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*please excuse any rough grammar in this one. Haven't gotten as much time to edit as I usually take, but I wanted to get this chapter out* "Curiosity is going to get you into trouble, Brock," Dale said. In person, Dale was even more striking than he had been on the screen. He was a bit over 6' tall and he was very fit. Not exaggerated like a body builder. More like a man who worked a very physical job or a natural athlete. His beard was still immaculately trimmed. He wore a white shirt that was nearly skin tight and contrasted nicely with his tan. His dark wash jeans were just tight enough for his bulge to be unmistakable. Brock started from his fixation on Dale's bulge, "Wait, how do you know my name?" "You really do look like your mom. Well, more like your grandpa Glen," Dale continued as though he hadn't heard the question. Dale had closed the distance between them. His eyes drifted down to Brock's dick and the substantial amount of precum dripping from it. He slicked his fingers through the precum. "Except that. That you get from my side of the family." He licked the precum off his fingertips. Brock was confused. "Your...side of the fam..what...?" Dale's laugh was a low, masculine rumble. "Before you ask, no I'm not your dad. My brother Rodney is." Brock was trying to process this information when the realization that his uncle had just swallowed his precum crashed over him. His dick throbbed. "So what are you doing here, Brock? This isn't exactly a place for preppy high school boys," he chided. "Online chat rooms said the bookstores were an easy place to get off," Brock replied sheepishly. "So I thought I'd check it out." "You decided to come to the Block for your first porn store experience?" Dale asked, somewhat incredulously. "What does your search history look like?" Brock looked down sheepishly and chuckled. He was still painfully hard and leaking precum. "They definitely left some things out." Dale chuckled again, "I'm sure they did. The preview booths can be pretty popular if you want some glory hole action." Brock could see his uncle's bulge was a bit more defined. "That's what I had heard. What was that video playing downstairs?" Brock was careful not to let on that he had seen the second part. "I do some amateur porn stuff. We sell...actually, just follow me." Dale swiped up some more of Brock's precum and walked toward the heavy curtain as he casually licked it off his fingers again. Brock stuffed his still hard dick back in his boxer briefs and buttoned his jeans before turning to follow. Behind the curtain was, as far as Brock had seen, the cleanest room in the building. He immediately recognized the futon. There was some very low tech camera equipment set up in front of the futon. "Welcome to my studio," Dale said sarcastically with an exaggerated gesture around him. "I opened the store back in the 80s fresh out of high school. Decided to try and cut some overhead by putting some home made products on the shelves." "And what about the fuck club the guy was talking about?" Brock was still trying to hide how much he knew. "Ah. That..." Dale turned to a small table and picked up a small orange flyer. He handed it to Brock. It advertised a monthly sex party and had the store's info. "Every second Saturday. All day. Usually rent out some space in a park or hotel depending on the weather. The video is part of the application process." "I want to apply," Brock blurted out immediately. Dale smirked a little, "You've seen what that process entails. Are you sure?" "Yes." Brock had already begun stripping his clothes off. Dale checked the camera and adjusted some lights. When Brock was down to just his boxer briefs, he sat down on the futon. Dale didn't start the camera rolling. He stripped his shirt off, baring his furry chest and abdomen and sauntered over to stand over Brock. Brock wasted no time unbuttoning the fly of Dale's jeans and getting the head of his uncle's dick in his mouth. It was covered in a layer of precum. Brock cleaned off every drop, savoring the taste and the feel of his uncle's slick, syrupy fluid on his tongue. Then he began to work his way down the shaft. "As you probably saw in the video, I am poz and not on meds," Dale said. "I'm sure you have learned about HIV in school." Brock mumbled something in the affirmative around Dale's massive dick. Dale pulled Brock off his dick roughly, "and you are aware that you will, in all likelihood, be infected?" Brock had been terrified of HIV when they learned about it in sex Ed. His bible-thumping health teacher and the abstinence only curriculum she taught had made it out to be a modern biblical plague sent down to cull the homosexual and exterminate the sexually immoral from the earth. Brock had written all of that off as hyperbole and researched it for himself online. He had a better idea of the risks and how it was transmitted, but he was still a little terrified. And that terror was like steroids for his libido. "Yes, sir," Brock looked up at Dale, a lustful hunger simmering to the surface, "I want you to poz me, uncle Dale." Dale growled something unintelligible in response and let Brock return to his dick. Brock enthusiastically devoured Dale's cock, pushing himself further down the shaft, letting Dale's cock stretch his throat. Before long, Brock's nose was buried in Dale's pubes. Brock was quietly impressed with himself and came up for air, working Dale's head with his tongue. Dale wrapped his hand around the back of Brock's skull and pushed. His dick rocketed back down the young man's throat and dale roughly and held him there until he felt Brock's throat spasm and saw the panic on Brock's face. Dale withdrew his dick and a mixture of saliva and Dale's precum dripped from Brock's chin. As he coughed and sputtered, trying to recover from being choked, Brock looked up at his uncle. The light and joking demeanor that had run under Dale's teasing only minutes before was rapidly being replaced by lust and a primal desire to infect his own kin. Before Brock could fully recover, his uncle's 8" member was sliding back into his throat. Brock was impressed with his ability to keep up, considering he'd only ever casually experimented with deep throating food. He suspected it was because his uncle' dick was thick enough that it left little room for gagging - it was like trying to squeeze a hot dog into a straw. When it was apparent that Brock was comfortable with the size of his dick, Dale pulled out and let his nephew clean the fluids off his dick. "Stand up. We need to get some interview material," Dale said. He stepped out of frame of the camera. The red light on top of the camera blinked on. "State your name and age for the camera." "Brock. 18." "And why do you want to join this sex club." Brock pondered this question for a minute. "I always thought I was destined to change lives," Brock said, grabbing his steel-hard dick and emphasizing the outline of his bulge against his compression boxer briefs. "I figure my best chance to fulfill that destiny is with this." Brock had often felt like an outcast among his peers. He had been the tallest in his class since the 6th grade. A couple guys on the basketball team had finally caught up to him this year, but otherwise he stood a good 3" over everyone else at his school. The nicknames about his height were corny, but liveable. The introduction of the locker room and having to change in front of his classmates had been fresh hell. He never could quite figure out why he was being made fun of for having a dick that bulged regular underwear to obscenity. He got really good at hiding his erections and wore athletic compression shorts to reduce his bulge, but still most of his peers had a rough idea of his size and decided it was something of ridicule. He tried to find new ways to hide what should have been one of his best traits. Standing there on camera, painfully erect, there was no hiding his dick anymore. "Take those off, let's get a look at you, Brock." Brock quickly shucked his boxer briefs. Dale picked up the camera and took the audience on a tour of his nephew's body. Starting from the top, he pointed out brock's chin-length auburn hair and full beard. The camera lingered on Brock's muscular arms and shoulders, toned pecs and abs generously pelted in dark red hair. And then the camera found its way to Brock's uncut, 9" cock nested in a thicket untrimmed public hair. "That is an impressive piece for someone so young," Dale commented. Brock shrugged. "Good genes, I guess," Brock smirked and saw a trace of amusement return to Dale's eyes before lust snuffed it out again. Dale circled Brock like a lion playing with its meal. After some good shots of Brock's meaty, muscular ass, Dale returned the camera to the tripod and stepped back into frame. "On your back, legs up," Dale commanded. Brock obeyed. Dale positioned his dick, dripping precum, just outside Brock's hole. From this angle, Brock had a great view of his uncle's scorpion tattoo. He reached out and caressed the tattoo gently with an air of longing. He thought about all the precum he'd already swallowed and trembled with excitement as he became consciously aware he'd already consumed a substantial amount of his Dale's virus-laden venom. His uncle's infectious DNA was dripping onto Brock's hole. Brock knew he was ready for the sting of inevitable death. To be reborn among those who would not only appreciate him, but celebrate the things about him that he had been bullied for. The things he resented. He wanted what his uncle was talking about in the private video he's seen in the office. The Scorpion Society. That was where he belonged. With the unexpected, gentle gesture, Dale seemed to have a sudden change of heart and instead of plunging his stinger into Brock for the kill, he nealt down and engulfed Brock's dick in his mouth. He took Brock to the root in one swift movement. Brock could feel his uncle's throat working around his soda can thickness with ease. "Holy fuck..." Brock managed before he devolved into gutteral moans of pleasure. Brock's eyes rolled back in his head. Brock's orgasm had been building from the moment before he got out of his car. Brock had been through a roller coaster of emotions. Anxiety. Curiosity. Lust. Terror. Lust again. More lust. Brock felt like all of those emotions were being loaded directly into his vas deferens and if his uncle kept going, they were going to explode. Spectacularly. Dale seemed to realize this and released his nephew's cock, trailed his tongue past his balls, and buried it in Brock's furry hole. Dale was showing his brother's bastard son much more compassion than he had shown for Zeke in the video downstairs, which did not go unnoticed by Brock. Dale alternated swirling his tongue around Brock's hole with probing deeper with his tongue. Before long, Dale was working a finger deep inside his nephew. It seemed effortless. Brock was vibrating with excitement when he realized his uncle had slicked up his finger with the deadly slime oozing from his dick. Brock knew that his uncle's virus was already going to work against the vulnerable mucosa that were the only barrier between him and his coming conversion. Dale worked his way up to three fingers. Brock noticed a feeling of burning while his uncle worked his hole open the last bit. Dale returned to his original position, dick positioned just outside his cognate's now slightly agape hole. Brock spotted the blood under his uncle's fingernails. He knew his T cells had already lost the war that was on the verge of raging in his blood. The blood he shared with the man commanding the assault. The man whose viral dna was dripping into his hole as he waited for the perfect moment to strike.

Thank you for all the positive feedback. Hope you continue to enjoy the story. Chapter 2 I walked the short distance to his apartment. It was just your average 3 story apartment building. I climbed the stairs to the second level and entered the door that was left open a crack. There on his knees looking up at me was the angelic face on that sweet twink. He was completely naked as instructed. I walked up to him slowly and bent over. Took his chin in my hand and kissed him hard! My day old beard rubbing against his alabaster skin. I pulled away from his now plump lips. The haze in his eyes told me he was already hooked. “Your going to be a good boy for daddy and do as I say?” ”Yes daddy!” He said in an unexpectedly deep voice that made my dick jump. “Good boy! Open your mouth so daddy can throat fuck you!” Good ginger did as he was told as I unzipped my pants and pulled out my semi hard dick. I put the head in his mouth as we made eye contact. “I will be easy at first boy, but you will be face fucked. If you use teeth I will slap you!” Ginner nodded in understanding. I started slow and shallow. His warm mouth getting me fully hard. My toxic precum leaking into his mouth. After a few minutes I started to go deeper and faster. He was a good cock sucker and knew how to keep his teeth shielded. As I started to throat fuck him balls deep my sweet ginner started to make those perfect gagging sounds. His face turning red. Spit starting to run down his chin. I was precumming so much charged cum down his throat. After about 20 mins of face fucking his twink throat I was ready for that raw neg hole. I pulled my dick from his throat, picked him up with out a word, and dropped him over the back of the near by sofa with his ass in the air. The perfect height to drill him in. I slapped and squeezed his bubble butt a few times. “Such a hot bubble butt boy!” ”Thank you daddy!” I got on my knees and started to kiss his hole and taint. Short light red hair dusted his crack. As I started to eat his hole a deep moan broke the from his throat. I continued to eat that hot tight hole. I could tell it had very little use. I spit on his hole then sucked on two of my fingers. I worked those fingers into his tight hole. I could tell it was near virgin. My poz dick jumped at knowing that meant he would tear. I made sure to search the insides of hos neg hole as I fingered and stretched him. His deep moans and whimpers were the only noise in the house. “You ready to take daddy’s dick boy?” ”Yes, sir! My hole is craving it! You are neg right daddy?” “Good boy, yes daddy is clean. I will fuck you gentle at first. Then harder. Once we start I won’t stop till I nut in you. You agreeing to that boy?” “Yes daddy!” As the words left his mouth I pushed the head of my dripping poz dick into his tight pink hole. Causing him to gasp for breath. I let it sit there for a minute. My poison precum drip into his hole. Then slowly started to inch all 8 fat inches of my dick into his raw neg twink hole. In 5 mins I was in him and he had stretch just enough to accommodate my massive toll. It was time. I hit high gear and started to pound his raw neg non prep hole. He tried to run from me but I put my hand in his back and pushed him back into the arch over the sofa. He was crying, moaning, and begging for more and to be gentler in a garble of words. I knew his neg twink hole was tearing with each strong thrust. His tight hole was starting to give. I knew there would be plenty of points for my highly toxic cum to seep in. As I continued my onslaught his moans came loader and his crying stopped. He started begging over and over for me to keep fucking him. I loved when they embraced their inner pig. I knew this fuck would show this boy he was meant to be a cum dump. I had been plowing his hole for about 15 mins when I felt my balls tighten. I knew it was going to be a big load as I had not cum in 3 days. “You ready for daddy’s load in your ass?” ”Please pull out daddy! I have never been came in before” ”No you agreed before we started. Tell me you want my babies in you now boy!” “Yes, daddy, please impregnate me!” I grunted as I felt my first big shot of charged cum flood his freshly fuck and torn hole. Stupid twink had no clue what I was knocking him up with. Five more shots of seed were planted in his ass balls deep. I pulled out form his hole and saw blood on my softening dick. I pulled up my pants and slapped him on the ass. “Good boy, if your lucky I will cum load you again.” I didn’t give him time to respond. I walked out of the apartment and went straight to my hotel a few blocks away. I went to my room and stripped and took a shower. I jerked a second load out in the shower as I replayed the scene in my head. I came so hard knowing that I just changed that neg sluts life forever. My phone had several notifications on it Grindr, but I ignored them. I sat at the desk and started to do my work. It was so much easier to concentrate with a full belly and empty balls. All thanks to the stupid Grindr twink. Stay tuned for Part 3.

This story is completely fiction. Writing it in my phone so excuse any grammar errors. Part 1 I had landed in Chicago and went straight to check into my hotel. I had a week full of meetings that I still needed to still do some prep work. But I knew I couldn’t concentrate on that till after I ate and indulged in some raw hole. The best part of traveling so much for work was the number of hot guys I could fuck. I am in my early 30s, 6’1 tall, 180lbs of sculpted muscle with 6 pack abs, blue eyes, and light brown hair. That alone made finding hole easy. But my 8 in thick meat always sealed the deal. I walked to a local restaurant I had visited before near my hotel and after ordering some wine and my meal opened up Grindr. My profile always exploded with messages when I opened it in a new city. My pics were of my ripped body so that grabbed the attention of all the guys. Though one thing in my profile was almost always over looked - I didn’t have my status listed. That’s because I was poz and toxic and loved depositing it in neg holes. Willing one or ones that didn’t know. It was easy, 50% of the time status was never discussed, 25% was chasers, and 25% were guys that has no clue. I loved those in the last category the best. Especially if they were not on prep. As I ate I chatted with several profiles. Weeding through those that didn’t interest me, or those that seemed flakey, or the bots. About half way through my meal I had a blank profile 1000ft away hit me up. He had sent a hi message followed by a nice juicy ass pic. We started talking and I learned he was 20, 5’7, 115lbs, ginger with 4 in dick. He was a bottom and only ever been fucked a few times. As we talked he said he wanted to be finally used by a hung daddy. I said I could help with that. We went into further detail and line out what we wanted and limits. I was going to meet him at his apartment since it was near by and his roommates were out. He wanted me to come in to him find him knees and go from there. My dick was clubbed at this idea. The pics he sent of his hot hole, hot twink body, and sexy face had given me a semi. The biggest turn on is he had said he was neg but not on prep yet. that made me fully hard. He would only agree to raw if I was “clean”. I said I was and he didn’t ask any follow questions. I love those stupid bottoms that take your word for status. I paid for my meal after he sent his address. As I walked out toward his place my dick throbbed. It was ready to stealth poz up some raw twink boy hole. Part 2 coming soon.

New country music singer, Dixon Dallas (aka. Jake Hill), has released several gay themed songs, and they contain lyrics referring to bareback sex and cumming inside men. I never thought a country singer would ever sing about gay sex, let alone gay bareback sex. His songs include "Lookin Good," Fill Me Up," and "Keep Riding Me," and can be found for free on Youtube. Dixon is my new favorite country music artist! 🤠🎵

Good man. A PA is a must for any breeding pig.

I’ve always been hugely turned on by PAs, love a top with one! And I love piercings in general. After years of hesitation , I finally decided to get one myself and made an appointment for next Wednesday! I kinda wanted to get it right away yesterday but the salon I’m going to is super busy and couldn’t accommodate me until then. I’ve my ears pierced with 4 golden rings for about 20 years now, got my nipples pierced in June. PA is the last step! I’ll keep you folks posted!

As a BTM I also don’t like the competition. Obviously I want loads but I’m about as content with a dude starting with me in the dark room and finishing in another compared to me taking the load. I’ll cheer on another dude getting fucked. There’s always another cock. I don’t need to be greedy. The only time I’ll get competitive is when I meet up with a buddy in the dark room and we do a side-by-side duel for loads. Even then I don’t change anything about the way I fuck but it can be fun to keep a tally. I have some hot BTM friends so I usually lose lol. In the end, there’s never enough cum. I don’t need to ruin somebody else’s good time for one more cock. @viking8x6 a lot of tops are done after 1. I appreciate all of you willing to stick a dick in my wet hole, even if just for a min. I’ll always give it a good squeeze.

