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Now Sam turn round and show your little white bubble butt to the camera, nice turn your head and repeat after me, My name is Sam I am an 18 year old anal Virgin and I am giving up my Virginity to Jon’s Poz cock. Excellent Sam now bend over slightly and show us your Virgin rose bud, nice. Leon get the toothbrush and work it into Sam’s hole, the next thing I felt was the Leon pushing the toothbrush into my hole it hurt scratching the insides of my boy pussy, after about 5 minutes Leon pulled it out and showed the blood on the bristles to the camera, Jon I think Sam is ready. Sam you ready for my Poz cock Jon said, yes sir was my response. Okay on all fours Sam, once in position I felt Jon’s tongue eating my hole and loosing me up with his fingers, watch the screen Sam see the moment your Virgin cherry opens up for my Poz cock as I did I could see and Jon’s hard throbbing Poz pre cum leaking cock pushing at my ring Jon told me to push out as I did his head popped past my ring, he held it there for a second before slowing working his hard Poz cock into my pussy, he was about two thirds in and I felt him hit a inner part of me, Sam this is your inner ring as he grabbed my tiny waste he pulled back and then slammed forward as his cock burst through my inner ring, good boy as tears rolled down my face he said, now the fucking can really start and he started long dicking me with powerful strokes he kept me in that position for about 10 minutes and then turned me on my back and said I want you to beg for my toxic load Sam. Yes yes filled me with your toxic cum mark me as yours, that took me over the edge as my ring contract hard around Jon’s cock I started cumming all over my face and chest in an endless stream of jizz, his hard balls hammering my pussy I new he was close, here it cums Sam as I felt his hard cock expanded and start throbbing Jon pushed as deep as he could and shouted fuck yes take my toxic babies I’m cumming I’m cumming Yes Yes Yes. Once he eased down he pulled his toxic cock from my hole showing the cum and blood covered member to the camera, Sam clean my cock as he pushed it down my throat. Your properly done now Sam. Cut Leon said that was so hot Sam as he leaned in and French kissed me say we are brothers now. My new life as a cum whore starts. If you want?

I nearly had a disaster on Thursday, but Breeding Zone saved the day. I turned up at the Vault in London ready for naked night, only to realize that I’d left my portable black bulb douche in the car, which I’d parked miles away in the outskirts of the city. Although I’d already cleaned out at home, I always take my bulb douche with me so that I can ‘touch up’ before I play- it’s often a 2-hour trip door-to-door, and things have a habit of moving in that time. Anyway, I was seriously considering just giving up and leaving rather than risking an ‘accident’- but then I remember reading a post on Breeding Zone where someone said that in an emergency, they just use a regular water bottle (and reading through this thread, I reckon it might well have been @tallslenderguy!) So I bought one from the bar for £3.00, grabbed some lube and went into the bathroom to give it a go. And fucking hell, you know what? It really did work! No special nozzle or anything, I just pressed the open neck against my hole, squeezed the bottle, and voilà! I’m sure there’s no way this would have worked when I first started bottoming- my hole would have been far too tight. But now, that’s not such a problem 🤣 So anyway, thank you for the tip, Breeding Zone- or more specifically, @tallslenderguy!

When I was released, Leon came over and I licked my cum from his face and then I kissed him sharing the sweet nectar. Jon then said to me how are you feeling Sam, horny was my response, what was I saying, excellent came the response from Jon. Let’s get a drink and we head off out of the basement. The three of us started talking about the plans for the afternoon and Jon asked me are you ready to accept your destiny and I said yes but I was a little scared, don’t be Leon said you will be free to fuck and breed and never wrap your cock in a nasty condom. Okay Jon said let’s get some sexy photos of you so our clients can get a preview, we will that our time until you can’t resit the thought of raw cocks breeding your Virgin boy pussy Sam. I think as a first Sam you should breed Leon would you boys like that and I lent in and gave Leon a Kiss, that’s a yes then Boys 😊 After a short break Jon said come on let’s have some fun and we headed back down my cock hard and bouncing with every step, Jon had me doing lots of posses as both he and Leon recorded and took stills, I was so horned up my cock seemed to be constantly leaking pre cum. Once finished, Jon said something missing a cock ring to really pull balls forward and make your cock throb, he got a half inch thick black rubber cock ring and tried to get it over my cock and balls but I was too hard. Leon go get some Ice, soon enough Leon was back with some ice and the cold made my cock deflate as quick as a flash the cock ring was stretched and pulled over once in place, I was instantly so hard I thought my cock would explode. Jon said Leon I don’t think Sam has time for foreplay. Jon told me I would be doing a quick introduction for the clients on camera just answer the questions boys. Okay and Jon started the Camera. Jon, So Sam is this your first time? Sam: Yes, I’m a Virgin Jon: Leon what do you want from Sam? Leon: I’m going to be his first and I want Sam to drain his balls with his fat long raw cock in my Boy pussy, Leon grabbed Sam’s cock and pulled it down hard it flicked straight back up. Jon: Sam, do you want to get fucked as well? Sam: Yes, I’m a little scared but I want to live free of condoms I want to be a Cumdump like Leon taking any cocks and cum on offer. Jon: Sam would you like to lose your cherry to a Positive cock? Sam: Yes, I know it’s my destiny to be seeded by Poz cocks and I want to partner Leon as a duo for Poz men. Jon: Sam, Leon hasn’t tested positive yet so do you want my Poz seed, its un-medicated with a really high Viral load so its sure to convert you? Sam: Yes, I would love that then both Leon and I would have the same DNA. Jon: Awesome let’s make a start boys.

He was definitely staring. Every booth in the arcade was full. Thanks to some stupid state law, likely meant to inhibit sex (ironic, Black's Beach was just south in La Jolla...), there were no doors or curtains and one could see many of the booths and their occupants. My pants were done up, but I was rubbing myself through my shorts...and he was staring. He had a casual look, leaning back in the darkness of the booth, I could catch bits of detail from the flashes of TV light. Short hair, salt and pepper, trimmed in beard and moustache, decently built, he looked like he was in his early fifties. And that stare. For the briefest moment...you know that moment, when the eyes meet yours for the first time and lock. You quickly looked away, didn't you? I did. But just like you did, I looked back a little later, just to see, right, to see if he was actually looking at me, was he? That stare. I was 18, fresh into school at Camp Pendleton, and the porn shop in Oceanside was a natural draw. There were plenty of places to buy skin mags but this was the only video arcade young Marines knew of, otherwise, in the early 90's, you had to get a room at the Miramar or one of the other hotels and suck up the stupid cost of a hotel porn film. No, this place was where you went to see the films and, as a young Midwestern 18 year old, first delved into the reality of your sexuality. It was a straight film I had up but now I could barely concentrate on Tom Byron blowing his load over Tori Wells' tight ass. He was still staring. And his hand was grazing across his crotch, his legs carelessly spread...was that his dick? Was he actually stroking? While he's staring at me? Is this guy gay? He chose that moment to leave his booth; he had to walk right past mine, I tried not to look but his eyes never left me and I could feel it. The state. As he passed by, his left hand 'casually' brushed the framing of my booth and a soft noise indicated he'd smacked the edge with a ring, not enough to be noticed...except by me. The sound of metal on wood caused me to look up. He was still staring at me and when I looked up and our eyes locked again, he motioned toward the store with a nod of his head and was gone. I sat there shocked. Had never experienced anything like this before. But when you know you're being scoped you KNOW, instinct tells you what experience can't and I knew. He wanted me to follow. Would I? I wasn't gay...but THAT wasn't really true either, was it? I'd played with things I could get up my butt as a kid, even a big black dildo, my mother's, from the time I'd hit puberty, certainly long enough to know I liked it. And there was that night in San Diego a few weeks earlier, and the two men who came to my tiny YMCA cubbyhole. But I wasn't gay, I had a girlfriend after all, and you couldn't have a girlfriend and be gay... But I felt I had to follow him, see where this went, so I got up and went for the door. And in the bright, harsh fluorescents, among Marines and others browsing and marvelling at the smut on display, there he was, looking at a dildo. A large one. And as if on cue, he casually looked across the wall in a way that naturally allowed him to see me coming out of the arcade. I stepped into the toy aisle and moved past him a bit. After a few moments I could feel him passing behind me and that was when reality hit. A whisper, barely audible, lost to the background and just for me. ”Outside, white Chevy, just get in," and again, gone. My heart raced. I was right. He was definitely staring at me,he was definitely hitting on me, he was definitely cruising me (though I had no idea of that term or it's meaning)...and I was now definitely walking out the door into the California sun, where, sure enough, he was behind the wheel of a white Chevrolet. Watching. I walked to the car and got in; without a word he pulled out and we were gone. It was that easy. As he pulled into traffic south toward Carlsbad, he rested his hand on my bare thigh and gave my leg a squeeze then left it there, chuckling quietly as he felt me tense up. "First time?" he said. It wasn't a question. He went on, not waiting for me to respond, "My name is Brad, it's nice to meet you..." he trailed off, expecting a response. "Jeff. I'm Jeff." I stuttered in response. It was about all I could say. My mouth was suddenly dry. "Well Jeff,it's nice to meet you. I think we'll have a good time this afternoon, yeah?” He chuckled again and his hand slid a bit further up my leg. "I'm positive. You'll remember this, you never forget your first time." All pretense was gone, the fingers drifted into the leg of my shorts as he drove "I love that I'm your first time. Heh, makes me a virgin killer I guess." 'How could he know?' I thought to myself. We rode the rest of the way making small talk, he danced on and off sexual questions as he got me loosened up, all the time that hand crept up my thigh bit by bit. He'd done this before. That became evident. And his casual questions, what you'd expect, the usual, worked to open me even more. How old I was, where I was from, did I have a girlfriend,had I ever been with a man, what did I like. The typical questions we ask a new partner. The questions that told him I was, in fact, a virgin to what he was offering. "Here we are Jeff, home sweet home.". A nice townhouse in Carlsbad. Where I grew up in one afternoon in 1992. to be continued...

My journey: So my Dad and I had moved across state to a new parish as my father was a minster, it was left evening and I was in my bedroom getting my IT stuff all set up when I looked out of my window and to my shock I could see right into my neighbours bedroom and what a sight, there was a guy naked fucking the life out of a young guy doggie style, I couldn’t take my eyes off as this guy was smashing the young guy’s butt, I immediately sprung a boner as I watched I knew I shouldn’t but I was hooked. Then to my shock the guy fucking turned his head and waved at me, damn I’d been caught quickly dropping to the floor so he couldn’t see me. I pulled the blinds down and then did what any 18 year old had to do I dropped my pants and boxer and knocked one out, one of the most intense ejaculations I had ever had 😊. The next morning, I was eating breakfast with Dad when there was a knock at the door, my Dad answered the door and it was my neighbour shit this was going to be bad I thought. Dad came in and said Son this is Jon he’s a neighbour of ours, Dad offered Jon a coffee they started talking about normal crap then came a moment of panic when Jon asked Dad if I could give him a hand with some furniture moving, Dad said of course, thanks said Jon getting up Dad said come on Sam don’t keep Sam waiting. Once outside Jon said to me did you enjoy the show last night I squirmed and started to apologies, Jon said nothing to worry about I wont tell your Dad it’s our secret if your good!! We made it into his apartment and he was genuine about the furniture moving to my relief, once we had done I was heading out and Jon said hold on I have something for you I think you’ll like handing me a flash drive, I was later to find out it had a Trojan horse on it! I thanked him and left curious as to what was on it as any 18 year old would be. I waited for Dad to go to the church as soon as it was safe, I plugged the flash drive into my laptop and opened the file. Wow it was a video of Jon barebacking a twink I jumped on my bed quickly stripping and started wanking my cock, little did I know that Jon had control of my PC and was recording my every move until my cum erupted from my cock all over my chest and face. Wow that was intense!! Later on that day an email came through and it was Jon, then the penny dropped, as I opened the file it showed me watching him breeding the twink and me cumming all over myself. The email read, this will go nowhere if you do as I say if not its going to your Dad and will be posted to all your friends on social media, simple choice be over at mine at 8pm if your late it will be posted. Jon I had no choice, so I made a lame excuse to Dad and went over to Jon’s butterflies where tying my stomach in knots as I knock on his door. Jon opened in the door dressed in a robe as I entered, he said, pleased you could make it, you made the right choice, don’t worry your only here to watch Sam. As we walked into the main living room, I was greeted with the sight of a young black Twink who introduced himself as Leon. Sam, Leon and I are going to put on a web show tonight and you are our guest to watch live, I had a sense of relief. Come on Leon, Sam lets go and put on a show for our customers, we all made the way to Jon’s bedroom once inside Jon told me where to stand and disrobed damn he was hung and ripped, 200 pounds of pure muscle with a 9 inch fat cock and low hanging balls all hairless with a thick silver cock ring and I noticed a scorpion tattoo just above his cock. Leon quickly shed his clothes and was so petite 110 Lbs wet (not a single ounce of fat on him and completely hairless) in comparison to Jon, Leon’s cock was about the same size as Jon’s but looked bigger on his small frame, I was instantly hard. Jon said to me is all good if you need to knock one out Sam. I said no I’m good thanks. Jon, handed me a camera and said I could help with the filming, he also handed me a mask and told me to put it on to protect my identity, remember anything I say to you is not a request you know what will happen if you don’t I’ll press send and your photos will go viral 😊. With that Jon and Leon faced me and spoke whilst I was filming, Jon said guys this is Leon he’s here to give up his hole to my Poz seed, Leon are you excited, Leon said yes can’t you tell as he flicked his hard black cock for the camera, Jon told me to get close to Leon's cock and see the pre-cum oozing from his slit. Next Leon jumped on the bed and did a series of poses for the camera, my cock had never been so hard and a wet patch was showing through trackies. Leon then got on his knees and swallowed Jon’s cock all the way down his throat as Jon started face fucking him, this was quickly followed by the pair of them 69ing with Leon on top whilst Jon eat his hole slipping one, two then three fingers in and stretching him all the time little Leon was moaning in pleasure, finally saying please fuck me Jon I can’t wait any longer, Jon flipped Leon on his back and swallowed his cock whilst finger fucking his hot hole, soon enough Leon yelled I’m going to cum and I focused in on his cock in Jon’s mouth and could see the pulsing of his shaft as Leon ejaculated into Jon’s mouth. Jon quickly got Leon on his back exposing his twink boy hole and spat Leon’s cum on his hole, there you go cum lube Jon said as he lined up his hard throbbing cock and said tell me you want Daddy’s Poz cock to breed you Leon, YES, YES please fuck me, with that in one hard thrust the whole of Jon’s cock was balls deep and he started power fucking Leon’s hole as he moaned, they switched positions a number of times with Jon saying I’m close Leon tell me again what do you want, Leon said breed me seed me with you Poz cum fucking seed me deep. Jon then positioned Leon on all fours and slammed into his gapping boy hole and trust so hard and then said I cumming take in Boy and he breed Leon deep, almost on cue me cock lost control and I started cumming in my trackies. When Jon finally pulled his cum covered cock from Leon’s hole, he told Leon to push the cum out, the sight was amazing the contrast of white Poz cum against Leon’s black bubble but, Jon then licked up his cum and feed it with a passionate kiss into Leon’s mouth. Leon turned to the camera and said he’s had his first Poz seed and I think he’s hooked. Okay Sam you can switch off now which I did. Leon help clean up Sam he’s had an accident. Sam take the mask off now you don’t need it as Leon pulled down my trackies and licked up all the cum from my cock and legs all the time my cock was hard, he then swallow my cock down his throat the sensation was hard to describe and soon enough I could feel my balls tighten and the tingling sensation at the head of my Virgin cock and soon I started cumming into Leons mouth ropes and ropes of cum, when it finished Leon started kissing me and feeding me my salty pure cum. Excellent boys as I turned I could see Jon had the camera in hand nicely done that great footage. Jon said, see Sam nothing to be scared about and you know you loved it, now go home and I’ll be in contact soon. As soon as I got home I was relieved that Dad was out so I had a shower and logged onto my PC to find another email from Jon titled your journey is just starting, I opened the attached file which showed me in full face framed with my cock cumming in Leons mouth and the passionate kissing at the end, I was horrified but realised choices were no longer mine. My training The next day I woke to my Dad calling me so I rushed downstairs and Dad said there’s a friend of your at the door somebody called Leon, he also said how pleased he was that I had made new friends, I could feel my face redden as little did Dad know that the evening before I had cummed in Leons mouth and filmed him getting breed with Poz seed. Dad said Leon has asked if you could go over to his place while his parents are away and I said yes sure, so go and have fun. I invited Leon in and we went to my room and I asked him what was he thinking and Leon said he was under instructions from Jon now get a small bag to make it look legit we are expected at Jon’s, I did just that and we headed out the door and went round the back of Jon’s once inside Jon come on Sam you have a long day ahead. Jon led me by the hand and I was expecting to go to his bedroom instead he led us down into his basement, well basement it was more of a dungeon. Once inside he said come on boys strip and both Leon and I shed our clothes, I was the complete opposite to Leon so pale and were he said hairless I had a bush of pubic hair and a treasure trail. Okay Sam time to make you look the part, Jon raised my hand cuffed my wrist and attached to some pully’s and then raised me so I was on tip toes, okay you’re not going anywhere and by the looks of your ragging hard on you are just were you want to be Sam. As I hung there Leon set up camera all round and started filming. Okay Jon said we need to get all this nasty hair off your skinny twink body, Leon came over and started covering my pit and pubic hair in shaving foam then Jon started shaving me smooth, soon enough I was being washed down showing my hairless body, the monitors in the room showed every stroke of the razor. Okay lets do his bubble butt, I was lowered slightly then they attached ankle straps and then chains my legs where spread and I was lowered down and my wrist locked to floor hooks, as I looked up at the screen I could clearly see my pink rosebud on display, Jon then shaved any hair from my virgin boy hole, they next got some oil and oiled my slim body all over Leon was paying great attention to my cock and balls milking my cock as he went, at the same time I could feel Jon’s fingers pushing at my ring then slowly a finger went in the sensation was incredible as I was being finger fucked first one then two then three fingers stretching my hole, it was to much and my cock erupted the biggest orgasm of my life all over Leons face. Jon’s finger came out and he said that’s enough for now, and I knew that I wanted to be a bottom boy cum hound.

Sam, it’s time for you to learn how to swallow a cock, get down on your knees and hold Leon’s cock feel the hardness and heat from his throbbing member, now feel Leon’s balls notice how they are moving around in his sack, they are charging his sack with a nice load of cum. Now squeeze his cock and stick your tongue out see the precum leaking out now taste the sweet nectar. It was the first time I had tasted pre cum and it was so nice my first experience. Now put the head of Leons cock in your mouth and close your sweet lips around suck it hard, enjoy the precum, now take him further down, I swallowed his thick long black cock until it hit the back of my throat and then went up and down giving my first blow job. Cup his balls again feel how hard they are getting now that means Leon is getting ready to blow his load into your mouth, now open your throat and swallow feel his cock go all the way down your throat, the sensation was incredible I was now going all the way up and down his cock and I could tell he was really close to cumming, then Leon said I going to cum take my cum fuck fuck fuck as he held my head and forced his cock down all the way down my throat and his cock started pulsing salty cum straight down my throat, I came off slightly and more cum collected in my mouth, once Leon and finished Jon said open your mouth show the camera all the cum as I did this, Jon said lay down Leon on your back now and open your sexy mouth, now Sam release the cum into Leon’s mouth and tongue kiss him share the cum boys. Okay take a little break boy’s. I said to Jon that was awesome, Jon said you’re a natural cocksucker you’re doing well, my two sexy twinks, Sam you are going to get and give so much pleasure this is only the start. Jon handed the camera to Leon and said Sam I think your ready to taste a Positive cock what do you thing? Yes, I ready Sir, Jon lined up his Poz cock and I opened my licks and tasted his Positive pre cum it tasted so good, now all the way down, so I deep throated his big Poz cock I was look directly at his biohazard tattoo, wow Sam you are a talented cocksucker as Jon pulled out he said my cum is for your Virgin Boy pussy. Jon took the camera back from Leon and focused in on Leon and I again okay boys let’s talk about what’s next. Jon: Okay let’s have a look to see if anybody online has some nice ideas. Look we have a suggestion from BBPOZFUCKER he would like to see you boys opened up and fucking yourselves on a double ended dildo, what do you think Sam? Are we live? Yes Sam you have an audience of 200+ guys most of them probably positive watching and jerking off to your conversion, to late now and you know you love it besides you’re the star of the show 😊 Leon would you like to fuck each other on a double ended dildo, sure I’d love that, Sam you up for it? Yes, I knew there was no turning back now plus I had blue balls. I said to Jon, I don’t know how long I can hold this load for my balls are hurting. Okay gottcha. You promised Leon your load so lets do that first and then we can get to the dildo after. Leon, get yourself into the sling, Leon quickly took his place as Jon restrained his legs and arms. Leon’s sweet black ring was nicely on show, then Jon said eat his hole Sam and I started licking Leon out, good enough Sam now place your Virgin cock on his ring and squeeze some pre cum out, I did as instructed, now grab his tiny waist and push hard, so I trust forward my cock burst through Leon’s ring and he screamed as I went to stop Jon who was behind me thrust me forward and my hard balls slapped Leon's butt, Leon then said fuck me hard breed me with your Virgin cum and I started power fucking him. Leon was moaning in extasy Oh fuck this is so good, and I could feel my ball contract and the tingling sensation at the head of my cock and I knew I was going to blow my load, Yes, Yes Yes, I cumming as my cock throbbed and cum burst out breeding the sexy black boy hole. As I came down I notice Leon had cummed all over his face and chest, I licked up and swallowed it down, then Jon said Leon push it out and feed it to Sam as he did that I got all my cum in my mouth and then kissed it into Leon, Leon said thanks that was so good, there is only one thing better that a cock breeding you and that’s a positive cock breeding you, Sam I can’t wait until Jon deflowers you, you’ll love it and never look back. The cum the Positive main event.

