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I recently discovered that there's an old-school cruising spot about 20 minutes from my house. It's located in a large park that includes several woodland trails and is accessed by a trail that is rarely used since a footbridge over a wide stream was washed away years ago. I love to get bred outdoors and now that the weather is warmer and the leaves are budding on the trees, this secret little hideaway is once again growing in popularity. This spot never came to my attention through the normal cruising channels. I was only introduced to it when a big-dick top hit me up on Grindr one Saturday. He lived close to the park and, since like me he doesn't live alone, suggested we give the spot a try. His invitation came with a caveat, however. He could not guarantee that we would have it to ourselves. I'm always down to take loads in front of an audience and am more than happy to let anyone watching take a turn. We met at a small parking area at the trailhead. He was waiting in his car and as I pulled in beside him, he nodded, got out, and grabbed what looked like a comforter from the trunk of his car. As I opened my car door he began slowly walking up the trail, leading the way. He was several yards ahead of me when he suddenly cut through a gap in the brush on the side of the trail and disappeared. I quickly followed and after a moment of sweeping the small, prickly branches out of the way with my arms I stepped into a lush, sun-filled clearing. I looked around. The brush through which I had just come hid the spot perfectly from view of anyone on the trail. A rare hiker meandering by would have no idea what lay on the other side, nor would they be able to glimpse any action taking place there. On the opposite side a steep tree-covered hill rose to meet the road. It was the perfect outdoor cruising spot. I will admit that I was somewhat disappointed that we were the only ones there. As I followed him up the trail I had found myself hoping that we would find others there, sucking and fucking. But we were alone. He spread out the comforter on the grass and turned to face me. Through his grey sweat pants I could see the outline of his thick black cock. Instantly I began salivating in anticipation at having that hog invading my holes. "Strip," he ordered. It was the first word he had spoken to me. I did as instructed, placing my clothes on one corner of the comforter to keep them off the wet grass. Then it was his turn. He took off his t-shirt, revealing his muscular physique. Next he dropped his sweat pants, leaving his massive, already-hard cock to swing free. It was a solid seven inches and girthy and narrowed at the tip to a smaller head, like a missile. The saliva production in my mouth increased and I took full advantage of it, dropping to my knees and taking that gorgeous cock into my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head and began thrusting, working that head deeper and deeper into my throat. I choked and gagged and covered his shaft and balls in thick saliva. "Fucking perfect," he said as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. Streamers of thick saliva trailed from my lips to his shaft. "Now turn around." Once again I did as instructed and soon his lips and tongue were on my hole. He thrust his tongue inside, teasing me and helping the muscles to relax while simultaneously lubing me up with spit. I could have stayed like that all day but soon he moved behind me and I felt a pressure on my hole. I had forgotten my brown bottle in my excitement to meet him, so I willed my muscles to stay relaxed as he gently guided the tip of his cock inside me. I needn't have worried. I was so ready for him that he slid in with ease. It had been a long time since my hole had felt that full, and I relished every moment as he grabbed my hips and began methodically pounding my hole, driving balls-deep with each thrust. Then, suddenly, he stopped. "I don't wanna cum yet," he said, gasping for air. "That ass is too good." "I could take a turn." This was a new voice, coming from behind us. His cock slipped part-way out of my ass as he turned to address the newcomer. "Fuck yeah," he said, offering my hole without consulting me. "I love a loaded hole. Have at it." A new, unseen set of hands caressed my ass. I stayed in position and did not look back, wanting this stranger to remain just that. My new top friend had awoken my animal hunger for cock and I didn't care who used me, as long as my hole was stuffed. I heard the rattle of a belt buckle and the stranger was kneeling behind me, one hand on the small of my back as he lined up his cock and slid inside. He wasn't as thick as the first, but he filled me nicely and, just like the other guy, pounded me balls-deep with every stroke. The first guy knelt briefly in front of me so I could taste my ass and saliva on his cock. He grabbed my head and began throat-fucking me again, causing me to gag and spew thick ropes of saliva all over his cock again. "Fuck!" the newcomer cried. I felt the telltale spasming of his shaft as he shot his raw load deep in my guts. He stayed inside me a moment longer as the spasms died away and his cock began to soften. As he slid out the first guy stepped around behind me to take his place. No sooner had one slipped out than the other had replaced it and once again I was getting a pounding. The newcomer knelt in front of me. "Clean me off," he ordered. "I have a husband to go home to." I gladly obliged, taking the entire length of his shaft into my mouth and bathing it with my tongue. I savored the salty, musky taste. He slid his cock out of my mouth and got up to leave. As he stood, he lifted his shirt ever so slightly. Until that moment it had covered his entire belly and pubic area. He was silky smooth with not a hint of hair anywhere that I could see. And there, where his pubes would otherwise have been, was a tattoo of a scorpion. The sight caught me by surprise so much that I froze in shock. I was only vaguely aware that the first guy had quickened his pace and soon was dumping another load into me, mixing his DNA with the toxic brew that the stranger had left behind. Before I knew it he had stood and pulled me up to my knees, shoving his cum-covered cock into my mouth so I could clean him off. I was so accustomed to cleaning off cocks after they bred me that even in my stupor I licked and sucked every drop of cum and spit and ass from his shaft and balls. He grabbed his clothes and began to dress. As he did so he looked at me, still frozen in position on the comforter. "What's wrong?" he asked. "That guy," I managed to reply, "as he was leaving he showed me a scorpion tattoo. I think he's poz." "Oh yeah, I know," he responded. "I invited him to join us. I figured that if you were going to take one poz load, you might as well take two. Twice the chance for it to take." At first I didn't comprehend his meaning. Then his words sunk in and I felt a knot in my stomach. "You're poz too?" He grinned. "Don't look so shocked. I follow you on BBRT and Breeding Zone. I've read all your writings, all your fantasy stories about getting knocked up by strangers. I see you on Grindr saying 'raw is law' and I see your Sniffies profile that says Bareback Only. I know you've taken hundreds of anonymous loads and that you knew it was only a matter of time. Now look," he swept his arm around to draw my attention to the clearing in which we stood. "You've got the perfect actual pozzing story to add to all those fantasies." I was stunned. Though my mind reeled I was unable to formulate any words. "I had a lot of fun," he said as he picked up the comforter. "Hit me up if you want to meet again." With that he disappeared through the brush, leaving me alone in the clearing. I drove home in a daze, unable to fully fathom what had happened. As soon as I stepped through the door I raced to the bathroom, where I douched again and again for ten minutes straight in an effort to wash out the poz loads I had taken. I stood under the hot shower for what seemed like an eternity, and by the time I had begun to feel clean again a fatigue began to set in. I toweled off and flopped onto my bed, where I promptly fell into a dreamless sleep that lasted several hours. I awoke with as deep a sense of regret as I have ever experienced. But it wasn't what you might think. Having had a chance to sleep on the day's events, I found myself regretting that I had washed those toxic loads out of my hole when I got home. I had been thinking and writing - and occasionally yearning - about being bred by poz men for years but had never stopped to think about the fact that it might actually happen. Getting pozzed was an abstract concept all along, something I never thought would happen to me, and I was disappointed at my reaction when it did actually happen. The sun was just beginning to set as I picked up my phone and opened Grindr. He was offline but I sent him a message in the hopes that he would see it, and soon. "I need more."

Part 3 (Austin) “What the fuck is wrong with you, Austin?” My dad yelled for the millionth time. “How did you fuck this up so royally?” “I’m sorry, Dad.” “Oh, you’ll be sorry. I’m sure of that.” We sat in my dad’s SVU, all my stuff from my dorm room in the trunk. Since the time my dad arrived early that morning to chew me out as we loaded up the trunk, I hadn’t been able to look at him. It wasn’t because I felt ashamed, though I knew this was what he thought. What he didn’t know was that there was an entirely different reason why I couldn’t look at him. I did it for his own good. Three hours had passed, most of it in silence, but he was now freaking out, unable to believe that I had somehow tanked all my grades, losing all my scholarships. I knew it was happening as it happened, but something stopped me from caring. There was only one thing I could think about… and I feared it and what it wanted me to do. “I knew you shouldn’t had gone on with your friends on spring break,” he continued to shout. “I’ve never liked them. They’re all bad influences on you.” “They had nothing to do with this,” I told him. “So what? You just decided the moment you got back to school to flunk all your classes. I’m not paying for you to fuck around and stop caring.” “That’s not what happened, Dad.” “Then what the fuck happened, Austin? Explain it to me.” I almost looked at him, but I resisted. Something inside me wanted to look at him, imploring me to do so, but something else convinced me not to. Somehow, I knew if I did he wouldn’t be safe. I was unsafe. The problem was that I couldn’t remember why. Dad was right about one thing, I hadn’t been the same since spring break. I just didn’t know why. I didn’t know what happened to me. All I knew was that I’d changed. I was a different person. I had trouble remembering what happened. I remembered going to a club and drinking. I vaguely remember talking to this guy, this older guy who, if my blurry memory served me right, was the hottest guy I’d ever seen. He was muscular, hairy, dominant. He was a god. Did we fuck? I couldn’t remember anything clearly. I think he took me back to his place. Didn’t he? Did we kiss? Did he have me pull his jock down with my mouth? Did I suck his huge cock, tasting him and his sweat? Did he… did he fuck my ass? Did he fuck me bare? Did he… did he… “You aren’t going back until you straighten up,” he said. I knew my dad meant this to work on multiple levels. He knew I was gay, but he tried to ignore the truth. It was as if my sexuality, whatever it was, didn’t exist. I’m sure that’s what he meant when he said my friends were a bad influence. He wanted me to be normal, but, in his eyes, I wasn’t. I never felt that way… until now. There was something about me now that wasn’t normal. I just couldn’t tell what it was. We stopped talking eventually. Once we got home, he left me to move my stuff back inside the house on my own. My mom was away, leaving just us to fill the house with silence. I got my stuff into my room and fell on my bed, tired. My hand moved down to my crotch, cupping my growing bulge. Fuck, I was horny. I hadn’t fucked anyone since we got back, though I found myself attracted to every guy I saw. I felt like I wanted to jump them, pull their pants down, and shove my cock as hard as I could into his ass, ripping him open and fulfilling my purpose. Purpose? What did that mean? That's why I ended up failing all my classes. All I could think about was fucking every guy's ass, tearing him open and injecting him with my potent seed. Potent? My cum wasn't potent... right? I removed my pants and underwear, my sizeable cock sticking straight up, a considerable amount of pre-cum dripping down my shaft. Since spring break, I was also leaking pre-cum almost constantly. My dirty underwear was full of it. Some days when I missed class, I spend my time in my room, my dirty underwear pressed to my nose, the need to inhale his pre-cum the only thing I cared about. His pre-cum? My pre-cum. What was I thinking? My finger touched the tip and pulled away a string of pre-cum. I rubbed it between my fingers, feeling it, sensing something different. I wasn’t unfamiliar with my own cum. I’d eaten it before. I liked the taste well enough. I brought the pre-cum to my mouth and tasted it, feeling a relief. Something was different. It didn’t taste the same. It didn’t feel the same. It was better. It was almost as if an energy existed within it. What am I thinking? I sat up and looked back down at my testicles, the one area of my body that my mind was being drawn to repeatedly. These were different. I couldn’t understand how, but I knew these weren’t my balls. They belonged to someone else. My balls had been taken, changed, evolved, and transformed into something better, something more… dangerous. They looked larger and felt heavier, their weight increasing every day since spring break. I reached down and held them, rolling them under my thumb. I squeezed slightly, relishing the sting. I was no longer in my bedroom. I was in a dark room, on my hands and knees, cum leaking out of my dick, my ass split open, body shaking. “Who do you belong to?” a voice cried out. “You,” I shouted, my mind controlled, my voice now someone else’s. “Who does your dick belong to?” “You.” “And whose toxic cum is churning now inside your balls?” “Your cum.” I said. “And whose life am I taking in replace of gifting you with my cum?” My head tilted down and my eyes met the eyes of a dominant man in the mirror, ferocious but beautiful. He was my god. “My life,” I said. “Then give it to me.” My body had been in agonizing pain. My balls felt as if they had exploded and then reformed into something different… into something better. As quickly as I had entered his memory, I found myself back in my bedroom, my dick in my hand, my other hand collecting the pre-cum which was pouring out and filling my hand. I stared into the pre-cum and somehow knew it wasn’t mine. It came from me, but it didn’t belong to me. I also knew it was something dangerous. While I knew this should have scared me, I found a smile on my face, an energy filling my body. I brought the pre-cum to my mouth and drank it down, a strength coursing through every limb. In that moment, I knew what I needed to do. I looked through a pile of clothing I’d left unwashed while I was here over Christmas break and found a used jockstrap I had forgotten to wash. It was stiff and covered in stains. It was beautiful. I checked on my dad and saw that he had fallen asleep. I took his wallet and stole sixty dollars. Fuck him for not understanding that I was no longer the young man he tried to ignore. I was more now. I checked my phone for the closest bathhouse or gloryhole spot. I just needed somewhere to go to fuck this toxic cum out off me to continue Hunter’s line. That was my reason for living now. Nohing else mattered. The Uber dropped me off at an adult bookstore several miles outside of town. It looked dirty, but this only made me hornier. There were several cars outside already, and I was ready to see which of the drivers I would be going home with before the night ended. I walked inside and saw a skinny, bald man behind the counter who glanced up at me and winked. The voice inside me, the voice which had started urging me to fuck every man in reach, told me wrap a belt around his throat and fuck his ass hard, using the belt to keep him where I wanted him. I'd pull tight, creating bruises on his skin. I imagined a biohazard tattoo appearing on the top of his bald head as I made his ass bleed. He'd cry out as I pozzed him, or he would try, the belt restricting him. As quickly as it came, the idea vanished, but a deep pain filled my balls. I needed to unload. I walked to the back where several booths waited along with a small open area in which a few men were sitting together, passing a joint amongst them. They eyed me, all smiling. These men weren't the type of guys I'd have gone for before Hunter had found me. Now, however, it only mattered if they had holes and cum producing balls ready to churn out poz seed for our god. The voice told me to line them up, fucking one and passing on Hunter’s poison through a long chain. I'd watch as the biohazard tattoo was passed from one man to another. This too came and went. The voice directed me toward an empty booth where I sat and turned to the gloryhole carved into the next booth. A shadow passed, alerting me that someone was inside. This is the one, the voice told me. “Yes, Master,” I said, feeling Hunter within me. I had to claim more lives in his name. An average size cock popped through the gloryhole, pre-cum already dripping down the head. I got down on my knees and stuck my tongue out, tasting the juice. The old Austin would have loved the taste, but the new Austin found it repulsive as it wasn’t the toxic cum Hunter demanded to be spread. Still, I knew what I had to do. I slowly played with the cock, my tongue licking along the shaft, dancing across the glands, feeling the man squirm. “Fuck, dude,” the man moaned. “Just do it already.” “You got it,” I said. I slurped his dick into my mouth and started sucking. Whatever had transformed my balls had also transformed my throat, allowing me take his cock down my throat without any problem. “Fuck,” the man cried, his hips bucking into the wall between us. I was no longer at the gloryhole. I was on my knees in front of Hunter, his enormous cock, the giver of a new life, down my throat. It was inching toward my heart, ensnaring me, making me his. It was then inching up to my brain, rewriting me, making me a new creation. “Poz this man,” Hunter told me. “Make his body my own. Transform him. Turn his body into nothing more than a piece of meat producing me toxic seed.” My mouth clamped around the man’s cock, my mind returning to the gloryhole. “I’m cumming,” the man moaned. “Fuck, I’m cumming!” I swallowed quickly as he shot down my throat, his nug cum disappearing inside me, unable to exist within the inhospitable toxic body that was mine. He pulled his cock back through the hole, and I could hear him struggling to breathe. I pressed my face against the wall and looked through, eyeing the man I would soon claim for Hunter. I felt my heart jump as I saw the man’s face. I pulled myself together and exited the booth, going around to the door of the man’s booth as it opened. His eyes saw me and grew wide. “Hello, Mr. Fey,” I said to my old high school math teacher. "How's your wife?"

