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Welp here we go, the next chapter. It might be a while before I can work on Another sequences. So I hope everyone enjoys this one. ============================================================ Palm Springs tends to be known for being a wide flat area out in the desert heat. While much of it is flat, there is a ridge of rock hills along one side that numerous houses have been built into over the years. One such house was built of red brick baked in the sun for close to 50 years. It was large and jutted out from the rocky hills much like a castle. It was here that Max, Cameron and Keith had just pulled up to in the Bears big pickup truck. Looking at it, you’d think no one was home as most of the lights in the house seemed turned off, but the dozen or so cars parked out front showed a different story. As the truck parked, Max leaned over from the drivers seat toward Kieth. “Ok Kiddo, here’s what you need to know, this place has some of the wildest most depraved sex parties all year, and Pride Week tends to be the best of those. You’re young and horny and still finding things out, and that’s fine Kiddo. You’ve already crossed a couple of boundaries today I’m sure you never thought about before, and this here, this is one more. Going into that house, you going to be in a for a hot mess of guys all wanting to fuck and get fucked in the kinkiest ways possible, and before you ask, yeah, most of them are going to be POZ. If you want to back out, now is the time to do it.” Max said, his voice stern and serious, wanting to get the point across without scaring Keith. Keith looked at the house, he could feel the thump thump of music blasting even from the car. “You got two Toxic loads in you sexy, but me and Max have been off our meds for about a month or so. You come in with us, there’s going to be guys who have been off meds for years, or never been on them at all.” Cameron said as he reached out to stroke Keith though his sweat soaked shorts. Cameron grinned as he felt the kids cock throb at his last comment. “Yeah I know, Im scared, but I think I need this.” Keith said before giving a moan as Cameron stroked him. “Well, sounds good to me, let’s get going.” Max said as the three exited and walked toward the house. Coming up to a small enclosed patio, they stopped as a huge black bear of a man sitting by the door stood up. “Keith, i’d like you to meet the owner and host of this sex fest, Sigmund.” Cameron said as the enormous ebony man looked down at the three. He wasn’t wearing much, just a black leather biker jacket and a pair of jeans that were mostly unzipped and could barely contain what had to be an enormous black baby maker. Sigmund looked at the three and made a show of grabbing his crotch. “Yeah thats me, but everyone around here calls me ‘Big Sig’ and with good reason.” He said, fishing out a massive foreskin covered phallus and waving it around just long enough to get a gasp from Keith before stuffing it back into his pants. “Good to see you two here again, Max, Cameron, looks like you brought along some fresh meat for the fun. He Poz?” Sig asked as his gaze bore down into Keith. “Not yet, but thats probably going to change by tonight.” Max said, and Big Sig chuckled. “It will if I have anything to say about it. I’m watching the door for the next hour and after that, well, keep an eye out for me.” He said, fishing out his massive member again, the foreskin so wrinkled that even looking half hard, it seemed there was still an inch or so of skin covering the tip. Less than a foot away form it, Keith could catch a heavy musky scent coming from the hooded cock. He watched it hypnotically before Max and Cameron began to push him towards the door. Just before the went to open it, Sig reached out again. “Hey you guys hold up, I know you two won’t care much, but I should still let you know, Angel is at the party tonight, visiting from San Fran.” He said and Max turned around. “Angels here? Shit, I thought he died last year.” Max said, and Sig grinned. “Well, if you see him, jury is out on wether that might be true or not. Either way, if the kid is on the fence about getting knocked up, meeting Angel might be, educational for the pup.” He said as he turned back around. For Keith, who was about to ask what the deal was, the question was lost as the door opened and the three entered inside. On the other side, the first thing Keith noticed was the music, loud electronic dance music that boomed through the house. The second thing of course were the men. Just in the front part of the house, Kieth saw about a half dozen beefy men in various states of undress. The third thing was the interior. As much as Keith was their for perky sexy, he couldn’t help but notice that the inside of house seemed to have been frozen in time from the 1970s. Everything from a sunken couch area around a metal fire pit, to shag carpets to various hanging decorations. It was jarring enough to briefly district him from the riot of sex and debauchery going on around him. A firm swat to his ass by Cameron of course got his attention. “Ok kiddo, we both fucked you good earlier today, and I know how are seed has already made you hungry for more. But you’re young and got a good thick cock on you boy. Theres plenty of time for fun here, but we want to see what you can do.” Cameron said. “What do you mean?” “He means, before we find more guys to pump your guts full of toxic spooge, we want to see you fuck some holes on your own.” Max said and then leaned in close “If you end up carrying our Poz Babies, we want to make sure your going to be a good boy and spread our strain around to the next generation” He said, almost whispering it into Keiths ear as he heard the boy moan as Cameron chuckled. “You didn’t think we were coming here just to fuck you all night? We could do that at home Kiddo. Now, go out and find some nice ass to knock up and get your rocks off. It is just as good to give as to receive after all” Cameron said. Keith looked to the two hot Daddies, thinking how much he’d been corrupted in such a short amount of town. This morning he’d come to Palm Springs hoping to get a little action, and now here he was being seduced into possibly being infected with a serious disease, and then, spreading it to others. Keith turned to ask Max what they were planning on doing, turned, and suddenly found himself alone. The sounds of sex were everywhere, grunting, moaning, the sounds of wet skin slapping against skin. Keith felt overwhelmed, not sure where to start as everyone already seemed engaged. A sudden cry caught his attention from a darkened room he was passing. “FUCK I’M CUMMING! TAKE IT! TAKE MY CHARGED UP LOAD!” Keith stopped, though his heart started racing as he looked into the darkened room. Figures moved in the darkness and he could make out someone hunched over a body, the bottoms legs slung over the tops shoulders. The two were going at it on an old dirty mattress that was slung on an even older looking box spring that lay in the middle of the room. The guy on top made a loud grunt and began to shiver wildly as he unloaded. Keith entered in, his hand unconsciously moving to grip his own cock and started stroking it as the two in front of him were clearly gripped in orgasm. Stupefied by the sight before him, Keith find himself asking the obvious. “Fuck, are you cumming in him?” He said, immediately feeling like an idiot as his eyes got used to the almost pitch darkness. “Piss off kid, I’ve been waiting all day to Re-Charge this bugged up hole, don’t need a smart ass interrupting.” Said the man on top, occasionally grunting as he flexed his cock, clearly intent on getting every drop of cum into the bottoms ass. With his eyes adjusting, Keith could see them both a bit better. Both seemed much older then himself. The top had a husky but firm looking ‘dad bod’ with a bushy salt and pepper beard. The bottom, from what Keith could see, looked to be a skinny tattooed Latino guy. “Now now, don't be so horrible. He's clearly a newcomer, I’ll be he’s not been fucked himself yet,” The bottom said before turning to look at Keith, his face a dark red and sweaty. “Come on over here, this is all a bit new to you isn’t it, first Party like this?” The bottom said as he ground his ass a bit against the top, getting another moan. Keith watched, his own cock fully erect now. “Um yeah, kinda, I came here with two other guys that I met earlier today.” He said, now fairly close to the others, now sniffing the mix of sweat and cum and other juices that filled the small room. “AH, that makes more sense, you’re not a smartass, you’re just new aint you.” The top said , his voice speaking with a wheezing tone as pulled his dick out with a wet juicy slurping sound. Keith looked at it as it was still mostly hard, the cock slick with cum and juices. The top began to stroke it slowly, seeing Keith eyeing it, he squeezed out a few drops of cum from the tip. “Well new comer, the slut needing some fresh toxic loads over here is Joaquin, and I’m Traivs.” The older of the two said as they helped Joaquin up from the cum encrusted mattress. As soon as Joaquin was up, Travis wrapped his big thick arms around him, pressing his still drooling dick into their dripping ass. “I’m Keith,” he said lamely as he watched Travis run their big hands up and down the tattooed but smooth skinned body of Joaquin. “Well Keith, if you are at a party like this, You’re either Poz, or you’re looking to get Poz. And judging by how shy you still seem, I’m guessing your are still shooting blanks as it were.” Travis said, his voice still wheezing slightly, yet gruff and speaking in a tone of dominance that went down Keiths Spine. “Yeah not yet, I never thought about it before today, but, I’m kinda thinking about it now.” He said, looking at Travis molest and play with Joaquins body, twisting a nipple, or squeezing what Keith saw was a slender, yet very long foreskin covered cock. “If thats the case, why don’t you lay back and ride my Toxic Poz Pistol, my balls got plenty more lethal bullets to fire off for a young buck like you.” Travis said with a lewd grin. Keith swallowed nervously, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do, something about the bear made disagreeing almost impossible. Luckily, it was the latin who came to his rescue. “Ease off, you’ve promised all those toxic babies to me tonight remember? Besides, I think our boy is needing something else, aren’t you” He said, swishing over to Keith who realized, despite the tattoos, scares, and deeply tanned body, Joaquin was probably more of a queen than anyone else he’d met so far. Keith felt smooth fingers slid down to his cock and cup his balls. “How about you come over here and give my hole a try as well. I can promise it will be something you’ll never forget.” He said as he pulled Keith forward with one hand, and continued to stroke Keiths now drooling dick with the other. “Guessing you’ve not fucked anyone tonight? “ “Not yet, actually, not shot a load since this afternoon” Keith said as he gave a small moan as his sock was stroked. “Well you are in luck, this big gruff Poz Daddy loves to watch others fuck me up. So how about you get ready to add you own cum to my hungry poz pussy.” Joaquin said as Travis, almost, interrupted him but got a swift swat to the ass. “So tell you what, how about you come over here, and slide that nice young cock of yours up my drooling sex pit” he said as he once more laid back on the stained mattress, pulling his legs back to show off a slick ass. The ass looked tight, smooth, but knowing it was most likely full of infected POZ seed made Keith hesitate. “Thats, hot, but I’m not sure…” Keith started, but before he could say anything else, Travis had come up behind him and wrapped his big bear like arms around his body, pulling on a nipple. “Look just relax, if you are at a party like this, you shouldn’t be worrying about who you fuck or how. Your cock knows what it wants, so just be a good horn dog, and fuck this ass while it’s good and juicy.” Travis said as he worked on Keiths tits, seeing how much the boy moaned and shuddered from them. In Keiths mind he was having another crisis of hesitation. The ass in front of him was clearly Poz, and the cum dripping out was also infected, and yet, as he moaned and felt his cock twitch, a voice told him he’d already done this once before when he Fucked Daddy Max. What was one more fuck. With a grunt he slumped forward, and easily sunk balls deep into Joaquins sloppy ass. Joaquin moaned as he pulled his ass forward and then back, and back again, fucking himself onto Keith's erection. "Fuck that feels good!!” Keith moan, grunting under his breath but certainly loud enough for the others to hear, as he began to thrust his hips, slowly and gently at first, fucking Joaquin. Each thrust making a wet, sloppy sucking sound from the ass he was fucking. “See how good it feels? Poz Cock, Poz Ass, it all feels better than being Neg. You’re going to find this out.” Travis said, sliding his hand onto Keiths well toned ass, the top third of which was bare as his boxers were sliding down a bit by now. Watching the kid fucking, Travis slid his fingers down and started exploring his ass crack, pushing his boxers down even further as Travis pushed a fat finger into Keith tight yet yielding ass. "Oh Fuck! I think I'm gonna…UNGH! I’m going cum!” Keith exclaimed, as his body started to jerk suddenly, his asshole spasmed tight around Travis beefy finger. Keith gave another deep moan and grabbed Joaquin's hips, and began to fuck deeply and erratically, jerking into the sloppy poz hole as he unloaded his negative seed. “Oh yeah there you go. Just let it go neg boy - cum inside him. Good boy. Shoot out all your neg seed.“ Travis said, as he continued to work his finger deeper up Keiths throbbing ass. His cheeks clenching as he continued to cum, Keiths hips hammering hard into Joaquin, unloading his cum into Joaquin's poz infected sex pit. "Oh, fuck, yeah, fuck, fuck...' Keith grunted as he came, grinding his cock into Joaquin's guts. "Good boy," Travis praised again, letting Keith slowly come down off his orgasm as he started to stroke his own cock again, now quite firm after watching the fun. “Shit boy, you done make me good and horny again.” He said as he watched Keith give a final grunt and pull out. Cum dripping off his cock, which was still rock hard and pulsing. Travis whistled at the sight, admiring the young stud. Joaquin meanwhile reached for a plug that was behind the bed and, with a well practiced motion, slipped it in his hole with a wet juicy pop. “Mmmmmm Only thing better than a hot load up my guts, is two hot loads.” He said as he stroked his belly with one hand, while sucking the cum off his fingers from the other. “Too right, of course, there is something else just as good as getting two loads, it’s giving two loads.” Travis said as Keith suddenly felt the heat of a large, pointed, and dripping dick at his ass. “How about it boy? You just had your dick deep up a Poz ass flooded with infected seed. The bug is probably already up inside you, why not just let Uncle Travis take it one step further.” Keith gasped and leaned forward, he wanted to say no, but as he felt the cock push against his ass, he realized it felt too good to stop. This was it, he was going to get Poz Fucked.

MY NEPHEW AT THE GAY NUDE BEACH— You may have read my previous account of one of the times my young nephew stayed at my place and I introduced him to the joys of adult bookstores and video arcades and glory holes. He was instantly a big fan. But, at his age, he’s definitely a big fan of sex in general, any time and any where. I discovered that he had never been to a nude beach, so, last weekend, on a Saturday, we drove down to the San Gregorio gay nude beach. It’s been a nude beach since 1966, and the beach-goers are predominantly gay men. The men are in the habit of building driftwood “forts” on the sand, each one delineating a personal space for its occupant(s). The parking lot and access road are privately owned, and an admission fee is charged. The beach itself is public property. The weather there is always a gamble, with some days completely fogged in, and cold and windy, and other days are sunny and warm. I knew that, if the weather was clear, the beach would be crowded on a Saturday, so we got there early. The man who was collecting the admission fee to the parking lot seemed very skeptical about my nephew’s age. He hadn’t brought ID, so it looked like there might be trouble. But, I slipped the man a $20 bill and I told him that was how old my nephew was. We cobbled together 2 driftwood “forts,” side by side. I had brought along what I called, “my lucky shirt which had large block letters spelling out, “FUCK ME.” I tacked it to a piece of driftwood and placed it up high between our 2 driftwood forts where anybody walking by could clearly see it, and, hopefully act on it. The fog was starting to burn off so I could tell that it was going to be a good beach day. I gave each of us a good strong booty bump. Then, we kicked back and blew clouds while we waited for the crowd to arrive. We didn’t have to wait long. I could see a muscular, middle aged man down at the far end of the beach, walking in our direction. As he got closer, I was sure he could see our, “FUCK ME” sign. At first, he was walking down by the water, but suddenly, he veered up closer and closer to where my nephew and I were, our heads down and our asses up. His first words, referring to the, “FUCK ME” sign, were, “Is this for real ?” I said, “Sure. Your choice. Take your pick.” Of course he chose my nephew. Young, smooth, and cute ? Who wouldn’t make that choice ? Little did he know that I had brought my camera, and I was recording the whole scene. My nephew was lying on his back, legs up and back while the guy fucked him. My nephew could see me with the camera, but the guy fucking him was face down, so he didn’t see me. Luckily, my nephew didn’t say anything. He just let out a high pitched moan with every thrust of the guys fat cock into my nephew’s hole. When the guy started gasping, I knew that he was going from pounding my nephew’s ass to pumping it full of cum. After he pulled out, he said, “Thanks, guys. That was hot !” Imagine that. A nice guy as well as being a hot fuck. Now, I could see a lot more men trudging down the beach and claiming spare driftwood to build their own forts. Quite a few of them noticed our, “FUCK ME” sign and pointed and laughed, all in good fun. I was sure that some of them would stop by later on to check us out a little more closely. My first fuck of the day was a homely fat guy with an equally big fat dick. Many times I’ve said that a big dick can make up for a lot of ugly. LOL. Plus, I don’t discriminate, especially when I’m spun on crystal. He sure was heavy, lying on top of me, but I was loving having his big prick stretching my hole and making me take it deep while I hit the poppers, again and again. The bonus was that he was a really heavy cummer, too. Thumbs up ! Whenever either one of us was getting fucked, it always drew a small group of men who gathered close, stroking their dicks and checking out the action, their camera phones up and constantly recording. Some of them just wanted to watch and some of them were waiting for their turn to fuck my nephew or me. Although I’m still pretty good looking and I’m still in pretty good shape, there’s no comparison to how hot my young nephew is. His ass was the prize that most of them wanted. And, good for him. I’m really proud of him. When it was time to go, I recovered my lucky, “FUCK ME” shirt, and I shoved a butt plug up my nephew’s hole to keep the huge amount of cum from running down his legs. The final count was 2 loads for me and 6 for my nephew ! He asked me if we were coming back tomorrow.

10. I lay back on my bed. My hole was leaking with another load from Adam (I had somewhat regrettably learned the twinks name when he put his info in my phone) and Chris. Chris had turned up at my door a few hours before, saying his wife and her sister had gone up to Cape Canaveral with the kids, and he had the morning free. One look at his bare torso and bulging shorts had me hard and I dragged him inside. He’d proceeded to tear off my clothes and toss me on the bed. His beard felt rough on my ass cheeks as he at me out and prepped me for his fat cock. Within fifteen minutes of him turning up at my door his cock was inside me. A half hour after that he was flooding my guts with another thick hot load. Five minutes after that he was gone and I was texting Adam. Your uncle just pumped another big load into me if you didn’t go off with your family, I typed. Why do you think I said no and hung out by the pool? Be right there. Less than an hour after Chris had knocked on my door Adam’s tongue was deep in my ass pulling his uncle’s load out of me. “I fucking love your slutty hole,” he’d said to me as he shot his load. Then he was gone too. I felt used. Used by Chris to satiate his need for some gay sex outside of his seemingly heterosexual marriage, and used by Adam to fulfill his fantasy of fucking his uncle’s sloppy seconds. I wondered if Adam’s fantasies went further than just hooking up with someone his uncle had fucked. Did he want to be the one his uncle was fucking. I imagined Adam’s big dick bouncing as he rode Chris’s fat cock. The twink’s mostly smooth body contrasted with Chris’s beautiful bear physique. Or was the actual act too far for both of them? My cock throbbed thinking about it, and just as I started to stroke my own shaft there was another knock on the door. Was Chris already back for more? Should I tell him who else’s load was inside me? I padded over to the door, still naked and answered it. It wasn’t Chris. Jack was standing there in an A line shirt and cutoff jeans with a big grin on his face. “I saw the twink from number three sneaking back down the path when I was putting the pool chairs out. Does that mean what I think it means?” “That I’ve got a load from him and the married bear inside me right now? Yes it does.” “Good,” he growled and pushed me inside. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me to his chest. Instinctively I tipped my head up to him and met his lips with my own. Our tongues intertwined for a minute as he held me close. I sunk into the warmth of his body, clinging to his big strong arms. “All these men filling you up… I have to reclaim my territory. Remind you how much you love daddy’s cock.” “I could never forget that. You and Danny will always be my first choice and priority.” “Good boy. Why don’t you prove that to daddy and get me hard.” I fell to my knees and undid his shorts. As always he had no underwear on and as I pulled the zipper down his spectacular bush burst out. I could see the outline of his cock through the fabric jutting off to the side already hard. As his shorts fell to the ground his dick sprung forward, bobbing slightly after almost slapping against Jack’s stomach. His dick tasted slightly of sweat, and I gobbled it down greedily. He pulled his shirt off over his head exposing his strong hair covered body. I gazed up at the hairy chest that had started my awakening. I slathered his cock with spit, getting it ready for my hole. Jack’s hands rested lightly on the back of my head, fingers entwined in my hair as I slurped on his rod. A light smile danced across his face, his eyes half closed with pleasure. I bobbed my head forward and back, taking his full length into my mouth. His cock was easy to suck, not because it was small or even average, even after these past months I still marveled at the size. No, it was easy because I was used to it. Having his dick inside my mouth felt like returning to some comfort zone. It was easy to get lost in the pleasure of swallowing his perfect cock. Jack, however, wasn’t going to be satisfied with just my mouth. After while he broke me out of my reverie and pulled me to my feet. He held me for a long moment looking right into my eyes, and then kissed me tenderly. His lips brushed against mine and lingered for a second before parting. His tongue slipped forward with less aggression than before. He had one hand on my cheek, the other on my shoulder as he pressed himself to me. I lay my naked body against his and felt the warmth of his flesh against mine. These moments had been happening more and more with Jack and Danny. Moments that weren’t about our lust, but felt tender and had a weight to them. A few days ago, Danny had kissed me softy as he left the pool after we’d set up the chairs. It hadn’t led to anything it was just a kiss. Yet, it felt like it meant something. It all felt like it meant something. A something that I refused to allow myself to imagine until it became true. Jack’s lips brushed against my neck and I quivered under his touch. “Thank you daddy,” I said in a breathless whisper. “For what?” “Taking such good care of me.” He took my chin in his hand and made me look him in the eye, “You’re our boy, we’ll always take care of you.” His kissed me again, then in one slick move swept me up into his arms and carried me into the bedroom. I was lightly deposited on the mattress, and then Jack swung my legs towards him. He spread them so he could move between them. He climbed onto the bed, his massive torso towering over me. I ran my hands over his chest, twisting my fingers into the hair. With my thumb nail I flicked lightly at his nipples, earning a low growl from the beautiful bear above me. My legs had swung up on either side of his shoulders, my knees were now pressed to my chest, and I felt the head of Jack’s cock brush against my slick hole. He bent down and kissed me, still with the same tenderness as before. He was smiling at me, a look of contentment etched across his face. “David, you know we mean it when we say we will take care of you right?” “I think so.” “Believe it. We will.” He pressed his dick forward. The pressure at my hole mounted. “Yes daddy.” “Good boy.” He pushed inside me. We both moaned. His cock slid home with no effort. My hole accepting him without resistance. This man had helped me learn who I truly am, and this cock being inside me had been no small part of that. It felt like home. My hole could have been completely dry and he still would have slid in with ease. I closed my eyes, laid my head back and let the pleasure of being fucked by Jack wash over me. Wave after wave of endorphins crashed around my body, sent careening about by the powerful thrusts of Jack’s dick. His hips forced him deeper and deeper, carving out my hole. It wasn’t a slow soft fuck, but it wasn’t aggressive either. Jack was fucking me hard, and powerfully, but also with passion. He kept his eyes locked on my face, taking in how my expression changed with each thrust. His arms were wrapped around my torso, and our chests were close together. I could feel his chest hair just tickling my nipples and he fucked me. My toes were curling. It didn’t matter how deep it had felt Adam had gotten, Jack’s cock hit spots inside me that he alone could hit. I locked my arms together around his neck keeping us close. He wetted his lips and pressed our mouths together again. Our tongues intertwined, now more frantic. Heat built up around his. The room felt hot. “God daddy, nothing feels as good as your cock.” “I know boy. Your hole is a perfect fit for my dick. It just welcomes me in every time.” “I could take you forever. It feels good to be a slut, but…” “But what?” Our mouths were less than an inch apart. His breath played across my lips as he spoke in a hushed whisper. “Being your boy is the best. It feels perfect. Its all I want.” “Good boy.” He gave me a few extra hard thrusts to hammer his point home. “Fuck me daddy!” “You know all you ever have to do is ask.” He pushed himself up and grabbed my ankles. Holding my legs spread wide he started to fuck into me deeper. A bead of sweat made a winding path through the forest of his chest hair. My eyes rolled back, and I started to whimper. My hole took his assault with practiced ease. I felt only pleasure. As he bucked deeper into my I felt a pressure in my stomach, a building ache like I had to pee. I knew this feeling. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. As the last bit of air left my lungs my orgasm erupted from my balls like a volcano. Ribbons of cum shot into the air, splattering down on my heaving torso where they became puddles and rivers across my body. I was shaking with the force of it, and all the while Jack kept a steady rhythm going. Slowly, as my orgasm subsided, Jack picked up speed. He grunted, and pressed my legs up towards my shoulders. He was hammering down into me. My whole body felt like it was on fire, my nerves made more sensitive in the wake of my own ejaculation. “Please daddy, please! Jack! Fuck me! Give me your load. Fill me up!” “Fuck boy… Jesus… Fuck… Take…” he reared forward, his chest thrust high, his hips buried into me. He flung his head back and let out a roar. I felt him shudder, and then throb. His member swelled inside of me as his balls tightened up to his body and then with the force of a fire hose expelled their contents. Heavy volleys of cum pumped into me. We were both panting as sweating. Jack gave me a few more slow thrust as the last of his cum was shot into me. I felt the heat from his load spread through my body. A blanket of satisfaction decided over me. It was like being wrapped up in the comfortable thought that this was my safe place, this feeling was never going to go away. Jack fell onto the bed next to me, still panting. He lay one large paw in the middle of my chest. His fingers played in the puddles of cum that had collected on my naked flesh. “Danny said we should do something special and official, and we still can, but,” he said, looking deep into my eyes, “I feel like you need to hear this.” “What?” “When we say you will always have a place here, we don’t just mean that figuratively, or lightly. You were only supposed to be here this summer while working for Sarah… and then… well… David, what I’m trying to say, and doing a rather bad job of it is this,” he propped himself up on one elbow, his other hand still on my chest drawing slow circles in the cum, “we want you to say… here. We want you to say here, and to offer you a job. Well, the job is just more of a formality and a cover for your family. But we want you to stay here with us. There’s an unused flat under ours by the pool that we want to do up and you can stay there… for as long as you want to stay with us.” “Are you serious?!” “Absolutely. You’ll still have your own place, and we’ll pay you well so you can do as you like, but we want to have a relationship with you. You’ve brought so much to our lives already, and its been amazing to watch you blossom over these past months. I can’t imagine not being here to see who you become over the next few years… decades. You don’t have to decide right now, but I felt it was important to…” “Yes! Absolutely, one hundred percent yes! I want to say! I want to be with you both! Oh my God you have no idea!” He pulled me into a kiss. His lips lay against mine and passionate electricity crackled between us. The thing I’d been feeling, that shift, that extra spark in our interactions exploded. It burst into being fully formed and perfect clarity. Romance. Feelings. Attraction. It was the extra things. I had fallen for these two, not just sexually, but romantically and they me. I’d never been in love before, but I was almost certain in that moment that this had to be what it felt like. My heart was thudding in my chest, and I felt like my mind was reeling. If this had been a cartoon little hearts would have been spinning around my head. Jack broke our kiss. His hand rested on my cheek. He looked deep into my eyes and smiled bigger than I’d ever seen him smile. “There is one thing though.” “What’s that?” I tried to sound like my stomach hadn’t just dropped ten stories. “I’m going to tell you the same thing I told Danny when we got together way back when. Just because we're together now doesn’t mean everything changes. I want you to still be the biggest slut you want to be. Keep fucking, keep exploring, keep pushing yourself; and most importantly of all, keep telling us your fantasies. We want to make all of them come true.”

Chapter 25: Seed Planted Sadly a month had passed, and Marc hadn't converted. My step dad and I had plans to change that at the campground though. Dad and I got up early to pack the car and head to the campground where he had booked an early arrival. We packed a number of toys, and an extra toothbrush just in case. The first night would be just the three of us, but Saturday would be a Pig Fest. Marc would only get seeded by my step dad and I, but my friend and his dad, and even my real dad would be there fucking each other too. Marc also got up and headed to the campground early. He arrived and found our cabin. Dad and I were laying on the bed discussing our plans. We wanted to fuck badly, but felt it was more important to save our toxic seed for Marc. Marc stripped to his jock strap. The pouch was straining from his rock hard cock, and a wet spot had already appeared. My step dad said he knew he wanted our virus, and that we would be the only ones breeding him that weekend. Marc got super excited when we told him Saturday would be a pig fest, however the only loads up his ass would be from us. The only cum he was allowed was by sucking cock and feltching loads from the other pigs there. I told Marc he would be tempted to get seeded by others, but he knew he was committed to being infected by us. Marc said let's get started. I told him to take his jock off, and retrieve his brushes and get into the sling. Marc was super excited as he had never bern fucked in a sling before. He set his toothbrush and bottle brush on the table next to the several bottles of poppers already on the table. He got into the sling, and I handed him the toothbrush and told him he knew what to do. He quickly inserted the toothbrush in his hole and started brushing himself. My step dad and I encouraged him to tear up his hole for our toxic seed. After a few minutes Marc pulled the brush from his hole, and there was a slight tinge of blood on it. I told Marc his commitment needed to be stronger. He inserted the brush again, and my step dad told him to twist it while brushing to make sure his entire insides were torn and more accepting for our seed. The twisting did the job, as when Marc pulled the brush out the second time is was bloodied quite well. My step dad told me to take over, and Marc got the brushing of his life. When I pulled the brush from his ass, not only was it a deep red, a bit of blood seeped out of his ass. He was definitely ready for our seed. My step dad told me I got the first honors. I told Marc to hit the poppers as he was going to get fucked beyond his wildest dreams. He took a good hit, and I slammed my cock in him balls to the wall. He yelped some as I went past his second hole. My step dad reminded me not to shoot deep inside him as he knew he wasn't torn up past his second hole. Both my dad and I were very verbal with Marc having him tell us how much he wanted our toxic seed, and how our virus would soon be living and growing in him. As I was breeding him, my step dad was jacking Marc's cock. It wasn't long before Marc shot a huge load on his chest. My step dad then scooped his creamy load up with his fingers and feeding it to Marc telling him to enjoy his last negative load. My step dad then licked the remaining cum from his stomach, and kissed me sharing his negative seed. I smiled and said it would taste better once poz. I felt my nut sack pulling up, and knew I would come soon. I started thrusting faster and less deep, telling Marc to tell me how much he wanted my poz seed. He begged me for it intensly, and he got what he begged for. When I pulled out, my bloodied cum dripped from his ass, which we quickly plugged. I told Marc to get out of the sling and clean my bloodied cock. To his suprise, I also started to piss in his mouth. He was a good pig, swallowing all of my piss, not spilling a drop. We then laid together on the bed before my step dad took over.

