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This will be a 'slow burn'... Stick with me here... “Hey, Mr. Smith!” I turned from loading my van to see Dan, the neighbour lad from 2 doors down. He’d evidently been working out in their garage and was now shirtless in the garden, showing off his defined torso. Dan is recently turned 18, and although I know his parents well enough their strongly religious lifestyle inevitably led to a cordial distance between us. I’d noticed over the past year or so, and especially since his birthday party earlier this month, Dan increasingly showing off his developing body. Last summer he’d exercised in the garden wearing only shorts, and now it was spring he was doing his warm-up and cool-down outside similarly dressed. It was impossible not to notice – the fences are low and my home office has a view of all the close-by gardens. I have to admit, I’d watched a few times last summer, even though he was definitely Forbidden Fruit. He’s about 5’9” and rapidly losing his puppy-fat to muscle. His short, curly strawberry-blond hair and ice-blue eyes gave away his parent’s Nordic origins. “Hi, Dan! You’ve been working out again, I see.” “Yeah, gotta keep it up if I’m going to get on the gym team at college.” “Well, looks like you’re doing well.” As much as I wanted to leap the fences and ravish this innocent beauty, I needed to get on before the dump closed. “Good luck with getting on the team.” I turned back to my task at hand, but a few moments later Dan appeared at the back gate, “Do you need a hand with that?” Thankfully, he’d put a t-shirt on. “Erm… Won’t your parents be worried?” It was a gambit – he and his younger brother and sister were cosseted by their parents, especially the mother, and I genuinely worried about their reaction to him talking to me like this. Across two garden fences is one thing, but face to face…? “They’ve taken Tom and Sarah to our grandparents’.” He picked up a box and loaded in into the van where I was stood. I stowed it, and we finished the job in double time. Dan was looking a bit edgy on the way back from the dump. The atmosphere in the cab, filled with sweat and musk, was a getting tensely electric. “Erm… Mr Smith…” “I think you can call me ‘John’ now. Or do you want me to call you ‘Mr. Olsen’?” I looked at him and raised my brows. “OK… John… Can I ask you something?” “Anything… But I might not answer.” I winked at him and he smiled. “Your tattoos… Didn’t they hurt?” Maybe I should explain – I’m heavily inked. In fact, the only part of me not tattooed is my face. “Not really. And anyway, it only lasts a few hours at a time.” “Oh… How many do you have?” “Well,” we’d got back at my garden and I hopped out to open the gates, “that depends how you count them, I suppose. I’d say one, but it wasn’t all done at the same time.” He took a while to think that through while I parked up in the garden. “Can I have a closer look?” “Well, I suppose so. Do you want to come in for a drink? To say ‘thanks’ for your help.” We headed in and I grabbed some cans of coke before leading him to the den. “There’s just one thing…” I regretted saying that immediately, “but I suppose we can overlook that… Make yourself at home.” He flopped onto the large, leather covered bean bag and hauled his t-shirt off. I say across from him on the low sofa and started hauling my boots off. “What thing?” he asked. “Well, usually this is a naked house.” He looked at me quizzically, so I elaborated, “Most of the time, I don’t wear any clothes at home.” “Oh, that’s cool.” He proceeded to kick off his running shoes and strip the tight shorts off. I hesitated, but stripped myself – after all, he wanted to see ALL my tattoos. I couldn’t help but notice when his semi-hard cock bobbed out of his shorts. He had a well proportioned, uncut piece – it would probably rival my own uncut, fat 8-1/2”-er. After a few moments, we were sat again facing each other, only a few feet apart. He was trying (without much success) to hide his manhood. I pulled a joint out of a box on the side table, then thought, “You don’t mind?” I wiggled to spliff. “It’s your house, Mr. Smith.” “So it it, Mr. Olsen.” I gave him a pouty smile and lit the smoke. “Sorry… John. Er… So how long did all those take?” He was staring, wide eyed, but having difficulty avoiding my cock which was, unsurprisingly, slowly waking up. “From the start? Twenty years. But since I decided to get fully covered… I’ve been going every few weeks for the last year and a half. There’s some details left to fill in but I’m almost finished.” “Wow… Can… Can I feel one?” “Of course.” He was clearly conflicted, but the twitch in his cock when he asked, and again when I agreed gave him away. When he didn’t move, I moved forward and knelt in front of him, taking his hand (the one not trying to cover his growing erection) and moving it to my chest. He pulled away briefly when he made contact, then raised his hand again and traced over some the lines. “I thought they’d be like… I dunno… Scars…?” he stroked more of my chest until his hand was flat against my skin. “Well, I’ve got a couple like that, but it’s a different technique. They cut the design into your skin and rub the pigment in. That DOES hurt. But mostly it’s needles which don’t really hurt at all.” I turned to show him the two welted designs on my shoulder blades, and he ran his fingers over them. Both hands, this time. When I turned back to him, he carried on feeling my chest and arms with both hands and I could clearly see his almost fully hard cock standing proud. There was a glistening pool of precum in the well made by his foreskin. For my part, I was losing the fight with my own hard-on as his hands traced the tattoos down my belly. “Shit! You’ve got tattoos on your willy… And what’s that…?” he was staring at the metal ball visible where my foreskin opened. I was wearing my PA-keeper – a short curved bar with a ball just on the slit and one still hidden by my foreskin where the piercing came out next to my frenum. “It’s a piercing called a Prince Albert.” You can touch it, if you want. He stared for a while before slowly reaching with an index finger. My cock twitched when he finally touched the metal and he flinched away, sitting back hard on the beanbag. I thought for a moment, then said, “Can I touch you?” He looked at me askance so I continued, “You’ve been feeling my chest… Do you mind if I feel yours? You’ve been working so hard on your muscle definition.” That definitely seemed to shift his thoughts and he relaxed, smiling and nodding at me. I reached out with one hand and stroked his developing pectorals and abdominals, ignoring the fact his cock brushed on the back of my hand. “Keep your routine up and you’re going to have a great body.” I withdrew and sat back, but still on the floor in front of him. I reached behind and relit the joint from the ashtray, taking a deep draw and idly letting the exhaled smoke drift in his direction. “Mum would go through the roof if she knew I was here.” “Well, I’m not going to tell her. Look, anything you say or do here is just between us. I don’t judge, or tell people how to act. Be yourself, or who you want to be, I don’t care.” I drained my coke and dropped the spliff in the ashtray before heading to the kitchen. When I returned with two cans of beer, Dan was gingerly puffing on the smoke, coughing a little but not too much and as soon as he saw me, he threw it in the ashtray. I offered him the beer saying with a smile, “I won’t tell if you don’t.” We sat in silence while I finished the spliff and he sipped slowly at his beer. He’d either forgotten about his erection, or simply given up trying to hide. I never make an effort to hide mine, and he could hardly keep his eyes off it. “What is the tattoo on your willy?” I couldn’t help laughing, and he coloured almost beetroot. “Sorry… I haven’t heard it called a willy since I was a kid.” “Wha… What should I call it?” “Whatever you like. I say ‘cock’ or ‘dick’, or any number of other names. But why don’t you take a closer look and see what the design is for yourself…” The pool of precum overflowed his foreskin as he leant forward. The little bit of spliff and beer had clearly softened his inhibitions as he reached out and ran a finger along my shaft. “Are they tadpoles?” I grinned at that – there’s a stream of tattooed sperm flowing over my scrotum and up the length of my cock. “Well, not really. They’re sperm, but they look similar in a tattoo.” He had his fingers around my shaft so I figured I could touch him and reached down to scoop up the leaking precum. He didn’t seem to notice, he was fixated on my cock and its tattoos. He suddenly looked up at me, pinning my gaze with those eyes of his, “I… Errmm… I never touched another man’s willy… Uh... Cock… Before… I only touch mine to wee… But sometimes I wake up all wet…” He looked seriously worried and embarrassed and it seemed like he was crying when he dropped his head. I lifted his head and drew him close into a hug. He threw his arms around me and held tight, shaking as he sobbed into my shoulder. I just held him – he was having some kind of revelation, and I reckon I knew exactly what it was.

I took a load at lunch today. Posted a Craigslist ad ( still can get them to slip through under missed connections) and got a response saying I want to fill your storage. Agreed to meet guy in a camper in front of his house. I opened the camper door to a 20 something guy stroking a hard 5 inch cock. I took my pants off and dropped to my knees taking his cock in my mouth. He fucked my throat for a couple minutes and said he was going to cum soon and wanted to unload in my ass. I bent over the camper bed and he fucked for about 20 strokes and unloaded deep in my hole. Back at work now with a pussy full of cum! jleewyo69@gmail.com

Part 2: remembering the moment "So, what about now", my guy asked; "we're going to celebrate! I'd like to know your gifter and maybe..." I stopped him with a finger on his lips: "don't call him gifter! I was completely unaware then!" It was Christmas 2012 when my former boyfriend prepared a surprise: after traditional lunch with family, I faked a headache and went to the guy's house: "I have planned a special night" he texted in the morning and I was eager to see what it was. Candles surrounding the bed, Christmas music and a wonderful scent around the room, so-called "mr. Right" had me naked in bed soon enough. "You'll never forget this Christmas night", he announced, "you'll start 2013 as an even more special person!" I had no idea of what he meant but I was so lost for him, we rolled around on the bed exchanging kisses, cuddles, even soft bites on my ears he knew I was crazy for. "Be patient", he stopped me while I attempted to ride his hard, dripping dick. "Taste my magic pre first! What's magic, I had no idea. Was he roleplaying? I did never play those games with him since we started dating! Gently, sensually, I began working my lips on his magic wand; he laughed hearing me using this expression and I did not take his reaction too much in consideration. My spit and his precum made his dick even more inviting for my hungry hole. Finally I was bouncing up and down on him, my eyes in his. The sensation of finally having found the lifelasting love I was looking for. Since 2007 I stayed with him, but I felt that night so different! Was it Christmas, was it the scent and music coming from the room, I felt more loved by him than before. "This is... This is a sign", he panted heavily; "a sign... of true... A gift... Take it! Yes, fuck yeah, take my cum now!" He sprayed at least five ropes of warm seed into my guts! Such a warm sensation I felt. He soon pulled out and allowed me to clean him as usual. We then fell asleep in each other's arms till the morning after. --- My current, newly pozzed, partner listened to me carefully: "so, you were consenting! Your pozzing was consensual!" "NO", I screamed back; "I can swear it, I had no clue of what he was doing! Magic cum and whatever"... My face turned red. Hot and red, I seemed on fire! My viral son had read my mind deeper than myself. "Honey", he smiled; "you told me about gifting fantasies you have repressed. But every wannabe gifter who turns poz, was a chaser before! Unwillingly poz? I'm thinking you built some scenes for years!" To be continued

Author note: this is part true, part fiction. Except my 10th HIV birthday I've talked about everywhere, I won't tell you or give you clues on what's fantasy, I let you go through chapters and guess what you want. Fantasy is made for this... Exaggerations are in order! --- Part 1, today: the waiting room Here I am, sitting on a chair, inside the clinic's waiting room; my boyfriend's hand firmly squeezing my knee. Around us many other people are waiting in silence, everyone with their untold stories. "Think of me boy", I whispered in my guy's ear, covering his hand with mine. In years of friendship and months as a couple, I've learnt the effect produced by my warm hand on his. "For me the situation was opposite, 10 years ago I had opposite feelings. Now it's different, honey! It's just to confirm what we already know". My boy had tears in his eyes and leaned his head on my shoulder; "you're 53", I teased him, "you claim to be brave and cry like a baby!" I kissed his hair, ignoring the blaming gaze of a woman in front of us. "Love", he cried; "what about if I get a bad news?" "We'll face it and behave accordingly", I said; "now go, they already called your turn! I'll wait for you here". Five, ten, fifteen minutes, I didn't know what time it was when he came out from doctor's room but I think I'm going to never forget his face: he had the biggest smile I've ever seen, and held an envelope in his hand. "Thanks", he almost screamed when he jumped in my arms planting a kiss on my lips; "I'm so happy for us!" The lady in front of us didn't stop looking in our direction and, with us almost exiting the door, she finally spoke: "another lucky homosexual who plays with fire", I hardly sent a smile at her; "you homos are challenging death... next time it would end up with a bad news, like me!" "Undetectable", I replied; "the test confirmed that my man is no longer at risk! Never more!" Taking my guy's hand, I ran out of the clinic as quickly as I could! That ball-buster would never have understood what freedom is. "Let the world think I'm happy for a neg result", my guy said; "they'll never understand us!" We sat into the car and exchanged a congratulation deep kiss before starting the engine. "It's the same clinic I went 10 years ago", I said, and it's like it was then! But now with a new awareness". Our poz life was just beginning, and I was ready to share with my biologically bonded love, how it started. How the journey had been till now. To be continued.

I live in a group, row, townhouse whatever you call it. House next door just sold and was told to an investor. Expected a crew to be working there. Finally saw an older black guy working and started talking. He introduced himself as Reverend ____, said he was the owner and this was his first try at this. Told him I did construction if he had any questions. Few days later went over and gave advice told him to ask if he needed more. Was off for a few days and got super horny. Left my kitchen door open and was sitting naked with a hard dick while cruising online. Wasn't paying attention till I heard a noise at door and there was the reverend just watching. A little embarrassed I turned to face him and apologize but his eyes were fixated on my hard dick. I stroked and shook it while he just watched. I invited him in and saw a bulge in his pants. I said go ahead and play with it. He said been a long time since he's been around another hard dick while he started stroking it. I said join me and get naked. In a flash I have a hard black dick in my hand. I invited him to suck on mine and he greedily did. I started playing with his ass and as soon as my finger touched his hole he let out a moan. I knew where we were going! I got down and en gulfed his dick with my mouth while getting a finger in his ass. Bent hm over the stool and slid in his ass with a bit of work. He now started getting really wild, pushing back and telling me to cum in his ass. Didn't take long till I flooded his ass with my charged nut. I pulled out, said...my turn and bent over the stool. He slid up in me and pounded away till he quickly busted balls deep in my ass. I put my arms around him kissed him and said let's do it again soon.

As I was late for Two for Tuesdsy, let's make itba Three for Thursdsy! Chapter 59: Room Service We both made sure our cocks weren't hard before returning to the main spa area. The attendant went to his private locker to retrieve some massage oils, a rubber sheet as not to get any oil on the silk sheets. He passed on grabbing any condoms, saying he knew we wouldn't need those. I smiled and said only if a cruel one. He told me I'd be suprised at how many straight guys he's fucked from the spa. Sadly he said most of them preferred safe, but if he saw a guy he'd like to poz, he would stealth them with some altered condoms he had. He them grabbed a bottle of champagn which he said came with the package. He also grabbed a box of chocolate covered strawberries which he said we would eat from each others asses before breeding. We then headed back to my room. Even though it was a luxury hotel, the soundproofing wasn't the best. We could hear my mom moaning and saying fuck me. Let's have our own child between us. Little did mom know what she was asking for. Dad told her he loved his new son, but would love to impregnate her. Based on her moans, he apparently began to hard and fast telling her she was about to get flooded with his seed. The attendant just looked at me and said, Breeders, ugh. He then suggested we head to the shower. He immediately noticed the shower shot, and said he had no idea he would be getting fucked today, so hadn't cleaned out. I turned on the water, and he said he had a better idea. He exited the shower and retrieved the bottle of champagne telling me to shake it, uncork it and stick it up his ass immediately giving him a champaign douche. He was incredibly clean, and i laid on the shower floor, drinking the champagne as he pushed it from his ass. We then moved to the bed, where he instructed me to lay on my back. He once again started at my head, massaging my temples, and then ear lobes. He then started sucking on my ear lobes, whispering that be wanted my freshly charged seed deep in him. He then began to massage my nipples. He first grabbed one of the strawberries, and sucked the chocolate off of it. He then took the strawberry and rubbed it around my nipples. He was already starting to pre cim and dabbed it on thevstrawberry, and put it in his mouth where i ate it out of. He wasn't rough, but my cock got even harder. He then started to rub oil onto my cock, but said it would be his ass massaging it. He then got on top and furiously rode my cock. He enjoyed it, and I had to remind him to be quiet. After I loaded his ass, he grabbed a stainless steel butt plug, telling me he wanted my seed to soak into him. It was getting close to dinner, and I told him my parents would likely be wanting him to join them. He said he worked until 9, but if I wanted, he'd come back for a creamy desert after if I wanted. I said definitely, but bring another bottle of champagne to make sure I was cleaned out. He smiled and said I'd need it before I got one of his best massages, a prostrate massage.

As a Black feeder, I only let white fags suck me off. I've had a couple of Black guys suck my dick and Latino. Idk man something about it just doesn't sit right with me but white men sucking me off just feels right.

part 5: a well deserved gift "Rewards", he smiled at me; "knowing that it started from me losing a bet!" It was one Monday like many others. No, not at all, it was 3rd October 2022, so-called "virus appreciation Day. Working both from home, we decided to take it easier but many accidents happen: with him still considered "best friend" it was funny to work together at the same place! One thing led to another, we had a computer-related argue and I was fed-up! "Listen dude", I cut the discussion off; "let's take our responsibilities: the loser between us strips naked in front of the other!" And so he did: soon enough we were two naked men one next to the other. Same men who confided most intimate part of our lives to each other and never showed our bodies to ourselves. "What do you do to excite a lady", I grinned at him; "tell me..." He replied breasts, neck, ears, feet... And even cunt! "Guess what? We have the same pleasure points", I explained him pressing his right nipple gently; "and, guess what? We have a cunt too, if you want to call it like that, many of us queers do." He laughed: "I'm not gay, or queer, or whatever you call it! I'm just having fun with my best friend!" So, why are your nipples becoming hard, and your member too! I took the courage and used my fingertip to explore his ass; "and well, this hole gives pleasure to us! I want to make you try!" He's been reluctant for days, till he did not learn proper cleaning but, in the end, he managed to let me have 2 fingers in. "I've always fantasized on male sex", he confessed, "but I was really scared by sexual diseases! You know, anal cavity is not like..." "It's part of our body, so, you must listen to messages it gives you, if you want an easy life finding pleasure from all your parts". And finally Christmas arrived. What gift for you, what gift for me... "I'd have a gift for you", I teased; "or well it's a propose as you've been a good boy till now. "I made you read enough of HIV risk reduction, haven't I?" He just nodded, opening the page from BZ talking about Prep. "Listen", he then got my attention; "now it's very early for opening our couple and it's late for Christmas. But you're aware I can't stay without sex! Being faithful towards partners is not my thing." Coming from a bad experience with a previous open relationship, I challenged him: "if you want to open, you have two options. Prep, or..." "Or condom", he replied, unsure on what to expect; "but I do not want to wrap up any longer! If you have some natural alternatives, I don't know, Chinese medicine or stuff to prevent HIV without forcing me on meds for life!"... Natural alternatives? Biological, rather. "There's a way", I suggested, "and it's a treatment rejected by all doctors and HIV clinic. Love, no one tells the truth but there's the way to set you free forever! Call him treatment, call him gift, it'll live inside you all life long." He looked at me, with a clear sense of scare: "asshole! No! If you're proposing me HIV, I'm not a bug chaser! No!!!" I secretly recorded his voice during fuck sessions: "please poz me, give me your HIV, make me a real man, knock me up"! "This is an insatiable horny bug chaser", I grinned; "and now the decision is yours: I could stop meds today and in a few week we can start the real journey. It's a plan, take your time and think of it! Condoms are not an option, Prep brings you on meds for life, and, I would never want you to get pozzed! ...BY STRANGERS. That's my duty!"