I've read around on this site for a little while now, wanted to join and share some of my own experiences and how I got into bareback sex. I'm a 32 year old male, I live in the North West UK and I've been with guys since around the age of 22. Had my fair share of sex, with regular fuck buddies and also anonymous 1 off meets, but I'd always been a safe only guy, always using condoms. Last August during the Bank Holiday, I'd decided to give myself a much earned break and booked a hotel in blackpool for 2 nights so I could have some 'me' time in one of the saunas for the weekend. I've been to the sauna in blackpool numerous times and I was hoping it would be nice and busy for the Bank Holiday and I could unwind and get used by some anonymous guys for a couple of days. I arrived on the Saturday and checked into my hotel and hit the sauna straight away and luckily enough I was able to get a weekend pass so I could go as often as I wanted. On the Saturday, I went there over 2 separate spells between 1pm - 3:30pm and then again between 6pm - 8pm and I was glad to see a fair few men there. Lots of variety and plenty of guys looking for fun, I spent my time on the Saturday in the gloryholes giving guys head and swallowing numerous loads, as well as letting a few guys fuck me if they used condoms. I went back to my hotel feeling fully satisfied and I was looking forward to the following day, hoping it would be just as busy! After walking down the sea front for a little while I went back to the sauna again about 12pm on the Sunday and it was a lot busier than the previous day and a fair few of the older daddy type tops were there too which is my absolute favourite. After giving a few guys blow jobs in the gloryholes, I got chatting to a guy whilst in the hot tub and he'd asked about going to one of the booths together so I happily accepted. He was in his mid - late 40's, grayish hair, dad body (oh my god I love proper daddy types lol) and was about 7 inches or so. We went to one of the booths and we kissed for a little bit before he started to eat my arse and finger me for a little while. He was very, very good with his tongue and I wanted to make sure he was enjoying himself so I made sure to sit on his face whilst I was giving him head. His dick wasn't massive, but his pre cum tasted so damn good and he had some very heavy and full balls that he needed to unload. I lay on my back and opened my legs and he started to position himself to enter me, I grabbed a condom and he told me 'I don't like using them, they are a dick killer for me'. I replied I only play safe and he took it quite well and allowed me to put the condom on him and he slid inside me, slowly fucking me whilst we kissed. As he started to fuck me deeper and I moaned louder, he started to get quite verbal himself telling me how good my arse felt, that he'd love to feel me raw and how I should be bred exactly as he intended. I just carried on kissing him and asking him to fuck me harder but hearing him be so verbal about wanting me raw for some reason was really turning me on. I decided to get on all fours and let him fuck me from behind and the booth we were in had a TV monitor on, with a guy also on all four's, but begging for the guy in the video to fill his arse with cum. In the heat of the moment I found myself also really wanting this random man to cum in me, he started to fuck me from behind and he told me again how good my arse felt and after remembering what he said about condoms, I asked him 'would you get even harder if you didn't have that dick killer on?'. He pulled out of me and said 'Too fucking right it would, raw is better and you know you want it', and he then leant down and playfully bit my arse cheek. I was all caught up in just being ridiculously horny and taking a little inspiration from the porn on the TV monitor, I reached between my legs to feel for his dick and I peeled off the condom for him and threw it to the side. I started to shake my arse for him and he let out a 'hmmmm you filthy little boy' and I guided his dick back inside me. In that moment, I was legitimately shocked at how different bareback felt, skin on skin felt so much better and as he pushed himself inside me, asking me if I wanted him to breed me. My inner whore came out and begged for him to fill my arse up with every last drop and he started to pick up the pace and I was throwing my arse back on his dick like my life depended on it. Whilst all this was happening, I was getting hit with thoughts of finally taking bareback dick, whilst also having no clue if he was clean or not and with him continuing to be verbal about breeding me, I found myself craving his cum and giving 0 fucks about the consequence. It didn't take long for him to bury his dick deep in my arse and he moaned so damn loud and I could feel his dick twitching and shooting his cum up my arse. Instinctively, I found myself saying 'breed me daddy, fill my arse with your cum, put it as deep inside of me as you can'. Once he'd come, I wanted to clean his dick off (I'd never done arse to mouth, found out I really like it lol) and he gave me a kiss before leaving the room. I got back to my hotel later that afternoon to take a nap and that was when some of the worries started to settle in, but it didn't last long as I felt so excited about finally getting barebacked and it feels so fucking good. Since then, I've been much more relaxed with condoms, I don't ask guys to use them and unless they bring it up, I take it raw and can honestly say it's been the best decision I've made!

**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 interpreted as medical advice or instructions.** ~~~~~~ Third Anniversary - How did it all begin? Today is the third anniversary of our relationship. So we have been together with Kaleb for 1095 days. We started being together when I was 18 years old, an inexperienced and innocent young man. Now I am 21 years old and my name is John. I have a boyish build - slim and short. My hair is blond and my body is hairless except for pubic hair. My daddy is 58 years old Kaleb. He is tall, dark and very hairy. We met each other for the first time in a gay website chat, where for weeks we sent each other horny messages. Kaleb actively asked what I was interested in and what kind of sex I dreamed of. Kaleb really appreciated it when I told him. that I was still a virgin. At first, I had no idea who was chatting with me. Kaleb's nickname is Looking4BBoy. I had read endless different stories about bareback sex and insemination. I had also watched thousands of video clips where holes were seeded with raw cock. I was so excited that Chattaaja wanted to find BBoy for himself. I described countless times in the chat how I would like to get raw cock and seed into my boy hole. I was quickly hooked on chatting with Looking4BBoy. The dirtier I wrote, the more attention and messages I got. At this point, it's probably good to say that during this entire 3-year relationship, Kaleb has never fucked me. Not raw, not with rubber. Not even once. I haven't received a single sperm load from Kaleb. After a good month of chatting, we finally decided to see each other. We arranged a date at a cafe where we met one Wednesday night. We first talked about general information, but soon Kaleb moved the conversation to our sexual messaging. Kaleb asked if I had been serious about the messages I sent. I told him of course I was. In fact, I no longer remembered what I had written to him in the heat of the moment. Actually, the date wasn't even a date. Rather, it was an interview. A bit like I was in a job interview. The most relevant questions seemed to be related to obedience. Was I ready to do whatever was asked of me? Am I ready to give all the power to Kaleb? Do I understand that the commitment is permanent, i.e. I could no longer cancel the permission given once. All I could think about was bare sex with Kaleb, so I nodded my head and just said yes, yes. At this point, I hadn't yet realized that Kaleb's nickname BBoy had meant something different than I had thought. This became clear only later. I was prepared for Kaleb to take me home from his date and I had been daydreaming about getting my first cock, a raw cock that would hammer my virgin ass until it finally squirted my ass full of Kaleb's sweet salty nectar. But no. Kaleb didn't take me to his house. He said it was time for me to decide if I was ready to commit to a relationship. If I want to commit, I would have to take an STD test and bring a written certificate of negative results on Saturday. Kaleb still wants to interview me and, if I answer the questions correctly, then after that we could make our relationship official. It's been three years since that Saturday. The very next morning I went for STD tests, which was funny because Kaleb knew full well that I was a virgin. On Saturday at 3 pm I rang Kaleb's doorbell. Kaleb opened the door and he was wearing very casual jeans and a t-shirt. The man looked hot. I was wearing a sleeveless shirt and very short shorts. I wanted to look as attractive as possible to Kaleb. Kaleb invited me in and led me into the living room to sit in an armchair. A stand with a video camera was set up in front of the armchair. Kaleb asked if I was ready to start. I nodded at Kaleb. First, Kaleb asked me to tell the camera who I am. Kaleb asked me to show the camera an ID card with a photo at the same time. After that I had to show the camera my clean STD certificate. After this, it was the turn of a list of questions: Tell me how old are you? 21 Are you top or bottom? 100% bottom Are you a virgin? Yes Do you believe that Raw is Law? Yes Sperm always belongs inside an unprotected hole? YES Will you always obey Daddy? Yes Are you sure that Daddy always knows best what is best for the boy? Yes Do you promise not to take any medicine without Daddy's permission? Yes "Very good," said Kaleb. "So it's clear, we can make our relationship official. repeat after me," continued Kaleb. "I promise to be obedient, submissive and loyal to my BBoy Daddy. I will do anything my Daddy wants without hesitation. I will be available to Daddy whenever he needs me. I promise to always be Daddy's own Bug boy". John replayed it all on video camera, but WHAT THE HELL IS Bug boy, John thought. Kaleb turned off the video camera and ran a hand through John's blond hair. "Great, now the fun can begin," he told John. "What did you mean by that, I'm your Bug boy," John asked Kaleb. "That's your stage name. We're going to make you a viral superstar. The Bug Boy who lets everyone fuck his unprotected hole. There are hundreds of thousands of horny men in the world who want to watch your live channel where you let everyone cum in your unprotected and unmedicated hole. You won't find anything so dirty or a nasty fucker who wouldn't squirt his hot seed inside you. We're making a vlog showing everything. All the loads and bugs you've collected," said Kaleb. *** Well, how does this John story seem? Is there a reason to continue this? It would be nice to hear your thoughts on what might have happened to John during these three years. You can also DM me your thoughts.

I started barebacking with my first serious boy friend. We started dating and didnt even have sex with each other for weeks. Our first few time we just just sucked each other and gradually moved to fucking but always with condoms. AIDS was still deadly back then and condoms were ubiquitous. Soon we were spending every night together and every night we would fuck, albeit wrapped. Our sex was wonderful, passionate and we were in love, One night we were making out and had been sucking his dick for a while getting it really slick when I got up and sat down on his penis letting it slide in my hole. Once it was all the way in I bent down to kiss him and started riding. We were both moaning, telling each other how good it felt. Before long he tells me he is really close. I respnded with a "fuck yes" and he responded that he wasn't wearing a condom. I told him I didn't care and I wanted his cum. A few seconds later he starts moaning louder and I could feel his penis pulsating as he unloaded. That was the last night we ever used condoms. The next night I had him on his back, legs up, eating his incredible hairy hole, and slid in with out fumbling with a condom. It was so natural, felt so much better and intimate. The routine of pulling out, taking the condom off filled with your semen and tossing has become repugnant. Now I will not have sex with a man who insists on condoms

This all started around the end of 2018 when Patrick started PrEP. As someone who’s a bit shy around sex Patrick felt that PrEP could reduce his anxiety around condomless sex and turn him more into the pig he always desired to be. You see, he had a darker sexual idea of intimacy for years but never fully embraced it. For a long time he’d been a member of bareback forums and a member of BBRT even since he was a first year undergrad in college. While Patrick fantasized bareback sex and getting roughed up in the bathhouses of the big city, these desires only stayed a fantasy and never were a reality. Patrick had a deep desire for hairy men, group sex, flip fucking, exchanging seed and swapping loads, pummeling each other and using loads as lubricant, in dark, dimly lit spaces. To Patrick, PrEP could be the key he needed to unlock his promiscuity. The time he first started taking PrEP was also around the same time Patrick accepted a new job at a startup in the Flatiron neighborhood. Things were looking up for him now as he had entered his late 20s; he was more assured with the direction his career was heading. Additionally, a new workout routine had finally started to kick into a higher gear as he began focusing more on weight training, pushing less reps and heavier weights, and feeling more confident with the barbell. A few months prior Patrick was an average weight-height ratio, a true mesomorph, with a little extra love around his chest and hips, but since he began hitting the gym and eating leaner, he was losing weight and seeing more definition in his arms, back, and shoulders. Walking around nude around the locker room was also different, as his shyness was becoming less and less obvious from his early and mid 20s. His chest hair was also starting to grow more dark and curly; he was becoming more manly and less boyish. If he had time after his workout, he’d even stick around in his towel and begin to use the dry sauna, hoping to catch sight of someone joining him or to hook eyes with another gym rat. On an early November morning Patrick had planned his PrEP appointment at the Chelsea health clinic not far from the office. Showing up early he was amongst a bunch of other gay men waiting outside for the doors to open. Patrick was a bit nervous as he wasn’t sure how much time he’d need or how seamless the process would be with the doctor. In no time the doors had opened, and the queue had begun filling in their clipboards with personal information. Finally after nearly an hour and a half, his number was called and was presented to the doctor who’d exchange all the information he needed to begin building up his immunity. Upon finishing up his appointment and heading to his office for the day, he had already begun his daily regimen of the blue pill to become the primal bareback sex fucker he’d been pining for. All Patrick needed to do now was wait for 2 weeks and the games would begin. He kept track every morning how many days left until he’d let his body be consumed by all the new fuck buddies he’d soon be making. Motivated and completely horned by all this activity and excitement about being used, Patrick decided to walk back after work to the west side of town to Chelsea and head to his go-to sex shop, the one with a long blue awning outside and awkward mannequins in the window display. His current bottle of poppers were drying up and needed to refill, but some other purchases could possibly inspire him that day at the store. While he typically didn’t buy much more than a bottle of poppers and silicone lube, Patrick decide to go for his first jockstrap with a thick black waist band and a big pouch to hold all his junk in. Feeling a bit out of place and unsure what he actually wanted, he kept flipping the jocks across the clothing rack rather quickly as if he knew what he wanted, but clearly didn’t come PrEPared. Upon finding something medium size, and simple in design, Patrick brought his selected black jockstrap to the cash register to this cute guy who he recognized before from prior shop visits. This man in his late thirties has a good looking face but not particularly conversational. Patrick gestured to this cashier that he needed a minute to grab some poppers on the shelf behind the line, but instead of grabbing 1 bottle he grabbed 3. 1 bottle he picked up he recognized and 2 were new he hadn’t tried. He felt it was worth investigating further so he asked the cashier “would you recommend these 3?” The cashier took a look at the selection and without hesitation returned “I’d go for the white English one missing the logo, guys say it’s pretty strong”. Looking at the price it was more expensive and in a larger bottle than the others. The value made sense to Patrick so he quickly exchanged one of the 2 new ones for the white bottle and was ready to commit. To Patrick, the stronger the fumes, the better the fucking. “sounds like you’re gonna have one hell of a night”, the cashier said softly as he winked and smiled. Patrick blushed, “well I’m hoping to branch out a bit from the same ones I always get”, proving just how shy Patrick is. He could feel his palms sweat, as the cashier handed him the small stapled paper bag with the poppers and jock. “Have a nice night!” as Patrick scurried out. “You too man!” he could hear from behind. Once home in Harlem Patrick started messaging some guys on BBRT, invigorated by his new purchases and with the renewed sense of certainty that he was getting closer to uninhibited group sex he always desired. One of the guys messaged Patrick, giving him a jolt of horniness and excitement. The message was super basic as you can imagine. “Hey what’s up” this stud wrote. Intrigued by the prospect, Patrick went to his profile to see a guy who was well built, and listing many hot keywords: kissing, sucking, verse, group fun, rimming, 69, undetectable. This guys preferences were practically singing to Patrick as he began envisioning the two of them entwining their bodies together, exchanging their fluids, exchanging saliva and cum, licking each others sweat, huffing and huffing poppers all night. Patrick also saw a coupl emojis: eggplants as usual, but also a mountain and some clouds blowing, which he thought seemed a bit out of context. Without much thought Patrick began edging carefully as he contemplated messaging him back. Patrick thought that this might be someone he could meet up with in the coming days, as his plan was to wait until Friday night after work and see what kind of trouble he could get himself in to. Restraining himself from cumming, Patrick decided to prioritize browsing guys and getting comfortable with what hot profiles his neighborhood could offer. He did not recognize anyone from any prior hookup but potentially there could have been prior messages Patrick had regrettably ghosted in the past. Not this time he thought. Friday finally came, and Patrick felt like a kid waking to a white Christmas morning. Now that he completed his immunization, Patrick would later that night go hunting on BBRT across the entire city, searching for verse and hairy guys who wanted to ram their cocks into cum filled holes. Getting through the day, Patrick hit the NYSC by Park Ave around lunchtime, focusing on his arms and chest. Patrick spent a solid hour and 10 minutes working his body, feeling his testosterone lighten the stress a bit. Looking in the mirror of the locker room Patrick could clearly see the results of today’s routine, recognizing his arms and chest all pink and swollen from the pump of his workout; his face was flushed pink as well. Everyone else in the locker room during the lunch rush minded their business as if it were a normal Friday. After Patrick had returned back to the office, he pursued his remaining tasks before the weekend started. Patrick’s last meeting finished up, and by 6 it was time to leave, catch the D train home to 145th St. and start PrEParing for the night. Patrick was completely spent from the long draining day at work and feeling the exhaustion from his workout, he was feeling more focused on his need for a nap once he got home. Speed walking from the station and from the dark and cold air, Patrick made it home, walked up his quiet and empty apartment, and slipped into bed, setting his alarm for 9:30. Hearing the gentle chimes, Patrick recognized that it was well into his Friday evening and he needed to get a move on. Luckily, Patrick slept solidly and was ready to focus on getting some dinner ready and start cleaning his ass. Patrick had a basic meal ready in no time, accompanied by a few shots of rum. It was strong but would help him relax even further into the night. It was time to hit the shower, taking with him his douche, his new poppers, and his music playlist. The playlist that Patrick had curated was dedicated to deep and seductive beats, a very low energy but could easily put you in a sexual trans. While he didn’t want to take too long cleaning himself, Patrick took the liberty of opening one of his fresh poppers and inhaling the fumes through one of his nostrils, letting the warmth make his body glow. His heart was pounding in his ears as his ass lips were pulsing. Patrick slipped 2 fingers up his ass, feeling the pleasure of something entering his ass and rubbing the walls inside. His cock was full of pulsing blood, making him erect at 8 inches. Fuck. Tonight was going to be a ride. By nearly 10:30 Patrick was fully prepped, and feeling the intensity of his continued use of poppers mixed with the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream. Patrick could feel the worked muscles from his workout and confident with his looks. Dried off and laying in bed, Patrick opened up BBRT and began exploring all online profiles within a 5 mile radius. The profiles were just incredible; it was a buffet of furry raunchy pigs. It seemed that every block in the city showed somebody online wanting to bareback. Patrick was sweating and he could see clear precum begin to ooze from his erect cut shaft dribble down his mushroom head. Patrick was determined he was going to hit up multiple guys and take each of their loads, allowing them to churn the last pigs shot into him like making butter, slicking his ass with any load he could get. While there were some messages sent from blank profiles, Patrick kept on, sending a handful of messages of his own indicating that he was interested in what the other guys were up to. He soon checked out a profile of a couple in their 40s who lived close to his Harlem apartment. The pictures from their side looked hot!, (although who could know for sure if they were up to date). Some of the photos had them together and some separate. One of the guys a bit tall and somewhat thinner but broad shoulders, while the other guy was a bit more beefy and a chest full of hair. Their account showed active and online, and that they can host, fantastic! Patrick sent a message and waited a bit, and in very little time he got a reply from the couple. For Patrick, this couple would be his priority if they could host and could host NOW. After some quick back and forth, the conversation did not waste any time getting to the matter of position, likes, timing, and phone numbers. Moving to text, the couple sent the address and let Patrick head on over. Slipping on the new jockstrap, warm clothes and a shoulder bag with his new sex supplies, Patrick would show up on their brownstone doorstep within 15 minutes. After being buzzed in and walking up to the third floor, Patrick could hear their apartment front door open with a low voice call him in to greet him. Seeing the guys head peek out, the taller partner welcomed Patrick with a warm tone to his voice, covering his mostly naked body with the front door. “I’m Mike, great to see you Patrick” Mike closed the door behind Patrick and were facing each other, with Mike only wearing short briefs. Looking at his face Patrick recognized him from the photos very clearly and was relieved to see that his photos were accurate. Entering their apartment, Patrick was met with the smell of burning incense and low lit colorful lighting, and a warm air temperature. Patrick scanned the room trying to gauge the layout and if the partner was around. “You look incredibly fucking hot, this is going to be a lot of fun” Mike closed in on Patrick. Given that everything was meeting Patrick’s immediate expectations he was relaxed to give Mike a smile and a brief embrace. “Thanks for having me over so quickly you look hot yourself” Patrick returned. Mike continued to gaze into Patrick’s eyes. At this point, a sound from the kitchen could be heard as the partner, wearing a tank and briefs, came around the corner holding what appeared to be Gatorades. “Hey there kiddo I’m Ben” the shorter partner said. Mike looked at Ben with a devilish grin as Ben came up to Patrick, giving him an amicable hug to gesture his welcome. “So how long have you lived in Harlem? I don’t think I’ve seen you much online or at anybody else’s house before” Ben said “Yeah I’ve been in this area four years actually, I just don’t log on too often” Patrick replied, taking off his coat and placing the bag to the floor. “Well we’re looking forward to getting to know you better” Said Mike, smiling Small chat continued briefly about the apartment, helping Patrick ease into the environment, and the hosts were gracious to help him get comfortable. “Water?” Ben asked, heading back to the kitchen “Yes that would be great thank you. By the way I picked up some fresh poppers I hope that’s something we could try if you’re interested” “Thanks for bringing them! We can’t get enough of them. We have some new ones too so we should be in good company” said Ben Mike ushered Patrick, “come follow me Patrick. And hey, Ben? Can you also grab the other supplies?” Mike led Patrick thru the living room down their hallway, opening the door a bit further to Mike and Ben’s bedroom, more dimly lit and curtains sealing the windows. A projector was also showing incredible porn with the volume at a decent level. There was also a laptop in the middle of the bed and several cups on their dresser right near the bed. Patrick was excited but nervous, recognizing that things were gonna start heating up. “This is our room, now don’t be shy you can have a seat in the bed let me grab some candy we picked up from the deli” Patrick removed his shoes and socks, took a spot on the bed and watched as Ben came in with the Gatorade and gummy bears from the kitchen. Mike came over to Patrick and proceeded to deeply kiss him from the edge of the bed. “Let’s take this off shall we” Mike said looking into Patrick’s eyes and running his fingers across his waist. Before long, Patrick had pulled his long sleeve shirt over his head and revealed his chest. Ben had now reappeared in the doorway, focusing on their new guest as Mike took Patrick’s shirt and laid it on a side chair. Patrick’s heart was racing but was more excited than nervous. “Oh let me grab my bag in the living room” Patrick got up and headed down the hall. Grabbing his bag, Patrick returned down the hall half naked and reentered the bedroom. Ben had taken to the bed having removed his short as Mike was going through the drawers looking for something. Ben gestured to Patrick to come meet him in bed, and Patrick responded by unbuttoning his pants and exposing his black jockstrap and his hairy legs. “WOOF you’re gonna make us wild tonight, bring that ass over here!” Mike called. Climbing into the bed, Patrick dove straight into Ben and began making out aggressively, tongue locked and feeling their bodies press against each other. They could feel each others muscles and firm and warm bodies comfortably come together as they started to suck each others necks. “ would you like to try on any of our gear? We have tube socks and a harness if you’d like, I’m gonna put mine on” Mike said. Patrick chimed “ I’d love to sure “ returning to Ben, as Ben licked his pecks. Patrick’s set of gear was handed to him and he quickly figured out how the back pieces crossed and how his arms would feed through. Patrick could hear the poppers open as Ben inhaled long in each nostril. Ben looked like he entered Pleasure Island as he sat back against the headboard, took a pause to let the warmth run through his body. Patrick climbed back to Ben, facing him with his ass facing Mike. In moments, Patrick could feel the third person join the bed and began rimming his ass. Mike cradled Patrick’s dick as Mike licked upwards to the base, back toward his hole. Mike's tongue circled and circled, while he stroked Patrick’s dick slowly and tenderly. And then SLAP - against Patrick’s ass. Ben and Patrick continued licking each others tongues and exchanging saliva. Their hands cupping around each others ears to stabilize each other and holding each other firmly. Mike was now sucking on Patrick’s ass hole as the inner ass muscles were relaxed. Ben grabbed the bottle of poppers and held it to Patrick’s nostrils. “Five seconds each kiddo, we’re gonna all take a turn and get flying” Ben said. Patrick complied, letting each nostril fill with the amyl fumes, reaching his blood vessels and through his body. It was ecstasy, and Patrick took a third hit before passing the bottle to Mike. Mike inhaled twice in each nostril before capping the bottle and throwing the poppers on to the bed. “Want a cock ring? Might be fun if you haven’t used one” Ben asked me. “Yeah I’ve never used one but I’ll take one if you’ve got an extra” Patrick replied. Ben scurried off the bed and went to the dresser. Sitting back against the pillows, Patrick and Mike faced each other before colliding into each others arms and started licking each others chest. Patrick could taste Mike's salty body, letting his lips suck at Mike's treasure trail, down into his crotch. Patrick proved more dominant and pushed Mike back to expose Mike's mast. Immediately Patrick began feasting on his meat, roughly 7 inches long but pretty fat. Each of them slipped on their elastic and colorful rings. Patrick felt like it wasn’t completely necessary for his already hard dick but felt comfortable with the pressure on his balls. Before continuing Patrick grabbed some water and rehydrated. Ben, applied lube to Mike's cock and said, “wanna ride him first? And I face fuck you?” Without hesitation Patrick swung his legs on both sides of Mike to straddle him as he lined up Mike's dick right up to his loose fuck hole. Letting Patrick control the dick invasion, the slick cock pushed through Patrick’s ass lips and began to slide slowly through, letting out a low and deep moan. Ben already had the poppers ready for Patrick, as Patrick took a longer huff in each nostril. Once Patrick was sitting at the root of Mike’s throbbing dick, he let Mike's meat adjust in his warm soft cunt and settle in its new home, until he slowly begun riding back and forth like a jockey, rocking and milking themselves; Patrick pinning down Mike's elbows, and their rhythm maintaining a good pace. Ben climbed over Mike's face, giving his partner access to his sweet furry cunt, and Patrick access to his swollen uncut rod. Ben could now lean forward and grip Patrick’s hips, massaging his back muscles and lightly dig his fingernails up and down. It left red marks but not in a painful way. Patrick was quietly working Ben’s growing hard-on as Mike sucked his partners hairy ball sack. The moaning of all three of them continued as the porn from the projector continued through the queue of scenes. Now you could hear the bed beginning to squeak just a bit but ultimately the bed contained these pigs pretty well. Their heat was warming up the room and Patrick was in the center of the action. Their sweat had made his skin slick, and occasionally requiring he push back his bangs. “Hey wanna try something stronger? We wanna see if you’d like to try something that’s similar to poppers but lasts more than just a couple minutes. It’s definitely stronger and we have a bunch we wanna share with ya” Patrick’s eyes lit up. Hearing that it was similar to poppers was what Patrick was hoping to hear and this couple was fulfilling his needs. Continuing to ride Mike, Patrick agreed “fuck yeah I want you to take me beyond the limit” “Trust us you’re gonna love it. It’s gonna be a good time” Ben said in an enthusiastic way, emphasizing the last sentence. Mike looked to Ben and Ben got to the bedside table and got three big shot glasses already pre poured with what looked like a red Gatorade cocktail. “What’s in that?” Patrick asked. “Some really good shit. You’re gonna feel incredibly cock hungry and you’ll want more. Start with this dosage and see how you feel after 30 minutes.” Ben said. Stopping for a moment for Mike to pull over and sit upright, Mike grabbed a shot glass and handed one to Patrick and Ben grabbed Mike a glass and one for himself. “See ya on the other side kiddo”

Something about me -- I'm 26 years old, half British and half Iranian, working in London for the past 5 years. I'm 6'2" and pretty athletic, without being a muscle jock. I have dark hair and eyes. I also have a thick 7 inch cock and I have no trouble hooking up with girls but I've secretly preferred guys for a long time. Given how easy it is to hook up in London I've been a total slut since I downloaded Grindr. Will be posting some of my hottest encounters here. Last year in Nov I was visiting Dubrovnik in Croatia for work. My company booked a room in the business district of the city but I wanted to see the old town part of town so I cancelled it and booked an Airbnb instead. Which turned out to be an amazing decision. When I got to the Airbnb it was locked and there was no one to meet me. I called the Airbnb owner and he didn't answer. After half an hour of sitting on my suitcase and starting to feel pissed, the host called me back and said he was heading over to open the place. When he finally arrived, all my irritation at being made to wait basically evaporated. My host was maybe late 30s/ early 40s, wearing a sleeveless vest, shorts, and flip-flops, despite the slightly chilly weather. He had delicious bulging biceps and calves and close cropped hair over a handsome, cheeky face. I'm normally into twinks rather than daddies but this guy made my cock twitch and start to fill up. Without apologizing for the wait he looked me up and down and gave me a smirk before opening the door. I felt like he had x-rayed me and knew what was going on in my head, and I just smiled back at him. After showing me the apartment and how everything worked, he told me to call him if I needed anything and left. As soon as he left I stripped off my pants and started stroking my semi hard cock, which soon turned into a raging hard-on and leaking pre-cum. I opened Grindr and started browsing profiles, and started chatting with a few cute ones. I wanted to empty my balls into a twink but I couldn't get my host out of my mind. I started wondering what his cock looked like and whether he was into guys, with the smirk he gave me. TBC..

