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I spent the summer walking on eggshells around the apartment complex. Trying to avoid my neighbor. Occasionally I would see him but I would put more of an effort to walk on by. I kept thinking about how I was lured into fixing a sink but ended up fucked. I deliberately tried to keep as much distance as possible for the past couple months. Since Mr. Lewis was poz I had gotten tested recently and to my relief My results today say I was still negative. Despite his deposit, I manage to avoid catching what he had. So now I’ve been feeling less on edge. When I walked past his door this time I felt lighter so I didn’t mind that he stopped me to say hi. “Well hello there Tommy boy. How have things been with you? Haven’t seen much of you.” He was in his tank top and sweats as usual, notably no underwear since his bulge was poking through. Although since seeing it last time, it could just be big enough to make a prominent tent even with underwear. I still remember the pain it caused on its ‘accidental’ plunge in me. I tried not to stare. “I’ve been okay Sir. Just busy with studies and work. You know how it is.” Even if I wasn’t trying to avoid him, I have been rather preoccupied with school and work. So it wasn’t much of a fib. “Oh I’m sure you’ve been working hard. I’ve missed you.” He then pulled his cock out of his pants and twirled it in font of me. “I know this has missed you as well.“ I didn’t know how to respond to that. I blushed and was struggling for words. “Oh I’m just kidding. How is your ass? I’m sure it has recovered since the last time I fucked you dirty.“ And he said that with a normal speaking voice regardless of who may or may not have heard it. We were alone in the hallway but still. “It’s-It’s fine!” I nervously looked back and forth to make sure no one was around to hear that. At the end of the hall I saw a brief glimpse of the landlord exiting towards the staircase. I wasn’t sure if heard that or not. My embarrassment shot up. “Why don’t you come in? You can keep me company, and we can get comfortable.” He motioned to inside his place. The place where I was violated so easily. “No thanks. I’m going to head home and take care of some chores. Cleaning, laundry, that sort of stuff. It was nice seeing you.” I politely fibbed. I admit there was a small part of me that was curious to see what he had in store but that part of me was incredibly small and the vast majority of my rational brain was directing me to get out of there. I didn’t give him time to interject and made my way home. I took a moment to calm down from the encounter then pulled myself together and went about my day. I got to work on things that I have been neglecting, like cleaning and a few homework assignments that were past due but I could turn them in for at least partial credit. I started gathering up a few things to do laundry when I heard a knock on my door. It was Mr. Lewis, with a small bag of laundry. “Howdy there sunny boy. You mentioned you were doing laundry? Well I figured I’d come by and borrow your washer. Mine’s on the fritz again. I’ll probably have you come by and take a look eventually. You don’t mind.” He was cheerful and aloof, but said that as more of a statement then a question. As if we were already close friends. But like before I didn’t want to be rude so I let him in. “Uh, sure I was just about to put a load in.” I grabbed my pile and walked to the washer. Mr. Lewis fallowed with his and we started sorting. He was behind me with his bag while I was putting things in the machine. “I don’t have much, I can shove my load in with yours.” His hips pressed up against me as he was throwing some things in. I felt his hard on rubbing my butt. I started getting visions of the kitchen sink incident and the straddling he gave me. I moved aside, away from his boner and threw more clothes in. Mr. Lewis had some sweats, tanks, socks and underwear. His usual casual wear. When the last of our clothes went in, Mr. Lewis grabbed my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. “Woah! What are you doing?” “Might as well wash everything while you’re at it right?“ Mr. Lewis said while taking his tank top off. “Go on then, we’re both guys here, no need to be shy.“ I wasn’t very comfortable with the situation but it was laundry day and Mr. Lewis already was taking off his clothes, so I finished taking my pants all the way off and pulled my shirt off and added them to the washer. Mr. Lewis pulled down his underwear and his stiff cock sprang up, the forskin pealing back on its own as the head swelled up. It was an impressive piece of meat, and on any other circumstances I’d love to play with it. “There we go that’s better isn’t it?“ He tossed his clothes in the washer while getting behind me and pressing his hips up against me again. I felt his hard cock pressed between my cheeks. The tip of his cock was wet, it felt like he was dripping pre-cum already. “Ah! Sir careful! Thats very close.” I tried moving my ass away from his cock but he grabbed my hips and held me in place, then added some pressure against my hole. His pre leaking out and getting me slick down there as it pressed. It was trying to dig inside me again. “Mr. Lewis please you can’t.” Then all of a sudden Mr. Lewis held a dirty cloth in front of my nose and mouth, it stank a lot. “Now now boy. Just breathe in my old socks. You’ll be fine.“ I held my breath, my body was freezing up and I didn’t know what to do. Mr. Lewis sensing my hesitation and started getting impatient. “I said breathe!“ On that he emphasized by thrusting his hips forward, his fat cock tip plunging inside me. I jolted. His thick clock caused pain going in, and out of reflex I did as instructed. I gave the socks a big inhale. They smelled like dirty feet, like he wore them for a week. There was also another smell in there, a chemical smell. My head went dizzy and I got such a rush. I started feeling really good. The pain from his cock head in me went away and I relaxed my ass. His cock actually started feeling good and so did the rest of my body. For a moment I forgot about the danger and started wiggling my hips down onto Mr. Lewis’s cock. The sock over my face seemed to be making me sensitive, I could feel his cock inside me in better detail. The shape of the head, the foreskin sliding in my ring, his twitching shaft pulsing it’s way up in me. As my ass started swallowing it up more there was a sudden jerk. Mr. Lewis had yanked his cock away from me. “Good, now that we have the load packed in how about we sit down and relax. I could use a drink, how about you?” I felt a slime trailing from my ass down my leg. Mr. Lewis’s massive cock had a bead trailing down it’s tip. This man produces a lot of pre-cum. As he walked towards the kitchen I reached behind me and felt my ass. The tip of my finger got coated in his pre. I brought the finger up to my mouth and tasted it. It was salty and bitter. A much stronger flavor than mine, almost overwhelming. As the fuzziness in my head started to wear off I yanked my finger away and acted like nothing happened right before he was able to see what I was doing. What was I thinking? How could I have enjoyed what he did? I got to keep it together. This man has a sinister motive and he nearly accomplished it again just now. What the hell was coated in that sock? I need to be on my toes. “Where do you keep your glasses?” He was rumedging through my kitchen, practically making himself at home. I walked next to him and squatted down to the lower cabinet grabbing two glasses out. “Oh there they were.” He turned his body in my direction while I was still squatted down closing the cabinet door and his cock slapped me across the face, leaving some pre smeared on my cheek. Mr. Lewis only filled his up with tap water and carried both glasses over to the living room table. “Come sit, we have plenty of time while the clothes wash.” “L-let me just go get dressed.” “Come now, I’m sitting here naked. I don’t want to be the only one. Come sit.” He patted the spot on the couch next to him. I reluctantly obliged and sat down. His dick was down to a semi now, he was casually playing with his balls while he continued conversation. “You did a fine job on my sink Tommy. Thank you for the help.” “Yeah sure. It was my pleasure.“ “I’m sure it was. Especially for me screwing your hot tight ass. Thank you for that by the way it’s been a while since I was able to breed a young man such as you.“ He smiled as if he was recounting the time that he won a game or caught a large fish and felt proud of himself. “Yeah about that, I don’t think I can really do stuff like that.“ I tried to come off as gently as possible. “You know, the risks and all.“ “I already shot a massive load of poz cum in your ass last time. I don’t think you need to worry about risk anymore, he he.” “Well I got lucky and I’m still negative. I was tested recently. So I really shouldn’t be playing around like that.“ Mr. Lewis‘s face lit up. His cock sprang back up to full mast. As if he was happy to hear that news. “Oh really? Well then I guess you’re a lucky son of a gun! But I guess I did give you a pretty strong irrigation after words. Would have been unfortunate for you to catch the bug on the first date, ha ha ha.“ “Do you normally play like that? Without condoms?“ “Never used them in my life. I always fuck raw. Probably why I am positive to begin with. But I never minded that. It’s better to feel skin on skin, the feel of a cock pulsing as it floods your guts with sperm. Don’t you think?“ “Yeah that sounds hot in theory. But I don’t know, maybe with someone I trusted.“ “And you don’t trust me? Your good old granddaddy across the hall? he he.” Mr. Lewis patted my thigh as he chuckled. His fingers grazing my shaft as he rubbed my leg. “I’m just kidding, I know I am an old kinky [banned word]. Which is why I couldn’t help but piss inside of you last time. But how can you blame me? Not every day that I have access to such a handsome young man like you. I had to try as many kinks as I could.” That made me blush. No one‘s ever talked to me that way before. He was so experienced and unfiltered, that I just couldn’t keep up with his wildness. “I don’t really do kink. I never really gave it much thought. You were the first one to ever do something like that.“ “Do you mean I took your piss virginity? Oh lucky me! Glad I was able to soil your insides first. The thought of it is making me leak.“ I looked over to his cock and it was leaking. A drip of clear pre going down his shaft. “Say, do you know how to give a good foot massage? Why don’t you try with these.“ Mr. Lewis popped his feet in my lap as he asked that. Not giving me much time to answer. “I don’t really know how.“ I stared at his feet in my lap, my mouth agape at his request. They were meaty and thick, with a little bit of dirt on the bottom of them. They were a little big for such a short man, probably size 10 or 11. I have never given anyone a massage before, and this felt strangely intimate so I wasn’t sure what to do. I wanted to turn him down. “Oh it’s not that hard, they ain’t going to bite you. If anything you might bite them.“ Mr. Lewis raised a foot up to my face and shoved his toes in my mouth. It tasted strong, salty, and musky, almost like an exotic cheese. It was like when he shoved his dirty sock in my mouth but this taste was more intense. His toes were locating my tongue. I pushed his legs away and coughed a bit, trying to process what just happened this time. “There you’ve had a taste. Probably a lot better than my old sock right?“ “Right.“ damn, not what I meant to say. I just thought up of any answer automatically as I was getting over the shock of having this older man’s dirty toes in my mouth. “Figured you’d like that. You seem like you’d be a natural shrimper.” I wasn’t sure what that meant, I just nodded in agreement. Mr. Lewis sat upright and grabbed my arm and started pulling me off the couch. “Move over here in front of me. I’m not gonna hurt you. I just want you to rub on them. Just sit on the floor there in front of me. Will be easier that way.“ He positioned me so I was sitting on my knees on the floor while he sat on the couch. He lifted his foot and put it in my lap motioning me to start rubbing them. Out of fear of having him forcing me to suck on them again I started massaging it. Not really sure what to do, just pressing my thumbs into his soul and rubbing them in small circles. Mr. Lewis tilted his head back and sighed, seemingly enjoying himself. As I was rubbing one foot he raised his other and let it sit on my shoulder periodically caressing my cheek with his toes. The more I massaged his foot the more he was rubbing my face with his other, getting dangerously close to my mouth with his big toe. As I felt his toe reaching over and pressing against my lips, I finished up massaging the foot in hand and swapped it out for the one on my shoulder taking it away from my face. I rubbed this one in the same way for a moment. Mr. Lewis then took his foot I had finished massaging and was rubbing my thigh with it. His toes swirling in little circles, inching further up. I tried concentrating on the task at hand and ignoring it, but then he moved his foot over to my cock and started rubbing my shaft with his toes. “Mr. Lewis I-“ “Relax I’m just giving you a massage as well.“ He started rubbing his foot up and down my cock, and since it was receiving physical stimulation it was naturally getting hard. Mr. Lewis was very skilled with his foot work and it didn’t take long for me to get a full hard on. I wasn’t as big as him. I was only six and a half inches. It was getting difficult for me to concentrate on massaging his foot while the other was rubbing me down there. Mr. Lewis must have noticed this so he pushed his foot toward my face. “Lick the sole.” His foot had a strong smell but I was starting to get used to it. The rubbing on my cock was getting me horny so I wasn’t minding his foot in my face for some reason. I stuck out my tongue and started licking. Mr. Lewis started rubbing his foot in accordance with how I was licking him. “That’s a good boy, savor the taste. You’re gonna get addicted to the taste of my feet before long.” After licking at his foot for a while he took his foot out from my face and brought it down to my cock, he was now jacking my cock with both his feet. “There now, let granddaddy take care of you.“ He raised his other foot up to my face, “lick this one too, get it nice and sloppy, put some lube on it.“ I did as instructed and sucked on his other foot. It had the taste of my cock mixed in with the taste of his feet. It was more pleasant. Wait, it can’t be pleasant, what was I thinking? But I was getting more used to it, maybe too used to it. His feet were way more soft then I had imagined. Soft and plump and big. Once it was licked and slobbered on he brought it back down to my cock and started rubbing it again with both feet. It was an insane feeling. His juicy slick pads sliding up and down my shaft. I was surprisingly feeling like I was actually getting close. I couldn’t help but moan and stare at his work. His soles rubbing on my cock, his toes curling over the head. I would normally never be into this sort of thing, but I was being masturbated by the feet of a seasoned pro. “Mr. Lewis, you should stop. If you keep that up I’m gonna…“ I couldn’t say it, I couldn’t admit that this older man’s feet were going to make me cum. My hips started thrusting along with his feet pumping me. “Oh? Are you gonna cum on my feet? Look at you, you’re even fucking them like a horny foot slut. You dirty boy. You wouldn’t dare ejaculate from this? This is just a simple massage why do you have to make it perverted all of a sudden? He he.” He was loving this, he was loving torturing me like this. He wanted to see me subjugated like this, like a plaything beneath his feet, regardless of the pun. He started jacking me faster. I grabbed his feet and squeezed them tighter to my cock. This was so embarrassing but I really wanted to blow my load. I didn’t care if i was using a pair of dirty old troll feet as a flesh light. Well I guess they are not dirty anymore. Holy fuck I actually washed his feet with my mouth! I could still taste it. “Oh God, I think I’m gonna-“ Mr. Lewis stopped the foot job and stood up, he walked over to the table to grab a drink of water. I was left blue balled, desperately wanting his feet back. Shit really? His feet? No, that was dirty. This horniness is really screwing with my brain. “Wow you did a lovely job rubbing my feet boy. They were hurting today so I really needed that.” On one hand I should be relieved that he stopped stimulating me with his feet, on the other hand I was getting close and part of me really wanted to finish. I just continued sitting there on the floor with a throbbing hard on. Mr. Lewis walked over to me. “So do you think the laundry is done? I know it hasn’t been long but do you think we should check on it?“ I looked over to him and his hard on was staring me right in the face. Only an inch away from my nose. I looked up at him and he was looking down on me. “I don’t know…I didn’t hear it beep.“ I said, sexually frustrated yet trying to keep my composure. Mr. Lewis moved closer, the tip of his cock was now lightly touching the little divot under my nose. It had a strong scent to it. It was almost making me dizzy, I couldn’t help but breath in the smell of his dick. “Well we can go over there and check.” He suggested. As he looked towards the washing machine his cock slid across my upper lip. “Or we can go see if we missed any clothes in your bedroom.“ He looked over to my bedroom and his cock swung the other way slapping me across the cheek. A line of pre painting my face. “What do you think we should do?“ He was now slowly wiggling his hips back-and-forth. The tip of his cock sliding across my lips. I was keeping them closed but they were being coated in pre, like a thick layer of lip gloss. “Well do you think we should go check on the clothes?“ He was now holding still, his cock pressed firmly against my lips. I tried to nod my head in response. “Is that a yes?“ “Yes.“ As I open my mouth to respond Mr. Lewis slid the head of his cock in past my lips. He put his hands on my head, it’s taste was salty and I could feel his juice seeping down onto my tongue. “But first sunny boy, I need to take a piss. And you must be thirsty right?“ I was still as stone. I wasn’t sucking him, I was just holding it in there frozen in fear. Did he actually plan on pissing in my mouth? “How about this? Hold perfectly still and say nothing and I will let my lemonade flow into you, and you drink it up. Or if you don’t want to become my urinal today, start bobbing your head back-and-forth and suck me a little. The choice is yours.“ Were those really my options? Drink his piss or suck his cock? Couldn’t I just get out of the situation at all? I’ve never done anything like that. I don’t want to drink piss. Wouldn’t it taste really bad? How did I even let it get this far as to have him stick it in my mouth? I can’t believe it but I really wish we would have continued with the foot job. Sure it was humiliating but at least I didn’t have to drink, wait how long was I sitting there frozen? “Oh you nasty little boy. I guess that settles it. Hope you can take it. I piss a lot.” Mr. Lewis held onto his dick at the base with the tip in my mouth. A fist resting on his hip. Spread his legs, squatting a little. Getting into a comfortable position, arching his back slightly. “Give it a sec.” While the tip was twitching in my mouth I thought ‘Is he really going to piss in my mouth? Here in my living room?’ I was too sacred to move. I stared up at him almost mesmerized by how much this man looked like he was standing in a bathroom like this was a normal thing. He made a couple of deep breaths. Making mini flexes under his belly to squeeze his bladder, priming it for release. My lips closed themselves tight around his head so there would be no spillage. I was automatically trying to figure out the best way to accommodate the impending flow. “Ooof, here it comes……” He inhaled and held it for a second... losed his eyes and leaned his head back… Then his body relaxed as he let out a satisfying sigh… “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” The deer in the headlights mode wore off as I realized what the fuck was about to be shooting down his piss slit. I quickly started sucking on his cock head. Going back-and-forth and tilting my head a little. “Oh changed your mind have you? Oops, let’s see if It ain’t too late to change lanes.” Mr. Lewis started rocking his hips into my mouth, attempting to halt his flow. His cock tasted strong, as strong as his feet, but with a distinctive dick taste to it. I can pick up a little hint of my ass on it but the flavor here is all Mr. Lewis. After a quick second there was a sharp tart taste entering my mouth. His cock spilled a squirt of piss. I guess he couldn’t stop the small bit that was already on its way. I tried not to react to it and swallowed it as I kept sucking. Thankfully it was a small amount. Hopefully he didn’t notice. He had his hands on his hips as he looked down on me. He looked at me as if he was proud of me. Even though that this was my creepy neighbor from down the hall, a part of me was kind of enjoying sucking on such an impressively large cock. I tried to mentally block out who it was I was sucking, and tried to enjoy it. I reached up and started rubbing Mr. Lewis‘s ass. It was round, not flabby, but it was definitely the ass of an older man. He grabbed my hands and stuck them between his ass cheeks. I felt his hole, it was round and soft. He push two of my fingers up inside of him. It was wet and warm. His ass was clenching on my fingers. It gave a strange sucking sensation like his ass was pulling me in. I pulled away and I rest my hands on his feet, playing with them while I sucked. I tried going deeper on his cock but he held my head and only let me suck on the tip. Almost made me a little embarrassed, me trying to take more in the situation and him holding me back. Perhaps he just really wanted to control what we were doing. I probably sucked on his cock head for about 15 or 20 minutes when the washing machine beeped indicating it was done with it’s cycle. Mr. Lewis pulled me off his cock. “Looks like the laundry needs to be changed to the dryer.“ He noted. I used that moment to get up and walk over to the washing machine. “Yes we should get these clothes changed and dried.“ I was still incredibly horny but I was trying to regain my sanity and focus on the laundry in hopes that nothing more will happen of this. When I finished loading the dryer mr. Lewis approached behind me and grabbed my ass, rubbing my cheeks with one hand. “So not long now, do you know what we should do while we wait for the clothes to dry?“ Mr. Lewis reached over and put a glass in front of me on top of the dryer. It was filled to the brim with yellow liquid. His cock poking my ass again. “I think you need to drink this.” “What is that?“ Soon as I asked that Mr. Lewis placed his old sock over my face again. Immediately my head went buzzing and my senses overwhelmed with his foot sent. “That’s it. Breathe my popper soaked sock. I know you love it.” He pressed against me and his cock started parting my hole. Slowly it worked it’s way up in me. “Oooh fuck! Mr. Lewis, you can’t!“ Mr. Lewis slid his cock in and out, and wrapped his arms around my torso. His hips beginning to move with enthusiasm. It didn’t hurt this time. The sock was working it’s magic. “You asked what was in the glass, I filled it with my piss. You see, this is what’s going to happen. I am going to furiously fuck you now and while I fuck you, you are going to drink down that entire glass. If you finish the entire glass before I cum, I will pull out. If not then I will shoot my poz load deep inside of you.” His hips were thrusting fast now. “Do you really think you can get lucky a second time? These balls of mine are potent.” “Please, you can’t do this, I was sucking you off for so long.“ Mr. Lewis was drilling into me hard, his cock pulverizing my insides. It felt amazing but I was trying not to show it. I couldn’t deny his skills at drilling ass. “Then I suggest you start drinking, because at this rate I’m really not going to last.“ I grabbed the glass and I immediately started to drink. The taste wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be but I definitely didn’t like it. I was trying to swallow it as fast as I could but I had to stop and take breaths. Mr. Lewis was going to town and I was going crazy with how good it was. “Mmm! Fuck! Sir, please!” I wasn’t sure if that was a moan begging for him to stop or fuck harder. It was hard to see the line at this point. He kept slamming into me. His cock like a battering ram. In and out, slicking up my hungry hole. “Still half a glass left. Yeah im close!” He was starting to reach his finish line, his cock hard as rock. Balls slapping me. I brought the glass to my mouth and started chugging again. The humiliation of drinking this old guys piss up front, with the ecstasy of cock heaven unleashed in the back. It must have been quite the shocking sight. I had to stop again cause the villainous cock up in me was thrusting too much for me to concentrate on drinking. I set the glass down on the dryer attempting to regain composure, but the shaking from the dryer and Mr. Lewis’s fucking ended up knocking it over. Spilling the last mouthful. “Oh what are ya gunna do now Tommy boy? Here it comes! Looks like your stuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck!” “Oh please, I’ll don’t anything you want, I swear! Just please shoot outside!” “FUCK! DEAL!” Mr. Lewis pulled out his cock and simultaneously as his massive head exited with a moist pop, it’s first ribbon super soaked my hole and the other ribbons shot with impressive pressure all over my back. He shouted as he sprayed me, some even shot up in my hair. I laid bent over the dryer, my face sitting in Mr. Lewis’s piss from the glass, and his cum running down my face back and ass. It was over finally. I dodged another bullet. “I’m going to hold you too that Tommy boy.” He was out of breath. “Remember you said you’d do anything and I intend to cash that in.” He let his body rest on mine. His now semi hard cock kissing my cum covered hole. Streams of post cum still slowly flowing out of him like lavaI, gushing between the seems of his head and my hole. I had no energy to fight. If he pushed back in, even slightly, my ass would not give resistance. Hell, it felt like my hole might’ve been gaping and actively attempting to suck his monster back in. “First answer me this. Did you play with my sock after you went home with it the first time?” “Yes…” “Good boy, I’m gonna look forward to seeing sort of games we can play together. Grandpa has a lost to teach you.” Those words scared me. I might have had some idea of what he was planning but it couldn’t be worse than getting pozzed. Mr. Lewis clumsily motioned to get up and his cock head popped back in for a split second and as quickly dislodged. I heard the *slurp, pop* as he stepped away. His cock still dripping on the floor. He walked towards the front door. “Well this was fun. But I should leave you to it. I’ll drop by again, well… whenever I feel like it I guess, he he he.” I sorely followed him. “What about your cloths?” “Oh those? Keep ‘em here for me. There’s just a few of them. It’ll be good to have a change of them when I stay over” Mr. Lewis opened the door to leave completely nude. He passed a huge angry bear of a man standing right outside my door. A big 6’4 scruffy man with muscular arms and a beer belly. The landlord! “Oh don’t mind me. Just got my rocks off.” Mr. Lewis said as he walked to his apartment. But not before giving the landlord a playful slap on the ass. I was standing in the doorway nude. I was covered in piss and cum. I was staring at my landlord who looked annoyed. I felt a drop of cum fall from my hair and run down my cheek. “You were being too loud ya know?” He asked while scrutinizing me with his eyes. He wasn’t in a good mood but he never was. I was ashamed, I looked down at his feet, unable to look him in the eye. “I’m sorry. There was a miss understanding and-“ He reach his hand over and wiped the cum drop off my cheek. We both looked at it for a second. Then the landlord licked his finger clean. “Should have known he’d get to you too. We should talk.”