Part 4: many virginities to lose With the still sealed toothbrush in my hand, I looked into my guy's eyes: "Sweetie", I said; "it might be painful! Are you sure you want me to..." He interrupted me and handed me a second toothbrush, sealed in the same way: "we brush one another's hole", he announced; "why not sharing the same pain after sharing the same virus? Today we lose toothbrush virginity! Get ready!" Lose virginity: I still relive my most twisted fantasy: taking away both virginity and negativity from a person, in one go! And this is the man I've realized it in many, many ways: I taught him to top, to bottom, nipple play, poz talk... "I was neg then", he laughed; "you still remember when you begged me for the virus while you were the real poz man!" Real men have HIV, that was the switch I pulled to turn him on from HIV kink, when he topped me. Then he accepted me dirty poz talking while he bottomed! "You might lose much blood", I warned him placing the brush's box on my pillow; "I want you to be sure, very sure of what you're doing." It looked he was losing patience as he had already torn the box away: "Open yours and let's begin the game!" Patience, patience, patience. This was what I taught him, and what rewarded him: "Remember love", I continuously talked to him. "You remember the day I stopped meds? I bred you constantly but you were always asking when you could convert! Six weeks I said, six weeks passed. Look at you now! Waiting game has rewarded you."

Part 3: feeling safe "Me, a chaser?" I asked, looking my guy into his eyes. "No! That asshole of my ex, he stealthed me! Oh, well, I really am not sure he knew his status!" My guy addressed me a mischievous grin: "the gift, the magic precum, night you never forget, honey you've been so fucking naive!" What? Naive, me? I told him about my gifting kink alive in me since 2010, when I read dozens of stories and blogs over the Internet; "Breeding zone was not the only", I said opening a fiction about a pastor and the guys in his church. "And this is one of the cleaner tales I read", I smiled; "but years ago it was full of websites, blogs, twitter handles with public explicit bugchasing stories". I shared my experience with him, how hard I became when I read them all, and how I repressed it. "You no longer have to", he said holding the result's envelope; "this positive sign is thanks to you, you are a Gifter... You are my gifter! Be proud of yourself... Of us!" Damn, how much he's right! I still remember when he was straight, married to a woman. When he teased me with sexual explicit questions but when I wanted to show him in real, he stepped backwards... "Who's the naive", I said; "you've never had anyone sucking your nipples and fingering or licking your ass! You're my first, I converted you in multiple ways!" I was seriously proud, so fucking proud of where I was. I already started to feel my dick growing into my trousers, and finally took the decision to drive home. I didn't want to celebrate in the car! As soon as we entered my bedroom our clothes were already on the floor and we found ourselves rolling on the bed. "You make me feel safe", he whispered holding me tight; "and it's the first time in years! I'm yours, my love!" "That's what my ex made me feel", I replied sadly. "But unlike us, he didn't have my consent for pozzing. He decided for his life and mine! In a bond I didn't want! That person has no rights to claim on me". He looked distracted, didn't respond to my kisses. Jealous as I was talking about my ex? It was inevitable, given the circumstances. "No", he said reaching the nightstand; he grabbed a brand-new, sealed toothbrush and placed it between our pillows. "Celebration is celebration", he smiled at me; "I want you to try all dirty stuff you read on breeding zone! Try them on me, sir!"

Chapter Two I left the bar in a bit of a panic, but also turned on at what might happen, and headed back to our hotel room. It felt like hours but it must have only been 45 minutes before my phone beeped again. “Sorry about that had company” was all that was sent, then a picture came through of what I could tell instantly was my other half on all fours naked. The familier “typing” dots were rolling for sometime and through came a long message. “Yer so this guy turned up and fuck it was hot. Really got a few things out of my system or should that be into his. He came over and I could tell he was not going to be up for raw action so I had to go slow. We started just kissing and getting undressed, and as soon as I saw that body, I had to get inside him. We were both getting hot and heavy so moved onto the bed and was all over each other. I was still testing where this was going to go so reached over and opened the bedside draw and asked him to “grab some lube and stuff” to see what he came back with, sadly he came back with a condom and lube but at least we get to fuck.” I rush of relief came over me knowing things were going to be safer, but sounds like they had a hot time. Mark continued, “so I roll him over and pour a lot of lube over my cock and his arse, then start to kiss up his back as I reach up to the cabinet to get the condom. As I rub off his arse it’s so slick I just line up and rub between his arse cheeks. Rubbing away between his cheeks raw and making the most of it before I have to cover up. It felt so could and he was really moaning as well, so we just carried on sliding off each other. Knowing im toxic as fuck and this guys neg was the best part. Just lube between us, and neither of us on meds, all natural. The amount of pre cum alone was running down his crack and off his cock and ball.” This had got me rock hard. I mean I can picture Mark rubbing off his arse raw and knew it was a small risk, but how sexy that must have felt. Mark must have been waiting to see what I thought as the messages stopped, till I told him I was hard and wanking, as I was now. “I started longer strokes off his arse, really working him into the mattress and going from the back of his balls right up his crack, lubing him with my pre cum. Then I just had to slow down or I would have cum all over this crack. I slowed down and pulled right back to ease myself off of bit, then he pushed back. I mean it could not have been timed better. I was right on his hole and he arched his back and slowly push his way down my cock till I was all the way inside him. Fuck it felt hot inside him and even better knowing I was now invading his neg body with my toxic cock leaking pre-cum. He went fucking wild, I mean from 0-100 in seconds fucking me so hard back till he was on all fours with me inside him doggy style, fucking him like a bitch. He was getting loser now so I could pull all the way out, see him gaping, and push back into his hole. I knew it was coming so I just let go, I pushed deep inside this neg hole and unloaded deep, and I mean deep. I was spent so after a few minutes working that cum into him, I slowly pulled and not a drip left him. He had that whole 4 day load inside him, and it was heavy! Anyway, he had to leave so we cut some small talk, dressed him and packed him off to his boyfriend. Lucky fuck!”. I could not believe it, my boyfriend was out there somewhere with a full blown toxic load working its way into him, and he had no idea. His phone was still off, so not like I could even tell him. Then I hear the hotel door, he’s back. “Hey, im shattered. Played with a guy, but just want another bit of fun…. Sooo..... Fancy fucking my hole” he said with a grin as he slowly lowered his shorts, climbing onto the bottom of the bed… TBC

Daddy Bill stepped back to admire his hard work. Sweat poured off his wide back from the effort, the big muscles in his arms bulging like they did after a good day’s work. This really is a masterpiece, he thought, admiring the network of deep red stripes glowing on the two firm melons of Matty’s beautiful ass. And God, the kid looked delicious, his arms cuffed overhead showing off the perfect smoothness of his dancer’s muscles. Bill had pulled him up tight, making him stand on his tiptoes, the effect showcasing his ass better than any pair of high heels. He had been at the Eagle a few hours earlier with his good buddy Mark and their co-owned boy Ted. The relationship was a little complicated, but the sex with Ted as the bottom was incredible, and it meant he always had someone to do something with. He and Mark were wearing dark jeans and leather vests. Mark’s 60-year old body, more defined now than it was 5 years ago when they had all met: Teddy had gotten Mark into yoga and so Mark was now all hard wiry strength, hardness matched by his demanding personality and his need for deep fisting, a kink he advertised with the red trimmed leather band he wore on his left bicep. Teddy belonged to Mark. Like really belonged: he had MSB (for Mark Stern’s Boy) tattooed right at the cleft above his little, still flat, although now rock hard, ass. Teddy was the definition of nerdy hot, his slender body shaped by intense aerobic workouts, his muscles defined perfectly by repetitive training at low weights, his bright blue eyes shining behind the round-rimmed little-boy glasses Mark insisted he wear. Bill always laughed when Mark teased him about how Bill’s lust was fueled by age play: Mark loved how young Teddy looked. When they first met, when Teddy was 25, Teddy had been a skinny sweet teink who looked barely 20, literally an Anglican choirboy, a shining tenor in fact. But this choirboy was one who already had begun to crave the magical dark arts of gay BDSM and fisting and whose voice never sounded sweeter than when he was crying out in pain from some new sexual violation. Mark had taken him past his fears and taught him what it felt like when a man touched you, literally, at the core. Teddy became Mark’s boy almost instantly, ending his relationship with a guy his own age, bonded and marked forever by the intimacy he felt with a man who could make him scream in pleasure with barely an effort. In truth Mark’s coldness and manipulative lawyerly personality fit perfectly with Teddy’s sunny disposition and easy friendliness. They were a perfect pair. But Teddy was also Bill’s boy and wore a sterling dog tag around his neck saying so. Bill had bought it for him, after checking in with Mark, as a tribute to his own service in the Marines. At the bar it had rested perfectly in the little cleft of Ted’s small perfectly honed chest, right beneath the thin leather red-trimmed collar he wore. Teddy was shirtless—he was almost never allowed to wear a shirt in a gay bar—and the little silver bars Mark had put in his nipples the first time he and Bill used him together sparkled in the light. Bill and Mark told people they co-owned him, but Teddy was owned by Mark 1000% while Bill owned him 100%. They weren’t a throuple—Bill and Mark were friends, and really, really, enjoyed watching each other use and abuse a hot guy—but Teddy was completely in love with both of them. Bill’s relationship with Ted was more on the big brother spectrum—albeit a big dominant older brother who loved to hear Teddy scream from his strap and hear him beg Bill to punch fist him deep. Teddy called them Daddy Bill and Daddy Mark, but Mark was really Ted’s master and demanded absolute obedience. Teddy lived with Mark and it was Mark’s piss Teddy drank to start his day and Mark’s fist lodged in his ass as he drifted asleep most nights. In fact, after he met Ted, Mark moved out of his DuPont Circle apartment into a big house in Cleveland Park with a yard and a basement—the condo neighbors had complained multiple times about all the noise Teddy made when he was being used. Outsiders could easily see why Teddy loved both men. Mark was older-daddy handsome, salt-and-pepper hair, and made a lot of money as a partner at a big downtown law firm. Bill was simply—as he had been told countless times—a smoking hot daddy. Standing 6’3”, dark reddish hair in a slight mullet, a working-class former Marine, body honed to hardness by years spent lifting liquor boxes and kegs of beer for a big local liquor distributor. Bill was a manager there now, and kept his body in shape lifting weights in the gym he had built in an outbuilding of his small farm in rural Maryland. But his body was no ordinary gym body—those arm muscles were big from chopping wood and lifting bails of hay, and also from steady use in whipping boy asses. “Matty, sir,” the little twunk had said, his dance-honed arms reaching out to shake Bill’s much larger paw. The guy was small—5’4”, silky, shoulder length, jet black hair peeking out beneath his black leather cowboy hat. He wore no shirt, that hat, and tight black jeans ending in black leather boots. On his right wrist he wore a plain leather band. Everything about the way he was dressed drew attention to that gorgeous body, the narrow, almost feminine waist, the very visible line of the muscles separating his legs from his upper body marking him as a hot little man, lithe torso with a defined eight pack and oversized nipples crowning his perfectly-defined pecs. As he turned Bill caught sight of the hard little ass, the top peeking out of the jeans he obviously wore low to show it off. Bill was enchanted, his mind already imagining piercing the boy’s big nipples and giving him silver bars like Teddy’s while Mark’s fist was buried deep in that hot ass. “Good to meet you, Matty,” Bill had said smoothly, “My name’s Bill and this is my good buddy Mark and this is our boy Teddy.” As Matty turned to shake hands with the others, Mark caught Bill’s eye and raised his eyebrows. “He’s mine,” he mouthed, and Mark smiled a dark smile. “Twenty, sir,” Matty breathed, panting from the pain. “Good job, baby boy,” Bill said, standing behind the boy and pulling him close to his big chest, his cock rock hard resting between Matt’s sore red asschecks. “I told you I needed to hurt you to make me hard,” Bill breathed, nipping at the boy’s ears. Matty just bucked his hard perfect ass up against the hard cock, giving a little whine, “As much as I am looking forward to fucking your sensational butt, baby boy. You don’t get my cock yet, “ Bill said, stepping back to lay some more stripes, “I’m not finished beating you yet.” It was obvious to Bill that Matty was into him from the start. He couldn’t seem to stop staring. He was a polite kid, from Texas he said, and Bill wondered if the sir when they were introduced was Southern politeness or something more. The fact that Matty was at the Eagle on a Friday, dressed to garner attention, and had chosen to talk to two hot daddies and a younger collared man, all of them openly advertising their kinks, lead Bill to think the sir was a good sign of things to come. So Bill asked Teddy to suss the kid out. A lot of hot vanilla boys came to the DC Eagle looking for sex; not all of them were prepared for or interested in the kind of sex he and his little leather triangle demanded. So Teddy led Matty onto the little dance floor, ready to go through his standard vetting routine on behalf of his daddies. To onlookers, the boys looked sensational together. Ted stood just a few inches taller, his dark blonde hair and pink skin a perfect contrast to Matty’s very blue-white skin and blue-black hair, their bodies moving to the music, their distinct musculatures a near-reference model of two of the ways to be a hot Twink forever. “Damn I hope that boy checks out,” Bill said to Mark, taking a swig from his beer, “seeing the two of them together is driving me wild.” Mark smiled and nodded, “Me too, buddy, me too.” On the dance floor, Teddy made small talk, trying to warm the boy up before asking the important questions. But Matty was clearly no stranger to the gay sex game. “Are both those hot men your daddies?” he asked, leaning in close and putting his hands lightly on Teddy’s shoulders. Ted looked down at the guy’s flawless body, then into his gorgeous light-grey eyes and smiled. “Yes. I met Daddy Mark a few years after I moved here. We hooked up a few times and we fit together perfectly. I live with him and serve him as his boy.” “And Bill too?,” Matty asked, his grey eyes questing for deeper answers. “Yes, early on Mark and I were playing and after a while he called Bill and invited him to join us. We played for a loooong time and by the end of it all, I belonged to both of them.” “Wow, you are so lucky,” Matty said, bouncing lightly to the beat, “DC is so conservative, it’s hard to find guys into more than just vanilla sex.” Hearing of this interest in hard sex, Teddy knew he could start pushing. He touched the silver bar on his right nipple and said, “In fact, the first time I played with them together, Daddy Mark pierced my tits and put these in while Daddy Bill had his fist buried in my ass.” Matty’s eye grew wide in surprise as his face lit up with a big smile. Leaning in to Teddy’s chest he kissed the nipple, his tongue lapping around the silver bar, “Fuck that’s hot” he said, drawing close and resting his face on Teddy’s chest. Putting his arms around the boys impossibly narrow waist, hands resting lightly on that fuck-me ass, Teddy looked over Matty’s head at Daddy Mark and Daddy Bill. When he confirmed that both men were watching intently, he lifted his left hand off Matty’s waist and gave the men an obvious thumbs up while with his other hand he moved the boys rock-hard body tighter against his own. Daddy Bill looked down at the boy, enjoying the feel of Matty’s slick throat and questing tongue, rolling and fluttering around his big cockhead. He looked gorgeous, on the floor with his hands tied behind his back, his full lips wrapped around Bill’s huge cock and his back and butt marked red with the evidence of Daddy Bill’s beating. Teddy had been 100% correct, as always, in his assessment of little Matty. The kid was clearly a hard-core masochist and had taken Daddy Bill’s punishment like a champ. He was a tough little motherfucker, much tougher than Teddy had ever been. He was also a top-knotch cocksucker. A lot of guys were turned on immediately by their first look at Daddy Bill’s perfectly-shaped, thick, dark-pink, muscle cock. But not many of them could swallow it deep in their throat on the first go. The kid acted like the big cock was his only source of nutrition—he was such a good cocksucker, Bill had stopped telling him what to do and just let him go. Bill’s boy Teddy gave excellent head—Ted was excellent at just about everything he did in his life, but Bill was sure he went out of his way to be beyond amazing at every aspect of sex—but he was such a needy bottom slut and got so turned on by Bill’s total control of him in bed that Bill directed nearly every pleasure Teddy’s considerable talents gave his tool. It’s why Teddy needed a hard, controlling man like Mark for a master—Mark gave Teddy the space to be free from all the responsibilities of leadership he’d always had to show in every other area of his over-achieving life. But Matty boy, on the other hand, was giving his Daddy Bill so much pleasure with his own cock-pig inventiveness that Bill was having to pull his cock away from the boy from time to time to stop from coming before he was ready As Bill pulled his cock out of Matty’s mouth, Matty let out a little whine and nearly lost balance because his arms were behind his back. Bill reached down with one hand to steady the kids shoulder, while with the other hand he grabbed the boys dark-purple balls tied tight with a raw leather cord. He roughly kissed the boy while giving the balls a tight squeeze. Matty moaned, his grey eyes already nearly black, his pupils dilated from the booty bump Bill had given him earlier, “Thank you, Daddy.” Bill bent the boy to rest his head on Bill’s chest, wrapping his bicep around the gorgeous black hair, wet now from sweat and suffering. God, everything about the boy was hot. Even his little cock was perfectly shaped, a much smaller version of Bill’s huge beautiful meat. Whereas Bill’s cock was dark pink, Matty’s cock and balls were much darker than the rest of his skin, a dark blue-black. Bill began on a fresh squeeze of the boy’s small, perfect balls, harder this time, “I am glad you like it, baby boy,” Bill said, kissing the top of the boys head, “I really am.” In the bar Matty had told Ted he was a lifelong dancer, and had even started out majoring in dance in college. But instead he had ended up majoring in biology, despite having to stay an extra year, and wanted to work in AIDS research. Ted told him that Daddy Bill was super attracted to him, but that he needed to understand what going home with him would mean. “Have you ever done drugs?” Teddy asked him. “Mostly coke and X at clubs. I knew some leather daddies in Austin, and I sometimes smoked meth with them,” Marry said, blushing slightly. Teddy pulled him close, “No need to be embarrassed, adorable boy, lots of the men in this bar do drugs at least sometimes when they have sex.” Pulling his face back and looking up at Ted, Matty said with a knowing grin, “And what about you and your daddies?” “I sometimes do X when I go out dancing with my friends or Daddy Bill, but Daddy Mark doesn’t really go to dance parties,” Teddy said, “And we definitely do drugs when we have sex.” Teddy looked serious then, “We don’t do crystal every weekend because we all have good jobs. But I can guarantee if you go home with Daddy Bill on this three-day weekend you will probably not be leaving his basement playroom until sometime Monday evening.” Matty responded by leaning in closer to Ted on the dance floor and said, “I wanna hear more.” Matty was now living out the fantastic stories Ted had told him—in fact, he was currently acting out some of his most secret fantasies. After he answered all of Teddy’s questions and heard Teddy’s stories—Ted was a psychologist and it showed—he had been barely able to control himself around Daddy Bill and Daddy Mark after Teddy led him back from the dance floor. He stood between them, feeling their arm muscles and stroking their backs. He knew his behavior was influenced by the Tina he had consumed, but fuck these men were hot. He and Ted had stopped in the bathroom before returning to the older men. Matty had heard stories of doing drugs in a bathroom stall at a gay bar, and the experience did not disappoint. He did a small line of Tina off of Teddy’s hand, giggling at the naughtiness of it all. Matty found it super erotic when Teddy’s beautiful face, bright blue eyes shining, looked up at him as he did a line off of Matty’s small hand. When Ted licked the path of the line, Matt grabbed him and they made out. After a minute, Matt felt Ted’s finger moving between his ass. Then Ted’s fingers were at his hole and he felt a sharp burn. He hissed, Ted spoke softly in his ear, mindful they were in a public restroom, “Booty bump to get you started, hot little man. In a second, your ass will feel so good. You are going to need a lot more of that if you are going to take what my men dish out.” Mat was starting to see what Teddy had meant. He was hog tied in a spreader bar, his hard ass muscles pulled apart, his wrist securely fashioned to the bar, his elbows inside his open legs. The taste of Daddy Bill’s come was still on his tongue—fuck that big cock produced a lot of seed—and his face was red, visible handprints from the slaps Daddy Bill had given him as he rode him all over the room. Now, Daddy Bill was giving him his second booty bump, feeding his increasingly hungry hole, the burning turning his mind to nothing but the feeling in his ass. During the ride to Daddy’s Bill’s farm Matt has been so horny. He knew the feeling, having felt it with his leather couple friends in Austin, but he had never felt how it built his hunger for sex so acutely—he’d never done it and then had to wait to get fucked. He’d also never done it and then gone home—to a farm in Maryland no less—with a stranger who he knew on the best authority was into hurting twinks and getting his giant paws up their asses. And so while he was beyond excited to be living out his fantasies, he felt pretty small, sitting here next to this mountain of a man. Bill sensed his nervousness, “Don’t worry, baby boy,” he said kindly. “I mean it—you know what I like and I know you like it too. But we are going to get there together. We won’t start at 100%, okay,” Bill said, reaching his big paw across and squeezing Matty’s knee. He then grinned, “But trust me, baby boy, we will get to 200% together at some point.” Matty was now on his back, his hands handcuffed in front of him, a bottle of poppers with some sort of special breathing thingy on top clasped in his hands. Daddy Bill’s muscular arm held the spreader bar—and therefore Matty’s legs—back and over head. Daddy Bill’s huge paw was buried four fingers deep in his hole. It felt huge, it felt fantastic. Matty had never been fisted but he had taken some pretty big toys before tonight. After he and Daddy Bill fucked—it went on for at least an hour and it was the hottest fuck Matty could remember—Bill had started to finger his hole, pushing the come around inside him. “You know I get off on hurting twinks, baby boy,” Bill had said, “And your gorgeous little ass is gonna look so good wrapped around my paw.” “But,” Bill said warningly, “Liking to hurt a boy is different than damaging him, baby boy. So I am going to go slower than I normally would because you’re not super experienced.” Then he smiled wickedly, and said “Not super experienced. Yet.” Matty grunted, his assring starting to realize the size of Daddy Bill’s massive hands. Bill’s thumb was tucked in and his hand was well on its way into Matty’s hole. They were at the knuckles now, and his asshole was stretched tight and wide. Matty was grateful, now, that Daddy Bill had insisted on an extended period of toy play before attempting this. He was also glad Daddy Bill had freed his hands—it was so much easier to use the poppers and play with his own nipples this way. Matty whined and tried to push himself onto Daddy Bill’s hand. “Want it bad, daddy,” he grunted, “slap me daddy, hit my face and take my ass.” Daddy Bill smiled, and holding the bar with Matty’s legs attached back with one massive shoulder, he freed his hand and slapped Matty hard. “Glad to, baby boy,” Bill smiled, “Take a big hit of those poppers, and let me have you. Let me make you my boy.” Taking four big draws from the popper’s nozzle, Matty felt the world go fuzzy and his assing stretched as Daddy Bill increased the pressure. Daddy Bill slapped his face hard, back-forth, his big meaty hand cracking one side of his perfect face and then the other. The abuse turned little Matty’s twisted desires on like a flashlight Suddenly, his assring gave way and Daddy Bills knuckles entered him for the first time. Matt screamed a sharp little cry, shocked at how big the paw was, and then started moaning. “Fuuuck,” he panted, “Fuck that’s big.” “Not in all the way yet,” Daddy Bill said, “But you are doing such a good job, making your daddy proud, baby boy.” He then leaned in and started bitting on Matty’s big nipples. The minute the sharp pain of of the bite traveled down the hot wire that connected Matty’s tits to Matty’s ass, he opened up and Daddy Bill’s big hand traveled for the first time into the clutching heat of that flawless ass.