I am in no way condoning but bugchasing, and this may be the wrong forum, but here goes. I know there are a lot of "bugchasers" posting here and on hookup sights that I have to wonder if they are actually having any kind of sex. I'm pretty sure they aren't actually going to bathhouses, fuck clubs, ABS or other places guys cruise and have random sex with multiple partners. I don't personally know anyone who is actually positive, who actually wanted to become positive or caught it any other way. I'm sure there are some but I don't know them. So it seems me that posting about and trying to have sex for a single purpose or fetish is probably not an effective way to actually fulfill a self destructive fantasy. The way to actually catch is not take any precautions and fuck bareback with as many deprived sex addicts as possible, not sit home and jackoff to your fantasy. I don't think you even have to bottom, I was very paranoid about not allowing anyone to cum in my ass, but I shoved my dick into, probably thousand, of cum filled sluts in the 10 years before I found out I was poz. What I'm really saying is, give up the fantasy get out there and enjoy yourself by fucking with as many guys as you can. While I would prefer you take all of the precautions available. I fully realize I am asking you to do as I say, not what I actually did.

Mine are real. I don't load counts just partner counts. With all the events I attend annually (including CLAW, Pig Week, 3 Fist Fests, Palm Springs Leather Pride, 4 Atlanta Dominion parties, trips to the bathhouse, random guys in the bars, hookups off asspig, sniffies, etc.. as well as adult film shoots (I'm JaredEriksonXXX on Twitter) i easily have over 400 sex partners fucking my ass, fisting my ass, sucking and milking my fat dong, feeding me their cock and seed orally every year. My personal best was in 2018 with 903 partners using me. I have a lifetime partner count of over18,200 guys and can't wit til i pass the 20K mark in a few years, My promiscuous exploits can be seen on film and have been written about (CumUnion experiences) by another member on here. I have many sexual highs I've been blessed to experience in my life. Some recent high points have been: *having 33 partners fuck and fist me at a Folsom Weeken CumUnion to the point I was so loose the last guy gave up fucking me and jerked off inside me. Even with added underwear an gym shorts on I still leaked through in the uber and had a huge wet spot on my ass when went in to Denny's after; *taking 2 hands at once for the first time at Fist Fest 2 years ago and having it captured on film; *being tag team fucked and then offered up and passed around while in my pup hood at a pup event called Dog Days at Parliament resort in Augusta GA. *Being on all 4's in my pup hood in the play area of the Heretic bar in Atlanta an getting fisted with guys all around me, *surviving 10 days of heavy use at pig week, which I've pushed myself at more and more every year so that after the heavy fisting use (fucking) I subjected my body to everyday at the 2022 event my ass was trashed and my rectum gaped to the point I had to wear diapers for a few days after the event, *being bred in the steam room at the Sports Barn in Chattanooga multiple nights by a hot red haired guy and his buddy. So, in conclusion, i am a thick cocked, slack ass sexual glutton. I am on PrEP and they know me well at the county heath department due to the need for frequent testing (though this year will be much less there since i can now get home STI kits and just go there for treatment). I can't begin to express how grateful I am to live such a sex heavy promiscuous life and use my body to serve as an Apostle of Lust. Asmodeus has blessed me well. I wish such happiness and Pleasure upon all my fellow males.

By this time I was incredibly horny and willing to take some risks. The bathroom had a toilet hose (which is pretty rare in Europe) and I used it to clean my ass thoroughly and then trimmed my ass carefully with my trimmer. I wanted an excuse to call the host so I turned off the hot water faucet on the geyser and called him to complain about no hot water. I then stripped completely and wrapped a towel around my waist and waited for him, with my heart beating like crazy. After 20 mins he opened the door and found me sitting on the sofa chair in my towel, with one leg exposed and the towel barely covering my boner. He paused and gave me that cheeky smirk again, which I returned. Just seeing him made my cock jump in the towel and I'm sure he noticed. Then he walked to the bathroom and turned on the faucet. When he came out I had one hand inside the towel and I smiled at him and he was obviously staring at me. He said to me in his thick accent "you look good" and my heart jumped, and I knew for sure then. I told him "You're hot" while stroking my cock inside my towel. He just walked over and pulled me up and and kissed me on the lips. For almost 5 mins we just kissed, with our hands exploring each others' bodies and our tongues wrestling. I felt his big biceps and his tight pecs while he squeezed and fondled my ass. I broke off the kiss and pushed him down on the sofa chair and started kissing his smooth legs and slowly moved up to his crotch, biting and licking through the fabric. Then I pulled down his shorts to reveal his beautiful cock which was still flaccid but at least 5 inches even soft. I got on my knees and devoured his cock with my mouth, covering it with my spit and alternating between his balls and the shaft. I felt his cock grow quickly in my mouth till it was at least 7 inches and fucking thick! It was the perfect cock, with thick veins and tight, full balls that I couldn't get enough of. As I was bouncing my head on his magnificent cock, he reached back and tugged off the towel to make me completely naked as I became his cocksucking slut. He licked one finger and started tapping and prodding my hole with his finger which drove me crazy.

Part 2 Seeing that the shot glass was already in Patrick’s hand, there wasn’t much point in turning back, but to only move forward, as the night was just getting started. The three knocked back their glasses and all squeamed at the bitter acrid flavor. Passing the Gatorade bottle around they each rinsed the flavor out and took a pause to adjust to the beverage they consumed. Ben grabbed a few pieces of candy and popped some in Mike’s mouth, handing Patrick a couple as well. “That stuff is terrible, hope you’re right and it's worth it. What happens now?” “We should start seeing it take into effect. It’s gonna make us feel more relaxed and give us a euphoric feel. But it’s not immediate, it takes 20 minutes” Mike reassured. “Ok, cool. Never thought I’d try something like that but let’s see how it goes” Patrick reiterated. “Yeah you’re gonna start to swirl, you’ll tell” Ben followed, smiling with a sense of self awareness and familiarity. Patrick dismounted Mike to change positions and give his calves a break. Ben, who was sitting back, legs up, and rubbing his pink hole, hand gestured to Patrick to come forward and top him. Ben’s chest showed beads of sweat pooling in between his furry pecs. Patrick crawled forward to Ben as Patrick began bathing Ben like a lioness cleaning her cub. Ben’s chest was salty, while his mouth was sweet from the gummy bears and the citric acid he had snacked on. Their tongues once again furrociously attacked each other. Their grunts were animalistic, as Ben’s legs were lifted over Patrick’s shoulders. It was a great position for Patrick to begin eating Ben’s male pussy and lick his sack. Patrick’s tongue managed to reach pretty far up his pink cunt, feeling his soft insides. “Fuuuuuuuuuckk ughhh keep it coming kiddo” Ben gasped. Ben’s man juices were sweet and insatiable. Leaving Ben’s hole slick with saliva and pushing back against his thighs, Patrick licked upwards across Ben’s tense bulbospongiosus muscle between his ass and his dick, making Ben moan even louder. Seeing Ben’s reaction he went back from sucking on Ben’s testicles back down to his pelvic muscles and reapplied pressure with his tongue and nose. Feeling Mike’s hands from behind, Patrick was getting his ass tuned up for another round of getting eaten out. Mike was excellent at rimming, he knew to not go too fast and he used the entire flat top of his tongue on Patrick. Mike and Patrick had their mouths stuffed, and could hear Ben groan the loudest as he watched his guest and his partner lined up in front of him. Amidst the action, Ben watched the porn play an orgy scene, set in the basement of a bar, and a group of pigs were filming each other using only the flashlights from their phones. These were some of the sweatiest pigs, quietly passing the bottom around with their black eyes. For Patrick, blowjobs were not really his top preference, but feeling the sexual tension he was willing to get as much cock as he could. Patrick stuffed his mouth with Ben’s meat nice and easily, realizing that his gag reflex was not interfering in any way. He could almost go all the way down to the base before coming up for air. “Dude you’re taking that dick so fucking good, don’t stop Patrick. You feeling the high kicking in? It’s fucking hitting me right now pfffff—ughhhh fuckkk”. “Yeah I’m starting to fucking swirl back here too hun, I’m gonna need that lube back here, can you pass me it Patrick?” Without a moment waiting, Patrick grabbed the lube on the edge of the bed and shoved it in Mike’s hand fast. He needed his dick back in him, he needed this raunchy spit roast to happen. Patrick could feel the horniness increase, feeling his heart pulse his blood rapidly, his body temperature begin to heat up, and could see his sweat creating drip marks on the sheets. He wanted these men to completely devour his body, enter his holes. Patrick lowered his hips for Mike while he pressed his hands into Ben’s inner thighs. It turns out that Ben is a grower, and boy he grew in girth and another inch of length, pulling his foreskin fully back, revealing a wide piss slit for Patrick to tongue. Patrick continued making love to Ben’s meat, without any sign of slowing down. “Guys I’m definitely feeling the high, oh my god my body feels so light and electric. Fuck me Mike, fuck me so deep.” Patrick growled back over his shoulder. “Boss you wanna feel me pump your ass with my semen? You’d like that huh? I’m gonna ask you return the favor to Ben and we can make a fuck train.” Mike growled back, smiling and showing his teeth. SLAP - Mike gripped Patrick’s ass with full strength, giving this ass another long lick over Patrick’s pucker. Mike inched himself on his knees closer behind Patrick’s lowered rear and rubbed his dick up and down this boys class crack in front of him. The lube was rubbing off and onto Patrick’s ass requiring that Mike apply a few more squirts of lube to fully slick up their bodies. Slapping his dick on Patrick’s hole, Mike could see Patrick’s ass clit pulsing and winking at him, signaling he needed raw cock. “Ughhh fuck, I need bareback sex. Fuck me raw” Patrick begged. Mike obliged, pressing his tip back inside the boys ass, gliding effortlessly passed the boy’s lips, and passed through his first ring. Using his teeth, Ben tore at the plastic of a different brand new bottle of poppers from the dresser and discarded the plastic to the floor. He opened the cap and assisted Patrick in feeding him long huffs of poppers. FUCK these were equally strong, taking over Patrick’s entire body. “Woahhhhooough you gotta try these you guys.” Patrick breathed. Patrick passed on the bottle to Mikes hands, as their motion paused for Mike to inhale. Mike took in his huff for 10 seconds on the left, and on the right, passing the open bottle for Ben to take some. Now that everyone was ready to go, their rhythm had begun. Ben was breathing loudly, taking himself into overdrive, while Patrick and Mike were panting in sync. Everyone’s bodies were hot and to the touch and their skin was slick with beads of sweat. The extra lube, everybody’s sweat, along with the poppers made for easy pounding pounding. Mike rammed in fast, pulled out slowly, giving his cock a flex inside Patrick. “I’m swirling, I’m fucking high fffffff-ughhh I wanna get fucked so hard by you kiddo, you wanna fuck me like you’re getting fucked right now?” Ben groaned. “Yeah let me be in the middle of you guys, that would be fucking hot.” Ben quickly took a pillow, folded it and positioned himself right in front of Patrick’s dripping cock. Ben’s ass was pointing straight at him, inviting them both to come closer. Ben’s meaty ass had tufts of sweaty public hair circling his ass, clumping in the sweat and saliva. Mike and Patrick, still penetrated, carefully kneeled up close to Ben to get the three of them fucking. Patrick lubed Ben’s naked cock up, as Ben mouthed his lips to Patrick and with wide eyes, “you fucking beautiful boy, youre so fucking sexy.” Patrick lined up, pressing into Ben’s cave, and could see his veiny cock slip into Ben’s soft and warm tunnel. “Haaaaawwwww yessssss big boy, your big dick feels incredible” Patrick closed his eyes in ecstasy, as his fists supported his torso on both sides of Ben’s hips. This gave Patrick support to easily back into Mike and forward into Ben. His fuck hole and his cock were getting worked together. Mike changed positions slightly, getting on his hind legs and gripping Patrick’s harness, managing himself to thrust more upwards. In unison, their trio bareback was tapping into their animalistic grunting, heaving, thrusting and moaning. Ben and Patrick reentered their deep kissing, tongue fucking and licking more aggressively. “ I’m so fucking high, holy shit you guys this stuff is so fucking good, what is this stuff again?” “It’s the G, this is a fucking good batch. We love it when we have groups over” Mike panted with his eyes shut. “Ugh I wanna do more in a bit, we should maybe do our regular dose, this was a bit less to get you started kiddo” Ben said Patrick saw the digital clock and saw that it was 3am. The night was flying. Patrick could understand one thing, and that was that he wanted to go deeper, he wanted more cock and more sweat to keep their juices flowing. As their bodies were slamming into each other, Patrick leaned back upright, rubbed his hands all over his own chest, pushing back his slick greasy hair. His armpit hair showing off, pits stinking, and feeling like the sex trophy he always wanted to be. Hands from Mike and Ben enveloped him as they breathed heavily, squeezing his flexed muscles. Mike could not go any deeper into Patrick as his thighs pressed into Patrick’s ass as far as he could reach, throwing his whole body into him. Mike was getting tenser and louder, his grip firmly squeezing Patrick’s shoulders. “Ughhh ughhh ugghhh I’m cumming a bit, oooohh fuck I’m squirting inside you” “Knock me up you fucking pig, feed me your jizz, I want your raunchy juices inside where it belongs” Patrick yelled. The pounding was getting wetter and stickier, and Patrick’s ass was loaded with Mike's natural lubricant. The bed was convulsing and rocking loudly. “Wwwooffwwofwoofwoofwoof ohh fuck yeah you like that kiddo?” Ben said. “Oh man I’m fucking exploding, your ass is so wet, I’m still cumming!” Mike was making a complete mess of Patrick, wrecking his cunt and taking complete ownership of him. Patrick could feel some of the cum splashing between his ass and Mike's crotch. “Aahhhhh!! Rrrrrrrrrr fuckkk!” Mike clenched his pelvis and ass muscles into Patrick’s caverness ass. Letting his load shoot 4 more pulses, Mike waited for his muscles to recover as his body was weakened from the intense eruption. As Mike’s energy stabilized, he pulled out his junk from Patrick’s loaded cunt, seeing his prick covered in his frothy cream. Patrick was spilling Mike’s load all over the sheets as his ass lips adjusted to the absence of Mike’s prick. Patrick paused for a moment to acknowledge Mike’s satisfied grin. Ben grabbed the back of Patrick’s sweaty neck and licked the inside of his ears and whispered “ “You fucking beautiful boy you fuck me with your big donkey dick, huh? ffffffffff-ugghhh you like that baby? You like being high in my ass?” Patrick’s body weight was completely on top of Ben, embracing him, dripping sweat and grunting in their missionary position. “Huh huh huh huh huh ooooohh fuckkk yeah, this sex is so fucking hot. Wanna do another round of that drink?” Wiping himself dry with a bath towel from the corner of the room, Mike said “Well I don’t know if you’d be down, but we could potentially expand our session a bit and see who else is out there. Don’t get me wrong I think what we’ve got going on is hot and we don’t need to do anything that we aren’t already enjoying. But how are you feeling about exploring some more?” “Like a foursome?” “Like anything we want to do honestly, we love group fucking whenever we can, and I think you’re kinda piggish like us” Ben answered with encouragement, smiling from the notion that appeared groundbreaking to Patrick. “I’m so down, there’s so many guys in this neighborhood, but the only thing is that it's pretty late to start a hookup, right? Its going on 4am.” Scrolling through his phone, Mike said “We’ve got a friend our age we’ve known for a long time, we were chatting earlier and he hosts. Super sweet guy. Check out this guy’s profile, what do you think?” Passing over the phone, Patrick was amazed to find the same guy that he was looking at just days ago. Going through the public photos, Patrick completely recognized this profile with the emojis. “I’ve never messaged him but he looks hot, what is he into?” “He’s very verse, great kisser, and loves to have his ass fisted depending on the night”. Give me your BBRT profile name and I’ll tell him to unlock for you. Is that cool?” Mike asked. “Yeah if you could that would be awesome” “He’ll send more pics in a sec. I’m messaging him now, his name’s Christopher. He does live in midtown but has a fantastic apartment on the west side, high in the clouds.” Patrick was getting super excited about continuing with Ben and Mike and getting to try yet another flavor tonight. Patrick couldn’t even think about going home yet being so horned up. “Check your messages, he says hi to you” “Opening his phone, he saw about a half a dozen unread messages, but the last 2 were unlocked pics from Christopher and a note with “hey ;) “ in the subject line. Upon opening his unlocked account, Christopher appeared to actually have a really handsome appearance. He had a beard and a good mixture of self pics and pics from his own conquests. He wasn’t handsome, he was hot with a good set of shoulders and arms, and a big swaying set of balls dangling nice and low. “Fuck he’s hot you guys” “Yeah we think so too, he’s also very generous with his supplies and likes getting his boys fucked up. I think you’d hit it off” said Ben. “He’s saying we’re still welcome to come over and he wants to meet you Patrick.” Patrick was responding back to his private message from Christopher to make an introduction. He wrote… “I’m Patrick, how’s your night? Been having a good time hanging out with Ben and Mike up here in Harlem” Pressing send, Patrick looked up to Mike and Ben who were looking at him for clarity on next steps. “I’d be down to go to his place, but its up to you two what you guys wanna do. I wanna see where our night takes us and keep exploring with you guys.” “You’re gonna like Christopher, he’s a good guy to party with” said Mike. “That also means that you’d Mike and I would be going a bit deeper with the Christopher, that’s just how the three of us have vibed for the last decade. We’d all let you figure out how much farther you wanna keep trying new things, we don’t wanna scare ya, you know?” said Ben. “I see, no I really appreciate you looking out for me. I think I’ll see once I’m there but if he has more G than I can definitely do some of that, and just see how it goes, if that’s not too weird?” “We’ll bring some supplies to contribute, don’t you worry kiddo, you’re gonna have a good time no matter what” said Mike Pulling some clothes together, Ben said “Let’s get ready to leave for Christopher’s, the car is gonna get here in about 7 minutes”.

