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Chapter 3 I woke the next morning, and had morning glory thinking of the night before. However one thing had changed. I had expected the itch to be scratched, but it wasn’t. In fact , if anything it had gone the other way. I was thinking of Brad’s cock , half replaying in my mind me sucking it and half wondering if it was a dream. I should have learned not to make decisions whilst still horny. I grabbed my phone. ‘Hi’ I pressed send, the text sent to Brad. ‘Youre keen’ came the reply around 5 mins later. I had to make a quick decision. Horny cock brain was engaged. ‘ I want to learn more’ I replied. ’Good Boy, I will teach you all you need to know. 8pm, same place’ The time dragged at work. I was horny most of the day. I needed to cum but didn’t want to spoil the evening, or change my mind. I kept on the boil all day until the time came. I pulled up again outside . I walked up to the door, and like last time, it opened in silence. ‘strip’ came a voice in the dark, as the door closed. This time there were no lights on, just the tv screen again playing bareback porn, two heavily tattooed guys going hard at it. I stripped. My cock hard. ‘I am going to mould you, teach you and you will love the new you in time. I can’t promise you will still be with your girlfriend at the end of it, but you will love cock, cum and everything in between.’ ‘Yes sir’ I instinctively replied. ‘ I need to know you are serious, For you to show your commitment. You will go to Eagle tattoo parlour in town. Ask for Carl and say I sent you. He will give you a small discreet tattoo, he may even pierce you. Do you understand? ‘ ‘Yes sir’ I replied again. I was still hard and cock brain was in full control. ‘Now kneel’ I knelt and felt a blindfold go over my eyes. I felt his cock push against my lips and I opened my mouth to suck his cock once more. ‘Good boy, we are going to move on today. You liked my cum yesterday didn’t you?’ I nodded, still working on Brads cock. He lifted me and led me to what felt like a massage table, and bent me over, so my chest was laid flat, my ass exposed. He opened my legs so my ass naturally opened. He spread my cheeks and I felt His tongue start rimming my ass. Jess had never done this to me, and it felt amazing. I involuntarily pushed my ass towards my teacher. The next thing I was aware of was a bottle on front of my nose. ‘Inhale’ came the order. I sniffed, my head swam. Much later I found out these were poppers. My arse was still swimming in bliss when I felt a cold finger rubbing something round my hole. This was replaced by what I assumed was Brad’s cock. ‘what do u want boy?’ I tried to push back against his cock. ‘ I want it in me’ I whispered. ‘Can’t hear you’ ‘I want it in me please ‘ I said , much louder. ‘ one thing you need to know, if it goes in, it won’t come out until I’ve finished’ Brad stated. ‘ Please, just do it, I want it, your cock in me’ my horny cock brain was in full flow. Brad grabbed my shoulders and pushed in. I gasped, my ass felt full.’ Just relax, you will get to love this boy! ‘ Brad set off slowly but soon picked up pace. I felt my breath being fucked out of my body as he started pounding me. My mind was just blank, all I wanted was this, to feel my ass being fucked. ‘Here it comes boy your first load, I can tell it won’t be your last, ‘ and Brad grunted and pushed one last time as he came in my hole. I was panting as I felt my teacher soften and slide out. I felt empty. ‘Dress. Call me when you want lesson three. But you need marking at the parlour first if you want more,’ I grabbed my clothes, dressed in the darkness as the blindfold was removed, I could feel the cum keeping my ass moist as some started leaking out. I scooted to my car. I wanted to get home, cum myself and finger my hole, feeling my teacher’s load in me. I also had to google that parlour. I knew it wouldn’t finish here…… to be continued……….

Love having a sloppy and cummy hole

**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 - New shop assistant The next morning Sam skipped lectures again and came straight to the shop and put on his uniform - just jockstraps. During the day, he sold fetish clothes, dildos, butt plugs, whips and penis rings to men of different ages. Almost everyone wanted to test their purchases before making a purchase decision in the fitting room, and Sam was eager to help them with that. Already at noon, Sam's hole was already well opened and slippery. When Sam squatted down to take something from the lower shelves, fresh drops of cum oozed from the hole. In the afternoon, Jonas came to the store straight from school. George had promised to consider organizing a private event for 20-year-old Jonas. George had said that he only organizes them for employees, so Jonas would have to work at the store to earn the event. Jonas had promised to work as an unpaid sales trainee. George gave to Jonas the same jockstraps that Sam was wearing. Your most important job is sales promotion and customer service. Your task is to enrich the customer's imagination so that he buys as many different products as possible. "I'm sure a lot of customers want to test products with you, so you better be well prepared. Have you cleaned yourself up inside today," asked George. "Yes I am. My boyfriend fucked me in the morning," said Jonas. "Good, so you already have sperm in your hole, so no artificial lube needed," replied George encouragingly. "No, we used a condom," said Jonas. Between the shelves, Sam showed what can be found on each shelf and how to use different sex tools. Sam also tried to gently hint to Jonas that not all men might want to wear rubber. He didn't dare to say directly that none of the men had ever even mentioned the use of rubber. Soon the boys heard that the store's front door opened, meaning a new customer had entered the store. Sam showed Jonas an example of how to treat customers. Jonas followed silently from the sidelines. Sam greeted the man who had come to find himself some new jocks and lube. Sam first introduced the jocks and then Sam suggested the man a lubricant that mimics real sperm. Sam also suggested other products to the man, such as penis rings and anal spreaders. In the end, the man had chosen the products and said he still wanted to fit Jock straps. Sam led the man into the fitting booth and closed the curtain behind him. Jonas was left alone between the shelves. After maybe 15 minutes, the front door opened again and a muscular and tall man, clearly over 60 years old, entered the shop. He told Jonas that he was looking for a new leather harness. Jonas led the man to the fetish clothing section and started presenting the options. The man quickly found a model that pleased him. The man also wanted to look at leather jockstraps and asked Jonas which model was the hottest from Jonas. Jonas showed jocks with a big zippered pouch on the front. The man said it was the right choice. I'll take those too. Jonas remembered that he also always has to try to sell the customer something else, so he asked if the man would be interested in buying handcuffs as well. The handcuffs were the first thing that caught his eye from the fetish shelf. "Well, I'm really interested," said the man enthusiastically. It was Jonas's turn to lead the man to the fitting room. On the way there, he saw that Sam had led his own customer to the counter to cash out. After about ten minutes, the man who led Jonas to the dressing room came to George and Sam at the sales counter and brought the harness, jock straps and handcuffs to the counter. I'll buy these. You have a really smart new salesman here, said the man to George. When the man had left, Jonas also arrived at the counter. Jonas told George and Sam that the man had handcuffed Jonas to the radiator's water pipe and fucked him roughly with a raw cock. And finally injected the sperm directly into Jonas's guts. The man hadn't asked at all where Jonas wanted the sperm or if he could go in raw. Jonas had thought that in customer service work he could not question the customer's choices. But now he has a stranger's sperm in his ass for the first time in his life and it feels confusing. Sam wanted to correct that it wasn't the first time, because yesterday he had slipped the butt plug first in his own hole, which already had several men's sperm inside it. So yesterday, along with the butt plug, at least small amounts of unknown men's sperm had already moved into Jonas's ass. George wanted to stop the sperm discussion and stated that Jonas had done exactly the right thing. The man had made the most expensive purchase of the day so far. Jonas has proven his own commitment to customer service, so George promoted Jonas from trainee to sales assistant on the very first day.

Marc and I had fooled around together when we were in college. He had a tight muscular body from being on the wrestling team, and I used to get hard watching his matches. He filled out that singlet well leaving nothing to the imagination. Marc was of French descent, but had some North African blood in him somewhere, so he had a nice tan and dark hair and eyes. He was bi, I guess, and I often jerked off outside of the bedroom door, listening to him plow some pussy. After the girl would leave, I would clean off his cock with my tongue and if he was good for another round, I'd let him fuck me raw and give me his second load. After college, we parted ways and stayed in touch at first, but lost contact after he moved to LA. We exchanged Christmas cards and through them, I followed his life. He got married and had two kids. Then, went through a messy divorce. I had moved to the city and was moving upwards in my business. I had also continued to fuck around with guys, and eventually started dating a really cute guy, Patrick, who was both taller and more limber than I as he he had no body fat and a tight torso. He also had beautiful buzzed blond hair and blue eyes. I met him working out at the gym and we hit it off. He was a romantic at heart and was my first real relationship. After fooling around together and seeing other people on the side for about a year or so, we decided to become monogamous. We had always worn condoms before that, and after being tested, decided to give them up. After a few Christmases together with Patrick, the cards from Marc stopped. By this point, Patrick and I had been together for about five years. We still had a very satisfying sex life and I didn't think either one of us was looking for anything else. Out of the blue, I got a letter from Marc. In it, he explained that his divorce had been terribly painful. His wife had discovered him fucking the brains out of her brother, left him, and took everything. Marc spiraled out of control and had had slept around with a bunch of guys and girls. Someone had given him HIV along the way. In his letter, he gave me a new phone number to call if I wanted to catch up. Of course I called him. He was planning on coming back East to start again and wanted to know if he could crash on our couch until he got his life back together. How could I say no? Patrick and I met Marc at the airport, and I hardly recognized him. Although he still had an amazing chest and abs, otherwise he showed-up looking like a ghost of his former butch self as he had lost a lot of weight. We went out for dinner and drinks and headed home to get him settled in. We were all a bit drunk as we made up the sofa bed and showed him where he could stash his clothes. Our tiny one bedroom apartment meant that we would be seeing a lot of each other, and Marc promised to respect our privacy as much as possible. That night, Patrick crawled up next to me in bed and asked me all about Marc, what our friendship had been like in school and what the sex had been like. He was getting worked up as I told him about taking Marc's loads and other risky things that I would never do any more. Patrick was getting turned on and started fingering his ass. I was getting turned on myself, but reminded Patrick to keep it quiet so we wouldn't disturb or embarrass Marc. Patrick pushed me onto my back and climbed up onto my dick, sitting down on it without lube. At first, he managed to keep his moans low and quiet, but as his rocking got more and more intense, the headboard started banging into the wall. I'm sure Marc knew exactly what was going on. I wondered if Marc was jerking off at the door like I used to do when he was fucking some chick. I gasped, as quietly as I could, filling my lover's ass with my load. Patrick pulled off my dick and lurched forward filling my mouth with his cock, driving it into my throat as he came hard. The next night, Patrick asked me more questions as we were climbing into bed. What was Marc's cock like? How big were his balls? Was his ass hairy? We both got turned on again and it ended about the same way, only this time, Patrick didn't even try to keep his voice down. He did wind up with a cummy hole and I wound up with his load in my stomach. This went on for a few nights, until about a week later, when I noticed that Patrick had not fully closed the bedroom door. I could see the light from the living room through the crack. Our foreplay continued with Patrick asking how hard Marc would fuck. What did his cum taste like? Did his balls slap my ass as he fucked me? From his angle, I knew that Patrick couldn't see the door. Had he left it cracked open on purpose? As I was fucking Patrick, I noticed a shadow in the doorway and I knew it was Marc. I knew he was hearing the filthy questions Patrick was asking about him. 'Did Marc ever rim you? Did he pull on your balls?' Knowing that this POZ stud was listening and may be jerking off to our lovemaking made me so hot. I blew my wad deep into Patrick's hole as he shot all over my chest. The next day at breakfast, I asked how Marc how he slept. He said he had a hard time getting to sleep, but drifted off after watching some great porn. I wondered if the porn he mentioned had been me and Patrick. Marc winked at Patrick, and I saw Patrick shudder. When Patrick got up from the table I could tell that he was hard. It got me hard to know that Patrick was turned on, but my stomach twisted a little thinking that Patrick was playing with fire. Flirting with a POZ stud was one thing, but leaving the door open, practically inviting him to witness our lovemaking was quite another. That night, I made sure the door was closed as we climbed into bed. Patrick climbed up next to me and started nibbling my ear. He then sat up and said that he was thirsty and was going to get a sip of water from the kitchen. He pulled on his robe, leaving it untied in the front, and left the room. I knew he was already naked and that Marc would see his body if he was still awake. I wanted to say something, but it was too late. I waited a few minutes for him and then got out of bed to see what was keeping him. Marc was on the sofa bed, propped up on his shoulders as Patrick was casually talking to him with his robe hanging open. I could tell he was hard as his cock pressed against the folds of open fabric with a bit of his pubes showing. They were whispering. Patrick looked as me and grinned like a kid getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I nodded at him and he said good night to Marc, following me into the bedroom. I lay down and realized immediately that Patrick had barely bothered to close the door. He dropped the robe and practically leapt onto me, pawing the sheets away from my body. Patrick bit my nipples hard and jerked my cock as he cupped my balls. He blew me for a few minutes and then mounted my cock. Usually, he faced me as he rode my dick, but this time, he faced away, watching the open doorway as he bounced up and down. It was only a few seconds before Marc's silhouette was visible in the doorway. He grinned at us and walked through the open door. I saw for the first time how much weight Marc had really lost. If anything, it made his uncut thick 7” dick look even bigger. I could not believe this POZ man from my past was standing naked in my bedroom as I fucked my partner. “You like to watch?” Patrick asked him. “Yeah. I like to watch. I like to do other things too...” Marc grunted in reply as he begin jerking his dick. I was about to say something, reminding Patrick that Marc was POZ, but just then, Patrick slid off my cock, swung his hips around so we were in a '69' position, whereupon Patrick shoved his drooling cock in my mouth. I protested as much as I could, but to no avail. From my position, I could only see Patrick's groin. I couldn't see what Marc was doing, but I had a good idea when I heard Marc say “Yeah man. Fuck yeah. Suck that cock!” I managed to pull myself out from under Patrick's body and saw him tongue-bathing Marc's POZ cock. I was so hard watching my allegedly monogamous partner swallowing another man's dick and loving it. Marc pulled his cock out of Patrick's mouth and spun him around so his ass was hanging off of the bed. He crouched down and ate Patrick's sweaty ass. I had been fucking Patrick already, so his hole was loose enough to swallow all of Marc's tongue. I stammered out, “If we're gonna do this guys, we should find some protection.” They continued as if I hadn't said anything. Patrick buried his head in the sheets, muffling his ears from my protests. Marc stood up and worked his drooling POZ cock over my boyfriend's bare, vulnerable hole. I crouched down beside them, trying to push Marc's torso away from Patrick's quivering ass. I placed my hand beside Marc's slippery cock and he placed his hand over mine, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock. He kept his hand there as he directed the head of his dick into Patrick's winking crack. I watched in horror as the tip of his cock disappeared between Patrick's cheeks. Within seconds, my hand was sandwiched between ass and groin. Marc held my hand there as he gradually picked up his pace until he was really fucking Patrick hard. I looked up at him and saw Marc's eyes glazed over with lust. He jackrabbited away at Patrick's ass as Patrick moaned into the pillows. As their rhythm quickened, Patrick started pushing back onto Marc's dick. “I'm gonna do it man. Gonna shoot my load up your hole. Gonna fill your pussy with my seed.” “Pull out, Marc! Don't cum in him!,” I urged, but Marc released my hand and pushed it aside. He drove in a few more times and held his hips there, shaking all over as he filled my boy's bare hole with his POZ seed. Even though I was mortified, I shot my own load all over myself. As Marc withdrew, a long string of cum stayed attached to his cock, only snapping when Patrick twisted himself onto his back, jerking is own cock until he sprayed his load all over his heaving chest. We all sat there panting. “What the hell just happened?” I asked. “The beginning of something wonderful,” said Patrick. He reached up and pulled Marc's sweaty body down on top of him. “Can he sleep with us tonight?” Patrick asked as he smothered Marc with kisses. What the hell had I gotten us into?