12. “You’re sure you’re alright.” Danny said as he turned to close the back door of his car. “Yeah, no problem.” “Danny, stop fussing. The boy is more than capable of supervising the landscapers for an afternoon. If you don’t get in the car we’re going to be late.” “Ok, ok. We’ll be back tonight.” Danny lent down and gave me another big kiss. Jack laughed and slapped Danny on the ass. “Get in the damn car,” then he kissed me as well. “See you tonight.” “Have fun!” I called as they both got in the car and drove out of the parking lot. They had asked me if I wanted to go to their friend’s wedding in Orlando with them, but in the end we’d decided it might be a little odd with the newness of our relationship. So, I was staying home to “mind the farm” as Jack had said. There wasn’t much to do being a Wednesday. There weren’t any guest, last week’s lot had all checked up the day before, and the next set of weekenders weren’t checking in till later on Thursday. For a few more hours it was just me on the property, till later in the afternoon when the landscapers were coming to tidy up some of the plantings and clean out the pool. I walked back through the property, across the main courtyard and to the outside entrance to my new flat. I’d moved in almost immediately after Danny and Jack asked me to be their boy permanently, not that I had much to move. As soon as I was in the door I dropped the little running shorts I’d had on, and pealed my tank top off over my head. I’d only had them on in case anyone from the street could see into the parking lot. If my attire had been shrinking before it had become almost none existent since moving into the flat. With all of us practically under one roof a jock strap or a pair of tight white briefs had become our standard uniform. I loved seeing Jack and Danny become instantly hard any time I paraded by in my skimpy underwear. More than once one of them had grabbed me as I passed them on my way to do something else, and growling would tear off my underwear and quickly fuck me. It was the perfect arrangement for a boy like me with a voracious appetite for dick. Thinking about them had gotten me hard. I rubbed myself through the fabric of my briefs, and then decided to take those off too. My hard dick sprung up. I stroked myself a few times as I padded into the kitchen in search of some food. I was so constantly horny that I often found myself rubbing my dick absent mindedly while doing other things. I slowly stroked my cock without intention while I peered into the fridge. Nothing in the refrigerator really interested me. I closed the door and padded in bare feet into my bedroom. I sighed and flopped onto the bed, maybe I’d just jerk off really quick. Then I’d find something productive to do with my time, I thought. Before I’d really settled in my eyes landed on the big thick plug Jack had given me after the first time we’d fucked. I’d used it off and on sense, though mostly when I needed cock I just got the real thing. I paused for a moment, and then decided it would be a fun change. I got up and grabbed the plug and some lube. I tossed a towel onto the tiled floor and lubed up the plug. I rubbed some of the liquid on my hole, easily slipping a finger in. I almost never used lube any more except for with toys. My hole was well trained enough that spit was enough for every cock I’d taken. I lined my hole up with the point of the plug and relaxed down. Squatting over it I slowly lowered myself down. I felt my hole opening slowly as the plug widened. It slid in easily, being double penetrated regularly by Jack and Danny had taught my hole to open up quickly. It felt good, my hole spreading around the plastic cone till with a small pop the back slipped past my sphincter. I let out a little groan and my ass cheeks came to rest on the floor. My shoulders shook at little. I felt stuffed. I shifted back and forth on the plug, and then with one hand pulled it out of my hole leaving my ass lips momentarily gaped. I bounced on it a few times on the floor before sitting back down onto the plug. I got up off the floor, and moved my towel over to the coffee table in the living room. Jack and I had discovered a few days prior that the coffee table was not only strong enough to support a human but the perfect dick riding height. I pressed out and let the plug fall from my hole. Over and over I dropped my weight down onto its girthy base and then let it fall out of me. I was sweaty and lost in a piggy daze. It felt so good that I lost all sense of time and the world around me. I was so focused on destroying my own hole that I didn’t notice the first knock at my door. Truthfully, I’m not sure if it was the third or fourth knock that broke me out of my trance. “Shit,” I said and jumped up. The plug fell from my ass with a thud onto the table. I dove across the room to grab my shorts from where I had dropped the by the door and quickly jumped into them. I tried to tuck my dick up into the waist band but it wasn’t much use, my erection was still completely obvious. Not having much other choice at that moment, I decided screw it and opened the door. I found myself face to face with a tousle haired youth who looked to be maybe nineteen. He had a round boyish face, bright eyes, and full lips. His hair messy hair fell every which way, and he had to brush it out of his face constantly. Despite his boyish face he had big broad shoulders sticking out from the straps of a loose-fitting tank top. His skin was tanned a deep golden brown, and climbing up from the low neckline of his tank was a wild explosion of chest hair. My eyes involuntarily flicked down to the crotch of his low slunk shorts imagining the dick hiding in there. “Hi…” he said a little awkwardly. “I’m Eli…” a pause, “the new pool boy… pool guy. They sent me on ahead ‘cause I finished early at the last place.” “Oh, nice to meet you. I’m David. The owners are out today but I’m here to supervise.” I said trying to put on my most professional and mature voice, and hoping that my very “casual” stance was blocking my boner from this guy. His eyes flicked down to my shorts; clearly, I had been unsuccessful. “Nice to,” he grinned, “Nice to meet you. I don’t want to interrupt you, if you can just point me to the pump room you can get back to whatever you were doing.” “Yeah sure, follow me.” I stepped past him heading towards the pool deck. “Jesus,” I heard him say behind me. “Sorry?” When I turned back around his eyes were fixed on something in the apartment. I realized quickly what it was… he’d seen the plug. Thinking it better to play it cool I said, “Everything ok.” “Yeah, um… yeah.” He shook his head as if trying to clear it, and then said looking back into the room, “That’s just a big fucking butt plug.” “I suppose it is…” He’d turned to look at me and had an odd expression on his face. I felt a little uneasy. “Were you riding that when I got here?” He was walking towards me now. “What if I was? You got a problem with that?” “A problem? Fuck no!” He let out a loud burst of laughter. “Fuck, no man… I don’t have a problem with that… I wanna see it.” “What?” “You riding that plug, sounds fucking hot.” I knew the look in his eyes now. It was hunger. It was the same look Jack had when he tore my briefs off me at breakfast that morning. “The other guys won’t be here for a couple of hours, they won’t be able to tell if I started now or a half hour late.” “I see.” “So why don’t you show me how you take that plug.” He was right next to me now. I closed the last few feet between us and wrapped one arm around his waist pulling us together. “On one condition. You show me what you’re hiding in those shorts.” “Easiest deal in the world.” I grabbed him by the tank top and pulled him into my apartment and slammed the door. Without hesitation I dropped my shorts and walked over to the plug. It was still slick with lube and ass juice. I turned to face Eli, who was watching me unblinkingly. I took a deep breath, squatted over the plug, and let the air out slowly as I sank down onto its girth. “Fuck,” he moaned. “Your turn,” I replied. I rocked on the plug a little. He grinned and pulled his shirt off. The little tuft of hair I’d seen sticking up from his tank didn’t disappoint. Despite his narrow twinky frame Eli was furry. My mouth watered following the dense swirls of hair down his stomach to the waist of his low slung shorts. He looked at me expectantly. I rose off of the plug, letting it fall from my open hole, and then in one swift motion sat back down on it hard. His grin turned to a hungry gritted smile and he shoved his shorts to the ground. Sprouting out from a dense bush was a wide cock. It wasn’t fully hard yet but every beat of his heart was forcing more blood into the shaft. I watched it swell as I rode my plug. A long vein started to stand out against the taught skin. The mushroom head grew broad and flat, a little drop of precum glinted from the slit. He stroked it, his eyes never leaving mine. I dropped down onto the plug hard, and then on my hands and knees crawled over to him. I grabbed his narrow hips with one hand, and the base of his cock with the other. I didn’t ask, or wait to be told, I just opened my mouth and swallowed him to the base. Eli moaned, and put his hands on the back of my head. He face fucked me slowly for a few minutes, his cock growing to its final state. He was hard as a rock, and just as thick as Jack. His hands traveled down from my head towards my ass. I arched my back, and swallowed his cock to the root. With his balls against my chin I tongues at his shaft, and buried my nose in his pubes. As I did, Eli’s fingers found the base of the plug in my hole and started to play with me. He pressed on the base forcing a few more millimeters into me. I groaned around his cock. Then he grasped the base firmly and pulled. For a few moments my hole resisted, then it gave way and the plug came bursting from my ass. I gasped, almost choking on his cock. He let up a little bit and I gasped for air before diving back down on his cock. “Fuck,” he groaned, “you’re a fucking hungry cock sucker… and damn,” his fingers found my hole again, “your hole is totally blown out. Is that?” He licked the finger that had just been inside me, “Is that cum?” “Mmmhmmm” I hummed, his dick still pressing into my tonsils. “Fuck, so you had an ass full of cum and thought… You know what I need to ride my plug. That’s so fucking hot. And I guess answers my next question.” I let up on his cock, gasped for air and said, “What’s that?” “If you would let me fuck you of if I’d have to be satisfied with your throat?” “I’d be mad if you didn’t fuck me.” He got down on the ground with me, kneeling in front of me. With a rough hand he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a desperate kiss. He wrestled like that for a few minutes, or hands running all over each other. He pulled me tight against him and our dicks pressed together. I felt his cock leaving a slick trail of precum on my stomach as he humped against me. I’d had enough, I pushed my body against him, knocking him back onto the rug. We tumbled together onto the floor. I landed, straddling him, his cock now pressing against my ass. I bent down and kissed him. As our tongues continued to wrestled I ground my ass against his crotch, eventually getting his cock lined up with my hole. After riding my plug it was easy to get his head to catch in my hole, and once it did I sat back slightly and took his whole girthy shaft inside me. Eli moaned into my mouth as I rode him. “Fuck yes,” he said. His dick felt amazing. But what felt even better was being incharge. I had made this happen. I had taken control. I was riding this man. It made me feel powerful and slutty. I had been caught using my hole, and now I was using his dick. I bounced up and down, clamping my ass around his shaft. Eli had both hands behind his head and his eyes closed reveling in my warm guts. He was panting as I milked his cock with my velvety hole. I shifted so my feet were under me and I was bracing against my hands. I started to bounce even higher. The sound of slapping flesh became the only thing I could hear. Then I felt it: his cock pulsed, and his balls tightened. He grabbed me by the hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. I kept riding, slamming down harder and harder on his cock. I felt my own orgasm building. Just as the first shot of cum erupted from his dick, the damn broke and my own orgasm burst forth. Volley after volley of semen rocketed from my bouncing dick and I rammed myself back on his shaft. It spattered all over Eli’s chest. As my orgasm subsided I felt his own orgasm still going strong. Thick ribbons of cum were being launched into my guts. Eli was panting. His whole body seemed to be vibrating and he was covered in sweat. It took what felt like a blissful forever for his orgasm to end. When it did I felt like I had the loads of at least two men inside me. “Shit,” he said, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, “I haven’t gotten off in a few days that felt amazing.” “Damn, that was a massive load.” “You too. Fuck…” “Oh shit! Sorry you’re covered and you have to work.” “Naw its ok. Just can I borrow a towel or something.” “Absolutely.” I got up on shaking legs and got him a towel. He stood up and cleaned himself off. When he had gotten most of the cum off of his chest he walked back over to me and kissed me. “So… next time I’m sent out to service this pool think we can… uh…” “Do it again?” “Yeah!” “Hell yes! And after I tell the owners I’m sure you’ll be back pretty often.” “Tell the owners!” He looked horrified at the idea. “Yeah,” I grinned mysteriously, “who’s cum do you think was in my hole when you fucked me.”

I like your attitude. I don't mind fucking in a public place in view of others that are there to intentionally watch or join in and participate in the activities. As long as we aren't doing it somewhere we are likely to be accidentally view by people who don't want to see, and potentially complain to law enforcement, I will happily fuck in public.

there better be pics 🐽

It was busy last night. Gave a few loads there last night in the darkroom and maze!

PART 2 The door quickly opened to the man I had seen in the picture Mike sent me. He was in his early 40s, built, muscled, about 5’7”, but with that hot look of a former college jock who’d drunk a few too many beers. He was shirtless and answered the door in just a pair of skimpy old style 70s coach gym shorts. He exuded confidence and sex appeal. “You must be Adam. Mike’s told me a lot about you. Come in. I’m Justin.” He ushered me into the large spacious room and put the do not disturb thing on the doorknob. The curtains were open, but there was no way anyone could see us, we were 25 stories up, facing the lake. I made a mental note to remember to ask him to fuck me on the balcony outside. We chit chatted for a bit but quickly got down to brass tacks. Mike had apparently negotiated my fee with him in advance. I was a little surprised and thought “so now he was my pimp, too?” But that thought just make my hole pucker. Justin handed me an envelope with 5 $100 bills in it, which I tucked in my backpack. He said “Are you nervous, Adam?” I nodded and laughed a bit. “Yeah, a little.” “Don’t be. I’ve known Mike forever. In fact, he’s going to stop by later.” I was sitting on the sofa, and he handed me a plastic cup that was sitting on the coffee table and said “here, drink this. It’ll help you relax and have a good time.” I took the cup which was fizzy and brown so I just assumed it was a Coke. I took a few sips. It tasted a little weird, but I was so nervous that I drank it all quickly. He laughed and said “there’s more where that came from later.” I didn’t know what G was at the time, since the only thing I’d ever done was smoke weed. Justin smiled and said “When Mike showed me your picture, you reminded me of someone that he and I both know. A guy your age. I want to play out a daddy/boy scene where I fuck that guy. Mike said you’d done that with him before, right?” I nodded. “So I’m going to call you Jake, ok? I’m also going to call you a lot of other names. Does that turn you on?” He reached over and touched the back of my neck with his strong hand and massaged it a little bit. All I could do was moan and say “yes, Daddy.” He laughed and said “Good. If anything does’t feel right, just tell me and we’ll readjust. But I think what I have in mind for tonight is going to turn you on very very much.” He sat down next to me on the sofa and leaned over so we started making out. His short trimmed beard and sexy green eyes were making my cock rock hard and I couldn’t stop exploring his furry chest with my hands. I rubbed his nipples and he moaned and said “you can do that whenever you want, son.” I grinned (I loved it when Mike called me “son”) and rubbed his nipples harder with one hand while I reached down to feel his cock inside his shorts. It was incredibly thick and I could feel his foreskin moving over the head of his dick even though it was still inside his shorts. I was starting to swirl from the G and he could tell that I was feeling it, so he just picked me up and moved me to the bed. He laid me on my back and slid his shorts down so that his mostly hard, massive cock was dangling down. He rolled me on my shoulders and pulled my shorts off quickly, while I shucked my tank top. I was completely naked on the bed except for my sexy jockstrap which he made a point of complimenting. Justin grinned at me and said “FUCK Jake, you look so damn sexy,” then he shoved his face into my hole, rubbing his beard and tongue all over my ass. I moaned and reached down to grab his face and pull it as far into my ass as I could. The only thing I loved more than getting my cunt eaten was taking big fat daddy cocks in it and I knew that Justin was only moments away from sinking his cock into my greedy cumdump. He kept his tongue and beard in contact with my hole and I just held onto the back of his head for dear life, while he shoved his tongue as far up my asshole as it would go. I couldn’t do anything but moan like a little pig while my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I was one happy little faggot. Justin came up for air “You like that, son? Fuck, Jake you look so hot. Daddy’s gonna love breeding your pretty little cumdump. I got a bunch of loads for you. You want my cock, baby boy?” I just moaned some more and said “fuck Daddy! Yes! Your boy needs your cock. Please give it to me.” He chuckled a little and said “hang on baby boy, I have another surprise for you,” then I felt his index finger slide into my spit lubed hole. After a minute or so with him pushing his fingers in and out of my hole, loosening me up for the onslaught to come, something started to burn a little bit. “What’s that?” He just laughed and said “You’ll find out in a few minutes, boy. You ready for Daddy’s cock Jake?” It was still a little weird that he was calling me by another guy’s name, but ultimately I didn’t care because I was incredibly turned on and knew I was gonna get bred by a hot Daddy while making a bunch of money in the process. If calling me Jake turned him on, that was fine with me. Just fuck me harder. I could feel more burning in my ass and Looked up at Justin grinning ear to ear saying “you feel that son? How does your pussy feel, Jakey boy ?” I had to catch my breath I could feel my heart pounding and my asshole was on fire in a way I’d never felt before. “Oh Daddy, it feels amazing. Please put your cock inside me. Please.” I looked up at him with my best puppy, hang dog look, begging for his cock with my eyes. I was still rolled onto my back with my ass high in the air when he made me flip over so I was on my knees like a good cumdump. Mike had taught me how to arch my back so that he could get all the way inside my hole. Justin laughed and noted this. “Mike’s taught you how to position your pretty little pussy, hasn’t he, son?” “Yes, Daddy. Now put your cock in me, please? I reached back and pulled my big hairy cheeks apart so Justin could see my hole winking at him. Justin just laughed again and said “don’t worry Jakey. Daddy’s gonna give you all of his big fat daddy cock just like you always wanted it.” He reached down and ate my ass a little more, shoving his tongue as far as he could inside my hole, then he pulled up and spat a couple of big loogies onto my butthole. “You think you can take my cock with just spit for lube, baby boy?” “No, Daddy, can I have some poppers too?” Justin just laughed and said “that’s my boy, Jakey. You don’t want more lube you just want more drugs. Good little fag whore.” I blushed a little, but I liked him calling me names and I loved the daddy/boy scene he was playing out. He handed me a bottle of poppers and I took 6 or 7 huge hits off them so my head was completely spinning. My hole continued to burn and get hungrier from whatever he had shoved in there, and he spat on his cock and started to tease my cunt with the head. “You sure you want this dick, baby boy? Daddy’s not sure you can take the whole thing. Do you think you can, Jake?” I moaned like a cheap whore and backed up, trying to get the head of his cock inside me. He laughed and moved away, teasing my hole with his cock head. “Fuck daddy! Give it to me. I need it so badly.” Justin just laughed some more and continued to tease my hole, waiting for my body to absorb the drugs. My hole kept getting hungrier and hungrier and finally he slowly slid a little bit of his huge cock into my ass. “Come on now Jake, tell Daddy what you want. Beg for it, baby boy.” “Oh Daddy! Please give me all of your cock. I need it. My hole is so hungry and only you can satisfy me with your cock, Daddy!” Justin moaned loudly and said “I’ve been waiting for you to say that for a long time, Jakey boy. I need to be inside you. Here we go.” He thrust his cock all the way inside my ass until it was incredibly full. I gasped and then tried to relax so I could handle all of his enormous daddy cock. It was so long I felt it pop past something inside me and then just started to feel warmer all over and hungrier in my hole. “Of fuck! Daddy what did you do to me? Your cock feels amazing all the way inside me, but my hole is on FIRE!” Justin reached over and touched my face, kind of petting me like you would an overexcited dog. “Don’t worry baby boy, you’re safe with me, I just gave you something called T, to make you have more fun. I put it in the piss slit of my cock so it’s melting all the way inside your pretty little furry pussy.” FUUUUCK. He was giving me drugs from his cock into my ass, and there was nothing I could do about it. Which was JUST fine. My body heated up and my hole opened wide to take his dick. I felt like my brain was completely scrambled but my ass was on fire and I needed him to fuck me. HARD. Justin could feel this too and he quickly started to thrust in and out of my ass, fucking me hard and using my pussy like it was meant to be used. His cock was the biggest one to ever fuck me and I was begging for his cock to fuck me harder. “Please Daddy, I need your cock. Rape me harder! I need your cock using my pussy! It feels so fucking good. Please Daddy. Just keep doing what you’re doing.” Then I felt another wave of the drugs in my asshole and couldn’t really talk anymore I was so spun. Justin grinned at me with an evil glint in my eye and said “I’ve been waiting to do this for so long, Jakey! I’ve wanted to fuck you forever and now my cock is all the way inside you just like it was supposed to be. Take my fucking cock you dirty little faggot!” Justin went into overdrive and grabbed onto my hips so he could pound my cunt really hard. I grabbed onto a pillow and just moaned into it, feeling my head explode over and over with pleasure that his cock was giving my hole. After a few minutes of sustained, heavy pounding he cried out “FUCKKKKK! Jakey! I’m gonna breed you! Do you want my load son! Tell me you want my load!” He was begging me to beg him and I finally found the ability to speak again. “DADDY! Please give me your load! Please cum all the way up my pussy as far as you can shoot it! I want to feel your cock cumming in my hole!” Justin kept on fucking me and finally after another minute of full on pounding he stopped and his legs stiffened and he fell forward on my back with his furry chest. He was breathing heavily and I could feel his cock throbbing deep inside of me, launching volley after volley of cum into my cunt. I reverted back to moaning and gibberish and just saying “thank you daddy! Thank you for breeding me!” Justin just keep repeating “Oh Jakey!” Over and over again. Justin’s breathing came back to normal and we rolled onto our sides and began passionately making out, after a minute or two his cock began to get soft and slide out of my hole. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a buttplug and immediately shoved it all the way up my ass before I had time to react. It was BIG. I sighed because I was suddenly full again, but my hole was still on fire. “Don’t worry,” Justin said. There’s way more where that came from.