==== Cum Courier ==== A few days ago, I hooked-up with this guy online. His picture was amazing; massively muscled chest and shoulders and a great-looking bulge. He didn't send me any pics of his cock but said that I wouldn't be disappointed. I was feeling really horny as I had been visiting family for a week so hadn't even had a wank, let alone got off with someone and it was only 11am. His name was Gareth and he invited me over for a drink and a shag. I said yes straight away; I'm a slim guy and don't usually get muscle-men interested in me, especially one as big as he seemed to be, so I showered and dressed in a jockstrap, tight jeans and a white T-shirt and then caught the bus over to his place which was about half an hour away. The day was boiling hot and I was already feeling horny just from the heat. Arriving at his door, I rang the bell and waited nervously for him to answer. The door opened and there he stood; his pics hadn't done him justice. He was huge! He was wearing a very tight muscle-shirt and tiny cotton shorts, which barely contained a hugely thick cock with massive, heavy balls. His chest was massive with really big nipples showing through the thin cotton of his shirt. Blue eyes and a great smile made him look like a god. "Hey Paul" he said extending one massive fist to shake my hand. "Come on in. Fancy a beer?" We went into his lounge where a screen was showing a video from Treasure Island. He told me to have a seat whilst he went into the kitchen to get the beers. Returning, he handed me a can of Red Stripe and sat next to me. "Look, before we do anything, there's something you should know" he said, taking a swig of the beer. "I only do bareback and I'm very verbal. I'm going to breed my hot seed deep inside your ass and I want you to know it." He put a hand on my leg and looked at me. "Any problems?" "No" I said. "But I want to take your cock in a particlar way." "Hmm. OK. How?" he smiled. "I want to be on my back with my legs around your huge bod and I want to chew your tits when you shoot." As I said this, I noticed his cock hardening in the shorts. "I think we're going to get on just fine!" he said, flashing a smile at me. He took my hand and guided it to his rapidly swelling bulge. I rubbed it hard and he groaned, the material was stretched thin across his cock and I could feel that it was a real monster. He stood up and shucked the shorts off, exposing the most massive piece of meat I'd ever seen. It was so thick that I couldn't get my hand around it at all, and so long that I gasped. He picked a tape-measure off the table where he'd put his beer. "Want to measure it?" he said, grinning wickedly. I took the tape measure and placed the end against his body, rolling it out to the end of his cock. "Oh my god!" I exclaimed. "Fourteen inches... Wow!" He took the tape out of my hand and wrapped it around his girth. It was nine inches around. I looked up at him, face flushing with desire and before I could stop myself, dropped to me knees and tried to fit as much of his beautiful cock into my mouth as I could. "Fuck, you're enormous" I whispered as his big hands steadied my head against his meat. He let me suck him for a bit then swiftly spun me around, threw me to my knees and mounted me. The pain was incredible; I hadn't been fucked for ages and he was massive, but after a hit on my poppers, I started to enjoy taking his massive cock. "I'm really gonna seed that hole" he said, moving deep inside me. "I'm gonna blow my three-day load up inside you and I cum a LOT!" As he said this, I could feel his excitement build and his cock started to spasm inside me. "Tell me you want it, you cum whore!" he shouted. "I do, I do. I want your enormous load shot deep inside me, give me your cum, breed my sloppy cunt..." He started to breathe more heavily and remembering what really turned me on, picked me up still impaled on his cock and lay me on my back. He lowered his massive chest to my face and I sucked one of his bullet-nipples into my mouth. "Oh yeah!" he cried, forcing more of his cock into my hole and more of his nipple into my mouth. "Suck on those big tits!" I tightened my ass around his hole. "Oh, fuck, I don't believe it! I'm gonna cum" he said. My mouth went for his other nipple and sucked as much of the nipple and the muscular pec into my mouth as I could manage. "You fucking little cum whore!" he shouted. "You're gonna get my huge load bareback. I'm not wearing a rubber, I'm gonna breed your hole, I'm gonna pump my massive load deep inside you. My DNA's gonna mix with yours. I'm fucking knocking you up!" As he shouted this, I felt his cock pump what seemed like half a pint of very hot spunk into me. I sucked harder on his tits and felt another six or seven spurts of his cum flood my ass. I went to touch my own cock but he pushed my hand away and reversing our positions, pulled me on top of him, his amazing cock still buried inside me. We lay there a few moments then he got to his feet and smiled at me. "Wow! That was one hot fuck. Give me a few minutes and I can go again." "Really?" I asked. He nodded. "Yeah, but I'm really thirsty and out of beers. Can you just go down to the corner shop whilst I take a breather?" "Sure, I'll just get cleaned up a bit." I replied, gently fingering my hole which was beginning to leak cum. "Don't" he said, picking me up so I was standing. He handed me my jeans and helped me pull them on. "But your load was so big!" I argued. "Don't worry, the shop's just down the street. You'll be OK." I put the rest of my clothes on and started to leave. "Hey" he called. "Ask for St Pierre. It's my favourite beer." With that, he handed me a tenner and let me out, pointing in the direction of the store. A few minutes later I was in the local shop, scanning the beers in the fridge and on the shelves. I'd never heard of St Pierre so asked the tall, blonde Polish guy behind the counter. "Sure I've got that but we don't get much call for it so it's in the store-room." He started towards the door at the back. "You'd better give me a hand" he said. As I followed him into the back, I admired his tight-fitting jeans and the back of his wide neck. As soon as we got inside the store-room, he pulled the door shut. "St Pierre" he said, nodding. "The only person I know who asks for that is Gareth down the road." "Yeah, it's for him" I answered. He put his hand on his crotch and squeezed. "So, has he knocked you up? Has he pumped his load up inside you? I bet he has, hasn't he. You're probably full of his cum right now!" He pushed me up against the wall and began to unbutton my jeans. "God, I love it when he sends over one of his shags, filled with his spunk for me to swallow." He pulled my jeans down, lay down on the floor and pulled my ass down onto his face. "Relax" he said, tongueing my hole. "Give up that load and you can have mine in return!" I relaxed a little and felt the cum load begin to dribble out of my ass. His slurping tongue was really turning me on, and the knowledge that he wanted to shoot inside me, to mix his cum with Gareth's was making me hard. I loosened up a bit more a a ******* of warm seed ran out of my hole directly into his mouth. He pushed me away and got up, then unzipping his jeans, took out his extremely hard cock. It wasn't as big as Gareth's but it was still pretty big. I dropped my jeans and turned around, presenting him with my sloppy hole. He rubbed it into the spunk still dripping from my ass and then began to push it into me. I relaxed and he gasped as my hole suddenly sucked him in deep. "Fucking hell! You're hole's so sloppy and wet, I'm gonna cum really quickly!" he breathed, pressing his swollen head deep into me. "You want my cum?" he asked, sweat dripping from his face as he pounded my hole. "Oh yeah, I want your big load. Breed my cunt with that big meat, fucking shoot that spunk load deep inside me. Breed my hole. Seed me!" I cried, and with a yell, he unloaded inside me. I thought Gareth had a big load, but this guy's just didn't seem to stop! He fucked my raw hole for ages, spurting fresh spunk into my already well-used hole. Just as I thought he'd finished, he gave another yell and I could feel more spunk spurt into me. He finished, and stood dazed for a moment, then reached up to a shelf and with one quick move, pulled out his cock and replaced it with a butt plug. "That'll keep the spunk up there for a bit" he said. giving it a final push into my swollen hole. "Wow! You really know how to drain a guy!" He smiled at me and pulled on his clothes. I did the same and he reached up for a six-pack of beer. "Here you go. No charge!" "Thanks" I said, stroking his smooth abs. "That was an amazing fuck!" "Yeah, well I like sloppy seconds." he replied. "Now, if you're really getting into this, perhaps you should drop by at number twenty-six. It's a few doors before Gareth's place, on the way back from here. My boyfriend's there and feeling really horny. You like older guys?" I nodded. "He's fifty-three, really built with a beard and the biggest siliconed balls you've ever seen. Sound good?" "Yes" I said, already looking forward to it. "Ring the bell, tell him that Marek sent you and that you need another few loads to take back to Gareth. He's got some friends around at the moment so if you want to be gang-fucked, you probably will." He unlocked the door and let me out. As I walked through the shop, my head was reeling and my heart beating really fast. I'd just been fucked by two guys, was about to get gang-banged and had't even shot a load of my own yet. As I walked down the street, I could feel the base of the butt plug pressing against my jeans and it was keeping me rock hard. At number twenty-six, I rang the bell and waited for it to be answered. After a few minutes I rang again, leaning harder on the buzzer. I heard a door opening inside and through the glass saw someone approaching the door. As the door opened, I felt the blood rise to my face. The guy was a real muscle-bear; beard, huge shoulders and a sexy smile and all he was wearing was a pair of shorts showing a bulge that was about the size of a melon. "Hey Paul" he said. "Hey!" I replied, wondering how he knew my name. "Come into the bedroom. I've a few friends around and they're getting really horned up." Before I could help myself, I grabbed his huge balls with my hands and dropped to my knees, inhaling his scent through the thin cotton. "Not in the doorway!" he said, hauling me me to my feet. I apologised, but couldn't take my eyes of his bulge. He led the way into the house, and in the bedroom I saw three other, older but really good looking, very hung men standing around a sling. I dropped my jeans, shrugged off the T-shirt and jumped into the sling. Immediately, the first guy pushed his hand between my ass cheeks, pulled out the butt-plug and replaced it with his cock. After only three strokes, he yelled and began to pump spunk into me. I relaxed and let him breed me. He didn't last for long, but as soon as he pulled out, another guy was ready and pushed his hard meat into me. This guy had a short cock but it was nice and heavy. "I can feel that spunk sliding over my dick" he grunted. "You fucking little cum-whore, you're a fucking little spunk hole just waiting to be bred!" As he talked, his cock got harder and I squeezed my hole around his cock. "Fucking little cock-jockey" he grunted. "Can't wait to get cock inside you, can't wait to get bred by big guys shooting their loads into your ass!" As he said this, he too gave a yell and unloaded into me. The third guy had been watching and stroking himself, and without a word, pushed his cock into me and shot his load, then the guy with the silicone balls approached. His cock was also siliconed and I knew he'd waited until last so that I was stretched enough to take it. As the other guys stepped back, he pushed his meat into me with both hands, ensuring no spunk dribbled out. He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and began to wank himself into me, not saying a word. My hands reached for his balls and I squeezed their hugeness as he began to moan. I could tell that the first guy was fucking him from behind as he suddenly leant forward, pushed his huge hairy chest into my face and commanded me to chew his nipples. The moment my tongue touched the first one, he began to spasm into my hole, filling it to overflowing with his big sperm-load. After a few more spurts, he pulled his massive cock out slowly and quickly replaced the butt-plug in my hole. "OK" he grinned. "Now you can take those loads back to Gareth!" I got out of the sling shakily, I was so horny but I knew where I wanted to blow my load. I pulled on my clothes and the muscle-bear showed me to the door. "See you around!" he said. I walked back up the road until I reached Gareth's house. As soon as I approached the door, he opened it and pulled me inside, leading me straight into the bedroom. "So, where's the beer?" he asked. "Crap! I must have left it at..." "Number twenty-six?" he finished for me. "Excellent!" He led me to the bed and unbuttoned my jeans. Producing a funnel and a pint glass, he had me squat over it. "C'mon" he urged. "You must be full to bursting. How many loads have you got up inside you right now? Four? Five? Let's see!" I carefully pulled out the butt-plug and a ******* of hot sperm shot out of my ass and into the glass. He carefully massaged my hole and a new load spurted out. "You got any more up there?" he asked, stroking my shoulder. "I don't think so" I said, just as another powerful surge squirted out. When I had emptied most of it, he held up the glass. It was half full of mixed spunk. Handing it to me, Gareth dropped onto the bed on all fours and rammed the funnel into his ass. "Now, give it to me!" he said. I began to pour the white liquid into the funnel and his ass sucked it inside him. In a few minutes the glass was empty and he was full... almost. My cock felt like it was going to burst, I was so turned-on by what had happened to me that morning. Using the last few drops of spunk from the glass, I lubed my cock and pushed it into Gareth's filled hole. The feeling of that amount of cum on my cock was mind-blowing. I grabbed his beefy thighs and began to stroke my cock into his hot hole. Within a few minutes I literally could not hold back, and with a roar, I dumped my load in with the rest. I seemed to shoot for ages, and when I stopped, I could hardly stand. Gareth pulled me down onto the bed and wrapped his arms around me. As I stroked his muscular chest, he whispered into my ear "You like being a cum courier? Delivering all that hot sperm to me?" I nodded. "Good" he said. "Because that's just the first assignment I have for you. I'm gonna send you all over the city picking up loads for me and bringing them back so that we can share them. OK?" I smiled and replied "Fuck yes!" ****** THE END *******

That's how I look at it. As much as I was born to be a bottom, I was born to be a bareback bottom. And I wouldn't have it any other way

I was 17 and he as 28. When he first rimmed me, I knew I wanted his 7" cock in me! He was gentle, patient and it was more discomfort than pain during the initial penetration. Once he was balls deep, it was pure pleasure and the man knew how to fuck, long and slow with plenty of kissing. I felt his cock swell before he came. Perfection doesn't exist but he came DAMN close. I fucked his ass and declared myself versatile.

Drink piss and cum as much as possible 💋

Last night. There were two bottom best-friends, side by side in the darkroom @ Slammer. One I had Bred 2,3, weeks ago, and he was a fantastic fuck. Fair-haired, smooth, seemingly a really nice guy with a tight Hole that took a while to even get my tongue into. The first time a couple weeks ago, I told him what a fantastic Hole he had, but he had to take a few Cocks first before I could get in there, and said I'd be back in a while. Rutted down the lineup of Holes on the fuckbench, then out to the orgy room for a while, rutted in some more Holes, and maybe 45 minutes later stopped back to the darkroom. He was in the same place, I knelt down and ate his now well-fucked & Bred Hole, and got in easily. Leaned over onto his back and told him what a hot Hole he has, he seemed delighted, fucked him full of my load, and left. Last night he was there with his buddy - dark complected - thick curly black hair, hairy Hole, and also a seemingly nice guy. His Hole was very tasty, and he'd taken a couple of loads already. When blondie told me this was his friend, and they went load-hunting together, I thought I'd move the action to a booth, and I knew which one I wanted. There are booths w/gh's in the corridor guys have to use to get to and from the orgy room, and I said we're going over to a different room. They followed ... In that booth, there are gh's on both side-walls, so I positioned them, ass up, each with his Hole against a gh. Somehow the door never got closed either (!), so there was a constant flow of guys walking to/from the orgy room. As I was rutting in one, the other was either sucking a Cock through the gh or bent over taking it up the gut. It was a little bit tight in that booth, but other guys managed to squeeze in the open door and join in. When I was getting close, I put the 2 Breed boys side by side, and rutted a last few times in each - a thrust for one, then a thrust for the other, and each got some of my load. I thanked them, told them what a hot pair they were, but they couldn't answer around the other Cocks they were sucking off. Hope I run into those two again; they were fun !!!

Chapter 11: The Threat When all the planning discussion had ended, they all sat back, looking a bit exhausted – not from hearing the voice, but from the sheer amount of information that their brains had just processed. As Dean said later, it was like taking an all-nighter of final exam cramming for a course where you’d skipped four-fifths of the classes, and then squeezing it all into a quarter of an hour. What had become clear to all of them was that they had been overruled. For months, they (or most of them) had demurred from the possibility of contacting other members of the Nora Ludlow bloodline. Now, it had become plain that the duty imposed on them by the voice truly forced them to do this with the results of all their research as a first step. Several of them took part in the work of locating and booking a venue for their planned event. A great deal of anxious thought went into writing the mass email they planned to send out. Each of them took a turn at playing the skeptical recipient, wondering why somebody had sent them an email invitation to a reunion of descendants of someone they’d never even heard of. Thanks to her extensive theatre background, Dayna did this better than anyone – although the eternally-sardonic and ironic Deidra ran her a close second. Jaysen, too, proved to be surprisingly good at picking holes in their communal efforts. In the end, they’d come up with a letter which had withstood the most determined efforts to knock it apart, a letter which (they hoped) combined the qualities of enticement and open-eyed innocence in equal quantities. By common consent, it had been created as a joint missive from Dean and Dayna. Since both of them had careers where they could be easily researched by suspicious readers, it was hoped that there names would serve as a guarantee of sincerity. ******************** Dear __________: We’re writing to you today to send you an exciting invitation to our extended family reunion. We are planning to bring together as many as possible of the nearly one thousand known living descendants of Nora Ludlow, who was born in Chicago in 1890 and passed away in that city in 1939. To give you a reference point, we are 31-year-old twins, and Nora Ludlow was our three-times-great-grandmother. It’s time for all of us to be seen and heard! Our own family has proven to be full of people with unusual skills and interests, and we’re sure the same will be true of all of you as well. We’ll be looking forward to sharing these unique skills and interests with each other. At this reunion, we will have some striking family-related news to communicate to all of you. The reunion is planned for Chicago, in order to make attendance as easy as possible, especially for those coming from outside the country. We’re looking forward to getting to meet in person as many of you as can make it. The big reunion will be held on the weekend of October 3-5, 2025, at the Riverview Grande Hotel, 290 N Clark St, Chicago, IL 60654, with the main event at 3:00 pm on Saturday, October 4. At this event, there will be hors d’oeuvres and a free bar, with dinner to follow. PLEASE REPLY to this email invitation by September 19, 2025, to indicate whether you will be “coming”, “not coming”, or “possible but not yet sure.” If coming [1] Indicate any dietary concerns which we will do our best to accommodate. [2] Transfer $35 for dinner to the reunion email address given below. For any more detailed questions or concerns, email us at: [think before following links] https://ludlowclanreunion.org/admins/ Note: Due to the size of the group being invited, we can only accommodate at this event those people who are direct bloodline descendants of Nora Ludlow. For hotel reservations, at the special reunion rate of $119/night, send email with “Ludlow Clan Reunion” in the subject line to: [think before following links] https://riverviewgrandechiil.com/ Yours truly, Dean Coultridge and Dayna Coultridge, Reunion Organizing Co-Chairs, San Diego CA ******************** Jaysen was the first to volunteer to underwrite part of the cost to keep the prices reasonable. Others in the group volunteered what they could afford. Jaysen also gave them some invaluable help in organizing and setting up a whole series of blind email addresses so they could send the messages out from multiple accounts without getting snagged by anti-spamming regulations, since every message was to be personally addressed. Then, they divided the entire list of email addresses – well over 900 of them – into seven equal lists, and everybody took a share of the letter-addressing responsibility. All the emails were set to go out at 2:00 am Pacific time on Thursday, May 1. And all of the seven crossed their fingers and waited with bated breath as that date drew near. On the previous Saturday, Dean and Joey were having dinner at the club with Dayna and Wade, laughing in the most carefree way at Dean’s stories of the antics of passengers on a business flight he’d been on earlier in the week, when a shadow fell across the table. “Good evening.” They looked up at the sound of the unfamiliar, deep-toned voice and met a pair of dark, staring eyes. “My name is Alek Wolter, and I am here in the interest of the family of one Nora Ludlow. I’ve been reliably informed that you have been displaying a great deal of interest in her, and in all of her descendants, lately.” Dayna cast her eyes down. It was plain that the dark-suited, dark-eyed Mr. Wolter was giving her a severe case of “the creeps.” Wade slid a little closer and put his arm around her. Dean was also getting a serious bad vibe, but he answered civilly. “Is it strange that we should show an interest in our ancestors and our relatives?” “Perhaps not strange, no. Perhaps ‘uncomfortable’ might be closer to the truth.” “Uncomfortable for whom?” Joey wasn’t being quite so civil in tone as Dean, and Wolter turned a cold gaze on him. “While it would perhaps make my… ‘clients’… uncomfortable, it will almost certainly become uncomfortable for all of you, and the others.” As he said those words, Joey felt a distinct chill, as if a gust of cold air had blown over him – but the air wasn’t moving. At the same time, he noticed something else. Through the material of Wolter’s crisply-ironed white shirt, he could just make out a tiny red light flashing over the breastbone. Dean took up the thread again. “What do you want with us?” Wolter laughed. He actually laughed, and all four of them felt their flesh creeping. “With you? I want nothing with you. You are of no interest to me. I am here to protect the interests of the people I represent. And it is in their interest that you should stop your investigations, at once.” Dayna spoke in that icy, challenging tone which had served her so well with numerous obnoxious men through the years who refused to take no for an answer. “And if we don’t?” Wolter paused for a moment and Joey saw the light flashing again before he spoke. “There will be certain… repercussions.” Dean resumed his politest tone. “Thank you for stopping by to speak to us. We’ll take into account everything you’ve said as we decide how to proceed.” Wolter gave a slight bow, with a mocking grin on his face, then turned and left them. Joey immediately sent out a thought message to all of them: Talk about something else. Let’s not discuss this until we’re in private. Their agreeing thoughts came in one by one. The remainder of dinner was accompanied by some amusing theatre stories from Dayna, and by Dean discreetly prodding Wade to find out a bit about his earlier life and family background. As they rose from the table, Dayna invited them all to her condo for a nightcap. Once they were all seated in Dayna’s living room, the debriefing began, with Joey the first one to speak. “He’s bad news, no question about it, but I think he has nothing to do with any relatives of Nora Ludlow. Did anyone else notice the flashing red light?” They shook their heads. “Just a small light, right here…” and he thumped his breastbone, just by the heart, “…but I could see it through his shirt front. There were a couple of times when he paused in speaking to us while that light flashed two or three times – and then he went on. It was like he was listening to some kind of instructions.” “Like orders from above.” “Right, Wade. So he’s a representative, an emissary, of some kind.” “The question is, for whom?” Wolter is dangerous. You should avoid him as much as possible. He and his kind can ruin the entire experiment. Do not let him physically touch you, ever. There was the voice again. And Dean took up the challenge. “I know that you said we shouldn’t ask you but ask ourselves and we have done that. But is there any more you can tell us about Alek Wolter and the danger he represents to the experiment?” Yes. It is time that you should know. We represent the great overarching collective intelligence which grows out of and guides all of the universes. It is our particular mission to guard and guide this universe and guide the growth of intelligence wherever we find it within these confines. Our experiment with you and your world is to foster the development of those positive powers and qualities of mind in your race, always mingled with and tempered by the essential, fundamental spirit of compassion. You correctly described Wolter as an emissary. He was sent by the rebellious malicious intelligence which seeks always to undermine our quest. In parting company with the positive force, this negative or evil intelligence, which we can call the “Undermind,” severely limited its ability to influence the course of evolution, although it also gained significant powers which we do not share. Since the Undermind cannot itself directly intervene in the growth and development of the universes, it must send out emissaries in the shape of an inhabitant race of a specific world. Wolter, and the others like him who have been sent into your world, are these emissaries. They have been sent here because the Undermind has become aware of this experiment, and of how near it has come to achieving the breakthrough which is our objective. The emissaries have great physical strength and endurance but, unlike yourselves with your shifting and thinking abilities, they possess no powers which are not shared by the entire human race. This limitation on them is your best and surest defence in dealing with them. The flashing red light which you have seen comes from a tiny implant which is their communication channel to the power of the Undermind which sent them. Since they have only limited abilities to think for themselves, the emissaries’ need to pause for instructions from their sender will always give you a slight time advantage in dealing with them. It is critically important that you do not allow them to physically touch you. If they do, they can instantly remove your shifting and thinking abilities, thereby deleting you from the experiment. The deletion cannot be reversed by us. The other way in which such a deletion can occur is if you personally cause any physical harm to one of the emissaries, or to any of your fellow human beings. In such a case, deletion will follow because you have abandoned the core principle of compassion. Now that these emissaries have come, you must proceed with your work will all possible speed, to lead your people towards the breakthrough which will help them transcend the current limits of their physical life within this world. The four of them sat and stared at each other after the voice fell silent. At last, Dean spoke. “We need to get together with the other three as fast as possible.” He lapsed into thought-speech. Mom? Jaysen? Peter? One after another, their replies came in. Did you pick up that long speech from the voice? Again, they all agreed. Let’s get together right now. We’re at Dayna’s place in town. You all know where it is. Mom, are you at home? I can come and get you. Within moments, Jaysen and Peter appeared in the room, just as Deidra’s affirmative response came through. Dean vanished, and reappeared ten seconds later, holding Deidra close to him. Now, the seven were all assembled. They had plenty to discuss.

Finding guys to fuck on Grindr wasn´t difficult for Miles. He was only 20, slim, with a few muscles here and there and generally attractive. On the outside he was a nice young man, always smiling and being friendly to others. But on the inside he had a secret desire that nobody knew about... It was a hook up like any other for Chris. Small talk on Grindr, exchanging pictures and then meeting up to fuck. And he got lucky this time with a cute twinkish kid who almost looked too innocent to fuck. Though being rather muscular and big in stature he did have some trouble finding partners because of his poz status. Medication was not an option for him personally and condoms were a big nuisance for. Still he used them because most guys insist on using them and he didn´t want to spread what he had. They were in a heavy make out session, Miles on top of Chris, both only in boxers, shirts and pants long abandond. The 20 year old had planed for this day a long time and so far everything was going according to plan. While french kissing he moved his hand down over his abs bit-by-bit, ever slowly rubbing his ass over the big bulge beneath him, causing Chris to moan into the kiss and grabing his tight ass harder. Teasing guys always came easy for the twink. After a few minutes he brought both of his hands up and grabed the tops wrists and within seconds restraint him to the bed in with his handcuffs, which were conveniently placed under the pillow. "Hey, what ar-" Chris tried to protest, but was almost immediately silenced by another kiss. Miles had a plan every intention on going through with it. This was not something Chris agreed to, but he had to admit that he liked the aggressive bottom. He soon calmed down and Miles pulled back. "Hope you don´t mind, I thought maybe it would add a certain thrill to it" the kid said. Before he could answer the twink began to crawl lower, kissing and licking on his way to the already leaking bulge in the tops boxers. For Chris it felt like hours until the twink finally got to his dick. The piece of cloth hiding his poz stick got pulled down and it sprang free, almost hitting Miles in the face. With no time to lose he began to decent down the tops dick, sucking and slurping as best as he could while Chris was just a moaning mess. He wasn´t used to be restraint, being unable to do anything, completely exposed. Like a river the pre cum flowed into the willing and eager mouth of the bottom. With the top handcuffed and at his mercy, Miles sucked that big dick infron of him like there was no tomorrow but he had to be carefully not to bring the top too close to the edge, or worse, over it. He knew that Chris wouldn´t last long if he would keep this up, so after a short period of time he looked up, straight into the eyes of the man bound to his bed, and pulled hos own boxers down. The look in Miles eyes was one of hunger as he crawled up and began kissing Chris again. "We need a condom cutie..." Chris panted, pulling back from the hungry bottom. "Why´s that, raw feels way better, doesn´t it?" the kid said with an evil grin. He knew about his status, afterall this was the whole reason why he even did all this. "I´m poz dude, we really shouldn´t be doing it raw!" Chris said, however his eyes betrayed his true desire. "What was your viral load again...?" the bottom asked while shifting a bit lower and grabbing the poz dick again. The handcuffed man had trouble thinking clearly. Being restraint, dominated and the opportunity to fuck a cute twink raw made him almost dizzy. "600000, that´s really toxic. It´s extremly dangerouse!" he tried to explain. "Extremly dangerouse you say? So I shouldn´t be doing this...?" Miles said while collecting a large amount of toxic pre cum and slowly inserting it deep into his tight hole, looking into Chris eyes the entire time.

