying front-side down on one of the parlor tables, ass exposed, shirt pulled up, his lower back exposed and sporting a red biohazard tattoo outlined in black. Domonic sat admiring his work while I stood in front of Jay, my cock in his mouth. He’d already sucked one load out of me and was working on a second. Just before Domonic had started tattooing Jay’s ass, he dumped another load deep in Jay’s guts, a slow trickling of poz cum leaking out over the table. “I really do amazing work,” Domonic said. “The tattoo is good too.” “It looks amazing,” I said, admiring my brother’s new ink. “I think mine might be a bit better, though.” Domonic smiled. “Sounds biased, but I can agree.” A ringing started, Domonic reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. “Hello?” My hands reached down and held Jay’s head steady as I started to thrust my dick further into his throat, blowing my second load into his mouth. “Fuck,” I moaned, my hands caressing either side of his face, feeling his stubble. “You’ve found your calling.” “It’s easy when you’re the one sliding into my throat,” Jay said. “I’m happy to say that I know what my brother’s poz cum tastes like.” “What does it taste like?” I asked. “Candy,” he said, smiling. “Sort of.” “I wonder if all brothers have similar tasting cum,” I wondered. Inside I also wondered if it tasted the same between father and son. “Sounds good,” Domonic said, turning back to Jay and myself. “We’ll be there tomorrow night.” “What’s happening tomorrow night?” I asked, noticing Domonic’s eagerness. “That was Peter,” Domonic said, ending the call. “He says he spoke to Lewis and is planning on meeting him at his house tomorrow night. Peter’s wife is out of town for a few days, giving us the opportunity to convert his ass.” “If he wants it,” I added. “Oh, he’ll want it,” Jay said, licking my cock’s tip. “Who wouldn’t.” “I just don’t want to force this on him if it isn’t what he wants,” I said, admitting to the fear I had that our lust for his young man, this nearly pure being, would push us too far. “I couldn’t live with that.” I noticed Jay’s expression changed for a brief moment, moving back from me ever so slightly. “Peter said he called Pastor Kline, and he’s up and moving again,” Domonic said. “He says he is desperate to get fucked again.” “That means we’ll have an odd man out,” I said. “Pastor Kline bottoms. So will Lewis. Peter can do either, but he isn’t poz yet. I can do either, but you top. Why is it so complicated?” “What about me?” Jay asked. “I’ll bottom. You said Peter isn’t poz yet. Well, he can fuck my ass, and I’ll see if I can help him along.” “That leaves you and me to fuck Lewis and Pastor Kline,” Domonic said, a devious smile spreading across his face. “I’ve got to say, I’ve missed Pastor Kline’s ass, but I’m desperate to fuck an eighteen-year-old’s ass again. It’s been too long.” “So, how are we doing this?” I asked, knowing I was doing the majority of the thinking within the group. While everyone else let the heads of their dicks guide them, I was the lone member of the group still using the head on his shoulders. “Like we planned before,” Domonic said. “I’ll be with Peter at his house. Lewis will meet us there. You, Pastor Kline, and Jay will be hiding away until we snag his neg ass.” “Fuck,” Jay moaned, turning on his side to reveal the erection he was sporting. “I swear there isn’t anything hotter than this.” He started jerking himself off, precum dripping down onto the table. “You’ll be doing a lot of doggy style,” Domonic said, slapping Jay’s ass. “Your lower back will be hurting for a while.” “As long as my hole matches,” Jay said, winking. “I can promise that,” Domonic said. And with that, Jay spewed his seed onto the table and the floor. ## I found myself nervous all day leading up to us meeting at Peter’s house. I sat in my office, staring at mounting emails I kept ignoring from one fear to another. First, I had been sick thinking I had pozzed Jay. Now, all I could do was think about how horrible our plan could go in the end. Everyone could find out, I realized. Everyone I know could learn that not only am I gay, but I’m poz and sleeping with Domonic, two married men, my doctor, and my own brother. While the thought made me sick for a brief moment, I soon found myself hard at the thought. I pictured myself with Domonic, my life intertwining with his even more so. It was so clear to me, and it made perfect sense. My hand reached down to my cock, but I resisted. I needed to save some of my cum for Lewis. A knock on my office door pulled me from my growing erection which I hid beneath my desk. “Come in,” I said. The door opened and a smiling face met me. “There he is!” “Pastor Kline,” I exclaimed, jumping from my desk and running to him, pulling him into a hug. “It’s great to see you.” “You too,” he said, his hand moving down my back and finding its place on my ass. His nose pressed against my shirt collar and he sniffed deep. Fuck, he was a twisted man. “From the stiff bulge in your pants, I either interrupted something or you are far happier to see me than I had expected.” “I was just thinking about tonight,” I told him. “Still, I’m happy to see you.” I kissed him, our tongues rolling over each other. “How do you feel?” “Fantastic,” he said. “I felt like shit for a while there. I kept having to make up reasons why I couldn’t have my wife drive me to the ER. I don’t know how you bounced back so easily.” “It wasn’t easy,” I told him. “Then again, I did have Domonic taking care of me.” “Fuck, I can’t wait to have him inside me again,” Pastor Kline said. “Do you think you’ve got it in you for a quick fuck?” “I’ve got save up for tonight,” I reminded him. “How about a bathroom break?” Pastor Kline offered. I smiled. “That I can do.” Pastor Kline went down on his knees as I fished my cock out of my pants, resting it on his tongue as a stream of piss shout out, filling his mouth. I could tell that he was thrilled from the look on his face. No truer pig existed in the world. “I’ve missed your taste,” Pastor Kline told me. “So, tell me, what have I missed?” “We’ve been fucking Peter non-stop,” I told him. “Still not poz?” I gave him a look. “It took you a while, remember.” “That’s because I love fucking so much that I needed you to put even more work into me than anyone else.” “My brother Jay is here,” I added. “He’ll be joining us tonight.” “And he is…” “Poz,” I added. “From his boyfriend.” “So I could get spit-roasted by brothers?” he asked. “I like that idea.” “You like anything that involves fucking,” I reminded him. “I’m a man who knows what he wants,” Pastor Kline said. “And after over a week of not having someone fill my hole, I let you know what I want. I demand you fuck me right here.” “But…” I started, Pastor Kline silencing me. He grabbed my arm and led me out of my office. There was no one left in the building, everyone having gone home now. “Where are you taking me?” “Somewhere I’ve always wanted to fuck,” he said. We entered the sanctuary, the lights off except for an illuminated cross. He led me onto the front stage and stopped, turning to look at me, a grin on his face. “Here?” I asked, looking around us. There was nothing blocking us from view. If someone entered the sanctuary, we’d be seen clearly. “I’ve stood on this stage for decades,” Pastor Kline said. “And it wasn’t until I met you that I found my true purpose. Right here, right now, I want you to baptize me into my new life. Fill me with your holy cum.” All the strength I had stored up to keep myself full for Lewis broke. I felt a rush of power fill me, urging me to take the man I had seen as a father to me and fuck his ass full of my toxic cum. I grabbed Pastor Kline and turned him around, pushing him up against the pulpit. He grabbed it with both hands, looking back at me as I unbuckled his pants and pulled them down to his ancles. “Fuck, I missed you,” he said. I pulled down his underwear, running my hand along his ass, feeling his used hole which cried out for a cock to fill it. Beyond him I looked out over the empty chairs, Knowing in days they would be filled with the men and women who believed us both to be holy men of God. What would they say if they saw us now? What would they think of our naked bodies pressed into each other, needing each other, crying out for satisfaction. I unbuttoned my pants and, with some difficulty, manage to extract my engorged cock, precum already dripping. “Fuck me hard,” Pastor Kline growled. “Fuck me into oblivion… into heaven.” “With pleasure,” I said. I grabbed his hips and shoved myself into him with one easy motion, bottoming out. I felt my breath catch in my throat. “Fuck me,” Pastor Kline moaned, gripping onto the podium for dear life. “This is what I need. This is what I’ve been waiting for.” “Then accept it,” I said, forcing my thrusts inside. I found the fear I had been having concerning Lewis were melting away with every invasion I made into Pastor Kline’s ass. I could feel his hole’s lips pulling me in, inviting me back to my home. His body needed a man to fill him, and I was all too willing. “You want my load, baby?” I asked, imagining Lewis bent over in front of me. Moving from fucking someone so mature to someone early in their sexual journey. “Give it to me,” Pastor Kline nearly shouted, fist pounding the pulpit, the sound echoing. “Knock me up again. Fill me up. Fill up my poz cunt.” I pushed myself as far into Pastor Kline’s body as I could, feeling his own body convulse from the feeling of my poz load filling his guts. His cock jumped along with mine, his cum, newly poz, spewing over old hymnals hidden within the podium. His body needed me inside it. His body called for my body. I slipped my dick out of his hole and admired my work. “I guess you’ll be open for tonight.” Pastor Kline smiled. “For you, I’m open ever night." He kissed me, the taste of my piss still on his lips. “Till tonight.” ## I had parked a block away like Peter had instructed, walking to his house the rest of the way, Jay following after me. “This is hot,” Jay told me. “I never did anything like this when I fucked women.” “I doubt that,” I told him. “You fucked hundreds of women.” “But not like this,” Jay said. “All of you together, your need to spread your seed, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I could feel my heart pounding, pushing me to both run forward and back. There was no doubt I wanted this to happen, but I was obviously scared. What would happen if something went wrong? I couldn’t let myself think that way. I had to think positive. “Right on time,” Peter said, ushering us into his home. The walls were covered in pictures of him and his wife, dozens of frames staring back at us. It was clear that Peter’s wife had once anticipated children, but they now simply hosted pictures of a man who secretly craved cock and a wife who didn’t know the type of man she had. “This must be the famous brother,” Peter said, shaking Jay’s hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” “You, too,” Jay said. He released Peter’s hand and then cupped Peter’s crotched, squeezing gently. “From what I’ve heard, you’re able to cum buckets full.” “That’s a bit of an exaggeration,” Peter said, allowing Jay to feel him growing bulge. “I hope I’ll be able to show you what I can do tonight.” “And I’ll see if I can manage to help you along toward a more ‘positive’ outcome.” We sat in the living room, waiting for Lewis to arrive. The whole time, our dicks were growing, ready to burst as our anticipation for what was to come drove us wild. I noticed Jay and Domonic across the room sharing a private conversation, their eyes glancing over to me a few times. Whatever they were discussing must have been serious from the expressions on their faces. I had to admit, there were brief moments when I wondered if Jay would be a better match with Domonic. Jay was the type of bottom slut that Domonic would love. Seeing them together, I found myself wondering if he had encountered the wrong Ryder brother first. The doorbell rang, startling all of us out of our minds. “Hide,” Peter said. Pastor Kline, Jay, and I ran out of the living room and hid in Peter’s office which was just down the hall, easily within earshot of their coming discussion. We heard the door unlock and Peter greet someone, but there was something in his voice that, to me, sounded as if something was happening. He sounded as if there was a slight panic in his voice. Had something gone wrong? Had his wife returned home early? Did someone from church figure out what was going on and were using this to get us all together in one place? When I found myself ready to pass out from the fear of what was to come, I noticed Pastor Kline’s eyes widen, his hand reaching out to me, grabbing my arm. He looked at me, lower lip trembling. “Lewis isn’t alone,” Pastor Kline said, a look of pure shock frozen on his face. “That’s Ryan with him.” ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I've been trying to get us to the Lewis chapters for a while, so I had to bite the bullet and jump into. Sorry if there isn't as much sex in this chapter. I'm just trying to get to the massive orgy. Things take time. I won't be posting the next two Sundays, just an FYI. Happy Reading.

I was leaving a hookup and got messaged by a guy on my way home so I stopped by. They were very nervous about being discreet which was cute, but I go into his apartment and hes on the couch stroking a nice cock. I get on my knees and blow him for a while and then he turns me around and we're fucking standing up in the middle of his living room with me bent over at the waist. He just up and pulled out and moved to my head and shoved his cock back in my mouth and I was blowing him again before I realized I was doing ass to mouth for the first time. Now I've been to bathhouses and glory holes and all that so I'm sure I've sucked a dick right out of an ass before, but this was the first time "for real." It was so fucking hot that I asked him to switch back and forth, which he did a few more times before pulling out and spraying all over my back...which was a shame, but...new kink discovered.

Cum as Lube When I was in college, sex with condoms happened a lot more than bareback sex. It was before PrEP, and taking cum in your holes was risky. That risk thrilled me, and still does. The story I’m about to tell may be the first time I shared a boyfriend’s holes on purpose. When I was a junior, I started dating a relatively naïve freshman. We went on three dates before he let me kiss him. He was sexy, tall, slim, blond bangs down to his eyes. The first time I blew him, he put a rubber on first. Ugh. I liked him and figured with a lot of persistence and trust, he’d let me fuck him bare. After a few times topping him safe, he complained that it hurt. I told him spit and drugstore lube were not enough to match the same glide as precum and spunk as lube. My boy asked me how I knew that, and I told him about a guy I dated the summer after my senior year of high school. He wasn’t honest with me about sharing his ass with other guys, but he did let me fuck him raw. I was topping him once, and gobs of cum squeezed out around my cock. I realized he’d been lubed up with someone else’s fresh seed. What should have disgusted me got me so hard. I came in him way too quickly, and stayed hard. I fucked him with now at least two loads oozing out of his hole. It felt amazing. Needless to say, that sounded hot and raunchy to my boy. He had an idea. A couple of days later, we went back to his dorm room. He went to his shared mini-fridge and pulled out a baggie. He grinned and told me he’d shot three loads into it, ready to warm up and lube up with. He’d still make me wear a condom, but he’d be lubed with cum. I knew he was starting his way down the slippery slope of begging for cum in his ass. I rubbered up and squirted the lukewarm globs of seed into his ass and onto my sheathed cock. It did feel better for him, and the nastiness of it got me off. I told him I was glad it felt better for him, but wanted to feel his ass bareback. A few days of prodding wore him down. We repeated the nasty freezer cum trick, and he was pre-lubed with three of his own loads before I slid inside him raw for the first time. I told him it felt so good mixing our seed deep in his guts and I bred him well. I was cumming so hard that I hadn’t realized that his hot jock ‘straight’ roommate had come home into the small room and was jerking off to the raw gay sex show in front of him. The jock slid his cock into his roomate’s / my boyfriend’s mouth and then leaned forward to finger his cummy freshly-bred hole. The guy looked at me and said he’d never fooled around with guys before, but he wanted to try it. So, my boyfriend took the second raw cock of his life that night, and his roommate bred him, adding his seed to the loads stirring around in his guts. The next weekend, we went to a nearby city with a proper gay bar. I was 21 so could drink, but my boyfriend had to wear a wristband and wasn’t allowed alcohol. I had a few beers and got flirty with a tall swarthy stranger at the next stool. When my boy went to the bathroom, the stranger told me we were a cute couple and asked me if my boyfriend and I shared each other. Not quite understanding his question, I grinned and told him about our cum play. He asked if he’d want to fuck a stranger’s load deeper into my boy’s ass. I told him I’d really like that. The guy switched places with me and started flirting hardcore with my boyfriend, telling him how lucky he was to have me as such an understanding partner to indulge his cumplay fantasies. My boy blushed, knowing his secret was out. Minutes later, he had his hands down my boy’s shorts and was playing with his hole. The guy suggested we go back to his place, so we did. Minutes after walking in the stranger’s apartment, he had me and my boy naked on the sofa making out with each other. He asked me to eat my boy’s ass and get it good and wet; he’d only have my spit to lube my boyfriend’s raw hole, but I’d get sloppy seconds. It sounded so hot that I didn’t think to look up as the guy stripped. I ate my boy’s ass as the man tore off his t-shirt revealing a furry chest, with a noticeable biohazard tattoo on his left pec. I knew what it meant. Maybe my boy did too, but he didn’t ask. Instead, he suckled the man’s thick cock and got it wet and hard to fuck him. The man eased me out of the way and had me spread my boy’s cheeks as he slapped his tool against my boy’s crack. I was drooling at the sight and spit on the man’s cock as it split my boy open and sank inside. My boy moaned and I scooted underneath to suck his cock and balls as the man pounded him raw. The man’s hairy balls were in my mouth when I felt them contract and heard him grunt, knowing he was breeding my boy. The man pulled out with a splat. I smeared his seed off my face and onto my dick as I slid into my boy. The fresh cum felt so good sloshing around on my cock, so did his stretched out opened hole. I’d felt the cummy squelchiness before, but never when he was opened up and freshly fucked, let alone by a total stranger with a biohazard tattoo. The whole scene got me so hot I didn’t last long and bred my boy. The stranger asked if we wanted to stick around, but my boy had an evil grin. He made me take a pic of his used slutty hole and texted it to his roommate. The ‘straight’ jock told him to hurry home and he’d add his load to the mix. We got the stranger’s number and promised to keep in touch. On the ride back to my boy’s dorm, I asked if he knew what the guy’s tattoo meant. He thought it had something to do with a video game he must have played, and I just nodded, not wanting to acknowledge that he may have just taken his first POZ load, and I may have just fucked it deeper into him, or that I was about to share his ass with a well-hung jock. In just a few weeks, I’d turned my safe-only boyfriend into a cumdump, taking loads, no questions asked.

Part 5 Caio was right behind me, his erect cock standing tall against my ass. I was still pissing in the guy’s ass which was overflowing down on his face, filling nostrils and eyes orbits. He pushed me forward, crushing even more the guy under me. I felt the piercing going down between my cheeks to sink down in the wells of piss that had become the hostage hole. - Urgggh - Fuck - Hot Three different reactions from the trio that we had formed. Taking leverage by his hands on my shoulders to take leverage, Caio pulled out Cuntbuster completely, creating an obscene suction in the overstretched hole. I shuddered, close to orgasm. - Don’t dare you cum, pretty boy And with all his weight, Caio buried Cuntbuster to the hilt. A loud snap was heard and the guy wail liked a wounded animal. Encouraged by the small crowd cheering, Caio repeated his performance few times. - Just for the fun of it, he said One of the guys managed to insert his flaccid cock in the hostage after writing on his forehead the words: Piss Bucket. *** Most of the girls were gone now except a couple, including the ginger from this morning. The other one was blowing the delivery guy as a tip. I took the opportunity to dress and put distance between me and Caio. I only found my jeans and sneakers. My t-shirt, socks and underwear were nowhere to be seen. - Nice performance Leo had captured my total encounter with Caio. Almost 2 hours of footage in which I almost got fucked. I asked him to delete the recording, not wanting to find myself on some random gay porn sites. - Nothing wrong with it I begged to differ, but with Leo, it was useless to argue. The shooting resumed as per schedule. Caio was following me like a predator. It was making me nervous and distracting me which cause Leo to intervene - Shooed away, you fucker The last scene scenario was a double date where the two girls were plotting together as their “boyfriends” watched a game. Like any porn plot, the girls started making out with the guys and started to undress. - Fuck me I was dumbfounded. The gorgeous ginger was a guy! And same for his(her) partner. The foursome fornicated in every position possible to end with facials. Leo and I packed all the materials in a record time, it was just few minutes past midnight. Two guys carried out the hostage guy which looked to be in some sort of disarticulated pretzel. A demolition team were already tearing down all the decors. I realized that by noon today, there would be no trace of what happened here. Caio and two other guys had decided to drive to a club downtown. - You’re coming with me, pretty boy I looked at Leo who just shrugged - I told them you would go. They are a good customer of mine. A problem? There was no harm to join them for a beer or two, and then excused myself. *** The car was parked on a quiet side street. The car trunk was open. - We’ll be back. You be quiet, neighborhood isn’t safe There, in the trunk, the hostage was laying naked and caked with crusty cum, saliva and blood. I noticed the guy had a very small cock and balls. - If you try to escape, alert someone or any fuss, I will make sure your bones count goes way over 250. One of the actors pulled a large plastic bag with various toys that were used in the various shooting. Pretzel got his hand ties to his knees, alligator clamps on nipples, ear lobes, nose, foreskin and balls. Satisfied with his work, the actor spitted a huge gob of phlegm. I looked at Caio in disbelief. - Your choice. You can join him or come with us. To my surprise, it was one of the regular club where me and my friends uses to hang out, even brought my ex-girlfriend a couple of time. The music was good and the crowd friendly. As we enter, I recognize some familiar faces. Ben Schultz was there with his girlfriend. We went to high school together. He became a star-athlete in college. We weren’t close friends, but enough to greet each other. I wasn’t really popular. And contrary to what one might believe, having a dad offering without shame to suck them as soon as they walk in, is not a winning ticket. Oh yeah, he succeeded to blow some of them, but never stick around for long. - To the new assistant! Cheers As I sip my beer, Caio put his arm around my shoulder and was laughing without sexual innuendo. I was really tired from the long day and thought nothing of it. The guys went silent suddenly and one whispered something to Caio who raised his head looking at two guys that just entered the bar. A large man in nice clothing preceded by a Slavic-look guy who was scouting the room for someone. He walked directly to Caio when he saw him. - Don’t say a word and don’t do anything, whatever happens, if you know what is good for you. Both actors looked worried, but Caio was all smile - Dimitri! My friend! They brotherly hugged and exchange few words. Then Dimitri look at me and asked Caio who the slut was. - An assistant, works with Leo. Dimitri pursed his lips and nodded. He slipped his hand inside my jeans founding my hole, grazing a finger. - Not fucked? - Not yet Dimitri took my face in his hand and turned it toward the suite man. A brief and awkward pause. The suit man shook his head and Dimitri let me completely go before fending crowd in search for another prey. - May be another time All three guys looked at each other and remained silent. We had another beer, drinking it slowly, but the conversation had died with Dimitri’s appearance. - Try so stay away from him. That was all they told me about Dimitri. I went to men’s room. Dimitri had followed right behind me, but I didn’t noticed. I went to the urinal and Ben was next, horse-pissing. - You’re one of them faggot? The words were slurred. He was slightly drunk. - Let me show you what a man looks like He stepped back and turned around pissing on my lower leg, and start laughing. Dimitri stepped in, grab Ben’s head and smashed it against the wall with force. - Enough for you, arrogant prick, you are coming with me. Lets find out how much man you are. Dimitri marched out the men’s room, still holding Ben’s by the neck. At the door, Dimitri wink at me. - Not a word to anyone, assistant, or I’ll come for you. *** Back at the table, two more actors from the shoot had joined us. Caio looked at me. - Piss yourself? I ignored him, looking around to see if I can spot Ben. No sign of Ben or his girlfriend. Apparently Dimitri and the suited man were gone also, because the conversation had started back between the actors. - It seems that there some actions down the street. Let’s roll.