PART SIX "Great stuff Cody, the money'll be with your stuff" I heard Seth say as I walked off. He must've known the money'd be too good to refuse and had already put it there. I was too busy following the trail of wet footprints to try & find Tim to ask what he was talking about. By the time I'd gotten to where all of the other guys must've gotten changed he was long gone. What I did find was Cade the make-up guy as he was about to leave. "Cody right? Your stuff's over there. From the size of the envelope you must've been fucked as well. Who'd you get?" "Ah, Tim" I sheepishly replied. "Yeah, he's the one that they usually use for first timers. Still, that'll be enough for a rounds of PrEP for you seeing his cum's worked its magic." I looked blankly at him and then a huge smile broke across his face. "Oh, you're already poz then and you don't care? That's great news." My blank face must've gone completely white as he said that, "Oh god...you've got no idea what I'm talking about do you?" "I...I'd never been with a guy before today." "Tell you what, give me a lift home & I'll explain it all. My boyfriend just got called out of town on business so I'll have to get an uber otherwise" As we drove to his place I explained my situation and he told me where to get PEP and that everything'd be alright. He usually worked on the "poz scenes" with Tim and others as he called them but hadn't been feeling too well the past week or so and was just doing some make-up work. He'd been pozzed some time ago by his long-term partner & knew Tim well through the area before working together. We pulled out the front of the place and he gave me the address of an anonymous sexual health clinic nearby where I could pick up the medication first thing in the morning, I was so relieved! "God Cade, I can't thankyou enough for all of your help. You're literally a lifesaver." "You're damn right I am, and that's why there is a way you can thank me. You're gonna come inside with me, and I'm gonna fuck that arse of yours." "But haven't you got a partner? And...you're a top?" "Haha, fuck you're such a fag, you didn't even think about your girlfriend when I said I was going to fuck you..." Fuck, he had a point there, "And I'm a top/vers, you'll find out why when we get inside." As we made our way to his apartment block, he took my hand as I looked around nervously, praying no-one would see me. "It's alright Cody, the more freaked out you look, the stranger it looks to everyone else." he was probably right, so I held his hand as we walked towards the entrance. He punched in his code & opened the door for me, using his hand on the small of my back to guide me, then it quickly drifted lower to my arse. I heard the elevator opening as we moved closer, and I was mortified as to who might see me like this when a lady in her sixties came out. "Ah hello Cade, Jeremy must be out of town is he?" "He sure is!" "Good thing I'm off to the movies then, you can make all the noise you want, give him one for me!" I couldn't help but be shocked as I entered the lift, "She's a neighbor then?" "Oh yeah, and the only problem she has with Jez & me is that sometimes we make too much noise. You're more hung up about this than anyone!" It was only when the door opened for his floor that I realised Cade's hand had slipped inside the back of my pants and was rubbing one of my cheeks. We walked into his apartment and he asked if I'd like a drink, I declined thinking the faster I'd be out of there the better. "The bedroom's through there," he nodded to the room. "I'm gonna grab a drink, leave your clothes here." I took my clothes off and made my way to what was a huge bedroom, standing with my back to the doorway. I soon felt Cade's breath on the back of my neck, and his hand groping my butt. "Mmm, no wonder they wanted you to stay back, kneel down in front of that seat over there." I made my way over to a big armchair & knelt in front of it as instructed. Cade was right behind me, putting his beer on the side table before he sat down. When he sat down, I knew immediately why he said he was a top. Although his dick was probably slightly on the larger side of the ones I'd sucked today, he had a massive piercing through its head. He must've seen my reaction as he laughed before saying, "That's why I'm a top mate, guys see that and their arse gets hungry for it, those that don't know about it already of course. I think it's known around town as "The Hole Destroyer"". "Um yeah...I can see why." "So it's in your best interests to get it good & wet before it goes in that pussy of yours." After the day I'd had, I was pretty well aware of what worked for guys so I got straight to work on him. I'd hoped that if I gave a really good blowjob, he might cum before fucking me. "Still hungry for cock after today? Wow, we might make a fag out of you yet. Plenty of eye contact too, that's such a turn on for me." I looked up at him, defeated. "Fuck, is there anything better than drinking a beer while you're getting a blowjob?" I knew there wasn't, but I'd never been in the position of giving one. It felt weird having a piercing in my mouth and I had to be careful on it. "Play with it in your mouth, I love that shit" Cade said. I flicked it with my tongue as I looked up at him, like it was my girlfriend's clit. "That's it man, you can take more than that, it's not gonna hurt." I smiled at his encouragement and took him deeper. "Theeeeeere's a good poof! I knew you loved it!" I didn't though, I hated it didn't I? "Righto, it's time." I felt his finger push into my arse. "Plenty of cum in there, Tim usually does a good job so you won't need much lube at all. Get on the bed for me." I obediently got up onto the bed and on all fours, presenting my hole to him. "No mate, it's not gonna be done like that. I wanna see your face when I take your hole, you're gonna ride me." END OF PART SIX

had known from a young age I female form I couldn't stop thinking about cock and anal pleasure Growing up I'm a rural conservative area had limited opportunities to explore the cock loving side of my nature having to go to some unusual lengths to find satisfaction consequently with the exception of a few years I lived in Phoenix have lived mostly in the closet Like many bi men coming from my situation I eventually found a woman and got married and had kids but still took any opportunity I had to enjoy the pleasure you can only find with another man Almost from the start getting HIV was my biggest fear aside from my first 2 partners I always insisted the men that fucked me wore a condom a few close calls in Phoenix just reinforced that idea so for almost 20 years I hadn't had a bare cock inside me I had even forgotten how good it felt All that changed when I went on a business trip to Vegas my life also changed that trip Since I married I used the business conference trips my company sent me on to indulge my cravings for male companionship and when I learned we had one in Vegas I knew I would have ample opportunity to have some fun Most of the time when I traveled I would just go on grindr a few days before and try to find some comparable guys meet in NY hotel room with I started to do the same before leaving for Vegas but then realized in Vegas I would have a golden opportunity to visit gay bars and clubs something I really hadn't done since my time in Arizona and I knew if I found nothing at one of those I was interested in I could always fall back on dating apps As soon as I arrived o learned the the conference I was there to attend had been canceled but my boss told me to go ahead and stay as the hotel was already paid for as was my return ticket and after the long hours I had put in since the pandemic I deserved the break after calling my wife to make sure the change of plan didn't bother her I settled in for a unexpected vacation With 4 full days instead of just a couple hours at night I decided I would take my time finding playmates stay off the apps and just look for men in the clubs I decided to start with more relaxed conservative bars since it had been so long I did some research online and found a few I thought would work well for my intentions The first I went was a bust mostly older business types since it was early I asked a bartender if it would change up later unfortunately he said no he asked what I was looking for and after I told him he recommended I go to another place off the list I had compiled When I got to the bar he recommended it also was pretty empty but it being only 6 pm I decided to have a few drinks and wait to see if the place picked up later half way through my first drink I saw 3 men wall in and come 2 were well built handsome black men that looked to be in their early thirties from their similar features I guessed they were brothers the third guy was a very fem looking Hispanic that looked to be in their early 20s short with a very slim build All three came to stand near me at the bar and I could hear them well enough that in a short time I was able to learn quite a bit the 2 men were brothers and were in town celebrating the younger brothers honeymoon after he had recently married the younger Latino who's name turned out to be Sky After overhearing this to be friendly I offered to but them a congratulatory drink to toast the newly weds afterwards we Bagan to talk and eventually moved to a table as we spoke I learned that the older brother Ty and joined his little brother Jason and Sky on their honeymoon it wasn't just a honeymoon both of the brothers were poz and they were there to not only to celebrate but to poz sky as well In the year the two had been together Jason had insisted on condoms and that Sky be on prep despite his undetectable status Jason had breed others in the past but only in special situations and never anyone he desired a relationship with but Sky had insisted that if they got married he wanted his new husband to breed him or as he said it knock him up he also insisted that Ty be there as well since he regularly had joined the two of them for Ty it was a bigger ask unlike his brother Ty was Bi and not in a relationship but still very active so would have to be very careful after stopping his meds like his brother he didn't want to accidentally pass it on I continued to sit with the three getting to know them and telling them about me after about an hour and a half we decided to go see some of the more interesting clubs Vegas had to offer though Sky insisted on stopping back at their hotel to change clothes though I felt they looked very sexy already The newlyweds flirted all the way back to the hotel and once there Jason told us to get comfortable in the sitting area of their honeymoon suite as it would probably take once seated I decided to ask something I had been wondering since we had met how it was both brothers had ended up poz they were both tops and seemed fairly cautious It turned out Jason would occasionally bottom though was usually just as cautious but one man the man who had showed the brothers the joy of gay sex while in foster care together didn't inform him of his status before they had sex when they met up his senior years of college What came as a major surprise was that Jason was the one to poz his brother it wasn't so much that they had been together I had my own experiences and knew more than a few other guys that had been with a family member it was that he intentionally pozzed him They explained that growing up in foster care they had only had each other and had promised each other that they would go through everything in life together Jason admitted that he hadn't expected that to include HIV but Ty insisted and after a a time even let Jason top him something he hadn't let any man do since he was in school As we had been speaking Sky had been going on and out of the bedroom trying on multiple outfits doing a little fashion show for the brothers finally Jason growing a bit frustrated told them to stop that they couldn't look Sexier no matter what clothes they tried on in response they ran across the room and jumped into Jason's lap and began kissing Beside me Ty let out a little groan saying "hey man get comfortable we ain't going anywhere soon" As we set there and watched I could see he was right the kissing continued and clothes were stripped off. " Man I should have known this shit would happen " Ty told me were we sat off to the side what they hadn't told my earlier is that Sky had agreed not to consummate their marriage until the first full night in Vegas which was that night " he told me he would be able to wait until after dinner and a night out" Ty said a bit in disgust as he got up to pour another drink I was a bit surprised that he referred to Sky as he I had assumed from our meeting Sky proffered gender neutral pronouns so I asked Ty about that as he sat back down " yeah the little fag does prefer that but I don't give a fuck" he said with a laugh while watching the couple get even more intense on the couch " but I think a man is a man a woman a woman" After that he finished say that I asked " why call him a fag" really curious as to why he used a word many gay men truly hate to describe someone he seemed to truly like and care about. " listen man there is nothing wrong with being a fag if your a guy and love nothing more than a hard cock in your ass or mouth your a fag they should be proud of it take it as the compliment in can be" was his simple reply At this point Jason and Sky on the other couch were completely naked and Sky had Jason's rather impressive nine and half inch cock in their mouth I was rather impressed by his cock having mostly seen ones like it only in porn only twice in my life having had the chance to have ones like it and that was back in college I found myself getting very turned on by the show but to my own surprise it just wasn't just the sights that were turning me on though they both had very different but equally as sexy bodies it was the thought I would be there as Jason shot his first load of poison cum into his partner As they changed positions so that Sky was on fours on the end of the couch with Jason on his knees on the floor behind so that he could begin to eat the near perfect ass on display I leaned forward partially to get a better view partially to try to hide the fact I was fully erect under my shorts mostly out of embarrassment not that I was turned on but my white six inches was the smallest cock in the room even Sky had me beat by over an inch The whole situation had me feeling self conscious not only about my cock size but the 2 naked men were in very good shape and I could tell through his clothing Ty was the same unfortunately my 3 days a week at the gym had me in decent shape but not nearly as good as them As the couple on the couch moved on to Jason beginning to lube up Sky with lube I hadn't seen Sky bring in with them I felt I felt Ty move closer to me on the couch. Glancing over I ty has his cock out and is slowly stroking it I had to stare it was even bigger than his brothers though not yet fully hard it was Already over nine inches I'm not sure how long I stared at it but a moan from the other side of the room made me look over Jason was behind Sky now slowly pushing his cock all the way in sky of course was used to their husband's cock so had no problem taking the monster I felt Ty start rubbing my back leaning he wispers" Sky is a good little faggot he takes cock real good" after a pause he continued " I bet your a good little gag to ain't ya I see how you look at our cocks" For a second I didn't do anything just watched as Jason finished pushing it in and slowly began to fuck them I didn't answer Ty in words Instead I slide of the couch turned to face Ty and slide his shorts all the way off by this time he was fully erect and I couldn't take my eyes off his nearly eleven inch cock Not only was it long it was thick as big as any I had seen in any porn and I hesitated before grabbing it then slowly putting my mouth over the top As I started sucking I could hear behind me as Jason and Sky really started going at it Jason wasn't making much noise could occasionally hear him whisper to Sky but not hear what was said Sky on the other had was moaning very loudly punctuated with cries of pleasure or encouragement for their partner to fuck him harder I wasn't doing as well I had only been able to fit about a third of Ty's giant cock in my mouth even after he put his hand on the back of my head and began pushing down he was much more vocal than his brother saying things like "your a good little white bitch ain't ya" and fuck you little faggot how you like the taste of this good big black cock" All I did in reply is try my best to get as much of his cock as I could I could taste his precum and couldn't wait to taste more In just a few minutes I hear Jason speak loudly for the first time since they began "OH god baby I'm close are you ready are you sure you want this" with no pause Sky almost screamed "yes daddy fuck yes knock me daddy give me your seed" I could hear Jason grunt as he began to cum hard in sky's neg ass I didn't catch what might have happened or been said next because at that moment Ty pushed hard on the back of my head and began to shoot his load directly down my throat It was all I could do to swallow it all and not choke after his cock stopped twitching he let go of my head and I was able to pull my mouth off his cock After I caught my breath I looked up Ty was leaned back resting his head on the back of the couch eyes closed turning around I saw both Jason and Sky sprawled on the couch both still breathing heavy Nobody said anything for a few minutes as we all recovered our breath the sky stood and grabbed Jason's hand saying " ok daddy let's go to the room and get ready for round two" As the newlyweds began walking to the room Ty leaned close and asked "what about you little fag your white ass ready for some nigger dick" to my own surprise I didn't even hesitate before climbing to my feet and in a move exactly like Sky's I grabbed his hand helping him up and leading him to the bedroom The bed in the room was truly massive inside almost twice the size of the king-sized bed I shared with my wife Jason and Sky were already on the bed passionately making out As I stopped at the foot of the bed and began stripping I found I was no longer self conscious about not being in as good as shape as them Ty also stripped and walked over to his bags I could hear him complaining under his breath about how he hadn't expected to need to use a condom at least not the fist night in town I Laid down on the opposite side of the bed and watched as the couple kept up their make out session Ty settled down close behind me close enough I could feel his semi hard cock against my back nobody said anything for a long time Sky and Jason continued to kiss and explore each other's bodies and Ty stayed behind lightly rubbing a hand over me occasionally kissing my neck In sort order Jason was hard once again but this time he putt sky's legs on his shoulders while they stayed on their back As soon as I saw Jason enter Sky again I felt Ty's finger start to explore my Crack I rolled halfway onto my stomach and opened my legs but kept watching the other two on the bed In less than two minutes Ty had two of his fingers worked into my hole and was working my ass really good he the rolled me the all the way onto my stomach and lifted my ass so my chest was still on the bed but ass was in the air I felt him moving around behind me then he said to me " let me get a taste of this tight white cunt" That made me pause for a second I knew some gay men liked to refere to their ass as a cunt but I had always connected that word to women but in that moment I decided I wanted it to be my cunt and I wanted that beautiful black cock to fuck my cunt hard" Ty was very good with his tongue and in minutes I was breathing very hard and fast I watched as Jason began to fuck Sky harder and I knew it was only a matter of time before the second load of poison seed would enter sky's hot tight young body I that second something tripped inside my head and I knew no what I wanted to do but what I absolutely had to do I raised my chest off the bed and turned around and gently pushed Ty onto his back grabbing the lube that was on the middle of the bed I began putting some on his rock hard cock and some into my cunt As I was doing this he reached over for the condom he had grabbed earlier before he could tear it open I grabbed it from him and tossed it on the floor moving up over him I looked down and told him so just he could hear " no condoms on the first night remember" I could tell he was uncertain of the situation but before he could do anything to stop me I positioned myself over his cock and began to lower myself Even with his finger work and the lube it was hard to get him in I slowly began working up in down after I got the first four or five inches in taking a little more of his cock each time I went down during this time I felt I was going to rip open I was stretched so much but I was determined to get his cock all the way into my hungry cunt During this time I paid little attention to the newlyweds going at it across the bed but just as I finally got all the way down the 11 inch tree I saw sitting on and was resting until I relaxed a bit more I heard the speed of the sex next to us pick up and I looked over in time to watch as Jason's second orgasm hit and he once again will his new partner with corrupted cum To mu surprise Jason barely paused only taking time to roll Sky onto their stomach before going right back with sky's only response was a "fuck yes daddy more I need more" Looking back at Ty spoke for the first time since we got on the bed " I told you he was a good little faggot he knows what his cunt if for" then with a tilt of his head he continued " what about you are you a good little faggot as well? : My only answer was to smile down and begin working my cunt up and down his giant cock To my surprise he said little as I rode his cock only occasionally muttering things like "fuck yeah bitch" " mmm yeah fag like that" or " ride this big dick fag" Jason and Sky were beginning to get worn out I think because Jason who had never said much was now saying nothing and Sky who had been very vocal was now just breathing hard and moaning. As I got used to the king sized cock I was riding I slowly got used to the size and was able to pick up speed and even take the whole thing in one move though I felt it in my guts everyone I bottomed out In less than 15 minutes I could feel Ty's body start to tense and I knew he was getting close Putting his hands on my waist he slowed my to ask if I was sure that I could always let him pull out or he could put a condom on I knew from a small amount of blood I had seen I had torn a bit and that although he generated a lot of precum it probably wasn't to late but it took me seconds to decide I wanted this I was tired of living a lie in fear Pushing his hands away I began moving faster again and looking down into his eyes I told him " this little faggot wants daddy to breed his cunt" Only seconds after the words left my mouth his whole body went ridged and his Hans once again on my waist this time holding me close against him I felt as he shot a even bigger load of cum than his first deep Into my body his orgasm seemed to go on for half a minute before his body finally relaxed Once he did I began working up and down on him again working his own poisoned cum on his cock I thought at that point I would get a break maybe be done for the night I was already slightly sore but apparently Ty like his brother didn't need to take a break He rolled us both over so I was on my back and like his brother did with Sky put my legs on his shoulders and began fucking me with long hard strokes all he said as we started was " ok you little fag want me to breed you like a whore I'll treat you like a whore" as his stroked came harder and faster occasionally he would still make comments about what a fag I was what a stupid bich I was or how my whore cunt felt around his cock After about 20 minutes he stopped talking and just concentrated on tearing up my cunt eventually he stopped rolled me over and pulled me up to my hands and knees before going right back at it I was very sore by that point the cum from his first load had helped at first working as lube but my cunt had never had anything that size in particularly for that long or being rammed in that hard I finally noticed Sky and Jason were done were just laying there cuddling on the bed as they watched Ty breed me like a stallion 10 minutes or so later I felt Ty begin to stiffen again and knew he was close this time he grabbed the back of my neck and almost growled "fuck I'm really going to breed your faggot cunt this time you little bitch and I felt him to start to cum In my probably no longer neg hole one more To my surprise my own cock which had been rock hard the entire time almost suddenly started Cumming as well I had never came like that from a man fucking me or had one so suddenly feeling myself cum as I could also feel that monster black cock finish shooting its poz seed Into me was one of the greatest moments of my life at that point I just collapsed down to my stomach with Ty still on top of me I was exhausted and spent so was he on the other side of the bed I could see Jason was almost asleep as was Sky We rolled over onto our sides this now only semi hard cock still in me while our breathing returned to normal I could feel him falling asleep behind me his limp cock still in my ass I had a brief second where I wondered what I had just done but I decided that was a worry for later so closed my eyes and joined the others in sleep