It’s a progression. I went from only going bare with long term partners, then in 2013 to guys I new were neg or undetectable, then after a few years to bare only but with guys who answered the status question right and eventually a few years ago to not asking status at all. Raw feels way better and there is a sense of more intimacy with the top.

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.

Not My Story, but it was improved by me Groped and Pozzed I am a 21 year old white bubble butt who is engaged to another 21 year old white guy. We have been dating since we were 19 and have fallen so deeply in love that we got engaged this January. Our relationship has been mostly perfect, however our sex life is bland. I am a submissive bottom, and he is a top, so things usually go smoothly, however he doesn't have as high of a libido as I do, and it makes it hard for me to be fully satisfied. Add this to the fact that I've always secretly considered cheating to be hot and you have a recipe for disaster. Me and my fiance usually go to a gay club every few weeks. Not to hook up with other guys or anything, but to just dance and drink and have fun with other gay couples. I've admittedly stared at some hot guys multiple times before, however my fiance doesn't ever notice. Yesterday we decided to go to the club, and I got ready. I was wearing these tight black gym shorts that were above my knee and showed off my round ass. My fiance liked the view and wore casual clothes. I was feeling risky and decided to go commando without telling him. I wore a t-shirt and that was it. We get to the club and it is going great. Every time I go to the club I get hit on at least once, so it wasn't a surprise when this big older guy started looking at me with a grin, and made suggestive comments. I politely told him off, but only because my fiance was with me. Throughout most of the night nothing happens. We have fun, drink, talk, and dance. Towards the end, we were out on the main floor and were dancing to whatever music was playing, when I felt a big hand squeeze my left cheek tightly. My fiance was several feet away and talking to someone else so he didn't notice. I turn my head to see a fit black guy groping my ass. He's wearing tight jeans and a tank top. I see a bulge form as he rubs his fingers in between my soft asscheeks. He slyly smiled at me and I nodded to let him know he could keep touching me. He moved closer behind me and tightly squeezed both of my cheeks. His grip was so strong that I had to regain my balance. I subtly moved a few feet away from my fiance so that he couldn't see anything happen. Soon enough I felt this guy's hand move to my waist, and I feel him force his hands inside the back of my shorts. I stay still as he cups my bare ass with his hands. He does this for a minute before pulling one of my cheeks to the side, and begins rubbing my asshole with his fingers. This made me grunt quietly, and I whispered to him if he knew anywhere private we could go. He said his car had tinted windows, and that we could go there. I agreed, and he pulled his hands out of my shorts. I walked up to my boyfriend and told him I was going to head to a shop down the street for a few minutes to grab a snack. I said goodbye and walked out front and then went behind the club where there was a parking lot. The guy came out not too far behind me and guided me to his sedan, which had almost black windows. He told me to get in the backseat, and I listened. He joined, before locking the door. He immediately took his shirt off, revealing his abs and 6 pack. He then took his pants off, revealing a huge, fully erect cock. I pulled my shorts off and began jerking him off. He moaned as I moved my hand up and down. I only did this for about 2 minutes, before he told me to lean back on the seat. I did as told and laid completely flat on my back, with my legs up to my shoulder revealing my ass to him. He grinned and began rubbing my asshole with his finger. I moaned and groaned as he rubbed around my hole, even pushing the tip in a few times. Soon though, he couldn't wait. He began lubing my ass up. It was happening. He covered my ass in lube, and asked me if he should wear a condom. I told him no, and he was pleased with that. He pulled my ass to the side a bit to provide himself a better angle from the small corner he was in, before he pulled his hard cock up, and kneeled right next to my asshole. He pressed his tip against my hole a few times, before he couldn't help himself and shoved his entire bare massive cock balls deep inside my tight asshole. We both moaned and groaned as he pushed himself all the way inside me, and squeals of pleasure came out of me as he slowly pulled himself mostly out and then all the way in again. We moaned together as he slowly thrusted in and out of my tight asshole, stretching me out with every push. I held my legs up with my hands, and watched as he pounded me with his thick cock on his knees. It was then that I noticed a small tattoo of a scorpion just above his crotch with a red “plus” sign. I felt like such a slut. We fucked for a good few minutes before he came inside me, filling me up with his warm sperm. I clenched my hole to not make a mess and pulled my pants up, got my shirt on, and left his car. I gave him a smile before I went back to the bar and greeted my fiance, with a stranger's semen deep inside me. He smiled at me and gave me a wink, He handed me his number and told me to let him know when I get his “gift”. I gave him a puzzled look. He then pointed at his tat and smiled. I got home and googled his tattoo, my cock instantly became hard, and for the first time in our relationship. I fucked my fiance. He saw me with a devilish look in my eyes. He never put up a fight. I slid my 5inch cock into his ass with relative ease. Something told me this was not his first time taking a cock ever let alone that day. I gave him 10 hard thrusts and pumped a 5-day load into his fucked ass. We both fell asleep, but he woke me up a little bit later standing naked holding two pieces of paper. He asked me if this guy fucked me? I nodded yes. I asked how he knew…because he fucked me too he said quietly. “You know he pozzed us” he said quietly. I again nodded, “yes”. And with that my fiance’s cock grew to his 7 inch to full mast. He pounced on me and shoved his cock in my already fucked hole. He did not last long flooding me with his still negative load. After he came in me like he had done hundreds of times. “I just called him, he’s on his way here to finish the job for both of us.” my fiance whispered in my ear. In a few moments there was a knock at the door. There may be a part 2. Let me know what you like I love your hot feedback her and in my messages Joey

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And, given that the plot is set up in a context where no UEqualsU or PrEP are available, the gifter can claim the boy as his for sure!

Below is a hot story that was posted on the old bugshare site. I remember shooting a few loads to it. It's about a poz man in his late 20's who rents a room from a family. This story has everything taboo from poz/neg, stealthing, bug-chasing, gift-giving, incest play. I just love it. ....................... I still live at home with my parents and my little sister. I’m David, I’m 21, Gay, with a 16cm cock. About a year ago, we rented out the extra room in our house to a guy in his late 20s, Michael. I'm not sure what he does, but he's hot, keeps himself very fit, works out at the gym a lot. He has his own room with a separate entrance via the balcony and as well as a bathroom for his use so we don't disturb him in his privacy. In spite of these precautions, after a few weeks Michael didn't feel so much like an intruder or tenant, but more like a buddy or some like a member of the family. He ate with us, hung out with us in the evenings We all got along very well. Since he was that close, he was off limits for me to hit on. That is, until a week this winter. In one of my regular horny bouts I went cruising some of the clubs for guys. Already quite hammered at one point I noticed Michael dancing on the dance floor openly making out with a hot young guy. They were all over each other. I never knew Michael was gay! But here he was, grabbing ass, kissing deeply to loud music. In my drunken state for some reason I did not keep quiet but slurred at Michael what he was doing there and why he was making out with some random kid when he could have had the kid down the hall, at which I cheekily pointed both thumbs my way. He didn't seem very surprised to see me there, but trying to talk to me seemed to bore the hell out of his companion. The boy left and Michael had me sit down somewhere quiet. Damn, he was hot. A bit sweaty already, his abs glistening, the light fuss on his chest looking very inviting through the wife beater he was wearing. I could see part of a tattoo on his shoulder, but not what it was. Damn, I love tattoos. Looking back, I think he was waiting for my buzz to go down, keeping me off drinks, sensing me more conscious, he finally made his move. Did I mean what I told him on the dance floor? Hell, did I?!? I didn't even answer but moved closer to kiss him. Without any hesitation he kissed me back, pushing his strong tongue against my lips to open up to him, pulling my head to his with his hands behind my back. I moved my hands to his chest, first massaging, then pinching his nipples. As I dropped one hand to his lap, he pulled me up and towards the exit. No word was spoken. Hand in hand we left. We practically ran for the car and left for home. Never mind my family might notice. They were asleep by then, anyway. As Michael had his own entrance via his balcony in the backyard, we thought it wise to enter there. In his room he almost ripped the clothes off my body. There I was, in the same house as my parents, naked in front of the man we shared our house with. I was hard, naturally. Michael kissed me again, touched my body everywhere, pinched my nipples, which I love, and without a warning went down on my dick. Again, no words were spoken. We were just too horny to form any sensible words anymore. And we knew what we wanted. Leaving my hard dick Michael pushed me down in front of him. Intuitively, I knew what he wanted me to do. I did. His jeans were opened and fell down his muscular legs and I was face to face with his hard, veiny cock. No pants, that's nice! It was a real beauty, about 18cm, the head glowing purple and glistening from pre-cum. Not wasting any time kissing, I took it deep into my mouth in one go. Delicious! The salty fragrance filled my mouth, my nose pushed against the trim bush of his pubes, his hands on my head setting a quick rhythm. I did not resist, why should I? I wanted the very same thing. I must have sucked his dick for about 15 minutes, coating it with my saliva, making it slick. Michael stepped out of his jeans completely and gestured me to get onto the bed. I lay down on my back as the strong man crawled closer. Still, no words were exchanged, no word of status nor condoms. He just kissed me deeply once more and put his hard cock to my waiting hole. Damn, he was teasing me with it, moving it around my manhole, putting it to the opening, but never quite pushing in. I couldn't take it anymore and as he moved to the opening again, I pushed down a bit against the tip of his cock, The head slowly pushing my love-channel open. I moaned. Right then, he knew I was in and that's when he pushed forward. Slowly, sensually, he pushed his whole cock into my excited body, getting into a slow but steady rhythm, making sure we both got a lot out of this. This was more than a quick fuck, it was intimate and intense. I kept touching his body, my hands under the front of his wife beater, feeling up his muscular chest. Damn, this man was one hot piece of work. My legs in the air, me on top of him, him fucking me from behind. I could feel my stretched hole and his hard cock moving in and out, fucking me deeply, steadily, skin on skin. At one point when I was on my back again, he started a quicker beat, and I pushed back in time to show him I was along for the same end. He grabbed onto my shoulders pushing me down on the length of his dick, ever deeper. The silence was broken: "David, I will cum inside of you." I could only moan, completely unable to express anything in a sensible sentence. "Take my cum, David, you hot little slut boy." He moaned, I loved the intense expressions on his face as he released in my hole. I swear I could feel the cum flowing out. His hand moving closer to my own hard cock was enough to send me off, cum sprayed all over my belly and chest, he scooped it up and let it drip into my mouth slowly, his cock still in me. Only after five minutes did he roll off me. I snuggled into him and we slowly fell asleep. The next morning at some time between five and six, I woke up, remembering I should probably better go to my room. It was already light outside and a little light fell in through the shut windows. Michaels wife beater was all ruffled, baring the tattoo beneath: biohazard. That night I hardly slept at all. We must have returned home at some point between 2 and 3 in the morning, I couldn't have slept for more than an hour in his bed. Having seen his tattoo and knowing what it might mean, I was unable to fall asleep anymore. After throwing myself around in bed for quite some time, I switched on the TV to keep my mind from working at high speed. Did the tattoo mean what I thought it meant? Would he do that to me? It couldn't, he wouldn't. He probably just liked the design, or maybe he liked that horrible metal band. But then again, he is gay, he fucked me bare. What if he does that with anyone? How do I know that he doesn't slut around? How do I know that what we did was an exception? But, hell, it was really fantastic, wasn't it? Thinking back, condoms would have definitely destroyed the mood. Had I ever thought of them. I mean, we should have used them, they all tell us we should. But there is no way we would have. We were just too horny. But would I do it again? In my room a took my laptop to the bed, surfing for biohazard tattoos. Could Michael really be positive? Why didn't he tell me? Unconsciously, the pictures I clicked became skimpier and skimpier, and more and more of erotic matter. Damn, they do look hot, don't they? How many of these half naked, or rather: half erect, men are HIV positive? They sure did not look sick. Quite the opposite. They were hot. I'd them. Would I? Thinking about it, I realized in a way I already did. And Michael could keep up with the best of them. No, he didn't appear sick, either. He was positively healthy. If he managed to look like that, how much risk could I have taken? Even if he actually was positive, he seemed to get along alright. Over time I calmed down more and more, my hand on my dick having quite a part in my relaxation. Horny as I was, I knew I'd do him again. Any way he wanted. There was no way I'd turn down such a hot fucker literally down the hall. So there I was, horny, Fuck, I needed to get some. And I know where to get it. Just five minutes later I lightly knocked at Michael's door... It only took Michael 3 seconds to get to the door and open it. The door wasn't even opened by the time I had my tongue in Michaels mouth. I pushed myself into the room, Michael in front of me having to walk backwards, shutting the door with my foot. Michael didn't put up any resistance, at a quick glance I could tell he was in the mood. There was porn on the TV and lube on his nightstand. Seems he expected a solo night and got something better. I didn't need long to have my hands down his pants and slowly stroke his beautiful dick. It was already hard to begin with, so all I did was taking over the jerking. Stopping kissing for a moment I looked down to see a drop of pre cum forming on the head, looking delicious. So I slowly kissed down Michaels body, taking off his wife beater in the process, pulling down his pants, to eventually land my tongue on the ever-growing drop on his dick head. It tasted fantastic. I knew right then that I wouldn't stop before I got a whole lot more of his tasty dick secretions. Like a starving man I took his cock into my mouth, twirling my tongue around his shaft, licking his balls, worshiping his manhood. All this time Michael was completely silent. First surprised by my sudden appearance, then taken aback by my attack on his body, then fascinated by my horniness and will to pleasure him. But then he broke the silence, "I knew you'd come back, you slut!" I could only answer by trying to get more of his manhood down my throat. He helped me by putting his hands onto my head and pushing me down on himself, forcing more and more of his dick into me, choking me. I loved it. I loved the taste in my mouth, the steady stream of pre cum from his slit. I loved his forceful side taking over. I loved being on my knees in front of the man who shared the house with me and my family. I loved the little bit of doubt in the back of my head, the thoughts and fears of the morning pushed back into the furthest alleys of my conscience by reckless horniness. At that very moment I was all horniness, but there was this feeling of taboo, of crossing a line as well. Tears were forming in my eyes from being choked. Michael must have known my slight discomfort, as he forcefully pulled me of his cock and towards the bed. I was still fully dressed, so Michael almost ripped my jacket and shirt of me. As he started pulling on my shoes I quickly loosened my pants, allowing Michael to quickly tear them down my legs. In no time he was on top of me, kissing me deeply, our tongues wrestling, our cocks rubbing against each other. His hand found my dick with a soft tickle. The tickling concentrated on my balls, moving upward toward the head, then turned into jerking. I was hard as a rock and my hips started a rhythm pushing my dick into his fist. He hardly had to even move his hand. Separating our lips, Michael slowly kissed down my body. Starting with soft, sensual kisses on my neck, toward my chest, sucking on my hardening nipples. There he remained for some time, enjoying the feel of my nipples on his tongue and teeth, me enjoying his tongue and teeth on my nipples. At the same time, he kept his hand at my cock, my hips still moving in their ancient evolutionary rhythm. Eventually he kissed further down, taking some time at my belly button, then kissing inward in my hips, first left, then right, teasing me. Slow kisses from the sides toward my cock, never quite arriving. He took one hand to my ass, first slapping it in a harsh contrast to the soft touches of his lips in the front. Then he put a finger to my hole. Just as he slipped it in, his mouth found my cock. As his lips touched my dick head, a finger slid into me from behind. I was ecstatic, I moaned, I didn't know which way my hips should move: forward into his mouth or backward into his finger. Instinct knew what to do: both. I pushed my ass back unto his fingers then jerked forward into his mouth. The same rhythm I was in before, only more intense by being penetrated and penetrating. Michael slipped his fingers out of me to get some lube on them. His face was still on my cock, and has his hands reached for the lube I knew what he wanted to do and handed it to him. His mouth didn't even need to leave my cock and he didn't need to speak a word. Horny minds think alike. His lubed fingers got even deeper into my hole, opening it, more fingers sliding in, two, three. In the front, Michael was chewing on my balls by now, licking of the pre cum from my dick head once in a while. Then he pulled his fingers out of me turned around and put his cock to my mouth, never lifting his mouth from my crotch. I loved it. The feeling of my cock in his mouth while having his in mine. But Michael quickly tired of 69ing, threw himself around and pulled me on top of him. His hands pushed my down on his body until my ass was hovering above his hard dick. Even without his demanding hands I would have backed up onto his dick. The moment when the wet head slowly pushed my hole open was intense. I moaned out loud (in the back of my mind a voice tried to remind me of my parents down the hall and to keep the noise down). As he entered me ever deeper, Michael pulled my lips to his. The kiss went on until all of his dick was embedded into my hole. I started to move up and down on it and enjoyed the feeling of fullness and fulfillment. But Michael stopped me mid-movement. He held me up in the air, then pushing his crotch upward and fucking into me from below. Even working against gravity Michaels was fucking me with intense force, pushing all of his cock into me each time. He kept it up for an impressive time, but eventually he pushed me onto my hands and knees and fucked me from behind. From this position I could see myself in a mirror on the wall. And more importantly I could see Michael fucking me, his face contorted in lust. He noticed too and looked deeply into my eyes while giving me the fuck of my life. I moved my hand to my cock, but he slapped my hand away. He wouldn't have it. So he had me get on my back, with my head hanging down the edge of the bed, toward the mirror. His hand found my cock, his cock found my hole and he fucked and jerked us closer and closer to climax. "Do you want it?", he asked. "Yeah", I grunted. "I will fuck my load into you, are you close?" "Ugh", I felt my orgasm approaching. My body must have jerked, as Michael senses I was cumming. He sped up his fucking and just as cum started squirting from my dick I could see his face get red and through his clenched teeth he grunted: "Here comes Johnny!" There we lay in the afterglow. The passion and lust turning from aggressiveness to more tender hugs. With the worst of my horniness gone, the fog of lust gone, a question found its way from the back of my mind to my mouth: "Michael, you are positive, aren't you?" Kissing my brow, Michael breathed a shallow: "Yes." So there I was, poz cum in my hole, the second load in two days. Michael kissed me and hugged me tight, so any thoughts of getting to the bathroom and cleaning it out quickly vanished. And I had taken another one without getting it out again anyway. It seemed the deed was done. Thing was, I wasn't all that bothered. Right there, at that moment in Michaels arms it felt right. His body was warm, hot even, and out kisses started gaining passion again. "So, do you mind?" Michael asked. All I could answer was "I'm not sure. Yet." His hand found my cock at full attention again. "I know at least part of you doesn't." His hand moved up and down on my betraying dick. In a sudden, his mouth was around it. I know what being hungry for cock feels like, but I was still surprised at the vigor of this blow job. His fingers crawled to my hole while his mouth was filled with my dick. They found my slick hole ready for entry. In no time two fingers entered me and pushed in and out, opening my hole once again. He used both hands to pull at my hole, stretching it, then putt three fingers in and rubbed my insides raw. He had me. "Up for another go?" He didn't even wait for my answer. Nor did he need to. I fell forward into a nice doggy position, my ass up in the air, ready for the taking. Michael was already halfway inside of me when I said "Go for it!" Was I fucking crazy? He had just told me he had HIV and I welcomed him into again, bareback no less? The passion and lust of that moment is hard to explain. I guess part of me figured that the deed was done and one more load wouldn't matter. The other half was either giving a damn or getting off on the doubts and risk. Not that I really could think clearly with Michael in me. The more he got into me, the less I cared and the hornier I got. I caught myself moaning, then noticing that it wasn't really moaning, it was rhythmic chant, a mantra, if you will, "Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me." and so on. Michael did. Slow deep strokes. Hard strokes. Then half a minute of really fast hard fucking. Slapping my butt. Then repeat. It drove me wild with lust. He hard dick hit my prostate again and again, bringing me close to cumming. Michael sensed and slowed down, stretching out our lovemaking (was it lovemaking?). Eventually, Michael was at the point where he wanted us to cum. So he worked my prostate again with hard strokes, fucking the cum out of it. Just as I was in the process of cumming, Michael moaned: "Are you ready to get some more of my poz cum?" "Ugh" "Are you ready to get pozzed?" "Fuck me." "Are you?" "Yes! Fuck me! Poz me! Fuck me! YES!" It was the passion speaking, I was far gone. The orgasm was mine, though. It was intense. In the mirror I could once again see Michael tense up, and as he grabbed my butt and plowed deep into me, cumming he shouted "Take my poz cum, David!". I hoped my parents hadn't heard. I woke up several hours later, with two poz loads still in my hole. Michael was beside me on sleeping face down. The biohazard tattoo was now in clear view. It was beautiful, deep black with a blood red lining. I traced its lines as I thought about its meaning. Michael must have felt, as he started moaning softly. I couldn't see whether his eyes were open but I didn't stop touching his beautiful back. First I gave him a light massage, but moved my head closer to get his sexy fragrance. I was close to his tattoo when I sensed him definitely waking up. So I started kissing his back, more specifically, the tattoo. Just as I had retraced the lines with my fingers I now retraced it with kisses and my tongue. It was like acknowledging what we had done and that I loved it. He knew and asked: "You like my tattoo, don't you?" "It's really well done - and it's hot." "One of these days you may want one of your own. You definitely deserve one." I had to let those words sink in. "You know that I'm neg right?" "I wouldn't be too sure about that now. And the way you're picking up guys and taking them raw..." "Did you know my status?" "I guessed it from your reaction yesterday, but who am I to ask? If someone is up for fucking, that's that. Don't ask, don't tell. But I'm glad you came back." He was right. I made choices, once drunk, Twice super-horny. But nevertheless I chose every time to have sex with him. And the last two times could not be excused with ignorance. I knew it and I chose it. It was still quite a shock to admit to it. My mouth was still on his tattoo. I couldn't stop adoring it. "When did you get it, Michael?" "The tattoo or the bug?" "Both, I guess" "The tattoo about two years ago, the bug about 4." "How did you get HIV?" "Like this, from sex. I knew what I was doing, knew the risk and knew the pleasure. So I was okay with the diagnosis." "Do you know who gave it to you?" "No. See, I fucked around a lot back then, and still do. I was at gang bangs every other weekend and gave my ass up for everyone who was there quite a few times. Not mentioning all the poz or pozcum-filled asses I've fucked myself." "You if you hadn't hooked up with me, you'd have taken that boy home?" "Him, some other one, there is always someone for a versatile guy" "You mean for a hot versatile guy as you are." "Thanks, David. But you see, you proved my point. And you enjoyed it, judging from your coming back." "I did. So do you still go to gang bangs?" "Once in a while. You meet interesting people there." I didn't understand then what he meant. "All bare?" "Sure enough. I'd hate wasting all that cum. You're quite intrigued by it, aren't you? Have you ever been in a gang bang?" "No. I once made out with two guys, kissing, groping, but nothing more. It was hot though." He turned around and stroked my half-erect cock. "So, would you like to change that and actually have a threesome?" "Only with people I could trust....but I might know a guy up for it." I knew James thought Michael was hot. I knew James would be horny enough to be up for it (as long as he didn't cum). But James didn't know about Michael's status, I had never told him. Should I? Would he mind? Michael had his mouth on my cock again by then. His saliva was all over it. Suddenly he asked me to lie down on my back. My dick was rock hard and was sticking up. Michael gave it a few more sucks and spat on it. Then he sat down on it. To see the guy who lived with my family moving his hole down my raw hard cock, to see his passionate expressions as he did was super hot. He loved getting fucked just as much as fucking. My hands were on his tight ass in no time, his mouth and mine locked in a kiss. He did all the work, taking my dick as deep as it got, moving in a heavy rhythm. I knew the difference between safe and bare fucking, having done both, but at that moment I understood why people would do nothing else then raw, natural sex. At that moment I knew why people took so much risk just for feeling skin on skin. And I understood it even better just a few seconds later, when I filled Michael with a load of cum. The next afternoon I didn't have much to do, so I walked over to James' house. I was both horny and nervous. James sensed something was up right away. I guess it was the sex, he has this eery sex-detector going. So I told him. I told him about spending another night with Michael, about switching positions and how much I enjoyed being with him, how hot he makes me and how uninhibited I tend to be with him. And I told him about being found out by my sister. That really got his attention. He'd always had the hots for her and he made me tell him everything about the conversation. I wanted to leave things out, but he kind of managed to fill the blank spots. He was intrigued. He wouldn't let go of the topic, and in an attempt at changing it I spurted out "Michael asked me about threesomes." "What?" "He asked me whether I ever had one or ever thought about having one?" "So...did you?" "Nope, but I kinda like the idea." "Well, I did and it's hust as hot as you think." "You did? Why did you never tell me? I never thought there was a guy open to that, let alone two." "Sure I did. It's intense! You can suck one and fuck one. Or you are in someone and someone's in you. You should try it, nudge, nudge." "Are you saying this to get to fuck Michael?" "Ha. You really know me, dude." "Jackass!" I liked the idea, though. I know both of them, I've had sex with both of them. There probably is no better way of starting with group fun than this. I know Michael'd be game, James is already up for it, but there were still doubts in my mind. Me fucking Michael is alright, but would I be ok with James doing it as well? On the other hand: Michael already told me he was fucking with lots of guys. So why was I even jealous? But there was another thing: would I tell James about the risks? I didn't. I thought about it, but felt it's not ok to expose Michael without him knowing. And at that point it wasn't as if it was really about to happen. Unfortunately, nothing happened for a few days. No sex with Michael and no sex with James. On friday, I told my family (and Michael) I was going to stay at James'. Michael knew that I was considering James as the third guy. At James' we were set up with booze, video games and porn, to be consumed in that order. The booze seriously hampered our success at the games, but we reveled in the chance of safe drunk-driving at GTA. It got boring soon, though, and we dropped our clothes and put in some nice bisexual porn, bareback of course. Commenting on the girl's tits, the guys' cocks and jacking our dicks furiously, we got extra-horny. Just as I was about to go down on James the doorbell rang. James threw on some pants and returned with Michael just a minute later. I couldn't even stop the porn on the screen. There was a big on James' face. I knew what he was thinking. And Michael was catching up fast. "So that's what you boys have been up to..." He said. "Would you mind if I joined?" James stared at me, looking for a sign of approval and he found it when my mouth twitched, forming a smile. Wasting no time, he span around to Michael and dropped to his knees, hands on Michael's crotch. Michael: "My, you are a needy one, aren't you?" Then he looked right at me and grinned as James started massaging his dick through his jeans. You could see the outlines of his fleshy tool through the clothing. Even more, when James began kissing the hardness from root to head, leaving trails of saliva all over the crotch of Michael's jeans. He slowly pulled down the zipper and unbuttoned the jeans. Michael's dick sprang from the dropping pants, no underwear, nothing left between a hard cock and James' hungry mouth. At this point I lost all interest in the porn on the TV, all my attention was focussed on my best friend giving my lover (?) a blow job. And I knew how good James' blow jobs can be if he's really into it. He loves his tongue swirling around a hard cock, licking it from bottom to top and down again, slowly tracing the dick-head, or chewing on the balls. But what he really craves is pre cum and cum. He is crazy for it, the taste makes his blow jobs more and more intense and aggressive, when in the end he is switching between deep throating and sloppy licking all over the recipient's dick. So after James worked some pre cum out of Michael's cock, his cycle started: deeper and deeper the cock went in his mouth, more and more saliva was thickly coating it, and his tongue was licking out saliva and pre cum, making him ever hornier. Michael loved it. He didn't even bother to move his hands to James head, he just stood there, legs wide apart, and enjoyed. The sight got me horny, my hand found its way to my dick, but it wasn't enough. I stood up to stand next to Michael, leaning in for a kiss. While Michael and I were kissing deeply, James moved over to my cock, licking up the pre cum already glistening on its head. For a few minutes he switched back and forth, sucking Michael and sucking me, but it wasn't enough. He wanted us both. So he pulled at both our cocks so they were touching and slowly slid his lips over both our dick heads. I've never felt such a thing, Michael's cock next to mine in the confines of James' mouth while his tongue swirled around all the time. I loved it! Michael's hands were all over me by then and we were still kissing deeply. I knew this night was going to be good and would more than make up for the last few days. But I didn't want to cum yet. I pushed Michael down on the couch and pulled off his jeans. Now both James and I were sucking on Michaels cock and kissed each other around it. Then I turned to James' rear and pulled his pants down as well. My hands touched his already hard dick while I started rimming his fuck hole. It was twitching already, a clear sign James was super horny. I pushed my tongue deeper into him, and put a finger in as well. I was opening him up. But Michael had a different idea. He stood up, his white t-shirt still on, and left James head on the couch without anything to suck on, and stood behind me. Without much ado, Michael put his cock to my ass and pushed it in, the only lubricant being James' saliva. It hurt at first, but he knew how to make the pain really pleasurable. Soon, his whole shaft was inside of me, then pulled out all the way and rammed back in. I could only moan into James' ass. Apparently he appreciated the vibration of my moans, as he pushed back on my face. I wanted more. Like a dog I slowly crawled onto James, Michael following me, never missing a beat, and slowly pushed into James' saliva-lubricated hole. I was sandwiched between two hot bodies, one fucking me deeply, one being fucked by me. Fuck, it was good! Michael grabbed onto James hips and enforced a rhythm on all of us, pushing me even deeper into James' willing fuck hole. Michael's dick head hit my prostate from behind, driving me ever closer to orgasm, with no way of slowing down, he kept pushing me back onto him by pushing James onto my cock. I felt the cum boiling up in my balls, let out a moan and came deep into James. For a while, Michael continued the action, but I needed a break. So we broke it off, James quickly turned around to clean my cock and get some of the cum still leaking from it and Michael pulled out of me, his cock still hard. James was already looking at it hungrily. "Do you want it?" Michael asked him. James I sat down on the couch to catch my breath, ames jumped forward, swallowing Michael's dick whole. Coated with my ass juices and now my saliva, Michael's poz fuck stick disappeared into my friends face. This time Michael was more active and aggressive. He grabbed James' head and held him down on his cock, choking him - James didn't mind. Then Michael just held James in place and really fucked his face in the same rhythm in which he fucked my ass just a minute before. James cock was still hard, he enjoyed being used this way. After fucking his face for a while, Michael pulled out and slapped James' face with his dick, saliva and his poz pre cum leaving traces on it. When Michael forced him to turn around, pushed his head into my crotch and his own tongue up James' butt hole, James gave up all control and just let the pleasure happen. My dick was still soft, but James knew what he had to do. While Michael was sucking his man cunt, he began licking at my balls, then my shaft. I knew it would take a little longer, but the blow job would eventually get me hard again. Meanwhile, Michael pushed two fingers up James hole, fingering out some of the cum I deposited in there. He looked at the both of us and put his cum coated fingers to James' mouth. James licked them clean immediately, sucking the fingers in deeper. Michael wanked his cock with his other hand, smearing his pre cum all over it. I knew where this was heading and I didn't stop it. It was just too hot, too enticing. It was like a hot porno played out by two friends right in front of your face. Only, you could take part in it. I looked at James, who was visibly preparing for penetration and then looked at Michael. He looked me deep in the eyes as he slowly put his poz-precum covered dick to James' hole. It was twitching, waiting for its well-deserved cock. Michael grinned evilly as his dick head entered the well-fucked hole. James moaned as the poz cock filled his hungry body. He pushed back onto Michael, wanting him all inside of him. His eyes were closed, but Michael's eyes were staring at me like he was saying: "See what I'm doing? I'm poz-fucking your best friend. Bareback!" By this time I was hard again. Whether it was the hot sex going on in front of me, the secret I still kept from my best friend, or his hungry mouths action on my cock - I don't know. All I know that I was fucking horny and took initiative. Just as Michael had done, I slapped my cock on James' face or rubbed it all over it. More trails of pre cum were left on his face, so I leaned forward and licked his face all over. James meanwhile was moaning, completely oblivious to what I was doing. Michael was fucking into him hard, pulling all the way out and fucking it all the way in again, straining James' sphincter and fuck chute. Only when I kissed James on his mouth, he snapped out of it, opened his eyes and kissed me back instantly. His hand flashed to my dick and began wanking it. I could see the ecstasy in his eyes. When he felt pre cum leaking from my slit, James immediately put his mouth on it to get the taste. This left me laying back on the couch, looking at Michael's rhythmic fucking. His eyes were closed by now as he concentrated on the pleasure of his sloppy second on James' hole. At times, he was stopping deep in James, not moving a bit, so he wouldn't cum, holding out as long as he could. As that happened I thought I could see some slight movement of his shaft, as if he was so close to orgasm that more pre cum or even bits of cum were flowing through it. The thought of how James' insides by now were coated with my cum and Michael's pre cum was driving me wild, though I cannot tell whether in a good or a bad way (or whether the two were actually the same). Remembering how hot the sandwich fuck was, moved behind Michael and started licking his hole. He surprised me by pulling out of James all the way and pushing into my mouth. I licked of my own cum, the ass juiced and Michael's pre cum, covering it in turn with my saliva, so he could push it back into James. As he did that I fingered his hole and spread it. When I knew he was ready I lined up my dick and slowly slid in. Michael held still for a moment. When I was in all the way, I held onto James' hips the way Michael did before and fucked them both. Michael twitched up and down my cock and at the same time fucked deep into James. And I controlled it all. When I felt Michael getting close, though, I'd stop moving, not rushing things, of not wanting to actually have him cum in James. I still felt Michael's body contracting, though, which was very hot. I kissed Michael's neck and whispered words of appreciation into his ear. I really liked the guy and I enjoyed even sharing him. My jealousy was gone and its place was taken over by a stronger feeling of closeness. Fucking like this for a while brought us all closer and closer to orgasm. I tried to gauge James' pleasure and not let him cum to early, knowing that that would effectively end the night. But I also needed to concentrate on Michael. When I eventually sensed James getting to close, I had us stop. Michael had to slowly pull out, as I pulled out of him. James was still extremely horny and immediately began sucking on my dick, licking off the taste of Michael's poz hole. He wanked Michael at the same time and then sucked us in turns. He was like a bitch in heat, like a dirty whore. I spat into his face and told him to sit down on my dick. So I sat on the couch as James' ass hovered above me. Facing me, he slowly took all of my shaft in. Michael soon had his cock between both our mouths again. So while I was fucking James, or rather James was fucking himself on my cock, both of us licked and sucked Michael. He slapped his dick in both our faces and let some salive drop onto us once in a while. There appeared a grin on his face, he took a step back and stood behind James. Then I felt his fingers on my cock. Rather: I felt them along my cock in James' hole. He was fingering James while I was fucking him! Then I felt his tongue on my balls, licking up to James' cunt, applying more and more saliva, pushing it in with his fingers. James was going crazy. Suddenly, I felt neither Michael's tongue nor his fingers, but soon after I felt something big against my dick, and pushing into James alongside of me. Fuck, Michael wants to double-fuck James! It didn't quite work, though, James was tightening up and Michael couldn't get in. Michael left the room for a second and returned with a bottle in hand. He held it to James' nose and said "Inhale deeply, bitch!". As James did just that, I felt him relax. At that moment, Michael pushed his cock against James ass again. This time he managed to get it in. I felt him slowly sliding up against me, the already tight ass accommodating both our cocks. We were packed tight! It was amazing! I looked at James, who's eyes were glassy, part tears, part ecstasy. Michael kept feeding him poppers, which, as I kissed James, also effected me a bit. All I could think about was fucking the tight hole being fucked by Michael. I could hear Michael moaning out "Take it, you dirty little bitch! Do you like that? Do you like getting double fucked? Do you like our bare cocks in your overpacked tight hole?" James could only moan his approval. Michael kept going on "You will get it. You will get both our cum deep inside that nasty hole of yours." James was twitching around us: he wanted it. The tightness, the twitching, the talk got us ever closer to climax. I sensed the signs of it in James and this time I wouldn't stop, even if I could. Michael sensed it, too, and fucked him with even more fervor. His cock rubbing against mine and James' motion on my cock pulled me with them. Michael spat out once more: "Take it, James, take my cum." As I felt Michael cum right next to me, covering my cock and James' insides with his poz cum, James and I couldn't hold back. I came inside of him as well, mixing my cum with Michael's poz load. James was fucked out. He could hardly talk and quickly fell asleep. Michael and I relaxed watching porn, also not talking for a while. Soon Michael's hand was on his cock, which got hard immediately. I quickly followed suit so were both stroking out cocks watching three guys doing it bare. Two of the men had biohazard tattoos and they were topping a young looking twink. James was still passed out, but Michael and I were looking at each other hungrily. Soon my head was between Michael's thighs and I was giving him a sloppy blow job. I could still taste cum on it, but also something else. A tinny flavor. Blood. We must have ripped James pretty good, looking at his hole, I could see the cum leaking out was slightly pink. For some reason this made me even hotter for Michael's cock. I deep throated him, sucked on his balls, spat on the shaft until the taste was completely gone. Then he drew me in for a deep kiss. Our tongues were all over each other, our hands on each others cocks and asses. Michael nibbled on my ear and then whispered: "Did you enjoy stealthing your best friend? 'Cause I sure did." Stealthing? So that's what we did? Michael continued whispering: "I'm sure it's going to take, we tore him up good." His cock got even harder as he spoke his dirty mind. Small pangs of bad conscience troubled me, but every time I thought about how I probably helped infecting my best friend with a deadly disease, Michael's hand and mouth made me feel so very good. It didn't take long for the guilt to be associated with the pleasure. The wrongness suddenly seemed so hot, so right. Thinking about how both our cocks had stretched James and opened him up for Michael's charged load made me even hornier. Michael noticed: "I see you did enjoy it. Once you yourself have the gift, you will know how hot it really is." For a moment I thought what a dirty fuck Michael was. First he picked me up at a club and even though he was practically family fucked me bareback with his infected dick. Then he made me accomplice in infecting my best friend. And now he was putting these thoughts into my brain. I should have been appalled, I should have been angry. But I was really just bloody horny. Soon I was turned over on the couch, Michael above me fucking his cock into my hole. This naughty, fucked-up man was playing me like a fiddle. While pushing all the right buttons, Michael kept whispering and moaning about stealthing and gifting and how I was a good apprentice. He really rammed into me as he panted "Do you think it will take? Do you think we pozzed him yet? Want to make sure?" He pulled out, walked over to James and stuck his dick in. "I'm going to make sure he gets it." This was so fucked up. This was so hot! I should have stopped him. I should have woken James up. Instead I leaned back, stroked myself and enjoyed the show. James was way out of it. Michael was giving him a good treatment, fucking in all the way, pushing in fast and forceful, trying hard to rip him up even more. But James did not wake up. At one point I wanted in as well, pushed Michael to the side and stuck my dick in. I emulated Michael's moves, fucking James just as hard and aggressively. Here I was getting sloppy seconds to Michael and myself, our mixed cum as lubricant around my hard dick. I could already see some specks of blood on it. I blew. Michael immediately took my place. His muscles flexing, he fucked and fucked him, pushing out cum deeper and deeper into James's channel. "Fuck, he so going to get it. We made sure of that. You made sure of that, David!" He worked up his lust, worked himself to another orgasm. I noticed the tell-tale signs of it approaching, and we looked into each others eyes as another load of his charged cum spewed into James torn up body. "Does James have any toys?" Michael panted a little out of breath. I picked his dildos and his butt-plug and handed them to Michael without a word. I only thought "Was is he going to do now?" The answer was following quickly as Michael stuck James' biggest dildo in. "We going to make sure it's in there deep and stays in there for some time. We don't want leakage." When he was done pushing the cum in deeper, he took the butt-plug and sealed James' hole. I wondered how James could sleep through all of this.

