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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!

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)

Chapter 3 I spent the next week thinking about Joel and the invitation from my former high school. I had called Linda back the next morning to formally accept the invitation, but Joel's voicemail kept replaying in my head. Better that than the dream, I guess. Memories of Joel occupied most of my thoughts on the drive out for Spartan Trifecta weekend. Joel and I go way back. He and I attended school together from kindergarten through graduation. K-12 all in one building. Average graduating class from the high school was about 65 people. This school was tiny. Despite the tiny size of the student body, Joel and I barely knew each other until middle school when I started working for Joel's parents. They owned one of the largest tree farms in the midwest and would hire out extra workers during peak seasons. Labor laws allowed kids as young as 13 to work in agriculture. Pretty sure those laws weren't intended for work involving axes and saws, but loopholes are loopholes. That job paid for my first summer theater camp, which eventually led to my nickname. Junior year, the camp production found me center stage, shirtless, and wearing a viking helmet. Joel had come to see me in the show. He sought me out backstage in the dressing area after the show. "You looked like some kind of viking Hercules up there, man," he said after. "Everyone in that audience is probably scarred for the rest of their lives having seen me shirtless," I countered. "Blinded, too. I'm incandescent up there with the stage lights on me." "Dude..." he started, trying to pull me to the mirror, which was comedically futile. "You really have no idea how good you looked up there, do you?" While I still had one good growth spurt left in me, at the time I was 6'4" and about 235 pounds. Work on the tree farm was very physical, so I had decent bulk to go with my height. I felt like I was more chub than muscle at this point. In contrast, Joel was about 5'5" and maybe 120 during a bulk. He kind of looked like a child trying to push his dad on the swings. I got up and let him take me over to the dressing mirror. He was right, I did look pretty damn good. While there was a little bit of pudge still to go, there was no mistaking the sheets of muscle that ran beneath. I already had a decent amount of dark auburn body hair, and I could have grown a beard if my mom didn't insist I shave every couple days. I put the helmet back on. "Viking Hercules, you say?" I asked sarcastically, a goofy grin spreading across my face. "Yeah, but that's too long. How about V-H for short?" He quipped. We both laughed. The daydream faded as I pulled my subaru into the parking lot of the compound of cabins that would be my home for the next 3 days. I got my key from the attendant and surveyed the parking lot. No one else from my training group was here yet. I threw my duffle on the end of one of the beds in my cabin and headed back out. Maybe the training course would take my mind off things. In a way, I was right. On the training course, I met Scott, future-DILF. He was average height - about 5'10", but from 6'8" everyone looks about 5'10" - and about 230 pounds of fresh-from-the-gym muscle and too much beer and pizza. He had dark blond hair and blue eyes. He stared at me on every obstacle on the training course. Especially after I took my shirt off after the dunk wall and my soaked shorts were clinging to my obscene bulge. Compression shorts my ass. After finishing the course, I doubled back toward the start of the course and met Scott as he was finishing the course. As I walked past him toward the cabins, I grabbed my bulge and nodded. He turned tail and followed me without a word. Good to know my cruising instincts still worked. I led him into my cabin. His tongue was in my mouth before I even got the door closed. He was a good kisser, but I had other goals. His hands found my bulge, rapidly hardening in my compression shorts. I pushed him to his knees and pulled the waistband of my shorts down as he went. His tongue found my balls, slightly musky from the course. His eager mouth struggled with my cock at semi-hard. This was going to be fun. He hesitated as my cock reached full hardness. I clamped a hand around the back of his head and forced my length into his throat. I could feel his throat convulse as he gagged. God I love that feeling of panic. I pulled my dick out of his throat. Tears streamed from his eyes as he coughed and tried to catch his breath. "Relax your fucking throat," I growled, shoving the length of my uncut cock back in his mouth. I felt teeth and abruptly pulled back out, clapping him on the side of his head - harder than was probably necessary, but I wanted to ensure he got the message. "And watch your teeth." We attempted a few more times, each ending with him gagging and panting for air. He was beginning to look a little unsteady on his knees. I hauled him off his knees and shoved him over onto the bed. He flopped on the bed, nearly delirious. I fished through my duffle for my poppers. I uncapped them and shoved them under his nose and watched the haze roll over his eyes. I positioned him on his back with his head hung over the bed. I took a generous hit of poppers for myself. All thoughts faded except using his holes to get off. I plunged my dick back into his throat and started fucking it in earnest. Through his popper-induced stupor, he gave no resistance and his throat stretched to welcome my girth with every thrust. Now this was more like it. I pulled out, a generous coat of spit on my cock. His initial popper fog was starting to lift. "Turn over. Ass up," I commanded. He did as he was told and I tossed the poppers to him. "You're probably going to want some more of those" I rummaged through my duffle for lube. "I'm poz. Undetectable. I don't do rubbers." I left no room for discussion. I took him reaching back to spread his cheeks as consent enough. He muttered something about PrEP. I hadn't really noticed, but he had a generous coat of dark blond fur over most of his body, including his ass and around his hole. I slathered a generous amount of lube into his hole. I took another hit of poppers. The head of my prick found his furry hole. I pressed the head of my dick into his guts without ceremony, stopping only when my head met resistance deeper in his hole. He didn't flinch from my dick. Either the poppers were really doing their job or he was a very well-worn bottom. Whichever, his hole felt great. I pressed into him until the head of my dick met resistance deeper inside. I fucked the first few inches of his guts deliberately - pressing against his second sphincter with every deep thrust. At some point he must have hit the poppers again because he pushed back into one deep thrust. The sound he made as the rest of my dick sank into him was best described as a howl. my pelvis rested comfortably against his bubble ass and he immediately began trying to come off of my cock. I grabbed his right arm and leveraged him down on the bed, pinning him; my dick still deep inside. I could feel him squirm beneath me, whimpering as his intestines struggled to make friendly with their new invader. When the squirming stopped, I resumed thrusting into him. God he had a great hole. I could feel the cum beginning to brew in my balls. Deep penetrating thrusts mixed with quicker, harder thrusts as his body was dribbled against the cheap mattress springs. His howls had long since turned into moans. I released the armbar pinning him to the bed and pulled him up to his knees. In doggy style, the rhythmic slap of our bodies joined his moans. I was nearly certain our sexual symphony could be heard by at least the neighboring cabins. I pulled out of him again and rolled him over. Throwing his legs back and exposing his furry hole. I wanted to see the look on his face as I filled him with my seed. I sank my hardness back into his guts. We both hit the poppers one more time as I took up a steady rhythm in his hole. His own cock was average, but rock hard. It pointed straight up to his belly button and pulses of precum erupted from the tip every couple strokes. As my orgasm built, I pressed him into the bed, my hand at his throat. "You ready for my load?" "Fucking breed me!" He pleaded. I began to unload in his hole. The orgasm wracked my body, ejecting rope after rope of my DNA into his core. When the spasms finally stopped, I looked down to see that Scott's furry tummy was shot through with a couple modest ropes of his own cum. I pulled out and a small torrent of my special sauce poured from his hole. "Shame you're undetectable..." he murmured. I ran my hand over my biohazard tattoo. This was a sentiment I had encountered before. In my experience, PReP guys go through phases. Phase one: "I'm still going to be safe." This involves still using condoms and barebacking with committed partners who they know are tested regularly/on PrEP. The phase ends when the guy starts barebacking with non-monogamous partners who are presumably negative/on PrEP. Phase two: "Trust the guy, trust the meds." The guy is regularly barebacking nonmongamous partners who self-report being tested and negative and/or on PrEP. This phase ends when the guy takes his first confirmed poz load. This load is nearly always undetectable. Phase three: "U=U." This is where you will find most guys on PrEP. And for good reason. This is where the current science stands. These PrEPed guys will take a load from an undetectable guy without a second thought. I can usually spot these guys a mile away out in the wild. Phase three ends when the guy misses a dose or lapses on a refill and takes a load anyway. He will decide "it's fine because he's undetectable." Alternatively, he will take a load of unknown potency because "that's what the meds are for and he's so fucking hot and I'm so fucking horny." This is how phase four begins. Phase four: a chaser is born. The guy will seek out a viral load or cease taking medication. He has gotten a taste of the risk. And risk is a drug. The high of beating the odds wears off quickly and he will take riskier and riskier actions to feel that high again. Some chase passively and just don't do anything to mitigate the risks. Reveling in their close calls after the fact. Others move on to chasing actively. For the active chasers, getting infected is the only way to feel that high again. My best guess, Scott was on his way out of phase three or was in the early stages of chasing. "I can help with that..." Scott sat bolt upright at the new voice. I glanced over to the door and smirked. The door frame was occupied by a 5'3" tank of a man, 6" cut prick in hand. Guess I get to room with with Cal this weekend.