I was 21 and lived in an old rundown apartment complex, it had a lot of issues and the landlord wasn’t much help getting things fixed when anyone had an issue. It wasn’t the best place but it was cheap and the neighbors kept to themselves. Well, mostly. There was one neighbor a couple of units across the hall from mine, Mr. Lewis, who was chatty with me every time we passed eachother by. He was an older man in his mid-60s or so. Not in the best of shape, short, balding, round faced and pudgy belly. Always wore a tank top, sweat pants and old worn sandals. The type of guy you would typically see around a place like this. But he was nice enough, always offering to invite me in for some coffee or have a chat. I never took him up on the offer though, he had a bit of that old troll vibe and I had a feeling he had ulterior motives with his invitations. It’s not like I had anything against him, I just get nervous around guys who blatantly flirt with me, I tend to freeze up and ignore their advances. I was always shy like that. Mr. Lewis was no shrinking violet, he was always bold being flirty with me in the hall, casually rubbing his crotch and eyeing me up and down when we chatted. I of course wouldn’t pay much mind to it and keept our conversations brief and continued about our own business. I never considered letting his flirtatious behavior get any further than what it was, for one he wasn’t my type, and secondly one of his previous conversations he casually talked about the difficulties of him hooking up with guys on account of him being poz. I don’t mean to be a prude, but I try to play safe on the rare occasions that I do mess around with anyone at all. It’s been a while for me since I’ve been busy with my college studies. One warm day when I was getting back home from the gym I was particularly tired and sweaty head to toe. I had an intense cardio session and my legs were sore. It didn’t help that I was wearing my bad gym shorts with the broken string, I occasionally had to pull them up from sliding down. It was laundry day as well so I didn’t have any underwear available so I was just free balling it. When I was hobbling back down the hall to my apartment Mr. Lewis came out as I passed his door almost as if he heard me coming. ”Tommy my lad. Have a nice hard workout?” He chuckled while adjusting his underwear. He was wearing sandals a tank top and briefs, not the most appropriate attire for a conversation in the hallways so he stood in his doorway. “Yeah it was a cardio day for me, 10 miles on the treadmill, squats, the usual.” I replied casually, giving a friendly smile trying not to pay attention to the fact that Mr. Lewis was developing a semi hard erection. “It’s good that you take care of your young beautiful body, wish I had more of that commitment.“ He chuckled as he lifted his tank and patted his stomach. “Say, if you have a minute do you think you would like to come in for a bit?“ He smiled while patting his crotch bulge. “Oh, um, I’d like to but I need to shower and I have some stuff I need to take care of.” Even if I wasn’t uncomfortable with his flirtatious behavior it really wasn’t the best time for hanging out. I was a mess from the gym. “Oh well this won’t take too long, I actually need your help with something. My sink pipes seem to be acting weird, can’t seem to get good pressure out of it and there might be a leak underneath, the landlord couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it and figured a young capable man like you might take a look?“ I didn’t really feel like it but he lived alone in that apartment and I felt bad for always blowing off his invitations even though he is fairly brazen with the way he carries himself. Out of the typical social fear of coming off as rude I agreed to step inside for just a little bit. “Sure, I think I can give it a shot” “Wonderful!” He perked up and stepped aside inviting me in. His apartment didn’t have much, simple couch, table and chairs. Some dirty laundry left here or there and a faint smell in the air that might have been body odor perhaps? Maybe something a little tangier? Mr. Lewis guided the two of us towards his living room and we sat on the couch together while he made small talk. “You don’t have to check the sink just yet, sit with me boy, how have you been? Handling them hunky men at the gym all right? You have been walking fairly funny in the hall, ha ha ha.” There he goes again with that blatant attitude of his. “Oh, no it was just tiring for me. I’ve been fine, studying and just trying to keep my school work life balanced, I don’t have time for messing around.“ “Well now, that’s no good. Why at your age I was filling and getting filled by plenty of men at the gym saunas. Back in those days public hook ups were a lot more common, not like all the apps these days.“ he chuckled and patted my thigh as he emphasized his words. Leaving his hand on me long enough to make it awkward but not too for me to feel the need to pull away. “Oh that sounds like a wild time, I don’t think I could do stuff like that. I’m not that bold.“ I readjusted my sitting position and pulled out a dirty sock that I was sitting on. Mr. Lewis grabbed it and tossed it aside. “Pardon the mess, I tend to delay on laundry so these things wind up everywhere. That’s why you usually see me wearing these.” Mr. Lewis put his leg up and rested his foot in my lap showing off his sandals. He reached over and slipped it off showing it to me. The heel of his foot sliding down my leg getting dangerously close to my crotch. “These things are convenient when I need em. And they don’t smell as bad as the socks when you wear them for multiple days in a row, see for yourself“ He pointed the sandal in my face expecting me to take a test smell. I wasn’t willing to smell his dirty sandal and was a bit flabbergasted that he even suggested it but I didn’t want to show it on my face and be rude so i avoided inhaling and replied with any sort of casual dismissive statement that would satisfy him and pull it away. “Uh, yeah, it’s fine. I get it.” He didn’t put the sandal back on instead he put it on the floor and slipped his other sandal off and put both his feet in my lap, this time his right foot resting directly on top of my dick. Mr. Lewis continuing the conversation nonchalantly. “So sunny, how is your sex life? Do you have a boyfriend yet?” I was surprised with how casually he asked that, even more surprising he managed to slip his foot underneath my gym shirt and was rubbing my belly button with his toes. I could clearly see that he had a full-blown erection at this point and there was even a wet spot in the center where it look like he was pre-cuming. He reached in his underwear and started fondling his cock. Just as casually as one would if they were scratching their balls. “No I don’t have the time for that, I just focus on work and school.“ I said nervously, not sure how to respond to his foot action. At this point Mr. Lewis slipped a foot through the leg of my shorts and was rubbing my sweaty thigh, I was getting uneasy with his advances. I knew he was trying to instigate something and I was trying to look for an opportunity to change the subject. “Well you have time to come see me about my plumbing issue.” He said almost mockingly, his foot sliding up further and just as I could feel his toes starting to make contact with my shaft I took that as my opportunity to change the situation. “Oh yes the plumbing!” I got up off the couch and out of Mr. Lewis‘s grasp, trying not to give the situation much acknowledgment. “Yes I should go check out the sink of yours.“ I walked over to his kitchen area and I started fiddling with the handles staring at the sink pressure trying to clear my mind of that awkwardness and do what I came here to do so I could leave. The sink pressure was a little sporadic, but that seemed to be normal, or at least as normal as the same pressure I have had. The building was old and falling apart so I’m not surprised that his plumbing was similar to mine. So I went underneath the sink to check for any leaks. Mr. Lewis came to the kitchen and handed me some tools as I was on my knees bent over looking at the pipes. It was a tight fit so it wasn’t an easy space to work with. I wiggled myself out and asked for a flashlight and a crescent wrench to see if I can loosen or tighten some of the valves and see if that would work. As I looked over to Mr. Lewis, his underwear was off and he had a massive hard veiny and uncut cock pointed at me. “Whoa! Sir your underwear, uh what is-“ “No worries, it’s been hot and the AC doesn’t work so I figured I would slip out of those old things and get more comfortable. You don’t mind. I don’t have anything you haven’t seen before.” It was hot, at least I thought it was hot or maybe that was just the gym talking. Either way I tried not looking at it directly even though it looked to be about 8 or 9 inches long with a fat wide mushroom head. I Took the flashlight and wrench and went back under to focus on the task at hand. I was trying to be slow and gentle since the plumbing looked old and delicate. suddenly I felt something resting on my lower back as I felt Mr. Lewis straddling me. “What are-“ “Don’t mind me I’m just checking to see how the water pressure is doing while you’re down there, I know it’s a tight fit, but you are doing great down there.“ his cock was resting on my ass as he was playing with the sink his legs on either side of me. I said nothing, I didn’t know how to tell them off, and I wasn’t sure if he was really doing anything bad on purpose, he is fairly short after all so if he is checking the sink then naturally he would be standing fairly close. I kept adjusting the pipes below and being on my knees bent over under the sink was feeling awkward so I had to move around a bit, wiggling my hips and repositioning my knees. Unfortunately I was still covered in sweat from the gym and these were my bad shorts and they were starting to slip down, revealing my ass crack. As they slipped down a couple of inches Mr. Lewis’s shaft was now resting on my exposed bare ass. I couldn’t conveniently reach behind and pull them up again so I had to ask him to do it for me. “Um, can you pull my shorts back up for me? My string is broken.“ Mr. Lewis just grabbed my shorts and slipped them all the way down to my knees “You don’t need those, they are just going to distract you. Wow looks like you didn’t feel the need for underwear today either.“ As Mr. Lewis repositioned himself at the sink playing with the faucet again his hips reposition themselves and the tip of his cock was now pointing directly between my sweat covered cheeks, The wide head easily slipping between them due to my sweat and his very slimy cock and making contact with my whole. “Hey! Uh Sir? You’re penis is poking me..” At this point I realized his blatant flirting was starting to get out of hand. “Just a little poke is all. It’s bound to happen in such a small kitchen. Don’t worry about the pre either, your ass sweat is mixing in so I’m sure you can’t tell.” I didn’t like this. My hole was getting lubed up. Mr. Lewis’s fiddling with the sink was causing his hips to wiggle and massage my ass more. I had little room to move around and every time I moved my ass he prodded more forward. “Um it feels like you’re moving around too much. Are you sure you can’t readjust yourself?” “Oh no need to fuss about that, it’s just a little body contact in order to check the problem here, besides it hasn’t even slipped inside you. You’re a strong tight young man. My dirty old poz cock could easily thrust against you several times and your hole will stay closed, watch.” With that Mr. Lewis pulled his cock away from me, grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart, aimed his cock directly at my hole and slammed his hips forward into me, his bulbous cock head popping in past my sphincter with a squelching sound and the rest of his shaft burying deep into me with a loud slap as his hips smacked my ass, balls deep. “AAAGH! SHIT!“ I yelled, the pain of his sudden intrusion sending a shockwave throughout my body. Dropping the flashlight and wrench. The tight fit underneath the sink holding me in place unable to pull my ass away. “Oh, well how about that? It went in with one thrust. I guess I had too much lube on my cock when I was edging earlier. Oh well nothing to be done about it now. While I keep checking the sink how about you focus on the leak down there?” Mr. Lewis kept on playing with the sink above me as his cock was firmly lodged in my guts. His low sagging balls pressed against my taint. My insides were on fire as they were being stretched out by what it felt like a steel pipe. “Mr, Lewis! Please pull it out! You’re so big!“ I instinctively tried to move in the only direction that I could in order to remove myself from him but unfortunately the only way I could move was back toward him, causing my ass to thrust back into him causing his cock to slide in me even deeper. The shock making me wiggle my hips back-and-forth. “Now now, you don’t want to do that. Remember I was edging earlier meaning my balls are on a hair trigger. Move more and you’ll cause me to burst days worth of cum up into your ass raw.” He tried to say casually, noticeably hiding a tenseness to his voice as if he really was on the verge of cuming inside of me. “You can’t! It’s dangerous! You’re poz.“ “Then I suggest you hold still, oof, oh! Your ass is so tight and wet. I could go at any second. I- AAH! Ah!… ahh, that was close. I almost shot” I did my best to hold perfectly still with Mr. Lewis‘s cock balls deep inside me. I was focusing on trying to adjust the pipes and fix his leak, all the while I could feel every curve of his cock, the shape of his head flaring inside me, the bulging of the veins on his shaft. I could feel it all through my ass and every subtle twitch and throb was indicating that it really wanted to open the floodgates and unleash a torrent of dirty cum inside of me. I don’t know how I managed it but I managed to get the piping in working order, Mr. Lewis still nonchalantly playing with the sink above, his legs trembling with his large throbbing penis firmly drilled inside of me. “I think it’s done! You can pull out now!“ Mr. Lewis tested the water flow on his sink, which should have been the same since the piping below it just had a small leak and the water pressure was never really out of the ordinary. “What do you know? Everything seems to be in order. You manage well under pressure.” Mr. Lewis playfully gave a light slap on my ass as some sort of congratulations, but he didn’t pull out just yet. Instead he put both hands on my hips and slowly slid his cock out halfway stopped then slid it back in. He started picking up a pace, he was actually fucking me! “What are you doing? I thought you were going to pull out?“ “I will sunny boy. But first I need to thank you for fixing my plumbing. How about a big load of granddaddy’s cum inside your ass? I promise it will be huge.“ His thrusting continued, his assault on my ass pounding me with slap after a slap of his balls knocking into me. The thrusting admittedly started to feel good, stimulating my prostate. “Oh god! Are, are you undetectable?“ I asked, as some sort of bargaining with my own inhibitions. “Nope sorry. Oof, Oh! You’re gonna get a - oh fuck- hi viral load of poz cum.” His pace quickened. I was so overwhelmed by the sensations of a hard fucking that I couldn’t think. I tried to say something. “Don’t-“ “Ooh here it comes! Package is out for delivery!” He squeezed my cheeks and drilled fast and relentless. My head dizzy and cock drunk. “Oh fuck! OH FUCK! AAAGH!” Mr. Lewis slammed five hard times followed by a dozen lesser slams, each a pulsing jet of cum deep inside. I could feel it flowing in me. I could feel the satisfaction in his long exhale of relief. He stopped and slowly fucked in me for another minute, keeping his ball juice plowed up in my intestines then held still. My heart was racing. My ass aching. So many thoughts going through my head. Here I was just trying to be a good neighbor- wait what the fuck is that? Was he cuming again? Mr. Lewis let out a long sigh as he unloaded a massive load, filling me up even more. Too much more. “Mr. Lewis, what is” “Ahhh, just emptying my bladder boy. Your ass makes a fantastic toilet.” Fuck, he’s pissing in me!? The flow kept coming and my guts became bloated and hot. This old man was really more depraved then I could imagine. Soon he finished up and slowly pulled out. Pushing my cheeks together to keep all his fluids in me. I slowly crawled out and got up. My legs on fire, weak and wobbly. I pulled my shorts up that still sagged a bit. “Ah thanks for getting all my pluming sorted out Tommy. Now all that down there won’t leak out. We wouldn’t want that would we?” I didn’t know what to say. I just slowly walked to the door and picked up my gym bag. But before I could leave Mr. Lewis stopped me again. “Just a moment.” He walked over to the couch and came back. “Open your mouth.” Instead of waiting for me to comply he grabbed my jaw and opened it for me then with one of his dirty socks in hand, shoved it in my mouth. Then sent me on my way with a slap on my ass. “Don’t be a stranger, next time I may need a foot massage.” He winked at me and shut the door. I walked to my place and spit out his sock and threw it. I tried cleaning out and showering but I still felt dirty. I was still in shock of what happened. This dirty old man who had been cruising me for so long somehow managed to lure me into his place, fuck me, cum in me and piss in me. I sat on my couch and rubbed my head, trying to make sense of everything. I looked to the side and Mr. Lewis’s sock was on the arm rest. I picked it up to throw it away, but I looked at it for a moment. Then for some reason I decided to stuff it back in my mouth.