I had sometime to kill before my boyfriend got home. So I got on grindr I wasn't on long and a near by top started talking with me. He was 20 miles away, but was heading in my direction. A littIe about me I have a big fat ass, and a small cock with a big mushroom head. He soon arrived at my house, we went to the bedroom and removed our clothes. He began kissing me, and squeezing my ass. His hand found my hole, he started to play with it. Then he said you want my cock in your ass faggot! It didn't take me long to bend over, and take his big raw cock inside me. He was rough slamming that cock in and out. He said he likes fucking guys because he doesn't have to wear a condom. Then he made a grunting sound and went in balls deep, filling my ass with his baby batter. He went to the bathroom to clean up, and I got my butt plug out of the dresser drawer and stuck it inside my ass, not wanting to loose any of his seed.

"Alright pledges get your asses up I want all of you to be in the house living room in 5 minutes for your start of pledge week." I jumped out of bed and grabbed my shirt and ran to the living room where the whole frat house was waiting in anticipation for us to arrive. We all stood where we were told to with our eyes to the floor waiting for our next orders. A little about myself, my name is Klaus I'm 19 and just like the name entails I am of Viking descent. I'm 6ft tall and have green eyes that stand out with my blond hair. I wasn't a jock but I did keep myself fit from running twice daily and the extra cardio gave me a firm set of abs and defined chest. My father also being of Viking decent was proud when I spoke with him when my body was changing and saw that I had a 12-inch thick cock like he and the rest of the males in my family had with a set of low hangers. We were all told to turn around and look up from the floor. When we did as we were told we were met with a large box that wasn't there before. Our pledge master emerged from the opening of the box to give the next set of instructions. "Alright pledges get ready for the beginning for you all, you are all to enter this box without your clothes on and make your way to one of the many holes in the box, once you're at a hole a cock of one of the current brothers will slide in and it is going to be your task to suck and put it up your ass when you feel it is wet enough for you. "You will then proceed to let the brother at the hole fuck you to completion in your ass, now the challenging part afterward is that once every brother is finished at the hole all of you will leave the box and will have to remember the taste and feel of that brother's cock because all of them will fuck you and you need to approach who you believe was the one who was first to fuck you. "There are cameras hidden that will show the brothers who are at the hole they approach so they will see which pledge is there." "When we are done and the brothers are matched with their pledges it will be your duty to take care of their sexual needs above anyone else's, now if they want to loan you to another brother then you will take care of them as well, this is to build familiarity and trust with the house to show you have what it takes to be a brother." "Keep in mind that today you will all leave the box pozzed up and if you complete your pledging you will be welcomed to your pozzed family and if you don't then you just live your life pozzed." I was shocked with this both with surprise and with horniness because I have known I was always gay with everything I did with my dad and brothers. I was also a hungry bottom pig and was always wanting a bigger cock up my ass. I could fit a baseball bat up my hole and thankfully it closed up tight after each time so I could enjoy the feeling of being stretched open again after each time. I was so ready to be pozzed and knowing that all of the brothers were poz made it even better for me. "Alright pledges strip and get your asses in the box." I got naked as quickly as I could without looking too eager since I wasn't out and entered the blackness of the box. I walked around in I stumbled around letting my eyes adjust to the darkness until I saw a hole and went up to it in anticipation of what would await me. It didn't take long until I saw a long thick cock slide through my hole. I had to have been 13 inches long and as thick as a beer can with a thick cut mushroom head. I was both excited and scared because it would have been the biggest thing I have had up my ass before so I would make sure to get it as wet as I could before it was to go inside my ass. I got started on sucking this baseball bat sized manhood and did my best to get it as far down my throat as I could to make this brother pleased with my work. While sucking I took some of my spit and started to finger my ass to try and open it and slick it up because I wanted to enjoy every inch of this meat up my hole as I could and be as painless as possible. After sucking and slobbering as much as I could the cock was removed and a small bottle of poppers was sent through the hole and I was thankful for them to make it more fun for me and easier for him to penetrate me fully. I took two hits of the bottle for each nostril and then started to push my ass against the hole and could feel the head of this monster cock push for entrance into my hole. I took two more hits off the bottle and could feel my body loosen up enough to feel nothing but a pleasure and the whole of this cock slide up my body with nothing but pleasure. I was in such a pleasure high with the fullness I was feeling. The brother that was fucking me took his time at first with him pumping slowly and gaining more and more speed. I had to brace myself against the box to steady myself against the onslaught on my hole and I was enjoying every moment of it. I could hear the moaning of the brother outside of the box and a mixture of moans from all of the other pledges inside the box as well. I could start to feel the body of his cock and the head start to swell and could feel the pulsing of a heavy stream of poz cum being shot into my hole. I couldn't help myself with the pressure on my prostate and the stream of cum I shot my hopefully last neg load in the box. The brother was panting and stayed in my ass until his cock deflated and he slid it out of my cum loaded hole. He put his hand through the hole and shoved his fingers up my hole without warning causing me to yelp in surprise and when he removed it told me to turn around and clean off his fingers. Once they were clean the voice said to continue tasting the cum in my hole and remember the taste and wait for the all call for all of them to come out and start the next part of this. I sat there in the dark digging into my hole and to scoop out the load and tasting it making sure I knew what this poz load tasted like so I could pick it out among the others. After a while, we were all called to come out of the box and to ready ourselves for the next phase of our brotherhood challenge. Once I left the box my eyes had to take a moment to adjust and when they did I could see all of the current brothers all in a circle naked with their matching red biohazard tattoos on their chests and looking ready for each of them to take a turn with each of us and made my mouth start to water and my ass start to itch in anticipation. "Alright, pledges line up and get ready for the next part of the brotherhood."