I had a hot 23 yo Latin fuckbud that works construction and had been out of the area for quite some time. Last night I got up to piss and saw his infamous message, "You Sexo?" It was like 1 am, and I've had some medical issues and hadn't been fucked in way too long do I said yes! Damn did I miss his 7.5-8 uncut pinga. When he got here he immediately stripped and laid on the bed asking if I had poppers. Handed him the bottle and went to town on his cock. It wasn't long before he said he wanted to fuck me. After about 15 minutes felt him pulsing in my ass. After he came, he never pulled out and after 15 minutes started fucking me again. If the joy of being 23! After the second load he pulled out and I cleaned his cock and we fell asleep. A few hours later while I was sleeping, he fucked me for a third time! WelCUM back Papi!

Yea I'm a bit late with two for Tuesday, but here you go! Chapter 58: Soak and Poke Part 2 My suite was also very nice. It didn't have a whirlpool tub, but a huge walk in shower. I immediately got in and attached my shower shot, just in case. Once cleaned out, I put on my gym shorts, and headed to the spa, where I was greeted by a beautiful blonde Haired muscle stud. The first thing I noticed was a scorpion tattoo on his arm. As he greeted me, I casually grabbed my crotch and winked at him. He simply smiled. He suggested I soak in one of the hot tubs first, saying that they all had private access and he would put me in the only one that had a private massage area. He said I could remain naked between the two, then asked if i wanted him to be naked for the massage? I grabbed my now semi hard cock and said what do you think? He said the massage would be professional, but I was booked with him the entire day, and he included room services at no additional charge. With that we headed to the private hot tub, where I immediately stripped. The spa attendant said it looks like we will have a session in my room. He asked if it was private, and I said yes, but we might hear my parents fucking next door. He smiled and said guess we'll have to be quiet then. I immediately stripped and got in the hot tub to relax. The spa attendant said to soak for no more than 20-30 minutes. He said he would be in the massage room in 30, and to be face down and naked on the table. He arrived to the massage table with a towel around his waist, standing in front of me! His cock was rock hard and he dropped the towel revealing not only his 9 inch cock, but a biohazard symbol on his thigh. I asked him if he was toxic, and he said highly. I explained that I just got over my fuck flu and my parents decided on a weekend getaway after a tough week. He then rolled me on my back, and said he wanted me to pump him full of my newly pozzed seed once we went back to my room. His massage was for the most part professional. He did spend quite a bit of time on my cock and balls, and did suck the precum from my cock, saying there was nothing that tasted better than freshly pozzed cum. He then rolled me over on stomach massaging me from head to feet, skipping my ass at first. After my feet, he headed to my ass. He massaged each cheek with oil, then put some on his fingers, slowly slipping them partially in, fingering me slowly but not deeply. He said I'd get a deep prostrate massage once in my room.

Part 7: time flies. In the present: like that day of December 2022, I'm looking at the meds cabinet, in the corridor between the bathroom and kitchen, with my own conflict: where to go now, meds directly or get a towel, place it on the bed and proceed with toothbrush poz on poz play? "Always with your conflicts", my boy was already on the bed, a towel under him, our toothbrushes in hand, still sealed. "Time flies, and your 10th poz birthday is coming to an end!" How right he was, and my mind returns back to that 20th January 2023, the night I claimed to be my boy's conversion day. "Let's go natural", he suggested when I proposed him to scratch his insides. "Don't open wounds on me, I want the virus to enter me with no facilitation! We struggled to be here... Let him struggle too!" "Him". He was already starting to consider the virus as a family member, like I did. And this made me so proud, he was ready. "Let's use some lube for you now", I told him and took a recipient from the fridge. "The loads I release when you're not around", I explained; "no intention to waste my seed, especially now". I fingered him after pouring the recipient's content in his hole, he felt it cold but I reassured him: "my charged cum will be warm, don't worry you slut!" One, two, three fingers deep inside him, and the third entered half; did not dare to push the thumb, just 4 fingers started to cause him pain, so I withdrew, sucked my fingers clean and entered him with my hard, dripping dick. I could feel his lust, he squeezed his hole around me and moaned aloud. "Bitch in heat", I said; "tonight you get pregnant for sure". We were fucking doggy style, in pure animalistic desire: I had a purpose and needed to accomplish my mission. "Please stop, pull out", he unexpectedly begged me; "I've changed my mind!" Wtf, it was almost 5 weeks off meds, breed him daily and now the crybaby changes his mind? I spanked him hard again before pulling out. Maybe he was right, after 12 years of friendship things have progressed so quickly... I felt guilty, for the first time in months. "Love, I'm really sorry... We have both wanted it but now it's maybe already too late!" "For what", he asked; "I don't regret"... Matter of seconds and he was laying on his back, heels to the ceiling. "Changed my mind on the position", he clarified; "I want us to look at ourselves while you poz me". My deepest fantasy! Pozzing a chaser while he looks into my eyes and begs me. "I'm your chaser", he remarked when I finally entered him again; this position allowed us to share a big, passionate kiss. "I need to cum", after a couple minutes of kissing and fucking I was really close and his breathing became faster too. Another couple strong thrusts and finally I emptied my charged load in him! "I'm sore", he whispered when I pulled out; some blood was dripping from his hole and I took a lick from the combination of poz cum, blood and his ass juices. "I feel it, this has been my conversion! My body is changing, thanks to you!" And here it was: like a Swiss clock, 2 weeks passed and his flu finally hit. Poor guy, he was really weak and sore, but during all the flu period I have bred him anyway. Couldn't resist to a warm, feverish hole! A converting hole that I owned for life. And, precise came also the test: Valentine's day, a home test showed his two lines: this guy was my viral son. In the present, 3rd May 2023. "Now the circle is closed", he said, opening both toothbrushes. "we must celebrate this date for some dirty play! Let's do as we always read on breeding zone! My very official pozzing during your 10th poz birthday!" I took the toothbrushes from his hand and ran downstairs, in the living room. He was upset at first but then followed me. "I've invited a couple chasers", I explained; "no sense to waste new toothbrushes in ourselves, already poz. There are a couple neg guys from breeding zone. I invited them to come over for the occasion. Better you learn to use toothbrushes when needed, this house will be business for both!" I had it in mind: a gifting agency. To hell computers and stuff, our HIV and gifting abilities had to become our main source of earning. The end.

I had to make a paper towel diaper when writing this, because I was generating so much pre-cum. Enjoy! ------------------------------------ The 15-minute walk back home replenished my poppers-lungs with fresh oxygen and the cool spring air made everything so clear. I could feel a familiar wetness between my ass cheeks, and it made my cock tingle. When I entered our home, I looked through the bedroom door and found my husband naked in bed, playing games on his phone. He was so fucking cute. Even though we’ve been together for ages, I was still as much in love with him as I was when we first met. My husband Vincent, or Vince, was a short slim guy, making him look like a twink even though he was in his early forties. Only his well-trimmed beard would give a hint as to what the real age of this blonde beauty was. He was clearly popular among the dark Spanish guys, looking like a miniature Viking. My little pocket Viking, as I used to call him. He smiled at me and asked: - “Did you have fun, babe?” - “I sure did…”, I answered as I took off all my clothes. I jumped on the bed next to him, kissed him and crawled as close as possible to his warm body. The feeling of his naked skin against mine is the best feeling in the world. All troubles, aches and pains just melt away as I caress every part of his smooth skin. He kissed me back and as I caressed his hairless ass, he grabbed my hand and pushed my index finger into his hole. It was wet. He’d been fucked while I was gone. My cock immediately became rock hard again. I’ve never been able to resist his freshly fucked, cum filled hole. - “Seems like you’ve had some fun too?” - “Yes, when you left, I kept thinking of you getting fucked and I got horny and wanted some action for myself, so I started Scruff and was hit up by this bear couple who lives just two blocks away.” - “So, you’ve got two loads in there?”, I said, getting even hornier. - “Uhm… More like five…”, he said and blushed. “We talked about how much I love cum, so they brough two condoms from some safe-sex-couple of tops they had met earlier today. They used it as lube when they fucked me. And one of the guys came twice, so that would make it five.” - “Holy fuck… You slut. You sexy fucking slut!”, I responded and started to leak pre-cum while I kept fingering his sloppy hole. - “What about you?”, he said, quickly pushing me onto my back while moving between my legs, lifting my right leg onto his shoulder, and inserting two fingers in my sore hole. “How many loads did you get?” I let out a yelp and rolled my eyes as I was very sore from the treatment I’d received at the sauna. Do I tell him the truth? How much of a cumdump slut is TOO much for him to handle? On the other hand, I’ve never heard of him taking five loads in one session before, and ten is only twice as much, which is a quite common factor between us. - “Ten, I think…”, I wheezed between clenched teeth. - “Wow, yeah, I can feel how wet and used you are. And I seem to notice you’re in some pain?”, he said and snickered. “Someone extra big got to you?”. - “You could say that. Like a fucking fist…” - “Wow…” My husband was hard as a fucking rock. While fingering me with his left hand he jerked his 17 cm cock with the right. I could tell he wanted to fuck me. His fingering was caressing the damage that had been done to me, massaging the cum into the mucus membranes. The pains were slowly diminishing, making it very pleasurable. He noticed and directed the head of his cock at my hole, eager to push in, but I stopped him with a hand on his stomach. - “I… It might not be a good idea right now…”, I fumbled with the words, not wanting to tell him, but also not wanting to put him at risk by letting him stick his neg cock in my hole that was filled with poz cum. - “Why? You don’t seem to be in pain anymore. Please, I didn’t cum when they fucked me, I need to cum!”, he said, spat on his cock and rubbed it over the head and onto the shaft. - “It could be risky. There could be poz cum in there and we haven’t been good with the PrEP lately, I don’t want you to catch anything.” - “We’re both cumdumps, there’s always a risk. The cum in my ass could also be poz.”, he said and pushed his cock hard against my hole. - “Yeah, but…”, I couldn’t get out of this. “The cum in my ass IS poz!”, I said looking seriously straight into his eyes. - “Just like the cum in MY ass.”, he said and leaned forward over me, kissed me deeply and simultaneously plunged his cock deep into me. I couldn’t speak for several reasons; the shock, the pleasure, the pain, the deep kissing, the overwhelming sense of us being absolutely perfect for each other. We were the same. The same twisted, perverted sluts. The same cock-hungry cumdumps. He kept fucking my ass with his cock, and my mouth with his tongue. I kept grabbing his body trying to push him deeper into me, squeezing his cock with my ass. He stopped kissing me and looked deep into my eyes. - “I can’t believe how good this feels. Your ass is so wet and hot. I can feel all that poz cum caressing my cock inside you. But I’m too close to cumming.” He looked down, took his cock out and with his right hand he scooped up a big dollop of poz cum from my ass. It was tinted pink with my blood. He let my legs down from his shoulders and rubbed the cum all over my cock, then climbed on top and sat down on it. It slid in easily all the way down until I could feel the weight of his body on my pelvis. He threw his head back and grabbed my chest with his hands as he sat there, waiting for his ass to accommodate my rather thick cock. I sat up and embraced him in a warm hug, then grabbed his ass cheeks and lifted him slightly off my cock, only to drop him back down, hard. He yelped and told me to do it again, but harder. I did. And I did again. And again. Harder and harder until I was lifting him up and slamming him down again with all the power I could muster. - “FUCKING DESTROY ME!”, he screamed, driving his nails into the flesh of my back. - “I’m gonna fucking cum baby!”, it was all too much for me to handle. - “Shoot that last fucking neg load into my ass, my love! Mix it with those poz loads in me! I love you so much!” He kissed me again as I started shooting inside him. Probably the biggest load of my life, the orgasm just wouldn’t subside, and I forgot to breathe. I was shaking and blacking out, collapsing onto my back on the bed again. A few seconds later I came to and saw my husband sitting there on my cock, looking beautiful and very happy, but still very, very hard and horny. He still hadn’t cum, but I would not leave him that way. No way; I’m a better husband than that. - “Fuck me!”, I demanded. - “I fucking will…”, he said and got of my dick, squeezing it properly so that no cum would leak out of him. He got back in position between my legs, lifted them over his shoulders and shoved his cock all the way in in one quick move. No spit, no pre-cum, no lube, just force, and the poz cum that was slowly leaking out of my battered hole. As I had just cum, I was a bit tighter again, and it hurt. To my surprise he grabbed my throat and started choking me while violently pounding my ass. He had never done that before, but there was a wildness in his eyes that just made the choking make sense. I felt the need for air increasing, the room beginning to spin, but at the same time all the pain was gone and replaced with a feeling of euphoria, and before it became scary, he let out a roar and unloaded in me, then collapsed on top of me. We just laid like that for a long time, catching our breaths, him still inside me, me caressing his back. - “I love you.”, I whispered in his ear. - “You have no fucking idea how much I love you.”, he said back.

Part 5 Both of us were high and horny as hell from the joints we kept smoking and the beer and booze we kept drinking. The sounds of raw man-on-man sex from the dvd that was playing egged us on even more too. I was slurping noisily on my little brother's hard as nails leaking cock, letting the precum pool on my tongue then swallowing it only to have it quickly replaced by more. This guy leaks precum constantly and tasting it only makes me hungrier to taste his full loads of thick jizz sliding down my throat. Chad's dirty talk mixed with letting me know how good I was making him feel fueled my desire to please him and make this night one he'd always remember. That thought made me grin around his pulsing cock as he slid it in and out of my mouth. It was time I told myself to start making the night “special”. I pulled my lips off of my little brother's slick hard cock and watched it smack against his hard abs, hearing the “thwap” sound of flesh hitting flesh. Chad looked down at me, his face flushed and his eyes a bit unfocused, and his sexy beautiful smile even more attractive as he was enjoying his sex high. “Mmmmm bro,” he mumbled as he ran a hand over my sweaty head. “Your mouth is frigging awesome! You had me close to feeding you my cum. Why'd you stop?” I slid up on the disheveled bed to lay next to him. We moved our mouths onto each other as we kissed intensely. Breaking the kiss I reached down and took Chad's hard cock in my fist and slowly started to jack it for him, causing him to close his eyes and lean his head back on the pillow and say, “Yeah, Lance. Jack that dick. Work another load out of your little brother's cock for you to eat.” I lightly kissed his neck and said, “Oh don't worry little brother. I'm gonna work loads and loads of cum out of your nuts tonight. And I'm gonna make sure you get lots of loads of your big bro's married cum.” “My big bro's married cheating incest cum,” he groaned eagerly. His filthy talk about our ta*boo sex always stoked our libidos. “You know it, buddy. All you want. But before we start the next round I have something I want you to try. It'll make everything we do for the rest of the night hotter and more fun than ever.” Saying that, I got off the bed and walked over to my gym bag even as Chad raised his head and opened his eyes asking me what I was talking about. My hand easily grabbed the pipe, torch and one of the many plastic bags I had made sure were packed before leaving my house to come here to the hotel. I turned back around to face Chad and walked to the bed, my cock harder than just a couple of minutes ago as my excitement grew thinking of the effect the tina would have on Chad. I hoped he'd be willing to take it and was pretty sure he would, but the slight doubt wouldn't be gone until I saw him blowing clouds. I climbed back onto the bed and put my back against the headboard indicating for Chad to do the same. Finally he asked, “What's all that, big bro? What are you up to?”, giving me a lusty smirk. I started my answer in a round-about way. “You remember when you were out of town for a few days a couple or three weeks ago? And how we talked on the phone every day and both of us were telling each other how horny we were to have sex together?” Chad was lazily stroking his dick and gave me a leer. “Yeah, bro, I remember. Both of us were saying we had a major case of blue balls,” he chuckled. I smiled at his wording. “Exactly. So we both said we'd have no problem if either of us hooked up with somebody until we could get together again. Hell, we're not exclusive, right?” I laughed knowing how much we both needed and enjoyed sex. “Sure, sure,” Chad said, his gaze more focused now that he realized I was working up to something he'd like. “You told me about the hot trucker you met and played with and how good the sex was with him,” he continued. “Matter of fact, big bro, I think you said it was great as fuck, not just good.” We both laughed as we could feel the sexual tension in the room growing. I held up the items in my hand to give Chad a closer and better look. “Yeah, it was,” I answered, “and this was a big part of why,” I said as I gave the small plastic bag a slight shake. Before Chad could ask I told him it was tina. “Ever heard of it little bro?” “Yeah,” he answered with obvious excitement in his voice. “Never tried it but I've heard it is some wild sh*t for partying and fucking.” “Like you can't imagine!” I replied, the excitement in my voice matching his. “The trucker introduced me to it and little bro it was fucking out of this world how hot and sleazy it made the fun with the trucker. I want us to do it together. Let it make everything tonight wilder, dirtier, and hotter than ever.” Chad had taken the bag from my hand when I offered it to him and was now looking at it closely. I felt my boner throb and my asshole twitch. With a mischievous glint in his eyes Chad looked up at me and said, “We've had some damn good wild, dirty and hot fun together, bro. And this will make it all even nastier?” “Hell yeah it will, little bro!” I said reaching for the baggie as Chad returned to stroking his dick. “Let's do it!”, he answered. “Show me, big bro.” From the plastic baggie I took 3 good-sized shards and put them in the bowl of the pipe, like the trucker had shown me. They made a nice pile that should give Chad and me quite a few hits before there'd be a need to refill the bowl. I resealed the baggie and placed it on the bedside table then turned back to meet Chad's eager face as I moved the torch under the bowl. “So,” I told him, “the shards of tina go in the bowl and then we heat up the bowl making them melt and start to smoke. It's the smoke that does it. We inhale it once the bowl is full of white clouds, hold the smoke in for a little bit then blow it out. It starts to hit real quick once you blow out the smoke. I'll do it first and show you,” I said, bringing the torch to life underneath the bowl. As my sexy naked little brother watched I heated the bowl, the shards melting quickly and filling the bowl with the swirling white smoke I had quickly learned to crave as the trucker had coached me and made sure I had all I wanted. A quick thought ran through my mind that tina wasn't the only thing the trucker had introduced me to. But I didn't let the thought linger as I put the stem of the pipe to my lips and slowly began sucking it in. I took deep inhales, emptying the smoke-filled bowl twice before taking my lips off of the pipe. Holding my breath I looked at Chad who was following every move and jacking his cock with one hand and playing with his hard nips with the other. Not able to hold my breath any longer and knowing this was going to be a big cloud I let the smoke escape between my parted lips, blowing it right into Chad's face. Damn! It was the biggest cloud I'd blown yet I thought. But then of course I HAD taken a big-ass hit knowing that Chad watching. “Hot fucking damn, big bro!” Chad let out, making it clear he was impressed and turned on. “Watching you blow that smoke out got me horny as hell!” “You ready to try it, little bro?” I asked handing him the pipe. “You fucking know it!” he said as he took the pipe from me and put it between his lips. My hands were trembling in anticipation and excitement as I put the torch under the bowl and lit it. “Keep sucking it in until I tell you to stop, okay,” I told him as we both watched the bowl fill with smoke. He nodded as he began inhaling. “Consider this one of your graduation gifts, little bro,” I whispered as I watched the beginning of his transformation and corruption. (to be continued)