Chapter 13: The Explosion Sunday morning dawned bright and early, but the boys regained consciousness somewhat later, after what had undoubtedly been a tiring and emotionally intense day. It was Joey who slowly recovered consciousness first, becoming aware of a continuous dull roar of noise which had certainly not been there before. Then came sirens, and those woke him up all the way. He got out of bed and staggered slowly over to the window, parting the curtains slightly to look out. What he saw sent him racing back to the bed to shake Dean wide awake. “Whaa… wha the….” “Dean, get up now!” “Wha the big rush?” “I’m telling you, get out of bed and come over here!” Dean staggered over to the window in much the same fashion as Joey had done a few moments earlier. He looked out, shook his head, looked again. “Oh, shit.” North Clark Street outside the hotel was clogged from side to side by protesters. Signs and banners waved in the air. Voices shouted through megaphones. Police cars stood at the fringes of the crowd, the officers trying to force their way through towards the doors of the hotel. More police arrived as they were watching. They stepped back into the room, staring at each other. “Did we do that?” “I think we did.” “I wasn’t expecting anything like this.” “Dean, none of us were – but we probably should have been.” With that, Joey sent out a thought at large: Anyone else seen what’s out there? Dayna’s thought came in, with a forgivable edge of asperity. Finally, you’re here. We’ve been watching the show for the last hour or more, while we waited for you two and for Jaysen and Peter to clue in. Where are you all? Breakfast. Give us half an hour and we’ll join you. “Half an hour, princess? Seriously? You usually spend 3 times that pampering and primping every morning.” “Very funny, Dean. High speed today. Shower and dress on the run.” Half an hour later, they joined the other three in the restaurant. Jaysen and Peter arrived just moments after them. Wade spoke first. “Well, everyone, we are definitely in for a rough ride. I took some pics of the protesters, then cropped and blew them up. Check out the signs.” GAY CONSPIRACY STOP TEMPTING OUR CHILDREN SHIFTERS ARE Sarah Palin’S LEGION KILL ALL SHIFTING FAGS “Wow. Not much doubt about their feelings, is there?” Dayna dared a question. “Are you fellows scared?” Jaysen glanced at the others first, then replied. “This may seem scarier to you than it does to us because we’ve had this shit thrown at us all our lives. Sure, it’s scary – but it’s familiar turf.” “I was thinking just that when I said to Dean a while ago that if we didn’t foresee this, we certainly should have,” Joey put in. Jaysen went on. “And we have one huge advantage we didn’t have yesterday. Now that the whole world knows about us, there’s no need to keep cautioning ourselves not to use everything we have. Right?” Everyone took a second to absorb that, and then nodded agreement. It was a pretty big adjustment to make after anything up to nearly fifty years (in Deidra’s case) of hiding an essential part of your life, your very self, from the wider world. “A word of caution,” Joey put in. “We should maybe try to do a bit of simple experimenting before we make our move, because we have to plan on four of us moving three more who can’t move themselves around, plus bags.” “And in case anyone’s thinking about it,” Deidra went on, “I’ve never moved more than two people at the same time – yesterday – and certainly not with additional personal belongings.” “Okay, then,” Dayna said, “after we finish breakfast and I’ve gotten as much coffee as I want – and that will take a while -- we’ll go back to our rooms and try things out to see how it works.” An hour later, packed and rehearsed, they were ready to leave for the airport. After checking out on the hotel’s app, they came downstairs and moved through the lobby towards the front door. The doorman moved to intercept them, plainly unwilling to unlock and open the entrance with the crowd still outside. Just then a voice beyond the door screamed, “Here come those fucking faggot assholes now!” The crowd surged towards the door. Each of the seven got a firm hand on the baggage. Wade grasped Dayna. Peter held Jaysen. Dean held Deidra, and Joey hung onto the extra bag with all the family tree information in it. The seven of them vanished…. …and promptly materialized in the living room of Dayna’s apartment in San Diego, where the sun was just tipping over the horizon. There, they sat down and started studying the news apps on their phones. They’d hardly underestimated the danger they faced. There had been screaming crowds at both Chicago airports, and also at San Diego airport. Jaysen got a text message from a friend to tell him that his condo building, and the country club, were also besieged. The news apps were showing footage from various cities which indicated that the signs they’d seen in Chicago had been some of the milder ones. A prominent political leader described the shifters as a “gay plague” that was going to take down the country, and angrily accused the president of being “soft on shifters.” His slogan was quickly picked up, repeated, and amplified by opposition leaders in a number of countries. Online preachers in various religions exhorted their followers to murder these satanic interlopers as quickly as possible, calling it a holy crusade to purify the world. Even the normally laconic Wade was stunned by the scorching, acidic outpouring of hate and venom directed at them, and at the larger gay community. Before the day was out, several noted gay clubs were firebombed or otherwise attacked, resulting in seventy deaths. Two gays-only guest houses in Fort Lauderdale were torched. So was a gay-friendly hotel in Bangkok. More violence followed in the next few days, as the torrent of invective kept rising higher and higher. Official spokespeople of all sorts were unable to account for the vehemence and violence of the reaction. Even the representatives of various churches, synagogues, temples, and mosques gave statements, explaining that the angry behaviour and ferocious invective of their respective spiritual leaders was totally unexpected and uncharacteristic. Then, on Thursday morning, the seven suddenly received a panicky thought from Deidra – the only one of them who lived alone. They’re here! In my apartment!!! Dean immediately fired back. Where are you? In the bathroom. The door’s locked but they’re breaking it down! Coming, Mom! Dean blinked, grabbed Deidra, and blinked again just as the door gave way. Safely back in his home, he kept holding his terrified mother as she burst into hysterical tears, giving way to her terror. Dean and Joey both did their best to comfort and reassure her, but their efforts to calm her were less than effective as they were feeling far from serene themselves. As she was struggling to regain control, she had managed to sob out the words “…red…light…,” but neither Joey nor Dean picked up on it at that point. That night the first demonstrators appeared outside their home in Carlsbad. They wasted no time, packing up and getting ready to move as the crowd grew and the chanting swiftly got uglier. Dean couldn’t help feeling frustrated. They’d had that one brief afternoon of joy and freedom, one shining moment of openly being who they were in full, and now all of them, all the descendants of Nora Ludlow, were on the run and hiding out. He had no doubt that all the descendants of the other six originals were diving under cover as fast as they could go too. The sheer overpowering insanity of the reaction was eating away at all of them, reducing them to the instinctive flight-or-fight responses of hunted animals. On Friday morning, the crowd began pushing towards the house, throwing rocks and shoving aside the police who’d been sent to maintain order. Peering out between the curtains of an upstairs window which now held only jagged fragments of glass, Dean saw at least a dozen flashing red lights through the clothes of various members of the crowd. He ran back downstairs. “The emissaries are here! Time to move!” As they were gathering their things, a dull explosion blew in the door and the mob swarmed in. Three of the leaders had the red lights seen through their clothes, and those three made a beeline for Dean, Joey, and Deidra. The three of them grasped each other and vanished. But not soon enough. As soon as they landed in Dayna’s apartment and released each other, Joey flopped onto the sofa. “He got me.” Dean’s blood ran chill at those words. “Who, Joey?” “One of the emissaries. He managed to grab my arm just as we were disappearing. Good thing you were holding both of us.” Dean felt his eyes getting wet. “Joey, Can you move… you know, shift yourself?” Joey closed his eyes for a minute, and then opened them with a sad smile. “Only by standing up and walking.” “NOOOOO!!!!” Dean flung himself, sobbing, into Joey’s arms, holding him close, kissing him, desperately hoping that maybe it wasn’t too late, that maybe…. “Come on, Joey. We’re in this together, just like we always have been – just like we’ve always loved each other. I’m not giving up! You have to try, Joey. You have to try. Please, Joey, please don’t give in to the haters!” He held Joey closer, harder, hugging him fiercely. Suddenly, Joey laughed. “Dean, don’t crack my ribs – please!” With that, he vanished, and reappeared a split second later. Dean stared for a second – and then got angry. “Joey, that was NOT FUNNY!” Joey hugged Dean, gently, and said, “Dean, I wasn’t joking. That emissary touched me, and I lost the power to shift. And then I felt it flowing back into me.” Deidra looked puzzled. “But didn’t the voice tell us that it couldn’t be reversed?” “That’s what I thought.” “Actually,” Joey said slowly, “I think the voice said that they couldn’t reverse it. But apparently we can.” Dean thought for a moment. “Maybe the emissary didn’t get a big enough or long enough grip to really kill it off, because he only had a split second of contact before we vanished.” But Deidra said, “No, Dean. That’s not what Joey is telling you. Joey’s power was as dead as a doornail until you began hugging and kissing him. Remember what Joey said: ‘I felt it flowing back into me.’ The love between you two is a sight to behold. It’s rare and uncommon, and now I think we’ve seen that it’s also powerful.” While they were puzzling over that, and Dean was busily kissing Joey again, out of sheer relief, Dayna – who was studying her phone – suddenly whistled in surprise, and said, “Hey, everyone, listen to this,” as she cranked up the volume. “…a number of the crowd invaded the house, and then the entire mob fell silent and began to disperse, for no apparent reason. Carlsbad Police and other observers were at an absolute loss to explain this sudden ending of the mob attack on the home.” Dean smiled grimly. We’re not at a loss. We can see now exactly what happened. The mob was inflamed and agitated by the emissaries. There were at least a dozen of them outside the house when I looked outside. Once they’d broken in and missed their chance to catch us, that mob served no further purpose for them. Immediately, Deidra confirmed it. There was a red light in the group that broke into my place. Now other voices, which they didn’t recognize, began flooding in. That’s right. There were plenty of those little red lights in the mob at O’Hare. I saw some of them outside the Riverview Grande. Red lights in the crowd outside Parliament in London. We saw them in Singapore. So this whole international hysteria is being stirred up by the enemy evil intelligence. Then, recognizably, Jaysen’s voice: They can’t stir it up without anything to work on. We all know that the seeds of this kind of hysteria have lain in humanity for centuries, for millennia. It never takes too much to set them going. But this absolute insanity is far beyond anything else in history. And then, suddenly, so suddenly that it caught them all unawares, the room around them vanished and they were standing in a bare, white space, full of light. And the voice addressed them. Now you have understood it all. The experiment is concluded. A few minutes later, out in the wider world, every television, computer, tablet, and mobile phone screen went black while the following message scrolled up from the bottom, three times in all: YOU HAVE SURRENDERED YOUR FREE WILL TO EVIL FOR THE LAST TIME. YOU HAVE LOST YOUR FINAL CHANCE TO BREAK THE CYCLE OF HATE. NOW YOU WILL LIVE WITH YOUR PETTY HATREDS FOREVER. THE EXPERIMENT IS CONCLUDED. Epilogue: Ten Years Later Dean and Joey strolled calmly, happily, along the streets of the city in the brilliant sunshine. It never ceased amazing them to look around, seeing all the beautiful buildings, trees, lakes, and gardens, and to realize that none of it was any more than a decade old. When they’d first arrived, there’d been nothing to see. But as their minds got to work on it, along with the ten thousand others, and with the considerable help of the owners of the voice, the city had quickly come into being. Everything was spacious, everything was new and lovely, and it was the most peaceful city they’d ever seen. There was, after all, no need for vehicles. Upon arrival, all of the ten thousand had received all of the shifting powers which they hadn’t previously owned, as well as the full power of mental communication. Now, travelling anywhere was done, quite literally, in the blink of an eye. Peacefulness was a natural condition for other reasons too. Problems, which were rare, were sorted out faster than it takes to tell it, since their shared thought processes and shared experiences gave all of the population of the city a wonderful basis for unanimity of outlook and community of caring. Some of the immigrants’ habits had caused a certain degree of puzzlement. The Tarkhulians had stared in blank astonishment at such activities as Dean, Jaysen, Joey, and Peter grinding out laps in the large swimming pool, really a sizable natural lake with a side area equipped with lane lines. This was not an activity the Tarkhulians had ever undertaken themselves, but some of them quickly found it to their liking. On the other hand, since Tarkhulians reproduced by subdividing, they found the romantic and sexual habits of the newcomers both baffling and amusing. However, they did share the natural bent towards compassion with their new neighbours, so they politely concealed their bafflement and amusement. It would never have stopped any of the six younger members of the group from expressing their feelings for each other in the natural, human way. Dean in particular was humbled by the love of his Joey. When he thought how nearly he’d come to losing Joey, he knew that he would never have been able to leave him behind and would have abandoned this Utopian future to stay on Earth with Joey, if it had come to that. None of the thousands of incomers had ever forgotten that day of decision when they had suddenly found themselves all standing in that bare, white space, filled with light, while the voice explained to them that they had been removed temporarily, for their own safety, from normal space and time – and that the experiment was being concluded because the population of Earth was not ready to abandon its inherent tribalism and factionalism in favour of embracing truly the ideals of community. The voice had gone on to offer them a choice, of your own free will, of course, to either remain on Earth for good or to make the great leap forward into the next stage of being, in which case they would be removed to a new home. Those who chose to stay behind would lose their shifting powers. Tarkhuli is a planet of similar size, orbiting a similar sun, with near-identical gravity and a comparable atmosphere. The inhabitants are similar to you in many ways, and both compassionate and friendly, so you need have no fear of them. They have already advanced to the next stage successfully. We can help you in every way to adapt to this new environment, and to rebuild as much of your lives as you desire in a more welcoming society. You will never have to fear the emissaries again as they have no power to intervene in worlds where the next state of development has already been achieved. We can also assure you that, should you choose to reach this stage, one and all of you will be part of us already, and you will be earmarked to become more fully a part of us when your natural physical lifespan draws to its close. This will also hold true for your children, and for their descendants. There is no falling back from this advancement. Armed with that reassurance, the vast majority of Nora’s descendants, and the descendants of the other six originals, hadn’t hesitated for a second. The ones who stayed behind, predictably, were the few like Jaysen’s father and sisters who had used their abilities in malicious ways to increase their own sense of power. Those who were ready to make the transition could now see, more clearly than ever before, the futility and absurdity of thinking that their pathetic little attempts at manipulation of their fellows constituted any sort of true power at all. Freed from the stresses of life on Earth, not least from its assorted diseases and biting critters, the descendants of the seven originals found that life on Tarkhuli was altogether easier, smoother, more healthful, and more fulfilling. The incomers, freed from the need to earn a living, were able to devote themselves to whatever activities or interests they found most interesting or absorbing. The Seven from San Diego, as they still thought of themselves, had all remained close, a family still, even in their totally changed circumstances. Indeed, they’d planned and created a house in which there was adequate space for all of them to have their own private areas, but also a large common space where they could come together. That big common room saw some noisy celebrations at the birth of Dayna’s and Wade’s twin daughters, Nora and Nina. While all of the seven were enthralled by the new arrivals in the family, Deidra always claimed the lion’s share of cuddling time as their grandmother. The love between Dean and Joey, in all its intensity, continued to amaze their fellow migrants. It was the voice, though, which got in the last word on that subject. Although we are very powerful, we are certainly not all-powerful or all-knowing. When Dean pulled Joey back from the loss of his experimental powers, we became aware of their love as a force that was strong enough to upset all the rules as we then thought them to be. Even with our eons-old communal intelligence, we are constantly reminded of the most essential knowledge of all: that there are always new lessons to be learned.

Most days. I started because I thought it might make me more fuckable, but now I just do it for me.

I just got done taking two guys. I have Mondays off so that seems to be when I get the loads I need for the week One latin guy who breeds me monthly, and a new guy I got from Grindr. Both fucked me raw, and both wanted me to swallow. It was great! Both 7.5 cocks thick. New guy had a piercing in his head. Was hot and different. I usually get 20+ loads a month. First time posting in this topic. I'll start recording them here.

I feel like most cum dumps I meet are either poz, trying to be poz, or like to parTy. Nothing wrong with this but are there any guys out there who like to take anon loads from strangers at bath houses but want to remain neg? I am on prep and don’t do drugs other than poppers and 420. I don’t wanna be pozzed but I also love letting big belly daddies and strangers breed me. I go to the bath house once a month and I take anon cock with a blind fold on and let a couple people breed me. Anyone else feel the same? Not seeing many guys who are like me. I would love to hear from you.

You... We met late in the night a few years back. You messaged me on grindr, a blank profile, looking for something. I know when a guy messages me, a profile with no picture and profile, that they are desperate. Horny. Craving for something that can't find in someone they know. Too much shame. You messaged me with a simple, "Hey... looking?" The conversation started out innocently enough, but I pushed your boundaries. Your profile, also blank with just an age. 27. You send a picture and I notice that you look familiar. I realize you have a more open profile with a photo and that I follow you on Instagram, where you pretend to be anything but what you are. A slut. On this profile, you are no one. I can tell. I tell you I am looking to fuck a bottom. You are less than a 5 minute drive away, but it is 3 am. I don't want to waste time just to ghosted. I push again. "What is your address? Into anon?" Maybe that was too far. You don't respond for a while. I start chatting with other guys, but it is late and this isn't a big town. There are only so many options. I am stroking my cock, soaked with precum, thinking about planting it in a hot hole. I usually like to breed, but sometimes bottoms are too demanding and expect it to be safe. I respect that, but I want more. I am guessing you do too, because you respond a few minutes later. You send me a location pin and a picture of you ass up in a jockstrap, with nice furry and full asscheeks. My cock bounces. You are in a decent area in a nice little cul-de-sac of townhouses. You tell me you are on the bottom floor of the town house, in the bedroom right off the main entrance. You tell me you are nervous but horny. You watch a lot of anon porn, but you worry. Then you mention you are stoned and hitting poppers. "I can be there in 5 minutes. You ready?" No response. Im so hard, so horny. I really need to cum. There are a couple of other guys I am chatting with. One, a guy I fucked before, but it is getting late and he can't host. Another, a top. A guy from out of town who is up before heading out for a flight. But I am also a top. I tell him I am chatting with you, joking about how hot it would be to tag team you, we could both fill you up. I figure I should shoot my shot and see what happens. "Im headed towards you." I hop in my car and head over to that area. When I arrive I pull up your Instagram profile. You are a handsome guy. Everything about your on your other grindr profile and social media profiles shows you as an innocent, even vanilla guy. Your pictures and posts are all positive things. Raising money for a charity, sharing important news about another issue in the local community, and other content that suggests your virtues and values are strong, positive, and just. Such a good boy. You do so much community work, so many positive things. I wonder, do people know you are up at 3am, craving anonymous dick from strangers while you sniff poppers and smoke weed? I doubt it. Your shame holds you back but invites me in. Maybe this is just another form of service for you. "Im on your street." I don't know which house you are in, but I figure if I end up even closer and on your street you will have to say yes. It doesn't take me long until I am on your street. A quiet little street. I get a message. It is from the other top. He agrees, tag teaming would be hot. I send him the pictures you sent me, and a location pin. "Im on his street, waiting for him to invite me in." You are not aware of the scenario I am dreaming up for you. Maybe you do. Maybe this is your dream. He sends me a pic of his cock. Uncut, long, big swooping mushroom head. I don't bottom, but I see the appeal. I'd love to watch it disappear into your little good boy hole. You message. "Fuck. Okay. You play safe? Im really nervous." I don't want to play safe. I want to breed your hole. I want to fill you up as you contract your hole around my cock as it creams you deep. Just thinking about it makes me ooze. "I didnt bring any condoms. Prefer to fuck raw." You take a few moments to respond, meanwhile, the other top responds. "I gotta head out to catch a flight soon. I could swing by if you want, we could fuck him together." I am intrigued. But I am not even invited in. I decide to get pushy. Test your limits, for the first time, but not the last. "Look, I am not into playing games. You wanna get used or not? Im in a car with a dripping hard on and I am going to have to get off soon. I can fuck you, it can be quick. I am safe and I get tested, but I don't have condoms on me. You want me to fuck you or not? I can be in there in 1 minute. Im outside in the green Jetta." I figure this is it. He either wants it or he doesn't. But I suspect he wants it. I suspect he wants more than he knows. I message the other top. "If he doesn't want to fuck, we could meet up and jerk off outside together?" He agrees and he is dressed and ready to leave. I tell him to meet me on the street and we can decide what do after that, but then you message. "Okay. Im face down and ass up. You have to be quiet and quick. Come in and fuck me, and leave. Im in number 13. Cool?" You, the good boy, are about to get raw dogged by a total stranger. Maybe two? I reply, "Cool. Get ready." I tuck my hard dick into the waistband of my sweats. It is 7 inches and uncut. I have not trimmed in ages and honestly, I am not the fittest or most attractive guy, but it is my dick and my load that matters to you. You want that. Not me. I message the other top. "I am going to fuck him. He is in number 13. When I am done fucking him Ill message you and let you know if he is into it." The other top likes this. "Fill that fag up". I will. I will fill you, the fag. The slut. The goodboy who has a dirty little secret. I enter the house and see the door slightly ajar to a room off the main hall way. I walk in and there you are. Ass up and face down. As the door creaks open, I hear you moan, followed by deep inhalations of poppers. Your ass is caught in the little bit of light available in the dark room. You are thick, thick and a faggot. I drop my clothes and climb on the bed. I place a hand and roughly push on top of your back as I straddle you. I want you to know I am in charge. "You want this?" You whimper. There is no hope for you. I slap my dick against your hole. I dont see condoms or lube, just your hole and my wet dick. Globs of precum oozing out of the slit. I rub it up and down your crack, teasing your hole. Preparing it for what it wants. Im so charged up I feel like I could cum at any moment. I spit a huge wad down your crack, rub it in with my dick. You didnt get fingered, you don't have any lube, and I am about to slide into you whether you are ready or not. Something tells me you have never been more ready. I start to ease in. I feel zero resistance. Just warmth and pleasure. I moan and you hit the poppers. I start to notice your movements. I suspect you are more than just stoned and poppered up, maybe more shame and secrets, but right now all I care about is getting off and maybe getting you tag teamed. I feel my phone vibrate. I put some weight behind my push and I slip more inside you, not all the way, but enough to start finding some rhythm. You keep hitting those poppers. "Yeah fag." I ease those words out, breathy and slow. This seems to ignite something in you. Perhaps it triggers that delicious shame you feel. That dirty side of you that you are so afraid to let out. It is dark and a strangers dick is easing its way inside you and you are stoned and getting high off fumes. You have no fucking choice but to be exactly who you are. This little faggy slut who is going to get my load. You want it. The other top is on the street. I snap a dark blurry pic of my dick in your hole. You dont even notice, but I send it to the top. Time to push more limits. I start moving in and out a bit more, building up rhythm and power. I feel the pull of your insides as they drag along my dick as I pull out and push in. I bottom out on each thrust and feel your round ass cushioning my hips. My balls slap your taint. This feels electric and I can tell you like it too. You have been huffing poppers since I have arrived. Push those limits. "Fuck dude, this is hot. You take a lot of dick?" Whimpers and moans. No clear responses. Hearing you moan like a pathetic little bitch makes me feel primal. I want to destroy you. You want it too. I know it. "You are such a faggot. You like this?" I hear you groan out a slow and low, "yeah". "Yeah? you like that? You love dick dont you fag?" You are muttering, not totally coherent. The poppers have you flying. "You got anyone else lined up?" The directness seems to startle you a bit. You tense up a bit and just you do, I give you two big slams with my cock and body. You whimper again. Tension disappears. You plead. "No, just you. Fuck." Push those limits. "Yeh? You ever get tag teamed? I wanna watch you take a dick" You tense up again. I feel my phone vibrate. I slam into you again, but this time lay my body on top of yours and put my mouth next to your ear as I start to plow away. I wrap my arms around you as my dick fills you up, takes away your control, and I own you. "Fuck yeh fag. You love that don't you. Being a whore for strangers. Yeh, you like that?" You can't breathe much. I have you wrapped so tightly. "Keep hitting those poppers faggot. I know you want this. You are going to take my dick and my load, I am going to fill you up. Is that what you want?" I know it is working. I have seen sluts like you many times, taking my dick, the dick of others, hungry for it and just needing the permission to let go. Let me give you permission. I am sliding in and out when I feel the phone vibrate again. I sit up a bit, planting my dick deep in your hole, all the way, with force, causing you to pull away. I am causing you some discomfort, but I pull you back. You are not in control. I am. "Keep poppering up. Come on. Gooooood boy." You like it when I call you good boy. I can tell. Your ass loosens just at the words alone. "You gonna be a good boy for me? Do what I say? Do anything I ask?" Whimpers. Moans. It is almost pathetically predictable. You only exist for me in this moment. "I have another top nearby. He wants to fuck you too. Im gonna invite him over and he will fuck you when I am done. Ill line it up for you." You have let go. You have not said yes, you have not said no. You just let me drive it into you. "He is on his way over. Last chance dude." You try to get some words out, but I keep laying my pipe down hard. My thrusts disrupt your speaking. "I... (thrust)... I don't... (thrust)... fuck... I can't (thrust)" I don't let up. Push those limits. "You do what I want. You take this cock. You love it dont you? Im close, but you wont be finished. You need more. Hit those poppers fag. Goodboy. Daddy's little slut." You do as you are told. You hit those poppers. Your limits are blown. You are going to get fucked. I message the guy on the street. "Come in. I am almost done. His hole is ready for you." Minutes later I hear the door open. I think you do too. You hit the poppers harder and harder. You are trying to inhale away the shame, the lust, and the desire. I am thrusting it back into you. The room is dark and I can only just make out the other top as he comes in. When he comes into view he is already half naked, with a hard cock sticking out from under a polo shirt. A daddy on business. Hot. He lines his dick up with your mouth and grabs your hair and shoves it in. You just take it. The sight is almost too much. I start to pick up the rhythm and move closer, laying on top of you again. I am right next to your head as you get facefucked by this other stranger. I know nothing about him, you know even less. I pick up speed and drive deeper. You are being shoved back and forth with my movement. My thrusts are pushing you forward, impaling you on this strangers cock. I whisper in your ear. "I am going to breed you now boy, then he is going to breed you. You are going to get filled up with cum from strangers. You are such a faggot." I keep whispering. Telling you what you already know turns me on. It drives me wild. You know these truths, but saying them outloud, in this room drenched in desire and pathetic attempts and hiding your true nature, I am seeing who you really are. Nothing but someone to please other people. Maybe that is what is true across these two identities. You just exist to be here for others, including me. This cock. Inside you. Coating your asshole in precum, lubing you up for the next guy. My whispers light up the shame inside you. You seem ravenous. You want to be ravished, consumed. Now you just grunt as you drool around his cock and take mine. Im so close. I have not cum in days. Your hole and this scene, your desperation, they take me to the edge. I tighten my grip around you, one arm around your neck, the other pulling your hips and ass closer into me. You can't escape, you need to feel all of me in and outside of you. You start to try and speak, but both cocks, mine and his, make it hard. "Plleee.... ohhh... plea... fuck... oh fuck... plea" I worry you are getting second thoughts. This angle has prevented you from taking poppers. I keep fucking deep. Just as I do, the other top grabs your poppers, takes a hit, and then puts them under your nose, you have no choice but to breath. My arm and his cock have you trapped. You take deep hits. "Unnhh, unnnhhh, unnnhhhh" You become nothing. Just a hole. I lose control. "Fuck (thrust) here it (thrust) comes (thrust)" I spasm. Pumping deep for a few pushes, then I sit there as I spasm, deep inside your hole. I feel you tightening around my cock. You are going completely limp as I fill you up. The other top has a hold on your poppers and your jaw. I feel like my entire being enters you and finds it way deep inside. I keep pulsing, shooting, offering up my body to your shame. I sit there for a few moments when I feel the other top tap my shoulder as I shudder out a few more drops into your ass. "My turn" he says. His turn to own you. Are you ready? You are gooned out of your mind. He pulls out of your mouth and all you can do is drool and leave your tongue hanging. I slide out, stumble back away from the bed slightly. The other top moves around. You start to push up a bit, out of it, but trying to regain some control. He doesn't let you. Before you can re-adjust, he is in you. You are ready. I have made you ready. I stand there and watch while my dick drips long strings of jizz onto the carpeted floor behind your bed. I feel my phone vibrate as I watch the other top slide his dick inside you, making your head board rattle against the wall. My head is light while I witness your fists grip the pillows and sheets. If you thought I was rough, you might be longing for my tenderness now. He is abusing you. What a good boy. ----- maybe to be continued

