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**This is Fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 6 - Jonas's Too Tight Hole The next day, Sam skipped the lectures completely and Sam worked all day in the sex shop on the store side. George had given Sam the new jockstraps first thing in the morning and told Sam to put them on. George thought jockstraps were a suitable uniform for Sam in the store. A bit stocky Sam in just jockstraps was a sure attraction in the shop. When there were no customers, Sam took care of the roulette business. During the day, Sam had time to take care of a whole bunch of men in the fitting room. Sam did realize what his job in the store was. It was so obvious. If a man buys a porn movie on DVD, he doesn't need a fitting room. Regardless, one man after another led Sam into the booth and loaded Sam's hole. George stated in the afternoon that Sam's transfer to the sales job has clearly increased sales. Sam suspected that George had been doing some marketing because there were clearly more men in the shop than usual. During the day, well over 10 different men seeded Sam. In the afternoon, a young boy came to the store, looking for a suitable butt plug, which he could use to make his own hole bigger. Sam mentored a young boy named Jonas. Jonas was only 20 years old, super skinny and of average height. A very beautiful boy. Jonas said that he is dating another boy of the same age. Jonas said that his hole is too tight and he would like to loosen it. Sam asked Jonas if he needed guidance on how to use the butt plug and at the same time led Jonas to the fitting booth. Sam pushed Jonas' chosen plug into his own hole. Sam moved the plug back and forth a few times in his ass until it was slimy with the cum. "Now it's your turn. Lower your pants and show me your hole," said Sam to Jonas. At the same time, Sam pushed the sperm-coated plug straight into Jonas's hole. Jonas howled in pain, but the look told that he was satisfied. Jonas pulled up his pants and Sam led Jonas to George and introduced them to each other. Sam told George that Jonas came to buy a butt plug, which is now already in Jonas' ass. "Jonas has a boyfriend, but the problem is that Jonas's hole is too tight. Would it be possible that Jonas could also go to a private event to make Jonas's hole a little looser?", Sam asked George.

Part 2 I was panting like a dog in heat. My eyes were nearly glazing over, my tongue was sticking out. I'm pretty sure I looked like one of those girls in a hentai movie after getting pounded into oblivion. I glanced around the room; there must have been at least a whole nother 15 or 20 men who showed up. The third man of the stepped up and shoved his cock into me to the hilt. I whelped at first as my cum stained hole had tightened up a little but I was moaning loudly as the man brutally fucked me. He was a shorter and paunchier white daddy, whose cock was all that big, but it was thick. Thicker than a beer can. He was overtop of me, pounding my hole. I collapsed onto my belly as he fucked in prone. "Hmm... I love fucking neg holes like yours. My poz load is incredibly potent, I've knocked up many sluts like you. Take it, slut!" he whispered in my ear. At this point, I was already cumming hands free for the second time of the night as he mercilessly fucked me. Two minutes later, he gave one final thrust and unleashed his potent load inside me. He whispered that he hoped it was his load that impregnated me. He grabbed the marker and drew his tally on my ass. That was three. The next man stepped up and flipped me onto my back. It was an Asian daddy who was short and skinny. In fact, he was wasting away, that's how skinny he was. His cock was short and thin, but he made up for it with passionate fucking. He kept his passionate pace, fucking for seemed like an hour and still hadn't cum in me yet. My cock had recovered and was hard again, flopping around, slapping against me as the daddy fucked me. Just as I thought he was about to cum, he pulls out and motions for a whole nother daddy to join him. A fat black grandpa with a raging hard BBC laid down next to me and motioned for me to climb up on top and ride him. I climbed up and eased myself down onto his raging hard cock. He slowly started to pump in and out of my hole, gaping it wider. My cum filled and wrecked hole was full, but within moments, it became fuller. The Asian daddy slim his thin dick back into me. I was being double penetrated. The two expertly alternated piston fucking me. Within five minutes, the Asian daddy didn't last and blasted his potent seed. This in turn set off the black grandpa, who also came inside me. Two loads for the price of one. The both wrote a tally on my ass. I was up to five poz loads now. The three poz daddies who came in me, left. Robert and Bill told me even more were planning on arriving. I looked at the clock on the wall, 11:16 pm. Five loads into an all-night and potentially into the morning pozbang.

Letting him sleep after several days of hard work gave me a rare chance to give myself a closer look, and, it did not disappoint. Realizing the boy was 18 made me conscious of the fact that I was bound to see changes in my appearance soon enough, but, not today, death - my skin remain smooth and golden, taught over my big muscles, unfairly developed given my lifestyle (thank you, tren), and being 6'5" meant some of my best attributes would be there till the end. This body - and, yes, this big fucking dick - were more than just something to look at and love, they'd been how I paid the bills for the longest time. But, no more - the boy was the breadwinner now. And, holy fuck was he winning big. I'm not much of an accountant, but I know that he had gotten about $500 worth of t up his hole this week, and that we'd made about 20 times that amount in selling up his hole. By day five, he just didn't want to stay up - disappointing, really, there was more $ to be made. But, I relented in the end, and gave him the break he probably deserved. Karma rewarded me for my kindness, however, as I felt my phone buzz and saw a new, wealthy customer was back in the game. "Is he ready? I hadn't placed much hope in getting follow-through from this guy. He was pretty fucking hot himself, and didn't seem like he'd need to pay for sex. Also, he was more than 1000 miles away, and it seemed more likely he was engaging to get some kind of thrill from simply discussing the details of his interest. And the details - wow, they even made me blush, and I've seen a thing or two. "I want him really fucked up. Loosen him up with T, then overload him with g... I want his eyes closed" It didn't seem an especially practical request - if the boy was too sleepy, it might be hard to get him ready for the next customer. But by a happy coincidence, or reward for my generosity, we'd reached that place organically, and that I could profit from it was now just a bonus. "I'll pay $20k" Fuck! This was turning into a good day. I couldn't believe my luck. So much so, I decided to push it a bit more... "20k for him, $5k for me, it's a package deal. Bring your own favors" "ETA 15 minutes. Send ping" I haven't been intimidated in years, but the man that arrived at our door was something else. He had at least two inches on me - and he was even better looking in person. At the rate he was paying, I would have let basically anyone walk through the door. But this guy wasn't someone who needed to pay for sex - he just needed to pay for this kind of sex, and I was happy to oblige. We walked back to the room, and the boy couldn't have done a better job of presenting himself to advantage. He was fully naked, flat on his belly, one knee pulled to his tight midsection, his perfect ass (probably his only well developed muscle) catching the light and presenting itself with confidence. The man-god smiled, and began to strip. For the first time, I began to think my luck had run out - his penis was so fucking thick, I was worried that the boy would wake up, it was bound to hurt, hurt like fuck, even with the abuse he had taken this past week. Somehow, I didn't think this man would be gentle either. "Woah, dude, great cock, but, you know, it seems a little intense..." "Shut the fuck up. Grab my bag" His 'bag' was an incongruous fanny pack, with the usual suspects, and then - of course - some maximum impact. This guy had either done this before, or planned it out for a long time. He had me spray it on a pair of his underwear till soaked, and I was positioned at my boys head, clearly there to make sure he didn't slip too far into consciousness. Man-god took a rock the size of my finger nail and stuck into his piss slit - HAWT! - before shoving his dick into the boys ass - as expected, this lead to an immediate response. "Ow! Dad what's happening? It hurts?" "Shh... here boy, take a good sniff" The maximum impact helped him relax and drift off again, and I saw the face of our client make its first smile. We continued this rhythm for a good 15 minutes, each time the sensation became too intense, I'd give the boy another sniff and he'd fall back asleep... I could only hope that his hole wasn't taking any permanent damage. "Wet that again, I'm ready for part 2" he said "What is part 2..." "I SAID wet it, again, now" I hadn't been told what to do in years, and fuck it if my ass didn't twitch for a second. I got that thought out of my head quick - the boy was special, he could take it. This guy would land me in the ER if I tried to take his dick. When I had his soaked underwear back at the boys head, I began to realize what part 2 was, and I almost passed out myself. His massive cock was briefly out of the boys hole, though still connected by a thick strand of - cum? he had somehow cum and kept going? It was soon replaced by his fingers, and then, probably the biggest fist I'd ever seen. Still, it was probably only *slightly* larger than the girth of his dick, and the boy didn't react too much more than he had been prior. "Good boy!" the man-god said, his smile now broad and persistent, as he proceeded to punch in and out, in between revealing the most insane gape I had ever seen. "I think you're ready now!" Ready for fucking what? What more could there be? In an instant, he opened his hand inside my boy, and shoved his massive, thick dick right down the middle, jerking himself off in the boys now (irreparably?) wrecked cunt. At this the boy woke up and there was no getting him to calm down with a sniff. Man-god noticed, but seemed prepared. "Loser, bag, again. A small pouch on the side" The small pouch made his intentions obvious, and I didn't wait for instructions. I poured the powder in a neat line on my dick - hey, may as well work for a tip! - and told my boy to sniff. Within a minute, he was in such a deep fucking k hole that even the massive dick being jerked off by a massive fist in his hole receded in the distance, no longer painful, but a diffusely differentiated pleasure, his body pulled into the stars and all sensation amplified yet never closer than arms length. For the next hour, he said nothing, did nothing, and the client pushed the absolute limits of what his body could take. When he was finished, the boy had fallen asleep again, and seemed no worse for wear - although I had few expectations that he'd be walking anytime soon. "You've done well with him. I will be back" And just like that he left, but not before placing a stack of bills on the table. FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS. Well, hard to argue he didn't earn it.

Part 23 ”He was until a week ago!” How did he know? I was confused and was trying to piece things together but the guy behind me was fucking me so brutally and the dick in my mouth was working real hard, I couldn’t think straight. I also thought that it was too late at that point to care, that I wouldn’t have put myself in this situation if I really cared. I was so overwhelmed by the excitement of the moment, I just let go. This revelation seemed to increase the level of madness for the guys surrounding us. I could feel there dicks being jerked against my hips, my back, my chin. Some of them were becoming verbal. “Your boy’s gonna take his poz load?” “Get him pregnant!” “You’re toxic, man?” Guys were having conversations around me, but mostly not addressing me directly. I was nobody, I wasn’t a person. I was just a dump for toxic loads. Those words just encouraged me to show my thirst for cum even more. I was arching my back as much as possible, I was working my mouth around that dick as hard as possible and tightening my hole to ask for that load. “Take it, bitch!” I heard the guy behind me groaning like a beast, his dick buried balls deep and throbbing. “Good boy, but it’s just the beginning” the guy I was with whispered in my ear. The one I was sucking blew his load in my throat, while another guy slid into my ass. I swallowed the cum and received a kiss from my top. “Open your mouth” he ordered. He placed something into my mouth. “Bite and breathe in”. I complied and felt a big rush of heat. “It’s my sock soaked in poppers, boy. You’ll like it”

I had never felt anything like this before. I was completely letting go while also craving more and more sex. If I hadn’t been blindfolded still, I probably would’ve sent lusty looks through absentminded eyes. I would’ve let whoever was handling me and feeding me how much more I wanted. There was still this little voice inside of me saying that I was stupid. That I shouldn’t let a random stranger that I hadn’t even seen just feed me unknown substances. That I had to work the next day, that I was so fucked up, and that I didn’t even know what time it was. Was it 6PM Sunday? 2AM Monday? I was thinking that maybe my time for my room was up and they would kick me out. But I also thought that it was too late to care at that point. I had let him do whatever he wanted to me and that there was no turning back for me. ”Look at you, all fucked up. Look at your book all drenched in sweat. Gonna keep you here all night, boy” I heard while I was still being fucked. The burning sensation had gone. I was just feeling the heat, overwhelming my whole body. I heard a knock on the door, which was probably still wide open as I didn’t hear it getting opened before I heard “Time’s up for your room man!” ”I’ll be right up!” I heard. “Don’t move boy, I’ll be right back.” he added. “You guys can enjoy” as the sound of his steps vanished. I didn’t hear the sound of the door closing, it was still open, a dick took its place inside my sloppy hole, and a moan from a different voice I hadn’t heard before. I was mentally calculating that I had rented the room for 6 hours, which meant that it was 11PM. I realized it was my room, but that my handler was going to pay for the extension to keep me here. The little voice came back. He was going to pay for me to stay. He was going to get more control over me. That thought scared me a bit and I thought I should get out of here. But I was fooling myself. I was so fucked up, I wasn’t going anywhere. I realized I probably couldn’t even have walked two steps without tripping just to go to the bathroom. I realized there was nothing to do besides just letting go and just tighten my hole to show the stranger fucking I wanted his load. He obliged after a few minutes and shot his cum deep inside. “That’s beautiful” I heard. It was the voice of my handler. “I paid for another 12 hours, we have all night.”