I took a deep breath and looked Maria in the eyes. "I need to tell you something," I said, my voice shaking slightly. She looked at me with concern, sensing that something serious was coming. "What is it?" she asked, taking my hand in hers. "I went to the doctor, and...I'm HIV positive," I said, bracing myself for her reaction. I watched as Maria's eyes widened with fear and shock. She stumbled backward, hitting the wall behind her. "What...what do you mean, Jack?" she whispered, her voice quivering. "I mean that I'm HIV positive," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. Maria's face turned pale, and tears began to stream down her cheeks. "Oh God, no. This can't be happening," she whispered. "I'm so sorry, Maria. I didn't know. I would never have put you at risk if I had known," I said, taking a step towards her. But Maria stepped back, her hands trembling. "You've ruined my life, Jack. You've given me a death sentence," she said, her voice rising. "I'm so sorry. I'll do anything I can to help you," I said, feeling a lump form in my throat. But Maria shook her head. "No, there's nothing you can do. This is all your fault. God is punishing me for being with a man like you," she said, before turning and running out of the room. I stood there, feeling helpless and devastated. I couldn't just stand there, though. I had to do something. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number, but she didn't answer. I tried again and again, but still nothing. Days turned into weeks, and I didn't hear from Maria. I started to worry that she had contracted HIV from me and was too afraid to face me again. The guilt gnawed at me, and I couldn't sleep or eat properly. Finally, one day, Maria showed up at my door. But the woman who stood before me was not the same person I had fallen in love with. She looked gaunt and pale, her hair tangled and her eyes sunken. Maria, what happened to you?" I asked, my heart racing with worry. She looked at me with a mix of anger and sadness. "Do you even care?" she spat out. "You ruined my life, Jack. You gave me a death sentence." "I know, and I'm so sorry. But we can get through this together," I said, reaching out to touch her arm. She recoiled from my touch. "Don't touch me. I don't want your pity," she said, her voice shaking. "Please, let me help you," I pleaded. Maria looked at me with a cold expression. "Help me? How? You can't undo what you've done. You can't take away the pain, the fear, the shame. You can't give me my life back," she said. "Please, Maria, let me make it right. I'll do anything," I said, desperation creeping into my voice. Maria's eyes flickered with a dangerous light. "Anything?" she repeated. I nodded, not knowing what else to say. A twisted smile appeared on Maria's face. "Good. Because I have a proposition for you," she said. She stormed into the flat. I closed the door and followed her. "Anything you want." "I ... know now, that this is gods plan for me." I stared at her. "What?" "The infection, the virus ... it is a punishment for my sins, but also ... a way of redemption. God choose me to punish other people and I need your help." "I don't understand." "I read up on the infection rates ... the risk is low if people just fuck me. The risk is higher, if hey get penetrated and are filled with cum. Thats why I need you, to make sure to spread the punishment to the sinners!" I looked at her. She was crazy! "You know thats illegal!", I said. She laughed. "I don't care. You will help me." "No." "Oh, you will, or I call the police and say that you raped me. They will believe me. I'm the poor pastors daughter, who got the killer virus from a 42 year old fat guy, who dragged me into his apartment and took my innocence away!" I was speechless. She was total crazy.

Part 2 Getting up off the bed I headed toward the door and reached down to rearrange the obvious hardon in my pants. I laughed at myself, thinking, Why bother? We both know why we're here tonight. Although, I told myself as I reached the door, there's some things Chad doesn't know about tonight...yet. That quick thought made my erect cock ooze precum from the head as I grabbed the doorknob and opened the door to let Chad come in. He was standing there wearing nothing but a tight pair of shorts, flip flops and his sexy fucking smile. I drew in a quick breath seeing his smooth sculpted defined pecs, his hard dark nips, and his washboard abs. He was fucking beautiful and he knew it too! I grabbed him by his wrist pulling him inside the room and slamming the door closed behind him. A second later I had him pressed against the door pushing my tongue inside his mouth, both of us moaning in need and lust. I had one of my hands rubbing over his meaty pecs and playing with his nips and my other hand down the back of his shorts and kneading his muscled jock ass. Both of his hands had immediately gone to my crotch when we started to kiss and he now already had my pants down around my feet and his hands stroking my cock and caressing my balls. He pulled back from my lips and as he dropped to his knees he said in a husky whisper, “I gotta suck your cock, Lance!” He slid his mouth down the first 5 inches of my fat cock and I moaned feeling the pleasure his mouth has given me so many times the past four years since that first night. I put my hands on the back of his head and looked down, seeing his eyes looking up at me as his mouth moved further down my shaft, his lips stretching wider as he reached the widest part of my dick. “Damn, little bro! I love seeing the way your lips stretch like that around my cock. It looks so fucking hot and perfect! Here bro, let me help you get past the thickest part there.” Saying that I applied pressure to the back of his head with my hands feeding him more of his big bro's cock knowing he wanted every inch filling his mouth and edging into his throat. Chad was a hungry and eager cocksucker. There was never any gagging from him, only growls of pleasure and need. He moved his hands to my asscheeks, pulling my cock deeper into his mouth as I pulled his head closer to my dark pubes. Working toward the same goal it only took another moment before his lips were pressing against the hair of my crotch and my full nuts were pressing against his chin. He began using his throat muscles to stroke and squeeze the shaft buried in his throat. This was a talent he had shown me early on in our sex together and it was such an awesome sensation. I threw my head back and groaned loudly. “Ah fuck yeah little bro! Suck your big bro's cock. Keep doing it man and I won't be able to hold off. You're gonna make me cum down your throat bro.” Chad's hands tightened on my asscheeks and a muffled moan let me know that's what he wanted. “Yeah you hot cocksucker! Take it little bro! Take every damn drop of your bro's married cum! Here it cums, oh gawd yeah man, take it all! Ugghhhh, ugghhh!” My cock erupted in Chad's throat sending ropes straight down into his stomach. I pulled my spewing cock slowly backwards so I'd be sure to cover his tongue and give him a taste of his big bro's hot jizz. I knew the night was just getting started for both of us and it was going to get better and hotter! (to be continued)