It had been a while since I last played so when I woke up feeling horny I did some internal cleansing in the hope that I would get lucky and got on Grindr. It wasn't long before I saw someone that I didn't recognize and browsing through his profile I found an interest. While there wasn't a lot listed, his picture and stats were attractive as well as his tags, which included bondage, kink, roleplay, rough and more notably poz. His status was also listed as poz, undetectable which I found appealing, because while I had often fantasized about poz play, I really didn't want to become poz. I struck up a conversation and found that he was from New York and had recently bought a home here and was in the process of moving. Most of his furniture and items had been delivered several weeks earlier but his final move was then delayed and he had just arrived the night before with the last of his things. With the weather supposed to get nasty in the afternoon, he said that he would like to chat more but needed to get unloaded before it got messy. I made a comment that I would be glad to help if he wanted any and he said he appreciated the offer but didn't want to impose. I told him I would enjoy doing so and it wouldn't impose at all and to my surprise he said that he'd appreciate the help and I soon found myself on my way there. I'm not really sure what I was expecting, particularly since our chat was relatively short and I knew so little about him, but our conversation had seemed warm and even though we didn't get into a lot of detail, I felt a certain degree of attraction toward him. We weren't a far distance from each other and during the short drive I realized that I started out the day looking for someone to hook up with, but instead I was on my way to help someone move. The thought then crossed my mind of the possibility that it could end up being a mix of both but other than cleansing myself earlier, I didn't do anything else such as bring along lube, condoms or such. It was then that I saw him outside with a box in his hands and as he looked up I realized it was too late to think any more so I pulled in and parked. After a quick introduction I found myself busy helping with the unloading and working together we quickly had everything in the house. The previously moved items had been placed somewhat haphazardly with the furniture and moving boxes in various rooms and everything was in a bit of disarray so after moving his remaining items inside, we got busy getting the house together by arranging the furniture and putting the boxes in the rooms they belonged. Once we had things looking good, he offered me something to drink and we had a seat on the couch to take a break. We chatted for a while about mostly vanilla topics and things felt comfortable together with a friendly energy. I commented that the house looked really nice and he said it was a relief to finally be in and that he spent the last few weeks sleeping on a futon in his old place and got in last night and slept last night on the couch and that it would be really nice to be back in a much more cozy bed. I told him that I could sympathize with that and to fix the issue we were soon assembling his bed and setting up his bedroom. We chatted while I helped set things up, mostly about his work and why he moved here and a few other things. I told him more about the area. It had now been a while since we started working and most everything was in its place when we took a step back and looked around. The only thing I could say was "wow". With the king size bed centered against one of the walls with mirrors on the head end and plenty of space on both sides with several mirrors on the walls, tasteful furniture placed around, the large screen tv on the wall at the bottom end of the bed and the room now tastefully decorated, it looked amazing, even more-so when he topped it off by lighting a few candles for the final effect. I told him that I really liked the layout and style and he said to kick off my shoes and kick back so we can enjoy it for a bit and went to grab us a couple drinks. It felt a bit strange laying in his bed but at the same time it felt a combination of comforting as well as a bit erotic. As he came back in the room he closed the door which in combination with the light darkening curtains left the room illuminated solely by the flickering candles, handed me my drink, laid back beside me and told me how much he appreciated my help with everything, raising his glass as a toast to our new friendship. The first sip of my drink told me that it contained some liquor and was not just a simple Coca-Cola and though it was a bit strong, it felt good too, particularly after our work. We finished our drinks somewhat swiftly and he went to grab a couple more, this time returning with larger and notably stronger drinks. In combination with the drinks, our conversation began to loosen up which in turn seemed to loosen us up on a more personal level with several special looks and a few playful touches. With the energies seeming to rise simultaneously he asked if I'd like to watch something and I gladly said "sure, your choice". He picked up the remote and moments later the big screen came to life with an eye-catching video with quite erotic, raw and explicit play between guys of which I became immediately absorbed. "Pretty hot, isn't it?" he asked almost rhetorically, "it's one of my favorites", to which I replied "it's perfect", as I settled back into the pillows beneath my head and engrossed in the scene that was playing. He laid back beside me and said somewhat bluntly "I haven't had sex like that in months". I didn't know how to reply without sounding patronizing but I just replied honestly that it had been even longer for me and with that, he gave a solid look into my eyes, leaned forward and gave me a solid kiss deep into my lips. I was caught somewhat by surprise by his act but I allowed it to happen and joined right in. Kissing hadn't been huge in my list of turn-on's but for some reason this felt different and while much of my previous experience was centered more on my partner and I simply getting off, this felt much more connected, intimate and sincere and I began to return his kiss in a very loving manner. Pulling back from our kiss, he said "thank you, I really needed this", to which I replied "I did too, so much", and I gave him another kiss before we returned to watch the screen, my palm resting on his thigh. I am not sure whether it was by design or just fate in the two of us being together but the moment really felt right and I let my palm slowly slide over and come to rest on his clearly bulging cock. In combination with the scene playing on the screen, I needed something more to happen and with that I leaned over, began opening his pants and brought his cock into play, first touching and fondling, then taking him into my mouth with the hope that I wasn't being too forward. After a while he said "you better be careful baby or you're going to make me shoot", to which I replied, "I might like that, can you cum more than once?", before returning my lips to his cock though at a much more tender and measured pace while looking up into his eyes, not wanting to bring it to a premature end. "Actually I can baby. I can usually go a long time before cumming but it's been quite a while since I've had any play and I'm right on the edge. When the play is hot though, I can cum, stay hard and cum more, particularly depending on the scene and atmosphere." he replied. "I'd love to experience that and more" I said, to which his reply was "take off your clothes", as he began removing his. We resumed our groping and oral play and things began to get more heated with the increasing sexual energy between us, helped in part by the intensity of what was playing on the screen. I had my eyes closed when felt him turn to the side then come back and it was then that I could smell the distinct scent of poppers and looked up to see the bottle alongside his nose. Noticing my glance, he offered the brottle which I accepted and inhaled several times before returning it to him. The poppers combined with the atmosphere and quite possibly whatever had been in my drink had me feeling a high degree of euphoria, causing me to lean down to take his engorged cock even deeper into my throat, multiple times in and out before rising up, leaving his hard wet erection dripping in my spit, then as if on auto-pilot and looking deep into his eyes, I moved over top of him with a leg on each side of his body and moved downward until I came to rest with his hard cock resting between my warm cheeks. The sounds from the video were filling the room and I was able to see the scene playing on the screen thru the reflection in the mirror and with the addition of his hot body touching mine, I was horny beyond belief. My arousal was very much reaching a peak and the comfort I felt along with his undetectable status made me want him to fuck me and I was wanting it to happen bare. My body began to gyrate on top of him and as I did, I felt his hard and electrified cock became centered the quite wanton hole of my ass and when it did I almost instinctively squatted down, looking deep into his eyes and wanting to absorb the moment completely and to see his reaction too. His reaction wasn't what I expected and his hands quickly came to grasp each side of my hips and telling me "stop, not yet" but before the words were completely out of his mouth, I had already sank down and his cock was now impaled in my ass. Having a cock inside my hole was something that I had been needing for a long time, but maybe something I wasn't completely ready for because with the size of his cock, the tightness of my ass, and with only spit for lube, I also found it a good bit painful. I could tell that he had continued talking while this was happening but with my focus on the burning in my ass and the loudness of the video that was playing, I wasn't sure what it was. While I paused to let my body adjust to what was inside me and not knowing what he had just said, I began to wonder and instinctively sought a reassurance that everything was okay and asked. "Are you undetectable?" "I was", he answered, "but I can't say for sure right now. Are you on PrEP?" My eyes opened in a somewhat blank stare toward the mirror in front of me as I tried to contemplate what the words he just said and with the realization that his raw cock was buried inside me, I answered a simple "no" and remained almost frozen. "I've been on meds and undetectable but with the move things have been messed up and I've been separated from my prescription so I haven't been on them for a while so I can't say for sure whether I am or not and I could be either." He said. "As soon as I'm back together with my meds, I will be taking them again, but right now I can't really say that I'm undetectable". I suddenly wasn't sure about anything right then and was a bit scared but we started to talk further in a sincere and realistic manner With his hands on my waist, mine on his chest and his cock still fully inside my ass, we were locked together both physically and in concerted conversation and thought. Neither one of us wanted things to stop but he had been off his meds long enough that his status could easily be either way, and while it wouldn't have an effect on him, I genuinely didn't want to become poz. Neither of us had any condoms and leaving the house to get some would have destroyed the mood, but at the same time, the atmosphere was so totally hot that it was difficult to see it actually end. I think he could tell that I really didn't want to stop, particularly since I hadn't pulled away from his cock, but at the same time I was quite worried which he could likely tell, particularly since I told him that I was negative and not on PrEP or anything. He then said that he had pretty good cum-control and could fuck a lot and other play without shooting his load, and that his pre-cum lately has been quite limited so we might be able to play for a while and then stop, but that it was up to me. He also said that if I was concerned that I could always take some PEP afterward which can keep me safe. He likely sensed that his words were touching somewhere inside me because I gave a soft moan and my body relaxed on top of his with my eyes softly coming to a close. I then opened up to him that I have often had fantasies about having sex with somone that was poz and that it often brings me the most intense orgasms, but... I stopped speaking at 'but' and my hands began tenderly but nervously moving upon his chest, my mind filled with a feeling of freedom in opening up about the fantasy, and a mixed level of excitement and arousal that I was with someone that was possibly poz. A chill in the reality of what was already happening and admittedly a fear about what might come came into focus, which I think he noticed.. "Go on" he encouraged, his hands now moving in a comforting manner on all sides of my body. In a way I felt accepted and that I was with someone that didn't hold any judgement and that I could be safe to confide in. After a small hesitation I continued on, telling him more of my poz fantasizes which led into where my many other fantasies had gone, going into greater and more graphic detail about different scenes such as consensual non-consensual play and how hot it feels to have someone take control and how I would love being violated sexually and otherwise, being forced, and in the process I also told him that I've had fantasies of going all the way, with someone that was poz, but that I was afraid too. At this point his left hand rose and came to rest on my lips with his right palm stopped moving over my now hard beating heart. "I have to tell you that listening to you is making me hot baby, intensely hot" he said as he gave a couple probing moves of his loins into mine to emphasize the point, then continued "It really makes you really hot, doesn't it?" to which I closed my eyes and gave an affirming nod of my head. "We don't have to do anything that you don't want to do" he continue "and I will respect your limits & boundaries, but I would love and be honored to take you to the places you want to go and that includes all of your fantasies - and have no doubt that I am fully capable of making it happen. I've had many fantasies too, many similar to yours and I would love to go there together. We can stop if you want to, or we can fuck if you want and I can fuck and pull out before I cum - if you want me to" he said. I leaned forward & down until we came to rest chest to chest as I contemplated his words and in the arms of his warm embrace, his cock slid partially out of my ass. I gave a small gasp as the dryness of his cock caused some discomfort which he noticed and quickly countered with a turn of his head and another kiss on my lips. It must have been the distraction of the kiss that cause me to miss the move but somehow he now had a handful of Vaseline and was working it around his cock and into my ass. I moaned into our kiss and my ass to begin moving slowly somewhat hesitantly back and forth almost automatically on his cock and in the process his fingers began working more and more Vaseline into our play. Noticing that I wasn't making a move to stop anything, he pulled back a bit and continued some conversation "Does rough play really make you hot?" I answered "yes". "It makes me really hot too." he continued, then as if to keep my attention more "Do you want it to happen, I mean to really happen?" The way he said the words was almost scary but at the same time the thought was admittedly hot too. Again I answered "yes". "Now?" he asked. I hesitated while looking at him, knowing what he was asking and that he was serious but at the same time not really knowing, particularly how far he might actually go - a mixture of fear and arousal now throughout my body. Seeing that I was on the fence, he took my nipple between his finger and thumb and started to squeeze, softly at first, then progressively harder while watching my expression as I began to melt into his advances. Pain has always had an effect on me and in many ways it has been very much like an aphrodisiac when it happens in play. The pain in my nipple was now reaching a point that my focus was nowhere else but completely with him. Since I only grimaced and didn't make an effort to get away, I think he knew that he had me where he wanted me and with a final and firm squeeze, he once again asked me... "Now", this time sounding more like he was giving a statement and not a question and I immediately and quite loudly responded... "Yes, YES!" In a very quick move, I was tossed to the bed at his side with my face buried in a pillow and my ass bare and facing up. A moment later he was on top of me and without saying a word, he buried his cock fully inside my ass. Our play had allowed my ass to stretch some and the Vaseline made everything quite slippery, but it only moderately eased his sudden entry and my ass was alight with some fire. I gasp and audibly gave a muffled yelp into the pillow below and sensing that it may be too much, he stopped with his cock impaled inside my ass and asked if I wanted to stop. I didn't give an immediate answer, mostly because I was in a bit of a shock at everything that was happening and admittedly being in a somewhat confused state about everything, quite possibly enhanced from whatever was in the drink. Not letting the moment come to a complete stop, he continued the lead with his cock pulling back and then moving forward, slowly at first, then a bit faster, time and time again, becoming more forceful and continually stronger with each plunge. The physical sensation was overwhelming with the atmosphere of being where I had truly been wanting to go and only fantasized about before, and yet hurtful enough that the pain in my ass was becoming very real. As I struggled with my mix of feelings, the tight grasp of his arms enveloping my torso, likely growing stronger due to the endorphins that were permeating throughout his body, made me aware that in the strength aspect, he had the definite advantage and I almost felt weak beneath him.. My body gradually began to move beneath him more and more, though due to a combination of trying to find relief from the growing pain inside my ass, and in the wonder if I would even be able to actually become free if I wanted to. I guess that I realized that I could probably say something if I wanted to, but the sensations that I was feeling had me twisted in so many different directions, wanting it to happen but finding it so very difficult too, physically and emotionally - I was in another dimension. My mind began coming back to focus though and the realization that the cock inside me was in no way assuredly safe came directly to the forefront, along with the fear and reality of what was going on. As I began to rise to say something though, I felt his body sink firmly onto mine, his cock fully impaled and then as his body gave spasm after deep spasm I realized that his semen was pumping into my body from his, him holding me tighter and moaning and gasping into my ear with each plunge he gave - it was happening. I don't know if the tear from my eye was from the intense fear that I was feeling, or if it was from the elation of actually experiencing something that I had fantasized of for so long but it was quickly joined by another tear and many more. Sensing something was happening, he began holding me warmly, sharing comforting words and making me feel very much loved - which was in turn causing me to feel a level of love too. It was then that I noticed the clock and how quickly time had passed. My family would soon be home and I needed to be back there before they arrived because there was no way I could have an excuse for not being home. I really didn't want to leave so quickly but he very much understood and as I parted, we were both sure that we wanted to be together again, and that we would be. The afternoon sun was bright in my eyes during the drive home but the feeling of the moistness within my loins of his cum remaining within me was the focus of my attention. I then started making it a point that I needed to get somewhere in the morning to begin the PEP after-fuck treatment to keep from becoming poz, when another brightness came before my eyes. It was Thursday and my family was going to be home for the extended weekend, not giving me the option of being able to get out without them knowing something was up. As I pulled in the driveway I didn't know what I was going to do, then looking at the time it had become, I began to realize what I was going to do - nothing. The risk of what may have just happened was high but knowing what would happen at home if my family would find out what I had just done was certain and it placed me in an impossible position. PEP wasn't going to be an option and whatever was going to come was going to be a matter of fate and I didn't know what it was going to be. I was afraid. Deep inside though I was also aroused, deeply aroused.

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Hello Communtiy, English is not first language, so please bare with me if there a any mistakes. The Story is complete fiction. Enjoy it! Sissy Paula and Tom Chapter 1 My Name is Paula and i am 30 year old sissy. In about 1 hour i will hae sex with a guy who i met online. Thats actually nothing special anymore for me. I had several Hook-ups over the last months. But today is different. Tom is poz and he is going to poz me tonight. To be honest, this isnt my first attempt. But i always chickend out and blocked the guys, when it gets serious. But Tom hits me different from the first message on. We chatted 2 or 3 days, when he wanted to meet me. His texting got me so hot, that i agreed to meet him. Tom demanded that i have to sent him my Adress and a naughty video of me to proof that i am really interested within one day or he would block me. Then he logged off. My mind was racing and i was horny as hell. I thought about it, but within 1 hour i sent him my adress and a little video. The next morning i got an answer from Tom. Saturday 10pm. Chapter 2 Today is day. I woke up horny, excited and nervous. After my breakfast i changed into Paula. I wear a blonde wig, a black latex dress, fishnet-stockings and red pumps. My make-up was on point and i fealt very feminine and happy. The day went by in a bliss. Around 8 o'clock i got a message from Tom. It was a picture of my condo and a message. Driving home, changing, then i am going to poz your sissy ass. I shivered as i read it and decided to sent him also a picture.. I sneaked outside on the other site of the street and took a Selfie, so my condo was visible in the background and texted him back. Hey Tom, please hurry up, my sissy ass needs your poz cock. I went inside and waited in anticipation. About 10 o'clock, i heared a car parking. My heart is beating and i thought to myself: Paula, now it is time. No way out, even i if want to. I crossed way to many barriers. And truly i want this to happen tonight. The Bell is ringing. Chapter 3 I buzzed Tom in and heard him on the stairs. I awaited him at the door in a way-to-short minidress and way-to-high FuckMe Pumps. He smiled when he sees me and i my back. I smiled back. „Good evening Tom, you like what you see?“ „Oh my, what a hot looking slut you are, Paula.“ He walked straight in and as soon as the doors closed he groped my ass und kissed me. I never kissed a man to that moment, but his dominant attitude made my legs weak und I enjoyed his kiss. Still in the hallway he pushed me to my knees. „Suck my cock, you little slut!“ Skillfully and greedy i opened his fly and took his cock out and started sucking. He was very horny and it didnt take to long until his cock was rockhard. „Oh yeah, that is so good. Suck my cock and get it hard and wet, so that i can poz your sissy ass. You like that?“ My mouth was full of his cock, so looked him in the eyes, smiled and nodded with my head. Tom had devlish grin on his face. „Stand up my little slut and show me your bedroom.“ I got up and led Tom by his cock in my bedroom. „Kneel on the bed. Ass facing me.“ On the bed he lifted the skirt of my dress. He smacked my ass and balls. „You are so hot, Paula.“ I wiggled my ass in anticipation. With one Grip he ripped my G-String. When he started to lick my asshole i had to moan. He used 3 fingers to prepare and loosen my asshole for him. He leaned over my back and whispered in my ear. „Soon i am going to pump your sissy ass with my toxic cum. You want that?“ I could just moan. „Answer me, slut!“ „Yes“,i panted. „Say it, my little Slut.What do you want? „I want to feel your cock.“ He smacked my ass hard. WHAT DO YOU WANT? „I Want *gasp to feel *gasp your *gasp big *gasp poz cock *gasp in my *gasp neg sissy ass. *gasp“ „Please make my your poz sissy slut.“ „There you go slut. Thats whats going to happen now. Turn around, lay on your back.“ I positioned my self on the edge of the bed. He handed me a bottle of poppers. While i inhaled deeply on the poppers, Tom took off his shirt and i could now see Biohazard-Tattoo on his chest. I took more poppers and watched Tom lubing up his cock. He lifted my legs up to my chest and layed himself on me. I felt his cock probing at my asshole. He started to move and with each trust his poz cock went deeper into my slutty hole. In no time he filled me completly with his cock. I felt no shame, no fear. Just relief and excitement. His Thrust became stronger und he started to fuck me really rough. And with each of his thrust, i moaned heavier like a sissyslut. „Oh fuck. Yes. Please Fuck me. Make me your poz sissyslut. Breed me.“ „Oh Yeah you fucking slut. Now you get what you deserve. I am cumming“ He picked up his pace until he shoot his poz cum deep in my ass. I was breathing heavy and was in my own dizzy world. I still didnt cum and felt hornier then ever knowing i was probably pozzed seconds ago. So i didnt realized that Tom left before i heard the Frontdoor. It was 22.30. My first reaction were tears. I felt used. I layed on my bed for minutes and felt that my ass was leaking the poz cum I touched my ass and licked the cum from my fingers After i overcame the shock the tears gave way to a big grin on my face. I felt free and i want more.

Chapter 1: Finally It all started a couple of years ago when I was 16. My parents started fighting all the time. Up until then it seemed like they had the perfect marriage. But unfortunately my mom caught my dad cheating. I'm not sure with whom but I was definitely disappointed. My dad had completely changed. Now mind you we didn't have a perfect relationship but it wasn't bad either. But now he was distant even with me and I couldn't figure out why. The fighting got so bad that after school I would go to the park and do my homework and just relax to get away from all the yelling. At night when I got home I would go to my room and put my headphones on and just listen to music. The next two years were miserable. My mom became an alcoholic and my dad did whatever he wanted to do and basically just flat out ignored me. I had some money in my savings account and decided when I graduated I was getting out of there as fast as possible. I started searching for a room to rent when I spotted a listing that caught my eye. $200 a month in a 2 story house over looking a lake. I called the number and Frank answered right away. I told him I was interested in the room and we agreed upon a time for me to stop by and check it out. Thankfully I didn't have to wait but a couple of days to meet him and check out the property. It was a 45 minute drive out to the house which flew by because I was enjoying the peace and quiet. As I drove up I was in shock. The house was gorgeous. 2 story brick with a wrap around porch. Huge yard in front with a descent size lake in the back. As I stopped the car Frank came outside to meet me. Up until now I really didn't think about my sexuality because the only thing on my mind was getting away from my parents. Frank looked to be over 6 feet tall and although he wasn't fit per say he definitely wasn't fat either. Me on the other hand I'm maybe 5'5" and weigh about 130 pounds. I thought he was a good looking guy but at this point he didn't turn me on. I just realized Frank was definitely a man's man. We chatted a little outside and walked the property. I did notice that there were no other houses in sight and it didn't bother me at all. As we talked Frank found out why I was looking to get away and he completely understood. After about 20 minutes outside we made our way inside and I just absolutely fell in love with the inside. There were beautiful rugs on the floor and some wonderful paintings throughout the house. The living room had a huge sofa in front of a 75 inch television. Upstairs were 3 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms. This place was perfect. I was stunned at how beautiful the whole place was. Frank asked me if I was interested in moving in and I didn't hesitate. Frank said "Wonderful. But you need to know two things about me first. Once you hear them you might change your mind. Number one I'm gay and number 2 I like to walk around nude." Honestly I didn't care about either one. It was his house after all. I looked at him and said "That's not a problem. May I still move in and would you like me to walk around nude as well?" Frank's eyes lit up and said "Yes you may move in and absolutely I'd love to see you nude." After a handshake we went outside and got my bags from my car. Frank helped me get the bags into the room. Frank said "I'll meet you downstairs when you're finished putting your things away and if you don't mind will you come downstairs nude." I said" I don't mind at all. Just give me a few minutes and I'll be right down." I put my stuff away fairly quickly because I didn't have much. I got undressed and made my way downstairs. Frank was in the kitchen fixing us something to drink. He had the refrigerator open so I couldn't see anything as I walked up. Once I got to him I spotted his cock. His cock dwarfed mine. He had to be 5 inches soft and thick. Very little hair around his cock and balls. I felt myself getting dry mouthed and was unaware that staring at his cock was causing me to get hard as well. I was mesmerized. It was absolutely beautiful. Frank set the drinks down on the counter. Without thinking I asked Frank if I could touch his cock. Without knowing it my whole life was about to change.

I should mention that I love comments. People discussing their favorite parts, etc. Stuff like that really gets me going.

As he requested, he’s now banned for a long time.

Ran into my friends ex bf while at the sex shop buying lube. Asked him how he’s been dating anyone new? Said not dating he’s been in his hoe ways browsing the streets for now just raw fucking as much as possible before trying the relationship thing again. To me that sounded like and invitation so we went to the back of the shop and I let him fuck a hot load in me with his 8 inch thick PR dick. Hot dude got nice abs tan skin fucks hard as hell. Ended up going over to his place to fuck again. He said his roommate is out of town but he’s be down to fuck me too so told him hit me up when he’s back.

I FUCKING LOVE Drew. So wish I could get fucked by him. He's my favorite fantasy. Love watching and hearing him cum. Just wish I could FEEL him cumming in me.