**This is Fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 5 - Dilemma between studies and work On Monday morning, Sam headed to lectures at the university, but his thoughts didn't stay in focus. He thought about yesterday, which still felt unreal. Blindfolded, he had taken ten unknown men's poz sperm into his hole. It felt exciting at the same time, but on the other hand, he thought George should have told Sam. After the first lecture, Sam headed to the bathroom in the basement of the university library, where he had heard that there were gays hanging out there. The toilet was empty, and Sam went into one of the stalls. After a few minutes, the door opened and someone entered the booth next to Sam. After a moment, the man's foot tapped next to the wall. Sam did the same. There was movement from the next booth, and after a while, a good-sized man's cock pushed through the gap between the wall and the floor to Sam's side. Sam went to his knees on the floor and took the cock in his mouth and started sucking it. It wasn't long before the man pulled the cock out of Sam's mouth and said he wanted to fuck. In a flash, Sam took off his sweatpants and got on the floor on his back and thrust his ass into the man's side. Sam heard the man spit and felt the big cock's helmet hole. The man didn't take much time and started fucking Sam's hole. The violent fucking hurt at first, but soon lust won over Sam's pain. Again the unknown man was raw in Sam's hole. And Sam was in full heat. It was then that Sam realized what George had done to him. George had released him. George had realized that Sam was just a cumdump and would enjoy it. Now Sam could offer his unprotected hole to anyone, anywhere. Sam skipped the next lectures and spent the rest of the day in the bathroom. A total of 6 different men emptied their seeds into Sam's hole. From college, Sam went straight to work organizing this week's roulette. George was as if nothing had happened. George took care of the business and Sam contacted the bottoms and tops of Thursday's roulette in the back room. At one point, George called out to Sam if he could come over and help out on the shop side. An older, tall man was standing at the counter. George said that the man was looking for a suitable steel penis ring, so Sam could help him choose the right ring. Sam obeyed George but gave him a strange look. There was no question of any such thing when George had hired him. Sam led the man downstairs to the shelf where the penis rings were. The man said that he had a 23 cm long and quite thick cock, so the metal ring should also be quite strong. He would like the bottom to feel the ring on his ass when he is inside the balls deep. He also hoped that the ring would raise his balls so that they would squeeze better between the bottom and him, making sure that all the sperm would come out. Sam suggested one design that pleased the customer. It was no longer necessary to know the right size. The man unbuttoned his pants and lowered his briefs to his knees and told Sam he was free to measure. Sam stared at the man's cock and at the same time dug out a tape measure from the drawer under the shelf. Sam measured the base of the man's cock and found a suitable size ring on the shelf. Sam weighed the man's heavy balls with his hand and asked if he had ever thought of using ball stretchers. Sam said that they could also bring pleasure to the bottom as the balls bounced heavier on the bottom's ass. A penis ring and ball stretchers would also make a man's bulge bigger and more impressive. The idea seemed good to the man. Sam suggested some silicone ball stretchers, from which the man chose the ones he liked. Then Sam also suggested that they could look at some suitable jockstraps for the man. Sam suggested that he could bring him some bulge enhancers into the fitting booth for him to fit. When Sam came to the fitting room, the man was already completely naked except for his socks. Sam went into the same room with the man and opened the package of penis ring and ball stretchers. Sam threaded the rings into place and praised the man for showing up. The man looked at his hardening cock in the fitting room mirror. Sam helped the man put on the biker style jockstraps and told the man that he looked really hot. The man pushed his hand inside the collar of Sam's sweatpants directly into Sam's hole. He rubbed his finger into Sam's hole, where the finger easily inserted. The man pulled his finger away and smelled it and put the finger in his mouth. "Sperm! The naughty boy has already taken a raw dick today. How many?", asked the man. "Six," Sam confessed. "Ohh, slut," growled the man. The man tore Sam's sweatpants to the ankles and rammed his hard cock straight balls deep into Sam's ass. Sam moaned in pleasure as the man began to thrust inside Sam. The man's stretched balls pounded against Sam's balls. The man asked if Sam could feel the steel ring in his hole. Sam panted hotly “yes, yes”. "Seed me," Sam begged. And the old man roared and squirted his sperm into the hole. The man got dressed, collected his things and thanked Sam. At the checkout, the man also thanked George separately that the customer service has improved tremendously. When Sam got to George, the man had already left. George praised Sam. The man had made a clearly larger than average purchase. George patted Sam on the ass and said that Sam should be more involved in the sales job since he seems to be so natural at it. There was a wet patch on the back of Sam's sweatpants.

When I was in college the most common way to hook up was in the various men;s rooms on campus. Before long I discovered all of the cruisy toilet rooms. I remember sitting in a stall, tapping my foot and before long the guy in the next stall would be on his knees exposing his hard dick for me to suck. There was a very obscure men's room in the basement of an older administration building. The men's room was at the bottom of the stairs. It was old and had a sink, a urinal, a toilet stall and a shower stall that looked like it wasn't used in decades. There was a peep hole drilled into the stall that separated the toilet from the urinal, There was little reason to go here unless you were cruising for sex. I was horny one afternoon and thought I would check it out. I was pleasantly surprised to see someone in the stall. I went to the urinal and started to stroke my dick and noticed the peep hole get darker signaling the guy in the stall was peering through it. I continued to stroke until I was rock hard and then decided to make the move to the front of the stall..I stood at the stall, displaying my hard dick when soon the door swung open and I was greeted by a gorgeous hispanic male sitting on the toilet with his legs spread. He was about 20 and his shirt was off displaying a hot hairy chest. He had a two day old beard and his hair was pulled back in a bun. But the most impressive thing was his thick uncut dick. It was 8', dark with a thick bush. He motioned for me to come closer and took my dick into his mouth. OMG it felt so great. He deepthrotead me, then licked my balls and even fingered my hole. I reached down and pulled out my poppers, took a few hits and handed them to him. This just made his blow job more intense. I didnt want to cum yet so i pulled out of his mouth, pulled him up and started kissing him. He was an awesome kisser and was really into it. I loved his full lips and how our tongues were intwined. He whispered in my ear that he wanted to fuck me, I hadnt been fucked much but he turned me on so much I really wanted it. I asked if he had any condoms. He didnt but he said he would not cum inside me. I agreed and then went down on his cock to get it as wet as possible As I sucked him I realized how fat his dick was but I was in love and wanted it. I stood up, bent over, spit on my fingers to wet my ass, took a huge hit of poppers and waited for his dick to enter. He slowly pushed in my tight hole, but quickly I pulled forward as there was too much resistance in my dry hole. I put his dick in my mouth again slobbering as much saliva as possibe and bent over again, He slid in my wet hole and began fucking. My ass juices started flowing and the ride got smoother, but my god he was big. I felt like such a slut bent over in a sleazy mens room getting fucked bareback, We shared poppers some more as continued to fuck and telling me how great my hole felt. This went on for another few minutes when he all of a sudden stopped and pulled out. He said he had a "dry orgasm" and didn't cum. andI didn;t feel anything. He kissed me, git dressed and left. I took my time getting dressed and then started climbing the stairs, When I got to the top My shorts felt really wet. I went back into the mens room, dropped my pants and notices my boxers were soaked and there was than unmistaken scent of cum. I was so turned on and never asked for a condom again

So I met this 81 year old man at the senior apartment complex my mother lives the other day. I was walking to my car and he was out walking for exercise and noticed my pride sticker. He stopped me, said hello and proceeded to bluntly ask if I was a homosexual. I immediately thought “oh boy here we go” because he used the word “homosexual” and he sounded almost upset but I went ahead and replied, yes to which he lit up with a big smile, and said “me too”. This made me laugh some because it was so bazaar. We began talking and walked over to a bench under a tree and sat to enjoy our conversation. He went through a thorough history of our gay community in our town. It was exceedingly interesting, but it’s winter and we were both getting cold, so we decided to part ways. As I was walking away, he politely asked if I would want to have coffee at his apartment sometime to which I said yes and got in my car to go home. This morning as I was walking out of my moms apartment, I thought to myself “why not” so I took out my cell phone and called his number that he gave me last week. He answered the phone and I told him who I was and that I would love to take him up on that cup of coffee. He was so excited. You could literally hear the excitement in his voice which made me happy. He gave me his room number, so I walked to the other side of the building and knocked on his door. He answered with a huge grin and invited me in. He looked very handsome and was wearing sorta an Asian print robe and his apartment was meticulously clean and very well decorated. He he walked me over two a leather loveseat, and invited me to sit down which I did while he walked into his kitchen to put on coffee. A couple minutes passed, and he came out with two mugs of hot coffee, and sat one in front of me and sat down next to me When he sat down, he sat down very close to me and turned towards me. Right away because the way his robe was laying I could see a little bit of the side of cock but we started chatting. He like to touch me as he talked and eventually his hand came to rest on my thigh. I looked down because he had spread his legs some and his cock was totally uncovered now and was literally starting to swell. I thought to myself “LOL I guess we’re gonna fuck“. So I reached over and held his penis in my hand and slowly stroked him. As his cock swelled in my hand I leaned in towards him and asked if he wanted to kiss to which he immediately started to kiss me. He instructed me to take off my clothes so I did it quickly and went back to stroking his now hard cock and making out. I slid down to my knees and scooted the coffee table back and knelt in front of him. I slipped his cock in my mouth and started giving him a slow but firm blow job. His cock was pouring pre-cum, which was amazing because it was almost like swallowing a nonstop load. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and looked up at him and asked if he wanted to fuck me. He nervously replied that he hasn’t had sex in six years, and if I was sure that it was OK. I gave him a big smile and assured him that nothing else would make me happier right now. He said “I don’t have any condoms”, and I assured him that that was no problem at all. We both stood up and walked to his bedroom. His cock was big and full, but hanging down and I love the way the color of his cock contrast it with his big muff of gray pubes. I asked him how he wanted me and he told me to lie on my back so I laid on my back and rolled my legs back to submit and present my hole to him. He slipped off his robe and hung it on a hook on his bathroom door and went in to get something. He came out with an ancient looking large jar of Vaseline and climbed on the bed. I could see the pre-cum dripping from the head of his cock as he open the jar and scooped out some Vaseline. He rubbed it on my hole and started fingering me. He looked so happy as he watched his fingers sliding in and out of my loose hole. He leaned forward, holding his cock and effortlessly slipped it in me. I immediately could feel the warmth against my hole as he slid in. He laid down on top of me, and we started kissing while he slowly started thrusting. He was kissing my neck and groaning with each thrust. He had only been fucking me for maybe a minute or two when he rapidly sped up his thrusting, pushing his cock as deep as it would go with each thrust. Seconds later, he let out a loud groan, followed by a loud grunt each time he forcefully slammed his cock in me as he was ejaculating. He collapsed his full weight on me, and we kissed before he unmounted me and laid next to me. I held his cock in my hand gently stroking as he couldn’t stop smiling, and telling me how amazing that was. We cuddled for a while and we both fell asleep together. After a couple hours I woke up and started playing with his cock which woke him up. I went down on him but he made me work for. About 20 minutes later he flooded my mouth with his seed. I had to get going so I got dressed and thanked him for the coffee that I didn’t drink and the fun sex.

I have a slightly different take. A bottom is either a cumslut or a cockslut. A cockslut needs to be penetrated; he gets off on having a cock in his ass. A cumslut needs to be bred; he gets off on having cum in his ass. Every bottom is a mix of cumslut and cockslut, and it can change from session to session, but you can get a feel for whether you're fucking a cockslut or a cumslut. They do need to get fucked differently. Cocksluts care more about size; cumsluts care about raw number of loads. Cumsluts need it faster and cocksluts need it longer. My version fits with the more common definition. A cumslut is a man driven by the desire to be inseminated. I'm just balancing that with his desire to be penetrated.

**This is Fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 3 Jeff went to his room. His head was spinning. Cum dump - is he? He should be faithful to his wife and a good role model for his children. Now he's been letting almost-stranger men fuck his unprotected hole and let the men inject their sperm inside. Despite the shame, the thought excited Jeff. He put on the jockstraps Jack had given him and looked at himself in the hotel room mirror. He liked what he saw. Jeff washed up and went to bed, but the thoughts just kept spinning. It was already half past twelve, but Jeff couldn't sleep.. He tried to push out of his mind what Burt had said about the steam room and half the night. But he didn't succeed. "What if he just went to see if Burt's words were true," Jeff thought. At the same time, Jeff had already taken off his jockstraps and put on a bathrobe and slippers and was already in the corridor on his way to the spa department. Jeff left his bathrobe and slippers in the dressing room closet and wrapped a towel around his waist. At the door of the steam room, he realized that he hadn't even remembered to put on his speedos. Jeff entered the sauna and climbed onto the top bench. Burt had been right. The bench was filled with dark human figures that made room for Jeff. Jeff sat down between the two men. They sat there side by side. Intimacy in a dark sauna felt erotic to Jeff. He noticed that the men on both sides had their towels open, just like Burt had during the day. In fact, both men's cocks were fully erect. Jeff decided to be brave and opened his own towel and revealed his own rock hard cock. In a flash, he felt another man's hand on his cock. The man on the other side put his hand behind Jeff's neck and began guiding Jeff's head towards his crotch and hard cock. The man wanted a blowjob from him. Jeff willingly opened his mouth and let the man's sweaty cock slide deep into his throat. At the same time, he felt the man pushing his hand up his ass and towards Jeff's hole. "Ooh, your hole is already slick," said the man in a loud voice. The man grabbed Jeff's hips with both hands and forced Jeff to get up from the bench. With a very quick and powerful movement, the man moved Jeff onto his lap and sat Jeff directly on his cock. Jeff moaned in both pain and pleasure. The man said to Jeff, "welcome to the saddle and now it's your turn to ride". Jeff supported himself from the bench with his hands and raised his ass in the man's lap. At which point the man pushed Jeff back into the ball deep. This went on for several minutes until the man scrambled to his feet with his cock still in Jeff's ass. The man bent Jeff so that Jeff had to take support from the sauna bench with his hands. Now the man started to fuck Jeff's ass very hard until he sped up more and emptied his seed inside Jeff. The man thanked Jeff and pulled away. Immediately a new cock replaced the cock and started pounding Jeff's ass. Jeff took in the sperm of 9 men in the sauna. He couldn't even see any of their faces properly. He didn't know how old they were or anything about them at all. This anonymity excited Jeff. The facelessness kind of worked as a protective shield. He wouldn't have to look anyone in the eye while offering his ass to men. Then there was no need to feel ashamed either. The men seemed to leave the sauna as soon as they had emptied their balls. Soon Jeff was alone and left himself through the dressing room to his own room. It was twenty five minutes past midnight. The whole trip to the steam room had only lasted 55 minutes. The men had really only been looking for a place to dump their seeds. Jeff went straight to bed feeling completely exhausted and fell asleep immediately.