The young bear laughed and with a grin on his face he said: - “Is it our turn now?” - “No, I’m sorry, I need a break. I need to go to the bar and replenish my fluids, but maybe later?” - “If you promise that we can both onload in your ass after, we’ll accompany you to the bar and buy you a drink!”, the older bear said, still smiling. The younger bear looked at him and giggled. They were a handsome couple, I would guess the young one was in his early 20’s and the older in his 60’s, both the classic bear type with hairy chests, beards, and shaved heads. The older was just slightly chubby while the younger was more heavy-set. I smiled back at them and replied: - “Ok!” I got back up on my feet, brushed my ass off, took the towel from the hook and left the booth, following the bears towards the bar. - “What can I get you?”, the older one said. - “Gin & Tonic. And a bottle of water, I’m getting dehydrated!”, I replied. - “Three GT’s and a water…”, he ordered at the bar, and flashed the numbered badge on his key to the barman. We sat down in the lounge are and talked. - “I’m Javi.”, said the older bear and extended his hand to greet me. - “And I’m Alejandro.”, said the younger bear, “But everyone just calls me Roo.”. I shook their hands and responded: - “I’m… Uhm…” Not having a Spanish name, I decided to simplify it for them. - “Just call me Jay. Nice to meet you, and thanks for the drinks!” - “No problem. You’ll make it worth it; I hope.”, Javi said. - “So, did he fuck you good, Jay?”, Roo said. - “Oh yes, soooooo fucking good! Damn that was an amazing cock!”. - “Yeah, I know, he fucked me the same way a month ago…”, Roo replied with a serious look on his face. - “Did he cum in you?”, Javi asked. - “Yes, deep inside me, just as I like it.” - “Are you poz?” - “No…?”, I replied, a bit surprised by the direct question. - “On PrEP?” - “No, not at the moment…” Javi and Roo looked at each other. - “Well… You can always get PeP. If you want to. You know, the morning after pill for HIV.”, Roo said. - “I know what PeP is.”, I responded. “I’m guessing you’re saying that I need it?” - “Yes, that guy is toxic as fuck. He may look like a nice guy, but he can be bad news, depending on what you’re after. He converted Roo when he fucked him here a month ago. We got the results a few days ago,” Javi said, looking serious. - “Oh…”, was all I could respond. - “Why aren’t you taking PrEP?”, Roo asked. - “I recently moved to Spain and haven’t sorted it out here yet. But I’ve never been good at protecting myself… Why weren’t you?” - “Uhm…”, Roo said and paused, clearly a bit flustered by me throwing the question back at him. He looked at his boyfriend who looked back at him and nodded. Roo continued: - “I didn’t want to…”, he said and looked me straight in the eyes. - “…because I’m a bug chaser…”. He looked back at Javi, and I could see the love in their eyes as they smiled and exchanged a quick kiss. - “I was already poz when we met, but I’m undetectable so all I could give him was a bad case of Gono.”, Javi said with a giggle and an evil grin at Roo, who smiled back and said: - “And that’s when I fell in love with him.” They kept looking into each other’s eyes and exchanged a long deep kiss. Naturally I’ve heard of bug chasers before, but I never had a chance too meet someone who was talking about it as openly and naturally as these guys. It was clear that they were both very happy and in love. They turned back towards me and looked at me with determination. - “It’s time. You’re going to take our loads now.”, Javi said, matter-of-factly. They downed the last of their drinks, I did the same and took the half empty water bottle with me as I followed them towards the cubicle area. I didn’t even hesitate, even though I knew I was at great risk of catching something with these guys. Maybe I should’ve hesitated, but I figured I had already taken quite a few raw cocks this afternoon, what more damage could they possibly do? They quickly found an empty room with a large bed, pushed me inside and locked the door behind them, then continued to yank off my towel and push me down on my knees. I threw the little bag of lube and poppers on the bed, along with the water bottle, and like a good slave I put my hands behind my back and looked up at my masters like an exited puppy. They opened their towels and for the first time I saw their semi-hard cocks. Roo had an average dick, average thickness, and an average length of about 17 cm. Javi on the other hand had an above average length of about 19 cm, about the same as mine, but it was a lot thicker than the poz guy who just fucked me. It was as thick as my wrist and being a bear; my wrists are quite thick! I quickly put my mouth around Roo’s cock and started sucking, while I was stroking Javi, looking at his cock with amazement and, I’m guessing, a bit of fear. This is going to tear me apart, I thought to myself. Roo got hard quickly, and I tried sucking Javi, but I couldn’t get it into my mouth. I broke my jaw a few years back and after extensive surgery I haven’t been able to open as wide as I used to, but it has never been a problem until now. I had to settle with having just his cock head in my mouth, playing with my tongue over it while jerking him off. When Javi noticed it wasn’t going in as he wanted it to, he pulled out and said: - “Never mind that, lay down on your back on the bed. Don’t worry, Roo will fuck you first.” Clearly, I did as I was told, laid down on my back, ass hanging out over the edge of the bed and hoisted my legs in the air. Roo started rummaging around in the trash bin and he found what he was looking for; a used, cum filled condom. He positioned himself between my legs, held his cock against my hole, emptied the contents of the condom over his cock and my hole, then plunged into me in one quick swoop and started fucking me. Honestly, I’d had so much thick cock already that I could barely feel it, but it was still a raw cock in me, lubed with anonymous cum from a used condom, and that kind of sleaze is what I live for. The look on Roo’s face as he was pounding away was puzzling me. I couldn’t tell if he enjoyed it, disliked it or if he was feeling anything at all, he was just blank. I tried clenching to see if I could get a reaction, but nothing. Pinching his nipples didn’t do anything either. Javi was standing next to us, watching, jerking his massive cock. It was drooling with pre cum, and I reached out to catch a drop that was about to leave and hit the floor. It tasted salty and delicious. Roo was still pounding away with his expressionless face. Javi moved behind Roo, embraced him, kissed his neck, and said: - “Give it to him Roo. Breed him!” - “I already have, twice…”, Roo responded. - “Then move away and let me fucking destroy him!” - “Wait, not yet I’m about to give him a third load!” What? He’d cum twice already? Without ANY of the telltale grunts, moans, clenched eyes, or anything. He kept fucking for another minute, still no expression on his face, then he pulled out and said: - “There… Three toxic loads in his neg ass. NOW it’s your turn my love.” - “Grab your poppers lad, you’re gonna fucking need them!”, Javi said. Roo moved out of the way, sat down on the bed next to me so he had a good view of what was about to happen. He took my water bottle and drank it all as he leaned back to enjoy the show and started fiddling with his softening cock. I started inhaling my poppers like my life depended on them, I knew I was going to need all the chemical help I could get to survive this. Javi moved into position, put my legs up to rest on his shoulders, and with fear I saw that fat monster approaching my freshly bred hole. I took hit after hit of the poppers, hoping it would help. I’ve been fisted a few times, but it had been years since the last time, and I was not prepared for this. His glans was wet with pre cum, he pushed against me and started slipping in. It was stretching me open like never before and my ring was giving a lot of resistance. - “Wait, please…”, I said and grabbed my towel from the bed. I wet a corner of it with the poppers, rolled it up into a ball and shoved it in my mouth. A few deep breaths through the popper-towel, and it hit me like a fucking train. I just looked at Javi and nodded. Javi pushed hard, with no regard whatsoever for the owner of the hole he was penetrating. My hole gave up its resistance, and Javi entered me all the way. The pain was excruciating, but he was stronger than my ring muscle, and he had won. He started fucking me, alternating between quick short thrusts and long slow ones, sometimes even pulling all the way out and forcefully shoving back in. It was clear that his mission was to destroy me. He backed up and inspected my hole. - “Would you look at that…”, he said proudly, turning to Roo. Roo moved off the bed and down to the floor to get a good close look at my hole. Javi went back inside me, then pulled out again, leaving my hole gaping. - “Wow, he really is wide open now! Nice work!”, Roo said and shoved his face in between my ass cheeks, sticking his surprisingly long tongue into my hole. Roo flicked his tongue around a bit, then got up, pulled the poppers-towel from my mouth, and gave me a kiss with his sperm covered tongue. It was an intense taste of cum and ass, and the distinct taste of something slightly metallic: blood. Javi really had destroyed me, but not enough it seemed, as he shoved back in and again