Yesterday afternoon it was a beautiful sunny day not exactly warm, but a beautiful day nonetheless. I was crazy horny and had been thinking about cock all day. I needed to find some dick, so I fired up Sniffies and started looking at the cruisy park near my house. I saw a little bit of action going on there so I decided to drive down and walk the trail some hoping to get my ass fucked but if I strike out it still was a beautiful day to be outside. I drove to the park, parked my car, and got out and headed for the trail. I have been walking maybe 15 minutes when I got to one of the very discreet cruising areas. I went off the trail to check out the spot and when I got there to my surprise, there was a boy sitting on a rock looking very sus. I was really taken back because I never see boys his age when I’m out cruising. He was wearing running pants and a hoodie, but the hood was down and I could see he had beautiful, long, blonde hair that came to his shoulders. He probably weighed 110 pounds, and would fit every definition of twink. As I walk towards him, he blurted out awkwardly “you looking“ which surprised the hell out of me, and I started looking around for a cop or a camera or something but there was nothing. I responded “yes I am“. Again, I was shocked because this is normally not how this kind of thing goes down. It was apparently obvious that cruising was brand new to him. After I responded, again bluntly he asked “do you top” which gave me pause for a second but situations like this don’t come around often, so I was like “I sure do“ and it was easy to see that he was excited and nervous at the same time. I walked over to him and took one last look around and pulled my cock out over my waistband and shook it at him. He immediately dropped to his knees and started sucking my flaccid cock. He was so beautiful and so eager that my cock swelled to rockhard in no time at all. My cock is pretty big and he was definitely struggling with it a little bit because he kept trying to deep throat it, but eventually he gave up on that. He stood up, pulled his pants and underwear down and leaned against a tree. He asked me if I had a condom to which I responded no. He paused for a second and said “are you clean?”. I wasn’t going to lie to the boy so I replied “I have no idea” and he responded “ummm, ok”. I pulled out my little bottle of lube and dripped it on my dick. I also put some on my fingers because his pink hole was dry. I worked in two fingers which slipped in fairly easily and moved them in and out. He was moaning as I moved my fingers which got me pretty excited. I noticed that his anus definitely had seen some action at some point, because in between the beautiful pink spokes of his hole there looked to be a scar from tearing I would assume. Nevertheless, it was a beautiful young hole. I took my cock and rubbed it up and down his hole a few times and then eased it in with very little effort. As soon as I pushed my cock in all the way to the root I was surprised by how tight he felt. Being that my fingers slid in so easily, and it didn’t take a lot of effort to mount him he felt surprisingly tight. I started off slow, but I was giving him every inch of my cock and he was moaning with each slow push. It literally was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen the way his pink hole gripped my penis on the out stroke. It was almost like he was prolapsing a little bit but it was fucking hot. Just the way his anus was gripping my cock got me really excited so I held his hips tightly and really started to fuck this boy good. He was getting a little loud and because I was fucking him hard. You could hear the slapping sound kinda echoing in the woods and I got a little worried that someone might hear us. Fortunately, I was still thinking with my cock, so I ignored any worry I had. It didn’t take long and I was just about over the edge when he said “fuck me daddy, am I a good boy?“ and that was it for me. I started pumping multiple days worth of cum deep in this boys guts After I could feel the pumping stop, I pulled out and spread his cheeks with my hands. I watched as huge drops of my thick seed, rolled out of his gaping ass, and landed inside his pants. he just leaned there catching his breath. I asked him if he wanted me to get him off and I offered that he could fuck my ass if he wanted to. He politely declined which being a bottom I totally understand where he was coming from. He told me it felt amazing and thanked me. In my post nut clarity I asked him how old he was and he replied “don’t worry I’m legal“ and I left it at that. He pulled up his cummy pants and made a joke about how cold my jizz was against his skin and him and I walked out together back to the parking lot. He had a car so he couldn’t been too young. we both got in our cars and left. I am a very dedicated Bottom and it’s so rare for me to top that it really was extremely exciting for me.

I was recently in Amsterdam again for business. Amsterdam is also one of my favorite cities for anonymous sex. On my way back to the train station I made my usual stop at Drake's Sex Shop where I paid the admission fee and climbed the steep staircase up to the video booths. It was late afternoon and eight booths appeared to be occupied as the indicator lights on and doors were locked. About six guys were milling around. I found a booth with a glory hole where the adjoining booth was occupied. Bending over, I peeked through the glory hole, seeing a hot, business man in his mid-40s, dressed in black slacks, white shirt and tie, who was stroking his large uncut dick as he gazed at the video screen. I stepped into the booth, locked the door and knelt at the glory hole, giving the signal through the hole that I wanted to suck. He immediately stood, and slid his seven inch rock hard cock through the hole. I took his cock head into my mouth and sucked on his very ample foreskin. He loved the attention I was paying to it. He was soon ramming his cock in and out of my mouth. I was taking his cock as far to the back of my throat as I could. Soon I could feel his cock swell and throb so I knew he was close. And sure enough, I almost immediately tasted his sweet cum filling my mouth. I think he probably was straight because, in a very straight fashion, no sooner had he cum than he immediately withdrew his cock from my mouth, tucked his cock away, zipped up and left. I'd like to think he was on his way home from work and stopped in for a quick bj before going home to the wife and kids. Within just a moment the door to the adjoining booth opened again and a guy in his mid 30's bent down to look into my booth. He saw my face on the other side, then stepped into the booth and locked the door. As he was unzipping and pulling out his dick, I positioned my mouth up to the hole. He immediately fed me his limp cock. Again, as with most Europeans, his cock was uncut. I again sucked on and worshiped his very ample foreskin. He cock quickly grew in my mouth. Once he reached full hardness, he started to fuck my mouth. The hole was large enough that he pushed his low hanging balls through the hole as well. I quickly sucked on both balls, rolling them around in my mouth. Then he pulled his balls from my mouth and again began to fuck my mouth with his cock for about five minutes, until he filled my mouth with his load. Once he had left, a young black stud entered the booth. He again peeked into my booth to see me on my knees, with my mouth to the hole. He entered the booth, locked the door and completely undressed himself. He was about six feet tall, 190 lbs, muscled, and probably in his late 20's. His nine inch, thick cock was already hard as he slid himself through the glory hole. I worshiped his cock head for awhile, licked up and down his shaft, and took as much of his bbc down my throat as I could. He was rock hard and I could taste a lot of precum oozing from his piss slit. I really wanted his cock in my ass. After about five or six minutes of cock sucking I stood up, pulled my pants to my ankles, spit on my fingers a few times and lubed my asshole with my spit. Then I turned, spreading my ass cheeks and presented my ass at the glory hole. I heard him spit and felt him smear my hole with more spit. Then I felt his hard cock head press against my hole. I took a deep sniff of my poppers as I felt his bbc begin to slide up into me. His cock was so long and thick, that I had to just keep breathing in the poppers, so that I could accommodate his big cock, but soon he was all the way into me and began to fuck. His fuck was long, deep and slow for a few minutes, then as I felt his cock swell to even more thickness and hardness, he began to fuck me faster. This young, black, hottie was really pounding deeply into me, slamming against the wall which separated us. Finally, above the sound of the loud music, groans and grunts of all the porn showing in the booths, I could hear his groans above the background noise as he slammed as deep into my ass, unloading a sweet load deep into my body. I clamped my ass muscles around his throbbing cock as he shot volley after volley of cum into me. As soon as I could feel him withdrawing his cock from my hole I pulled off him, turned and got back on my knees, with my face to the glory hole. He pushed his cum-covered cock to my lips and I sucked and licked his slowly softening cock clean. My lips squeezed every last drop of his salty yet bitter cum out of his balls. I can honestly say loved every drop that I cleaned off his cock. Once we were done, I tried to dress quickly as I wanted to give him my email address in the hopes he would fuck me again. We both exited our booths at the same time. "Hello", I said, adding "That was an awesome fuck. I get here to Amsterdam a lot. I'd love to have you fuck me again." "Fuck, yeah", he replied. Pulling a piece of paper and pen from my pocket, I wrote my name and email address on the paper and handed it to him. "Write me. I'll send you my Amsterdam schedule for next month. Let's fuck." By the time I got back to my hotel he had written me. I now have his email address and plan to get together with him again. He can fuck me anytime.

It was 2006 when I met a fellow fister named Joe, who was 38 years old and lived only 15 minutes up the road from me. Joe being into BDSM, lived alone and had a dedicated playroom outfitted with a sling, fuck bench, restraints, about 20 different size dildos, sounds, Estem device, whips, chastity devices, and even catheters and saline solution for medical play. It was well-equipped, and he liked to use these items. When I first met Joe online, he was very upfront that he was HIV positive and, due to recent work and insurance situations, was not on any medication and that unprotected sex with him would expose one to the virus. In addition, Joe had a zero-gage Prince Albert and told me that condoms would sometimes break, so he didn't even wear them when he was with someone. Joe was also ok with just wrecking each other's holes with our fists and toys, which was perfectly fine with me. Joe was also a heavy precummer when he was fisted. Over the year that we had been playing, I had become comfortable, after some online research on HIV, to sucking Joe's cock, tasting that salty load that would leak from his cock for hours as I worked my fist up to the forearm in his hole. On this particular night, Joe wanted to know if I could try to get elbow deep, and since it was a Saturday evening, I knew we could play well into the night. So as soon as I arrived, I slipped into my jock strap and black Army leather boots that I always liked to wear when we would play. Then, Joe dawned his leather jockstrap, laced up his wrestling boots, and climbed into the sling. After nearly two hours, lots of Jlube Joe's assed opened up, and he latterly sucked my arm up his ass into his guts right to the elbow. Precum flowed from the head of his cock for almost the entire two-hour session. It was so salty, and I loved it. Finally, after I had hit the magic spot up in Joe's ass, he was ready for a break. Joe climbed out of the sling and had to rest for a bit before he could work his magic on my hole. After about thirty minutes, Joe told me to hop into the sling, and he wanted to work my hole good. After almost 30 minutes of working my hole with toys, he moved his fingers inside me. At first, it was three, then four, and eventually, he was past the knuckles for all five fingers. Finally, after nearly an hour after starting with his fingers and several hit of poppers, Joe was up to his wrist in my hole. Though I wasn't the heavy precummer that Joe was, I did have a nice glaze of precum over the tip of my cock. At this point, Joe wanted to know if he could tie up my cock and balls and edge me while working my hole with his fist. After an hour of Joe fisting me and edging my cock Joe reached up and began to play with my nipples as well. At one point, Joe stood beside me in the sling, and as he alternated between my cock and nipples, I reached over and stroked his hard-pierced cock as precum oozed from it. Joe finally moved back down to the foot of the sling and concentrated on my ass and cock more. He would fist me sitting down on a stool and then stand up when edging my cock. He did this off and on four or five times. Each time he stood up, I could feel his pierced cock rubbing the outside of my hole, his Prince Albert rubbing against it. I suddenly realized that each time I did, I would push myself further down in the sling, hoping his cock would just slip in. I was still hesitant to say anything out of fear, knowing he was HIV positive. Finally, after the last time he stood up, I felt his pierced cock right inside my hole, and I slid as far down as I could in the sling, hoping it would go in. I then looked into Joe's eyes and saw he also wanted to. I was so hard and ready to explode from the edging session I finally began to beg Joe to fuck me with his cock and begged him to breed me with his poz load. It took only a second, and I could feel Joe's cock deep in my hole. After nearly 30 minutes of pumping my hole with his fat pierced cock Joe told me he was cumming. He then shoved his cock as far into my hole as it would go and began to cum. It felt like he came for almost a full minute, pushing his cock around inside my hole, churning the cum deep inside my hole. After I climbed down out of the sling, I could feel some of Joe's cum running down my ball sack. I reached down and could see his cum was mixed with a tinge of blood which I assumed came about from his piercing and nearly two hours of fisting my hole. After sitting there for about thirty minutes resting, Joe began to tell me he was sorry he let this get out of hand and described to me some things I should look for in case this exposure had given me the virus. I reassured Joe though I may not do this for some time again, I was a grown man and asked him to, and if I did contract HIV it was my decision. Joe and I continued to meet for fisting sessions for at least eight months after that event. Around the eight-month mark, I learned I was HIV positive. At first, I couldn't believe one encounter gave me a lifelong disease. I wish I could say that after learning I was HIV positive that me and Joe had the same intensity that we had that night, but Joe took a job in Florida and moved before we could have that same level of sex as we did that night.

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Chapter 57: Soke and Poke Near the end of my flu, mom suggested that the three of us take the weekend off to just spend some time to relax after the hell we went through being sick. That weekend was dads birthday, and she told us she had booked two adjoining suites at a very nice hotel for the three of us. Although dad and I weren't thrilled by the idea, how could we say no. Dad was more excited as he would pump his poz seed into mom's pussy, perhaps creating his own son with her. He was willing to take the risk, knowing that if she ever figured out he pozzed her, and she left him, he would always have me to love. We packed up the car, and headed to the hotel. What a nice change of pace than the no tell motel. Mom had got the honeymoon suite for her and dad, and my suite was next to them. When we arrived, we all went to their suite, where there were happy birthday balloons and a bottle of champagne. It was hard watching dad kiss mom as passionately as he kisses me, but I understood. We toured the suite, and it was incredible! In the bathroom there was an incredibly large whirlpool tub. I couldn't help but notice that dad was getting excited. Was it because of mom, or thinking how much he'd like to have me in the tub? As we walked out, mom handed me an envelope with a day pass for the spa. It included an entire day in the spa, including a massage. She suggested I use it now to soak and relax in its hot tub, and then get my massage. Of course she had plans for dad and their tub! I thought It was a great idea, as I wouldn't have to hear them fucking, and perhaps I'd have a happy ending at the spa!

Chapter 56: Flu Season There was something magical knowing that both dad and I were off meds, and my conversion would happen soon. Come to think of it, it was my second conversion. My first was when I was just an experimenting boy into a full out gay sex pig. Our love making became more romantic than it had ever been. Even though we made love at least once daily, it seemed as though his loads were thicker and bigger and powerful shooting deep inside me. I could start to slowly feel the virus attacking my body, and knew it would eventually win! The fuck flu hit me hard, but my dad was there to help me through it. Although I felt like hell, dad kept pumping loads into me daily which helped me get through it. We never had sex while mom was home, yet we found time to I caress and kiss each other every chance we had. I was so happy knowing that my dad had made me the same man that he was. Neither of us could believe how things progressed so quickly. From just "exploring " to pig sex, and now pozzed! And not just pozzed, but by my step dad! I know many step relations don't always go well, and not sure how many turn sexual like mine did. I asked dad his thoughts, and he said the same. He said that he really wanted our relationship to work out, even without the sex, but the sex was a driver. He said he still missed his real son, and the sex that they had, but not to consider myself a replacement. He said that he hoped the three of us could still have fun, as we've enjoyed each other in the past. Dad added that being converted was a powerful feeling, and that he hoped I would convert someone willing also. He said that his real son has been trying to provide him with a "grandchild" but it's harder than one might think. He said he read somewhere that only like 1 in 70 convert, so that's lots of ass to breed. I made a commitment to my dad to try my best once I was toxic.

I cannot say it enough you are a magnificent writer, your stories capture me and detail exactly what I want in life. Thank you for your efforts

Had 3 anon loads yesterday in Swindon, UK where I am literally the local fag whore. Fucked and loaded by a black immigrant dude who literally spoke no English but fucked me real hard on his flat mates bed, then loaded by a 37 yr old bi guy who just wanted a hole to drop a Load into anon and finally rimmed and topped up by a 42 year old guy who watched his cummy cock disappear inside me til I got a top up! Left dripping like a proper cum hungry slag!

FWIW: I suspect that there's a bigger market for porn with more clearly defined roles for the performers, because I suspect that a solid majority of people identify as leaning more one way or the other - lots of people claim to be versatile, but when queried on it, they almost always have a solid preference for one or the other role. So when performers have defined roles in the video, it's easier for the typical porn consumer to identify with the characters. If the bottom is the "star", bottoms can imagine they're in his place, and tops can imagine fucking him. If the top is the star, bottoms can imagine being the bottom getting fucked by this hot top, and tops can imagine they're the ones plowing this bottom's ass. My guess is, they've looked at videos to see which ones sold (back when you bought born), which ones rented the most, and (in the internet age) which ones got downloaded the most, which ones got pirated the most, and so forth. Porn's a business, and you can bet there are people out there measuring trends and advising their porn production clients about those trends.

I wanted to finish it in time, but I was tired and will post last episodes tomorrow. I'm so fucking tired! As I said, I can't tell you what is real and what is fiction... Think what you want! LOL!