That is hot. I’m one of those cheating husbands. But I don’t top, I take loads home to my unknowing wife.

absolutely destroying some cute little twinky fucktoy with a few of my most dirty, twisted, big dicked buddies, while his mother and father sit there and watch us throatfuck him, fuck his pussy bareback, fist fuck his tight pussy into a gaped out, sloppy cunt and blow load after load into the little faggots guts. maybe get the dad to insert our cocks into his sons hole and grab him by the head to help us throat fuck him and shove my cock in part way and have his mommy grab my cock and jerk me off into his guts while begging me to strangle him harder and have her eat our loads from his sloppy gaped out pussy. maybe even make the dad fuck a load into him while his mommy sucks his cock until they both cum. you know? the usual stuff.

Thanks for the comments so far. Im glad people are enjoying it. ______________________________________Part 5 *have it your way* The text keeps flashing through my mind even hours later when my wife and I went to bed. What is he going to do? His note just said no rules for a while but I just keep getting the feeling it's going to be more. I get almost no sleep that night the cage and the daunting feeling keeping me awake most of the night. I go to the gym bright and early and join Sir Nate in the locker room. "Good morning Sir" I say his smell hits me right away. It seems stronger somehow. It makes me want to be naked with him. I'm not gay. I'm just doing this to get my cage off. "Good morning boi" he replied. "I heard someone got in trouble." His tone made me feel really bad. "I'm sorry Sir I made a mistake. It won't happen again" he pulls out my work out clothes from his bag. "Good Boi. If you didn't fail you'd have the next rule right now" He's walkig towards me his smell getting stronger my head starting to go fuzzy. "Here's your workout uniform today" there was no jockstrap. I want to ask for one but can't seem to form words. All I see is him in his singlet and his chest hair. I kind of want to smell his chest imagining this fuzzy feeling becoming permanent just a bit of fuzzy and euforia. No wait I have a wife, I can't do this to here. I quickly strip with Sir Nate right beside be. While I'm completely naked he feels up my body a little bit keeping what little distance is between us. After he drops his hand I put on the new singlet which is the same cut as last time but this one is dark green while wearing it you can clearly see my cage sinch I have no underwear to hide it. We headed out into the gym. We do various work outs and I notice that Sir gets a lot closer during them. Usually he is on the machine beside me or something along those lines but this time he uped my weights by a lot and says he needs to spot me. I feel his cock rubbing against me the entire session. None of the body builders seem to notice, or they don't mind. When we are doing bench press his cock is pretty much pressed against my face. I should be disgusted but I feel like I'm about to break my cage my dick is trying so hard to grow. I just want to lick his cock. I could if I wanted to, I would just need to stick out my tongue. No. wife. Straight. me. "Your almost there I think your master will be pleased with your progress." His voice snaps me out of my train of though" "What?" He slaps me hard across my ass. I'm doing squats now. I don't even remember moving. We are alone I the gym now and our singlets are around our waste. He back behind me spotting me again and I can feel his cock pressing against my ass through the layers of spandex. "What Sir" "Sorry Sir, what did you mean Sir" "Better, I think Jackson will be impressed with your body, it's not much now but you can see it will be the way he likes it." "Thank you Sir" We finish up our work out and back in the changeroom he gives me a jock strap to wear. I take off the singlet which he takes from me and I start looking for my clothes. "Sir do you know where my clothes are?" I ask "Yes I do" as I see him add my singlet to a bag of my clothes. He zips it up "you are expected at Master Jacksons in an hour. Good luck" he takes my clothes and leaves. How am I going to get to my car in nothing but a jockstrap? I trun to grab my keys from the locker remembering I keep them in my pants. I don't need to get to my car I need to get to Jackson's house. Fuck me. I find a towel in the locker room but no clothes any where. I guess I will have to use this. I wrap it around my waist tight and start walking. Sir Nate told me I had an hour Jackson's house is is a 55min walk so I have to get moving. I know of some hiking trails so I get most of thebway there just seeing confused hikers. But when I have to go back on the main streets the worse thing happens. I almost got hit by a car. I get up about to tear this guy a new one when Sean gets out of the car. "What the fuck are you doing" he yells "why are you naked." "I'm not naked and can you drive me somewhere." I get in his car before he responds" "What happened" I relayed the info as he drives and he just shakes his head at me. "I need you to divorce my mom she doesn't need this kind of shit again." "I told you I'm not gay. I'm not enjoying this. Do you think I have a choice in the mater." "I do think you're enjoying this. If you didn't want to run around in a jockstrap you would have asked the front desk of the gym to borrow their phone and called your wife." I'm silent the idea didn't cross my mind. "Exactly, you keep saying you don't want this but from where I'm standing it seems like every decision you've made is to encourage it." "I made one mistake you can't say every decision" "You say the letter said no more rules for a week if you failed to provide photo evidence of wearing thongs and jockstrap. Then why did you not wear the thong. You could have worn your boxers over or just taken the thong with you but I think you wanted the extra week." He parked and pretty much pushed me out of his car "fucking fags they are the worst at thinking" he drives off. I didn't want the extra week. I didn't want the extra week. Why do I need to convince myself of this. I go inside and Jackson orders me to start cooking right away. I cook everything. We eat in silence. When he starts fag school he asks "how are you going to make me happy and forget your blatant disregard for my rules?" "All I can off you is my dick Sir" if I don't get a rule at least I'll get to cum. "OK I think I have something in mind" fuck yes. It's better than nothing. We go to the bed room and I'm about to take my jockstrap off when he stops me. "Not yet" he puts chains on my ankles. "This way you can't take the jock strap off unless I let you" He teases me going down my body as he unlocks me and the moment the cage is loose. I'm like a rock, full mast, ready to be blown. He walks over to the other side of the bed and grabs something from his bed side table. Coming back I realise it's a condom. He puts it on me and kneels on the bed doggy style. "Umm. Aren't you going to blow me?" "I think you know what you have to do to let me forgive your error" Fuck

Part 4: I can’t take anymore, if you want? Joel got back to working the camera and the first granddad lined up his positive cock and pushed in hard in one quick thrust he was like a jack rabbit hammering as if this was the last fuck he would ever have, this is fine boipussy brothers he said, then as he started to tense up my cock erupted yet again covering me in yet more cum as I went to wipe it Joel grabbed my hand and said no leave it show the camara and our viewers what a dirty little fag whore you have become. Our viewers yes Tim you are the star of a live feed 😊so just think of all the cum our viewers are ejaculating whilst watching you…Brother breed me seed my boipussy with your toxic cum, now now now I want it at which time he shouted fuck, fuck, take it as his old man cock thrust and pulsed ropes and ropes of cum into my already flooded boipussy. As the breeding session was coming to an end the last of my new brother took his place, he couldn’t have been much older than me a proper twink with a great ram rod of a cock which he planted straight into to my diseased flooded hole and piston fucked me until I felt his cock throb and put even more toxic seed in me. Once he pulled out my brothers started applauding and Joel shoved a large butt plug into my ruined pussy. Okay he said get the offering bowl, the bowl was placed under me cunt and the plug removed and toxic cum flowed out filling the bowl, when it stop the butt plug was pushed back in. Each one of my brothers took a sip from the bowl and then deposited it down into my mouth French kissing me in the process, causing me to swallow all the toxic cum. Joel said brothers Tim’s right of passage into our brotherhood is complete Tim has accepted his coming of age birthday gifts in his boipussy and bowels and now has all your toxic seed in his stomach. His baptism has been completed to which my bothers applauded again. I was raised again by my arms and cuffed to the chains as Joel circled with the camera in hand took the marker pen out and crossed through the word VIRGIN and said look at this fine blemish free twink cumdump, he wont be negative for long so if you want to rent him out for a Poz breeding party call for the costs…CUT Part 5 my new life if you want?

It’s been a while since I’ve posted but my husband and I have recently moved. New location , new dick. I have my fair share of regulars here and get cum when I want but we’ve made some friends and play together with one of them. It’s supposed to be exclusive but still… now I have my husband and our buddy to cheat on. The other night I was home alone. Prime opportunity to cheat. The first guy was a bust. Lied on his Grindr profile and wasn’t my type. I went over to his place to swallow his cum but had to leave. I hopped right back on Grindr and found a married guy who happened to be in the area. He needed to hookup quick since he was headed home. I quickly made it back to my place and got ready for him. Unlocked the door and waited naked on my knees, sniffing poppers. His profile didn’t do him justice. He was a little chubby but hot af. I quickly undressed him and started sucking his cock. Now, he know I was cheating on my husband but I didn’t know he was a cheater until we were talking. He told me to get up and show him my ass so I did. He asked what my husband would think if he knew we were having sex and I told him he’d be pissed. He said his wife would be too. My dick got harder instantly, I almost came right there. He started to pound my hole raw and I asked how often he cheats. He replied, “as much as I can” and then asked me to which I said the same thing. Unfortunately, I wasn’t as cleaned out as I thought since I had to rush to get ready. He pulled out and cleaned off his dick but still wanted us both to cum. I ended up sucking him off and was so turned on I bust my nut while blowing him. As soon as he saw that he was super excited. He wanted me to keep sucking and jerking him and when he was about to cum he asked to cum on my dick and in my pubes to which I said fuck yes. He came all over my cock and mixed it with my load. I scooped some up and tasted it while he went to clean up and take a piss (I just wish I coulda tasted his piss). We chatted while he got dressed and damn was he sexy. One of the best hookups I’ve had in a long time. So glad I got to cheat on my husband and our buddy. I hope it happens again real soon.

This is another continuation of one of my earlier stories... Best Western 3 So last time I posted I had just got a message from the twink guy that he was pregnant. So today I called and got a reservation at the same Best Western in Round Rock. I messaged him back to let him know I'd send him the room number when I got checked in. I also sent a message to the POZ top to let him know I was carrying on the work of spreading his strain. I wasn't expecting to hear back from the POZ top because I figured it would be unlikely that he would be back in Austin again so soon, but surprisingly I got a message back from him in less than an hour saying "I'm still in town because of business. Message me the room number when you are ready". I didn't let the twink know that the POZ top would also be there because I wanted it to be a surprise. Anyway, I was very excited as I drove to the Best Western and checked in. The lady behind the desk gave me a wink and said "Welcome back". She knew from my driver's license that I lived only a few miles away so I am sure she guessed why I was here. I said "Thanks, I really enjoyed my last stay here". Her reply was a big smirk and "Yeah, I bet it wasn't because of our fabulous complementary breakfast. We got some comments from the neighboring rooms so I went and listened myself. Wish I could have watched." I told her that I wouldn't mind because I love being watched, but I'd have to ask my guests. She said "Let me know, I'm off in 10 minutes". I went to the room and got set up and cleaned myself out. I heard a knock on the door and the POZ top was there so I let him in. I asked him about the desk lady and he said "she can watch as long as she stays in the bathroom and doesn't make any noise. I called the front desk and relayed the message. She said she would be there in a few minutes. It wasn't long until there was another knock. It was the desk lady. I let her in and she went to the bathroom to wait. While we were waiting for the twink and his friend to show up I got on my knees and started sucking the POZ top hard. I could hear the lady in the bathroom giggle as I took the big dick in my mouth. The POZ top said "Hey, you gotta do better than that!". She said "Sorry, I'll try". I figured that pretty soon the only sounds people would hear would be raw man sex so it wouldn't matter. About 15 minutes later another knock so the POZ top pulled his dick out of my hungry mouth and answered the door. The twink was there with his friend, also a thin twinky guy. He said he was pleasantly surprised to see the POZ top was there. I knew he would be. What surprised me was that the twink's friend dropped to his knees and took my little cock in his mouth. I'm not used to getting that kind of treatment but the twink told me his friend liked older guys like myself and the POZ top too. He then got on his knees as well and they started taking turns on me as the POZ top was inspecting their tight asses with a lubed finger. Pretty soon he pulled the new twink off my cock and forced him down on all fours, ramming his dick into the tight hole causing the bottom to yelp which he quickly stifled. The POZ top started really pounding him then. Following my mentor's example I also turned around the first twink and slid my cock into his already lubed hole and started giving him all he was worth. The two bottoms were facing each other with looks of pleasure on their faces and they started making out. Man was that a hot sight to see. I could tell the POZ top enjoyed it also because his thrusting started to increase in pace and I could tell by the look on his face he was about to blow a huge charged load deep into the tight hole his dick was working. Sure enough in about a minute he hilted himself and started to groan out. The sight and sound of that pushed me over the edge and I also pumped my tainted seed into the already pregnant twink. As both myself and the POZ top pulled our dripping cocks out I could smell the raw sex... and I heard muffled moans and the sound of busy fingers from the bathroom. Well... she was trying to be quiet. Anyway, nobody but me seemed to notice, or at least they didn't say anything. It wasn't long until the first twink, who had been continuing to make out with his friend, flipped him on his back on the bed and took his legs over his shoulders and slid his cock into the hole that had been well used by the POZ top. He started working on depositing his newly charged seed as well. Before I knew it, the POZ top also pushed me down over the edge of the bed and started working on his second hot load to shoot into my ass. I was in a state of bliss as my hole was worked good and hard by the POZ top making me grunt softly with each thrust. Both the POZ top and the first twink came at the same time, groaning with pleasure as their dicks pulsed. As the POZ top and the two twinks got dressed to leave, the new twink said how much he enjoyed having his cherry taken. Both myself and the POZ top were surprised, and the POZ top asked "You mean your POZ load cherry?". The new twink looked surprised and said "No, I'd never been fucked before". The first twink laughed and said "I didn't tell you that this was a Conversion Party!". The new twink's jaw dropped and he turned white... but as he recovered he said. "Well, I guess that shouldn't have surprised me". I want to do it again soon. The POZ top thanked the first twink for helping spread his strain. The twink replied "My pleasure". That made me smile. After the other guys had left, the desk lady came out of the bathroom, obviously a little discheveled. "WOW! That was HOT! You didn't tell me that this was a Conversion Party either!" I love watching gay porn and pozzing porn is the hottest! That really surprised me, but it turned me on to know. As she also left she said "I can't wait for you guys to come back again". I couldn't either.