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.

I still can't wrap my head around the concept of a man being "disappointed" that his partner was taking charge of his own health. Or rather, I can't wrap my head around the idea of a *sane intelligent non-controlling* man being disappointed etc. It's your life, your health - take charge of it, or not, at your peril.

When Debra, an ex-girlfriend who is a professional photographer, asked me to model for an erotic photography shoot, I agreed without telling my wife. Debra explained it would be a gay scene. I told her I was a little uncomfortable about the whole thing, but she promised my face wouldn’t be shown and the sex would be simulated. Sire, I had often fantasized about doing it with another guy but I was happily married and had enjoyed a completely straight sex life. Besides, the modeling fee was good, and we needed the money since I had just started graduate school. I showed up at Debra’s apartment and met Mark, the other model. She had told me he was openly gay. He was extremely good looking and well built. I noticed he had a very sexy rope tatoo around his thick bicep. When I took off my clothes, I was thinking about how it would feel to have Mark’s strong hands touching me, and I got quite hard. Debra smiled when she saw my erection, saying it would add to the realism. Mark was hard, too, and I saw that his cock was longer and thicker than mine. Debra said she wanted us to wear some props. She gave Mark a leather biker cap and studded leather wrist bands; she gave me a rainbow pride ring and snapped a leather dog collar around my neck. “There, Andy,” she said, “now you really look like a bottom.” I blushed beet red. Then she handed each of us a studded leather cock ring. “This will help you stay hard, sweetie,” she said. I remembered that she used to call me that when we were dating. Mark stood very close to me. Debra instructed us to hold each other’s cock. I had never touched another man’s penis before. His grew even harder in my hand, a sensation I found strangely pleasurable. He closed his eyes and smiled, and I heard him grown softly. He started to stroke my dick, gently but firmly. I felt myself trembling with excitement. I was surprised at how aroused I felt. “OK, guys, let’s get started. Mark, I want some shots of you sucking Andy’s cock. I’ll be behind you.” Mark got on my knees and proceeded to give me an amazing blow job – much better than anything my wife could do. I heard Debra’s camera clicking away. She moved around to the side and came closer. Mark’s face would be clear in these photos, but he didn’t seem to care. “Your turn, Andy.” When she saw me hesitate, she said I should just fake it because she would be behind me. She told me to run my hands up Mark’s well-sculpted abs so she could capture my pride ring. I was just inches from Mark’s hairy crotch. Debra came to the side, holding the camera very close. “Sweetie, do me a favor and just kiss the tip of Mark’s dick, OK?” I don’t know whether it was Mark’s delicious manly aroma or my desire to please Debra, but I did as she said. Then, without her saying a word, I opened my mouth and began to lick the head of his dick. “Oh my god, that’s perfect!” Debra exclaimed, taking more photos. I tasted Mark’s precum and found I really liked it. As Debra encouraged me, I slowly took more of his cock into my mouth until I felt him hit the back of my throat and gagged. “That’s OK, sweetie,” she said. “I used to gag, too. It takes practice. You’ll learn.” I wasn’t sure what she meant. Next we moved from Debra’s living room into her bedroom. At Debra’s direction, Mark and I lay down on her bed, with me on the bottom. As Debra coached us for her photos, I felt Mark’s cock rub against mine. “That’s great,” she said. “Very realistic.” I started to breathe faster. I even moaned a little. Mark said that made it easier for him to stay hard. When he kissed me, I didn’t try to stop him. In fact, I opened my mouth and nobbled on his tongue. Debra kept taking pictures and telling us what a great job we were doing. Next Debra said she wanted some shots of Mark licking my ass. I got on my knees and I felt Mark’s strong hands spread my ass cheeks. His tongue quickly found my puckered hole. He started on the outside, then I felt his tongue probing my opening. I felt little electric charges radiating from my ass through my entire body. Debra leaned in to get close-up shots. I clutched the pillow and moaned with pleasure. Debra told me to lie on my belly and instructed Mark to lie on my back. I spread my legs apart. I felt his cock rubbing between my ass cheeks, and the sticky moisture of his precum. Suddenly the room seemed very warm. I was panting hard now. I thought about my wife and was really glad I hadn’t told her about the whole thing. “Listen, guys,” Debra said. “This just won’t do for the close-ups. It isn’t convincing. I need you to try just a little actual penetration. Please. I really the shot. Mark, here’s some lube.” Then, to me, “Sweetie, just relax a bit and soon I’ll have what I need.” I nodded; my mouth was too dry to speak. I didn’t know what was happening but I knew I wanted to feel Mark inside me. He put some lube on his finger and worked it into my ass. He was very gentle. I felt a warm sensation and my body trembled. Then he put some lube on the head of his cock. He asked Debra if he should use a rubber but she said the photos would sell for a lot more without it. “Andy, is that OK with you?” he asked. “I guess so,” I answered meekly, without thinking. Then Mark placed the tip of his cock against my butt hole. It stung and I tried to pull away. Debra leaned close, put her hand on mine, and said softly but firmly, “You can do this for me, sweetie.” Mark leaned forward and licked my ear, then told me to kiss him. I did as he said, and our tongues danced together. It was intense and suddenly my back passage opened to him. My body seemed to be responding without my will. I heard myself moan loudly. The warmth and fullness were exquisite, unlike anything I had ever felt before during straight sex. “You like this,” Mark said. I nodded. He went deeper, then deeper still until I felt his public hairs against my butt cheeks. High-pitched, girlish “ah!” sounds came from my mouth. Debra kept snapping pictures. Soon Mark was thrusting in and out. He was grunting and calling me obscene names like “cunt” and “faggot.” I loved how excited he was. “I’m taking your manhood, Andy,” he said, a note of triumph in his voice. He pulled my face to the side and kissed me forcefully. I opened my mouth and let his tongue explore mine. I kept kissing him as I felt him explode inside me. “And now I just bred you and made you my bitch,” he grunted in my ear. It sounded so masculine and sexy when he said this. And then I felt an odd orgasm, tingling throughout my body, and a little cum oozed from my cock. My whole body quivered. It wasn’t like a regular male orgasm at all. Debra was delighted. “That was amazing, boys!” she exclaimed. “I never realized how hot two guys together could be.” As we lay there, breathing hard, our bodies covered with sweat, Mark whispered in my ear, “I would love to see you again.” I said yes without hesitation. Then we kissed, more tenderly. Debra looked at me and said, “Sweetie, I think you may be a fag. And now you even have a boyfriend.” I did not reply. I just lay there. I was too confused. I thought I loved my wife, but this was the best sex I’ve ever experienced. Debra may be right. My wife still doesn’t know about the photos.

So, I need to talk about this in a safe space. I wonder if others of you have started to feel this way recently, and are willing to share your thoughts. (Even if you don't feel this way, I'd love to hear from your as well!) So, since all the COVID and MPX nonsense of the last few years, I'd become very skittish around the idea of just hooking up indiscriminately like I used to. Felt like no one was really worth the risk of either of those diseases - yes, I know that sounds somewhat disingenuous from someone who is HIV+ and an avowed member of the "raw is law" crowd. Initially, I thought after all of the lockdowns were behind us in a few weeks or months, I'd be back in the saddles (or slings) and back to my old cum-loving self... But things didn't really spring back to normal, and we weren't really able to (safely) meet up for this type of stuff for longer than expected. I'll admit that I wound up getting a far bigger porn addiction than anything I'd had previously...it was really my main sexual outlet, outside of the posts and reads on here. Turns out to not be the healthiest addiction out there, and has been a hard one to kick. Over time, though, a funny thing happened... After a while, I found myself spending way too much time on the various tube sites (before some were shut down, or had their content massively purged). As time went on, I found my interests devolving more and more into the more intense aspects of sex and kink videos....got really into watching spanking/CP vids, "home intruder" role plays, etc. My own personal thoughts shifting toward those as well....but unfortunately not being in any position to act on any of this. Eventually, though, things started to shift to a sense of normality...and I managed to indulge in some man-to-man action on occasion. It was, well... ...mediocre, to say the least. Without going into too many specifics, I had a mix of top encounters and bottom ones. Nothing particularly bad; just "meh..." Not to say that the guys were of poor quality; I just felt like I wasn't able to really connect and get into the moment as easily as I used to. I did the first thing many of us would do in those situations and immediately thought that it was something wrong with me. I wasn't good enough, my body wasn't good enough, my technique was no longer good enough - all of those negative emotions that come far too easily. After a few lacklustre experiences, I threw in the towel. I decided against meeting up for any play for a few months until I was able to get into a better mental space. That turned out to be a Pandora's box of emotions, though. All of that negativity came washing back, and created this constant feedback loop that didn't serve to make me feel any better about myself. Eventually, though, that started to turn. While, yes, I do still have those remnants of negativity swashing around my brain, a funny thing happened. I realised that all the time away from mindless action made me think about what it really is that I wanted from my sexual encounters....a deep connection. I'm not saying that I have to fall in love with the man on top of me (or beneath me), but have that kind of intimate, non-verbal desire that is present from that initial moment and building all the way through to the intense climax. Nowadays, when a guy messages me to tell me how many loads he has and if I want to contribute more - I just don't engage. Same goes for guys messaging me to bottom for them, but demand I be blindfolded and pre-loaded - just not my thing any longer. If it's not eye-to-eye, mouth-to-mouth, body-to-body action, it just doesn't stir any desire within me. As a result, the volume of responses I get on the various sites and apps has dropped considerably. While that may sound disheartening, it doesn't really bother me much in reality. Basically, I'd rather wait for a good experience, rather than just the next one. So, yeah...I feel that the seeming trend of cumdumping, gangbanging, and H-n-H sessions just isn't my scene and that I've become a bit of a minority among the bareback brotherhood. There are times where I wonder if I'm alone in this, though I know that's likely not the case. Looking forward to hearing others thoughts and stories here. Bit of a long post from me, but I know through my years on this community that this has been a safe space for me to talk about these sorts of things.

I do feel the sexual landscape has changed. I feel it has for me only because of the men that seek out my services has. For me sex has always been like air. I need it or I feel I may die. I will say the men I have been hooking up with as changed. Prior to hooking up it was about 98% anonymous. I now have more and more fuck buds. Men that after they breed me want to talk more and have a sort of relationship. I find most very interesting and it has made the sex more connected. It may be a new phase I have entered or it may be that men have changed how they serve their needs. Either way it seems like a natural evolution.

We get so many posts on here talking about an intention to go to such-and-such a place, or a plan to attend this-or-that event… but very few subsequent posts describing what it was actually like. Are guys too shy to share their experiences? Are is it just a question of can’t-be-bothered? It’s a shame- coz shared info benefits us all.

I was messaged yesterday by a young guy on grinder He was very close and asked if he could come over 15 minutes later he was here Young Indian guy who just wanted to fuck. He fucked me on stomach on back doggie style he fucked me for 20 minutes till I heard him moan loudly Then he shot a huge load in me he gave me his cell number and I gave him mine he wanted to text me when he was horny so we could fuck. He never mentioned condoms all raw

Totally one of the best! Thanks for posting

Congratulations, LetsPOZBreed. I'm very pleased that you've discovered that there can be a lot more to Breeding than just fucking. Not that "just" fucking isn't fun - it is - I love doing it. But, on those occasions when a *real connection* happens, it's awesome. It doesn't happen every time - or even close to every time we fuck. But, it does happen enough times to make the so-so Breeding worth the while. I can have a great time rutting in Holes in the fuckjoints, and not "connecting" with another man's mind, heart, soul - just with his Hole. That's reason enough for me to hit the fuckjoints/backrooms. But there's little of emotional, spiritual, brotherhood, human-focused value - it's just plain old Lust - and there's nothing wrong with exercising that too. A plain old fuck is like ordering a burger & fries at some restaurant. But being a part of that magical "connection" is like receiving a plate of ambrosia instead; a lovely surprise. Congrats - you "get it" !!!

OMFG!!!! This orgy is amazing! The chemistry between them is awesome. I'd love to play every single role in this vid, and with ALL of them, of course... [think before following links] [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/56473/bareback-orgy-daddy-bears/

Thanks. xxx

I am and always will be a total bottom so I generally prefer my cock left alone. Sometimes to ensure that I am caged, but when I am out and about I always get hard when fucked. I prefer anal stimulation on myself and always feel much better when that is the focus of the Tops interest, and yes I do cum from being fucked. Sometimes its difficult to explain that I really don't like my cock played with. I think this is because for most guys that is the focus of their pleasure so they don't seem to understand I would rather they focus on filling me up. As they take their pleasure I will get mine.