3. I found my phone and looked at the time. 5:30pm. I had two and a half hours to kill before I was to meet up with Jack and Danny. It seemed impossible. I was so horny. I need them right then. I padded around the small apartment, looking for a distraction. About ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. Despite rushing to open it there was no one there when I got there. What was there, just sitting on the little concrete step, was a much larger silvery orange butt plug. I brought it in the house. I was heavy, and slightly warmed from the sun. The material was soft, with a good amount of squish to it, but the plug itself felt sturdy and powerful. Right there in the middle of the living room floor I spat onto it, and smeared my spit around. I set the slicked-up plug on the floor, and squatted over it. I lowered myself slowly onto its point, and then slid down the widening body. It slowly stretched me open. It was much, much, bigger than my plug, and it took a long time to get to the base. The two forceful fucking’s I had taken, along with the massive loads I now carried in my hole, however, had me open and slick, and after a few careful minutes the plug popped inside of me. I shouted when I felt the base lock into place. My whole body shook. I had never been this stuffed. A big drop of precum throbbed out of my cock. How was I still horny! I thought to myself. I’d been fucked twice, had shot two massive loads, and yet my dick was still hard as a rock and leaking. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to focus on anything else, and went to get my computer. I spent the next two hours plugged, and leaking watching daddies breed boys on the internet. Time moved glacially. I was on the edge of cumming the entire time. I had never edged before but there, rocking on the crest of orgasm for two hours it was intoxicating. The pouch of my jock was literally soaked with precum when I got up at 10 to 8. I slipped on my flip flops, and wearing nothing but my jock with a big thick plug in my hole, walked back to Bungalow 4. I tried to slip around in the shadows. I knew that no one else was on the property but I still felt wildly exposed walking around in just a jockstrap. When I got to the main courtyard, however, keeping to the shadows was impossible. I had to walk across the brightly lit patio, and past the pool. I walked around the side of the low building and paused in front of the door. The plug banging against my prostate as I walked has forced even more precum out of my straining cock. I felt an animalistic heat at this point. I needed to be fucked. I knocked on the door. Danny opened it. He was fully nude, with a thick black leather cock ring pulled tight around the base of his throbbing shaft. Right there, not even fully inside the door, I dropped to my knees and licked the head of his cock. Danny moaned, and put his hand on the back of my head. He pushed me forward onto his cock, and I coughed and spluttered again. I swallowed him down as much as I could. My back was arched and my ass presented to the world. The big plug felt like it was pulsing in my hole. “Jesus Danny,” Jack said from inside the bungalow, “let the boy get in the door before you face fuck him.” “This was all him,” replied Danny over his shoulder, “He saw my cock and just dropped to his knees.” “Boy, take that dick out of your mouth, and come over here.” Reluctantly I pulled off of Danny’s cock and got up. I saw Jack now, behind Danny, sitting on the couch. He was also completely naked, and hard as a rock. He was stroking his big uncut cock slowly. I could see the black strap of a cock ring around the base of his member as well. “How was the rest of your evening? Get up to anything fun?” “Honestly, I was too horny to do anything… well besides…” I turned around and bent forward showing them both my plugged hole. “Fuck,” said Danny. “Good boy,” said Jack, “I knew you could take something bigger than that little plug you had.” I heard him get off the couch, and then felt his rough hand against my cheek. He rubbed at my furry ass for a moment, then flicked the plug hard. I groaned. One of his hands snaked around my chest, finding my right nipple. He twisted, and pulled me back to him. My body was pressed against his warm flesh. I could feel his body hair against my back. His slick cock pressed into my spine just above my ass, leaving a trail of precum in its wake. “How long have you had that plug in your ass boy?” His voice was a velvet whisper in my ear. “Since you dropped it off daddy.” “Good. You’ll be nice and opened up by now. Saves us some work.” Danny appeared in front of me. He pressed himself to us, his erection pushing against my jock. He brought his lips close to mine. His tongue darted out and gave my lips a cheeky flick. He smiled. “Jack told you what we were going to do to you if you came here right?” “He said that if I took his load this afternoon I was committing to getting fucked by you both tonight.” “What else boy?” Jack whispered in my ear. I felt hot. Their bodies pressed against me. The heat from their flesh made my head spin. I could smell them both with every breath I took. I could feel them breathing, I felt every pulse of their engorged cocks. “That coming here was me giving my consent. That once I was here you weren’t going to keep asking me what I wanted it was going to be about what you wanted.” “Good… I guess you being here is our answer then. You want this don’t you?” “Yes! More than anything.” “You want both of our cocks inside you?” “Yes!” “You want both of our loads?” “Yes!” “You want to be our boy?” “Yes! God! Please fuck me! Use me! Breed me! Stretch me out! Please daddy! FUCK ME!” That was all it took. The playful energy went out of the room. Jack scooped me up under the armpits and hauled me into the other room. He flopped me down on the bed on all fours like a rag doll. His hands pawed at my ass. Danny was suddenly in front of me again. He was kneeling on the bed, his cock pointing straight at me. I swallowed, and then moved forward. I took his cock head inside me mouth, and ran my tongue across the slit. I sucked the precum from the drooling tip eliciting deep groans of satisfaction from him. Hot spit landed directly on my hole, and Jack’s cock head followed. He pressed in and easily sunk into my well used guts. I moaned around Danny’s cock. Jack started slowly, fucking me with long deep strokes. I whimpered, and tried to keep sucking on Danny’s cock but the pleasure was too much. As Jack picked up the strokes my mouth became just another hole. Danny had hold of the back of my head and was fucking his thick cock in and out of my mouth as I became slack jawed, trapped between the two of them. Thick spit was dripping down my chin. I could feel the froth of both of their pervious loads trickling down my taint as Jack fucked it out of me. Every moment I spent with these men was a new level of slutty, a place I had never been before. When Danny pulled his cock out of my mouth I gasped for air. My face felt hot, and my cheeks were clearly flushed. Tears ran down my cheeks and my chin looked like a sloppy mess. I knew, even without being able to see myself, I looked like one of those boys on the internet. I looked like one of those boy sluts who had just been roughly face fucked. I was one of those boys. The thing I had been edging too earlier that day was coming true. I was a daddy’s boy. Danny flopped back onto the bed, laying on his back. His big beautiful cock pointed straight up towards the ceiling. He grabbed my under my armpits and hauled me forward. Jacks cock slipped from my ass and I let out a little whimper of displeasure. I wasn’t empty long though, Danny brought me forward so that I was on top of him. He then pushed me back slowly till his cock head found my hole and slid inside me. Feeling the big fleshy mushroom press into me I sat back hard and impaled myself on his member. He let out a chuckle of appreciation as I started to ride him. Jack was behind me, his arms wrapped around me in a warm bear hug. His cock was pressed against the small of my back, and his fingers were toying with my nipples. He was nibbling on my ear and telling me how sexy I was, what a good job I was doing taking their cocks. “Come here sexy boy,” Danny said, and pulled me down to kiss him with one large paw on the back of my neck. He held me close, his cock still deep inside me, and kissed me ravenously. His other arm wrapped across my back. He pressed my body into his hairy chest. I felt a new pressure on my hole, and Jack’s hands on my cheeks. I tried to look over my shoulder but Danny held me tight, not allowing me to break our kiss. The pressure grew, it felt like another cock. “What, what’s happening?” I managed to gasp out. “We told you,” Jack said in my ear, “We’re both going to fuck you.” “What?!” I didn’t fully understand what they were saying but I was excited and scared by it. “You’ll be ok boy, it will feel good in the end,” Danny cooed. “Now, on the count of three you’re gonna take a deep breath,” instructed Jack. “Then hold it and clamp down tight on my cock,” added Danny, “and hold it for five seconds.” “After that let out your breath really slowly and imagine your hole opening wide. Think you can do that boy?” “Yes daddy!” I was panting with excitement. “Good boy. Ok. One… Two… Three…” I took a deep breath, pulling air as far into my lungs as I possibly could and tightened my hole. I squeezed Danny’s cock with all of my strength. One Mississippi, I thought, two Mississippi. When I let my breath out it was hard not to just let it out in one big rush, but I breathed out slowly and imagined my hole blossoming around Danny’s cock. I saw my hole turned into a big loose open hole for cock. I imagined it gaped and ready for use. The pressure returned, only this time it felt easy. I suddenly understood what “both of us are going to fuck you,” meant when I felt Jack’s stomach on my back. He had pressed his cock into me alongside his husbands. They were both inside me. We all let out a long collective groan. “Good job boy.” “How do you feel.” “Oh my god! Oh my god!” Was all I could say for a moment. “I think he likes it.” “Oh my god! I fucking love it!” “Do you want us to fuck you now?” “Fucking destroy me!” “Good answer boy.” Danny bucked his cock up into me, and Jack hammered downward. I tried to push myself up on my hands, to arch my back, but it was too intense. I flopped forward onto Danny’s warm sweat slicked body, and became a toy for them to use. My mouth hung open, and a deep guttural grunting was being fucked out of me. My whole body was on fire, like little bolts of electricity shooting across every nerve. Sex had never felt this good. I had never felt this good. It was bliss. An overwhelming euphoria seemed to envelop me. It fogged my mind. While they were both inside me there was nothing in the world but them, their cocks, and my hole. “Im going to fucking breed you.” Danny growled below me. “Fill him up babe, give him your load.” “Yeah! Fucking take it.” “Please breed me!” “Take my fucking load boy!” Danny roared, and slammed his cock inside me. While his shaft pulsed and throbbed Jack kept hammering. His hands held onto my ass cheeks, roughly holding them apart. I felt my ass become warmer and slicker as ribbons of cum were pumped inside me. Jack kept pounding till he finally grunted, “Fuck yes, and here’s my load.” He forced himself balls deep just like Danny and flooded me. We were all panting, sweat dripping off of us. They held their throbbing cocks as deep in me as they would go as they both came down from their orgasms. I was shaking. Jack was the first to move, with one last pulse of his cock he pulled back. I shuddered, something in me tightened, and suddenly my own cock exploded. I shot my load between Danny and I, covering both of our stomachs in cum. “Fuck, good boy,” Danny said. Jack flopped down onto the bed next to Danny and lay there panting. I slowly got up, and pulled myself off of Danny’s cock, instinctually being careful to clamp my hole down as I did so as not to lose a drop of their cum. I fell between the two of them, totally spent. The three of us lay there, in a sweaty cummy heap, wreaking of sex, without saying a word for a long time.

Last year I was in an ABS and went into the booth with a GH. I started watching a hot porn and began stroking my cock. I saw movement next to me through the glory hole and a nice ass hole was put against the wall. I didn't hesitate to slide my cock inside and load him up. Guess it depends on the guy. If I wasn't interested in that hole I would have pulled up my pants and moved on to the next booth. Oral is nice but fucking a hot ass is best.

Local cumdump had an ad on grindr. I showed up and on my way in, there were two guys leaving. The smell of man-sex hit me in the face as soon as I opened the door. I get to the back bedroom of his shitty trailer house and there are 4 guys all in various stages of sin. I made 5. I drop my pants and sit on the bed and one fag immediately starts sucking me to life. The other three start a spitroast. Homeboy on my cock gets me to full attention and I tell him I want to fuck him. He starts to try to get out of it, saying he’s “mostly straight” and just likes to suck dick and swallow cum. I finally get him talked into trying. In the meantime his phone starts blowing up constantly, calls and texts. He says it’s his wife and kids. I get my dick worked all the way into him and start to stroke in and out of him. I can do some pretty fucked up shit sometimes when my dick is hard and I really have a homewrecker fetish. While I’m deep stroking him, his phone rings again. I grab it, slide the answer button, put it on speakerphone, and throw it down next to him. “Daddy, where are you?” are the words I heard as I slammed myself to the hilt in this “straight” man’s virgin hole while at least one of his kids listened to me use their father. Dad then whimpered an almost out of breath “tell mommy I’ll be home soon” as I started to grunt and breed him while he struggled to hang up the phone. This was like 8 years ago. Idk how old they were, but I wonder if they’re old enough to realize they were listening to their dad take a breeding from a stranger.

Live in not quite the burbs or downtown. Older townhouses type. New folks moved in a while back up the street a bit. The husband, or so I thought, was told to ask me about helping with an improvement of a full bath in the lower level. Got home early on Friday, ran into him and said I'd stop up. Went over his options then said come down and see mine. He did and told him to try it out with the spa stuff in it. After some hesitation I said I'm getting in. Took off my sweat shirt and pants as his eyes went straight to my semi hard dick. Moved so my dick brushed his hand and rubbed his with mine. I climbed in and with a little coaxing he did too. By the time it was over I had 2 loads in me and he got 2. Found out not married or his kid. Open relationship/fwb situation. I was the 1st guy he fucked or got fucked by. SWEET! OH YEAH....repeated on sat morning.

Love GH. Last time I stuck my cock through the hole I had a warm mouth on me. Licking and sucking. My cock was rock hard and I was so horny I said (loud enough for him to hear) "back up on me." He did as told and I had a warm wet ass on my cock. I fucked that hole for a bit and couldn't hold back. I shoved deeper inside and shot my load deep in that hole. He grunted as I shot and I was moaning. When my dick softened, I pulled out, got dressed. Thanked him and left! So satisfied!