Kinda. Booked a room at trades but also booked a room at premier inn in parallel so I had somewhere nice to sleep and leave my valuables….

I know... this is for your fantasy.... but for me it turned out to be real, it happend for real and after that it became One of my kinky, nasty and dirty fantasies to repeat and repeat.... From 2007 until 2012 I lived in the UK - Greater London area. From 2007 till 2011 there was A old type public toilet in Walton on Thames. It was with 3 cubical's and had 2 gloryholes in the side walls. It Had 2 long urinals and was 24/7 open. This place turned out to be one of the best cottages. The horny business was really 24/7 going on there. I was surprised on my first visit... the looks (old and very sleazy), the smell (very heavy), the visitors very mixed some young but most where past 40 up till in there 70ties. You could find/see fresh cum blobs, dried everywhere and I mean everywhere. There where guys having sex in front of the long urinals and the 3 cubical's they did some heavy overtime. After waiting a while.... aprox. 15/20 min the left one came free. A older sleazy/shabby looking guy came out quickly after he pulled the water cord. He was still adjusting his cock in his pants. I got in and look the cubical over. The smell was pungent... not only from piss but for sure smelly cock, cum and ass (musky) smell. I saw the cum still dripping down from the gloryhole and there was a large puddle of cum on the floor. The guy in the middle cubical was clearly waiting for a new cock because as soon as I opened and dropped my pants I noticed him peaking through the hole at my cock. Because of my surroundings and the smell's my cock was rapidly getting hard. I looked at the Gloryhole and saw his finger running invite signals, to stick my cock through the hole. The the hole surroundings was just stained/dirty from I assumed cum, piss and ass juices. It made the whole situation for me sooooo fucking horny that I could not resist to offer my cock through the hole. I noticed that the guy on the other side first pulled my foreskin back looked at it and believed it or not the took a picture of my cock. I than noticed that he sniffed my cock and when he noticed the right potend cock smell he moaned when he swallowed my cock in his mouth. After minutes of giving head and taking more pictures (I believed with my cock in his mouth) I noticed movement at my feet. I saw his hand swiping the puddle of cum on the floor. I had a question mark on what he was doing.... And saw his hand going scoping the cum 3 times and disappearing. The 4th time he scoped the cum I noticed that he grabbed my cock with his cum covered hand and rubbed it al over the length of my pulsating cock lubing it. I than noticed that he stood up.... and without asking pinned his very sloppy en extremely lubed asspussy over my cock his ass went all the way down on my cock filthy and bareback. That was mind blowing for me. This was extremely dirty.... and fucking horny bareback. His asspussy felt sooo warm and slippery on my cock. He kept it there for a few minutes and than startet to milk/fuck my cock. It was clear that he just wanted my cum in his ass. And that is what he got from me. When I got home I inspected my cock.... it was very sticky and I noticed lots of dried up cum... and ass juices. The smell that came of my cock was mind blowing. I did not wash my cock for the next day's or so to enjoy the heavy smell. And I took that smell with me on my next Walton Bridge visit. I am back living in Holland now... and I do mis those sleazy/dirty cottage encounters a lot. The pictures a of the real Gloryhole at Walton Bridge taken by me. The cottage has been renewed and has got no gloryhole's anymore.

I’ve just checked that out - going to give that a go this year!

l love trashing a whores fuckhole with huge toys, but nothing beats the personal nature of shoving my entire forearm up som faggots ass, all the way to my elbow. Lt’s kinda the same as how I love getting a faggot on all fours and fucking it with a belt wrapped around its throat pulled tight, but nothing beats wrapping a hand or two around its throat from above and absolutely strangling the fuck out of it while I fuck it, until it passes out. Doing both at the same time is heaven. One hand strangling the life out of it in a sling, while the other hand gets rammed up its cunt repeatedly.

When I go on vacation, I usually try and find a hotel close to the baths or sex clubs.

I'll be in Blackpool this weekend, planning to spemd most of Saturday afternoon at W3 sauna but may try this place afterwards if they let non guests in. I'd love you to fill my hole 😈

IDM Sauna in Paris last weekend. As per usual had to queue to get in as it was so busy. Spent most of the afternoon in the dark room section and got 15 cocks in me and 2 loads. I think all of them were bb

This - I’ve had success with that in sleazier bars, plus placing empty glasses in the trough or urinal ready to be filled. Funnel gag sends a strong message too. But these only work in sleazy places… if the clientele are a bit on the vanilla/fluffy side then it scares them off. That may be the case for a bathhouse/sauna.

Doesn’t matter to me as long as they fuck and breed me!!

Been in Europe since Thursday, and was in Paris on Friday. It was my only night to play and I wanted to make the most of it. I ditched my colleagues as soon as our last meeting ended, skipped dinner, douched and started cruising. After a few hours without luck, I just decided to explore a bar I had never been before, the Full Metal. It was only a short 15 minutes walk away from my studio and I was there around midnight. I checked my jacket and only kept my sweatpants, t-shirt and shoes. I headed to the basement. The place wasn’t crowded, just a few groups of guys chatting and drinking. I wasted no time stopping at the bar and just made my way directly to what I could identify as the dark area. I did as I usually do and just plant myself in a corner waiting for guys to come. The area was small with panels in the middle. There were probably around 10 guys. I almost immediately got on my knees to suck on a guy who was just wearing a jock and sneakers. It wasn’t long before my pants were being pulled down and a tongue licked my hole. A dick was thrust into it after just a few minutes. I got my first load quickly, and another guy took the place right after. The guy I was sucking was holding my ass cheeks open. I got fucked by probably 6 guys and 3 loads. The crowd had thinned after that and I decided to head to the Secteur X, the bar across the street. I immediately headed to the basement again, and I was immediately handled by a 6’7 gigantic bearded guy. He was seated in the middle of the room and I just started sucking on his dick. He was motioning guys to come and fuck me and he made sure I got fucked by another 6 or 7 guys, with 4 more loads. Going back there in 2 weeks!

This country is taking a GIANT leap backwards. I feel like we are living in the 50's again with a minority of people shoving their narrow minded beliefs down our throats. Not just BZ but women's rights, gay rights etc. We need to vote and make sure those that share our ideas/freedoms are in charge.

Chapter 22 There was only two more guys that hadn’t taken the Kid’s ass yet and they were sitting on a couch waiting their turn. The was going to be the Kid’s last fuck of the Night but the Neighbor hadn’t gotten of yet either. The Neighbor walked into the room where the Kid was laying and he waked over and offered his cock to the Kid’s mouth. He asked the Kid is he was thirsty an the Kid panted a weak “ Yes, parched “. He put his cock in the Kid’s mouth and let a little pee slip out to see how the Kid did. He drank it greedily. Unfortunately, that was all the Neighbor had to offer. The Kid started nursing on the guys cock. He pulled back, he wanted to save it for a bit. He let the Kid up and gave him a fresh bottle of Gatorade to drink. The Kid guzzled it down quickly. Thereas a small amount of G in it but he wasn’t sure if it would have any effect on the Kid as high as he was. He walked the Kid up and the two guys moved apart so the Kid could sit between them. The started making out and it was a very hot scene. One of the guys pulled the Kid over and pushed his head down. Until then, with the brain fog the Kid had, he hadn’t noticed that both these guys had thick eight-inch cocks that were rock hard. The Kid thought he would be sucking one while the other fucked him, He welcomed this after the stretching that monster had given him. One of the guys walked over to a narrow bench and laid down on it. his cock was pointing straight up. The Kid walked over and started sucking the guy’s cock. The Neighbor walked up behind the Kid and started fingering him, he felt the Kid’s hole. Even though he had several hours of fucking and stretching his hole was staring to close. He could still open it easily enough but he knew it would be great for the next part or his training. The Neighbor stood the Kid up and helped him straddle the guy and sit on his cock. The cock slid deep whit no real problem thanks to the earlier usage the Kid endured. The Kid was slowly lifted up and then back down. On one of the down strokes the Neighbor pushed down on the Kid’s shoulders, this made the Kid fall down on the pole up his ass. The Kid made a high pitch squeal sound. The then bent the Kid over on the Guy. The Guy wrapped his arms around the Kid and Kissed him, the guy was slowly moving his cock in the Kid’s ass. The Kid stared rocking with the Guy’s movements and the Guy told the Kid to hold still. The Kid felt fingers working around the cock that was n his ass. Then he felt something else there, he suddenly realized the other guy that he was sucking was about to work his cock in his ass with the other one. At the same time “ The Kid stared to say “ NO, I can’t take this “ , but it was to late. The guy was already pushing up the Kid’s ass. There was a blinding pain at first and tears were streaming down the Kid’s face. He knew that his ass had to be getting ripped open. The Kid’s mouth was open, but nothing was coming out. Half the guys cock was already in the Kid’s ass with the other cock. The guy pulled out a little and then pushed back in. The Guy mentioned that he needed a little more lube. The Neighbor pulled the Bowel over that was under the Kid. It had a nasty mix of cum, piss and chems. He poured a little down the Kid’s ass and it ran down his crack. The Guy on top pulled out farther then started working back in, taking some of the nasty mix with his cock. Both guys started moving in and out of the Kid’s ass. Sometimes all in at once and other one in and one out. Either way the pain was gone and the Kid was in heaven. The guys were pumpkin and the Neighbor walked to the Kid’s head and pushed his cock into the Kid’s mouth. He noticed the Bio-hazard tattoo on the Guy’s chest and he had noticed that the guy on top had a scorpion tattoo on his butt cheek with the stinger pointing to the Guys’ crack. The Kid stared sucking on the Neighbor’s cock. He was pushing his cock in the Kid’s mouth to the base. It made the Kid choke but at that point he didn’t care. He felt something underneath him and then realized that the Guy that was on his back was licking his hanging nut sack. With this stimulation it didn’t take long for the Neighbor the cum. He flooded the Kid’s mouth with his cum. He pulled out of the Kid’s mouth and saw the Kid Turn and Give the guy under him an open mouth Kiss. There were sharing the cum. If the Neighbor hadn’t just cum, he probably would have gotten hard. He went over to get the last of the Kid’s ‘ Gifts ‘ ready while the two guy went to work wrecking what was left of the Kid’s asshole. The guy on the Top said he was about to cum, the guy on the bottom said he knew that because he got harder and grew. He also said that he had been holding off until his buggy was ready. The Bother rammed up the Kid’s ass at the same time and shot their toxic loads in the Kid’s torn and loose ass. They were deep enough that not much of the Cum would come out and in a few minutes none would be able to drip out. They pulled from the Kid’s gaping ass. The Kid started to stand up and the Neighbor grabbed him and said he had a parting gift for him. He bent the Kid over a padded bench. The Kid’s ass was pointing up. The Neighbor had put the contents from the Bowel that was under the Kid into an injector. It was probably meant as an enema device but it would work for this. He put the injector into the Kis’ as and noticed it wasn’t very tight. One of the guy’s that had just seeded the Kid pushed the Kid’s ass cheeks together. The Neighbor injected the contents into the bowels of the Kid. The Kid Jerked at the cool intrusion but in that position there wasn’t anything he could do. When all the nasty mix was in the Kid, the Neighbor pulled out the injector and pushed a fat butt plug into the Kid. He delivered a stinging slap to the Kid’s cheeks. The slap made the Kid’s involuntary actions to clamp down on the stem of the plug. He told the Kid to get dressed and head home. It was already very light and the neighbor needed to get to work in a couple hours. The Kid got dressed, it was a bit difficult because when he bent over he thought the plug was going to come out. When he walked up the steps he noticed a slight burning in his butt around the plug but figured it was from the work out he had. It was uncomfortable walking back to his flat. The steps seemed to be the most difficult, he knew as soon as he got home he was going to the bathroom to pull this devil out of his ass. The burning was more intense, and his stomach was cramping. When the Kid got back to his place he walked in the door and found an envelope under the door. On it was written ‘ I know what you did ‘ . It was the same handwriting that was on the note in his office.