Falling for a Cum Vessel, part 3 One Year Later January 5, 2021, Tuesday, a horny morning. Three nights before I fucked a sexy muscle Venezuelan at a park; he came in seconds but I was blue balled. Today, I must fuck this load out. An ad on Doublelist: pic of an athletic dude in a jockstrap lying on his stomach. I’ve seen it before; it’s him, the hookup from a year ago, the one I hadn’t cum in after 40 minutes. The post is direct: “Visiting jock bottom, 35 5’11” 170, bi, muscular, white bubble butt jock ass looking for hung top. Anon can host." Same pic he sent a year before, and a KiK username. I message with a cock pic and hear back quick. Says he just just checked into his hotel. I shower and drive across town to the Best Western. Fucker makes me wait five minutes, and I wonder if he’s scheduled tops like the cumdump I fucked a week before. Finally, “Room 226, door will be open and ass up on edge of bed.” Walking in I’m hit with the smell of shower, sweat, and poppers. The room is dark, I close the door behind me, the inside handle feels lube-smooth. Sure enough he’s ass up on the edge of the bed, a shred of light coming from the curtains. He’s a fucking statue. I once stood behind The David looking up, unforgettable; now I gaze down at what The David looks like groveling. I drop to a knee and admire. This dude from a year ago, this sculpture of everything I’ve ever liked in a man’s body—he is mine once again. I rub my hands around his cheeks, lightly furry just like I remember. I wait to touch the hole, mainly to get him going but also because I’m not ready to verify if I’m the first top. A year ago at first touch I felt sweat, but maybe it was lube. Maybe a year ago I wasn’t the first top. Maybe a year ago I hadn’t fucked enough loaded holes to know the difference. I’m reminded of the cumdump a week before who warned me not to believe anything a cumdump tells you. He hits his poppers hard and I sniff around the edge of the hole. Smells of water and man musk, light soap. I rub my nose. It’s soft. I kiss, it’s softer than a rose petal. Finally my index finger: the hairs around the hole are a little too smooth and silky, like the door handle a minute ago. Should I ask if he’s been fucked already? I probe just the tip of my finger, he’s so tight! In a low voice I tell him, “Nice.” He responds a faint, “You like that?” “Best ass all year,” I say without thinking, and he chuckles. He even laughs at my dumb jokes, so I decide to verify nonverbally if he’s loaded. Hole is supple, taught, responds to my every lick and kiss the same it did a year ago. Spreading apart the hole, nibbling the cheeks beyond that. Slap and start to push the tongue in deep, tastes like umami and….but he’s keeping tight. He’s shutting me out. Does he not want me to tongue fuck? I take my cue and stand. There’s a small bottle of lube next to him, it’s also silky smooth, almost slimy like it was recently used mid-sex. I put a few drops on my rock hard head and rest it on the hole. I thump blood through my cock with force, his hole begins to wrap around the way I remember condoms doing. He’s pushing back and asks, “You want this?” A few more drops of lube and I go in slow. He hits poppers hard and holding his breath let’s out a deep, guttural, “Yeah. That’s it.” I take hold of his hips and he follows my pace right away, just like a year ago. In the past year I wished so damn much I’d taken a pic of his ass wrapped around my cock. “Will you take a pic with my phone?” he asks. I’m almost shocked. Did he just read my mind with his hole? Lights up, and Goddam! my cock is soaked. It’s as wet as the cumdump a week before, when I was the first and sixth load of the night. I start recording video instead. First some long strokes, balls deep, then full pull-outs to catch the shimmer down my shaft. He’s angling himself now to make the strokes rub his prostate, just like a year ago. Such skill on his knees, I’m enjoying this loaded hole better than the cumdump a week ago. He’s tightening in ways I’d only felt with a couple holes before. He’s got that deeper hole within, and none of the others could control it this way. It somehow squeezes and relaxes in unison with my strokes, not a beat lost. I can feel my balls tightening. He slides back more and the camera light catches the mirror next to the bed. This is what he meant by, “take my pic.” I bet he’s booked rooms in this hotel just for the mirror, and it’s not the first time he asks to get photographed. He’s a force of sex and semen, and he must have it documented well. I move the camera toward the mirror to record us both, it’s just close enough to display my cock disappearing through his cheeks. “Fuck that’s hot,” he half whispers, and he pushes back even more, his cheeks bouncing in the light. One leg is now standing, he did that so smoothly and didn’t lose the angle of the fuck. The other leg he pulls toward the mirror, an even better angle to view my cock sliding in and out of the hole. He’s such a fucking pro at this. Such a superior slut to the cumdump a week ago, and so much tighter. So much more control, the hole within a hole, deeper, tighter, rarer than a comet. He deserves a spank for being a such a star, beckoning to be touched. Spank. And another spank for not telling me he was already loaded. And another for giving me the runaround the past year when I’d see him on Grindr. And a last spank, this one so he knows that it’s mine. Camera off. I want him on his back now, and here I throw him off his rhythm. A second later he does as he’s told, knees immediately to chest. From behind another hit of poppers he watches me enter him. I wonder if he prefers not to see my face; the cumdump from a week before refused to get fucked on his back, said it needed to stay anon. I get to pounding. He still kisses as passionately and as intensely as I remember. He still gets even tighter on his back, and knows how to angle his hips to open up deeper. My cock head is now beyond that second hole, does it feel what I feel? I’m enveloped in it and in him. What little light we have helps make out the brown of his eyes, locked with mine as we cum seconds apart. He grins satisfied, almost proudly, and here his kisses turn curt and peckish. Time to go. He watches me get dressed from the dark of the bed, his silly baseball cap now by his side. Does he remember me, is that why he hesitated to get on his back? If he does, is he wondering if I came? He seemed bothered a year ago that I hadn’t. “Send me that vid on kik soon.” He says he will and thanks me. “You’re welcome. Message me if you visit town again.” Back in the bright hallway, satisfied that I came, I remember that a year ago he said that he worked and lived in town. Was he lying back then or was he lying now about visiting? How many loads did I just churn? Is there a guy about to walk in after me, and was he made to wait outside five minutes, too? Should I wait in my truck and watch the tops go in and out like I did with the cumdump a week ago? No, that’s stupid, and I’m better than that. I turn the ignition, drive off, and turn on the radio. I hear a foreign economist explaining new interest rates, “People must now ask themselves how deep do they want to dig into a hole?’” I chuckle, appreciate the unintended innuendo, and realize that I started digging in a year ago. No going back.

Ever thought of drinking your own during a session? I do it with one particular top - who had never seen a bottom do it before he met me.

Like everyone else, when we go on holiday we like to let loose. We had only been together a few months but this was our second holiday. Depending on the holiday that might just be a few drinks and a very late night, or it could be what happened back in Gran Canaria. We had been on vacation for a few days and both had our share of fun. My boyfriend had been building his tan up at at six foot tall, blond, blue eyes and now with a dark glow he looked stunning. He had been catching a few guys eyes all night and as he got a bit more tipsy he started to get more flirty. He was generally not as adventurous as me, and was just as happy to take a wrapped up cock as a raw one. I never took wrapped, and preferred him to take it bare every time, as it means I could really him a random load out of him later which was always the best end to a night for me. I saw out the corner of my eye while ordering another couple of drinks at the bar he was on the usual apps and messaging a guy who rung a bell. He was generally a raw player which was how I knew him, so it was not a surprise when he messaged a few months back to tell me he was not poz detectable and might have been at our last fuck. I did the usual checks and all came back negative, which is a shocker given neither I or my other half use prep. I was wondering why my guy was messaging him, as he was not his usual type. He was preppy, smooth and clean shaven, where Mark off the app was muscled, some chest hair and stubbled. I was curious what they were messaging about as my guy had adjusted his shorts several times in the last few minutes. I messaged Mark to check if his number still worked, just saying that it looks like we are at the same place on holiday, and it showed delivered and then read. “Hey, good to hear from you mate, sorry about last summer with the tests and all that. We arrived over this afternoon so jet lagged, and been enjoying the sun. That might be changing soon though as might have a nice fuck lined up for later lol”. So yep it was Mark and sounds like he’s already up to his old tricks. Having had a couple of sessions already this holiday I asked what he had in store. “Well this blond guy is up for a play but seems to just want oral and playing it safe. I’ve not told him about the poz thing, as well, he has not asked so fuck it. Low risk stuff anyway, or at least that’s how it’s going to start.” This sounded just like my guy which was funny as I should just tell Mark, but something was more curious about it in the back of my head. My boyfriend had clearly been messaging Mark at the same time and said he might have to pop off later as he’s got an offer of some light fun, and would I be ok with it. I asked what, and reminded him the rule about telling me what he gets up to afterwards. He said “no worries, but it won’t be much of a session as he’s tired and just going to play it by ear.” With that off he headed to Marks hotel. As he left the table My phone beeped again. “I could really do with breeding this blond. He says he is just going to see where we go, but I really want to seed his hole with my load before I go on meds when I get home. I mean have to share it at least once hey?”. What do I say? I mean it’s clearly my guy going over but hey he plays it safe anyway unless he sure. Fuck it. “Yer if he asks tell him, but if not he should know better. Plus he’s an adult and sure he knows what he’s doing”. He replied “I’m in the mood for a spit only raw fuck, and really rough fuck a guy though. Something about the heat over here just gets me hard, and dirty.” I wanted to step it back at bit as I knew my other half was tipsy and might be easy swayed, so toned it down with saying maybe just taking it easy on the first night, but send pics as sharing is something we had done before. This message was delivered but not opened. Had he arrived at Marks hotel, and had Mark read to take it a bit easy? TBC

My boyfriend and I decided to go to Berlin for the weekend. While we had vaguely heard about the vibrant gay scene over there, little did we know that we were going to leave with our assholes completely destroyed. We decided to go to a sauna called ‘boiler room’ and from the auspicious glance that our Uber driver gave us, we knew that we were going to have a great time. From the moment we stepped into the venue the horniest scene filled my eyes. There were the hottest German boys everywhere, some with red towels around there waists, and others letting it all hang out. My boyfriend and I decided to split up to see who could get the most loads by the end of the night. As he headed towards the wet sauna area, I headed towards the maze and instantly locked eyes with an extremely cute Italian boy. Put simply, his body was amazing. The combination of his hot muscles combined with his cheeky grin instantly made my cock twinge. I grazed my hand on his pert bottom, and he grabbed my hand in search of an empty room. Around us was the sound of animalistic fucking, there was just so much raw, horny sex happing all round us. Finally, after passing many occupied rooms, we found one at the end containing a single leather bench and a sling. My cock just got even harder. Upon noticing the viewing window, my Italian friend asked if I minded of people watched. The prospect of that was enough to send my cock to full mast. The Italian boy looked down and saw my cock protrude out of my towel like so and dropped it, and went down to suck it. The way that he used his tongue was nothing that I had ever felt before. And when I loosened his towel, the largest cock I had ever seen was revealed, growing harder as I caressed it inside my mouth. After a round of glorious messing about, he motioned towards the sling and indicated that I should get on it. I had never used a sling before, but I was more than eager to try. He helped me into the swinging leather contraption, and as he positioned my legs in the straps, I noticed how vulnerable my arsehole was- exposed for anyone to take advantage of. After he had positioned me, he lubricated his gleaming penis with his spit and started grazing it against my arse crack, teasing me as it readied itself to enter. And then he did, slowly at first, but then faster and deeper. The swinging motion from being in the sling made me feel as though I was closer to the motions of his glorious body as he rearranged my insides. Watching his gleaming, sweaty abs as he fucked me raw was a most majestic sight, I wish that my partner could see me now, he loved to see me being taken advantage of. looking towards the window, I could see three massive guys stroking their cocks in appreciation of the scene. And all of a sudden as the Italian increased his pace, and as his breathing got deeper and deeper, he let a gasp and I could feel his penis pulsate in my hole, leaving gushes of beautiful semen deep inside my hole. I made a mental note. That was just the first load of the night…

My (53) younger fuckboy Drew (23) hooked up at our place with a boy from doubleist around his age. He was smooth, small frame, nice ass. Drew undressed him and put him doggy on the bed and mounted him. I enjoyed watching Drew pound his ass. Drew cums quickly when he's fucking so he'd seeded this boy in about 10 minutes. He just lay on his belly with Drew's seed leaking outta his ass. I took my cue and got on the bed and climbed on his ass. He was receptive and pushed his ass back to meet my cock. I slid easily inside his cum filled hole. I was so horny fucking him with Drew's load lubing my cock. I shot in about 10 minutes and emptied my balls inside him. I always love the first time I breed a new fuck. His asshole felt real hot and just tight enough.

Chapter 55: Making a POZative Start My dad's plan to get home early worked perfectly. We were able to make love once, sometimes twice daily. We made it a point to make love in every room of the house. My favorite was in the kitchen though. My dad would bend me over the island often. My favorite though was when i would sit on the counter near the sink as my dad sucked my cock. He would then pick me up from the counter and place my hands near the sink, and my feet on the island, and i simply rode his cock. In this position, dad would kiss me and squeeze my ass cheeks as I bounced on his cock. At times he would simply pick me up with my arms around the back of his neck, and ride his cock. If mom ever knew! The bedroom was our usual place to make love though. My dad was smart and bought a rubber sheet to make love on so we wouldn't constantly have to wash the sweaty sheets often. We started making love in my bed, but then I suggested we make love in my parents bed. My dad was always careful to put his marriage picture on the nightstand face down. One day after a double session, mom came home just after dad dropped his second load in me. He hastily grabbed the rubber sheet from the bed as I straightened the cover below, neglecting to put the picture back up. Dad told me his wife asked him about that. He brushed it off saying you know how the cat likes knocking things over, or off a table, and mom bought that while laughing and agreeing. Our times together were amazing even though I knew conversion wasn't likely for a few weeks, yet one never knows. Making love was more passionate than ever, although on occasion I asked my dad to fuck me roughly, and he obliged. After about three weeks, I began to feel a bit sick. It was earlier than expected, but there was a bug going around, and could have just been that. My dad suggested we see if it got worse before testing. He also acted sick to help make mom think just both of us caught a bug but to call in sick so we could have an entire day together. During our full days together my dad suggested we brush my hole to help speed up the process just in case I wasn't already converting. He still had the toothbrush that his father had used on him to brush me with, but said he would use a new one as his brush brought back horrible memories of his dad brushing and infecting him. My dad asked how I felt about brushing, and I said the sooner he was a part of me, the better. He said he was overjoyed at hearing that. With that, he spread the rubber sheet on his bed saying it could get messy, but luckily the rubber sheet wiped clean. We both held the handle if the brush, slowly entering my eager hole. We started gently before I begged my dad to brush harder, and he did. As he brushed me, he twisted tye brush to tear up my entire hole. Once he saw blood, he fucked me good and hard, telling me he would soon be a part of me. After he shot, he pulled his cock out, leaving a puddle of cum and blood on the rubber sheet. I immediately licked it up as he plugged my ass.

I was on my back again, in the hogtie position on the spreader bar. I had been in that position for a couple hours now, sometimes ass up, sometimes ass down. The daddies were playing another “game,” and this game, like the others, was very painful. All the games we played were fun for the daddies and not much fun for me. Daddy Bill was fisting me, as he it felt like he had been forever, with his balled fist, while Daddy Mark hurt my balls. The “game” — was to see how my hole reacted to each way of hurting my balls. Could Daddy Bill deep fist me more easily while my balls were paddled or crushed? What was the effect on my ass of electric shock on my balls? Each time Mark hurt me he would just smile, and lean in and say “Mine to hurt, bitch, mine to hurt,” We had played several such games over the last hour and a half. The first one they said would be somewhat familiar to me, as we had played it with Daddy Mark inside. And so Daddy Bill began fisting me while Daddy Mark used the cane on my upper ass and all up and down my back, each big breath in, scream, or sob being the opportunity for Bill to see how it made it easier for him to enter the various zones of my colon. Each time the cane hit, my body would lock down tight around Bill’s balled fist, all up and down my colon. Then it would unclench and he could go deeper. Once he determined a particular rhythm, he would then want to engage in what Daddy Mark called “a replication of the experiment,” with Daddy Mark canning a body part over and over as Daddy Bill punched his fist in deep. Next, they use a violet wand on me, seeing how deep Bill could get when Mark zapped my balls, my tits, my taint—Mark even used it on my palms and the soles of me feet, each of my screams making them laugh and their cocks harder. They let me “rest” on my back then, as Mark did lines and Bill smoked coke and they both drink beer. They even let my arms loose long and made me drink a Gatorade, they said so my hole would stay hydrated for their games. After they locked me in again, they gave me another booty bump, even though I said I was getting tired and begged them to let me come down After that shard dissolved, they each pissed in my ass as the beer ran through them, each man fisting his own piss deep in my hole. The thing was, after the booty bump and the deep piss fist fuck, the hunger would build again and they could start on some fresh new game. After that first round of piss, they changed my position a bit, locking my arms behind me so my chest was pushed out. They then rigged a rope pulling my legs up and made my hole available. While Daddy Bill fisted me deep, they began a game to see my hole responded to piercing, with Daddy Mark running a line of needles up each side of my skinny torso. I was flying high, the my body responding to endorphins, and as Daddy Mark pierced first one of my nipples and then the other Daddy Bill claimed new territory and pushed his arm up my hole passed the elbow. He slowly fist fucked me beyond the elbow as Mark removed each of the needles. When Mark got to my tits, he replaced each needle with a little silver bar, getting excited by my sounds of pain. As the second bar went through my tit, Daddy Mark leaned into me, covering my mouth with is. “Mine, boy,” he said intently, “Mine to hurt, mine to fist, mine to own. When Bill fucks you I fuck you,”. As the bar went in, Bill punched my ass from assring to inner ring as deep as he could go each time. Now that my hole was open, Bill became insatiable. Even as daddy Mark sanitized where each needle had been,Bill would continue fisting me. As I hissed in pain from the alcohol being applied to my sore tits, Mark leaned over and said, “This is how Bill like his boys, your pain is turning him on.” My pain clearly turned my Daddy Mark on too, his cock remained rock hard. They rested and drank beer a couple of more times, always ending their rest by deep fisting their own beer and chempiss inside me. By this point I was fading, barely able to keep my legs up, and my ass was still hungry but increasingly sore. They let me out of the spreader and we lay down for a few minutes, as they continued to drink beer and watch porn. As I relaxed, they would occasionally have me service their cock and usually drink some piss. After about an hour I had had a real rest. My hole was sore and hanging open but the Tina was still talking, telling me my ass felt empty and needed to be filled. They drank several beers a piece and once that was through their systems they made me take both their piss loads up the ass, laying assup and face down on the bed. As the drugs started being absorbed into my system, I started to move my ass as the drugs took over. Daddy Bill plugged my ass with his balled fist while Daddy Mark slide his hand along side, trying to push the piss deeper into my system. He then removed his hand, balled up his fist and brought it inside my hole, pushing Daddy Bill’s fist deeper into my hole in front of his own. The stretch was incredible, the feeling of the piss going deeper, their ownership of me felt total. After we held this for a bit, they pulled out and led me to the bathroom to drizzle out the bit of liquid that remained. They then put me on my back and punch fisted, double fisted, and deep fisted me for another half hour. As I got sorer and sorer, starting to cry out with each thrust, Daddy Bill got super excited. “One more thing and then can you can rest,” he said, “I have a comet for you to ride,”. Daddy Mark began to untie me, “Your daddy Bill gets off on hard fisting a tenderized hole, boy. Make me proud.” They took me into the bathroom and administered a big enema, washing out all the lube. Daddy Mark put me in position, my hands tied behind my back and my cuffs to the spreader bar. He pushed a shard in my ass, making it first sting and then I felt the familiar fire. Daddy Bill stood behind me pouring a small amount of Tina lube into my hole. “Next time we play, I am fisting you dry here at the end.” He said darkly, “But we’ve been playing a while and you are new, so you get a little extra lube.” I felt his fist, burning like a comet, enter my hole. I didn’t understand at first, but then I realized, they had coated his entire fist and arm in a thin layer of crisco and then sprinkled Tina all over it. He kept pushing, until the burning comet reached my inner space. As I screamed from the burn, he pushed his closed fist through my second ring. He opened his palm and began despisting a load of sharrds. Closing his hand into the bird shape, he changed angles and pushed at my Sigmund colon, breaching the entrance slightly, He paused as the Tina activated my entire anal cavity from the gate to the Sigmund to the inner chamber to rectum, his elbow already into my gut. He remained in place for a minute, as the pain turned to pleasure and I opened up to him. I was panting, sweating more than I had all night, it was like a light switch turning on. He felt the change in me and pushed forward. As he did so, Daddy Mark slid the nozzle of enema bag alongside his elbow. They had filled it about 1/3 full of lube, and god knew how much Tina, and and as the lubricant flooded my guts, Daddy Bill began to fist me in ever increasing punches, We went for another hour and a half, Daddy Bill punching me elbow deep with his balled fist, and from time to time opening me beyond his elbow. He fucked me roughly, feeding off of my cries. Ocassiaonly he would pause, beyond elbow deep, and wait the few seconds it took gor the hunger to start again. When it did, and I bucked my ass back up at him, begging him for more, he would go a little deeper, opening new territory that he would reclaim again and again. His huge fist in my ass was the center of my world, and I begged for his punches. They had gotten me exactly where they wanted me and I realized: it was exactly where I wanted to be. It two weeks for my body to recover from its first encounter with both my daddies. My soul never did.