PART FIVE It was a combination of happiness & relief when I turned around and saw the sexy tatted guy from before standing in front of me, his fingers still in my arse. I was so relieved, and let's face it, high & horny, that I wrapped my arms round his neck and started making out with him. During the blowbang I didn't kiss anyone & I'd never kissed a guy properly before so here I was, having my first ever passionate kiss with a guy while I was being filmed for a gay site. His cock was rock hard between us as we continued to kiss and he drove his fingers deep into my arse, working them in & out. It kinda hurt a bit as he worked his fingers deeper but I was loving it so much even though the poppers were wearing off. He REALLY knew what he was doing! "Looks like someone's happy to see you again Tim!" I heard Seth laugh. I broke off from our kiss, "Hey I'm not the only one!" and started stroking Tim's long hard dick as I started to kneel down while he turned the shower off. I couldn't help myself, I needed that cock in my mouth again. "That's my good little faggot, get my big dick good & wet so I can claim that arse of yours." I knew I railed against being called a fag earlier by one of the other guys, but Tim had such a calming presence I just wanted to make him so happy. "God you're so good at that baby. That'll do for the moment, I don't wanna cum too soon. Now get up & turn around for me." I did as he said, presenting him my arse. "Mmmmm, you've been giving it a good soaping up too, wanting to get it ready for your man." He tapped me to take some more poppers as he brought the cameraman closer. "Get a good look at this hole mate, because it's gonna look totally different in a few minutes' time." I'd taken a few hits as he was saying that so I couldn't help but push back as he inserted three fingers into my arse to brace himself while he was standing up. The anticipation was overwhelming me, I needed his cock so bad! "Put your hands against the wall Cody, and lean over as far as you can." I did as he said while he roughly pulled his fingers out. It hurt a little, but my need for his dick surpassed that. I looked back just in time as he was slowing pushing the head of his dick inside me. I was too far gone to care that he didn't have a condom on, I was just enjoying the feeling of my hole slowly being filled. I was moaning out of pain & pleasure at the same time. Tim had taken the one hand he was using to guide his cock into me and now had both hands on my hips so he could get as deep as he could. And I wanted him all the way in. He told me to stand up properly and I could feel his pubes against my arse. "ALLL the way into my little bottom faggot!" he announced and Seth & the crew cheered. I could feel his hot breath against my ear and he whispered into it, "Now I've fucked so many arses in my lifetime and I know a virgin when I'm in one. This is your first time isn't it?" I nodded. "I thought so, so I'm gonna make sure you never forget it!" and with that, he pulled my face back into a deep kiss and started pounding me from behind. I was shocked at how good it felt to have a cock inside me, I'd heard about the sensitivity of the prostate & stuff but the absolute pounding Tim was giving my arse was that to the nth degree! I couldn't help but groan my pleasure as he fucked me. I leant my face back towards him for another kiss and he spat into my open mouth, "You need to know your place fag, and that is to lean over further for me." He pulled my legs back a bit & I braced myself against the shower wall for him. I'd seen so many girls striking that pose before in pornos and here I was doing the same. "Oh fuck yes......I can get even deeper here......won't be long now!" I could hear Tim say as he started driving deeper and harder. The poppers had well & truly worn off by now but the feeling of him deep inside me was all too much & I shot thick ropes of cum onto the shower floor. Seth & the guys started to cheer, telling Tim what I'd done. "Fuck yeah...and that's why I'm the best in the business" he said and held himself hard against my arse. I could feel as his cock pulsed that he was cumming inside me which drew me back to reality a bit. I'd taken this guy without a condom & he'd cum in me?! Given he was one of their regular performers, he'd be making sure he was all clear from anything though. "You're a natural mate, now let's make sure it takes so you're fully converted" he whispered as he withdrew his cock before jamming a couple of fingers roughly into my hole, hard enough it made me jump. What did he mean by that? That I was a total bottom now? "He a good one Tim? I heard Seth ask. "Fucking awesome mate, brought us in another beauty" he said and high fived Seth as he walked past. I wanted to catch up with him but Seth called out to me before I could. "You bend over for us Cody so we can see that freshly seeded hole of yours." I did as I was told, and once again, could feel the camera moving in for a closeup on my arse. "Well Tim was right, it does look a lot different from when he started!" I was expecting to feel some cum dribbling out of my arse but I guess Tim had cum so deep (and with the use of his fingers) it was well inside me. "Looks like there's still some cleaning up for you to do too thanks Cody." I turned round and saw the puddle of my cum on the shower floor. "Be a good boy and clean that up for us." and he motioned for me to get down to lick it up. I felt so degraded, on all fours, arse way up in the air and wide open, looking into the camera as I slurped up the cum from the floor. Fortunately I hadn't been using too much soap so I was just slurping & licking up cum with a bit of water from the shower there too so it wasn't too different from last time. Despite how I was feeling & the thoughts racing through my head I picked up every drop and did my best to smile for the camera when it was all gone. Thankfully the cameraman said he'd got enough & I shakily got to my feet again. END OF PART FIVE

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

This gorgeous, dark skin man that knows my boyfriend has been trying to hook up with us for a few months (he mostly only communicated with the bf and we haven't been able to line our schedules up yet). One day, he began talking to me directly and started implying that he wanted to get with me on the side but the bf couldn't know (nor could his!). Obviously, I said YES! When I go to his place, he was waiting for me with his rock hard BBC, toned body and piercing eyes. He was quite a bit larger than what I'm used to and took his time opening me up. Before I knew it, he was pounding away and had me begging for more. After many different positions, he told me he was going to breed me and then he did. I felt every shot. After, he laid me on my side and started expertly massaging my prostate, verbalizing he wanted me to cum for 'daddy' and I did shortly thereafter..... (also, I am 40 and he is 25 🤯) After that, he politely asked me if I needed a towel, to which I said yes. After wiping down and reaching for my clothes, he came up to me and whispered in my ear: "I know you just came but can I PLEASE feel inside you one more time before you leave? You just felt SO good and I NEED to feel you again." ....In summary, I'm not sure which thing he did or said was the hottest but I definitely left a happy camper that day! I am curious what others' "hottest thing said" stories are?

Chapter 29: Exploring the POZabilities Part 2 Sir popped in the video, which was much more intense than id ever seen. It included fisting, double penetration, brushing and even an ass being spread wide by a speculum. The poz talk was even more intense. It wasn't long before I suggested we do some poz role play. Sir agreed and said he wanted to video it. I thought that was so hot. Once Sir got the canera, he immediately told me to get into doggy position. Sir started rubbing his already leaking cock on my hole, teasing me by asking if I wanted his poz load. I said i didn't want it, but needed it. Sir then slipped the head of his cock in my ass, and said I wasn't convincing enough, and that if he wanted his cock shooting his toxic cock fully in me, i would have to convince him. I started pleading with him, and Sir slowly pushed more of his cock in me as I pleaded. Sir thrust his cock fully in when I said I wanted his toxic DNA deep in me, so we could be as one. Sir then pounded me hard and fast. As he was almost ready to shoot, he said there is no turning back, and he would forever be a part of me now. Once we were done, I cleaned Sirs cock, and we embraced, and deep kissed for longer than they ever had. I was a bit confused. Did I really want to become pozzed, especially by my step dad, or was this just me experiencing something new and exciting for the first time?

i can't remember if i have posted on this thread before? idk, it's been around for awhile. i did see my dad naked a few times as a kid, and it just sorta scared me lol. i have never felt attraction to him as a kid or an adult, but i was attracted to boys my own age as far back as 7 from what i can recall. Never my dad, and really, never to older guys as a thing. i was fucked by some, but was never necessarily attracted to the Daddy/son dynamic. For me, it's always been Top/bottom, Dom/sub (of a particular type)... and if it's right, it can be any age. i also have 2 brothers, one 13 years older and one 10 years older. The oldest was gay and pretty blatant about it, from an early age. He died of AID's in the 80's, before i had accepted myself as gay (even though i was getting fucked a lot, i was still religious and fighting it unsuccessfully). i remember looking at a pic of Him after He died, when He was 20 or so, and He realizing just how hot He was. He was porn star hot, but i never saw that until after He died. Before or after though, i still was never attracted to Him or my other brother who was extra straight lol. Because of my religious past, i also ended up getting married to a woman and have 2 sons. Same there, never any sexual interest at all. Both turned out straight and just the idea of sex between us offends something in me. Not sure if that's a conditioned response or if it's just because i know it would offend them, but i don't have any desire independent of that either. i did, however, have a crush on my cousin as soon as we met (11 years old). He was one year older than me and was one Dom little fucker lol. He'd only play games with me that He knew He would win. He loved to wrestle and play tackle football. He was bigger and aggressive, and always wiped me out lol. i still have occasional dreams about Him and we are teens in my dreams and they are always romantic. Haven't seen Him in 35 years, but i don't think my feelings for Him ever went away on some level. That doesn't feel like incest to me though? idk, that doesn't factor in consciously for me.

Boys my own age. i can even remember Their names. i've written about it elsewhere on BZ, but at 7 (we were both the same age) a boy down the street (Danny Newberry) took me into His bathroom one day and showed me an enema nozzle. He was very excited as He explained to me what it was and where it went, nothing happened between us, but when i got home, i found our enema nozzle and it became the first thing to go into my ass. i had a crush on another boy (Craig) at the same age, second grade, and can still see Him in my minds eye... i used to just stare and pine over Him watching Him play dodge ball. i became fixated on the kind of shirt He wore and had to have one. There were others, i was boy crazy even at that age, and it never went away, we all just got older. Now i do pretty much the same thing at work and at the gym, i like Guys. i think i may be gay? As for actors/celebrities? i crushed big time on Jim Morrison of The Doors, and David Cassidy on The Partridge Family. He sang this song: "I Think I Love You" and i'd swoon every time i heard it lol.

Bihairy, you remain one of the top 3 guys on here that I want to get seeded by.

I’m not a mod here, but I have been elsewhere, and I can tell you that the hassle and headache associated with moderating leaves very little margin for reward of any kind. I can’t imagine anyone finding it “tremendously fulfilling”. It’s a pain in the ass, and the people who need moderating in the first place just make it more so. The internet has become so uncivil that moderation is a practical necessity now that people have forgotten how to behave toward one another. Where you don’t have it, you get dumpster fires and cesspits. Without moderation, a place like this would go rancid in a hurry.

Got a motel room on March 21st and waited blindfolded and ass up from noon until 6 pm. Advertised on any and every platform I could think of. In total I got 14 loads from 13 guys. Probably could have gotten more cock if I allowed condoms but those days are long past. 😈 I have another session scheduled for Tuesday, April 11th and I'm hoping to beat that load count.

Very tight. Needs someone to loosen it up a bit...

As a only Top fucker.... I just and only love to fuck Anonymous. I don'want to see, know, talk to the person. I don't want to kiss or cuddle and sleep over. The thrill for me is just not to know who the person is who sucked my smelly cock in the darkroom ... or the musky ass that backed up bareback onto my cock and fucked the cum out of it. No chit chat.. just fucking and shooting my load is what I want.

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If I had him play with Rob then I’d be too tempted to give Tommy a happy ending. And I explored all the fetishes I’m into. Unfortunately if the neg gets too piggy and willing then the danger/risk dynamic gets lost and the pozzing isn’t hot for me anymore. But I did what I could without it gettin stale