**This is Fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 4 - Sam's employment benefit At exactly 5pm on Sunday, Sam rang George's doorbell. George answered the door wearing only red worn jockstraps. George ushered Sam in and immediately began to undress Sam. George said they need to get Sam ready before the men arrive. Soon Sam was completely naked in front of George. George led Sam into the bathroom and said he wanted to make sure Sam was completely clean inside, even though Sam had already cleaned himself. George handled Sam's hole with a bit of roughness. Sometimes Sam felt like George's claws were purposely scratching Sam from the inside. Finally George dried Sam off and handed Sam the white Jockstraps. Chubby Sam looked awesome in them. Straps to make more big Sam's fat ass. George led Sam into a large living room with a black leather sling in the middle. Sling was surrounded by black leather couches. George helped Sam climb into the sling and began to secure Sam's arms and legs. At that point, Sami started to realize that he might be the only bottom in this private event. George confirmed Sam's suspicions. Yes, Sam is the only bottom, so it is certain that Sam alone gets the attention of all the tops. Sam thought to himself that then it also means that if there's a poz top in the crowd, he'll probably seed Sam too. Sam was secured in a sling. Georg dug out the blindfolds from somewhere. "In my private events, bottom is always blindfolded. You get much more pleasure when you can't see who's fucking you. Blindfolded and strapped to a sling, you're completely at the mercy of unknown men," continued George, covering Sam's eyes. Sam lay in the sling unable to see anything for about 10 minutes. Until the doorbell rings. Sam heard George open the door and greet the visitors. The sounds of undressing could be heard from the hall. The doorbell rang again and Sam heard more new male voices. After a moment, Sam heard footsteps approaching him. "Beautiful", "Hot", "Nice", "Lovely ass", "So young"... "Yes Sam is my employee and he's only 24" he heard George say. "Are you sure he's not medicated," he heard a strange voice ask. "Yes I am. He's also always used protection for sex up until now. This is his first time raw," Sam heard George say proudly. "Ooh, what a young slut", "greedy bastard", "chaser", "let's do it"… Sam felt the men touch him. He realized he hadn't asked George how many tops were coming. Sam tried to count the different voices, but got confused. Soon Sam felt a hot cock in his asshole starting to push into him. The cock felt huge and almost ripped him apart. "Yeah, give it to him", "let him in", "Take it", "Yeah, fuck it", "convert him"... The fucking went on for hours. The men fucked him for a while and then pulled away. The next cock pushed in as soon as one left. Every now and then someone picked up the pace and emptied their seed roaring into Sam's unprotected ass. "Take my gift", "beed him"... Eventually, Sam lost track of time and place. The fucking had continued for many hours and countless loads had been emptied inside him. Sam's ass was sore. Sam's legs were numb when George finally came to untie Sam and remove the blindfolds. George helped Sam out of the sling and onto the couch. Sam's eyes slowly adjusted to the light and he saw the men sitting on the sofas. Everyone was between 40 and 70 years old and there were 10 men and George. George said that Sam had a total of 23 loads in his ass. The men cheered. Sam noticed that the man sitting next to him had a Scorpion tattoo on his hip, the next one had a biodangerous sign on his chest. Sam's gaze wandered around the men and he began to realize that they were all apparently positive. This wasn't roulette. Every draw was a winning draw. George noticed Sam's confused look. "Yes they are all poz and not medicated. It's impossible to work with you if you're walking around swinging your big horny ass. I wanted to make sure you don't have to chase anymore. And you can focus on doing your work," said George.

I was being fucked mindlessly, with deep thrusts in and out of my hole, making sloppy noises from the cum filling my guts and leaking out. The dick was feeling thicker than most of the dicks I had taken earlier that day, and despite my ass being looser than usual because of all the previous fucking, I could definitely feel every thrust. “Good little whore” and other encouraging words were being whispered in my ear as the cum was being churned deeper into my ass. My hole was aching, it was burning, probably from getting fucked for hours without lube I thought. I was feeling a bit uncomfortable, I started squirming around, trying to move my ass away from that dick, but my hands were still held firmly above my head and the body on top of me prevented me from escaping. “Nope, you’re not going anywhere, my dick will stay in your hole” I heard. “I feel weird, it burns” I finally managed to say. “It will feel great quickly boy, I just pushed a little something extra into your hole with my dick”. He was right, and after just a few seconds after he said that, I felt another rush of heat, a different one I had felt so far. I was so wet from sweat it was feeling like I had just gotten out of the shower. I probably showed a smirk as I heard “There, see.” while he was slowly fucking me. The pace picked up. “Now with serious things.”

Chapter 20 There was still a thumping over by the Kid while a guy was trying to see how much of his cock he could get in the Kid. He was only average so he could not get the Kid to respond like he had hoped. In fact the Kid had cocks much bigger in him so an average cock, while it felt good, would not make the Kid scream. The Neighbor looked over to the Kid. He wasn’t sure how many guys had taken their pleasure in his ass. He saw one guy sucking and pumping the Kids erect cock, the Kid was whimpering, he needed to get off but try as he might, he couldn’t get off. Most of this as due to the drugs that were injected into his cock earlier, that plus the generous amount of Tina was given would keep him on the edge for some time. It would also make sure he had an erection which would add to the frustration. He though to himself that when his cute little girlfriend gets back he will be wanting to do her all week long, he only hopped that she would be up to the task. The Neighbor went into the room and asked the Kid if he was having fun. The Kid said “ Oh yes. I have needed this for a while “. The Neighbor opened his pants and let then drop and started stroking his cock in front of the Kid. He asked the Kid if he had an idea as to where he could put this and the Kid said to bring it over to him. He put his cock on the Kid’s mouth and he immediately started licking the underside of the shaft. The Neighbor was enjoying this when the Kid stopped and his eyes opened up and the Kid said “ That burns, it is to big. I think I an being ripped in two “. The Neighbor walked over to the door to see an old friend. It was a cop friend that had a massive cock. One that most women he knew that would run screaming from it when they saw the size of it. He didn’t know that after the Vid of the Kid in the park was over this was the massive cock that that about destroyed the Kid’s pussy and that he actually got balls deep in him. It wasn’t that the cock was long, it was that the thickness was something that no one could handle, the only reward a victim would get was the huge loads that were shot from this cock. The Cop said “ I know this cunt, I was in him at the park a while ago, he took me to the root like a real slut “. He was steadily working his cock into the Kid. The Nighbor made sure that the cameras were on and recording the action. He had a couple cameras over the Kid’s spread legs but he also had on that was right over the Kid’s head so he could record the facial expressions. He knew that when he was done mixing the vids he was going to have an epic Vid that he might be able to make some money on, guys would love to see the Kid’s facial expression and that monster split open his hole. The Look of surprise and pain mixed was going to be great. Later when he looked at the Vids he would also see that someone pushed a couple shards up the Kid’s ass right before the Cop was going to wreck the Kid’s ass. The Cop started pushing in and out of the Kid’s ass. He was only getting about half of his cock in the Kid’s now stretched spun hole but the Cop would change that soon enough. The Neighbor looked around and noticed other guys either getting sucked or sucking cocks, or, one guy was bent over a table and was getting his ass plowed. There was a thick cloud hanging in the air. You almost didn’t need to hit a pipe to get some in your lungs, it was that thick in spots. It was defiantly a good party. Everyone was going to be feeling this tomorrow. He looked over that the Kid and the Cop had all but the thick root lodged in the Kid. The Kid was moaning more than he had heard before an the Cop pulled back and then grabbed the raised legs of the Kid and shoved forward. His cock wend balls deep n the Kid and you could her the Kid whining like a littler girl. His ass was now stuffed to the brink. The Cop started pumping in and out of the Kid’s ass. He was moving side to side to try and stretch the hole a bit more and at the same time to hear the Kid moan more. The Kid’s voice had changed to a high pitch with all the excitement. He truly sounded like a girl now. The Neighbor knew it was getting late an the Sun would be coming up soon and he would have to call it quits but the Kid had one more surprise before the end of the night.

I didn’t know how long I had been there for. I had lost count of the number of guys who had fucked and bred me. It might have been a lot or maybe just a few. I was exhausted, I was still sweating profusely, feeling hot as fuck. The sheet covering the mattress was drenched in sweat and cum. A bottle of poppers which had not been closed tightly enough was soaking the pillow, diffusing the strong scent across the small room. The place was reeking of man sweat, and I finally noticed the smell was coming from me. My ass had been empty for maybe a few minutes and I thought it was over. I was still blindfolded and couldn’t see if my room was empty or not. My senses were all messed up. My mouth was dry. I needed some air and water. I moved to get up with difficulty, but I was immediately pushed back down by a firm hand on my chest. “I’m not done with you, boy. It’s my turn” a deep voice said. I was out of breath, with my head buzzing, and couldn’t even form a sentence to answer. “I gave your ass to all those guys, you don’t think I deserve a go?”. “Yes” I managed to say. Fingers were inside my hole. “Look at this, you’re dripping cum” as cummy fingers were being pushed into my mouth. “Lick” I was ordered. As I was obeying, I felt a dick entering my ass again. “So good! No need for lube, sliding right in”. I could feel a breath in my neck, some chest fur rubbing on my body. I was feeling a heavy body weighing on mine, fit but not muscular. My hands were held firmly above my head by a strong grip. The breathing was now close to my ear. “I loved watching you taking loads after loads, like the good slut you are” was whispered in my ear. “I love stupid boys like you. You took whatever I gave you, you took all the loads I told you to take, no questions”. “Now you’ll have to face the consequences.”

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 lived next to a mall. I started sucking cocks around the time i I started to jerkoff. Once I found out that guys cruised the bathrooms at the mall. I would cruise from bathroom to bathroom every day right after school. I would wait for the middle stall to open up and suck off every cock that came under the stall. Sitting in the middle stall you always had some cocks to suck. Once you finish the guy in the left stall the guy in the right stall was next. There was always a line of guys waiting for a stall to open. I would suck off at lease 10 cocks every day. Once I got my driving license i would also suck off the cocks at the local parks. By the time I got to high school I have already sucked off hundreds of cocks. By the time I graduated im sure it was a thousand.

Hospice Worker Today was my first day on the job as an AIDS Hospice worker. My agency provides in-home services and proudly specializes in what they term “loving care.” I had received hours and hours of training, but this was to be my very first case. I was 2 minutes late when I rang the doorbell. A tall, fair-haired man opened the door. He had a pleasant face but at that moment, he looked tired and rather stressed out. He stepped back and beckoned me to enter. “Hi! I’m Bill. You’re here to see Martin, right?” I replied, “Yes! Hi…I’m Joey…from the agency!” “Well…thank God that you’re here!” he said. “He’s been asking for you!” “I’m not sure how much longer he’s going to last,” Bill said as he walked me up the stairs to the master bedroom, which had been converted into a sort of hospital room. “I know that he’s excited to be seeing you! He’s been saying that there’s something that he wants to give you before he goes.” I didn’t know what he was referring to, but…looking back…would it have made any difference? I was trained to see to any and all needs that my client had, right to the very end. Bill tapped on the bedroom door and opened it gently. “Martin? Are you awake? Joey’s here to see you!” After entering, I saw Martin lying on the hospital bed. Although now he was emaciated by the disease, at one time he must have been a rather fit and good-looking man. He had a ready smile and I could still see a passionate fire smoldering in his eyes! He said, “You must be Joey! I’m SO GLAD to finally meet you…SO GLAD that we can spend some time together!” He turned to Bill, “Could you bring Joey a cup of tea?” Tea is not really my thing, but like I said, I’m here to serve. When Bill returned with a cup and saucer, I murmured my thanks! Bill nodded and said, “Well…I’ll leave you two alone. I’ll check back in a bit!” There were no chairs in the room. Martin patted the spot next to him on the mattress, “Here! Come sit on the edge of the bed next to me. We can get to know each other.” I sat down, holding the tea saucer on my lap. We chatted about this and that. Even though this was our first encounter, he seemed exceedingly pleased to have me there. His cheeks had a feverish flush and his eyes burned brightly. “So…how’s your tea? Earl Grey, is it?” he inquired. I politely took a sip and said, “I’m not sure…but it tastes good!” Out of the blue, he asked me about my HIV status. When I informed him that I was HIV-Negative, his face lit up with an amazing smile. It was like the sun suddenly coming out from behind the clouds. “I, on the other hand,” he said, “have an incredibly high viral level! I bet that I’d convert you…I mean, someone like you…in no time at all! It makes me horny, just thinking about it!” His hand found its way onto my thigh. As we continued talking, he left it there. It didn’t really bother me, so I said nothing. Soon, however, his fingers began to trace lazy circles, almost as if he was trying to seduce me. In the interests of propriety, I tried shifting my leg a little but his remained perched where it was. He kept telling me to finish my tea, so before long, the cup was empty. I started to feel unusually tired. Martin asked, “Are you OK?” I answered, “Yeah…it’s just that all of a sudden I really feel like going to sleep.” Martin’s response was, “That’s just the knock-out drops kicking in. Don’t worry! They only last a few minutes. Here now…just relax! You’ll be alright!” I heard him call out, “Bill!” and vaguely heard the bedroom door open. As if from a distance, I heard Bill’s voice say, “I’ll get his things off!” Hands tugged at my clothes and then, at some point, I was aware of being naked. Bill’s voice came again. “Here you go! Up on the bed with you!” After that, I must have drifted off. At some point, my eyes popped open. I could feel what must be a large stiff cock, inching its way up inside me. Where was I? Someone’s fingers were playing weakly with my nipples. I became aware of someone’s hot labored breath on the back of my neck. I managed to speak. “Martin? Is that YOU?” A voice said, “Relax! I told you that you’d be alright! It’s just me! I wasn’t sure you’d want me making love to you…you know…you being NEGATIVE…and with my AIDS and all. This will be my last time and I wanted it to be with someone special like you. I hope you won’t hold this against me for doing this.” Once I was past the initial shock of my situation, I was able to put things into perspective. Martin had needs. Needs that only I could fulfill for him. Wasn’t that part of my job, after all? Martin, along with so many others, was entitled to the same joys and physical pleasures as the rest of us. I felt as if were my duty to open myself to him and provide what comfort I could. His hips started moving, pumping his organ in and out of my hole. God, it felt so good! His hands continued to paw at my chest as my back arched with delight. In his weakened state, he didn’t last very long. “Joey!” he cried. “Take my SEED! I’m passing my virus on to YOU! Treasure it! Keep it safe within you and let it flourish and grow. Let my DNA join with yours! That way…I’ll live on inside of YOU!” His body started to spasm. His hips slammed into me 3…4…5 times…and then held against me as the last of his toxic sperm drained into me. “Don’t move! he whispered imploringly! “Let my seed find a place to latch on to your innards and begin to multiply! It’s my GIFT to YOU!” It was the least I could do to remain there with him still inside me, his last diseased load beginning its assault on my immune system. A few minutes later, Martin passed away, a contented smile on his face. Bill re-entered the bedroom and helped me disengage myself. He handed me something and said, “Martin was hoping that you would use this!” It was a butt plug. “He wanted you to give his bug the best chance to spread throughout your body!” That made perfect sense. I won’t clean out tonight. I’ll keep his gift inside me & cherish it as a way to honor Martin and keep some part of him alive inside me. All I know is that, from now on, I’ll let our clients know that I’ll willingly offer my body as an incubator for their their viral seed.