What a great friggin story!! Once in a while I stumble upon these amazing pieces of literature that truly capture my attention and really gets my imagination going, this is one of them! I'm blown away by the talent the creativity, and the willingness to share it with people freely... such selflessness and generosity that I felt I needed to commend and say, "THANK YOU, I SINCERELY MEAN IT AND THOUGH I FEEL THE SAME FOR MOST EVERYONE WHO HAS SHARED THEIR STORIES, I FEEL ESPECIALLY GRATFUL I AM PRIVIED TO YOURS AND THOSE FEW OTHERS WHO ARE ON ANOTHER LEVEL!" I'll end with this interesting discovery with regard to my behavior (or maybe lack of lol) while reading the stories that fall into the category of which, in my eyes, warranted the writing of this post. I noticed that I rarely, if at all, stroke a long with these specific stories (unless of course the heated parts are so crazy like other stories here where it's the main body of the entire thing), I think it's because I'm pulled into something much bigger, like it's the wHOLE story that tells so much more (dare I say, like a novel). And I think that says something! CLEARLY, as it seems to have caused me to randomly take action and ramble in this post about this story which was the tipping point of reading enough of these pieces of literature to just keeeeeeeeep typing lol. ok enough.... I may also be kinda high as well at the moment HAHA Like what it did there with "wHOLE"? Being an insatiable hungry bottom I just couldn't help myself LOL -- Peace Out Girl Scout -- BoYGaSM

I spent a fair amount of time this weekend and this morning drafting an 8 page (!) explanation of how to protect kids from accidentally seeing porn without infringing on people's free speech rights or their right to privacy. I then emailed it and sent it registered mail to Senator Schumer's legislative director. If anyone can get a good child protection law through Congress it's Schumer. The question is whether their eyes will glaze over when the read the details - so I had an older, (well-known) straight fetish producer who's a bit of a Luddite read it to make sure it was understandable. He liked it, but it wasn't the first time he heard me explain the concept. If I don't hear from Schumer's office in 2 weeks I'll send it to a Congressperson who's from Silicon Valley who has staff who are technical enough to understand it, and Big Tech connections connections who can validate that it can work technically. And if I haven't heard back from someone two weeks after that I'll alternate Senators & Congresspeople with technical expertise every two weeks until I hear from someone. Hell, I'll even hit up Mitt Romney if I run out of Democrats since I could see him supporting my approach. (Mormons tend to be fairly level-headed and practical on stuff like this). "Be the change you want to see in the world" - right? It is getting some press coverage, but not a lot. California also passed a law last year. The big social media companies pretty quickly filed a lawsuit to challenge it on First Amendment grounds. The thing is the Republicans wrote their laws so the government wasn't involved. Like many of the recent anti-abortion and anti-trans laws they get private citizens to file the lawsuits. So there's no way to file a lawsuit to challenge the lawsuit - we have to wait until someone is sued. I think a lot of porn companies are either unaware of the new laws (they went into effect quickly) or they assume someone will file a lawsuit challenging the laws (which is impossible), so they don't think they're a threat. Some paysite owners are making the tours PG-13 and then choosing a commercial service for age verification when someone from a restricted state goes to buy a membership. While the cost of those commercial services is cost-prohibitive for sites like this one, it's not in the context of someone buying a membership. So you're OK with this site shutting down if enough states enact similar laws? I'm thinking of banning you just so you can experience what that would be like.

“How’s it going?” Nick called up the drive. Luke looked up startled from the journal. He grinned. “There are just so many people here, truly I don’t know what to do!” Nick laughed. The sun had started to go down, and long shadows scraped across the driveway. “You ready to shut this thing down?” “You have no idea.” Luke dropped the journal back into his bag and stood up. His shorts were straining to contain his erection. Nick laughed again. “Good thing no actual customers came by. You’d have scared them off with that thing.” “Who says no one came by?” Nick closed the distance between them and grabbed Luke ass. “You got a hole full of cum for me to enjoy?” “Sadly no. But I did swallow a nice big load from this jock down the street.” Nick shook his head slightly incredulously. “Technically he wasn’t a customer, I found him on Grindr and then blew him behind the garage.” “Slut.” “Thank you.” They both smiled. The sexual tension defused for a moment in their comfortable jocularity. “Let’s get this lot in the garage. I’m ready to go. I’m starving.” Between the two of them they hauled the tables scattered with unwanted garage sale wares back into the garage. They turned off the lights, and pulled down the door. Nick stood for a long moment looking at the garage and the house. With the garage sale done the house was one step closer to being sold. It had never occurred to him that he would feel anything when the time came. He’d been so separate from the family for so long that when he’d come here for the summer it had just felt like a business trip, something that had to be done. Now, however, seeing the house with all the lights off, cold and empty, he felt the weight of all the years he’d missed slowly settling on him. He didn’t really notice as Luke slipped his hand inside his and intertwined their fingers. The younger man didn’t say anything as he watched Nick take it in. He just stood there, his body pressed close to Nick’s, and waited. Very slowly Nick took in a long breath, feeling the air come in little fits, as he pushed the tears back down inside himself. His life was different now. When he’d last left this house he had been leaving his biological family behind, frightened that he would never make a new one. Now, he had a family; he had Brett and all their friends, he had his brother back, and he had Luke whatever it was that they had become. “You alright?” Luke said quietly. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. I just… It sucks. I lost so much time with them. The world is so different now. People are so different. I never imagined that your dad would be so fine with me being gay, would welcome me back. I certainly couldn’t have seen him being excited to hear about my life, and Brett. I wish I’d gotten some of that with my dad. You’re just… you’re really lucky. The world is a little bit better place now. I know you’re bummed you missed the sexual freedom, but there was so much hate back then. Hate that we put on ourselves. Fear of being found out… even once you were out. I don’t know. I guess I pushed away all those thoughts about what I had lost in giving up this family for a long time, and now, looking at the house totally empty… I feel it.” Luke gave Nick’s hand a little squeeze. “It doesn’t have to be that now though. You can’t get back that time, but now you have the opportunity for new memories.” “I know.” “So, there’s some silver lining I guess.” “Yes, there is,” Nick took a deep steadying breath, “And I got your sweet hole out of it too.” Luke laughed, “I’m just a hole to you I knew it.” “Oh, shut up.” Nick gave Luke a playful shove and then pulled him into a tight hug. “Come on. Lets go get some dinner and have a beer.” “I need to shower first, I feel so sweaty.” “But you smell fucking amazing.” “Well then why don’t we go have a little fun, and then go have dinner.” “Sounds like a plan.” Three hours later they were back in the hotel room having fucked quickly when they got back and then gone out for dinner with Nick’s load simmering in Luke’s well fucked hole. Luke was laying sprawled on the bed in only a jock. He’d finally had a shower and his hair fell in wet strands on his forehead, his chest hair still slightly matted down with moisture. He had one leg propped up and was scrolling on his phone. Nick was bare chested, wearing a pair of running shorts so short that when he shifted the head of his cock peaked out from the leg. He sat at the small table in the room bent over a new note book writing in the same clear hand he’d filled the journal with all those years ago. His thoughts came quickly, with less narrative than they had in that first journal. He wrote about his dad, and the pain of leaving his family. He wrote about the joy of building his own family, his love for Brett. He wrote about the confusion of sleeping with his nephew, and the lust that had overtaken then. Slowly his thoughts turned to the future wondering what would happen with him and Luke. Would there still be something when the spell of the summer was broken? When he was back in San Francisco with Brett and Luke was back at school what would that mean for them? Would this become a thing that happened at thanksgiving? Was there more? Was his nephew a new important part of his life? How would Brett feel about him. The words tumbled onto the page with an easy he had not felt in a long time. Maybe Luke was right, and he should turn all of this into a book. God, what a shocking book that would be. The decades long story of one man’s whoring that culminates in fucking his own brother’s kid. Maybe that part was too much. They were both lost in their own activates when there was a knock on the door. Nick looked at Luke who just shrugged and shook his head. They paused for a moment. Luke grabbed his shorts from the floor and shimmied them on, and Nick grabbed a shirt. Nick walked over to the door, and peered through the peep hole. He wasn’t sure who he was expecting on the other side but it certainly wasn’t who he saw. His heart rate went from a panicked pounding as he imagined Nick’s father waiting in the hall, to a joyful patter at the sight of the grinning face of his husband. Nick flung the door open and kissed Brett hard on the mouth without saying a word. Luke stood frozen, he’d moved just out of sight of the door in case he needed to duck for cover in the bathroom if the visitor had been someone who shouldn’t see him here. He held his breath, until he heard the happy little sound Nick made followed by what he thought was kissing. He peered around the corner. Nick had his arms wrapped around a tall hulking man with short cropped blonde and gray hair, their mouths pressed tight together. After a moment they broke apart and Luke’s heart skipped a beat. It was Brett. He’d seen enough photos to recognize him instantly. If it was possible he was hotter in person. Luke’s cock throbbed in his jock and his hole twitched. “Luke come here,” Nick said, ushering Brett into the room and closing the door behind him, “This is Brett.” Luke walked over to Brett, his heart pounding, and held out his hand. Brett laughed, and grabbed Luke pulling him into a big warm hug. Luke melted into Brett’s big arms, feeling the weight of their muscle press into him. They hugged for a few moments longer than would have been normal for meeting your Uncle’s partner, and then stepped back. Brett held Luke loosely still, not quite letting the boy go. Finally, they broke apart. Luke was bright red, and completely hard. Brett had a big smile on his face, and a growing bulge of his own pressing forward. “What the hell are you doing here?” Nick asked. “Well I knew it would be hard finally selling your dad’s place, and…” a long pause, and a mischievous glance at Luke, “after all the videos you sent of you breeding this boy I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.” “I love you,” Nick said kissing Brett again. “I love you too.” They hugged tightly. Luke felt something like envy without the negativity. His heart swelled seeing their love, it was palpable in how they touched, even in how they looked at each other. He wanted to feel that. Lust was good; but that love, that real life long connection that had grown through years of triumphs and pains was perfect. He just stood smiling as his uncles embraced, and then kissed again. A big hand stretched out to Luke, and Brett pulled him into their arms. The two older men held him tightly. He felt their warm bodies against his. Then hands started to drift. Brett’s hand slid slowly from Luke’s back to his pert ass. He grabbed at the meat here. Luke let out a little groan and turned his face to Nick, silently asking permission. He gave Luke a little nod, and then watched as Luke grabbed the back of Brett’s head and pulled him into a hungry kiss. Nick stepped away, letting the two of them have their moment. He loved watching Brett fuck other guys, especially ones like Luke. Brett’s big hands moved all over Luke’s naked torso, but always returned to his round cheeks. After a few moments of making out he slid one hand easily under the waistband of the shorts. Nick watched Brett’s fingers slide down Luke’s crack and find his hole. The boy gave a whimper and leaned more into Brett’s big chest. “Your hole feels slick Luke. Did you already get bred today?” “Yes,” Luke sounded breathless, Nick guessed Brett was pressing one of his thick fingers into Luke’s hole. “Did my husband fill you up good?” “Yes!” “Do you like taking your uncle’s cock?” “God yes!” “Do you like taking his loads?” “More than anything!” “Do you want to take mine.” “Yes… please fuck me.” “All in due time.” Brett pulled away from Luke, taking his hand out of Luke’s shorts. He stepped back and pulled his shirt off over his head. Luke stared hungrily at Brett’s broad chest, his thick blonde and gray hair that swirled over his pecs and stomach. Brett kicked his shoes off and tossed his socks aside. Luke stood still as a statue as Brett undid his belt and the dropped his jeans too. The Adonis that monopolized his erotic memory for weeks now was here in front of him. Luke’s dream of experiencing what Nick had experienced that night during the blackout was about to come true. The cock that had started Nick’s sexual awakening was now hidden only by the thin fabric of a jockstraps. It strained and pressed against the fabric, the thickness of its head already apparent. Nick stepped up behind Luke. He rested one hand in the small of Luke’s back, and leaned into his ear. “Get on your knees boy. Show Brett what you can do.” Nick had never talked to Luke like that. They were horny and piggy but there was a dominant edge to his voice. It made Luke feel even more horny. It touched some other part of his erotic imagination. What else could these two men awaken in him Luke wondered. Before falling to his knees Luke dropped the basketball shorts he’s pulled on when Brett knocked. Now only in the old jock he wore most days now, he got on his knees in front of Brett and slid his hands up Brett’s thick hairy legs. Brett put one hand on the back of Luke’s head, holding him in place, and with the other pulled the pouch of his jock to the side. Brett’s cock was exactly as Luke had described in the journal; big and thick, with a long vein running along the top. His balls hung low below the shaft, and a forest of dense pubes surrounded the base. The head glistened with precum. “Open your mouth,” Brett said. Luke obeyed and tilted his head back, looking up at Brett. Without warning Brett spat into Luke’s mouth. Luke blinked, a little surprised, swallowed, and then opened his mouth for more. Brett slapped his cock head on Luke’s tongue, a thin line of spit clung to the tip as he pulled away. Then he pressed forward, pushing his head into Luke’s mouth. Luke almost immediately closed his lips around the invading member. His tongue ran over the head, he tasted precum and something else. It took him a moment to place it. “You taste the twink I bread at the airport don’t you?” “You bread a twink at the airport?” Nick said in a teasing voice, “Typical.” “Like you haven’t been here seeding this boy’s hole every day for weeks?” “Touché.” The whole time they had been bantering Luke had been hungrily slurping on Brett’s cock head, trying to draw more of the thick shaft into his mouth. “Plus, I think he likes tasting that twink’s ass on my cock. Don’t you Luke.” Luke nodded, not letting Brett’s dick out of his mouth. “Do you like knowing you’re not the first boy I’ve used today?” More nodding. “Good boy.” Brett dominance was turning Luke and Nick on. Nick stripped naked, and started to stroke his own cock. There were some boy’s that just brought this out in Brett and it always turned Nick on to see it. Brett put his hands on either side of Luke’s head and held him still. Slowly he rocked his hips forward pushing his cock further and further into Luke’s mouth. Luke squirmed as his nose was shoved into Brett pubes, and he chocked a little. When Brett pulled out, Luke was red and spluttering, but a big wet spot was forming in the pouch of his jock. Brett did it again, this time Luke was more prepared and deep throated Brett for a moment before gasping again. Over and over Brett worked his cock to the root in Luke’s throat, till Luke’s chin was covered in thick trails of spit and tears streamed from his eyes. Luke had only been used like this once before by a daddy at college. He hadn’t loved it then, but now with Brett he was loving every second of it. “Get on the bed, on your hands and knees,” Brett instructed, releasing Luke’s head. Luke jumped onto the bed. “Turn around, show me that ass.” Luke spun, and shook his furry cheeks at Brett. Brett gave a nod to Nick who got on the bed in front of Luke, his cock sticking straight forwards. “Get Nick’s cock down your throat boy, show him how much you’ve appreciated all the loads he’s given you.” Fuck, Luke thought, he’d never liked taking orders from someone before, but with Brett it was such a turn on. There was something about Brett’s confidence that just made him want to do what he said. Luke opened his mouth and greedily gobbled down Luke’s cock. It slid easily down his throat, at this point his body was used to Nick’s member and accommodated its length and girth with ease. He gasped when he felt a wet tongue slip across his hole, and jumped forward a little pushing Nick deeper down his throat. Brett pushed his tongue deeper between Luke’s cheeks. He swirled the hair that grew around the boy’s hole, getting his whole crack slick with spit. It didn’t take much pressure to open Luke’s pucker. One little push and Brett’s tongue was welcomed into the warm depths. He tasted the unmistakable salty tang of cum. Nick must have given him a big load, some of the delicious liquid was still present just inside Luke’s ring. Luke was quickly devolving into a whimpering mess. Nick was slowly fucking his face, and Brett’s tongue was ravishing his hole. He felt his arms start to shake, the pleasure these two men were giving him was almost too great. He felt overwhelmed and hot. Sweat was springing up on his back, and he felt a bead run from his pit down his arm. Brett lapped a big wad of cum out of Luke ass, and holding it in his mouth lent over the boy’s back to kiss his husband. Nick swallowed his own load down and forced his dick deeper into Luke’s mouth. Luke for his part was trapped between the two older men. His mouth was stuffed so full of Nick’s cock he could only breath through his nose, and Brett had his body pressed forward against Nick so there was nowhere for him to go. He felt the absolutely unmistakable pressure of a dick head being pressed into his pucker. Luke tilted his hip up, willing his hole to open up. Brett pushed forward, the big blunt head of his cock, still shining with Luke’s spit, pushed against the boy’s hole. It was a beautiful sight. With all the fucking Luke had been taking recently his hole was pink, and a puffy. It wasn’t the tight little hole of your typical college boy, it was experienced and accommodating. Brett rocked his hips forward and Luke’s lips parted easily. He slid inside the boy’s hole and sighed. The velvety wall of Luke’s guts gripped his cock just tight enough to send a wave of pleasure up Brett’s body. It took a lot of restraint to not slam the rest of his length inside Luke right then. He held Luke’s slim hips and pulled him back onto his pulsating member. Luke groaned around Nick’s cock. His eyes were closed, his face a picture of bliss. This was everything he had imagined it would be; possibly better. He had imagined that being fucked by Brett would be hot, but he hadn’t imagined Brett would be so dominant and take him like this. An image floated through Luke’s mind of him doing this all the time, of being Brett and Nick’s play thing to use whenever they wanted. It made his cock throb. Brett pushed slowly forward and he pulled Luke back, and little by little his cock disappeared into Luke’s warm wet hole. “Fuck, Nicky, no wonder you’ve been fucking him so often,” Brett said in a drawn-out sigh, “His hole is fucking amazing.” “I know, right!” “Hot fucking slutty college boy hole…” “Remember when that was us.” They were talking about him as if he wasn’t there, and Luke loved it. He was their toy right now, an object for their lust. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to make these two men feel good. He slurped harder on Nick’s cock and a moment later slammed his ass back onto the rest of Brett’s cock. Brett gasped, shocked at Luke’s sudden movement, but then growled in appreciation. “Is that you telling me you’re ready to get fucked boy?” Luke nodded while still sucking on Nick’s cock. “Just like your uncle, once you’ve got a cock in your ass you're just desperate to get pounded.” Brett held tight to Luke’s hips and pulled out almost the full length of his cock. He paused there, making sure Luke would be unprepared before he slammed back in. The force of Brett’s cock ramming back inside him forced a yep out of Luke’s mouth, the sound muffled by Nick’s cock. Brett did it again, and again, hammering his cock brutally and deep into Luke’s perfect hole. He watched the hair around the boy’s ring cling to the side of his cock and he pulled out. “He’s slutty like his uncle too,” Nick said, “I came back the other day and he was getting bred by the bartender for the gay bar next door.” “Good boy. You like being full of men’s cum don’t you.” More furious nodding from Luke. “I’m going to fill you up, we’ve got two days before Nick and I go back to San Francisco… you’re gonna be leaking cum by the time we leave.” Luke said something that sounded like, “Please breed me,” around Nick’s cock and pressed his ass back on Brett’s crotch. Brett growled and leaned forward. With his cock buried inside the cute college boy’s ass, he kissed Nick again. They held onto each other, their mouths firmly locked together, as Brett rutted in and out of Luke. All three of them were sweating profusely now, the room stunk of man, and sex. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh reverberated around them, and they were all moaning. Brett was merciless. After hearing about Luke’s amazing hole all this time he was determined to show the boy what he could do. He bucked in and out, changing up his rhythm to keep Luke on his toes. Luke was panting, he’d given up trying to properly suck Nick’s cock and was letting Nick just fuck his open mouth slowly. He was too lost in the pleasure of Brett’s cock to do much else. Had Nick’s dick not been forced down his throat his mouth would have been hanging open, his face slack, and his eyes rolled back. There was nothing he could do but open his hole and let this man use him. Cock Lust Nick had called it in the journal. That was exactly what Luke felt now. He felt drunk on cock. His whole mind was given over to the pleasure of being fucked. It felt so good that it was completely overwhelming. He wasn’t even thinking about his own dick right now, though it was hard as a rock and his jock was completely soaked through with precum. “Oh fuck babe,” Nick said through clenched teeth. “You ready to cum?” “Yeah!” “Do it, feed him your load. I’m about to breed this perfect ass.” Luke grunted out his approval. Nick grabbed both sides of Luke’s head and held his pulsing cock just inside Luke’s mouth. After a couple powerful thrusts Nick’s cock gave a massive throb and thick cum flooded Luke’s mouth. He swallowed as fast as he could but some still escaped his mouth and dribbled down his chin. Nick held his cock there till his orgasm had subsided and his cock softened a little. When he pulled his dick out of Luke’s mouth he appreciated what a hot slutty mess Luke had become in the last hour. His hair was matted down to his forehead, he was covered in sweat and now cum was dripping down his chin. More than that, he had a look of absolute fucked out bliss on his face. Luke licked his hips and smiled at Nick. “Thank you,” he mouthed, and Brett continued to fuck him. “Get ready boy. Here it comes,” Brett was panting now. Trickles of sweat sparkled in his chest hair. He reared his head back and arched his body forward. With his hands still on Luke’s hips he held him in places as he bucked forward. Luke felt Brett’s big balls slap against his taint as his cock started to pulse. Thick ropes of cum pumped out of Brett’s swollen dick into Luke’s abused guts. That was it for Luke too, his cock spasmed and he filled his jock with his own load. He was shaking, and his breath was ragged when Brett slowly pulled his dick out and slapped it on his hole a few times. “Fucking beautiful,” Brett said admiring Luke’s winking cum filled hole. “Fucking perfect.” Luke collapsed forward into Nick’s arms, and Brett lay down behind him, all three of them were spent.

Plus Mr Lewis is unabashedly a horny old man; not afraid to be himself.

Don’t think I’ve ever seen a condom in use!

He does say no and don’t. I was trying to give him a shyness, that sort of social fear of being perceived as rude. That mixed with the shock of the actions of Mr. Lewis causing him to pause to compute what’s going on. While Mr. Lewis sees all of this pausing and hesitation as a window to see what else he can get away with. I like stories that involve nonconsensual without resorting to physically over whelming the bottom, but manipulation and assertiveness.

I was visiting Minneapolis and of course got horny. My hubby doesn't put out anymore but it's been hard to find local FBs, so when traveling I have fun. Chat up a guy who was a scruffy, 5'9ish, salt & pepper 50-something cyclist off Sniffies. I was wrapping up an appointment, parked in a lot, chatted him up, and made plans. He had me park on the side street and meet him in his shed. I find him in the dark shed, he has a sexy deep voice, we make out, I feel up his muscled body, and he grabs my throbbing semihard cock. He has me sit down in a dusty old rocking chair, and swallows my cock. He makes all kinds of slurping sounds sucking my cock hard. I peek over his salt & pepper head bobbing and see his 2 mounds of cycling butt. I tell him I want to see his ass. He says he didn't shower. I say good, get up from the chair, he bends over, and I pull down his shorts. Damn! out pops big ass on top of 2 thick thighs. I spread his cheeks, see a hairy crack, and smash my face inbetween. Daddy's ass smells of must and more. I love it and lick. My cock is rock hard after rimming his hot muscled ass so I tell him I want to fuck his ass, but he says next time because he didn't shower. Damn. He turns around, kneels down, and sucks my cock. I get close to cumming as I imagine fucking Daddy's hot ass, so I tell him that I'm close.. His throat stays balls deep as I cum. He gets up off the floor, saying his knees aren't up for doing that long, hah! 🙂 and other chit-chat. I tell him that I'll look for his ass next time I'm in town, and he says do that. Obviously Daddy need some milk that morning.

I’m not sure a ‘subtle anal tattoo’ is a thing, but that’s a nice design. 🙂 If I were 20 years younger, I would probably get an anal tattoo. I know exactly what it would look like. I just don’t think my ass could do it justice the way it once could have.