Always one of my favorite authors on this site. Boned as hell. Thanks @1981virginia

This is a super hot story. Definitely want to read more

Part 9 I walked to the other side of the bed, and grabbed lube, poppers and my bag of shards from the drawer. Walking back, I whistled again, “Nice view nephew. You enjoying yourself?” He remained silent as I moved behind him and got on my knees. I opened the poppers and handed them to him. “You ever used these?” When he shook his head, I told him, “Watch.” I showed him how to hit, holding each nostril closed while I hit the other.” I tossed the bottle next to him and told him, “Wait until I tell you. Understand?” He nodded and then added, “Yes, Uncle.” I grabbed the lube and poured some down his spread crack. I lubed up my finger and pressed it to his hole. I saw the grimace and smiled. “You’re going to want to open for my finger. You’re gonna need it.” I kept the pressure up until I breached the hole and slid all the way in. There was a squeal of pain and I asked, “Am I your first?” He glared and grunted, “Yes, uncle.” I smiled and said, “I’m touched that you’ve waited to give me your cherry. You ready for me to take it?” He didn’t answer and I didn’t punish him. “I’ll take that as a no. I’m glad.” I started sliding the finger in and out, his hole loosening a little. I pulled out, applied more lube and held up two fingers. “Gotta spread that hole some more. Bet you’re never this kind to the girls are you? Big dicked straight boy, bet you just pound into them.” I placed my two fingers at his hole and said, “Like this,” and drove them in as hard as I could. This time he couldn’t hold back. He screamed in pain, and tears flew. “No, please. Fuck you.” He immediately saw my face change, the anger come across me. He tried to start a useless apology but I glared at him, pulling my fingers out of his hole. Instead of punishing him through his hole, I saw a better option, two of them in fact. I grabbed his nutsack and squeezed his balls as far down in the sack as they’d go, before pulling it back between his legs. He was already grimacing in pain, probably never having his sack or balls manhandled like that. “Watch your mouth, you’ll regret saying stuff like that. Look at me, boy. Remember you brought this all on yourself. LOOK. AT. ME.” With each word, I gave his sack another tug. I could see several things flash across his face and through his eyes, including pain and anger. “To teach him respect and obedience, without injuring him, I took my other hand and slapped his nuts. It wasn’t as hard as the slaps, but enough to make him cry out in pain. I said nothing as I let go of his sack and kept my eyes locked on his.” At this point, Lamont looked to Jamal, who nodded his head. “I learned, quickly, not to mouth off.” I grabbed my baggie, pulled out a big shard, told him, “I’m going to give you something that will help you take your punishment a little easier. It will hurt going in and then it’s going to burn like a mother fucker. Do or say whatever you want; it ain’t going to help.” I then relubed his hole and my fingers. I placed the shard at his hole, scratched it around as I watched his pain. “Take a deep breath from the bottle, one at each nostril, and hold it.” He did and was able to hold it for 10 seconds. “Release.” As he did, I rammed the shard in deep. I smiled at his reaction as the pain registered and he screamed again at the scrape of the shard entering him. When the burn started, he began crying, begging me to take it out. “This is your fault Jamal. If you had just followed the rules, I wouldn’t have to do this to you. You know what T is?” Through the burn he shook his head. “T? No, please. Meth? Oh go…ohhhh” “There it is. You know what’s up there now don’t you?” All he could do was moan in pleasure. I slid my fingers out. I stayed there watching his hole quiver. I watched as the meth took over his mind. Most shocking? I watched as his cock went from soft to hard, rock hard, in a matter of seconds. “Interesting.” I lightly touched my fingers to his hole and is face immediately snapped up, his eyes a dark shade as he began to whimper. “What’s going on boy? Tell Uncle what’s going on?” He fought the thoughts and feelings coursing through his body. I continued the light rubbing of his hole, watching it opening and closing at my touch. “Noooo…. Please no more…. Oh fuck,” he was now trying to fight. I picked up the bag and grabbed another shard, this one bigger, and showed it to him. “You can have more if you want. You seem to like it. Do you want more, Jamal?” He struggled, trying to fight the need. He began to shake his head and say, “Nooo…” I took hold of his cock. “Doesn’t that feel good, your dick so fucking hard? Your dick likes it. Your hole,” resuming the tickling, “likes it too.” Lamont looked to Jamal, who said, “I had no idea what was going on, other than my dick had never been harder than at that moment. My hole was responding to uncle’s fingers, but I didn’t want anything there. All my nerve endings seemed to be on fire.” “My mind broke, completely, then. I nodded my head.” “What’s that little boy? I couldn’t hear you.” He looked at me and begged, “Please.” “Please? Please what?” “Please, give me more.” “More what? Where?” “Fuuuuuck. Please uncle, give me more meth. Please….” ”Where, boy? Where do you want it? Where do you need it?” ”I watched in wicked glee as his last vestiges of macho pride disintegrated. His face and eyes had betrayed him before the words did.” ”Up… my… a.. ass. I need it up my ass, please.” I smiled and said, “I think you’re ready. Slide back. You want it, you take it.” He never broke eye contact as he slid back. His eyes squinted in pain as the shard scraped as it breached his hole. He slid backwards all the way down my fingers. His eyes flew open as this burn, more intense then the first, started. i found his prostate and shoved the shard right up against, making him fly harder. He tried making sounds, words, but nothing could process. I pulled my fingers out and lubed up my dick. “Keep your eyes on me boy. Watch me turn you out.” I moved into place, the head of my dick at his spasming hole. I took both his hips in my hands, centered him, and began pulling him back as I pushed forward. His eyes spread even wider as, even with the meth, the pain began to register in his brain. He started whimpering, like a good virgin, begging me to stop. “You ever stop when you’re on top? Those girls begging you not to break them open? DO YOU?” He looked at me and just shook his head. I think he fully realized at that moment, there was no stopping me. I was going to break him: his pride, his hole, his manhood. “To his credit, he never relented, never gave in. But he was broken none the less.” He groaned as the big head breached his hole. I looked down, amazed at his virgin hole spread open around my dark cock. He began blubbering incoherent words. I grabbed my phone and took a picture. I reached forward and showed him his hole, spread open by my dick. “Oh god…please.” “Ready boy? I’m going to rearrange those guts.” With that, I began my assault on his hole. I kept a steady push inward, enjoying the pain and fear in his face and eyes as I pushed forward constantly. When I felt I was in as deep as he could take on his virgin tour, I pulled back and pressed in. “Look at me baby boy. I’m going to go easy on you this first time, but know this. This is just the beginning. That hole is mine, when I want it and where I want it. Understood?” He nodded and, without needing to be told, said, “Yes, uncle.” I slid in and out, resisting the urge to really pound him, until I felt my climax coming. “I’m going to shoot my load baby boy. You want it don’t you? Up that tight ass. Tell me what you want.” “Noooo, please, don’t shoot in me.” “Too. Fucking. Bad,” I bellowed, blowing my first load in him. “Over the next few hours, I pumped four more loads in him. By the end, he begged for it. Didn’t you, baby boy.” Still looking up at Lamont, “Yes I did uncle.”

Chapter 2 I pulled up outside Brad’s flat. There was a dim light on that I could see through the blinds. I locked the car and walked up to the door. As I was about to knock the door swung open. He must have been watching me approach, though I hadn’t seen him at the window. I walked in, the door closing behind me. Brad was there in a dark coloured bathrobe. ‘Follow me ‘ he calmly said in his deep voice, barely more than a whisper. I felt compelled to do as I was told , almost as though it was an order. He made his way into the lounge area. There was low mood lighting, and the brightest light came from the large flat screen tv on the wall. It showed a smooth sexy twink being barebacked by a hunk of an older guy. My cock rose to semi hardness straight away. Brad opened his robe and I could see a large cock, probably 7 ins long at least and thick. I had not seen a cock like it outside of a porn flick. He had a furry chest and there was a glint of metal at one of his nipples. I could see tattoos as well, a tribal design around the upper part of his chest. ‘ Strip to your boxers’ he growled. I quickly complied before he turned me round and viewed what he saw. I was sporting a boner now. His hand went down the back of my boxers and he slid a finger down the crack of my cheeks, seeking out my hole. ‘come here … on your knees’ I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too. I sank to my knees and took his cock. I licked the shaft before swallowing the end. I had only ever given a couple of blow jobs before , and never to completion , a few years previously when just fooling around with a guy. Nothing like this. I started playing with my cock as I sucked Brads thick member. ‘suck my balls’ Brad whispered . I came off the shaft and sucked one of his balls into my mouth. It was just a natural reaction. I was loving it. I looked up and saw more tattoos in his shaved pubic area. There was a star at one side and a scorpion at the other, again in a tribal design. They looked in keeping with the rest of his body ink and I thought nothing more of it. ‘im going to teach you all you will need to know. Have you a girlfriend?’ I nodded as Brads cock was back in my mouth. ‘Does she know you suck cock?’ I shook my head. ‘Good! Let’s keep it that way for the time being. In time you will want to tell her you are a cock sucking faggot , but for now we will keep that under wraps’ . I carried on wanking the cock in front of me. ‘this is lesson one, you will be swallowing my cum shortly. You will then leave quietly and message me when you want lesson two. I know that will be soon, you’re a natural.’ I was still rubbing my own cock but I wanted to taste my first cum load, so I went to town on Brads cock. I was so fucking horny I couldn’t explain it. ‘ Here it comes boy, don’t spill a drop’ Brads cum hit the back of my throat and I desperately tried to swallow it all. He must have been saving up a few days worth as I nearly gagged as I swallowed. I licked his shaft clean and wiped his cock on my face as I had seen it the porn flicks. ‘Dress and go ‘ Brad ordered, the sound on the porn flick now filling the room as the twink was getting a pounding. ‘thank you’ I mumbled as I dressed, and slipped out of the flat. My cock was still hard, I hadn’t cum. I got quietly in the car and drove off into the night, desperate to replay the events in my head . I got home, stripped and played with my cock until I could came , imagining lesson two. I was hooked. I needed to learn more! to be continued …….

Not Entirely My Story. I took a great story and took it the next level with strong POZ overtones. If this is not allowed in this FORUM. Please allow me to delete and carry on. Girlfriend's Brother Pozzes ME While She Is At Work. I had gone over to my girlfriend's house and we were to go to see an afternoon movie and then to dinner. Amy's brother Andy informed me that she was called into work until 4 because her manager was sick. Andy was just about ready to go swimming and he asked me if I'd like to join him. I started to decline as I didn't have a swimsuit and I told him so. He told me that had a few extra swimsuits and we went to his bedroom. All he had were Speedos and I was a little shy about wearing them. He finally talked me into it and while I chose the pair I wanted, and in a flash he was already changing, unashamed, as he undressed before me. He had a great body and I was a little taken aback by the fact that I had noticed such a thing. What really intrigued me was a biohazard tattoo he had right above his long thick cock. Amy had always said he was the black sheep of the family and they always spoke in hushed tones about whenever a non-family member was in earshot. I had no clue what it was other than he was more likely gay, but that did not bother me…all that much. I undressed slowly, hoping he would go on out without me and let me change in private, but he did not. I turned away from him slightly, but I could feel his gay eyes up my straight ass as I stood there naked. I turned briefly to snatch the Speedos from his bed, and I'm sure he got a look at my cock. Strangely, I stiffened at the thought. After dressing, we went to the pool and swam and tanned for about 2 hours. We wrestled a little in the pool and I felt his hand graze my package a few times. Each time letting it linger there a bit longer than the time before. I stiffened, again. "Amy should be home in about another hour," he said. "What do you want to do to kill time?" I told him I didn't know, but I definitely wanted to change first. "Do you need to shower or do you just want to dry off?" he asked. I told him I'd like a shower. This gave me an excuse to change in the bathroom, and maybe take care of this half a boner I had going on. When I got inside I realized I had a slight problem. I had tied the string in the Speedos in a knot, and I could not get it out. I told Andy and he happily agreed to help get the knot out. On his knees, his hands working only inches from my cock, he got the knot out in about 5 minutes. But not without incident, though. His hands occasionally brushed my cock and it reacted to his gentle touching, even if it was by another guy. He saw and felt my hardening cock and said, "Is it wanting Amy?" I just smiled, embarrassed. He got to his feet and asked for the Speedos, as he was headed for the laundry room. "Can I bring them after I take my shower?" I asked. He said, "I don't want to make two trips." I hesitated, and he asked, "Embarrassed by your body? Don't be." He took his Speedos off to show me that there was nothing to i exposing his biohazard tat again. "Well?" I took them off and handed them to him. "Thanks," he said, then kissed me. As he held me I felt his cock stiffen against mine. His cock was getting hard and so was mine. "Does Amy give head? I do," he said, and he stroked my cock my rock hard cock. He stopped, turned, and went to his bedroom. "Joining me?" he asked. I don't know why I did it, but I followed him. I followed him down the hall to Amy’s room. When I walked into the room where I had fucked his sister countless times. He was lying on her bed and I laid down next to him with his hard 8 inch cock pointing straight up. He rolled over and kissed me, then his lips began kissing my neck, chest, nipples, stomach, and then found my crotch. His right hand was between my legs playing with my ass as he licked my balls and cock. I thought I was going to cum before he started sucking me off. Pre-cum appeared at the head of my cock and he carefully licked it off. Then he started to take me down, little by little, until he'd swallowed it all. His sister did give head, but not like this. He was great and the apprehension I had was now gone. I could feel the orgasm coming, my cock ready to explode. His fingers slowly explored my hole with one and two fingers. He knew I was about to cum, too, and he removed his mouth and stroked my cock as my wad shot all over my stomach. I thought he was like his sister, a non-swallower, but he licked all my cum off my body while he slipped a second finger into my ass. Andy laid next to me, and I told him that he gave great head. He held my hand, then led it to his crotch. It felt odd having someone else's cock in my hand. "I want to get a nut, too," he said. "Are you going to blow me or am I going to have to fuck you in the ass?" I decided to go down on him, and I did it directly. No wasting time licking his balls or cock. I didn't really know what I was doing or if it was correct, but Andy was moaning, so I kept it up. He was doing most of the work, his hand on the back of my head, his hips thrusting, much like what I did to his sister. Suddenly, he pulled his cock from my mouth and shot his wad all over my face. He kissed me and licked it off. He got up and got a jar of Vaseline from his dresser. "I thought I made it clear I didn't want to be fucked," I told him. "No," he said. "I want you to fuck me," and he lubed up my cock. He was on all fours, waiting for me to enter him. Even with the lubricant, his ass was tighter than Amy's pussy. It felt so good. It was odd. I could feel my balls occasionally slapping his balls as I pumped, and when I came, I came inside him. "That was great," he said. "Getting fucked is better than fucking because of the stimulating of the prostate. Plus, I got a gift for you!" I looked at him quizzically, but he just ignored me and pushed me on my back. He lifted my legs, fingered and ate my ass. He had me moaning in seconds. I felt myself get close to cumming. He leaned in and kissed me with tongue exploring my mouth. He said that was hot as he leaned down and took my cock into his mouth and sucked me and cleaned me off. I was still horned up when he pushed a finger into my ass. I jumped at the invasion, but it quickly felt good. He looked me in the eye. “We have an hour. I want to give you my gift” he said meekly as he pushed a 2nd finger into my hole. I gasped and begged him for his seed. In a flash, he had his cock lightly lubed and as he slowly withdrew his fingers he pushed his thick cock into me. I felt so full, but it felt so good. I soon felt his trimmed pubes against my balls. He had all of his 8 inch cock in me. He pistoned his meaty cock deep into my ass. I begged for his seed. “Ask for my gift” he insisted. I wondered what he meant, but I begged him for his present. “I want your gift,” I exclaimed as he slapped my ass hard. He jackhammered his raw cock in my ass. I was breathless. I held my legs up from behind my knees. I try to spread them as wide as possible to give him all the access he needed or wanted. “Give me the gift” thinking I was asking for his seed. He jackhammered my hole. I could feel myself wanting to pee. He was hitting the spot in my cunt that I had never felt before. He buried all 8 inches of his poz cock into my hole. He shouted out that he was pozzing my faggot hole. I came all over us. I never came hard in my life. I literally shot cum over my face hitting the headboard of the bed. We both laughed at my eruption. He laughed as he bred me. We were so entrenched in our love making that we did not hear the front door open and in the doorway was Amy with her fingers in her panties watching her brother breed me. I could feel his cock expand, pulse and shoot his tainted load into my virgin ass. I laid there breathless as Andy’s cock retreated from my soon to be pozzed hole. When Andy rolled off he saw his sister fingering herself. “I guess we pozzed another one huh sis” he quipped. I heard two things that made my eyes pop open in a flash. The fact Amy was watching us and he had just pozzed me. I tried to cover myself up, but I realized my clothes were in Andy’s room. I tried to rationalize what just happened and did Andy say “pozzed another one”. I asked him what he meant, and that is when Amy spoke up. “Yeah, we are both poz you see those notches in the bed post” I looked at the notched post there were at least 15 on her bedpost. She said, “there is one for every boy that Andy and I have pozzed in the last 2 years. Ever since, we had a 3sum with our poz daddy and he pozzed us both.” “our goal from that day on has been to poz as many straight acting fag boys like you” she said matter of factly. I slumped my head knowing she was right. I had been secretly craving cock for a while. I just needed a push out the door. I reached over touching Andy’s face and thanked him for his gift. I climbed back on the bed on all fours and asked him to fuck me doggy to make sure it took. Amy grabbed her dildo and sat in her chair and watched her brother breed her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend with another poz load. Wouldn't you know it, he was right. That statement got me curious and I let him fuck me. Afterwards, we showered together, toweled each other off, and then kissed. He grabbed my cock and whispered, "I'll let you know when she works again," and I enjoyed my relationship with him as much as with Amy. Do you think I should do a part two? Let me know what you think. Feedback is greatly appreciated so is hot chat. Joey I am a bareback slut who is surprised he is not poz yet

If a bottom tells a top to stop, and the top does not. At that point it is no longer consensual. I'm sorry but this shitty way of thinking that a sub/bottom must not ever tell a top to stop and to not pull out is ridiculous. Stop means stop.