started fucking me quick and hard. I was coming down from the poppers rush, and it was really starting to hurt again, but I clenched my teeth and endured for another five minutes until Javi blasted his undetectable load in me and collapsed on top of me. He slipped out, rolled off and I could finally let my legs down again, with much discomfort. I just lay there, looking up into the ceiling, trying to compose myself. - “So, how many loads have you taken today, Jay?”, Roo asked. - “Ten, I think…”, I responded after going through this evening’s events in my head. - “At least four of those were really toxic poz loads.”, Javi commented. - “As we told you, Roo was just diagnosed and when you’re recently converted your viral load is really fucking high…”, he continued. I had no response. I just laid there quietly, my ass aching and my hole absorbing all those loads. Roo and Javi were quiet as they sat on the bed next to me. - “I need to take a piss…”, Roo said and took the empty plastic bottle and started filling it with his warm piss. When he was done, the bottle was full. He screwed the cap back on and tossed it on the bed towards me. It rolled over the bed and stopped as it caressed the side of my chest. I could feel the warmth of the liquid through the plastic, against my skin. - “Are you going to get PeP now and prevent your conversion?”, Roo asked, looking at me. What I did next surprised even myself. I picked up the piss bottle, looked at the pale-yellow liquid, sat up, unscrewed the cap, put the bottle to my lips and looking Roo straight in the eyes I started drinking. I’ve never been a piss pig before, but it felt so right at this moment. After downing half the bottle, I spoke up: - “What do you think? I’m a perverted cum dump, I think it’s finally time for me to fully embrace who I am and let the virus take hold. Not sure what my husband will say though…” I gave him a crooked mischievous smile as I scooped up a wad of gunk from my ass and looked at it. It was opalescent pink and frothy. I was definitely bleeding, and those toxic loads had a free passage into my bloodstream. I licked my fingers clean and moaned as I enjoyed the taste. - “It seems our job here is done, dear.”, Javi said to Roo, and they both laughed and gave each other a high five. - “I’m definitely done for today, there’s no way in hell I can get fucked anymore.”, I responded and laughed with them. Then I downed the last of the piss and said: - “And apparently, I’m a piss pig now. Not sure how that happened, I’ve never drank piss like this before.”, I said, crunched the empty bottle and threw it in the trash. We all went to the showers, got dressed and left together. They handed in their keys at the counter and paid their bill, and I did the same. The guy at the counter smiled at me and handed over a note with my locker number on. It was a phone number, “Text me!”, and a smiley face. I showed it to Roo and Javi. - “Yep, that’s his number alright. I’m pretty sure he wants you to confirm whether he’s managed to convert you or not. I know he’s counting his victims. But you won’t really be able to know if it was him or us…”, Roo said, flashing me a smile. We exited the sauna, exchanged numbers, hugged, and kissed. - “I hope we get to meet your husband too.”, Javi said with a grin. - “You’d kill him with that thing…” I said, looking at his groin…

Chapter 41: Happy Trails The two of us started walking towards the trails with our cocks and balls swinging between our legs. Dad was correct in applying the bug spray, but not on our cocks. If it wasn't for them swinging, our cocks would have been sucked by many mosquitoes already. We arrived to the head of the three trails. The first was called Fantasy Lane. The sign described it as an approximate 1 mile trail leading to the World Famous Fantasy land. It continued by saying there are play stations along the trail, and most are free to use first cum first served. It did say one spot was free unless rented out with a private rigger there. It indicated that riggers had the right to ask you to leave that play station. In big bold letters the sign said all acts on this trail are to be consual by ALL involved in any sexual activities. The sign then said keep our trails clean, and use cans provided for condoms. Of course someone wrote, " Who uses condoms here?" The other 2 trails were just numbered Trail 1 and 2. The sign said these trails were intended for naturists, and sex was prohibited from dusk to dawn. The sign said trail 1 was approximately 1.5 miles, and went through densely wooded areas with some sections being a boardwalk. Trail 2 was approximately 2 miles and went through highly wooded and swamp areas, with boardwalks and bridges over small streams. Both trails would end at the beautifull lake named Cuminme.

With a couple of condoms and packets of lube, I returned down the dark stairway. Again I felt my way along the wall, found my way to the nook. It was too dark to make much out, but you could sense the presence of other people, hear the muffled sounds of pleasure above the dance style music. I came to the nook, and felt a hip, I left my hand there. I could feel slight movements in the body I was touching. A hand grabbed mine and pulled it closer, closer to where the other hand was jerking himself off. I started rubbing the head, teasing with my nails, all the while dropping lower. I was soon squatting down, cupping his balls in my open hand, pulling him towards my waiting mouth. He had about a 6 inch cock, average thickness, cut. I started slowly, locking my lips behind the head and swirling my cock around. I could taste the precum, savouring the feel of it before diving deeper onto it. I could hear muffled english coming from this dick's owner, encouraging, praising, telling me to take it. Take it down my throat I did. The darkness, the unknown, damn it turned me on. Still I hadn't sought to my own cock's needs, I had other needs, the need to pleasure others. After a few minutes I'd had enough, I wanted him in me, I wanted to be bent over and fucked. I fished a condom and lube out of my pocket and placed them into the hand of the stranger, his cock still in my mouth. I took them and opened the rubber, pushing my mouth back so he could slide it on. I stood up and leaned over into the wall beside me pulling my track pants down, still resting my leg against his so he could find me in the dark. A hand traced my back as he moved in behind me, his hand move to my ass and started rubbing my hole. He paused, then his other hand came down with cold lube on it and started to explore. A couple minutes later two then three fingers were sliding in and out with ease. Then he stopped... I felt one hand grab my right hip as his cock poked and my crack, obviously being guided by his other hand. He found my anus and pressed hard, slow, but deliberate. I felt shock as he pushed into me, and rested two inches inside my body. This stranger, unknown, unseen, but inside me nonetheless. A minute later I pushed back against him, he met my force and soon I could feel his pubes against my cheeks. Ahh it felt so good to be the one being fucked again. Girls were fun to pound, but being pounded was so much better. He started to pump in and out, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, but long strokes that slide wonderfully along my prostate. As he was fucking me he turned me to my left, when I leaned forward to catch myself my hand caught an abdomen. Without thinking I swung my other hand onto the hip and pulled it towards my head. A hand grabbed the back of my head and soon a large cock was plunging into my mouth. He pulled out only to shove balls into my face, which I sucked in turn, soon returning to his rod to enjoy myself there. The man behind me stopped abruptly, pulled out, and came around to let me know that condom had burst. If grabbed my other one and handed it back to him, he took it and went back to work on my ass. He began pounding me harder and harder, pushing me forward onto the cock I was sucking, who matched the bucking and the two strangers gave me a good and proper fucking from both ends. This was the first time I'd been with more than one man at a time and I was in heaven. As the slamming behind me intensified he have me one final slam before gripping my hips tight. Then small movements, lots