Part 2 “Take off your pants,” I said, my finger running down his trail of hair and stopping above the button, teasing my need to see the dick he wouldn’t be using that night. At least, not the way he would be thinking. He scrambled to unbutton his pants, dropping them to reveal briefs which hugged his erection perfectly. His cock was pressed against his body, moving along his left hip as far as it could go. It could go pretty far, but there wouldn’t be any argument on who was going to be the top once he saw mine. I left my shirt on but undid my jeans, revealing the jockstrap I wore beneath. Because it was dark, he couldn’t see the stained fabric clearly, but he’d sense it in a moment. I parted my legs a bit, allowing for my bulge to become even more prominent. For a third time, he licked his lips. “Take off your briefs,” I said. Eager, he pushed them down, allowing his erection to jut out. He had to be seven inches, maybe eight, clearly a young man who was gifted genetically. How he viewed himself as anything but a catch was beyond me. All the men who could have had him before I got to him should have been ashamed of themselves. Hopefully, after I was done with him, they’d get another chance and receive their punishment for their mistake. His balls were pulled tight to his body, his desire to fuck plain as day. His chest was rising and falling quickly, his anticipation rising. I wondered how many men he’d been naked with. I wondered how many men he’d fucked or been fucked by. I wondered if he knew that, even if he wanted to, there was no chance of escape now. He was mine. “Remove my jock,” I told him. He looked down, confused a first, and then stepped forward, reaching out a hand. “No,” I told him. “Remove it with your teeth.” He looked up into my eyes, waiting for further instruction, and then kneeled. “Hands behind your back,” I told him. He followed what I told him, clasping his hands behind himself as he leaned forward, his face stopping a few inches from my crotch. I was sure he was smelling the jock strap now, but I knew there was no way he was going to back out. Even if the smell did put him off, he wanted not only my approval but also my dick so badly that he’d do anything I told him. That was good as that was exactly what I planned on doing. He opened his mouth and tried to angle himself better, his teeth separated slightly. I knew that there was no way to take the jock strap off without either risking biting my dick or having to press his face against my body. He did the right thing, and I was proud of him. He pressed against my body and managed to get the jock strap pouch in his mouth, stains and all. I watched to see if he’d spit it out or grimace from the taste, but there was no reaction other than a low groan I knew was from pleasure. Slowly, he pulled down with his teeth, his hands still behind his back, dragging the jock strap off my grown and down my legs. Before he could get far, my cock shot out and hit him in the face, leaving a trail of precum across his forehead. Rather than stop his progress, he continued pulling the jock strap down my legs until meeting the floor. Seeing him bent over, the crack of his ass meeting my gaze for the first time, I felt a rush of energy coursing through me. I was sure it was partially an aftereffect of the young man I’d fucked that morning, his “energy” still settling into my body. “If you’re going to take all of me,” I told him, his innocent eyes looking up at me, “You’ll want to get me slick for your hole.” He slowly nodded and raised himself until he was eye-to-eye with my dick. He stuck out his tongue and licked the underside of the shaft, lingering on the glands and sending waves of pleasure through my body. Without having to think, my hand reached around and grabbed the back of his head, slowly pressing the head of my cock against his lips. “More than that, boy,” I said, my voice deep. All men his age have some type of lust for a daddy and to be dominated. “Boy” gets them to the place of needing my approval faster. Now, I was sure he’d want to please me no matter what else I wanted. Getting my raw cock up his ass would be too easy. Half of my dick was in his mouth, moving toward this throat, and already his eyes were watering. How many men this young guy had sucked off I didn’t know, but I assumed it wasn’t many. He needed training. I’d do it, except I never fucked the same guy twice. I entered his ass, blew my load into his guts, took his years, allowed my strain to do its work, and I moved on. Still, watching this guy trying to get my cock deep into his throat had my already hard dick getting even stiffer. Fuck, I loved watching men work so hard to please the man that saw them only as cum disposals. Did they think it gave them worth? I snatched my dick out of his mouth, his spit stringing between us. I leaned forward and cleaned my dick on his face, his spit sticking to his stubble. “Time to open your hole,” I said, winking at the eager face staring up at me. He jumped off the floor and climbed onto the bed. I never asked if this guy was a bottom. I just knew. He looked like a man who lived to serve the needs, desires, and lusts of other men. It’s what he was made for, and I was going to help him fulfill his purpose. There are few true tops in the world, just some men who don’t know what their asses need… just men who didn’t know what they needed to give up to me to truly live. “On all fours,” I told him as I saw him lying on his back. Why guys wanted to fuck missionary I didn’t know. I don’t want to be looking at your face the whole time. I have mirrors in my room so I can look at the bottom’s face as I blow my load and infect their bodies. I’d rather watch their bodies squirm as my big dick fills them, threatening to tear them in two. When they’re on all four, I can see their arms shaking, trying to stabilize themselves. Plus, it’s a great view of their ass. His ass was pointed toward me, his back slightly arched down, pushing his muscular mounds of flesh in my direction. There is a coating of hair over them, just enough to prove that this was a real man taking dick. My cock glistened from his saliva, giving enough lube to push inside his ass with little effort. I almost bottomed out, but I stopped, watching as his ass opened, his arms shaking, and his head tilting back as ecstasy filled his body. “Fuck” he moaned. I saw in a mirror that his eyes were closed, face showing the struggle of taking my big dick but also loving it. He bit his lower lip as he moaned, my dick slowly pulling out until only the head remained. “Tell me you want me,” I told him, my hands grasping either ass cheek and holding tight to the warm skin. “I fucking want you,” he said, eyes still closed. “Tell me you need me.” “I need you.” “You need me to what?” I taunted. “You need me to make you mine?” “Fuck yes,” he moaned, back arching lower, his ass pulling my dick inside his body. “Make me yours. Take me.” The magic words. “You’ve got it,” I said, thrusting my entire dick into his body. His head thrust back, eyes looking up to the ceiling, mouth open wide as I opened his ass wider than any other man had or he ever could. His arms shook, but the strength of his youth held through, keeping him up. His back started to rise, but I pushed down, arching his back, moving all the way into his body. “Don’t fight me,” I told him, pulling out and thrusting inside again, his ass shaking while his hole grabbed onto my dick. Even his body knew he needed me to stay inside him, to finally bring his life some importance. His warmth radiated from his body, his heartbeat felt clearly on my cock. With every thrust, I could feel our heartbeats syncing, “Just give in.” “Fuck,” he moaned, his voice quaking. “It… feels… so… good…” “I know, baby,” I said. Even if I hadn’t already locked him in, calling him “baby” would definitely make him mine. “Can you feel how big I am inside you? Can you feel how big you’re making me?” “You’re huge,” he moaned. “It’s like… It’s like you’re tearing me open.” “Only if I didn’t restrain myself,” I said. In the mirror I could see that his dick was rock hard, cum leaking out as if he was cumming. All men did this when I fucked them. Their weak bodies worked hard to prepare themselves for my gift, for what they were about to receive and give up. Though the bottom didn’t know it, his mind too focused on how wide I was stretching his ass and how hard I was hitting his prostate, his body knew what was about to happen and had already surrendered itself to me. The prey knows when the predator has won. Now, as I gave him the best fuck he’d ever had, his body was ridding itself of all the negative cum stored up inside its balls, making room for what I would be injecting inside. Soon, his balls will produce triple the amount of cum compared to a normal man, burdening him with the need to spend the remainder of his life fucking any man he comes across. He won’t be able to do much else as the urgency to spread my gift will consume him. In a matter of minutes, his body will be producing poz cum. But not just any poz cum… my poz cum. “Fuck,” he said again, finally noticing the incredible amount of cum leaking out of him. “You’re fucking the cum right out of me.” “Yes, I am,” I said, my grip tightening on his hips. I could still feel his heartbeat in his hole. As he was looking down at his cock, I felt a strong wave of warmth coursing through my body and down to my cock. Suddenly, his head was thrown back, eyes wide, mouth open, but there was no sound made. In that moment, our heartbeats were one. The connection was finalized. There was no escaping me now. I released his hips knowing he couldn’t get away even if his life depended on it… and it did. I pulled my shirt off, revealing my biohazard tattoo in the mirror. Already it was fading from what it had been in the club. I looked down at his lower back and saw the new addition to his body. It was faint, but the pale outline of a biohazard tattoo was coming through on his skin, growing darker with each thrust. His body had accepted me. His body had synced with me. Now, it was time to make his body and what would have been the remainder of his life mine. I picked up my pace, sweat pouring off my body, my grunts now sounding animalistic. The room stank of sex, his dick still ridding itself of unworthy cum. No longer would his balls produce the cum carrying his DNA, the cum which could have promised him a family. Now, his balls were preparing to change forever, to evolve into their ultimate state. Soon, his balls would produce my cum, ending his family line and continuing mine. This is what he was made for. “Who do you belong to?” I cried out, my pace quickening, our heartbeat growing faster. “You,” he said, his mind now rewriting itself, teaching him of his new objective in life. “Who does your dick belong to?” “You.” “And whose toxic cum is churning now inside your balls?” “Your cum.” “And whose life am I taking in replace of gifting you with my cum?” The young man’s head tilted down and his eyes met mine in the mirror. “My life,” he said. “Then give it to me,” I said, forcing the entirety of my dick inside his body and erupting inside him. His head fell forward while mine went back, now my eyes and mouth wide open in pure ecstasy. In that instant, I could see all the days he would have lived if I hadn’t met him. I could see him finishing college, making his parents proud. I could see him getting his dream job. I could see him meeting a nice man and falling in love. I could see him proposing and starting a family. I could see his face as years went by, his true potential unrealized. Just as quickly as I saw it, these images faded into darkness. All those years he could have lived were now moving into me. As all of this was happening, my tattoo was fading away until my arm was bare, the tattoo on his lower back a vibrant sign of his new status. His dick stopped leaking, his balls transforming painfully in his sack, his face twisting from the agony of his transformation. His balls were now mirroring my own, ready to serve their new purpose of pozzing up more men in my image. I could feel my body growing in strength, a new energy filling me. The young man’s youth filled every part of me. I pulled my dick out of his ass, his body slumping down onto the bed. He was fast asleep. He wouldn’t sleep for long. Once he wakes, he’ll get up, get dressed, and head out on his way into his new life, his new purpose. He won’t say anything since there’s nothing left to be said. I don’t know where he’ll go or what he’ll do concerning the images I saw. I know they’re not possible now. Perhaps he’ll drop out of school to give himself more time to fuck. Perhaps he’ll never talk to his family again, disappearing into the bathhouses and gloryholes where no one can disturb him of what he knows needs to be done with the remainder of his life. Who knows how much time he has. I don’t. I also don’t care. He served his purpose, giving an alpha man like me, a true man, more time on this earth to fuck up other men and continue my legacy. Once he truly realizes what I’ve done to him, he won’t do anything to stop what is coming. He’ll accept it as his true destiny. I flexed in the mirror, admiring myself. The punk’s life took almost ten years off me. I looked at my arm and knew the tattoo would come back eventually. When it did, I’d find several more men to pick up the burden of keeping my strain alive. The young man groaned on the bed, his new tattoo in sight, the skin around it an angry red. “I really took it out of you,” I said, smiling in the mirror. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ If I turn this into a series, I'd explore different men with this ability and the men who fall prey to them. Maybe I'd return to Hunter again. That's an "if" for now. Enjoy Hunter.

Thank you! The whole flight attendant thing was a very intentional nod to the original HIV patient zero.

“Where am I?” This was the first coherent thought to form in my addled brain. My head felt three times too large for my body and like it was stuffed with cotton. I also couldn’t really move my limbs or make my body work at all. Forming thoughts was like trying to swim through mud. I was aware that things were not normal, but what had happened remained a mystery. I was desperately trying to remember what had happened to me, but details were slippery and elusive. Eventually, with much willpower, I was able to open my eyes. It seemed to take forever for them to focus and resolve any image of my surroundings. It was dim, wherever I was. And the light was red and inconsistent. Flickering. Again, with effort, I was able to move my head a little and look around. The walls were dark and rough and seemed to be made of stone. I couldn’t see a ceiling above me- only blackness. I did note that there were chains extending upward at the four corners of by body, and that my wrists and ankles were apparently bound to them, immobilizing me. I was splayed out spread-eagle like the Vitruvian man, and I was laying on a cold, smooth surface. Lifting my head was next to impossible, but I managed it just long enough to confirm that I was indeed naked. My head crashed back down to the hard surface with a conk making me see stars. I shivered then, partly from the chill and partly from fear Long moments passed, but gradually I regained more and more of my senses. Whatever chamber I was entombed in was large- I could tell my the occasional small sounds and how they echoed and bounced around the space, only to be eventually swallowed up by the darkness above. The light was coming from a small number of torches (torches!) set into the walls. It was like something out of a medieval fever dream. When I regained some strength, I tried tugging my arms free- but to no avail. The thick chains barely moved and only clinked a couple times. I was now awake enough to start panicking. Wherever I was, it wasn’t good. This was a seriously fucked up situation and I was clearly in danger. My heart started to pound. I tried to call for help, but my mouth was dry and my tongue was thick in my mouth. The adrenaline shot to my system cleared my brain of the remaining fog. Pieces of the previous night started to assemble like a puzzle in my brain. I had been out celebrating my 18th birthday. Since all my friends had gone off to college, I was by myself and feeling fairly blue about it. I remember I went to the local dance club, just so I could be around people. A handsome, older guy started talking to me… what was his name? Something unusual. He saw my underage wristband, and I remember telling him it was my birthday. He offered to sneak me a birthday shot and I remember declining because I didn’t really drink because it was illegal… but he brought me one anyway. He brought a shot for himself too, and he coerced me into having it. “A man only turns 18 once—you need to celebrate!” he had said. The shot was called… “Devil’s Blood”? Or something like it. I think it was fireball and grenadine and who knows what else. I remember it was sweet, and hot. He then asked me out on the dancefloor. I remember thinking that he was really hot, but way too old for me. But hey. Nobody else was asking me to dance so why not? The music pulsed and the lights were hypnotic and I remember feeling my insides getting all warm and gooey. I vaguely remember him hitting on me, and me demurring because I wasn’t looking for that. I was waiting to find a boyfriend or a girlfriend- I wasn’t sure which yet. I think I told him that I was just looking to be around people and to cut loose a little. And that’s about all I remember. Until now. So here I was- naked on some sort of slab. In a real life fucking dungeon. Chained up. The reality of my situation had taken root— I was probably going to die. My mind started working on next steps, but was coming up empty. Ice formed in the pit of my stomach and I got really scared. I’m not ashamed to admit that I pissed myself in that moment. It was then that I heard it. Footsteps. I could hear the uneven cadence and scrape/crunch of several pairs of feet walking slowly out of the shadows. Above the footsteps was a low hum of male voices. Musical. Like a slow chant. Out of the shadows then emerged 5 men in long, dark robes. At least I think they were men. They all had on masks that obscured their faces. The masks were those of skulls—animalistic in nature. Four of the masks were jet black. Glossy. Horned. The fifth was gold. The four in black masks carried what appeared to be small, handheld drums. The one wearing the gold mask carried an old, leatherbound book the color of oxblood in one hand. In the other he carried a stilleto. My heart raced with fear, as my mind jumped to all sorts of terrifying outcomes. The four took up positions at my feet and hands and when they were in place the humming stopped. The one in the gold mask walked to the figure at my left hand. The figure held out his right hand and the stiletto made a quick slash to his thumb. The figure made a gladiator “thumbs down” gesture and I watched the blood trickle off his hand to the floor. This ritual was repeated at the other three figures. Then the fifth stood at my head, out of my view. I watched in sick fascination as The Four slowly raised some sort of bone-shaped drumstick. And then as one, they struck their drums. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. A slow, steady beat began. The one in gold at my head started chanting in a language I could not identify. His words snaked and wove through the beats of the drums. The Four took up the chant as well. Slowly the tempo increased and the chanting got louder. As this was happening, the torchlight seemed to increase with the flames leaping higher of their own accord. This brought the figures into sharp relief. I could see that the Four were drumming on crude drums with rough skin like parchment, and with what appeared to be actual bones- like the knobby leg bone of an animal. Or human. The chant had now crescendoed to a fever pitch and the drummers were beating like my racing heart. Then suddenly, without warning, everything stopped. The drummers dropped to their knees as one, and from above my head I heard the One in gold whisper something— guttural and wicked. Then there was a bright, blinding flash like a camera strobe. My nose caught the strong smell of sulfur. When my eyes readjusted, there was a dim red glow in the room- like a photography dark room. I looked over at the torches on the wall, and they flames all appeared to be frozen—low and unwavering in their iron holders. The Five men in robes were also caught mid-motion. And the room was eerily quiet—like being in a sound proof recording studio. It was as if time itself had stopped- except for me. And the demonic thing now standing in my presence. I stared, completely unsure of what I was looking at. At the end of the slab where I lay stood a… thing. A beast? Man? Both? It had a general human form… but it was different. Distorted. Much more Sinister. I could tell it was big. Like 7 feet tall and broad across the chest and shoulders. The head was large and bald, and atop were two great, black, curling horns, like those of a ram. Instead of eyes, there were empty voids- like deepest, darkest space. The mouth, a lipless slash, crowded with sharp, pointy teeth. The flesh appeared scalded and shiny—like scarred skin-- tight across the body. Muscles stood out in sinewy relief, as if they were barely covered in flesh. The arms were muscular and disproportionately long, terminating in hands with too many fingers, each with a talon instead of a nail. And did I see the hint of dark wings behind? It appeared to be regarding me, with its unwavering dark gaze, and I was utterly petrified. My mind wanted to believe that I was drugged. Hallucinating this terrible image. But somewhere in the deep recesses of my animal brain, I knew this was real. Real And beyond my rational beliefs. “Wh… wh… who…?” I managed to croak out, before the sound died on my lips. The creature continued to stare at me with those empty voids in its face. The longer I stared into them, the more I began to see things swimming in their depths. Terrible things. I looked away, shivering uncontrollably. “Who or what I am does not matter, human,” it said in a rusty, scrapey, deep voice. “They have summoned me, and I have come. The fools! Even now, they have no inkling of the true nature of the forces with which they play. If they did they would have fled from this place in terror. But no. To them this was a mere game; they did not truly believe. I do not brook the follies of man and there will be repercussions. And yet… they deliver unto me such tasty flesh to defile…” “P-p-p-please don’t kill me! Oh God protect me! Oh Jesus please save me!” I prayed. The creature laughed then- a sound like glass inside a garbage disposal. “Those empty words have never held power or sway! There is no mercy here! You of virgin flesh are bound to me in this moment outside of time, as I am bound in this earthly space. But I will grant you this knowledge, human. Death is not immediately forthcoming. You have been chosen as the Vessel.” I struggled mightily against the chains, but to no avail. I twisted and pulled and screamed, but my binds would not yield. The creature watched me placidly as I expended my energy. When the fight finally left me, I sagged back onto the slab. “A Vessel for what,” I whispered, defeated. “You have heard of AIDS, yes?” it asked. I nodded, horrified. “The first virus was passed to a Vessel through a union much like this. We needed a fertile male host—one that would pass on his demon seed to many others, eventually casting them all down in sin. That Vessel performed… admirably.” “Are you telling me you unleashed HIV on the world and infected millions of men on purpose?” I sobbed. “Yes.” “You monster!” I spat. The creature grinned. “I believe Incubus would be more accurate, although we do not concern ourselves with human labels.” “Well, we have pre and post exposure protocols now. And drugs to combat your virus so humans can live long, productive lives. So even if you infect me…” I began bravely. “Hence the need for a new Vessel,” the Incubus interrupted. “The time has come for a new virus. One that will not be so easily tamed. One that will again spread through humanity’s sinners. The Fornicators. The drug users. The adulterers. Hastening their demise and bringing them more quickly to my Master’s fold.” “No…” I pleaded. “Now we begin,” the Incubus stated. His mouth of teeth opened menacingly, and a long, black tongue snaked out of the orifice. Longer than my brain could comprehend… 3 feet? 4 feet? And it undulated and rippled like an earthworm. I watched as the demon slowly sank down between my legs, and then I felt it. His tongue was teasing and lapping against my asshole. It was hot- almost to the point of uncomfortably so, but not quite. “Ah, it has been too long since I have tasted the sweetness of man,” it said. And then the tongue started slowly inching its way inside me. Feeling the heat of it penetrate inside me was intense. The creature was right about me being a virgin. I’d never done anything with anyone ever before, as I had grown up in a fairly strict household. All I had time for was school, swimming, my after-school job, church… and masturbation. I’d never even kissed a girl… or a boy. As I thought about this, I had the faint memory of telling the man at the bar that I was “eighteen and never been kissed”. With that one statement, I’d probably sealed my fate and landed myself as a human sacrifice. At first I was horrified and frightened and revolted by the invasion into my body. Even in all my masturbation and self-exploration, I’d never come anywhere near my butthole. The sensation was completely foreign—but not unwelcome. The thick, hot tongue continued pulsing and snaking its way inside. Deeper and deeper. At the prostate it seemed to pause and explore and… caress making me shiver with nervous adrenaline. And I found it increasingly difficult not to get aroused. I felt sick. I was being violated by this sex demon from what I could only guess was hell (or some hellish plane of existence) and yet here I was, strangely turned on by it. Overwhelmingly so. I railed against it. Reprimanding myself with my internal monologue for feeling this way. Telling myself to resist—that I should be disgusted. That I was being raped for god’s sake! But the waves of pleasure were too much to ignore. My dick was soon teenage steel and straining toward the ceiling. It was almost painful and I couldn’t touch it at all to relieve it. And still the tongue explored my insides- pushing deeper. I felt it’s heat as it teased some deep barrier inside me, where I was sure it would stop. But it tickled and twirled at this place and my breath quickened. Soon it worked up past it and beyond and the wave of pleasure created made my body start to shake. I felt my body open and relax as my head lolled to one side. The creature chuckled at this- that horrible glass grinding sound again. I don’t know how long that tongue violated my guts as I lost all sense of the flow of time. Hours? Days? Years? All I know is that I could feel that tongue snaking all the way up into me. When I would occasionally lift my head, I could see the creature’s head moving subltly between my legs and I could see the tongue move and writhe beneath the taut flesh of my stomach. It reminded me of that one time I saw a baby move beneath the skin of a pregnant woman and was creeped out. Slowly the tongue withdrew from me, and I found myself missing the hot presence inside my intestines. Almost craving to be filled again… and I hated myself for feeling this way. Then the beast stood up slowly, my eyes tracking his movement. As he brought himself to his full height, I saw it. A massive phallus arcing up and away from his body, glossy and deep red. The wedge-shaped ruddy head reached up to the middle of his chest. It was definitely not human-proportioned- not even porn proportioned. I had never seen anything so massive… not even on the horses on our farm. My eyes got large as the slow realization of what was coming next became apparent. “No… please! I can’t. IT can’t! It’s not possible. You said I wouldn’t die, but that will kill me.” I begged him. But it fell on deaf ears. “Human males are preferable virgin sacrifices, although harder to find. They can endure and their anatomy is more… compliant. Human females, while accommodating in their own way, have limited depth and tend to… rupture… thus rendering them disposable,” it graveled out. At this point I started crying in earnest. I could see what was coming and it scared the shit out of me. I had no choice. No control. This wasn’t what I wanted… or was it? But after the tongue exploration, there was a teeny-tiny part of my brain that was, dare I say, titillated? And that knowledge scared me even more. I watched as it gripped its massive prong in one taloned fist, and then pushed it downward to align with my asshole. I was sobbing and shaking my head, but I knew my situation was hopeless. I was basically pinned like a butterfly on this stone slab, about to be split in half. I felt the hot, triangular head pushing insistently against my asshole and I thought there was no way it would be able to enter—not without considerable pain and irreparable damage. But… … it was weird. I could feel it start to slide in. The heat pulsing off that huge member was intense as it pushed past by sphincter. But it didn’t hurt for some reason. I could feel immense pressure, and an uncomfortably full feeling pervading my guts, but no pain. For some reason, due to some magic or demon novocaine, the entry wasn’t accompanied by the mind-shattering agony I was prepared for. Rather, it was- dare I say- pleasurable? It was a similar sensation to the tongue that had come before. I could feel it inside me. The heat. The fullness. The inexorable penetration. But where the tongue slithered and snaked around inside, this sensation was just of firm flesh invading my deepest recesses. Again, I felt the beast appendage impact somewhere deep inside me at meet resistance, and again I figured this was the extent of how far he would be able to go without tearing me internally. But there was some additional pressure, a slight stab of pain, and then… oh, and then! Goddamn. I could feel a slight ‘pop’ and the massive meat had pushed past beyond my barrier and was now invading deeper into me. Where the tongue had gone. The waves of pleasure as it continued into me were intense and almost more than I could bear. my sobs and tears had stopped and I believe I cried out in ecstasy, but I can’t be sure because my mind was blown at this point. After what felt like an eternity, I felt the creature’s hot groin pressed against my ass, and I knew that he was all the way inside and I had somehow survived. I don’t know where all that dick went, but every breath was a struggle it felt like it was lodged below my sternum, somewhere up near my heart. Then, the cock started a slow withdrawal from my body. Every inch that it retreated left me feeling hollow and empty. Eventually, the Incubus only had the head remaining inside me. Then he started to push inside again, only a tiny bit faster. This process repeated many times- so many that I lost count. The only thing I was aware of was the core of heat inside my body when he was inside me, and the feeling of fullness and pleasure. Again, all this was completely happening outside of time itself, so I don’t have any perspective of how long this back and forth went inside my guts. It felt like years were passing with each thrust. As the fuck continued, my body eventually completely gave itself over to lust and desire. I had relaxed to the point where my insides were fully accepting his demon dick. All thoughts of impropriety had long since fled and I was feeling nothing but dizzying pleasure at being impaled on his massive shaft. I found that I couldn’t get enough. I wanted this demon’s dick in me for eternity. I wanted him to never stop. I know I was moaning and screaming and making noises of ultimate pleasure every time he bottomed out inside me and I was actively trying to throw myself further into him. “Yessssssssssss,” the Incubus hissed. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard. “Submit unto me! Accept your fate!” He was staying further inside me now. Rarely pulling out beyond half before thrusting inside again. And the thrusts were harder. His groin bruising my ass. I found myself staring into the voids that were its eyes as the fucking continued. It felt like I was falling into a bottomless well of lust and desire, that sensation of falling without hitting bottom. Mixed with the sensation of his giant cock deliciously rearranging my insides. As his tempo slowly increased further, his tongue slowly snaked out of his mouth and found it’s way to mine. I felt the hot, black, roughness enter my mouth and start to push down my throat into my esophagus. Normally I would have started gagging uncontrollably at this, but again. As if by demon magic, I was just able to accept his tongue down my throat. The heat signature slowly crept downward into my belly—and beyond. I was taking sustaining breaths through my nostrils now, as the demon pounded me furiously while tongue-fucking my throat and stomach. I think his cock and tongue made connection and completed the circuit inside me. My body was vibrating from his double penetration, pleasure beyond all reason and measure crashing into me, through me, over me. It felt like I had been edged up to the point of an orgasm for a lifetime without release and my body was going crazy with desire. His tempo was frenzied now, and he was growling. A horrifying sound that seemed to rend the air. I could feel the triangular spear shaped tip of his cock start to swell up inside me. Taking up more and more room within. It grew to where it felt like it was half the width of my torso, yet my willing body took it. Craved it. Needed it. I could barely breathe as it was affecting my diaphragm and lungs. The red light in the room had grown steadily with the demon’s passion. It morphed with the fuck, moving into orange, then yellow, then white, then brilliant incandescence. My eyes closed tight to shield them from the intensity. “IT IS TIME!” the Incubus bellowed. “WITH THIS SEED YOU BECOME THE VESSEL!” And with that, the demon cock erupted inside me. Scalding hot semen pulsed from that massive head, flooding into me. It burned with a pleasure-pain that caused my body to buck and shake uncontrollably. I contorted and writhed with full body orgasms as volumes of poisonous demon seed poured into me, filling me- searing my viscera. I could feel his molten jism actually rising like gorge in my throat. The salty, sulfurous, metallic taste making me gag. It was like I was burning alive from the inside, but without pain. It felt like a fever, but a fever of 451°F. I couldn’t breathe or move and it felt like I might burst apart into flame. But slowly… ever so slowly… this feeling diminished. With every throb of my pulse, the heat within grew less and less, like I was ejecting my corona into space like a dying star. Eventually, I felt like I could breathe again, and I could feel the cool, wetness of the stone under my back. I slowly opened my eyes. Smoke hung thick in the air which again smelled of sulfur. In the haze the Incubus was nowhere to be seen. I noticed that I was no longer bound by the chains—they just hung impotently around me. I pushed myself into a seated position for the first time in what felt like a millennia and swayed a little unsteadily. I was woozy and felt severely dehydrated and also… different. Slowly I began to take inventory of my body. I looked down and noted that I was covered by crusty, black soot from head to toe, like I’d been in a fire. Also my chest and belly were coated in semen (which I somehow knew was mine) making the soot on my torso streaky and sticky. The demon had fucked what appeared to be a week’s worth of cum out of me. Speaking of my body… I found it had changed markedly. I was more muscular than I had been before. My shoulders and chest much broader. My arms bulging. My legs thick and strong. I felt longer of limb and that when I stood I would be taller. I was leaner, too, with deep muscular definition. And lo! I had chest hair! I had been a hairless, skinny, twink before— but now? But without a doubt the biggest change was to my dick. The flesh now hanging between my legs was certainly NOT what I had before. Before I was just a guy with an unremarkable cock. Average. Nothing that stood out or was noticed in the swim locker room or gym class by any means. But now? Flaccid it was hanging to just north of mid thigh. I could fell the meaty weight of it, and I instinctively knew it would expand to become a real cuntwrecker. As these changes sank in, I slowly started to realize that I felt different inside as well. I felt confident… no, cocky. Strong. Sure of myself. Brave. Sexy. Fearless. And dangerous. When I looked for the Five men in Robes, I noticed them laying on the floor in disarray at the five points where they had been. Eventually they stirred faintly and moaned a bit as they came to. I heard one of them mutter, “Dude, what the fuck just happened?” When they had revived enough and saw me seated and unshackled, they were visibly shaken. The one in the gold mask looked at me and said, “Who are you?” “I was the virgin manchild you brought here as a sacrifice, but no longer. Now I am the Vessel. Now I am Gift of Death.” They all turned and ran. Just as the Incubus had said, they were fools. They meddled with dark forces and in turn have released Me unto the world. The new Vessel. They would soon come to rue their choices, of that I was sure. And then eventually to Him. I would start with the man in the gold mask. The seducer from the club. The “high priest” as it were. I followed them at a leisurely pace, their cries echoing through the rough hewn chamber, leading me on to the exit. Thoughts of my future formed as I walked. I could not go home now—the 18 year old that entered this chamber was dead. As the Vessel, I needed to sow my seed far and wide. Perhaps I should become a hitchhiker? A truck driver? A male prostitute? “No,” I said with a smile. “I will become a flight attendant.”