My hole, after an afternoon of anon loads

It was a few weeks past and I had been thinking about what Dillon said a lot. I was becoming more piggy and was loving these new found kinks of mine. But also what he said with the danger aspect of playing with dangerous guys. I don’t want to catch anything but the thrill of coming close seemed to make more sense. I should be able to have control of what happens to me and I can’t deny that I love Mr. Lewis’s cock. So I decided that the next time he tried to fool around, I’d be a bit more relaxed around him but I wouldn’t let him poz me. This particular night I had a strange dream. I was small, like a little action figure. Mr. Lewis was there and he was holding me in his hand. We were both naked and he was touching his cock to my ass, which at this point was massive in comparison to me. His cock head as big as a massive beach ball. “No stop! It will never go in!” His pre cum soaking me head to toe. He stopped and held my up to his face. “Oh well if you can’t appreciate my cock, then I have only one other use for you pig boy.” He leaned his head back and dangled me over him by my leg. “This way you’ll never escape me again.” “Grandpa no! Don’t do it! Let me go!” “You said it, not me!” He opened his mouth wide and dropped me. I landed on his tongue and his lips closed around my ankles. My feet sticking out of his mouth. It was hot and wet all over. I could feel his saliva mixing with his pre all over me. I was terrified, I thought his giant tongue was going to push me to his molars for chewing but instead he slurped my feet in and his tongue was pushing me to the back of his throat. “Grandpa please don’t! I’m not food!” Mr. Lewis gave a mighty gulp and I was now on a slimy slip ‘n slide headed down his throat. I could feel myself being squeezed on all sides as I was being pushed down into his abyss. At the bottom of his esophagus I was passing a meaty ring, the stomach welcoming the new meat. There was a wave of heat and I dropped into his deadly chamber. He was talking and I could barely make out what he way saying through his stomach. “Ahh, Now isn’t that better? My raw cock in your ass?” There was a shifting. The whole place was shaking. “Sir you should pull out!” Someone else was out there too. Mr. Lewis was fucking someone right after he swallowed me. “No need for that. If you can’t appreciate my cock, you’ll end up like the last ungrateful boy.” He was taking about me. The stomach walls were starting to close all around me and the slime all around was starting to give a burning sensation. “Grandpa let me out! You can’t do this! Someone help!” Mr. Lewis ignored my pleas. His stomach getting to work on me as he fucked his new replacement boy toy on the outside. I could do nothing but pass out from the process, grandpas thrusting rhythm rocking me to sleep. But then I woke up. I was awake for real, sitting in my bed. I was cold and in a sweat. My heart racing. I felt my face to make sure I was awake. My phone said it was 4:12 am. Not the best time to wake up from a nightmare. But I felt something else. It was like my balls were slightly sore. I checked them but when I looked there was a cum puddle between my legs. Holy shit did I have a wet dream?! That’s never happened before! And why that dream? Why THAT dream?! I chose to disregard everything that happened. Put it out of my mind. I cleaned myself up and wiped the sheets off. I had trouble getting back to sleep but eventually I managed. My fallowing day went okay enough despite the rough sleep. I came back from work tired. It was a long day and I was looking forward to getting to bed. I said hi to Rob on my way through. He seemed happy to see me. “Hi Rob. Holding down the fort as always?” “Same shit I always do. You done earning your living for the day?” “Yeah. Same daily grind but it pays your rent money he he.” “As long as it comes on time it doesn’t matter what you gotta do for it.” We went back and forth like that for a while. I occasionally looked down to his shoes. I figured I should shoot for being more bold. “Hey Rob. Did you maybe want to hang out sometime? You seem to always be preoccupied with work around here. Maybe you’d like a break?” He looked at me for a bit. Contemplating his options. “You still been playing with that Lewis fellow?” “Not for a several weeks now. He says hi all the time but that’s about it.” “Okay. How about a little later after 9 you come to my place? It’s on the first floor by the stairs. You seem like an interesting guy.” “Great. Sounds good.” I finally had something arranged with him! I was looking forward to spending time with Rob alone for so long. It seemed like we were becoming friends. That was good. I liked him. Today was seeming like it was going to end on a highlight. I wandered back to my place, showered and took care of what needed to be done around the place. I had some assignments for school but they could wait for a bit. As I went through my dresser, I saw the pile of clothes in there that belonged to Mr. Lewis. ‘Oh, I still have these.’ I thought to myself. Mr. Lewis hadn’t stayed over, but what with my attempts to keep my door blocked I guess he never got the chance. I really should get the key back from him. I can’t keep living with a chair on my front door, and I didn’t want to randomly wake up with strange cocks going up my ass. It was close to the time Rob said to meet him. Before I went I figured I’d try and get my key back. I figured I could go in and say hi for a bit, keep up with being the friendly neighbor and leave with my ass unmolested. I was approaching Mr. Lewis’s door with his clothes and stopped. All the close calls that happened there. He was a wicked old man that wanted to corrupt me. I managed to avoid getting pozzed so far. I had researched water sports and poz sex, and apparently getting your ass pissed in almost totally stops the load from taking hold. As far as I knew I hadn’t received any loads that were inside me uninterrupted. But I didn’t know how much luck I still had. I gave the door a knock, ‘okay, say hi, be friendly and neighborly, get the key and get out. That’s all you have to do’ it didn’t take long for him to answer. “Tommy boy! Good to see you!” He was his usual happy aloof self. He had his tank top on, barefoot, and a jock strap. The shape of his monster cock very visible. I could see it twitch a little as he greeted me. “Hi Mr. Lewis. I just wanted to see how you were doing. I brought your clothes as well.” “I’ve been well! But much better now you’re here. Come in my boy!” He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me in. He put the clothing on the floor in a messy pile. Last time I was here we were watching tv that developed into something more. But this time I came over myself. So I can’t imagine he had any sneaky tricks up his sleeve. “I haven’t had any quality time with you in quite a while. You haven’t been avoiding me have you?” “No, I’ve just been focusing on school and work. Nothing against you.” I was trying to be as diplomatic as I could. “Actually I was wondering if I could get the key to my place back. I only have the two, so I get nervous about losing things.” “Like losing control with my cock? He he he.” He gave a playful poke in my ribs. We were sitting on his couch again. His arm on top of the sofa behind my back. “I kid, I kid. I’m sure it’s around here somewhere. I’ll be sure to give it to you. But tell me. Have you been up to any fun? I hear you went to one of Franks parties.” I guess I’m not surprised he heard about that. But thinking about it now it’s a little surprising he didn’t attend. “Yeah it was fun. I met some guys I could be friends with.” Mr. Lewis had his leg resting on his knee, his foot facing me. His toes lightly brushing my thigh. “I kept in contact with a couple.” “Oh? A couple of piss freaks hu? So tell me, how many cocks did you drink from?” At this point I wasn’t too shocked by his direct sexual talk. I’ve gotten used to his constant horny attitude. “I think, maybe five? One pissed inside me.” Mr. Lewis was now rubbing his crotch. “You nasty boy! I’m so proud of you! What other kinky stuff have you been up to? Spend time with George? He’s always asking about you.” “No I haven’t seen him. I don’t think I could do what he wants. Beside he isn’t much of the chatty type.” “He’s a direct bastard that’s for sure. He knows what he wants and doesn’t waste time getting what he wants. I always liked that about him. But you love his ass.” He was stroking his cock through his jock. It was getting hard, the small fabric struggling to hide it. “It’s uh, fine. But I can’t really have him showing up at my place unannounced.” He was rubbing my shoulder while he played with his jock through the material. I could tell he was getting his motor started. “Oh nonsense. He hasn’t been barging in at all. You’ve been a stubborn lil fucker blocking your door. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.” He was still playful, I hadn’t heard an ounce of displeasure in his voice. Like every move I make is part of his game and seeing what I do to resist him adds to his entertainment. “I wouldn’t have to if I could properly lock my door.” I got up from the sofa. I figured if I sat there too long he’d strip naked and get up to mischief. “Any idea where you put that key?” Mr. Lewis got up too. His raging boner very apparent. “It might be in my bedroom. Let’s go take a look.” I fallowed him to his bedroom. There were sex toys, lube bottles, and other small bottles on the shelves that I assumed were poppers. The floor was covered in dirty socks and underwear. Everything smelled like him. Or more specifically, smelled like him in the heat of sex. I got the feeling like I was in a hazardous place. “Let’s see. How about you dig through some of that laundry in the floor. I’ll take a look over here.” I rummaged through his clothes. They all had an odor to them. Like he wore them a lot. Tank tops, underwear, socks, sweat pants. He really didn’t have much else. Some of the socks were hard. I could tell by the smell and feel that he probably came inside them. I wasn’t finding anything else. I got up to see if I could look elsewhere and I saw Mr. Lewis naked. His cock fully erect. His cock head huge, like it usually gets when he’s horny. He was looking through his dresser. “Don’t mind this. My boner was uncomfortable in that old thing. I’m not finding it here.” He moved to the bed and was laying down stroking his cock slowly. “How about you keep looking while I watch?” The bedroom no longer felt like a bedroom. It was more like I was in the stomach of a giant beast and if I didn’t leave soon I’d be digested. He was trying to entice me with his cock. I continued to look around while he was stroking himself. All I found were sex toys and porn. “Try under the bed.” He suggested. His feet hanging over the edge pointing at me. I walked over and got down between them. “Getting distracted by something?” He laughed. “No, I’m fine.” I shook the tempting thoughts out of my head and started looking under the bed. There was dirty laundry and a few used condoms with cum in them around me. Obviously he didn’t use them on anyone. Probably just used to catch his loads and thrown aside. I didn’t see anything of mine under the bed. “Not here either. Are you sure it’s in your bedroom?” Mr. Lewis stood up. His feet on either side next to my head. His right foot stepped on a condom and I saw the cum gush out between his toes. “Looks like I made a mess on my foot there. How about you clean it up?” He stuck it in my face. It smelled like dirty feet and cum. I couldn’t deny that I liked it, so I started licking the cum off of it. “That’s a good boy. Suck your grandpas toes.” He was stepping on my face, pinning me down. He smeared his foot on me, rubbing his cock. I did my best to lick up the cum. Mr. Lewis enjoyed stepping on me. I was enjoying giving him foot service. He motioned around and started pulling my shirt off. “Grandpa, I don’t really have time for this.” He yanked it off and threw it in a corner. “Nonsense, you get to seem me nude. I should be able to see you too.” He was unbuttoning my jeans when I decided that was far enough.I got up and nudged his hands off my pants. My ass crack poking out. “If we can’t find the key perhaps I can come back another time.” I was rubbing my face off with one of his socks on the ground. “Oh now I remember! I gave it to George! Let’s go see him. I think he has company over.” Mr. Lewis guided me by the arm towards the hallway. Of course he was walking out naked. Why would it matter to him? “I don’t think I need to go over there. I have plans.” We were in front of his door. Mr. Lewis was rubbing my nipples. “We’re just going to say hi. He’s missed you. And I’ve missed this ass.” He went behind me and pulled my pants down far enough to reveal my ass. He held me from behind and rubbed his cock between my cheeks. He reached over and opened George’s door. It wasn’t locked. “Go on in.” He gave a hump and his cock head poked my ass, causing me to move forward into the apartment. He kept jabbing me in the ass. Like he was herding me inward more into George’s place. He shut the door behind him. “You can stay a little while can’t you?” He was in front of me now. Trying to guide me toward the bedroom. I would have tried and leave but I felt like had a little more confidence in myself. I was definitely getting horny and curious as to what he had planned. I was fairly sure I could spend some time here and leave without things getting too out of hand. When we entered the bedroom George was rimming a chubby bear. It was one of the bears who’s piss I drank during the party. The ones who double dicked my mouth and Dillon helped drink with me. “Hey there old George! Don’t mind us. Tommy here was just looking for his spare key. My that sure looks like fun.” Mr. Lewis got on the bed and was playing with George’s ass. “It’s in a dresser around here. How’s about you have the pig give me some service for it?” Mr. Lewis was sliding his cock into George’s ass. George didn’t seem to notice or was too preoccupied with licking the other bears ass. “Sounds fair to me! Foot pig! While I wet my whistle here a bit. How about you lick his feet? You gotta earn that key back.” George was on all fours while Mr. Lewis was fucking him slowly. Their feet lined up in a row. George’s were plumper then Mr. Lewis’s. It seemed like a harmless request so I got on the bed and went down on George’s soles. Running my tongue up and down them. His flavor was strong but I liked it. Of all the kinks I’ve done I think this was probably my favorite. Mr. Lewis was drilling away, not fast or hard. But enjoying his time. His ass was above me and I was tempted to play with it, maybe take a break from the foot licking and rim him. But that would be escalating things too much so I studiously focused on George’s feet. I gave both of them a thorough cleaning. About 10 minutes worth. I was sucking on his toes for quite some time before I felt hands on my ass. When I looked up both George and the other bear were side by side on there knees. Both asses facing me. I hadn’t realized that everyone shifted positions, and Mr. Lewis was next to me. His slippery cock pointing at my face. “You’ve been doing such a good job foot pig but the boys over here want to feel your handy work. Go on, finger them.” I was still a little foot drunk and horny so I reached for both of their asses. George on the left, piss bear on the right. Both their holes were large and sloppy wet from spit, lube, and sex fluids. My index and middle fingers went in no problem. “Good boy. Work those fingers in. Don’t be shy. Stick some more in.” I pushed in a couple more. Each hole taking in four fingers. The guys were moaning. They felt hot and wet inside. It was kinda nice. Mr. Lewis was holding my wrist helping me finger fuck George. “That good, get up in there. Old George here is accustomed to getting his hole stretched. Let’s get you fully inside him.” He was pushing my hand in further. The ass was loose, but my hand was struggling to go in. I had never fisted anyone before. I tried applying the same force on piss bear as well. They were both grunting ass I was slowly sinking in but I was having trouble getting my knuckles past their fleshy rings. Mr. Lewis then jolted my elbow forward hard and my entire hand popped into George’s ass up to my wrist. “Ah fuck! Yeah that’s it!” George yelled. I was worried about my hand going so far up his ass but I only felt his moist insides. “Holly shit it’s actually in!” It was an astonishing sight. The chubby ass gulping down my hand. I was wearing his hole like a bracelet. “That’s a good lad! George here cleaned out earlier. So it’s smooth sailing. Now for the other hand!” Mr. Lewis encouraged. I was slowly pushing my hand in George, fist fucking him. My knuckles were still outside piss bear’s ass so I applied the same amount of force on him that Mr. Lewis gave my other arm. It popped inside him as well up to my wrist. “Shit! That’s all in!” He grunted as I made both hands into fists inside them and started needing their colons in tandem. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.” I know I did some wild stuff in the past but this was at the top of the list for me. Their holes were squeezing me tight as I pumped my arms forward and back. Their moans and grunts kept coming. They were loving this. My cock was hard and struggling in my pants. “Nothing like a good double fisting eh pig boy?” Mr. Lewis was rubbing my boner through my pants. I was starting to moan as well. It was an intense play session and I was enjoying myself when in the past I’d be too scared to do anything like this. “How about I suck that cock of yours. Looks like you need to get out of those pants. Hey fellas! Turn him over for me.” What did that mean, ‘turning me over’? Before I could think about it too much. Piss bear was turning over on his back with my fist still up his ass. Then George rolled over him, pulling me with him, flipping me on my back. He turned over and now piss bear was on the left side of the bed and George was on the right. Both of them on their backs and me on mine. George’s left foot by my right cheek and piss bears right foot by my left cheek. Their legs over my shoulders. “There now. Now we can pull these off ya.” Mr. Lewis was taking my pants off and my cock sprang up slapping my belly. “Keep working on their holes boy. You’re doing a good job.” He went down on me. Taking my cock in his mouth. It felt great. My fists firmly lodged in two bears, feet by my face, and my cock getting sucked by grandpa. “Grandpa this is amazing!” I couldn’t help but love what was happening. He was sucking my cock so expertly. Working my shaft and kissing my head. He went down and I could feel it enter the back of his throat. “Fuck, that’s it! Swallow me whole! Ah!” An interesting choice of words, probably brought on by last nights dream. “Such an eager boy today. Grandpa is going to make sure you feel good.” He started sucking my balls as he stroked me. I was thrusting my fists up into George and piss bear. They were jacking their cocks as they watched me. Mr. Lewis was licking my balls and going down my taint. He lifted my legs and dug his tongue in my ass. I was now being rimmed. He was ravenous on my ass. Sucking me and tongue fucking me. I was turning my head to kiss the bear feet beside me. Piss bear lifted his foot so I could taste the bottoms. I got my tongue between his toes and licked them thoroughly. He tasted good. I was leaking pre and my hole was getting worked on by grandpa. It was so hot. I never dreamed I would find myself in a situation like this. My ass was feeling great but there was only so much a tongue could do. I thought about Dillon and his words. The danger aspect of Mr. Lewis. But I felt confident I could handle him. I spoke from under piss bears foot. “Grandpa if you cum outside, you can fuck me. Please I need to feel your cock.” That got his attention. He got up from eating my ass and looked at me. His cock resting on my ass. “You’re begging for my cock? Oh well this a definitely a new side of you I love! Very well foot pig. This 9 inch cock is going to stir up your guts real good!” He spread my legs and was rubbing his cock around my hole. He was stroking it hard. My hips here rocking on him. Then he grabbed my foot and started licking it. “Mmm such a sweet boy you are, your foot is making me leak hard.” He was sucking my toes now. His cock still outside my ass but kissing my entrance. I could feel the size of his large flared head. He kept jacking his cock as he licked my foot. His hand moving faster on his dick, his breath getting labored. I was getting anxious and wanted to feel it in me so I wrapped my other leg around his ass and tried guiding him forward into me. His cock head pushing against my hole. “Woah there, if you’re that eager you have to ask for it. Ask me to fuck you with my poz cock.” I knew I was playing with fire but I was loving everything that was happening. I could tell when he was close to cuming so I could tell him to pull it out before he dumped his load in me. I just really wanted to be fucked. If I could feel that monster cock go to town on my ass, I was okay with indulging his kink talk. “Please fuck me with your poz cock grandpa.” “Good boy! Finally.” Mr. Lewis started pushing in. My hole was sleek and hungry for cock. His tip popped in me and he pushed the the rest in me slow. All 9 inches deep into me. I could feel my guts struggling to accommodate his length and the girth of his head. But it was so good and I didn’t resist. He started fucking me. My legs over his shoulders. I kept fist fucking my human oven mitts. The large men seemed to be in ecstasy of the work I was putting in. They really loved watching me take cock up the ass. Mr. Lewis was pounding away at me. Slamming his hips into me. His balls slapping my ass as he gripped my thighs. “You love this dirty cock fucking up your insides don’t you?” “Yes grandpa. It’s so big!” “Big and raw. Your ass is doing a fine job sucking my cock. It’s going to easily work a big load out of me.“ His ball slapping thrusts got faster. He was so energetic. I kept kissing the feet next to me while my ass was getting pulverized. My fists pushing further in the men above me. “If you want me to cum outside you’ll have to say when.” I gave a nod in acknowledgment. I let Mr. Lewis have his fun for a while longer then I could feel his body getting tense. His cock feeling extra hard. “Oh boy, I’m getting close. Perhaps I should pull out.“ His voice had a slight teasing tone to it. His hips still fucking me but not as deep as before, pulling a few inches of his fantastic cock out. I knew the risks, but I wanted to feel that cock deeper into me. I wrapped my legs around Mr. Lewis’s waist and slammed him into me, making him drill his cock in deeper. I assisted with his thrusting using my feet on his ass. “Oh? Are you sure about this? It could end up blowing inside you!” He had a wicked smile. I wasn’t going to let him do that but I wanted him to get as close as possible. So I kept my legs around him. “I know just keep going!” His fast fucking was now with a purpose. Mr. Lewis was trying to go straight for a cum blast. It was driving me insane. Each thrust churning my guts up. “Oh fuck pig boy I’m going to cum! Fuck my cock is so deep in your neg ass!” I could only moan. I could feel his cock swelling and getting rockhard. The type of steel stiffness it gets as it’s preparing to shoot. I wanted to feel it fuck into me until the last second. he was grunting as he was drooling, the two bears I was fisting were moaning, I was moaning too. It was a true four-way of depravity. “Oh shit, here comes! Gonna shoot it! Your ass is in trouble!” His balls were primed up, his cock fucking deep in to me, my legs wrapped around him pulling him in tight. “I know just shoot your load grandpa! Fucking shoot it!” “Yes! It’s finally going to breed ya pig! OH FUCK!” This was it. His face was distorting as his orgasm began. I was going to pull my hands out of the hungry holes and push his cock out of me. But the two bears clenched their asses on my wrists. I couldn’t get out. In that moment I realized I was being tied down to the bed, where the shackles were two bear chubs ass holes trying to devour my arms. And Mr. Lewis’s cock was thrusting hard as it was reaching orgasm now. “AAAAAAGH!!-“ “GRANDPA STO-“ I tried to tell him to pull out, but George and piss bear lifted their feet and plopped them on my face. Both feet pressing down and covering my entire head. Their toes curling over my lips keeping my mouth shut. The smell of them causing my head to spin. All I could feel was they’re assholes clamping down on my wrists locking me in place, and a stone pillar of a cock slamming into me hard. “-AAAAGH! FUCK! YES! MY FULL BLOWN AIDS LOAD IS IN YOU!” Mr. Lewis slammed home and let out a mighty torrent of sperm, blasting directly up into my intestines. Each thrust shooting another ribbon, I tried to scream but i was muffled between the two chubby bear feet smothering my face. All the while, the poz cock was depositing continuous load after load deep in my body. I was able to keep track. He shot 20 streams of cum deep inside of me. I could feel almost every one of them forcefully shooting out of his fat cock head. Once his cock finished delivering it’s deadly poison. Mr. Lewis collapsed onto me. His cock was still hard. He was gently fucking his load in. Keeping it inside of me. The two bear chubs still gripping onto my hands, still smothering my face with their feet. Mr. Lewis finally got me. He finally managed to blast a massive load of his poz cum up in me. “Ah, looks like I finally managed to infect you with my rancid seed pig boy. My balls just emptied into you a massive load of high viral AIDS poison. And you wrapped your legs around me and made me deliver it. I always knew it would end up like this. From the moment you walked into this building the first time I knew you would end up my tainted fuck toy.” I couldn’t speak. Even if my face wasn’t being smothered by thick feet, I would still be in too much shock to say anything. I was thinking about Rob. I thought about our plans for tonight, that I was supposed to just get my key back and go over to his place. I was filled with guilt and shame. I can’t go to him now. Mr. Lewis kept fucking me as he was dirty talking to me. The feet on my face making it hard for me to breathe. I was getting lightheaded and felt like I was about to pass out. “Keep on holding him fellas. I’m going to work up another load. I’m not going to stop until it takes in him.” He kept fucking me. I was still being trapped by bear ass and feet. The last thing I remember before passing out was wrapping my legs around Mr. Lewis and helping him work up to another cum shot. Epilogue: It had been a few weeks since Mr. Lewis entrapped me in his game to get his load inside me. I never made it to my meeting with Rob. In the days since he seemed to be his usual self. Unfazed by me blowing him off. We only ever made small talk. I felt too guilty to try and reschedule anything with him. I had just gotten over cold or flew. It was pretty mild so I wasn’t sure if it was because of grandpa’s breeding. But it did make me feel like I shouldn’t play around with Rob if he ever asks. I came to terms that I was a kinky pig like how Mr. Lewis always referred to me as. I embraced that side of me. I grew a lot in these last few months. I could barely recognize the sheltered timid guy I was. Even though grandpa won his game I wasn’t going to embrace being a poz pig. I haven’t been tested yet, fearing the results. I’ll get around to it eventually. But I noticed a change. Mr. Lewis seems to have lost some interest in me. I even got my key back from George. He doesn’t express as much enthusiasm when we pass each other by. I guess to him I’m now back to the neighbor who helped with his plumbing.

Follow the money. There’s no such thing as a ‘free’ HIV kit. Someone has to manufacture them, someone has to ship them, someone has to collect them, and someone has to run the lab that tests them, none of those people do their work for free, so someone, somewhere down the line, pays. Because it’s a public health initiative, the one who pays may be the government…which means the taxpayer. Americans pay taxes in order to receive the benefits their government provides for them as citizens. From time to time, their tax dollars also are spent in the aid of other nations, but this is always because the government has determined that the taxpayer will significantly benefit the outcome of that expenditure. As a general rule, Americans, while on the whole generous, are not wild about the idea of paying for things they get nothing out of. Lawmakers in particular like to make a political points off of claims that public money is being spent wastefully helping non-Americans. As a result, those administering the programs must be especially conscious about the way funds are disbursed. If Grindr is operating as a conduit for distribution of HIV kits provided by government agencies or NGOs using federal funding, I guarantee you there are restrictions on sending those kits outside US borders. It has nothing to do with race, ethnicity, nationalism or xenophobia - it has to do with laws that ensure that tax dollars get spent on taxpayers. This analysis is, of course, based on the assumption that Grindr is indeed drawing upon such a governmental program. If so, however, then if Canadians and Mexicans want Grindr to offer equal service to them, it would seem that their first call should be not ti Grindr, but to their government representatives to determine whether those national governments are providing free kits for distribution…and if not, why the hell not.