Part 1 (Chem stuff comes in Part 2) Finally. Away at college for a few months and I could breathe. Growing up in a small town, I was eager to go to school in a big city so I could come out, get some more sexual experience (other than trading blowjobs with my best friend under the bleachers of the football field at school) and finally hook up with the older men I’d been fantasizing about for a long time. I’m Adam, and I’m a short, 5’4” tall, furry 18 year old student at a big college in the midwest. I have a nice uncut dick and a big fat hairy ass. I knew I wanted to be somewhere like Chicago when I applied to schools, so I only applied to colleges in big cities. I was horny 24x7 and knew it would be far easier to satisfy my hunger for cock in a large city. The first few months, I figured out how online cruising worked and had a lot of good luck using Sniffies and Scruff. Luckily I had a bike to ride around and my school was near the L so I could get all over the city quickly. I had a couple of regular hookups, including one older guy named Mike who had taken my ass cherry and taught me how to love my greedy butthole. I was in love with Mike’s 6’ tall, beefy, hairy Dad bod and the thick swirls of chest hair on his pecs. He didn’t have a beard but he was one of those guys who shaved every day and still looked like he needed to shave 5 minutes after he was done. Needless to say, his sandpaper chin felt amazing on my boy pussy and he loved leaving loads in my hole. I loved taking those loads, it was even more fun when they leaked out of my cunt and left a tiny wet spot on the seat of the L train when I got up to exit. One Friday morning, Mike texted me and asked me if I’d be interested in meeting a friend of his who was in town on business and looking for a younger guy to hire for an evening. I’d never thought about selling my ass, which I willingly gave away for free, but he was Mike’s friend so I said sure. Mike sent me a pic of another hot early 40s Daddy who I’d be happy to give my hole to, but Mike said he got off on paying boys for sex. Who was I to say no? He also sent me a pic of the guy’s giant uncut dick. I was immediately in love. It was bigger than any cock I’d ever taken before, immensely thick, and I knew I had to have it inside me. His name was Justin and Mike sent me his phone and room number at a hotel in the Loop. He told me to be there at 5. Yes, sir! This fag boy is never late for a good daddy dicking. After I was done with classes for the day, I went home, showered and cleaned out my hole (thank god I had a single room with its own bathroom!) so I would be squeaky clean for the cock I was dreaming of. It was still warm out, so I put on a skimpy pair of nylon shorts a tank top and a cute jockstrap that Mike had given me, which framed my big furry ass really well. I remembered to put the bottle of poppers Mike gave me in a pocket of my backpack and headed out. I’d been instructed not to wear deodorant or cologne and to be on time. I gave myself a lot of time and walked into the lobby of the hotel at 4:50PM, with my heart pounding. I was incredibly horny, as usual, with the added thrill of going to meet a John who was going to pay me for sex. My cock was hard in my jockstrap and my ass was tingling, knowing it was about to receive the hard fucking it so desperately needed. I caught the eye of one of the bellhops who was a cute guy just a little older than me with thick curly hair and a trim beard. He was on his way up with a cart full of suitcases and held the door of the elevator for me. It was just the two of us and he said “You’re lucky to be wearing so little, this uniform is hot and sweaty when it’s this warm out.” I laughed and agreed and he took the opportunity to start at my ass. It’s a nice big ass if I do say so myself, and he just smiled and said “I get off at 10.” I smiled and said “I’ll just bet you do.” We quickly exchanged phone numbers and then the elevator stopped on Justin’s floor. I reached over and kissed the bellman, and he grabbed my ass cheek, slipping his hand inside the waistband of my jockstrap. “FUCK, kid, that’s a nice ass. Hope I get to sample it.” I pulled away from him, smiled and said “you will. Don’t worry. Always room for one more.” No one I went to high school would’ve guessed that shy little Adam would’ve gone away to college and in three months be shaking his booty at hotel staff on his way to turn a trick for money. The bellman licked his lips and said “I sure hope so.” Then the elevator door closed and he was gone. I quickly found the room, adjusted my dick and ass in my jock and knocked on the door.

Lately we’re seeing attempts by Republicans to impose their restrictive pseudo-religious beliefs upon every other citizen (or, prospective citizens) in the US, regardless of how far-removed their version of religiosity is removed from the actual Message from which it supposedly derived. No religious belief-system is founded upon hating “the other”. Only corruptions of an existing belief-system does that. We’ve already seen women’s reproductive rights taken away, after half a century of existence in the US. Currently, there are 19 Attorney’s General, almost entirely In “red” States, attempting to compel A.G’s in other “blue or purple” states to hand over records of women that have been forced to travel to receive medical attention for intensely personal reproductive care. It hasn’t been enough for these red-state A.G’s to have medical care banned in their own states; now they’ve banded together to stick their long pointy noses into the personal medical business of their residents, with an eye to punishing those women who were forced to seek medical care outside of the states they resided in. There are “red” states where one single person can get a celebrated work of literature banned from schools, county-wide if they object to some phraseology within the book. It has already happened. These are people who have substituted their so-called “religious” beliefs with a surrender to the siren-call of hatred for “the other”, based upon a charlatan’s constantly blaring call to selfishness on the grandest of scales. A breathtakingly politicized majority on the SCOTUS has handed down repression after repression against their political enemies, enriching themselves in the process to exponentially increase their personal wealth. Senator Whitehouse may well get some remedial action through the Congress, and that’s at least something. However, it’s easy to anticipate who the repressives running amok in the US will be coming after, once they’ve thoroughly digested their actions against women, minorities, immigrants. Are we - as gay men living /acting on the edge of social acceptance - so foolish as to believe we’re not on the repressionist’s list? Do we actually think that we’ll be spared the hatemonger’s wrath? They would pay good money to watch us hang. All of us. Every single one of us they can reach. Thus, it’s crucial - obviously - to vote, and vote to protect the women, disenfranchised, those aspiring to a better life in the US, every degree and variation of “the other”, not only because it’s the right and decent thing to do, but also because your rights to Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness is absolutely, 100% on the line. “Down-ballot” voting, aka “Straight-ticket” voting means that on election day we vote for every single position on the ballot. We vote only for office-seekers that we’re confident will protect the rights of every threatened group, vote to expand rights of all the subgroups of Americans instead of those that would destroy us. Merely voting for the higher offices - i.e. Presidential/ Vice Presidential offices, is not doing our job completely. In the event we don’t happen to know much about many of the County/State candidates, it’s easy to find out. Merely contact your local political offices to find out which candidates, from the lowliest to the most exalted local offices, will reflect your positions on issues best. Burying our future in laziness will only hasten the day the hatemongers come for us. Maybe you’ve never voted for Progressives, Liberals, Democrats. Maybe you’ve never been interested in politics. Maybe you don’t believe we’re in the cross-hairs of the Republicans. Please, please take part in your duty. Exercise your right to vote for candidates that will protect the rights of all. This is not the time to find out the hard way.

Took a trip to Akron Steam Friday and had 15 different guys fuck me and 8 dropped thier loads in my ass! Was an awesome night!

But yes I eat my own also, drink my own piss too🚬👄

I've met very few 'average' black men. Chasing BBC ~ NOT racist.

I'm versatile and am sure I average at least twice a day. I typically start the day off jacking off unless I'm reasonably sure I am fucking someone that day, and if I am planning on going to an orgy I will often hold off the day before. With the right inspiration, I can still cum 4 times a day at 54 and even if I can't get it up to cum again, I am always good to keep getting fucked. One of my favorite things in the world is to breed a man and immediately flip over and have him breed me, knowing I just dropped fresh load in his ass.

Now that I've returned from my long weekend of hanging out with 2 lifelong heterosexual couple friends and going to Taylor Swift - I did end up telling a slightly sanitized version of this story to my two heterosexual couple friends I've known 25+ years - they are less spicy now with kids and what not but still the cool type of heteros, whereas I'm newly single after 10 years so a LOT of spicy stories. I made the mistake of passing my phone to one of my friends - I thought I had quarantined all the photos/vids that autodownload from telegram chats, but turns out I hadn't so it wasn't too long before they were scrolling through screens like this. So then everyone wanted to know what post divorce life was like, so I told a bunch of stories of what I've been up to lately. So then I got to the Alex memory trip story... At several points, both of the women would say things like "damn, I wanna be Alex!" (as a couple of you have...) but at the end of me telling them what happened and quickly flashing the pictures at them, my buddy R who I've known the longest of all of them said, "I'm totally the Verbal Guy (of the three guys) and ya know, anal is great with L (his wife - who laughed at the comment). No lie though, I have massive FOMO so fuck it, Alex it is! One more thing for the bucket list." (If you knew R, you'd know this will not ever happen!) We all cracked up, I spilled my drink laughing so hard, and L his wife looks at him and said, "There's not a chance in hell you could take that much dick." 🙂

From the POV of a top at such places, this kind of competition and these sorts of behaviors are substantially annoying. Most of us over the age of 30 cannot easily cum more than 3 or 4 times (if that) during a sauna visit of reasonable length. Obviously, we'd like to make them count in terms of enjoyment. Just my opinion. Worth its weight in gold.

612 loads so far this year, 500+ different men ( a lot, ok... most are anonymous, so not exactly sure on the number of distinct men, but the load count is accurate) the last 2 years were below average due to covid and last year was the first year I kept an accurate count... 493 pre-covid, i was more active, but didn't really keep accurate counts been barebacking exclusively for 13 years no prep, i've taken antibiotics for syph and ghono more times than i can count. I have hepx, but nothing else at the moment

Ok, so its been a while, but I have finally written the next chapter. I hope to continue this story and maybe write a few other stories. The Graduate Assistant Part 5 The rest of the day flew by for Matt. He was on cloud nine from it being a Friday and his not so mystery fuck in the steam room. He kept catching himself day dreaming in the middle of his classes and office hours about that tight raw jock throat and hole on his manhood. He had to make sure he kept his crotch hidden, as he had a semi chub all day and his slacks didn’t hid it well. Matt’s office hours were from 3 to 6 on Friday’s, and surprisingly they were busy this week. It probably had to do with the test that they had on Monday. It was the first test of the term and the kids were nervous. That and he had a group of freshmen girls that had to come moon over him every time he held office hours. Being pretty straight acting and looking he got this a lot, so he was used to it. But, it still was annoying having to sit and “help” these girls that he knew didn’t need it. A plus was they made his chub disappear for the last hour of his time in the office. At 6:03 he guided the last of his “fan club” out the door to lock up. He made his way across campus to the pub that he was meeting Jake at for some food and pre-gaming before the concert. He got there at 6:27, three minutes early, but had to wait 20 minutes for his brother who as usual was late. He had a pint of beer while he waited and watched some soccer on TV. Jake sat down beside him with his typical half small that he drove chicks wild with. “Hey bro, sorry I was late. Had a bitch on my dick that wouldn’t let me go till I put a load in her pussy!” “Way too much information man! You need to be careful with that before you knock some girl up. Mom would have your ass!” “It’s all good, this chick is a MILF in her 40s with her tubes tied. I can load her as much as I want and not worry about it. She has some lame ass husband with a small dick so she always gets young hung guys like me to fuck her.” “Well, it is your life. Can we change the subject? What seats did you get us?” The brothers continued to talk about the concert as they drank their beer and ordered some food. They stayed at the pub till 9 when they headed to the concert. The concert was great as all the bands killed it. The brothers had more drinks and some pot as they listened to the bands. Around 2 am, Jake split from Matt as he had a “friend” he wanted to visit. Matt was so buzzed he didn’t care and let him go. He ordered a Lyft and sat on the bench in front of the building and waited. Ten minutes later his ride pulled up in a black SUV with tented windows, just as described on the app. Matt opened the front door and climbed in. When he looked over he was dumb struck by the hot black man sitting in the driver seat. He was wearing a wife beater shirt and basketball shorts. He had a very light caramel skin tone with dreads and a nice beard and was probably around 20 or 21. “What popping man, you Matt” the young man asked? “Yes, I am. You are Tony right? My god you look sexier then your picture on that app!” The words flew right out of his mouth before he knew it. “Oh, sorry man. I didn’t mean to be that blunt. I have a buzz going.” “It’s all good man. I have guys hitting on me all the time in this job. It’s just part of being a sexy buck. Especially, when they see the bulge this snake puts off!” He grabbed his ample package as he finished his sentence. Matt just nervously laughed as Tony pulled away from the building. They made small talk about the concert including the bands, the booze, the pot, and the women/men. Tony had wanted to go but waited to long to get tickets and it was sold out. He seemed very chill and while he didn’t flirt with Matt at all he seemed to be ok with gay people and Matt describing some of the hot guys at the concert. As they pulled up to the front of Matt’s building the conversation kind of lagged. As Tony put the car into park, Matt looked over to thank him as he opened the door. To his shock, Tony had pulled his pants down on the ride at some point and was sitting there with a half hard on and huge balls hanging out. Matt’s eyes shoot up to Tony’s face to see a wicked grin. “I know you want this big fat dick, so bend over and suck it bitch!’ It took less than 5 seconds to get the head of Tony’s cock in his mouth. It was still semi soft, but the head was uncut and fat as a mushroom! Matt started to tongue his foreskin and piss slit. He had a nice husky tasted to him. He had a little piss taste left mixed with that taste uncut guys have when they have not washed under their foreskin for a day or so. It was the heavenly taste Matt loved when sucking uncut cock. A moan escaped from Tony’s mouth as Matt took more of his dick into his mouth. After five minutes or so, Matt’s talented mouth had gotten Tony completely hard, all 11 fat inches of his dick were buried in his throat. He was moaning and groaning with each dive to his balls that Matt’s expert mouth provided. The whole time Matt played with Tony’s two heavy balls, probably some of the biggest he had ever seen in real life. After about 15 minutes of getting blown, Tony pulled Matt’s head off his cock. There were no words exchange, but the look Tony gave Matt he knew his ass was getting Tony’s big cock in it. Tony pointed to the back seat with unspoken meaning. Matt crawled through the pass through to climb in the spacious back seat. Tony followed as soon as he sat down on the back seat Matt straddled him facing forward. He had done a good job lubing up Tony’s dick with his spit but he only had Alex’s cock in him in the last 6 months and the thought caused fear to show in his eyes. “Don’t worry slut, I have lube for that ass. I keep a supply on had so I can fuck boys like you. It’s behind you in the holder on the back of the seat. Grab it and put some on this big dick. Oh and I don’t have rubbers so you going to get my raw dick and load in you.” A brief smile came over Matt’s lips as he lubed up Tony’s cock. He had been on prep for years and not had a condom on his cock or in his ass since we went on it. He slowly took Tony’s fat raw dick into him inch by inch. The mushroom head was the most painful, but finally after 5 minutes or so he had bottomed out opening his second ring with that big bare dick and was finally feeling good. He rode that big cock for about 15 minutes as he kissed and nibbled on Tony’s ears and neck, twisting his nipples and running his hands over this 6+ pack abs. He was loving the feeling this big dick hitting his prostate and second ring. “You have had your fun riding me at your pace boy. Now it is my time to get my nut!” Tony said as he flipped Matt on his back and started to pound his tight hole with an intensity he had never felt. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure Matt had not felt in a long time, if ever. Tony surprised Matt by kissing him, but as he did he pick up his speed to the point it was uncomfortable, but still semi pleasing to Matt. With in 2 minutes of the increased speed, Tony bumped a huge load in Matt’s ass. “Thats it bitch, take my fucking babies. Your my cum slut now! I own this ass!” “Fuck yes, own my ass!” Tony collapsed on Matt as Matt shot his spunk all over both their abs. Both laid for a minute breathing heavy. “Well, slut I need to get home to my girl, so it's time you get you ass out of my car.” Tony climbed off Matt, and opened the back door and climbed out buck naked with his half hard cock swinging. Matt followed him out and grabbed his slacks and shoes from the floor board and he pulled up his jockeys. Matt closed the door and went to bend over to put on his pants when Tony pulled off, not even waiting for him to get dressed. Matt decided to walk to his apartment with just his jockeys on, since they were boxer briefs and looked like shorts anyway. He went to the shower and got all cleaned up from the hot day of the fuck in the steam room, the classes, office hours, dinner, the concert, and the raw hard fuck he just took. The hot water felt great and he jerked another load our thinking of the jock ass he fucked and the big fat cock that fucked him. He realized he may be finally becoming more versatile and he liked the idea. He went to bed and laid down thinking of the huge load he had in his guts from Tony. He knew how deep his cock went and that the load would not becoming out till in the morning. He loved sleeping with cum in him all night!! He passed out pretty quick to dream of big fat raw uncut cock in this mouth.