Hello to everyone...short story...i was in a relationship until november last year. We broke up because essentially i want to have fun. Beginning of jan, i was invited to my first gangbang...i got fucked all night from 5 tops. I can describe the feeling of the cum inside me, as the best thing in my life and now i cannot stop thinking about getting loaded... But i wanna do it properly from now on...no loads refused and regularly....long sessions since i can get rough fucked for hours with no struggle. Will be 1 month in Berlin in February...then 1 month in NYC and 2 in los angeles where i will live forever probably...any help? Suggestions? I also have the fetish of having a Master that locks my cock, and releases me only after a certain amount of loads has been reached...amount that will progressively grow up, making me willing to improve my cumdumping skills. Also willing to be recorded. Ty 🙂

Got a hit on Grindr this morning, not 10 minutes after I logged on. He sent me his location (an apartment building about 20 minutes from my place) even before he sent me a video of his dick. He was nice and thick and uncut, and my mouth started watering immediately at the thought of having that thick piece of meat pounding my hole. I sent him a sampling of my pics, including one of my hole dripping a couple of loads - his profile was tagged with both 'anon' and 'bb', my favorite - and he was only too eager to have me stop by. We agreed to meet in an hour. I got douched and messaged him as I hit the road. To my relief, he stayed in touch throughout my drive, which boosted my confidence that he was serious - though I've had guys block me when I was within 5 minutes of the address they gave me. His building was not far from where some friends of mine live - friends who have no idea that I hook up anonymously with strangers and take their loads. It was so close, in fact, that it was possible that I could walk out of his building and run into them as they walked their dog. If they ever asked, I'd be hard-pressed to tell them why I was in their town, since any time I go there it's to see them! Often that risk is enough to make me re-think my plans, but today I wanted it so bad that I didn't care. I messaged him from the parking lot and waited for him to disappear. Instead, he sent me a message that made me even hornier as it made me a little nervous: "My friend wants to watch, is that cool?" Too late to back out now! I was on autopilot. I needed cock, and I don't mind an audience. "Sure," I replied. He instructed me to go to the front door of his building, and he would meet me there. When he arrived in the lobby he was a younger guy, mid-20s, slender and Hispanic. He opened the door and led me to an apartment on the second floor. There were few lights on, but I heard some porn playing in what I assumed was the bedroom. There were curtains across the doorway; he separated them and stepped into the bedroom, revealing another, very similar-looking Hispanic guy sitting cross-legged on the bed. He had his cock out and was jerking it slowly as he watched the video on the TV that was hung on the bedroom wall. The room was a cornucopia of pleasures. A fuck machine sat on the floor at the foot of the bed. The bed-side table drawer was open, revealing a number of variously-sized toys, lube, and little brown bottles. Still more toys sat beside him on the bed. The guy who I was there to see stripped and motioned for me to do the same. His cock was about seven inches and it was thick. Seeing me looking at it, his friend on the bed laughed and said, "Good luck, I can only take half of that." Anyone who has read my material knows that I've taken as many as 15 cocks in an afternoon, so I was confident that with a little lube and a bit of help from a little brown bottle, I'd be just fine. The top ordered me onto the bed on my hands and knees. First he fed me his cock, fucking my face and making me gag as it grew in my mouth. His friend grabbed my man-tits and squeezed them in admiration. When he was ready, the top stepped around the bed behind me, lubed me up and slid inside. It was amazing! My hole had not been that full for a while so I hit the brown bottle regularly. It didn't take me long to get into the groove. His friend on the bed was rock-hard. He complimented my body and told me how hot it was watching me getting fucked. Almost unconsciously I looked at his cock and asked, "Are you sure you don't want me to suck that?" "I don't usually get sucked," he replied, but after a moment's thought he slid himself around in front of me and before I knew it I was sucking on his rock-hard cock while his partner plowed my hole. All too quickly the cock in my hole began to spasm as the top guy dumped his load deep in my guts. "Okay, I'm done, thanks," was all he said, indicating that it was time for me to leave. I got up and dressed as his partner continued to chat with me. I made it known that I've done multi-top cum dump scenes and am open to pretty much any scene; he told me that the next time I go, he wants to watch me experience his fuck machine. Whether that happens remains to be seen. As often happens they've been offline on Grindr since I left, and have not acknowledged the message I sent thanking them for a hot time. We'll see if it happens again. But in the meantime, I have a giant load in my ass to remember them by.