Thinking about giving "Need to Breed" a try at Bunker Bar London on Saturday. Anyone know if these meets are any good? If they are, I'll start saving up so I'll have plenty of cum to donate to needy holes.

Glory Holes have been around as long as there have been men's rooms. But what's their true purpose? Obviously for Cocks to get sucked off by men that crave it. But, there's another, deeper function too. When there's a public room (i.e. men's rest room), with one or more glory holes carved into the partitions, it focuses all the attention on only one thing: Lust. The need to suck a Cock off, feel the rush when it pumps Sperm down the throat or up the gut. Glory holes are seldom bigger than they need to be to get the Cock/balls through and mate with a hungry mouth or hole. This fact actually reduces our concentration to the lowest common denominator. If you happen to like beefy guys, and the Cock on the other side of the partition is so skinny he could walk through a harp, you won't know or care. The only important thing is the hard Cock staring back at you through the gh. If you like skinny guys, and the guy on the other side is beefy, you won't see or care. All you care is there's a man that needs to sate his Lust, just as you need to sate yours. Whether the Cock pumps sperm down your throat or up your Hole, the important thing - boiled down to it's lowest common denominator - is hard raw Cock mating with hungry raw Hole. There are no other considerations available. Of course, in a bar/"bookstore"/whatever known for raw pigsex, men will cruise each other and head to the john to complete the act of mating with each other(s). But in general, glory holes serve a magnificent purpose by filtering out all the unnecessary distractions, allowing us to focus on only our Lust, the need to mate with our brothers, the craving to pitch or catch sperm. Maybe you finish and see the guy as he leaves, and think to yourself "oh fuck - did I actually suck that mess off?" Or, "oh fuck - that guy is hotttt - I want/need more" and go get his contact information. In either case, the act of mating with your brothers has taken place, as it will again and again and again. Glory Holes serve a crucially important function: it's all about lust - all about mating. It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm. Whether at a group breeding orgy, a glory hole, in an alley, at your place or his, wherever. It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm.

So hot story! Thanks. I have read this story to my 80+ top friend and he loved it. Got us to play hot. I have slept over a few times and I would wake him to me sucking or "my favorite " as im sleeping and spooning he greases up his cock alot and slips it in me so slowly i dont wake up. Eventual he gets it in deep and just leaves it there not moving for awhile i guess. I wake to him pumping or he reaches over to play with my cock. So love to wake like that!

I need to try this one!

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As we all slowly get older, it’s gotten more and more difficult for me to pick up cock in places like saunas. Traveling around the world, some sites have been gold mines, others not so. My last proper breeding (and also the most loads I’ve ever taken at once) was in a place that always works for me. There is a small city, actually a university town, in the middle to north of Germany that I have to frequently visit on business. The first time I was there I updated my profile on Romeo (previous gayromeo) to state that I was staying in a hotel, and I was looking for guys to use my hole and pound me silly. Turns out that most o the older guys there all know each other, and next thing you know I’ve got 3 guys in my hotel room, all drinking beers and getting to know me. Eventually I get down on my knees and start pulling cocks out of trousers. One is an average 6”, but with a lovely shape. One is about the same length, but much thicker with a huge mushroom head. The final cock is a decent 8” with a lovely upward curve. I was in a red jock strap and eventually, after bringing all the assorted cocks to life, it was time for me to get on the bed with my arse up and face down. One of them starts rimming me, getting my hole ready. I feel him spreading lube over my hole before he starts slipping first 1, then 2 and finally 3 fingers inside me. Then I heard the opening of the condom packet. We’d all had the sti discussion online, but they had asked for condoms. I’d organized some from the local sex shop when I’d bought my poppers, but using a very sharp needle, all of them had been sabotaged. The first guy with the average cock is overly keen as he started slow at first, but soon was really hammering away. At some point he paused and I’m guessing that this is when he noticed the condom had broken. A moments hesitation later he then doubled his pace and was ramming it home. Suddenly I felt the tell tale shudder and he slammed it in as deep as he could. Then he slowly pulled it out before saying in German (oh shit, the condom broke). Knowing that I’d had a deep clean out, it would have been rude not to turn around and inspect it myself, and as he held it up to show everyone in the room, I took his cock in my mouth and cleaned the cum off of it whilst looking into his eyes. This seemed to set something off, and the next guy (mushroom head) put his beer down and started to walk towards me. He turned me around and sank his tongue into my arse, slurping up his friends cum. He then stood up, placed another condom on his cock and eased into me. This guy was much thicker, and he was hitting my prostate with every stroke. This time I have no idea when the condom broke, as he didn’t hesitate once. Lo and behold, after about 15 minutes of non-stop pounding he announced that he was about to shoot his load into me. This one I felt, despite the overstimulation my prostate had received, I actually felt everything just get wetter and he flooded my guts. Again the condom is removed and observations are made that his too had broken. I said that I’d gotten them all at the same time in the sex shop, and that it might be a bad batch. Then I took his cock in my mouth too, savouring the taste of cum. The third guy more or less assumed what I had done, as he winked at me whilst I was sucking the other cock. He stood up and remarked that if that was the case it was good that we were all tested, and that he wasn’t missing the chance to blow in me like his friends had. Back in doggy again, his dick despite being the biggest one so far was slipped into me using only cum as lube. After the hammering I’d already taken meant that I was soon squirting from my own cock, as the prostate orgasms just kept rolling over me. Eventually he blew his load in me, and once again I was cleaning his cock. After that we all opened another beer and just started chatting for about an hour or so. After that we started again, but this time nobody reached for a rubber at all. Hopefully going back there soon 🙂

keep fucking that little slut. its hot, legal and fully ethical.

Yea that would be hot ,sucking on your own dads cock. Then getting to swallow his cum.

Coming a bit faster than expected, what was supposed to be the first few paragraphs became the whole of part 3. It's basically an expansion of the second part and lays the ground better for what's coming. Buckle up, things are barely getting started for Rick and his boy. Part 3 – A sign of Things To cum After the fact, Daddy told me that my conversion session lasted three whole days. He fed me so many kinds of drugs to keep me high, horny and awake that by the end my brain was completely fried and I have no memory of the last 24 hours. Daddy had his dick in my ass pretty much the whole time and only stopped because he was too sore to carry on; there was blood and cum all over his cock and oozing out my ass, he also told me it was the longest and most intense fucking session he ever had. During this epic session, Daddy would never stop telling me how happy he finally found me. He kept calling me his greatest achievement and a dream come true. Corrupting and converting a straight boy like me was his lifelong dream and he finally had a slave he could mold exactly to his image. When we finally both collapsed from complete exhaustion, Daddy injected me some tranquilizer to help me go to sleep for a long while to make sure I could get a full rest without experiencing a crash from the chems withdrawal. “This will help you sleep soundly. I’ll see you again in a couple days when you wake up, and by then you’ll be just like new. In more ways than one,” he said while pushing on the syringe. It was true. I was now a completely new person. The straight old me was definitely dead and gone and a poz chem slut had taken his place. But it wasn’t all that simple. When I finally woke up, I didn’t know how much time had passed. I was completely naked. I was in a place I didn’t recognize either. It was a different room than mine. I was on a bed covered in black rubber sheeting. The walls were black and there were no windows. It looked something like a fetishist’s dungeon, but almost empty. An awful feeling crept over me. Was this all a dream? Did it really happen? Did I accept to become a gay slave and be fed all kinds of dangerous drugs and let Rick fuck my ass relentlessly? Oh my god, was I HIV positive now? What have I done?! I was starting to panic when the door opened, and Rick came in. “Hey son, calm down, it’s alright. Daddy’s here. Don’t worry, everything is under control.” “What did you do to me?” The drugs had worn off and I was sober. The reality of my situation was hitting me hard, and I had a hard time accepting I had surrendered so quickly and easily to my recent fantasies. “I told you, son. I have shown you your true nature. What you are experiencing right now is completely normal. This is a very big change you just went through, and your mind is trying to make sense of what happened. Don’t worry I have just the thing to make you feel better.” He sat down next to me and passed an arm around my shoulders. I thought he was trying to comfort me, and in a way that’s what he did, but he mostly was holding me in place. With his other hand, he stuck some black rubber respirator mask in my face and held it tight. I tried to protest and get away, but Daddy was stronger than me and I couldn’t move. “It’s alright, son. Calm down and breathe slowly. That’s it, deep breaths. Slow and steady.” At first, I didn’t want to be drugged again but I didn’t have a choice either and I had to breathe so I did as I was told. I inhaled whatever Daddy was giving me and. It smelled like very strong medicine, but with a sweet cinnamon hint. I instantly felt different, relaxed and mellow, but there was also a strong tingling building up in my groin. “I told you I was going to keep you high on drugs all the time and never let you regret your choice, right? Well, there it is. Keep breathing, son. I’m sorry I thought you’d sleep a little bit longer and you woke up before I could dose you again. Now try to focus on what you remember from before you passed out. How much pleasure you felt. How horny you were. My huge poz cock in your ass. How you begged me to slam you over and over again. How you couldn’t get enough of my seed.” Daddy removed the mask from my face, stood up, removed his shirt and faced me. “Remember this,” he said as he pointed to his biohazard tattoo. “You kept telling me how beautiful you thought it was and how you couldn’t wait to get one.” It was all coming back to me at once and all my fears were washed away as soon as I saw the tattoo. It looked glorious. Daddy was right, I was fascinated by it and wanted one on myself. “And you will have yours, don’t worry about that. As soon as you are confirmed poz, which is only a matter of time, I will have one of my friends come here and put some ink on you. You’ll get one just like this one, and a few others I have in mind. It’s gonna be a nice surprise, you’ll see. In the meantime, why don’t you suck on this one for a little bit.” I already had my mouth open when Daddy said that while moving forward to meet me. I started sucking and licking his nipple once again and worshipped his large, bold biohazard tattoo. I was obsessed with it and got extremely horny having it in right in my face. And just like that, the last remnants of doubt or regret went away. Even though there were a few moments after that when I wasn’t chemmed up in my life with Daddy, I never regretted it once again. I was barely high from whatever was in that mask, but I was completely set on my new life as a chem slave. I already wanted to feel like I did before I blacked out from our epic session. I was getting extremely excited worshipping my Master’s tattoo and started moaning like crazy. Daddy put his hand behind my head and pressed on it, forcing me to suck harder on his nipple, which made him grunt with his deep voice. “That’s it boy, worship the tattoo. Worship the virus. Can you feel it flowing in your veins? It’s slowly taking place in your system, infecting your cells, wrecking your DNA. It’s altering you as we speak, making you into a different person. A poz slut. But you’re not completely poz yet. It takes time. We probably have a few weeks before you begin experiencing the fuck flu. You’ll get a nice fever, you’ll feel like complete shit for a few days, and by the end of it you will finally have completed your conversion. In the meantime, I have lots of plans for you. You’re going to learn what it means to be my slave. Okay now, enough with the nipples, you have to suck on something bigger while I explain a few things to you.” Daddy then pushed me back and unzipped his pants, whipping out his magnificent poz cock, already rock hard and oozing precum, right in my face. I didn’t need more directions and started sucking it hungrily, swallowing as much poz juice as I could while listening to what Daddy was saying. I don’t know what I inhaled in the rubber mask was, but it was making me hornier and hornier even minutes after I stopped taking it. The poz talk was music to my ears. I was no longer horrified by the disease; I was craving it. I wanted more HIV, more virus. My Daddy’s poz cum was so tasty I was convinced the virus was giving it an additional flavor. I felt like it was burning my mouth and my throat. And I wanted more. I wanted to be fucked by several poz men. I wanted the most toxic cocks available to line up and fuck my ass and fill it up to the brim. I wanted to overflow with deadlier and deadlier strains. I wanted to give birth to the most toxic version of the virus possible and then gift it to the world. And while these feelings were drowning my thoughts, Daddy kept talking to me. “Now is the time to tell you a bit more about me, son. I’m now 54 years old. I’ve stopped working about 3 years ago because I had made so much money selling patents that I never have to worry about money ever again. You see, I’m both an anesthesiologist and a chemical engineer. I’ve always been interested in drugs of all kinds and enjoy getting people high, either through legal or illegal ways. I started as an anesthesiologist about 25 years ago and wanted to improve what we used so I designed new compounds that are now widely used in the field. I’ll keep receiving very large royalties for decades. I also still act as consultant for several big pharmaceutical companies even to this day, when I feel like it. But my true joy is to really get people fucked up and abuse them in various ways. And this is exactly what I plan on doing with you. I have built a whole complex in the basement of my house, a sex dungeon if you want to call it that way, where we are right now. This is your new room for the foreseeable future. I never showed it to you since you’ve been living here. Nobody knows it exists except a few trusted friends. Nobody can find you here, it’s like you don’t exist anymore. And you’ll probably never get out of here again. There is everything you and I need here. It’s now your whole universe and you will experience so many great things here. But for now, I haven’t fucked you in three days and I must keep you charged up to further your infection so let’s get on with it. Stop sucking me and get on all fours, facing the wall, NOW.” I regretfully let go of Daddy’s delicious dick and did as I was told. I was expecting to be fucked right away but instead I could feel something wet and warm touching my hole. It felt amazing and I started moaning loudly. Daddy handed me a brown bottle. “Take these poppers and inhale continuously, or until I tell you to stop.” I opened the bottle and started sniffing heavily while Daddy was eating my ass. After three hits I was already flying and could feel Daddy’s tongue go further and further into my hole. After a while he was basically tongue-fucking me and I was screaming in delight. “Don’t stop hitting that bottle you fucking faggot.” I was having trouble keeping my hands steady and spilled some on the bed. Then I could feel some fingers in my ass stretching and opening me up. I kept inhaling and I could see my fingertips turning blue when Daddy told me to stop and put the lid back on the bottle. Then I felt something cold in my ass and knew I was getting some T-laced lube, just like my first time with Daddy. The burning sensation soon followed and Daddy didn’t wait any longer to ram his huge toxic cum inside me. I came instantly and felt like my own cum was being pushed out of my balls by Daddy’s cock. He started fucking me very fast and with each push more cum would come out of me. “Oh yeah, you’re still so tight and warm boy, such a perfect little hole. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of fucking you, son.” I was so happy to hear how Daddy liked my ass. I was incredibly proud of being his son. The Tina he pushed in my ass was starting to get to me and I could feel the heat all over my body and I craved even more dick and poz cum. I wanted it all. I felt so good I started crying. “You ok boy?” “I... I love you so much Daddy. I love your toxic poz dick so much, I love it fucking my ass. Please breed me again Daddy. Please give me more drugs and make me into your personal guinea pig. Get me high and fucked up, give me more toxic seed so I can grow my own poz babies, give me your gift and make me more pregnant. I love you so much and what you do to me, please never stop abusing me, it’s sooo good...” “I know son. It turns you on, doesn’t it? The poz talk, the chems, all these dirty and horrible things I did and plan on doing to you? That’s why you were born. That’s where you belong. Soon I’ll breed you again and then I’ll put you to sleep and make you experience things you have never heard about. You will see, I have so many surprises for you. I will have complete control over you and remove any possibility of free will that remains. You’ll be turned into an object, a fuck toy, an HIV incubator, a public attraction, a freak. And you will love every second of it.” “Yes, please Daddy!” “Now take my load, you fucking bitch!” And then Daddy pushed violently against my ass with his hips, buried himself deep and shot a load so big I felt it filling my guts. His toxic cum was hot in my bowels and I could feel it burning my insides. I was picturing millions of viruses running through my ass, entering my walls and invading my bloodstream, joining the growing population of viruses slowly infecting my body, and I welcomed them all with open arms. “Thank you, Daddy!” Daddy pulled out, leaving an awful void in my ass. It felt cold and empty instantly and I cried out in despair. Daddy pushed me down, turned me over and shoved the rubber mask back in my face. “Inhale, deep breathes.” I instantly felt calmer and numb. After a few seconds, Daddy removed the mask and produced a syringe. I thought he was about to slam me but then Daddy said: “Now I’m putting you back to sleep. I still have some preparations to do for the next phase of your journey. When you wake up, you will enter a new reality. I’m about to send you on a one-way trip to Wonderland.” Daddy had a huge grin on his face as he inserted the needle in my arm and quickly pushed on the plunger. I felt a cold wave spreading in my arm and I immediately felt heavier. Darkness overtook my vision and the last thing I saw was my Daddy’s magnificent biohazard tattoo, a sign of things to come, I hoped...