Went over to RR last night, but it was the monthly "Pig Party" event; I wouldn't have bothered if I'd remembered. Not that it isn't fun - it is - but the place is so crammed full of guys that it's not as much "fun" as normal nights. The pool table was off limits to the Breeding crowd, so I just went back to pig alley (they'd already run out of my favorite beer) and found a place to watch the parade. Close by, there was a group of friends going on about this or that, and one of them was loudly talking about how he "lived" at Slammer, knew the owners, blah blah blah. I tapped him on the shoulder and asked if maybe he could ask the owners to enlarge the darkroom. There are two gh cubicles next to the darkroom which are hardly every used, since they're "off the beaten path" and we could really use more space in the darkroom. He said he would .... we'll see. There was another guy who was standing against the wall opposite me dressed in a "pup-hood" and what appeared to be a multi-colored kilt - which he pulled down so his Cock was hanging out. That's all the crowd needed, and a number of men blocked the entire passageway sucking it, licking his chest, etc, etc. Unfortunately, his Cock never did get hard though, and he finally wandered away. A barback had to get some ice for the cooler in the backbar, but couldn't get through, so he threw some ice at the jammed up crowd ahead of him .... that was entertaining for a few minutes, but pretty thin gruel, so I finished my beer and went over to the other pig alley (behind the building next door - a used-furniture store), It was full of guys fucking each other, and waited in line for my turn on the sweetest, beautiful Nubian Prince I'd seen in a while. Completely naked, brilliant smile, beautiful body, and he turned around to suck the remnants of loads off the Cock that had just bred him, thanking the guy for his load. While the rest of his body was hairless, his Hole wasn't, and it was a total pleasure to put my mouth on/tongue in it. I've made it no secret that I love cumdumps, and this one was spectacular, in that it didn't take me long to add my load to the sweet mix. So that was it for Saturday night, and while the "count" wasn't what it usually is, I have no complaints whatsoever.

I feel I must follow up on this post.... in 2001 (five years after I fired my doctor) I got very sick and went to a new doctor at the urging of friends. It was determined that I had 33 T-cells. However, there were newer meds available which appeared to be working for people so I went on the first of a number of cocktails at that time and have remained on some sort of HIV cocktail since, with the exception of one self-prescribed drug holiday which was a really dumb idea and very nearly killed me. For most of the last 20 years I have maintained a Zero viral load and decent T-cells in the 300-400 range. But I still believe the decision to stop AZT treatment in 1996 was the right one and attribute my survival to that choice.

Battle Buddies Chapter 26 “Conclusions?” Major Collins asked after Potter finished his debrief. He took some time to think. Most of it he already put together while he and Battles trekked back to their camp. “The Bravos’ strategy was effective for this target, but only because the size of the compound was manageable for a single Platoon. Leaving a rear guard of several squads kept their enemy from converging again, then allowed their forward elements to focus on breaking through. Casualties were minimized for the attacking force, and enough defense troops were neutralized that focusing entirely on their objective was possible. I think it would have gone differently if weapons were used. The lack of cover on approach would have made it a slaughter without another attacking force drawing the defense away from entry points. Also, weapons would have brought the rooftops into play allowing better coordination of the defense as well as domination of the entire battlefield. The Bravos would have had to engage at a distance, at least initially, slowing the pace of the battle considerably, and allowing the defenders more time to modify their plan on the fly. The chaos after initial contact and separation of the defense forces worked against the Charlies. It appeared as if the Charlies didn’t have a secondary plan in place if initial contact didn’t proceed as expected. They were unprepared, too confident in the superior position their fortified defense provided, too reliant on having the time and ability to pass battlefield orders.” Major Collins gave a short negative shake of his head. “You think. Suppositions and conjecture have no place in your information. If you aren’t sure, it doesn’t make it into your report. If more weapons were a factor, or their application, then relate that in a decisive way.” But then he nodded. “Knowing all this, what would you change about the Charlies’ decisions?” Battles spoke up first. “There was no reason they should have let the Bravos dictate dividing up the defense into smaller groups. They were already surrounded. That was the mistake, not anything that happened after.” Potter looked at his friend. “That was the scenario, the conditions of the drill. You can’t change that.” Battles shrugged. “Why not? The Charlies had the intel that an attack was imminent hours before engagement. The drill started then, not when contact was made. They allowed their enemy to surround them, gave them ground without putting a plan in place to compromise that advantage. That was fucking stupid. No one told them to allow themselves to be surrounded. The conditions of the exercise said there would be an attack on the compound and to prepare a defense. That was it. Their defense plan could have started right that minute. They could have sent up to half their forces out of the compound long before the Bravos converged and forced the Bravos to face a pincer or deal with the flanking force first. I sure wouldn’t leave an enemy at my back. Instead, the Charlies probably thought they’d been given a gift of hours to develop a plan of defense. And they squandered it by doing nothing while they waited for the enemy to come to them.” “And how would acting sooner have changed the outcome?” Major Collins asked. “The Bravos wouldn’t have had the forces to surround the compound, leaving the Charlies a path for retreat or reinforcement at the very least.” Battles said. “And the Bravos’ ability to penetrate to the objective would be in serious doubt without that additional manpower because they would have had to choose one or two attack vectors instead of a perimeter wide simultaneous attack.” Major Collins once again relaxed to recline his beefy body back against his pack. “Excellent breakdown. Your information gathering and surveillance of the battlefield was well done, the progression of the attack was conveyed in clear, concise way, your evaluations and conclusions are well supported. But you’ve failed. Tell me why.” Potter scowled. His eyes darted over the mock compound made out of rocks and pine cones on the ground. He looked at Battles who was also scowling. He didn’t speak. He didn’t want to say anything wrong. The Major grunted. “Nothing?” He paused for an answer. “Alright. Get some sleep. I have another mission for you in a few hours.” ****************** WEEBLE He knew he should return to the hidden lair where Mole was waiting, but he wanted to watch at least the start of the exercise. Part of him was excited to tell Mole what he’d discovered. The other part wanted to be with his brothers. He felt kinda good that he was able to sneak up on Sleeper and scare him. Ordinarily he wouldn’t be that good, but Sleeper’s distraction made it way easier than it should have been. Maybe that’s part of it. He thought to himself. Inattention and distraction of the enemy. He resolved to ask Mole. Oh! I just ‘bout did it to myself! Whisperman was still out here. Yeah that would suck, getting knifed while patting yourself on the back for how awesome you were at sneakin around. He found a relatively concealed position that covered his back so he could watch the battle for the compound. He settled into a nice little pine straw and leaf mound. He didn’t have long to wait, less than ten seconds, before the sharp POP POP POP of weapons fire broke the night. Small caliber, his ear told him, maybe a .22, definitely a sidearm. He wore the night vision optics that he’d stolen from the underground warehouse, but they were tilted up on his forehead and inactive. In Germany the Bravos had a week of night operations instruction which included basic familiarity with night vision gear. Before then he thought all Infantry had access to whatever special gear was available but that assumption was destroyed when he found out no one in the Bravos had training in their use either. It turned out all that fancy stuff you saw in the movies was only available to special units. Most of the reason was money. Regular Infantry didn’t get no secret missions deep in enemy territory surrounded by jungles and crazy stuff. You got the gear for the job you had. And sometimes, you didn’t even get all that and had to fight without it. As Sarge said, the Army expected you to fight with a gun and your boots, and anything else was a luxury. From the small rise he occupied, he could see a good portion of the perimeter and watched as multiple teams of Bravos ran forward to where matching teams of Charlies waited in hidden positions. But not all the Bravo teams moved initially, holding back for a secondary assault. It felt strange watching it all happen from a distance. He knew just by how they moved who was who, saw Zeus’ huge form and Sleeper’s only slightly less huge form run towards the buildings. Across the compound he saw Troll, Olympic and Footlong running, and not far away from them was Eagle and Chunk. He didn’t think that team was gonna get anywhere, Eagle didn’t see much point in giving maximum effort most of the time. He did alright, but you could tell he thought being a grunt wasn’t good enough for him. And without good support, poor Chunk was going down too. Silent, AF and Cellblock ran fast, two forward one rear, on another vector. He chuffed with humor, thinking ‘vector’ wasn’t a word he’d ever thought he’d use, but damned if it didn’t just worm its way into his brain after all his training and instruction. Dimples and Alaska matched the speed of the others and Weeble felt a moment of pride that even though no one was near the others, they moved as a synchronized unit perfectly timed for simultaneous contact. Maybe it was an accident, or coincidence. Another word he felt stupid using - coincidence. It meant the same as accident only fancy. And then the lights went out. He scrambled to flip his optics down and switch them on. It was all dark, he couldn’t see nothin’. Damn things were useless! Batteries dead or somethin’. Well, he needed to get back to Mole anyway. He flipped the optics back up and retreated from his position with slow, deliberate movements. He didn’t question the spark of danger that jolted him to action, diving to his left in a shoulder roll that brought him back to his feet in two seconds. “Not bad. But you still let us sneak up on you, little puppy.” The coarse gravel of Whisperman’s voice sent a chill through him. He knew Mole was watching from his hideout fifteen yards away. His makeshift ghillie was now ruined from his frantic dive. Mole wasn’t going to save him, not that it was necessary since he now knew Mole and Whisperman worked together. Whisperman wasn’t going to kill him. But another cut wasn’t out of the question. For the first time he was able to see the Whisperman. Not the man himself, but his rough figure. No wonder Weeble had never caught him. He looked like one of those bushes with the tiny leaves that were everywhere here in the woods. His camouflage was complete. How many hours did it take him to do that? “Get your night eyes back in position, little puppy.” Whisperman continued. “This time, try flipping open the lens cover.” GodDAMMIT! Lens cover. So that daylight or bright lights didn’t fry the electronics. He smashed the feeling of being stupid down as he repositioned the optics and opened the cover, revealing the details of the night in shades of eerie green. Another GODDAMMIT went through his head as he realized Whisperman had been watching him for longer than he’d realized if he saw him messin’ with his optics. “We’re exposed up here. Why are you in the open, Hammer?” Mole’s calm voice from behind Weeble, startling him even more. “They aren’t looking at the woods, Mole. You don’t need to protect your little pet, I’m not gonna hurt him. Much. Got my own pet now.” Whisperman replied. Weeble saw Bootlicker crouching behind Whisperman. He didn’t look like he was a prisoner. And he didn’t look hurt, which sent a wave of relief coursing through Weeble’s chest. Weeble chanced taking his eyes off Whisperman for a split second to glance back at Mole. He was squatting so that his profile didn’t appear above the rise that looked down upon the compound. “We need to go home. Can’t do anything while the mice are scurrying. Weeble’s got intel for us, I’m sure.” Mole said in a slow, bored tone. Weeble locked eyes with Bootlicker even though Bootlicker wasn’t exactly focused on him because he didn’t have no optics. A satisfied thrill went through him, at the thought he pulled a Bootlicker when Bootlicker himself hadn’t. “Yeah, let’s go home. Got lots to tell ya.” Weeble said, his smug grin bleeding through to his voice. He didn’t know where home was, but Bootlicker didn’t know that either, now did he? He saw Bootlicker’s arm flick and the knife flew to thud between his feet before his mind registered that his brother just threw a knife at him. Filled with confidence, Weeble bent down and pulled the knife out of the dirt. “Thanks Bootlicker! Can always use another one.” He said, putting the knife inside his blouse. The look on Bootlicker’s face was priceless. He still didn’t get it that Weeble could see everything with his optics, even the puzzled shock on his face. “Let’s go.” Mole said. Weeble didn’t even stop to think that he’d turned his back on Whisperman without a single fear until he’d followed Mole for a good ten steps. Yeah, fuck you, sicko. You and Bootlicker are better together. He didn’t stop grinning the whole way home. And every time his instincts told him to move, he skipped or hopped ahead without looking back. That fucker wasn’t gonna take another notch out of him, let him bleed Bootlicker for a while. ***************************** BOOTLICKER What had gotten into Weeble? That knife should have made him squeal and jump. And the confidence in his voice? Bootlicker was just messing with him, trying to show off for Hammer, and Weeble was close enough for Bootlicker to feel like he could get the knife to sink right between the little guy’s feet, even in the dark. They weren’t that far apart so he felt like his practice would pay off. And he executed it perfectly. Besides, real world situations were best to internalize a skill. He nailed it. But Weeble hadn’t even moved. Not a flinch or gasp of surprise. And his ridiculous camouflage. Nothing like Hammer’s, who looked like a shrub. Weeble was just covered with forest garbage. He looked like a pile of crap the wind had blown up against some rock during a storm. Still, in the dark like they were, he knew if Weeble went to ground he’d have to step on him to know he was there. He’d have to try it out, to see if he could hide like that. His foot crunched a dead stick in the path and he immediately felt a sting on his ear. “You better pay attention, recruit. I lo-o-ove teaching lessons.” Hammer grated. “Whatever you got in your head, get rid of it. There’s ONE thing you think about now, and that’s where you put your feet. The next one will really hurt, and I will enjoy it twice as much.” Two flicks later, and one shallow stab to the hip and they finally reached a hole in the ground covered by a leaf strewn tarp. It didn’t escape his notice that every time Hammer stepped forward to give a knife flick to Weeble, his brother somehow took an extra step, a little faster, and Hammer missed. Weeble didn’t even look back. It looked like Hammer just picked the wrong moment. Bootlicker felt like his skills were falling behind, and that didn’t feel good at all. Pay attention. He thought to himself. ************************* ASSMUNCH He was too tired, beaten, and sore to care when the ape came through the door for the fourth time and grabbed him off his cot. “Stand up.” Like hell. He was going to get a beating no matter what level of cooperation he gave. He no longer cared. After the first time, the ape hadn’t beaten his face and he felt like maybe the swelling had gone down a little. Small mercies. Through each ordeal, it was thoughts of Kevin, of his dad, Tim, and his mom that kept him going, taking his mind away enough to push the punishment to his body far enough away that he could ignore it. He knew it was possible he was having a psychotic break with reality, but again he couldn’t bring himself to care. The second time, after they’d let him sleep for a bit, he’d done as the ape asked only to get a knee to the groin and a bone shaking fist to the ribs. After that, the ape strung him up to hang from a suspicious hook in the concrete ceiling to continue his beating. The worst part? The ape didn’t talk. Just used him as a punching bag. Then when he’d had enough, or the ape got bored, he would be released and the other guy, the interrogator, would enter and ask him his questions. “What has Collins tasked you with? I know you have a mission. What is it?” He didn’t answer the man. After the second beating he learned that saying anything, even a sarcastic response, just weakened his resistance. “What were you sent here to learn?” The question was one he’d already answered, and he’d answered honestly. So this time he began making the outside world disappear. Part of it was the need to mentally escape. Did people have psychotic breaks on purpose? He’d always thought it happened subconsciously but he was deliberately seeking it out. Was it an actual psychotic break when you were in control of it? Reality was whatever you decided it was. The more you believed something mattered, the more real it became. If you viewed something as a barrier that’s how it solidified in your mind. A speed bump could become a mental wall. And if you could decide to manifest a barrier, couldn’t you also decide the opposite? The power was his to decide. He felt a soothing rush of calm quiet descend inside him with the realization. His pain was only a state of physical being. He didn’t have to tie his mind to his body, they could be separated exactly how he separated himself from reality in the place where there was no him. Wasn’t that what he did when he went to that place? He forgot his body existed? And he could decide what to let in, what to ignore, what to perceive and in what amount. It wasn’t an all or nothing question. It was a matter of degrees, a spectrum. In the darkness of his mind, he let what his ears heard penetrate the emptiness. “—— don’t tell me, you aren’t leaving me many options.” The man said. He spoke of options. Another lie. The man’s options weren’t options for him. Their goals were not the same. The clarity he felt at this moment focused his thoughts in a way he’d never thought they could be. With clarity came simplicity. Unrelated concerns were discarded. Pain was one of those things. His current situation was another. Neither affected what he had to do. That was the gift of simplicity. Complicated nuances, grey areas, even factual distinctions could be discarded. Those considerations were intended to cloud the basic nature of the proposition, to obfuscate choice and steer the mind. To argue was to accept that there was an opposing viewpoint but that in itself was a dilution of simplicity. If you were certain and held surety, no other viewpoints could exist. There were few things in life so foundational as who he was, his sense of self. Regardless of the man’s questions, the concept of simplicity revealed he wanted Andrew to betray who he was. His answers didn’t matter. Facts didn’t matter. Intel didn’t matter. There was just one purpose to his entire ordeal - pushing him over the threshold of betrayal. Telling the man about the Bravos, how they functioned, their training, their individual skills was a line he wouldn’t cross. The remainder of what the man said was lost in unintelligible sounds that his ears refused entrance. Interaction was no longer useful. The man said the same things he’d said from the beginning without exception. His words provided nothing and did not improve Andrew’s situation. He’d already learned the most important lesson: known, experienced pain was seductive. Maybe it was just his own unusual approach to pain, but he found himself far more interested in how different types of pain had different ‘flavors’. There were spikes that flared then receded. There was a lingering, burning pain. Aching throbs, deep searing pain that was blindingly white in his mind. Crippling pain where you couldn’t use your muscles. Pain that sunk inside your bones and spread like an infection. Some stayed, some left, some built and swelled, others gradually weakened into nuisances. And so many more kinds. Each of them came from a unique place and affected a limited and specific aspect of his mind. It became clear that for every type and level he experienced more possibilities existed that he wasn’t subjected to. Nothing during this process instilled fear in him until that realization. The Ape was being careful. No bones were broken. No injuries given that he couldn’t recover from. And that made him afraid because he found himself wanting to know and categorize what those kinds of bigger pain were. He felt the need pulling at him. Seductive. Well, he couldn’t feel any of it if he kept himself separated. He would have to rejoin reality. Experiencing his beatings fully felt like a necessary rite of passage. It had become obvious he could endure them so what was he avoiding it for? Prize fighting boxers didn’t retreat. Cage fighters had to take some hits to deliver punishment of their own. Hiding in a corner was an acceptance of defeat, a surrender of weakness, a recognition that he couldn’t handle the reality of his situation. Turning away and refusing to confront his current impotence stole a critical piece of his manhood - his ability to stand resolute. The hours of ordeal cycled him through refusal, hatred, determination, acceptance, small windows of rational thought where he could reason out a purpose and the goals of his captors. No. They had done him a favor. The Place Where There Was No Him was not to be used to avoid reality, to escape and hide. It was a place of calm to center his mind which allowed him to better handle the world outside. It enhanced his mental state. Smothering himself gained him nothing. They couldn’t hurt him, not really. The threats were empty. He’d be dead already if that option was on the table. You don’t feed a dead guy. You don’t let a dead guy sleep. You drive him to the depths of despair and insanity before putting a bullet in the juicy mush of his skull. The road of torture was a one way express lane of ever more monstrous injuries until the mind was as broken as the body. And at that point, death had long been an eventuality. If a prisoner was important enough to systematically dismantle, he was too important to put back together again. He either needed to stay broken, or be disposed of. None of that was the method they’d used on him. In fact, they should already know he had no information. From that he could conclude this little production had another purpose. And there didn’t seem to be any real value for either the man or The Ape. The piece of him keeping track of the outside world registered his body once again being hung from the hook in the ceiling. Ah. He would have to chew on this puzzle later. For now, he needed to focus on the beautiful pain that came from his body being stretched out so that his prior injuries flared up. God, it felt like that first painful stretch the day after an intense and exhausting workout, when your muscles were weak and burning, tightened up in a near cramp and useless. The feeling of his muscles and flesh tearing, shredding… it was so fucking good, like the scald of a super hot shower. A slightly burning sharpness that expanded and contracted before settling into a dull warmth. A good flavor. Maybe he could do something to make the Ape angry. Yes. He almost smiled from the expectation of how much fun this was going to be. He restrained himself only because he wanted to use that smile to its greatest effect at the right moment in the future. There was another aspect to experiencing pain which made it deep or shallow. Foreknowledge. If you saw it coming, the anticipation reinforced the pain. Expectation added the imagined future pain to the actual present pain so you experienced almost twice the pain. For others, that was something undesirable. Andrew found himself wanting it. The booted kick to his shin wasn’t too forceful, but he lost all control of the muscles and nerves in his leg while the electrified impulses stormed like a chaotic stampede of bison. The way the pain bled away in tingling heat was regrettable but it needed to go away so he could feel the next strike. The Ape did know his business so Andrew knew he had a little time. The next strike would be somewhere else. That was part of the game as well - random locations, varying the force of the strike, alternating the timing. “Ooooof!” He gasped as the Ape jabbed his clustered fingertips into the soft and tender meat of his armpit like a snake attacking, then grabbed his lat muscle before that stabbing white electricity dissipated to dig his fingertips in and twist the lat. “Unnnngggghhhhh”. He laughed through the pain when he remembered something his dad used to say when they got hurt as kids - “Let me poke your other eye and you’ll forget all about how much the first one hurts.” Turns out dad was right. One pain did extinguish another, at least initially. He’d have to remember that. He lifted his leg to kick out at the Ape. He hadn’t made contact in any of his attempts yet, but it was a move that always resulted in the Ape getting a little more creative. “Oh! Still got some fight in ya.” He observed as he moved up close and grabbed Andrew around his neck with his left hand and squeezed his throat. Andrew felt his right hand loosening his belt before being jammed down the front of his trousers. He had to be going for the balls. “I didn’t realize this was a date.” Andrew managed to gasp out just before he felt the mans hand pass his balls to hook around underneath and Andrew croaked out a struggled inhalation past the squeezed hand on his neck as the Ape jammed two thick fingers all the way inside his ass. “Well if it wasn’t before, it sure is now, right sweetheart?” The Ape said just an inch from his face, staring into his eyes with an intense stare. If he hadn’t experienced Kevin’s fat dick tearing into him just last week right after his boyfriend had choked him out cold, the Ape might have succeeded in his expected surprise. As it was, Andrew just flashed back as a warm flush of pure pleasure converted all the pain into something that only heightened his need to be brutalized. He let his eyes roll back as his vision narrowed with the loss of oxygen as he tried to focus on the Ape’s fat fingers jabbing violently up inside him. “Between you and me, recruit” the Ape whispered into his face. “I’m going to get the most out of it when we go to level 2. Daddy’s dick is hungry for some grunt pussy.” He couldn’t have been out long, getting choked out is usually just a temporary unconsciousness primarily as a result of loss of blood flow to the brain. Once the blood is allowed to travel again, your brain wakes up pretty soon after. He had plenty of experience with it and the fuzzy first few seconds of coming to were always a special treat. Your brain woke up before your body did, the world expanded, and it took a couple seconds for your brain to remember losing consciousness. Those seconds were pure heaven. He realized his trousers and briefs were pulled down to his ankles so he hung there exposed. The Ape stood before him in a similar state of undress. “Nice.” The Ape said, letting his eyes roam over Andrew’s nude body. “I do like it more when they’re lean. You know why?” His eyes darted up to Andrew’s as he asked the question. “So you don’t have to think about how fat your momma is?” Andrew coughed out. “Shhhhh” The Ape moved up to him and stroked a finger down his sore ribcage, causing the muscles to contract painfully. He sighed, or he meant to. It came out sounding more like a gurgled groan. As his hand got lower, the Ape traced around over his hip to continue down across his ass and then grabbed it in a rough clawing grip to pull his tortured body up against his own. They were almost equal in height, and the feeling of the Ape’s bare skin against his felt disgusting. He heard the door opening but couldn’t see past the Ape’s face, his eyes staring straight into his own. “Already at Level 2?” Andrew recognized the Interrogator’s voice. Without breaking his stare, the Ape answered. “He doesn’t seem to care about the pain. So yeah. Level 2.” In a fictional scenario, the Ape’s breath would have smelled like rotted meat, or something vile, but it didn’t. Just slightly medicinal. Mouthwash? He also didn’t miss that the Ape had said more words in the last ten minutes than he had for all the hours of beatings. “You sure we can’t bleed him?” The Ape asked. “Maybe later, but I think he’ll break before that. Where’s your patience? Where’s your pride in craftsmanship? You know slow and low pays off.” The Interrogator replied. The Ape grinned while he looked at him, almost lovingly. His hand handn’t released Andrew’s ass, and in fact had slowly crawled toward his ass crack. If he thought a little rape was going to break Andrew, he was in for a rude surprise. No, Andrew wouldn’t enjoy it, nor would he welcome it. He loved the fact that Kevin was the only one who’d done that to him. It felt special, and important that Kevin’s dick was the only dick he’d had, because for him, it wasn’t about dick, it wasn’t about getting fucked. It was about submitting himself to a man he loved, and admired. It was how Kevin TOOK it, just slightly more than how Andrew was willing to let him. After all, you could tell someone to kick your ass, but it didn’t mean they could actually do the job. Kevin could do the job, and he had the equipment necessary to make it meaningful. He and Kevin had something unique that allowed that surrender to intimacy, completely due to Kevin’s immense patience in their friendship. Carol had taught Andrew that surrendering to intimacy wasn’t a character flaw, wasn’t a statement on your manhood. She showed him that he was stronger BECAUSE he allowed it. And Kevin was brutal because Andrew wanted him to be, not because that was his nature. Kevin’s nature was gentle, intellectual, kind and generous. Andrew knew he played the tough guy for him, for them, that Andrew needed him to be a man in everything. In high school, maybe Kevin could have gone either way. He wasn’t a soft or weak guy anyway. Andrew recognized how Kevin’s general demeanor grew and changed as they really grew closer. In general, in public, Kevin projected strength through silence. He stood tall. Well, tall for a short guy, which he was in high school. He had a growth spurt in those two years Andrew hadn’t seen him, and it was good to see his former thickness get redistributed into a physical form that looked like power. Working out helped. Joining a sport like track helped. And Andrew could tell he’d also been taking martial arts of some kind, but Kevin had been tight lipped about it. The round-house kick that clocked Andrew in the jaw wasn’t something an amateur could execute as flawlessly as Kevin had in the hotel room. He could keep his secrets, the way Kevin moved told its own story. Andrew was proud of him. When Kevin came to his Airborne graduation he could see the difference. The set of his now broad and rounded shoulders. The way his arms didn’t ever relax into a straight line when they were hanging, but instead were slightly bent at the elbow. It was an indication of physical dedication, training the body. Beyond that, the way he stepped with the foot movements, the flex of the knees. His clockwork eyes didn’t twitch and instead seemed to recognize, identify, categorize, dismiss everything. When they were young, Kevin saw everything but it was the hyper awareness of a prey animal. Now, his consideration was more like a predator. No fear. Confidence. Almost dangerous. Well… to civilians he WAS dangerous. Weeble could absolutely take him down. Hell, Wanker even stood a chance. Dangerous was relative. The thick finger pushing up against his hole forced him to return to reality. Thinking about Kevin was something that was guaranteed to take him out of the world outside. He could think about that man for hours and not know anything that was happening outside. But he knew how to play this. It wasn’t difficult to figure out. The main thing about rape was that it was a demonstration of power, of control. And if there was one thing he learned from Sarge, it was to change the battlefield. “It’ll be the best grunt pussy you ever had. Go ahead and find out. Maybe we’ll both enjoy it.” He tried to inflect a bored, almost eager tone. The Ape’s dick was nothing special, nowhere near Footlong’s, nor Zeus’, or Kevin’s, in order of descending length. And Zeus’ was even thicker than Kevin’s even though Kevin’s was a fucking pipe. So yeah, the Ape wasn’t going to make the impression he thought he would. Andrew had seen some truly impressive cock, in full swollen, throbbing glory. The Ape might make his wife scream out in pleasure, which was still a very big ‘might’, but Andrew doubted he would even register it beyond the initial penetration. The Ape’s eyes finally left his and turned to give the Interrogator a look. Without looking back, he said “Oh. You used that grunt pussy before? Huh? Sounds like this might not be the first round in the chamber.” Andrew almost laughed. Fishing. “I could be cherry. Might not be. Only way to know is to fuck that dick in. Right? I mean, I’m just hanging here. I can’t stop you. Maybe your friend with all the questions wants sloppy seconds. I can totally make you cum. That’s a promise.” Andrew moved his head slightly to look past the Ape’s. He hid the surprise when he saw Lamont standing there. So, the Charlies were here too. And why was Lamont not strapped up like he was, hanging from a hook in the ceiling with his pants around his ankles? Obviously the leaders were given the special treatment. The Ape’s face turned back to his. “Oh, I’m gonna take you for a ride, handsome. Don’t you worry.” And he darted in and gave Andrew a quick peck. Information. It was everywhere. The Ape wasn’t actually into this. Andrew squashed the feeling of immediate relief. That kiss could have been far more full, more involved. Instead, it was the absolute minimum, as if kissing another guy was the job, not the goal. Again, Kevin to the rescue. Andrew knew what a real kiss was, knew the heat, the desire, the hunger of a real kiss. Even one without the infectious madness of a tongue invading beyond the perimeter of your lips. This guy, he saw it as a tool, a perfunctory act. He chuckled. “What’s so funny?” The Ape growled. Andrew considered his responses. “You can do better than that. Just pretend I’m your mom. You can relax. Let’s just get it over with. Go ahead and get your nut.” A flare of anger flashed through the Ape’s eyes. More information. This was not going the way he wanted. He pulled his hand away from Andrew’s ass. The absence of the Ape’s finger on his asshole allowed him to relax. Either it would happen, or it wouldn’t. But the psychological game was now in unfamiliar territory. The Ape stepped away, but not before Andrew saw his dick had gone soft. Truthfully, the Ape wasn’t a bad looking guy. On the beefy side, like Chunk, thick legs, soft abdomen, solid pecs, big arms and a sturdy neck with flared traps angled down to wide shoulders. But it was his forearms and hands that made him an ape. Just as big around as his upper arms, his forearms were heavily muscled and furred, and that continued into heavy wrists and giant paws that were tufted with hair. Hell, his middle fingers looked equal to most average guys’ dicks. If Andrew made the ‘OK’ sign with his thumb and forefinger, that would be the diameter of the Ape’s middle finger. As if summoned to purpose, the Ape walked around behind him and grabbed his hips, allowing him to look at the Interrogator and Lamont. He no longer cared about what the Ape intended. The Interrogator was calling the shots. “Brickmann, just tell them what they want to know.” Lamont entreated. He look concerned. Andrew gave him a look. “How would I know anything, Lamont? And why are you here?” He felt the Ape move up behind him, nestling his nude body up against his. Lamont shook his head in disappointment. “Just want to talk some sense into you, is all. Don’t let them do this.” Andrew laughed as he felt the Ape’s once again hard dick slide up between his legs. “Let them? Are we in in the same room? Seeing the same things? Just leave, Lamont. You don’t need to watch this.” Lamont glanced over to the Interrogator. Then he looked back, and his eyes looked sad. “I’m supposed to watch this. Training.” He said the last word like it was the full explanation. Which it was. “Yeah. Okay.” Was all Andrew could manage. Lamont watching him get fucked in the ass was its own special torture, and the Interrogator likely knew it. Strangers held their own shame. A contemporary…that was shared shame. Andrew almost broke. But this was for his brothers. It was so he could look them in the eye and say he hadn’t sold them out. It was so that even after everything they took from him, he could walk with confidence that he knew in his heart he wasn’t a traitor. That he could hold their trust. That he deserved their respect, his honor, their honor of him. And they deserved his greatest effort, every single one of them. They had given him their trust. It didn’t matter that almost everything he knew about them could be found in a military file on someone’s administrative desk and the Ape and the Interrogator could probably make a phone call to one of their active duty buddies to have the intel in less than 24 hours. What mattered was that HE wasn’t the one who gave it to them. His men were HIS men. And fuck anyone who thought they could break that bond of brotherhood. He would die before betraying them. They deserved no less. “You won’t break him.” He heard Lamont say. “He’ll die for them.” Yeah, Lamont knew the score. A scoffing chuff answered Lamont’s certainty. “He THINKS he would die for them. But that hasn’t been tested, has it?” The Interrogator’s voice said. When had he decided to cut off his sight and go inside? Strange. Sometime during his thoughts of love for his brothers. He didn’t even know what the Ape was doing back there. It didn’t matter. “Don’t test it. He won’t break. I don’t think even the worst you can do would work. He’ll endure anything. I’ve seen it.” Lamont answered. “Hmmm, Private. Are you actually squeamish? Can’t take a little psychological and physical pressure?” The Interrogator said with humor. “This isn’t even past the ‘let’s be friends’ part of an interrogation. If you can’t stomach it, you can go.” The emotionless dry tone of the Interrogator’s last words covered the room with a blanket of eery darkness. “Is he your friend?” The Interrogator asked. “You don’t want to watch him suffer?” “No, that’s not it.” Lamont answered quickly. Andrew chuckled again. “Lamont, you’re over your head.” He choked out. “This is going to happen. You’re here to learn. So learn. I’m learning a whole shit ton.” Lamont remained silent. As did everyone else. The Ape was still behind him, but damned if he would expand his awareness to feel what he was doing. “Hey. C’mon.” Lamont said weakly. “Lamont.” Andrew said in a serious voice. “Go.” And it was when he said the word that he let himself go to drift. “Fuck you assholes!” Lamont shouted. Andrew didn’t know what he was doing, but heard a scuffle. One of the downsides to shutting off your senses, but that was fine. Half a minute of random sounds and then the room was silent. He didn’t care. There was nothing to care about. “Hey… get your feet, soldier.” A rough voice said in his ear minutes later. Was it minutes? An hour? It was time passing. Time passed. It was emptiness and silence, then the voice. Feet? He had no feet. The voice sounded nice, though. Concerned. Warm. Well, maybe not warm, but…friendly? Maybe friendly. “Okay, let’s just get you in your bunk. Sleep if you want.” Sleep? Bunk? Was he here? Who the fuck cares? He thought. And there was Kevin, looking really good in his tight cowboy shirt and Wrangler jeans, with that smile that was almost a smirk, maybe a grin, but his grey eyes said it was a challenge. Kevin. Yeah, the outside world could go fuck itself. Kevin was inside. ************************ “Well….” Offden said. “Yeah… well fucking what?” Brickmann snarled. “These were supposed to be kids. BABIES. FUCKING SNOT NOSED BABIES!” “HEY!” Benson shouted. “Give it a rest. Why the fuck is everyone so angry?” The group was gathered down in the bunker, combining intel on the two groups of training recruits, every one a Private in the U.S. Army. “Because HE -“ and Brickmann jabbed a finger at the Big Man, “said this was easy money, a babysitting job.” “You got a problem with working and earning your pay, Brickmann?” Nancy said in a friendly voice. “That’s not the point and you know it, Nancy!” Brickmann shouted back. “Oh? You would rather be crawling in the African desert with sand wiggling it’s way up inside your asshole hunting Somalis? That more your idea of earning good money?” Nancy replied. “You know what Nancy? I love you too much, and your cooking to fight with you. What do YOU think about these kids?” Brickmann argued back. Nancy shrugged. “For their age, and experience? They’re good. Whoever trained them, they didn’t slack. I say we pull them in. Give them everything. Hell, half of them will be working for us in two years, you know that. Let’s invest.” Nancy looked over to the Big Man, Ulster McGregor. He was the one who had to make the decision. Ulster had his brows furrowed, deep in thought. “Brickmann. Do you know the kid we’ve got in Interrogation?” “Him? Yeah, that’s my nephew Tom.” Brickmann answered. “My brother David’s son. David was Army down to his bones, raised his boys right.“