Epilogue and Conclusion: Another product launch for the company. Another launch party. First big product launch we've had in over six months. My mind, however, wasn't on the product. Instead my eye was on a guy attending the party. He was in his mid-30’s, blonde, blue eyes, nice tan, great ass proudly on display in slacks that are just ever so slightly too tight. We had been cruising each other all night and I was determined to get my POZ load into that ass. But I'd lost him in the crowd. Six months had passed since I tested positive and since I broke-up with Brian. He tested positive a month after my positive results, and never forgave me. His issue, not mine. I hadn't seen Brian since I picked-up the last of my stuff. In any event, I thought it safe to say that "The Jordan Affair," as I've come to call it, changed me in more ways than one. I circled the room looking for the pretty prey on whom I'd my eye, the blond with the hot ass, when amidst the crowd I saw a familiar face, that of Daniel Holstrom. I can remember my dislike of Daniel when we first met, but I could honestly say I now understood him, and consequently was pleased to see him. My search for my prey could wait for a few minutes while I said hello to an old friend. “Eric!” Daniel called out when he saw me, a big smile on his face. “Daniel. Good to see you as always.” He leans close and whispers conspiratorially. “You’ve been looking very determined tonight. You have your eye on some pretty toy then?” “Indeed I do. If you were gay, you would be drooling over his ass.” I whisper back. “Heaven forbid! I’m quite happy with the ladies,” he replied with a chuckle. At that moment someone stepped behind me, and, seeing the man, Daniel introduced us, saying “Ah… I think you know my son.” I look up to the newcomer and my heart skipped a beat. The face was different but I knew him, and he was definitely not someone with whom I expected to cross paths. It was Jordan. The disease had progressed. His face was gaunt, his eyes slightly sunken, his body not as firm. Although his collar somewhat obscured it, I could see a lesion on his neck. Some might say he had lost his looks, but not to me. But he was still beautiful, alluring, sexy. Looking at him, I saw my future. 'How long have I?' I wondered. “Wait," I stammered, asking “Did you say he’s your son?” Daniel laughed. "You never told him?" Jordan shrugged, replying "Guess I never got around to it." "Well. You two catch up. With you mother away, Jordan, I don't plan on going home alone." Jordan laughed "Have fun, Dad." As Daniel stepped away, Jordan turned to me with a smile and whispered, almost proudly, “The dirty old bastard.” Pulling Jordan into a hug, I quietly remarked "Great to see you," adding "How are you doing?" "Been in the hospital a few times, so I'm still alive. For now. How about you?" I had spent six months planning what to say if I saw Jordan again, so I had a reply on the ready ”I guess I got lucky somehow. They have me on meds and it seems to be keeping the virus under control.” He staggered, almost as if struck. "Really? Nothing has worked for me and I've tried cocktail after cocktail." He is silent for a moment. When he speaks, his voice is shaking. His bravado is gone. "You know, I was 21 when I was first diagnosed a year and a half ago. I was so angry that I decided to pull as many people down with me as I can. That is why I targeted you. Why I pozzed you. Why I wanted to ruin your marriage." I listen but don't reply. This may be the first time I've seen the real Jordan. "They think I'm running out of time." He continues. "One of these days the virus will win. I'll ...I'll be gone. Maybe that's part of it too. Maybe I've thought of the virus as something that would carry on after me. A kind of immortality." He seems genuinely shattered by my statement, wondering how it is possible that I am responding to treatment and he is not. I hide my pleasure at my revenge. It is petty of me, perhaps, but it is a little payment for all the pain he caused. Then the moment is gone. He shakes himself and it is almost like the old Jordan is back. Almost. The uncertainty and doubt is not quite hidden in his eyes as he smiles at me. "No hard feelings then?" "Fuck no. You were right. You set me free from the lies I was telling myself. I've been fucking more than I ever have in my life. Thank you!” I smile lasciviously. "In fact, I have to say, I'm as hard as a rock just seeing you. Would love you to fuck me again one of these days... . " "That can be arranged." We trade numbers. I will honestly call him, despite all that happened, and hopefully get more of that big cock. He is an incredible fuck. But I already have a plan for tonight. I've found my selected prey -- the blond with the hot ass -- across the room and I don't want to lose him again. I give Jordan another hug then weave through the crowd to the blond. “Enjoying the event?” I ask as I casually stroll over and stand by the blond. “It’s ok.” He doesn’t sound all that interested in the event but his eyes linger on my that second or so too long. Maybe not all that interested in the event or the product… but he is interested in something else. “I’m Eric.” “David.” He gives me a big smile. ************************************************************************************************************************ An hour later and I have the blond back at my place and lead him to my bedroom. He seems a bit naive … and not really too bright. Easy to manipulate. Just the way I like them. I spend some time working him up, getting him so horny his is thinking with his cock, with his hole, and not with his brain. Kissing, playing with his chest and nipples, gently running my fingers down that hot ass, pressing my very hard cock against his body. I take his shirt off have him lay down on my bed. I massage his back, bending over to kiss his neck. He’s squirming under me. I have him unfasten his belt and then help him slide his pants down… and off. So I can continue my massage, of course. My first clear view of his ass. Fuck. It is as amazing as I had expected. I’m going to enjoy this. What is his name again? Oh, that’s right, David. “Your ass is beautiful, David.” He likes that, likes being complimented on his ass. My massage evolves slowly. Kneading his bubble butt. Prying the two melon halves apart…. I get my first glimpse of his hole and just the faintest whiff of his musk. Teasing his tight ring. Rimming his ass. Hot. Tasty. His hole is pulsing beneath me. I’m rock hard. My kisses trace up his back again as I move my cock into position at his hole. His pucker is kissing my cock. Begging me to put it inside him. “Do you have a condom?” He asks. I make a play like I’m reaching for one in the bedside drawer. “I was sure i had some here.” I lie. He moans beneath me. “I really want you inside me but I only play safe.” Hmm. Even better then. I’m about to really break in new territory. These things are easy to overcome. “That’s ok.” I whisper. “I always play safe as well. Just don’t have any condoms. tonight” I kiss his neck again. My cock stays just outside his hole. Just barely touching. Teasing him. Ready to strike. Like any bottom, he is squirming in desperation to get a cock inside. “Damn. This sucks.” I moan. “I really wanted to be inside you tonight.” I can feel his resistance waiver as I play him like a fiddle. Kissing his neck. My fingers just barely touching him as they trace up his hips. “Maybe I can just go in a bit - just the head - and then pull out…” There is a long pause. “Are you… clean?” He finally asks and I know I’ve won. “Yeah. I’m clean.” Sure I am. I showered right before the launch event. He says nothing. But his thighs spread slightly, opening the way for me. Giving me his consent. I push forward slightly and his ass opens for me. The tip of my cock is enveloped in his warm and wet hole. “Oh you feel so good.” I tell him. I make the tiniest motions I can. Infinitesimal moves in and out of his hole. Teasing him. Making him want more. He doesn’t even realise he is starting to push back into my fuck. My head slides further in. Half way. Three quarters. Pop! My head slips inside him. His ass is working my cock. The blond may “safe sex only” but he is no virgin. He knows how to work his ass. “Just a bit more?” I ask. “Ok.. just a bit.” His mind is still trying to maintain control but his ass is winning. It knows what it wants. I work my shaft deeper. “Is that OK?” He is panting in heat. “Yeah… fuck me. Please fuck me.” Another pause. “Just don’t cum inside me.” I pick up my pace. Sliding deeper. Deeper. He opens for me. Takes me willingly. My cock was now balls deep in his ass, bare as god intended, his ass working my shaft as I thrust, milking me. He is starting to ramble. “Oh my fuck! That is amazing. It feels so good.” His mind finally surrendering completely to the desires of his hole. Like all men, a slut. A slut who will do anything for a fuck. It’s time to seal the deal. To breed him. I’m pounding him. My balls slapping his ass. “Oh man, your ass is so hot… it is really working me! Fuck… I can't stop! I’m cumming!” I push deep and my cock throbs inside him. Firing wave after wave of my seed into his willing hole. The sweet release of loading up his neg ass with my TOXIC cum makes the whole experience even more amazing. Finally, I am spent. I collapse on his back, pushing him flat on the bed, my cock softening. "That was so hot." I tell David. I kiss his neck. I want to keep my cum in him as long as possible. Give it time to seep in. Take hold. If successful, he will be the seventh guy I've converted including Brian. Plus, if I can keep him here for a bit, keep him lost in the sensations, I'm sure I can give him another load. My mind drifts back to my encounter with Jordan earlier. To the lie I had told him. The lie about my virus being under control. There has been no successful treatment for me. Our virus - mine, Jordan’s, Glen’s, the guys we have breed and converted - is resistant to everything on the market. My viral load is uncontrolled. My CD4's continue to drop. Jordan has given me a death sentence. And I've accepted that. But, like Jordan, perhaps I am seeking to cheat death. To ensure some part of myself that will live on and thrive. My cock is getting hard again in this hole that has given itself to me. This hole I will load and convert. Passing some of my DNA on to survive when I am gone. A perverse kind of immortality. - End -

Part 3: “Jordan? It’s me, Eric.” “Hey.” He said indifferently. I was sitting in my office, cell phone pressed against my ear. I had closed my office door for privacy but looked to make sure it was shut. Some of my coworkers knew Brian and needed to make sure they didn’t hear anything. “I .. ah… I really want to see you again.” No reply. I waited, listening. Still no reply. But I could hear Jordan breathing heavily. I held my breath, trying to hear more, and heard the faint sound of moaning not far from the phone.. someone moaning around a full mouth of cock. I felt a stab of jealousy. I knew it was silly, not like Jordan and I were in a relationship… and, hell, I was cheating on my husband with him… but I felt it just the same. I could picture his firm, lean body pushing his cock deep inside this guy’s mouth. “So… um… can you meet some time?” I stammered. “I don’t know… kind of busy lately. You going to make it worth my while?” “I’ll do anything. I can’t stop thinking about you.” It was true. My obsession - and, yes, I knew that was what it was - was growing worse. Maybe it was a mid-life crisis but having his twenty something stud pounding my ass made me feel alive in a way I hadn’t in a long time. “Yeah, you are a right slut, aren’t you?” He laughed. “Love getting your ass plowed and not getting any at home. I knew you would call.” “I need your cock, Jordan. Please, can I see you?” A pause. “Tell you what. I’ll be in Manchester next Tuesday. Make arrangements and I will see you then.” “Tuesday? Um… that is Brian - my husband’s birthday - I don’t think I can meet then.” “Ok then. If you are not interested… no point in talking further.“ “Wait!” I cried desperately. “I’ll figure out something for Tuesday… please… please can I meet you?” “Hmmm. Are you taking your husband out for his birthday?” “Yes, I’m taking him for dinner.” “What time?” The sound of moaning was a bit louder now. Whoever was sucking Jordan’s cock seemed as jealous of me as I was of them… and they wanted me to know they were there. “7:30” I replied and told him the name of the city centre restaurant that was one of Brian’s favourites. “I’m familiar with it. Fine. At 8:00, I want you waiting for me out front of the restaurant. I’ll pick you up.” Shit. How in the hell could I skip out on my husband on his birthday? But I didn’t have a choice. “I’ll be there.” “Fine. Got to go.” And he hung up. Tuesday evening, my heart was racing. I had a plan… but it wasn’t a great one. I just hoped it was good enough. Brian and I had arrived at the restaurant a half hour early. We had a couple drinks at the bar while we waited. They didn’t relax me at all. Finally our table was ready. “Happy birthday, honey.” I said to Brian as another round of drinks came. I tried to be as subtle as possible as I glanced at my watch: 7:40. We ordered our starters and talked about our next holiday. I tried to stay focused on Brian, and on the conversation, but it was a struggle. All I could think about was Jordan. At 7:55, my work mobile rang. “Shit! It’s Harry from the office. I need to take this, honey. I’ll be right back.” Brian frowned slightly. I didn’t get many calls after hours but, if Harry (my boss) was calling, it must be important. “Ok… don’t be long.” I hurried to the door to the restaurant and stepped into the cold night air, out of Brian’s earshot, and hit the answer button. “So… did it work?” Daniel Holstrom laughed into the mobile. “Yeah… thank you for the help.” “Not a problem, my boy, we guys need to help each other out. But you will have to return the favour some day. Elise can get very suspicious… so always good to have an alibi ready to go.” I hated asking Holstrom for favours… but desperate times and desperate measures. I didn’t like the man, but I was confident I could rely on his discretion. I made sure I was far enough away from the restaurant window that Brian couldn’t see me, thanked Holstrom again, and hung up the phone. I turned to the street and waited. 8:00 came and went. Shit. I had to hurry. I started pacing… both out of anxiety and to keep myself warm… I hadn’t brought my coat with me. At 8:05 a car pulled up. With the streetlights, I could just make out Jordan sitting inside. I opened the door and sat in the passenger’s seat. I was so relieved that he had shown up. “Hey.” “Hey, slag.” Jordan was dressed in jeans and a pullover shirt. Like everything else I had seem him in, he looked gorgeous. He pulled away from the curb and drove around the corner. It was quieter here, and slightly darker, so maybe a bit more private. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his dick. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed my face towards his lap. “Come on, bitch. We don’t have much time. Suck my cock.” I didn’t resist. His cock pushed roughly past my lips and filled my mouth. He hadn’t showered before our meeting tonight and i could smell the faint aroma of sweat from his balls as i sank further into his crotch and allowed him into my throat. “That’s it. Take it deep.” His hands pushed harder against the back of my head and his hips thrust up. He was already balls deep and his scent was stronger now. It was sweaty, but not dirty, like a guy who has come from the gym with only a quick wash after his workout. It was unmistakably masculine. It was intoxicating. He was thrusting hard now as if trying to intentionally trigger my gag reflex. And I was gagging. In the tight confines of the car I couldn’t quite get the angle quite right. He thrust cruelly into my mouth. “Yeah. Look at you work that cock. Your husband’s birthday and you are here, sucking my cock, your mouth begging for my load. Here smile for the camera.” I loved it when he talked to me like this. I looked up at his phone and moaned and he took my picture with his cock embedded in his mouth. “Is that what you want, whore? Do you want to swallow my load?” I moaned again and he laughed. His hand slid down my back and under my pants. “I would rather load up your ass.” His finger pushed hard into my hole. I wanted it too… I desperately wanted him to fuck me right there. My mind raced to figure out how we could get into a good position in his car. He sighed above me. “Too bad you are in a hurry or I would give you what you really want. What you really need.” His cock was slamming my throat now, my mouth being battered as he pounded hard into me. His fingers were still digging into my hole. He was close… I could feel him swelling. He began to throb deep in my throat. I wanted to taste him but he held me tight. I couldn’t move back to let him up into my mouth. His cum flooded into my throat and I swallowed every drop. He held still for a moment, catching his breath. Then he pushed me off his cock and tucked it away. “You know how to suck a cock. Now you had better get back inside.” I nodded and opened the door. “Thank you so much.” I gushed. “That felt so good.” “Yeah… for me to. But next time I’m getting in that ass.” I gave him a smile and stepped out of the car. The door was barely closed when he sped off. I hurried back to the restaurant. Brian seemed a little annoyed at first but got over it as the evening progressed. A couple hours later, back at our apartment, I was buried deep in his hole, kissing his neck, and telling him how much I loved him. Yeah. I do love him. But i wished i was with Jordan and that it was my hole that was getting a good workout.

My name is Jacob. I grew up in a very strict evangelical Christian family. We attented church twice a week, had bible study every night at home, and believed sex was only in marriage for procreation. That's why we had 9 kids in our family. I was number 5. We lived in a small house with no privacy. All the boy's shared one room, all the girls another. So needless to say not only was masturbation a sin, it was near impossible to find a place to do it. But teenage hormones always find a way. I had mastered the art of silently rubbing myself off late at night, cumming into my hand then licking it clean to leave no telltale sign of my disobedience. Disobedience was a severely punishable crime. After God, Father and Mother reigned supreme, and any fractions were dealt with swiftly and severely. This most often consisted of a switch to the palms, or bare buttocks. I remember once my older brother Elijah was caught touching himself and Father made him strip naked in front of us boys and bend over, grabbing his ankles while his buttocks were administered with 39 lashes, the same number Jesus endured. He had to say "I am a sinner, I deserve this, Thank you Lord Jesus" after every strike on his flesh. All I could focus on was his exposed anus and his testicles and penis hanging down, all covered in light hair, such as I was sprouting at the time. I felt my own penis getting hard as I stared at my naked brothers private parts. But like I said, hormones drive teenage boys to take risks. I was 15 when I discovered I could sneak into my neighbor's garage while he was away at work and have a much more satisfying masturbation session that I could late at night in my room. Here, I had privacy and could strip naked and enjoy my body without fear of getting caught. Or so I thought. I had been enjoying Mr. Jackson's garage for several years, when one day there was a new development. I had snuck in as usual and started dropping my trousers when something caught my eye. On a shelf were some magazines. And not just any magazines, they were sex magazines. GAY sex magazines! Even more sinful than unmarried men and women! My blood ran cold knowing the devil was tempting me beyond my youthful masturbation, but I couldn't look away. I was transfixed at the images. I had of course heard of the evils of homosexual sex, but had never seen it. And here it was staring me in the face. And my penis had never been harder! I had barely touched myself when I ejaculated a mighty load all over Mr. Jackson's magazines and garage floor. I panicked at the thought of leaving evidence of my tresspassing and frantically licked my sperm off the magazines as best I could before replacing them as I found them. I pulled up my trousers and quickly went home, forgetting about what I left on the floor. A couple of days later, I returned to find the magazines again. This time I looked through more of them as I delicately stroked my penis until I orgasmed into my hand and cleaned up the evidence. I was hooked. The devil had his claws in me, and that night I prayed and prayed to God to save my soul. But I was too far gone with my interest in those magazines. Several weeks went by, with me there almost every day, falling deeper into the devil's trap. Then it happened. I was laying naked on Mr. Jackson's garage floor, stroking my penis, and I heard it. The door to the house opened and there I was, caught red handed. I didn't realize Mr. Jackson was home that day and I was caught hook, line, and sinker. I froze in terror, unable to move. Mr. Jackson just looked down at my naked body and smiled an evil smile. "Well, well, well," he snickered. "So it's you Jacob. I was wondering which boy had been sneaking over here. Looks like I caught me a tresspasser." As he said this he aimed his phone at me and snapped a couple pictures. "How old are you now boy?" he asked me. "18 now Sir." I was barely able to get out. "Perfect." he said as he snapped another picture. "Now what would your parents say if I told them about this and showed them these pictures?" "Please Sir!" I begged, tears running down my face. "Please don't tell them. I will be condemned." "You already are boy. Your mine now." He laughed as he stared down at me. Mr. Jackson was an older black man, with a short greying beard and a bit of a pot belly. He started unbuttoning his pants as he said, "I know you're a faggot Jacob. I know you've been looking at those magazines as you jerk off. Well boy, now I own you, and if you want to keep this private, you'll do as I say!" With that he pulled out his big, black dick which was already rock hard. I knew what he wanted me to do. I had now seen dozens of pictures of men sucking each others penises. I was about to do the same. "Meet your new friend, Kahn." he said as he grabbed my hair and pulled me up. "Open up faggot!" My mouth spread apart as the tears ran down my face. Without ceremony he pushed his penis into my open mouth and started ramming it in and out. I struggled and gagged, choking on it as he held my hair, pulling my head back and forth, taking more pictures of my first oral sex. "Suck it you self righteous little whore. You're my whore now! God can't save you. You'll learn to worship and pray at your new god. You'll do anything I tell you, and learn to beg for it!" With that he started ejaculating down my throat, pumping his sperm down into my belly. When he was done he pushed me back down to the ground, smiling at my rock hard teen dick. "Jerk it boy!" He ordered me. I just grabbed it and started to shoot as soon as I had stroked it a couple of times. Mr. Jackson of course took more pictures as I shot all over myself. "Lick it up bitch!" He demanded. Then get dressed and get out. I'll be in contact." With that he went inside the house, leaving me naked and trembling at what had transpired. I knew I was now his property.