of grunts, then he pulled out and left. I pulled off for a second to turn around, but two hands grabbed my head and returned it to its proper place. As he grunted and groaned, I felt his balls tighten in my hands. As this was happening I felt the warm sensation of a tongue in my ass. I pushed back and enjoyed what was happening as the cock exploded in my mouth. I did my best to contain it all but it dripped down my lips and onto the floor, still the cock frothed up nicely as the cum lubricated his shaft while it continued to glide in and out of my mouth. The tongue left my ass and large hands grabbed me under the armpits, standing me up, turning me to my right, and pushing me up against the smooth brick wall. One hand stayed wrapped around my chest while the other pushed a cock into my ass. I was happy to have been previously fucked as he went right for it. All the way in as soon as it found my hole. It hurt, he was bigger, but the pain quickly subsided as he left himself all the way inside me. The other hand came up to hold the wall infront of my forehead, as his body pushed me closer to the wall. My head was pushed sideways and I said to him "Condom?" He began to move in and out of me. I repeated the question and he said "Nien". He began slamming into me as I tried to manouveur out of his grip. He only pushed me harder against the wall, gripping me tighter, I shouted again, "condom," this time he pulled his hand off of the wall, and slapped me over the ear as a string of German words were yelled at me, all the while the fucking became harder, more aggressive. He returned his hand to the wall and I found myself becoming strangely turned on. This was rape, or was it. This was wrong or was it, this was some seriously risky behaviour, but God it started to feel so dirty that it was so good. I braced my hands against the wall and starting pushing back, he relaxed his grip. I was really opened up now as he kept going at it. All the while he was saying something in German, I didn't know what, but I was so turned on it didn't matter. He pulled me back from the wall and pushed my head down, fully bent over. Next thing I know a cock was being slapped against my cheek, I turned my head to find an uncut average penis being shoved in my mouth. I accepted it willingly. It's owner moved infront of my and again, I was getting spitroasted. This cock didn't last long, it's owner pulled out and shot all over my face, using his cock to wipe it around my lips and nose. Then my master slammed one final time and began shooting. There was no doubt I was being bred. I could feel the warm fluid fill me up, as he fucked it deeper into me. He pulled me up and kept whispering in my ear: "Mein, Mein, Du, mein" With that he pulled out and spun me around. grabbed my cock, and led me away. I didn't know this maze, but he led me for a minute or two, bumping into one or two people along the way. He stopped and turned around, grabbing my head and pulling me down, I assumed I was about to be fed his cock, but instead I felt the smooth vinyl fabric of a surface, slippery with fluid. As my hands grabbed the sides I realized it was a bench. I could hear him loudly shouting in German, but I could only make out Mein and Schwein. I started to adjust myself but a hand gently pushed on my back to keep me in place. In place... my place. A wave of excitement rushed through me as I dreaded, dreamed, and got excited for what was to come. I didn't have long to wait before a cock began pushing into me. At about the same time another a cock slapped either side of my face. I turned to face one and started to savour it. I was pounded hard from behind and I felt him cum in me in about two minutes. It felt so dirty, so good, I was loving this and silently thanking my unknown German master. As soon as he left, he was replaced by another, then another, then another. I don't know how long I was in that position, but I lost count after about 6 loads in my ass, a couple of cumshots on my face, and a few more down my throat. Once I was left alone for a minute I felt empty. I started to stand up, but I was shakey. I pulled pants up, they were covered in cum, as was the rest of me it seemed. I started walked around to find my way out. As I found the dim light of the stairway I saw a young man, about my age, being fucked hard against the doorway. I stopped to watch. I put my hand down my pants to grab my own cock, something I hadn't thought to do. I was sticky from having cum at some point. As I was stroking myself I felt a hand caress my ass. Without saying a ward I pulled my pants down lower and assumed the position. I guess I wasn't done yet...

Part 6 As they day went on grandpa and I spent our time together naked like usual. But now I graduated to sucking his cock when he wanted. I sucked it before and after lunch and sucked it again for dinner. At first I was uncomfortable with sucking my grandpas cock but I got used to it pretty quickly. He had assured me it was just like sucking any other meat tube. For an older man he could cum a lot. When he said he would teach me about gay stuff I didn’t think I’d end up servicing him like this. It got me wondering what else he had planned for me. Grandpa figured since I had my rimming lesson and foot play lesson, I had enough teaching for the day. We still had the rest of the summer together and he didn’t want to bombard me with too much. The daylight was fading and we got ready for bed. “Okay Kenny boy, on the bed. I liked last nights position.” I laid down and grandpa got on top of me. “Are you sure about this? You slipped inside me last time.” His cock was resting on my ass, it was still hard. “That won’t happen this time. No slipping in you in the middle of the night. I’m gunna stick it in you now so you don’t have to worry about it.” He spread my cheeks and positioned his tip at my hole. “What?! Why?” “Relax my sweet boy, I’m just putting it in for safe-KEEPING!!” He slammed his cock in me. I felt all his length bury into my ass. “Oh god it’s so big! I can’t sleep like this.” Grandpa laid down and put his arms around me. His hips wiggling a bit. “You slept with it in you last time. This way there won’t be any boners stabbing you uncomfortably. Now go to sleep and try not to move your ass too much. We may not be fucking but even at my age I still get wet dreams often.” Wet dreams? Meaning, ejaculating in his sleep? But his raw cock is going to be in me all night! “Grandpa this sounds risky.” “Be a good boy for me and sleep with my cock in you.” He gave me a thrust. “Ow! Okay.” “That’s it. It’s better when you do what I say. Isn’t it?” “I guess so.” Like last time grandpa managed to fall asleep first. He was snoring in my ear and I had a hard time concentrating with his cock deep in me. Was it going to be like this every night? And his wet dreams, how often did he have them? I thought about my situation for a while. Things were progressing in ways that were both exciting and scary. I reviewed the things I did that day, the more I thought about it, the more I came to realize that I enjoyed licking his feet. Maybe I was into it, even if it was just a little. Eventually I managed to drift off to sleep. Staying asleep wasn’t easy. What with grandpa weighing down on me and his cock planted inside me. I woke up in the middle of the night and tried shifting around. My ass wiggled and clenched as I tried getting comfortable. The movement caused grandpas semi hard cock to twitch more in me. I could feel it grow harder. The more hard it got the more my ass reacted. Grandpa started shifting in his sleep too. He moved his hips, making his cock stir in me more. It felt good but I wanted to get back to sleep. I tried laying still but grandpas sleep movements kept working his cock around. He was moaning a little, mumbling incoherent words between snoring. It took a few minutes but eventually his movements stopped. His cock was still hard as rock. Then I felt it pulse violently several times, twitching and throbbing deep in me like an eel thrashing about. It calmed down and I managed to get back to sleep after. In the morning grandpa woke up first this time. He thrust his hips up and down, fucking my ass, waking me up. “Huh, grandpa? Good morning.” I said groggy. His fucking continued. “Good morning Kenny. Sleep well?” “Yeah I slept fine.” I