Chapter 5 "You're still safe from this morning's PEP." Those fabulous words sounded like a 'get out of jail free card' in my ears. Not only could I 'pass go', I could collect loads 'til my hungry ass was content. At least for the rest of the day. On the front steps of the clinic I pulled off my t-shirt and began to jog away from my home. For the moment forgetting I could be converting from the potentially poz silver fox I felt exhilarated and free to embrace this day like no day before. I'd start by striking out in an entirely new direction. I'd read about guys hooking up in adult book stores and had a vague recollection of seeing one on the east side of our city. I jogged in the mid-day sun and smiled to recall my speedy journey from virginity to a young man who'd collected at least a dozen loads of cum in my ass over the last couple days. All from total strangers, a far cry from the romantic notions I had been socialized to expect. No, this wild ride felt entirely appropriate to my gay senses. Sex with anonymous men felt like the only way it could have gone. The only way I wanted at least for now. Instead of spreading my wings I was more than ready to spread my ass cheeks. At least for the rest of the day as the PEP worked in my system. This was the freedom Prep would give me every day I thought triumphantly. Hot and sweaty I arrived at the strip mall with the adult book store. Right next door was a Pub with a large outdoor patio. As I moved to pull on my shirt the tall handsome waiter invited me to take a seat in the sun and encouraged me to leave the shirt off. "You'll be good for business"; he teased good heartedly. I decided to order their daily special. A plate of nachos and a pitcher of beer. Perfect for my celebrative mood. I noshed and sipped away watching mostly older men coming and going from the book store. I clearly was the eye candy distracting their eyes from their destination. I began to worry just a little about my tenting shorts. By the third glass of beer I caught the waiter's eye. Mouthing 'I gotta piss' I lifted my shirt in his direction. He pointed inside and shook his head granting permission to not bother putting it on. I was enjoying the long steady flow through my semi hardon when I felt the presence of a guy at each of my bare shoulders. My waiter whispered in my ear as the bar tender took a firm grasp of my pissing cock. "We locked the door, don't worry. But we gotta make this quick." My shorts were already around my ankles and soon the bar tender's raw six inches was pounding my ass. I was sucking on the waiter's substantial seven inches. True to their word both had loaded my ass within a few brief minutes. I was soon back swilling my beer while reveling in the three stranger's loads resting deep inside me. After two more glasses of beer I realized I was just tipsy enough. I could do without finishing the pitcher, however, I did need more cum. I paid my bill leaving an extra large tip and carefully managed my way across and into the bookstore. The clerk checked my I.D., sold me tokens and encouraged me to go right back to the booths if I wasn't going to bother with pulling on a shirt. I apologized and he assured me, "Oh, no need at this point. Those guys are going to love you. All I ask is that you get fully dressed before you come back out." He said this with a big smile. When my eyes adjusted to the relative darkness I realized I was right in front of a pot bellied middle aged man. He was holding out the top of his sweat pants to display his 9.5 inch curved erection. I waisted no time stepping forward and reaching in to touch it. He said; "Get out of those shorts. This is going up your ass here and now. " I didn't need to be told twice and soon had his naked cock head breaching my outer hole. He fucked me loud and hard to a growing audience of horny men. Once again it was not long 'til this guy roared and blasted the fourth load of the day deep inside my anal sphincter. He quickly pulled out and in lightening speed succession three more guys fucked and bred me right there in the hallway. As the last was finishing up an incredibly handsome 70 year old began to passionately kiss me. With the crowd disappearing he gently took my hand and led me into a booth. Closing the door he proceeded to drop coins in the machine and changed the channel to gay bdsm porn. All my clothes had been left in the hallway. He pushed me down to give him a blowjob. His hard thick ten inches were soon choking me. As he guided me back to my feet and spun me around he asked for a condom. "Mine are out there. But you've seen already I don't really need one." "It's not for you slut. I'm not sticking my unprotected cock in your sess pool without something covering it. " With that he produced a condom from his pocket and soon had it firmly over his beauty. This disappeared deep into my fuck shoot. At first I was quite disappointed. It didn't feel right. It actually burned a bit. But, he was very good at wheedling his tool back there and I soon found I was enjoying the experience. In fact I was feeling quite proud of myself. Finally I was riding a sheathed cock the way I'd been taught in sex ed classes. At least twenty minutes of powerful fucking had passed and my hole really was burning now. I told him I was desperately needing a break. I had missed the erratic change in his breathing and he assured me; "Breeding your ass now! Fuuuuuuccck! Take my load. " As he was catching his breath I reached around and felt the base of his cock. What had he been talking about? His cock was still sheathed. He pulled out of me and made sure I saw an almost intact condom covering his deflating member. The angry head was completely bare. Clearly he had tampered with the reservoir. "I had every intention of breeding your slutty cum hungry hole. Just needed to reduce my risk from all the potential disease sloshing around in your gut, you filthy ass hole! Now get lost. " All I could find were my runners and shorts. Some of the guys must have decided to keep my shirt and underwear for souvenirs. The counter clerk was not pleased as I tried to sneak through the front of the store. His words as I exited; "Straight home now, before all those loads turn into a river running down your leg. " He wouldn't know but the last one made eight. I was certainly making good use of the P.E.P. Now as long as the silver fox hadn't pozed me I'd be in good shape for Prep. Hopefully the memory of these hot loads would satisfy me as I pledged to keep to only safe sex for the next three weeks. I checked my shorts pocket to be sure I still had the packets from the clinic.

Chapter 3 As much as my waiter looked like Draven Torres his buddy was the spitting image of Dawson. What were the chances? Two hunky waiters so closely resembling such infamous bareback porn stars? The party was winding down when the Dawson look-a-like pulled up a chair beside me. "My buddy tells me you want to play. I'm Ben. Meet me in ten minutes." As I entered the handicap stall Ben pulled me into a passionate kiss that took my breath away. His hands got busy freeing my clothes and just as quickly mine were busy with his'. When my hand slid over his crotch I couldn't believe the size of the hardening object hidden inside. He smiled at me and simultaneously pushed down on my shoulders. Clearly he wanted me at eye level for the great reveal; and, I was not opposed to his plan. When the twelve inch monster was released it sprang out and hit my face. I took a firm grasp and fed it into my eager mouth. As I slowly worked it in deeper I had a bullseye view of the biohazard tattoo directly in front of my eyes. On his left hip was a scorpion tattoo. I'd seen enough porn to know what these meant. I needed to stop this now but kept right on sucking. Having fucked my face to gagging capacity he pulled his fuck bat out of my mouth. It was covered in slime. I was hoisted, spun and bent faster than the movement of humming bird wings. I could already feel his naked cock against my hole before I found my voice; "You need a condom." I was fishing one from my pants around my ankles. "That won't fit me bud. It'll tear before my head pops inside. " "Do you have one your size." "What do you think?" His mushroom head breached my outer ring as poppers were held to my left nostril. I was coached to inhale deeply and hold my breath as inch after inch of his bare thick manhood snaked up my vulnerable ass. I was too high and the pain had turned to pure pleasure. I couldn't protest or resist. In fact I found myself pushing back with every thrust he plunged in. "Greedy otter hole you got there." His voice rasped. "Fuck man, you're going to come out my mouth. " I grunted. "Speaking of cum, tell me where you want mine ... I'm ... getting ...close..." "FUCK NO, don't cum in me!" I screamed as rope after rope of his hot cum painted my torn intestines. He collapsed onto my back and remained plunged deep as my ass involuntarily milked every last drop out of him. "Please tell me you are medicated and undetectable." "Fuck you kid! You know what those tattoos mean. ... And that's the first load I've dropped in five days. You're so fuckin full of my toxic sperm right now. And, we both know my huge man meat toar you to pieces. Now tell me how much you love that." There was no hiding or lying as he was stroking my hard cock. His pumping started up again and I was powerless to hold back my moans of pleasure. "Yeah. That's what I thought. You love your guts full of my poz cum. You're coming home with me and my bud tonight. ... What do you say? ... Want me to give you more toxin here? Or you want to wait for later?" "Fuck man! You may as well do it now and later." "Right answer!" Ben and Draven lookalike took me to their walk up three blocks from the hotel. I spent the rest of the night taking and giving them and their hunky roommate loads. I lost track of numbers. As I hobbled back to the hotel with the rising sun I knew I couldn't hide the large tell tale wet spot on the ass of my trousers. I knew I needed to get to the clinic as soon as we landed home later that afternoon. If it wasn't already too late I needed to get my poz cum hungry hole with a treacherous mind of it's own on Prep.