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My name is Dennis now I am 35 years old still muscular and well supplied in pants and a proud poz seed whore. Back in the day when I was in my twenties I was a real woman magnet and devourer. A man women turned around for and hoped I had noticed them. Whenever a handsome one walked by I had always spotted them and usually it didn't take long for them to be pounded open by my cock, after they were filled with my seed they always wanted more and tried to trap me in a relationship but relationships were nothing to me. I didn't want to commit and always wanted other and more. Ideally I wanted to fuck them in the ass but none of them wanted this and so I was left hungry. I wanted to know how it felt to feel a tight and exciting hole sliding over my cock. One evening I was on a chat site looking for a new conquest. My bio said: Dennis 24 years 1 m 85 cm 87 kg muscles and a cock of 22 cm and 6 thick, looking for an ass to be filled. After some disappointing chats I got a message from Sam, 32 j athletic and looking for a solid man for solid sex. the conversation started short and to the point as I liked it. What to find for, what do you fall for, ... The answers I got back were very promising. Ass fucking was no problem, we could meet right away and I was allowed to bare fuck. My pictures excited her but I didn't get any myself because there were no pictures on the PC at work. I thought that was the least of it, the fact that I could finally fuck an ass was enough and Sam had asked if I could wait naked in on my bed, blindfolded and strapped to the bed. She would suck my cock hard and then stick it in her ass. So should she still be ugly as night I still had a blindfold on. 2 h later I got a message that Sam was at my door downstairs. I opened the door set the door to my apartment ajar and, naked and with blindfold on, lay down on my bed and fastened my hands to the headboard. Nerves began to rise a little. Imagine that I was going to be robbed by some gang, I was lying there naked, blindfolded and tied to my bed, I could untie myself but I couldn't do that now either in 1 2 3. But it was too late to back out The door to my apartment closed and I heard Sam enter the room and clothes come off. I felt a tongue licking at my limp pole and nerves immediately gave way to horniness. The idea of a stranger I couldn't see making my rod stiffened me immensely. I felt two hands push my legs open to make room for me to get between them. The next thing was that my foreskin was pulled back and my glans was exposed. I felt two wet lips and a tongue slide over my glans and then my semi-hard pole slid into a warm moist mouth. My mouth fell open because never before had I received such a blow job. That flaccid cock was hard in no time and was throat deep, I heard no gag reflex and even felt attempts to get my cock even deeper down her throat. I wanted to be able to put my hands on her head and thrust but because I was tied up I couldn't. It only made me even hornier. Who was this and this person knew how to give a blowjob. I moaned with pleasure but still I had not heard a sound from the person who was giving me pleasure. This could take forever, this was by far the best blowjob I had ever received but e moist and warm mouth left my now hard and firm cock. I felt Sam shift on the bed. I felt two gentle hands pushing on my legs and a sphincter pushing on my glans. The time had come at last I would fuck an ass. It was just too bad I didn't get to see that moment ass. I felt Sam lower himself down and without effort my glans drilled an opening in the ass and made its way inside. The sphincter opened up nicely and clamped around my inward going cock. I let out a deep moan but to my surprise I heard nothing from Sam. What a woman I thought to myself, she can suck like the best and get a monster of a cock in her ass without screaming to stop. My cock was completely inside her hole, a heavenly feeling. It was a warm and narrow hole and my pole begged to be ridden. I felt the ass resting on my legs and getting used to my monster. Getting used to it didn't take long and slowly Sam began to ride my cock. This was heavenly, the sphincter tightened completely around my pole and slid smoothly over my fat cock. I wanted to grab hold of Sam and be able to thrust my cock hard into her hole but I couldn't. So I began to encourage her to go harder. Ride slut, ride your hole hard on my fat stick. Show how much you like being fucked in the ass by a real guy. Still I heard no moans from Sam. I couldn't hold myself back and went all the way. The encouragement did help as she started riding my fat monster harder and harder. It wouldn't be long before I would squirt and I still want to see her riding my pole. I want to be you riding my pole I called out to Sam and I heard a groaning laugh and an ok. This was the first sound I heard and I was surprised that it didn't sound very feminine. As Sam continued riding my cock I untied my hands and with one hand I grabbed her hip and with my other I pulled off my blindfold. My eyes had to get used to the light for a moment. My other hand gripped the other side of the hip and I began to set the pace. I could see Sam's back and it didn't look very feminine either, sporting broad shoulders and also saw that Sam had short hair. It didn't bother me that she looked masculine from behind because the moment was there to fill the ass up and felt my muscles contract to take the first shot. Here it comes slut I cried out and I felt the first string of seed squirt out of my monster into Sam's hole. The second and the third immediately followed and I felt the hole being filled with my seed. My cock went limp in Sam's hole and Sam straightened up causing my cock to come out of Sam's hole. Sam turned and wanted my cock , but my mouth fell open. My eyes now saw for the first time that Sam was not a woman but a man, not a female type but actually a solid tough man . Sam took my cock in his mouth and wanted to lick it clean . My head was still processing it but my hands pushed him away from me anyway. What are you doing, get off me. Didn't you like it said Sam, judging by your reaction just now, I didn't hear you complaining anyway. I didn't know what to say because he was right I had never had such a blowjob and orgasm. But still, I liked women, also only fucked women and didn't feel good about the idea that I had just fucked a man even though it was, the best I had ever experienced. Sam stood up a put his clothes on while I was still completely out of it from what had just happened. When he was dressed he put his cell number on the dresser. Just in case you feel like it and want to find out what you are missing. I said nothing but thought hell no. Sam went outside and I heard front door of the apartment open and close again. I stayed in my bed for a while longer and tried to grasp it all. The days that followed were an intoxication for me. My thoughts were in knots. On the one hand it was the best sex ever and on the other hand it was with a man. The days went by and by the end of the 2 week I didn't know what to do with my hotness anymore. My head had had enough. It was the best sex and it was with a man. I had enjoyed it until the moment I knew it was a man and my monster wanted more. Even though I wasn't fully convinced yet I took Sam's number which was still on the closet and sent him a message with the much telling the words HI, Dennis here. How are you. Sam sent back almost immediately. S :Here all good, actually expected you earlier.D: Don't actually know what I'm doing, but I want to see you again. S: Lol. What are your plans this weekend. 😧 not much have no plans until I have to go back to work Monday. S: if you want you can feel free to come with me, I'm going to my cottage this weekend 😧 uh, I don't know. I was actually just thinking of fucking you blindfolded again. S: well if you want to fuck me this weekend you will have to come with me. S: you should know I don't oblige you to anything but you certainly wouldn't regret it. S: I am leaving in 2 hours. I can come and pick you up. I will park in front of your door and then I will see if you wait in front of your door or not. If you come with me you don't have to pack much, just some fresh clothes and toothbrush will do. 😧 I'll think about it. 1 hour later 😧 Send me the address then I can drive myself and if I don't feel comfortable I can always leave and you can continue your weekend and you don't have to bring me back. S: You have a point there. I'll send you the address later. Sam sent Dennis the address and what time he was expected. Dennis looked at the message and grew more nervous by the minute. Would he leave, he didn't know the guy and was he sure he wanted to go through with this. But like any guy not he decides not with his mind but with his dick. He took his things put them in a sports bag and left in the direction of Sam's vacation home. It was a 2 hour drive and the whole ride he was nervous, tangling with himself. When he got there he even hesitated for a moment whether he wouldn't just turn back right around, but he didn't have the chance because Sam had seen him drive up and come out. To his surprise, it was not a small house but a large villa he was parked in front of. He stepped out. I'm glad to see you he said, I really didn't think you would come. Yes I am surprised at myself for being here said Dennis. Come let's go inside so you can settle in. With knees buckling and still doubting Dennis stepped inside. Want something to drink asked Sam, you must be thirsty after that long drive. Yes is fine said Dennis. Sam went to the kitchen and came out with 2 filled glasses of Getorade. It's not fresh yet he said because I've only been here an hour myself. No problem said Dennis and because of the nerves drank the whole glass in 1 go. The taste was not as he had expected it but the drink was not cold so it must be because of that he thought. Let me show you your room said Sam with a grin. They went upstairs and Sam opened the door to the room, this is where you sleep. Unless you want to sleep with me he said with a grin. Dennis felt his heart pounding in his throat and grinned back shamefully. We'll see how it goes he said. He stepped into the room and Sam left Dennis alone for a moment so he could unpack his things. When you are ready you should just come downstairs and we can talk for a while he said. Sam put himself on the king-size bed and wondered what he was doing, but he opened his gym bag and took out his things and put his things on a closet. He spun around the room a few more times and gathered all his courage and went back downstairs. While Dennis was upstairs Sam laid out only necessary gear so he could initiate his new prey into the wonderful world of Tina, Xtc, G, seed, hard fucking and total submission. That stupid fucker didn't know what he was getting into but there was no turning back as he had already taken his first dose of G and within minutes would become very willing to give himself completely to his new life as a cum dump. Did it work out said Sam. Yeah thanks said Dennis. What convinced you to come asked Sam. The nerves began to ebb away from Dennis and he began to get more at ease. Well yeah I actually don't know, I guess, I don't know why I came. Aren't you just curious about whether you really love fucking a man said Sam. Yes I think it must be something like that said Dennis. He really just wanted to put his cock back in that ass to experience that blissful feeling again and preferably with a blindfold on so he didn't have to see he was fucking a man. Sam sat down next to him in the seat. I will introduce myself first he said. I am Sam 32 j gay and am both top and bottom but more top than bottom actually. Dennis asked why he hadn't actually said he was a man on the chat. Well you just didn't ask said Sam, should you have asked I wouldn't have lied about it. I am often on the chat looking for men who are bi or men who don't know yet that they are bi or gay. Even though I knew you are straight I wanted to take my chance because I think you will be able to enjoy this. I have been following you for a while and have chatted with you a few times without knowing and you had become a goal for me and look I have been proven right after all. Dennis didn't know whether to feel flattered or angry. But his body began to feel weird, he slowly began to lose control. Do you do this often asked Dennis. Oh once in a while I do try to seduce a straight guy rarely with success, but I hope I've got a bite now said Sam convincingly. Dennis struggled to respond and just nodded. Do you come here often on weekends he tried to keep the conversation somewhat normal. I try to come here twice a month anyway, but this weekend I am meeting up with 7 more friends to celebrate a birthday. Tomorrow the others will come and we will have a party. If you are still here you are certainly welcome to join the celebration. Dennis didn't know what to do anymore. Should he try to walk away now or stay because what this he did not expect there would be 7 other men and what would they think he was here for. He would immediately be considered gay and he wasn't. Sam saw that Dennis was getting harder to focus and saw that the G was starting to do its job. Enough chatting, what do you want to do now that you are here he said. I don't know said Sam, just put on a blindfold and let you do your thing like last time. No more blindfold this time said Sam, that was good for the first time. Now if you still want to fuck my pussy you will have to do something for it. What then? I'm not your disposable object hey said Sam I have my needs too. I don't know if I can and want to do anything with you said Dennis. Let me help you said Sam, let's take away some tension and see how it goes. Ok, said Dennis. Sam got up and went to a cabinet and took out a crystal filled pipe. What is this asked Dennis who was already starting to get a little more into a trance. Well I will melt those crystals later and then you have to inhale the smoke, hold it and then blow out a big white cloud. That will help you get a little calmer and a little looser. You will see if you do this you will be a little less restrained and everything will go by itself and you will see how far you get. Because we're not going to do anything you don't want to do. I don't know said Dennis. I've never done drugs before. Just try it you will see you will be more at ease. Sam lit the lighter and held it under the filled ball of crystals. The crystals began to melt and Sam pushed the pipe to Dennis' mouth which no longer gave resistance. And now inhale deeply and hold it like Sam said. Dennis hesitated for a moment looked into Sam's eyes and breathed in deeply and felt the tina flow into his body and when he couldn't hold it anymore he blew a big white cloud. Good boy said Sam and now again. Dennis obeyed and sucked in the smoke. He felt better and deep inside a horniness welling up. After the 4th puff his eyes were already turning in his head and his hands began to fondle his body. Sam took the pipe back and asked how he felt. I feel horny, dirty and like I could take on the whole world. Good, Sam said exactly what I want to hear. Now I will take a puff myself and then will blow the smoke into your mouth, is that good for you. At this point all was well for Dennis for he was already almost completely off the map. Sam melted the crystals, sucked the smoke, put his hands on Dennis' head and pulled him to his mouth. Placed his lips on Dennis's and blew the smoke into Dennis's mouth. When Sam pulled back, he kissed the lips of Dennis who was enjoying the attention he was receiving with his eyes closed. When Dennis blew out the cloud Sam sucked smoke again and placed his lips back on Dennis' mouth but this time with a little more indulgence again blew the smoke into his mouth and while pushing his tongue in with it. Dennis who was startled by the new sensation he experienced in his mouth tried to pull his head back but couldn't because Sam had a firm grip on him. It was not long before he surrendered to his horniness and he too stuck his tongue in Sam's mouth. The two were now kissing fiercely and Sam pushed Dennis down into the seat and lay on top of him. He kissed him on his neck and with his tongue he went wild. Dennis moaned with pleasure and without realizing it himself his hands were sliding over Sam's body. S: Do you like it D : Hmmmm yes S: Do you want more D : Yes S: then take off your shirt Dennis looked at Sam with longing eyes and took off his shirt and also took off Sam's shirt. Deep inside he was amazed at what he was doing but his body reacted on autopilot, the chems and the horniness. Again they began to kiss fiercely. S: lick my nipples, and show me you want more. The chems were now working at full speed because without the G and the Tina, Dennis probably never would have done or dared to do this. But like a man possessed he began to lick Sam's nipples S: good, show me you want this. Show me that I make you horny. Dennis growled and licked at Sam's nipples and with his hands he went over Sam's back to his ass and took a firm hold of him. S: let yourself completely go, let your true self come out. Dennis shocked himself never thought he could get so horny from kissing a man, let alone licking and sucking his nipples. Sam reached back for the pipe and melted back the remaining crystals. S: take another hit so you are completely free He pushed the pipe into Dennis' mouth and he eagerly sucked the Tina in and after a few moments blew a big white cloud into the room. Sam pulled Dennis straight and kissed him again as they stood up. S: how are you feeling honey Dennis bit his lip and his hands felt his whole body, he slid his hand down his pants and took his limp monster in his hand and began to jerk himself. His other hand went over Sam's chest. D : I don't know what's wrong with me but I feel extremely turned on and can't wait to fuck you. S: you are not ready yet darling, to fuck my pussy you will have to prove yourself first. He kissed Dennis again. D : what do I have to do to prove myself S: take another hit of the pipe first. Dennis did what was asked of him and took another solid hit of pipe filled with Tina. D : this stuff is fantastic, what is it actually S: This stuff is Tina, and it makes you the horniest guy ever. It makes your true self come out. D : it does indeed make me extremely horny and never thought I would do all of this. S: if you want to fuck my pussy get on your knees. Dennis did what was asked of him and got down on his knees. Dennis pulled on his own limp dick with one hand, his other on Sam's hard cock and sucked as hard and as well as he could. He felt a rush rising in Sam's cock. S: here it comes slut, here comes my seed, swallow it if you want to fuck me S: ah yes, yes yes yes Dennis felt his mouth being filled with hot seed and stopped sucking but kept the squirting cock in his mouth. Sam squirted so much he couldn't keep it all in his mouth and the seed ran down the corners of his mouth. S: swallow, Swallow my seed you filthy bitch Without really thinking about it anymore, he swallowed Sam's seed. Pulled his mouth from limp cock and wiped away the seed running down his cheeks. Sam shook some more and then sat down in the couch. S: that wasn't bad for your first time honey Dennis who now came to sit next to him still turned on and high but realizing what he had done. D : thanks S: that didn't sound very convincing Dennis' mind shot in all directions, it was the first time he had sucked a cock and tasted cum. It tasted different than he had thought. It tasted sweet and startled at the thought of wanting more of this. Sam got up and went to the kitchen and came back with a filled glass of Getorade with G in it S: here take a sip to pass it all through Dennis accepted the glass and drank it all the way down. D : may I fuck you now S: just be patient honey, you will get your reward but let me get my strength up for a moment And the new dose of G work he thought to himself. Sam put on a porn movie to stay in the mood, to keep Dennis relaxed it was straight porn. After fifteen minutes Sam saw that the new dose of G was starting to do its work on Dennis and he fondled his leg. Dennis moaned lightly and Sam licked his nipples. Dennis closed his eyes and enjoyed the attention he was getting. Sam came with his mouth on Dennis' mouth, he opened his mouth and they began to tongue kiss firmly again. S: follow me (he whispered). Sam and Dennis stood up, Dennis felt that he was unsteady on his feet from all the chems that had flowed into his body. S: before we go upstairs take a few firm hits first then we can continue for a while. Dennis who had completely lost control did as he was told and took a few more firm puffs of the pipe. Sam took Dennis' hand and led him into the basement. Sam turned on the light and Dennis saw a dark room lit in neon with a large bed, chains hanging from the ceiling, all kinds of stuff lying in a glass case a weird couch a wooden cross and a cloth held up by 4 chains. Dennis's head spun and tried to take in the room D : what is all this S: this is my play and transformation room. D : transformation room? S: you will see, but don't think too much about it now and get on the bed. Dennis waddled over to the bed and lay on his back and looked at the ceiling which was completely spinning due to the chems. Sam took 2 wrist and 2 ankle straps and put them on Dennis. D : what are you doing S: I will let you enjoy yourself but I only want to do that when you are tied up Dennis didn't feel like resisting and let Sam have his way and the wrist straps around his wrist were latched to the head of the bed. His legs were pulled open and each attached to side of bed. Sam looked at his prey with a gray. He doesn't know it yet but soon not he will be fucking but he will be fucked. S: all good baby Dennis was in a trance for a moment and could only utter hmmmm yes. S: Shall I make your limp cock stiff so you can fuck my pussy? D : My monster is already stiff Sam looked at Dennis with a grin S: take a good look at your cock I think it needs some attention to get it stiff. Dennis looked at his limp and lame cock 😧 all along I thought it was stiff. How can this be, I have never felt as horny as I do now S: I'll help you baby. Sam knew he could suck as much as he wanted on Dennis' limp cock, he wouldn't get any life in it because Dennis already had so much Tina in his body that he had a Tina dick. Sam took the limp cock in his mouth and began to lick and suck it. Dennis moaned at feeling the warm mouth around his soft cock. But as expected it did not come hard. S: don't you like it baby 😧 yes I do S: your monster apparently doesn't Dennis looked at his cock and saw that it was still limp. He was embarrassed. D : sorry I find it really delicious, I've never had this before. S: no big deal, don't worry about it. I will try to spoil you in another way. D : how then S: leave that to me and just surrender to me completely. Sam took Dennis' balls in his mouth and sucked on them for a while. Dennis curled his toes in pleasure and fell deeper into a trance. But this was not the end station for Sam, he took a pillow and pushed it under Dennis's ass so his pussy was easier to reach. He pushed Dennis' ass open and licked his way to his virgin cunt. D : what are you doing S: just enjoy it I'll give you something better than a blow job. Sam began to lick Dennis' pussy and he became completely ecstatic with the new experience. Sam played with Dennis' hole for a moment and then abruptly stopped. D : don't stop this is way too good. S: I want to lick you further but then I will have to clean you first darling. I'm not playing with a dirty hole. D : I washed before I left. S: that may be good but all that hair sticks in my mouth and you're not clean inside. S: I will clean you up and then you can continue to enjoy yourself. Sam took hair removal cream smeared it all over Dennis' ass, pussy cock and balls. He went to glass case took a bedpan, 2 balloons filled with liquid and a towel D : what are you doing to me S: quiet baby I am getting you ready so you can continue to enjoy yourself. I will rinse you and that cream I smeared is to remove your hair. Dennis let Sam proceed as the G had him completely in his power. He felt the pillow taken from under him and a cold metal thing was put in its place. He felt a narrow tube being pushed into his sphincter. S: I will inject liquid directly into your ass. You keep this in until I say you can unload. D : what, I don't want that S: now surrender completely you will thank me afterwards. Dennis had no choice and he felt his ass being filled with the liquid from one of the balloons. S: hold on baby. After a minute or 2 S: let it come out Dennis let the liquid come out and Sam saw that chempiss he just put in his future slut's pussy was clear and clean. S: good baby we only have to do it once because you are clean He squirted away the cream with the other balloon and dried the hairless cock and cunt. He pulled the bedpan from under Dennis and put the pillow back under it. Dennis began to feel the effect of the chempiss. He got hotter and began to fly even more. D : oh man I'm horny, please lick me, I want you to lick my hole. S: do you really want that. Do you really want me to play with your ass. D : yes pleas give it to me. S: what will I get in return. D : I will suck your cock, kiss you anything you want. S: well baby I'll think about how to thank me. The stupid fuck didn't know what he had just promised. Sam took a shard in his hands and sat back between Dennis' legs and licked back at the virgin pussy. Dennis mouth fell open and gasped and moaned heavily. Sam stuck his tongue into Dennis' hole and noticed that the sphincter had already become less tense. He took the shard Tina had in his hand and as he licked he pushed deep into Dennis' hole with tip of his finger. Dennis was still in ecstasy and had not noticed the finger in his ass. What he did notice was his hole was starting to get very warm. D : what did you do, I am burning inside. S: I haven't done anything, you are just letting your true self come out. D : oh oh oh oh I am so hot. Hmmmm Sam licked firmly on and knew his work was almost done. For the sphincter was now completely loose and beginning to open. He stopped licking and came to sit up and he looked at Dennis who was now flying so high. Dennis did not know what to do with his horniness and he got a longing feeling from his ass. A feeling of emptiness and the need to be filled. D : what is happening to me he moaned D : my hole, my hole S : what is happening to your hole D : it feels so empty S : empty do you want me to put something in it D : I don't know D : yes put something in it so it doesn't feel empty anymore. S : are you sure? Because if I put something in it I don't know if I'll be able to stop. D : yes I don't care, put something in it. S : what do you want me to put in, my finger? D : yes anything is good Sam inserted 2 fingers into Dennis' pussy and began to lightly finger him. Dennis heaved a deep sigh at feeling the fingers in his asshole and enjoyed the feeling. But the empty feeling remained. S : is it good like this baby D : more it has to be more. Sam grinned. S : shall I take a dildo for you D : yes do it Sam took a slim dildo put some lube mixed with Tina on it and gently pushed it into Dennis' hole. Dennis cave welcomed the dildo by opening even more. Little by little the dildo went deeper and deeper. Dennis moaned and again felt that burning sensation. D : oh yes, more, deeper, harder. I'm so hot, fuck Sam enjoyed this, the moment they ask for more. The moment they let their pussy be used for the first time and enjoy it. S: you see baby I was going to let you enjoy it. Let your true self come out, let yourself completely free Sam gently fucked him with the dildo and Dennis moaned heavily, but the dildo was still not enough to take away the empty feeling 😧 more I need to be filled more. A big grin came on Sam's face, this is what he had been waiting for. S: if you want to be filled more I will have to fuck you I'm afraid because I don't have anything thicker anymore Which was a big lie, but of course Dennis didn't know that. Dennis didn't care how or with what but he needed to be filled and lay shaking with desire on the bed. S: if you want that will have to get me hard first then. Dennis opened his mouth and Sam removed the dildo from the slightly gaping pussy. Dennis immediately felt the empty feeling return and mused no leave that one in place. S: if you want to be filled you will have to suck me first slut. And let his limp cock hang in front of Dennis' mouth. Dennis's desire to be filled was so great that he raised his head and sucked the cock inside and began to suck the cock like a real meth whore. He felt his mouth being filled back with the stiffening pole and couldn't wait for that cock to be in his pussy. S: just stop sucking baby or I'll fill your mouth again. I will reward your cunt with my fat cock. He quickly shoved the bottle of poppers under Dennis' nose and let him do a few more deep pulls. Sam untied his legs from the bed and placed them on his shoulders. He placed the tip of his glans against the yearning sphincter S: are you ready slut, are you ready to be fucked by a real man. D : yes please fill my hole, I can't take the emptiness anymore. Sam pushed his glans through the sphincter and felt the warmth of the virgin cunt. Dennis moaned heavily and felt like his sphincter was going to rip. D : That hurts. It hurts. Stop S: now I can't stop baby And he pushed his shaft deeper inside. Dennis felt his hole being pulled open even more and more pain, but the empty feeling was gone. Sam was almost balls deep and stopped for a moment so Dennis' hole could get used to the intruder. Dennis felt the pain begin to fade away and in its place he got another wave of horniness. He got the poppers shoved under his nose once more and sniffed it heavily through each nostril. Sam felt the sphincter relax and that was the signal to start thrusting. He started softly and saw Dennis breathing heavily with his mouth open. D : oh my god, fuck , oh my god D : harder, fuck me harder S: do you want me to fuck harder, do you want me to fuck you like a real slut, a whore, a cum dump. S: tell me you're a slut a whore and you have a cunt to be filled D : yes fuck me D : fuck me, I'm a slut, a whore and have a cunt to be filled Sam needed to hear no more and he began to fuck more firmly. Dennis began to moan more heavily D : oh fuck yeah, fuck, oh my god, fuck me fuck my hole S: Now your cunt is still straining so nicely slut, but by the time I am done with you you will have a real open cock asking slut hole. I'll make a true cum asking whore out of you. You'll never want to fuck a woman's cunt again. S: do you want that slut, for me to fully train you into a real whore D : yes, yes make a whore out of me. Sam was ramming heavily into the tight cunt and Dennis cried out in pleasure. S: open your mouth slut because I'm going to spray your'e mouth full with my cum. Dennis eagerly opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue S: Here it comes bitch Sam pulled his cock out of Dennis' pussy leaving a gaping empty hole, and as fast as he could he stuck his monster in the open mouth and began to squirt. Dennis eagerly drank the offered cum and did not have to be encouraged to swallow this time. It was also the first time he tasted his own pussy and it tasted for more. He licked the slackening dick clean and enjoyed his first fuck for a moment. But that empty feeling and the moaning of his now gaping cunt to be filled came back. D : fill me, fill me again, I can't do without it. S: look at you, you're becoming a real whore. Never enough. But I'll fill you up slut, I'll keep your cunt nice and open for later on Sam took a big butt plug put some extra special lube on it and pushed it to the gaping hole. The sphincter opened without a problem and let the plug in. Dennis let out a heavy moan as the plug reached its thickest point and let out a deep groan as it sucked into place. Again he felt that burning sensation as the Tina began to work into his gut wall and again got very hot. S: try to get some rest first slut. You are nice and broken in now but when the others are here later you should be able to serve them too because you are my birthday present for the party. Dennis who hadn't had a sober moment since stepping through the door a few hours ago could only nod as the new load of Tina shot through his body. The feel of the butt plug was blissful as it took away the seeing sensation of his pussy. Dennis looked at Sam with horny and flying eyes and bit his lower lip groaning S: did you like your first fuck slut, do you want to be hammered more by real cunts D : oh yes that was delicious, I never thought I would say this but getting fucked is heaven. I more I want to feel you inside me every day. I love you. He felt like every cunt that he himself had fucked before and who wanted more after they had been fucked by him. He hoped Sam would tell him he loved him and would fuck him every day. Sam grinned and looked proudly at his new creation. S: I will fuck you again slut and will turn your cunt into a gaping seed-demanding hole. Soon when my friends are here we will include you in our brotherhood and we will be bonded forever. He came closer and placed his lips a few inches from Dennis'. Dennis put his head forward and kissed him passionately. S: Get some rest I'll be back later to get you ready for the party.