Chapter 5: The Voice Joey and Dean stared at each other for a moment, and then Dean took his hand and pulled him into the crowd to dance. They danced together for a few minutes, moving easily into a common rhythm until their two bodies were moving almost as one. But something still seemed a bit off. Dean couldn’t help noticing that Joey was looking a bit distracted, a bit “not all there,” and certainly not abandoning himself to the music as much as he had when they first met in Montreal. Dean leaned close to his ear and spoke loudly. “Is everything all right?” Joey looked at him for another minute, and then replied in the same way. “Fine, I guess. But I’d really like to talk. Let’s step outside for a minute.” They stepped out of the party room. The lobby area was busy and noisy too, but not nearly as loud as the blasting music inside. Joey thought for another long moment, and then came to a decision. “Dean, let’s go to my hotel – not for sex, I really need to talk with you.” Dean agreed at once. “Suits me, I wore myself out there!” Half an hour later, Dean and Joey, having decamped the party, were sitting together over a quiet drink in the bar of the hotel. It had been a pleasant surprise to discover that they were not only staying in the same place, but actually on the same floor. Joey had picked a quiet table over against the wall with no one else sitting close by. “Truth be told, Dean, I was really happy to see you again. You’ve been on my mind a lot, and I’m not sure exactly why. It seems like ages since I saw you that other time.” “Not surprising. I’ve been pretty much at home on the west coast for the last year – well, apart from a couple of quick visits to South Beach.” “Well, as I said, you’ve kept popping up in my mind recently. A couple of times, I could have sworn I heard your voice, but there was no sign of you anywhere.” “That’s interesting, because I hadn’t been particularly thinking about you, although of course I remembered you as soon as I saw you.” Joey took a sip of his wine, almost as if to bolster his nerves. “Look, Dean, I don’t know why this is so, but I just have a feeling that I can trust you with this, that you’re a safe person for me to take into my confidence. I’ve got a really weird secret to share with you, but I need you to promise solemnly to keep it to yourself.” “I’d say that depends on whether you’re doing something flagrantly illegal or not. There are limits.” Joey chuckled. “Nothing like that, but it is definitely strange. Look, let’s go upstairs, and I’ll show you what I’m going on about.” “Okay. I promise to keep it quiet.” They polished off the drinks, and then went upstairs. Dean found himself idly wondering what sort of weird sexual kink Joey was about to disclose to him. Once they got to Joey’s room, Joey said, “Okay. Here’s what I want you to do. I want you to go down the hall to your room, go in, close the door, and wait.” Joey stood at the door, watched Dean go down the hall, and close his door. Then Joey went inside his own room and closed his door…. …and appeared a moment later inside Dean’s room, standing right beside Dean again. Then he shook his head, baffled. “Dean! You don’t even look surprised!” “Well, maybe that’s because….” Dean vanished, to reappear across the room by the window, and then vanished again and reappeared right beside Joey once more. “Wow. And here I was thinking that I was the only one.” Three hours later, any thoughts of sex forgotten, they were still sitting and talking in low voices, a radio quietly playing in the background to help drown out their words if anyone happened to be listening in. Joey was finding himself more and more baffled as Dean filled him in on all the things he’d discovered about his own family, the variety of different forms the shifting could take, and the passing of these strange gifts down through the family line from mother to child. He could grasp at once the idea of keeping it hidden from the rest of the world, and the reason for the warning Deidra had given Dean about not using it excessively. “Thank you for filling me in on all that, Dean. You have no idea how thankful I am that I picked you for the demonstration.” “I can see why. I was lucky, I had my twin sister right there for me to show her when I found out about it, but you seemingly had no one.” “No one at all. My family is really old school, they hate the idea that I’m gay, and they threw me out and told me to stay out. It’s just me against the world now.” “Well, not just you, now that we’ve shared the big secret with each other. I’m more curious than anything, Joey, about how or why you sensed that it was safe to talk to me – and I’m really curious about how you thought you heard my voice speaking to you. That sounds like maybe your gift has gone somewhere well beyond mine.” “I’m really not sure, Dean. It happened twice. The first time, it was just an ordinary comment like make sure you get home safe or something like that. The other one, though… I was just sitting at home last week, thinking about this thing and wondering how I could find out any more about it without giving the game away, and I heard you say, Well, Joey, what’s wrong with me?” “This is getting really freaky. It’s as if you’re picking up some sort of subconscious vibe from me that I’m not aware I’m sending out. Oh, wait a minute….” Joey sat and waited, patiently. “I was just talking with my sister last week about how we sometimes anticipate each other, finish each other’s sentences, that kind of thing, and my mother said something about sensing when one of us was about to change the subject. Perhaps it’s just an aspect that developed more thoroughly in you than it did in us. I’m sure there’s a connection.” “Now you are starting to see the bigger picture.” “What’s that, Dean?” “I was just going to ask you what you meant.” “ I didn’t say anything. But I clearly heard you say something about the bigger picture.” “Joey, I didn’t say a word, but I heard you say that about the bigger picture.” They stared at each other. Joey made a move, as if to look under the bed. But he never got close enough to see. Dean’s senses snapped to full alert as he heard an echoing chuckle. It wasn’t in the room. It was inside him, not just in his head, either, as he sensed it throughout his entire body. One look at Joey’s face and frozen body position, halfway bent down, was enough to tell him that Joey had heard and felt that strange laughter too. And the feelings in his body told him clearly that there was no point in searching the room. The voice had come from everywhere – and nowhere. It most certainly wasn’t human. As he relaxed from that abrupt blast of adrenaline, Dean suddenly felt absolutely bone-tired, as if he could pass out in twenty seconds and sleep for twenty-four hours nonstop. Joey was blinking as if he were struggling to keep his eyes open. Dean made a move, as if to go back to his own room, and then stopped. “Joey.” “Yeah?” Joey was already drifting off. “Come here. I need to try something.” “Whaaa?” Dean wrapped his arms around Joey. “Hold onto me tight. Don’t let go.” He felt Joey grasp him tightly. Then Dean shut his eyes and in a moment opened them to find he was in Joey’s room down the hall, and still holding Joey. It had worked. Dean turned down the covers, guided Joey to the bed, and laid him down. Before he finished pulling Joey’s shoes off, Joey was asleep. Dean kicked his own shoes off, laid himself down beside Joey, closed his eyes, and went out like a light. Dean awoke to sunlight pouring into the room. He felt it through his eyelids. He stretched and let out a gentle “mmmm,” almost like a cat’s purr of contentment. Then he felt a pair of gentle hands take hold of him and opened his eyes to find Joey smiling down at him. “Good morning.” Then Dean looked again. “Wow! Look at you, all dressed up in that spiffy uniform and ready to go!” “Time to get back to work. Head for the airport, fly back to Montreal, and then I have to work a night flight to Milan.” “A jet-setting gayboy flight attendant. I didn’t know such things were possible.” They both laughed. But then Dean had another thought. “What happened to that rule about no drinking 24 hours before a flight?” “Did I?” Joey said innocently -- but giving Dean a wink and a grin as he said it. Then he turned serious again. “Dean, it’s obvious that we need to spend more time talking about this situation, and I think I should meet your family, too.” “I agree. When do you get a work break long enough to come down to San Diego?” “End of the month. I’ve got 4 days off. Let’s swap digits.” They saved each other’s numbers, and then Dean said, “Arrange yourself a flight. You’ll stay at my place.” “Sure your boyfriend won’t mind?” They laughed again, and then kissed goodbye, and Joey left. Dean looked at the closed door with a quizzical expression for a minute, and then chuckled. He’d just slept over for the night with Joey for the first time, without having any sex. Must be losing my touch, he thought to himself, and laughed again. Two weeks later, Dean was at the airport in San Diego, waiting to pick Joey up. He’d already arranged time off at work while Joey was here. He’d also arranged to meet Dayna and his mom in two days for lunch at Dayna’s place. Ross was out of the country on a business trip so they could talk it out thoroughly without any worries about running out of time. There was one slight detail. Dean hadn’t bothered to mention that he was bringing a friend along with him. Joey’s face lit up with a huge smile as he came through the door at arrivals and saw Dean waiting for him. They embraced and kissed each other, and then headed out to the car for the drive up to Carlsbad. Joey was entranced by the beautiful scenery, the hills and valleys, the ocean inlets, the surf pounding up onto the beaches. At Dean’s place, they spent a relaxing afternoon outside, soaking up the warmth of the spring sunshine and talking about non-serious stuff. Considering they’d only ever met twice, it was pretty amazing (Dean felt) that they were as comfortable with each other as if they were old, lifelong friends. They whipped up a light early supper, and then crashed early as Joey was tired – he’d worked an overnight flight from Tokyo to Toronto, and then hopped right onto the plane to San Diego with barely time to change out of his uniform and grab a quick shower in between flights. Dean lay awake beside him, laughing to himself at how they were already behaving just like an old married couple, tucking up together in bed without bothering about sex. The next day, he took Joey back into the city to look around a bit. They walked through the Old Town area and went up to Balboa Park, where they had lunch on a restaurant terrace. Then Dean took Joey to the country club for a swim, followed by dinner. Joey loved it. As they sat down on a pair of loungers after swimming, Dean waved a waiter over and ordered drinks. Joey stretched and smiled as the sun warmed him. “Wow, a guy could get used to keeping fit by doing laps here all year round!” Just as he said that, Jaysen Macaleister came sauntering by. He took a good, long look at Joey’s body stretched out on the lounger in a colourful, eye-grabbing speedo. “Nice catch, Deano!” His tone verged on the snarky. Dean just laughed and shook his head, waving Jaysen away. “He sounded jealous, Dean.” “I’m sure he was. He spent months and months eyeing me up, finally got me to fuck him once, and hasn’t gotten me again since. Now, what was that you were saying about doing laps here all year? You’ll have him chasing after you if you do!” “Worried?” Joey chuckled. “Don’t be, Dean – he isn’t a patch on you.” “Who’s worried? Anyway, he doesn’t really do any chasing. Mostly he sits in the club lounge, studying everyone who passes by with his slightly glazed eyes, between rounds of flirting with the bartender. A real lounge lizard in training.” That set them both laughing. After they’d dried off, finished their drinks, and gotten dressed again, they headed up to the club dining room. On the way, they passed Mark, the caretaker, and he gave Joey a quick but thorough once-over, then winked and grinned at Dean. “Another of your conquests?” “Quite the opposite. He conquered me and put me out of commission for two weeks.” “Do tell. This sounds interesting. And here was me, thinking you were one hundred percent top.” “Not at all, Joey. That was just the particular mood I was in that night in Montreal.” The club chef was in fine form that night, and their meals were amazing. Joey, of course, was poking and prodding, trying to get Dean’s life story out of him. Dean laughed it off, telling him that he was really just a simple middle-class boy from L.A., and all the luxury was a lucky spinoff from his mother’s second marriage to a multi-millionaire. “I know it sounds intimidating,” Dean said, “but Ross is actually a really cool guy, very laid back and easy to chat up. You won’t meet him this time, he’s out of the country on business, but I’m sure you’ll get along fine with him when you do.” Joey looked at him closely. “Dean… the way you said that, it sounds like you’re picturing a future for us together.” Dean thought for a moment. “You’re right, I was.” He laughed, then shook his head. “I don’t know where that came from, it just seems natural somehow. I guess because of… well, you know.” Joey’s face fell slightly, but Dean didn’t notice it. That night, Joey turned up his aggressive side a few notches, catching Dean off guard. “I’m going to check into what that caretaker found out, see how it feels to give you the works.” With that, he pushed Dean onto the bed and leaped on top of him, digging his face and tongue forcefully into the crack between Dean’s firm round cheeks. Joey ate away at Dean’s ass like a starving man, licking up and down, sucking the flesh into his mouth, kissing his way along the crack, and then digging his tongue into the tight hole. Eventually, Dean opened up a bit and Joey was able to start tongue-fucking him, pushing the tip of his tongue right into Dean’s hole, and then sucking back on the asslips as hard as he could. Dean was moaning all over the bed, twisting back and forth, and crying out, “Ohgodohgodhgod, don’t stop – keep doing that!” But Joey was just getting warmed up. He wormed his finger into Dean’s hole, and kept up his tongue work at the same time, driving Dean into an absolute ecstasy of sensation. His finger found the button, and he began stroking it, stroking it until Dean yelled out, “Shit, you’re going to make me cum.” Joey stopped and pulled his face and finger out of Dean’s ass. Dean lay there, gasping for air and quivering with excitement, rolling his hips back and forth on the bed. Joey spat into his hand, smeared it into the precum on his cock, pulling the skin back, and then planted the cock head firmly against Dean’s hole. He pushed a little, feeling the head pop in, waited a second or two longer, and then shoved his seven inches all the way down to the bottom. Dean yelled at the intrusion, but when Joey started to back out, he grabbed back behind him at Joey’s hips, yelling, “No! Don’t stop! Fuck me, you stud!” Joey tensed up his lean, muscular body and began driving his dick deep inside Dean, thrusting all the way down until his hip bones bounced off Dean’s rounded cushions. His cock opened up Dean’s hole until it had clear passage, and then Joey began hammering away at Dean, pounding him harder than he’d ever pounded another man in his life. It took barely a minute, and then Joey slammed down extra hard, seeing stars as he bottomed out and his cock convulsed, propelling seven huge squirts of man juice deep into Dean’s hole. As soon as he began shooting, Joey felt Dean’s hole squeezing down hard and rhythmically on him and knew that Dean was cumming underneath himself, hands free, all over the bed. As soon as both of them finished cumming, Joey pulled out, watching his sperm squeezing and dribbling out of Dean’s hole. He slurped it all up, then rolled Dean over and lay on top of him, sharing his cum with Dean as they kissed. But Joey was far from done. After a minute of playing snowball, he got up onto his knees, lifted Dean’s legs into the air, and sent his still-hard cock like a guided missile right back inside Dean’s well-used ass. Dean groaned, but Joey barked, “Shut up. You got your chance to beat the crap out of my hole, now it’s my turn!” For answer, Dean reached down and grabbed Joey’s hips, forcing that hard tool all the way inside himself again. “Yeah, Joey, keep fucking me. Pound me some more and breed me again.” Joey was happy to comply, again driving his cock hard and fast into Dean’s ass. Then he switched it up. Pulling slowly out until only the head was inside, he suddenly and savagely slammed it all the way in and repeated that half a dozen times. He pushed right inside, and then swivelled his hips, causing his cock to rotate all around inside Dean’s hole. He rolled Dean onto his back and crossed his ass to fuck him at a ninety degree angle to the left. Then Joey turned right around until he was facing Dean’s heels, and fucked him that way, digging his cock right into parts of Dean that nobody had ever hit before. That was all it took to trigger Dean’s second orgasm, and as soon as his hole started spasming, Joey fired off another generous load inside Dean’s guts, pumping and shooting over and over until he ran dry, and the sperm was squeezing out around his dick. At last he disconnected and flopped down onto the bed on his back. Dean roused himself, crawled on top of Joey, and started kissing him. “Holy fuck,” Dean said in awe, “I’ve never had anyone do me like that before. And there I was, so sure you were a total power bottom.” “See?” Joey replied. “We were both dead wrong!” They laughed and then kissed and nuzzled each other more gently until they fell asleep, both of them all fucked out. The next day, they drove into the city again to have lunch with Dayna and Deidra. Dean was moving with a little more caution than usual, and Joey noticed it. “Tough night last night, Dean?” Dean laughed. “Yeah, but damn, it was well worth it.” They walked into Dayna’s condo, and Dean promptly said, “Mom, Dayna, this is Joey.” They looked a bit startled, then welcomed him – and Dayna made a beeline for the kitchen to get out cutlery and glassware for another place at the table. “Dayna, hang on a second, and get back out here.” “Ooh, are you ever getting bossy, telling me what to do in my own home.” “Just be a good sister and do it -- please?” Dayna came back into the living room. Dean said, “I want you to see for yourselves why I brought Joey with me.” He looked at Joey expectantly. Joey promptly vanished, reappearing by the window, then disappeared again and popped back into view at Dean’s side. Dayna and Deidra both stared, suitably astonished. The four of them spent the whole afternoon talking about all the different aspects of the situation in detail. For Dayna and Deidra, the real eye-opener was the account of the strange voice and laughter the boys had heard, and what that voice had said: “Now you are starting to see the bigger picture.” None of them were quite sure how to interpret that. As Dean said, it might simply refer to finding someone who was not, apparently, a member of the family, yet shared the strange family characteristic of the power to shift things or people, or one’s own self. Dayna, however, suggested that it could just as likely refer to the whole area of second sight, mind reading, or sharing of thoughts, an area which they were, so far, just catching in momentary glimpses. Whichever it was, as Joey reminded them, there was clearly some form of intelligence at work here which was not their own. Deidra was the one who thought to ask Joey about his family background, reminding him that, for all of them, their unique abilities had descended through the matrilineal line. “As you might guess from my full name, Giuseppe Amadeo Florenzi, my family is Italian. They live in Toronto. Mother, father, a brother, and two sisters. I haven’t seen any of them in over ten years, not since my mother…” (and he spat the word out) “…found out I was gay and threw me out of the house for good. She and my father told me never to come back.” “Creeps.” Dayna’s tone was distinctly unfriendly. She’d plainly taken a shine to Joey already. “Joey, do any of them have any abilities like yours?” “Sorry, ma’am, but I….” “Oh, for heaven’s sake, Joey, call me Deidra – please!” “Sorry, Deidra. I don’t know if any of them have any of this, but if they did, I feel damn certain they’d keep it under wraps. Old line, strict Catholics, crippled by their religion, I’m sure they’d consider it the work of the devil.” “I’m sorry, too, Joey. I’m not asking you these questions to make you uncomfortable. It’s just that, based on our experience, it’s very likely that your mother has some such ability and that one or more of your siblings do as well. And if that’s so, then it’s likely that her mother also had it.” “One thing’s for sure, Deidra, I never saw or heard any sign or hint of it.” Dayna intervened. “Joey, maybe it’s time for you to do some research into the background of your family. Dean did it for us; he can show you how.” “Sounds like a plan. If you’ll excuse me a moment, can you point me to the washroom?” “Right through there on the left.” “Back in a minute.” As soon as Joey closed the bathroom door, Dayna leaned close to Dean and spoke quietly. “So, are you two boyfriends?” “Not really.” “Dean, get a grip! He thinks you are. It sticks out a mile on his face every time he looks at you or mentions your name. And what the hell is your problem, anyway?” “I don’t really know, Dayna.” “When is he flying home?” “Tomorrow morning.” “Okay, brother, after that, you and I are going to have a little talk about this.” At that point, Joey returned to the room, and Dayna sat back in her seat. Mission accomplished. Deidra looked at the clock on the wall, and said, “You know, it’s almost dinner time. What do you want to do?” Dayna said, “Good Mexican place just down the street here. How’s that sound?” Dinner time was lighter-hearted, more jovial, as they all knew better than to discuss their serious issues out in public. After they’d finished, Dean and Joey said goodbye to take the road back up to Carlsbad. Dayna hugged Joey close, patting him on the back, and Dayna did the same, kissing him on the cheek for good measure. As they drove north, Joey said, “Your mom and your sister said goodbye to me almost as if I were one of the family.” His tone carried a clear, unspoken implication of “so what’s holding you back?” Dean smiled. “Yes, I saw that. They obviously want you to know that you are family here. Quite aside of what happens between you and me, you’re family because you share our secret and our dilemma of how to live normally when we’re so abnormal by the standards of the world.” “And getting more and more abnormal by the day if the hints of mind-reading and second sight develop even more with time.” Without even thinking about it, Dean found that he had reached out and was holding Joey’s hand as he drove. No more words. They finished the drive to Carlsbad like that, hands joined, sharing the silence in a companionable unity. Back at Dean’s house, they climbed the stairs to the upper level and went into the bedroom. Joey placed his hand on Dean’s shoulder. Dean turned to face him, and Joey drew him closer, kissing Dean with full intention and emotion. Dean shuddered as the wave of feeling swept over him. Joey lifted off his lips just far enough to whisper into his ear, “Dean, I love you. I love you so much. And I want to be with you, from now on, the two of us, together against the world.” Dean quivered again. He had feared this would happen. At least he knew enough to share the simple, honest truth in return. “Joey, I get the same kinds of feelings about you, but I’m frightened. I can’t say it because I’m afraid of what might happen.” “Like what, love?” “I don’t know. In our situation, isn’t there enough reason to be afraid, without trying to pick it apart? I know that I want to be with you, but I’m just too frightened right now to go all in.” “I see.” Joey started to turn away. “Joey, please….” His hand fell on Joey’s shoulder. “What?” Dean moved behind Joey, wrapping his arms around him and placing his head, face down, on his shoulder. His voice came as a muffled murmur into Joey’s shirt, but Joey caught every word he said. “I need your help, Joey. I need you to give me the courage I lack, which you have – the courage to push my fears aside. I think you’re the only person who can help me to do that. Please…” and Dean gulped down his tears before going on, “…please don’t walk away from me.” It was a cry from the heart. And Joey understood, in his own terms, better than Dean gave him credit for. He knew only too well the pain of rejection, the anguish of being thrown brutally aside by those who you thought loved you. Joey could also hear the loneliness and longing in Dean’s voice – and this feeling, too, he thoroughly knew and hated. It was the bleak, hopeless emotion of knowing you were doomed to go through life alone, or else to live a lie with another person who could not safely be shown the whole of your true self. Joey knew that Dean represented a chance to live his whole truth with another man who could do the same with him. If he walked away now, would another such chance ever come his way? The two of them were faced with a unique opportunity, one which was almost certainly a one-time-only chance, but where Joey was completely ready to grasp it, Dean wasn’t. Joey knew he couldn’t blame Dean for that. And he believed the truth in the words when Dean said that he wanted to be with Joey but was still being ruled by his overwhelming, oppressive fears. Joey, his decision made, turned back to face Dean again, seeing clearly the fear in Dean’s face. “Come on, love, let’s get to bed. Time enough to hash all of this out another day.” Joey undressed Dean gently, carefully, setting his clothes aside one by one. He then walked Dean backwards to the bed and guided him down. After shedding his own clothes, Joey lay down on the bed beside him, and drew Dean into his embrace. He held Dean closely, tenderly, while Dean shuddered with tears and sobs of relief. Joey stroked him lightly, murmuring comforting sounds, while Dean cried his emotions out. At last, the emotional storm spent, Dean opened his eyes, reddened from crying, and looked at Joey. “I was right. I just can’t do this without you, Joey. And you were right too. The two of us against the world – that’s how it has to be.” “Just like that?” “Once I realized what was my biggest fear of all, the rest just didn’t matter any more.” “And your biggest fear of all was…?” “Losing you.” Dean took a deep breath and looked Joey squarely in the eye. “Joey, I love you.” “I love you, Dean.” “Show me now.” Moving slowly and dreamily, Joey slid up and down along Dean’s body while they stroked each other’s bodies. Each slide pumped up their two cocks a little more, going from a little chubby to well filled to solid to rock hard. As their cocks grew, their hands slowly applied more pressure to each other’s bodies, but still with the intention to stroke, to soothe, to reassure, to communicate. At last, Dean moved. Without any prompting, he lifted his legs up over and back, over his body, exposing his hole to Joey. Joey smiled, a little ironically. “Already? My, how soon we forget.” They both laughed. But Dean caught his eye and said, seriously, “I know this time is going to be different. I’m not the same man I was last night, and neither are you.” Joey understood at once what Dean was telling him. They were both different because they were now a part of each other. And Dean was trusting him, opening to him, telling Joey without words that he wanted Joey to be inside him, to love him, to demonstrate that new unity which had grown between them. It was time. Joey smeared the precum on his cock all around the head, and then placed the tip against Dean’s hole. Tonight, there was no resistance, no pressure to overcome. Dean opened right up and allowed Joey to enter. He slid in, slowly, smoothly, all the way to the bottom, and there was no protest, no struggle, no cry of pain. Dean had opened completely, and he and Joey were now joined completely together. Joey let himself down to lie full length along Dean’s body, and their mouths joined in an ongoing, deep kiss. Dean’s arms and legs curled around Joey, joining each other above his back, drawing him in until they were closer than close, closer than either of them had ever felt before with anyone else. Joey pumped slowly, smoothly, in and out of Dean’s hole, and Dean’s arms and legs felt the muscles in his body flexing as he went. Dean worked his hole on Joey’s cock, making him welcome, stroking him from the inside. They made love to each other, neither of them in a hurry, both of them allowing the full intensity of their coupling to penetrate as deeply into their hearts, minds, and souls as possible. When the time for the climax came, no words needed to be spoken, as they were both so fully in tune with each other. Without even trying, they came right together, Dean’s cock spilling his seed in between their abs as Joey’s cock swelled up and erupted inside Dean. And time stood still. At last, they rolled onto their sides, still embracing, with Joey still inside Dean, joined together in an incredible unity that was only partly physical and knowing that it would hold them until the end – although neither of them could foresee at the time what that end would be.

Part 4 The inevitable happened. The hostage got royally fucked by Cuntbuster. Before Caio move onto the bed, someone injected some chemicals at the base of his cock. And soon enough, Cuntbuster went rigid like a steel pipe. It was a massive weapon, thick and vicious with a glistening PA sitting like a crown on the cockhead. The hostage went frantic when Caio came into his view. No gag would have silenced such screams. Chains were rattling like a melody. - Honestly, he should get an award for his acting. I said out loud. Leo was next to me and gave me a weird look. Caio shoved all his cock deep in the guy ass in his first assault. Cuntbuster had defeated his adversary in one single plunge. Any resistance was futile. Game was over. - Like an oven down there and soon you will bake Cuntbuster poz babies. The hostage was now bouncing on the mattress, impaling himself back, at each thrust. In normal circumstance, I would have worried at the scene before me and felt sorry for the guy, but the not-so diluted tranquilizer in Leo’s homemade iced tea was still blurring my reality. - You sweat. Hope you didn’t catch a bug you don’t want. Here, drink some iced tea, it might help. The scene went along for few more minutes. Caio came in his victim ass with a victory roar, pulled out, leaving a ruined body behind him. Another guy, pretty hung (of course), took his place and started fucking. In two steps, Caio was in front of me. - Mind and pupils relaxed. Can’t be more ready than this. Leo pried my mouth open, inserting a Viagra and an aspirin. - Here take these and drink this I was given a glass of an infect beverage, except this iced tea was warmer and had a different taste. I pushed back the glass. - I'm out of iced tea. This is all I got. So drink. If I’d knew better, I would say it was piss. I looked at a grinning Leo suspiciously. As soon as the thought crossed my mind it vanished immediately. Nah, he’s way too nice of a man, he wouldn’t do that kind of prank. - Let’s take a break, you and me, I’ll teach you a thing or two. Caio hooked his hand inside the waistband of my jeans and dragged me to the nearest bed available. *** I was still very calm, and I was able to focus. My span of attention was getting better. I was hard and horny now. In a malleable mind-state. A great condition to get fucked even if you don’t want to. Caio was cuddling me and marking me with a lot of hickeys. Cuntbuster was nudging my balls between my legs. One hand was mauling a nipple while with the other one he was lazily giving me a five-knuckle-shuffle on my cock. - Sshhh, pretty boy, I know you are reluctant to have Cuntbuster shoved up your virgin ass… I just nodded. No, it’s a lie. I wasn’t just nodding. I was also voluntary rocking my ass lightly against Caio’s lower abs. The warmth of his body was soothing, and I needed to cum. - Feel this, boy. Feel how it’s smooth, how smooth it will feel when I slide it home. Tell me how bad you want it, how bad you want me to share my toxic load with you. Cuntbuster was pulsing like it had a life of his own. I looked down to both cocks and was mesmerized by the sight. Caio’s cock was definitely bigger than mine, but I had nothing to be ashamed. - Raise your leg Two fingers found their way to my hole. Even in my straight-guy mind, I knew that I would never let a girl dry fuck me with her fingers or objects, although no girl I shagged would have come willingly near my ass. It was hard enough to convince them to get a blow job, except Prissy at the bar. Caio’s fingers were insisting - Lube… please… - Since you're asking so nicely He collected some precum from both cocks and smeared it over my hole. He repeated the process a couple of time. I took over masturbating our cocks, one against the other. - This is the yin and the yang of the cocks. The good and the bad. The pure and the evil. The neg and the poz. Like a mantra, Caio's was whispering a lot of things, interrupted here and there by tongue foraging my ear. The hand was back at my bruised nipple. Caio had stretched it to a pencil eraser size. Now he was back at it, torturing it between his fingers which was sending weird feelings down my spine, but mostly to my cock. The precum-wet fingers were crawling in my ass. - It hurts - A finger or two in your in ass is not pain. You must know that when Cuntbuster is going to fuck you up the first ten or twelve times, then you will know what pain is. - Ten times? - Only if you are a poor fuck. If you are good, pretty boy, I will fuck you so much that your ass will never remember being virgin. - I’m not gay. I want a girlfriend, and... - Not anymore, no more girlfriends for you, no more pussies. - But… - Sshhh, pretty boy, gay or not, Cuntbuster doesn’t care, so why would you? - Because it’s my ass? - You’re wrong again my naïve boy. It is not just your ass. It is a sheltered home for all Cuntbuster poz babies and his toxic friends. The intimacy created by Caio felt good, despite the fact he was a guy. I can’t blame Dad if this how he felt? I was scared and not totally committing to gay sex, and even less to have unprotected sex with a poz guy. - I need to piss - Now? - Too much iced tea… Caio jump out the bed and tilted his head for me to come along. We cross the décor set back to the dungeon where a black guy was fucking the hostage in a pretzel position. - Make Room Caio took hold of my hard on - Put it in I obeyed. - Well, what are you waiting for? Piss! That was insane, but I really need to go. - Sorry, I said to the hostage which cause a genuine laugh amongst the porn actors.