We were now in Mark’s living room. He sat relaxing in a chair, his legs up. My mouth, as usual, was wide around his asshole. My tongue fluting deep and licking around the inside of his hole, I strove to please him as best I could. But truth be told, I was getting a little tired. It was now nearly 2 in the afternoon and we had been playing for more than 12 hours. After the incredibly intense rough fuck with the giant annihilator dildo, we had rested a bit. After Daddy smoked a cigarette, he leaned in and began talking to dirty and playing with my hole with his fingers, taking me just to his wrist before pulling out and lightly flickering his fingers inside my hole. “You love it when I use you, don’t you?” he whispered, “You like it rough now don’t you bitch?” He began using one of the smaller dildos on my hole, the Mike Branson Falcon toy. The Branson was always the toy he started the night with. But rather than use it to open me slowly and gently, now he fucked it in and out, probing my depths and pulling it out in one go before pushing it in hard. I was loving it, feeling the thick dildo just enter my second ring, but my high was wearing off. I later learned Daddy was testing my hunger, seeing how much I still needed to get fucked. Turns out the need was still very much there. He had awakened my inner pig like never before and I still craved his abuse. After at least 1/2 hour, Daddy pulled the toy out and stood up. “I have to make a work call,” he said, walking out to his living room and closing the bedroom door behind him. I could here him talking, but didn’t really hear anything as I stared at the porn on screen. Daddy came back in the room a few minutes later, an odd smile on his face. He lay on the bed and smoked a cigarette. He then abruptly got up, grabbed the crisco, and said, “Follow me, boy.” Leading me out into the living room he settled comfortably in the big chair that was opposed the door to the apartment. “Serve my hole boy,” he growled. And so here I was, in Daddy’s living room, my tongue starting to ache from unceasing efforts to please him. I leaned back to catch my breath and give my tongue a break, when I heard a quiet knock on the door. I startled and started to turn towards the door. Mark reached up and forced my mouth back on his cock, “Don’t worry about the door, boy,” he grunted, “Service me.” Fearing one of his slaps, I opened my mouth and pleasured him, my tongue fluttering around his semi-hard cock head as I took him deep. Daddy leaned back. “Come in, the door is unlocked,” he said quietly. I heard the door open and someone stepped into the room. What the fuck, I thought? I was buck naked, my ass in the air on display for a total stranger, someone Daddy wouldn’t even let me see. Daddy addressed the stranger, “Get comfortable and join us.” I resisted the urge to turn my head, and just kept sucking. I heard rustling that sounded like someone removing their clothes, the zip of a belt being pulled from a pair of pants, a dull clunk as shoes were removed and dropped to the carpeted floor. After a few minutes, a heard a lighter and saw reflected flame flicker and a few seconds later I smelled smoke. It was an unfamiliar smell. After the stranger apparently finished their hit, I heard them pad up behind me and drop to their knees. Within seconds I felt the stranger’s fingers enter my hole with practiced ease. The fingers were large, two of them the same size as three of Marks. As quickly as they dipped in, the fingers were gone. I heard something rustle, and then fuck, four huge fingers of someone’s hand were buried almost to the hilt in my butt. I grunted in surprise and my head shot up as the fingers moved inside me. That grunt turned to a deep moan as I felt the beginnings of a familiar burn. The man’s hand was so large, he was toying with my inner ring without even having his whole fist in me, pushing what felt to be 2-3 big shards of crystal right into that place where Mark had done the same hours ago. I immediately arched my back as the burning and pleasure mixed, the sharp pain of the shards’ payload starting to detonate in my cunt. As my boyhole switched from burning to hot need I automatically started to back up. With one hand buried and moving in my ass, the stranger used his other huge, calloused hand to stop my ass from taking more of him. He moved that hand from my behind me, and wrapped it around my throat, pulling me up against him. With my back arched, because his other hand was still buried with a good part of his palm buried inside me while he toyed with my insides, I was pressed against the chest of a big, muscular man. The bottom of his face was near the top of my ear, the growth of his beard scratching the my head where he touched it. “Your Daddy asked me to give you this gift, baby boy,” a deep voice growled in my ear, “But he said I couldn’t fist you yet.” The stranger started licking and biting my ear, running his large tongue around the side of my head, licking my sweat. One hand was wrapped tight around my throat, squeezing lightly, holding me in a powerful grip. His other hand continued to flutter and flick, toying and teasing my ass, driving the burning need the shards had created. The stranger withdrew his fingers abruptly, still holding me against him with his other arm. He stood in one, powerful, athletic motion, bringing my throat and therefore me with him. I stumbled and struggled, and for a few seconds I was hanging in the air by my throat, my 140 pound frame swinging. I chocked and stumbled, my hands grabbing round the man’s big arms, and quickly regained my footing. The stranger spun me around like a toy and I was eye level with a powerful chest. Those caulloused hands, one of them greasy with the Crisco dripping from my ass, roughly lifted my face to look him directly in the eye. “This is your Daddy Bill,” Mark said, puffing on yet another cigarette. I glanced over at him, he was stroking his meat, apparently having enjoyed the little show Bill had just performed with me. As I turned my attention away from Bill, he grabbed my face roughly and turned it back to him, moving my lips upward where he delivered a crushing kiss. His tongue entered my mouth, his body so much bigger than mine that it felt like even his tongue was stretching my mouth, molding my body to accommodate him. I had no choice but to wrap my arms around the big man, as he kissed me, fucking me with his tongue, with one hand he held my face and the other was already roaming my body, squeezing my back and waist, stroking my butt, his big calloused fingers dipping into my gaping hole. I could feel the man was solid, much taller than me (maybe 6’3”?), and his body felt great. I had already felt that he had pretty big arms, when my hands would barely fit around them as I held on for dear life as he powerfully pulled me into a standing position. Now I felt the hard flat stomach, the powerful legs, and what felt like a very hard, muscular ass. Abruptly the make out session ended, as without a hint of effort Daddy Bill put a hand on each shoulder, forcing me to kneel in front of him. As I did so, I was face to face with his cock. A powerful scent of precum drifted from his cock to me, drawing me in and I began to lean in but Bill stopped me, pulling my face up towards him and I got my first real look at him. P Bill was a handsome man. He was very tall, powerful arms, flat stomach, and his legs were as big as they had felt. Probably in his late 30s, he had reddish brown hair worn a little long, almost as a mullet, and white skin. His arms and neckline were tan, but the rest of his skin was pale, slightly reddish in color. His face was square and handsome, the deep voice hinting at a Maryland accent. “Your Daddy Mark here has told me all about you, boy,” Bill said, his voice roughening into the growl of an apex predator, “I know he’s been training you rough and deep, and he thought I’d enjoy spending this Saturday night with you both. Would you like me and your daddy to work you over boy?” Did I want that? Fuck yes I wanted that! To answer him, I just opened my mouth and leaned into take Bill’s big beautiful cock in my mouth, drawn in by the musky smell that was driving me wild. My world exploded in pain before I closed half the distance to his cock, as one of his big hands wrapped around my throat, and the other delivered a brutal slap across my face. Using just his thumb, he moved my face so I was looking up into his deep brown eyes. “My boys answer me right away when I ask them a question, is that clear?” Stunned, in pain, and seeing stars, it took me a second to realize that this was a question too. The sight of his big hand in what remained of my peripheral vision about to deliver another slap that finally woke my brain up. “Yes, that’s clear,” I managed. Still holding me by my neck, Daddy Bill firmly said, “And my boys always address me as sir or Daddy, so yes, what, baby boy? “Yes, daddy, that’s clear,” I answered. Using just that one hand around my throat, Daddy Bill pushed me down so my face was directly under his cock, looking up. My eyes filled with the thing that had become the object of my deepest desire the minute I saw it—Daddy Bill had a very big, very beautiful, cock. He was one of those relatively pale-skinned men whose cock and balls are darker than the rest of their body. In high school there had been a boy with jet black hair and white skin whose cock and balls were much darker, a light blue-black that matched his hair nearly perfectly. Daddy Bill’s probably Irish or Scottish ancestry and his slightly ruddy complexion meant his cock as a dark reddish pink. His balls hung low, the size of extra large eggs. Perfectly oval, I wasn’t really attracted to balls, but right now, the way this man was taking charge of me, all I wanted in the world was to bathe those big balls in my mouth for hours. Bill was a tall man with big hands and big feet, naturally broad shoulders and was the kind of man who was immediately muscular the minute he reached puberty. I later learned he was from Hagerstown, MD, played some high school football, and did a stint in the Marines. Serving in the Marines while closeted had given him some pretty specific issues that he liked to work out through kinky sex, especially on willing twinks with a taste for big cock and dark desires. Bill was like a new drug for me with his confident masculinity, muscular body, and dominant way of treating me. I was surrounded by beautiful gay men every day of my life in those days. But they were nearly uniformly version of my boyfriend—privileged boys from comfortable upper class backgrounds who were successful in life because their parents were successes—or like me and Daddy Mark—small town boys from rural backgrounds who excelled at life because we needed to get away from the suffocating religious and social pressure of small town life. And his body was different, too. My body was taut, my muscle tone forged from a lot of aerobics. I had just started to try to build muscle so I would fit in at the dance parties and so I could pull hotter men at the bath houses I had only just discovered. But I was still very much a skinny twink (and lucky for me, Daddy Bill loved twinks). But me and all the other gay men I knew sculpted our bodies at the gym. Working first one muscle group and then the other, we built our bodies artificially, because our day jobs only used our minds. Bill may have gone to the gym—I am sure he probably did when he played football and when he was in the marines—but his body was hot now as the result of work he did ever day delivering for a local liquor distributor. Those powerful arms that could pick me up in one motion by the throat—those were powerful from loading and unloading kegs of beer all day. That big chest that so excited me when I was pressed against it—it was big because he lifted crates of hard liquor every day. Likewise those powerful legs, that muscle ass, and that hard, flat stomach were all the result of spending hours using his leg, core and glutes to lift in his job. But the big hands, the big feet, and the big cock that was increasingly become the center of my universe? That was just a gift from God. After letting me taste his precum, Bill used one of his big thumbs to open my mouth. His cock hung low, brushing my lips. He hung about six inches, semi hard like now But soon it would grow to a solid 9.5 inches of rock hard white muscle cock, almost as thick as my wrist. I would get to know that cock very well over the next 24 hours. But for now, I was still to be denied his cock. After lightly brushing the big head around my wide open lips, smearing his precum, Daddy Bill reached down with both hands, hooking me under the arms and bringing me upright to stand in front of him. Over my shoulder I heard Daddy Mark say, “Bill, come relax in this chair so my boy can serve you.” As Daddy Bill turned me around, Mark got up from his chair and stood next to both Bill and me. “Glad you could join us Bill,” Daddy Mark said with a glint in his eye, “I think we can say that as I suspected, my boy really likes you.” Bill pressed me back against his chest, and leaned in to give Mark a light kiss. “Well. I guess it’s lucky for him your boy he likes me,” Bill said darkly, that huge hand squeezing my throat again, “But it wouldn’t matter either way to me. If he didn’t, we would just bring him in line like we did the last boy.” I shivered, rubbing my ass back against Bill’s hardening cock. Mark leaned in to my ear, and in a deathly serious whisper said, “Bill here is gonna make you hurt, make you hurt bad, and then we are both going to fuck you so deep. But a little slut like you will love it, won’t you cunt?” I looked into his eyes, black from the lines of Tina I vaguely heard him doing in the few minutes I had been focused on Daddy Bill. I shivered again, I was afraid. Mark had already taken me places I didn’t know I could go. I trusted him to push me but also keep me from permanent harm. Trusting him had freed me several times just tonight, so I looked him in the eyes, and said, “Yes, Daddy, please, give it to me.” In a few minutes I was on my knees, Daddy Bill lounging in the comfortable chair in front of me, Daddy Mark behind me with a small arsenal of ass toys and a big tub of Crisco.

Never refused a load in my life.

Part 3 Knowing that me and Chad would be meeting up tonight I hadn't cum for a little over a week. So when I emptied my balls down my little brother's throat within minutes of him walking into the hotel room, he got a huge thick load of his big bro's cum. He hummed in satisfaction as I bucked my hips against his face and fed him rope after rope after rope of the DNA we shared. He swallowed and gulped down every single drop of that first load of the night. Just like he had done four years earlier when he had milked his first load ever from my cock. Once we were both sure that he had gotten everything my nuts contained we quickly got naked and moved to the bed, making out passionately. The sexy fucker had swallowed every bit of my jizz but I was still able to taste my seed on his lips and tongue as we explored each other's mouths. It kept me hard and horned up knowing that I was tasting my own juices in his mouth. The same way we would both always taste our own load when we ate each other out after fucking and breeding each other! We both loved sucking our own cum out of the hole we had just cum in! I knew I'd always remember the time that my little brother had introduced me to the erotic pleasure of eating my own cum from his ass. It was the same night I had first fucked his ass (or any ass for that matter since his was my first). It was barely three months after his high school graduation party we had had together. We had hooked up a number of times since that night always enjoying oral play with each other. (Yeah, it didn't take long after Chad sucked me off that first time before he had convinced me to suck his teen-aged cock. I quickly became an eager cocksucker for him! hehe) But we hadn't done anything besides oral until 3 months later. We were naked and high on weed and booze at our parents' house. They were gone for a couple of days and Chad had the whole place to himself. We couldn't wait to have some wicked fun in their house, knowing how twisted and “wrong” it would be. We had just finished off our second joint and Chad was stretching his throat once again with my hard thick cock. He pulled his lips off and began stroking the spit-slick flesh with his fist. Looking up at me from between my legs he said, “Damn big bro your cock is so fucking big! I love it.” “Yeah little brother?,” I'd answered. “You like your big bro's fat cock don't you? You like it buried in your throat, huh?” “Hell yeah I do!”, he said. Then after a quick pause he said in a lusty seductive voice, “I can imagine how good it feels to Jess when her cunt is getting stretched wide with it,” and he smirked as he licked up a drop of precum from the wide piss-slit. I gave him a crooked smile and said, “Are you jealous, little brother?” “Yes!”, he answered immediately. “I want to feel what your wife feels, Lance. Fuck me, big bro! Slide your married dick inside your little brother's ass and fuck me until you cum in me!” I couldn't find my voice right away. This came from nowhere. We had never talked about doing anything more than oral. But my throbbing cock in his hand and the hunger on my face gave him and me the answer. I was too high and horny at that moment to think whether I could or should do it. Nothing was going to be able to stop me from fucking my own little brother...in our parents' house.....with my married dick! With me still laying on my back like I was when he'd been sucking me, Chad quickly moved from kneeling between my legs to straddling my waist. His weed-glazed eyes were filled with a look of wild need as he ran his hands across my hairy abs and up to my furry pecs. He lightly flicked both of my nips causing a low moan to escape my lips. “Tell me, big bro. Tell me what you want to do with your little brother. What you want to do TO him.” Letting myself give in to the sensual thoughts spilling into my head I began stroking his hard 7.5” cock and said, “What you just asked me to do little bro. I'm gonna give you what you want.” He slightly adjusted himself on me so that my slick cockhead moved into his asscrack. “Say it, Lance,” he answered. “I want to hear you say it big bro. Say the words you fucking stud!” He moved one hand behind him grabbing my cock and pushing it harder into the crevice of his muscled jock butt. “I'm gonna fuck you, little brother!”, looking at the readiness all over his face. “I'm going to bury every damn inch of my fat brother-cock inside your per*vy hole and fuck you until you scream. I'm gonna fuck the cum out of your dick and fuck my cum deep inside you!” Chad whispered, “Please!” then guided my cock to his hairless pucker and started sliding down the shaft, greedy to be filled with his big brother's raw flesh. (to be continued)