I had stayed up last chasing a load anyways as the night progressed into morning 2:20ish am it was clear it wasn’t happening I went to bed to catch some sleep before dropping my wife off to work at 630. I’m a wild land firefighter so I’m off until I get called so I have a bunch of free time to collect as many loads as I can usually but now with it being summer my kids are out of school and they’re older so it makes sneaking around much harder nowadays when they aren’t at school. I was horny and searching Grindr for any cock that was awake at the time and I found one I had fucked before not the best fuck but I knew he’d come through. I made some excuse for the kids to be in the room with the doors closed and I snuck him in where he immediately threw me down on the bed no spit no ass eating lined up his cock and slammed it home the pain was almost unbearable but then he grabbed my long hair and if you know me once you do that I’m your bitch and you can use me however you like. A few more pumps he flips me over puts my legs over his shoulders and pisses deep in my guts with such force I thought it’d come out my mouth, the sensation of being flooded with hot warm piss made my cock jump and start cumming then exploded into a shower of my own piss all over the place. He fucked me for ten more minutes before he asked where I wanted his cum what a stupid question where it belongs in my cunt

It's been almost 4 years since I ended up in Toronto and although I've done well professionally, I was still not doing so well personally. Relationship wise, nothing remarkable had happened. I had a few relationships here and there but I found that I was not really ready to commit myself into a life of monogamy that includes mortgage and monotony. The guys were great but they were predictable. The last guy I was with, Devin, begged me to take him back after he caught me piston fucking someone from my running team on our sectional sofa, in the middle of the living room. We had only moved in for about 5 months and things were becoming stale. I thought that I could just not go through the talk and just show him how the effort I've put in our relationship has dissipated. Yet, he persisted on forgiving me and we've come to a sort of open agreement that he was quite happy with, even though I was getting around more often than him. Devin is a shorter than me at 5'8, I'm 5'11. I turned 31 last month and Devin, though smaller than me is 33. He's built stocky and evidently, spends more time at the gym in sculpting his physique. Naturally, I'm blessed with a swimmers figure and try to run when I can. Devin's conservative Vietnamese upbringing had always fascinated me, but it grew him out to be sort of prudish, believing in a very heteronormative way of life. Him suggesting for us to be polyamorous rather than straight separation was better than his greatest fear of being alone. I could only do my best. It is also quite obvious at this point that I was always the top since Devin's glutes were made of gold. He could mount me and make me cum quicker than most guys I've fucked. I was lucky to have a piece of ass like Devin, but there were times where I too wish to get plowed by a good old fashion cock like I could when I first came out of the closet. When Devin said that we could bring other guys over, the smirk I gave him was probably the most authentic emotion I've expressed to him in a while. "Even if he tops me?" Devin stared momentarily and nodded. "Only if you do it in the other room" I've only gotten fucked twice since I started seeing Devin. Sadly, it was the same guy from work who now had changed cities. He was also on the downlow with a fiancée back in his home town. It had been almost 9 months since. When I started to explore my sexuality, I've always seen myself as a total top, but the first time I bottomed, I knew it had to be cherished for a few people. The man who impaled me for the first time was a T.A. I had back in Queens, Rostam if I remembered correctly. A doctorate student from Iran. His juggernaut sort of arms held my broad chest from behind in an inescapable lock, penetrating himself into me in a rhythm that we both danced to. I still remember how massive his girth had expanded my hole into another dimension. I could only push myself back against him as it was impossible to move any further. With his other arm, he held my waist to guide me in following his pace. It was one of the longest fuck I've had, and the most memorable. I was lucky that my first time bottoming was fucking incredible. Not only that, It was also the first time I came without touching my own cock once, as his careful gyration was also making orgasm gliding up and down and finally, to the point of no return. I can still remember his pants and heavy breathing close to me, as he rested his chin on the right side of my shoulder, grazing it with his smooth facial hair. I felt him caressing my ears, teasing me with small bites at the lobes, whispering how great I felt and how he was going to come inside me with his warm load. I had no fear of being bred, even if I wasn't on prep. The moment he had reached climax with his final exhalation, I too froze with him in that moment and noticed how my cock had been leaking before ejaculating slowly. Though I hadn't come much, the orgasm I felt was once in a lifetime. Since then, I prefer to top rather than bottom but when the opportunity arises, you bet I'm going to take a cock like a good boy. Only if the guy was a fraction of how Rostam was. The DL coworker I had was well endowed, though far from what I desired. The weather was getting warmer and it seemed that we were now in Spring. It was Friday night and Devin had plans to go to the bar with some people from spin class. I brushed by him quickly before he left to tell him that I might have someone over. He only pecked me on the cheek and wished me a good evening. We could've argued and I sensed it in him, but I'm sure we both don't wanna waste any time. 15 minutes to 9 PM and I open the apps for the first time that day. Devin had left around 8 and if I plan it properly, I could be done by 12, or earlier and minimize any potential guilt that would happen if Devin sees me with someone else. The grid was messy as always, littered with ads. They get worse with each update and yet I come back. 10 minutes after I reached my scrolling limit and hopelessly put my phone away, I got a tap notification from an profile with only a pic of his torso, wearing leather harness, framing his chest with tits, both pierced. Age, 52. Name: Ludvig. In normal circumstances, I'd be picky, and go for guys around my age, but I was already exhausting myself with second thoughts and was feeling adventurous, assured in taking the plunge like I had before, especially when I found myself reminiscing the good fuck I had in my youth. I began the conversation with a "Hi, how's it going?" "Not bad, just looking for company tonight. You have nice eyes." "Thanks, do you have any photos yourself?" Immediately I received 5 photos. The first was him in leather chaps, probably the full photo of his prof pic, with his head now shown. He was tall, almost 6'2 and was slender. Buzzed clean cut with a sharp widows peak. At the centre, a septum piercing. Eyes were hollow, with dark iris and despite his weary figure, his lower body was lean and he remained muscular above, especially at the arms. The next photo was similar, but arms now crossed and showed volume. His expression was also more sinister, naughty maybe. His smile was seductive yet eery. I'd be lying if I say I wasn't turned on. Strange given that my preferences usually don't align with the likes of this man. The third was him lying on his bed, nude and legs apart. He had a serpent for a dick. It was thick and was comparable to my own palm. I couldn't imagine gripping it. There was even a can of lager on the side of his thigh for comparison sakes. The icing on the cake was the bright golden P.A. at the tip of his member, curved and shiny thanks to the reflection of the flash. He was leaning against a bed frame, in a nonchalant manner while maintaining his gaze to the camera. His mysterious expression seemed to brought out a sort of force which compelled me to desire him. The fourth picture was him in a leather jockstrap, with only his back shown. A scorpion tattoo centred right below his neck, with both claws spreading on his lats. The tail, trailed down to his spine, ending with its sting pointed before touching the waist. Above the head of the scorpion, the numbers 1996, arched in gothic style. Physically, his back was more defined and sculpted than his front. He had a similar kind of V frame as me though his massive arms had also balanced his torso symmetrically, giving the tattoo a perfect fit. His ass was firm, and resembled solid buns with little fat and thorough edges, just like the other parts of his body that was thin and weary. Perhaps it was the effect of age and my lack of experience with elder men that lead me to these observations that might seem shallow, though I was not discouraged in the slightest. The fifth, which I assumed was his way of saving the best for last, was not a photo of a video compilation of him, fucking a few guys, probably 8 clips in total, all ranging in shape, size but similar in my age. The duration was almost 18 minutes. I felt as if skipping them was a disservice. In each subsequent clips, all of the bottoms shared a look of ecstasy and submission that he was verbally instructing them to follow. He was not just commanding, but encouraging the bottoms on how to accommodate him. Clearly, his size tested some of their patience but his manner of speaking was gentle and careful but also at times strict if they flinch. They were like animals that only he could tame. Some of the guys were also spanked and whipped, much to their approval if they attempted to escape his grip. Each guy, Ludvig rode had rode with their full willing submission. In the clips, each of them begged for his load, even the ones who taking it with pain and each time before he came, right at the peak of his final thrust, he would never fail to ask the bottom if they're ready for his special gift. None denied or tried to move. They all accepted and slammed themselves into him while he tightly lock himself on them, ensuring that not a drop is wasted. When Ludvig pulled out, after momentarily resting himself in them until he turns flaccid, the camera would pan to their back, legs now spread tilted up to show the loads that would ooze out the his load. It was always full, never missing in its trail across their scrotum till it reaches their tight balls, dripping from above and onto the sheets without fail. If Ludvig was generous, he would scoop the load and feed the bottom. Only in one clip did he felch a bottom out, holding his head with both his hands after, nodding him to open his mouth and telling him how good he was before releasing the load drop from his mouth and onto the other. String of cum in weblike fashion would be seen as they make out. Why was I turned on from seeing such filth? Secretly, I envied watching how satisfied the bottoms were. Even after getting bred, they were still in lust, begging him for more, only for him to pat their face saying soon, boy, soon and how they'll all be part of the family if they want more. They all had the same expression, eyes dilated, agreeing without a thought and filled with a carnal craving that was slowly forming inside me. I replied "Wow, hot pics. Got me really horny tbh." "I'm sure it did. You have that look." "What kind?" "The one that is desperately craving for a cock like mine" I had to take a moment to think of a reply. I really felt flushed and collected myself before sharing my location. "How soon can you be here?" "Give me 30." While I waited, I realized how I couldn't recall the last time I felt this excited and nervous in hooking up with someone. Even the first fucks I've done behind Devin's back, I felt little remorse or shame. Perhaps because he was coming over, but I've had my string of guys here before. Perhaps it was also the first time I was going to bottom in years, and that the excitement could be from the guys getting fucked by him before. It was my turn to be one of them whispered my thoughts intrusively. I had no desire to wear a jock, just a pair of briefs. The balcony door was slightly ajar, letting the daft in. I found a bottle of poppers in Devin's side of the cabinet. All kinds of brands but same effect nonetheless. Surprisingly, I douched easily with close to no waste. It was a sign that my body had been ready before I was mentally. I tidied the guest room and took out some towels. The poppers were placed at the side table and I took a glance at myself in the mirror, wondering how this night will be with me on the receiving end. My ass is nothing compared toDevin, but it was peachy enough. Bigger than most twinks and barely sagged like most dudes. I then lied on the bed and tried to position myself in different ways, figuring out which would make me feel the most comfortable though I knew deep down that it wouldn't be my decision to make on how I would lay. I even tried to arch my legs up, lifting my ass like the guys Ludvig had fuck did, fantasizing how that would be me in a few hours. A notification popped out from my phone. One text from Ludvig. "Are you open to partying?" "Depends. What kind?" "T." "Never tried it. I don't smoke though" "You don't need to." "Sure" I've heard of T but I never gave much thought of it. From what I've seen they're those who are functional and those who ruin their lives when it comes to crystal meth. The substances I've done in the past, illicit or not can look like a grocery list, but for what it's worth, I never found myself succumbing into dependence and total depravation. Plus, excluding anything that requires smoking has probably kept me safe from many. Snorting, on the other hand makes my nose bleed which I find to be not worth it. Within minutes of replying, I heard the intercom. I buzzed him in from my phone and took out a few cans of beer. When I heard the knock on the door, I gulped and made my way. Each step I made to the door felt long, and it's as if time halted because my thoughts were now racing more than before, in a mixture of lust, desire and admittedly, fear of who I'm about to let in. It's the plunge, I keep reminding myself. The lock turned anticlockwise and I pulled the handle to open and face Ludvig. His photos did no justice in showing how tall he was as I felt a shadow swept cased on me when the door opened. I looked up to his gaze, the same sinister gaze which I now can see being naughty too. He smirked and said Hello, nice to meet you Andy. He put his hands on my shoulder we embraced in a sort of hug. I had not expected it. It was electrifying to say the last. Feeling the rub of his body against mine while he was clothed and me only in a robe. I asked him if he'd like any drinks and asked for Gatorade. I never drink it, but I knew Devin always has them. We made our way directly to the guest room where the TV was showing a sort of screen saver and the only source of light was a bed lamp that sat next to the bottle of poppers. We sat on the bed and funnily enough, there was an awkward silence as my excitement had also froze me from behaving normally. "I feel like you don't do this often, do you Andy?" "No, it's been a while. I mean, fucking other guys is fine but it's been so long since I bottomed" "Really? Why's that?" With little thought, I blurted how the first time Rostam fucked me made me avoid bottoming and how I'd only do it if I could experience it the same way. How being with Devin also was a factor and how watching the videos brought out a primal urge that I never thought I had. It's as if I started to feel something again in terms of my libido, like it has been resurrected since Ludvig texted me even though it hasn't even been a day. I rambled like a gun was placed on my head. Ludvig nodded and understood, absorbing my confession and holding my shoulder, before pecking me and telling me how we could start slow and see what I like and what I don't like. I threw the robe I wore across the room and Ludvig took of his jumper, now in his tanktop and black jeans. He then paused to grab his bag to search for somethings. "Your briefs look good but I'd like to see you in this" In his hand was a pair of white jocks that seemed used, a bit grey now with its texture hard as if something had dried on it. The band was barely elastic but it was still in good shape. "I always fuck my boys in this. Makes them feel special." I had no hesitation and stripped accordingly. Pulling it up, it also felt a bit moist, though the band secured my waist perfectly and in the mirror, my ass looked better than with the briefs. On closer inspection, I noticed there was also some dyed out writings done in black market, something I couldn't make out. Ludvig was now impressed and pulled me into him, arms engulfing me as we continued to kiss and play with our tongues. I was never this experimental in my foreplay, but Ludvig had me take his spit and lick his armpits, acts I've never done before which I did with no qualms. For some reason, it felt natural for me to listen to him. He too returned the favour and sniffed my pits, devouring it before reaching for my lips to turn my tongue inside out again. "Do you have the gatorade?" I passed him a bottle and he unscrew the cap, pouring a small vial of a colourless liquid. He took a sip before telling me to gulp it all. I knew I had been compelled the moment I looked up at him. The foreplay we began with came to a halt when Ludvig unbuckled his belt and instructed me to turn on my back. He pulled his jeans off and naturally, he was in commando. With only a metal cock ring in place, I finally saw what I craved for. It was perfect and still flaccid. Thick and uncut. His balls too were massive and freely hanging off, whispering me to throw myself into it. The P.A. too was there, now studded in silver. In an instance, Ludvig grabbed my limbs and used the belt to tie me up. "This won't take long, Andy, trust me." I now faced the ceiling with my arms and feet held right above my stomach. In my attempt to show my obedience, I barely moved and remained still. Another vial, bigger than before was now in Ludvig's hand and I felt my hole being touched. How it has been too long to have it played. Tenderly, Ludvig brushed with his thumb and teased it in by pushing in, but never fully. I released my first moans of the night, repeatedly saying woah and dude in intervals. Suddenly, I felt a sharp slap, causing me to yelp. The slap had reached most of the nerves around my hole. "I'm not a dude, Andy. I'm Sir Ludvig. You are only allowed to call me by my name or title, is that clear?" "Yes, Sir." The moment I felt those fingers again, I had forgotten that I had felt any pain. Still tied, I could only look above and caught a glimpse of Ludvig standing, preparing the vial carefully. "This might sting, but I promise you it's worth it. Bottoms up, Andy." Ludvig dived into my hole, rimming me for a split second to further tease me before inserting his index fingers and pushing my sphincter apart. He did it quick and rough, scratching my insides a little. The liquid from the vial poured into my hole and what felt cold at first, became prickly and warm before settling in me. The belt was pulled off from me and was now hooked onto my neck like a collar. Ludvig pulled my head to his crotch, burying me in the bushy, warm cock that will soon be in me. I gave my best in sucking his cock. I caressed his balls and worshipped it. Ludvig was a grower, not a shower as I didn't expect how big he would be as he got hard. At each stroke I try to take, I had to put in more effort. I could sense the girth challenging my throat. Ludvig never stopped to tell me how good I was and how consistent I've been. "You've a strong will power, don't you know that boy? Not that often I find boys like you going in for the kill" I could only nod as I did not want to risk my focus on having his cock. Ludvig was also right, I managed to fully take him in my throat, as painful as it was and even if I was on the verge of tears. I did it. Ludvig pulled out of me fast, instantly relieving myself. I caught my breathe and held it. A strange new sensation now came up on me. Holding his cock, I look up to Ludvig, who was now grinning more than before. A look of accomplishment I could see in him. "You're feeling it now, Andy. Don't worry, let it in." I wasn't sure what he meant but I knew I was feeling better. Euphoric, even. As if I hadn't felt any sort o pain in the past hour. My body felt as if it was hit by a wave of pleasure that didn't seem to stop any soon. When I look at Ludvig, I felt different than before. It's as if I am now at his disposal and that my only purpose is to satisfy him. My ass was also tingling and in need of a cock, Ludvig if anything. My wants now became needs that had to be immediately satisfied. Any sort of stimulation could do. I stopped thinking straight and was now behaving in a way where my desires were now paramount. The primal urge to be fucked was now palpable in me. I grabbed Ludwig after giving his cock another lick and when I looked at him in the eyes, asking him when he'll be in me because my hole was now in frenzy. He laughed and kissed me, telling me soon boy soon. "Now lie on your back again" I obliged and was tied again. Not as tight as before, my legs were spread wide, hindering any kind of movement that would allow me to close. I could feel my hole exposed in the air and I heard the sound of a camera shutter coming from Ludvig's hand. "Very nice, Andy. Memories we can look back. Your first time and hopefully, your first of many...." I could only smile as my emotions were now at an all time high. Beads of sweat formed on my temples, dropping across my face. I tasted one of its salty drop running by my lip. My armpit was also perspiring. Ludvig didn't lose a chance to sniff into it while he was examining me. The sensation I feel going through my body didn't once change and my purpose at that moment was to satisfy him and only him. The phone was now mounted onto a tripod diagonally from the bed. Now behind me, Ludvig took a while to observe me, drenching now in silence. "You are very obedient, aren't you Andy? You don't make much noise. I'm very much impressed. Quiet and full of dark desires. What do you want now, Andy?" "I want you to fuck me Sir, please. I don't know why but I know I just need it. Give me your cock, cum in my mouth or ass I don't know." I now know that I had been spun in that moment. Did I have any regrets in what I said? Not even once. "Ah but I do have to say that you can be quite impatient. You crave for my load in you? It's very potent if you must know.." "I don't care. Fuck. I know you're poz. Do it. Poz me. Give me your strain" I knew this was going to happen. The minute I saw the third pic I knew I wanted it. I just needed that push from Sir to admit it. "Well well well, how forward of you. Now that makes it easy, doesn't it? No hints or whatsoever, just verbal communication" "Yes, Sir, please, I've said what I wanted, just do it. Woah, haha" Another wave of pure pleasure hit me again, I couldn't stop saying woah in my breathes, feeling more elated than before. "You've reached another level now, Andy. I think it's time." Without any warning, I felt the sharp beard diving into my hole. I ascended into heaven when the rimming started. Ludvig's stubble now amplifying the nerve around my hole. I felt his tongue pushing in and out of me. His spit was the only lubricant that was needed. He took his time and I was able to control my breaths and notice how spun I was. For a good 10 minutes, my pants was complimented by the sound of my hole being slurped. "Relax now, don't be to stiff" My limbs were positioned to the bed's edges and I could only look straight. Ludvig placed himself on top of me and brushed his hands on my back, pressing it before coming down close to my ear. His head was now right behind mine and he was squeezing both my arms that were hooked. I was immobile. He too was sweating and I felt his warmth while he was close to me. "You know Andy, I have a feeling we're going to see each other quite often, don't you think so?" "Yes, Sir, I'd want that." "Your desire, to have a part of me, well I don't think we can achieve that tonight, but we can start somewhere. You want to join the family?" "Fuck yes, Sir." "Man you really are eager. Don't worry boy, we'll welcome you with open arms. You don't know how luck you are to get a strain like mine." "A strain from 1996?" I was still breathing heavily, full on sweat, feeling Ludvig's weight on me, skin to skin. "Damn fucking right it is. You'll promise me that you're going to cherish it won't you? Only poz those that want it? Keep it exclusive. We're only 7 left today." "I'll be the eighth, Sir?" "That's right, lucky number 8. Youngest one too. You'll fit right in with the rest." "Thank you Sir, I appreciate it." "No no boy, thank you." Ludvig lifted himself up and started to rim me again. This time, there were more fingers. Before I even knew it, I felt the cold metal P.A. resting on my hole. "Ready for my poz load, Andy?" "Oh fuck yes Sir, poz me please." The first thrust was smooth and swift. My eyes popped and another wave of ecstasy ignited in me. Ludvig only mustered a satisfying "Oh!" before finding his bearing and perfecting his pace. Each stroke felt as if the right notes were played in working my orgasm. The pleasure was still, never any higher or lower. It was exceptionally better than the first fuck I had with Rostam. The rush of adrenaline I experienced had changed everything. For almost an hour I surrendered my ass to Ludvig. Every 10-15 minutes, I could tell he was close to coming, but he would restrain himself and gripped down onto me, killing the plateau. I didn't realize how much precum he had released into me until I felt the warmth of it, leaking like water. Feeling his precum made me more impatient for him to breed me. I needed the thick gooey poz load in my guts, asap. I was determined. I attempted to rock my ass upward for Ludvig and move my legs in a similar style I would when I swam. This impressed Ludvig who was now catching up with my pace. We were in sync in the heat. His body against mine was spectacular. Soon, my efforts weren't in vain as I felt Ludvig now repositioning himself to further go deeper in me. I easily took it and continued to rock my hips upward. I felt his arms now gripping my waist, trying to control me from pushing him further. With his other arm, he gripped my head and whispered. "Wow, you're a fucking champ huh? Soon boy soon we're almost there" I only replied with Yeah yeah yeah before dropping myself back on the mattress and putting my thrust to a stop. Ludvig continued. "What do you want again boy?" "Your poz load Sir" "Are you sure boy, you want this gift?" "Yes Sir" And with that, Ludvig's heavy breathing turned into a deep moan which sent me in overdrive. Although I did not ejaculate, I felt the climax. I felt my insides being coated by each rope of load that Ludvig released into me. Viral loads that could seal my fate like him. Another moan came out from him and by now he was resting himself on me, holding me tightly like he had with the other boys. His warm load in me felt fucking amazing. If I could live in that moment forever, I would. Feeling him on top, right behind me as I remained tied was my way of serving him, satisfying him. I hope I had that night. Soon, I could feel how full I was when Ludvig was exiting. My ass was a jug that could barely hold the volume of load that Ludvig had deposited. Ludvig climbed off from the bed, and searched in his bag for a plug. It popped with close to no resistance. I now lie on the bed, still spread. Ludvig dried himself with the towel and unhooked me, then pecking me to tell me how good I was. I just nodded and my eyes remained dilated. It was 11.15 and I still felt like I wasn't done yet. "You want more, do you?" Ludvig asked me in a cheeky way, as if he still has more to offer. "Yeah, but my boyfriend's coming home soon." "Why not ask him to join us? I can call some friends and who knows, make this into a party" "He's not the kind. But give me some time and I'm sure I can convince him" "Hmhmmm. Whatever you say, boy. Don't let someone stop you from pursuing what you truly want" I moved forward to kiss Ludvig and before you know it, we were making out. "Slowly, this time, shall we? More tender.." Hearing him say that convinced me that I'm set to be poz for him. I tried to control myself from spinning and allowed myself to let him take over me. We were now more mindful and no longer filled with haste. We caressed and I reached out to his pierced nipples, nibbling on them before turning my head up to reach for his kiss. I now lie on my back, legs spread for him. He cupped my ass, cradling it by placing a pillow below to pull the plug out. I had absorbed most of his load though the plug was moist, and automatically, Ludvig cleaned it with his tongue and came up to me for a kiss. Face to face now, I lifted my legs to rest on his shoulder. His heavy arms cushioned my calfs. We were both still heated, sweating less than before but never missing that moist sensation when our skin was in contact. This time, we both made no noise. Ludvig hoisted me at an angle he preferred, and for the second time, he fucked me with a different kind of passion. Being able to see him thrusting himself into me was beautiful. He looked me in the eyes with every push he gave. I steadily held onto him, repositioning myself at times. The first load was still leaking but we didn't care. As Ludvig was about to come for the second time, he told me how his VL isn't that high. He told me how he really wants me to meet the other guys and that I could have an official conversion. I could only look up to him and nod, knowing he understood I was willing. In his final thrusts, I heard the sound of the main door being unlocked. I didn't care if Devin walks in. Hell, I had zero shame if anyone else saw me right there. As Ludvig reached his climax, I caught Devin taking a peak through the door. We made eye contact. He looked as me as if he didn't recognize me. In an instant, he was gone. I felt the jets of Ludvig's load in me again and I loudly exclaimed my gratitude, hoping Devin would hear. "Thank you Sir for giving me your poz loads" "Anytime boy, anytime." I looked at myself now in the mirror, still in the used jock that Ludvig brought. Tonight, I've contributed a part of me into this jock and it too has served me its purpose. The bedsheets were drenched all kinds of fluids. Slowly, I could tell that I was coming down from the high. It was almost 2 and Ludvig had to go. There was a cumdump not too far taking loads all night. "That could be you, if you're part of our family. Look at this" He showed me the published ad, some boy in his late 20s, white probably, in a black jock and a baseball cap. The truckers would probably go to town with boys like that. It was quite tempting to imagine myself like that. I could, but I knew it had to be on my own terms. After Ludvig left, I cleaned as much as I could and spent the rest of the night watching porn, with little success in getting hard. I didn't care at that point. The fact that I got what I wanted was all that matters.