Part 3 Dad wasn’t home when I arrived, but one of the bikers from the night before was. He was laying down on the couch watching a kickboxing tournament, and a hand in his pants fondling his junk and a beer in the other, Since I had to get up early next morning, I resigned myself to sleep in Dad’s bed. Around 2 am, I felt movement as the guy tried to cuddle me. - Fuck you, I’m not gay. I said half-awakened, grabbing a pillow and moving back to my couch. I woke up at 5 and decided for a quick shower. Dad was still not there. The bathroom is in line with the bedroom and since it doesn’t have a door (I think dad sold it for weed at some point) so there was no way for me to take care of my morning wood. The warm water felt amazing. Pulling back the thin curtain, I found the guy sitting on the bed, facing me and jerking off rapidly. I grab a towel to cover myself. - Get a life, man. With a final grunt, the guy climaxes and just rolled on the bed showing his back. Large letters can be seen above his ass: “Cum Dump”, and above it a larger biohazard tattoo. I might not be gay, but living with my dad was much more instructive than any sexual education class, so I knew what the tattoos meant. I just hoped that Dad was taking his precautions. *** Leo didn’t say much about today’s job as I loaded the material in the van. - Hope you didn’t make any plan for tonight, boy, because I don’t expect we will be back before the wee hours of tomorrow. He didn’t say anything more about the job, but I suspected it wouldn’t be a corporate profile photoshoot. The drive wasn’t long, and we arrived at a deserted industrial area. Leo drove to the back of a condo-like warehouse and honk twice. The garage door opened, and Leo pulled back the van. The day was about to begin. Inside, there were 3 or 4 décor sets mimicking bedrooms. The last one was darker and look like a medieval dungeon. - I guess we are shooting porn today I tall lanky guy flanked by a really nice ginger bimbo greeted Leo. As they discussed logistics, I was day-dreaming about how she might look naked. My dick confined in my jeans was chubbing seriously. She was on her phone and completely ignoring us. It took us most of the morning to install everything. The first shoot was a lesbian session. Leo asked me to film from a certain angle. It was silly of me to be concerned about getting hard. It was hot for sure, but at the end disappointing. It was nothing like porn on the internet. The action was always interrupted. The girls would go at it for few minutes than stop to reposition, make-up, hair combing, etc. So, no erection. They weren’t even making a lot of sounds as most of it would be done at the post-production. The second session was a straight porno. It was hotter and had to adjust myself a few times. The Latino guy had an impressive dick. He pounded the girl with such force that she was emitting little high-pitched sounds similar to a poodle being strangled. - Take it, bitch The Latino gave few short and brutal thrusts, before pulling out. A flow of thick sperm was leaking from the angry red cunt lips. - Cut Then we did a series of shorter sessions, different actors, but mostly the same. Then we shot two hung guys screwing a small Asian girl almost non-stop in every way possible. That was hot. Then we stopped for quick bite around 3 pm. Leo had brought sandwiches and homemade iced tea for me, and water for him as he doesn’t like the tea flavor. I admit, the taste was horrible, but didn’t want to offend him and told Leo it was good. After all, he was nice enough to think about me. So, I got to drink the entire thermos as Leo kept filling my glass since “I like it so much”. A lot of the actors and actresses stopped by for a quick chat and thank us for our work. All of them knew Leo and made, what it seems, inside jokes with him. We started back with one of the hung guy with the same Asian girl. Then the second guy from the last session walked in and started making out with the other guy. - Aargh, bisexual gay porn! I don't hate gays. It's just not for me. And don't tell me I am not open-minded. After all, I do have a gay-slut as a father. Leo had put me next to the bed, under a series of spotlights. I had a full detailed view of a rimming battle between a pointy wet tongue and pinky dry tight hole. The result was imminent and obvious. Either the already long day was taking its toll on me or it was the heat emanating from the lights, but I felt warmer like when you start having a fever. We were at what I assumed the end of the session as the guys were breathing hard and jerking their cocks over the actress face, when a commotion can be heard at the back of warehouse. Leo motioned me to follow him and keep filming. Moving around didn't help, I felt few seconds of dizziness, and slightly warmer. Three guys came in with another guy in tow, hands tied up behind his back, a full-hood covering his head like a hostage on TV. They went directly to the dungeon set. The guy was stripped naked and once chained to the bed, the hood was removed. The hostage actor was gagged, tears on his face had not finished drying up, hair disheveled. He had terrified look and was mumbling through the gag. - Leo! Where is your assistant? The Latino guy from the first scene was shouting from an adjacent room. - He’s coming, replied Leo. Give me the camera and go help Caio. And wipe the drool at your mouth! I must have been drooling for while as my t-shirt showed a fairly large wet spot. In the room, Caio was standing and totally naked. - I need you to put my PA on my cock. I froze. He wanted me what? - I’ll call someone else to help you. - Nonsense. Get on your knees and put the jewelry on Cuntbuster. - Cuntbuster? - Yes, that’s my pet’s name. Caio started caressing his cock, almost stroking it. - Hurry up. We need to move. There is a virgin waiting for me on the set! Thanks to dad, I have seen my share of cocks in various shapes, sizes and stage of hardness and stayed away as I prefer pussies. I never been that close to a cock like this (even my own) and my hands were shaking. - First time? I simply nodded. - You will get use to it. Even with Cuntbuster, eventually. - No offense, but I don’t swing that side. - Every guy does. I am not sure what it meant by that, but I successfully slipped the PA in place. I was drooling again and wipe it to realize my fingers were all sticky with precum. Before I raised myself, the pair of hands grabbed my head and pushed it closer to the mighty Cuntbuster and its shiny PA with its impressive weight ball. dandling in front of me. - Since you are here, why don’t you fluff it a little. I will get hard faster when I got to fuck the little guy over there. - No way, I am not a cocksuc… The cock entered my mouth, tainting it with a foul salty taste, until it reach the back of my throat, triggering a natural gag reflex. - I wasn’t asking. Go on suck Cuntbuster a little. No one will know. I was trying to push him away and I was failing. His thighs were like steel and the strong grip on my head allowed him to slowly fuck my face. The constant movement accentuated the dizziness gave me retching. - No teeth or you will learn sooner why I gave it the name of Cuntbuster. I am not sure if the cock grew harder, but Cuntbuster was causing some damages as I can feel my tonsils hurting. - I know it’s not easy to please Cuntbuster, but I think he likes you. As Caio forced his cock in, he pulled it out the same way: him being in control. Like my mouth that was entirely painted with precum, only a small part of the cock (that was in my mouth) was covered with a thick coat of saliva. - It is very generous of you as it is the only lube the guy will get. I don’t know how long they were there, but two guys were observing the scene from the door frame. - Any good? One of the guys asked - Positively promising, responded a smiling Caio. As I passed the guys at the door, he told me in a mocking tone - If you suck cocks and you are getting paid for it, you know what it makes you, no? Yeah genius, I thought, it makes me a whore. Like the drooling idiot as I was, I followed Caio back to the set.

I was 20 and looking for a better job. Economy was though and good job rare. I was working a nightly part-time in a warehouse. My drunken dad pointed out from the local newspaper a small ad: “Assistant Needed. No experience needed. Might be free to travel occasionally”. Why not? I called and the man asked me if I can come for an interview later in the afternoon, as he really need to find someone. Turned out, it was a small photo studio. Leo was a man of few words. With some “hummm” and “ah”, he read my resume. As I was waiting, I looked at the place. It was dusty and spider webs can be seen. Didn’t look like there was a lots of business activities. I would politely decline the position and continue looking for something else. - You’re hired, if you can start tomorrow. - Ungh? I replied surprise, I mean… I don’t… - Is there a problem? I thought you were looking for a job? Leo interrupted me. - No, no I am looking for a job, but… - Deal, Leo replied. Be here tomorrow at 8. Don’t be late” With that Leo pushed me outside the studio and locked the door before disappearing. Bewildered, I went back home to find dad getting fucked by a tattooed guy on the couch. The same couch where I sleep. Unfazed, the man looked at me: “Almost done here. Then he’s yours!” I went to the john and released a wicked piss. - So, the job? My dad yelled. - I got it, I said walking back to the living room. The guy was already gone. - How much? - I don’t know - What do you mean you don’t know? - I didn’t have the chance to ask. The guy was in a hurry, I lied. Anyhow, I don’t intend to take the job. My dad was stirring the load in his ass with two fingers. - Can you not do that, dad? It’s disgusting. - I got 25 bucks, at least. With that dad wiped his fingers on the cushion, leaving a dirty trace on it. - Almost forgot, your boss said they don’t need you at the warehouse this week. So, I guess you will have to take the job unless you want to find out on the street. Your rent is due Sunday. *** Leo was happy to see me. At least that’s how I interpreted the grunt he gave me after I knocked on the studio door. The job was simple: Leo would drive to various place and do private photoshoot. He needed someone to load and unload the material in the truck. I simply nodded which seems to satisfy him. I have to give him credits, he knew his stuff. He took the time to explain me how to handle the material and their uses. At lunch, I risked myself to ask Leo how much the job pay. - 21 dollars for moving the material. 28 dollars if you do some actual shooting work, and 40 dollars plus tips if you participate in the shooting, minus 10% as my commissions. I guarantee you at least 40 hours per week. - At least? We work more? - Oh yeah, sometimes we work full weekend. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you. As I lay down on the stinky couch that night, I was excited by the perspective of a better life. I would get $840 a week which was better than the meager 224$ I was getting at the warehouse. I was brought back to reality as Dad stumbled in the one-bedroom apartment with two bearded bikers. - Does he fuck? one of them asked my Dad - Nah. He’s straight… - Too bad With that they disappeared in the bedroom. By the sound of it, Dad got spit-roasted roughly a few times during the night. Life couldn’t get worst than what it was living with Dad, isn’t it?

We see them all the time - bottoms who post profiles, in which they say up front that they’re bottoms, looking to suck or get fucked - and yet their main pic, or their avatar, is a cock pic. If you are one of these men, please, for all our sakes, explain why you do this. It’s maddening. On the face of it, there’s no rational reason for it. Hell, half of the bottoms here don’t even want their cocks touched. The first principle of marketing is that the thing you’re trying to sell is the thing you put in the shop window; if you’re trying to get people to come in and but peaches you don’t put cucumbers in the shop window, you put peaches. Good day, sir, I’d like to buy one of your longest, thickest cucumbers, if you please. And two walnuts while you’re at it. We don’t sell cucumbers, sir, or walnuts either, but we have some very succulent peaches. Then why does the sign outside say ‘Cucumber Market’, and why are you advertising walnuts as buy-one-get-one-free? I don’t get it. Most of us don’t. If there is an actual, sensible reason for doing this, please explain. If there isn’t, please, please stop.

Definitely love tasting my cunt on a man's cock, always makes me subby and even piggier

You could really damage yourself without a lot of prep. I would start a few days early actually with graduated dildoes working up to one size slightly larger than your top. When you’re out and about, replace with similar sized butt plug. Keep toys in as much as possible, well lubed. Try to open up a bit of a permanent gape The day of, use a lube injector to get slick way up there. With enough hole prep, you should be able to take in in one stroke

good boy make sure take lots of poz seed and no prep.

Chapter four I had needed to get a drink for a while so with my guy catching his breath in the sling,I went to the bar. I must have been gone less than ten minutes but when I returned he was looking so different. The blindfold was off, and he had climbed out the sling, he was now on all fours on a small bench in the corner. I assume that the guy now eating the cum out his wet hole must have helped him to get there. He must have been in his thirties, average body, but really looked like he knew how to eat a butt out. I felt like I should have been the one swallowing them loads, but it looked like I would not have to wait long. The rubbermen had been circling earlier but I thought it was have been way to much for my guy. I mean yer he was in nice chaps and a harness, but these were not hiding anything they were into. A couple had “pig” on the front of the suit in big letters, and one who stood out to me had a yellow biohazard logo on one side of his chest, and a all round zip round his crotch. The idea of him playing with them was hot but I ruled it out. I know his limits, or so I thought. He had flipped himself onto his back and was taking the room in a bit, maybe his eyes were still adjusting since the blindfold was taken off, but then he did it. He sat up in front of the biohazard rubber guy, pulled him close by the hips and then very wet kissed and licked that warning logo. He saw it, he liked it and he was grinning at it. He was almost worshipping it with every lick and kiss. He clearly had not spotted me yet as he normally smiles at least to me to check I’m ok. Instead I saw him unzipping biohazard crotch zipper and getting a nice long but not to wide cock out. The rubber man was semi hard, and inches from my guys face. “He’s going to knowingly take a poz cock in his mouth while he’s not on prep!” I thought. But he didn’t. My guy just lay back holding that toxic cock in his hand between his legs, in his hand. Slowly he was guiding it straight into his wet hole with the cum left from the other guys. He must have known what this could mean. He inched more and more of that wet cock into his cummy hole till he bottomed out inside him. He just lay there groaning as the hazard guy just helped himself and fucked him how he wanted. It did not take long for them to get verbal with each other. “You like this cock in you? You want it’s seed? You know it’s going to knock you up? Bet your loving this you cum dump!”, and all he said back was “just fucking load me with that dirty poison!”. No sooner had he shouted it for most of the dark room to hear than the deep moans stopped from the rubbermen, and he just held my guys hips tight against him, clearly filling him with just what he asked for. This time no nice “thanks” or chat, my guy just pulled off that poison prick, sucked it clean, and left him standing as he left to go to another room. No attempt at covering what he did, not shame or worries, just carrying that load in him to enjoy in another spot in the club

So I 44m he is a 20yo South American boy who I have dating for about a month now after chatting online for a year. Over the past year he has told me how he loves seeing my slam videos online and how sexy I was. I asked him a few times if he partied like that , his response was a stern “NO” but he didn’t mind that I did. In my head I thought to myself “. If I can get him to hang just one night , I will get him slamming and loving it . So finally after a year of begging to go on a date he finally messaged me and asked me on a date. We made plans for that Friday for me to come to his place and we order in and watch a movie and just chill. Friday finally came and as I was packing a bag a of course packed all my pointing supplies , hehe, in hopes I would get to convert him . When I got to his place I was so nervous I could barely even speak especially since he came to the door wearing just a jockstrap. I was in awww as a gazed over his young furry (in all the right places ) muscular frat type body and huge package . His reply was “I knew you had a jockstrap fetish so I wore this for you “. He then made me strip down to my jockstrap then brought me in to his living room, while he went to the kitchen to grab drinks . I sat on the couch waiting for him to come back with our drinks. He sits next to me and we immediately start talking about Tina , mainly him asking tons of questions and me answering til about the 10th one and was like “how about I just show you “. He got really shy and quick change the topic “so tell me about your ex’s” he said , I told him how my past bf’s we were in open relationships, we loved having our cake and eating it to . (Him being so young ,20 , of course didn’t understand that saying). So I just continued explaining my history. I especially loved hearing about their hookups , turned me on knowing they were out slamming with other guys and getting fucked by the entire city . My friends would text me pics of my bf getting fucked by them or getting fucked at the party they were both at . He stated he has never been in an open relationship, but it sounds fun and is very interested. Earlier in the evening I asked him if he wanted to slam , he says to me , he definitely wants to try tina just not tonight as he is fumbling with his jockstrap,trying to hide a massive boner . (The kid is 5”10 170lbs with a 10x8 massive uncut cock ). Ha by the looks of it something wants it now. He tells me that on Saturday mornings he takes care of his 80yo uncle , his uncle counts on him so much . I was like well that’s just an amazing act of goodness(definitely scored some points there ), It was getting late so I decided to call it night just go home then and try another time. But then as we were hugging he made the first move by sucking on my neck and before u knew I had him bent over the back of the sofa and was eating his hot 24yo hairy ass and him begging for my Cock. We fucked for a couple hours til we both shot our loads all over each other just as his roomate was coming in the front door. Which was fucking so hot! We ended up falling asleep naked on his deep oversized couch. I wake next morning to his roomate on the other end of the couch jerking his 20 something huge cock , (kids these days all have monster dicks). So of course I crawl over between his legs and just start deep throating the fuck out of this kids Dick , He cums in a matter of seconds , shoots ropes upon ropes of cum down my throat , so much that I couldn’t even swallow anymore , and as I pull away from his cock it’s still shooting all over the couch between his legs and i swear it kept using cum for 15 min . It was the hottest thing ever . He says “you should see this cum shot when he fucks my boys ass”. He finally wakes up an hour later , and the three of us fucked before I had to leave for work at 11. As I was leaving I told the boy that I get off at 7 so let’s hangout again. He said of course but had a shitty grin on his face as I walked away. I didn’t think much of him since he said he was going to help be helping his uncle til around 5pm when I hadn’t heard from him all afternoon even after texting him a couple times. 7pm rolls around and I am heading home , I decide to call him to see if we are still on for tonight, he answers but his voice sounds really different, now it’s a change of voice pitch that I am very familiar with since I am a slammer and I could here porn playing in the background. I was like hey what’s going on where are u ? He replied “I did it babe , Please don’t be mad “ Did what I replied “I slammed babe , “. I was instantly rock hard and told him “ fuck no I am not mad, it’s fuckn hot babe , and so hot that ur fucking honest “. He tells me that he was so turned on by our conversation last night that he met up with a 78yo muscle daddy that begged him to let him slam him for the first time. My boy told the man that he has a Bf ( which I thought was so fuckn hot ). And that the guy didn’t care and told my boy that I could join later . My boy knowing that it turns me on hearing my bf hooking up he ran with it. When I called they were getting ready to slam for third time , i asked for them to wait and the old man said no but he can watch via FaceTime . So I immediately FaceTime call my boy , only to see him naked hard as a rock in a sling and twacked the fuck out and here comes this hot old guy with a huge thick cock and syringe with a hefty amount of fluid in it. When I asked the size , the daddy replies .8 . I was like fuckkkkkk that’s so hot. I watched him stick the needle in my boys arm and then just rams the plunger down pushing all that meth it into my boys body.. My boy jolts up starts coughing and talking tweaker talk as his blasts off to another dimension, he’s coughing he’s thrashing around telling the daddy to fuck him , fist him , use him repeatedly over and over again and telling me to get over there now so I can fuck him up more. I got home ,stripped out of my clothes , and was sitting naked on the couch watching this video old man use and abuse my boy when my roommate walks out of his room into mine with needles in hand, hands me one and we slam up. I show him my boy in action, he says let go fuck him up with that guy . It was so hot hearing my friend wanting to do that with my bf . So we got dressed and went over to the guys house. A different guy answered the door and let us in , he was naked and rock hard and sweating profusely, he guided us back to the man cave where I met the old man and find my boy in a sling with three daddies around him. I went over and kissed him as well as praising him for doing this today . He smiled at me and begged me to slam him , I turned around and the old man had the slams already for me. They again were .8 and it was less than two hours since he last was slammed, I was hesitant at first til the old man ordered me to slam my boy again . So I did , and watched him go into total whore pig ecstasy. I fuckn loved it , watching him get plowed while I laid on the bed so the old man could slam me up and have his way me. Omg that .8 was amazing. We fucked and slammed two more times til morning everyone had left and the old man was past out on the couch . So we laid there in the old man’s bed tweaking out like crazy , he still rock hard with cum oozing out of his hole. I kept eating from my fingers . He kept telling me how this was the best night of his life and can’t wait to do it again. I was like fuck yeah we definitely will my little Chem whore. Stay horned for part 2