This story is purely fictional. I am not a native english speaker, so please forgive me one or two mistakes.so please bare --- It was a very hot evening in August. I was scrolling through Hookup-Sites for some company. One profile caught my mind. TS Nina Raw A tall, black Transgirl. About 1,85cm and she called herself as a aggressive and dominant Top only. Her Status showed "Ask me". She was looking for party and nasty freak-time. She was very beautiful and i was very curious, but everything in her profile screamed danger to me. I wrote to her anyway. I was just curious and wanted to know if someone like me would have a chance. I had no intention of meeting her. Also I assumed that she wouldn't answer me anyway, so what could possibly go wrong. Boy, I was wrong. We wrote back and forth a little and 3 hours later, I'm lying naked in her bed, my feet on her shoulders and she asked me the crucial phrase. "Ready for my poz cock? My cock was rock-hard and had been dripping in anticipation for minutes. "Please fuck me", was all I could say in reply. --- It all started harmlessly. Although I had no intention of meeting her in the first place, I accepted her invitation to come to her place. Just chatting and getting to know each other was my idea. Maybe we would make out. I should have known better. I ringed at her apartment. She welcomed me in wearing just a tank top and thong. It was still almost 30 degrees outside. Her cock formed a considerable bulge in that small piece of fabric. The apartment smelled of sweat, perfume and weed. We talked on the couch. She immediately sat down next to me. I liked her direct manner somehow. She used every opportunity for physical contact. Stroking and Caresing my thighs or legs. Although i know nothing would happen between us i enjoyed her attention. When she fetched me something to drink (Whsiky-Coke, anything else she didn't have accept) she moved so that her lap was directly in front of my face. She came back with 2 glasses. Again she snuggled close to me. This time she stopped and pressed her lap and bulge into my face. I inhaled deeply. Her smell was beguiling, indescribable. We remained severel minutes in this position. Her smell, the mix of sweat and perfume, was intoxicating to me. She sat down next to me and stroked my thighs again. But this time with clearer intention. My cock was getting hard. She lit a joint and blew the smoke lasciviously in my face. Then she held the joint out to me. I had always refused so smoke weed before, but here at this moment in this mood I took a drag as a matter of course. According to her facial expression, she would not have taken a No anyway. Of course I had to cough hard. She took the opportunity to undress completely in the meantime. "It's just too hot", she said. I really eyed her. She had big silicone breasts and her body was heavily tattooed. Her belly button was adorned with the biohazard symbol. Several bullets were tattooed on her thigh and an elaborate scorpion adorned her loin. I was familiar with the symbolism and abbreviations and a shiver ran through my body. It was a mixture of anxiety and excitement. "Don't you want to undress too", she asked me, interrupting my thoughts. I knew where this was going. But I still had everything under control. At least I believed that. So i started undressing, too. She also eyed me and immediately grabbed my butt when I got rid of my shorts. I stood with my back to her. I was a little ashamed. On the one hand because my cock was much smaller than hers and on the other i was incredibly aroused. She noticed my shame, but pulled me back onto the couch. "Just relax," she reassured me. Not that easy, when a beautiful, probably poz, Transwomen, slowly seduces you. She took another drag from the joint, but this time blew the smoke directly into my lungs. Her lips stayed on mine and we started kissing. We made out for what felt like an eternity. I touched her breasts and cock and before I knew it, I was kneeling in front of her on the couch and sucking her cock. In the beginning she let me set the pace but she took more and more the lead. In no time at all, my sensual blowjob turned into an increasingly aggressive face fucking. In several positions she tried to stick her big cock completely in my throat. When she finally made it and my gag reflex was broken, my whole face was covered in spit and other body fluids. Now she started to fuck me really intensely in my throat. Broken and horny I let it pass over me. I was about to collapse when she pulled me up and carried me into her bedroom. For better grip, I clasped her with both my legs. We kissed each other. She put me on the bed without a word and put a pillow under my ass. She knelt between me and put my legs on her shoulders. She looked deep into my eyes: "Ready for my poz-cock?" It was a rhetorical question. At that moment, I realized that I had no chance at all against her seduction skills and I wanted nothing else. "Please fuck me," I moaned out. She just smiled. We both knew she had broken me and I would soon become another bullet on her thigh.

Ever since taking my first anon load and being called a faggot, I've been eager to try power exchange - being a submissive faggot to a superior man. With that goal in mind, I'd been chatting with someone on grindr who seemed to understand what I was feeling, and what I wanted to try. Given the added context of how much I loved being used anonymously, we both agreed that our first meeting in person would be sight-unseen. I was to show up at his address, enter his home and immediately strip and put on a blindfold. He'd use me sight unseen, and then once finished, would reverse the process, and I'd leave never having seen his face. Risky, perhaps, but horny-brain doesn't necessarily make the smartest decisions. The night I was supposed to show up, I was super nervous, and almost backed out at the last minute. But horniness prevailed, and heart pounding, I went over to his house, entered, stripped, and put on the blindfold. I knelt down on the floor, sweating, nervous, but extremely horny - my dick was rock hard - and I called out that I was ready. I heard footsteps approach, and someone stopped in front of me. "Stand up, faggot" Being called a faggot is like a magic word - my dick jumped upon hearing it. I stood, and was led and placed onto a mattress somewhere, on my back with my head leaning off the side. A cock was pushed up against my mouth - thick, and long enough to hit the back of my throat - and I started sucking. I gagged a few times, but did my best (I need more practice deep throating, clearly). After a few minutes of this, I was turned around so that my ass was off the side of the mattress, and I heard him spit onto his cock, and felt it push against my hole. I struggled a bit, a spit-only fuck wasn't something I had ever done before, but I wanted to please, so I did my best to relax my hole. The eroticism of the situation overrode any initial discomfort I was feeling, though. The feeling of a total strangers raw cock pushing its way inside me is such a turn on. "That's it faggot, take it all in", he said as he bottomed out in me. My dick twitched again. He fucked me for a while like this, before repositioning. He had me climb on top of him, so that I was riding him now, still blindfolded. "Are you a slut?", he asked. "Yes sir, I'm a slut!" "You're a whore, right?", he pressed further. "Yes sir" "You just let any dick in you, huh?" - "Yes sir" "I can have other guys here to fuck you?" - "Yes sir" "Good faggot." I had assumed this was just dirty talk, but then I heard footsteps approaching. Someone else got on the bed, and I felt a second cock pushed up against my lips, which I started sucking. Two cocks in me now was a first for me. This second guy would gag me with his cock when he pushed in deep, and this caused my hole to spasm. After a few rounds of this, the guy I was riding came in me. I felt a surge of emotion as he came inside me and remember thinking very clearly, I am a faggot and this is how it should be - men should use my body for their pleasure. We switched positions to doggy, with me on all fours, and I was now sucking the cock that had just cum in me, and could taste both my ass and also the cum he had just flooded me with. I could tell the second guy was close, as he started fucking me faster and faster. "You want my load, faggot?" - "Yes sir", I said, around a mouthful of cock. "Tell me you fucking want it, faggot!" - "Please cum in me sir, please, I need it" And with that I felt him shooting his load into me. I felt that same high as earlier. Each load deposited into my body was taking me further and further down the path of being a complete faggot - I wanted to please any and all men with my body. My pleasure would be derived only from pleasing other men. As he pulled out, I felt cum start to leak out of my hole, and then fingers scooping it up, and feeding it to me. I licked the fingers clean. "Such a beautiful faggot. I've got plans for you, faggot." - "Yes sir" With that, I was led back to the front of the house, and then told to wait 30 seconds then take the blindfold off and get dressed. I was still hard as a rock, and leaking. When I got home, I jerked off and came within seconds. Getting unexpectedly used by not one, but two anon cocks was such a thrill. I texted the guy with thanks, and found that he'd already texted me with a short video attached. Turns out he'd filmed the entire session - the part he sent me was me saying I was a slut and that I would let any dick in me. I was getting hard again even though I'd just cum - seeing myself used and speaking out loud what I wanted really cemented in my brain the fact that I really am a faggot. We've kept in touch since, and I am eager to be trained to be the best faggot I can be. I'm looking forward to what he has in store for me.

Last night was the 1st night of my long awaited sexcation to SOCAL, unfortunately I was too tired to make the most of it. I went to the CumUnion Party at CCBC in Palm Springs and did have quite a bit of fun anyway. I probably fucked at least briefly with at least 20 guys. I finally got to have some of that dogpile group sex that I miss so much living in Portland, unfortunately it only took a couple of minutes for me to cum in the guy I was fucking after another guy entered me from behind, which happened shortly after I arrived and because I was so tired wasn't able to get it up long enough to breed any other holes. All in all I bred one hole and got at least 2 loads in mine. My biggest regret is a cute cub showed up not long before I left, that I really wanted to breed, that couldn't seem to attract anyone who could get hard to fuck him. At one point we were side by side on a fuck bench, with a guy eating his hole while I was getting mine railed by a big dick.

I have been as low as 12 T cells and lived to tell the tale. I wasn't the most compliant patient and my doctor knew I slept around and did enhancements. I had a viral load over 2 million on more than one occasion. I drove him nuts as I had an excuse as to why each medication was the wrong choice for me. I am now on Descovy and Prescobix and have about 150 t-cells and no viral load. I hold my breath each time I have a lab drawn (tomorrow-yuck) because I fear becoming resistant. If you can name an anti-viral, more than likely I have been on it. At the height of my viral load he had me on four medications and I took them when I felt like it. Complera was a nightmare, though it was supposed to be more patient friendly. To me it was not. Keflex were not my friend, those horrific red pills, made me sick. I threw 1000s of dollars of medication into the trash. I had KS in 2002, fortunately not on my face but it alarmed my doctor as he had not seen patients have that since the late 80s and early 90s. I went to the oncologist the day after it was diagnosed as KS, back in that time not many guys were getting it and there were few labs to diagnose the samples he scraped from my body. Most oncologists in my area at that time would not treat it, fortunately my infectious disease doctor found a gay oncologist to treat me and I could deal with the two pills he gave me. I saw him for about two years. I took the medication he prescribed religiously as I wasn't about to have some obscure disease disfigure me. I am very fortunate to be here today, and I am not proud of my behavior in the past when it came to medications. I understand that because of my disability status combined with Medicare and supplemented with Blue Cross and Blue Shield paid for by AICP (Aids Insurance Continuation Plan) I had the best doctors and medications available. Sadly AICP went away as all the money, at least in my location, was now put aside strictly for ADAP. I understand I have more than most when it comes to coverage, so I am no longer the bitter man who screamed on the phone at the director of the Florida Department of Health. It was her first day back from maternity leave and her entire staff was "scared to call me" when I was informed my AICP was no longer going to be funded. I tried paying $2250 a quarter for the Blue Cross/Blue Shied as my secondary. I made one paymen. Now I am stuck with Simply Health Care as my secondary and it sucks as there are few if any specialists in my geographic area, and I was told the state could make me drive 50 miles one way in order to see any specialists. I'll drive 50 miles to hook up, I won't drive 50 miles for a dermotolgist. So, in closing, I'll just say this. If you find a medication (or cocktail) that works for you, please take it. It can save or extend your life. I am one of the lucky ones who stopped taking meds, then fortunately found something that works, so I am alive . Not all people, who behaved as irresponsibility as I did, can say that.

6 hrs in the sauna and I had lost count but was over 15 loads up me and 4 down my throat. I say tight for a long time but by the 6th guy in me loose enough for a dude with a cock as wide as a coke to slide up me without me even sucking it 1st and the sound of them pulling all the way out and back in again was almost like a plunger or fapping drenched in lube. I was wearing jock strap and running shorts on way home, so greatful was a Sunday cause the cum stain left from where I sat on the train was almost size of my palm. Spent the next week alternating between total shame with sorness and being so horny humiliated I'd pound myself with my spit and 12" with ease. Really felt like I had purpose:)

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HOLE-EEEE-SHIT! That last paragraph…. WOOF! Love where this is going! As usual im so hooked on this read, AMAZING dude!

First only safe. But 2 weeks after taking prep- raw only! I fill my old condoms (all with expired dates) with piss and use them ad piss bombs during golden shower sessions.

Yes. This comment multiplied by 1000! DQSH isn't new ... it has been a "thing" for years. Most of the books that right-wingers complain about have been in libraries for years, if not decades. What's new? Now that Roe has fallen, the right-wing needs a new target for its hate to distract from the fact that it has no solutions to the problems facing Americans. No solutions for affordable housing shortages, unaffordable healthcare, declining education outcomes, international competitiveness challenges or climate change. But, it has managed to convince the MAGA crowd that none of this matters as long as gays are kept in their place and away from "normal" people.

I've got a fuck bud, 'the Cock' who hit me up this morning wanting to load me up after work. I never say no to this guy, he doesn't kiss, doesn't want foreplay, just shoves his cock in my jockstrapped arse, fucks a load in and leaves. Sometimes he just undoes his fly and fucks me, minimal lube, at my front door. I was feeling particularly filthy today so I messaged him back, saying of course and did he want another guys cum as lube. Fuck yeah, was the response, so I sent him a new photo of my arse to keep him horny until 6. I live around the corner from my local sauna, I know, too fucking handy, so I knew where I'd be heading that afternoon. I arrived at around 1pm, already showered and cleaned out and was about to open my locker when my phone pinged with a WhatsApp message from him, "Keep me updated on the cum situation". Knowing he was in his office, horny and hard ramped up my hormones and I quickly undressed, grabbed my poppers and lube and headed downstairs to the fuck benches and glory holes. Two guys were wanking their cocks watching porn, an older guy, heavy set in his 60's and a younger guy in his 40's. I fucked into the glory holes and the younger guy immediately got up and positioned his cock through the hole, I set to work sucking his cock, no easy task when you're 5'6", and he soon gestured me to carry on sucking his cock on the bench. He was being quite verbal, all suck my cock Daddy and I asked him if he fucked, he said yes, but it was too early. Just as he did a young guy sat down next to us, maybe 30, sporting a beautiful 8" cock. The guy calling me Daddy told me to start sucking the other guys cock so I started, taking the whole thing down my throat, this completely set the other guy off and the next thing I knew his cock was pushing at my hole and fucking like a madman, calling me Boy, now . The best part of getting fucked is knowing that some stranger is flooding your guts, especially when it's the first one of the day. Next stop, the steam room, I fucking love it in there. It was quiet, just a guy about 6'4" and a younger hairy cub, I was straight onto the big guys cock with my mouth, feeling up his hairy tits and hoping he was going to be the next cock up my twitching hole. He asked if he could fuck me, so of course I agreed. He only fucks with condoms which was a little disappointing so he went off to get one. In the meantime I set to work on the cubs cock. He asked me if the big guy was coming back to fuck me and I said yes, he asked if he could watch and I said I'd carrying on sucking his cock during it, he seemed keen! Big guy came back and liked what he saw so I pushed a bit of cum out for lube, for a condom queen he really fucking liked that and grunted as he breached my ring, I grunted as best I could around the cock in my throat. He was pounding away for a bit but said I was too small for him to get a good angle and could I get on the bench, that would mean I couldn't carry on sucking the cub but he didn't care, he said he got a better angle to see that big cock go in my wee arse. Big guy carried on fucking me, I was loving it but really wished he was raw. Suddenly he took his cock out and at first I thought he was the quietest cummer ever but the cub blurts out, Fuck yeah, raw fuck him! Big guy grabs my hips and punches into my hole, jack rabbit fucking me and he cried out came, over and over. With the obligatory, thanks mate, over my shoulder I went to my locker, not even pretending to cover myself with my towel. I checked my phone, message from the cock, Are you getting loaded? I replied yes, then went off to the dark room… Older guy from downstairs that watched me getting fucked was there so I thought I might as well see if he was up for it and turned to the wall and stuck my arse out, in the centuries old invite to fuck. Sure enough his cock was in my hole and cumming in 2 minutes flat, I didn't care, at that point it was about loads not my pleasure, I knew at get enough of that from the Cock later. Hung about in the dark room for a bit and another older guy came in, same story, same outcome but slight hornier because I didn't have my glasses on and it was dark so I really didn't have a clue what he looked like, especially since my back was turned. Fucking whore. Time for a rest and Wednesdays are £20 and free drink and free bottle of (rancid) poppers so I settled down for a cold beer, towel strategically placed under my puffy hole. I had my phone and got a message from the Cock to say he was going to finish work early, didn't see that coming… Back downstairs to see if I could get one last load before home but it was dead. As per instructions I wasn't to shower and was to keep asuch cum in me as possible. I got home got naked except for a jockstrap as usual, come to think of it I don't think he's ever seen my cock! Message from the cock, 10 minutes. True to form, 5 minutes later the buzzer goes and I'm at my front door like a good slut in my jockstrap, waiting for the lift. He's walking towards me with lust in his eyes, he barely looks at mine, we're in the door the slightest peck on my lips but his hands are already exploring my arse and turning me around. Have you been a fucking slut for this afternoon, whoring your cunt around the sauna? Yeah, just the way you like it, I replied. With that he's shoved his cock inside me, him fully dressed, me dressed like a desperate rent boy. He has a beautiful cock, 7", thick with an incredibly horny, meaty foreskin. I'm leaning against the wall, hands in front of me pushing back on each thrust and wondering if he was going to finish the job there and then, when he quickly pulls out heads to the bedroom, with following behind, trying to keep my hole shut. He undresses and turns me around so I'm supporting myself with my arms and punches in again, fucking me deep and congratulating me on taking all of him. Then he's got me on my back and is even deeper, both of us high on poppers and him just using my hole slamming in and out and reducing me to quietly grunting fuck hole. I want you to sit on my cock. He pulls out and we both see blood on his dick. Doesn't stop us, if anything it just makes it hornier. I'm totally flying at this point and riding his cock, squeezing on the upstroke and bottoming out on the downstroke, telling him how much I love his cock and how I was going to keep his cum inside me after he'd gone. Oh fuck! He says, I want to go out commando in your shorts go somewhere straight and push some out so it runs down your leg. Yes, sir, I'll message you when I'm doing it. This sent him over the edge and he's loading me with ropes of cum. Got dressed, quick peck and fucks off. Perfect fuck bud. There's an extremely straight pub along the road, you know the kind football and rugby fans flock there on match days. Off I went, ordered a pint pushed out some cum, we all know what that sounds like and drank my pint with cum snaking down my leg. The Cock's response? Good lad.

Just a couple of thoughts to add to this. First, it's not just hiding the meds themselves that is an issue for some married/partnered men whose wives don't know. There's also the question of insurance; while most people's insurance covers PrEP (assuming the courts eventually uphold the preventative care mandate), itemized insurance paperwork can and does come to people's houses, and in some families the wife's in charge of all that paperwork stuff. Even if the husband's in charge, there's no guarantee she won't see the records at some point. Second, while it's technically true that taking a load from an undetectable guy is just as safe, statistically, as being on PrEP, there is a difference. When you're on PrEP, you're taking charge of your sexual health. When you rely on your partners to be undetectable, you're putting THEM in charge of your sexual health. And over the long haul, in my experience, something that personal really needs to be something YOU are in charge of, because sooner or later you may end up putting the wrong person in charge of it. So, sorry to say, there's no perfect answer for how a man who's married to a woman can (A) have receptive unprotected sex (B) with a range of guys you don't know (C) while remaining healthy yourself and (D) protecting your wife while (E) she never finds out about it. It's not that you CAN'T have all five things happen in your life at once; it's just that it's very hard to find all of them at once and increasing the odds for one may decrease the odds for another. For instance, going on PrEP protects your health and your wife's health (ensuring C and D), but decreases the odds that you can keep it 100% secret (decreasing the odds of E). Restricting yourself to U+ guys lowers the amount of sex you may have (lowering A and B) but boosts (C) and (D), though not as high as PrEP, but you have a greater shot of keeping (E) in place. And so on. It's a balancing act, and one I don't envy married guys who like dick for. But ultimately, life is a series of choices, and these choices all stem from the initial choice to marry a woman and not disclose that you're getting fucked by men on the side. You pays your money and you takes your chances, as the saying goes.