Part 1: “So… fancy a fuck?” I almost dropped my scotch on myself. “Excuse me…?” The young man sitting next to me at the hotel bar gave me a little smile. It was a gorgeous smile and he knew it. The long bangs of his black hair partially covered his green eyes. “Why sit alone in a hotel bar? I can think of better ways to spend an evening.” Perhaps I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me back up a bit. I travel a lot for work and this trip had taken me to Birmingham, England, which is only about 70 miles south of Manchester, where my husband and I live, but as there are very few straight roads in England, it is almost an 85 mile drive, which, in bad traffic on the M6, can result in a two or three hour drive. So I was staying in a hotel in the city centre, (downtown to my American friends), of Birmingham for a couple nights. I had dropped my jacket off in the room but hadn’t even taken off my tie before heading to the hotel bar. The bar was fairly empty and the staff were busy playing on their cell phones when they weren’t getting a drink for someone. I had already downed a couple scotches in maybe 40 minutes when the young man had sat next to me, introduced himself as Jordan, and struck up a conversation. He wasn’t quite a twink… he was masculine with a firm body suggesting he spent a generous amount of time working out… but he was young. I guessed 22 maybe 24, (roughly half of my 42 years), and dressed smart but casual in an untucked black button up shirt and black jeans. I do work out and keep myself fit. My blonde hair, kept short to project a conservative image at work, and blue eyes are clear indications of my family’s Nordic background although we’ve lived in the UK for generations. I guess I look good for my age. I could probably pass for 38 or so (yeah, I moisturize <lol>) but I’m definitely not used to younger guys coming up to me in bars. I told him my name, Eric, but I didn’t think much of it. Just another guy in a hotel bar passing the time. But as we chatted, Jordan slowly moved closer until his leg was against mine. I’m married… happily so. Well, more or less happily. I mean… you know… I love my husband. Brian and I met five years ago and quickly became best friends. Six months later, we took a holiday together and our relationship bloomed into something more. We have been together - and monogamous - ever since. I’m not saying the spark has gone out but we don’t have sex that often any more. And when we do, I always end up on top despite my having been more of a bottom before. If I was being honest, I would admit that we have settled down into a very quiet existence… and by quiet I mean mundane, routine, and - yes - boring. When Jordan put his hand on my knee, though, I didn’t pull away. He was gorgeous and we were just talking. No harm right? He bought us both a drink. A bit later I bought the next round… after all, fair is fair. I can’t hold my liquor like I did when I was younger so I was pretty relaxed by this point. He got me talking about my life. Jordan was so friendly and such a good listener I found myself telling him about my husband, about our life together, about where we lived, about where I worked. On and on. And all this time, his hand gently rubbed my thigh… working closer and closer to my crotch. It felt so nice, I didn’t stop him, even as I hoped he wouldn’t notice I had gotten hard. 
When his hand rested on my crotch, though, he didn’t seem surprised at all. He rubbed me gently and I moaned in spite of myself. I had to stop this, it was getting out of hand. I picked up glass to take a sip… and that was when he asked me that question: “So… fancy a fuck?” His hand rubbing my cock gently through my trousers. His beautiful face close enough that I could feel his breath on my cheek. His body so close and firm. And the warm glow of alcohol in my veins. In that moment, my husband felt so far away and the idea of going back to my room alone felt so cold. “Excuse me?" “Why sit alone in a hotel bar? I can think of better ways to spend an evening.” My mouth was dry. I couldn’t form any words. So I just nodded. “Good.” Jordan smiled and I swear I felt flutters in my stomach. He stood and waited for me to do the same. I was surprised to realise he was so much taller than me… at least 6-2 to my 5 foot 10. I staggered a bit as I slipped of the stool but Justin caught me. I honestly hadn't realised I was so drunk. “Let’s get you back upstairs, Eric,” he said once I had my balance, slipping his arm around me possessively, his hand resting on my ass, and guided me to the lobby. I may have heard a snigger from the bar staff but couldn’t be bothered to pay attention. Jordan’s quiet self-assurance was even more arousing than his hand had been on my dick. I could have melted into him right there as we crossed the lobby. Within minutes we were entering my room, and no sooner had the door closed when he bent forward and kissed me. Passionately. Arousingly. His tongue slipped between my lips. The first kiss from someone other than my husband in years. His hands slid down my back and brushed my ass. My body trembled. He took my right hand and pulled it to his crotch. I could feel his hard dick straining inside his jeans. My fingers traced what was obviously a very big dick. “That’s for you tonight, baby,” he said, adding "I'm gonna give you all of it.” I moaned into our kiss. “You want that don’t you? You want that cock? Tell me you want it.” “Yeah… please.” I managed to whisper. “Fuck yeah. Nine inches, all for you tonight.” He broke off the kiss, steering me over to the king size bed and had me sit on the edge. He slipped my tie off then began unbuttoning my shirt, casually tossing both aside. I tried to unbutton his shirt off but he slapped my hands away. He pulled my shoes off and then my socks. “Stand up.” I stood and his hands unfastened my belt and then slipped my slacks down to the floor. I stood before him in just my pants (my underwear to my American friends). I keep my chest trimmed but not shaved and, as I mentioned before, I do try to stay fit. Jordan stepped back and looked me over appreciatively. “Not bad. Not bad at all.” His fingers caressed my nipples then trailed down my chest, brushing my dick - still hard and straining in my white briefs, a wet spot growing on the front where my precum was seeping through the material - then reaching back around and sliding inside the waist band and caressing my ass. I felt myself melt into his chest. “Yeah… that’s what you like, isn’t it? You like having that ass played with.” “Uh huh.” I said drunkenly. I felt him pull my briefs down and they slid to the floor with my slacks, my dick bouncing up as it was freed. I was completely naked and Jordan completely dressed. He kicked my clothes away and pulled me tight against him. His hands groped my ass and his fingers teased my crack as his tongue found its way back into my mouth. His fingers were circling my hole. “Fuck you are tight. How long has it been since you got fucked?” 
“Over four and a half years.” I whispered. “Shit. Don’t worry… we’ll take care of that tonight.” His finger pressed against the hole and pushed. My ass opened and allowed his digit to slide in. “Oh yeah… you know what you want, don’t you?” He was so fucking sexy, so self-assured, and I really did want to get fucked. I surrendered myself to him… to this twenty something stud. “Yes. Please fuck me. I want you inside me.” His hands were on my shoulders, pushing me down. I dropped to my knees in front of him. He unzipped his jeans and fished that long dick out without unbuttoning his jeans. I had no doubt that it was every bit of 9 inches as he had said and very thick. “Why don’t you get a closer look first?” His hand on the back of my head pulled me towards that hard shaft. I opened my mouth and he slipped past my lips. The first cock, other than my husband’s, to fill my mouth in years. Jordan’s cock was an entirely different experience. Brian has a great cock, but this monster put him to shame. Jordan’s hot young body was firmer than Brian’s. He smelt different and tasted different. It was so intoxicating. His cock slid in and out of my mouth, drifting deeper, and he eased into my throat. “That’s it.” He cooed above me. “You are such a good cocksucker.” I couldn’t talk with my mouth and throat filled with his meat, of course, but a low moan escaped from deep inside me. His thrusts were rougher now. He was using my mouth, not allowing me to suck or control the blow job. “You look amazing with that cock sliding in and out of your mouth.” I heard a click and glanced up to see him holding a mobile phone above me, snapping pictures of my his cock sliding into my mouth. Oh fuck.. some part of my deep inside knew this wasn’t good but I was too caught up to stop him. So he just kept fucking my face for several more minutes. I could taste his pre-cum coating my tongue and mouth. Finally though, he slipped out and took a step back. “Why don’t you get on all fours on the bed? Let me get a good look at that ass.” I scrambled off my knees and climbed on the bed. Facing the wall and presenting my ass to him. I felt his breath on my butt. His hands parted my ass cheeks. And then his lips and tongue were on my hole. He was like a madman. Licking, slipping his tongue inside me, even little nibbles on the sensitive sphincter that made me jump. My ass was quickly dripping with his saliva. As he ate my ass, he guided me until I had turned to face the mirror over the desk with him behind me. I could see him, still dressed with his amazing hard cock sticking out of his fly, with his face buried in my hole. I was panting and starting to sweat when he stood up behind me. It was time. Jordan didn’t ask if I was ready. He didn’t whisper any sweet-nothings in my ear. There was no pretence of being gentle. He spit on my sphincter and on his cock. His cock was at my hole, his hands gripped my thighs and pulled me back slightly. His cock pushing forward, defeating my body’s natural resistance, forcing it’s way inside me, piercing my barrier. Monogamy forced aside by his big tool. It was painful, so painful, but I did not want him to stop. “Oh, god yes, fuck me. Please fuck me.” “You are so tight, baby.” He said. “But when I’m done you will be nice and stretched out.” He thrust hard into me again, as if to prove his point. Another inch slid inside me, then another, and another. He was relentless in driving deeper inside me. Merciless. And so very fucking fantastic. This twenty-something stud was fucking me, using me, tearing up my hole… and I liked it. I started at his reflection in the mirror, his body undulating behind me. Sensual. Confident. Determined. Gorgeous. He pulled his cock all the way out. My hole trembled and tried to close. But he slammed back into my hole and I was impaled again. I cried out. Again. And Again. Deeper each time. I watched in the mirror in front of me, seeing his whole body thrusting when he pumped inside me. He had his phone in his hand again, recording our fuck. Me on all fours, him behind me, pounding me. Alternating between close-ups of his dick in my hole and our reflection in the mirror: me on all fours facing the mirror, pounding me from behind. “Yeah.. you are loosening up for me, baby. Fuck… you are such a slut! You like this don’t you… you like it rough. Like me using your ass like a pussy?” “Oh Christ!” I moaned, words flowing out of my mouth without thought. “You feel so good in me. I’m your slut!” “Oh yeah, baby. I’m going to breed that hole really good. Gonna fill you up! Tell me how much you want that.” Breed? I’m no idiot. I know what the phrase means. My heart stopped in my chest as I realised there had been no discussion of condoms, of status. My head was swimming but felt an instinctive panic. I tried to pull away but his grip on my thighs held me tight. “Here is comes, bitch… I’m coming!!” And he was. I could feel that massive member swell inside me. His thrusts barely slowed. And volley after volley of seed fired inside me, filling me up with his dick slime. Finally his dick softened and slid from my ass. I could feel a trickle of his cum leak out and drip down the back of my balls. I could hear the camera clicking again. I was in shock… realisation about what i had done dawning on me. He had fucked me, without a condom, and come inside me. “That was hot…. you have a great ass.” Jordan told me. He was kissing me again. I still hadn’t come and I quickly realised he wasn’t done yet either. I didn’t protest as I felt his cock getting hard again. ** I woke up the next morning, my head feeling like it was about to explode (I really hate hangovers). Jordan was gone. He had shot a least two more loads up my ass before we fell asleep… him still fully dressed, me naked as the day I was born. Now, in the light of the morning, I thought about Brian - about how I had betrayed him - and I felt so ashamed. Jordan had left me a note telling me how much fun he had and hoped my business trip was a success. There was no number or last name on the note, so I assumed this was a one time thing. I can’t believe I was so wrong. 
 --- More to cum (so to speak). Plan is 1 chapter per day this week (plus epilogue).

Or message me with links to those nastiest, raunchiest vids! I’ve been watching a lot of ThisVid videos the last couple of days. If you enter “pozzing videos” into your google search engine a bunch of their vids pop up. I”ve found them a bit of a mixed lot though.

I love all types of physical foreplay, whether it’s sensual and erotic or an animalistic frenzy. But the pinnacle for me is eating ass! if I walk into a room and fund a hot man in a sling … let me kiss him. Let me suck his dick. Let me munch on his ass hole. Then stick my fat dick up his ass and have him give me his arm, asking for the point!

ummmm 🤔 YES. I always say ooops lol

I couldn't agree more! As a bottom it's this effort I find super hot with cumplay. All cumplay that happens free the top unloaded in me is super hot and fun. But the cumplay involving preparations, finding/saving used condoms, filling a jar, thawing it, etc. really elevates the sleazy fun to a new level. Knowing the top really is a horny pig, not only when having sex, but in daily life being able to prepare lite this. Woof!! I simply love it!!

Have a buddy staying wiith me in FlaTbush area, south of Prospect Park, hes a cumdump looking for as many loads as possible. DM for details. Pics avail on request.

You're right, of course. It's not up to any of us to judge each other. That said, I've seen the darkrooms cleared almost instantaneously when some guy hasn't fully prepared. Maybe we could agree that fucking in last night's dinner (or this morning's breakfast, depending) needs to be between guys that particularly enjoy / anticipate that kind of scene?

For the record - Caverjet and Trimix are two entirely different medications. Not being snotty here, I have had valid scripts for both. Since the dangers of misuse are enormous, the best bet is to have a valid script from a urologist. Not preaching here, but I have seen what the results can be when either drug is misused. Take as directed and make sure the script was written for YOU, not for someone else. Everyone's needs are different and the strength of the trimix in particular do vary based on the patient.

Studies have repeatedly shown that men who ejaculate at least once a day have a vastly reduced risk of prostrate cancer. A daily wank is good both physically and mentally.

On some Weds, there’s a NYC Sex party called dad/ son. My muscle dad btm friend, Jeff, got all douched & ready to go only to realize the party is next Wednesday. I invited him over for some 1/1. We usually play in a group so it’s nice to have some intimate time with him. Sucked, kissed, cuddled, listening to him whimper & moan as I probed deeper; I def took my time breeding that tight ass. Fell right to sleep afterwards. I woke up horny in the middle of the night & a fwb neighbor of mine was looking on sniffies. He came come over and I bred him around 1AM. Finally, I woke up this morn with a hard-on. Got drained by a third nearby fwb. On the way to work now with an empty nutsack & a big smile XD

My first post, got so turned on reading the comments here, not very experienced but so turned on by bb and want more. Last load was on the way home from work, I messaged a fuck buddy about how horny I was and needed to fuck. He messaged straight back saying his bf was still at work and to come over quickly, loaded his beautiful hole.

IMO, a person that takes loads from practically anyone. I dont think a cute guy taking loads selectively from other cute guys qualifies as a cum dump. A cum dump, to me, implies a sleazy pig. Of course there are limits to the people we all have sex with, but some people are so extra and way too picky but still call themselves a "cum dump" and it makes me sort of laugh on the inside.

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.

Nowhere near as many as I'd have liked.