Why do we attempt to codify something as natural as sex? Dogs don't have a code of conduct for fucking...why do we need one? Am I missing something? If people want or expect a specific type of interaction then I would think that would be left to the institution or the bricks and mortar facility to codify the rules of their membership. Humans would then have to find a corresponding "club" that promotes their shared ideals. Otherwise, it's sex and whatever happens, happens.

Understand you completely. I've never been into anon sex, or random encounters but lately I'm realizing that emotionless sex for me is also meaningless. Not only in real life but also reading stories here, from when I started to read BZ fictions I turn on mostly reading when there is a sort of emotional connection among characters - not necessarily love; almost finding boring stories with guys taking cum for the sake of it, without remembering who, what and when. I think life goes through phases: now we need this. Has the pandemic caused it all? Maybe yes, maybe not, talking about me I can say I feel like this because I'm currently in love. Or, without going too deep... I'm step by step coming close to my 50th birthday. 2025 is just behind the door, so, what should I look for, again? I feel to have everything, and random sex gives me nothing.

**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 The next morning, Jeff woke up late. He had slept well and hadn't woken up once. The first thing he thought about was the night's events in the steam room. He pushed his finger into his hole, which felt swollen. Jeff's finger sank easily into the slippery and open hole. Jeff smelled and tasted his finger, it smelled and tasted intoxicating. Jeff opened his cell phone and took a picture of his swollen hole and sent it on Whats app to Burt. He thanked for yesterday and that they had hinted about the sauna. Burt immediately responded with a gif depicting his surprise. Burt wrote that he was confused as to what naughty beast they had unleashed. Burt also managed that either Jeff has made an account on Grindr. He gets good pictures from the pictures taken yesterday. Jeff had completely forgotten that Burt and Jack had filmed him during yesterday's session. Jeff opened the pictures and was dumbfounded. In the gallery there were dozens of pictures, in which Burt's and Jack's cocks were alternately in Jeff's ass. Jeff's face was clearly visible in most of the pictures and Jeff had a very enjoying face in them. There were pictures of Jeff on the bed on all fours with a cock in his ass, pictures of him on his back with his feet up to the ceiling, his feet on men's shoulders, his legs pressed to his chest. Jeff couldn't even remember in which of all the positions Jack and Burt had fucked him. The last ones were pictures of Jeff's hole, which was filled with sperm. Horny, Jeff downloaded the app and created an account. Logged in and started filling in his information and uploading pictures. As a profile picture, he took a picture of just his face while lying on the bed in the hotel room. About Me: "Nice, lean, athletic runner looking for fun. I'm 100% bottom and want to feel you inside me. No loads refused." Jeff sent the account link to Burt on whats app and took a shower. When Jeff got out of the shower, Burt had sent several messages to Jeff. Burt said that almost everyone doesn't show their own face on the app, so it was a surprise that Jeff had uploaded both a face picture and pictures from last night showing Jeff's face. But he believes it will certainly increase Jeff's market value. Jeff hadn't thought of the whole thing in his heat. It had also been busy in the grinder. Jeff's profile had had a lot of visitors and the men had given a lot of flames and purple devils. Jeff asked Burt what these purple devils means. "Probably they'd like to get in your hole," said Burt. Jeff clicked purple demons back to everyone who clicked him. After that, he started going through the messages he received. All had the same basic idea. "Looks like we are in the same hotel. When would suit you. I can come to your room, put your room number OR my room is XXX come whenever you want." "This can't be that easy," thought Jeff. This non-inhibition puzzled Jeff. The men were willing to fuck without any additional information or dating wishes. The main thing seemed to be to get to the top. Jeff put his own room number in the first messager's message. A couple of seconds later, Jeff received a text saying that the man would be there in a moment. Jeff was not prepared for such a quick reaction, so he in hurry put on the jockstraps he got yesterday and tidied up his bed a bit. After a couple of minutes there was a knock on the door. Jeff opened the door and there stood a man about 30 years old who entered the room and closed the door behind him. The man kissed Jeff on the mouth and rubbed Jeff's ass with his hand. The man pushed Jeff towards the bed and turned Jeff onto his stomach on the bed. The man stuck his tongue in Jeff's ass and at the same time started to untie the belt of his pants. Jeff heard the man drop his pants and get on top of Jeff on the bed. Jeff felt the hot cock on his ass and spread his hands over his buttocks. With a steady thrust, the man's cock began to push inside Jeff. Jeff soon felt the man's pubic hair on his ass. The man started fucking Jeff and praised how good Jeff's ass felt. The man fucked Jeff for at least half an hour. Sometimes louder and sometimes slower. Finally, the man asked where Jeff wants the sperm. "inside," said Jeff and at the same time he felt mans cock throbbing inside him. The man seeded Jeff and collapsed onto Jeff. After a moment the man pulled out of Jeff, got up and pulled his pants back on. "Thanks, this was good. Are you here all week. We could see you another time," said the man and headed for the door. The man was gone. They hadn't even introduced themselves to each other.

it's so tiny, thats so hot fuck.

To clarify, the next chapter isn't the end, but I do hope to wrap it up at some point. At this point, you've read about 260 pages of story.

I was thinking the same thing. It is great to do things as a couple, but it should result in neglecting one's own health.

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Chapter 24 The ones that were hidden in a box in the garage covered with some old news papers. His heart rate about doubled. He spent many nights jerking off to those mags and here was one of the women in front of him. As she opened the robe he hadn’t noticed that she had black nylons on. He ample thigh came into view first. She wasn’t fat but what might be called full body. She wasn’t the petite little girl that his girlfriend was. She seductively pulled the robe from her shoulders and for the first time he go a closer look at what would have been a wet dream when he was younger. She had on a black bra that showed off her C or D size breasts. He wasn’t sure. She also had on a black garter belt and nylons. Lastly she had on black satin panties. As she turned around to put her robe on a near by chair he got a good look at her ass. The Panties framed her buttocks perfectly, It covered almost half her cheeks. It hid enough to really crank up his imagination. He looked at her apple ass and though about sinking his now throbbing and painful cock in the ass, hearing her whimper like a bitch in heat, like he did when the guys plowed his ass. He wanted to piss in that ass, pass along anything that might still be in his piss into her. He wanted to get his girlfriend into that but hadn’t gotten that far yet. She walked over to him and rubbed her crotch in his face. He could smell her womanhood and it was like pouring gas on a fire. With all he had in him he hadn’t only came once and was more than ready to preform on this cougar. She was going to be his cougar soon enough and he thought he was going to have her for his. He didn’t know that she had other ideas for him but soon enough he would star to find out. She knelt down in front of him and pulled his shorts off in one quick motion. This took him off guard since no one had done this to him and he was surprised. Of course, this was the first woman he had been with and she knew that was going on. In the past with girls he had been with they would never do that and guys would rip them off he didn’t take them off first. She got her first look at his super hard cock. It was dripping precum with the excitement. She thought it was because of her but that was only part of it. She fondled it’s length, examining the mushroom head and playing with his balls, that were doing double time producing cum in the sack. She started to lick it like a lollipop. She could see that he was about to pop and wanted to make sure he would be hard for a while. She stood up and walked over to phone and called someone. His cock was harder than before and needed to release that over heated load. He started slowly stroking his cock while watching her just like he did when he was younger. She saw that and slapped his hands away, she said “ There will be none of that baby, We’ll take of that in a little bit. From now on I own this cock “. He had a puzzled look on his face when she said the work ‘ we’ll ‘ , almost like more than the two of them, but in his present condition it didn’t matter that much. There was knock at the door. She got up and walked to open answer the door. He was a bit annoyed as he really wanted to get to making her his bitch. He didn’t know why, but, he was struck with a mean streak. He watched her as she walked to the door. That ass was bigger than his girlfriend’s, it wasn’t flabby, just nice and round. Those black satin panties were framing some of the cheeks and it was an intoxicating site. He wanted to get in that ass and wreck it. If she was going to blackmail him, she would know the cost. He hadn’t fucked a girl’s ass the, only guys that wanted it but he knew he wanted to hear the high pitch squealing when his cock split open a hole to gain the ultimate access. He couldn’t understand the feelings he felt, he was usually passive but now something was driving him. She walked back in with a guy following her. He looked to be older than her. He wasn’t sure what was going on. He said “ She called me and wanted me to come over and help her and bring this also”. He handed him a blue pill and told him to take it. He added “ She and I play together once in a while. Believe me, you’re going to need this to keep up with her sex drive “.

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Sitting in Avatar 2 and get a Grindr message from a 22 year old no pic profile title “I need head”. Asks if I’m in the movies, said he was too. To meet him in the bathroom. He let me in his stall. Totally hot tatted, hairy, cubby, straight looking guy. Already hard as a rock, great cock. Took about two minutes to drain his load down my throat. Back sitting in my movie with a he taste of his cum in my mouth. Was so hot and unexpected.

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.

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.”

I love watching guys do it, but too much becomes too overwhelming for my taste.

For the OP: I am strongly pro-PrEP, but I can understand the concern you have. If your relationship is currently closed, saying that you want to be on PrEP is almost like saying "I plan to open this relationship back up, whether or not we actually discuss it". Or, if his insecurities run another direction, it might be like saying "He thinks I'm going to cheat on him and end up infecting him." If your relationship is currently open, and you haven't discussed PrEP, it sounds like he expects you to use condoms outside the relationship. Either way: People in a relationship need to be able to talk about things like this. If you can't, that's a sign of a bigger problem than whether you should be on PrEP or not.