I started out at home stretching my hole with my butt plugs. I take an edible and pull out my poppers. After about an hour of stretching I can finally get my biggest one in all the way which is a new accomplishment for me. My goal to being able to take endless dick is coming closer and closer. I put on my jock and head to steam works. I’m pissed cause the line is crazy crazy long. I wait in line for about 45 mins and while I am in line some older guy keeps looking at me and undressing me with his eye. At one point he gives me a very specific cruising look that I choose to ignore because we are still in line. I keep standing in line only to get put on a waitlist for a room and I head to my locker. I get undressed and head to the back where the glory hole maze is. It’s very busy. I walk around making eye with everyone until the same older gentleman from the line sees me..clearly this guy is into me. Good thing for him I let anyone blow their load in me who wants to. If we weren’t at steam works this guy would never stand a chance normally. Clearly he’s pining for me and I’m gonna give him what he wants. I get into a booth alone and get on my knees and see him frantically enter the booth next to me pushing others out of the way. He puts his dick through and it’s a decent size. I begin sucking it and slurping moving my tongue all around his head as he thrust through the hole into my mouth. I turn around and press my hole onto his dick until he’s fully inside of me. He starts to thrust very enthusiastically. I take some hits of poppers and lean forward on the wall in front of me while his strange man uses my hole for his liking. Eventually he stops. I hear a knock on my door and it’s him. I guess the glory hole wasn’t enough and he wants to come in. Normally I hate sharing a booth but I had to let this guy cum at this point. I let him in and he starts fucking me thrusting harder and harder while kissing my neck and keeps telling me how handsome I am. This is turning me on that I turn around and start sucking him and then I let him fuck me.. I switch from ass to mouth a few more times and he’s loving it.. finally he’s ready to nut and he fucks me so hard that it starts to hurt a little so I take some hits and I am back to my piggy self. He blows his loads thanks me and leaves. I stay in the booth and see another dick poking through the hole. I begin to suck it. After a while I sit in it and this guy thrusts for few minutes. Then I feel him exit my hole. I’m pissed.. I look through the hole and see he put his dick on the other hole in the wall and is thrusting.. I put my hole up against the hole in the wall and hope he’ll come back for me. He does, at this point it’s clear he’s fucking me and another guy in another booth. But I get the load. i exit the booth and walk around and sit on a bench because the edible is starting to hit.. the way I am sitting puts me eye level with people’s crotches and some fat old man puts his dick in my face. I oblige and begin to suck it he blows his load without warning in my mouth and I am annoyed because I wanted it in my hole. He leaves and this encourages other guys to his place and i suck some guys dick who I don’t even remember. I bend over the bench and stick my hole in the air and he pushes into me. He starts pounding, another guy gets in front and I start sucking him off. I’m in heaven.. I take more and more hits until I’m spinning out. Not sure if the guy fucking me cums but he leaves and another guy takes his place. this guy is fucking me hard but his dick is small so I am Chillen bent over the bench completely disassociated with things around me. This guys makes a noice like he cums but not sure if he does. I am spinning out so I decide to leave and cruise the rooms. I see a bald big belly daddy jerking and I stand in his door and he motions for me to enter.. I get on his bed laying on my back and spread my legs. I take another big hit.. he starts pounding and I black out. When I come to I wake up to the same guy just pounding me. He thrusts a little longer until he cums I leave feeling weird about being fucked without being conscious about it.. until I realize how hot it was. I walk around trying to cool down and I see that my room is ready so I head to the front desk and I get a large room. I lay on my bed in my room with my legs spread in the air while I lay on my back. Some guy stares in the hallway and I lotion for him to enter.. he does and I suck him until I’m ready for cock. I take a hit of poppers and he enter me and starts pounding me. I am desperate to recreate the feeling I just had and keep taking hits of poppers. The combination of edibles and poppers makes me feel so loopy and slutty. Finally I am so out of it that I am not even aware that I am being fucked in a sex club. My mind is else where as I stare at the mirror in the ceiling at me being fucked by this random ugly guy. He fucks me hard that I am moving up and down in the mirror and I am super disassociated watching myself beign fucked. He says something I don’t quite make out and say “what?” He goes “I said I’m gonna breed you” then blows is load in my sloppy sloppy hole. He leaves and the fact that I am so high and being fucked and used while being totally out of it really turns me on. this feelings is amazing, I take hit after hit in my room alone. And I open the door.. I black out. I wake to an Asian guy pounding me. At first I start to panick a bit because I have no clue where I am or if I ever even encouraged this man to come in my room. But this is what I wanted. He keeps thrusting and thrusting and I let myself go mentally and he is talking major dirty talk. He says “ god ur so hot” I smile and he pounds harder . He says “ how many loads do you have? “ I say “ no idea” he keeps pounding that I hear our skin clapping together against my wet hole. He cums. He leaves and I close my door. My hole is super super wet. No idea how long I was out for or show fucked me during.. I love it. I get some water and head to the back and bend over the bench and feel a guy enter me and I start sucking some other guys while being fucked. At this point I can barely feel anything because I am so wet and so loose and so out of it. This guys stops fucking me and is replaced by another.. not sure if either guys cum but when they leave I go back to my room. I lay with the door open stroking in a poppers haze. I see a black guy come in and his dick is probably the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.. it’s probably 11 inches long and as thick as a beer can. There’s no way I can take this, I think to myself. I tell him he’s too big and he says “ you took it fine last time, and now I’m ready to cum” wow, this guy already fucked me and I had no clue. I shrug and spread my legs and he enters me. He’s right, I have no problems taking it and it’s amazing. I take more and more hits of poppers while this guy pounds my mess of a hole. He finally cums and asks if I’m negative. I say “yeah and on prep” he says “cool thanks” and leaves. this experience made me so euphoric. My hole was wet and loose now and I have no clue how many loads I have in me. What I do know is that I can’t stop now. After taking this huge cock I feel like any dick after that will be easy. I notice a guy keeps walking by my door.. this guy is older and hair and ugly with a huge mustache and a belly.. finally he motions me to turn around.. he wants me face down ass up. I oblige but he doesn’t enter. I sigh and stay in the position. Then I hear someone come in. It’s probably him.. he pushes into me and I can hear him clapping my cheeks and hear the wetness sloshing around. He’s pounding me hard and it sounds like wet skin slapping together.. my hole is so used I genuinely feel nothing. I probably wouldn’t even know I am being fucked if it wasn’t for hearing the skin slapping. I stare in the mirror in front of me and see me bounce with every thrust.. he doesn’t like this and pushes my head down.. he comes finally with a super loud moan that actually scares me.. he says thanks and leaves. I decide I a ready to leave it’s like 3 am and I am falling asleep.. I am almost tempted to sleep with the door open hoping that someone will fuck me while I’m out. But not sure if this will violate any rules. I choose to leave but I wanna cum. I cruise the rooms and I see this young Mexican guy and he motions to come in his room. I suck his little dick and ask him to fuck me until i cum.. he wants me to ride him. I straddle him and as I spread my cheeks to sit on him a bunch a cum falls out of me onto his dick. I look at him to cause his reaction.. he says “fuck that’s hot” and forcefully enters me to the point that I am suprised it hurts. He shoved the loads in me and thrusts literally twice before cumming.. I laugh to myself because my goals was for me to cum not him.. I get off him and he says thanks and I go back to to my room.. luckily some Asian man is cruising me so I let him come in. I tell him I want to cum and if he wants to fuck he’s gonna have to be quick cause I am ready to go. He says” it takes me while but I can fuck you and after you cum I’ll go find someone else” I let him in he pounds me hard and my dick is soft flopping out of my jock. He removes me jock strap and continues to pound my nasty hole.. my dick starts to get hard hands free.. and cums starts to spill out of my cock but I don’t orgasm.. he stops and I tell him to keep going.. he listens and my cock does it again and I feel a very dull orgasm happening he stops and I demand him to continue. He’s pounding harder and harder and my body seems to be confused.. as if I came but also not super satisfied.. he scoops my own loads off my abs and uses it as lube and shoved it in. I am ready to cum. My cock is not super hard and as he pounds I start jerking.. I say “holy fuck holy fuck I am going to cum” he pounds harder and harder and I blow my load so high and it feels so intense intense up badly and moan and moan. This guy at this point really should slow down or stop but for some reason he goes harder and harder I am just about to demand him to stop until he groans and it’s clear that he’s breeding me too. my load shot so high it was in my hair and my stomach is glistening with lube and cum and I am a mess. The guys leaves and I get up to go shower.. I shower and while I am getting clean some guy starts cruising me but I ignore it.. there’s no way I can stay awake any longer. I am now clean and then realize I am full of loads. I head tot he toilet and push them out.. time to head back to the shower.. my hole is throbbing at this point.. I am sore and exhausted. I check out and Uber home and fall asleep. I wake up the next day and take it easy. At the end of the day after spending all day in bed I turn on some cum dump porn and fantasize about being him. I jerk off while I play with my hole until I cum. I love it

Hello, first I have to apologize in case the story is difficult to understand. I write the stories in German and have them translated by the Google translator, as I cannot speak or write and read English. Needless to say, this story is fictitious, as are people and places. The game got out of hand - Part 1 (introduction, not sexual) Every first Friday of the month our small group meets for a game night. Every now and then there are a few new faces, like on this Friday evening, which should change my life. But first I would like to introduce the regular cast of our small group: Frank is 32 years old, gay, very trained at 1.87 meters tall, he weighs 80 kilos. Simon is 40 years old, gay, rather lanky and 1.95 meters tall, he only weighs 72 kilos. He is also Frank's husband. Hussein is 22 years old, bisexual, bodybuilder type, and at 1.80 meters he weighs 86 kilos. Johannes is 25 years old, bisexual, of normal stature and weighs 73 kilos at 1.75 meters tall. Elias is 20 years old, gay, the typical twink, weighs 60 kilos and is 1.76 meters tall. Dominik is 36 years old, bisexual, of normal stature and weighs 70 kilos at 1.68 meters. I'm Benjamin, 21 years old, straight (I thought so far), I also have a normal stature at 1.72 meters, I bring 68 kilos with me. Usually my friend Amelie (24) and Dominik's friend Magdalena (30) are also there. However, this time the two girls could not take part for professional reasons, as there was an acute shortage of staff on the night shift in the hospital where they work. I only owe this evening game to my girlfriend (or better said now ex-girlfriend) Amelie, who found out through Magdalena that we had gone there. That said Friday evening there were three new faces brought by Hussein and Simon. Hussein brought Matteo, and Simon brought Vincent and Fabio. Matteo is a 19 year old twink, absolutely gay, weighs only 77 kilos at 1.99 meters tall. Vincent and Fabio are both 38 and twins, both are gay and at 1.75 meters tall and 70 kilos, they are more average. That evening we wanted to play the dice game 10000. The winner is whoever threw the 10,000 points together first. A 5 is 50 points, 3 fives with a throw are 500 points, these must still be confirmed by a 1 or 5. 4 fives with a throw are 5000 points, these must also be confirmed with a 1 or 5. A 1 is 100 points, 3 ones with a throw are 1000 points, and must also be confirmed with a 1 or 5. 3x the 2, 3, 4 or 6 with one throw means 200, 300, 400 or 600 points after confirmation by a 1 or 5. 4x the 2, 3, 4 or 6 with one throw means 2000, 3000, 4000 or 6000 points after confirmation. There are 6 dice in play, but a maximum of 2 dice may remain, but at least one die must remain for the game to be scored. After the rules were set, Matteo asked about the stakes per game, whereupon Frank explained to him that we would normally only play just for fun, i.e. without stakes. Matteo then said, however, that it would be more interesting if the person who had thrown the least number of points had to take off an item of clothing. As a little thrill by the way. My opinion was NO, as I had just lost a bet with my girlfriend two days ago and as a punishment I was only allowed to wear one item of clothing per body region. So I only had a t-shirt, Adidas sports pants and my Adidas shoes ... ...not more. Of course, I did not say that, but instead said that a vote was needed. No wonder, the only one who was against this additional rule was me, but I was also the last one who was allowed to vote, and since I already knew the result, I voted for the rule extension with a better conscience. Sequel follows...

Gloryhole Loads for My Boy Chapter 1. When we first met, we fucked safe. Even with a condom on, my boy would make me pull out to cum, in the rubber, just in case. He was downright prudish. I asked him what he was so afraid of, and he confessed that he fantasized about taking raw cock, even from POZ men. His fantasies scared him, but as he told me more, I kept getting more and more hard. After his confession didn’t scare me off, he started talking while I fucked him, begging for me to cum in him. He’d go so far to plead for me to breed his pussy. During a particularly hot session, I pulled out to catch my breath, and he ripped the condom off and guided my raw cock into his hole for the first time. It was so hot, I only lasted a few more strokes before filling him with my load. He just grinned at me. After that, we never used condoms again. I asked him if he liked taking loads, and he just sheepishly smiled. I told him that I’d be happy to cum in him whenever he’d let me. That kept us satisfied for a few weeks. I’d rail him and then ask where he wanted my load, and he’d beg for it, pushing me over the edge and cumming inside him. I never pulled out to cum on his hole and push it back in. He wanted cum deep inside. I regularly watched his hole cling to my dick as I pulled out. His hole would wink and then start to leak a trickle of my cum. The sight of his freshly bred hole kept me hard. My boy saw how excited his cummy hole made me, and he jerked me back to full hardness and guided me back into him. I loved watching my own cum squelch around my cock as I slid back and forth. He was loving how sloppy and slippery our fuck was. He gasped, ‘Yeah, use that cum. Lube your dick with that cum!’ That got me going and I came deeply inside. When I pulled out a second time, he fingered his hole and worked two fingers in. I jerked him off with one hand and added two fingers to his hole. He was more cummy and looser than he’d ever been before, and we both loved it. He came all over his chest and I gooped it up and pressed it into his open pussy. My boy looked up at me and asked if I thought less of him for being so slutty. I told him how much it turned me on to see his used fucked-out hole. He suggested we do this again in a few hours, and we did! I came twice, again, and he came once, and all three loads went into his ass. Followed by four slimy fingers. We repeated the feat every few days for the next few weeks. By that time, even with a cummy hole full of fingers, I could sense his cunt wanting more. After playing with his hole for a bit after a verbal naughty session, I reached into his bedside table, where I knew he kept a dildo. His hole was so gooey that I was able to slip it right in. My boy squealed with delight. He slid two fingers in alongside that rubber cock and I worked his dick until he shot again. We collapsed into a cummy sweaty mess and slept hard. To be continued... Note: This will be a six-chapter story. And yes, they're all written. It's filthy. I'll post a new chapter ever couple of days. This is dedicated to a certain piggy guy, who deserves a piggy man to help him on his journey. We all deserve that.

Part 6: not a bug chaser "I'm not a bug chaser", my guy screamed again; "I! Am! Not! A fucking BUG CHASER!" With a sudden movement, he abruptly closed my laptop where I was displaying a thread where a gifter asked suggestions for stopping his meds. "They're planning it as ladies plan a pregnancy", he said and I nodded. I had the med cabinet's key in my hand, standing in front of the antivirals' drawer. "It's up to you", I insisted; "I may open this cabinet and get my daily meds, or I could lock them here till you get pregnant!" "Pregnant", he repeated, watching my baby nephew's picture on the wall; "my wife wanted us to become parents but I refused! Kids are nice when they're at their own home". I high-fived him, we were in the same wavelength! Conversation went on about my family and his, for a while. Cabinet's key still in my hand; he was delaying the answer, it was clear, and my meds reminder started to ring from my phone. "Yes", he finally said; "yes, my love. I accept it all!" I wanted him to say it entirely, looking into my eyes: "I want it all", he continued and I started to playfully sing Queen song: I want it all, I want it now! We both love Freddie but this is still not the answer I really expected, so I took the first step: "I want to finally become a gifter, honey, I don't want to repress it any longer." He suddenly took the key from my hand, locked the cabinet and placed the key into the kitchen's drawer: "remember where you stored it", I reminded him; "as I have no intention to risk my life!" I read many fictions where guys flushed their meds, others even pissing or cumming on them before the final flush but I have never approved such things. I explained him how it worked, to empty last protection from my body it would have taken some weeks, and I caught my boy with a big smile. "Numbers don't lie", he said; "if the plan goes on as expected, I could be poz for Valentine's day!" How smart my guy was, I couldn't even think of it! But the coincidence was more than perfect. "I'm not a bug chaser", he whispered while he moved behind me; in few minutes I was bent over, hands on the meds cabinet, my ass too close to my boy's erect member. "But I want your HIV! Yours... Only..." One gentle thrust and his dick head popped into me; it hurt a bit, as he used just his spit and precum as lube. So, I held the cabinet tighter. "My very last neg load is for you, dirty slut", with these words he pushed hard in me, till he was balls deep. "I'm a real man", he screamed, "and real men have HIV!" He roughly fucked me for some more minutes, the sweet loving boyfriend left place to a horny, hungry beast; his hands firmly keeping my hips in place. "You deserve this", he panted spanking my ass hard; "you deserve my dirty load... Take my negativity!" With that, he released a torrent of cum inside me and I came hard shortly after, my last undetectable seed on the floor under us. I felt degraded for the first time when he made me lick all that blank seed from the floor. The last time I could say "undetectable untransmittable" for a couple months, at least. Hand in hand, I guided him silently on my bed, to enjoy our aftersex bliss in each other's arms. "Didn't want to degrade you", he excused himself; "but you're the first I can express my true self with! I'm 53 and knew almost nothing about sex..." "The best has yet to come", I smiled kissing him on his lips; "now let's take our journey easy." We cuddled each other in silence for some more minutes then, with him still entwined to me, I asked: "who are you, and what do you want! Say it now, or I go take my meds!" "Your very own bug chaser", he replied; "and I want your HIV! Just yours, sir." Good boy he was, and since them we've bred each other daily, me giving him at least a couple loads per day. I didn't want our colleagues to be suspicious though, so we got apart at least twice a week, for the next two months, but he always went at office with a huge buttplug inside.

I love taking loads in public, the more public the better and some of my fave places to get fucked are in alleys behind a dumpster, in public restroom stalls, or even better when men pull my naked ass out of the stall and fuck me right out in the open in front of the sinks, or getting gangbanged out in the wide open in parks, where the men will fuck me doggystyle on the ground in the dirt, or bent over a picnic table or get my naked ass up on the table on my back with my legs spread. I have even been fucked at the side of the road right downtown. I would love to be a public gangbang fucktoy, set up on a fuckbench right in front of the mall in Dundas square during Pride or somewhere busier with a sign that says FREE USE CUMDUMPSTER beside me and NO CONDOMS written on my back. men could leave tips in a bucket and loads in my sloppy pussy, with a bucket underneath to collect all the cum that drips out of me to pour back into me using a funnel. getting fucked by guys of all ages, races, looks, sizes, taking dozens and dozens of loads while I’m blindfolded and naked, being thoroughly used in the most public way, with tourists taking videos and pictures to post all over the internet and taking their turns using me. all while my father stands there watching, while my boyfriend sucks his big meaty cock, to get him ready to blow his load inside me when everyone else is finished using me.

A few of my favorites would be: HudsonnCorey, Brett Foxx, ChaosNY, IAmSirJet, and EddyCeeTee. They sure have some of the nicest asses around, and are talented at being the ultimate cum sluts! Who are some of favorites? 😉

Chaper 51: Pozzed Well it wasn't me, but the boy that we met at the campground with his Sir sent me a message saying that he had converted. He seemed so happy and I was happy for him. I knew deep in my heart, I wanted to be like him. He asked if I was still on Prep and I said yes. He said he'd love to blow his toxic load in me even though I was. We had made an amazing friendship at the campground and I was confident that after we got together again with my dad and his Sir, I would make my final decision. I suggested that the 4 of us get together at the campground again, and he said his Sir would contact my dad to set it up. My dad told mom that he had planned another bonding weekend, and this time it was an amusement park. Of course that was the "amusement park" at the campground! We met for friend and his Sir there, and his Sir suggested the boys take one cabin, and my dad and him take the other. My friend was smart and told his Sir that I was still on the fence about becoming poz, and he was confident that he could convince me to go off of it. We retreated to our cabins and immediately stripped and I began to hug and kiss my friend, congratulating him on becoming poz. He told me the conversion was tough with the fuck flu that lasted a week. He continued by saying his dad helped him through it though. I asked him how, and his dad constantly filled him with his seed. He said his dad was different now though. He wasn't just getting fucked, but his dad was making love to him during conversion. I told him that my dad had taught him the difference between the two, and I loved it both ways. My friend said his dad was still a pig though, as after he was over the fuck flu, his dad had another group session with his poz friends that were at his conversion party, plus a few more. Both of our cocks were rock hard now, and my friend said let's have sex. I agreed and he asked if I wanted him to fuck me, or make love to me? I said why not both? Our first session was a wild fuck fest with plenty of verbal poz talk. We didn't even have time to set up the sling, but we had sex throughout the cabin. My friend told me for this session, i was to refer to him as Sir and as such he would address me however he wished We fucked in the kitchen, over the counter and on the table. We fucked on the sofa and ended up in the bed. I suspected that we were moving around so that my friend could edge in me to make it a much longer session. There was nothing romantic about this round of sex, in fact the poz talk was even more intense than the role play my dad and I had. Once he had shot his toxic load in me, he plugged my ass, and we cuddled and kissed in the bed. His first words were my toxic seed will now grow in you, and you will be mine forever. These are the exact words I knew my dad would say when and if he converted me.