I was trying to figure out how to do what Mr. Lewis asked me to do. It seemed impossible. I can’t just go up to a guy and ask to lick his feet. That’s weird. And why would he sick George on me as punishment? I never even knew his name before now. I can’t believe how perverted my two neighbors are. He just shoved his foot in my mouth! Well Mr. Lewis has too but that was different. George on the other hand was rough and had a stronger flavor. I can still taste it. I spent the days trying to talk to the landlord. It was mostly all small talk. He used to have a bad attitude towards everyone I thought but since talking to him he’s been okay. Not friendly, but not as sour as he used to be. I found out his name was Rob. But other then asking hows work been or school. I didn’t find many opportunities for intimate conversation. He hadn’t even asked me about Mr. Lewis. Periodically I would glance down at his shoes, they must have been size 13 or 14. I must have been becoming more open to kink, since as I looked at him I was wondering what they’d feel like. He himself has decent hygiene so they might not smell too strong. But he does work on his feet a lot so they must get tired. I wanted to massage them. I imagined him relaxing in the couch, having a beer, me rubbing them after a long day. The scene seemed quite romantic in a way. Day after day I tried talking to Rob. I kept the conversations going as long as I could but he never put the effort into holding them long. I was getting worried. I only had a couple days left. I’d walk to my place and when Mr. Lewis saw me he’d ask me how my task went. “Howdy there Tommy boy. How’s your ‘homework’ coming along?” He stood in the doorway. “Nothing yet. I don’t think it’s going to be possible. He doesn’t seem interested.” I was nervous. “Oh not much time left. You have till tomorrow to get the job done. You’re not delaying on purpose are ya? Gosh if ya wanted George to come by, all you had to do was ask, he’s right next to ya for goodness sake.” He was giggling. Relishing the fact that my time was running out. “No of course not.” I whispered. I knew the halls weren’t good at sound proofing. So I tried not to alert George to what I was saying. If he could through his walls. “The guy give me the creeps. Isn’t he really dangerous. With everything he has going on?” “You love my poz cock. You can take it just fine.” Thats not true, I was always apprehensive about him fucking me. Every time it was forced but I did go cock crazy when it would hit all the right places, and all the right places deep, and hard. Horny version of me isn’t the same as rational version. “I don’t want to catch any STDs Mr. Lewis. Besides, you make me…” “And you love it all the same. If it makes you feel good, it doesn’t matter if a little poison gets in ya. He he.” He grabbed my ass and gave it a squeeze. He didn’t take his hand away. Instead he slipped it in my pants and started playing with my hole. “But I know old George has a lot going on in his balls. That should give you incentive.” “Oh! Not here.” He was digging a finger in. No one was around but public play like this always had risk. Just like last time. Mr. Lewis pulled out and licked his fingers. “Good luck hunting.” Instead of going home I went to go look for Rob again. I wanted to try and see if I could maybe invite him to hang out or perhaps drinks. Something like that. I walked down through the building to see if I could run into him, I don’t always know where he is or what he gets up to. But then we found each other. “Oh hey there kid.” He was fairly casual. “Oh hey Rob, I was looking for you actually. Um, are you busy-“ “Okay stop.” He looked as if he was already tired of the conversation. “What’s with you being all chummy lately. You’re not normally so chatty.” “I just thought. You know, well. I see you a lot. And we haven’t really gotten to know each other well.” “You want to fuck or something is that it?” That made me blush. I figured I’d take this as an opportunity but I struggled for words. “I wanted to hangout. And maybe that, if you feel like it.” “Are you still playing with the old man?” “…yes.” “He poz you yet?” “No!” “When was the last time you saw him.” “Well, I did see him in the hall a moment ago and he was pretty handsy.” It was uncomfortable having this conversation out in the open. But Rob was unfazed. “And you came straight to find me after seeing him, is that right?” “Um…yeah?” Rob put his palm on his face. Thinking. He stood there for a moment. “Okay what has he gotten you doing? Did he put you up to some perverted prank?” I was shocked at how astute he was. It seemed like the two of them had a lot of history. “Yes, I’m sorry. He wants me to try and…” I looked at his feet, then back to his eyes. I couldn’t say it. “…hookup with someone by the end of the week. And I remember you offering a while ago.” “Yeah sure.” He shrugged. “Really?!” I was ecstatic. I’ll finally get this done, and hooking up with Rob seems more of a bonus. Looking at him now, I realize he’s hot. “You said by the end of the week? Well I have a lot on my plate. I’ll probably be free tomorrow.” “That’s great! I look forward to it!” “Hey there kid. Don’t go creaming your jeans yet. I gotta get back to it.” He motioned to turn around and leave but he looked at me again. He patted me on the shoulder. “You’re alright.” Then left. I felt relieved. I wasn’t out of the woods yet, but at least I had a date planned with him now. Sure it was last minute but I didn’t care. I returned to my place, glancing at the ominous door next to mine. George was probably in there, or at work, or whatever he does. For a moment I imagined me myself getting fucked by him. It made me tremble. No thank you. Later that day I was playing on my phone. I hadn’t seen Mr. Lewis at all since earlier, so there hadn’t been any antics from him other that a quick fingering. There was a knock on the door. It might have been Rob coming a day early, or more likely Mr. Lewis for some sort of sex game he just concocted. I went over and opened the door but standing there wasn’t Mr. Lewis or Rob. It was Old George. “George? Hello, what’s going on?” I couldn’t hide the fear in my voice. What the hell? What was he doing here?! I still had a full day! “Just gonna dump a load. Let’s get to it.” He said with a monotone like he was getting an errand done. He walked in put a meaty hand on my shoulder looking around for a place to do it while undoing his belt with the other. “What? No! You weren’t supposed to until I did something for Mr. Lewis!” He nudged me towards the kitchen counter seeing as it was the closest place to the door. Then dropping his pants. “Yeah I know about your bet with him. He told me to wait till the end of the week but I didn’t feel like it. Might as well have some ass now.” He bent me over the counter and was pulling my pants down. “No Sir. This isn’t right. You can’t just-” Then came down my underwear, exposing my ass to him. He spread my legs and started rimming me. He dug his tongue in and slobbered all over my ass. “Oh god. George sir. You need to…” he ignored my words. He sucked on my hole like he was trying to give it a hickey. When he was done he pulled down his underwear and started stroking his cock. “You’ve taken Mr. Lewis‘s cock. So obviously you don’t have standards. Which is good because no one will let my cock anywhere near them, not with all the nasty shit it’s carrying. I’ll be done quick.” He spread my ass apart with one hand and was stroking himself to erection with the other. What do I do? I have to think of something. I then felt his cock slapping my ass. He was adjusting himself and finding a good standing position and was leaning forward. “I see someone is dipping their hand in the cookie jar.” Mr. Lewis was there. He walked in to see what was going on. He was leaning against the counter watching George prod me. “Mr. Lewis!” I pleaded. He seemed annoyed yet not surprised with Old George. “You incorrigible man. How is your dick? Flareups bad today? Oh not good. I see a little bit of pus leaking out your tip. And quite a lot cheese on it. Don’t you ever wash it?“ “Yeah it’s pretty bad. But what’s the point? His ass will clean it off for me.” He then started poking my hole with the tip of his cock. It felt rough and bumpy. I was shuttering over what it might look like. Mr. Lewis was chuckling watching the diseased cock at my ass. “Wow that’s not a pretty site. Can’t say this was supposed to happen, but when a man has to cum, he’s gotta cum. Do your best Sunny boy and suck that cock clean with your ass. Hey George, if you wanted to you could sit on his face afterwards, and…you know.” He sounded like he was joking. A cruel joke. “Nasty! The boy does that too?” He was now trying to press in, my ass doing everything it could to keep closed. “Fuck it, yeah he’ll get that treatment too. You realize no one‘s going to want him after that.“ He was moving his hips, digging forward. I could feel my ass starting to open up. “I’ve had worse. I still need to poz him. Want to get a good thick load deep in there. Just need to break him down more. Plus my boy here is a natural pig. Aren’t ya pig boy?” I tried to refuse what was happening. “No I don’t want to do any of that!” “The little bastard is tight. Not having much luck getting it in.“ Mr. Lewis got closer to me and then swung a leg up on the counter. “I got just the trick that will help.“ He then pressed his foot up against my face. “Now breathe and relax boy.“ I couldn’t help but breath in his scent. Feeling the softness of his foot against my nose and face immediately went to my head. I thought of Rob while I breathed and for a split second I forgot who was behind me and I let my guard down. My ass relaxing. “There we go.“ Old George then thrust his hips forward and plunged his cock into me. It felt like a good 7 inches. It had sent a shock through my body. His big belly resting on my ass. ”Oh shit! Take it out!” He started moving his hips fast. Grunting like a beast. “Just relax my little foot pig. I won’t let him cum in you, he’s just going to have a little –“ “AAAAAGH FUCK!” George yelled and grunted. His body spasming. I felt a warm sensation inside me gushing out of his cock. “George? Did you really just cum in him already? You weren’t supposed to.” Oh god no. He didn’t. He fucking didn’t! “Couldn’t last. It had been a while…yup that spurt burned coming out. Nice ass though.“ George pulled out. A bead of cum dripping down my taint. Mr. Lewis looked at my ass and winced a bit. “Oof, didn’t know cum could look yellow.” Mr. Lewis laughed. “Shit. I need to clean out.” I got up. My thoughts to the bathroom. I’ll douche with mouthwash if I had to. George grabbed me by the arm. “All right then. I’m gonna take him to my place and feed him. If you hear screaming just ignore it.“ George pulled me by the arm. I was trying to take my hand away but he gripped me hard. “No you can’t I don’t want to!” We were now in the hall. George was opening the door to his place, it was dark and musky in there. I found myself tossed back onto a dirty mattress in the middle of the room. I couldn’t tell what was going on but then I saw a large fat ass hovering over me. George sat down and his weight pinned me to the mattress. His cheeks engulfing my face, the smell strong, his sweat salty. I was trying to push him off but it was like moving a boulder. “All right boy, hope you’re hungry. Because I’m not letting you up until your stomach is full.“ he then started straining and grunting. “Ugh..” his asshole was puckering and expanding on my mouth with each grunt. “Unf, here it comes pig boy.” “That’s probably enough“ I heard Mr. Lewis talking to George. “Don’t you think you should let him up George?” “Just a moment. I just need to uuuugh.” He grabbed my hair pulled me tighter to his ass as he grunted. He continue to push. His round pucker poking forward and back. I was kicking my legs trying to get out from under him before he did the unthinkable. “While I had been training him with kink and I’d be interested in seeing how he does with this. Hell, it reminds me of a while back when we shared that rent boy. You remember him right? That boy was talented. Why, he could take a spitroasting like a champ. After that night I think he was seriously questioning his life choices. You always did ring up the prices with all your more exotic tastes… Oh yeah, lost my train of thought there for a bit. So, uh, this was a hard limit he expressed before George old boy. And I don’t think he will be too compliant after this.” “Uuf… are you sure? Uuf… bit of an Indian giver aren’t you?“ “Yes George. But you know I was joking about this. He still has work to do. Remember what I told you about the big landlord? I want this boy to be servicing him soon. It would be difficult doing that if he was traumatized. So you’ve had your fun, now it’s time to get up. I’m sure Tommy here would love to eat out your ass anytime. But just as a rim job. In fact. Tomorrow morning, I’ll have him rim you for breakfast! How about that?” Mr. Lewis was patting George on the shoulder waiting for a reply. “Hm, give me a moment?“ George grimaced at Mr. Lewis. “Afraid not old man.“ “Huh, that’s a shame. Alright you head back. I’ll send him back your way.” “Oh you ain’t tricking me with that. Not like last time. Come now. I know you’re just stalling for time. You’ve been on him for a while already.” “…fine.” George looked at Mr Lewis for a moment then got off of me and I immediately got up and ran out of there. I locked myself in my apartment. And put a chair up against the door. Hoping that would keep anyone out. I didn’t see anyone else for the rest of the night.

PART FOUR "Congratulations on your first blowbang!" Seth exclaimed. To be honest, I didn't know what to think. I was definitely ashamed of what I'd done but the idea I'd made so many guys cum was certainly a turn-on as well even if it was something I didn't plan on doing again. "There's some stuff on the bench to your right if you want it." Looking over, I saw a bottle of poppers next to a big glass of water. I could still taste cum in my mouth and throat so I thought the best thing to do was to take a big hit of the poppers and take a long swig of water so what was left in my throat didn't worry me so much. The poppers were making me feel much better about what had happened when I heard Seth, "Now I know you've been through a lot today Cody but we sometimes like to add some extra behind the scenes content to our videos. For another $500 would you be OK with the idea of being fucked on camera?" I had to admit the money was too good to refuse & I was feeling pretty horny again so I quickly agreed. "That's the best news. One of the guys in the scene is one of our regular actors and he really took a shine to you. All the guys you sucked are doing their post-scene interviews now, we'll call them back & they can take you back to the shower area where we film the bonus content. Guys...can you escort Cody here to the bonus room?" There was a loud commotion from a nearby room after Seth yelled that out and there was a rush of at least double figure guys came over to me cheering. They hoisted me on their shoulders & carried me to an area towards the back, followed by the crew. It was pretty funny to be treated like that though a few guys were taking the opportunity to get a good feel of my butt. A few of them took the opportunity to roughly finger me as I was being carried which did hurt but I was kinda too swept up in it all to care too much, one of these guys was going to be fucking me soon anyway! I realised I still had the poppers still in my hand as they took me to a room with a running shower where Seth was waiting with the crew. I took a couple of big hits for some dutch courage as the guys put me into the shower, a couple still pawing inside my arse as they did so. "Well here he is...Cody our first time star! How did you enjoy it?" I smiled as I stood under the running water, "Yeah...it was amazing!" "Did you have a lot of fun?" "Oh yeah....a LOT of fun." "You look like you might want even more fun...can you turn around for me so I can see that arse of yours?" I turned around & gave a little wiggle as I could sense someone moving closer. "Now I've got a feeling that arse feels like it's missing out on the fun. Can you bend over for me so I can check?" With the camera so close on my butt I thought now would be a good time to take another couple of big hits of poppers. I could feel my whole body relaxing as Seth asked, "What do you think?" "That's a hungry faggot arse if ever I've seen one," I heard a familiar voice say as I felt two fingers push deep inside me. I hadn't even heard someone come in! "Mmmm it sure is...I can't wait to get inside it!" I turned around to see who my first partner would be, his fingers still probing deep inside my arse. END OF PART FOUR

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

I'm so stupid. I thought everyone was honest about their status. I was wrong. I just turned 18 a couple of days ago and decided to hit the apps. It didn't take long for me to start getting messages. I've always had a thing for older men and about ten of them in their 40's or above flooded my mailbox. I was looking for safe sex and all but one wanted to breed me. I declined their offer but kept them as favorites just in case. The gentleman that won my virginity said he was neg and would use a condom. Two hours later I'm standing at his door nervous as hell. He opened the door and led me directly into his bedroom. He had me strip down and then remove his clothes as well. I noticed he had a few tattoos but it was kinda dark in his room so I really couldn't tell what they were. While on my knees removing his socks he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock down my throat. I didn't resist because I was there to serve. He fucked my mouth good for about ten minutes before holding me still and cumming down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow. He said he was clean so I had no worries about swallowing his cum. After he finished he had me get on the bed on my stomach. He got on the bed with me and spread my cheeks. He then starts eating my hole and helping me loosen up. Occasionally it felt like his fingernails would scrape my insides but I thought that was normal so I didn't say anything. After about 15 minutes of eating my hole and getting me ready he told me it was time to say goodbye to my innocence. I heard him open up the condom but I didn't look back to make sure he actually put it on. Big mistake. He slid his cock in slowly to let my ass adjust to his size. He was around 7 inches long and fairly thick. Not as thick as a coke can but close enough. Once my ass adjusted to his cock he held a bottle under my nose and told me to sniff. I did as he said and soon my head was swimming but I was hornier than I'd ever been in my life. He started fucking my hole slow at first. Every few minutes he would have me sniff the bottle again and by now my penis was so hard it was hurting. My ass loosened up more and he really started fucking my ass harder and faster. He had me take another hit of the bottle and I lost all inhibitions. I wanted to feel his cum inside me. I started begging him to flood my ass. He let out an evil laugh and said don't worry slut you're going to get more than just my cum. Just then he let out a primal scream and I felt his cum flooding my ass. Being so horny and high I started cumming myself without ever touching my penis. As the euphoria started wearing off I realized I had taken him raw and his cum was brewing inside of me. Before I had time to do anything he grabbed a butt plug and shoved it in my ass. Still dazed by everything that just happened I was strapped to the bed with my ass on display. I realized what happened and tried to protest to no avail. Because I wouldn't be quiet he put tape over my mouth and told me to shut up. Once I calmed down he told me that he was poz and not on meds. For some reason upon hearing this I had another orgasm without touching myself. My body shook from the orgasm. It dawned on me that I was now this man's cumdump for as long as he wanted me. I didn't fight it and just accepted my fate.