Chapter 8: The Addition The research continued over the next few weeks, during breaks between work, road trips, swimming, dining out, and sex. Make that the next few months. They’d branched out into all kinds of archival material: diaries, letters, postcards, baptismal certificates, anything they could get their hands on. There were a couple of tricky spots. One was the day when Dean tripped, quite by accident, over a letter between two siblings, discussing their respective abilities. The letter, though, also verified that a daughter and a son of one of the family’s sons had demonstrated shifting ability. At this point, they realized that they’d been running all along on a false presumption that only the female side of the family could transmit the phenomenon. They’d been faked out by the odd circumstance that none of the men in Deidra’s relatively small family line had ever managed to father any children. Now that they realized that the men could pass it on as well, the problem suddenly swelled to truly alarming dimensions. It was after that discovery that Dean and Joey decided they had better enlist both Dayna and Deidra to help them out. Once again, there was an all-hands-on-deck family meeting, which the boys hosted at their place, partly to celebrate the installation of their new in-ground pool and hot tub. “As a supplement to the pool at the club, not a replacement for it,” Joey earnestly explained, to chuckles from the others. Once Dean explained how the entire research project had suddenly gone out of control, Dayna and Deidra immediately volunteered to help. However, it was a bit trickier for Deidra as Ross still wasn’t in the know, and she didn’t want to be caught working on it if he walked in unexpectedly. Dayna suggested a little dodge, based on the fact that her office at work had an adjoining office within the suite which was unused. She created a fictitious position for her mother, forged a letter of appointment, and then had Deidra explain to Ross how she really wanted to get back into the world of work to occupy her time, and how Dayna had mentioned to her a job vacancy at her company that Deidra could well qualify for. So equipped, Deidra “landed the job” with no trouble, and was then able to work at full steam and in privacy on the project. To avoid any awkward questions, she used her own phone connection to create a link for her laptop. After about half a year, the “Gang of Four” had succeeded in running down the names, dates, and present residences (where applicable) for about nine-tenths of Nora Ludlow’s descendants. It was at this point that Dean started pushing for some sort of mass communication to all living members of the clan. The other three immediately jumped on that idea and shot it down, reasoning that if the four of them were nervous about letting any outsiders know about them, all these others could be expected to be just as much so. That thumbs-down seemed to stall the whole effort. But it was right at this critical juncture that fate intervened again, and in a most unexpected manner. Deidra was looking over the pages and pages of information one day, and suddenly stopped and went back. “What is it, Mom?” “Dean, nothing much – just a really weird and unusual spelling of a name.” “Let’s see.” “Jass… Jays….” Dean went white. “Jaysen Macaleister.” “Okay, Dean, I can see by your face that there’s a story here – probably a good one. Tell.” “Mom, he’s a member of the country club. And gay. And he’s been after me almost ever since the first day I went there.” “Uh-huh. But did he catch you?” “Mom, don’t go there.” Joey intervened, sniggering. “Who, Jason? Yep, he got Dean all right – or Dean got him, not sure which. I don’t know enough details on that one yet.” “Joey, I’ll thank you not to stick your two cents worth in about those kinds of personal details with my mother.” But Dean was laughing as hard as the others. “Dean, your face is turning into a very vivid sunset colour,” Joey ribbed him. “But what brought Jason into the conversation?” “This, Joey.” Deidra beckoned Joey over and showed him the paper. Joey glanced at it for a moment and then laughed delightedly. “No way! The Big Jay is one of the family too?” He moved, looking closer over Deidra’s shoulder at the paper – and then his eyes opened wide. “Is that how you spell it?” “Apparently, yes – or so he’s always claimed.” “Dean, this is hilarious!” Joey couldn’t stop chortling in delight. Dean replied in a flat monotone, with a completely deadpan face. “I’m just dying with laughter. Can’t you tell?” “But seriously! That drunken oaf, clumsy galoot, wannabe sex god is our cousin?” “So it would seem, Joey. But this gives me an idea. I just need some time to think how best to approach it, but I bet we can get Jaysen to give himself away, and then we can bring him onboard and get him to tell us about his family. Then we can use that leverage to find out about more and more other people, just by branching out, one by one, from that starting point. Now, here’s what I need you to do.” “Me? Why me?” “Because you’re sweet and innocent and cute as a button and sexy as hell – and totally convincing too. It worked on me, it should work on Jaysen just as well.” A week later, during Dean’s absence from home on a business trip, Joey used his day off, a Friday, to go into town and have a good long swim and lie-in-the-sun at the country club. He looked like he was sleeping, but all the time he was scanning the surroundings under his lowered eyelids. He could hardly miss Jaysen because every time he looked that way, Jaysen was looking at him with that lean and hungry look that said, loud and clear, I wanna fuck with you. Joey had to admit that he wasn’t averse to the idea – Jaysen was a good deal better looking than he deserved to be, considering how much time he spent knocking back drinks in the bar. When Joey finally got up to go into the locker room and change for dinner, Jaysen was right behind him. As he walked past Jaysen towards the showers, Joey made sure to slow down to a casual saunter, not looking at Jaysen, but giving him a good eyeful of Joey’s firm, round ass. By the time Joey finished his shower, Jaysen was nowhere in sight. Probably jerking off in the toilet by now, Joey thought, and chuckled to himself. He headed up to the club dining room and nodded to the host, saying “For one, please.” Just as he said that, he saw Jaysen sitting at a table by the window, alone. “On second thoughts,” Joey said to the host, “I’m going to join that gentleman by the window.” He walked over to the table, placed his hand on the second chair, and said, “Excuse me. May I join you for dinner?” Jaysen looked up, glanced around as if looking for Dean, and then said, “Sure.” As soon as they’d given their orders to the server, Jaysen leaned over and said quietly, “So, where’s your hotshot boyfriend tonight?” “Out of town on business.” “Does he mind you going and having dinner with other guys?” “No. We understand each other fine.” Jaysen was going right where Joey needed him to go. “I just wondered, Jamie….” “Joey.” “Sorry, Joey. I wondered because I don’t think I’ve ever seen you apart since you moved in with him… sorry, I shouldn’t assume.” “It’s okay. And you’re quite right. We do live together.” From there on, the conversation unfolded along pretty predictable lines, and more in keeping with the normal social atmosphere of the country club. As they were wrapping up their meal, Jaysen asked, “Care to join me for a nightcap?” “The lounge?” “I was thinking of my place. Not too far away.” “Okay.” Joey had a hard time not to laugh at how Jaysen thought he was playing it so cleverly – when, in reality, he was the one being played. But he was also having a bit of a hard time in another way as he actually found Jaysen’s body sexy -- if you could ignore his clumsy attempts at being a smooth operator. Joey figured that he would at least enjoy some hot fun and at the same time find out what they needed to know. Fifteen minutes later they were seated on a sofa, facing a spectacular view over the harbour from Jaysen’s penthouse condo. The sky was colouring with an eye-catching sunset, the lights were coming on along the waterfront, and the ice in the glasses was tinkling as they sipped their gin and tonics – made with a premium gin and very deluxe tonic imported from the Netherlands. Jaysen definitely knew how to do life on a grand scale. As Joey was thinking that, Jaysen’s arm landed across his shoulders, and the hand curled gently, drawing Joey closer to him. Joey put his glass down and turned to Jaysen. “You don’t have to be so subtle. I told you that Dean and I were okay with each other doing things like this.” With that, Jaysen pulled Joey right in and began kissing him with full tongue. Joey responded with a will, and their making out got very hot and heavy, very quickly. In just a minute or two, Joey had his fingers locked into Jaysen’s belt buckle and was undoing it, while Jaysen was busily removing Joey’s tie and undoing his shirt. When Joey tugged on the waistband, Jaysen lifted his hips and the trousers slid down, revealing an impressive and already wet bulge in his briefs. Then Jaysen returned his attention to Joey, sliding his shirt back and off his shoulders. Jaysen immediately leaned in and began sucking and teasing Joey’s nipples, and Joey responded with a gratifying moan – his nipples had always been one of his hot-trigger zones. Then Jaysen lifted his head and said, “Come on, let’s go to the bedroom.” He stood up, kicked his trousers aside, and began undoing his shirt as Joey followed him down the hall. When they arrived, Joey got his own trousers off quickly, and then attacked Jaysen’s shirt buttons. Very soon, the two of them were naked except for their briefs, with their bulges rubbing against each other and the wet stains spreading rapidly. Joey knew from what Dean had told him that Jaysen loved being the submissive bottom, so he gave Jaysen a hearty push, sending him sprawling on his back across the bed. Joey leapt right on top of him, pinning him down and resuming the hot kissing as his hand grasped Jaysen’s bulge and squeezed it firmly. Jaysen moaned aloud. Joey slid down, grasped Jaysen’s briefs and tugged them down, and Jaysen’s cock sprang to attention, trailing a thread of precum. Once he’d gotten the briefs right off, Joey went down on Jaysen’s rigid, wet dick, thoroughly enjoying the sweet taste of the precum, and the moans that floated down from Jaysen’s mouth as he sucked that tool deep into his throat. After a minute, he let his free hand slide down below, playing with Jaysen’s balls, then tickling and stroking his taint, and finally sliding right down and teasing his hole. Joey wasn’t entirely surprised, after what Dean had told him, when that hole quickly opened up and let him slide his finger in. After another minute or two of sucking and finger-fucking, Joey pulled back, fell down on his back beside Jaysen, and snapped, “Here. Get on this.” Jaysen scrambled up and leaned over, sucking Joey’s cock deep between his lips. Joey was pleasantly surprised to find out that the clumsy, incompetent (as he had thought) Jaysen was actually a top-notch cocksucker, lavishing some very impressive skills on Joey’s tool. But Joey had something else in mind too, and he growled at Jaysen to “swing your legs around here so I can finger your ass some more.” Jaysen obediently complied, and in no time Joey had two fingers reaming and twisting around in that hole, while Jaysen’s mouth continued doing a virtuoso number on Joey’s cock. It was time. Joey pushed Jaysen off his cock and down onto his face, with his beautiful ass sticking enticingly up into the air. Joey scrambled up onto his knees, and bent down, planting his face into the crack and working up and down that ass with his tongue, licking the crack, teasing the hole, kissing the cheeks, and finally plunging his tongue right inside Jaysen and tongue-fucking him with great energy. By now, Jaysen was moaning nonstop, and talking up a storm, really more than Joey ideally liked, but plainly getting fully in the mood. At last he said, “Aw, fuck, get your cock inside me. I want to feel that big hard dick plowing my hole deep and seeding me. Come on, Joey, fuck me now!” Joey, never the man to say “no” to an invitation like that, got in between Jaysen’s legs, forcing them farther apart, and then leaned down, planting his cock against that pretty hole. “You want my dick?” “Fuck, yeah!” “Beg for it.” “Fuck, man, please, I need that cock in me. I need you to shove it in, plow me deep and hard, and fill me up with your cock and your load. Fuck me now, please! Fuck me and breed me!” Joey clapped his hand over Jaysen’s mouth to stop the dialogue and at the same moment pushed his hips forward and down, his cock breaking through the ring and into Jaysen’s hole while Jaysen quivered and tried to yell – but only an inarticulate roar came out. Joey kept working his cock deeper and deeper until he was all the way inside. He then planted his hands against Jaysen’s shoulders and began pulling and pushing, sliding out and driving back in as Jaysen rolled his hips and worked his ass muscle on the cock inside him. Joey again revised his earlier estimate, realizing that Jaysen was a very experienced and top-notch bottom who fully knew how to give his fucker a great ride. Jaysen was having very similar thoughts, although his were more along the lines of surprise that such a slim, boyish-looking guy could turn out to be such a masterful, strong-willed top man. Joey was pounding hard into Jaysen now, hard and deep, going right to the bottom on every stroke and making plenty of noise as his hips kept slapping up against Jaysen’s firm and nicely rounded ass cheeks. Joey knew that it was just a question of time, and not very much time at that, so he pulled out. “Roll over,” he commanded, and Jaysen complied, turning onto his back and lifting his legs in one smooth movement. Joey moved in, pointed his cock at the target, and slid back inside, now getting to enjoy the spectacle of Jaysen’s expressive face as he got pounded deep and hard. In fact, it was the sight of that face contorting itself in spasms of ecstasy which told Joey that Jaysen was about ready to blow – and that he should speed it up himself. Jaysen was stroking his cock at top speed as Joey pounded quickly and forcefully into him, and his voice was uttering a nonstop stream of “ohfucks” until suddenly his face screwed right up, his voice froze on a single loud wail, and a stream of cum leapt out of his cock, splattering across his face and pecs. A second shot flew almost as far, and four or five more followed, splattering his cum all across his tightly clenched abs. Joey felt those muscle spasms grabbing at his cock, and instinctively speeded up his fucking motions even more. It took him another minute and then his own face seized up in a tight knot, he yelled “Fuck!”, and his cock spurted a half a dozen big shots of cum deep inside Jaysen’s hole. As the contractions of his muscles finally slowed down, Joey fell across Jaysen’s body, cock still buried in his ass, and they began kissing and hugging while they both recovered their breath after that epic orgasm. After a few more minutes, they separated, and lay side by side. At last, Joey turned towards Jaysen, leaning up on his elbow. “Jaysen, I want to tell you something. I don’t know why this is so, but I just have a feeling that I can trust you with this, that you’re a safe person for me to take into my confidence. I’ve got a really weird secret to share with you, but I need you to promise solemnly to keep it to yourself.” “Of course, Joey. You can trust me.” “Okay, I said I was going to tell you, but it’s more a case of showing you.” “All right.” Joey closed his eyes for a second and vanished, reappearing instantly across the room by the door to the walk-in closet and bathroom. Jaysen stared around. “Over here, Jaysen.” Just as Jaysen focused in on him, Joey vanished again, popping back into view on the bed. “Wow, Jaysen, you don’t even look surprised.” “Well, Joey, there is a reason for that.” As he said that, Jaysen instantly changed from a red-haired, young, fair-skinned man of thirty or so into a huge black muscle daddy, looking about fifty years old, well over six feet tall, and well over ten inches in the one dimension that mattered most. A moment later, he changed back again. “Fuck, that guy was one eye-catching stud! I haven’t had much experience with dicks that size, but I’d love to try anyway.” It was plain that Joey had forgotten for the moment all about his painful encounter on the cruise ship. Jaysen laughed. “If only.” “Embodying your own biggest sexual fantasy?” “How did you guess?” They laughed together. Then Joey had another question. “What about the rest of your family?” “Oh, does it run in families?” Jaysen was trying, not very successfully, to look innocent. “Very much so.” Jaysen sighed, perhaps a bit in relief. “Okay, I admit it. I got it from my dad. He did the same thing as you. One sister moves things around, the other one moves other people but not herself.” “So, what about your mother? Does she know?” “If she does, she’s kept quiet. But I wouldn’t be surprised. She knew that I was gay even before I did. I wouldn’t be surprised if she knew all about this but didn’t say so. Mothers just know.” “I couldn’t say about that. I don’t know who my mother was.” “Adopted?” “Yes.” The monosyllable was bitten off in a way that made it plain, even to Jaysen, that further inquiry along those lines would not be welcome. So Jaysen asked another question. “So, what about Dean? Is he aware of it?” Joey smiled. “Oh, yes. He’s one of us too. His power is the same as mine.” “How on earth did you find another one? I’ve been trying, with no luck at all. I wouldn’t even dare try to get into a relationship with a guy who wasn’t one. Can you imagine if I lost it for a second and turned into a giant while I was fucking him?” “I can’t imagine personally, but I’m sure there’s a good porn movie in there somewhere.” They both laughed, and then Jaysen went on. “If you want to know, here’s something else I’ve never told anyone before, but anyone. This whole business, and this hidden power to change my shape, this is why I’ve gotten so much into the booze. I mean, it’s partly because what the fuck else is there to do when you can’t risk getting involved and don’t want to – and partly because being drunk and rude all the time is a great way to scare guys off.” Joey felt his heart going out to Jaysen. This guy had wasted some of the best years of his life in a bar, because he hadn’t been able to figure out any other way to play the weird hand that life had dealt him. Joey truly felt for Jaysen, because he could so easily have gone down the same road – and there’d been days when he’d really felt like he wanted to do it, too. But Jaysen was going on, in an unusually sincere and even humble tone of voice. “I never wanted to do anything to upset the apple cart for you two – I mean, it’s so easy to see that you and Dean are such a perfect hand-in-glove fit for each other. That’s why I was so surprised when you approached me in the dining room tonight. I don’t know if you can believe that or not, but I hope you can. I just kept staring at the two of you because both of you are so fucking spectacular, no matter how you’re dressed, and how could any gay guy resist? And, for what it’s worth, I never even guessed that Dean might be one of – well, one of us. How did you figure it out? What was your secret?” Joey got a troubled look on his face. The truth was that he didn’t know, even now, but he had a strong suspicion of why he had gotten the nerve to talk to Dean -- and he didn’t want to leave Jaysen feeling even more unloved and unwanted than he so plainly felt already. “Truth, Jaysen – I really don’t know. I hope I will some day, and when I do, I will tell you. Promise. But right now, I think I want to get Dean here with us. And that means I have to share another secret with you. I don’t know if I should or not, but here goes. We’re pretty sure it’s connected with all this shifting thing, but not for everyone. Dean and I can talk to each other in our thoughts. So I’m going to try to get hold of him now.” Jaysen stared, wide-eyed, but Joey ignored him. His face bore a look of intense concentration, but no other sign. Then Joey spoke again. “Good news, he just got home from his business trip. I’m going to go and get him now. Be right back.” He vanished, and after about 30 seconds he reappeared, holding a fully clothed Dean close to him. Dean was just asking, “How did you get him to spill the beans?” “Same way I did with you – the whole ‘I feel I can trust you’ thing. It still works like a charm.” Jaysen was putting two and two together. “So, you mean this whole dinner party and sex at my place was just a set-up?” He looked a little upset and affronted, but Joey hastened to reassure him. “A little, but not entirely. It’s been a lot more than just a set-up. I’ve definitely enjoyed getting to know you and find out more about you – and that’s all of you, Jaysen, not just your sweet ass.” Dean took a second look at Jaysen and began laughing. “Oops. Sorry, fellows, I think I’m a bit overdressed for this party.” Jaysen had slowly lost his angry look and now chuckled. “Well, Dean, there’s an easy solution to that problem.” As Dean was rapidly revising his dress code for the evening, Joey dived down onto Jaysen and began sucking his cock again. Jaysen moaned aloud, and then moaned again as he found Dean’s cock poking at his lips. He opened up and swallowed, taking Dean down his throat as Joey was deep-throating him. Joey had reached back with one hand and was playing with his ass, sliding a finger inside himself and working it in and out. Dean saw it, and asked, “Need some help there, Joey?” In no time, Dean had three fingers working on Joey’s hole, and he’d already guessed what Joey wanted. Sure enough, when his hole was nice and loose, Joey came off Jaysen’s cock, turned around, and sat down on it, facing Jaysen as he took Jaysen’s tool deep inside his body. Jaysen groaned, “Oh, fuck, that’s hot,” as Joey pushed down onto him, taking the whole shaft deep into his hole. Dean leaned in and began kissing Joey as Joey began riding the rigid dick inside him. Dean got down between Jaysen’s legs, licking at his balls and taint as Joey moved up and down in a steady rhythm on his shaft. He only backed off when Jaysen began actively thrusting up into Joey’s hole, forcing his cock deep inside Joey’s ass. “Oh, yeah, that’s it – fuck me hard!” Joey was plainly enjoying the experience of being Jaysen’s bottom boy. Dean was enjoying the show too, but he was getting a bit jealous of Joey, wanting to feel Jaysen’s cock inside himself. At last, he couldn’t wait any longer. “Quit hogging, Joey, let someone else have a turn.” Joey pulled off, and let Dean climb onto Jaysen’s now-dripping pole. Dean started sliding up and down, and then leant down, wrapped his arms around Jaysen’s shoulders, and rolled sideways onto his back, bringing Jaysen up on top and into position to fuck him hard and deep. Jaysen, for so many years the bottom’s bottom, was taking to this new experience like a duck to water. He planted his hands on either side of Dean’s head and started thrusting deep, hard, plowing Dean with a new kind of aggression that he’d never displayed before. The big moment of confession had set him free from his former submissive self, awakening an animal deep inside him that needed to fuck, to ream, to breed. Dean, as strange as it might seem, understood completely. This moment was like Jaysen’s personal declaration of independence, his assertion that he was a complete gay man and didn’t have to hide himself any longer, not from these two men who he’d suddenly discovered were actually his brothers in coping with their strange fortune. He was driving hard now, pounding deep into Dean, while Joey sat back and watched with awe, marvelling at this new and totally different Jaysen who had been revealed by his stratagem. When he could tell that Jaysen was getting close, Joey flung himself on the bed beside Dean, lifting his legs back over his shoulders, and snapped, “Breed both of us, Jaysen. Give each of us part of your load. Shoot some into Dean and pump the rest into me. Cum inside both of us. Now, Jaysen!” At that, Jaysen’s eyes rolled back, and he slammed hard into Dean, shooting several big blasts of seed into him. Then he yanked it out, pivoted quickly, and pushed it right into Joey -- missing only one shot on the way – and pumped the rest of his load into Joey’s ass. Joey reached out and grabbed Dean’s cock, and Dean grabbed his. After only a few strokes, each of them came as well, spurting their juices over each other’s hard-working hands. Later on, after they’d all recovered their breath, the three of them sat and talked well into the small hours of the morning. Dean was the most surprised by everything he’d heard and all that he’d learned. He was beginning to realize that he’d made a huge mistake in classing Jaysen as a typical lightweight spoiled-rotten rich kid, where the truth was, sadly, much more complex and painful. “Jaysen, I really owe you an apology. I’ve misjudged you very badly. And I’m sorry you’ve had such a struggle to come to terms with your power and trying to figure out how to live with it.” “It’s okay, Dean, no apologies needed – we’re even. After all, I had you tagged as being too damn stuck up for words – and that was dead wrong too. Truth is, we were both trying hard to protect ourselves from being found out. It wasn’t very sensible, but we both found a way that kept people at arms’ length.” Joey chuckled. “Neither of you are doing a very good job of that at the moment.” Jaysen went on. “What I’m curious about is how you two managed to connect.” Dean smiled. “Joey basically used the same approach on me as he did on you, but it wasn’t a set-up. He was feeling very much alone in the world, and desperately needed someone to confide in.” Joey picked up the thread. “Really, Jaysen, it was a kind of sixth-sense vibe I got that Dean would be a safe person to tell. And I was taking a huge chance, telling him. Fortunately, my sixth sense didn’t mislead me. And we’re actually a pretty good match – not just because we both have the same shifting power.” “A ‘pretty good match,’ Joey. Is that all?” “No, it’s not, Dean, and you know it’s not.” As some very loving kissing ensued, Jaysen snorted. “Get a room, you two!” That made all three of them laugh. By this time, Dean and Joey were both feeling very much more comfortable with Jaysen, and not just because they were lying naked in his bed after a wild fuck session. It was Joey who first floated the suggestion that maybe Jaysen could come out to their place some time and see what they’d been working on. It would explain for him how they had found him out, but also would show him that he was in reality a part of something much bigger than himself, or even than the three of them. Dean promptly invited Jaysen to come and stay for the coming weekend, and Jaysen eagerly accepted. After that, they all curled up together and fell asleep, only waking up when Dean’s phone rang just before ten o’clock in the morning. Dean saw his mother’s number and picked up. “Dean? Honey? Where are you? I need to talk to you in the worst way.”