I found a guy 45 black with a huge thick dick. he came over and all wanted to was fuck. He pounded me for about 5 min . He fell out and said I was bleeding, He offered to stop but I said keep on going He wiped off and continued for another 4 min till he exploded in my ass He was not bothered by the little bleeding He said he would return Hope so

Brock stepped off the last concrete step into a short, narrow hallway. In the room beyond, he could see there were mismatched sofas ranging from floral paisley that looked like it had been lifted directly out of his grandmother's family room to a broken down leather La-Z-Boy that appeared to have lived a short, hard life in a frat house. Brock crept to the door and surveyed the very dim room in front of him. There were 10 sofas in total facing one of the unfinished concrete walls like theater seating. That appeared to be the goal, as there was a porno flick playing on the unfinished wall from a beat up projector. That was the only source of light in the room. Four men were scattered amongst the sofas. A mid 40s, average build business man in a Grey suit sat on the paisley sofa nearest the door with a very obvious erection under his suit pants, idly rubbing himself through the fabric. A muscular guy in designer label clothes sat in the far back corner, an obscene bulge quite evident in his joggers but he didn't seem to be giving much attention to it or the flick. A slight, nebbish man who wore a plaid button up and khakis sat transfixed on the film, the film reflecting off his glasses contrasting with how still he sat. The last guy was dressed much like Brock. He was seated in the front row, so Brock couldn't tell much about him other than he wore a ball cap, a plain shirt, and jeans. Of the four on the sofas, he was the only one who appeared to notice Brock, turning his head slightly toward the door. The porno on the wall appeared to be something very low budget. In fact, it looked like a home movie that had been recorded on a Handycam or something. The timestamp in the corner read 07/03/2005, which was two months ago, and the title was "Zeke." A younger guy - probably in his early 20s - with long blond hair was sitting in his boxers on a cheap metal futon being interviewed by someone out of frame. "So what brought you here tonight, Zeke?" The guy out of frame asked. Brock turned his attention away as Zeke was starting to answer. Behind the sofas, the projector sat on top of a half wall. A fifth guy stood behind the wall. His pants and briefs were around his ankles and he was stroking himself hard. He was a stocky guy and from the look of his stiffer-by-the-second dick, he had a short, beer can thick dick. Brock was a bit taken aback that someone was just openly jerking off, but he was immediately reminded how horny he was as his teenage dick strained against the tight denim of his jeans. The man saw Brock, then he used some spit to slick his cock up a little and continued wanking while staring openly at Brock for a few seconds before turning back to the film. Set into the walls on the left half of the room were four small alcoves. Small amounts of light from the central room barely made it into them and they were pitch black otherwise. Still more curious than anything, Brock started toward the nearest. Inside, there was another guy jerking off. He had tied twine around his dick and scrotum in some kind of home made Oxballs style cockring. His average sized dick was engorged and purple under the constraint of his knot work. He idly played with his dick, leaking some precum which he was enthusiastically licking from his fingers. He nodded to Brock, which may have been an invitation. Brock was oblivious, though, as he continued to the next alcove. Inside, he found a very roughly constructed plywood "table" at about the right height for fucking. An orange light bulb cast an eerie glow on the table. No one was in that alcove currently. The last two alcoves were two entrances into the same small, dark room. Inside were two construction workers. They still wore their vests. Each of them had his pants undone and around his thighs. Both appeared to have above average dicks. Kneeling in front of them was a man who had to be in his 60s. He wore nothing but a jockstrap. He was alternating sucking each of the dicks in front of him. "I'm gonna cum," one of the construction guys announced casually. The older man took his dick all the way down his throat and swallowed every drop of the man's seven inch uncut dick before turning his attention to the other dick. The guy who'd cum stuffed his dick back in his pants, buttoned up, and walked out of the alcove past Brock. Brock turned back to the film. Zeke had been joined on camera by a second man, Dale. The new guy was middle age. Dark hair and eyes. A bit taller than Zeke, but Zeke didn't look particularly tall. Dale looked like the "best friend's hot dad" in every teen sex comedy movie. Neatly trimmed beard, just a little bit of gray starting to come through, obviously knew his way around the gym. USDA Grade A Certified DILF. Zeke was now standing naked with his hands clasped in front of his groin. He looked a bit more uncomfortable now. Dale was walking around him groping him and pointing out tattoos and other details about him. Everywhere he would touch, the cameraman would get a closeup. "Alright, now we need some closeups of your dick and your ass, and then we can start the next part of the interview," Dale said as casually as if he were asking him to make some copies or fetch a coffee. Zeke seemed reluctant, but he eventually unclasped his hands. He had a decent size dick, even totally soft. "Oh yeah, this is going to work great, Zeke," Dale said enthusiastically. He unbuckled his pants and pulled out his semi-hard dick. Commando. Brock had watched a lot of porn. I mean, A LOT of porn. But he had rarely seen anything this...rough. There was no editing to speak of, just one continuous shot from the single camcorder. Everything about it felt so amateur and real. Brock's dick pulsed it's approval. Dale had one of the largest dicks Brock had ever seen. "Might be as big as mine," he thought. The only word he could think of to describe it was "photogenic." Thick with a couple prominent veins. Large head, but proportionate with the rest of the shaft. "Show me what you can do," Dale said, gesturing to his cock. Zeke got down on his knees and took the head of the man's dick in his mouth. Brock found his way over to an empty couch in the back and his left hand went straight for the steel pipe in his own jeans. He realized he hadn't touched his own dick since he'd gotten here. Even through his jeans he felt like he could explode instantly. In the flick, Dale was groaning as Zeke worked his head and the first bit of the shaft. He placed his hand on the back of Zeke's head and was less than gently coaxing Zeke further down his shaft. Zeke seemed to be much more comfortable with Dale's meaty head against his tonsils than the had been minutes ago. Zeke was also quite talented from the look of it. Before long, Dale's entire dick was sliding effortlessly in and out of his throat, skullfucking Zeke. A mixture of fluids dripped off Zeke's face as he accepted the massive length and girth of Dale's dick into his throat. A hunger burned behind his eyes. "Please fuck me, sir," Zeke coughed out during a quick break when Dale had pulled completely out to show the camera his dick layed across Zeke's face. "You sure you're ready, kid?" Dale chided. Zeke responded by scooping up a handful of the fluids still on his face and smearing between his cheeks. Then he laid back on the futon and presented his hole to Dale. Dale took off his shirt. Between his navel and his pelvis, on his muscular lower abdominals, he had a single tattoo: an orange scorpion. It wasn't a complicated tattoo, but it was exquisitely done. On screen, Zeke asked if the tattoo meant what he thought it meant. Dale didn't answer, he just shucked his pants and began smearing precum on Zeke's waiting hole directly from the head of his massive dick. "Does that mean what I think it means!?!" Zeke said more urgently this time. He looked genuinely terrified. He began to squirm, but Dale had him in a bad position and 40 extra pounds of leverage. Brock found himself confused, but undeniably aroused by the scene on the screen. Why had Zeke been so terrified of a tattoo? What did the tattoo mean? "This is gonna hurt," Dale said as he plunged his massive member into Zeke's hole. He had slicked Zeke's hole and his own cock with a generous amount of precum, but even that was not enough to prepare Zeke. Zeke screamed. He writhed. The pain was evident in every fiber of Zeke's body. Dale was clearly enjoying it, but he held back for the benefit kd the camera. The cameraman got a close up of Dale's cock impaling Zeke's hole. You could see Zeke's hole spasm, trying desperately to eject the sudden intrusion. Dale didn't move much until Zeke had calmed down a bit. As Zeke's hole adjusted, Dale began short, slow strokes in his hole. "Yes, the scorpion tattoo means what you think it means," he said matter of factly. "You told me you were serious about becoming a member," he added. "The club...," Zeke sputtered. "I wanted to join the fuck club, not get POZZED!" "They are one and the same," Dale replied. "Trust me, the benefits are worth it." The pleasure of the fuck was beginning to set in for Zeke. His cries and sharp breathing were quickly turning into moans and panting for more. Dale pulled his dick out of Zeke. The coating of juices on his dick had streaks of red through it. He flipped Zeke over face down on the futon. He plunged his cock back into Zeke's battered hole with the full weight of his muscular body behind it. Zeke was rocking his hips on every thrust to let more of Dale penetrate him. Dale shoved Zeke's head into the mattress of the futon as he slammed his dick into Zeke's puffy hole. The cameraman got a closeup of Zeke's angry red pucker as Dale hammered his length into him. The camera panned back out to a wider shot and Dale wrapped his muscular arm around Zeke's neck. "I'm going to poz you up, kid. And then sex will never be complicated again. You want fucked. You take cum. Someone wants to fuck you. You take cum." Dale said, mere centimeters from Zeke's ear. Dale slowed down his strokes. "Do you want it, Zeke? Do you want to fuck freely? Do you want more sex than you can possibly imagine?" "I want it," Zeke mumbled. "Say it like you mean it, kid." Dale had pulled Zeke up against his chest by his hair, his dick still dripping red tinged fluids. It was poised just outside the wreckage that used to be a sphincter, looking very much like a stinger ready to inject a lethal dose of venom. "I WANT IT! I WANT YOU TO POZ ME" Zeke shouted. Dale threw him back down on the bed, inserted his dick firmly into Zeke's hole, and, as if on cue, began emptying his toxic payload into Zeke's guts. The camera captured every flex and spasm of Dale's dick. In agonizing detail. Every spurt of cum was clear as Dale's venom painted the inside of Zeke's guts. "Welcome to the nest, initiate." Dale said as he pulled out and disappeared out of frame. Zeke stayed face down on the futon as the camera got some closeups of his ruined hole. The cameraman's arm appeared from out of frame and threw a business card onto Zeke's back. It was black with a scorpion embossed in an amber orange color on the side facing the camera. "Instructions." The cameraman said and then the camera was put down on a tripod or something, still recording Zeke. Zeke sat back down on the futon. For the second time, Brock noticed Zeke's cock, but now it was rock hard. It was fairly long. Probably around 7 inches. And average thickness. Zeke slicked his hand with some of the juices seeping out of his hole and jerked himself off without ceremony. Zeke was dressing himself on screen when suddenly Brock felt a hand grab his shoulder. He yelped and sprang up from the couch. He whipped around to see the cashier from upstairs with a stern look on his face. "This area is for members only," he droned, grabbing Brock's shoulder again and pushing him toward the door to the stairs. "I...uh...I was looking for. Uh. Bathroom? I thought the bathroom was down here." As the older man escorted him to the stairs, he stopped to take the disc out of the player hooked up to the projector and put a new one in. He put the disc in one of those plain sleeve cases labeled "070305 'Zeke' 22."

I just got a poz load at the porn theater. Big beefy bear type guy I've been talking to for a few weeks. Right after I sucked off two older guys

Chapter 10: Torn and Tattered Jimmy told Marc to get an old towel to put on the bed, as he had never fucked a guy that hadn't bled before from his PA. Jimmy retrieved the towel. As he was walking to get the towel, i kissed Jimmys scorpoin tat, telling hom how much i wanted his seed in me. After Marc came back with the towel, draped over his rock hard cock I got into the doggy position. Jimmy said we would start that way, but suggested that I ride him until I was use to his cock. He warned me that after I had adjusted, we'd change positions and I'd get the fucking of my life. Marc positioned his cock under my face to suck him, but I told Marc I was afraid I might bite his cock so don't be suprised if I took my mouth off of it. Jimmy started slowly by rubbing his zero quage PA on my hole. My metal butt plug was still in, and he cranked his PA on it several times before pulling my plug out. Marc's cum started oozing from my ass, and Jimmy slipped the head of his cock in me. I winced in pain, and Marc quickly removed his cock from my mouth. He moved down some so my face was resting on his stomach. He ran his hands through my hair, telling me he knew how much I wanted Jimmy's cock and it would be alright. Jimmy got his 10+ inches about half way in, before he suggested I ride him. Although I thought I could take more doggy, I agreed. I could feel his PA rubbing the inside of my ass, and knew it would be ripping my insides up when he became agressive. Jimmy sat on the bed, and I mounted his cock. I took it slow until it got a little deeper than he was doggy. At that point, I said what the fuck, and sat on his cock until it was balls to the wall. Jimmy was impressed saying no other guy had done that before. I rested a bit to get use to his cock. Having taken the twins before, it wasn't as bad as I expected. I quickly started bouncing up and down on Jimmy's toxic cock, knowing his PA would tear up my ass, introducing a new strain into my body. Jimmy was impressed and told me to get off his cock, and lay on my stomach. I was barely on my stomach when he buried his cock to the base in me. Jimmy said he didn't like subs who tried to control sex, and he was in control now. Jimmy added I was just a hole to use for his pleasure. He then grabbed me by the thoat, almost strangling me and said take my cock bitch. He let go of my throat, ordering me to tell him how much I wanted his charged load. I was worried that Marc might pick up on what he said, but perhaps it was a way to open a conversation with Marc. I decided to go with the flow and said give me your charged seed. Jimmy gave me his charged seed, and as he pulled out, it was apparent that his PA had ripped my ass up good. Marc had been stroking the entire time, and had already shot a load on his stomach. Jimmy ordered Marc to clean his bloody cock, and although Marc was hesitant, he did. Jimmy then put his clothes on saying he had someone else who was brave enough to take his cock, and he had to leave. After he left, Marc and I got on the bed, and made out. Marc said he'd always fantasized about having a rough fuck like that, but reminded me that I said we needed to talk about something before I planted my seed in him. I said yes we did, but as we had already finished the bottle of Jack, we should go get more liquor, and perhaps a pizza to bring back to the room. Marc agreed saying he thought I could use some food after that session. We headeded to the liquor store first, and instead of Jack, we got some rum. Afterall as I reminded Marc, rum makes you wanna cum! When we got to the pizza joint, Marc suggested we get Pepperoni as it would be a Pepperoni session after.

Hey everyone. I was wondering if you made any memorable experiences that got you into bare fucking. I used to be a very shy guy and had my first real sex relatively late (if I disregard the jerking off with a neighborhood friend as young teens). I was not a fan of condoms but regarded them as the necessary evil to even have sex. It just never felt that good so I didn't really enjoy fucking when I started. During a vacation in Taiwan I've had some very hot dates and one was my entry to the world of bareback. This hot twink I met online was with me in my Airbnb place and while we were cuddling I rubbed my cock against his hole. He wanted me to just fuck him bare and in the heat of the moment it just felt right and the feeling that fucking him bare gave me was beyond compare. I suddenly realized that THIS is the only way I wanted to have sex in the future. I'm still so thankful to that guy that he showed me how real sex should be: skin on skin and juicy. What about you? I'm curious to learn about your journey towards bare fucking.

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. This one has been sitting around for a few years. I finished it up after figuring out how to get out of the hole I wrote myself into. It's a little different since it gives the perspectives from the two main characters - Danny and Stu. As usual for my stories, the first part is setup with no sex. ------ Part 1 Danny: Summer had arrived I was stoked to have two months more to relax before I headed off to the state university to finish my degree. I had graduated from the local junior college and was looking forward to finally moving away from my parents and starting a life on my own. One day I was heading out for my daily run when I spotted our new neighbor outside. Well, he was a few doors down, not next door, but still a neighbor. Mrs. Graydon had passed away last winter and her grandson had inherited the house and was cleaning things out and updating it. He seemed to be a cool guy in his early 30’s. He was single but seemed to have a lot of friends that would stop by and visit. I suppose he missed living in the city and our little suburb was quite a change, but it was a free house. I went out on my afternoon run and he was piling some stuff at the curb for the garbage man. He just had some shorts and tennis shoes on and was sweating like he had just run a marathon. I had only made it 3 houses down from my parent’s house when I stopped to let him walk by. It didn't look like he was paying attention to anything around him. He definitely looked different than most of our neighbors. He was about my height (5ft 10) but had a bigger frame. He had light brown hair and gray eyes. He had some muscle but there wasn’t a six-pack under his hairy somewhat flat stomach and chest. The thing that really stood out was that he had a lot of ink. Tattoos. His left arm was covered as was half of his right. There was a large one on his back and another big one on his left leg that looked like a serpent. His smile, though, cut right through the tough guy image of the tattoos. “Hi! I’m Stu. I just moved into my grandmother’s old house” he said. I was speechless at first since I was getting into my “running zone” and wasn’t ready for a conversation with a stranger. After a few seconds, I replied “Hi, I’m Danny. I live three houses down… until I head down to State for fall semester.” “Cool. That’s where I went. I’m sure you’ll have fun down there. It’s a great campus. You taking the summer off then?” Stu asked. He seemed really friendly and nothing like the comments I had heard from some of the neighbors that found him not clean-cut enough for the neighborhood. I replied “Kinda. No summer classes but I have a part time job.” Stu had set the boxes down and was looking back at me. His eyes seemed to wander all over my body. I had my usual running outfit on of a tank top, shorts and running shoes, all freshly washed by my mom. “Yeah, you’ll want to build up your piggy bank for next year. You’d be surprised how expensive some of the shit can be” Stu said. I could see he seemed to be thinking about something and was on the edge of saying something else but he shook his head and said “I gotta get some more of this crap sorted. There’s over 50 years of stuff she collected in there. See you around.” I took off on my run and I kept coming back to thinking about Stu. When I run I try and clear my head - it’s my relaxation time. There was just something about him that intrigued me. He was kind of sexy wearing just shorts and being all sweaty. Confident, too. Maybe that was the problem - I had never really figured out my own sexuality. I had come to the decision that I was bisexual a few years ago. I had dated girls and had sex with several of them, but I still liked checking guys out too. I was too nervous to actually do anything with a guy, especially around my home town since everyone gossips. It was one of the reasons I was looking forward to being a few hours away at the big state university so I could experiment a little. — Stu: The year started off strangely. My mom’s mother and I had always been close but she suddenly died on the coldest day of the year. When she hadn’t answered the phone two days in a row, I went over to check on her. I found her laying in bed sleeping but this was an eternal sleep that she would never awaken from. My mom had died almost ten years earlier from cancer and my dad disappeared with his new wife a year after that. He didn’t want anything to do with me, his gay son. He barely talked to my sister, either. My grandmother left everything to me which caused a rift between me and my sister. After dealing with probate, I sold my condo in the city and moved out to her house in the burbs. I had a lot of ideas of what I could do with the place and knew the huge basement would make a great playroom. I had been there about a month and was starting to feel pretty isolated. I would pull up the apps and it looked like I was in a desert. Many times the nearest guy was miles away. My friends didn’t really want to come visit but they did as long as I came into the city sometimes too, so we started to alternate weekends. When I went into the city it almost always meant going to the bath house. The baths had been a staple for me since I moved to the city after I graduated. It was a place where I could satisfy all my sexual needs without having to deal with a full time partner. I like the variety of fucking or getting fucked by different guys every time and there isn’t the bullshit that you have on dates or hookups. You might get the occasional guy who asks for a condom but that’s it. No questions about status or when did you last get tested. None of the questions about hobbies or previous relationships either. You meet, you fuck, you leave. I did get a few hits on the apps now and then. Mostly it was married guys looking to get fucked or wanted a decent blowjob and a couple that wanted to fuck. It was funny, almost all of them listed “safe only” in their profiles but when they would show up nothing was said. Many of them ended up going home to their wives with a big load of my cum inside them. I never heard from most of them after the first fuck. They usually were so embarrassed when they came down from the post-fuck high that they couldn’t get their clothes on fast enough and get out the door. I did meet a few that became fuck buddies so between them and the trips to the baths my balls always had a fresh load of sperm. One day I was taking a load of stuff from my grandmother’s house out for the garbage pickup and this young guy came jogging down the sidewalk. I almost ran into him since I really wasn’t paying attention. He was cute, on the thin side but was in nice shape. He was about my height with dark brown hair. He stopped and I introduced myself. Danny, his name was. He seemed friendly and had that twenty year old innocence about him. My gaydar was really pinging on him but he didn’t seem to be flirting back. I almost offered to hire him to help clean the junk out of the house right then and there. It would be a good way to see him closer and maybe get him down to the basement to try out some of the stuff I had put in down there. I decided to take it slow and not scare him off since he seemed to be the only person in the neighborhood who wasn’t intimidated by me. Most of the residents thought I was too young to own a house there and the fact that I had several tattoos and piercings put them off too. I heard several comments thinking I was a "hooligan" or "thug." — Danny: The next day I went for my run and looked over at Mrs. Graydon’s… er Stu’s house as I went by, hoping to see him outside. That's when I spotted the car and the "For Sale" sign in the windshield. He wasn’t around but as I came back from my run, he was out in the driveway meeting a guy. The guy was a little taller than Stu and looked a little like Mr. Johnson that owns the flower shop downtown. They were hugging each other but it was more of a bear hug than a bro-hug. Stu waved as he saw me and they went into his house and I headed off to ours to take a shower. My mind kept thinking of Stu as I showered and my dick started getting hard. I realized that I found him really sexy. He was older than me, but not as old as my dad. Probably experienced. Shit, I didn’t even know if he liked guys. The next day I asked about the car and he told me everything he knew about it. It had a pile of receipts detailing every visit it had to the dealer or Mr. Bryant's shop for maintenance. The car ran like new and he even let me test drive it. The car wasn’t much, but it was better than driving around in my mom’s minivan. It might have been 20 years old, but it only had 18,000 miles on it from going to the grocery store and church and it was a Toyota so it probably would last a while. I told my dad about it and the next day my dad was over striking a deal with Stu and the car was mine. For the next few days I would go out on my run and I would catch glimpses of him either out in the yard or going inside his house. Almost every time he just had some shorts and shoes on, but no shirt. On Friday I was coming back from my run. The day was really warm and I had my tank top in my hand as I came down the street. Stu was coming out of his house with a kitchen chair and was walking to the street. I stopped as I got to his house and said “Hi!” as he set the chair down. He said “Hi” back and then asked “Can I borrow you for a few minutes to help me take the rest of the chairs and table out here? I’m sure someone will be interested in a free kitchen table set.” “Sure!" I replied as I followed him back into his house. “Unless you need it for your place at school…” Stu said. “Nah, I’m going to be living in the dorms for the first year anyway” I replied. It took us a couple of trips to get the six chairs and the table out to the street. I was just about to head home when he asked “Do you want something to drink? It’s the least I can offer.” “Yeah, that would be good. I’m thirsty after my run” I said. He motioned for me to take a seat on one of the chairs out on the back deck. I noticed that there was a hot tub next to the deck and that the back yard was now fenced in with a tall eight foot fence. Stu came back with a few drinks in his hand. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted and I didn’t want to make another trip so I got a bottle of water, a gatorade and an iced tea. The beer’s for me” he said and chuckled. “Water’s good” I replied with a smile. “You’ve done some work back here. Last time I saw it there were weeds everywhere” I said to Stu. “Yeah, I hired some landscapers to clean everything out and put the fence up. I like it a little more private back here but Mr. Simpson said I ruined his view. It turned out even better than I hoped, though” Stu told me. “Nice hot tub. I bet that feels good after you’ve been working all day moving boxes and furniture” I said. I wasn’t sure why I said that, it was more to fill the silence. But I looked over at Stu when he didn’t reply right away and saw him staring at me. Finally he broke the stare and said “Yeah it does. Uh… you want to try it out?” I was surprised at his offer. I had only been in one a few times when my family had been on vacation at some hotel. I could tell I was blushing and I stammered out a reply “Uh… I’d like to but I don’t have a swimsuit. I could run home and get it if you’re serious.” A big smile came over his face and he replied “No need. It’s just the two of us and I prefer to be naked in there. As long as you’re ok with it…” Stu stood up and walked over to the steps and looked back at me. He walked over to the edge of the hot tub and pulled the cover back and then turned on the motor. I was kind of embarrassed and actually felt my cock twitch. I didn’t want to give him a bad impression so I took a gulp of water and headed over to the hot tub. — Stu: I watched each day go by and figured out Danny was a creature of habit. He would go jogging past my house at the start of his run and then come back about the same time every time. I laid out my plan to see if my gaydar was right about this guy. He was cute and innocent and I thought he might be a good time. I've always enjoyed getting my dick into a new ass. Finally on a Friday, I was looking out as he came back from his run and took one of my grandmother’s old kitchen chairs out to the street just as he was running by. I asked him for some help to get the rest of the chairs and the table out for the junk collectors. Just like I hoped, he agreed. Afterwards I offered him something to drink. Things moved faster than I expected when he commented about the hot tub. It was too easy. I suggested we jump in, but he wanted to get his swimsuit first. I told him I preferred to be naked in the hot tub. He didn’t put up a fight and the next thing I knew he was standing next to me by the hot tub. I dropped my shorts and kicked off my sneakers before I climbed the two steps and swung my legs over the edge into the warm water. I didn’t even really make a scene of it, but he seemed to be a little shocked at how nonchalant I was about hopping in naked in front of a stranger. Years of going to the baths does that to a guy. I’m much more comfortable naked than with clothes on. I slid down into the bubbling water and motioned for him to join me. From the angle I was at, I couldn’t see him drop his shorts, which was a shame. I did watch closely as he walked up the two stairs to get in. I looked carefully as he revealed his cock and ass and then knelt down and then got into the water. He had a nice treasure trail from his navel to his bush. It was a nice looking soft cock, about 5 inches long, a little thick and cut. It would be a nice mouthful, but I would probably have to wait for another day for that. “Slow” I kept reminding myself. We sat there in the warm water and chatted a bit. I would mix general stuff with questions about his social life, trying to find out if he was seeing someone and whether it was a guy or a girl. In the end, he wasn’t seeing anyone and since he was leaving for school soon. That made some sense, but didn't help me find out if he was gay. He had a bunch of friends and they would play video games or goof around. All pretty boring stuff. He did mention having a couple ex-girlfriends, but that didn’t mean much. Lots of gay guys do that before they come out. I did catch him looking me over and I gave him plenty of chances to see all of my body. When I got a little too hot, I would sit up on the edge of the tub, with just my lower legs and feet in the water. Danny seemed a little shy and stayed under water the whole time. — Danny: I was a little nervous about getting into the hot tub naked with another guy. I really didn’t know him that well, but I also wanted to show him I wasn’t scared to do it. I went down the stairs to get into the tub. There were some hooks on the fence next to the tub, so I could hang my shorts there and then it was a short distance to get into the tub. He was so at ease dropping his shorts and getting into the tub naked in front of me. My eyes were glued to his every move and I looked him over. The hair on his chest and stomach also covered his butt and legs. He wasn’t one of those hairy beasts you see sometimes, but he wasn’t smooth either. I just had a little patch of hair between my pecs and it just looked stupid as far as I was concerned, so I had shaved my chest since it first grew out. I left the trail between my belly button and my cock since I liked how that looked and kept my pubes trimmed so it didn’t look like a jungle down there. I climbed into the tub, trying to be careful not to slip and fall in. The next thing I knew I was sitting in the tub across from Stu. I could look at him and not be obvious. He really did look sexy. I had never known or seen anyone that had that much ink covering his body. I tried to make out all of the images that were there but still keep our conversation going. He was friendly and asked lots of stuff trying to get to know me. I realized that I hadn’t asked anything about him and then I saw the reflection. “Holy shit. You have your nipples pierced?” I blurted out. I hadn’t noticed the little bars in each nipple before. Suddenly, I was really embarrassed how I said that. Stu just laughed though and said “You just noticed? I think every time we have met my shirt has been off.” “Uh, I guess that tattoos distracted me” I replied. I immediately felt like an idiot for saying that too. Now it sounded like I was checking him out. Which I was, I just didn’t want to admit it. Stu had a big smile on his face. “Don’t worry about it. I realize that the ink and piercings aren’t a common sight around here. Look all you want. Ask questions if you want. If I didn’t expect some comments, I wouldn’t have gotten them” he said. He was sitting up on the edge of the tub and I looked over all of the tattoos and the rest of his body seeing if I had missed anything else. I was trying to avoid looking at his crotch, but another reflection drew me to his cock. It was hanging and soft but it was still bigger than mine. And there was a ring in the end of it. This time I fought back the urge to blurt out something just as stupid as I had before. After a few seconds I just said “Another piercing?” He nodded and then lifted up his cock so I could see it better. My eyes were glued on it and I just said “Fuck.” “Yep, that’s what it’s for. Feels really good when I fuck and I’m told it feels really good for them too” Stu said. He let go of his cock and slid back into the water. After a few minutes of silence I asked “Why?” “Well, some of the tattoos have meanings, others are just art. The piercings are mostly about pleasure. Except for the ears. Those I did when I was younger and are more for looks. Though when someone sucks on the bottom ear piercing it does feel good” he said and laughed again. He seemed so comfortable talking about this stuff and I was trying hard to keep my cock from being completely stiff and saying one word sentences. We talked a little more and I realized the sun was going down and I had to get home. “I need to get home before my parents worry. This was fun” I said. “My pleasure… Oh shit… I forgot… The towels are in the house. Grab your shoes and shorts and follow me in. We can dry off inside” Stu said. I tried willing my cock to go soft but it wasn’t really listening. I stood up and while my cock wasn’t as hard as it had been, it was definitely not soft. I blushed and hoped Stu wouldn’t notice as I turned and got out of the tub and went down the stairs, picking my shoes off the ground and grabbing my shorts from the hook. As much as I tried to hide it, Stu had noticed. “The hot bubbling water usually does that. Don’t worry” he said. I think he winked at me too, but I was too embarrassed to look at him. I followed him into the house and he reached into a cabinet and pulled out two towels, tossing one to me. I dried off making sure the towel covered my cock. Once dry, I pulled my jock and shorts on and then my tank top. “Thanks for the dip in the hot tub. It was fun” I said turning to the door. “No problem. Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for helping me move the stuff. I might want some more help another time. There’s a lot of stuff here and lots of my stuff is still sitting in the basement. See you later” Stu said. — Stu: Damn, Danny’s cute. It took everything I had not to slither over to the other side of the hot tub and ravage him. He definitely stayed coy about whether he was into guys, but I really think he is just waiting for the right opportunity. Hopefully I can give him that, and a lot more. When we got out of the hot tub, he bent over to get his shoes and I almost ran over and buried my face in his ass. His legs had a little hair on them and there was a little more between his ass cheeks, but that hole had my mouth watering. It looked so perfect and tight and I knew it would feel good with my tongue or cock deep inside it. I caught him the next day when he was coming back from his run and asked him if he was up for making a few bucks helping me clean out the rooms in the house. I told him it would be just a couple hours each day he wanted to work. Since I work at home, my schedule is usually flexible. I told him he could just stop by any time after 2PM on weekdays and he could work for a couple hours and then go for his run. He said it sounded good since he could set what days he would work. I just asked he give me an hour or more notice so I could adapt my work schedule. I didn’t mention that I also might have to get rid of a hookup, hehe. He started stopping over a few days later. He really did help out a lot. He was good at sorting junk from valuables and useless old mail from bills that might need attention. The first day he stumbled across my grandmother’s toy box with a vibrator and a couple dildos. He was so embarrassed. I already had my own collection downstairs so I just told him to “pitch them.” I think he might have taken one home with him or came back and got the whole box later. It was hard to tell with all the garbage cans we were filling.