We chatted for about three weeks on bbrts before actually meeting for the first time. He had photos on the site and had sent more when I'd asked but, he was much better looking in the flesh. 20 years old, dark brown eyes, olive coloured skin, which looked completely unblemished from the little on show. Almost six feet tall with a slim, fit body. His short dark brown hair was expensively cut and combed away from his very good looking young face. We'd already discussed at length what he wanted but I wanted to meet him in person. Firstly to make sure he was genuine and not just another flake who wanks himself off while fantasising and to make sure he knew what he was really getting into. The coffee shop where we'd made arrangements to meet was fairly large and spacious. It was almost three in the afternoon so the lunch crowd had long gone. There was only an elderly couple and a small group of young mums killing time before the school pick up. Dave was a little nervous I could tell. He kept looking away to make sure no one was approaching or listening in to our conversation. Had we not met for the reason intended he was the sort of young guy I would look at and imagine what he looked like naked, think I'd like to have sex with but, know I wouldn't stand a chance with in normal circumstances. Why would a twenty year old kid even notice a fifty year old greying, bespectacled guy who was past his best physically. But, these weren't normal circumstances. We'd met to discuss me breeding him. His overwhelming desire, so he told me for me to fertilize him, impregnate him, knowingly infect him, poz him. I had known these desires myself. They had been so strong and dominated me for so long, that I to had gone in search of someone to give me their infected seed. I remember my conversion so vividly. My desire, fear, apprehension. The guys face, his eyes, seemingly, staring into my very soul. The sweat dripping off his fat reddened face and his fat stinking body as he plowed my arse with his large cut cock. I remember the pain and how sore my hole was as he rammed himself into me without any lubricant. He fucked me hard for at least forty minutes. His cock tearing at the soft internal flesh and large balls slapping on my arse. As painful as it was I never asked him to stop or slow down as I wanted his toxic sperm so badly. I didn't think he would ever manage to cum but eventually he began grunting, his eyes wild looking and his face even redder. I closed my eyes and had a mental image of his cock sliding inside me back and forth, in and out. Suddenly he shouted 'Yes' and thrust himself into me hard and deep, up to the hilt. I could feel his body convulsing, his cock pumping his seed into me. In my mind's eye I could see his cock, now deeper than before inside me, pumping a large creamy stream of thick positive cum up inside me. I could see individual sperm swimming, looking to fertilize me, make me pregnant. Suddenly my breeder collapsed on top of me. We were both sweating profusely. He stank but I loved the smell. His tongue found my mouth. His breath smelt as well and loved that to. I wanted to remember every detail of this fuck. I knew it had changed my life forever. As I sat at the table looking at this handsome young man, remembering my own conversion, I knew I would change his life forever to. I could feel my cock begining to swell in anticipation. I wanted to take him, fuck him and give him my babies. **To be continued**

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

How I prefer it

The above post is an excellent example of misuse of the word Racist. GRINDR nor the company they’ve partnered with to distribute the hiv kits have given no indication that the kits are being offered exclusively to any one race nor that any race of people is being excluded.

Chapter 27: Coffee Tea and Pee Sir had brought two big coffee to go boxes, and several gallons of tea. Sir asked us who preferred coffee or tea. I said coffee and the trick said tea. Sir said perfect, and then we would have a taste test after breakfast. He told us we would head to the shower where we would drink directly from each others taps, after tasting a sample of our own piss. Sir encouraged both of us to drink lots of our chosen drink, and to let him know when felt we had to first piss. He told us at that point we would still continue to drink, until it became almost unbearable. Once we reached that point, Sir had us fill a cup half filled with our piss, and then we headed to the shower. Sir instructed us to finish the entire contents of the glass reminding us to remember the flavor. Once we did so, Sir instructed me to get on my knees, and the trick to piss directly into my mouth. Sir was quite pleased that I barely spilt a drop. When Sir started seeing the tricks stream weaken, he told the trick to stop, and feed him his remaining piss. Sir gargled my pissin his mouth, savoring the flavor. Sir didn't even have to tell the trick to get on his knees, or for me to feed him my piss. The trick did amazingly well also. I knew to stop and add his piss in Sirs mouth for him to savor.. Sir said that the tastes were somewhat similar, however the coffee was a bit stronger, and both very different than the beer piss the night before. The boys both agreed. The trick reminded Sir that he had to leave early afternoon, change and go to work. Sir said he knew, but had one more lesson for us, and a farewell suprise. Sir told the trick to bend over, and he was going to piss up his ass, and then breed him. The trick quickly bent over, and I looked disappointed. Sir told me i would get his this piss up my ass that afternoon. Sir had quite the bladder full of piss, and he started by just pissing on the tricks hole, before sticking the tip of his cock in and letting loose. Sir told me to lay under the trick, and collect the piss that oozed from his hole! Once Sirs bladder was empty, he told me to suck his cock to get him ready to breed the trick one last time that day. Sir got hard quickly and pounded his hole fiercely before nutting deep in his ass. Sir told me to eat his load from the tricks ass, and then to swap it with him. They still had lots of time before the trick had to leave, and Sir told him to get in bed naked with him and me. Sir began deeply kissing us, and told the trick to seriously consider if he wanted to be owned and collared like I was. Before the trick answered, Sir told him he thought he was already well experienced in somewhat vanilla sex, but wanted to explore much deeper. The trick agreed. Sir explained that being owned meant more than just having sex. Sir said that he would control everything he did sexually. He explained that before he could jack off, he would have to ask permission, however he noted his cock would likely be locked in a chastity cage for some time. He told the trick he would randomly text him asking where he was, and then give him instructions like go to the restroom and take a picture of him pissing, or sucking a strangers cock in a stall. The trick was pretty sure that he knew his response, yet still wanted to think about it. Sir said that's fine, but if you snooze too long you loose, as others have expressed a desire to be owned also.

It turns out that this isn't Grindr's program (it is one partner among several in a bigger initiative) and the campaign is supported by a CDC grant, which would explain why it is limited to the US. [think before following links] https://www.nbcnews.com/nbc-out/out-health-and-wellness/grindr-joins-major-public-health-push-distribute-free-home-hiv-tests-rcna75751

Of course the kits could be an issue. Grindr can't distribute an unapproved test kit in any country. I've worked in the medical device industry. You seem to dismiss logistical and legal issues as trivial. I'm telling you that they're not. Just because a test kit is approved in one country doesn't mean that it is approved in another. It depends on whether the manufacturer decides that the time and expense for approvals in another market was worthwhile. You're also ignoring that Grindr probably isn't undertaking this on its one. The expense would be huge. The source of financing may be limited to the US.

Of course regular FBs are always a reliable and good time and they usually end up getting more than one load at a time... But there's just something about the randomness of bathhouses and bookstores, finding those bottoms ass up and hole spread open just waiting and wanting a dick to slide in. Something about letting it all go, getting piggy, not caring and just fucking all those holes in a night, using cum as lube and giving them my own loads, that can't be beat.

Since it's April 1st, I think it's an appropriate time to discuss the “real” purpose of the gloryhole. With rapid industrialization in the 1800's, more and more people were flocking to the major cities. There, of course, needed to be places for people to relieve themselves, so comfort stations were erected throughout the city. They were commonly placed in back alleys and other out of the way locations. The problem with being stuck out of the way was that it made it difficult to hear the church bells that signaled the hour and so anyone inside could easy to lose track of time. If you didn't have a watch, you could be late for an important engagement! And, since it would be rude to call out and interrupt someone else as they were tending to their business, a more polite way of asking the time was introduced. Small holes, about the size of a pocket watch, were drilled through the partition walls. When looking at the right angle, it was possible to see the face of a watch when someone in the adjoining cubicle pulled one out and flashed it in your direction. Also, a signal consisting of a single finger sliding through the hole and pointing at the watch pocket was created as a polite way to ask to be shown their watch. Over time, the size and shape of gloryholes has changed. Newer gloryholes tend to be larger to accommodate those chunky “bling” watches, and some gloryholes are now elongated rectangular slits, obviously designed to match the size and shape of smartphones. Yes, we can thank industrialization and the incessant need to know the time for the introduction of the gloryhole. Although, now that I think about it, they could have been made for sex. I hadn't really considered it before, but I guess it's possible … While I think about it, I'll bid you all a Happy April Fools Day.

Here's my try slutty pussyhole. Breeders wanted.

Not sure how you equate Grindr distributing hiv tests kits in America, a multi-ethnic country as "racist." Its getting sad that everything we don't like is "fascism, or racism, or xenophobia" Are we, as adults, past the point of having an actual conversation or doing research into why a company is doing something, we may not agree with, and to the point of just throwing around racism, fascism or xenophobia now? Each country has different laws. Just because Grindr is doing this in USA doesnt mean they have the rights, or access to do it on Mexico or Canada.... (Which Canada btw, had a social healthcare system) so not sure why Grindr would need to distribute tests there.

It boggles my mind that there's a question of choice here. There is no choice. Swallowing is the choice. Good cocksuckers know to swallow because it's part of the job and their reward for the hard work. I know if you're going down on me and it's good you don't have other options. It's a matter of survival. When I'm forcing your head further down and unload between skull fucking sadistic thrusts, it's a question of how badly you want to breathe. Swallow and take every last drop or drown and swirl out while I finish off anyway? 🧐 🤔 😈

Nelson continued to watch Thomas relentlessly fuck the boy. He watched the sweat drip and splash in all directions. He saw it pool and gather in the crevices created by Raymond's straining muscles. He watched as Raymond's hair became slick and matted with sweat. But most importantly, he watched the boy give in. He knew the drugs were culprit responsible for this, but he also knew that Raymond chose to enter his apartment, that he chose to walk into the bathroom, the he chose to be slapped and pushed around well before the drugs had any real impact on his decision making. Yes, the drugs put Raymond into a new realm of pleasure but Nelson knew that the drugs really weren't for Raymond, not really. The drugs coursing through Raymond's body were more for the enjoyment of Thomas and himself. The drugs allowed them to punish and humiliate the boy in a way that he would gladly welcome and when it was all done Raymond might have some regrets, but he would, above all, remember these two studs and the amount of raw, animalistic pleasure he felt as they pummeled his cunt. Thomas gritted his teeth and felt the inklings of an orgasm. It wasn't imminent, but the was making its way if things kept up like this. He couldn't take his eyes off the boy. Still restrained, he marveled at the pureness of his body. Not much hair anywhere and the sweat only made his muscles appear more enticing. The more enticing the boy appeared, the more Thomas wanted to ruin him. These thoughts of wrecking the boy manifested in a continuous and unrelenting fuck. The sound of skin on skin wasn't the all too familiar sound of slapping flesh, Thomas' was in hate-fuck mode. The sound was a crashing *THWACK, as if he was trying to force his entire pelvis into the restrained boy. And each *THWACK followed by a guttural moan from the boy. THWACK...ughhh...THWACK...ughhh...THWACK...ughhh...THWACK...ughhh. Then Thomas felt something that he had only experienced a few times before. A relaxing of the boy beneath him. A deeply physical response that indicated the G Nelson had given him was doing its intended purpose. Only a few times before had he been deep inside a slut and felt the moment the G took hold. He looked up and saw Nelson admiring the fucking the boy was receiving and he also noticed the boy's hands no longer clung to the chains, trying to accommodate the deep and rough fucking he was receiving. Now the boy was fully accepting of what the studs intended for him. His body a bit more relaxed, though flexing and grinding enough to indicate he was still somewhere capable of feeling. As if connected, Nelson took notice of the boys altered state as well and gently tilted the boys head to his left and began to slowly feed Raymond his cock. "You going to breed this fag?" Nelson asked, as he worked a few inches of his cock in and out of the boy's every relaxing throat. And for the first time in 20 or so minutes he was unrelentingly fucking Raymond's cunt, he stopped and gave a heavy, satisfied sigh. "Of course, but not yet. I think I want to enjoy this G'd up fag in a few different positions. Let's get this bitch onto the bed." Raymond, further out to sea than before, recognized the fucking had stopped and tried to turn his head to Thomas, but Nelson held his head firmly in place. "Don't you fucking move. Keep sucking." Nelson said as he thrust his hips forward and backward as he began to unclip the restraints. With his still raging hard cock lodge deep inside Raymond, Thomas leaned down and licked the boy's torso and focused on his well defined pecs. He used his tongue to circle the flesh, making his way around the left nipple, tasting the salty and chemical-laden sweat the boy produced before gently latching on to the boy's nipple. This caused the boy to moan, one free hand going to Thomas' sweat covered back and the other to the back of Thomas' head as if trying to get him to suck more deeply on his nipple. Thomas bit down. Not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to elicit another guttural scream from the boy. Through gritted teeth, Thomas growled, "Get. Your. Fucking. Faggot. Hands. Off. Me!" and he slowly began to raise his head, nipple still between his teeth. Raymond was quick to oblige and his arms fell quickly to his side in hopes that would cause Thomas to free his tender and sensitive nipple. It worked, but not instantly. Thomas continued to slowly raise his head. stretching the nipple and its surrounding skin a bit more before he finally released the boy. Slap. Slap. Slap. Thomas took three swings at the boy's face in quick succession. . Left cheek, right cheek, left cheek. And in one swift motion, he withdrew his now slicked-up cock from the boy's hole. Raymond could not quite process what had happened. He felt the stinging in his face and also a deep emptiness in his ass. He was not aware the body could feel this kind of emptiness, and kind of emptiness that was paired with a wanting. The drugs clouded almost everything that raced across his mind. The emptiness took his mind off the slaps and just as quickly has he felt them, they were becoming a distant memory. Though his thoughts were broken and cloudy, he knew that he wasn't in charge. He tried to think about the moments before all this. How long had he been here? Where was he exactly? Though the names of the two studs he watched unclip his ankle restraints from the sling were on the tip of his tongue, they could not be fully formed. But despite how much Raymond didn't know in that exact moment he knew he was there for their pleasure. Lust and desire were the two words that flashed cartoonishly in his head like neon signs, whose light enveloped everything else that came to mind. He saw Thomas turn and lay in the center of the bed. Watched as he put his hands behind his head. Watched as Thomas licked his lips and flex his unnaturally hard cock. "Get the fuck up and taste your cunt on this cock, boy." Thomas commanded. Raymond looked around, dazed. Trying to figure out exactly what to do. "Get the fuck up!" Nelson yelled as he stood there, one hand stroking his dick, one hand holding a familiar looking pipe and torch. Raymond lurched forward, hands grasping at the sling chains that once held his ankles. He awkwardly scooted forward, feeling the leather beneath him. Hands on the chains, ass at the edge of the sling, the only thing he could think of was to roll to his right and lower himself down, even though he wasn't that far off the ground. Chest now on the leather sling, Raymond felt his feet touch the ground a lot soon than he imagined. Not knowing what else to do, Raymond lowered himself completely onto the floor. On his hands and knees he was not facing away from Thomas and Nelson. "What the fuck are you doing?" Nelson commanded more than asked. But he knew very well what the boy was doing. He had seen enough fucked up sluts try to navigate their own motor skills while G made its way through their body. Most boys he would have yanked and threw on the bed, but he wanted to see if Raymond was capable. Was this fucked up boy capable of doing and acting while drugged up? What were his limits of movement and understanding? Raymond began to backwards crawl until he cleared the sling and he felt the bed to his left. He looked up and saw Thomas, hands still behind his head, cock still hard as ever. He then looked over and saw Nelson swirling the familiar pipe, noticing a small wisp of smoke escape the bulbous end. Nelson saw the boy make eye contact and he winked at him as he began to slowly inhale the smoke. Raymond wasn't sure if Nelson did actually wink, but he was almost certain he did, so he turned and waited on his knees, eyes locked on Nelson's. Nelson reached down, grabbed the boy's chin before inserting his thumb into Raymond's mouth. On instinct, Raymond began to suck. "Good boy," Nelson said before leaning down and blowing the smoke into Raymond's mouth. "Now, go be a good slut and clean your ass juices off Tommy's cock. Got that, slut?" "Yes, sir." Raymond slowly made his way on to the bed and crawled between Thomas's legs and took the waiting dick into his mouth. "Atta-boy! Show me how much you want this back in your worthless cunt." Like magic words, Raymond dove down onto Thomas' cock while Nelson picked up Sarge from the floor.