Part 4 As I sank deeper and deeper, inch by inch, into Chad's perfect wet tight 18 year old hole the feelings that took over my body and my mind were unlike anything I had ever experienced. I had no idea until that moment that my cock could feel the kind of rapturous pleasure it was getting. And it was coming in waves of tortuous ecstasy by having my cock in an ass instead of a pussy. And not just any ass – my fuckmeat was fully buried in my own little brother's jock ass! And it had gone balls-deep so easily. This was obviously not the first time my sexy horny little brother had taken cock in his hole. And he had taken it so eagerly and hungrily! My head clearing some, I found my voice and growled darkly, “Oh hot fucking DAMN, Chad!! Your ass..gawd it feels so fucking awesome! I can't believe how fucking great it feels! So tight and warm and wet! I had no idea it could feel so damn good!” Chad gazed into my eyes with a fevered look and his sexy-as-fuck smile covering his face. “Hell yeah big bro! It feels SO good to me too! I've wanted you to fuck me for so long. To stretch open my muscle ass with your fat hard cock. Your raw married cheating cock, big bro.” His filthy words unlocked something deep in my mind and subconscious, something I'd never really thought about before. Something that was about nothing but carnal sexual forbidden pleasure and satisfaction. The fact that it was something I shouldn't be doing just heightened my arousal and urges. I moved my hands to his thighs and began rubbing the smooth skin, feeling the tautness as he held himself still, fully impaled on my steel dick. “Yeah? Do you like feeling your big bro's married cock in your ass little bro? Does it turn you on to know that your brother is cheating on his wife for the first time and that I'm doing it with my own naughty little brother?” My cock throbbed deep inside his sweet ass as I heard myself talking this way. “Oh fuck yeah, big bro! I love it! I love that I'm helping my hung stud big bro cheat. And I can tell you're into it too, aren't you? You want to fuck me and breed me don't you, Lance? You don't want to stop do you?” He squeezed down tight on my cock with his ass muscles and erased all hesitation that I might have been feeling. But I wasn't feeling any. He was right....I wanted to fuck him and shoot my cum inside him. “No way do I want to stop, you nasty fucker. I'm gonna breed you and flood your hole with my babies!” “Yeah, big bro! Fill my ass up with your married baby batter. Incest fuck your own little brother! Please!” Hearing him use the word “incest” should have stopped me. Instead it added to the fiery darkness we were both surrendering to. The fucking began and we went on for over 2 hours before we took a break to catch our breath and drink more beer and smoke more weed. Chad's young ass was filled with 3 huge loads of his big brother's cum. We had stretched out on the bed, making out some, touching each other's body. I was stroking his almost fully hard cock and seeing the precum covering the head I ran my tongue across the slit tasting his juices. I had quickly come to love the taste of my little brother's cum since the first time I sucked his dick and swallowed his load. Licking my lips in an exaggerated way I gave him a playful look. “Your cum tastes so good little brother,” I'd said. “I'm always wanting to suck more out of you.” He flashed a not-so-innocent grin at me and said, “Yeah, big bro. You love eating cum as much as I do.” We both laughed. There was no denying that fact for either of us. His next words seemed to come out of nowhere. “Have you ever eaten your own cum?” I licked another offering of his teen-aged precum off his hardening dick. “Sure,” I answered. “Hasn't every guy?” We laughed again at that and Chad pulled me up so that our faces were only inches apart. “Did you like it, big bro? Cause you know how much I love your cum!” I ran my tongue across his lips and told him that it was okay. “You want some now?” he asked. High and buzzed I wasn't following his meaning and asked if he was saying he was ready to cum another load down my throat. “No, man. Not mine. I mean do you want to eat some of your own cum now.” Confused, I stared at him. “I'd rather taste yours little brother. Besides, I'm not ready just yet to get off again.” With a look in his eyes that told me he was up to something, Chad pulled away from our embrace and turned over on his stomach next to me. He looked over his shoulder at me and said, “You don't have to cum again yet. Eat it out of my hole. There's so much in there from your 3 loads.” I'm not sure what the expression on my face was when he said that but I hesitated, trying to process what he was saying. Eat his ass? I'd never eaten ass before and even as high and horned as I was it didn't sound like anything I'd want to do. He grinned at me in the short silence then reached his hands back and grabbed each of his meaty muscled asscheeks. Pulling them apart he showed me his smooth somewhat puffy asslips and pucker. I moaned softly. “C'mon, Lance,” Chad whispered in a sex-filled voice. “Eat your little brother's ass. Taste your own cum that you put there. If you don't like it, fine. But please big Bro, try it. I love a tongue on and in my hole and I especially want to feel yours.” He spread his cheeks wider and winked his hole at me. Unable to resist I moved into position behind him. With another slight hesitation I lowered my face to my little brother's ass – the ass that was filled with 3 thick loads of his big brother's incest cum – put my hands over his and stretched out my tongue tentatively. I heard Chad's moan of dark satisfaction as we both felt my tongue make contact with his fuckhole. I realized there was no dirty smell or taste and instinctively bore down a little harder with my tongue. “Oh fuck yesssss!”, Chad moaned. “That's it big bro. Eat my ass. Eat your own cum out of your little brother's butt. Tongue-fuck me bro!” It was as if another wall had crumbled in my mind as I tasted my little brother's hole and heard his filthy words of encouragement and need. I pushed harder against his twitching asslips and suddenly was aware of a warm slightly bitter taste. It was my own cum I was tasting! Fucking hot!! From that first taste one more thing was added to the list of the things I wanted to do with my little brother every chance I could. And laying on the bed now in the hotel room as we began celebrating his college graduation I knew I'd be eating more of my cum out of his hole tonight. And he'd be eating his out of mine too! (to be continued)

Chapter 40: Pitching Tents We got up early to go camping. As we were driving each of us pulled out our cocks and started fondling each other. We drove past the no tell motel, and I said dad you wanted my cock and ass so bad you passed the motel. Dad laughed and said he wanted his cock as bad as he wanted his, but he said he got a cabin for us at an all gay campground. I was super excited about it and asked dad to tell me about it. Dad said I was going to love it. He rented one of the deluxe cabins which has a sling in it. Dad continued to say its actually kinda two campgrounds in one. The front half is mainly just for nudist, however there is sex there at times, but its mostly in an area in back near the lake known as Fantasy land. I asked dad about it, but he said I'd have to see it to believe it. Dad said the front part had a general store, toy store, a pool and hot tub for soaking and swimming and a 24 hour restaurant called Stears and Queers. He said that it was the only place on property where clothing was required. He said we would grab breakfast there before getting naked and hitting the trails to see Fantasyland. They arrived at the campground, knowing that the cabin wouldn't be ready so they went for breakfast after dad placed a collar and leash around my neck, and then put on a huge padlock. The campground is cashless for the most part. When you check in you provide a credit card, and however much you want is put onto an rfid bracelet. What a great idea for a nudist camp. The restaurant was huge and lived up to its name with pictures of steers and gay guys mostly cowboys in tight jeans or chaps and then a few with gay guys in parades, circuit parties, etc. The menu was quite interesting too. Sir ordered the "Any cock will do" platter which gave you a list to choose 4 items from. I ordered the "Creamy Buns" a take on biscuits and gravy, and a side order of "Pigs in the Blanket" which was sausage links covered in gravy. Dad laughed and told me I'd be getting much more gravy this weekend! We finished our breakfast and wiped our faces with the napkins on the table that said cum rag on them. Dad said they used to have cloth ones, but everyone seemed to steal them, however you could still buy them in the gift shop, which they headed to next. The gift shop was connected to the general store. The store had general camping like foods, and accessories. The gift shop was a smaller sex shop with swimwear, cock rings, lube, poppers and a small collection of toys. A sign said for a better selection of sexual toys, visit our sister store, Holes and Poles in Fantasy land. We then headed to the car and strip. Dad asked me if i wanted to sun at the pool a bit, but there weren't many there, and he was more interested in the trails and Fantasyland. They put Bug spray on each other and headed to the trails.

Chapter 3 (How is it going? I don’t read it back to myself. I’d probably cringe and delete the whole thing. So sorry about grammatical errors or typos.) Sami moaned in boyish glee as mark tongued his virgin Arab hole. Mark couldn’t get enough of the flavour as he feverishly dug in. Grinding his month week old stubble all over his ass. Mark was expecting Sami to complain about the rough bristle like hairs, like all other virgin recruits do. So mark was ready to counter any complaint he had with his own carefully constructed explanatory answer. Other missionaries stick to the book of answers taught at the gifting university religiously. Mark however doesn’t. He likes going rogue as much as he likes going raw. But in his defence, he literally aced the class when he took it back in America. He was as passionate about gifting as he was about breathing. So the board of missionaries/recruiters had allowed him to have some creative liberties when it came to answers, cause I mean, the numbers don’t lie. Mark is the best gifted/ recruiter they have. Numbers somewhere in the triple figures. That’s another reason why he’s out here alone, and not in a pair with a partner like the others. Mark was going to answer before Sami asked the question. This way he’d settle his nerves if he had any. “Do you like…” mark answer was cut off by Sami’s guttural moan as he wrapped his legs around marks head and rode his face/beard as hard as he could. Sami learnt how to ride a horse when he was a child. The rare occasion he was left alone with the horses he’s thought it would be funny to ride the horse with his pants off. Bareback riding a stallion. The back and forth motion as he rode the stud coupled with the short hairs of its coat had given Sami an amazing sensation as it rubbed on his pre-pubescent nether region. That’s what riding Marks face felt like and he couldn’t get enough. He wanted to have that same feeling. Not just on the surface of his ass. But in his ass too. So he tried to grind harder. As if, grinding harder would allow marks face to bypass his skin to go deeper. To his satisfaction. He did get what he wanted. As he released mark from his prison like legs and allowed him to come out from underneath him, he could see on the tips of the hair on marks beard glistening spots of liquid. Mark went to kiss Sami. Which he accepted. His first ever kiss and it was with a White Man whose a lot older than him. He’s always thought that his first kiss would be to a woman his age who his parents had carefully selected on their wedding night. Mark teased Sami’s closed pouting lips with his tongue. Sami had no idea what to do so he kept his lips shut. Again he tried licking Sami’s lips. This time pushing in a little. Fighting to gain access to the small Egyptian boys mouth. Sami tried to ask Mark what he was supposed to do with it. But the moment he opened his lips, Marks hungry tongue invaded his mouth, bringing with it a whole bunch of ass flavoured saliva. Sami’s ass, in fact. In Sami’s mouth the two tongues were getting a feel for each other, sussing each other out. As if opponents who found themselves in a one on one on the battle field. Sami chuckled. He went to grab Marks hand in his and held it so that his 4 fingers were locked with marks 4 fingers and their thumbs out stretched. Mark got the hint. Then Mark got the Hint’s Hint. Sami wanted to play that game with their tongues. Mark nodded. And in their heads together they chanted. “ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, I declare a tongue war.” And their tongues went at it. A duel of tongues in Sami’s mouth which then migrated to Marks. And back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. With each migration came with it a wave of saliva. Moving in and out like the tide. Surprisingly Sami had won that game. Small, nimble and the energy of a child; He’d out played mark, whose tongue was out of stamina and exhausted. Sami’s tongue lay on marks. Pinning it down. He then started stroking the pinned tongue with his own. And like a stimulated cock Marks tongue was again hard and rejuvenated. And this time they went for a dance instead of a duel. The saliva that had been growing had now filled both of their mouths as they kissed. Cheeks bulging out to contain it. Their tongues however still danced. Like twins playing in their mothers womb. When it started to hurt, that’s when the dance was over. Both of them swallowed the half of the saliva that was in their mouths. And broke out of the kids. Mark was sweating. “Best kiss ever!!!.” Mark shouted like those teenage girls, he’d seen on the streets. But he meant it. He’s never kissed like that before. His cock throbbed and when he made a grab to stoke it he noticed that his foreskin was completely filled with either pre-cum or cum. Whatever it was it was not translucent but opaque. Kind of like cum. Had he cum from just a kiss. He’s heard of incles that cum just from a touch or a kiss. But that was a Reddit myth. Mark used his index finger and thumb to grab at the liquid and Brant it towards Sami’s face. An unbroken string of pre-cum/cum made its way from his cock head towards Sami’s waiting mouth. Tongue out waiting to be coated with the virulent liquid. Once it touched his tongue, he paused. For a second, analysing the taste before he slurped up the rest. And like that one scene from the fox and the hound, he kept going until he was at the source of that liquid. And he opened his mouth to accept marks engrossed member. His tongue getting stuck in the foreskin and lightly circling around the cock head. Causing mark to jerk in sensitivity. Another spurt of the pre-cum made its way to the top of his cock head. He was about to cum. He didn’t want to cum. He’s had a rule that he only cums inside a hole. Preferably bloody. Increases his chances. So he yanked a confused Sami off of his cock and had him face to face. Looking into his eyes. They were both high as fuck. Sami then seeing the wetness of marks beard went forward to lick it off. “Weird” he thought. This doesn’t taste like the other liquids. He had a metallic taste in his mouth. Mark seeing this touched his beard and stuck the finger in his mouth also noting the metallic taste to which he laughed. “Turn around. Let me see your ass.” Marks gruff voice commanded Sami who promptly turned and stuck his virgin ass outwards. Mark took a good look. “So that’s where the blood came from.” Mark said to himself. The rough stubble of his beard had worked like sandpaper when Sami went horse-riding on his face. He Uber up his finger with his Pre-cum and rubbed it around the ring of Sami’s ass. Making sure to get some in the still red welt like wounds on it. He took another finger full of pre-cum and then cupped his hands under his own ass and pushed out a glob of toxic Cum from the morning prayer and probed Sami’s hole. Man this was driving Mark crazy. What was happening. Before he could get the finger fully into Sami’s ass. The timer for 3 hours went. And with it he could hear banging on the front door. “Not good.” Mark said. “Get dressed. We’ll carry on another time.” He said to Sami. Who hurriedly got dressed. Mark threw him a wet towel which he used to make himself as presentable as he could. Mark reached into a drawer and pulled out a binder, a pre-medical test/ questionnaire. Must of been a hundred pages of questions. This one was pre-filled and pre-marked and scored a 99%. He handed it to Sami. “If anyone asks what you were doing for the past 3 hours, Show them this.” he grinned at the teenage boy. An evil glint flashed in Marks eyes for a second as he had a lightbulb idea. “Come, underneath my desk.” Sami tried to complain but he knew it was futile so he complied. He went underneath and, he came eye to eye with Marks still engorged penis. He started sucking on it when he heard an audible click, and then the door handle turning. Then he heard 6 feet walk across the wooden flooring towards the desk. He was shocked. He tried to get his mouth off of Marks cock but mark held him there with one hand. While he was jotting down something else with the other. “Where the fuck is Sami, you white pervert monster.” His eldest cousin shouted. Sami was shaking whilst sucking on Marks cock. Mark forced the whole length of his cock down Sami’s throat. All 9.5 inches of it. The vibration of Sami’s head on his cock too much for mark to handle thickened up and with a pump of his balls, the first shot of cum, was like a javelin thrown out of his cock. The pressure it had hit the back of Sami’s throat with had moved Sami halfway up marks cock. The second and third shot had also come out like a 100m sprinter pushing off to start. And with those three shots Sami was pushed off marks cock. His mouth completely full of cum, Sami tried to quietly swallow. As not to be found out. At least mark had helped him out with the sound. As he was expected to speak an answer to Sami’s cousin. “I swear to god I will kill you right now if you don’t answer my question. Where is Sami.” Sami’s cousin said repeatedly. “Sami….. unfghh…. Left….unghhs… a while…. Ugfhsn… ago through the…. Unghh… back door. When he finished….. (breath in) test.” Mar said managing to get a couple words in between each spurt of cum. “I’m surprised you didn’t see him.” He added this time a bit more composed. “you better not be lying, white devil.” The cousin said before running out the back door, followed in tow by the two other cousins. When they were gone mark reached down under the desk and pulled out a fully glazed Sami. His brown skin shining gold in the light of the setting sun… He laughed a hearty laugh which Sami joined in with. A few of the drops flying off his face. Caught by mark who then began scraping the cum from his face and feeding it to Sami who greedily devoured it. He’d then cleaned him with his tongue. Like a newborn kitten getting a tongue bath by its mother. “Here let daddy give his cub a tongue bath.” Mark cooed. Once clean, he had Sami dot down his address and the he sent Sami on his way.

Another top man’s cum

Chapter 4 - Breeding Zone Brian quickly closed his laptop. He was stunned. Sitting naked on his bed with his hard dick in his hand, he felt like his heart had dropped out of his body for an instant. He had been simultaneously so excited, aroused, and nervous about the prospect of hooking up that his heart was pounding. That quickly gave way to a mix of confusion, disappointment, and a faint hint of lust that he didn’t quite understand. Even with his laptop closed, Brian found himself continuing to stroke his cock, now lying in his bed in the dark. He couldn’t stop himself from going where his horny mind seemed determined to take him, and he began to imagine Adam’s mature, experienced body on top of him, his cock pushing on his virgin asshole, awaiting an invitation to enter. Brian allowed the vision to continue, imagining his ass being opened for the first time as Adam’s cock slid inside of him. He wouldn’t admit to himself that Adam being HIV-positive was somehow making the scene even more erotic, but he recognized, at some level, that there was something different going on in his mind now. The fictional Adam only had to slide his cock balls deep in to his ass once for Brian to lose it and spray a huge burst of cum all over his smooth chest. He flinched as some made it all the way up to his cheek. He took a deep breath as he let his cock fall and rest against his stomach. Brian had trouble getting to sleep that night. His emotions were all over the place. It was clear now that he wanted sex… real sex. This was the closest he had ever come; actually talking to someone who lived close by, beginning to make plans. It was a big step for him. He felt scared and liberated; disappointed that Adam was poz, but also disappointed he couldn’t have him. At least he was sure now that he had to make this happen. He had to find a man and lose his virginity, soon. That night, though, he eventually got to sleep. The fog in his mind continued for the next couple of days. He was in a mood that he couldn’t pinpoint. Frustrated, annoyed, mad at everyone, quick to snipe at his friends at school. It was pretty normal teenage behavior really, but the cause of it wasn’t. Eventually, a couple nights later, Brian again found himself in his dark bedroom with his laptop open to a private browser, ready to rub out another load before trying to fall asleep. He opened Google and found himself typing the first thing that crossed his mind, before he had a chance to contemplate it too much: “getting fucked by a poz guy”. That was the beginning of a wormhole that would consume Brian for a week. He read about HIV, treatments and prevention, chances of transmission. The whole nine yards of “educational” information. But he also found some things on the internet he didn’t expect. He encountered the word “bug-chaser” for the first time, and learned that there were actually guys who intentionally got themselves infected. He stumbled on to some homemade porn videos where guys were actually moaning “fuck me with your poz dick” as they were getting fucked bareback. Brian was confused, but he was hard the whole time. Then, he came across Breeding Zone. He was nervous about even being on the site, let alone jerking off to it. But he couldn’t stop. Over the next few nights, he spent hours reading. At first, it was the pozzing stories in the backroom. Then, he read the threads of guys recounting their recent adventures. His dick wasn’t soft for a moment of it. He could feel the nerves that wouldn’t go away, but those nerves also made it the most erotic jerking off he’d ever done. He blew some of the biggest loads of his life when he’d finish reading a story about a daddy stealthing a college boy or a chaser begging to get knocked up. He couldn’t quite understand why this made him so horny, but there was no denying how it was making him feel. On Friday, when Brian got home from school, he was feeling even more pissed off and dejected than he had been these past few weeks. He had failed a big chemistry test. Studying had been harder as of late, he was too distracted all the time. The red “F” on the page was not something Brian had seen many times in his life, and his anxiety sent him spiraling. What if this sunk his chance of getting in to his dream school? Was he not as smart as he thought he was? It was the definition of an overeaction, but it had him shaken. Luckily, he had the house to himself, as the family was away at a band competition that weekend. His little brother was competing, but Brian had stayed home to not miss school. Feeling rebellious, he snuck a couple shots of vodka from the liquor shelf and headed to bed early, fully intending to take his time with a nice long jerking session. After the shots started kicking in, giving him a slight buzz, he was feeling angry and impulsive, and he picked up his phone. He found Adam’s number and quickly wrote out a text “Hey Adam it’s Brian, we chatted a couple weeks ago. Sorry I left abruptly. Still interested in meeting up?” Before he could think better of it, he hit sent. And to his surprise, he didn’t regret it. He was feaaling a little uneasy still, but he genuinely did hope Adam would respond, even if he thought it was unlikely. An hour later, he got a reply: “Hey man. Figured I scared you off.” “Yeah, kind of. But I’m back.” “And you still want to hook up?” “Yes” “You sure?” “Very sure” “Feels like you freaked when I told you I’m poz” “I did, but I’m back. I want your poz cock Adam” Brian couldn’t believe he had written that, let alone sent it. It was cathartic. It was basically the biggest FU he could give to his life at the moment, and he was all for it. “FUCK boy, I hope you mean that.” “I do.” “What changed your mind?” “Read a bunch of stuff online. Figured out its unlikely to transmit these days with meds and even if it does its not a death sentence.” “That’s true” “Good, cause I’m not trying to get pozzed necessarily, I just really want to get fucked and now I think it would make it even hotter.” “Well then Brian, my cock’s waiting, when you want to come over?” “How about tonight?” “Really? Someone’s antsy haha. I’m home alone, want to join me?” “Yeah my parents are gone so I can stay as long as you want” “Perfect, we’ll see how it goes but I won’t be surprised if you’re in my arms when the sun rises.” “Fuck Adam, you say the hottest shit haha” “Alright, my address is 1 Main St. When will you be here?” “Give me an hour and I’ll be there” Brian sat on the edge of his bed for what seemed like a year, but it was only about five minutes. He still wasn’t sure about this. He was horny and desparate, but this felt crazy. Driving to an older man’s house that you don’t know to let him fuck you? Plus he’s poz!? But, he was 18, and his teenage cock was hardening even as he questioned the wisdom of what he was about to do. Then, he took a deep breath, decided to stop thinking, hopped off his bed, and went to his closet. He pulled his trusty tan cargo shorts up over his dark blue boxers, threw on a faded red Coke graphic tee, put on his no-show socks and laced up his gray and orange Nike running shoes. He grabbed his keys, his wallet, and his phone, and headed out, looking like any other nondescript skinny straight boy. He didn’t know how to live gay yet, but he was about to take a big first step.