As I lay there wanking my cock and teasing my cunt with the butt plug, my mind wasn’t really on the porn. Filthy as it was my mind wandered back over past encounters. Not the most recent but encounters way in my past. My first cock, when I was 18; my first load when I was 20 and the first time I met my partner. I was single at the time, not too much of a party boi at all. I had been a member of a much posher gym then. The key reason being I’d read it was a cruising gym and the descriptions weren’t wrong. Despite being a high end chain the staff, well some of them, turned a blind eye to what was clearly going on. I knew that for a fact as I’d taken a few loads in the towel storage cupboard from some of the employees. I’d spotted a really hot black guy a couple of times and we’d said “Hey” in passing but nothing else. I knew from chat I’d heard that he was gay and hung. I’d seen that for myself partially in the changing rooms. Even soft his cock was huge. And pierced. I used to wank and think of that thick raw meat wrecking my hole. But only alone at night. One Sunday I went to the gym really early, I was meeting my parents for lunch which always upset my Sunday routine - lazy coffee, app fuck, gym and then one of the various underwear or naked clubs that had sprung up on Sundays to cater for the after party crowd. The gym was empty apart from me and one of the instructors. He winked as I walked in so I pretty much knew when I’d finished my run I’d be getting a load from him. I smiled. He was fit and while he was only 7 inches, he was a heavy - and I mean heavy cummer. After about 90 minutes I slowed to a walk and took a couple of breaths. As I watched he left the gym, still empty it was that early and walked down the corridor. My cue, I finished my water bottle and picked up my hand towel. The gym was modern but they were still finishing the top floor which would have more fitness studios and an outside running track. I followed him through a “locked” and up the stairs. He was ready, leaning against a set of breeze blocks he had his cock out wanking it hard. Without speaking I knelt down and finished the job. It tasted of arse already which made me wondered who had got to the gym earlier than me only because I was then pretty sure that his wad would not be as generous. I stood up and learnt against the blocks and pulled down my shorts. I keep my cunt hairy - not only because of the misty smell which I love when I finger myself but also because the first time a cock goes it, it always rips some of the hairs off. Let’s admit it, it hurts but we all love it. He turned round and grabbed my hips. Gobbing on my home he pushed his cock in. I’d not been out the night before so I was dry. Clean but dry. He grunted as his own precum did the job of lubing my guts. My own cock was semi hard and in those days unpierced. He wasn’t the greatest fuck and had I known he’d already dropped a load I might not have bent over at all, but cum is cum and I planned to squirt it into my water bottle for later. It didn’t take him long to cum and sure enough I didn’t feel as big a load as I had experienced in the past or what I wanted. Slapping my arse he kissed the back of my neck and slid his cock back into his shorts. As he turned around he gasped and stopped dead. I looked over my shoulder. There he was. The black guy. My future husband. Singlet pulled over his head, shorts lowered, beating his mighty meat. “Hey. Can I have some of that?” The instructor stammered a yes and I heard him walk away. I turned to the blocks again as I heard him walk towards me. “Fucking hot white pussy”. He kicked my legs slightly apart and leaned in pushing the tip of his pierced cock again my cummy hole. He kissed my neck and I breathed in his scent. Soap clean. My cock lept to attention as he traced down my back with his tongue and pushed it into my hole. He moaned as he pushed his tongue in, reaching round to pull my balls. I moaned. He stood up and gobbed on my hole wiping it round with the head of his cock. I pushed back against his tool and spread my legs. He grabbed my hips and slowly, every so slowly started to ease his massive cock into my butt. I gasped as sweat broke out across my back and chest, dripping down my body to fall over my achingly hard dripping cock and lubing my balls which he was now squeezing hard with one hand. I closed my eyes as I felt his cock inch in. He stopped and I sighed. Reaching back I searched felt for his balls against my arse and opened my eyes in shock. He wasn’t fully in my cunt. He chuckled and whispered into my ear. “Oh baby. Here.” And with that he rammed the rest of his cock into my mancunt balls deep. I grunted with pain and pleasure as he started to power fuck my arse so hard he lifted me off the ground. Crushing my face against the breeze blocks one hand kept squeezing my balls as I felt my face being graded against the hard brick. But still he didn’t stop. Pounding me he pulled me back and wrapped an arm around my throat and lifted me off my back, finally forcing my cunt to open up for his cock as he literally spiked me onto his body which flailed around like a rag doll. It was too much and suddenly I was cumming. Torrents of cum all over the breeze blocks and then a stream of piss erupted from my cock as he continued to pile drive his big black meat into my cunt. Even after I was empty he kept fucking me, forcing e to stand legs akimbo arms against the wall as I got lost in a daze of his cock plundering my arse. In that moment, I just wanted more and it was almost with regret that I felt his cook start to pulse as wave after wave of his cum buried itself deep in my guts. And then he did the thing. The thing that made me fall in love. The thing that I realised I had been missing all my life. As he pulled out I fell to the floor in a crumpled heap, cum leaking out of of my red raw hole. He pulled up his shorts walked around to face me and smiled. Then he kicked me in the guts. Not too hard but hard enough to wind me. And walked away.

Time seemed to stand still. I was conscious that my breathing was in sync with his hard abs. Through the thin fabric of his yellow lycra I could also see the slightly thickened outline of his cock. It might have been the light but I couldn’t see the normal jagged appearance of a piercing that I noticed when I wore my own speedos. My own cock was in shock and has shrivelled down. Still deep in my subconscious I knew my package still looked impressive. I took a toke and inhaled deeply, holding on to the spliff. My mind was still in two places. There, in the apartment working through various scenarios simultaneously. The other half thinking about my boyfriend. No, not like that. We both fucked around but rather, where was he that night. Then I remembered. He was at an all-black night at the most popular gay sauna. It happened once every couple of months and only black guys were allowed in. That might offend the more politically correct amongst you but I figure if you breed man cunt and take loads in your own then you’ve not got a principle to stand on. Plus he always came back wanting to fuck like an animal so I didn’t mind that he went. He went because he loved taking black cock deep in his own cunt. It was something we had in commons and we’d only discovered when for our fifth anniversary he surprised me with a black porn star I always fantasised about for a day of Chem induced fucking. Half way through when my own arse needed a rest I couldn’t believe it when my partner offered his arse up to the 12” of the porn star to be ripped open. Since then he partied every other month like a whore bottom. Then came home and took out his pent up top-ness out of my, my arse and my body. I fucking loved it. Jacque chuckled and reached into the table and grabbed the piercing. Holding it to the light he unscrewed the ball and put it back on the table. As I watched, almost as if I wasn’t there, he pulled out his cock, picked up the piercing and, staring right at me, slid it into place and rotated it to make sure. My mouth was dry. “Hand me the spliff.” I did as I was told. Jacque too a deep hit and make no effort to put his cock back into his speedos. Not that it would fit. As he took a drag it filled with blood and as he held the smoke he lazily wrapped one hand around his ever hardening cock. My own cock snapped to attention in my speedos. My balls tightening at the same time. He chuckled. “Doesn’t that hurt?” I looked at him quizzically until he nodded at my crotch. I chuckled nervously and lowered the speedos to release my cock but keeping them tight against my balls. My own hand gripped the shaft of my cock as I gave it a slow, deliberate stroke. Jacques took another toke and mouth “wow” as he exhaled smoke in my direction. He put the spliff in the ashtray. He closed his eyes and stretched his arms above his head. A spurt of precum leaked from the head of my cock. Normally, the minute a guy takes his cock out in front of me I’m either on my knees or on my back wanting it in either hole. Right now I was confused. If I’m honest I still couldn’t work this all out. Not even if he was gay, or if it was the spliff or if he was simply a straight boy fucking with my mind. Suddenly Jacques was on his feet. He walked around the table and sat next to me. Smiling he offered me the spliff. As I took a drag he leaned down and took the whole of my cock in his mouth. And I mean the whole of it. In one motion like a seasoned pro. I moaned as his warm mouth engulfed my hard cock. With one hand at the base of my cock, he used the other the knead my balls. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to show he knew what he was doing. My head rolled back as the spliff and his warm wet mouth and tongue worked their magic and he kneaded and tugged my balls insistently. Then, suddenly and out of nowhere I felt my balls tighten as spunk started to leap down my shaft. Before I knew it I was spewing a wad of creamy spunk into his mouth. Without hesitation, Jacques swallowed my load. I couldn’t believe it. I’d never cum that quick. Ever. Normally I needed a cock deep in my cunt to even get hard. Now I was spunking like an adolescent. As I shuddered from the orgasm, Jacques stood up and looked down at me. Picking up the red speedos he turned away. “Shame dude. Close the door behind you.” Stunned, I watched as he walked away, not looking back once. In a daze I got dressed and left. Fuck.

Over the next week I continued my regime of two swims every day. But purposefully I made sure my swim at the end of the day was longer. For the first four days I didn’t see the tattooed guy despite staying til almost closing and showering in the same stall where I’d first spied his monster cock. On Friday as I walked into the changing room, there he was. He’s clearly finished his swim and was toweling himself dry in his boxers. In the low light his muscles rippled under the magnificent artwork that covered his body. I walked passed him and opened a locker at the end of the row. “Hey.” I turned around. He had one foot on the bench to dry his leg and was smiling at me. “Hey.” A flash caught my eye and I spied the flint of his piercing as his cock peeked out from the end of his boxers. “Haven’t seen you in a while,” he said. I turned away as I felt my cox twitch. “I’ve been coming later,” I replied. “Yeah, my times are fucked up cos of work too.” I pulled my tee off and shrugged off my chinos, pulling my speedos out in a fluid movement and desperately trying not to think of his cock. And him jerking it under the shower. “You wear those?” “What?” “Speedos.” I looked back at him. He was now in his jeans, the waist band of his boxers showing as he stretched a polo shirt over his tight body. “Yeah. Less resistance in the water.” I winced. He smiled and sat down on the bench. “Is that true?” He was looking straight at me as I held the speedos. There was nothing else to do. “Yes.” I pull off my pants hoping my cock wasn’t too erect and slid my speedos into the inviting lycra feeling it cup my tightening balls. He watched me intently. “Cool. Couldn’t wear them myself. I’d feel too exposed.” He stared at me as I turned to face him. “I’m sure you’d look good in a pair.” Our eyes locked. “Perhaps. Well enjoy your swim and catch you sometime.” He grabbed his backpack and in seconds was gone. As the door swung shut I sighed and released the blood that I’d held back for so long into my cock. It hardened in my Speedo’s as I walked to the pool for a long swim. Over the next few weeks, I continued my refined regime and we saw each other perhaps once or twice a week - the same “Heys” and genteel conversation. But the same frisson as our eyes locked. But nothing more. One night I arrived much later than normal. It had not been a good day at work. I stormed into the changing room and stopped dead. There he was. He had his back to me but he was in a pair of Speedo’s. Classic Speedo’s. Black. He spun round. “Oh, hi.” “Hello.” He looked distinctly uncomfortable so I walked past him to my usual locker and started undressing. I got down to my briefs when he said: “What do you think?” I turned around. He was standing facing me. The bulge in the black Lycra made my mouth water. “You look good,” I stammered. Our eyes locked for a second longer than they should have before he laughed. “Nah. I don’t think so. But they were in the sale so I thought I’d see what they looked like.” He grabbed his jeans and pulled them on. Grabbing his tee he headed for the door. “Have a good swim.” I finished my swim and showered. There was a polite cough and I looked up as I was changing. It was one of the gym attendants. “Sorry, we’re closed. I didn’t think there was anyone down here after Jack left. I’ll need to let you out the back door.” Jack. That was his name. I apologised and followed the attendant through the back of the gym. I didn’t realise it went back so far until he opened a door, wished me goodnight and I stepped out into the twilight and into somewhere I didn’t recognise. I paused to get my bearings and realised I was in the housing estate. I didn’t realise that the it wrapped itself around the gym to this extent. I sighed. I would have to double back through the estate and get my bike. I hiked my backpack onto my back and headed around the gym. As I looked, I realised that the estate wasn’t as grim as I thought it was. All the flats looked well appointed and I realised they had a distinct design to them. Without thinking I flipped my phone out and searched Google. Sure enough, the estate had been designed by a famous architect and had, long ago stopped being social housing. “I’d be careful about doing that here.” It was Jack. He was in faded blue jeans that gripped his legs, a black tee and boots. “Oh, hi. Jack.” He looked at me quizzically. “How’d you know my name?” I recounted what had happened at the gym; he smiled and said that he lived in the estate and would walk part way back with me. Side by side we started our journey. I found out his name was Jacques, he was an artist so did odd jobs and “this and that” and suddenly he stopped walking. “Well this is where I live,” pointing up a stairwell. He paused as I adjusted my backpack and shuffled from foot to foot. “I’m heading your way but just need to pick something up. Do you want to wait, I’ll only be a second. Or come up.” He looked at me straight-eyed. I pretended to look around us. “I’ll come up, if you don’t mind.” He smiled and made some joke about it being the safest neighbourhood in town as I followed him up the stairs. At the top he unlocked a door and walked in, not stopping to see if I was following. It was not what I was expecting. Down a short corridor his apartment opened into a large open space. And at the far end, floor to ceiling windows with what I can only describe as a magnificent view of the city. When I tore my eyes away from the view I realised he had disappeared. I sat down on the sofa and waited. My eyes wandered to the table and widened. There, in plain sight was a spliff and a bolt piercing. “Ah, there it is.” Jacques suddenly appeared and leaning over the table grabbed the spliff then sat on the opposite sofa. I looked up and he was staring at me, spliff in hand. “I need this tonight. You don’t mind do you?” I shook my head and said it was fine and didn’t bother me as I’d had a hard week too. I winced at my choice of words. He smiled and pulled out a lighter. “Shall we have a quick toke before we go?” Without waiting for an answer he lit the spliff and took a deep grab. Whistling through his teeth and leaned over and handed it to me, and fell back against the sofa, spreading his legs. I took a deep hit and held it in. Christ it was good stuff and started working it’s magic immediately. I looked back at him and shrugging my pack off, I handed it back and leaned into my own sofa. My mind was in overdrive. One side was enjoying the effects of the smoke, the other wondered what the holy fuck was going on. As we shared the spliff, we chatted. I told him I was an accountant, lived with a “partner” of twenty years and had been swimming since I was twelve. He was half American, half French and had moved to the city after an”ugly break up.” Whenever we swapped the spliff our fingers touched, lingering more with each share. Suddenly he lunged into his back pack at the side of the sofa and threw something at me. “Here. These are for you.” By reflex I caught them and looked down. Speedos. Red speedos. I looked at him. “I bought them and some others when I got the other pair. Reckon you’ll get more use out of them.” He smiled and I watched as he expertly rolled another spliff. Not looking up he said: “Try ‘em on.” As he licked the spliff closed he looked at me. Stared at my face. My mind exploded. Then I decided. I stood up. Kicked off my shoes and stared back. Grabbing the lighter he lit the new smoke and sat back. I pulled off my shirt, unbuckled my chinos and slipped my fingers into the waistband of my pants and shoved my trousers down. He raised an eyebrow, not taking his eyes off my face. I leaned down and hooked my ankles through the speedos. And pulled them up. Keeping eye contact I rearranged my junk, now semi erect, in front of him. He stunned out the spliff and stood up. He smiled at me and as I watched he pulled off his boots, shucked his tee and dropped his jeans. Underneath he was wearing yellow speedos. I gasped at the contrast with his hard muscled body and inked skin. Sitting back down he spread his legs, relighting the spliff and handed it to me. “Cool.”