Part 8 Jamal turned to Sir and asked him, “You wanna tell him? Or you want me to tell him? Dad.” Even in my spun out mind, I was completely shocked my what was just said. Dad? Lamont looked to Jamal, smiled, and then smacked him across the face. “On your knees.” Jamal’s attitude changed as he said, “Yes, Sir,” and got on his knees next to Lamont. Master and Daddy were on either side of me while Lamont sat in the chair. “Guys, this is my nephew, Jamal. I know, shocking right? Why do you think I’ve never had you guys over?” Immediately interrupting their reactions. “He’s lived with me for the last four years since his mother died.” I looked at Jamal, who was still on his knees. There was no reaction from him. “Jamal’s a great kid, well man, and usually follows my rules. Makes it an easy situation.” “However, there were only two major rules I expected him to follow. Tell them what the rules are, Jamal.” “No sex in the house. No drugs in the house.” “Did you follow those rules, Jamal?” “No I did not.” “I found evidence of him having someone over, but decided to not confront him.” Looking down at Jamal, Lamont put a hand on his muscular shoulder and said, “No. I decided to test his honesty.” “About four months ago, I told him I was going to be out all night and would see him the next day. You guys remember the night I cancelled on you?” They nodded their heads. “So, I came back a couple hours after leaving, and entered the house quietly. I immediately saw his spliff stub on a table and then the sounds. Boy was laying some serious pipe on some loud little bitch.” “I followed the noise, expecting it to be coming from his room. Where were you at?” “I was in your room, Sir. In your bed.” “This little shit not only broke the only two rules I had, but was also fucking some nasty skank, in My. Fucking. Bed.” Each of the last three words were matched with smacks to the back of Jamal’s head. He flinched, but did not move. “I watched for a minute, impressed with his ass flexing every time he pounded inward. The boy was brutal, I could see a bit of his hand wrapped around a throat. Another looked like it was over the mouth.” Lamont looked at me, smiled, “You got a bit of that.” “Suddenly, a thought came into my mind.” I yelled out, “What in the fuck is going on in here Jamal?” “I’ve never seen a guy move so fast. He pulled out and I heard another yelp of pain.” ”Jamal flipped over on his back, his dick sticking straight up and still leaking cum. He’d apparently just started nutting when i interrupted.” ”I didn’t even look at what or who he was fucking, staring directly into Jamal’s eyes, which were quickly spreading wide open, a mix of shock and then fear.” I pointed in the direction of the other person, and said, “Get the fuck out of my house.” In under 30 seconds, the front door slammed shut. “Unc…” “Shut the fuck up, Jamal.” i continued staring at Jamal and saw him try and grab the sheet to cover himself. I moved so fast, i think he thought I was going to attack him. I grabbed the sheet and yanked it away. His dick was now soft, most likely fear induced. “What the fuck did you think you were doing?” “I…” “Shut your mouth.” Jamal went silent, never having heard his uncle even so much as raise his voice. “You ungrateful little shit. I bring you into my home, give you everything you could need and only expect you to follow two rules. And you spit in my face by breaking both of them, and doing one of them in my bed?” “I could actually see tears in Jamal’s eyes as I was berating him. I knew I had him” Jamal looked up at Lamont again, tears in his eyes as the story was being told. “You have no respect for me or the home I brought you into? Then get the fuck out. You got 10 minutes to get dressed, grab whatever clothes you can and get out.” Jamal began the tears when I said this. “Please, uncle Lamont. I got nowhere else. I got nobody else.” “Go stay with the skank. Trade your big dick for a bed.” “I can’t…” “Well then what are you going to do then boy? I can’t trust you here. You’d have to re-earn my trust.” “Please uncle, I’ll do what ever you want. What ever it takes. You’re all I have.” A smile spread across my face, knowing I had him. “Yeah, boy? Your gonna do what ever I want. Yes, you are. Get the fuck off my bed and on your knees on the floor.” Jamal appeared confused and didn’t move. “NOW!” He jumped out of the bed and got on the floor on his knees. “Crawl. Crawl to your punishment, boy.” “Jamal?” Jamal took over. “I began crying, fearing what was coming. I crawled to Uncle Lamont, until I was inches from him. I never thought I’d be naked, on my knees in front of a guy, let alone my uncle.” “I looked up at my uncle, tears still coming out. I was scared, humiliated and had no idea what was coming.” ”Before I even registered movement, Uncle Lamont slapped me so hard across the face, I fell on my side.” ”After the shock, the pain hit and it was the worst I’d ever felt.” “He quietly said, ‘Get back on your fucking knees.’” ”In spite of the pain, I did as he said. I was beginning to think I was going to get a major beating. I wasn’t to far off. As soon as I was back up, another slap, to the other side of my face came and I fell over again.” ” In the coldest voice I’ve ever heard, he simply said, ‘Get back up. I’m not done.” ”He slapped me twice more, but this time I was ready for them and did not fall.” ”No he didn’t. There was a mix of pride and frustration that he was able to withstand the last two slaps,” Lamont said as resumed the narrative. ”I reached down and wiped the tears from his face and told him to open his mouth. I smeared his tears on his lips and tongue, which only led to more tears.” ”Knock that crying off boy. The night is still young, you’re going to be crying, a lot harder, very soon.” ”His eyes widened in, what did you say later Jamal? Terror?” Jamal only nodded. “Lower your head and look straight ahead.” “Wen he was able to do so, I heard him sharply breathe in” As he was saying this I noticed that his dick was standing at full attention, hard as ever. ”Tell them what you saw.” Jamal continued, “When I looked down, I was staring directly at my uncles crotch. The bulge in his pants was scary big. The zipper appeared to be pushed out to its maximum and there was a huge bulge running down the left side of his pants.” “The cold voice returned, ‘Open my pants, boy. Let it out.” “I was to scared to move, the thought of unbuttoning and unzipping another guys pants was, well, disgusting. At the time at least.” I snapped into motion when Uncle Lamont started to raise his hand. I heard the voice, still intimidating, but not as cold, “Damn. You learned too quickly.” ”My hand were shaking badly and my arms felt like they were made of solid lead. It took me several attempts to just get the button open, my fear and disgust at what was doing, plus the bulge, making it hard to open.” Lamont and Daddy both laughed at the pun. ”The zipper was also a challenge as I was warned to be careful. Uncle wasn’t wearing underwear, so I had to make sure not to catch his dick in the zipper.” ”He ordered me to take them all the way off, but not to move away from his crotch. As I completed the task, I caught whiff of his crotch. The musk of a real man who works out and takes care of himself. I’ve smelled it on me and he saw the look on my face change, ever so briefly, as I heard him say, “You like that smell don’t you boy.” “I’d seen guys naked at the gym, but never been that close to another guy naked, especially not when their dick was hard.” “He made me stare at it, and tell me what I thought of it. How it compares to mine. He was trying to humiliate me; and it worked.” “I had always prided myself as being big dicked, especially against other guys. But uncle Lamont was huge, and thick. I told him I was envious.” Lamont laughed as this was said. “I hoped that was all he was going to do, but I was wrong.” He told me, “You like the look of that monster right in front of you? You wanna touch it don’t you? See what a real man dick feels like? Do it. NOW!” “I tried to resist but I couldn’t. I took it in my hand. I was shocked when I felt how hard it was and that I couldn’t wrap my hand around it.” “Open your mouth Jamal. Let me feel that tongue lick the piss slit. I’ll give you a little taste.” “I tried to beg, but as soon as I opened my mouth, he pushed the head in. I was held there, and made to watch, as Uncle squeezed his cock until a huge drop of his precum dropped out onto my tongue.” “He pulled out and made me swallow. I wanted to spit it out, but didn’t dare risk it. I swallowed and fought off a response.” “Uncle Lamont, please…” “Please? Please what?” “Please don’t make me do that. Please don’t make me suck you.” “He smiled down at me, cupped my cheek in his hand and said, ‘I’m not going to make you suck my dick. What kind of person do you think I am?” “I was relieved and relaxed when he said this.” “Then I saw a change in his face, in his eyes. ‘No, little boy. I’m not much into blow jobs since my dick is too big, even for the best whores. What I am gonna do? I’m gonna fuck that hot muscle ass of yours, and dump my cum deep in you, make you my personal bitch. Maybe then you will learn not to fuck up in my house.” “No. Please, uncle, I’m not a…” “Be VERY careful what you say next.” “I… I’m not like that. I’m sorry, uncle. Please…” “You had your chance Jamal. You begged to let me let you stay. Weren’t your own words you’d do what ever? Now, it’s what ever time.” I began crying harder, pleading. “Turn around, and put your hands on the ground in front of you. Let me see that muscle butt I’m going to deflower.” “I tried to resist, but Uncle slapped me across the face. I knew there was no other choice. I reluctantly turned around on my knees and bent forward, showing him my ass. I never ever imagined being in this position, especially not in front of my uncle.” Lamont took over. “I have fucked hundred of sluts, boys and girls. But at that moment, I’d never been more fucking turned on. I never thought I’d be staring at, or gettin ready to fuck, my nephew, but damn. That ass is mighty nice. Show it off to these men, Jamal.” “Yes, Uncle.” Jamal, still naked, turned around, got on his hands and knees, then dropped his chest down, pushing that ass up. Even as a bottom, I got to admit, that was a fucking hot ass. Daddy and Sir each whistled and Daddy asked, “Share?” Lamont smiled and said, “We’ll see. Knees.” Jamal returned to his original position as Lamont continued. “As beautiful as the sight was, he wasn’t perfectly placed for his breaking in. I made him learn the position he was just in. This stirred another plea in him, but he quickly learned, through a kick to those big beautiful nuts, that there was no leniency coming.” “I told him to look forward, into the floor length mirror, and look at what he was becoming. The view was gorgeous, his chin on the floor and his ass in the air. I made sure he saw the camera as I took his picture.” “Oh, damn that’s a fine sight there. Big, tough and strait black man. Got that muscle ass up in the air, ready for me to fuck you aren’t you? Tell your uncle what you want. It’ll just be between us, our dirty little secret.” “I didn’t punish you for staying silent did I little buddy?” Jamal looked up at Lamont, “No, uncle. Not at first…” strangely, they each smiled at this. “Now Jamal, there’s just one more thing I need from you. Do you want to know what that is?” He remained silent, and I moved my foot toward his balls. Without needing the reminder, Jamal asked, broken, “What uncle?” “I want you to reach those big muscular arms back and use those big black hands. I want you to spread those hot muscular ass cheeks apart so that I can see that hole I’m about to fuck” “I have to admit, I was really enjoying breaking him down. Much like you did to me Jake. Perhaps I learned that from you?” Daddy grinned, “You appeared to learn well. Though I think it was already there.” “Jamal glared at me from the mirror, but did as ordered. That hole was something of glory. Tight and small, between a beautiful light brown crack. There’s just a little fur around it.” “Show them Jamal.” “Yes, Uncle.” Jamal immediately assumed the position, chest on the ground, ass in the air. He reached back and spread his cheeks. It was almost as Lamont described, but the hole was not as small as he described. Jamal resumed his position next to Lamont. I was still in awe of this whole thing. “Just stay there boy, I’ll be right back. I have a little something that will make your first fuck memorable. And remember, this your fault.”