One of my regular black alpha studs texted me this morning saying he "need to fuck my ass". After he completed his 10-hour sweaty blue-collar shift. I love worshiping his rock-hard body and his 8.5 cock. Needless to say, but he used my mouth and ass for his pleasure and mine. I'm sure the new neighbors in the apartment beside mine know the man next door is gay as the walls are thin and the passion of our man-on-man action was loud & clear with my bed frame rattling and squeaking. And my moaning and his baritone voice piercing through the walls. I know people are embarrassed knowing others can hear their sexual escapades but I'm not.

You mean of the bunker under the compound? Thinking about it, it’s used a lot in movies. Like in the Jurassic Park where they were auctioning off the cloned dinosaurs… that’s the basic arrangement of the underground area. It’s also sort of what the big base hangar buildings are like, big central cavern for the shop, service and stock inventory facilities in rooms off either side. Other than those specific examples, it just seems to come forward in my head that it’s a common layout, but I’m not discounting that I saw it somewhere.

Taking his first UK load A 30 yr old Afghanistan lad asked if I wanted his black cock and load. He had only been in the country a week. His English wasn’t great but he wanted a hole to dump into and hadn’t shot a load sine he arrived. I offered him my cunt as a welcoming present. He was keen to drop a load into a white trashy hole. It was Snowing when I arrived at his flat wearing just shorts and hoody with a spunk stained Nike jock and harness on underneath. His flat had no furniture so he showed to a sleeping bag layed out on the floor. I had already stripped off. He was tenting in his jogging bottoms so I dropped to my knees and was offered his growing semi. His black cock was soon hard and he clearly loved me sucking him. He held my head and skull fucked me hard. When he was ready he turned me over onto all fours and pointed to the sleeping bag. I just dropped to all fours and as soon as I was down he rammed his black dick into my cum hungry hole. He pounded my cunt real hard. It was clear he hadn’t used a cumdump for a while and he wanted to show how to treat a Brit slut. He fucked me so hard my head was now in the corner of the room. He had hard fucked me across the floor. He showed by no signs of slowing down, he wanted to loose his nutt ASAP. I moaned in all the right places and encouraged him with regular ‘fuck me’ pleads. Sure enough, with some proper hard deep thrusts he dumped his load inside me. I gathered my composure on all fours and pushed my ass back to take every drop of his cum. When done he pulled out and his spunk was dripping from my hole. My jock soaked up his cum as I stood up to get drsssed. My mouth paused at the site of his cummy cock so my tongue cleaned him up. It will be interesting to see if he becomes a regular cumdump donator but was honoured to take his first UK load!

Am also planning for one, going to Berlin later this year. Think that a spider web would look cool... And also a scrotum piercing to go along with it. Good luck and let us see when its done!

I've been searching the anal tattoo topics for a while. Finally got the courage and decided to go through it. Got a rather subtle one inked.

Similar to @AirmaxUK - not a regular smoker, but will indulge in the right/wrong company. Don’t mind being with a smoker. LOVE cigar smoke and would love to have a session…😜

I don’t care to swallow but do as I am told

I really hope Boltz is good for raw cock as I’m planning a visit with me working in Birmingham next weekend. Likely to be Friday night. Enhancements welcome…

About 20 minutes ago. I had to go to the office to finish something off, and on the way home I decided to see if there was anybody online. I’d planned a meet before work which fell through, so I was already cleaned out and wearing a jock under my normal clothes. Bingo, found somebody near the main train station, so it wasn’t even far out of my way. Got to the apartment, and was let in by a 6’2” stunner, with really great skin and a soft cock which was already a nice size. As I’m a bit exactly in shape, mid-40s guy, my luck was already in! We made quick small talk and went straight to the bedroom. The program had been pre-discussed. I want to suck and then be fucked silly whilst huffing poppers. His dick grew nicely to around 8 inches. I could already taste the pre-cum coming out. 5 minutes later, he lifted me up and placed me on all fours before going to town with his tongue on my shaved asshole. From the noises I could hear, he was clearly trying to get my hole as wet as possible, whilst also getting his tongue as far in as possible. The then straighten up, spat on his cock and slowly went all the way in to the hilt. For the next hour he alternated between hammering away, and pulling out to try and fist me (he wasn’t very good at that part). Eventually he blew his load in me, but left his cock in all the way up to the hilt. He told me that he wanted me to keep his load inside me. I joked that it would all depend on how much he needed to piss. Although we hadn’t discussed it, he just told me to not move and not squeeze his dick with my ass. 30 seconds later he let out this groan of relief and I could feel his piss pouring into me. He told me to squeeze to keep it all in, then flipped me open and produced a dildo. He then fucked me with that until I shot my load over myself. Then it was a bit of a gymnastic display to get myself and the dildo to the bathroom without spilling anything, but I eventually managed it. I’m now on the train home with a slightly damp ass….

That depends on what part of the experience you value. Do you only enjoy swallowing their piss if their cock is in your mouth but not if they give it to you via a piss gag, or in a pint glass at the bars, etc? If you put that condition on it, one might also argue that you're not a true piss pig and that a true piss pig values their piss no matter how it's delivered. Why can't it be both ways? To me, that's a true piss pig, If a top wants me to drink it from his tap, I'm all for it. If they also want me to drink their piss, and their buddies' piss at the bars from a pint glass, pitcher or from the urinal, I'll gladly do that too. I wouldn't be so quick to question how any one person should embrace their talents. 😉

Not. Long. Enough. I like a good long session, at least 20-30 mins at minimum. Rarely happens but it does happen, which is why I enjoy group play so much. One of the guys in my group, about my age, usually drops a load in me after 10 minutes, then dresses and goes outside to smoke a cigarette or walk around the block while another guy takes his place, and when he comes back he goes for about 15 mins in my hole before he plants another one. When I top I go long, it seems the older I get the more stamina I have ('cause at my age, it's one and done for me ejaculationally speaking) so my bottoms get a good thrashing from me before I blow. I'm popular in our group lol - I fucked one young guy for over an hour before I bred his cute little navy ass. The guy who lasts the longest in me has ED - he pegs me in a sling with a variety of strap-ons until he just fucks the cum right outta me. Longest I lasted was an hour and half but he usually polishes me off in 30-45 minutes.

Actually, I think that sexual orientation is something that's inborn in us. It may take years to bubble up to the surface (to your religious comment), and depending on how steeped in that bullshit a kid is, it may never rise to the surface of his consciousness. I think that the control exerted by the hets, the religious, is the "construct". We live (at least here in the US) in a social construct that disavows our legitimacy, and thus our humanity, all based upon our sexual identity. They exert cultural control, and choose to disparage us, repress us, consider us 'less-than' themselves. Nice belief-system, huh? About the farthest thing from the belief-system they - like the proverbial "noisy gong" - loudly claim for themselves.

I love my reds and using my chest as a ashtray as I'm jerking 🚬💋

So as long as you're on Prep you believe it's ok to take anon blindfolded loads from anyone? That's like saying to armed robber... - Oh please your pistol is just a BB gun. Go away. - ...before they shoot off a couple of BB's at you as you, and as you say "ouch stop" they begin to pistol whip you to complete the job. Prep is not your bullet proof cuffs there Wonder Woman. Singleing out HIV or partiers leaves the entire history of STD's that can also kill you, that you could be infecting others with drippy dick. Unless the vending machines at Bath Houses now offer a cold shot of butt juice penicillin you are most likely a syphilis case away from being introduced to the next Public Health Official who wants to know everything about you. - Where ya been? Who'd ya see? Where'd ya meet? I need names.- And when they cannot get a hold of you they hunt you down through family and friends. - Hello. I'm from the city Public Health office. You must be Peter's mother. Can you tell me how I can reach him? It's nothing serious, yet. - Putting those with HIV and partiers on a long arm or in another room, and saying "No Offense", is laughable and needs to stop. The other STD's are just as bad if not worse in the sort term. Peace out!

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

Part 2 - My Cummy Sweater My erection popped through my shorts as I ran to Dolores. While stopped at a stoplight a few blocks away, I let some random drunk young twink with black hair tug at it. “Can I suck it?” He slurred as the walking man lit up. “I’m heading to Dolores. Wanna come?” “I’ll cum if you fuck me.” He said sloppily with a naughty smile. “Ok. Maybe I’ll see you there.” I jetted off running, unsure if he would join but not really caring. That young horny slut followed, almost keeping pace as I plowed up the hill. I plopped on the bench where Nico had fucked me, feeling the weight of the air as I caught my breath. I looked out at the city skyline, jerked my cock a bit, and waited a minute or so for the twink to join me. “You better give me that dick,” the twink announced himself as he panted over to the bench. He dramatically crashed on this knees in front of the bench and splayed his arms out over the seat. “Why did you make me do that?!” I laughed and rubbed the back of his head affectionately as he rested it on his arm. “A little bit of privacy. Unless you want me to fuck you on a busy street corner.” “It’s the Castro. No one gives a shit.” “Not wrong.” The twink abruptly stood up and started to shed his clothing. I had to get up to steady him and prevent him from clumsily tumbling down the hill as he wrangled with his jeans. He was a bit shorter than me at 5’7” or so, super skinny with a fat ass and an uncut 6” cock. He had no body hair from what I could tell. “How old are you?” I inquired. “19.” I didn’t want to be a jerk, but I knew I needed to verify. “ID?” “Really?” He turned around and bent over with his butt cheeks rubbing my erect cock. He was just reaching down to get his ID from his jeans, but this contact made me pray he wasn’t lying about his age. He handed me his ID. “I think you’ll find everything is in order officer.” I did the mental math and realized it was made easy by the date. “Good! Happy 19th Birthday Dae-Hyun!” He laughed. I knew I must have butchered his name. “Thanks. Just call me Dae.” “I’m Julius.” I leaned down to kiss him. Dae’s lips were soft and wet and opened wide to allow my tongue inside. He grabbed the back of my neck, lifted himself to the tips of his toes and kissed me. We laid down in the wet grass. I laid on my back while he straddled me, kissing me passionately and rubbing his asshole against my cock. I spit in my hand and reached around to press my cock against his ass. I wanted to slip it in. “No no no.” Dae teased. “Not yet, you dirty old man.” “Who you calling old?” I feigned outrage and flipped us over, laying him on the cold wet grass. He flinched uncomfortably from the chill. “Here, put this on.” I pulled off my sweater to reveal my muscular figure and put it on Dae. He seemed almost enamored by the gesture. “That’s not all you’re gonna give me, right?” “Just you wait.” I pulled his legs up and pressed them against his chest to expose his hole. It puckered as it met the cold air and pulsated as I glided my tongue around it and landed inside. His hole tasted delicious. I placed my mouth in an O around it and sucked it while pushing my tongue deeper. Dae moaned aloud and his cock twitched. After a few minutes of tasting him, I pushed my middle finger into his hole with my tongue. When his hole relaxed, I slid another finger in and moved up to kiss him. He wrapped his legs and arms around me. I slid a third finger inside him and felt his gooey insides. It got me so hard, leaking a lot of charged pre-cum. Fuck. I had forgot that I was positive. I couldn’t put Dae at risk, especially not on his birthday. “Dae, do you have a condom?” “I don’t. But I don’t care. No one uses condoms anymore. I need you inside me.” He pleaded. Out of nowhere, a husky voice: “Rawdog him bro.” I looked up to see Nico. His gym shorts were around his thighs, and his sweater unzipped. He was jerking that massive cock. The moon highlighted his scorpion tattoo. “Fuuuck,” Dae was drooling at the sight of that giant cock. “Impregnate that slut.” Dae looked at me longingly. “Julius, do it. Impregnate me.” I knew I should have told Dae why I was hesitant. Instead, I aimed my leaking cock at his open hole. I kissed Dae as I penetrated his sphincter. His hole was tight around my cock, but it sucked me in deeper and deeper until I pushed through his second hole. If Dae was in pain, he wasn’t showing it. He moaned as we made out and jolted as my balls met his hole. He ran his fingers through my hair and pleaded, “Fuck me Julius. Fill me.” I pounded that hole relentlessly. Dae loved it; he was moaning loudly, begging to be fucked harder and filled with my cum. Nico was sitting on the bench stroking his cock and erotically cheering us on. I could feel my cock swelling and my poz semen building up in my balls getting ready to launch. I knew I should pull out and, for a second, I thought I would. That is until Dae seemingly read my mind and exclaimed, “Julius, impregnate me! My pussy is yours!” I slammed my dick deep in his ass and exploded. My poz cum flooded his bowels. Dae squirted a lot of cum all over my sweater. We both looked down at it and laughed. I collapsed on him, forehead-to-forehead, and kissed him gently as I pulled out. “Happy Birthday Dae!” “I hope you enjoyed your gift.” Nico let out a boisterous laugh as he stood up and got behind me. “Move. It’s my turn.” I looked at Dae. He was staring at that massive cock. I could see he wanted more gifts, so I moved and sat up next to his head. Nico hoisted Dae’s legs and, in one rough shove, pushed his 10 inches all the way in. Dae’s eyes bulged open. Nico pounded Dae hard. I could feel Dae slipping back along the wet grass, so I held him in place. I kissed him to smother his shrieks until his body adjusted to the log in his butt. Nico’s body was hardening. The stinger of his scorpion tattoo aimed directly at Dae’s fertile hole. He was about to fill Dae with the same toxic cum that had infected me. I stopped kissing Dae and ran my fingers through his hair. “Get ready Dae. He’s gonna impregnate you with his boys.” Nico cackled as he heard me repeat his trademark words. “You’re gonna love your birthday gift, you cum-hungry whore.” He gripped Dae’s hips back and thrusted forward, emptying his toxic balls in this twink on his 19th birthday. Dae busted on my sweater once again. Nico slowly pulled out, and his massive deflating cock flopped out of Dae’s hole. A stream of toxic semen followed. He collected it with his fingers and roughly pushed it back in. Dae squealed meekly at the post-fuck fingering. Nico looked at Dae and smiled, “Gotta make sure you get all my boys in you. His boys too.” He stood up and walked to me. “Clean it off son.” I licked our positive cum and Dae’s ass juices off Nico’s dick and swirled my tongue underneath his foreskin. It tasted delicious. Nico pulled out of my mouth and grabbed my shoulder to yank me to my feet. He turned to Dae, still lying on the ground wearing only my cummy sweater. Without a word of warning, he unleashed a stream of piss directed at Dae’s face. “Drink it bitch.” Dae followed the command. He got on his knees and opened his mouth. “Use the toilet son.” Nico winked at me. Dae looked at me with begging eyes. I didn’t know if this meant he wanted my piss or he wanted me to say no. I had to piss. I aimed, closed my eyes and pictured a toilet. Dae struggled to keep up with both streams, and cascades of piss waterfalled onto my sweater and his cock. After Nico finished, he said nothing, simply pulled up his shorts, zipped up his jacket and wandered away. I tucked my cock back into my running shorts. “Had fun?” Dae looked up at me. His entire body was wet with piss, his hair and my sweater dripping. “I’m completely sober now.” He threw his arms out to his sides and smiled. “And I’ve never felt so high.” “The sex high is the best high.” We laughed. “Do you mind if I come over? I should really shower before I go home, or even get into an Uber.” “Wait. You don’t live with your parents, do you?” I teased. “How else can an 19-year-old afford to live in this city?” “Of course, you can come over. Just gotta be quiet. My roommate is probably asleep.” We must have looked ridiculous on our walk of shame back to my apartment. I only wore my jogging shorts while I held Dae’s clothes. He only wore my wet sweater which wasn’t nearly long enough to hide that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His dick and ass were out. As guys wandered by on their way home from the clubs, they stared. One older drunk even whipped his average dick out in an offer to fuck Dae against a tree on the sidewalk. Dae happily accepted, and the drunk slid his cock inside Dae’s used hole for a couple minutes. But after getting a prolonged whiff of Dae’s piss-covered body and grabbing a handful of Dae’s piss-soaked hair, the drunk pulled out and stumbled away. Dae looked at me and laughed. I gave him my hand. “You whore! Let’s just get you home.”

With all the talk about time wasting, and fantasy posts, I decide to make a post about getting laid in real life. As a caveat, when say say “not fucking” it’s the same as “not worth the effort.” Of course their are always exceptions, but why spend life chasing exceptions? Of course this is all based on my experience and generalizations. I would like to hear others experiences. It’s always fun to get tips and hints from others! Who Isn’t Fucking: Everytime Guy-This is the guy who is always online or at the cruising spot. Mostly because he’s picky as hell and never finds what’s he’s looking for. Hot Unsuccessful Straight Guy-These are guys who fucked a lot of girls when they were younger. Now their older, and women require them to produce, they can’t. But they’re so use to the attention, they’ll take it anywhere they can get it. Often, these are the “jo only” guys or guys who sit in their cars at known cruising spots. They secretly hate the gay men and what their doing. They value attention, not really men, and it will be mission trying to get anything action out of them. Has a BF of The Same Type-Seen this lots of times. For example, if a white guy wants to fuck, and has a black BF, I usually decline. I’ve heard the same from bear types. Yeah these guys may fuck, but it’s not worth the hoops if they have a jealous BF whose identity is tied to who they are in a relationship with. Self Described Twink Over 40-These guys will always see themselves as the 20 year old version of themselves. They’re on an eternal quest to turn back the clock, and are gonna mess only with guys that give them that lost magic. Complete basket cases The 4-Play Guy-Dudes kiss, suck, rub, and do anything else to make you forget theirs no fucking. Guys who want to fuck usually say so or do out front. Who Is Fucking: Successful Married Man-Successful men, especially straight, have plenty of sexual options. Especially good looking ones. If they are online, cruising etc it’s because they want to be. Younger Men-I mean of age. The Older Nerd/“INCEL”-These guys have usually tried and failed to get the attention of women. They’re over it and eager to try something new and feel appreciated. The Hot Guy-I’ve always said hot guys are easier to talk too. They usually have low ego’s and are very secure. The 6:00 Guy-If a guys hitting you up after work or looking for sex, he wants to fuck. He has other options but he’s choosing you or to be in that location. Go for it!

@versmetropig - I’m yet to be bent over the arm of a couch - but I bet you have something similar placed in mind for me. Hopefully I’ll almost be upside down in order for the right strength of slampiss to flood my guts.

Should also add that as a bottom, my ideal scenario is for me to cum in my top's mouth after he's bred me. This way, nothing ever goes to waste. There's an undeniable bonding that happens when you can share each of your loads with one another.

So I am writing this both because i enjoy it, and because Behindonestep requested it, and i hope one day to breed his slutty ass. So i decided to write a bit from his perspective before i move on to Part 3 from my perspective. So this next part i wrote is from his perspective. Part 1.5 Slut's vacation I had gotten in so late that night and knew all I wanted to do was get cock shoved in my hole as much as possible. I had to be so much more careful when I was home. Too many times it was careful fucks with guys who would want to own me, humiliate me, or change me. I couldn’t just walk around dressed slutty looking a little dumb and hoping some guy would just ask to plow me and me let them at home. So, this weekend was my chance. I wanted to be the biggest himbo I could. I had even worn a crop top on the plane, trying to advertise as much as possible. I didn’t quite do the short shorts yet on the plane, I did however have a jock on that had a strap that rode up that anyone could see. Sadly, I had very few bites. A few fun looks, but no one asked until I was getting off the plane. One of the flight attendants asked if I was going out and if I needed any suggestions. I told him I had planned on going to the baths. He smiled and said he had an overnight stay the next evening and he hoped to see me at some club. I was sad to not get his cock and load then but hopped to catch him the next day. I went straight to the baths and had a fantastic evening. Stripped down to my jock and walked around for the night. Made it to the porn theater and saw a guy jacking off, he wasn’t the hottest guy I had seen but his cock was calling to me. I walked over moved his hand and went down on him. He grabbed my head and let me blow him. Before long another guy came up and sat next to the guy I was blowing and he started petting on my ass. That perked me right up. I practically put my ass in his lap. He was groping all around and started fingering at my hole. I had planned on being a super slut so I had pre lubed myself. I think he was surprised to find it so slick. He got a finger in without much trying and I moaned into the cock that was lodged in my throat. That seemed to bring some attention to what was going on. The guy I was blowing suddenly noticed I was getting fingered by his chair neighbor and decided to claim what he felt was his. He said, “He started blowing me first, I get first crack at his ass.” The man fingering my hole seemed a little tense at that. So, I took matters into my own hands. I stopped blowing the first guy, got up and sat straight down on his dick. I tried to go a bit to fast and wasn’t nearly stretched enough at first, but I was determined. He didn’t stop me. At the same time, I made the other guy stand up. He was a lanky 40’s man with a nice size uncut cock I had to put in my mouth. So here I was, riding one cock like it was candy for my hole that my ass couldn’t stop licking. And trying to inhale this hot cock down my throat. I felt like such a proper slut. I really wished someone would frame a pic of this for themselves. Not to blackmail me or humiliate me, just appreciate my talents and see me for who I am inside. I wanted to please these men. I wanted to feel their cocks in my body, but most of all I wanted to feel them cum. I wanted their juices flowing into my body and have them leave satisfied but me overfilled with the man scuzz I craved. And then it happened. The first dude started to spasm and groan. I felt his prick thicken and spit its hot load into me. I barred down to get it deep and let him keep squeezing all that DNA into me. I pulled myself free and turned around to clean his cock off. He was super sensitive but let me. He eventually pushed me out of the way so he could stand up. The other guy took my turn around as his chance to get into my ass. He pushed me over the bench and started railing on my now filled hole. It was fantastic. I let him go to town ridding my ass till he finally blew in my hole. As I felt him blow his load, I realized I felt several more hands on my body. It made me smile. That meant there were more men there that wanted to use me for their own pleasure. So, I let them. I lost track of how many men fucked me. Several didn’t want to cum in me right of way. Which is okay in general but generally I am here for the cum. I don’t want you plowing my hole and driving out the juices I am collecting if you aren’t adding any new jizz. So, after the 3 guys in a row had fucked me and not cum there was a small break where no one wanted in my hole. I took that to mean no one else here was gonna flood my hole and decided to move on. I limped a bit and headed toward the showers with cum running down my legs when I saw the entrance to the darkroom/maze. I couldn’t pass it up. I decided to head in there and see if anyone else needed to nut in me, I didn’t wanna be done yet. I found a nice comfortable corner where there was a half wall/ledge I could lean across. It let me rest but also left my ass exposed. But I was in a dark deep corner and worried no one would fine me. Luckily it wasn’t long till I felt some new hands. They were groping my ass. And I heard his deep breathing and excitement as he found the cum running down my leg. It made me smile. His fingers and hand were solid but so excited. They found my hole and both playing in and trying to shove more of the cum in my ass. I was lightly moaning at this man having fun with my ass. He put his face down there and I could feel his breath on my hole. He licked around my hole and started putting fingers in me, I thought to stretch me, which I didn’t need. But then I realized I think he just wanted to play in the cum. I was worried he was going to try and suck all the cum out, but instead he just played and whispered into my hole. It was like he was licking and sweet talking my slut hole. He stood up and put the head of his cock at my entrance. I was loose as hell and knew he could just dive in, but he seemed to want to savor my body, my hole, and my sluttiness. I desperately just wanted him to fuck and load my hole. I tried to push back and he let me, but once he was in my ass he just held on tight to leave himself feeling my ass as I tried to squeeze and squirm around it but not too hard because I didn’t wanna lose all the cum in me by squeezing too much. He finally started moving and it felt wonderful. I kept trying to flex around his cock to keep him happy and fucking me. And then I felt him lean forward. He took ahold of my nipples and started tugging. It made me grunt and squirm. I loved it. Then he grabbed my balls in my jock and pulled. He seemed to be loving my ass and kept fucking harder. He went back to my nipples. It felt like he was trying to rip my nipples off at times, he seemed to like to hear me grunt, yell and exclaim. He even whispered in my ear as he is railing me, “your nipples would be even better pierced, boy” “I would do it as soon as I can sir” Apparently that worked for him. Just a few more strokes and he pushed hard into me. And then I knew it was happening. Felt his balls pull up, heard his breathing changed and then the telltale pulsing as he shot his load inside me. It made me shake with joy as I knew I was getting another load. He held me for a while just letting his cock stay in me as deep as he could. Eventually it started to soften, and he pulled out of me. I turned around as quick as I could in the dark and proceeded to clean his now cum covered cock. I was enjoying it immensely, putting my tongue in every nook and cranny I could find when suddenly there was a squirt in my mouth. I had hoped he had cum some more, but it was piss. It surprised me at first, it was such and hard and sudden spurt. It almost made me choke, but I quickly swallowed as a good little slut should and latched on closer to the base in case, he wanted to give me more. I wish I could have looked up at him to let him know he could do more, but it was far too dark. So then he let go another quick stream, and since I was more prepared I swallowed it straight down no problem, and gave him a little nod. He got the hint and unleased a good beers worth of piss and I swallowed it all. Left his cock spick and span. He then patted me on the head and thanked me. I belched and worried that wouldn’t be something he would like but he helped stand me up right into his arms and I had thought he wanted to hug me so I was gonna do that, but he turned me around and put me back over the chair height wall and patted me on the ass. He thanked me again and as if my ass was a magnet his hand went back to the hole and fingered me more time. Then suddenly he is standing me up and kissing me. It was awkward at first finding each other in the dark but then he added his cum covered finger to our kiss and held me hard with his other hand and I melted. I would give this man kids if I could I swear. Or at least let him keep pumping sperm into me to his hearts content to try. Ha! And then he was done. He left me there short of breath, full of his sperm and piss. He bent back over the wall, patted my ass and was gone. I waited there for another 15 or 20 minutes to see if anyone else found me. But sadly no. I wondered back out to the front and couldn’t see anything going on. Wondered around for a bit sad my first slut night was winding down. I went back to the locker to get my stuff and decided to be daring and walk to my car naked. It wasn’t till I was walking out the front door I remembered I didn’t have a car rented this trip. So, I called an uber as I slid my slut shorts back on. To my surprise the front desk clerk at the bathhouse came out and asked if I called an uber. I told him yes. He was a 50 yo leather daddy. He told me he would take me home, he was an uber driver. He made me blow him all the way back to my hotel. Then got out, followed me to the room and pounded out my hole for a good hour. He told me he had wanted to get ahold of me earlier, but his shift hadn’t ended yet. I told him to tell his friends. He said he would for the next night, but it was way to late to get them over tonight. So, there I slept in some tight shorts, hoping to hold as much cum in as possible knowing I would wake up in a wet pool of cum most likely, but so happy to be on slut’s vacation.