Chapter 9: The Project As soon as Dean heard his mother’s quivering voice, he knew instantly that, whatever was happening, it was big. It just wasn’t his mom’s style to flip out, so this must be huge. “I’m in the city, Mom. Are you at home?” “Yes, I am.” Dean heard a little sniffle. Now he knew for sure that this was urgent. “Just give me a half hour to shower and dress, and I’ll be over as soon as I can.” Clicking off, he explained quickly to Jaysen and Joey. Joey looked immediately concerned, and asked, “Want me to come with?” Dean thought for a second. “I think perhaps better not, Joey. She sounded really distraught, and that’s certainly unlike her. I’d better just go alone. Can I swipe your car and you can make your way home – you know, by the express route?” “Absolutely.” “Jaysen, sorry, but I had better put that weekend invitation on ice until I know for sure what’s happening.” “Of course – not a problem.” Forty minutes later, Dean was sitting down next to Dayna in the living room of Deidra and Ross’ mansion. Deidra’s mansion now, as they found out very shortly. “He’s left me. Each of us felt like the other was drifting away, and now it’s happened. He thought I was seeing someone else, because of all the time I spent with you two and Joey, and I thought he was seeing someone else because of all the business trips he was taking. What a mess!” She went on at some length about the entire discussion they’d had, the upshot of which was that they had agreed amicably to an uncontested divorce, and Ross had offered to give her the title deeds to the house in lieu of trying to work out a cash settlement of her share of his very complex personal and business affairs. Dean’s first thought was that she should try to hold out for a full fifty percent share. Dayna, though, pointed out that if Ross decided to contest that, the resulting legal actions could drag on for years and (because of his prominence) pull all of them into the headlines, the last place any of this family needed to find themselves. Finally, all three of them agreed that simply settling for the house was Deidra’s best bet. In the event, that choice turned out to be far better than any of them had guessed. There followed a lapse of a couple of months while the various legal papers were all drawn up and processed, and then Deidra received the title deeds for the house in mid-April. The divorce was finalized and announced in the first week of June, in muted fashion, in the social pages. A few weeks later, to considerably more and definitely front-page publicity, Ross shot himself in a hotel room in Los Angeles. The letter which he left pointed to the rapidly ballooning debts of his various enterprises and investments, all of them undone by a series of poor choices, rapidly changing markets, serious inflation, and uncollectable debts. All of them now realized that the divorce was his final and most generous gift to the family he had taken as his own. He’d cut the strings in time, setting Deidra free from the consequences of the financial collapse that had overtaken his business empire, and he’d given her the house outright to establish her on a firm financial footing. It wasn’t an asset that could be attached by any of his creditors since he had purchased it some time before incurring any of the business debts that had driven him to the wall. Deidra’s children, likewise, he had established with the earlier gifts of the down payments on their homes and the club memberships. To say that Deidra was devastated by his death, and the circumstances surrounding it, was an enormous understatement. Dayna had her mother come and stay at the apartment, away from the huge, empty house, so that she’d have company and wouldn’t have to face the media who swarmed like flies, looking for the “inside story.” Dean and Joey came by frequently as well, to spend time with her. The whole project of researching the descendants of Nora Ludlow had gone onto the back burner and remained there for a while. The boys also had no further opportunity to discuss the situation with Jaysen. Of course, they didn’t really need to tell him what had happened. The sudden abrupt suicide of Ross after his unexpected divorce had been the number one talking point in the club lounge for weeks after it had all happened. It was in the midst of this upheaval that Joey received a letter from the same cruise line for which Dayna worked, announcing his appointment to a supervisory position in the customer relations department, with several dozen front-line customer relations agents reporting to him. He’d interviewed for the job over a month earlier, but he hadn’t heard anything since. Dayna had tried to reassure him, saying that the human resources department usually moved at tortoise speed, but he’d felt sure that he was going to miss out on this opportunity. Even knowing that Joey would now be able to live full time in Carlsbad didn’t do much to lift the family gloom, although everyone sensed what a difference it would make to him and to Dean. After a few months, the boys and Dayna gradually pulled out of their slump. Deidra quickly sold the house, and with the help of a good financial advisor recommended by Dayna she soon had her resources wisely invested. Her final step was to get a more modest but still attractive condo, just a couple of blocks away from Dayna’s place. Understandably, her grief held her down for considerably longer. Ross had been the first man Dayna had ever met who’d treated her decently – “and I don’t just mean money,” she had said when she was talking about her feelings to Dayna one night. After several months, Dean and Joey finally arranged their long-deferred weekend get-together with Jaysen. They made sure to allow for plenty of time between sessions of getting together to go over with him all the notes and papers they’d accumulated. Joey was hard at work in the kitchen when Jaysen arrived just before 7:00 on Friday. He welcomed Jaysen with a kiss and a squeeze of his ass, and said to Dean, “Show him the guest room and you fellows can get changed and have a swim. I’m going to be stuck here for a while longer, getting dinner ready.” Jaysen replied, “A swim sounds great – that rush hour traffic out on the I-5 is a nightmare.” “Come on, Jaysen, right this way – best to stay out of the Michelin chef’s lair when he’s hard at work.” Joey snorted at the “Michelin chef” and Jaysen laughed as they headed upstairs. About ten minutes later, Joey thought he heard a noise. He turned off the fan over the stove for a minute and listened. Sure enough, that was a loud groan of passion drifting down the stairs. He turned the fan back on, set the burner down to simmer, and ran quickly but quietly up the stairs and down the hall to the left – to be greeted by the sight of Dean’s ass muscles flexing as he drove his bare cock deep inside Jaysen’s hole. “That wasn’t actually the kind of changing I had in mind,” Joey remarked drily. “Well, don’t just stand there, Joey, get out of your clothes and join us.” “Not a chance yet. Have to keep an eye on dinner. If you fellows ever make it out to the pool, I can join you there in 20 minutes or so.” He headed back downstairs, shaking his head and laughing. Just as he stepped back into the kitchen, he heard the unmistakable wail of Jaysen’s “Oh, fuck!” and knew that Dean was breeding their cousin’s ass again. Ten minutes later, Dean and Jaysen sauntered decorously down the stairs, but Joey wasn’t fooled. Jaysen had finally deep-sixed the baggy shorts and was strutting his stuff in a black speedo. Joey definitely approved of the change in Jaysen’s wardrobe. But he could tell that Jaysen was walking a little more cautiously than when he had arrived, and there was a suspicious damp smudge on the front of Dean’s pale blue speedo. In another ten minutes, Joey had finished the sauce and was able to set the timer and slide the chicken into the oven. He then stepped into the living room, peeled off his outer clothes, and raced outside, diving headlong into the pool. After a minute or so of cooling down, he figured he was ready to start heating up again, and climbed out, joining Dean and Jaysen in the hot tub. They were already kissing again, and had their hands firmly fastened on each other’s hardening cocks. “You guys just can’t keep your hands off each other, can you?” “And why should we?” “No reason. Here, Jaysen, give me that spare hand, the one that can’t leave Dean’s cock alone, and I’ll find it something useful to do.” So saying, Joey turned around and knelt on the seat, leaning forward over the edge of the tub, then took Jaysen’s left hand and guided it towards his ass. That immediately got Jaysen’s full attention. “Sorry, Dean, duty calls elsewhere.” With that, Jaysen turned right around and began kissing Joey’s firm ass through his wet speedo, then started inching the tight swimsuit down, exposing the pale skin and light dusting of fur. In another minute, he had Joey’s speedo off and buried his face in Joey’s ass crack, licking and kissing and tonguing for all he was worth. Seeing the way things were going, Dean got behind Jaysen and began lavishing the same treatment on his beautifully rounded buns. Their earlier session upstairs had been a quickie, an appetizer. This time, Dean was going for something longer and more involving, a true main course. Once all three of them were naked in the bubbling water, the ass-eating chain got much more intense, with hands squeezing butt cheeks as tongues drilled into holes. Dean was getting the best of it as he sucked and slurped his earlier load out of Jaysen’s ass, but Jaysen was more than enjoying himself, eating Joey’s buns as a prelude to eating Joey’s dinner. Joey was imagining once again feeling Jaysen’s cock inside him and getting thoroughly turned on at the thought of getting Jaysen to breed him. As Jaysen ate his hole, probing it with his talented tongue, Joey was moaning aloud – the moans finally resolving into words: “Fuck, Jaysen, get that cock into my hole and do me now!” Jaysen stood up behind Joey, finding that his cock was at the perfect height for the target as Joey continued leaning over the edge of the hot tub. With the water bubbling and frothing around his legs, Jaysen placed his head against Joey’s hole and slowly leaned on it. Joey opened right up and let him in with no hesitation. Jaysen sank into his tight ass, loving the sensation of Joey’s muscles stroking him as he slid deeper inside. At the same time, Dean had gotten up behind Jaysen and planted his dick against the slightly looser hole in Jaysen’s ass. Now he pushed forward and felt his cock go deep inside. But then he pulled back, and leaned over Jaysen’s shoulders, whispering in his ear, “Okay, Jaysen, fuck the shit out of him,” Dean himself held still as Jaysen proceeded to go to town on Joey’s ass – but very quickly realized that in doing so, he was energetically fucking himself on Dean’s cock at the same time. As he got into the motion, Jaysen moved smoothly back and forth, delving into Joey as he slid off Dean, and then punching backwards onto Dean as he withdrew from Joey. Fucking and getting fucked at the same time suddenly felt pretty damn incredible. Why hadn’t he ever enjoyed it this much before? But before things really got close to the point of no return, Joey said, “Dean?” “Yeah?” “Switch.” It took Jaysen a moment to figure out what was happening, but then he got it. He was going to stay in the middle of the sandwich, like cheese in a sandwich, while Dean became the bottom of the bun and Joey took over as the top. Thus rearranged, they kept going for a few more minutes, until Joey announced that he was going to cum in a minute, he couldn’t hold off much longer. Jaysen snapped, “Well, go for it!” At once, he speeded up his fucking motions, pounding hard into Dean while Joey’s cock slid in and out of his hole at a dizzying pace. Then, suddenly, Jaysen felt his own explosion coming, and hammered harder than ever into Dean, gasping out, “Cumming… cumming in you… your ass!” Dean moaned aloud and shot off, his clutching hole pushing Jaysen over the edge, at the same time as Joey hammered it home one last time and bred Jaysen’s ass with his own load. Over the course of that weekend, Jaysen got one eye-opening surprise after another as Dean and Joey showed him the whole collection of documentation they’d gathered about Nora Ludlow and her descendants. The name meant nothing to Jaysen, but that wasn’t surprising because he’d never cared much about the background of his strange power, wishing instead that he could just drink it away or kill it with enough booze, neither of which had happened – not to mention that an ancestor who’d wound up committed to an asylum wasn’t someone either of his parents would have regarded with any favour. Now, he was discovering for himself the scale of the clan-within-a-clan to which he belonged, and also becoming truly curious about what might be the cause of the whole strange business. Dean and Joey also tipped him off about the importance of reading The Chrysalids, and about where to find Starman online if he wanted to, while stressing that it was probably less critical to their search. Unlike Dean and Joey, Jaysen had not only heard about but had read The Chrysalids, frequently, finding that this novel really spoke to him at a fundamental level. The essential loneliness of the key characters mirrored the way that Jaysen felt about life and his place in the world. Ever since the first time he'd finished the book, he’d dreamed or at least daydreamed about finding a place where he could go – a safe haven where he wouldn’t be seen as a freak and an outsider. It was a part of his personality that few people had ever seen, this deeply introspective man who considered and pondered the world at the same time as he held aloof from living in it. Jaysen couldn’t help appreciating the irony that, with all the progress gay people had made towards escaping the closet and finding social acceptance, he had somehow gotten trapped in the same prison again, although now it was because of his ability to appear as someone other than who he really was. The clumsy, socially inept, drunk Jaysen wasn’t the real man. He was an artificial construct, a mask Jaysen had created to shield his deeply sensitive and thoughtful inward soul from the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. Only once or twice since he had reached adulthood had he ever let the mask slip with one person, and when he did it inevitably led to him getting hurt again, and deeply – as if his family hadn’t inflicted enough hurt and harm on him already. Even as a teenager, Jaysen had seen and felt repelled by the way his father had used his shifting ability to gain sneak advantages in some of his shadier business deals. His sisters had been just as unpleasant, with Linda using her skills to shoplift expensive clothes and jewellery that she could certainly have afforded to buy, while Bella delighted in using hers to drop her friends unexpectedly into socially awkward situations that would give her a good laugh at their expense. When he’d revealed his gay orientation to his parents, their reactions had spoken volumes about the nature of life in his insanely wealthy family. His mother had shrugged and said, vaguely, “I know. That’s nice, dear,” on her way out the door of their summer home in the Hamptons to another society party. His father had handed him a cheque and told him to “take that and go find the kind of life you want somewhere else – a long way away, and just stay there, out of my sight,” his dad had added for good measure, in a bored tone of voice. His sisters cut him out of their lives without a second thought. The eight-figure cheque (a sum which barely dented his father’s bank accounts) had enabled Jaysen to live comfortably in California, at least financially, but did less than nothing to make him feel any more wanted or valued by anyone. A few coins and small change flung after him didn’t make him a bit happier about being thrown out on his ear. He'd gotten a little more support from his great-uncle Roger, who had taught him some useful tricks for managing his little nest egg. Jaysen had taken that advice and run with it, making a whole series of shrewd investment decisions that increased his holdings several times over. He’d always wondered if Roger, his mother’s uncle, whose marriage seemed even more sterile and loveless than his own parents, might have been gay and closeted. He never found out for sure. Not long after Jaysen settled in San Diego, Roger had died, leaving Jaysen essentially without any family at all. Throughout a long series of sexual encounters with a whole variety of men on the make, Jaysen had learned by experience how to protect both himself and his wealth from the grasping hands of others. He’d fucked around with a long series of guys, offering up his ass to one bare cock after another when he wasn’t dazzling and terrifying them with his black alter ego’s massive tower of power. He’d slept with some of the highest-profile gay celebrities, porn stars, and social media influencers. His money made it a simple matter to get any guy he wanted, and he did. It did nothing to make him any happier but at least all the wild sex helped him to scratch the itch. Now, without even really trying or seeking, he’d found his place and his clan all in one go and had become a part of a family that accepted him as a whole man, taking him in as he was and not as they thought he should be. Motivated by this unexpected and unaccustomed feeling of being valued by others, Jaysen willingly joined in the project. He started by volunteering to help Dean and Joey fill in the gaps in his branches of the family, especially since these included at least two examples where he was already reasonably sure that the powers had passed through the male line – his father and his father’s younger brother. On both Friday and Saturday nights, the bed in the guest room mysteriously didn’t seem to get slept in at all. Joey and Dean were only too happy to share their extra-king-sized bed with their cousin, as a way of welcoming him fully into his new family. For them, too, the weekend was turning out to be one huge surprise after another as the whole story of Jaysen’s life leaked out to them in dribs and drabs. The sex they shared with him was intense, and great fun, but both of them suspected that the best of the experience for Jaysen was when the three of them snuggled down together to sleep. On the Friday night, they made Jaysen sleep in the middle, with both of them cuddled up to him on either side. Dean felt that this might just have been the most emotional and physical closeness to anyone else that Jaysen had ever experienced. The climax of the weekend, in more ways than one, came on Saturday night when Jaysen confided that he’d always wanted to try a DP. Dean had been involved in DP scenes a couple of times, as a top only, but Joey had never done one. That made Dean the resident expert, as far as there was one, and he proceeded to orchestrate the scene. First, he had Joey lie down on his back, and got Jaysen to kneel over him and go down on his cock, sucking him into a painful erection. Meanwhile, Dean was busy stroking his own cock, getting it good and hard for what was to come. Next, Dean got Jaysen to straddle Joey and sit down on his dick, taking his firm hard-on deep inside his ass and riding on it. This helped Joey to produce more pre-cum and lubricate the action in Jaysen’s hole. While this was happening, Dean was squeezing a bottle of lube, getting his fingers nicely greased up and then rubbing it all up and down his pole, preparing himself for the battle to come in moments. Now, he pushed Jaysen forward by the shoulders until he was lying right down on top of Joey, but with Joey’s cock still embedded in his hole. Dean leaned over him and pressed his cock against Jaysen’s butt, and against Joey’s cock, murmuring like a chant, “Relax… relax….” As Jaysen’s hole slowly began to loosen up, Dean pushed forward. Jaysen let out a cry, but Dean just kept telling him to relax and open up, to let him in. Jaysen was almost sobbing from the pain, but when Dean asked if it was too much, he babbled, “Fuck, no! I want it… want it in me… both of you… fuck, man, give me… don’t back out….” Dean pushed more firmly, and his cockhead popped right inside Jaysen’s tight hole, alongside Joey’s equally hard tool. Jaysen was moaning and sobbing, but Dean kept the pressure on and slowly worked his cock deeper inside Jaysen’s stretched-out anus. “Deep breaths, Jaysen. Take deep breaths.” Jaysen struggled to follow Joey’s advice and slowly began to relax into the invasion, his breathing becoming steadier as his hole came to terms with the two cocks stretching him apart. As he slowly calmed down, he began to drift off into an almost trance-like state where he stopped interacting with the outside world, zoning out on the effect of two cocks inside him at once – and nothing else mattered. As he went there, Dean and Joey felt his hole relaxing slowly. Dean began moving cautiously, sliding in and then out again, testing Jaysen’s reaction. Jaysen had developed a blissed-out grimace on his face but gave no other sign. Dean slowly speeded up his pumping motions, driving ever faster and deeper into Jaysen’s ass alongside Joey. But then Joey winced a bit, and Dean pulled out. Jaysen moaned, “Nooo,” but Dean just squirted some more lube over his tool, spread it all around the shaft, and then slowly pushed it back into the hole. By this time, Joey and Dean were both moving in Jaysen’s hole and they got into a smooth rhythm, with Joey sliding out as Dean slid in, and then Dean moving back in as Joey backed out. Jaysen by this time had a total “all gone” look on is face as they fucked him, and even a sudden burst of extra-hard thrusts couldn’t break his concentration on all the cock inside him. It was Dean who finally broke the spell by grunting, “Fuck… can’t wait… gonna cum!” “Yeah, Dean, breed his hole!” With no other warning, Dean’s cock convulsed and released a big pulse of his seed inside Jaysen’s stretched-out ass. The feeling of Dean’s cum flowing over and around his cock brought Joey to the edge too, and there the two of them were, cumming in unison inside the ass of an ecstatic Jaysen Macaleister. And Jaysen, without even trying or touching himself, pumped out another cum load all over Joey’s body as he quivered in his sexual trance. As Dean came down off the high of breeding ass, his cock slowly softened and slipped out. Joey followed suit, and Jaysen rolled off of Joey onto his side, with their combined sperm loads slowly seeping out of him as his ass struggled to close again. Holy mother, what an incredible high, Jaysen thought to himself. And then, to his utter and total astonishment, he heard Dean’s voice in his head saying, You got that right! “What the hell?” Jaysen burst into words in his amazement. “I was just about to ask you the same thing,” Dean responded. Joey started laughing. “Looks like we’ve got another one on our hands. Jaysen, remember when I told you a few weeks back that Dean and I could talk in our thoughts? Looks like you’ve just joined the party!” The three of them lapsed back into thought-speech. Dean, how long have you been able to do this? A few months, I’m not sure exactly. Can you do it at a distance? Dean and I did this with each other once when he was here and I was in Hong Kong, before I gave up flying. Wow! Is there anyone else who’s able to do it too? One other person, I’m not going to get specific because we don’t want her in on this after what we’ve just been doing – our minds must be full of it. Right, Dean, but don’t forget about the mystery voice – whoever or whatever they are. “The mystery voice?” Jaysen came back into normal speech. “I guess we didn’t tell you about that yet,” Dean replied. “We’ll fill you in tomorrow.” After they’d all recovered their breath from the intensity of that triple climax, and what came after it, Jaysen began to feel a bit sleepy. A kind of contentment he’d never really felt before washed over him. Dean, though, turned to Joey and began kissing him, slowly and lovingly. As Joey responded in kind, Jaysen realized that there’d been a shift in the energy, that he was about to witness something very special. He got up to go to the bathroom, but also to give the scene between Dean and Joey time to unfold. After a quick clean-up, he returned, wrapped in a towel, and sat down in the chair across the room to watch them. They were locked in an embrace together, their mouths seeking ever more closeness with each other as their hands roamed all over each other’s bodies, stroking, caressing, squeezing, drawing them ever nearer to each other. Their fully erect cocks pushed right up against each other, the heads slowly flowing with sweet liquid. Dean rolled until he was on top of Joey, his erection now protruding down between Joey’s thighs. He pulled back slightly from the embrace, opening his eyes and staring deeply into Joey’s eyes. Without a word spoken, Joey smiled up at him and drew his legs up and back, opening himself to his man. Dean spread the copious precum from their two cocks all over the head of his tool, and then placing it against Joey’s hole, slowly entered him, easily, smoothly, in one long slow slide until his hips were pressed firmly against Joey’s cheeks. As they continued embracing, stroking, and kissing each other, Dean slowly slid in and out of Joey, gliding smoothly and without haste. It was a special kind of fucking they were enjoying between them, a kind that neither of them had ever experienced until they had met each other and fallen in love. As Dean made love to Joey, Jaysen watched in awe, aware that he was seeing an extraordinary unity and flow of emotions such as he’d never imagined might be possible. There was no hurry, no frantic rush to the finish line. The two of them were delighting in each other’s bodies, the nearness, the interplay of tongues, the sensations of hands gliding over skin, the smooth movement of Dean’s cock in and out of Joey’s ass – it was all far too deeply enjoyable for either of them to want it to end. But of course the end had to come. Dean wasn’t even speeding up as he neared climax, but there was a slight jerky quality, an edginess in his movements, that told Joey the moment was at hand. He clutched Dean to him tightly and whispered, “Now, love. Give it to me now.” And with that quiet command, Dean exploded inside Joey, painting his insides, as Joey erupted between them. The kissing and stroking continued, but slower, as they came down from the high of making love to each other. Jaysen just sat and watched as they slowly came out of their intense absorption in each other. At last, they rolled apart, and Dean took in the fact that they’d been watched. Jaysen feared that he might be self-conscious or embarrassed, but no. Dean merely chuckled, and said, “I’m sorry, Jaysen, you must have thought it was rude of us to cut you out like that.” Jaysen smiled. “I didn’t think it was rude, but I did fear that I was intruding on something special. Maybe I shouldn’t have stayed to watch. I guess I should go to the guest room now.” Joey smiled. “Oh, no. Come on back to bed and sleep with us. It’s all good.” Later on, after Dean and Joey had drifted off into sleep, wrapped again in each other’s loving embrace, Jaysen had lain wide awake, thinking of the significance of all that he’d seen and heard and learned during this weekend. Everything he thought he knew about his life, about his relations with other people, about his place in the world, all of it had been turned upside down and stood on its head. He’d found out that he wasn’t a lonely freak but part of a large family, all of them no doubt struggling with the same kinds of difficulties he faced. He’d been shown clearly that the entire course of his life wasn’t his fault but stemmed in no small part from the totally dysfunctional family he’d been born into. He’d realized, too, that while sex could be great fun, it could also become an expression of a love almost too deep and too intensely real to be described in words. Most important of all, he’d not only found a family but also hope for his own future, a future in which he might look forward (and not only in his dreams) to enjoying the kind of closeness that Dean and Joey had been so fortunate as to find and nurture for themselves. He was no longer jealous of them. Instead, he dared to hope for as good luck to happen to him: to Jaysen Macaleister, the perennial richest loser on the west coast. Or, as he put it more simply to them over a late breakfast on Sunday morning. “You fellows have given me a family, a life, a future. You’re not just my cousins; you’re my brothers.” They’d all shared some close and heartfelt hugs and kisses at that moment. None of the three of them, though, not Dayna nor Deidra, nor any other descendants of Nora Ludlow, could possibly have guessed at the even greater closeness that lay in wait for them.

My fantasy is to chug a one-litre container filled to the brim with warm, freshly squirted cum. I'd lift it up to my lips and not put it down until it was empty.

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.”

I almost exclusively play with older daddies. 60+. They just always know how to work a hole better than anyone else. there was a guy in his 80s I used to play with on the east side of Columbus. He wasn’t able to get hard but man, he would turn my hole into mush with a dildo while I laid across him and sucked on his soft cock. Was also totally into covering me with his piss before I left our play sessions.

Personally I don't, but as more time goes on, the less I actually enjoy cumming. Be it with a man or woman I always try to hold back, or not not at all.

I like smelling a guy's fresh musk...so, if he's been at the gym sweating or something like that, I'm all about burying my face in his armpits or around the crevices around his balls. Also, like sniffing a guy's briefs/trunks around the spot where his balls are, or would be. Guess it comes from when I was a teen in high school and the weight room had a distinct smell of mildly stale sweat...ever since then, that kind of thing has been a bit of a weird turn-on for me. Now, that being said, there's a line to cross. There's "musk", which I describe above, then just flat out bad BO that I find unacceptable. There's a limit to what my nose will tolerate.

I love the planning and then slow deliberate execution building to total submission of will. I love watching videos of Masters that put subs through the ringer.

CHAPTER 2: He lived in LA and I lived in Boston so we quickly got used to the idea of sending each other pics and having a lot of phone sex. I fell back into my normal routine: early to bed, early to the gym, work, maybe jerk off before bed if I had the energy. We started talking almost every night and I had no clue he was doing crystal almost every day. I'd only just tried it with him so I was pretty naive. But there was one night when he didn't answer his phone when I called. And still when I called after midnight my time there was no answer and it went to voicemail. I was all horned up from looking forward to hearing his voice so pretty soon I found myself logging onto MANHUNT. This was back when Manhunt was the only online hookup site. Almost the moment I logged on I got an IM from a couple just a few blocks from me. One was older, one was a young hot body builder. The older one had only one blurry shot of his cock and underneath the caption read: delivering potent seed to change any. hole. I didn't know exactly what that meant but I felt my cock swelling up. And pretty soon I was rinsing off in the shower, throwing on some jeans and a sweatshirt and heading over to the house of total strangers to have sex. No condoms. As I walked over there I kept glancing down at my phone hoping I might hear from Manny. But nothing. I rang the doorbell and waited. A hot sweaty muscley mess answered the door. He smiled. I said "Donny?" He kind of grinned but didn't seem able to get a word out. I noticed his legs were shaking. He was wearing just a pair of boxer briefs and there was a real obvious stain where he'd leaked a lot of precum. As I walked in, he led me to an upstairs bedroom where I could leave my clothes. i was a little shy about getting naked right away and he could tell. He ducked into the bathroom and came out carying a torch and a huge water bong. "T?" he offered "Sure" and he lit the flame under the glass for me watching with intense concentration to make sure I got as much smoke into my lungs as possible. Then he took my hand and led me down to the basement of the house where his older lover, who I later came to find out owned MANHUNT

I don't ask, but I make it pretty obvious when I'm close to coming, even saying things along the line of "I'm about to cum". If they want me to pull out, that's their chance to let me know, otherwise I'm breeding them. Often though there has been a lot of dirty talk about me breeding him before that point.