Did he really just say what I thought he said….”Oh fuck that’s good”….he…er…he said he knew my son…”Fuck me harder”…..he knew the kid in the photo next to my bed….”AHHH FUCCKK YEAH HARDER..”…he’d fucked him a few weeks ago…”Oh god, go deeper”…he’d fucked my son…HE’D FUCKED MY SON!! “Wait, wait” I said pushing him up..he was fucking hot and was doing a great job of stretching my cunt…”You fucked him” I said pointing to the picture. He stopped, ripped, sweaty and panting, pushing up and looked at the photograph, “Yeah, hot kid, fucked him and some other lad.” He suddenly looked at me as puzzled as I was, “He a friend?” He asked as I leaned up to grab the photo. “He’s my son” I replied. The hot stud who’d been ploughing me missionary, suddenly grinned at me. “Sweet, I’ve fucked the Father and Son” I have to admit it sounded hot too, “Did he know you were poz?” I asked with a sudden sinking feeling. “Yeah, first thing they asked. Wanted to know if I was toxic, they wanted breeding” He grinned back, “Concerned for your son?” he said gently thrusting back into me. I breathed in as he entered me, “A little, but I think he’s on Prep.” I said suddenly full of mixed emotions for the well being of my only son and the thought of this hot stud breeding him. “Well they said they weren’t and wanted pozzing. They begged me for my poison load” He smirked and began to fuck me hard again. The thought of fucking the father and the son had clearly excited him. If truth be told, it did me too. We fucked hard for another hour before he finally shot his poz load down my throat. He ate mine and we kissed for a while longer. “I’m undetectable anyway, so no chanced of infecting your boy” He smirked as I led him to the door of my apartment. It was 3am and this Grindr fuck stud had been just what I needed. Hung, muscular and total top who just happened to be HIV+. “I never asked what status you were?” He said as I stood naked with my front door wide open. “I’m HIV+ too and high viral load at the moment” I grinned. The stud smiled back, “Sweet” as I closed the door on him. I had a lot to absorb besides the Grindr studs cum in my stomach. My teenage son was chasing. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. It would be hard to criticize him since I’d been incredibly promiscuous all my life and finally succumbed to the bug when I was 32 after riding any toxic cock I could find. Now at the ripe old age of 38, I was toned, with a shaved head and short, trimmed beard. I still had a six pack, defined arms and muscular pecs with pert little nipples. I also kept my upper body smooth showing off my hairless balls and 8.5” uncut cock. I was an above average DILF and Grindr was my haunt. Unsuspecting and naïve slutty bottoms my prey. Speaking of which, my phone let out a Grindr growl. I walked back into my living room and grabbed the phone. It was a notification from the stud who’d just left. 'Forgot. I met your son and his bf on Twitter. They have a JustForFans account. You may want to check it out', he wrote. I clicked the link and sure enough my naked son Ben and his other half, Jeremy popped up. Both were grinning with cum covered faces. For the rest of the night I sat naked on the couch watching my beautiful boy being used by so many different men. I’d been so proud of him as he grew to manhood. I’d fathered him when I was 20, during my bisexual phase. I’d been so happy when he came out as gay at the age of 14, although he was overtly effeminate so it wasn’t exactly a shock. Nor was finding him sucking the dick of an older brother of one of his school friends in his bedroom one Christmas I’d come to visit. Now he was grown, with short dark hair and a beautifully proportioned tight body. Defined six pack, pert little nipples, smooth, unblemished skin. A fabulous ass and his fathers big dick, which like mine, remained hard and leaked copious amounts of precum all the time he was being fucked. I hadn’t actually seen him top once, so he was obviously a bottom who loved being stretched wide, either by one or two cocks, or a fist. There were plenty of clips of him taking massive dildos and some monster manhood's too. His boyfriend Jeremy was also a stunning boy. 19 years of age and was at the same dance school as Ben. He was a few inches taller and skinnier, but his fat dick was inside Ben as often as he could be, it would seem. I’d met him a few times and liked him because he made my boy happy. Now I could see why and their depraved love life was equal to my own. The two of them were utter sluts. Watching my boy felch cum out of his bf’s freshly seeded cunt and then share it with him. He was equally adept with being pissed on and drank much of what he was given. Perhaps his best videos were of older men using him in every position. Clearly like me, Ben loved older guys and would whimper and moan as he was abused. He loved being tied up and slapped around. Verbal and physical humiliation made him very happy with his erect cock bouncing up and down in every scene. It was strange, but I realised I’d been wanking my fat dick for ages as I watched my boy being fucked by countless men. Knowing that he was chasing was also making me horny as fuck.

Matty kneeled before Master Tom, naked except for a tight leather cock ring and the little sterling dog tag saying “Property of Mark Stern” nestled between his pert pecs. His little perfect cock, the blue-black skin on his cock and balls matching his hair, was rock hard. This was gonna be so hot, he thought, although there was also a little nervous flitter in his stomach: Master Tom was a legend, famous for getting what he wanted. Master Tom slowly circled him, enjoying the kid’s pale blue-white skin. He stroked the spot where Matty’s commitment tattoo marked him as Bill’s boy. “I like that you show commitment to your primary and secondary alpha on your hot little body,” Master Tom breathed, nipping at the kids little ear. Reaching down, his enormous hand completely surrounding the boys small cock and balls, he said “A man always needs to know who to ask for permission to use an owned boy.” As he hand closed tight like a vice, crushing Matty’s cock and balls easily, he breathed “And both you and your daddy said I could make you my boy for this weekend.” The night before, Master Tom had leaned in a corner of the DC Eagle near the dance floor. At 71 years old, he remained an archetypical hot leather man, his body in better shape than many men 1/3 his age. His cropped hair was full salt-and-pepper, his handsome face a little craggy now, but it went well with his air of confident masculinity. He was 6’1” and his big muscular arms displayed a red leather band on his left bicep, his long arm ending in enormous hands. Through his open leather vest, his bare chest was broad and defined, his dark brown-black skin gleaming, contrasting with the small fist pendant nestled between his big pecs. He no longer had a six pack—he wasn’t immune to age—but no man complained about the hard, flat stomach that remained. His tight jeans revealed muscular thighs, and his huge feet looked even bigger in the old-school black boots he wore. Just visible at his crotch and running down his thighs was Master Tom’s not-so-secret weapon: 13 real inches long, and six real inches around, Master Tom’s cock was legendary. His cock’s insatiability matched only by Tom’s relentless pursuit of deep fisting. Master Tom was intently watching the dance floor, and in particular one group of men. His husband and leather sub for four decades, Simon, dancing with two of his favorite twinks, both boys co-owned by men he liked and respected. He really wanted the slightly older man, Teddy. He looked so much like Simon at that age it made his heart ache. Simon still looked great at 62, his lean definition matching the younger man’s body perfectly. Teddy was shorter—5’6” he figured, to Simon’s 5’9”—but Teddy’s angelic face and dark blonde air reminded him of Simon at 25 when they met. But he would never have Teddy, because Teddy saw Simon as a mentor, someone who had given him relationship advice early on when he started living with his demanding Daddy (and Master) Mark. There was no hang up about fucking with friends: Tom and Simon had lived through the sixties and 70s and had fucked like 99% of their friends over the years, but Simon was probably right: even a weekend with Master Tom would change the way Teddy related to Simon, and so Teddy was a no go. But the other twink, Matty, now that was one hot boy. Matty only had been a part of Mark and Bill’s group for a year and a half. Master Tom had been here at the Eagle the first time Bill showed off Matty’s tattoo of commitment, made at the one year mark, the initials WGB— William Galway’s Boy—making his little perfect ass an even more inviting target than ever before. Mattty was a little stud muffin, there was no better way to put it. Matty was 5’4”, his incredible muscle definition evidence of his life-time pursuit of dance. He looked sensational with Bill, Bill’s pinkish skin contrasting sharply with the boys pale blue-white skin, almost like fine porcelain, his smaller perfect muscles complemented Bill’s broad shoulders and huge biceps. His torso was a defined V, ending in a tiny little waist, and his pecs were a little more pumped and prominent than they were a year ago because he and his Daddy Bill pumped iron together in the big gym on Bill’s farm. Master Tom loved the kid’s oversized areola surrounding his nipples, shiny now with the silver bars his daddies had given him. Matty wore his silky blue-black hair a little long, grazing his shoulders, and Tom imagined holding it out of the way as the boy wrapped his beautiful scarlet red lips around his big cock. He knew he and Matty would look sensational together too, Master Tom’s dark arm disappearing inside Matty’s clutching white hole. Well, that is if Bill agreed to his plot to have little Matty spend the next weekend—four days for July 4th—with him while Simon was in Chicago visiting family. Simon had raised no objections—Matty was in the category of regular friends whom Simon had no problem being a horn dog with—and was a little disappointed not to get to participate. But Simon knew that once Matty had a taste of a weekend of sex with Master Tom, that Matty would be back. Because if Matty’s Daddy Mark was an assmaster, an adept of the dark arts of fisting, Master Tom was a high priest of the inner temple. With over 50 years to develop his command of the colon, Tom was more than just a master of fisting, he was a fucking fist fuck magician. Matty was now standing, bent at the waist, his wrists bound together and pulled towards the ceiling behind me and above his back. Rope bound his legs together tightly, and his little cock and balls were pulled back through his legs, the same rope that bound his legs also bound his balls tightly, so any movement in his body caused the rope to tighten around his balls. Master Tom knew his ropes and Matty felt that mastery with every blow, as the rope’s movement made his balls ache in time with every stroke. Matty was bound right next to Master Tom’s cleaning station, looking directly down into the big free-standing bathtub, the crazy looking deep clean tool coiled inside. It was a Master Tom signature creation, a long flexible deep-clean shower shot affixed to about 20 inches of narrow rigid tubing by spongy waterproof tape. Matty’s perfect muscle ass was already bright cheerful red, marked first by Master’s big hand, then the ping pong paddle, and now a big wooden paddle with holes. “Seven, sir,” he managed, after grunting hard at the pain of impact. Fuck that hurt, he thought. Master Tom smiled, naked now except for his rock hard cock, and a harness, the black leather showcasing his big chest, flat stomach, and drawing the eye to his monster cock. The boy was still sober. He’d have Matty do some lines before he deep cleaned his ass. He knew the boy’s leather pack played sober more than they played high—no group of men with that collection of leadership responsibilities could do otherwise—but Tom wanted to take Matty on a particularly piggy journey that the drugs would enhance—and truth be told, enable. After Matty reached “20, sir,” barely able to speak from the pain of the muscle man striking his ass. “Your daddy said you were natural pain pig,” Master Tom stated, “I think you did pretty good taking that little beating.” Tom continued, “Bill also said you have a hot mouth,” slipping his thick tool into Matty’s delicious mouth,”We’ll see about that.” Giving one last lustful look at the hotness of the three timeless twinks dancing together, Tom went to look for Bill and Mark. Spying them leaning together outside on the bar ‘s small patio, Tom went up to say hello. He liked and respected these men. Both had gotten where they were in life through hard work and being smart. He knew Mark was a lawyer at a big firm downtown, but unlike most DC gays with fancy careers he could care less what other people did for a living. He was pretty standoffish before he knew people, and not a big extrovert, but having his sunshine boy Teddy in his life meant Mark knew more people now. Bill was also just his kind of man—a hard working man who had did regular guy work. And while he found their respective boys hot as fuck physically, they were also solid young men with good heads on their shoulders. After shaking each man’s hand, Master Tom looked directly into Bill’s eyes. “Simon is going away for the long weekend,” he said, “I wonder if you would allow your boy Matty to spend some time with me that weekend?” Turning quickly to Mark, he said, “Mark I find Teddy incredibly attractive—he looks exactly like Simon did when we first met—but he and Simon are close and my having Teddy be my boy for even just a weekend would make Simon feel awkward, so I gotta do what my boys asks.” Mark smiled wistfully, “Oh I know all about that. I would love to have Teddy train with you, I think he would get a lot of it, but I agree: his friendship with Simon is too important to him to get messed up.” Turning back to Mark, Master Tom smiled, “What’ll it be, Bill? Can your little hot stud be my boy next weekend?” Bill said, “We gotta ask my boy. In our pack the boys don’t have to go with anyone that don’t want to be with. We don’t want them to feel like prostitutes.” He paused and grinned, “Unless being whored out turned them on, of course. I would say Mark and I would probably do almost anything that turns one of our boys on.” He then looked serious, “Let me ask my boy so he knows it’s totally his decision. He’s from Texas and might feel like has to accept because he wants to oblige you.” Bill then smiled wickedly, “Honestly, Tom, I think you can probably make plans on it happening. My boy has a daddy fetish that runs as deep as the iceberg that downed the Titanic.” It was Master Tom’s turn to smile wickedly, “Well tell your boy that after four days with my big dick, my big mitts, and a solid supply of top-grade crystal, he may have a hole that runs as deep as that iceberg.” As the men laughed, Mark piped up, “Fuck no don’t tell him that. Our little man is already enough of a horn dog as it is. If he hears that then Bill and me aren’t getting anything done in the next week—except for fisting that boys incredible ass!” Laughing, Master Tom raised his beer and turned to go, “Looking forward to hearing more.” As predicted Matty was interested. He hadn’t had sex with anyone outside of his leather family since he joined it. He didn’t really need anyone else—even just one of his daddies was more than enough for him—so Matty knew he could go the rest of his life just with them. BUT, fuck Master Tom was hot. He was in many ways a muscle daddy equal to Daddy Bill. But he had one that thing turned Matty on that his own daddy didn’t: salt and pepper hair. And Marty had zero complaints about Daddy Mark’s rock hard tool or Daddy Bill’s thick nine inches. But he’d heard Daddy Tom had an extraordinarily big cock and he wanted to get fucked hard by that monster. So like an eager kid on his way to the candy store, he started bouncing around the Eagle looking for Master Tom. Matty spied him at the bar, talking low in the ear of his boy Simon. As he bounced up getting more excited the closer he got to the gorgeous man, Matty found he was smiling big. Simon, long wise to the ways of new conquests in an open relationship, drifted away into the crowd. “Hello sir,” Matty said, putting his little hand out to shake Master Tom’s enormous paw. “I am Matty, Bill and Mark’s boy. Your boy Simon is my leather bro Teddy’s friend,” Matty continued, suddenly nervous. “I know we’ve met before and not really chatted much,” He swallowed, it had been a while since he had done anything like picking up a guy in bar, “ummm…my Daddy Bill told me about your idea for next weekend.” Matty suddenly looked down, feeling shy and pretty sheepish, “Here’s the thing sir, if you don’t mind, could you ask me the question directly? I appreciate you being so respectful and having Daddy Bill ask me, I really do.” Matty then looked into the older man’ eyes, seeing their rich brown color flaked with what seemed like gold, taking a deep breath, he squared his shoulders and looking Master Tom straight in the eye, he finally continued, “It’s just, sir, that most big muscle men are only into other big muscle men. So when I hear a big muscle man wants to spend time with me it makes me so hard.” “So, please, sir,” Matty said bravery gone and looking at his feet. Master Tom grabbed the hot boy’s ass with one hand, squeezing the hard bubble butt, and smiling he said, “Matty, you sexy little man, never be ashamed or afraid to tell me what you are need.” Tom used one finger to raise the boy’s head so he was looking in the those gorgeous pale grey eyes. “Matty, boy of Tom and Mark, would you like to spend next long weekend in my basement dungeon and be my boy for four days?” Matty’s face light up and he leaned in, rubbing his now rock hard little cock through his jeans onto Daddy Tom’s growing monster. “Fuck yes, daddy” he said, rubbing hard, Then unable to resist, he put out his small palm, looked down, and gently squeezed the giant tube, looking up into the older man’s face, “Oh fuck daddy, oh fuck yes.” Tom pulled him close and began making out with Matty, filling Matty’s little mouth with his much larger tongue. Fuuuck, Tom thought, this was going to be a great weekend. Across the room Bill, Mark, Teddy and Simon were watching the interaction. Bill said, “100 bucks says he’s asking Master Tom to ask him directly.” “I am with Daddy Bill,” Teddy agreed, “Hearing a muscle man so much as breathe his name gives my pack brother a hardon for days.” Mark laughed as Master Tom drew Matty towards him and asked him something while looking directly into his eyes. “Here it comes,” Mark observed, and they all started laughing as Matty started rubbing his crotch on Master Tom’s legs. And as they started to make out, Simon quipped “There’s an ending no one saw coming.” Then his voice turned serious, “My master looks so fucking hot with your boy.” Mark, Bill, and Teddy all watched intently, Teddy’s fingers flew to his nipples as Mark and Bill squeezed their now rock hard cocks. “Fuck right he does,” breathed Bill, “My boy’s so hot he’d look hot with anyone.” +++

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I've developed a thing for ass to mouth. Especially after a guy breeds me.

I absolutely love bareback sex. First time I did it and felt the guy shoot inside me was incredible. But the morning after was full of regret and was in a state of panic for the next 3 months. After that, I insisted of the top wearing the condom. Some, no problem, other was hesitant. After I met a guy and we started fooling around I got on prep. Sex was so much better going bare. Than came the night my fuck buddy wanted too bring a guy on grindr over. I saw the guys status was positive and he said he knew and wanted to watch the guy poz me. Long story short I didn't want to. But curiosity got the better of me and I search the guy out on my own. We fooled around and and he filled me up. Feeling him cum in me was so hot. He took me to a friend of his who was also positive and I got two more loads. That was 9 months ago. Been tested three times now all negitive. I now do fear being positive like I use to. I feel like it's going to happen one day. I guess I want it on my terms.

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My last load I gave was at Banana Video, in Chicago, A hungry guy blew me in a glory hole and took my load. The last load I took, was while cruising at a local forest preserve. Bred the guy and then he gave me a load after.

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It had been a while since I had anything to write about, went to the bathhouse a couple of times but nothing really happened. That changed yesterday, went to my favorite place, Chute and got a room. Within 5 minutes I got hit up by a guy that said he was a fisting top and wanted to know if I wanted to be stretched out, I’ve never been fisted but love having my ass played with. He was able to get 4 fingers in me and really spread open my hole but I couldn’t/wouldn’t take his whole fist so he asked if I’d fist him, holy shit I was able to fist him up to my forearm. After that I went to the playroom and a hairy bubble butt guy was getting fucked so 3 of us took turns fucking him, wasn’t ready to cum so I slapped his ass and went back to my room. Hairy BB came by the room and started eating out my ass, he got his tongue way in there and got me super horny, he replaced his tongue with his cock and fucked me hard for a while then left. A tall blonde came in and wanted to fuck me but with a condom, he had a good size cock so I said yes, once he was done and came in the condom I pulled it out of the trash can and squeezed the cum into my ass. A tall beefy hunk of a man came in and tapped me on the shoulder, I looked at the huge bulge in his towel and thought boy this is going to be fun. I was able to deep throat his massive wide cock using plenty of poppers when he then asked if I wanted to back to his bigger room so he could fuck me, sure thing we get to his room and fucked/wrecked my hole for a good 15 minutes before shooting a good size load. Went back to my room and Hairy BB came in and asked if I would give him my 10 day load, he turned around and I pounded his ass, had an audience so I was going hard then shot my load in him, a lot of it came back out and puddled in my floor. Was spent so showered and left, sorry for the long tail but wanted to share my awesome day.

2 loads today one at the house one at the office both raw and anon

Chapter 4: Life’s a Beach Shooting continued for the next few days, but with plenty of downtime for everyone in the company to relax and enjoy the sun, the pool, and the sand. Early afternoon was the chosen time to film the scenes, and both Paulo’s pairing with the tiny Irish lad, Ryan, and Laszlo’s sizzling scene with Rod Rammer passed Daniel’s personal hotness-meter test. Ryan turned out to be the kind of bottom who squirmed around, twisting every which way as a top drove into him, and it gave the scene an extra erotic charge as the viewer could easily imagine Paulo’s hard cock bouncing off every side and angle of Ryan’s tunnel in turn. In the scene with Rod and Laszlo, it was a difficult task (Daniel called it a “hard” one) to sort out which of the two successive ass breedings was the hotter one. Rod may have managed to hold off longer, but Laszlo certainly gave full value for money. From the moment when Laszlo went for the big shot inside Rod’s ass until the end of the scene with Rod pumping his load into Laszlo was a good solid 25 minutes of video, and Daniel was sure that the entire action could be used without any cutting of the time sequence. As for Daniel, he’d had a great old time getting to breed Eddie in a hot little mini-scene which Will filmed for them, as well as saving up a couple more huge loads for the big orgy scene. Before they went for that grand finale, the entire crew relaxed for two full days of downtime, with any sex once again forbidden. The boss wanted the biggest collection of giant cumshots ever for the orgy scene, and he’d made his expectations very clear. Every top was to shoot several times inside the hole and then pull out and squirt some more over the backs of their respective bottoms. There was some grumbling from a couple of the novices who’d never worked with Daniel before, but Will and Eddie explained patiently to them that Daniel’s methods, although they might sound a bit savage with so many hot men around, got the results he wanted in no uncertain terms. So everyone spent the two quiet days on lounge chairs or on beach towels, swimming in the pool or the ocean, soaking up the hot Spanish sun, and cracking an endless stream of sexual puns to try to let out their frustration. One thing everyone couldn’t help noticing was that Johannis and Miguel walked out of the hotel practically glued to each other. They pulled two lounge chairs by the pool extra close together, and there they lay, looking at each other, stroking each other periodically, and conversing quietly together as they stared – as far as you could tell through the mirrored sunglasses – deep into each other’s eyes. Daniel was particularly intrigued. He realized that he’d had a sense of something special between the two during the casting meetings, but he had to admit that he’d never expected it to go this far, this quickly. He also noticed that Laszlo was looking, if not jealous, at least a bit put out as he studied them. Daniel wondered idly which of the two might be causing his Hungarian beauty’s case of the hots below the belt and under the collar. Not that the boss was completely idle during this downtime. When preparing an orgy scene, he always wanted to figure out the first pairings ahead of time and arrange a signal for when the camera men should call “time” and have everyone switch. After that, he was content to let the guys wander where they would and play with whom they wished. Now, though, he realized that he was probably going to have to read the riot act to Johannis and Miguel, just so they wouldn’t simply gravitate back to each other and drop out of the larger scene. For now, though, he just wanted to relax. He had his scene plan all worked out in his head, and that was, after all, only a starting point, a kind of first play of the game. He was quite content to lie here in the sun, on a lounge chair, and enjoy the scenery. But that was a problem in itself, since the scenery was itself very distracting. True, he’d seen all these guys naked before, at one time or another, but Daniel still enjoyed the thrill of the chase, and he still found a minimally-clothed man more fascinating than a nude one. All the guys in the company had dressed down into either tiny, short shorts or some form of bikinis or thongs. Miguel’s lovely ass was best shown off by a bright orange thong which allowed his curvy brown buns to pop right out. Paulo’s flame-red speedo had the kind of built-in front pouch which thrusts the hardware forward and up. Laszlo’s tight blue briefs used a back seam to accentuate the crack of his ass, while the front didn’t neglect his perfectly respectable cock. Johannis was wearing blue and white shorts, with the white lying in a slightly curved vertical stripe right up the middle. Ryan’s blazing red hair and pale skin was set off by a shamrock-green brief with side clips, and his hand kept wandering down there to fiddle with the clips suggestively. Steve and Jim had on matching pride-patterned speedos. Daniel glanced down complacently at his own shorts, now bulging enticingly. He taken a pair of standard Hawaiian-patterned board shorts and had them cut down to crotch length, then fitted with angled hems so the bottom edges pointed in a vee right at his package. The tool there was making a decided lump in the front of his shorts, not surprising after he’d been taking such a detailed inventory of his troupe of models. He stood up and dived into the pool, urgently needing to cool himself off a bit. After that swim, Daniel laid back flat on his lounge and let himself drift off into dreamland. He was woken by a hand shaking him, and a voice calling his name. He came back into waking life to find Laszlo leaning over him, one hand on his shoulder, and the crotch of his speedo bulging. Daniel guessed that Laszlo had been staring at him for a few minutes, and perhaps rubbing himself, before he’d finally acted to wake up the boss. “Daniel. Hey, Daniel.” “Umm?” “Sun’s going down and we’re all heading inside to get ready for dinner. Join us?” “Yeah.” He swung his legs around, planted his feet on the ground, and looked up to see all these prime slabs of muscle from his company staring him in the face. Shaking himself fully awake, he stood up, slapped a high five with two or three of his cast, and they headed back into the hotel. Dinner was a friendly, funny meal, with people teasing each other over things that had happened during the last week, both at the awards party and during the filming sessions. As always, for the night before a shoot, Daniel kept himself down to just one glass of wine, and then ran on Perrier for the rest of the evening. Steve and Jim sat with him and got him laughing with Jim’s story of how Steve, as Rod Rammer, had first gotten to know him -- Perrier played a role in that tale too. On Friday, the entire crew and cast assembled in the filming suite. The guys helped each other with little last minute details. No showers were taken. Daniel knew that with this many men, the showers would take up most of the filming day, so everyone had been given strict instructions to shower in their own suites before coming up to the penthouse. Once the men were all in position, Will and Eddie turned on the lights and cameras, and Eddie then called “action.” Johannis and Ryan were quickly locked in a passionate embrace. Paulo was already pushing Miguel’s face downwards towards his bulge. Rod was holding Laszlo close in his arms while he slid his hands downwards to cup those enticing cheeks. Daniel was standing over against the wall, watching Paulo and Miguel and squeezing his own bulge as he watched. The scene heated up rapidly. Johannis quickly pushed Ryan down onto his back on some cushions, coming down on top of him and stroking and licking his body all over. Ryan, in his typical fashion, was already twisting around like a snake under the Icelandic stud and moaning up a storm. Eddie had moved in a circle around Rod and Laszlo, letting his camera watch the two of them playing with each other’s asses. For the viewer, it would be anyone’s guess which of the two was going to fuck and which one would get fucked. There was no guesswork involved in the third pairing. Paulo had both hands clamped onto the back of Miguel’s head and was steadily pumping his erect cock in and out of Miguel’s mouth. It was easy to see that Miguel was finding Paulo’s tool a challenge, but he kept on giving his best shot at deep-throating the Brazilian stud. Now Daniel worked around and got down on the floor, starting to eat at Miguel’s ass while Miguel was busy at the other end. Meanwhile, Johannis had begun eating out Ryan’s ass, and that left Ryan’s mouth free to take a first go at Daniel’s tool, the famous Hawaiian Nine, since he found it conveniently close to his eager mouth. Ryan had gotten that cock entirely into his mouth when Johannis planted his cock against Ryan’s hole and began to push. The cute Irish twink opened up and let him in. Now there were five guys locked together in a chain of fucking, sucking, and ass eating. Soon enough, Paulo got Miguel to turn around and bend over, and Paulo changed places with Daniel, letting Daniel have the cock while he worked his erect tool into Miguel’s tight hole. The scene kept evolving and changing, with almost as many changes of partners as a country square dance. After another half an hour of steady fucking and sucking and rimming, Paulo had moved on to have a go at Laszlo, while Daniel had found Miguel’s cute little ass close at hand and well opened up, so he slid right in and began to pound. Johannis had shifted over to Rod and took a first turn at his ass, while Rod himself had begun fucking Ryan. All of the guys had already cum once and were still rock-hard and winding up to another epic blast-off. This time, Rod was the first one to gasp that he was going to cum. Johannis started to pull out, but Rod reached back and pulled him in deeper, yelling, “No! Pound me, stud!” Johannis responded with a will and that was all that was needed to send Rod Rammer over the edge, his legendary eleven-incher quivering and pulsating as he delivered a healthy blast of his jizz inside Ryan’s fuck tunnel. As soon as Rod’s hole began spasming from the cum shots, Johannis drove harder and faster and fired off inside the famous porn stud. Both men pulled out while they were still cumming, and added several spurts across Ryan’s ass cheeks, which looked good enough to lick. The noisy soundtrack of their orgasms gave Paulo the impetus to drive deeper and harder into Laszlo, who quivered, yelled, “Oh, fuck,” and shot six huge squirts of cum onto his face, chest, and abs as Paulo fired off inside his ass, before pulling out and adding a cream garnish across Laszlo’s sexy body. That left Daniel, who was driving Miguel into a quivering mass of bottom joy, thrusting his thick cock all the way down into the Mexican’s spasming butt over and over. Suddenly, Miguel forced his ass up, and blasted bolts of cum onto the floor under him before collapsing flat on his face. Daniel followed him down, slamming harder and harder until his cock began to jerk. He yanked out, shot some cream across Miguel’s milk-chocolate coloured ass, drove back in and pumped some more cum inside that beautiful hole, and then pulled out again and shot two more jets across his ass before letting the rest slowly drizzle out as he wiped his dick across those brown cheeks. After a few more seconds, Will announced, “Cameras off,” and all seven of them sprawled out on the floor, gasping for air. The action had certainly been intense. Eddie walked over to where Paulo and Laszlo were lying side by side, grinned down at them, and said, “See what I mean about the time out, guys?” Paulo, too tired even to speak, only nodded. Laszlo gasped, “I’ve never cum like that before. Yeah, it’s intense, but it’s still fucking unfair!” Across the room, Daniel chuckled. After taking a quick look at some of the footage, Daniel was thrilled and knew that he had another epic, award-winning film on his hands. That night, he treated the whole company to dinner in a gourmet restaurant along the street from the hotel. With the limits off, it was a rowdy, raucous party. The next day, the gang all enjoyed a last day of sun at the pool and beach, while Daniel sat inside with Will and Eddie, going through all the footage to make sure there weren’t any bad spots they would need to patch up before flying back to L.A. When they finally appeared on the beach at 4:45, they endured a lot of ribbing from the others about what they had really been doing all day. Before that, the teasing had all centred on Johannis and Miguel who were now behaving exactly like a married couple. Daniel just smiled and waved the teasing off. Truth be told, though, he had fucked both of the camera guys by way of a breather during the afternoon, before dumping yet another load inside Will’s compliant ass. On Sunday morning, during the flight back home, most of the guys were dozing or outright sleeping in their individual bed-cubicles. Daniel blessed his good fortune in having attracted a backer who was both well-stocked with money and intensely turned on by the thought of being fucked by famous porn tops. The bonus of this multi-millionaire buying first-class tickets for everyone wasn’t lost on Daniel, or on any of the rest of the cast. Several of them had never flown first class before, let alone actually flying at all. The spectacle of all these prime slabs of man flesh lying back and sleeping all over the cabin was also causing a bit of a stir among the flight attendants, two of whom were plainly attracted to the bigger guys present. One of them all but rubbed his firm chest across Daniel’s face when leaning across “to refill your coffee.” A couple of the members of the team, though, were watching Daniel carefully. Lianne was one of them. She’d handled the business end of Daniel’s venture ever since he’d set it up, and she knew his mind and moods probably better than anyone else there. She flagged down Laszlo as he walked by towards the washroom, then beckoned him to lean down for a second. “Laszlo, you notice anything about Daniel today?” Laszlo glanced at him for a moment. “Yeah,” he murmured back. “He looks kind of antsy.” “That’s what I thought. Antsy, and a bit worried with it. And that makes me worried. Can you maybe talk to him, see if you can find out what’s eating at him?” “Me? Why me, Lianne?” “Because this is personal. I can’t ask, he’ll just think I want to talk contracts and video rights. And I’m asking you because he seems more comfortable with you than with some of the others, more laid back and less defensive. I think you might be able to get him to talk.” Laszlo sighed. “Well, I can try.” His effort didn’t go very far. Daniel did, however, unbend enough to say, “It’s not something I can really talk about here. But there’s something else, something I’d like to discuss with you in some detail. Can you swing by my office on Wednesday at, let’s say, 3:30 in the afternoon?" “No problem,” Laszlo replied. He was a bit chagrined, but he hadn’t been shut down outright and maybe he could get under the surface of Daniel’s nerves at that time. Daniel and Laszlo both entered the appointment in their phones, and Laszlo went back to his seat. He’d report to Lianne later, during the long stopover at New York JFK, but for now he just wanted to sleep.