1. Finding the Line Whenever we look back on that weekend, I’ve never been able to pinpoint exactly when we crossed the line. Jesse can never decide which chemical was one chemical too far. And I’m certain that even Reese couldn’t say where the point of no return was. But I can’t deny it - we definitely crossed the line. There was definitely one drug too far, and a lot more after that. And when all the white dust settled, there was definitely no returning to how things used to be. ~~~ The weekend started in typical style, on Friday night. Jesse and Reese were fighting again. Over what, I didn’t know, since I’d got home late enough to miss the shouting match that had no doubt happened earlier. No doubt one of them or the other had slept with the wrong person or wasn’t 100% sure if there had been a condom, and the other reacted as if he would never do something so heinous. Jesse and Reese were one of those typical gay couples; too slutty for monogamy, too jealous for polyamory. When I got home, I checked the trash for broken glass, but there was nothing. It probably didn’t get physical this time, at least. But I’d been living with them long enough to recognise the signs that they’d been fighting. If they were in good moods, Jesse would be singing along to awful music as he cooked, while Reese sat on the sofa, endlessly tuning his electric guitar, headphones on and Jesse’s music thoroughly drowned out. The apartment would be smelling of garlic and something burning, and I’d immediately lock myself up in my room and try to escape Jesse’s singing. That was no easy task. We lived in a tiny apartment in a run down area of New York. Just two bedrooms, both barely big enough for one person, let alone two, plus a cramped bathroom with perpetually grimy windows. Only the front room offered any real comfort, with just enough space for a big sofa and a desk, plus a tiny kitchen tucked away in one corner. But they definitely were not in good moods. The silence that greeted me when I arrived was enough to tell me that. As I passed Reese and Jesse’s room, I heard some rustling, then found Jesse on the sofa in the front room still in his work polo, but lacking pants, only wearing underwear. Pretending to play on his phone, he scrolled endlessly down some porn filled social media feed, no doubt. He smiled at me as I entered the room, and even winked at me. That only meant one thing - this time, it was Reese that had messed up, and Jesse was the offended party. Which meant Jesse and I would be fucking as soon as we were left alone. Maybe it makes me a shitty person, but Reese and Jesse’s relationship hitting the rocks was pretty much the best thing to happen to my sex life. Whenever one of them thought they were in the right, they would celebrate their victory by ‘secretly’ fucking about with me. Neither of them would ever involve me in one of their fights, but that didn’t mean I was a No Man’s Land. Quite the opposite - I was the trump card of their relationship. One could have as much sex with me as he liked, and the other would never raise an objection, since he was doing it too. It was far from the biggest issue in their relationship, and I was more than happy with the arrangement. Even before Reese came out of their room, I had a pretty good idea of what was happening. Seeing him in his black tracksuit with a duffel bag slung over one shoulder just confirmed it. He nodded to me when he saw me, and said “I’m gonna go see the folks.” This might have been true, but it was equally possible he was going to find some barely legal to split in two. I felt a pang of jealousy - Reese had the bigger dick, and Jesse would probably want to bottom, but beggars shouldn’t be choosers. “Cool.” Was my only reply as I powered up the playstation. We caught each others eye for a moment, and I could tell he was thinking something along the same lines as me. He smirked, before turning to the desk and picking up a few things he’d be needing. Yep, some young thing was about to get ruined. Another pang of jealousy. Jesse didn’t look up from his phone, and I loaded up some old first person shooter, more for the sake of creating some noise to fill the silence than any real desire to play a game. Reese filled up his bag, zipped it shut, and rattled his keys as he scooped them up from the desk. He turned to leave, and for a moment, I thought they weren’t even going to say bye. “See you on Sunday?” Jesse asked as Reese was about to leave. He paused in the doorway for a few seconds. “Yeah.” Jesse visibly unclenched. “See ya.” And nothing more was said. He continued walking, and I heard the sound of him pissing in the bathroom, then the opening and closing - not slamming - of the front door. Jesse and I looked at each other, and he smiled at me, sadly. ~~~ It wasn’t long before things got going. I’d played two very poor rounds of Domination while Jesse watched on, before he stood up and headed to his bedroom. “I guess he actually is going to his parents.” He said on his way back in. “He didn’t take this with him, at least.” He’d lost his shirt, wearing only his light blue briefs now, and carried in a plastic tub that I knew all too well. The weed box. Cool. It was going to be a silly night. No way Jesse would do anything but bottom when stoned, but at least it wasn’t going to be a quick, shameful fuck followed by him disappearing into his room for the rest of the weekend. We traded items - I took the weed box and Jesse took the controller. We were both awful at the game, but I could at least roll a joint. I didn’t even need to watch what I was doing as I prepared it. Jesse got shot down as I took some weed from the baggie, and again as I twisted the grinder. He managed to stay alive for a while while I filled the paper with slightly stale tobacco, mostly by not going anywhere near the parts of the map where the fighting actually happened. He managed to blow himself up on his own grenade while I prepared the roach, and by the time I was sealing the joint up, he’d already given up entirely. “It’s a stupid game.” He told me. I only raised an eyebrow in response, and lit the joint. I took a short drag to test it, then a much longer one once I was sure it wouldn’t make the lightweight Jesse white out, then passed it over, taking the controller back. He slid up next to me on the sofa and brought the joint up to his lips. We didn’t speak for a while, but I saw his hand shaking as he smoked, so I put my hand on his knee and gave it a little squeeze before my game started. He smiled at me again, happier this time, and rested his head on my shoulder and a hand on my thigh, watching me play. Every now and then, he’d take a drag, or bring the joint up to my lips so that I didn’t have to wait for breaks in the game. We burnt through the joint a lot faster than we should have, and my head was spinning. Every time Jesse’s hand returned to my thigh, it was a little closer to my cock, which was slowly swelling inside my jeans. The game ended and I rolled another joint and sat it to one side, not intending to have it straight away, but Jesse had other plans. He took up the joint and lit it, taking a long drag, but he didn’t exhale. Instead, he leaned in, pushed my shaggy brown hair out of my eyes, and brought his mouth to mine. If I were a smarter, less stoned man, everything that followed might have seemed obvious and avoidable, but I was taken by surprise. He exhaled the smoke into my mouth, and I breathed it into my lungs. I’d shotgunned before, but only with Reese, not Jesse. Jesse was never normally this forward, but I wasn’t about to start complaining. We broke apart so I could exhale, and he shifted position, straddling my lap. I took him by the hips, slipping my fingers under the fabric of his briefs, and pulling him into me. His dick was rock hard against my stomach, and he began grinding into me as our mouths found each other again. I brought one hand up to the back of his neck and held him in place, and shoved my tongue into his mouth, making out with him the way I knew he liked. Breaking the kiss apart again, I found the joint and took a long drag, bringing my spare hand to Jesse’s asscheek and squeezing it hard. He moaned. “You gonna fuck me real hard?” He asked. Before I answered, I brought his mouth to mine and exhaled, letting him breathe in my smoke, then we made out a little longer. “That depends.” I answered when we came up for air. “I think we’re out of lube. That gonna be a problem?” His only answer was to start moving off me. I grabbed his underwear with both hands, yanking them down away from him as he moved. His cock sprang out so hard that it flicked a little preum onto my arm. I took a look at him standing naked in front of me. His chest, stomach, and dick were all clean shaven - clearly Reese and Jesse had made plans for this weekend, before Reese’s indisgression. Of the three of us, Jesse’s dick was the smallest, but it was still a decent six inches (Reese was the biggest at seven and a half, and I was somewhere in the middle, though mine was thickest). A very physical job made his body thin but lean. His balls were big, tight, and looked about ready to burst, and he had a sweet round bubble butt that I was all too happy to have sat on my face for hours, on nights when Jesse had been feeling more dominant. Not much chance of that tonight though. Jesse dropped to his knees and buried his face in my crotch. I ran one hand through his sandy blonde hair and held him in place while I smoked with the other. My cock was straining to escape at least my jeans, but for the moment, I ignored it. Instead, I pulled my t-shirt off over my head, and Jesse’s hands instantly shot up and found my nipples. I moaned, and held his head tighter as I grinded my denim covered dick into Jesse’s mouth. Taking my hand off his head, I slipped it between us and began to unbuckle my belt. Jesse instantly took over, and in one smooth movement, my jeans, underwear, and even my socks were whipped off, and we were both completely naked. His mouth engulfed my cock, pausing just a moment to clean off the precum that had built up at the tip, then sliding all the way down till his nose nestled into my pubes. I usually kept things smooth down there, but it had been a while since I tidied up, so there was a thin layer of dark brown hair giving my pale skin some colour. Jesse had destroyed his gag reflex years before the first time I felt him around my cock, and could deepthroat so well, you could be forgiven for thinking he didn’t actually need to breathe, so long as he had a cock in his mouth. He worked his way up and down my 7 inches the way he knew I liked, bobbing up and down so I could feel the tip of my dick slipping in and out of his throat. One of his hands found my balls and squeezed gently. The other, to my surprise, went to my ass, fingers wiggling towards my hole. This wasn’t like him at all. I took another drag and moved so that he had easier access. Instantly, he stopped sucking my dick and moved down. I felt his wet lips against my hole, and he burrowed his tongue inside. “Holy fuck, Jesse!” I practically yelled, and my cock twitched so hard it looked like it bounced off my stomach before slapping back down with a sloppy noise. I felt his hands on my thighs, pushing them up, so I lifted my legs and held the backs of my knees to give him better access. I’d never known Jesse to do anything like this before, and if his tongue didn’t feel so damn good inside me, maybe I would have had sense enough to put a stop to things there. Instead, I just moaned, and swore under my breath. No longer needing to hold my legs, Jesse’s hand found my cock and started gently pumping it as he kept eating out my ass. His other hand ran up my stomach, back to my nipple. It was a stretch, but he was clearly determined to do as much as possible. Once he started tweaking me again, I was like putty in his hands. My ass was feeling slicker and slicker as he filled it with his spit. He played with my dick just gently enough to tease me and keep it twitching. “I thought I was fucking you?” I asked, breathlessly, then instantly regretted it as his tongue slipped out of my hole and his hands left my body. I looked at him - all around his mouth shone with spit and he grinned at me. Still on his knees in front of me, he leaned forwards and pressed his dick against my ass, making me gasp. His fingers found my nipples and started twisting them. “Oh, you will be.” He said, and even in my stoned haze, I could see something dangerous in the way that he smirked. “But… You wanna have some fun, first?” “Aren’t we having fun already?” I asked. “Something more fun than this.” He leaned forwards, making his cock press right up against my hole, and kissed me gently on the lips. I let go of my legs and wrapped them around him, holding him tight against me. “Something I’ve been wanting to try for a long time.” He kissed me again, and grinded his dick against me. “Something more fun than anything you’ve done with Reese.” I raised an eyebrow. Neither of them ever acknowledged what I did with the other. “But you have to promise you’ll give it a go before I tell you what it is, okay?” He kissed me a few more times. “Is it safe?” I asked, but he just smiled at me again, and bit his lip, waiting for my answer. There was something in his eyes. I didn’t know what it was, but it made my cock twitch almost as hard as his tongue had. “... Alright. I’ll give it a try. What is it?” A thought instantly occurred to me. “You’re not fisting me. Reese already tried it and it didn’t end well.” Jesse laughed, so hard that I could feel it shake through his body. Something about that laugh made me feel more sure of myself. “Well, that’s a shame.” He told me. “But that’s not actually what I had in mind. You definitely promise?” I nodded. “Pinky swear?” He held up his little finger, and we both laughed, before I sighed and linked my pinkie around his. “Awesome.” He leaned in and kissed me once more, slipping his tongue into my mouth for a moment, before he pulled away from me. He found the joint, stuck it in my mouth and relit it for me, then stood up and headed towards his room. “Stay there, I’ll be back.” I watched his sweet little bubblebutt bounce away and decided that I’d definitely be getting my tongue inside that before the night was through. I heard him digging about in his bedroom while I puffed on the joint. There wasn’t much of it left, and a part of me was aware that Jesse had barely touched this one, but that part got quieter with each passing minute. Finally, Jesse came back into the front room, though not before going into the bathroom. His dick bounced up and down as he strided back inside and went to the desk, gesturing me to come over. I stood next to him. On the desk, he placed a mirror - the one he used to make sure the back side of his hair was as flawlessly styled as the front. On the mirror, he placed several items. An old credit card with Reese’s name on it, a pack of normal sized rizzlers, an empty can of deodorant, a straw that had been cut up into smaller pieces, and a small plastic baggie filled with some sort of white powder. My brain didn’t register what I was seeing straight away. “Jesse, what is-” Jesse spun around and forced his mouth against mine, kissing me hard. One hand grabbed my dick and squeezed as he tugged at it, while the other went round to my ass, a finger finding my hole and pressing into it. I moaned into Jesse’s mouth, and brought both my hands around him to grab his perfect asscheeks. The same part of my brain that had tracked the amount I smoked was speaking up again. Drugs. And not just weed, proper bad drugs, like cocaine or something. But my cock was rock hard in Jesse’s hand, and his ass was warm and soft under mine. He broke the kiss. “Remember, you promised to try.” He said, and smirked that dangerous smirk again. I nodded my ascent. “Watch what I do.” He let go of me and turned around. I stood right behind him, pressing my dick into his ass, which he pushed gently into me. I rested my head on his shoulder and watched, as he placed the baggie in the center of the mirror. Rolling the deodorant can over it, he crushed whatever it was into an even finer powder, then placed the can to one side. He opened up the bag and brought it to his nose, sniffing as if it were a glass of wine. He passed it under my nose and, as I sniffed, pressed his ass even harder into my dick. The smell was weird, like nothing I’d encountered before. ‘Industrial chemical’ was the only term I could think to describe it, and that didn’t fill me with confidence. But right then, all I could think about was how good my cock felt between Jesse’s cheeks. It was about to feel a lot better. Jesse upended the baggie on the mirror, tipping out the powder into a little mound. He shook the baggie, making sure to get every speck out, then placed the empty bag next to the can. Next, he took the credit card and used it to separate out a small piece of the powder, dragging it closer to the edge of the mirror nearest us. There was a crunching sound as he pressed the card down against the little pile, crushing the largest bits that the can had missed, then he separated it out into two lines. Bucking his hips against me, he got me to move back a little as he leaned forwards, taking up a straw and bringing his face close to the mirror. It would have been so easy to slip my dick inside his hole right then and there, even without lube, but I resisted the temptation. I heard a sniff, then he shot back up to standing again, with a wordless yelp. Instantly, he spun round and we were kissing again. He held my dick in one hand while grinding against me, suddenly feeling like he was moving much faster. He moaned and kissed down my neck, before pulling away again. “Fuck, that feels wild.” He said, rubbing at his nose. He stepped away and nudged me towards the mirror, holding up the straw piece. “Your turn.” I took it from him, and felt him move so that our positions were reversed. Now his dick was pressing into my ass. I looked down at the white line on the mirror, then turned to look at Jesse. He just kissed me on the cheek then nodded towards it again. I sighed. “Okay, what the hell.” And with that, I bent down, put the straw in one nostril while pinching the other closed, and snorted up the line. Toby: Jesse: Reese:

PART FOUR I was kneeling in front of David, cleaning his cock when his phone rang. "HEY! I hoped you'd be watching......did you enjoy the show? I thought you would......hold on I'll put you on speaker.." and he put the phone next to the table where I was kneeling. "Is this your new boy James I've been hearing so much about?" the voice said from the phone. "No...it's actually an even newer one!...." David said. "And better!" I giggled, interrupting "His name's Josh and he'd never even been with a guy before he'd been with me so he's my good boy. Can you see the guy over there Josh?" He asked me, pointing at a nearby apartment building. I could see a guy waving & I waved back. "That's one of my very good friends Jerome." "You sure know how to pick 'em David." Jerome said. "Would you like me to fuck you as well my new friend?" He'd barely completed his question before I shouted, "Yes please!" in reply. "What an eager young man you are, and have you been fully converted yet?" It was funny, I kept hearing about being converted. I wasn't sure what else I needed to do to prove that I loved being fucked. "I think I have!" "Well, you definitely will be by the time I'm finished with you. Now David and I need to talk about when I can come over, can you get him hard while we talk please my good boy?" David took Jerome off speaker as I knelt in front of him. It was such a great feeling to be sucking cock in the sunshine and I positioned myself so Jerome could check out my arse as I sucked David. I was too busy sucking (& loving it!) to be paying attention to what David was saying to Jerome: "Yeah......real pleasant surprise....nah no chance he can get any, he's here for the week....told him I had COVID....course not!.....he's so fucking high he won't be paying attention to any of this....few loads but can't hurt to try yours too...probably an hour or so before it wears off? So bring some if you've got it.....piss mainly.....nah, no idea...yeah, the lube's got it too....don't worry about it, the kid's a dirty fucker....I know! See ya in 10" It was then he tapped me on the head, I looked up his dick still in my mouth. "Jerome was so excited seeing you in action, he's gonna come over OK? He'll probably wanna fuck you today, is that alright with you?" I was so excited by the prospect, I smiled through David's dick but wanted to make sure he was alright with it. "Are you OK with it though David, I don't wanna do it if it'll make you unhappy..." "My boy, nothing makes me hornier or happier than seeing other daddies fucking you OK? Just think of it a special gift I'm making sure that you're getting. Now get your daddy good & hard before Jerome arrives..." END OF PART FOUR

PART TWO Kate & James never ended up getting back to David's place after the Mardi Gras. That was probably for the best though as David & myself were up until the early hours fucking, or to be more precise, he was fucking me until the early hours. His stamina was incredible as within minutes of cumming inside my arse, he was ready to go again and we were in a different position each time. I did feel a bit of shame in that my favourite position was face down into the pillow, arse high up in the air so he could really pound me. Waking up, I did feel a bit embarrassed and guilty that I'd been so slutty and taken such advantage of David. The bedroom and sheets reeked of sex and cum and I also noticed some specks of blood too on my arse as I started to get dressed & head out to face the music with him. He was in the kitchen eating as I came out of the bedroom. "Hey, there he is!" he said with a smile. "How've you pulled up after last night?" I blushed, "Pretty sore head to be honest with you." "And the rest of you?" "Yeah the rest of me's pretty sore too. I'm really sorry about last night, I got you to do some things that you probably didn't want to do. If you could keep it between us though, it'd be greatly appreciated." "Don't be mate, I had a great time, and you seemed to too. I just hope you gained some appreciation on how the other half live!" "I did yeah, did you need a hand with the sheets or anything before I leave?" "Well that's the thing...I woke up today feeling a little off and took a Rapid Antigen Test and it looks like I've tested positive for COVID. You'll be staying here for the next week I'm afraid." My heart sank, what I did with David was embarrassing enough but having to stay with him for an extra week? After last night there was a good chance I'd end up with it too. Then there was all of the clothes stuff, we were only going to stay the night so I had nothing with me & he was much taller than I was. "Did you want a shower? I can put your clothes in the washing & they can get dry today so you'll be OK there. It's such a beautiful day I was just gonna take it easy and do some sunbaking today, you can join me if you want. As you know I don't have much in the way in underwear but I can sort something out for you. I'll grab you something to drink that'll help clear the cobwebs too." "I'd really appreciate that David, I guess just leave it in the spare room where I'll leave my clothes?" "Done!" he said smiling, and grabbed me a towel. As I showered, I gingerly felt my arsehole and inspecting my fingers, could see there was some more blood there which I guess was a result of David taking my virginity. After I did so, I let out a fart and could feel something running down the back of my leg, scooping some up it was quite obviously cum. I finished showering and dried myself off and went back to the spare bedroom to put some clothes on. All I could see was a yellow thong and a glass next to a jug full of something that smelled terrible. I thought it best to call Kate & let her know that I'd be in quarantine with David for the week but all I got was her Messagebank. I left a message and coming out of the bathroom I heard a voice say "All done? I'm out here!" and followed the voice to the balcony. Walking out there, I saw two banana lounges and on one of them, David completely naked aside from a pair of sunglasses and a massive piercing on the end of his dick, his body glistening with oil. "Nothing like a bit of sunshine to improve your mood!" he said smiling. I think he could tell how shocked I was he was naked, "It's OK mate no-one can see. That thong looks great on you too!" "Oh...um...thanks." I blushed as I stepped over his banana lounge to lie down on the one laid out for me. "Now that stuff might taste terrible but trust me, a couple of glasses of that & you'll be flying in no time!" as he half-filled the glass "But what you need to do is drink it in one big gulp, alright?" It smelled horrible as I raised it to my lips and I knew it wouldn't taste much better. I downed it as quickly as I could, and he laughed when he saw my reaction. "Don't worry mate, you'll get the hang of it. There's a glass of water there to use a chaser too, but another full glass worth should do the trick." He said as he filled the glass. "Did you need some?" I asked him as I quickly downed the glass of water to get the taste out of my mouth. "No need mate, give it a few minutes to settle and then drink that next glass as quick as you can." We were making idle chat about how beautiful the weather was when he nodded over to the glass. "Medicine time boy!" I wasn't looking forward to it but could see the smile on his face as I drank it all. "Good boy!" he said as I quickly downed more of the water to take out the taste. There was no question I was feeling much better, but all that drinking meant I had to use the toilet, and fast. I must've got up too quick as my head was spinning as I went to & from the bathroom, it was such a weird feeling, I couldn't help but giggle as I went to return to my lounge. My balance failed me though as I went to step over David and tripped and landed right on his lap. "Well, this is unfortunate." he said smiling up at me, I could feel his cock hardening under me, I could feel the metal against his bare skin. "I never knew you had a piercing there!" I replied, I was feeling so good, my whole body was warm and not from the sunshine. "You never asked and by the way, you've got a girlfriend remember?" I started rubbing my arse up and down on his dick, only the thong's thin layer of fabric between his dick and my hole. "And you've got a boyfriend remember?" "And you're straight remember?" he replied, and with that, pulled my face down to meet his and we started kissing hot & hard like we had last night. It was just as good as I could (sorta) remember. Kissing this guy just felt right to me and he knew how to push all of my buttons and we laid side by side, rubbing each other and kissing for what must've been a couple of hours. END OF PART TWO

Dawson is my all time bareback hero too ....... there was no acting with him - you just know he craved raw cock and needed to be bred ...... a truly handsome, beautiful, wonderful man!