lied. “Do you think you could take it out?” “Just a moment. Gotta blow my morning load.” His fucking became fast, fully waking me up. “You’re not going to blow it in me are you?” “Does it matter? Isn’t your ass hungry for my cum?” “Not your poz cum grandpa. I don’t want to get AIDS.” He stopped and slowly pulled out of me. “Fine then suck it out of me. Go on. Work that slut mouth of yours on my tool.” We switched around and i was now between his legs. His massive 9 incher staring up at at me. His large balls resting on the bed. I grabbed his shaft and took the head in my mouth. This was my life now. I was grandpas cock servant. He put his hands behind his head and watched me go to work. “Yeah that’s beautiful. What a lovely sight. My grandson sucking my nasty old man cock in the morning, ahh this is the life.” He tasted like musk and ass juice. I worked my head up and down on him. His cock leaking a lot of pre. I could tell he was getting closed so I tightened my hand around his shaft as I sucked. He started breathing heavy and his hips were rocking in and out of my mouth as he built up his morning cum. “That’s it. Gonna blow. Be sure to drink it all. Oof! Yeah! There it is!” His cock twitched in my mouth and he started to cum. I did my best to swallow it all. But there was a lot of it. I had to swallow four times then come up for air. The rest of his cum cascading all over his head and shaft. It was a gusher this morning. “Looks like you couldn’t swallow it all. Oh well. You’ll learn in time.” We got up and made coffee. Our day went normal. Or as normal as it could go. When ever grandpa wanted to cum I had to suck him off like how he told me to. It was little weird at first but I ended up liked it. Grandpa’s cock was huge and always came large volumes. As the day progressed, my mouth was getting fairly sore. But grandpa was always horny. At some point I had to tell him that I needed a break from sucking his cock. We were on the couch, in the evening. Sitting naked together like usual. we were cuddled up next to each other and grandpa was getting hard again stroking it. I knew what he was about to ask me. “Looks like I’m going to need that mouth again Kenny boy. How about you go down on my fat hog again?” “I’ve already sucked you off four times today. My mouth is kind of hurting. Couldn’t I get a break?” “I’m trying to teach you endurance. When you hook up with a guy and he wants to fuck your mouth as often as I do you’re going to want to be able to please him right?” “Yeah I do...” grandpa sensed the apprehension in my voice. He was still stroking his cock looking at me. “But I guess I can let you off the hook for now. You’re still a pig in training after all. But I still need to shoot off. If your mouth is too tired how about you give me your ass?“ “But! You can’t cum in me grandpa! I-I don’t want to… you know.” He was reaching down to my ass and fingering my hole already. “You need to drop your fears about that. All gay men catch the bug at some point. You inevitably will too.“ “But if I play safe…” grandpa kept fingering my ass. It felt good and I wanted something bigger. He was smiling at me. “You can play it safe for a while, but all men instinctively crave raw cock blasting heaps of sperm up inside them. All it takes is one anonymous dirty load and bam, you’re impregnated for life.” I stood up and walked to the kitchen pretending to want a glass of water or something. Grandpa’s words scared me. But he was so sure of himself. Was I really going to get pozzed at some point? It’s true that I much prefer bareback to condoms. But I could take some precautions right? Grandpa came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me right. His cock poked my ass. “You know, this ties in well with another lesson. Have you ever heard of conversion parties?” “No, what’s that?“ He was giving me a reach around. Stroking my cock, getting me horny. “It’s a fuck party where a bunch of poz guys breed a neg bottom, giving him the bug.” “That’s insane! I didn’t think something like that existed.” His stroking got faster. I was hard and leaking. Grandpa’s cock slipping between my cheeks and poking my hole. “They do. There’s actually one going on tonight in a unit downstairs. I’d like to take you so you can watch the men at play.” “A bunch of poz men?” “Yeah. I know them all personally. They all have advanced cases. Much more advanced then mine.” “I don’t want to get fucked by them.” He was pushing against me. My hole giving some resistance. “You can just watch if you want to. I only want to take you to have you witness that side of the gay fetish world. There will be lots of cocks. You’d love to see cocks from a bunch of men, wouldn’t you?” He pushed in and his cock head popped in me. “Ah! Yes I’d love to see it.” I was referring to seeing the men and their cocks, not necessarily the particular fetish of focus. “Good. Now bend over the counter. I want to feel your insides for a bit.” I propped my elbows on the counter as grandpa started fucking my ass. I felt my hole getting slick from his pre. His hips banging into my ass and his cock head stretching my guts. “Just for a bit. Fuck your cock feels so good grandpa!” He was gripping my hips and grunting. My ass getting pulverized by his deadly meat. He was really getting into it. “Yeah that’s a hot ass. We’re going to this poz party and you’re going to watch a bunch of poz men fuck a bottom slut in his neg ass and you’re going to love it.” “Yes sir.” At this point I was agreeing with whatever he wanted. I was more preoccupied with the feeling of my ass getting rammed into. “Good, that’s a nice and broken in ass.” Grandpa stopped and pulled out of me. It was better that he stopped but the horny side of me wanted more. “Now get that fancy zipper underwear on. We’re heading out.” “Now?!” He was already getting some clothes on for the trip down. “Of course. Had to get you horned up for the occasion.” He handed me my underwater and I slipped them on. I put on a tank top as well and he took me by the hand out the door. We walked down to the lower floor and went all the way to a door in a part of the hall that wasn’t lit well. The place seemed fairly discreet, like a speak easy in the complex. “Just stay with me and you’ll be fine.” “Why wouldn’t I be fine?” “You’re a handsome young neg boy walking into a poz party. They’ll want to fuck the hell out of you first chance they get. Also I pre fucked your ass good and hard. You’re slick and easy to slip into right now. Probably best if you don’t sit on anything that feels wet. A lot of these men are wasting away so even the smallest drop out of them is like cobra venom, he he he.” “Are you sure I should be here?” I was getting scared. This all started to seem like a bad idea. “Absolutely! Just. Don’t wander too far from me and avoid bend over in front of anyone.” Grandpa knocked on the door and it opened. But before we went in he reached for my underwear zipper and undid it all the way back exposing my slippery ass.

Another top man’s cum

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 control - Part 7 (A nice, horny day) I was exhausted with the world and dog-tired, but that is also very clear, because I had been awake for 28 hours now. I looked for a place to sleep in Frank and Simon's apartment, and found it in their bedroom while the others were still partying in the living room. But sleep was not really an option, because my thoughts were playing tricks on me. I was totally turned on by the idea of getting fucked and getting cum up my asshole, at the same time I was still disgusted by it. I tossed and turned, and the butt plug pinched my bum, making me think of the next fuck with every movement. At some point, it must have been around 10 a.m., I actually managed to fall asleep. I didn't notice anything until 3 p.m., I was so exhausted. I usually never get 5 hours of sleep. When I woke up I felt somehow reborn, only when I put on the terrible but awesome memory of last night came. The butt plug pushed in again, and the pain reappeared, but at the same time as the pain my cock got up again. I was horny. But my brain sent me the signals that I should finally google for the term POZ, only my cell phone was at home, as always on the game evenings. Sitting at the edge of the bed, I looked around the bedroom and saw how Frank, Simon