Thursday was an unusually warm day so decided to hit the local cruising park. Not as busy as I expected. Decided to strip from the waist down in my truck and see who came by anyway. A few cruised by with no interesting looks. One car slowed down so when he turned around to come back up the dead end street I opened the door and turned sideways so he could easily see my hard dick. Sure enough he pulled over, got out, pulled his dick out and started stroking. Got out and bluntly asked if he wanted to fuck and swap loads. A short walk into the woods, sweats come off and a black dick is in my mouth. Then my dick goes in his, turns me around, tongues my hole and slides his dick inside. Pounds for several minutes till I feel that nut going in. He says my turn and bends over for me. A few minutes later and my seed is up in him. Great day for fuckin!

gloryholes are where I really learned what a dirty, sluttty whore I am. I spent so much time kneeling in front of gloryholes, fully naked, sucking each and every cock that came through the hole until stranger after stranger blew his load down my throat, for at least an hour or two almost every day in high school and university, once or twice a day, even when I had to sneak in. thats when I realized I didnt care what the guys looked like or their name or age or looks or height or weight. I just wanted to suck the cock of every single male who was willing to let me and swallow their cum. and I just got sluttier and sluttier. sucking more and more cocks, leaving my porn booth door unlocked or even open where I was on my knees, naked, sucking cocks through gloryholes, on both sides. sometimes just putting my mouth up to the hole to suck any cock that came through, without even seeing the cock. then gradually starting to get fucked bareback and bred through the gloryhole with no idea what the men cumming in my pussy looked like. plus unlike taking anon loads in a bathhouse sling or darkroom fuckbench or blindfold on some guys couch, the men who bareback me through gloryholes often have no idea what I look like so its not even like they think I’m hot. to them I am literally nothing more than a fuckhole they use to jerk themselves off and they likely think I’m pure trash. I honestly thought I had standards (low standards) before I started taking loads in both ends through gloryholes and loving it.(specially both at the same time)

Pouring Jack’s Seed into My Boy Chapter 1 of 4. I knew Jack from around the bars. He’d been quite the beauty in his twinky days, but that was years ago. Lately, he’d embraced his bearish daddy looks and sported a buzzcut and beard. He looked so good poured into tight jeans that showed off his impressive bulge very nicely. His shoulders and chest were covered with a dusting of salt and pepper fur that peeked out of a tight tank top. A few weeks ago, we chatted each other up at the bar while I was waiting for my boy to finish at the gym and meet me there. Jack told me that he was single these days and that he’d been super horny lately. He confided that he’d recently converted and was starting meds, but his viral load was nowhere near undetectable. I asked if he was playing safely these days and he grinned saying, ‘I’m happy to start with a condom,’ and pulled one out of his back pocket. Jack asked about my boy, and I took out my phone to show a few pics of him. I accidentally flashed him a steamy pic of my boy on his knees with his ass up. He looked so sexy after fucking and filling him up, I had grabbed my phone and snapped a naughty pic. I was mortified but Jack just grinned. He told me he loved leaving boys like that, opened up, freshly fucked and leaking. I thought about what Jack had said and felt myself getting hard. I had to take a piss and headed to the bathroom. A few seconds later, Jack followed me in and stood at the trough right next to me. He unzipped his tight jeans and hefted out a massive cock. It was long and thick. I was mid-piss but started getting harder at the mere sight of his POZ manhood. I couldn’t continue pissing into the trough as my erection grew. Jack raised his eyebrows and asked me, ‘You like what you see?’ I could only nod, my mouth suddenly gone dry. ‘You ever think of sharing your boy with a hung POZ daddy?’ I couldn’t help but nod again. Jack reached out and grabbed my hand, bringing it to the base of his impressive cock. He kept grinning at me. ‘Next time you grab my dick, I want you to guide it into your boy’s hole. Sound like a plan?’ How could I not nod again. Jack continued, ‘The first time I fuck your boy, you’ll put my cock in him.’ I nodded. ‘The first time I get my seed in your boy, you’ll pour it into him.’ I nodded again. Jack left me in peace to collect myself and finally finish pissing into that trough. I was so hard I knew I wouldn’t be able to finish until I’d cum, so I stood there jerking off. For like five minutes, I wanked with images of Jack’s huge cock sinking into my boy’s raw hole. I shot my load into the ice at the bottom of the trough and was only then was able to empty my bladder. I shook my cummy cock dry and tucked myself back into my jeans and headed back to the bar. To be continued…

Katie moved up to San Jose the next weekend but I was left in her old room. The negative test came in and Thomas was not happy. He came by Friday and fucked me, on the bed as movers helped take Katies belongings out of the room. One of them seemed interested and kept sneaking a look into the room from the living room. Thomas made no attempt to be quiet or inconspicuous. There was a camera on us again, and now no matter how close the camera gets to the action the tattoo will let people know who's getting fucked. I was on my knees, sitting back onto towards my heels my ass at the edge of the bed, my chest pressed against the bed, my face pressed into a popper soaked towel. Thomas was now 3 loads deep into my ass, and his hand print was all over my lower back, sides and ass. He deposited His fourth load and left in a huff. The room was a mess, Thomas tore it apart looking for preP pills like when he came to my apartment. Over the counter pill bottles were everywhere in the sink in the bathroom, on the floor in the bedroom. Luckily he never looked IN any of those bottles. I was almost passed out on my stomach in the bed. My chastity device pressed backwards between my legs, my not so lubed swollen asshole cooling down from the the marathon fucking from Thomas. A bottle of poppers were by my pillow, but the towel was away from my face so I wouldn't black out. I felt a hand on my calf, and was too groggy to look to see who it was. The hand traveled up my leg and spread one ass cheek to the side, examining my hole. I lifted my hips slightly in anticipation. The hand on my ass pressed my hips down. "Are you really him?" The person asked. "Who?" I said with my eyes closed enjoying the strangers hand. "Straightbait" He said as his hand running over the tattoo. "Yes Sir" I slurred out. "Poz yet?" "Not yet" I moaned, my ass wiggling. "Do you want to be poz?" "Yes Sir." "Good boy" He said, I then felt his dick resting on my ass, it was heavy. His hands pressed onto my shoulder blades pushing me into the bed, and his dick was in between my ass cheeks. His hips contacted mine, and pressed his shaft against my hole. I moaned, one hand left my back and placed the poppers into my hand. "You're going to need this faggot." I took a hit and collapsed on the bed. The strangers cock was at the entrance to my hole and he pressed in. I'm not sure if I was just sore, or if he was that big, but I felt like he was stretching my out with a large toy. I felt his cock slide into my body slowly and deeply, it was unreal. By the time I felt his hips contact my ass I was feeling the head of his cock hitting places no one has hit before. He pulled out almost all the way and drove in a bit faster, but just as deep. My body fought it this time and I flinched. "If that hurt faggot you're going to need more poppers." I took a double hit and turned my head the other way, facing the towel. His hand left my back and sprayed maximum impact into the towel and shoved it into my mouth. My body immediately relaxed and his cock sank to a new depth. He sped up slowly but soon was pounding into me so fast and hard it was hard to breathe. I could feel my hole loose and open just taking the cock from tip to base. I started to flex my hole milking his huge cock. He moaned. "You're better than I thought you'd be." He said. "Thank you Sir" I answered. He thrust one last time into my ass and grunted, I couldn't feel the cum, but by the sound of it, there was a lot. He pulled all the way out and my ass stayed open. It was no longer sore, but felt empty and gaping. I heard him get dressed and he messed with the camera. I didn't think anything of it. I had no idea who it was that just fucked me, and it kind of turned me on not knowing. It was one of the best cocks I had felt. I wanted more. The next day I got a message from Katie. "Who is 10inchscorpion?" "What? I don't know, why?" I text back. "It seems like someone uploaded a Straightbait video on their channel and tagged you. It's a fucking hot video too." "Oh." I replied. I went to look at the camera and the memory card was missing. Who ever fucked me after Thomas yesterday was 10inchscorpion, and I really wish I saw who it was now. I went online and sure enough, there was a video on the Recently featured section, a huge brown cock in my tattooed ass, the uploader, 10inchscorpion. My phone started vibrating from a phone call, I reached for it. Thomas was calling. "Fuck" I thought.

Chapter 3 of 4. Jack reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom. He got down on his knees and lapped at my boy’s eager hole. My boy moaned in delight as Jack worked his tongue deeper and his hole loosened up, ready for the fucking that was about to come. Jack looked and me and the cab driver and told us to get our dicks out. We did and in a flash there were three precummy dicks at my boy’s ass. Jack pulled the rubber over his big cock and guided my hand to his crotch for the second time that night. ‘Put it in him. Put my cock in your boy’s hole,’ and I did. I led his huge tool right up to my boy’s winking pussy and it slid right in. My boy squealed with delight and Jack slid his sheathed cock balls deep, lubed just with spit. He held it there for my boy to adjust to his girth and then started rocking his hips back and forth. I kept one hand holding my boy’s leg up and the other milking my drooling dick. The cab driver did the same. Jack pulled out, careful to keep the rubber sheath in place. He nodded to me and I took his place. He held my boy’s legs high as I slammed raw into my boy’s hole, loosened up by Jack’s massive cock. It felt so good feeling his stretched-out pussy sliding back and forth that I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I leaked precum into his guts, hoping it would make taking that big rubbered-up cock easier. I pulled out and shot ropes of fresh cum all over my boy’s hole and caught my breath as the cab driver shoved me out of the way. He mopped up my seed with his raw cock and slammed himself balls deep into my boy’s unprotected cunt. I didn’t know his name or his status, but I knew he was making my boy feel good. The guy pounded my boy for a few minutes then pulled out. I knew he was close and wanted to make it last longer. Jack took his place and shoved that sheathed cock back into my boy. I heard him gasp and looked over his knees to see him wincing in pain. Jack’s cock was bigger than me or the cab driver and the latex was scraping his guts. Jack suggested he take it off saying, ‘he’s already been filled up once tonight. What harm is one or two loads going to make?’ For the first time, I shook my head, ‘no,’ and he just grinned and pulled out. I knelt down and lapped at my boy’s puffy hole. As I was lapping the remnants of my frothy cum, mixed with the driver’s juices seeping, out of my boy’s used hole, I couldn’t help but think how perverse it was for me to be complacently and enthusiastically lubing up my boy’s hole for another man, or men, to fuck. With my boy’s hole wet and sloppy, I stood up and helped the cab driver hold my boy’s legs aloft. Jack smiled at me, again leading my hand to the base of his cock to slip it inside my boy. To be continued…

I woke in a bit of a fog, unable to be sure what exactly happened last night and what I might have dreamt about. I felt Anthony stir behind me, his arm still draped across me and his cock hardening against my lower back. My hole felt a bit sore, and also full - then I remembered it still had the plug that had been inside me all weekend, whenever a cock or tongue wasn’t. My mind trailed back to all the various places we had fucked in the past days, all the ways Anthony had gotten inside my body and also inside my head. I recalled the increasing control he seemed to be able to exert over me, and the intensity of our verbal interplay. And that’s when I sat up with a jolt, “Oh fuck!” Anthony groaned and tried to pull me back down to the bed, but I was too freaked out. “Anthony, wake up. Wake up! Last night, you said something and I just want you to tell me it was part of the role playing we were doing. Tell me it was all a fantasy we were playing with.” “I could tell you what you want to hear, but it wouldn’t be the truth.” “But...but you told me you were shooting a poz load into me. How can that be possible? You assured me you were safe!” “I answered all of your questions honestly, Joey. I assure you, I have not lied to you once since I met you.” “But you said you and your husband had been together for years!” “Correct.” “And that you hadn’t been with anyone since you broke up 6 months ago!” “Also correct.” “So how is it possible for you to have HIV?” “Joey, you only asked if I had had sex outside our marriage. And I never did. But my husband, the cheating piece of shit, did. I found out when I had some routine bloodwork done for a physical exam. When the doctor told me I was positive, I was sure it was a mistake. But after another positive test, I rushed home to tell my husband, and that’s when he confessed that he’d been slutting around behind my back for the past year, allowing people he barely knew to bareback him, and didn’t have the courage to tell me. He begged me to forgive him, but I threw him out on the spot.” “Oh my god. I just...I can’t imagine.” “Like I told you, our breakup was pretty brutal on me. I took some time to process my new reality and give myself some space. And it dawned on me that I wasn’t as powerless as I felt. If I was willing to use my new power, I could perhaps do something to move forward rather than wallow in self pity. So after 6 months, I decided I was ready to get out there and do some damage.” Gulp. “Damage?” “Joey, I first saw you at the conference earlier this week. I really enjoyed your talk, and of course since I found you handsome, I took note of the ring on your finger. And then when I saw you in the bar, and I saw your ring finger looking rather naked, I knew it was time to make my move. A sexy, intelligent man such as yourself going out all alone with no wedding ring - exactly who I was seeking. So I picked you up. I told you the truth every step of the way, hoping against hope that I could get into your hole bareback and shoot my potent seed inside another cheating husband and teach you a lesson.” “Oh my god.” “So here we are. I’ve lost count of how many loads I’ve dumped in you, and they’ve stayed in there thanks to that butt plug, seeping into your walls. You’ve had high viral load semen in your battered rectum for a day and a half. Oh, I didn’t mention that I haven’t started on meds yet. So the cum I’ve been filling you with over and over again is super toxic. And a dirty cheater like you, Joey, has earned every last bit of the treatment you’ve received. Dirty boys like you deserve exactly what you get. You said it yourself!” My head was swimming. So much to take in. Not only had I actually cheated on my husband, something I’d fantasized about for so long but been too afraid to follow through on. I had trusted someone and let him bareback me - repeatedly. And more than that, I’d allowed myself to start to develop feelings for this man - he had infiltrated my mind in such a short period of time, I lost track of what was real and what was fantasy. I just knew that even now, after hearing this devastating news, after learning that the rough and passionate fucking and load after load filling my hole could very well have already given me HIV, I still found myself enraptured by this man. Anthony said, “Judging by the erection you’re sporting, I think it’s pretty clear what you want, whether you’re willing to accept it or not. Joey, I want to fuck you again and dump another load in you. But this time, you need to tell me exactly what you want. No hiding from it. No game playing. Be honest with yourself and with me and tell me what you desire.” “I can’t believe I’ve done what I’ve done.” “I can imagine. You betrayed your husband, your vows. You let a virtual stranger fuck you bareback. You took multiple loads over the course of a couple days. You became a cheater. But you liked it, didn’t you?” “I can’t deny it. I enjoyed it. I feel like something has shifted inside me.” He pulled me down onto the bed with him. “And you want more. Just admit it. You crave more cum in your hole. You want to be fucked again by a man who fucks you better than your husband. Tell me what you want, Joey.” “I want you inside me, Anthony. I can’t explain it, but I feel empty when you’re not in me. I crave you, I desire you in a way I haven’t wanted anything in a long time.” He rolled me on to my back and shifted between my legs. “And now you know all about me. You know what you’re getting when I insert my cock into you. I need you to tell me what that is, Joey. I need you to use your words and say what’s going to happen when I put my penis inside you.” “You’re going to fuck me. And you’re going to cum inside me.” “And?” He pulled the plug out of my hole, and rubbed the head of his cock against me. I could feel his precum smearing on my stretched pucker. “And that cum is going to seep into me, and infect me. You’re going to give me HIV.” “Tell me you want me to do that, Joey. Say it.” Feeling the pressure against my hole, wanting nothing more in this moment than to be penetrated by this man, to be full of him, hardly believing when I heard the words come out of my mouth. “I want you to convert me, Anthony. I want you to fuck your disease into me until I’m HIV-positive like you are.” That was all it took for him to slide into me balls deep. Holding steady, he grinned down at me and I could feel his cock throbbing and leaking deep in my guts. One brief moment of pause flashed across my face, thinking of my husband and what I was in the process of doing. Anthony saw and grabbed the little brown bottle, uncapping it and holding it under my nose. “Breathe, Joey. Inhale the fumes and let it go. Let it all go. Be here with me, in this moment. Just us, nothing else.” I inhaled deeply. Looking up into his eyes as he switched nostrils, I breathed as deeply as I could and felt myself open up more completely. His cock seemed to push even deeper into me, and I welcomed him. I wanted every bit of him to be inside me. I wrapped my legs around him, grabbed his head, and pulled him down on top of me, planting my lips on his and kissing him passionately. It felt like any inhibition I might have felt had melted away and all I wanted was to be filled, inhabited, possessed. Then he started to move inside me. Slowly at first, then increasing the speed and force of his thrusts. I felt things I’d never felt before, a deep satisfaction in what I was doing. Like every other fuck I’d ever experienced had been inferior compared to what was happening in this moment. Anthony surprised me when he pulled back, brought his left hand up, and wiggled his fingers to remind me he was still wearing my wedding ring. He grabbed my rock hard cock and used it to pull himself deeper inside me. Then he brought his hand to my mouth and shoved his ring finger in. I sucked it instinctively, running my tongue along the cold metal of my ring. He put two more fingers into my mouth and started to piston fuck my hole. Looking deep in each other’s eyes, I saw his demeanor shift to one of dominance and derision, in an instant. “Look at you, you pathetic cheating whore. Putting your fucking wedding ring on another man’s finger, begging that man to fuck you bareback when you know without question that he has a high viral load churning in his balls. Degrading and debasing yourself in any way you are told, all so you can ruin your fucking life forever!” I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, scratching his solid glutes. Desperate for more of him. “I’m gonna give you what you want. I’m gonna knock your ass up and infect you with my disease. After the pounding and all the loads you’ve taken this weekend, there’s no doubt you’re going to convert. Your bug chasing ass is going to carry my DNA forever, you cheating piece of shit! Take my toxic cum, faggot!!!” Anthony shot rope after rope deep inside me as I shot an incredible load all over my face and chest without touching myself. I couldn’t believe how much I shot, and then realized I could still feel him shooting into me. It was by far the most cum I’d ever felt inside me, and I squeezed my hole as tight as I could to get every last drop. He collapsed onto the bed as I reached for the plug and smiled, sliding it back home where it belonged. Anthony chuckled and reached for his phone. Unlocking it, he said, “What a whore. Remember before when you saw me on my phone? I got this txt all set and ready to go. Just need to hit send.” I saw the name of the group message on his phone was “Support Group buds” as I read the txt: “Weekend went exactly as planned. This cheating fucker is eager for more POZ loads. Party tonight at 8, bring poppers and lube. No condoms, obv.” “That’s a few guys from my HIV group. They know my whole story, and I told them what I wanted to do, and they offered to join in. All you have to do is hit send, Joey. It’s all up to you…”

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