New story. I'll be releasing 2 parts. I might write more if enough men like it. Hope it isn't going too dark. Maybe you'll want it to go darker. Let me know. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Part 1 Some may say that what I do is wrong. Some may say it’s unethical. Some may say it twists the laws of nature unnaturally. They’d be right. That doesn’t mean I’ll stop. I stood at the bar of Club Baridos, drinking a beer, watching as a hoard of college students danced. It was spring break, and every year there was an influx of uninhibited kids looking for a good time. Busses shuttled them here from all over the country, sometimes all over the globe. We had alcohol, drugs, sex. There wasn’t anything else they could want, meaning we attracted thousands at a time. This was good for me because I liked having a selection. I originally stopped at the club to pass along some “contraband” to the owner, a friend who often tipped me off to suggestible young men looking for a “daddy” to take control for a few hours. I wasn’t for hire. I just had an insatiable need to fuck. At this time in my life, money meant little. The contraband was just for fun. The only need I had was to have my bare cock buried deep in a man’s ass. I’d already fucked a student that morning, a young man from UCLA, a Junior studying business. I think his name was Keith. I didn’t ask what he studied or where he went. I also didn’t want to know his name. He told me all of this because he had gotten nervous once I got him back to my place. Clearly, he had been new to the whole “bottom” thing. He wasn’t new anymore. I broke him in like a pro. I also made sure he left with a parting gift. He had been a good fuck, even if his talents hadn’t developed yet. Still, there’s nothing like slamming your dick so far up into a man’s body that their eyes roll back, their heads contort backwards, every muscle and vein in their neck straining as they try to breathe. Their hands grasp at either the sheets or my arms which hold them down. For most, their dicks, which I make sure are left untouched, are rock hard and shooting cum along their stomachs. If I’ve done a very good job, they’re shooting up to their chins, sometimes shooting into their mouths which are open in silent screams of ecstasy. Even with that morning fuck, I was ready for more. I turned away from the crowd in the club and looked into a mirror mounted on the wall. I lifted the tight sleeve of my left arm and could see the faint markings of my biohazard tattoo. In dim lighting, it was almost unnoticeable. When I’m fucking a chaser, I don’t mind if it’s seen. Most of the time, that’s when the tattoo is at its darkest. For now, it was fairly faded, proving my dick had been doing its job well. One more fuck and it would be absent for nearly a year, their time now mine. These “innocent” lives used to give me more time, my tattoo fading for years at a time, their expected years left lasting only a fraction of what they used to now. Times had changed. My days were lessening, even when I passed them off to someone else momentarily. I never got the same amount of time for each guy. Every fuck was a gamble. Good thing I'm addicted to both fucking and gambling. Sound fucked up? It is, but that’s the kind of man I am. All I had to do now was find the guy. Whose time would be running out, becoming my own? I scanned the room, watching the dancing students, and immediately spotted a young man who was standing at the outer edge of the dancefloor, his eyes focused on the movement at the center of the club. The lights gleamed in his eyes, the neon strobes revealing a bright smile. There was stubble across his face, just enough to allude to the fact that he could grow a full beard if he wanted. His black hair was cut short on the sides and styled on top. My mind instantly imagined what it would be like to have my hands running through his hair, grabbing tight, and forcing my dick down his throat. He wore a button-down shirt with the top three buttons undone, revealing what looked to be a defined chest covered in hair. I had nothing against men who shaved, but I preferred men to look natural, rugged. These college students were at their prime, their bodies proving them to be adults while their minds were still wired to act on impulses. They were the perfect choice for me, and this young man was my selection. I made my way through the crowd, my eyes focused on him. I caught the eyes of several lusting individuals. Standing at six foot four, I’m usually the tallest in the room. My wide, strong shoulders and muscular arms take up space and attract attention. I know my greatest asset is my body, so I keep myself in shape. Having once been in the military, I found I looked good with shorter hair, and it gave me a look of dominance. I was the picture of the perfect alpha, even turning other alphas around and fucking the dominance out of them. To put it plainly, I was the definition of sexy. I was the definition of a predator. I moved myself until I was standing next to the young man, my presence unnoticed by him so far. He was distracted by those dancing, his foot tapping along with the music. “Don’t you like to dance?” I asked, making sure my voice could be heard without having to yell. He turned to me, curious to why a stranger was making conversation with him, and then smiled once he saw who was trying to gain his attention. “Not really,” he said, his voice cracking for a moment. He looked embarrassed, something which I found adorable. I also knew he would be easy to convince. “I’m surprised your girlfriend isn’t dragging you out there against your will,” I said. “I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said. “Oh, sorry.” “Actually,” he said, looking me over, as if noticing me for the first time. “I’m gay.” “I see,” I said, having already known this. It was easy to tell, at least for me. I could always tell if a man was straight, gay, bi, or whatever. Even if he were straight, it would only add a few extra minutes of convincing to get him on his back, legs up, hole open, his dick ignored. Him being gay and seeing how he kept glancing up at me, his six foot frame the perfect height to admire my chiseled features, I knew it would take little convincing to get him where I wanted him. It was where he wanted to be too, he just didn’t know it yet. “I’m amazed none of the drunk twinks have thrown themselves at your feet just to suck your dick.” His eyes grew wide at the thought, a slight smile turning his mouth. “I’m not… uhm… I’m not very good with… all that.” “All what?” I asked. I knew how I looked to this young man. I looked concerned, caring, genuinely interested in what he was saying and why. Practice makes perfect. He opened his mouth to answer, but I could tell his shyness was getting the best of him. Even though he oozed sex appeal, clearly his confidence was lacking. This was perfect for me. “What?” I asked. “Sex?” A wide grin filled his face as his cheeks grew red. “Uh, yeah. Basically.” I scoffed. “Yeah right,” I told him. “I’m sure men are throwing themselves at you all the time.” “Not really,” he said. “Well, that can’t be true,” I said. “I mean, look at you.” With my words, he started to look himself over, as if my recognition of him was presenting himself to him for the first time. “I’d take my chance asking you out if I was younger,” I said. “You know, more your type.” His smile faded a bit. “What’s my type?” “Like I said, twinks. Those thin men, youthful, hairless. The type who look as if they haven’t hit puberty yet, but are actually legal.” As I painted him a picture, I saw his face turn in disgust. It was almost too easy. “I don’t like those type of guys,” he said, making sure he made his point. “Oh really? And what kind of men do you like?” “I like,” he said, looking me over, eyes taking in every inch of my body, “you.” “Really?” I said, grinning. “Like you,” he quickly corrected, embarrassed again. “Men like you. That’s what I meant. I like men like you.” “What? Old?” “No,” he said, a bit of his confidence returning. “Older. Older than me. Thirties. Forties. How old are you?” “Older than you,” I said, winking. Though I doubt he noticed, I watched as his tongue stuck out for a brief moment, wetting his lips. “I don’t like hairless guys or scrawny guys.” “So, someone with your body type?” I asked, reaching out a hand and opening the top of his shirt a bit, looking at his strong, hairy chest. “Yeah,” he said, eyes looking down at my hand, nearly touching him but painfully apart. “But stronger. Bigger. You know, like I said. Someone like you.” I moved my hand back to my side, noticing how his body leaned toward me, trying to get closer to reclaim the space I’d taken away. “Well, I don’t know if you’ll find many men like that here,” I said, looking through the club. “But, you’re here,” he said. I looked down at him, watching as the lights gleamed in his lusting eyes. I smiled. “I am,” I said. I had him. ** My apartment wasn’t far, and the walk there was quick as I felt the anticipation of the young man growing, his pace moving us along. “What’s your name?” he asked me as we climbed the stairs to my apartment. “Hunter,” I said, smiling. If he only knew, he’d understand the irony in my name. “What’s yours?” “Austin,” he said. “Sexy name,” I told him, leading him down the hall. I opened the door and motioned him inside, watching as he crossed the point of no return. I had a nice apartment. It wasn’t too flashy, but it wasn’t a mess. I routinely had men over, so I had to make sure everything looked nice. He looked around, taking everything in. “Do you want a drink?” I asked him. “Whiskey,” he said, the word sounding almost foreign coming out of his mouth. I would have guessed that he’d only been twenty-one for a short period, and I had the feeling that he hadn’t been one to drink anything harder than beer while in high school. The excitement of being here along with the drink would send him into overdrive, delivering him into my hands easily. I made him his drink, making sure there was a considerable amount of whiskey, my own drink having less. I wanted a clear head. He drank his drink quickly, whatever nerves he was feeling quickly silenced. “Another?” I asked, sipping mine. “I’m fine,” he said, handing me the glass, eyes wide as the alcohol still burned through his system. I put our glasses down and reached out to him, grabbing his sides, pulling him closer to me. “You are fucking gorgeous,” I told him, looking down into his face, my eyes moving down to his chest. “I’m glad I got to you first before anyone else did. I probably wouldn’t have stood a chance otherwise.” His hands moved up along my chest, feeling my heartbeat beneath. He looked in my eyes and leaned forward, pushing his lips against mine. His mouth opened up for me without protest, his need for me to accept him breaking down whatever barriers he’d normally have in place. He desperately needed me to want him, unable to recognize that I had wanted him even before he’d seen me. I wrapped my arms around his body, pulling him against me, our chests pressed together, strained gasps for air adding extra force. His crotch pressed against mine, and I could feel his dick already fully hard and rubbing against my own erection. Our need to explore each other grew in intensity, his hands moving down my body and grabbing at my shirt. “Wait,” I said, breaking our kiss. I took his hand and led him down the hallway to my bedroom where I turned on the dim lights I knew would be able to hide the faded remnants of my tattoo. “That’s better.” He tried kissing me again, but I lifted a hand and rested a finger against his lips, giving him a wink. I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my strong, muscled, hairy chest beneath, but I kept it on, my tattoo still a secret. His eyes drifted down my chest, following the thick trail of hair which continued down below my jeans. Once again, his tongue darted out, licking his lips. “Disappointed?” I asked. He looked into my eyes and shook his head. “No,” he said. “Actually, I’m worried you’ll be disappointed in me.” “That can’t be farther from the truth,” I said, stepping toward him and taking his shirt in hand, my fingers unbuttoning until his chest and abs were revealed. He too sported a trail of hair down to his pants, and I was sure with age it would thicken (would have thickened), rivaling even mine. I moved my hands beneath the shirt and over his shoulders, causing the shirt to slip off. His body was even hotter than I imagined. He clearly went to the gym, but he wasn’t overly muscular. I imagined in his future, once college was done, he’d probably add on a few pounds around his gut and become a bear-to-be. Again, this would not happen now, not once I was done with him. Instead, he was a cub, and I was ready for more.

I'm a freshman in college and have been pretty DL but also wanting to try a dick for the longest time. I got on the sniffies app & found this guy with a really thick dick who wanted to fuck me. I live with roommates int he dorms so I couldn't host, but he suggested that we could meet anonymously in a nearby college building in the basement, which had a bathroom that people rarely went to. He said he only fucked bareback and wanted to breed me which made me pretty nervous because I've never done that before, but I was really horny and really wanted to try it, so I agreed. He told me to meet him in the stall next to the back stall and tap my feet to let him know it was me. He stuck his fat cock under the stall and I grabbed it and put it in my mouth. Then he said he really wanted to blow his load in my hole. We didn't have lube so he just spit on his dick and stuck it in. To be honest it hurt pretty bad at first, but after 30 seconds of pumping I started to enjoy it. We heard someone walking towards the bathroom so we knew we had to wrap it up quick. He grabbed my hips and thrusted hard and deep into my virgin hole and shot a load deep inside me. I went back to my dorm with his cum still sitting in my hole. I hadn't cum in the bathroom because he just used my hole and left, so I started fingering myself using his cum as lube. It felt incredible and before I knew it I shot my load. I think this won't be the last raw load I take. I'm already thinking about the next load I can get. Something tells me I might turn into a cum dump... I also filmed a bit of it if you guys are interested: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.xvideos.com/video74530109/18_yo_bareback_cruising_in_college_bathroom

While this is all fiction, I would love this to happen in real life. We had been planning on going out for a while. We rarely go to fetish club nights but at the annual fetish week we tend to hit a few events. The other half is two yearsyounger than me, six foot tall, blonde hair and blue eyes. He looks about 25, and has a thin toned body. This of course makes him very popular when it comes to play sessions, but he tends to not play to much, getting shy at clubs or not making the first move. This time it was going to change, or at least I hoped it would. We had both put rubber on for the evening. I was in my full suit, black and blue codpiece, and he was in his black rubber chaps with a yellow stripe, a jock and a black and yellow harness. You can tell, he was more into piss play, but I loved cum play. I was not really a chaser as on prep, but loved playing with Poz guys and cum-swapping with them, but my other half never took to prep, but always played safe. Different horses for different courses you could say. Knowing that a Poz loads was into me was hot as hell To me, but not his thing at all. Tonight, I wanted the other half to feel that, but not sure he would take to being fucked openly in a club. After being in the club for an hour and chatted to a few people he went off to the piss play space. I saw him getting into it and getting wet, but also more horny and for the first time in ages bending over more around guys. Clearly he was in the mood to be fucked. This got me rock hard, and also thinking. I left him to it and went for a walk about the club. After 15 minutes I saw a skin guy, looked about 30, cock out and clearly wanting to get some action. He had his bleacher jeans open, an alpha jacket on, polo shirt and looked cute as fuck, not like most skins in the club. I went over and started to rub his cock and went to suck it a bit getting that salty precum taste in my mouth. Just when I was getting into it the other half came over to join. He was still a bit wet and smelling of piss and rubber. He pulled my head up to kiss me and rubbed his arse off the skin guy, sliding between us to face me, with his arse to the skin. It looked really hot his bare arse showing through his chaps and rubber jock. The guy groaned a bit and started to rub his cock off my other half arse. We kept kissing and he was getting a lot more into it. Breathing heavy, thrusting and rubbing off me. I moved back a little but he carried on. That's when I realised the skin was inside him. I reach round, and no rubber on his cock, but my guy did not know. I thought about tell him but he was really into this guys cock inside him, so I just carried on too. The guy was building pace a bit but kept slowing off as well. Clearly me was holding off trying to cum just yet. After 15 minutes of the guy raw inside my other half, he was sweaty, and took off his jacket, that's when I looked over my guys shoulder, and saw biohazard tattoo on the skins arm. Of course with his back to him my partner could not see. Undetectable guys tend to play raw more, but thought best to check. I stopped kissing my guy to kiss the skin lad, making my partner bend right over so the skin could go in deeper. We made out for a few minutes and I whispered in the skins ear, ”nice tatt, your undetectable right?”, he went back to kissing me and then whispered back, ”no mate, toxic at the moment”. He's been fucking my guy raw for at least 20 minutes now, raw, working his Poz cock into him. I should tell my other half but this guys slowed down fucking, so clearly holding off cumming. I asked if he was close, and he smiled. He leaned in and said ” I've already cum once, but I just want to work that load deeper. He's so wet and lose now, it's been a big dump in him.” Before I knew it, he we building speed again, and this time I held his hips deep and hard as he fucked my guy. He was going to drop a second toxic load into him, and my guy had no idea if was Poz. My guy reached behind him, feeling the guys we about to cum, and roughly pulled the skin deep as he could just as he was cumming. Loading telling the skin ”fuck me hard, make me your fucking skin boy”. He came loudly and grunted as he loaded him for the second time. My guy did not let him pull put, and held his hips keeping him inside him. Still inside his arse, the skin pulled the black bomber jacket back on, covering his tattoo up. As he pulled out my guys arse, I saw cum dribble a bit out of him, and a the skin had a small red smear down his shaft. He must really have been going on rough. He fingered my guys arse hard, making his gasp, then kissed his neck and walked away. I went back to kissing my other half, him not knowing the toxic cum working it's way into his body

My guy says this fantasy creature is like me... Tongue-fucking a guy then pounding him and giving him the gift of immortality

this reminds me when I saved my loads in the freezer too, and then used my own cum on and in myself. I pranked my (still monogamous) guy telling him that while I worked from home and he was out of town with customers, I took the chance to call for random sex on Grindr or similar and allowed strangers to cover me in no-status-asked cum. His reaction was "I know you like the back of my pocket, you would never accept a stranger to touch you" Going to make him read this tale

Got a notification, and re-read this story. Still gets me off. xxx

wife left for church 20 minutes ago; puddle of cum on my belly already

Reading through some of the responses has me thinking. i too get turned on by a Mans ass, even though i have no desire to penetrate or fuck it. So why couldn't the reverse be true? That a Top Man could get turned on my my penis and not want to touch it? Several mention Men coming right our and telling them they want to see a bottoms cock while they fuck them. i can see there's an angle with some Men who want it obvious that they are fucking a man, maybe even a dominance thing along the lines that: "yeah, we both are men, and both have cocks, but i'm the dominant One here because i'm doing the fucking." I.e., they want the visual and reminder of another man submitting to Their penetration and fucking... and that is a big part of what they are attracted to in the first place? Being able to dominate another man, not just fuck him?

Just don't look to the retrumplicans to be validated. Once they clean up this abortion mess they will becoming after the "sexually correct in marriage ". Yes Mr Biden is far from perfect but bozo Trump and DeSantis scare the shit out of me.