and Dominik slept spooned into each other. Well, the bed was big enough for 4 people with 2.20 meters by 2.20 meters. I got up slowly, as if drunk, only that I hadn't had any alcohol, and staggered into the kitchen, where I finally met Matteo. The first thing Matteo didn't notice when I came into the kitchen was he was so absorbed in typing something on his cell phone. I spoke to him: “Hi, you, Matteo, can I use your cell phone for a moment? My cell phone is at home. " "Do you want to call your wife to pick you up?" He asked me. "No, I will stay a little longer, I just want to google something." Was my answer. "So so." He said with a grin, "what do you want to know?" "I just wanted to find out what the POZ is all about." I blushed deep red when I answered. Matteo avoided me and instead said: "You are not really awake yet, come shower with me first, and clean up your sloppy bum, and then you can have a coffee." I was confused, why did Matteo avoid me, did I ask the wrong question? So we took a shower first, Matteo took care of my back and my rectal area. Suddenly and with force he pulled the butt plug out of me, I could have screamed, but didn't do it so as not to wake the others. Everyone can imagine what happens when the plug is pulled out of the cunt at high speed ... ... right, my asshole was blooming, and tons of pink sperm ran out of me. Matteo then took a silver tube with 5 holes, which was attached to a hose, and inserted it into his hole, as I learned a little later, it was an anal shower. So he put the anal shower in and turned on the water. He counted 21, 22, 23 ... to 30, so 10 seconds, then he turned the water off again, held it in for a short time and crouched over the drain of the shower cubicle. Clear water came out of him. He then said to me: "If your asshole is as clean as mine, you come into the kitchen, but first you fuck me, your cock still has to get small." I had a big question mark on my face, I'd never fucked anyone in the ass before, and now should I? "On your left is the special lubricant, take some of it on my cunt and some on your cock, and then finally push it into my starving hole!" "Uuuuhhhaaa !!!!" I started to groan while pushing in, the hole was tight. "Yes, come on, fuck me!" Cried Matteo "I can't hold out for long, you're so tight, Matteo." I groaned. I really only managed to pump into that hole 5 or 6 times then my cock literally exploded. "That's good, now we wash the lout again, and then ..." said Matteo when I interrupted him. "So what???" "Then your cock will be in the cage for today." Matteo gave him an evil grin. No sooner said than done, my cock was locked away faster than I could see. "And now clean your cunt, then use the special gel, and slide the plug up your ass again, and come into the kitchen!" It was 4 p.m. when I came out of the bathroom, Matteo was waiting for me in the kitchen with a freshly brewed coffee. He checked briefly whether the plug was properly seated, then he said: “Unfortunately I have to go quickly to buy something for the party tonight.” Almost casually when going out he said: “Oh, before I forget it, the postman might ring the bell and have a package for Simon. Please do not wake Simon and receive it. " "Wait a minute!" I was too late, the door was already closed. Ohhhh, where did I maneuver myself into? I had nothing to wear and was supposed to open the mail for the postman ... At that very moment the doorbell rang, of course it was the postman ... ... as I was told, I let the postman into the house and he came trudging up the stairs to our third floor. I opened the apartment door just a little crack and peeked out, he didn't look too bad, but I didn't want to present myself naked to him either. “Parcel for Mr. Simon Müller.” Said the parcel delivery man "Um yes, just put it in front of the door." Was my statement. "Unfortunately that doesn't work, I still need your signature." Said the parcel carrier finally. So I had to open the door and show myself to the postman, what crap. “But you are not Simon Müller, I know him. What's your name? ”He asked with a grin and scrutinized me. "I, I am, I am Benjamin Voight," I stuttered. Oh, I was embarrassed ... “Nice, Benjamin, and as I can see you are a little cum horny cunt. GET ON YOUR KNEES AND SUCK MY TAIL !!! "he roared, I probably had no other choice. "YES! MAKE HIM BEAUTIFULLY HARD AND WET! " I did my best, and with a tail of about 19cm in your mouth you can't disagree anyway. I was so ashamed, in the middle of the door frame I knelt in front of a goddamn cock and sucked it, the whole house, 3 parties per floor and that on 4 floors. There are 11 foreign parties, hopefully there were no children in the house ... Come up, spread your legs and support yourself in the door frame, I want to see your hot asshole! " I did as ordered, without resistance or reply, I wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible. "I think I have to first remove the plug from your cunt so that I can fuck and inseminate you!" He said it, and he did it immediately, a man of clear statements and deeds. Immediately after the plug was out, he pushed his rock-hard latte into my tortured asshole, and fucked me mercilessly for 10 minutes until he had a loud orgasm. He pulled his pants up again and said while walking downstairs: "I hope to see you again soon, Benjamin, you little sperm pig:" I felt so humiliated to be exposed so publicly, but my cunt was itching again and wanted more cock. Will I get some more cocks tonight? And more sperm? POZ-Cum? And what will Matteo say when he comes back and smells the sperm from the postman on me? These questions will be answered next time ... Sequel follows...

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 3 (Overcoming skills) I couldn't go home naked, once across town, but I didn't want to suck anyone, after all, I'm straight. In the end, I only had the choice to stay and continue playing, somehow I had to get my clothes back. Frank started to throw the dice again, I really wanted to win this game, and played totally at risk, which was a fatal mistake, because I lost again, this time against Johannes. Johannes grinned devilishly when he opened his jeans, his 19cm long pipe jumped right in front of my lips. I had never consciously seen any penis other than my own, let alone touched it or put it in my mouth. "Open your mouth, you bitch, and suck hard!" He yelled at me. I didn't know what to do, I knelt in front of this black man of tail and could hardly move. But through the harsh command tone, I couldn't help but open my mouth, completely perplexed, and then he pushed his way into my mouth. Disgust came over me, I didn't like it at all. Salty-sweet pre-cum oozed on my tongue and in my throat. Suddenly Johannes yelled at me again: “Hey bitch, that hurt, please take care of your teeth! Look! My glans is bleeding a bit! " I wanted to answer, but with the monster in my mouth I couldn't. Next I got a slap in my face with the palm of the hand of Johannes, whereupon I bit something in the tail again. “You stupid bitch, if you can't handle my cock in your mouth, I'll have to fuck you! You have one more try! ”He yelled at me again. I tried to make sure that didn't happen again. "Oh yes fagot, that's good, I'll be right there, and you will swallow it nicely, as a reparation!" He fucked my mouth and throat 5 to 6 times, then it literally exploded, I couldn't swallow everything, no matter how hard I tried. About half of the still disgusting semen flowed out of my mouth. Johannes got angry again and yelled at me: "What did I order you dirty fagot?!? Right! You should swallow everything! I think it's time for a lesson! " "Sorry." I almost whined, "will definitely not happen anymore." “It's too late for that now!” Roared Johannes “You fagot will now pick up the precious, good sperm from the floor with your hands, and smear your dirty asshole with it! From inside and outside! Do you understand?" “Understood, yes, but why should I do this? I'm straight and I have a girlfriend, ”I whispered almost incomprehensibly. Johannes laughed scornfully, and then said: "Well, if you don't want to lubricate your asshole, we can fuck you dry!" Oh god, where did I maneuver myself into? Do they seriously want to fuck me? Are there condoms here? I don't have any. Be curious, the sequel will follow soon ...