The smell of sweaty male body drives me crazy in the best possible way.

There is nothing hotter to me than fresh sweat - arm pits, ass crack, balls, bulging jockstrap.... It's like poppers to me!

My dad never wore deodorant. When he would get home after work I could smell his man scent and it drove me wild. There is nothing hotter than a man with his natural sent. I love sucking on a man cock and having my nose buried in his pubes smelling his essence. I believe every man has his own scent and it attracts other men. Put me in a gym with sweaty men and my pussy twitches.

Thank you! We had A LOT of fun making that video! I’m so glad you like it!!

I love the Woods Campground in Lehighton PA. Like most things in life, you get out what you put in, or expect to get. The Woods is clothing optional. There are communities of long term site owners (perms) and seasonal site residents (sperms), and all the other people who come and go. On a summer weekend, it gets busy! And when they release reservations in March, things book up for all season in a day. Perms, I believe, are required to participate in a set number of community events per season. So there’s always something! People bring RVs. You can rent a cabin. People camp in tents. There are all types. There’s a pool. There’s the disco at night. There are ‘shot crawls’ where you pay and then go from place to place (with an inebriated fun loving group of like minded homosexuals) and get served different types of shots. There’s hiking. Naked hiking. On kink weekends, a perm site will often host sex areas for night time play. There used to be an old barn ‘aka the Head Shed’ where people would fuck around at night. It got torn down to make way for more rental cabins. So a lot of the night time sex has moved to the wooded areas around the lake. Scuttlebutt is there’s plans for a new ‘head shed’ location in a new building going in this winter. (They use winter to make improvements.) It really can be a magical place. So many men. Most are attitude free and looking to have a good time. [think before following links] https://www.thewoodscampground.com/

Hottest bareback boy in the biz right now.

Part 2 This whole situation evolved into something Chris had never thought about. He was down with being on his back and tied to the bed, it wasn´t even the first time he fucked like that. Being the more submissive partner wasn´t something he was used to, but he´d never complain about a little spice in bed. This here though was something else. A attractive young guy fingering himself, starring into his eyes, while using is precum as lube for hole. This was so wrong and danferouse, but somehow extremly exciting for him. He shouldn´t be turned on by this, yet he was. It was terring him apart, knowing this was something he should prevent at all costs, while at the same time wanting to go through with Miles plan of potentially infecting himself with HIV. Not that he had any say in it really, being tied down, at the mercy of that stud who was straddiling him. "You look cute when you are thinking, did you know that?" Miles said, while collecting another drop of pre on his finger. He pressed his finger in his hole once again, moaning lowly while doing so. "Man, you are leaking so much I could do this all day long. But I think we both want to take this to the next step don´t we?" he said, finger knuckle deep in himself. He pulled out and sat down on Chris´s lap again, hand behind his back and slowly stroking the tops balls. "Just imagine how that big cock of yours would feel in my ass. Wet with my spit and your pre, we wouldn´t even need lube now, you know." He grapped his balls a bit more forcefully, making Chris gasp. "You know, I´ve heared not using condoms increases the sensation for the top, you know, skin-to-skin and nothing in-between. You can´t tell me you haven´t thought about it." And they both knew he was right about that. Almost mad with lust the tied down stud gave him a short nod, not knowing what else to do. He hadn´t shot inside another guy in so long, the idea by itself was so tempting. "I haven´t done that in a while" Chris panted. Miles had him exactly where he wanted him to be. Unable to move, conflicted about the idea, but ever so slightly giving in. But he didn´t want to do the first step, it just wasn´t fun to do that. No, he wanted Chris to initiate. He could just take his dick, ride him until he cums inside him and be done with it, but where is the fun in that? Still with his hand on his nuts he spoke again "They are so big and heavy, I bet you have a big load in there for me, don´t you stud? I´d love to feel it all inside my hole, I wouldn´t let it leak out. Maybe you even have more than one load in there." He lowered himself down a bit more, just enough so that the head of Chris cock felt the heat of his hole. "Fuck..." the guy beneath Chris murmured. Lightly stroking the abs of the top, the tied down guy began to realize that Miles would eventually get from him what he wanted. "I wanna fuck you but..." he began, only to lose his train of thought immediately. "But what?" the bottom asked slowly. Chris didn´t answer. Miles leaned forward, almost in kissing distance of Chris, who was trying to connect their lips but failed due to to the handcuffs. "Maybe we can meet each other half way?" he said seductively. The stud beneath him only nodded slowly. Miles began to lower himself further while grabbing Chris dick and lining it up with his inviting hole. Chris pushed up a little, coming into contact with that desired hole for the first time. Both starring into each others eyes when the cock met the holes resistence, but neither stopping in their motion, both intended to finally fuck. Miles hole gave way to Chris dick and Chris entered him, both moaning simultaneously.

Part 10 I made TJ stay in that position as I went to get the plug, the fat one. I wanted him to watch his friends as my cum dripped out of his just fucked hole. I shoved the crystal covered plug into his hole fast and hard, enjoying his groans and whimpers of pain as the T did it's job burning his tender hole. There was a knock on the door. I made TJ kneel in the middle of the living room with his legs spread, his arms behind his back and his head bowed. I grabbed a blindfold and put it on him before I answered the door. I already knew who it was before I even answered. It was a guy from down the hall that I sold weed to. He stopped by every other Friday when he got paid for a sack and a little extra. He was cool with me being gay and having subs. In fact, the little extra he came for was a blowjob from whatever whore I currently had. His fat bitch of a wife wouldn't put out any more, so he got some relief at my place. After we did our deal, I walked him over to my newest whore. Juan dropped his pants and grabbed TJ's head and yanked it back. He opened his mouth in surprise and Juan put his fat Mexican cock into his mouth. My slave instantly closed his mouth and started sucking. He raised his hands and tried to put his hands on the cock he was sucking, but Carlos pulled out and slapped him hard across his face. TJ cried out in pain and surprise! "Keep your hands behind your back gringo faggot!" He ordered my whore in his thick Mexican accent. "I'm sorry." TJ replied in a scared voice. Carlos just grabbed his hair and stuck his cock back in. He held a fistful of TJ's hair as skull fucked the kid. I just stood back and hit the pipe, enjoying the show. I didn't know what I liked more....watching my straight skaterboy take cock his mouth or his ass! They BOTH were hot. I handed Carlos some poppers and he held them under TJ's nose, making the boy take several hits in each nostril. "Oh yeah..........breathe in you faggot whore!" Juan demanded. TJ breathed in the fumes until I could see he was a little wobbly. Then Juan really went to town on the teenager. He pounded TJ's face as the kid choked and gagged, coughing up spit whenever Juan pulled his cock out long enough for TJ to breath. Juan kept up the brutal face fuck until he smashed TJ's face into his pubes and held him there tight as he pumped his pent up load into the teenage whore. TJ just struggled and flailed as he was drowned in cum. After Juan left I got TJ dressed to go out. Well, dressed consisted of just his leather items and a pair of ripped up jeans. He looked so hot and dirty as I led him on a leash, barefoot to the car, like a good slave. And like a slave, I was really going to put him through the wringer tonight. Our first stop was the bookstore. It was the perfect time, Friday night at 5. There would be lots of available cocks to suck. Married guys loved to stop by on their way home to their bitch wives for a quick blowjob. And sure enough, there were quite a few cars there. We paid and luckily my favourite booth was open. And there was an extra treat waiting. Someone had jizzed on the dirty floor, and I used the opportunity to further degrade TJ. I mixed a little T into the cum and pushed TJ's face toward it. He tried to avoid doing what he knew I wanted him to do, but I quickly backhanded him and grabbed his hair. "You will lick that up you filthy little whore!" I said as I pushed his face into it. "Or you will never get another thing from me!" TJ hesitantly stuck his tongue out and I pushed him down into it. "Lick it whore!" I demanded him again. He lapped it up as I held his head down. Soon it was all gone. "Now, start sucking!" TJ crawled to a hole, and soon a cock was poking through and he took it into his mouth. I smiled as I watched him swallow the strangers cum that was soon pumped into his straight boy teenage mouth. After I had watched him suck off 4 more cocks, I went on a little mission. I searched the empty rooms and the various garbages and soon had found 5 used condoms with loads still in them. I went back to the booth to find TJ exactly where he should be. On his hands and knees with a cock in his mouth. I undid his jeans and pulled them down exposing his hairy ass. I grabbed the plug and pulled it out as TJ groaned with the cock in his mouth. I stuck my finger in him, enjoying how loose his hole was becoming. I carefully emptied all the cum into one condom, then stuffed that condom into TJ's hole. With a little dexterity, I squeezed out the contents into my little skater whore. Then I took a nice sized shard and pushed it into his cummy hole. I made sure to rub the shard into his intestine walls while I enjoyed the wetness I felt. TJ whined a bit as his insides started burning again, and grunted in pain as I shoved the plug back into him. I left his jeans down, enjoying how slutty he looked giving head like that with his ass exposed. After a couple of hours and 12 loads in TJ's stomach, I decided it was time to move to the next stop on our little journey. There was an area of the city that had a large homeless population. It also happened to be in a couple of abandoned buildings. The cops didn't really patrol the area. I know this because I frequently would take my whores there to service the homeless guys. Tonight it was TJ's turn. I gave him some laced Gatorade to drink on our drive over there, and I let him hit the pipe a few times as well. By the time we got there, he was visibly fucked up. I led his barefoot ass into one of the buildings and through a little maze. We passed many homeless guys on the way, and most of them knew what was up. A couple of them started following us. The place stunk. It reeked like piss and body odor, and that actually aroused me a bit knowing TJ was about to be debased like he had never been before. We reached a room that had some exposed pipes, and I attached TJ's leash to one, locking it so he couldn't go anywhere. Then I stripped him of his jeans, totally exposing him. He looked frightened as he saw people moving in the shadows. Even in his fucked up state, he knew what was up. I didn't say anything as I produced a syringe and quickly stuck TJ. Then I pulled the plug out of his ass and retreated to the shadows to stand back and watch. The first guy that approached TJ pushed him to his knees before fishing out a soft cock. TJ was so fucked up that he didn't even hesitate. He just opened his mouth and the homeless guy stuck his cock right in. I could see him gag from the smell of the dirty cock he was sucking, and that made my dick twitch. The homeless guy just held TJ's head as his hips pounded his average size cock into the warm, wet hole. A couple more guys were standing around, rubbing their cocks through their pants, waiting for their turn. The guy fucking TJ's mouth didn't last very long, and was soon pumping his load into my straight skater whore. As soon as he stepped away, another guy took his place. He grabbed TJ's hair and slammed what had to be an 8 inch cock all the way down TJ's throat. TJ gagged as the man held him there. Meanwhile, another man had come up behind TJ. He just dropped his pants and rammed a nice thick cock balls deep in TJ's ass. TJ let out a muffled scream as his hole was suddenly stretched open. The guy in TJ's throat pulled out and TJ coughed out some phlegm. The guy in TJ's pussy grabbed his skinny waist and pounded away. The other guy rammed his cock back down TJ's throat. I just stood back and enjoyed the show, rubbing my hard cock through my pants. This is what I love about the homeless guys. They don't make gentle love, they are rough and brutal. It's probably been months for them without a hole to cum in, so when they finally get one, they pound it for all its worth. Even the straight guys will partake because for them it's not a gay thing. It's just a warm, wet hole to dump in. Like in prison. I smiled as I watched the men dump their loads in my drugged up teenage whore. This was a place I would bring TJ to many times in the future. In all, I watched 10 guys dump into TJ's pussy, and another 14 down his throat. By the time they were finished, TJ was a mess lying in the dirt, where the little piece of trash belonged. But his night was far from over, and we had one more stop to make.

The stud hooked his hands under my arms and effortlessly lifted me off my knees and plopped me on the couch. “Don’t move,” I was commanded and he went to get the duffel bag. I sat in the middle of the couch trying to catch my breath. He returned, dropped the bag on the floor, and went to his knees. He grabbed me under my knees and pushed my legs up roughly, forcing my ass up and my torso to sink further into the cushion. “Hold your legs there,” he ordered, handing me my legs. I took them, keeping myself bent in half, cunt hole exposed. “Look at that asshole gaping at me. It’s still so open.” And with that, he blew right into my pussy. I could easily feel the gust of air on my insides and immediately tightened my hole. He just laughed and dug into the bag for the first foreign object he would shove into my backside. When he hunched over to survey the different sized ass destroyers in the gym bag, I looked across the room from myself and saw that the opposing wall was predominantly mirrors. I saw myself – my red eyes, my face covered in dried snot and bile, my nips looking like two angry red spark plugs, legs in the air, my hairless ass pushed up and waiting for more abuse, three or four big handprints outlined in pink. And of course, there was my little less-than-five inch dick still hard as a stubby pencil making a pool of pussy boy precum on my defined abs. Oh, and he was right, my hole was slightly gaped still. Using my muscles, I managed to wink it shut but every time I relaxed, it gaped open again slightly. What was I doing? I was about to be injected with viral cum from this viciously virile man. He was going to hand down to me his terminal disease like a gift, leaving it to remember him by whenever I dealt with a consequence of the sickness he was putting into me. Why wasn’t I trying to make a run for it? Why wasn’t I fighting to escape? Because he would never let me. He was too powerful and I was too weak. He too much of a man and me anything but. I was right not to run, this was what I was made to do, like it or not. Stroking his massive oozing cock with one hand, he held a medium sized butt plug in his other hand. Squeezing his shaft repeatedly, he coaxed out glob after glob of precum onto the plug. Finally, he released his grasp and smeared his fluid all over the butt plug. He began to position it at the entrance to my gaping canal when I begged, “Please please that precum could get me sick.” “Oh, you want me to put it in dry? I’ll wipe off my precum,” he retorted. I couldn't imagine having this thing shoved in dry. I bit my bottom lip and began to tremble, “Okay, just put it in.” I was weeping softly as he pushed my O-ring wide with the butt plug. After being rammed by the mammoth he called a dick, the butt plug wasn’t so bad. It was a little tough getting over the wide bottom, but once it popped in, it just kind of nestle in my ass and was kind of relaxing. He pushed against the bottom of it, hitting a trigger in me, sending a chill of pleasure through my body that made me moan. He worked the plug in and out of me a few times and then abruptly pulled it from my hole. “Here, hold onto this,” he said nonchalantly and put the butt plug into my mouth. My lips wrapped around the tiny connector between the base and the plug, making me look in the mirror like a very deviant toddler sucking on a very dirty pacifier. Without warning, I realized he was pushing beads into my ass … each bead got progressively larger and I felt like I was running out of room, but that was impossible. His cock was much larger than all of those beads put together. He managed to get the final bead into me, leaving me feeling significantly more bloated than anything thus far. With one motion, he pulled the beads completely out of me causing me to whimper, drooling over the slimy plug in my mouth, and spurting a wave of precum from my boy dick. Like a worker on a conveyor belt, trained to do the same job over and over, he very systematically reinserted all of the beads. He didn’t pull them out though. He had a twist in store for me, and he sat up on his knees and pushed his cock into me again. Granted it still hurt like hell, but I knew how to manipulate my ass better to aid in accommodating him. His entrance pushed the beads further into me, hitting all sorts of different places, and making him groan. “Oh fuck, that feels good. I wish your fucking cunt came with these beads in it all the time.” He slowly pumped away for just a couple of minutes before slipping out of me and then yanking the beads out like a ripcord on a lawn mower. I let out a yelp, the butt plug falling from my mouth, bouncing off one of my defined pecs and down my tight stomach into my pool of precum. “One last toy before I get back in there,” he informed me as he threw the beads aside, and stuck his hand back in the duffel bag. From the bag he revealed a monster of a dildo. A pitch-black latex faux cock about the same length as my tormentor, but significantly thicker and a hell of a lot more veiny. My eyes bugged out and he snorted, “That’s right, bitch, you’re gonna’ feel this one.” Being realistic, he reached under the coffee table and pulled out a little box from which he got some lube that he poured all over this colon wrecker. After coating it with the lube, he positioned it at my hole and looked into my eyes. “You keep looking straight at me while this goes in,” he said, and I did. My ass had been worked over enough that it opened up to try and take this rubber cock as thick as a soup can. I felt my cunt stretch and strain as the stud applied consistent pressure to the dildo, forcing it into my chute and pushing my pussy walls wide. I whined, grunted, and moaned but I held my legs in place the entire time like a good bottom boy. Finally, he hit my inner ring and my eyes pleaded with him. “Not this time, but next time, this dildo is going through, understand?” I nodded furiously, thankful for the reprieve. Instead he started fucking the dildo in and out of me, causing me to quiver and scream from getting my guts dragged back and forth by the lubed latex. He stopped suddenly, leaving it ¾ of the way in me. From the box, he brought a small bottle that he gave a few shakes and then unscrewed the tiny lid. He shoved the bottle under my nose and pushed his finger against the opposing nostril. “Sniff in deep,” he order. It smelled acrid and chemical. He did the same to the other nostril and I obediently sniffed more of the fumes. In seconds, my head was swimming, my face felt flush, and the dildo more easily maneuvered my tight fuck hole. He began fucking it into me again, and my ass felt like it needed it…in fact, it popped through my inner ring. It still hurt and made me scream but it was my cunt that had loosened enough to allow it. “Atta’ boy,” he said and pulled the entire thing from my ass, throwing it aside and plunging the real thing balls deep in my gut. I cried out in pain again even though my ass immediately began milking him and my body tingled all over. Within a moment, the bottle was back under my nose and I was taking 2, 3, 4 deep sniffs of the unknown chemical. Heat rushed back to my cheeks, dizziness found my head, and my ass relaxed around the invading rocket lodged in my shitter. I was looking into his steely green eyes, my mouth agape making all sorts of noises when the oversized dildo that was just in my ass was shoved into my mouth. He continued to fuck my cunt with his cock while he fucked my face with the fake one. Mercilessly, I was skull fucked my this black sex toy tainted with my ass juice while he drilled me with his toxic pecker. Every time I would gag on the dildo, my ass would clench, making him let out a guttural groan. Finally, he pulled the rubber phallus from my mouth, slapped my face with it, and threw it aside, leaning over me to focus on his final domination (at least I thought it was his final one). His body pressed against mine as he continued to hammer in me, balls slapping against my bruised ass. I knew what was coming. “Please, please don’t. I don’t want to get sick,” I begged. “Do you not realize by now that this is what you’re made for? What you’re good for?” he asked sincerely, but cruelly. “But I’m afraid. Please don’t infect me.” “You love me, don’t you?” he asked. It was such a strange question. “What?” I asked, confused. “If you tell me that you love me and make me believe it, I’ll pull out,” he offered. He continued to rail me, gutting me with his amazing cock, as I looked straight into his eyes and breathed truthfully, “I love you. I’m in love with you.” He held my gaze for a second and then snorted evilly, “I know you do, you stupid cunt. But you’re just a hole to me. And you’re definitely getting bred today. You’re gonna’ leave this house well trenched and drenched.” Oh my God, he had just played me. Forced me to allow myself to be emotionally vulnerable and then mocked me for it, and I was still going to be filled with HIV cum. And all I was to him was a hole. That kept repeating in my head, and suddenly, my puny boy dick was shooting ribbon after ribbon of cum over my torso. “See, boy? This is your destiny. Boy cunt for sale, and you love it. You know that I’m still fucking you until I’m done, I don’t care how much it hurts.” I guess that a lot of bottoms have trouble getting fucked after they cum. Not the case with me, as I would find out. He kept hammering away and my pussy relaxed even more now that I had cum, and the bull was able to rut even deeper. Just to humiliate me more, he scooped up my semen and shoved it in my mouth. My cum didn’t taste nearly as good as his precum and I pinched my face from the taste as he forced me to eat and swallow my own jizz. I refocused on the fact that he was about to poz me and I started to squirm again. “Stop it,” he slapped my face, but I continued to whimper and wiggle. “Stop it,” he slapped me harder. “This is going to set you free, boy. You can fulfill your purpose now as an indiscriminate cum dump. No worries, no load turned away. That’s your future. And I’m going to see to it that no poz guy gets turned away from this hot hole.” I knew I couldn’t get away, so I asked, “It’s not for sure, right? I mean, just ‘cause you cum in me, doesn’t mean I’ll get it for sure, right?” Through a smile, he answered me, stroking my hair, “That’s right, boy. But that just makes it all the more fun when I pay your father rack rate to try again. Hell, that must be, what? Twenty-five? Thirty bucks?” He howled with laughter and picked up the pace of his drilling. His arms wrapped around my body and he spit in my face as he slammed into my boy cunt harder and harder. My inner ring was constantly being torn open by his vicious thrusting. Suddenly, I realized that my legs were wrapped around his waist, pulling him into me. No matter what my head said, I couldn’t help it. My body responded to this man’s domination and my legs continued to pull him into me, my pussy walls gyrating around his baby maker, begging to have my insides doused with his hot, toxic seed. His flexing stomach slapping against my spent dick and 8-pack, he began moaning loudly, “Here it comes, here comes my toxic cum. Right in that fucking cum dump. Fuck yeah, cunt, TAKE MY JIZZ! TAKE IT! I’M GONNA’ FUCK IT INTO YOUR GUT, FAGGOT! I’M CHANGING YOU INTO A POZ WHORE!” We were both bucking and thrusting against each other, grunting and groaning. "NO! NO! PLEASE DON'T CUM IN ME!!" I screamed and begged. "YOU DON'T GET A CHOICE IN THIS! YOUR HOLE BELONGS TO ME RIGHT NOW! I GET TO CHOOSE WHAT GOES IN IT! AND I CHOOSE MY FUCKING AIDS BABIES!" "NOOOO! PLEASE!!!!!" I pleaded. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, CUNT! HERE COME MY SWIMMERS! ENJOY MY BUG!" he yelled out. The cock inside of me inflated slightly, making me take a sharp inhalation of breath, and it began to pulse against my torn and battered ass walls. Hot jolts began to fill me and I knew his poison was shooting out of that bulbous head and hitting my deepest insides. My boy dick spasmed and a tiny bit more cum shot an inch onto my stomach. His balls were still draining into my cum hole, soaking my vulnerable tissue and blood vessels, marinating with my ass juice. The stud collapsed on me with ragged breathing, still pushing and pulling his meat into and from my ass hole, fucking his DNA into my exposed fucked out cock sleeve. We lay there with only his hips moving, forcing his softening dick in and out of my drenched hole. My legs were still wrapped around his hips, clearly not wanting to have to move beyond this moment, not wanting to enter the next moment where I had to face the severity of the situation. After about ten minutes, his hips stopped moving and he sighed, “I have to piss.” His cock popped out of my ass and I yelped a bit. The man that has just potentially infected me with HIV got up casually and headed to the bathroom. I looked across at the mirror to see my legs bent and spread, my pink ass held wide enough to view my gaping pink hole that now had a slightly more purple appearance. A thick white liquid drooled from my sloppy cunt. My pink pucker clenched tightly, sucking it back in. I guess it was hungry for it. I couldn’t control it. “OK,” I said, but he chuckled and turned back, “OK? You’re coming with me.” Oh fuck! I wasn’t done. More to come…