Part 6 - Land Of Perpetual Daylight Hours had passed and finally Connor began to open his eyes, muttering jumbled words for another hour. During this time he stood up walked around the room and laid back down, repeating words that made no sense until he fell asleep again. He sat up quickly when he woke and saw Evan sitting on the bed watching him. "What are you doing?" Connor asked looking at him. "Watching you, making sure you don't go walking off" Evan replied looking annoyed. Connor sat up fully "Did I do something to upset you?" he asked noticing his look. "You don't remember?" Evan asked now looking worried. "No" Connor replied, "Wait, I went to the gate" he said then paused, "Crap. Did I really summon him?" he asked sounding surprised. Evan nodded “Yes” he replied paying closer attention "What did you talk about?" he asked. "I am not sure Evan. It is all scrambled at the moment" Connor replied, "Read me" he suggested. Connor held his hand up and Evan took it in his then closed his eyes "Nothing. It is jumbled" Evan said. He looked at Evan with a worried expression "It is like he has encrypted it" Evan added letting go. "Maybe I will remember soon" Connor said standing up. Evan stood "I wonder if you have a death wish" he said looking at him, "Seeking him like that". "I am sorry Evan. I don’t know what come over me” Connor said, “I had to know what happened to Christian". Evan walked round to him "Did he tell you?" he asked softly. "I think so. Yes" Connor replied, "But I can't remember the conversation, it is like it never happened". Evan hugged him seeing he was about to break down "It is okay Connor" he said assuring him. "It isn't though is it" Connor responded hugging him back, "Will I have to go to him to save you all". "No Connor" Evan said softly, "You must never offer yourself. If you do the prophecy comes trues and he will be unstoppable". Connor let go agreeing with Evan, yet inside he was still conflicted. They walked out of the bedroom and went downstairs to see Tomas and Christian, the stench hitting them full on as they opened the door. Christian laid there peacefully, Tomas looked up at them both telling them that he hasn't moved or shown any signs of regaining consciousness. With daylight appearing Tomas opened the windows fully to let some fresh air in and change the pads. The urinating appeared to have stopped and Connor climbed on the bed sitting by Christian's head and stroking it softly. "Come on nerd wake up" Connor said over and over and trying to refrain from breaking down. Tomas walked over to Evan and they kissed openly like a couple "Are you two an item?" Connor asked looking up. Tomas smiled "No. Evan and Ivan are together, we are just naturally very close" he replied as Jacob stood at the door looking tired. "How did I get here?" Jacob asked looking confused and weary. Tomas walked over to Jacob holding him up and took him outside to explain everything that happened and how they freed him from the mansion. He sat looking at Tomas finding it all hard to believe, memories were coming back and he began to recollect being held in a cage where he couldn't move his body and the face of a man who looked like Connor forcing a sweet substance down his throat. "I remember tasting blackcurrants" Jacob said looking at Tomas, "Being carried over a shoulder". Tomas nodded "You know where you were, how you got there?" he asked but Jacob shook his head. "I saw a shadow in the corner of my eye and a cold breath on my neck" Jacob said sitting up. "Okay that is good" Tomas said encouragingly, "You know of the Kovalek tale?" he asked. Jacob nodded "Vampire, just like Dracula" he replied then went silent, "Wait you mean he exists?" he asked. "Yes" Tomas replied holding his hand, "You were taken to Vadimov" he said. Gradually it was all coming back to him, yet he held off telling Tomas that he was not taken to the mansion. After Tomas explained a little more about who they were he understood that for his own safety he should remain with them until this was over, whatever the outcome was to be. Tomas went back to Christian after lunch, there was still no change in his condition and Jacob saw Connor standing alone at the door watching Christian. He walked up behind an tapped him on the shoulder. Connor turned and smiled at him "Can we talk?" Jacob asked hinting for him to follow. They walked outside and sat on the bench "Did you know any of this?" Jacob asked. Connor shook his head "No. We came to do some research for our studies" he replied. Jacob nodded "He came to me before he took you, I didn't know what it was though" Connor explained. "Up there" Jacob said nodding towards Vadimov, "I remember the cage" he said, "And seeing you". "Please don't say he looks like me, I already know that" Connor said looking worried. "I see me walking to the mansion. I was not in control" Jacob confided, "I was... I was in a trance or something". Connor took his hand "He has been in my head and controlled me Jacob, the guy is very real". Jacob looked across the landscape "I can feel the cage against my body, confining me, keeping me prisoner" he said. Connor put his arms around Jacob hugging him as Ivan walked out "Ivan, how are you?" he asked. Ivan nodded and sat down "I feel tired, otherwise okay" he replied. "Evan was very worried about you" Connor said and Jacob looked at them both. "He worries too much, sees too much" Ivan replied with a smile on his face, "How are you though?". Connor shrugged "Really. I have no idea" he said, "Somehow I managed to summon Kovalek last night". "I know" Ivan replied and Jacob looked at them both, "Stop playing with danger until we know more". Evan appeared looking happy to see Ivan up and around, he kissed him then sat beside the three of them as Connor began to remember his conversation with Gregor right up to the point where he felt his lungs contract before passing out. Jacob was shaking in fear whilst Evan and Ivan just looked at each other. Tomas appeared telling them that Christian was coming around and Connor jumped up to go and see him. He was awake and lifted his head smiling at Connor's appearance standing over him. "You had us worried" Connor said softly sitting down on the bed. Christian stared at him with a cold look "Did we get him?" he asked looking confused. Connor nodded "Yes" he replied, "Do you remember what happened to you though?" he asked. "Not really" Christian said, "I remember sitting at the bar drinking blackcurrant, the rest is fuzzy" he added. Connor smiled stroking his head "Jacob is okay, still very shaken now he remembers it all". Christian sat up "I feel different" he said with a worried look, "Something in me has changed". Evan walked in and sat down next to Connor "How do you feel different?" he asked hearing him. "Like I am not me" Christian said, "I don't know, it is hard to explain. I feel I am missing something inside" he explained. Evan began to explain what he had managed to see and Christian kept a normal head nodding and understanding why he felt so different. Connor was concerned that he might flip out at knowing what happened but he seemed to take it in his stride as though it was all part of what was to be expected. But then Christian was one who on the outside could look pretty calm, yet inside he was struggling to come to terms with it all now. Christian finally spoke "I want to go home and see my parents" he said adamantly. “Is that really wise at the moment?” Connor asked standing up. “You got me in to this. You don’t decide what I do and when I do it” Christian snapped back at him. Connor looked at him and again he saw a cold look aimed at him “Go then. Pack your things and piss off” he said angrily. "You can go but not yet" Evan said, "We will all go to Svalbard first for a few days and set up there". Christian looked at him "And what if I don't agree to do as you say?" he asked being stubborn. Evan shrugged "Then we can't protect you Christian. If anything happens it will be on your own head". "No. No. No. If anything happens it will be his fault!" Christian responded pointing to Connor. Evan grabbed his arm "You need to calm down and stop blaming Connor" he said sounding angry with him. Christian looked around the room at everyone looking at him "I will come for a few days. Then I want to go home" he stated clearly. Evan nodded "Tomas will go with you as protection" he said making sure Christian understood. Connor turned to see Jacob standing at the door and Christian noticed his neck "What is that on your neck?". Connor looked at him "Nothing" he said casually noticing Christian glaring at Jacob. “Did he bite you?” Christian asked, “If so then it is already over and I can go home”. "He didn't take any blood" Connor now snapped back at Christian wondering where his anger had come from but he had fallen asleep. "He will be weak for a few more hours" Tomas said ushering them out, “Just calm it down with him” he told Connor. "Me?" Connor questioned, "I am not the one suddenly full of anger" he said stomping out of the room. By late afternoon Christian was fully mobile and awake, Tomas deciding with Connor that they should not tell Christian everything until they were in Svalbard as he seemed to be on edge still. Connor and Christian returned to their room at the guest house, Christian had no recollection of the spat they had earlier. Tomas and Ivan took a room next to theirs whilst Jacob remained with Evan and Grazie. After eating they went up to the bedroom and locked themselves away, Connor rubbed garlic oil around the window as advised by Grazie to keep Kovalek from entering or invading their heads. Connor and Christian both undressed then he stood there for a moment looking at Connor's crucifix. His head began filling with anger again, it seemed to come in waves and he couldn't understand why it kept happening. "Where if my crucifix?" Christian asked feeling around his neck and looking annoyed, “Did I lose it somewhere?”. He slowly shook his head "You can't wear it any more" Connor replied. Christian looked him in the eye silently "It burnt me" he said softly, "Am I one of them?" he asked. "No! When Marcin and you had sex you took his cum" Connor said trying to find an easy explanation. "Oh god I remember being so aroused" Christian told him, "But what does it mean now?" he asked. Connor walked over to him "It means you need to be careful now, not to be alone at night". Christian looked at the two red puncture wounds on Connor's neck "Did he bite you? Did it hurt?". "You asked me that earlier" Connor replied, "He didn't draw blood. It was more of a statement, wanted to show me pain" he said. Christian stood there looking afraid "I can't put things together Connor. I can't remember things" he said looking like he was about to break down. "What do you remember or feel now?" Connor asked stepping closer to him. Christian shrugged "I think he has messed with my head. I can't make sense of anything. I feel rage and anger at you that is not me" he said. "He did possess you in the guest house, like he did me that first night" Connor told him. "How have we got involved in this?" Christian asked getting upset. Connor watched in shock as a tear trickled down his cheek. Connor lifted a finger wiping it away. The sensuality between them rose like a burning inferno, their mouths seeking each other’s in a deep kiss. It finally felt freeing and a relief to them both to have some normality, Christian falling on his back on the bed pulling Connor with him. He flinched as the crucifix around Connor's neck touched his skin. Connor removed it placing it on the table next to the bed. The tenderness they both showed, the intensity in their eyes, where for a moment at least they shut all the worry and thoughts out. Time mattered not to them as they explored each other’s bodies more intimately for the first time. Connor kissed up along his chest and neck, then along his lips before sinking his tongue inside his mouth. Neither knew that the other was feeling it, a strong bonding connection growing from within. The kiss grew more erotic, their bodies in tune with each other. Sensual. Devouring. Obliterating any doubts either one may have had with each kiss. Their body’s entwined rolling around on the bed until Christian found himself on his stomach under Connor. He let a soft low moan feeling the cock rubbing between his arse cheeks in long strokes. Kissing the back of his neck and shoulder until the heat of their arousal erupted. Connor went to aim his cock for penetration but Christian pushed his arse up forcing them to meet. Deeply he penetrated in a smooth movement, his hands grabbing hold of Connor's arms that were positioned either side of his head. Pushing his arse up more he moaned raising his head twisting it to kiss Connor, an act that caused Connor to relax and lower his body fully on top of him. The skin on skin contact electrifying their bodies. His hands worked up past Connor's wrists until their fingers joined and their hands closed together. Connor pulled up and pushed down harder with his hips in show of deep desire for him. His cock safely deep inside Christian, his hips began moving slowly up and down providing enough momentum to begin fucking him. Taking his time and languishing at the closeness between them, their kissing continued with hands clasped together. Sex had never felt so incredible and Christian was trying to control his body from over reacting. Such sexual intensity like this had always alluded him, it was plain to see that this was not an act of getting off. A connection existed and his body knew it, his head knew it and his heart was palpitating from the sheer pleasure and force between them. Connor picked up a little more speed and thrust in his hips, kissing Christian with more passion that was surprising himself. It felt right, there was no question that his nerd friend had his completely stolen his heart. Every movement caused a chain reaction between them, weather it was their fingers clasping tighter, his arse pushing up or Connor's hips grinding his cock. Every action evolved in to a meaning and stronger bond. He felt the tingle in his balls, fizzling away at first yet building with each passing second and intensifying. He knew he was about to reach his orgasm and yet he desperately needed to give Christian his seed, he had to sow his seed of love for him. The subtle changes in his body was felt by Christian, their tongues fighting each other as they locked in to a deeper kiss. His fingers stretched then closed in clasping Christian's hands tighter. His hips pushed down and his body seemed to heave forward. With a mouth full of Connor's tongue he moaned pushing his arse up gratefully receiving his orgasm. Finally they broke from their kiss and Connor breathed and panted, his hips still moving in a slowly massaging way. Their bodies in tune began to relax at the same time, fingers unclasping and Connor moved his arm under Christian's chest rolling him on his side. He let out a giggle still attached to Connor's cock. His hand moved down and cupped Christian's balls and cock, snuggled up in this position they both soon found that a tranquil sleep for once took hold of them. Sitting across the table his hand glided over the signature and he signed the last will and testament document, leaving his estate and money in the hands of this strange man. Hardly able to comprehend why he was even doing this. Scribbling out a letter laying out of the terms and his reasons he put the pen down and sealed both in an envelope. Standing up he handed the envelope to the strange man who would post it on his behalf. He turned and walked out of the mansion, along the drive to the small country road that he crossed over. The darkness surrounding him with only the noise of the stream rushing past below where he stood. Across the stream he smiled at the charismatic muscular guy who had come in to his life that day. His hand beckoning him over, silently he took a step falling down the bank and hitting his head on a rock and landing face down in the water. Marcin stood there watching for several minutes then walked down the road posting the letter having successfully completed his master’s wishes. At some point during the night they had managed to separate themselves and Christian woke up facing Connor. As much as he wanted to be happy at this situation, seeing him only served to remind them of the difficulties laying ahead and he fucking with Jacob. He was still unsure of Connor's true feelings towards him even though sex last night took on a whole new meaning. Tomas knocked on the door and Christian walked naked over to the door and unlocking it. "Morning" Tomas said standing at the door smiling and taking a good look at Christian's body. Christian blushed opening the door fully "Morning, come in" he said. Connor rolled over "Morning" he mumbled rubbing his eyes. Tomas looked at Connor then grinned looking at Christian "Morning" he said. Connor looked at the time "We have flights booked at 11am" Tomas said. "Where are we going again?" Connor asked sitting up getting lost with all the plans. "Svalbard" Christian said, "What about us?" he asked looking at Tomas. "We cannot get enough seats to Svalbard so Christian and I will overnight in Oslo" Tomas explained. Connor finished getting dressed "Make sure you have the FindMe application active on your phone" he said. Christian nodded "Yes of course I will. You will as well won't you?" he asked Tomas who nodded. "Will you be safe in Oslo?" Connor asked walking over to Tomas. "Yes, mostly daylight there" Tomas replied, "More people around and staying near the airport". "Doesn't matter, he will be able to find me not matter where I am" Christian said then stopped, "He has marked me, that is why I feel different" he said. "That is why I must stay with you Christian" Tomas said putting his arm around his shoulder. "So the rest of us are flying to Oslo and transit to the Svalbard flight?" Connor asked and Tomas nodded. "They are here" Ivan said. They walked with them to the car and the serious, worried looks going on between Evan, Ivan and Tomas was enough to frighten Connor, Christian and Jacob. Every one of them knew they were heading in to unknown territory over the next few days. Within four hours they arrived in Oslo and said a quick good bye before Tomas and Christian went to the airport hotel to wait for the early flight. Oslo would only have a few hours of real darkness. They checked in to their hotel then took a train in to the city to do some exploring, during the day they talked and walked clearly enjoying each other’s company. The flight banked low over the partly snow covered landscape before coming in to land at Svalbard. Even for summer it was cold being so far north and desolate, very few buildings and a handful of shops. Relief could be seen on Evan and Ivan's face that they had made it here without any encounters. At last they had arrived in the land of perpetual daylight meaning no fear of Gregor Kovalek for a few months. Connor stood there quite amazed at how everything seemed so organised, a safe house already set up in preparation for their arrival and a car to take them there. Evan walked over to Connor "Well we made it Connor, you okay?" he asked. Connor nodded "Who is paying for all of this?" he asked looking at Evan, "The church?". "No" Evan replied quickly, "The church doesn't have this sort of money" he added with a laugh. Connor looked at him more intently "Probably better you don't ask questions" Evan added. "Oh no. Wait one minute" Connor said holding his arms, "I am involved so...". "You think you have the right to know?" Evan asked cutting him off and walking to the car. He stood there watching Evan as the anger rose in his body, he was getting annoyed at not being told everything that was going on. But the annoyance built so quickly that anger took over him, shouting demanding to be told. Surfacing from deep in his soul he had a flash back of standing in front of Gregor and he went silent and stood still. Evan turned wondering why he had stopped "Evan, I know my birth name. Gregor told me" Connor said. Evan walked back over to him looking at him and waiting for him to say it "I am Maksim Berkhoff" Connor added. "You are the son of Maksim and Maria Berkhoff" Evan said looking relieved that he understood. "And all of this?" Connor asked waving his hand around in a general gesture. Evan nodded "Berkhoff family put money aside for they knew the time would come" he replied. Connor opened the door to the car "Berkhoff's were they rich then?" he asked. "Kovalek and Berkhoff families were two of the most powerful families in Romania" Evan said. Connor nodded "The money put aside two hundred years ago is quite substantial today" Evan added. Connor got in the car and Evan followed him whilst Ivan and Jacob took the front seats and pulled away from the small airport. Christian's feet ached having done so much walking and was glad to be back in the safety of the hotel. In fact even Tomas showed relief when they closed the locked the door to their room. "I thought you were supposed to be brave with all this" Christian remarked standing by the window. Tomas watching TV looked over at him "Reality is different when faced with it" he replied. Christian walked over kneeling on the bed in front of him "So you were born to do this?" he asked. Tomas chuckled "No, I was sent to church because of my sexual persuasion. To change me back". "Didn't work then?" Christian asked smiling for the first time that day. "Clearly not" Tomas replied, "It was there that I met Ivan who was in this religious set". Christian nodded "Vampire slayers, stake through the heart. Is that what this religious thing is?". Tomas sat up laughing "Not really, you can't kill a vampire that easy" he said. "So I gather" Christian replied touching Tomas's muscular arm, "Is that how you got so fit?". Tomas watched his hand "No" he said then looked up at Christian, "Do you like it?" he asked. Christian removed his hand "Sorry" he said softly, "Ever since... Well my body craves things". "What does it crave Christian?" Tomas asked touching his leg and moving it slowly upwards. He moaned softly rolling his head back "The power of a man inside me" he said in an erotic tone. Christian sighed like his body had found a new level of sexual interest, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up with the tingling he felt from Tomas's touch. Tomas reached up and took his crucifix off then his t-shirt exposing his ripped body coated in a fine dusting of dark hair befitting his Romanian dark looks. Christian looked at it, raising his hand and letting his fingers explore the magnificent physique of this man. Briefly he questioned if this was wrong, but Tomas was the one who seemed to be bringing forward the desire in his body. His powerful arms gently coaxed him forward, Christian removed his t-shirt and straddled across his lap until they were face to face. He couldn't help but moan and sigh at the sensual way his arms surrounded his body holding him firmly yet weirdly so loving. Moving his head closer and stealing a kiss from Tomas, he responded by kissing Christian's top lip, then his bottom lip before kissing him properly on the mouth. The both moaned softly feeling enjoying each other, any thought of his feelings towards Connor melted away. Maybe this was the man he was meant to be with. Tomas kissed his top lip again and spoke softly "I am going to fuck you Christian". Christian had a slight smile on his mouth "Are you?" he whispered rubbing their foreheads together. "Yes" Tomas replied kissing him again and using a little more tongue teasing Christian. Before Christian could say anything more Tomas began kissing using more and more tongue, he reacted openly kissing for longer and longer. All the time they were removing each other’s clothes until they were naked locked together. Tomas picked him up spinning around until he laid him on the bed, his head resting on the pillows, Christian without knowing it he was making little sounds of delight. The kissing began to take a more sensual and erotic intensity. His hands now caressed Tomas everywhere they could reach, his cock wanting to burst showering his excitement. He tried to gain some composure but his attempt was futile leaking pre-cum like a dripping tap. Their eyes both wide open looking at each other as they kissed, yearning and desire was evident in the depth of their gaze. His hand finally getting hold of the prize causing him to moan again partly in surprise feeling that Tomas was not small where it mattered as well. Tomas responded by letting go and kneeling up pulling Christian's head towards his cock. His tongue flickered over the head partly protruding out of the foreskin like it was teasing him to try it. His warm lips felt amazing as they kissed his cock, the pre-cum coating his lips and Christian licked them tasting Tomas's sex. His mouth quickly moved in for more sucking at the head of this thick masculine cock. Opening his mouth he tried to get deeper down only managing halfway before hitting his gag reflex. Moving his head away he looked at the exquisitely crafted eight inch cock briefly before Tomas leaned down and kissed him, forcing him on to his back again he slipped between his legs that rose and clasped around his waist. His cock already in position and he began applying pressure against Christian's hole, his desire and lust for Tomas showed no resistance as finally he felt the immense surge of his hole opening as he penetrated his body slowly. Christian moaned and kissed him with more passion than ever, as the slow tender thrusts delivered more and more of his cock. Tomas looked down smiling and shaking his head slowly in a moment of disbelief that this was happening. He leaned down and kissed Christian harder and gyrated his hips several time as inch by inch he slipped fully inside. The deep steady pumping rhythm causing his body to shudder with each delivery, each time his kissed Tomas harder moaning in to his mouth and wrapping his arms tightly around his muscular back. On and on it went as the sweat appeared on both their bodies. Tomas kneeled up bringing Christian with him, straddled of embedded on his cock. Christian grabbed around his neck moaning wildly now he was impaled so deeply it was bringing a whole new life experience for him. His hips continued moving fucking Christian in this position, their faces drenched in sweat. Their mouths open panting inches from each other allowing them to kiss in between. Tomas felt the urge rising in his body and he fell forward ramping up the speed and trying to get deeper inside. His legs danced around Tomas's waist unable to stay still in excitement noticing the change in the way Tomas was now fucking him. Tomas kissed Christian on the mouth then his body pushed forward hard feeling his semen pulsating up his shaft and entering Christian's body. He tightened his legs around Tomas as he simultaneously began shooting his cum in some erotic wriggling. A momentarily lapse to breath before Tomas came back kissing him furiously then collapsing on top penetrating as deep as he could, steam after stream of his cum released in to him. He held Christian tight as they continued to kiss, he was not finished with Christian yet. He continued fucking drenched in their pool of sweat, their mouths still devouring each other. A sexual desire replaced by love making as the two of them found their attraction growing. Christian moaned again in pleasure as Tomas began to pick up the momentum. Locked in their own sexual world holding and kissing each other until his body pushed forward and his cock locked in shooting another load in to him. His weight collapsing on top of Christian which made him moan even more erotically holding Tomas on top of him as he recovered from his second orgasm. There were no words they could speak, both felt exhilarated. Tomas rolled on his side still lodged deep inside Christian who wrapped his legs securely around his body. They kissed slowly and tenderly for several hours, managing a few more rounds of love making before getting a few hours’ sleep. Awake Christian lay in his arms without a care in the world, his fingers softly dancing through the light coating dark hair on Tomas's muscular chest. Smiling to himself at how he, the nerdy guy, had bagged this stud who was very talented in the sex department. Christian giggled feeling Tomas's slip a finger in his hole "You awake?" he asked softly. Tomas moved his head and kissed him "I am now" he said smiling, "We better get up". "Yeah" Christian replied rolling on to his stomach and leaning over kissing him. Tomas wrapped his arms around him pulling him on top telling him they had time for one more. Christian giggled and opened his eyes wide feeling his arse opening as Tomas slipped his cock inside. He pushed Christian up until he was sat upright on his cock, he looked up Christian and told him to do the work. Later that morning their flight crossed part of the island as it began the final approach. Ivan had driven down the hillside to the small airport to pick them up. "Does anybody actually live here?" Christian asked turning to Tomas as the plane slowed down. Tomas smiled "Yes, not many people though" he replied, "It has 24 hours of sun this time of year". Christian nodded looking out the window "At least we will be safe" he said as the doors opened. Quickly disembarking and through the airport they saw Ivan waiting for them by the exit doors. Christian sat in the back whilst Tomas and Ivan caught up as they drove up the hill to the large two storey house that stood alone along the dirt track. Connor was at the door having watched the car drive from the airport along the road and turning off on to the track. If there was one good thing about this place was the views, it allowed him to see everything going on below. The house was made of red timbers on the outside impregnated with garlic oil, inside it was pretty large with a large family room and several bedrooms upstairs. Too many the house looked quirky as all the bedrooms were at the front facing the sun during the days of perpetual daylight. Evan and Ivan shared a bedroom whilst everyone else had their own private bedroom with black out shutters on the inside of the windows. Tomas and Christian went to get settled in their rooms whilst Evan prepared lunch with Connor. Connor turned to Evan "Should we go find the Ulvan's?" he asked. "Not yet" Evan replied smiling, "Ivan will go in to the village and ask their whereabouts". Connor stopped "You mean you don't know where they live?" he asked sounding surprised. "No" Evan replied, "They live off grid" he added holding back to revealing too much. "I want to help" Connor replied looking anxious. "We have a few months of safety here Connor, until the end of August" Evan said. "I thought it was September" Christian said appearing in the family room hearing them. "August is when the sun will start to dip below the horizon, not quite darkness" Evan replied. Connor looked at him "Then what?" he asked, "Head south?". "There is nowhere south that has perpetual daylight where we could live" Evan explained. "What do I do about my parents?" Connor suddenly asked, "I mean when I can see them?". Evan stopping chopping tomatoes "It is too dangerous for you to go, we could bring them here". "They are never going to believe all this" Connor replied looking concerned. Evan smiled and carried on chopping "I think they would" he said. "I could go see them if you want, when I go and see mine" Christian offered. Connor nodded "I miss home, miss my village and James" he said looking unhappy. Evan looked at him "James your boyfriend then?" he asked curiously. Connor laughed "James is straight" he said getting lost in thought, "He is like a brother to me". "Dam sexy though" Christian said grinning away. Over lunch it became clear that Jacob was fairing a lot better and seemed to be back to himself and happy to be in their company. Having made a brief appearance at his family home before they left explaining that he had got involved in helping Connor with his research and hence why he was going abroad with him. It was needed to ensure that no suspicions was aroused in the village of Vladeni, although in the town of Brasov a search was now underway for Aria who had been missing several days. The Brasov police were also focusing their attention on the Vadimov mansion investigating the French tourists disappearance after the anonymous tip off landed at their doorstep. It didn't go unnoticed by Christian that Jacob was beginning to flirt with Tomas whilst trying to remain close to Connor. It was beginning to irritate Christian as Connor seemed to be quite taken in by Jacob, he did wonder if it was guilt on Connor's behalf and feeling responsible for his predicament. Or was Connor physically more attracted to Jacob and why hadn't Jacob shown this sort of interest in him? Christian needed to get out so after lunch he put on a coat and headed to the door before being stopped by Tomas who grabbed his coat and walked with him. He was about to protest but Tomas was having none of it. Evan and Ivan had set off down to the village to enquire about the Ulvan's leaving Jacob and Connor alone in the house. The first half an hour of their walk was in relative silence but Tomas was not fooled by Christian and knew something was eating away at him. Christian looked out over the view "Beautiful place" Tomas remarked putting his arm around him. "There is nothing here" Christian remarked finally speaking. Tomas kissed him on the head "Are you going to tell me what is bugging you?" he asked. Christian relinquished resting his head on his shoulder "Jacob, flirting with you and Connor". "Really?" Tomas asked oblivious to what went on over lunch, "Are you jealous then?". Christian shrugged "I don't know" he replied. Tomas smiled "You love Connor don't you?" he now asked putting him on the spot. "I don't know" Christian replied sounding confused, "I like you and the sex was amazing". "Christian, you can't have both of us so which one are you jealous about?" Tomas enquired. Christian lifted his head up looking at him "I didn't think we were talking about making choices". Tomas smiled and they continued walking "Evan took a fancy to you" he said taking his hand. "Yeah I know. But would Ivan mind?" Christian asked purely out of curiosity. Tomas shook his head "Sex is sex" he said, "They have been together a while and date openly". "Silly to make any commitments until this is over" Christian said putting his head straight. "There is a chance that this may never be over" Tomas informed him, "Kovalek has waited this long". Christian stopped and looked at him "Enough about him" he said as they naturally moved in to a kiss. They returned back to the house late afternoon just as Evan and Ivan got back from the small village confirming he had the address of the Ulvan's that was about thirty minutes away and they would need to take a snowmobile to get there. Evan decided that Connor and himself should go to meet them, he was about to explain the reason for his decision and left it at that. The following morning they picked up the snowmobile and drove high up in the hills to the north of the island until they had to switch over to the snowmobile. It was only a ten minute ride but long enough for the cold air to penetrate them both. Evan pointed to the house hidden amongst a clump of large snow covered rocks. Evan turned the engine off and they walked the last fifty meters to the house and knocked on the door. Ingrid opened the door and looked at them "Who are you?" she asked. Connor and Evan took their goggles and hat off "I am Evan and this is Connor" Evan replied. Ingrid was staring at Connor "Johan kom hit" she shouted then stared at Connor again. Johan appeared in the entrance hall and Connor looked at him as the colour drained from his face, he looked at Ingrid and could see a resemblance in her mouth formation that echoed his. He looked again at Johan who now stood there with a tear forming at the corner of his eye that trickled slowly down his cheek before checking his emotions and putting them aside for the moment. Johan stepped forward "Show me the mark?" he demanded straight away as Ingrid stepped back. Connor nodded and took his boot and sock off lifting his foot "Mirror" Johan said to Ingrid. Ingrid held a mirror up and Johan check for their reflections "Come in" Johan said. Stepping inside Ingrid closed the door and they both stared at Connor "Connor Barton?" Johan asked. He nodded "How do you know that?" Connor asked looking at them both and it finally clicked and he now felt sick. Connor looked at her "Maria Berkhoff?" he asked then looked at Johan, "Maksim Berkhoff?". "That is correct" Johan replied. Connor shook his head "No" he said, "No" he said again then ran out of the house unsure what to make of meeting his birth parents. Evan noticed that Connor was in shock "I am sorry for bringing him here like this" Evan said. Johan looked at Evan "Are you from Vladeni?" he asked. "Yes" Evan replied, "My mother is Grazie Borsch" he added with Johan and Ingrid nodding. "Then Gregor knows of his existence if you have been sent here" Johan said. Evan nodded "Yes. I think Connor needs some time to process this" he told them. "He didn't know about us?" Ingrid asked. "No" Evan replied, "Please understand this has all happened so quickly took us all by surprise". Johan paced around the room "But why was he not told?" he asked looking anxious. "We have all been face to face with him and he possessed Connor's body" Evan told them. Johan stopped and nodded "If he knows too much then Kovalek will know" he stated. "Yes" Evan replied, "It would appear they have some strong bond, Connor does not know that yet". Ingrid looked at Johan "Maksim, you know what you must do now" she said and he nodded. Evan watched as Johan stood and disappeared in to a different room and then could be heard talking on a phone. Ingrid returned from the kitchen with a tray of tea and four cups as Connor came back inside apologising that he needed to clear his head and think. Ingrid invited him to sit down yet he looked at her like he wasn't sure what to make of anything. Ingrid smiled unable to take her eyes off him "Sorry if I don't come running to you" Connor said. "I would never expect you to" Ingrid replied, "It is overwhelming though to finally see and talk to you". "What do you mean?" Connor asked thanking her for the tea and she stood retrieving a book. She passed the book to him "I came to your village every year to take a picture of you" Ingrid said. Connor browsed through the book then looked up "Why did you never say anything to me?" he asked. "To keep us all safe" Ingrid replied, "I had to remain distant even though it broke my heart". Connor pushed the book back "Three sons and each one we had to protect" Ingrid said sadly. "Are they all still alive? Do you have pictures of them as well?" Connor asked. "No pictures" Ingrid replied, "You were the one that mattered according to his family legend". Connor looked at her "You really are my birth parents?" he asked and she nodded. "When this is over, perhaps we could get to know each other?" Ingrid asked looking at him. "I guess" Connor replied unsure, "I love my adopted parents, to me they are my family" he added. "Of course they are and you should never forget that" Ingrid said assuring him. Johan returned and nodded to Ingrid discreetly "How long are you staying?" Johan asked. "A few months to stay out of harm’s way" Evan replied. "Sensible decision" Johan said, "And are you in the safe house?" he asked. "Yes" Connor responded, "But who owns it?" he asked. Johan and Ingrid looked at each other than Connor "It belongs to you" Johan replied. Ingrid stopped Johan from saying more "When the time is right we will explain everything" she said. Johan nodded "I think that the pretence is over now, you can call us Maksim and Maria" he said. "Yes" Maria agreed, "No more hiding at last" she added sounding relieved. "I don't understand. How does it belong to me?" Connor asked going back to what he wanted to know. "Not now Maksim, sorry Connor" Maksim said, "There is a lot to discuss in the days coming". Connor looked at all three of them "Okay. So what happens now?" he asked. "Go back to your safe house and we will be in touch" Maksim replied. With contact made Connor stood at the door ready to leave, his emotions had been turned upside down having come face to face with his real parents. It certainly added an unexpected twist but he know understood why Grazie had insisted on sending them here. Again Connor apologised to Maria and Maksim asking them to be patient with him as this was unexpected. He hugged and kissed them both then left with Evan walking back to the snowmobile. Evan put his goggles on "I know this is a shock Connor but bear with them" Evan said. "I wish you would have told me" Connor replied, "My birth parents" he said shaking his head. "It will be alright Connor" Evan said trying be assuring to him. Connor put his goggles on "Easy for you to say now I have two big things hanging over me". Evan smiled "My grandmother told me that here lies the answer to end this" he now said. Connor watched him climb on the snowmobile "When this is over will you just disappear?" he asked. Evan glanced at him "That is up to you. But I think we will be friends after this. No one else will believe you about the vampire" he replied. For some reason Connor actually felt okay and he took a last look at the house as Evan started the snowmobile up and they pulled away. All during the trip back to the safe house he could see clearly how much like his birth father he looked, it wasn't so much the Berkhoff genes but more Kovalek genes that seemed to be very strong being inherited down through the years. Maria turned to Maksim "Well?" she asked wondering what the outcome of his phone call was. Maksim nodded "They are contacting them but there is no guarantee" he replied. Maria watched the snowmobile heading out of view "I only hope they know" she said. Maksim kissed her on the cheek and she closed the door with optimism, hoping that finally the family would at last be together, a unit, a force that could defeat their dark shadow.