Chapter 6. On the drive to the sex club, Sam kept working my boy’s cummy hole with his buttplug. We parked and pulled his shorts up, an obscene stain of wet seed oozing out around the plug. We went in the backdoor of a bar and down a steep flight of steps. Sam said to me, ‘I figured he’d like it anonymous, knowing how he feels about blindfolds and strangers’ cum.’ There was an attendant there checking names off a list. Sam confirmed that the cops had reserved a spot for my boy to take ten loads. They’d set up an ad with pics and told multiple men that they should save their loads for the guy in the red jockstrap. Sam led us down a dark hallway to a room with wooden partitions, waist high shelves and circular openings. He told me to wait there and took my boy around a corner. My boy’s legs came through the opening as he shimmied towards the opening, leaving his jockstrapped ass cheeks right at the edge and his legs hanging there. Sam strapped him into place on their side of the wall. I could hear Sam kissing my boy through the wall as I worked that buttplug in and out. I noticed a marker hanging on a cord right by my boy’s ass and shuddered when I realized guys might use it to tally up his load count. Sam appeared and I helped him hoist my boy’s legs into place, exposing his hungry hole. Sam pulled the plug out and pushed my face into the sloppy spillage oozing out. Several POZ loads mixed with ass juice. It tasted delicious. As I feasted on his ruined pussy, Sam smeared some seed on his fingers and forced them into my ass crack. I moaned as Sam tapped my shoulder, and I noticed several men milling about in the darkness. Sam took the cummy buttplug and lined it up with my ass. Already lubed with frothy cum, it slipped in, my boy’s assjuice and cum lube seeping into my own guts. One after another, the men walked up to my boy, worked their hands and cocks into him, leaving him more gaped and more cum-filled than he’d ever been, the whole while Sam teased my ass with that cummy plug. Ten men did indeed breed him that night, and Sam assured me that they were all toxic. He hung around and took photos of the raw dicks sliding into my boy’s greedy pussy. After every other guy, I lapped up what was pouring out of my boy’s ruined cunt. Man #1 – Short and just-this-side of heavy, olive skin, short fat uncut cock with hairy balls. Came deep inside as I massaged his furry sack. He left the first tick mark on my boy’s ass. Man #2 & 3 – They seemed like a couple, one older, one younger. The older guy was nearly bald, saggy pecs and butt, but a big, long slender dick. His partner slid into his ass while the older man rocked back and forth. He pulled out to shoot on my boy’s ass. It was runny and wet. The younger guy smeared his partner’s cum onto his dick and fucked it into my boy. Two more ticks. Man #4 – A really worked out guy with pumped up muscles, sweaty from head to toe. His dick was pretty small and spongey soft. With my boy’s hole so opened up, he mashed it into the cummy mess and my boy’s hole just engulfed it. He had a big biohazard tattoo between his shoulder blades. I was actively helping a man with a biohazard tattoo raw fuck my boy. He held still while my boy ground his ass onto it and then leaked his load out. Another tick mark. Man #5 – He was beefy, maybe mid-40s, shaved head, wearing a harness. Sam kissed him and guided his dick into my boy. He held the man’s harness and rammed him back and forth into my boy. As he filled my boy up, Sam kissed him hard, then whispered to me, ‘this is the cock that converted me. He’s still unmedicated…’ He was so sexy. As he made a stroke mark on my boy’s ass, bringing the load count to five, ‘Sam tells me you’re getting you boy POZ fucked and stretched out.’ I nodded. ‘Bring him over to my play den sometime. I’ll really stretch him out for you.’ I nodded, hoping Sam would make those arrangements. He added, ‘Your ass is begging for toxic seed too. When can I breed you?’ Sam told him we were still working up to that. Man #6 – Maybe a skater, slender tall guy with tight jeans. He shuffled them down just far enough to slide into my boy’s ass. When he finished, he pulled back. His whole crotch was soaked with seed. I only noticed the scorpion tattoo near his pubes as he started to pull his pants up. He made a new tick for my boy’s sixth load. Man #7 and #8 – The cops showed up, but they’d already bred my boy tonight, so they don’t count, even though they did slide in again, stirring up and churning all of that seed in my boy. They had brought along two friends. These guys were big and covered in tattoos. Sam told me later that they were on parole and the cops kept a close eye on them. They each filled my boy to the brim and each left a tick mark. The cops hung around, lapping at my boy’s pussy then tonguing my hole, lubing my plug up with strangers’ cum. Man #9 – A guy in his 20s, maybe still in college. He looked pretty geeky with floppy hair and glasses, but between his legs, he sported a huge cock. With my boy so stretched it, it slid right in. The guy smiled at me and brought my hands to his dangling low-hanging balls. The guy told me to put them in. I didn’t understand what he was asking, then realized he wanted me to put both his balls inside my boy. That was hot. With both his balls in my boy’s puffy cunt, the guy hammered away and lost his load. He hefted his balls out then wrapped his cock with his hand and put them both inside. He left another tick mark, pulled out with a torrent of seed, and walked away. Man #10 – This guy was hot, sunken cheeks. Big hairy saggy ass. He smiled at Sam, then looked at me. ‘Did you hear this pig’s story? Got himself a boyfriend. The boyfriend helped him become a real slut, even taking POZ loads. So nasty. Sounds like that boyfriend deserves to be filled with POZ cum too!’ My dick drooled at the thought. The man grunted and came deep inside my boy, leaving his load and a tenth tick mark. With ten loads churning in his hole, Sam helped me unlatch my boy’s legs. He suggested I offer the buttplug to my boy. I had forgotten it was even in me, alongside many POZ loads. I pulled it out and eased it into my boy. Sam went around and helped pull my boy back through the hole. I heard them kissing and whispering, something like, ‘Yeah, it’s time…’ The three of us kissed when they reappeared around the corner. Sam led us to a dark room with a double height fuckbench in the middle. Sam guided me to the lower level and had me lay on my shoulder with my ass up, exposing my stretched-out hole. Having been plugged all evening, I felt the cool air inside my own cunt. Sam helped my boy to the upper level, squatting over my open hole. Sam pulled the plug out of his pussy, and my boy released over ten toxic loads in a gush, directly into my own hungry ass. With my own hole fully loaded, Sam worked the plug into my ass and then produced an even bigger one and rammed it inside my boy. ‘There you go, boys. Now, both of you are filled with POZ cum. This is what you both wanted, yeah?’ Sam drove my car back to our place and spent the night. In fact, he spent the next several nights. He now comes by whenever he wants to. With both of our holes ready to accept all cummers, Sam regularly breeds both of us and often brings his friends. I love when a stranger lays down, my boy squatted over his cock, and I get to insert it right into his ruined hole. We still keep a jar of gloryhole seed; it makes the best lube. When I’m harvesting cum, I sometimes let guys cum inside me so I can squeeze it into the jar while my boy watches. I’m glad I was able to open my boy up to his darker fantasies, and that we now share them. The End.

Chapter 2. The next morning over breakfast, I asked my boy if he wanted me to stretch him out some more and try out some more cum play. He smiled across the table with that same shy mischievous grin, and then asked what I had in mind. I told him we’d be taking a few days off from rawfucking to get his hole relatively tight again, but we’d jerk off daily. Each time we came for the next few days, we shot our loads into a jar and kept it in the fridge. I know I added a load more than once a day and I’m sure he did too. By the weekend, the jar was obscenely splattered with a good half inch of our combined milky seed. I got my boy to lean back and lapped at his puckered ass, savoring its tightness. With no abuse, he was tighter than he’d been in months. I tongue fucked him as his hole began to relax and then dipped my fingers in the cum jar. Fresh from the fridge, the goo was cold and thick, but it did a great job of lubing his ass. It tasted so good and I loved how his greedy hole seemed to suck it in. In that moment, savoring the sight of his cum-lubed hole, I grabbed my phone and shot a few pics. I snapped as my raw cock, slimy with cum, slid into his hole. I got a great pic of his hole clinging outward as I reared back, then sucking in as I slammed forward. I shot a big load into him, but with his hole already so wet, it hardly made a difference. I knew I would stay hard for bit and pulled out to replace my cock with the dildo. I slid it’s full length into him. As he tried to dig his fingertips into his hole, I swatted them away and slid my own hard cock into him alongside that fake dick. He wailed, loving the sensation of having his ass split open by two cocks. He shouted out that he wanted to feel two real raw cocks in his ass. I got him to talk dirty and confess he wanted to feel two real raw cocks in his ass. ‘What about the lube,’ I asked. He moaned back begging for me to keep his ass full of cum. Of course, that made me come immediately and he blasted all over his chest without even touching his cock. As I smeared his seed onto my cock and fucked it back into him, I asked him if he was really sure of what he wanted. He almost seemed ashamed to admit it, but I smiled and told him that I was loving his piggy side coming out more and more. Her hung his head and sighed that he was afraid he’d keeping wanting more and more and not be able to stop, going as far as taking POZ cum. The thought of that clearly freaked him out as much as it turned him on. I hugged him and told him I’d be there to make sure he was safe, more or less, and could just enjoy the sex. Besides, taking two cocks at once wasn’t really so filthy. Now, ten, that’d be a different story. He just grinned at me playing with his sopping pussy, saying how hot it would be to take a load from a stranger and not even see his face. I asked how he’d feel about taking a load without knowing the guy’s status. His cock sprang right back to life and I slowly massaged his balls saying that guys who fuck raw are bound to take POZ seed sooner or later. I kept talking dirty until he came again, his thick load dripping down his shaft. We held each other as we drifted off to sleep, his ass leaking loads into a cool puddle on the bed, and me hatching a plan to get another guy’s cum and cock deep into my boy’s guts. To be continued...

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