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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.”

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Part 10 I kept staring at Drew's face, looking into his eyes, my thoughts racing wildly as I silently processed what he had just said. He wants to fuck me! He wants to fuck me??!! I felt his hard cock pressed against my body just below the waistline. I felt it's heat and felt the wetness of his precum continually oozing onto my skin. I wanted his cock and his cum. I wanted to make him feel good. I remembered how great it had felt being in his ass last week. And just a bit earlier being in Ryan's ass. And I couldn't forget how good Kevin's cockhead against my hole had felt. But..... All of this ran through my mind in only seconds. While Drew waited for me to answer I felt him move one hand from my asscheek and almost immediately felt his fingers working into my asscrack then making contact with my virgin hole. He pushed against the entrance to my guts with a finger causing me to moan and press my body tighter against his. I couldn't pull my eyes from his and I saw a strength and need in his eyes, a need I wanted to satisfy and a strength I was feeling myself yielding to quickly. He brought his lips to mine and began kissing me, slipping his tongue inside my mouth as I readily opened my lips to him. As we started kissing more intensely I felt his finger rubbing the edges of my hole then his finger pressing against it a little more forcefully this time. As I moaned into our kiss I was dimly aware that, as if on it's own, my body ever so slightly pushed back to meet his fingertip. I heard Kevin's voice from somewhere say, “Hell yeah buddy! That's it. Let go and give in.” Hearing the now-familiar “click” of a lighter being lit and knowing its meaning in this situation, Drew and I both pulled back from our kiss and saw Ryan standing next to us with the flame heating up the pipe. With a look of total lust on his young handsome face he moved the stem to my mouth and I began drawing in the thick white smoke, knowing it would help me make the decision I needed to make. “Yeah, man,” Ryan whispered. “Suck that fuck smoke in dude. Let it horn you up. Let it help you admit what you want and need. You need to get fucked. You know how it feels to fuck an ass. Now you need to know what it feels like to get your ass fucked. Your cherry cheating married ass.” Taking a second hit and hearing the nastiness of Ryan's words I reached down and wrapped my fist around Drew's thick hardon and slowly stroked it. I blew out the cloud and looking into Drew's hypnotic eyes I said, “Yes.” “Oh damn yeah!” I heard Kevin say, followed by Ryan's, “Fucking hot!” I saw a look of eagerness and lust on Drew's face, mixed with what might have been relief. But his words were spoken softly and very seductively. “Thank you, Daddy Justin. Thank you for saying I can be the first one to fuck you and breed you. I promise, I'll make sure you enjoy it and I know you'll want more.” He kissed me softly then said, “Let's move to the picnic table and get things started.” He grabbed my left hand and led me to the table, Kevin and Ryan following close behind. I was remotely aware of Drew's fingers pressing against my wedding ring on the hand he was holding and felt my cock twitch. Suddenly a thought came to me as we reached the picnic table. I needed to ask Drew something and I had to ask now before I forgot. “Was that guy...the guy you were fucking here before? Was he really your dad?” Drew smiled and took hold of one of my nips making me moan. “Would it bother you if he was?” he asked. “I...I don't know,” I answered in a guttural voice, enjoying the pleasure/pain I felt as he twisted my nip harder. “It...for some reason...it was really hot thinking you were fucking your dad and cumming in him. I don't know why but it made it even hotter and nastier.” Drew was working both nips now and my whole body was shaking. “So incest turns you on? You like the idea of a dad and son fucking, or 2 brothers?” I was jacking his hard dick now and groaned. “Oh fuck!”, I said. “So hot. So nasty but it sounds so hot!” Drew pushed me against the picnic table and eased me down on my back. My ass was resting on the edge with my feet hanging down toward the ground and Drew standing between my legs slowly stroking his meat. His other hand was fondling my balls. “You have kids don't you daddy?” I nodded, spreading my legs more to give him better access to my balls. “Yes”, I whispered hoarsely. “A boy and a girl.” “How old is your son, daddy?” Drew asked taking hold of my cock and starting to jack it. “Nineteen. He just turned 19 last month.” Drew pushed our hard dicks together and started stroking them with both hands. His eyes stared into mine and he said, “I'm 20. I could be your son. Would you like me being your son, daddy?” “Yes!”, I groaned with no hesitation. “And do you want your son to fuck you daddy? To fuck your virgin ass? Do you want your son to show you how hot and how good dirty pervy incest is?” His sexy voice, his hard young cock, his filthy words filled me with a need I couldn't resist. “Oh yes please!! Please son fuck me! Fuck your own dad's ass and cum in me! Oh please son!!!” (to be continued)

I hope you like this installment Amy, from the doorway, let out a catcall. Cody tried to jump up, but with Andy laying on top of him made it difficult. Cody was leaking cum from his well fucked ass. “Don’t let me interrupt, it looks like you're having more fun with my brother and my ex than you ever did with me.” Amy cajoled him, With that i felt Cody’s cock get hard again and poke at my ass. I guided it back into me and Andy slipped his into Cody. We were back into a hot 3way fuck again, and Amy disapeared from the room. By the end of the night, I fucked Cody once and Andy bred him twice more. Amy watched for a while, but left to go look for more prey. Andy was laying on his back while Cody rode him and I stood on the bed and fed Cody my cock. Andy pulled out some poppers and took a huge sniff and then handed them to Cody who expertly took a giant drag on them. Andy reached up pulled Cody back exposing Cody’s ass with Andy’s cock still firmly in place. Andy instructed me to add mine. Cody fought a little, but Andy held the poppers to his nose. It was tight, but the more he sniffed those poppers the more he opened up and soon we had both of our cocks in Cody. Andy whispered into his ear, “We took your mouth, we took your ass and you are taking our gift.” “We are going to knock you up, take our gift and then go out and pread it around to whoever you like” Cody just moaned in agreement. I am not sure he understood what the ‘gift’ he was getting. But he certainly went from straight to gay pretty damn fast. After that night with Cody. I woke up chilled to the bone and sweating profusely. I called Amy and Andy and they both rushed over to take care of me. Andy told me I was converting. They both stayed with me for a few days and even Cody came by to see what he was in for in a couple of weeks. I guess Amy took him aside and told him what the gift was. I guess he had been working his way through his closeted homophobe gym buddies one-by-one. (Maybe more on his adventures later). While he was there he coaxed me into a blowjob which led to him fucking me. I was in no condition to say no. Hell, even Andy took advantage of me in my weakened state fucking my ass several times a day. Of course, I sucked them clean when I was done. Fast Forward a few weeks Cody came down with the “flu”, and we all took advantage of him and surprisingly a lot of the gym studs did too. I guess when Cody decided he was going to get anyone that showed interest in him. He was the manager of the local chain gym that caters to the MILFs, guys with dad-bods and college jocks trying to hold onto their prime. He gave me and Andy free memberships. Within a week, we had scoped out about 10 guys we wanted to add to our little club from some hot dads to the college jocks. Amy had some MILFs picked out but that is another story in another forum. So Andy being the aggressor picked his first target. Jake a 35 year old, college QB who added about 30lbs since college and was now struggling to get it off. His wife no longer interested in sex. He hit on anything with a pulse. He even flirted with Andy and I knowing we were “friendly” having caught me sucking Andy in the shower. All part of Andy’s plan to get Jake comfortable with the idea of guys sucking. Andy figured if he did not report us to Cody. He was cool with it and maybe even down with it. Sone we learned his gym schedule. He would be there until close on Friday nights. So, we made a deal with Cody for his first conversion to do it at the gym. He was all for it. We all toiled away at the weights and cardio making small talk about this and that. Jake avoiding eye-contact with Andy and I as much as possible. Cody locked up for the night and told Jake that he, Amy, Andy and I were going to hang out and hit the sauna and hot tub that was for the exclusive members and drink some beers and he was welcome to stay. He tried to say he had no swim trunks and Cody assured him that we were all friends and he would not need them, and with that Amy flashed him her boobs as enticement. He was all-in. We all stripped down in the locker room with Andy fluffing his 8inch cock, Cody pumping his seven and me with my six gun leaving Jake with a 10 inch python. No wonder his wife had lost interest. He probably wrecked her everytime he fucked her. Cody grabbed us all a beer and we eased into the whirlpool with Amy sitting next to Jake and Andy next to her then Cody and I close-by. Jake was looking relaxed, but I could tell something was going on underneath the bubbles. Jake looked over at Amy, she just smiled and slipped out of the water. It was then that he realized the hand on his cock was Andy’s, but he did not fight it. His eyes rolled back into his head. Andy had magic hands. Cody convinced him to sit up on the edge of the pool and Jake did. Cody swallowed his cock as far as he could. Andy sucked on his large nuts and I kissed and licked his nipples. Amy, her job was done, She just watched from the corner. Cody slowly let his fingers swirl around Jake’s rosebud of a virgin ass. The 4 of us spilled out of the whirlpool and into the sauna. Where I got behind Cody and started to eat his ass. Cody was now throating Jake’s over-sized cock. Andy moved me out of the way and spit-roasted Cody for Jake to see. Jake was enjoying his blowjob, but wanted to fuck. Andy pumped into Cody for a good 5 minutes when Jake asked if he could fuck Cody. Andy nodded yes, but not before pumping a toxic load into Cody. Cody had Jake lay down on one of the benches then he straddled him and lowered himself down on Jake’s massive tool. I could see Andy’s load dribble down Jake’s member. They were a little awkward in getting their rhythm, but son Jake was slamming his 10 inch pole into Cody’s eager ass. I did my best to eat Jake’s virgin untainted hole, but I was able to get a finger in him and help him cum a little quicker. HE was totally flush from the fuck and the hear of the sauna. So, we scampered into the group showers. Where I got a chance to lick JAke clean and eat his ass a little more. I opened him up for Andy. I got Jake hard again. He was lost in lust. His dick seeing the first action in months. He didn’t care if it was from a man or not. What he was not ready for was Andy's big 8 inch prick up his virgin ass. Andy with my help slipped his cock between Jake’s ass cheeks, and slipped some poppers under his nose not giving him a choice but to inhale deep with the help of lube and spit Andy was able to wedge his thick cock into the former college qb’s virgin ass. Jake’s eye show wide-open, his mouth agape. I just had to kiss him. He was not repulsed. He even allowed my tongue to explore his mouth while Andy fucked his all too willing ass. Cody lined his cock up with my hole and easily slid into my well deflowered cunt. Andy and Cody both took their time to brutally fuck us both in the group shower. Andy had both hands on Jake’s shoulders as he railed his now all too willing ass. While cody hate fucked my hole. I begged for his poz cum. As Andy impregnated the fertile field of Jake’s ass. Before it was all said and done, Jake fucked both Cody and I, Andy and Cody fucked JAke twice each, and i got to clean them all up. Within a month or so, more than half of the gym studs were poz and some of the MILFs were as well Amy and Andy had sites on a bigger prey I hope you all like this one. It felt forced Sorry Joey

Chapter 11 In the group scenes that I watched during my porn stroke sessions the bottom was always just treated like a faceless hole for tops to use just to get off. Its why those scenes never really got me off. My fantasies were about feeling connected even beyond just the physical. But tonight I understood. As Grant pushed his thick cock into me he was fulfilling a need that could only be met that way. The high made the physical the priority and all the other stuff was a distant second. I was ready to experience what those bottoms I saw in porn got. Just a bunch of tops jackhammering their way to their nut. But thats not what I was getting with Grant. If he was ever a jackhammer top he wasnt one tonight. He held his cock all the way deep rubbing his hands along my chest and stomach. "I have wanted to be inside you since the second I saw you in the hall. This is so much hotter than I thought it would be. Your tight hole wrapped around my raw cock while your dad watches." I glanced over at dad who was deep in his own bate watching us and looking like he was still very much enjoying his high. "So I'm gonna take my time with you boy. I know I've already built up a huge load but I wanna edge for as long as I can while I'm inside you." As he said this, he started shifting himself so that his cock pulled out a couple inches and pushed back balls deep. "Fuuuuuuck" was all I could get out. "Thats right boy. Youre gonna remember this night forever because you lost that cherry to your own dad. But we are all gonna make sure you dont forget how many other loads you take tonight." Dads dirty talking when he was fucking me turned that switch on in my brain that made saying these things out loud even hotter. So with Grant talking this way while he began to fuck me slowly there was no hesitation that I wanted him to keep it going. I looked up at him not sure what my face looked like when I was experiencing this still new pleasure. "Yeah that thick raw cock feels so good." Grants eyes widened hearing me speak that way to him. "Yeah boy. Fuck yeah you like that cock dont you?" "Yeah. Getting so deep. Cant wait for you to cum in me." "Aw fuck" Grants self-control was failing him as he sped up a little with every word I spoke. "Wanna feel you empty your balls in my 19 year old hole with my dad watching." I dont know where that came from and from the look on Grants face neither did he. But his thrusts got longer and harder as he pulled almost the entire length of his cock out of me before pushing it all the way in. "Fuck boy you got me close. Thats what you want isnt it? You want my massive load to mix with your own dads hot cum in you?" I moaned at that and as he picked up his pace even faster we somehow simultaneously both started chanting, "Yeah yeah yeah" over and over again. He was holding tightly to my hips now and I let go of my cock and reached up to hold the chains that held the sling up right by my head. I didnt want to cum yet knowing that I was in for more fucking right after Grant blew his load. The other men were joining in on the "Yeah"s and it became a chorus with me and Grant at the center, almost like there were more guys than there were when dad and I walked in. But all that mattered to me right then was getting Grant off and as we looked at each other as he pounded his cock into me I left the chant and shouted "Breed me!" and that was the trigger he needed for his release. He roared as I felt him press his body against my hole holding his cock all the way deep as if to hold himself steady while his spasms fought for control. This was a big long load that he shot I figured because he was convulsing and his body was jerking for longer than I had ever remembered cumming before. It looked so intense like dad did when he first felt the high of his slam. Like he was in his own world enjoying the pleasure and not thinking or maybe not even remembering that anyone else was around. I was learning that pleasure so good like that is as otherworldly as they made it look. Grant bent down and kissed me softly. He was totally out of breath and panting and he even had one more spasm that surprised him while we kissed. I laughed and said, "That is so hot." "You are hot boy. I hope thats not the last time we get to fuck." "Me too." He kissed me one last time and then stood upright. "I better let these guys get a turn in too." He smiled before his face turned to a mix of pleasure and concentration as he slowly pulled out of me. Before I could even thinkk about feeling empty, I heard "Oh fuck I'm about to cum." Without even processing those words I felt a cock thurst balls deep in me all at once taking my breath away. Once I got over that surprise I looked up to see one of the men dad and I talked to in the showers. "You want my cum?" he asked me "I'm not gonna last. Im gonna cum in you like your buddy just did." He was barely getting his words out. "Im gonna shoot my load in you son!" To that point I was just taking this mans cock. The shock held me for a moment that a person had just decided that he could fuck me without anyone saying it was ok and before Luke and Dominic had even gotten a chance to. But that melted away for some reason when he called me son and suddenly I was in. "Yeah dad cum in me! I want that cum dad!" It came out of my mouth like it was the most natural thing to say at that time but as soon as it did I looked over to dad to see if he heard it. He was still standing nearby and watching stroking that cock that looked like it just kept getting bigger. He looked at me and just nodded. He was into it and he was getting off on it. "Here it comes son!" He pounded his load into me not holding himself deep the way dad and Grant did but I could tell by his screams and the way his fucking lost any of its rhythm that he was cumming. That was three big loads and two of them got shot in me within what was probably just a couple minutes of each other.