Part 2 “Beautiful pussy,” he groaned. “Daddy’s gotta piss and it would be nice to see how fucked up you get if I filled you with my chem piss. Would you like that boy?” “Yes, please,” I said, still leaning forward for another kiss, but he pulled away and grabbed my face. He spit on my face and licked me roughly as I moaned, his other hand rubbing the shards into my hole as my body twitched from the burn. I loved how he fingered my pussy. “I didn’t tell the guys coming over you’re gonna be full of piss, but I want you to hold it in as long as you can for Daddy, alright, slut?” “Yes, Daddy.” “Good boy.” And right there on the bed, he grabbed a small funnel still greasy and stained from the last time he used it. “Lift your legs up.” With my ass completely over my body, he greased the funnel in chem lube before driving it down. He stood above me, holding the funnel in place as, slowly but surely, a dark yellow liquid trickled out of his sweaty dick and into the funnel. He pissed more than my ass could hold in at once, so a bunch of piss splashed onto my body, mixing with the oils and getting onto his bed. He didn’t care. He stopped himself and continued several times to make sure as much piss went into my hole as possible. After he was done, he held me like that there for a minute. “Hold it in, boy. Hold it in.” I clenched my ass, letting the piss drain into me and waiting for the chem piss to eventually hit me. Daddy Tony used heavily, so I knew there was tons of T in my hole right now, mixed with his dirty piss and cum. When he was sure, he slipped the funnel out and put his finger back in. He started fucking it roughly, piss splashing out even as I tried to hold it in. I moaned, my insides already feeling so full and rocked even harder by the pressure of his finger, which viciously jabbed into me like a pogo stick. His eyes were glued to my hole, pleased at the sight of his thick, wrinkled finger jamming into my perfectly smooth cunt, piss splashing out every time he suddenly ripped it out. We heard a knock on the door. Daddy Tony withdrew his finger and went to get the door. They exchanged a brief “hey” as the man walked into view, a rugged looking Latino man in maybe his 50s or 60s with a tan, leathery face. Even in the dark, I could tell he had a deep tan. He was around 6’ tall and was dressed in a polo, dark wash jeans, and loafers. He had frizzy gray hair with a busy goatee. He had a slender build overall, but I could see the veins and muscles on his arms. He took off his shades as he looked at me, unzipping his pants. I saw on his wrist what looked like an expensive watch and, unmistakenly, a wedding band. He signaled for me to turn around, and I got on all fours, aiming my leaking hole towards him. Daddy Tony crawled onto the bed, cradling my face against his drenched wife-beater, looking straight at the guest. “You party?” he asked. “No, but you guys can,” he said in a deep, unemotional voice. “He already fucked up?” “Yeah.” “Used?” “Yeah, just filled him myself,” Daddy Tony said matter-of-factly. Sometimes you don’t know how men would react, especially married guys who don’t want to be covered in filth and dipping their dicks into cum-filled holes, but the guy just licked his lips and said, “Fuck, that’s hot.” The married man kicked off his jeans and loafers and pulled off his polo. He had just a layer of white fuzz on his chest framed by a gold chain. His legs were sculpted and insanely muscular, his calves jutting out like solid rocks. I was getting so turned on; I would’ve fucked anyone Daddy Tony invited, but this john happened to be everything I loved in a man: strong, older, seedy, and married. He crawled on the bed like a predator, wincing at the cold wetness. “Why the fuck is it wet?” he asked, a little annoyed. “I pissed on the boy and inside him,” Daddy Tony said. “Hah! So he’s still got piss inside him?” “Yeah. My chem piss,” Daddy Tony said proudly. During the entire exchange, Daddy Tony never looked at me, only at the guest, whose name we never found out but we’ll refer to him as John. “Fuck, those pictures didn’t lie,” John said excitedly. “Really nasty fucking whore like you said.” He ran his cold, leathery hands over my body, his fingers thinner but more firm. “Hell, yeah. You got the cash?” “Yeah. You got change?” John reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a $20 bill from his wallet. “Only got a couple singles lying around,” Daddy Tony responded, to which John just shrugged. “You guys got anything other than T then? I’ll toss an extra 40 if you got any rock.” “I actually do,” Daddy Tony grinned. He looked down at me. I had my neck craned, just looking at John #1, who returned my eye contact and grinned. He massaged my oily sweaty body with his hands. Before Daddy Tony went to fetch the drugs, he grabbed my chin to face him, his face contorted with a sadistic anger as he spit on me roughly and licked my cheeks and nose all over. “Your only job is to please him,” he commanded. “You got that, slut?” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy.” He fetched a blackened crack pipe and filled it with rock and a lighter as I was left alone on the bed with John #1. I had yet to feel the heat of the man’s body, as he still fondled and groped me from a distance, just sliding his rough hands around my body as he sighed. “Fucking nasty boy,” John #1 whispered with pleasure. At this point, the chem piss and the G had hit me with full force, and the whole room felt distorted once again. I felt this intense heat and lust, as his hands gave me goosebumps all over. His hands felt so good, and I could feel the cold sting of his wedding band as he massaged me. Unbelievably spun, I lightly writhed as he tweaked my nipples and ran his hands down my sides and massaged my pelvis. He inched closer and pressed his body against my back, his warm dry body, rough skin, and solid muscles feeling so good against my smooth, slippery skin. I could smell his musk behind a small hint of cologne, which may have been overwhelmed by the stink of piss, sweat, and whatever else. He took a break from massaging me as Daddy Tony handed him the pipe and got back on the bed. He then grabbed the tina pipe that still had quite a bit left, pressed it to my lips, and flicked his lighter. We both watched again as the clouds slowly began to swirl, and Daddy Tony rolled the pipe as I started to inhale. He kept it up, making sure I took a massive hit. High out of my mind, I was mesmerized by the swirling clouds and focused just on getting as much as possible. When he removed the pipe, Daddy Tony leaned in for a shotgun, and thick swirls of vapor encircled us as we kissed. I could smell the distinct sour smell of the crack as John #1 blew wisps of smoke on my face. “Oh, fuckkk man,” he groaned out of pleasure. “Been a fucking while since I’ve smoked rock.” He hit the pipe again, and this time shotgun it to me as Daddy Tony took a hit of T himself. John #1 kissed passionately and had a more bony feel, his tongue more pointed than Daddy Tony’s. Just as he saw the crack smoke escape my mouth, Daddy Tony grabbed my head and shotgunned a massive hit that I struggled to take in. It was so heavy that clouds overflowed between our mouths, and I coughed out thick white puffs. “Ohhh yeah, little tweaker slut!” John #1 grinned. “Fuck, such a dirty little boy. I love a nasty little slut boy.” “I love horny daddies, especially married ones,” I whispered back. Daddy Tony grinned as John #1 chuckled and leaned in for a kiss again. He kissed me softly this time, lovingly. I could feel the white hairs of his beard and light mustache tickling me as we slurped. He ran his hands all over me, and I could feel Daddy Tony tweaking my nipples. Sandwiched between the two men, I was in heaven, with John #1’s warm naked body against mine while I rested my on Daddy Tony’s stomach. I could feel Daddy Tony’s socks rub against my legs as my small, dirty feet brushed against John’s much bigger feet. I could feel his long toenails and the bony tops of his feet. “What do you like about married men, boy?” John asked. “The boy’s married too,” Daddy Tony said with a chuckle. “Wow. How old are you?” “19,” I answered. “I married at 18.” “No fucking way,” John said in disbelief. “And does the lucky man know you’re here?” “Nope,” I said with a mischievous smirk. John licked his lips and leaned in for another kiss. I groaned, feeling an intense intimacy with the man. He kissed me the way my husband did after we got hitched. “One second,” Daddy Tony said, presumably feeling slighted at the sight. I looked over and he grabbed my face. “Open up,” he ordered. I did as told and he spat roughly into my mouth….then again, and a third time. “Fuck, that’s hot,” I heard John whisper behind me he reached into my jockstrap and fondled my balls. His other hand tweaked my nipples as he watched Daddy Tony fill my mouth with his spit. “Now kiss him, faggot,” Daddy Tony demanded. I arched my neck back to John, who eagerly planted his lips onto mine, a combination of all of our spit speckling his mustache and dripping down our chins. “Babyyy,” the older man groaned. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for a young slut like you… and to know you’re married to another man. Is he an older guy?” “Yeah,” I responded. “White daddies are my favorite.” “Yeah?” he echoed with perverse sweetness as his hand slipped past my balls to my hole, one finger circling my pussy lips. “Fuck…so sloppy and smooth. A thousand times better than my wife’s pussy.” “And you can fucking wreck him and use him in ways I bet you can’t with your wife,” Daddy Tony said, and the two men shared a fraternal smile. “You can fuck him however you want. Degrade him and hurt him.” I looked at Daddy Tony hungrily as he said that, and he smiled back at me before grabbing me and shoving me on his soft dick. It was completely limp, especially after one nut and all the drugs, but it was so wet and sticky from sweat and cum. I basked in the stench of his pubes, pulling back to spit on his cock before putting his cock in my mouth and slurping again. I relished his intoxicating manstink as I slurped his dick affectionately. “Fuck, that’s hot,” I heard John say behind me as he inserted a finger into my hole. A good amount of chem piss came out with his finger, continuing to drip down my leg, staining the sheets below. The strong smell of stale chem piss wafted through his room, mixing with all the other odors. The piss startled him, but he re-inserted his finger, moving it around as he felt all the warm liquid inside. “He’s got my piss, cum, chem lube, and a couple booty bumps up there,” Daddy Tony said proudly. “You sure you’re not worried about your wife smelling you at home?” “Hah! Fuck that bitch,” John spat, suddenly fingering me more aggressively. “She spends my money and isn’t even worth a fuck anymore. Our sons are already in their 30s and I crash there if I need to.” Daddy Tony’s dick slipped out of my mouth in surprise. “Wow, older than me,” I said. “Oh yeah, boy,” John laughed as he licked his lips at the piss splashing out of my hole as he jammed a second finger in and started roughly fucking me. I began moaning loudly at the sudden intrusion, unable to hold onto the chem piss. “Shut the FUCK up,” Daddy Tony snarled, grabbing my hair and shoving my face back onto his dick. “Suck my dick, you stupid fucking slut!” “Bet the fucking faggot would wanna fuck my boys too,” John laughed. “You see how excited he looked? Fuck, I’d disown my boys if they were little tweaker faggots like him. Fucking filled with piss and taking raw cock from men my age? I bet your parents would do the same, if they haven’t already, huh boy?” As he spoke, I felt his dick line up against my hole. “Fuck, yeah,” Daddy purred, putting the poppers underneath my nose again. “Look at me, bitch!” I gazed up at him, his cock still in my dick as he squeezed the bottle of poppers under my nose and didn’t remove it even after 3-4 inhales from one nostril. My whole body loosened, and I was hit with an insatiable need for cock. I wasn’t done, though. Daddy Tony moved to the other nostril and made me huff until I couldn’t even say my name, barely even noticing as John’s long dick, already erect, poked at my sloppy, dripping, piss-stained cunt. His dick was much longer, maybe over 9” but thinner and solid like a straight rod. He slid in, his head popping in with barely any resistance. It felt amazing; it had been hours since I had Daddy Tony’s cock, and I had been desperate for this feeling. Meanwhile, Daddy Tony’s cock started growing in my mouth as he looked hungrily at the sight of John pushing into me. John pressed my head down on Tony’s dick as he shoved in with one swift motion, eliciting a muffled yelp. “Careful with the fucking teeth, faggot!” Daddy Tony barked, spitting on my face. I tried my best to gape my throat and to stay still while John’s long pole slammed in to the hilt, hitting so deep that I felt an intense ache, especially with the pressure of all the cum and piss already inside me. “FUCKING GOOD pussy,” John roared. “I could get addicted to that ass!” I continued to moan through Daddy Tony’s dick as he began fucking me viciously. I felt it even in my belly button, and I could feel even more piss flooding out of my hole as he rammed in without abandon, his balls slapping loudly against my ass cheeks. The bread creaked so hard it felt like it might break underneath us. I was in heaven, spun out of my mind and swimming in Daddy Tony’s musk as his dick hardened and started hitting the back of my throat while John rammed me from behind savagely. “You like that, whore? Suck my fucking dick!” Daddy Tony yelled. “Nasty little homewrecker. Feels so fucking good watching you suck my cock while you make me money with that filthy used up cunt.” I looked at him helplessly as he pulled me off his cock and slapped me with as much force as he could. “Fuck, yeah!” John grunted excitedly from behind. He grabbed me by the hair, tilting my head back while he spanked me as hard as he could. “Smack the fucking whore again. Harder this time!” Daddy Tony grinned at the sight of my face, dripping with sweat that began mixing with all the spit, held in place by John just waiting to be slapped. He raised his hand and smacked me as hard as he could, almost sending my head flying out of John’s hand. Totally disoriented, I could see stars, but before I could recover, Daddy Tony slapped me again with just as much force, followed by a quick one. Almost immediately John grabbed me by the throat with his other hand, choking me while Daddy Tony spat in my mouth before standing up and shoving his dick into my throat. He jammed his now hard dick into my throat until I gagged, completely out of breath, snot and spittle flying everywhere. He pulled out, giving me a second to breathe before jamming it back in. The harder I gagged, the harder John pounded, now sliding back in and ramming back in as hard as he can. At this point, there was another knock on the door. Daddy Tony pulled out of my mouth and went to open the door. I couldn’t see who was behind me, but a gruff voice said, “Hey. Here.” There was the exchange of cash and I could hear clothes falling to the floor. “Fucking hot, man,” the guy groaned, rubbing his dick as he watched from the corner of the room. I turned around to see a 6’5” heavy-set man who looked to be in his late 30s with wild curly hair under a black beanie and a disheveled light beard. He was dressed in a plain black T and had a sleeve down his right arm and a tattoo of a cross on his right temple. He wore faded baggy jeans that he unzipped to reveal a 7” uncut cock. He wore no underwear underneath. He kicked off his shoes and stood there in his dirty white socks. John only briefly looked to acknowledge his presence without stopping his onslaught. Walking into the sight of me getting rammed as hard as possible on a filthy piss-stained bed and immediately being exposed to the loud sound of moans and brutal fucking seemed to turn the man on even more. Once again, we never learned his name, so we’ll refer to him as David. “Fuck that slut,” David encouraged from the side of the room as Daddy Tony walked around to the bed and repacked drugs for the group. At this point, John had roped me into a sloppy kiss as he pounded me, whispering to me in between breaths. “Do you love me, baby?” he whispered between breaths. “I love you too, Daddy,” I moaned softly, now fully in the rhythm of John’s rampant thrusts. At this point, David moved over to tweak my nipples while Daddy Tony sat in a seat at his desk filling the pipe, completely unmoved by the fucking. Perhaps motivated by the voyeur, John grabbed my throat, spit on my nose and mouth, and licked it off. Then, for the first time, he raised his left hand, the one still wearing his wedding ring, and slapped me hard across the face while he pulled all the way out and slammed back in. I yelped as the other men cheered in encouragement. “Yeah, baby? You still love me, baby?” John whispered. “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned through his fingers. “Yeah? Fucking faggot. Daddy loves violating your worthless cunt. I love cheating on my wife with young pussy but young hot babes won’t put out for an older married man like me. But a nasty little faggot like you is just what I need.” With that, he spanked me hard and looked up at the trucker. "You want him to suck your dick?” “Yeah. Get me hard,” David grunted, sliding his soft filthy dick in my mouth. I felt Daddy Tony loom over me, pulling me off David’s dick after a minute or so just to feed me another big shotgun. Then, poppers again and a dose of maximum impact before being shoved back onto David’s thick uncut cock. The men wasted no time while I was freshly fucked up, with David, who was already getting hard fast, fucking my face mercilessly right away. I gagged loudly as he did, my face leaking from how hard he was using my throat. Only when I almost threw up did he pull me off, with Daddy Tony ready to feed me another big hit. “Fuck, that’s hot,” David groaned. “Look at him all fucked up. How’s that tina taste, boy?” Before I could respond, he rammed his cock down my throat again. Vapor still leaked out of my mouth as he rammed into my mouth, and Daddy Tony laughed. “I gotta piss again. Can I borrow his mouth?” he asked. “Fuck yeah, you gonna piss down his throat?” David asked, excited. “Fucking nasty.” He pulled his dick out and John held my head back as Daddy Tony leaned over, put his now soft dick in my mouth, and unloaded. I guzzled as fast as I could, with piss still dripping down my chin and over the bed as he flooded my mouth faster than I could swallow. His piss was unbelievably bitter and had the distinct metallic tang of chem piss. My stomach churned as he pumped his piss into me, but I got turned on as fuck knowing that it would get me even more high. “Fucking NASTY!” David repeated with excitement. After Daddy Tony was done pissing, I started slurping his dick, and he groaned with pleasure. At this point, the whole bed was soaked with puddles upon puddles of piss. “Disgusting fucking whore,” John grunted. “I’m getting close. I’m gonna fill that cunt with my 4-day load. You want that cum, baby?” I gurgled in response, still slurping Daddy Tony’s dick as John mounted me even higher, ripping me as hard as he can as I felt his dick get even harder, which I hadn’t thought was possible. He rammed me at a different angle, and I had to drop Daddy Tony’s dick out of my mouth to yelp. “TAKE MY FUCKING SEED, STUPID WHORE!” he roared as he busted in me, and I felt the slightest tinge of warm liquid inside. My whole was completely warm and slippery from his cum when he pulled out, a few drops leaking out. I could tell it was an enormous load. After heaving a few heavy sights from exhaustion, John kissed me deeply while the other two watched on and his dick softened and slipped out. “Thanks for the pussy. Such a good boy,” he whispered affectionately before pushing himself off. “If I had the energy and the time, I’d fuck you again.” “Please… please don’t leave, daddy,” I moaned, earning another kiss from John. “Daddy’s gotta go home to his wife, but he’ll think about destroying your pussy all night, baby.” And with that, he pulled on his clothes and left without even rinsing himself off. As he did, Daddy Tony grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off the bed, enraged. “The fuck was that, boy? You tell another man you love him while I’m right there? Did you forget I’m the one renting you out and giving you drugs, boy?” “I’m sorry, Daddy!” I yelped. “Fuck you, slut,” he snarled, spitting on my again before dragging me into the bathroom and throwing me on the floor. His bathroom was small and cramped and was a wreck, with debris everywhere and yellow and brown bathtub. The place looked like a gas station bathroom with a shower. He slapped a towel on the cold linoleum and dragged me on top. David lingered by the door, and Daddy Tony encouraged him to come in. The three of us were cramped in the little dingy bathroom, but it was enough to fuck. “Lay on your back,” he ordered. “Spread your legs and show him your sloppy hole.” I did as ordered, spreading my legs as wide as I can as I laid on the floor. As I did so, Daddy Tony stepped on my face, forcing his piss-soaked dirty black sock in my nose and mouth. I moaned helplessly as he pulled my legs even further apart. David jerked at the doorway, staring at the scene with straight lust. I could only see Daddy Tony’s legs tower over me and a glimpse of his maddened look, his gray beard coated with drying globs of his spit. “You’re just a breeding hole for men,” He said, rubbing his foot into my face. “The only love you’re gonna get from a real man is being used, abused, and degraded for our pleasure, and your job is to love and worship me and any man I rent you out to. But you also deserve to be punished for it, you got me, whore?” “Look at him,” David sneered. “Fucking whore dripping on the bathroom floor. This is what I fucking need.” He crawled in between my legs, and I felt him spit on his cock before sliding his cock in my hole. It was much thicker than John’s, about 7”. I moaned in ecstasy, my hole feeling so empty after the last fuck. “Mmmph!” I tried to scream as David rammed into me without mercy. I could feel his denim rubbing against my hips as cock tore through me, reminding me of how wet and cummy my hole was. He fucked me rough while he choked me, making me cough and gag as I struggled for air. Daddy Tony removed his foot and squatted down shoving his ass into my mouth. “Lick it, whore,” he demanded, and I slurped his rank, hairy ass as hard as I could while trying to ignore the pressure around my neck. “Oh fuck, that feels good.” “Yeah, lick that ass, whore. That’s all you’re good for,” David said excitedly, pumping into me hard. He rammed into me, excited by the sight of me suffocating on Tony’s ass and his unbridled enjoyment of it. Finally, Tony shifted back, moving my head onto his lap, propping me up by my shoulders so I could face David clearly while he perused grindr. Before he was even situated, David eagerly shoved 3 fingers down my throat, gagging me as he impaled me. “I’m gonna hurt you, bitch,” he growled as I looked at him with bulging eyes and dilated pupils, my face covered like a post-bukkake scene from all the spit that dripped everywhere as I licked Daddy Tony’s ass. With that, both of them spit on me at the same time. Right as the spit landed, I felt David’s other hand slap me roughly as he shoved his cock in me. “Fucking pussy’s so wet. Feels so fucking good,” he growled, slapping me again. “And even after all that, it’s tighter than I thought. Fuck! I’m about to cum!” He turned me over on my side, raising my leg as he drilled into me. Unceremoniously, he busted inside me. Breathing heavily, he looked at me, exhausted. He slapped me one more time gently before getting up, zipping his pants, and leaving without a word. “Leave the door unlocked!” Daddy Tony called. “There’s a guy in the lobby waiting to come up.” It was unusual for Daddy Tony to leave the door unlocked, but I'd soon find out why. Now with 3 loads in my hole, Daddy Tony pulled me over him and slid his hard dick, smaller than the others, easily into my used hole. Before long, we heard a knock, and Daddy Tony yelled, “Come into the bathroom!”

YEP it's Two For Tuesday! Chapter 12: The Talk We sat down and took a big swig of our drink, when Marc just said "well?" I told him there was a good reason that I didn't breed him, and I hope that he wasn't mad at me. I kissed him, and caressed his hair, telling him that i was positive. Marc pulled back somewhat with a look of suprise on his face. He was speechless for a few minutes as he chugged the remainder of his drink, and got up to pour another one. When he got back, all he could say was "what? How?" I said well i think you know the how part. He didn't find that funny however. I told him our experimenting lit my sexual fire. I continued by saying I wanted to take that experimenting to the next level, but somehow it didn't seem like the right thing to do at the time. He agreed saying he felt the same way. He then asked why now though? I told him it wasn't to gift him, but I knew we had more to explore. I explained that I knew he did too, and reminded me that he was the one to invite me to visit, and I'm sure he wanted more experience also. He nodded his head in agreement. Marc then began to ask me questions, starting off by asking me if I knew who pozzed me, and if it was something that I desired. I explained that it was an older man, and we had taken a great deal of time discussing the possibility. I told him my appetite for sex was crazy, and came to the conclusion that it would be even more so if I was poz. Marc then asked another bombshell question. Do you want to poz me. Of course I got up and poured 2 strong drinks, giving me time to come up with an answer. When I returned I looked Marc in the eyes and simply said if I had wanted to poz him, I would have dropped my load up his ass. I explained that i hadnt been poz for a long period of time, and it was likely my demon seed was very potent. Marc put his head on my shoulder, and started to cry. I stroked his hair saying it's alright babe. I continued by saying that as our sexual awakening started with us, I thought he should know. Marc said his tears were tears of joy, and not anger. He continued to say he wasn't joyful that I had become poz, but if I was happy, so was he. Marc then said he had so many questions, and I said fire away. He started by asking what all I had done? I simply said it's easier to tell you what I haven't done! First of all ive never done drugs. Sex was enough of a high for me. I told him I had been gang banged, double penetrated and even had my ass brushed to help the virus enter my body. I then turned the tables and asked him the same question. He said he hadn't really done much. Mostly give or receive oral. I asked why not, and he said it was difficult meeting guys he didn't really know. He explained that it was easy with me as we knew each other. He said hosting was also an issue for most college students there, but obviously now it would be alot easier. Marc then asked me what my friends and family thought about me being poz. I explained that he was my only true friend back home, but now had many friends who led me on my journey to becoming poz. Surely enough he asked about my parents. He added having a new step dad must have made it tough. I started by saving that my mom didn't know, but indirectly she played a role in it happening. Yep time for another swift drink before I told him my new step dad was the one that infected me. Marc smiled and said another drink? This is going to be interesting! I took a big swig and blurted out that it was my new step dad that infected me. Marc spit out the drink that he just had. He said he knew we were fucking each other, but had no idea my step dad was poz. I told him we had a very loving relationship, and that he let me decide, and would love me regardless of my ultimate decision. I told him about our undetectable pozzing party and after that, I decided I wanted to become poz, but only by my step dad. By now we were both hard as a rock, and slipped into the 69 position. Marc was super excited and sucked my cock like never before. Just as I was about to cum, he said feed me your poison seed! And that I did!

It's Two For Tuesday! Almost forgot! Chapter 5: Hitting the Marc Jimmy headed straight ti the bed to lick the load from Marcs chest as I went to make us some drinks. As I was bringing the drinks back, Jimmy was stripping and was down to his jock. The pouch was straining from his massive cock trapped by it. I put my now rock hard cock into our drinks to stir them. If I'd not been with Marc, I would have likely pissed in the drink, but that seemed a bit much for tonight. Marc then put my Jack and Coke covered cock in his mouth savoring the flavor. Marc then threw on a pair of gym shorts saying he had to take a piss. I told him not to completely finish or shake when he was done, as I wanted to taste his piss. He seemed a bit taken back, but said he was up for that. As Marc left the room Jimmy and I had time to talk briefly. I asked him if his scorpion meant he was toxic. He said yes, however he just went off of his med break yesterday. Marc said he's been positive for several years, and this was his second time taking a med break. He was suprised when I told him I recently converted, but I didn't tell him by who. I quickly told him how Marc and I became "close" and I was exploring the possibility of Gifting him. He said that was a great idea I told Jimmy that Marc and I had not talked about pozzing, but that would come soon. I told him Marc wanted to fuck me and get fucked by me. I said sadly he insisted on condoms, but in time that would change. I also told Jimmy that I wanted him to breed me, and Marc said he wanted to see that. I explained that Marc was afraid of his huge cock and his PA. Jimmy said most guys were and the first time he fucks them, he usually takes it out. I told him it was staying in tonight, and definitely no condom. Marc got back to the room, and immediately dropped his gym shorts, and put his cock in my mouth. My tongue darted in and our of his piss slit, as I told him to piss in my mouth. I'm not sure if his bladder was empty, or if he was just piss shy, but I didn't get much piss. I swirled it around some in my mouth, making sure I got some on my lips. I then stood up and attempted to kiss Marc. He resisted at first, but then let me kiss him. I had swallowed his piss, but he still got a taste from my lips, and actually seemed to enjoy it.

I was infected about 1976. That was 47 years ago.. I remember at first at I was taking 40 pills a day. Now I take only 2 pills. I have been undetectable for 7 or 8 years.. I remember back in the 70s. Wondering if I would make it to the year 2000. I'm still here and very happy to be healthy and alive.