Yes a couple had their sons or son in-laws that I had gifted previously. Sure hope they all got the fuck-flu at the same time. Must be a bug going around.

Going to be heading to the greenhouse sauna in Newport today Anyone want to take my load there 😈

The first dictionary definition of queer - and the one originating circa 1500, is ‘strange, peculiar, odd, eccentric’. By 1740, it had the added sense, colloquially, of ‘open to suspicion, doubtful as to honesty’. By 1781, ‘appearing, feeling or behaving in a way other than normal’. By 1812 the term is used in relation to money that is counterfeit, and begins to be used as a verb, meaning ‘to spoil, ruin’. The sense of ‘homosexual doesn’t come along until 110 years later, first attested in 1922. Language does change over time, and obviously new nuances of meaning are being overlaid on queer at a snappy pace just now. But the word already had over four centuries of common usage before it meant ‘gay’, and just because people may co-opt it to suit their desires in the given moment doesn’t mean that the word loses all its past associations in the culture. In the case of queer, a derogatory connotation lingers, carrying a sense of something abnormal, suspect, odd. I don’t like the word, and would never label myself with it largely because I have the sense of it as a negative term. No doubt this is partly a result of coming of age in 1980s Appalachia, where queer was used as a slur. Yes, the meaning has changed for some people in recent times …but that new meaning hasn’t replaced the original as the first definition in the dictionary. Although a person can call himself what he likes, he must still contend with how others will react when he chooses a word others use in a different way.

The hottest transformation scene I can’t stop thinking about this story. Too hot

More like devolution, I can’t imagine reveling in oral only, oral is foreplay to me

OK not about lipodystrophy, but I was taking Triumeq from 2014 till March 2018, and about a month after I started, I noticed my heart would start beating faster when I lay down to sleep. No biggie - didn't stop me from sleeping. A friend of mine took it as well, and talked having to go to the emergency because he thought he was going to die from a heart attack, I said I would pay attention to the symptoms if they arose. All of this came to a head about 3 months after hubs died. I would have non-stop palpitations and my heart would not stop racing, I would get about 2-3 hours of sleep and then my heart would cause me to wake up with a start. Again, heart pounding the whole day. Then 2-3 hours of sleep. Same cycle. After I went to my doc's and had a complete meltdown when one of his researchers asked if my husband would be interested in taking part in a study about serodiscordant couples, like we had in the past, I attributed this to the palpitations from Triumeq, and how I wasn't sleeping. He changed my meds to Genvoya, and I think I want to go back to it.

God. Damn. But the ending made me LOL. A flight attendant??? Very out of left field, but definitely sets up how he's going to accomplish his mission. All right. Keep up this intensity and we will have a very dark and entertaining adventure.

Moved to Melbourne first week of January and been enjoying a steady supply of cock and cum. Last Monday: Had a guy from Squirt come over and fucked me for half an hour before flooding me with his seed giving me my first load for the night. Within 1 week of arriving I had made a regular FB and just before the first guy came over, he messaged and said to let him know as soon as the guy leaves. He wanted to come over and fuck my seeded hole. and to put my butt plug in till he got here. I did as instructed and he turned up within 15 mins of the first guy leaving and after some making out slowly removed the butt plug and started pounding my full hole. To start with it was as normal and as I loosened up again I could feel my arse getting wetter and hear the slopping start. This pushed him over the edge and he flooded my arse with his seed and slid the plug back in. About 30mins later on Grindr a cute South Asian guy messaged and wanted breed me. He was there in 15 mins and was inside me in no time. For him it was wet and sloppy and he shortly was exploding his seed in me. 3 loads within about 2hrs. Felt so good. Went to sleep with all the loads in me. New goal to beat my best of 7 loads in 2hrs 🙂 Looking promising. Such a welcoming horny city!

This was a few years ago, hope you enjoy. I was chatting with a really hot guy on Grindr, muscular, hairy, with a big hung dick and an ass I hoped he'd give up and we were talking about meeting at the local nudist beach. I thought about it and I decided to go for two reasons: meet him in person and fuck on the beach. Such a turn on. It's a big beach, a good 7 kilometers away from the town, back then there were no beach bars and umbrellas, so there was more sex going on at the gay side and that was what I craved. I'm walking towards a beach umbrella and then I look at the sea and this Greek Poseidon comes out, even hotter than his photos, tanned and naked and fucking hot and all I can do is gape. We got into the talking, all random shit, but hell all I wanted to do was suck the monster and after a few minutes, I was granted that wish. "I see you staring, come get it" he said and I couldn't be happier, my own 19cm dick in full mast. I sucked his cock all the way down to his balls, it was salty as fuck from his swim. He was moaning and I knew I was doing a great job. "You'll make me cum..." he told me between moaning so I slowed down and then the surprise - he showed off his asshole for me to rim! I gladly dove into that delicious hole and I could swear his moaning got louder. After what felt like an hour of rimming his ass in all fours, I got closer to his ear and whispered: "do you want this big dick in your tight hole ?" "yeah, but we don't have any condoms." Fuck that C word. "Then I guess I have no choice but to breed your ass" I whispered, then rubbed my raw dick on his hole, my mind gone crazy by the hot hunk I was about to plant my seed into. "Say you want this cock raw up that ass!" my voice went a bit louder. "Fuck, dude, you're making me feel like a slut. Stick that dick in me." "Raw?" "Fucking raw." No reassurance needed. I pushed in his sweet pucker, slow at first while his moaning was a mix of pleasure and pain and then he reached behind my ass to push me even further! So much for the condoms I thought. I started slamming deeper into him, enjoying the warm hole wrapped around my fuckstick while holding his sides. Fuck I never wanted to cum. "FUCK ME" as I was going to town behind him. After trying to hold on to dear life not to explode in him, I turned him around so I could fuck and kiss (my absolute favourite). His hole was already gaping a bit, however I applied a generous amount of saliva on his hole and on my hole and reentered. There was a sharp intake of breath and then moaning once again. He was looking at me like I was his first love. First lust more like. I reached my lips into his and then started hammering away, deeper and faster. He went fucking nuts, moaning in my mouth (another turn on). He tried to slow my pace but i was holding him down and kept fucking him hard and then it happened; I felt a wet sensation between our bellies, which I thought was cum, because I must have reached his prostate but nope - dude pissed himself. It was weird, but the thought of dominating this hunk of a man made me explode in him! "FUUUUUCK" I yelled while slamming my cock deeper "Keep going I'm close too" I couldn't say no, so his hole endured some more abuse. "Fucking... Aaah. Keep..fucking..." he was at a loss for words while his cock erupted. As a good top I reached down and swallowed as much as I could, guy was like a fountain. We caught our breaths after that and realised we did not know each other's names! He said his name was George and I replied I'm Alex. We swam a bit to cool down and I reached his ass to assess the damage. A slight twinge was all I needed to see. We did meet later that night with a less intense version of fucking and then a few days later before he left for a quickie at an abandoned building in which we almost got caught. He was a great summer fuck.

Thank you Drew! I have to chuckle at this plot in the compound because it’s EXACTLY what happens in the military, where the people who know the plan won’t reveal anything but the bare minimum information, and the players have to operate with almost nothing to go on. Or at least, not enough of the right information to allow them to have a solid idea of what they have to do. The grunts are never informed, their direct superiors only slightly more informed, but that careful withholding of intel actually carries up the chain. However, it does teach the important lesson of reliance on there being someone, somewhere, who does have the whole picture, or at least you hope so. Sometimes different operators are working in an arena for different purposes and they aren’t told, maybe don’t even know at the highest levels, that it’s happening.

Nice story so far !

I use Nurx to get my PREP. It will not go on your medical record unless you want it to be - they are very good about keeping it private. Being on PREP is the best way to protect yourself AND your wife from HIV infection. You cannot pass HIV on to your wife if you are on PREP -its that simple. On another note, I understand your need to play with men and stay with your wife. I've got too much invested in my marriage to back out now, but I'm also coming to terms with the fact that I am gay or bisexual at the very least and need male companionship and MM sex. I have always hungered for cock and the feel and touch of a man. It wasn't until recently that I finally gave in. It has been the most liberating thing in my life to feel the warmth of a man in my arms after we've fucked. To feel his beard and rub his stubble while we sit in the afterglow of a beautiful fuck session. The feeling is pure joy and deep satisfaction.

Part 2 The next few days were boring. Just some corporate profile pictures at some downtown office. The receptionist was hot and friendly thought. She gave me her Tiktok. I don’t have a phone. I barely afford my rent share with dad, a phone was definitely out of question. So I pretended I forgot it. On Friday, we spend the day at the studio cleaning the lens and other stuff. By 2, we were done. Leo invited me for a beer, but I had to decline as I did not have any money and pay day was only the following week. - You’re broke? No pocket change at all? - No, I reply blushing. In fact, I was wondering if I can get an advance, my rent is due Monday. Leo squinted at me for few seconds which made me blushing even more. I am sure my cheeks went crimson. - Why didn’t you say so? With that, he pulled out a roll of money and handed me $800 cash. This is for your week. - Euh… Really… thank you. I really appreciate it… I don’t want to sound ungrateful but shouldn’t it be 840$? - It should, but let say its to cover the interests. A problem? I just shook my head. I would have to manage carefully between pay days, I thought. *** The bar was only two doors down from the studio. You had to know it was there as there was no external sign. If you’d look carefully, there was an “open” neon in the window which seems to be turned on the low dim. The waitress was pretty skinny and had some charms for her. A lot of make-up, blond hair, high heels which cause her to arch her back, indecently accentuating a pair of breasts ready to pop out of her bra. - Is this a new one Leo? she asked with a faintly lisp. - Yep - Are you going to keep him this time? Leo look at her, than me. - Maybe - Maybe? I retorqued. I hope he was not considering firing me yet. - Well, he has a lot of potential and soon he might move on in a different path. A different path? With no college degree, no money, a whore as a dad, I don’t know how I could land on a more profitable job. - I will for sure follow his career. She left with our order, but not before giving me a wink and a finger at the corner of her mouth. I might stick around and score some pussy tonight. Or at least get my cock sucked. I adjusted myself down there. Leo was grinning at me. - She might not be your type, you know, but what ever your type is. Just saying. The bar was filling up with older and biker-gang guys grouping around the pool tables. We chit chat about anything as we drank our beer slowly. - I haven’t mentioned it before because I am not sure you would be ready, but since you seem short on money… I have a gig all day tomorrow and I can use some help. - All day? That meant $168. - It would pay you double. - I’m in, I blurt out immediately. My mind racking with all this extra money. Maybe I would be able to afford a new couch? Who knows? - Deal, then. Be at the studio at 6 tomorrow morning. Leo took a crisp twenty to pay the waitress. She waited for Leo to exit the bar. - Follow me. As soon as I enter the small room behind her, the waitress dealt with my belt and fished out my cock which went from 0 to 100 in 5 seconds. Fuck! I had few girls that went down on me, but this one was a keeper for sure. Best blow job ever. The sad thing about it is it was over too soon. She gave a small peck on my lips - See you soon, I hope, and went back serving the patrons. - Euh, yeah I would like that… Eh what’s your name? - Around here, they called me Prissy. I went home smiling like a guy that just won a million dollars.

I started out with buds at 13 and pretty much stuck with buds/classmates/neighbor kids until I was about 15. I mostly played with guys around my own age, but no one older than 18 as I knew they'd be worried about sex with an underage kid as Texas is crazy strict about that. I enjoyed seeing some of the Anglo kids at the gym I went to naked and fantasized about hooking up with them and finally one of them hit on me and we did it. Was my first anon sex and first time with an Anglo. That got me hooked and soon I was hooking up with other Anglo guys at the gym and off Craigslist and apps. That turned into a mix of kids under 18 and some over. By 16 I was getting pretty adventurous and could drive and was getting into more, but mostly younger guys, mostly Latino but some Anglo. Some things never change...

Met one of my married (Str8) fuck buds just after 8pm at my local cruising woods for a fuck, we both love fucking outside & he likes an audience when he fucks. We found a spot to fuck and were a few minutes into my mate give my hairy hole some hard deep punishment with his big raw dick when guys started to take an interest. 10 minutes later my mate was close to breeding my arse, I could only see one of the guys watching us fuck. He was on my right, very tall, 6’2” or 6’3” big fat belly the which was holding up with one hand as he wanked his huge uncut cock with the other. Suddenly my mate started to thrust balls deep in me as hard as he could and let out a loud roar as his big dick pump hard & fast inside my arse filling my guts with his huge thick load. As he slowly started sliding his dick out of my arse he loudly asked who was gunna breed me next. I heard a voice say he was next cos he was close to shooting his load, as my mates dick slipped out of my pussy the next guy pushed his big fat up curved dick in my cum sloppy pussy! It was squelching loudly with every hard deep thrust he made, then after a few minutes he was roaring & I felt his dick pumping inside me. I looked over to my right & told the fat guy with the huge dick that I wanted him to fuck my pussy next. He got behind me & slowly pushed his massive dick inside me. I groaned with intense pleasure as I felt his meat filling my guts & felt the weight of his huge fat belly as it rested on the small of my back. He fucked me hard & fast for a good 20 minutes , his big low hanging balls slapping up onto mine. He bred a massive load in me, so much cum it was oozing out of my cunthole while he was pumping it in me. After him there we two guys wanking hard and when they got close they bred their loads in me, after that i came back home. Around 11:30pm I had 4 scruff notifications in a row, they were mgs from a horny scally looking lad asking if I was up for having 2 very horny lads over to abuse my arse with their big dicks? Damn right I was up for it. The one who msg me was 19 yr old Alex, 6ft tall, slim toned build with a fat 8” uncut cock. His mate was 18 yr old mixed race lad called Aaron, 6ft 3 tall with a muscular swimmers build with a 9.5” uncut dick. They were talking turned to raid & breed my cunthole, while one fucked the other was getting his cock worked by my mouth. By the time Alex left at 2am He’d bred 5 loads in me & Aaron had bred 7, the last two were in rapid succession, minutes apart. Aaron stayed so I could fuck & breed his meaty hairy arse, just bred my third big load in him & will start work on a forth in a few minutes.

Part 3 I followed the Asian guy into the toilet, noticing for the first time a biohazard tattoo at the base of his spine and again feeling the fear and excitement. The toilet was busy with people pissing and sucking. Wordlessly, they pushed me over to the basin and bent me forward. There was an old, cracked mirror facing me. In it I saw my face, flushed and eyes bright and beyond it my upraised buttocks. There were eager faces all round us and from the grins and winks, I guessed many of them knew what was happening to me. The balding guy got behind me and I heard him say “Give him some poppers. He’ll need them!” Someone produced a bottle and made me sniff deeply. As the rush hit me, I felt a stab of something blunt against my arsehole. It was huge! I yelped and looked in the mirror to see the scorpion tattooed guy behind me, cock in hand, pushing the metal-ringed tip into my hole. More poppers and then it began to open me up. Would it ever stop? How could I take it? And then, with a brutal shove, the blunt, slimey head and ring burst into me followed by the delicious, slippery rush of the shaft until I was impaled and clinging onto the basins helplessly. He began to move slowly in and out. Each time my hole relaxed a little more until he was able to kick my legs apart and sink right up me. I gasped with pleasure and lay there helplessly as he buggered me. In the mirror, I could see faces peering down to watch the monster cock fucking me and it looked like a vision from hell as they licked their lips and egged him on. “Fuck It!” “Give it to him! “Bastard’s loving it.” Slowly, methodically then faster and faster he worked his way towards a climax. I knew I was being impregnated for sure this time, but I was helpless to resist. He was gasping now and his huge cock was ramming deep in me with every thrust. “Cumming!” He gasped and pushed as deep into me as he could. I felt his cock pulse and he grunted loudly as he spurted. Then he shuddered and laughed. “Phew! That was nice” Everyone jostled round to watch his massive, wet cock slide out of me and I felt my body sag as it flopped out. I was exhausted as I lay there over the basin, my gaping hole wet and dripping with cum. The Asian guy ruffled my hair and bent forward to kiss me. “Good boy,” he said. “Join the club” Then they left laughing together. Before I could move, I felt bodies pressing against me and various fingers slid up my puffy hole. “Yeah, he spunked up him alright.” I went to get up, but hands held my shoulders down. Someone said. “Not so fast. There’s plenty more here for you.” Before I could protest, I felt a flabby, wet body against my thighs and a long, thin cock slid easily up inside me. In the mirror I saw the grinning face of an old, bald man with earrings and sagging cheeks as he fucked me and I groaned with disgust but just lay there as he buggered me and then I felt the piss splash over me from the other men and sank into depravity…

I wanted to thank you Rawtop for making this new rule

i agree. all that makes sense.

A very well-thought policy. Thank you, rawTOP. 👍

Sufferer of hyperspermia and yeah in the beginning I was deeply ashamed of it. I didn't think it was natural and it always created such a big mess everywhere that was a pain to clean up when I jerked off. The worst thing was that I used to be pretty religious and the horn would hit me like a truck out of nowhere and I would have to concentrate so hard to ignore my urges to cum. Plus, when I actually do cum I can reload immediately. My record is 6 loads back to back before I need to let my balls fill up again but man there was almost no let up from the urge to shoot. So my long-term ex bf saw sex as a quick means to an end and back then we only used condoms. Try using condoms when you can blow 20 shots, it literally overflows any rubber. So the relationship would be me fucking him until he cums then I either pretend to nut or I have to run to the bathroom and squeeze a few rounds out as he sleeps. Either way I was always made to believe being hypersexual with hyperspermia was bad and wrong. Fast forward to my first breeding. Fucking hell. Revelation. Cum belongs in a hole and real pigs will gladly take it all. Never going back now.

fuck, a gifter with this condition would be awesome!