Matt is so horny since he left Chris’ place three days ago. Matt is online chatting with another guy on AOL. He is naked in his apartment. His cam is on. He is bent over his bed, spreading his ass. He is telling the guy he loves getting fucked. The guy is saying how hot Matt is. His tight ass is pushing back to show his hole. The dude online says he has a 9” cock. Matt can’t see it because the other guy won’t show his cam. Matt knows he shouldn’t have gotten naked and shown off without seeing the other guy as well. Matt has to let this guy fuck him too. He needs it. The guy is on the phone with Matt as Matt shows himself off on cam. Matt says, “Do you want to fuck me? I need to get fucked.” The guy is saying yes. Matt says, “Do you have a condom? We should use one.” As he says it, Matt fingers himself for the guy online. The guy says, “I might.” Matt says, “Ok. Just go slow.” Matt slips another finger in his ass. Matt moans. The guy on the phone asks where Matt lives, they are in the same area code. Matt tells him. The guy says, “I can be there in 10 minutes.” Matt says, “Do you want to come over?” The guy Matt still hasn’t seen says, “I don’t have a condom. Do you?” Matt says, “No. Do you want to come over?” The guy says, “I’ll be fucking you bareback.” Matt says, “Ok.” The guy says, “I will cum inside you.” Matt says, “Cum in me.” The guy moans loudly and is clearly cumming. The guy hangs up. Fuck. Matt is so horny. Matt needs to be fucked. He almost had some dick tonight. Matt stands up, goes to the bathroom, looks at himself. He looks worked up, a little sweaty, and sexy as fuck. He decides to go to the bars. It’s Wednesday. Drink special night at one of the older gay bars. He slips on some tight jeans, no underwear, putting his half hard dick in his pants. Matt picks a zip up hoodie, no t shirt. This is a fuck me outfit. That is what Matt wants – to be fucked. He grabs his wallet, small lube, and keys. Off to the bar. At the bar, Matt grabs a drink and looks around the room. He sees the party host who fucked him during the parade. At the bar, the party host asks Matt if he wants a refill on his drink. Matt says yes and falls into a chat with the guys. He is relaxing and having a good time, but still scanning the room for a guy to fuck him. Matt’s ass needs cock. One of the guys asks if Matt is still dating John, the guy who Matt was dating and who fucked Matt at their party. Matt says that John moved away. Matt says he is single again. The party host says, “Then who is fucking you now?” Matt is tipsy and says, “Right this minute, no one is fucking me. I’m talking to you guys.” They all chuckle. Five minutes later, Matt is behind the bar lubing the party tops cock. Party top says, “Do you have a condom?” Matt says, “You didn’t use one last time.” Matt turns around, pushes his jeans down, takes off his top and faces the wall. The party top slips his raw cock in Matt’s hungry ass. The party top is balls deep in Matt and says, “This is the second time we fucked. Both times behind a dumpster. And you are taking it raw. You must love taking raw cock. Don’t you?” Matt says, “Feels so good raw.” Raw cock buried in Matt’s ass. Matt is happy. He needs this fuck. The guy’s belly is resting on Matt’s back. Matt doesn’t care. He needs the cock. The party top says, “Tell me you want my load slut.” Matt says, “I want your load in my ass.” The party host grabs Matt’s hips and slams his cock inside. He cums in Matt’s ass. The party top pulls out. As they are getting dressed the party top chuckles and looks at their surroundings. The top says, “I guess you are literally what they mean by cum dumpster.” The top jabs his thumb toward the dumpster. They both laugh. The top says, “You are such a hot young slut.” The top goes back to the bar. Matt walks down the alley and goes to his apartment.

John and Matt wake up in the morning. John is really hungover. Matt is a bit hungover. John is also incredibly embarrassed about having sex in front of a room of people. Matt is embarrassed because John is embarrassed. Matt wants to go to the parade, but John wants to go home and sleep off the hangover. The boys kiss and part ways agreeing to meet for dinner. Matt slips on some running shorts and a tank top and sneakers to go to the parade. By the time he arrives, the parade is going. He sees the group from the party house and hangs out with them. They have a cooler of bloody marys and Matt drinks. His hangover is going away as the parade goes by. Matt regularly feels hands on his ass as he hangs out with this group. At first, he pushes them away but as he relaxes and drinks his bloody marys; he lets the hands roam. Matt is getting turned on by all the attention. Matt leans over the barricade a bit to see the next floats go by and a band. As they do, Matt feels a very large cock pressed on his ass crack. He lets it stay there. It is very hard. The owner of the cock rubs it on Matt’s ass crack, Matt spreads his legs to leg the cock have more room. Matt feels a finger slide up inside his running shorts and finds his hole. The finger slips into his ass and the guy says, “Is his cum still inside you from last night?” Matt knows it’s the host from the party – an older guy with a beer belly and greying hair, but he doesn’t care. Matt answers, “Maybe.” A few minutes later, Matt’s naked behind a dumpster getting fucked bareback by the party host’s big cock. The host says, “All those months I wanted your ass and you teased me, but here you are naked behind a dumpster taking my raw cock. You like my big dick in you?” Matt moans, “Yes.” The party host’s belly is on Matt’s back as his raw cock is buried in his ass. Matt is moaning loudly as the party host is sawing his large cock in and out of Matt. The party host says, “Not going to last long in you. Do you want me to shoot inside you?” Matt pushes his ass back and says, “Do it. Shoot in my ass.” The party host cums in Matt’s hole. Matt feels the cock pull out of him, rests his body on the brick wall in front of him, and looks back to see the host’s cock. He sees the large cock slipping from his ass coated in cum. Matt says, “My ass feels so open from your cock.” Matt and the host chuckle. Matt pulls up his running shorts and finds his tank top. As they head back to the street, the parade is ending and the host’s roommate and his friends are hauling the cooler back to the apartment. Matt helps them home and says his goodbyes. He is tipsy from the bloody marys, but wants to get home. John and Matt meet up that night, eat, fuck, sleep. The boys talk about their public sex and decide they will ask the host to delete the photos. The following week, John’s job announces they decided to accept his transfer to Austin. John’s company had a training program attached to University of Texas, Austin for which John had applied. It’s a fairly rigorous work/Masters program. Matt is sad. John is excited, but sad to leave Matt. The talk about making it work long distance. Matt is apprehensive, but he knows John is going to leave for Austin. If Matt wants John, this is what he has to accept. John would normally need to be in Austin later in the summer, but he decides to go early to get settled in. As Spring rolls into Summer, John is settled in Austin. Matt comes for a visit. The boys fuck all weekend. John cums in Matt every time. Matt loves feeling John’s cock pulse as it shoots cum inside him. Its become one of his favorite sensations. Matt and John are sad when it comes time to part. Matt says he can come back in a few weeks. John and Matt chat online almost every day and talk a couple times a week. One day, Matt comes home to a couple missed calls from John and a message. Matt calls him back and John picks up. John’s voice is off. He says, “Matt. I tested positive for gonorrhea. You need to get tested.” Matt is dumbstruck. He says he had just been tested prior to meeting John, but he will get tested again. John says, “I think it was one of the guys I’ve messed around with since I got to Austin, but I wanted to let you know.” The words hit Matt like he was punched in the stomach. Matt groans. John asks if Matt is ok. Matt is quiet, but finds his words. “John, you have been sleeping with other people? I thought we weren’t doing that. We only fuck bareback. You are always shooting inside me. I’ve trusted you.” John is offended. He says, “Matt you rode me bareback the first time we met. You never asked for exclusivity. You love getting fucked raw. Guys who fuck raw get STDs. I know I’m not the only guy who has fucked you bareback. You told me so. Don’t get all hurt because I’ve fucked other guys.” Matt gets angry. The boys fight. John hangs up on Matt. Matt goes and gets tested. Matt is less anxiety ridden at the clinic this time. He tells the counselor why he is there. He gets the safe sex lecture. The results come back – negative for everything. Fuck John. Matt calls him, leaves a message and says he is negative. John does not call back.

Part 2: The Return Trip A week had passed. A week during which I had experienced a roller coaster of emotions. Worry that I might be pause turned to not caring, then excitement at the thought, then back again. I had always known that I was likely to get pozzed at some point, and the fact that it was on the dirty floor of a sketchy storage room was the perfect place for it to have happened to a pig like me. So by the time I got the message on BBRT, I had settled into the thought that I no longer had to wonder. "Headed home tomorrow," it read. "Up for Round 2?" "Fuck yeah," was my reply. I didn't hear from him the rest of the evening, so I spent my time with my new plug, stretching and playing with my cum catcher to open it up for that massive cock again. My brown bottle made frequent trips to my nose, heightening the sensation and also my excitement. I'm not sure how, but I eventually drifted off to sleep. I awoke the next morning to a message: "On my way. I should be there around 10." I checked the clock and saw that it was 8:30. Plenty of time to get ready. I saw that he had messaged only a few minutes before, so I responded. "I'll be ready. Just like last time." "Perfect," came the reply. I hadn't eaten since breakfast the previous day in anticipation of my visitor. (Side note: A lot of tops don't seem to appreciate the things we bottoms do to make sure our holes are clean and ready for them. I appreciate the ones that do!) So a few light douches to make sure I was clean, and I broke out the lube, plug, and little brown bottle again. By the time 9:50 rolled around, I was able to slide the plug in and out of my normally tight hole with ease. I pulled on shorts and a t-shirt and grabbed my keys, lube, and little brown bottle. Just for good measure I stuffed the plug into one of the front pockets of my shorts. I laughed as I caught my reflection in the mirror by the door. If the old woman who lived next door to me saw me with a huge bulge in my pants, she'd probably drop dead of a heart attack! In a matter of moments I was inside the storage room and naked once again. I slicked up my hole once more, then lay on the cold concrete to wait. Fuck! I had forgotten my phone! What if he tried to message me? I got up to get dressed for a quick run to my apartment when I heard footsteps outside in the hall. Instinctively, I spun back around and resumed my position on the floor. I heard the click of the door latch as he entered, and the two clicks of the latch and deadbolt that reassured me I would be bred without being interrupted by a nosy neighbor. My heart beat faster and my pulse began to race as I once again heard the telltale rustle of clothes being removed. Once again he was on me in a flash, but this time the soft kisses on my neck and back were absent. I heard him grunt as he positioned himself over me, then the click of the lube bottle. Seconds later I felt an unrelenting pressure as the head of his cock slipped into my well-greased hole. He did not stop. In no time he was balls-deep inside me, rearranging my guts with that giant cock. Giant poz cock. I felt a slight shiver run down my spine as that thought ran through my mind. I reached for the brown bottle and took two mighty hits as he began his assault. He was more forceful this time, taking what he felt he was owed. I was only too happy to oblige. As he did last time, he placed his hands on the back of my shoulders, pressing me to the floor. But his thrusts were more urgent this time, more animalistic, each burying his shaft to the hilt. I felt his balls slapping me. I felt beads of sweat dripping from his forehead and landing on my back. I was in heaven! And then, with a deep groan that was almost a growl, he unleashed his toxic seed inside me once more. His hips held still as I felt the throbbing of his shaft, pulsing that load so deep it might never come out. Spent, he stood up and waited for me to clean him off as I had last time. I spun around and got up on my knees; this time I saw the biohazard tattoo, and wondered how I could have missed it last time! It was a good 4 inches across. I felt another shiver run down my spine. I took that massive member in my mouth and sucked it clean. There was more blood this time, I could taste it. But mixed with the cum and ass juices it made for an amazing flavor, sweet and musky and metallic all at once, and I savored it as long as I could. At last he turned away, grabbed his clothes, and dressed. I stayed on my knees on the floor, breathless and a little woozy from the fucking I had just taken. I was just regainng my bearings when I heard him say, "If it didn't take the first time, it sure as hell did this time." And then he was gone. I got up and dressed, collected my things and walked back to my apartment. It was a short walk but with every step I felt his cum seeping out of me, and I hurried to get to my plug. Once inside, I grabbed it and slid it into my ass through my shorts leg. It was a snug fit, but I didn't want to risk bending over to take them off and losing more of that toxic load. It was 10:30 am, and I was spent. I crawled back into bed and spent the day resting, allowing his poz cum to work its magic. I hope he has another road trip planned soon. If he does, I'll be ready.

Must be a law of nature. I was curious about crossdressing and would go to bars with panties and bra under my clothes just for the thrill. Well that got me into trouble. I was in a dive bar in Denver and was approached by a big black guy. He was nice, bought me a few drinks and we talked. I let it slip that I was wearing panties and it must have suggested something to him. I woke up on a bed in what I assume was a seedy hotel being raped by some black man I'd never seen, and four others watching. I must have been raped a few times by then because my hole was numb. He dumped his load and another started in on me, while another forced his huge black cock into my mouth. I was terrified and humiliated at what was happening, all because I liked to wear panties. Well this went on for hours, they shot me up with what I think was heroin, and after that I drifted in and out of consciousness. This all started on a Friday night, I woke up behind a dumpster in an alley on sunday morning with just my bra on, being raped by some crack head. I was able to get a pair of filthy pants and a t shirt but had to suck another bums cock for it. Made it home. I was scared to death for weeks about maybeing having gotten AIDS, but fantasized continuously about being used like that again. After a few months I got tested, yep, POZ. I now go to arcades and theatres dressed like a slut and suck any cock I can and love it. When they want to fuck me, I tell them I'm poz. Surprised by how many don't care and still BB me. The law of nature? That when a Black Man rapes a white boy, he turns into a faggot whore.