Well this is strange place I, Darius, find myself in at the moment sitting here waiting for my new lover to move in to the house that I now own after my previous lover sadly passed away. Now don't get me wrong it was inevitable as his health deteriorated rapidly over the last few months of his life and I had the luxury of time to adjust and prepare myself, and yes he died from hiv complications. He was the one I crazily got seduced by and now I am his legacy and continuing what he started 20 years ago, back then I was a randy and always horny 22 year old and he, Curtis, was a cum shooting 40 year old that loved dipping his dick in to greedy asses and breeding them. Oh Curtis, when I think about him I get hard without any question and all through our time together there was never any day where I didn't get 3 or 4 loads from him and sometimes 6 or 7 at the weekends. I'm now rock hard and oozing toxic pre-cum courtesy of Curtis's strain my underwear now has a sticky wet patch that I finger and lick remembering him. Curtis stood five feet eleven slightly taller than my five feet seven which he always maintained provided him easier access to my ass when we fucked missionary style, his swimmers build was perfectly bronzed. Unusual for a guy with strawberry blond hair and green eyes who usually go red then fade, his undeniable quality was his cock which probed the inner depths of my body at eight and a half inches long and 7 inches thick, when fully erect you could crash a car in to it and do a lot of damage to the car as it stood rock hard like an iron bar on a mission. Me, oh I still retain my firm pert ass and ample seven inch cock, my body is a little wider but still fairly trim and there are grey hairs coming through the mousy brown hair as age defines me. So while I am waiting for my new lover Zack to appear who is 10 years my junior I thought I would write down about how my toxic life began all those years ago. Fresh out of education and working with an accountancy company I had rented a small place not far from Gihrardelli square in San Fran, it was modest but serviced my needs and was comfortable with a great view over the bay. The location was great as it was close enough to the city and plenty of gay action around the area, being new to the area I was much in demand having moved there from Oakland. I had returned from a run along the shore line and showered walking around the apartment with a towel wrapped around me feeling particularly horny as always after I had been running. I wasn't in the mood for company and about to fire up Grindr only to find my phone battery had died, I put it on charge and opened up my laptop and decided to go on to a gay porn site and find some fuck clips, you know one of the free ones. As usual I found some of the barebacking clips not that I ever did raw sex but liked watching them and finding ones where the top actually loaded the bottom rather than pulling out to cum then putting it back in afterwards, I didn't know then why I found those videos disappointing but when it was clear to see the top actually orgasm deep in his bottom it always got me off. I tutted to myself as another clip ended with a wasted load over the bottoms ass instead of in it, I scrolled down to the screen to look at the related clips any my attention was drawn to the thumbnail of a guy holding his erect cock with what looked like quite a big PA. The person wasn't a double take looker in fact just pretty ordinary and the clip was only 3 minutes long so I decided to have a look anyway and soon I was hooked watching as the guy was rubbing his cock talking to the camera. "You like this don't you it is what you pervs crave, my toxic cock buried deep inside you unleashing it's destruction. That's right guys unmedicated poz cock and my viral load grows day by day, you haven't lived until you have had the thrill of feeling my 8.5 inches of rock hard ass destroyer pulsing deep inside knowing it will infect you and bring you in to the brotherhood for life. I need to fuck you pussy boys and let you feel what a real man fucking you feels like, I will fuck you and knock you up and don't even think for one minute I will pull out if you ask me to as it ain't gonna happen. You should feel how hard it is right now, it feels so good in my hand but it needs your neg ass to breed". The clip ended and one of those annoying ads appeared, I looked down and my cum soaked hand having been so engrossed and turned on by him I had jacked off within those 3 minutes, my face was flustered and I found myself panting lightly at my orgasm. I bookmarked the link to this clip and over the next few nights I would watch it again and again. It got to the point that I even created an account on the porn site to leave a comment, surprisingly only 7 comments had been left mostly about how mice the meat looked and how they would like to get to fucked. I looked at his profile shocked to find that his location was San Fran and his scree name "SteelCock" made me smile but his last online date was around 9 months ago, did I detect disappointment hell yes but anyway I still left a comment it was the least I could do for the pleasure it brought me in 3 minutes. "Always gets me hard and jacking off listening to him and watching him massage his beautiful cock". I hit the submit button and logged off going to bed as it was coming up to 11pm. The next day I logged on and saw that a couple of people had like my comment and I saw one response "ditto", I logged in to my account decided to leave a thumbs up on the guy who responded, but immediately my attention was drawn to the flashing "Message Waiting" on the screen. I clicked on it not really sure what to expect but I stared at the screen seeing the message was from SteelCock, I clicked to open the message. "Hey, see you are in SF though not much detail on your profile, hit me up if your neg and willing for a guaranteed breeding". It was short but to the point, I was in a state of shock reading and re-reading the message but I was kind of drawn in, but also wondering if the guy really was real and genuine but kind of turned on at the same time. I was the kind of guy who let older guys fuck me but I usually drew the limit at 30 years old, but in turn I especially liked to fuck guys my age or younger. My hands were already tapping at the keyboard typing out a response blindly. "Hey, not so sure on the willing but hell your hot and loved your clip, I am 22". Needless to say our messages went on for a couple of days where gradually he coaxed more and more out of me, I should have paid more attention to what I said in my first message to him where I stated "not so sure" as he took that as a "probability" and carefully but not overstepping boundaries he was dropping seductive comments in his messages to me. As the weekend drew nearer he asked I plucked up the courage to see if we wanted to meet face to face in public and have a coffee, partly out of sussing out if he was real, surprisingly he agreed and that Saturday afternoon I sat in Gihrardelli square waiting where he told me to be at the coffee shop outside. He said that I would recognise him from the clip without any doubt and he wasn't wrong, I'm not sure if I smiled but I got his eye as soon as he turned the corner and appeared. He sat opposite me after getting us both a coffee and we casually chatted, there was no mention of sex, just a normal conversation with what I was beginning to see was a charismatic charming guy who I knew had a devious streak and wanted only one thing, but I was to drawn in by him and we kind of clicked and got on really well. We had several casual meetings at the same coffee shop a few times a week in the evenings to the point where I was neglecting having sex with guys and concentrating purely on him, when I returned home each time I would jack off furiously completely horned up imagining having sex and feeling his cock deep inside me. A few weeks later we met on a Sunday afternoon for a light lunch then as usual we headed down to the shore for a walk. "So Darius tell me about your love life" he asked as we walked along the shore, I chuckled "I don't have a love life just fucks for the moment", he smiled "A sexy young guy like you and you have no lover". I smiled and bumped my shoulder against his in a friendly gesture "When I am ready then maybe but just not found the right one" a statement that was partially true as I was growing fonder of Curtis as we got to know each other. He looked at me all serious like "You know I want to fuck you Darius and have so since we first me" his statement caught me unaware although it was something I kind of knew that still caused conflicting emotions in me "You don't see me as a friend then" I asked wanting to get an angle of what he was really thinking, his hand patted my shoulder "I do like you Darius but I want to breed your neg ass real good" I literally shuddered hearing the words. "But how do you know I am neg?" I asked as the thought struck me, he chuckled "Your resisting having sex with me Darius it is that obvious", I walked quiet for a moment lost for something to say "I don't know" I replied taking a deep breath to steady myself "I jack off thinking about you every night and more so after we have been together" fuck why did I say that I thought to myself, I was revealing more and more about me to him without rhyme or reason. He smirked and patted my ass "Deep down you want this to happen don't you Darius" he said without looking at me as we climbed around a rock outcrop on the shore finding ourselves alone, my resistance to him was waning more and more "If you used a condom I would fuck without hesitation" I stopped walking feeling a chilly breeze from the ocean coming ashore, he stopped and looked at me "Condom is no use it will break easily from the pounding I will give you so its pointless to start with" he replied raising his hand and stroking the side of my face "It is just a matter of time before you willingly let me take you" he said with confidence. I gulped as he moved closer to me sensing what was about to happen and I was secretly only to ready to kiss him, he leaned forward his lips brushing mine but he quickly kissed me on the cheek "Let's head back I think we have walked far enough" he said turning to walking off. I was close to throwing a tantrum for some reason, he had well and truly teased me making me yearn even more for him. Curtis was smiling but I couldn't see his face, he knew I was hooked and would end up under him for sure. He was good at playing it cool the next time we met for a coffee as if we had never spoken about him gifting me, our chats and meetings were getting longer and longer as I really enjoyed his company. It was during one of our walks along the shore a few days later that I ventured to ask him "How many have you done it to?" half not expecting much of a response but he looked at me "Knowingly about 2 a year, but plenty have had my seed through casual fucking" he replied, guessing he was being open with me I probed further "Do they all get it then?" he smiled and for the first time he put his arm around my shoulder "Unless there really lucky but most get infected, I have a very high viral load and by the time I finish with them it is already in their system", it was kind of creepy hearing this but I didn't pull away from him "And you only do them the once?" I asked looking up at him. He stopped "Your very curious this evening. I never usually go back for seconds it can be awkward" he said with his eyes fixed on me, "I see and are they ones that don't know what your doing to them?" I felt very awkward asking that silly question but he nodded "If they show any hesitation I will stealth them" his arm holding me closer as we continued walking. We reached back to Gihrardelli square and was about to part company when I did the stupidest thing and asked him if he wanted to come back to mine, Curtis looked at me and smiled "No I don't think so your not ready for me yet" he said and it was a very obvious statement of his intention. My face must have been a picture of disappointment and conflict and Curtis registered this and knew that actually I was seduced enough ready for the taking. "I have an idea, a friend of mine has a house in Napa, why don't we go there this weekend we can leave Friday and come back Sunday?" he suggested and it sounded like a great idea to escape the city, I knew what I was letting myself in for and agreed trying to put a casual "Yeah that sounds nice" kind of attitude. My walk home was hasty as I needed to wank big time, Curtis would pick me up at 4pm on Friday and finally we would be spending time together. I wasn't fooled and realised I had just committed myself to getting hiv willingly but was it worth the price, probably not and the dumbest thing I would ever do, Curtis had got me to fallen in love with him and as it stood I was willing to do anything for him. It was so casual as if we were friends going away for the weekend, we had been here for an hour and he made no advances towards me just the kiss on the cheek as he picked me up. We had a lovely dinner in Sonoma and headed back to the house perched on a hill overlooking the vineyards that was quite magical. I stood on the veranda watching the landscape and somehow at peace with my decision to come here, I remembered him saying that most of the guys he knocked up had been one time hook ups and strangely felt that maybe I was being treated differently, my thoughts interrupted as he approached carrying a glass of wine for me. I sighed looking out over the rolling hills "It's perfect here isn't it?" he said and I nodded sipping my wine "It is quite special here" I replied, Curtis put his arm around me "Special place for a special person" he kissed me on the head, he pulled his phone out and set it on video holding it up so we were both in shot before pressing the record button and what proceeded was the most unusual conversation that helped seal my fate. Curtis spoke first "So Darius why did you agree to come here with me?" "You invited me here" I replied looking at him. Curtis smiled "Are you turned on by me Darius?" "I think you know that but yes incredibly so" I replied looking at the phones screen. "Do you want me to fuck you or make love to you Darius?" he asked watching me. I hesitated briefly and went for broke "Both". Curtis laughed "You understand that I only fuck bareback and will cum inside you?". I nodded "Yes". "You know I am hiv positive and have a very high viral load that will infect you?" he said smirking. "Yes" I gulped which sounded louder in my head than it actually was. Curtis smiled "Are you willingly going to engage in bareback sex with me and let me breed you?". The words bouncing in my ears but I nodded "Yes, willingly". "Why is that Darius?" Curtis asked looking into the phones screen. I wanted to say it but should I pausing for a moment unsure what to say before I opened my mouth "I'm in love with you". Curtis abruptly stopped recording and put the phone and my glass of wine down turning me to him and before I could gauge his reaction his tongue was already deep in my mouth kissing me. His arms wrapped around my back picking me up and carrying me to the bedroom where we both stripped naked in between the frantic kissing, my hand delved down finding his cock that was pressed up hard against me. I must have looked shocked when I finally felt it with my hand for the first time, it was thick and it was as hard definitely the hardest cock I had ever felt and then the PA was cool to touch, Curtis smiled and his tongue licked my lips "You know that is going in your ass and won't come out until I have left you with my gift Darius". Curtis ran his hands up my chest then pushed me backwards hard, falling on the bed his hands quickly grabbing my legs pulling me forward until my ass hung over the edge of the bed, his legs hooking mine around his hips as he leaned forward his face inches from mine "I'm going to give it to you Darius make no mistake about it" his words filtering through the haze of desire to be fucked by him "You want it and I know you do", where had this come from I quickly questioned my decision, how had he reduced me to this I began thinking but his tongue was invading my mouth again, any resistance I had at knowing this was a bad decision was gone. Curtis knew the power of seduction but he never expected it would result in me falling in love with him, it was his patience at not rushing me in the first place that paid off in his eyes. I moaned subtly as I felt the metal rubbing at my hole with the pressure gradually increasing prising my hole open, my arms pinned above my head and he continued kissing me deep. The searing pain reverberated around my hole moving deeper as he finally pushed the head of his cock in to my ass, I couldn't scream only moan and mumble my mouth full of his tongue. My arms wriggling in a pretence of trying to escape, he tightened hold of my arms and looked at me "Don't fight it Darius you have been waiting for me to do this" he said. My eyes giving away my desire drove him on, the pain grew in intensity slowly guiding and forcing his cock through my unlubed ass, pushing his cock deep my ass opened wider the deeper he penetrated me, tiny tears opening in my anal wall as the head of his cock and PA worked their way in. My legs clamped around his waist squeezing as my back arched and I moaned louder my eyes watering from the pain, but my legs squeezing gave him all the encouragement he need pushing the final 3 inches hard and without mercy in to me until he was balls deep and coming to a rest. Finally he stopped kissing me and I gasped and moaned trying to thrash around but his cock had me staked on the bed, I looked up from the watery eyes as a tear escaped the corner "Breed me" I commanded out of nowhere, he smiled "Your mine Darius" and gave me several hard thrusts causing me to scream in pain or pleasure I don't remember which but my back arched higher as he wriggled his ass and the cock massaged deep inside my ass, a pleasure I had never felt before overtook me and my mouth filled with his tongue again. Some say that long strokes are good for fucking, but I can tell you that feeling his cock buried so deep in my body, his balls pressed up hard against my ass and just his hips doing the thrusting turned my world upside down when it came to sex in the future. The pain had gone only to be replaced by the feeling of him filling my ass with his cock was more than I could take, my own cock jolted and I cried in to his mouth as my cum shot up both of our chests. Curtis moaned in pleasure in to my mouth the speed of his hips movement increasing along with the intensity he stopped kissing me and looked me in the eye "Your ready for breeding Darius" he said smirking as a bead of his sweat dripped on to my face "What do you want Darius" he asked intently staring at me never missing a beat with his fucking. I looked up at him "Fuck me please" I said, he smirked again "Tell me what you really want Darius" this time he ground his hips hard against me "Ahh fuck, breed me give it to me" I was now pleading but he simply smiled "No that's not it Darius tell me what you want" he asked again, he was going to make me say it "Poz me give me your toxic seed" I almost cried wondering how I could be such a dirty slut and say those words. What had Curtis done to me in such a short space of time was reduce me to a bug chasing bottom begging to get knocked up. Curtis looked and smiled at me he hips ramping up and I could now feel the pain again in my ass as he started to really fuck me harder "That's a good boy you know what you want now but then you always wanted it didn't you?" he asked kissing me tenderly this time, I nodded "You knew I wanted it" I could see the look in his eyes as he tried to hold off from breeding me edging himself them slowing, a trick that allows the balls to build up a momentous amount of cum that would be ready and poised to strike their victim. His cock showed no signs relinquishing it's destructive duty in my ass and I found myself pleading over and over for him to impregnate me with his seed. My ass was beginning to feel painfully sore at the constant pumping of his cock, Curtis looked up and groaned loudly before returning his gaze to me a big grin on his face "Oh baby your fucked for life now" he groaned and slammed his hips so hard against my ass I thought it would split open. The jolts from his hips felt like electric shocks running through and down to the end of his cock as it jumped and pulsed hard against my anal wall finally releasing his toxic seed flooding me and seeping in to the tears of my bleeding ass, Curtis groaned continuously for what seemed like ages finally collapsing on top of me his mouth seeking mine as we kissed and his hips ground against my ass. When he finally took his cock painfully out of my ass he looked down at me "Breeding you felt better than I could have imagined, welcome to the brotherhood Darius", he climbed on the bed and held me in his arms for an hour before turning the light off and falling asleep. I woke up early in the morning and ran to the bathroom, I sat on the toilet letting out a bubbling fart followed by a steady stream of his cum mixed with my blood now a rusty brown colour, I looked down at the result of our fuck and couldn't believe how much of his toxic seed had been released in to my body. I felt bad and stupid and slowly wiped my ass that was still tender and returned to the bedroom climbing back in to bed, Curtis stirred cuddling up against me I could feel his cock growing nestled between my ass cheeks, slowly his body pushed me on my stomach, rolling on top of me his cock slipping deeper between my ass cheeks seeking my hole, I winced at the pain but he was already pushing it back deep inside me. This time he slowly fucked me for several hours breeding me a further 3 times before we even got out of bed, he leaned his head forward to face me "Did you mean what you said last night?" he asked, I looked slightly confused "What did I say?", he smiled "You love me". I looked him in the eye and nodded "Yes". By the time we left on Sunday evening I took a couple of more hard poundings from him but mostly our time was spent making love. We saw each other most nights for a week until I fell ill where he cared for me and after I was better I got tested and confirmed that Curtis had indeed converted me. He seemed happy but then one night I was going through the porn site looking for his clip via my bookmark but it was not found, even his profile had been deactivated. I didn't know what to make of it at first until there was a knock at the door and he stood there holding his hand "Darius come you belong with me" was all that he said, hence this is where my toxic life began. All through the 20 years Curtis and I was breed guys either willingly or by stealth at the bathhouse, until that fateful day 15 years in to our relationship that Zack contacted us through a website. He was one smart well educated dirty slut who craved us to keep him prisoner until he converted, well Zack joined us the house we now owned Napa for a long weekend where Curtis and I took turns nailing the pool guys ass. When Zack wasn't getting fucked he turned his attention to me and although 10 years younger he made me his bitch quite easily due to his quite muscular build, Curtis would quite often film Zack recharging me with his own strain of our seed. Over the course of several months Zack confessed he had fallen in love with us both since that weekend he converted and he made a solemn promise to Curtis after his health deteriorated that he would move in and take care of me, Curtis smiled and whispered thank you to him. True to his words he arrived just as I finish recounting my meeting with Curtis his belongings in tow, Zack kissed me deeply.