Well, due to popular demand, I started, finally, trying to write up a "part two" to the story. The tone and dialog will be obviously different since I'm writing it vs how the original story was done. Going to try and keep the way everyone "sounds" similar to the story. Got a teaser of the next bit for those interested: """"" ‘Thats it boy, relax and let your new Daddies POZ you up, Welcome to the Family!” Max had said as his thick hairy arms squeezed tight around the body of Ketih. The younger boy floating in a brand new world of dirty piggy fun he hadn’t imagined up until a few hours ago. As Max pounded his infected Daddy Dick up Keiths hole, his partner Cameron, grabbed the kids face and shoved his own HIV positive cock down Keiths Throat. In the middle, Keith moaned and gurgled and twitched as he felt his naked sweaty body pushed between the two. His own throbbing cock mashed down into the somewhat course fabric of the worn beach towel that they were all fucking on. The heat of the sun and the feel of grass made his body all the more sensitive. Max had been holding off for a while, but felt his cock start to twitch as he squeezed Keith all the more. “Fuck boy! Here it comes, here comes Daddies infected load!” He grunted, an instant later he bellowed like a Bull in Heat as Keith felt the HIV positive cock explode deep up his guts. Max’s body shuddered as he road out his orgasm, reveling in his unmedicated load pumping deep up the boys unprotected ass. A few moments later Cameron grunted and shot his load as well, filling the boy from both ends as they collapsed panting in the hot afternoon sun. Cameron pulled his cock from Keiths dripping face, giving the plump tip a squeeze to milk out a last few drops of jizz as he stood up. """""

It was trauma on steroids. Before hiv, fucking every guy you met was the norm. No one used condoms. Then, guys started dying a slow, terrible death, and no one knew more than it was because we were fucking each other. It got to the point guys wouldn't shake hands anymore - just say hi, with that 'deer-in-the-headlights' look, and move on. In shortest of orders, the world went from being our playground to being our cemetery. There was a gay weekly that began publishing "celebrations of life" notices, page after page of them, and went out of business because no one wanted to pick it up anymore, let alone page through it to see who'd passed the previous week. We were going to those "celebration" services constantly; week after week, month after month, for several years. No guy that lived through those years went unscarred. Now, decades later, with the medical arts advancing as they have, those scars have healed over, but they're still there - just under the outer layer of skin. Men that didn't live through it can empathize, but it's difficult to imagine how they could understand how truly desperate, fearful, awful, horrifying, soul-injuring, nightmarish and destructive those years actually were. Now, of course, there are medical advances that have allowed those years to fade into the blackness of a plague survived. Thus, many of us who lived through it have a very, very difficult time accepting the mindset of younger guys that refuse to take every possible precaution against illness, particularly this hellish hiv. Still, it's not for anyone to judge anyone else, but no one could fault us for remembering either. Thanks for your post.

Hi fam! I love to fist sluts. But when I want to cum I prefer to shoot my load on the swollen prolapsed cunt. Anyone else into this? And I just did it 1 hour ago. Hot as fuck.

Ok. So after fantasizing for a few years, hanging out in POZ chat rooms and backing out of dozens of appointments, I was finally ready to take the plunge. I wanted to get bred. I had found a guy on BBRT who looked at my profile a lot, and he was just the type of Daddy I went for—hot, handsome, mid-forties, hairy, kind of a bear, but still pretty fit. We hit it off right away because I was the kind of guy he liked too. At twenty-three years old I’m five foot eight and about one forty-five with hazel eyes and kind of a scruffy beard when I don’t shave. Some guys might call me a cub, but I have a pretty average build, and aside from hairy legs and a nice trail, I’m not that furry. He said that he liked my profile and that we shared some common interests, although most of the things I had listed were things that I was interested in, but had never actually done. We met on the site for cyber-sex a couple times a week, partly because we were too far apart to just hook-up, and partly because we were that into each other. He was so hot, and such a great cyber-fuck, I decided I wanted him to be the one to breed me and told him so. He asked if I was sure and I said, “As sure as I’ve ever been.” With that he asked me a lot of questions about what I’d done, and what my fantasies were, and after exchanging a few emails, he said he’d love to help me. He wired me money for a bus ticket (I had said I didn’t want to fly since it was drive of only a few hours) and said he would pick me up at the station. I caught the bus on Friday afternoon, and planned to spend the weekend in a motel with him and a friend of his from BBRT. I had checked out his profile too, and he was another hot Daddy. I took a long hot shower (where I jacked off twice) before I left, but didn’t pack any extra clothes because I planned on spending the weekend naked. I did bring a small bag with a couple kinds of lube, a pair of handcuffs, and a bottle of poppers. I hoped the other passengers thought it was just my lunch. When the bus pulled into the station and I walked into the lobby, Mark was there waiting with a warm smile and a nod, and he looked even hotter in person. He threw his arm over my shoulder and ushered me out to the car. I asked if his friend had backed out, but he said that Kevin was going to meet us at the motel. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him, and actually started blowing him in the car on the way to the room. His cock seemed even bigger than in the pics he’d sent me, but had the same tight, pointed head that made it easier to swallow. The motel wasn’t that far from the bus station, so we arrived before I could get him off, but he just said that we would have plenty of time for that this weekend. When we got to the room, it was empty, and Mark took out his phone to call Kevin. I set my bag on the night stand, then kicked off my shoes and sat on the edge of the bed. After a brief phone call, Mark explained that Kevin was on his way, but was caught in traffic. Then he pulled his shirt off, exposing his broad, hairy Daddy-chest with pierced left nipple and said, “I don’t think he’d mind if we started without him.” I stood up as he approached the bed and kissed him while reaching to open his belt. He slipped his tongue through my lips and kissed me deep as his hands roamed from my shoulders to my ass and into my shorts where his fingers found my hole. He was like an octopus! His hands were everywhere as he undressed me. When he finally came up for air and we pulled apart he whipped my t-shirt off over my head and I was standing there naked except for my socks. He grinned as he opened his pants and they dropped down around his ankles. I beat them to the floor as I dropped to my knees and resumed the blowjob I’d started in the car. He braced himself on my shoulders and stepped out of his jeans. I tugged his balls and slowly bobbed my head as I heard him unpacking the contents of my bag. “Oh, ho…” he said, as I heard the handcuffs jingling. Then I heard him set the bottles of lube on the nightstand, and felt his hands kneading my ass. Then I felt one slick finger poking at my tight hole. I moaned a little and pushed back against him. He worked his finger in up to the second knuckle and worked it around a little until I loosened up. “I can’t wait any more, kid.” He said. “I gotta get my cock in this ass.” “Then let’s not wait.” I said with a grin, and got up on the bed. I sprawled on my back and pulled my knees up a little, spreading wide and winked my hole at him. He grabbed some lube and got on his knees on the bed, murmuring “Yeah, boy,” as he lubed his cock, “just like the pics in your profile.” He knelt there for a few seconds, grinning down at me and jacking his cock. Then he moved between my legs and bent down to kiss me. He hooked his arms behind my knees and lifted my ass up a bit more as I felt his sleek and dripping cockhead poking at my hole. He started kissing my neck and whispered, “You ready, boy? I’m goin’ in bare. No rubber. No pulling out.” I moaned as he slipped his tongue in my ear. “Yeah…Yeah daddy. Fuck me!” He started to push, and worked his cock into me in one long stroke, the pointed head and tapered flange of his cock doing its job and facilitating his penetration. He didn’t stop until his balls were mashed against my ass. I must have been grinning from ear to ear, because I heard him chuckle as he pulled back a little and started a slow easy fuck. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw him grinning down at me as he slowly pumped my ass. Then he reached over to the nightstand for the handcuffs and dangled them over me. “Did you bring the key for these?” “It must be in the bag.” I reached over for it and found it in the bottom. He took it from me, dropped it into the nightstand drawer, and I held my wrists up so he could handcuff me to the headboard. As he cuffed me, he checked his watch and wondered what was taking Kevin so long. I said it didn’t matter, since he’d have me all weekend. He wrapped his arms around me and flexed his cock inside me as he ground it in deep. “So when’s the last time you were in a group?” He kept fucking me slowly as we talked, and I could tell he was holding back from the beads of sweat on his forehead. “Never,” I replied. “But your profile said you like groups.” “I’ve only done a few three-ways,” I said, adding “but I’d love to try a four-way.” “Or more-way?” he asked, as I felt his cock twitch. “Kevin and I get a group together a couple times a month. It’s been longer than usual for us, so you’re a welcome relief.” He punctuated his sentence with intermittent kisses on my neck and ears and collarbone, and I could tell he was struggling between getting off and making this last as long as possible. He started picking up the pace, and he had the perfect angle to poke my prostate with every thrust. I could feel my cock drooling pre-cum on my stomach. My cock was so hard it hurt, but I couldn’t reach it to jack off. Then I heard a key-card in the lock and the sounds of the traffic outside as the door opened. The door was in the wall that the headboard was against, so I turned my head to look, and saw Kevin step into the room wearing flip flops, sweatpants and a tank top—clothing that he began to shed as soon as he stepped over the threshold. He was as hot as the pics in his profile, but what really made my cock jump were the other guys who followed him in. The last one locked the door and said, “Looks like this is the place.” Mark was propped up on his elbows as he turned to the door. “Hey, guys. Strip down, I’m almost done.” I can only imagine my expression as I looked up at him and said, “What the hell?” He grinned down at me and said, “I was listening, you know, when you told me about your fantasies and what you wanted to do and try.” His pace continued to quicken. “So I got some of the guys together to load you up good.” My balls started to draw up and my legs began to quiver. I looked around the room and saw seven hot daddy bears, plus Kevin and Mark, all naked now and passing around a bottle of lube as they stroked their cocks. “I made sure they’re all POZ loads too, boy. But I get to be first…!” Then he jammed his cock in to the balls and I couldn’t help but cry out. He stayed in me deep as I felt him begin to tremble. He groaned through gritted teeth, and I felt his cock twitch and pulse as he pumped me full of his toxic load. Feeling his cockhead expand started my own orgasm, and my first blast hit me under the chin, accompanied by cheers and hoots from the others. When his balls were empty, he collapsed on top of me, smearing my load between us. “They all know the rules, kid," he said, “Nothing that isn’t in your profile.” With that he pulled out with a plop and got up just as Kevin was getting onto the bed. As Kevin moved into position in between my legs he grinned and said, “Hey kid,” and sank his cock into my slick and well-opened hole. I grunted and moaned and wrapped my legs around him. “Damn, you’re just as hot as I thought you’d be!” Then he grabbed the headboard and started to get up a good rhythm. I heard a couple of the others cheering him on and urging him to fuck my 'College-boy' ass. Then Mark sat on the side of the bed and I felt his hand roaming across my chest and abs. Another guy sat on the other side of the bed and started to stroke my recovering cock. It was still sensitive, and every time he touched the head, my whole body would jerk. “You just relax and let us use you, boy.” He said, as he pinched one of my nipples. “We’ll make sure you go back home POZ.” I felt my cock jump as he said that, and it squirted more pre-cum into the hand that was stroking it. I looked around the room at the hot, hairy, naked men all standing around and stroking their cocks—their POZ cocks—and waiting their turn in me. And I knew that THEY knew that they WOULD all get a turn. They would get as many turns as they wanted, actually, with me handcuffed like I was. I couldn’t stop any of them if I had wanted to. I tugged at the handcuffs unconsciously and glanced at Mark. He leaned over to kiss me and winked. “You’ll get to check a few more things off your ‘want to try’ list after this weekend, kid.” I looked up at Kevin, grinning and sweating as he humped and pumped over me. Then I looked around the room again as I realized that several of my fantasies were finally going to come true all at once. Then Mark looked to the others and said, “No names either, guys. Let’s just keep it anonymous.” I thought back to the profile I had written almost two years ago, and tried to remember all the things I’d listed before I really knew what I wanted. There were only a few things that I’d actually done. The rest was just a wish list. I remembered listing 'anonymous sex' with the other things that sounded hot, but that I never thought I’d really do. I looked around the room again at all the naked men—men who I’d never met, and would probably never meet again, but who I was ready to spread for and give up my hole for them to each get off in. They were all grinning back at me, and the lube on their cocks made sucking sounds as they stroked them. An involuntary grin crept across my face. “Yeah guys,” I said. “I’m your cum-dump for the weekend. Just use me.” To be continued…

Friday the 13th, Part 3 The manager of the adult book store called out that he was closing in 10 minutes. That seemed kind of odd, since it was only 10:00 PM. But, I could hear arcade doors slamming all around us, so I took that as an indication that everybody was clearing out. As we started pulling ourselves together, the manager walked by and said that we could stick around if we wanted. Tony and I both shrugged, and he said we should see what the guy had in mind. The manager checked to see that all the booths were empty and that everybody was gone. Then I heard the front door deadbolt, followed by several breaker switches clicking off, killing some of the lights. When the manager returned to the video arcade, he told us that he had an apartment, upstairs, and that we could come up and hang out if we wanted. As we followed him up the stairs, he casually asked us if we partied. I probably sounded a little too enthusiastic when I blurted out, “Sure !” He just said, “Cool,” then he introduced himself as “Ray.” The first room at the top of the stairs was the kitchen, followed by a large living room which, judging from the sling hanging from the ceiling, had been converted into a playroom. Taking a quick glance around the room, I noticed 2 black leather sofas and a black leather chair and a desk with two long shelves above it. My eyes were immediately drawn to a small collection of glass pipes on the lower shelf. Okay ! I think I’d like to hang out here for a while. Ray hit the TV remote, and the 60 inch flat screen lit up with 2 men in full leather, both of them wearing gas masks, one of the men kicked back in a sling, his ass getting a good pounding by the other guy. I would have been happy to stay right here, but Ray directed us down the hallway and showed us where the bathroom was, in addition to 2 bedrooms. Back in the playroom, Ray told us, “There’s plenty of bottled water in the fridge and several pipes there on the shelf. Have at it. I’ll be out in just a few minutes.” He disappeared down the hall, and I went right for one of the bubbler pipes from the shelf while Tony chose a regular pipe. In addition to the hits I was taking from the bubbler pipe, each time Tony hit the glass pipe, he shot-gunned another big hit down my throat, so I was quickly getting ramped up again. Tony said, “Atta boy. I like seeing you fucked up.” When Ray came back into the playroom again, he looked completely different from when he was downstairs in the adult bookstore. He was wearing boots, a vest, and a black jockstrap. Wow; he had a very hot, beefy build, kind of like what a wrestler or a football player would have. Plus, I couldn’t help but stare at the big bulge that was straining against his jockstrap pouch. He must have seen me checking him out because he took the pipe and the torch out of my hands and motioned me to get down on my knees, in front of him. While holding the pipe and the torch in one hand, Ray used his other hand to pull down the front of his jockstrap, letting his big cut cock flop out, right in my face. I immediately took it in my hand and started sucking on it, taking more and more of his cock into my mouth, even as it kept growing bigger. After each hit on the pipe, Ray blew a big cloud down toward his cock. Then, he motioned for me to stand up, and he shot-gunned another big cloud into my lungs, then quickly pushed me down onto my knees again, and shoved his cock all the way into the back of my throat, so that I couldn’t breathe, the cloud trapped in my lungs. I could feel his cock getting harder as he held one hand on the back of my head, keeping his cock jammed against the back of my throat. He must have played this game enough times to know what he was doing. He was staring intently at my face and, just as I thought I might pass out, he pulled his rock hard cock back a couple inches. He grinned, seeing the tears in my eyes as I gasped loudly and exhaled, blowing what was left of the cloud all around his cock. He let me take a couple breaths, then he grabbed the back of my head again and skull fucked me, hard and fast, making me suck in small breaths of air each time he pulled his cock head out of my throat. In the mean time, Tony had been hitting the pipe and chugging one bottle of water after another, partly to stay hydrated while he partied, as well as to build up a lot of chem piss. I knew that about half of the Tina we smoked ended up in our piss, and it made no sense to waste it. Now, Tony had completely stripped down, and I was admiring the size of his cock, not as big as Ray’s but, still very impressive. Hot body, too, beefy and muscular, like Ray. As soon as Ray let me go, Tony took his place, and he shoved his semi hard cock into my mouth. I was able to take just a few deep breaths before Tony told me to hold still. Then, I knew what was coming. He shot a steady stream of chem piss that forced me to guzzle it down as fast as I could. When he was completely drained, I felt like I could finally breath normally, again. While Ray checked out his phone, Tony told me to get in the sling. He didn’t have to tell me twice. From watching me in the video arcade, downstairs, he knew how much I liked to get fucked. Plus, there’s nothing hotter than getting fucked while I’m kicked back in a sling, wearing my bare assed chaps, my legs up in the air, with my boots resting in the stirrups, and my ass just a few inches beyond the end of the sling, putting my hole at the perfect height for any man to walk up to me and fuck my hole. Tony was wearing a snug steel cock ring, and, with just a few strokes, his cock was hard and ready to go. He handed me a bottle of poppers, and I took a couple of long hits just before I felt his cock head pushing against my hole. After the workout I got in the video arcade, Tony’s big cock slid right in. Ray had seen me hitting the poppers, and he had noticed that I liked the porn video of the guy wearing a gas mask while he got his hole pounded. Ray disappeared down the hall for a minute, and when he returned he was carrying a silicone rubber gas mask. He said, “Here, let’s try this on you,” and he proceeded to fasten it tightly around my head. Even though my breathing sounded a lot like Darth Vader, It was hot looking out through the screen, looking back and forth from Tony fucking me and the guys fucking in the porn video. As I kicked back in the sling, Ray stood beside me and pinched my nipples and watched Tony steadily fucking me. I could tell that he was thinking. He walked over to the desk, then came back with a good size shard that he held on the end of his finger. Ray told Tony to pull his cock out of my hole, which he did. Then, Ray took Tony’s hard cock in his hand and carefully placed the shard on Tony’s piss slit, just far enough in so that it would stay there. Next, he told Tony to push his cock all the way inside of me, again, then shoot out a very small stream of piss. He said that it would force out the shard, and the piss would make it dissolve quickly, deep inside my hole. Holy fuck ! I could feel the burning sensation almost instantly. My heart beat faster and faster. I was breathing really hard. I could feel my hole clenching Tony’s cock as he kept up a steady rhythm of slow, deep fucking. Ray had a big grin on his face, and he said, “I think he likes it.” Then, he looked at me and said, “How do you feel ?” Even though the gas mask fit very tightly around my head, I was able to nod my head, which I did. Ray walked over to the desk and returned with a cotton ball. From watching the porn video of the 2 guys with the gas masks, I was pretty sure what was coming next. Ray opened my bottle of poppers and dashed some onto the cotton ball which soaked it right up. Then, he unscrewed the cap from the filter cartridge canister that was attached to the gas mask. He placed the poppers soaked cotton ball inside, and screwed the cap back on the canister. All the time Ray was doing this, his cock kept getting bigger and harder, hanging down at about a 45 degree angle, and jumping a few inches each time he flexed it. He was really getting into this. Now, I was inhaling a little air and a lot of popper fumes. That, combined with the Tina shard deep in my hole, made my chest heave as my lungs tried to get enough air to my brain, and my heart beat even faster. “Here, let me in there,” Ray said to Tony. Tony pulled his hard cock out of me, and stepped aside. Ray took his place, his cock head easily finding my hole. I tried to moan even louder when Ray slammed his big hard cock into me. The combined sensation of the Tina and the poppers and Ray’s cock stretching my hole was incredibly intense, but I didn’t want it to stop. I think that Ray knew it because he grabbed my hips with both of his hands, and pounded the hell out of my ass, until he was ready to shoot his load. Then, he switched to very long, slow strokes, letting it build and build until he couldn’t hold off any longer. He pulled back one more time, then groaned loudly, as he rammed his cock all the way back inside me, and fired a huge jet of cum. Again and again he slowly pulled back, then rammed his cock back into me, his entire body jerking and shuddering with every jet of cum that he blasted into me. Finally, Ray was completely spent, and he pulled his cock all the way out of me. Amazingly, his cock was still rock hard and flopping around, like he was ready for more. I think that Tony recognized that I needed a break because he stepped up and handed me a butt plug which my still hungry hole gladly accepted. When I was out of the gas mask and breathing a little more normally, Ray threw me a towel so that I could dry off my head which was soaking wet with sweat. Then, I downed a bottle of water, and climbed out of the sling, stumbling over to the leather chair where I collapsed. Ray asked me if I was okay, and I said that, yes, I was fine. It felt good to drink more water and just relax for a little while, gazing at another porn video. And, it was only a little while before Ray came out of the kitchen carrying 3 red plastic cups, saying, “Here. This will fix you right up.” I had pretty good knowledge of partying, so I knew that it was G. No problem. The three of us clinked our cups together, said, “Cheers,” and swallowed the contents.

Big Al saw me hesitate, and his teeth flashed from under his bushy beard. "Wait, no, you're right," he said, adding "get naked. Then get over here." His hand rubbed his crotch again, and I watched the muscles play in his thick arms. My stomach was in knots. I couldn't believe I'd tossed my keys into that bowl. Again, I remembered Tim telling me about his relationship with Bill. "He's really opened me up," Tim had said, "in more ways that one." I'd laughed then, but I wasn't laughing now. I was too nervous. Tim had had his first threesome with Bill, and - to my amazement - Tim had admitted that the dirtier and wilder they got, the more he enjoyed himself. "I had no idea what I was missing until he showed me," Tim had said, with all seriousness. I bit my lip, and tugged my shirt over my head. Big Al smiled, and his eyebrows rose. "That's the attitude, boy." I rose, and self-consciously undid my belt, kicked off my shoes and socks, and then stepped out of my jeans, wearing only my underwear now. At this point my nerves faltered a bit more. I think Big Al noticed again, because he pulled off his shirt. Holy crap did he live up to the name. His arms were like tree trunks, thick with knots of muscle, as was his chest. To my surprise, he wasn't at all hairy other than the beard. That he had a belly didn't ruin the effect - if anything, it made him seem all the more masculine. He looked like a freaking viking or something. With that encouragement, I dropped my underwear and walked over to where he was sitting. He spread his big arms across the back of the couch and smiled at me. "Get it wet, boy," he ordered. I crouched naked in front of him and undid his belt a little awkwardly, then pulled it free from his jeans. He lifted a bit from the cushion when I unbuttoned and unzipped him, and then when I tugged at the jeans his dick - as thick as the rest of him - sprung free. Big Al went commando. I'm not gonna lie. My mouth watered. It had been a while, and listening to Tim constantly talking about the new and interesting ways Bill had shoved his cock inside Tim had been riling me up for weeks. Big Al's uncut meat - a favorite of mine - was just the ticket. I went down on him with a vengeance, slurping the full length of him into my mouth before he was fully hard, and working my tongue under the big guy's foreskin. "Oh, that's right, boy, you slobber that up good," he groaned, his voice like gravel. He got hard quickly under my enthusiastic sucking, and I had to move a hand to grip his shaft. His was one of the thickest dicks I'd ever sucked, and his length was nothing to sneeze at, either. I moved my free hand up his belly to his hard chest, and pressed against his strong muscle, redoubling my efforts to suck his dick whole. I held my breath while I buried his dickhead in my throat for a few seconds - I was out of practice, and nearly gagged the second time - and one of his thick hands took my shoulder, squeezing a little. "Hold on boy, you're gonna make me come," he said. I let his dick come free from my mouth. "I like to swallow," I said, and my face burned red. I'd never admitted that before, not even to Tim. I liked spunk - I liked it a lot - and I knew that was a bit taboo. Tim's admittance to having allowed Bill come inside him a while back had shocked the hell out of me, but I'd also gotten hard on the spot. Big Al's smiled down at me, definitely amused. "Oh, now I see the boy's true colors, huh?" He gave my cheek an affectionate pat. "It ain't your throat I want to spunk, boy," he said. He must have seen my expression, because he laughed. "Uh oh, boy is spooked," he said. Then he reached down and put both his hands under my armpits and lifted me. I say lifted me, and I mean it. He actually pulled me up onto the couch, his arms flexing with what didn't seem like a whole lot of effort on his part, and the next thing I knew I was sitting on his lap, his dick pressed between my ass cheeks, my own hard on against his belly, and his bearded lips were crushed against mine. It was a sloppy kiss - he was all spit and tongue - it was like he was trying to fill my mouth with himself, and when his arms wrapped around me and squeezed, the strength in them was incredible. I could barely breathe. He laughed when he let go, and I put my hands on his chest, gasping a little. "You want my dick in you, boy, I know it," he said. "Uh," I managed. My head was spinning. I was so turned on. His rough hands slid down my back, and he rubbed one finger between my ass cheeks, fingering my whole with the tip of one of his thick fingers. I bit my lip and pressed my face into his shoulder, moaning a little. It had been way too long since I'd been fucked. "Here," he said, "climb on." He raised his massive arms, and slid one, then the other, under my thighs. I wasn't sure exactly what he was doing until he started to lift. I had to walk my hands along the wall behind the couch - he was raising my full weight from my thighs, lifting me higher and higher above him. I nearly lost my balance, but then he gave one last little shove, and I was pretty much face against the wall and almost above him. I thought for a second he was going to suck my dick as he pulled my crotch toward his face - I was terrified I'd blow as soon as his mouth touched my dick - but then he gave one more little lift and he leaned back a bit and lowered my ass onto his mouth. His tongue buried itself in my hole, and I let out a long, loud, cry. Balanced on his arms, barely holding myself upright against the wall, I was helpless as he tongue-fucked my pucker. I writhed, gasping and moaning and swearing, as his rough beard rubbed between my cheeks and the strong wet darting flicks of his tongue drove me absolutely crazy. I'd always loved being rimmed, but he seemed to have found a way to drill right into my brain with his tongue. I was going crazy, wriggling and twisting on his tongue. He lifted me again - actually lifted me! - and said, "I'm going to eat this pucker till you beg me to fuck it and fill it." It came out matter-of-fact, but I could hear his amusement, too. Then he lowered me back onto his face and that incredible assault began all over again. I squirmed. I twisted. I arched my back so far I nearly fell back off him, though he shifted one hand to the small of my back and held me in place. The scent of his sweat was starting to hit me, and I was whimpering a bit. "Please!" I gasped as he drilled his tongue in with a long stroke. "Oh! Please!" He lifted me again. "Please what, boy?" he asked. Again, that sardonic amusement. His beard, and my ass, were drenched with his spit by this point. I bit my lip. Oh god! What was I thinking? He chuckled, and his mouth returned to my hole, all the more aggressive with his tongue and beard. His hands massaged my thighs in turn as he held me above him, and I was uttering an endless stream of nonsense begging and swearing. I couldn't take it. "Please!" I nearly shouted. "Please! Fuck me!" He lifted me, but this time his finger slid into my pucker, just a little. "And..?" he asked. Spontaneously I groaned "Fill me! "Fuck me and fill me!" His rough grip shifted, and he pretty much threw me onto my back on the couch. He smiled down at me - his beard soaked with his spit, and he hoisted first one, then the other of my legs over his wide, hugely muscular shoulders, lined-up his dick and I bit my lip and closed my eyes. "Open your eyes, boy," he ordered, and I did, feeling my face turn all the redder. "I like to watch you watch me," he grinned, and then he pushed into me. His dick, with only his saliva to work with, was a harsher entry than I was used to, but he maintained a slow but even pressure until I felt his belly press against my thighs. I groaned as I felt his balls against my ass, and he slid his hands down my thighs, lifting my ass to give him a better angle. His thick chest and strong arms flexed, and I groaned again. I felt so full - his cock was hot and throbbed a bit inside my eaten hole. "Say it again," he again ordered. "Fuck me and fill me!" I begged. There was no other word for it. He grinned, growled, and started to fuck me with strong, hard, thrusts. My hands flew to his chest, and pressed hard against his firm muscle, my ankles locked behind his neck, and I found myself repeating it over and over. "Fuck me and fill me! Fuck me! Oh, god, fuck me and fill me!" "Yeah," Big Al grunted. "Yeah, that's what you want, boy, you want Big Al to breed you, don'tcha boy?" I agreed whole-heartedly. My ass was aching with the man's rough fuck, and I was doing everything I could to drive him in deeper, pulling on his neck with my legs. I was desperate to have him inside me, to keep him inside me, and to feel his spunk inside me. Tim was right, this was incredible. "Fuck!" Big Al grunted, and with the word, the flood of heat inside my pucker hit me like a train. I threw my head back, riding a wave of pleasure from the sensation - it soothed and burned all at the same time - and cried out wordlessly, more of an exhalation than anything else. I reached for my dick and jerked myself furiously, erupting between us with three long spurts of my own cum. "Holy shit," I said, gasping. Big Al pulled out, and leaned back on his haunches. "Now you can swallow it," he said. I looked at his dick, slick with his cum, and rolled over and then crawled toward him. Most of his load was up my ass - though it was now leaking out of me onto Bill's couch, along with the spunk dripping from my stomach - but there was more than enough on Big Al's dick to make my mouth water. I started to lick and suck him clean, savoring the taste. Big Al's hand rested on my head. "Hear that?" he asked. I paused, still hearing mostly my heartbeat in my ears. But now that he'd drawn my attention to it, I knew what Big Al meant. I could hear a voice - definitely Mark's reedy voice - groaning and moaning. It wasn't recognizable as words, whatever he was saying, but it was pretty loud. I slurped at Big Al's dick, looking up at him. He knew I'd heard. "Sounds like Bill left the door open," Big Al said. He smiled. "Let's go look." (to be continued)

Met some biker daddies yesterday. Fuckin' hot men. Took me back to their bike store and bred me in their back room. Took more than six loads. My hole was leaking of poz cum.