Part 24, Mr. Big leaves his mark. As I knelt there, I could tell by the vibrations and little sounds most people were leaving the room. I think it was Daron was still behind me petting my hair and holding on to my leash. Everything seemed very still for a few minutes. The way Daron was holding me, I knew I was to stay still. 'Perfect', I heard through the ear buds, 'I am ready... come to me boy' I looked to the left and to the right not understanding exactly where the sound was coming from. But then I felt a yank on my chain and got up on all fours. I felt the leash being pulled toward where I think the door was. I again heard this sound in my head. 'Good girl, let your big brother bring you to me, come on, be a good girl and come to me' I kept walking on all fours. Feeling some dust and sand from the creaky wooden floors get stuck in my hands and knees. Then I heard. 'That's good Daron, bring the little bitch right in here to me. What a pretty girl she is. Are you a good girl princess? Wag for me.' Somehow, I knew to nod my head and I think my butt even moved left to right. 'Good girl, that's right, turn left a little through the door.' With the ear buds in, I could only hear half the conversation in my head, so I wasn't exactly sure what was happening, but I did hear.... 'Is she in heat? (pause) Nice, did she spot on her way down the hall? (pause) What color was it? (pause) Pure white? (pause) Good, I know how little muscle man likes to do his stretching exercises. She must have good strength. (pause) Ok, have her sit there and shut the door on you way out and deadbolt me in here with her, I will text when I need something. And keep an eye out for Tony and Jax. I had a very disturbing text from Jax that Tony was on the warpath so I got to hurry. Now, go.' I felt the leash be laid on my back down to my butt and I sat up like a had in the other room. I felt footsteps vibrate the floor near me as he got closer. I felt him pick the leash up and put his hand under my chin. He raised my head with one hand and ran his big, I mean huge hand over my head and down my shoulders, he just petted me for a minute and I could feel my cock getting harder than a rock. I dont know what it has been with my erections lately, but my cock was so hard it was hurting. It was a strange sensation to see darkness, hear nothing, but just sense movement and occasionally his very deep voice in my head. 'I will have to thank your daddy for letting you come over when I see him. You must be the new special load carrier he hired that I heard so much about last night? I would have love to come to the party but my invite got lost apparently due to an 'oversight' on Mr. Ali's part. So thank you for the special delivery. What limits did your daddy put on you? I didn't know what to do, I knew I couldn't speak or at least I didn't feel it was my place to speak, so I shrugged my shoulders. 'Oh of course, pups cant speak, can they?' and he laughed. His laughter seemed to be getting louder and darker in my head... almost sinister. 'Let me ask it this way, did your daddy give you any limits to make his customer's happy'? I shook my head no. 'Good, I don't do limits anyway, and fuck, I used my free pizza loyality card, so I feel entitled to help myself for a nice tip.' I could sense he was moving and felt a tug on the leash. I was jerked to the left and I began to crawl over toward the direction being pulled. I heard in my head 'jump up on the bed here, just kneel there in the wet spot pup.... (pause) Get the fuck off the bed and get into your chair you fucking whore.' I froze, I didn't know what to do. I felt some commotion on the bed. I felt his hand on my head after realizing he had scared me and said. 'Oh sorry princess, not you, there was another bitch on the bed, but he is worthless and is all sloppy now. But sorry, he fucking bleed all over the fucking nice sheets that I had. I will fucking rub his nose in it later. But yes, just lay there. On your back.' I could feel the wetness from the sheets on my butt and lower back. My shoulders and head were in a dry spot. I soon felt Mr. Big between my legs. He reached his arm under my thighs and pulled me toward the edge of the bed. My butt was in the warmer wet spot and my back and head were now in the colder slimy wet spot of the bed. 'Good girl, stay right there. I know your daddy and Uncle Terry have a big dick, but would you like to feel Mr. Big? I nodded. 'I am sure if does hurt, you worthless little faggit twink. Don't make me come over there and shut you up, you little whinning snivveling whore. I dont know how many times I need to tell idiots like you, you shouldn't fucking go online looking for BBC if you cant handle a real big black cock. Now Shut the fuck up and watch a real gift from heaven take dick.' I smiled and I my left hand found Mr. Big. Holy fuck, it was bigger around than my wrist, I couldn't even get my hand around the whole thing. and it was as long as my forearm. I smiled. 'Hey fag, bring my pup over a fresh bottle of Amsterdam poppers from that fridge over there. Now, faggit....., damn, hurry the fuck up....' A few seconds later, I felt someone getting back on the bed and felt my nose being pinched shut and the vapors filled my head. There was music now playing in my head, dance party music like they would play at those bars were lust and sin fester. In addition to the music I could hear Mr Big saying... 'deeper boy, hold, hold, keep holding, ok exhale. Now repeat that you fucking twink until he goes limp.' I felt pressure at my hole. A lot of pressure. Oh fuck, I hope daddy was right when he said I would be amazed at how much it can stretch. With searing pain, I grabbed ahold of the wet sheets, my hand was covered in slime, it smelt like iron and piss and cum and lube. 'Be a good princess, I know you can do it.... come on baby, make your daddy proud, you are so close, come on baby, let Mr. Big in.' And with his encouragement and the 4th hit of deep poppers I felt my hole give way. If felt like it was tearing from the based to my belly button, but I could feel his huge cock snaking his way into my pussy. Stretching and stretching, tearing and tearing its way in. 'Good job little prince. You are doing great, you are sucking my cock in now, you feel that?' And he was right, like a vacuum trying to suck up and eggplant, I felt his cock pushing deeper into me. Within a couple minutes, I heard, 'You did it, you are only the second person to let me bottom out in them. You are fucking amazing.' And I smiled big and had an image of my daddy's face in my head. But then he started to pull out, again, like the suction of a plunger stuck in a toilet, it came back out. And went back in, and came back out and slowly, he picked up speed. 'Ok twink, but the bottle down and play with his nipples, rub them and roll them like I did on yours. Good faggit, you can at least do that right'. 'Oh pup, guess what?' I shrugged my shoulders. 'Your hole is magic, do you know what just happened?' I shrugged again. 'The first couple times I pulled out there was white sperm on my cock from the other guys, but thanks to the magic of your pussy, it turned it a little pink.' I felt his strokes picking up speed. 'Keep going baby, you are doing great, keep working that magic, it is pretty bright pink now and getting frothy like cherry cool whip.' He put his hands on my ankles and pushed my legs into the air and wide apart, I was laying there spread eagle taking the biggest cock I can imagine there being. I was so happy that he was pleased and would be glad my daddy had me come over. I smiled knowing my hole even did a magic trick for him, daddy is right I am so lucky to have this gift. I just wish daddy could see me now. 'Oh jesus, oh fuck, oh fuck, you fucking sweet pussy, look the fuck at that hole sucking my bloody cock into it. You ready boy? you ready for the biggest darkest gift you ever had?' I felt like I was already getting it, but I shouted out 'fuck yes, give it to me.' I heard Mr. Big moaning, groaning, laughing all at once and he collapsed onto me. I felt him bite my neck really hard, I tried to push away, but he bit harder. 'I just need to leave my external mark as well, so your daddy knows I was here, tell him it is a message from me and that i told you that you will be back for more. Once a boy like you goes big, there aint no going back to pin dicks. If you ever get tired of working for him, you would be amazing on my team. But, I should tell you, I wont always be so gentle, Mr Big can get pretty rough.' I smiled and my dick flexed against his belly. 'He bit my neck on the other side and said, you are a fucking slut that is going to need a lot of Mr. Big. Remember that boy, when you think it is a dream, your cock will tell you it is real and that pussy will twitch for more of the gift of Mr. Big, remember that?' I nodded And with that the whole room shook with several loud Incredibly loud bangs. Even with my head phones on, I could hear noise. It sounded like someone was trying to tear the house down. Even with the ear phones on I heard daddy yelling. 'Let me the fuck in there now or I am going to bust this fucking door down and have every cop in the city over here.'

Today was pretty casual, and my partner Shane was chatting on and off with a few guys on Grindr. After dinner, a guy from UMass said he’d like to come over for some hot tub time. We hung out a bit when he arrived, and then stripped down and jumped in the tub. The guy was hot looking — browning-red hair, blue eyes, 6’, lean athletic build, and sporting a large cock (even while it wasn’t erect). Chatted awhile out there as the sun set, shared a bottle of wine, and enjoyed the casual progression of touching under the water. Finally Shane sat along the edge of the tub and the guy went right down on his cock, using one hand to hold Shane’s hardon while he worked his mouth along the shaft. We took turns sitting along the edge getting each of our cocks worked over. The UMass student’s hardon was about 7.5” and thick, with a nice smooth head that mushroomed wider than the shaft. At one point, both he and Shane were leaning over the side of the tub in the twilight, showcasing their asses and sweet holes. I went back and forth, tonguing both their tight holes, and gently probing one with a finger while my tongue was in the other. Finally Shane asked if he wanted to take things inside, and the stud quickly agreed. I closed up the tub and followed a moment later, grabbing my towel to dry off. I looked around the house quickly, and found Shane had led him downstairs to the place space in the basement where the sling is hung. They were standing naked in middle of the room making out, both hardons raging while they stroked each other. I grabbed the lube and poppers out of a drawer, then joined them in a 3-way kiss. The stud dropped to his knees and started working both our dicks simultaneously, slurping as he went from one to the other. I was playing gently with Shane’s ass at first, then bent over to grab the stud’s ass and finger his hole again. “Have you been in a sling before?” I asked. ”Never.” ”Wanna try it?” ”Hell yeah!” We moved him to the sling, helping him jump in and position himself. I slipped one ankle into a stirrup while Shane did the other. Then I grabbed his thighs and pulled him so his ass was hanging over the edge of the sling. I stepped to the side and put a bottle of poppers under his nose, giving him two hits to start. Shane was the first to fuck him, entering slowly so the stud could acclimate to his hold being stretched. His dick was presuming as he took Shane’s cock in his ass. Shane rocked the sling gently, his cock sliding in and out ever so gently as the main event began. The stud let out a soft moan, wincing slightly at the thickness of Shane’s cock as it opened him up more. It was slow and steady at first, the college stud starting to moan as Shane gave the first fuck of the evening. The stud was stroking his own dick, and I slapped my dick on his mouth until he opened up and swallowed it. “How do you like the sling?” Shane asked ”Oh my god, this is so fucking hot!” Shane took that as a signal to start fucking him harder. The chains began to jangle with the rhythm of the fuck, and the college boy was grunting as he swang back and forth, his ass meeting Shane’s pelvis with a slap each time. I was stroking watching the live porn, loving the sight of this college boy taking Shane’s raw cock in the sling. “You want some?” Shane asked me. ”Fuck yeah.” We switched spots and I slid right into the stud. His hole was soooo warm, and Shane had opened him nicely. I like to stand still, pushing and pulling the sling by the chains so he is fucking himself on my dick. I moved my hips to enter at different angles, stretching his young hole even wider as I took him raw. He never asked for a rubber or flinched at being barebacked. His tall frame looked incredibly hot spread out in the sling, legs caught in the stirrups so he was totally exposed. I wrapped one hand around his dick and used it to leverage fucking him while swinging the sling back and forth. “Oh fuck yeah!!” He kept saying as he was impaled. I started feeling the juices building up, and I knew this boy was in for a load. “You want my load, don’t you?” “Oh fuck yeah!” “You’re ready to take your first breeding in a sling, aren’t you?” “Oh fuck yeah!” I grabbed his hips and started pulling him back and forth harder, slamming my cock inside him as I left the amazing pleasure building in me. I felt his ass muscles tighten and relax around my cock. The look on his face was pure lust as he was fucked by someone he hadn’t known an hour ago. I finally let it loose, “Oh! Fuck! Yeah! Breed me!” I couldn’t speak, but just kept pumping, visualizing my load pushed deeper and deeper inside this stud. I felt an amazing rush knowing this guy had my load inside him. I stepped back roughly, catching my breath. He and Shane were making out, and he said quietly, “Oh fuck yeah. That was hot!” I needed to clear my head from the poppers, and went upstairs to grab some water and wash off my dick (I don’t know why, but I like to rinse off after cumming). I wasn’t in a rush, knowing Shane was there to occupy our guest. After a few minutes, I heard the sling chains jangling, and could hear the movement through the ceiling beams. I wandered back downstairs. Shane was in the sling, his legs suspended wide and his ass open for the stud who was pushing his thick dick into that waiting hole. Shane was still taking a hit of poppers when the stud’s dick sank inside him. He moaned his moan of first penetration, a sound I’ve heard escape from him countless times — a mix of mild pain and the thrill of taking a cock. He didn’t waste any time getting into a fast paced fuck, his pelvis slapping against Shane’s lubed ass, and both grunting and breathing heavy in a primal exchange. Shane was taking it hard, his head thrown back and eyes closed as he lost himself in the fuck. The stud was running one hand up and down Shane’s tight abs while he held onto Shane’s cock with the other. He wasn’t quite sure what to do with the chains, but he was maneuvering around them well enough. He slipped one of Shane’s toes into his mouth and sucked on it while he pounded into his hole. “I can’t last much longer,” the stud panted. “Can I cum in you?” “Cum in me,” Shane said between grunts. “Oh fuck yeah!” The stud started pounding straight in and out, holding Shane’s thighs for leverage as he went for the gold! He started letting out short breaths and closed his eyes, “OH FUCK! OH fuck. YEEEEAHHHHH!” I knew he was unleashing his load inside Shane. Shane let his own load go, splashing his cum across his abs and chest while the stud splashed inside his ass. The two rocked back and forth, grunting and shuddering as their orgasms shook them. The stud leaned forward over Shane in the sling, his dick still buried inside. They stayed there like that a minute or two before he eased his cock out of the hole he’d just bred. ”That was amazing,’ he panted as he stepped back. I jerked off again about an hour later on the couch, Shane asleep on the other end with the guy’s load still in him. I was feeling the sexual rush replaying the whole scene in my head again. Let me know if you enjoyed hearing tonight’s adventure.

PART 10 – DALTON THE SLAMPIG I pulled the plunger back, and Dalton’s rig turned deep crimson. “I’m getting a register,” I explained. “When the rig goes red like that, you know the needle is right where it belongs—in your bloodstream. OK, buddy: are you ready for this?” “No,” he said with a quiet whimper. “Too fuckin’ bad. I’m gonna push this payload into your vein now, buddy—tell me if it stings, OK?” I love the ritual of slamming: plunging the meth into the vein, sliding the needle out, unstrapping the bicep, and running my tongue across the injection site. Dalton’s first slam was small—just a 0.2—but he still coughed, and his chest heaved as each dark wave of slam-hunger swept over him. I immediately buried my face in his fuckhole, spreading his jockbutt and pushing my tongue as deep as I could, feeling the heat of the slam as it radiated through his insides. “Jesus. Fuck.” He said between deep, heaving breaths. “What the fuck. Are you doing.” I pulled my face away from his pulsing hole just long enough to reply. “I’m eating this hungry little pussy, that’s what.” “It’s. Fucking. Weird. I don’t. Like it.” “Yeah? Then what’s happening here?” I took a break from eating his hole to grab his cock and give it a little shake, sending beads of precum in every direction. I scooped up as much of that jizz as I could, mixing it with a handful of our Tina-laced lube and pushing three of my slicked-up fingers into his hole. He made no effort to resist this time: his guttural moans, loud and unapologetic, kept time with each thrust of my fingers. Then, without warning, I pulled out, and he practically squealed from the sudden emptiness in his fuckhole. I was leaning over him, staring down into his eyes, and he looked back at me in quiet desperation. “Do you want something, buddy?” I asked, letting the tips of my fingers brush against his slammed-up cunt. “I can’t read your mind, slampig. Tell me what you want.” “I want—um—“ “Tell me what you want, slampig.” “I, um, want your fingers.” “You do?” “Yes. Please.” “OK, but you need to do something for me first.” “Tell me. Please.” “Repeat after me: ‘I’m a hungry fucking faggot.’” “Um—“ “Say it, faggot.” “Dude. No.” “No?” “No. I’m not a fuckin’ faggot.” “Then no more fuckin’ fingers, buddy.” “Dude! Please!” “Then repeat after me, you fuckin’ lil' bitch: ‘I’m a hungry fucking faggot.’” “No, motherfucker. I’m not a fag.” I turned to Jesse. “OK, we need to step this up a few notches. You have that second slam?” He nodded, then flashed an evil grin. “This one’s…a little bigger. Can I administer this time?” “Fuck yeah,” I replied. “I’ll just keep teasing this faggot’s cunt while you plunge some more meth into his vein.” Jesse went right to work. He tied the strap to Dalton’s bicep, inserted the needle, pulled back a dark-red plume of blood, and pushed a fat 0.4 hit into Neighbor Boy’s bloodstream. This time, Dalton erupted in an extended coughing fit, his chest heaving massively as Brian played with our brand-new slampig’s rock-hard nips. “This kid’s so high he’s fuckin’ cross-eyed,” my husband said with an approving growl. Meanwhile, I began smacking the head of my raw cock against Dalton’s pulsing, spasming, slammed-up hole. “You need something in your ass, buddy?” I asked, my dick tracking a wide circle around his aching cunt. “Fuck yes,” he groaned. “Then you know what to say.” He looked at me for a moment, his eyes nothing but pitch-black pupils. I gave him a little nod. “You can do it, buddy. Tell me what you are.” "I'm—um—" "What are you?" “Dude, I’m a hungry fuckin’ faggot.” “Good boy.” “Please feed this faggot. Please.” “You want some dick in your pussy, you fuckin’ slammed-up faggot chemwhore?” “Yes I do. I want as much fuckin’ dick as I can get. Please. Fuck me. Fuck this faggot.” “Say, ‘Please, Daddy, fuck my faggot pussy.’” “Please, Daddy, please, please, please fuck my faggot pussy.” “Are you gonna be a good boy tonight?” “Yes, Daddy.” “If you’re a good boy, then you’ll earn another slam. Would you like that?” “Fuck yes, Daddy. I want to earn another slam. ” “If you're a good faggot, you’ll get everything you want, and more. I promise.” “I want to be a good faggot, Daddy.” “You already are, boy.” And with that, I shoved my poz dick into the warmth and hunger of Dalton’s slammed-up hole.

CHAPTER 3 – JACE THE WHORE I love watching Brian plow a neg hole. He likes to get a boy on all fours, back arched—the position of total surrender. He grabs a giant handful of the boy’s musclebutt in each hand. Then, after impaling that poor unsuspecting bitch on his fat poz dick, he pulls back to expose the length of his shaft, throwing the full weight of his body into another deep thrust, his stomach and balls smacking hard against the boy’s wide-open hole. More often than not, a full thrust of Brian’s raw dick produces my favorite sound that humans can make: an involuntary primal grunt, emanating from somewhere deep in the gut, like pain and hunger at the same time. When he’s fucking a negboy, Brian pulls out every few minutes to slather more Tina-laced lube on his dick, leaving that hungry hole empty and gaping and slick with toxic precum while the boy whimpers a little louder and reaches back to spread his hole a little wider. With every dose of chems – with every shard of Tina smeared into that twitching fuckhole—the boy’s hunger keeps building, his fears and shames falling away as he gives in to a desperate, almost delirious craving. He starts mumbling incoherently, bits of pigtalk interspersed with sounds that aren’t quite words, but not quite moans either—the primal ravings of a bitch in heat. Before long, he’ll be making sharp backward hip-thrusts, impaling his chemmed-up jockhole at an increasingly rapid clip—smack, slap, slosh—as the skin on his bubble butt grows red from the pounding. If he’s like most boys, he doesn’t stop to ask questions when I put the Tina bong in front of him. By that point, he’s already tweaking on the chems in his butt, so he doesn’t put up a fight. He just wordlessly wraps his mouth around the glass stem, looking up at me with those pitch-black pupils as the bong chamber turns solid white and he eagerly fills his lungs with smoke. With every cloud billowing out of his mouth, he arches his back a little more sharply to elevate his fuckhole a little further toward the ceiling. There’s no question now: his ass is ours. In less than an hour, we’ve managed to transform a nice, upstanding kid into a helpless faggot with a Tina-fueled hunger for dick. I make sure to teach him the basic skills: how to take a nice deep hit, hold his breath for a few moments, and wrap his mouth around my cock before exhaling a thick cloud down the length of my shaft. (“Good boy,” I always say, which he usually answers with a muffled moan.) And while Brian’s cock keeps plunging its full length into that raw cumhole, I look down on our sweet, naïve, fucked-up negboy with a crooked smile of sadistic pride. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s get back to Jace. * * * After getting dressed, I headed back to the pool party. Jace followed just a few steps behind like some kind of forlorn pup. When we rejoined the group near the pool, I gave Brian a little wink. He walked over to Jace, chatted briefly with him, and led him back inside. They were gone for about five minutes. When they returned, Jace looked a little more flushed than before, and Brian was grinning the cockiest of grins. “I took him to the bathroom,” he whispered in my ear. “Then I worked a nice big shard of T up inside his butt with my dick. Had to keep my hand over his mouth to keep that bitch from sobbing with pure joy.” “You breed him?” “Not yet. Gotta keep his cunt on edge, you know?” “Good thinking, babe. Now it's my turn.” I turned toward Jace, flashing him a crooked grin before walking back into the house. He followed me to the bathroom. I locked the door behind us. Almost by instinct, he simply turned around, pulled down his swimsuit, and leaned over the toilet to expose his hole. I placed my palm over his mouth and shoved my cock inside him in a single rough thrust. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes and his hole spasmed in pain, but he nodded encouragement. I began pounding his twitching cunt with my raw dick. “Brian and I are heading back home in 5 minutes,” I whispered in his ear. “Cancel your plans. Be at our door in half an hour. Got that, pig?” He nodded again. “Good. Because I know you’re hungry for seed.” I felt a cold shudder run through his body. Goosebumps formed on his back. And then I pulled out, giving his ass a hard smack. “See you soon, faggot.” * * * Almost exactly 30 minutes later, I found Jace standing anxiously at our front door. He looked directly into my eyes and managed a single word: “Please.” I nodded and gestured him inside. Five minutes later, my dick was back inside his raw fuckhole. Brian placed the glass pipe against Jace’s lips and lit the chamber. “I’ll tell you when to inhale,” he said. “You ever play with Tina?” Jace shook his head no. I grunted in appreciation—as far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing hotter than a chempig initiation—and my cock twitched as I delivered a little bump of precum into that boy's newly partied-up butt. Meanwhile, with my cock still lodged deep inside him, I grabbed my phone to call Tristan, our dealer. (I'd been sending him updates throughout the day, so he knew what we'd been up to.) Tristan and I never bothered with formalities. "Please tell me that boy came back," he said when he picked up the phone. "Please tell me you're bringing that hungry hole to me." "Oh, he’s fuckin' ready, dude. In fact, he just blew a giant cloud on Brian's cock. Want him?” "Yes. In fact, I've set aside a very nice reward for you guys. A finder's fee, you might say." “Fuck yeah, bro. We can head that way in a few. He doesn’t have any loads in him yet, so you can be the first.” "Sweet! Get here fast, fucker." And with that, Tristan hung up. I pulled my dick from Jace’s hole, eliciting a truly pathetic whimper. “Don’t you worry, pig,” I said to him. “We’re taking you to meet our friend Tristan. He’s very eager to make a little money off this chemmed-up musclebutt. You ready to be a whore, boy?” “Yes, sir.” “OK, but let's be totally clear about one thing: I didn’t say slut. What did I say?” “You said whore.” “That’s right, boy. I said whore. And by that I mean a literal whore—a trashy fuckin’ pig who eagerly spreads his hole for any dude with a fistful of cash. Got that?” He moaned and reached back to expose his butt, now leaking a steady stream of lube and precum. “That's what I like to see, boy. Now get your fuckin' clothes on.” MORE SOON...

So, am I too old to be a tina whore? I mean, I'm 57, but all things considered pretty hot. Or so I've been told. And I really really really want to live as a tina whore for a while and take as much cock as I can, especially once I convert. Cause that's basically what I am ... and am actually totally proud of it. Besides, there's no way I can support the habit to which I've become accustomed if I don't. And I never ever ever not ever want to give it up. It's just too fucking glorious, isn't it?