Growing up, I'd always suspected that my dad was gay. Or at least, shall we say, sexually indiscriminating? I mean, he was still married to mom and I had to come from somewhere. Besides, I do remember hearing them occasionally banging one out as their bedroom was right across the hall from mine. But still I had my suspicions, which were reinforced by behaviors. From the time I could remember I'd always just been around my dad when he was naked. Nudity was just an everyday thing at my house, so it never struck me as odd. Nudity was a thing for mom and me, too. Heck, There are many a photograph of me running around our house as a kid in my all-together! However, as I got older I started to notice Dad was nude around me more often than Mom. It was more 'our thing' - just two dudes hangin.... We bathed and showered together quite often, and hung out watching TV afterward as we air-dried. And, when I wasn't actually bathing, I would keep Dad company while he took a bath. He would let me play with boats in the deep end while we talked. Occasionally we'd play a game Dad called 'Light House' in which I would drive the boat between his legs to the 'lighthouse' that was standing erect there. The boat would crash on the 'rocks' below and I would laugh and laugh.... Anyway, I also first learned about masturbation from my father when I spied on him when he pleasured himself in the garage. I saw him fire his load into a shop rag, and after he went back inside I retrieved the rag and investigated it. What was this sticky fluid? Naturally he came back and caught me. I was SO embarrassed! But Dad took it very much in stride and was completely matter of fact about it all. And that's when I learned all about the birds and the bees. And also about what guys can do for special fun on their own, as he had just done. He also made it clear I should never tell Mom about because she was a girl and wouldn't understand. Dad's special magazines were also readily available for me; he really didn't even bother to hide them. They were just at the bottom of a magazine basket in our den. They started out as Playboy, but as I got older they became Penthouse, Club, Chic, Oui, and then some harder core mags with dicks and fucking in them too! Those were my favorites-- the ones that showed closeups of men with erections. Anyway, As I got older I gained hair and modesty, so the joint showers and nudity stopped and doors started being closed. Well, really just my doors-- although that didn't stop my Dad from interrupting me on more than one occasion. The first time, I was in my room, officially studying, but of course not only was I playing with myself, I was actually on the cusp of blowing my load when Dad barged into my room. I don't think I ever moved so fast in my life! Giving a quick laugh Dad exclaimed "Whoops!" And as he closed my door he added "Just don't get any on my Penthouse." There were a couple more times after that when Dad caught my jerking off. Each time Dad joked and commented something like "Damn, boy! Don't wear it out!" Or "Do you ever put that thing away?" Which is why I started jacking in the shower or behind a locked bathroom door. Slowly over this time, my suspicions about Dad being gay and his extracurricular activities increased. He was gone longer hours, working out more, or at least saying he was working out. Sometimes he'd come home and you could tell he'd had a beer or two. Mom and he fought more over piddly shit. I pretty much figured he was having an affair, or hooking up somewhere. And I could clearly see my parents on the clear trajectory toward divorce. He was also buddying up to me more during this time, telling me that I was really growing into a man, and complementing my by remarking how handsome I was becoming. Our conversations felt conspiratorial, and Dad increasingly joked around with me, and his jokes took on an ever increasing sexual overtone. Everything seemed to be a double-entendre. Well, the summer before my senior year of high school, Mom started a new job and started working nights. I think she took this job just so she and Dad would spend less time breathing the same air. It also forced Dad to be home more to take care of me (in theory). Dad still routinely got home late, often smelling of, well, I'm not sure what, but his body had a distinctive aroma. Even so, Dad was definitely more often at home more, which conveniently left us together with free time. In the evenings. Before bed. As I said before, Mom and Dad's room was right across the hall from mine. And in their room they had an old TV with a VCR. You know - for watching movies in bed. And with Mom working nights and Dad being Dad, well... he fired up the VCR - a lot. I mostly ignored it the first few times-- but I could hear the porn playing and the soft, creaking motion of his bed and I knew what was going on. But it was my father! I shouldn't be listening, hardly daring to breathe. I shouldn't be turned on by this, should I? Why did I have a boner?? So many thoughts... so many conflicted emotions. Finally one night I couldn't take it any more and I wanted-- no, NEEDED-- to see. So I snuck out of bed and crept quietly into the hall. Dad always left his door ajar, so I figured I could peep in and see him and the porn while he was too distracted to notice. I figured I was being quiet as a cat. I was wrong. "You might as well just come on in," he said in a loud voice. Fuck! Busted AGAIN by Dad!! Well, I sheepishly went into his bedroom and he gestured for me to sit next to him on the bed. He wasn't even trying to hide his erection. "Come on, you might as well 'take a load off' too. I can see you want to," again with the double entendre as he nodded to the boner in my pajamas. I stood next to the bed, guts churning, nervous as hell and shaking like a leaf while I stared at the erection held in his first. He smiled and patted the bed-- and I took my place beside him. Little did I realize that this small action would set me on a dark path and seal my fate. That first night we watched porn together and jacked off. Well, he jacked off and I mostly watched him jack off. When he came all over his belly and fist, I came too. In my pajamas. Without touching myself. From there we slowly progressed. It wasn't an every night event, but when I was in bed and I'd hear the porn soundtrack, I'd get up and join him. It started out as innocently jacking together. From there it became me jacking him off while we watched. I still vividly remember the first time I touched his erection - it was like a bolt of lightning struck me and I could barely breathe. And again, when he came, the feeling of his seed running over my knuckles made my own dick cum in my underwear. (No more Jammie's for this guy!) From there it soon progressed to blowjobs. Never him on me-- I was the son and it was my duty to get him off. To be a good boy. Oddly enough, it was a bigger deal to first jack my Dad than to blow him. The blowjob came naturally. Feeling the smooth, warm skin of his head with my tongue just felt right somehow. And when he shot in my mouth? There was no hesitation: I swallowed instantly. And happily. At this point in our relationship I had definitely shifted to just being his convenient sex toy. Sort of his human fleshlight. He didn't really make eye contact or acknowledge me at all. He was focused on the straight porn on the VCR. I didn't jack off or really touch myself at all in his presence. I would finish him off, he'd turn off the VCR and lights, and I'd go back to my room. Once there is either jack off or go to sleep. More often than not, I didn't even jack myself. And then one night it finally happened. This was in January of my senior year. It was after Christmas and I was back in school, Mom was back to work. I heard the porn fire up, but it was different porn. This time the grunting was more masculine - no more whiny bitch moaning. I went in and I saw Dad watching porn. I was right. He was playing a new porn tape. This one showed two guys on the screen, two, hot, furry, mustachioed men... and they were fucking! It was so hot and the breath caught in my throat. Dad and I started as we usually did-- him jacking for a minute, then me doing it for him. Then my mouth on his dick, as usual. But this time instead of cumming down my throat, he tapped my head after awhile and I stopped. "Get on all fours," he whispered. We NEVER talked during our sessions so this startled me. It was almost like a slap. But he just stopped everything, gestured toward the TV with a chin flip, and told me to "assume the position". My guts instantly turned to water as I knew what was about to happen and I wasn't sure about it at all. Wasn't sure I wanted to get fucked, but after all he was my Dad, and instinctively I wanted to please him so I got on all fours. I was facing the porn and I felt the bed shift as he got behind me. He reached and got some KY off the nightstand. My heart was thundering in my chest. Soon I felt the cool, wet hardness of his cockhead pushing at my sphincter. This was it-- I was losing my virginity. To my father. He pushed into my ass. I distinctly remember the pain. I tried to push back a bit on his thigh, to slow him or get him to stop but he was clearly bent on fucking. Which he did. I winced and grunted as he thrust inelegantly into me. It hurt and it felt like my asshole was ripping because of his thickness. I tried to relax-- I tried to understand how the one guy in the porn seemed to be really enjoying the cock in HIS ass. Did it hurt him as much? I tried to breathe through it. I teared up a bit. Then suddenly my father was buried inside me and shuddering. I could fee his cock throbbing in my ass, much as it had done in my mouth. There would be five or so pulses and a few aftershocks, again... like usual. I counted them off in my head. His hands were on my hips as he slowly pulled out of me. Then he magically produced some paper towels to wipe himself with and he was done. Stunned I made my way to the bathroom to wipe myself clean. There was a KY residue, some brown, and some red. Blood. So I HAD torn a bit. I stood in the bathroom a long time and looked at myself in the mirror. I was confused and hotly ashamed, mainly because I found myself aroused at the thought of what just happened to me. I jacked myself and came all over the bathroom sink while thinking about my Dad's cock violating my ass. Two nights later the same thing happened. And again a couple nights after that. Soon, I realized this was our new norm. So I stopped at Walgreens after work one day and got my own tube of KY that I kept in my secret hiding spot in my room. I started fingering my ass and lubing myself before heading in for our father-son bonding ritual. As time went on, some weeks there was less sex and I found myself a bit disappointed (and if I'm being honest, jealous). Because Dad was "late" getting home, his clothes smelling of cigarettes and "that smell" that I'd later come to realize was the stench of an adult bookstore. I'd always find myself wondering why I wasn't good enough-- had I done something wrong? Was he displeased, or worse... bored with me? But then he'd fire up the VCR again, and everything would be right as rain. Of course it's not like I was completely innocent during this time either. Dad had sort of opened the door to my sexuality. I had a couple friends at school that I was blowing fairly regularly. And there may have been one or two 'park encounters' between me and older men. Anyway, this continued through the summer until it was time for me to leave for my freshman year of college. In my mind this was also the cutoff point for my activity with Dad. I was going to college to start the next chapter in my life. I wanted to be normal. I wanted a change. And I knew I was approaching adulthood, wouldn't really be living at home anymore. I'd love to be able to say that we had one final night together before I left, where we spent the entire night fucking and he actually fucked me on my back while looking at me, and telling me that I was a good son and he was proud. Ah, the romantic in me! But no-- our sessions ended not with a bang, but a whisper. Really I don't even much remember our last fuck. As summer waned he sort of did it less and less. Plus Dad got really sick earlier in the summer, and that really seemed to zap his energy levels. I was okay with all this. It made my college transition that much easier. When I came home at Christmas break, Dad met me at the door and had me sit down. He had some things to tell me, he said. My stomach lurched as I could predict what was coming. Well... ALMOST predict. In a somber voice he explained Mom had moved out and that they were getting a divorce. He said there was something else, too. He had been to his doctor and... He took a deep, shuddering breath and said the last thing I expected: "Son... I'm HIV positive."

Wow @EnglishBottom that was a hot story. I want to hear more. @PigBoyDallas I liked ur story too. I wish my hubby was open to playing with others.

After Shawn shared his toxic load, Rik left the PEP pills on the bedstand - the three that were soaked in Rik’s cum and the other three. Rik got cleaned up, and then the Brad and Justin tended to adult responsibilities around the apartment … there was stuff that had to get done, so they did it. When it was bedtime and the three studs were climbing in bed, Justin noticed the PEP pills were still on the bedstand. “Rik, don’t forget to take your meds. Your PEP window is closing fast.” Brad said, “You’re not going to take them, are you?” Rik pulled them close and said, “It doesn’t make sense for me to fight something I really want. I want your infection more than anything on this earth. Brad, please stop your meds, like Justin did. Both you guys can let your viral load climb to toxic levels. I want to seroconvert from your poz cum. Will you guys do that for me?” Brad looked at Rik and said, “I’ve secretly always wanted to poz you. From the moment we got together, I wanted to share my DNA with you and convert you. I only took meds to be undetectable because you were neg. I didn’t think you would be ok with me getting a biohazard tattoo, and that’s only reason why I don’t.” Justin said, “Brad’s no lying. He told me many times after our support group meeting that he fantasized all the time about sharing his infection with you, but didn’t want to lose you.” Rik said, “It’s settled then. If Shawn’s load converts me, that’s fine. But I want you guys to breed me as much as you can until I do convert. I want your disease.” Brad’s cock was rock hard hearing this from his boyfriend. He said, “Then we have work to get done. Get on your back and let me in.” While Brad was working his cock inside Rik’s battered hole, Justin was lying alongside the boys, making out with Rik. Justin tweaked Rik’s nips and said, “Once you convert you need to get your nipples pierced. Deal?” Rik could just nod his head in agreement. Justin continued, “You need a tattoo as well to celebrate your big decision too.” Brad said, “He has to earn his biohazard, let’s not jump the gun.” Justin said, “Rik is such a fucking pervert, he got off when we wrote “Neg4Poz” “Cum Slut” and “Poz Me” in magic marker on his back. My vote is he gets a tattoo on his back saying “Poz Loads” and then have an arrow point down to his asshole.” Brad said, “Fuck … you’re going to make me cum!” Rik said, “Come on, stud. Breed your poz cum into me!” It was then that Brad shot the first poz load into his boyfriend that was meant to actually transmit his virus. As his load boiled in his nuts and started to inject Rik, there was no feeling of concern about Rik’s future. The goal of this orgasm was to spread his disease to his boyfriend. He thrust his hips against Rik’s hole like never before. He was fucking him with new purpose. Justin shared that same purpose, and he was next to fuck Rik that night. Seroconversion couldn’t come fast enough for these three boyfriends.

4 Months later… Things in my life were mostly in peace. We had a little bit of trouble with an ex-gf of mine that came to visit. But it was good to get that part of my life done and over with. My birthday came, and my roommate that I drove to work gave me a hundred dollars. I used some of it for a date with my gf, but used about 60 of it to buy myself a few bottles of poppers. I hadn’t had any in a while, and I wanted to try a new method of using, mostly cotton in a medicine bottle. It seemed to work and I even figured out a way to use a glass bottle as well, which made them INCREDIBLY strong. After a while, I managed to snag a date with a guy I talked to on a normal dating site. He seemed interesting enough. So with my gf’s blessing, I went on a date. However, it turned out to be very crappy. First, the guy gave lousy directions, so I was late, which I never like doing. Second, he was very drunk when I met up with him. We fooled around a bit, with me mostly sucking his nice 7-8” cut cock. But it was just not a good connection. He ended up following asleep on his bed after we moved to his bedroom. So I quickly got dressed and left. Since it was only about an hour or so after I left my house, I decided I didn’t want to go home. I hit up a few hookup sites, and after a few minutes, I saw an old friend. Jay. “Sup Keith. You looking?” - Jay “You bet. Terrible date. Don’t want to go home.” - Me “You can always come over here. =)” -Jay And that was that. I quickly turned the car around and made my way to his house. It was probably around eleven or midnight when I got there. He let me in, and we chatted up a bit as he was finishing laundry. I asked about cleaning up a bit, and he let me into his bathroom. I quickly did a cleanout and showered, even though I probably didn’t need it. But can never be too careful. I walked out of the bathroom in the buff, since that’s what I was there for. Jay was happy to see me like that, rubbing my ass and my cock, and kissing me. I told him about the terrible date, about some of my other adventures, as he started to get undressed. He told me about some of his own problems and the like. He offered up some G as he got his bong ready. I eagerly downed the shot, and pulled out my poppers. I explained to him my new tricks, and he smiled saying that he can’t wait to see me on them. He lit his torch and got the bong ready. The smoke swirled around, and he took a hit. He leaned in, shotgunned it, and then handed me the bong. I took a deep hit, held it, and then shotgunned to him. We passed it back a few times, and then he took a hit. As he did it, I could tell I was feeling everything. I started to tweak my nipples, as I looked at Jay in awe. I smiled a bit, knowing that I was gonna have some fun. He relit his torch and handed me the bong, as he cooked the tina a bit more. I gave it a minute to get cloudy, breathed out, and then took a huge hit. I held it, as he took a hit too. I let it out, and then laid down on the bed, just rolling. “I think you need to fuck me now Jay.” I told him, as the rush of g and t really hit me. He smiled. “That’s the plan.” He put the bong down and slipped on a cock ring. He played around with his tv, while I played with my cock and nipples, eagerly awaiting his cock. My hole was aching a bit for it. As he put on porn, I found his lube and fingered my hole with some. He smiled as he watched me, approaching the bed. He grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge, lifting them up for me to hold. I took hold of one leg, and then did a hit of my poppers. I then grabbed the other leg, as he lubed himself up and slid in. He slowly started to fuck me, waiting for me to adjust. I just held my legs up with a goofy grin, as the pleasure just hit over and over for me. “Fuck me Jay. Fuck me hard, fuck me like the bitch I am.” I moaned to him. He picked up the pace and started to really fuck me. His balls slapped my ass as he rammed in harder and harder. He took my legs and put them on his shoulders, as he pressed down towards me. It hurt a bit but I got the idea, grabbing a pillow. He stopped to throw it under me and resumed his assault on my ass. With my hands free now, I played with his nipples, tugging hard like he loves to have done. “God I miss this pussy Keith. You like that right, your pussy being pounded?” He knows I love dirty talk, and I moaned in delight. “Yeah, fuck this pussy. I’m your bitch Jay! Use me! Fuck me harder! Fuck that big black cock in me!” I moaned out. He pounded harder and harder. I took another hit of poppers, and offered him some, since he wanted to see what my new bottle trick was. It was a good hit for him and he just fucked me. After a good 15 or so minutes, he pushed me up on the bed and laid me on my side, continuing his frantic fucking. I was in heat, just loving the feeling he was giving me. I told him this was a MUCH better date than I had hoped to be on, and he just smiled. He played with my nipples, as his fucking got a bit slower and more sensual. We kissed at an awkward angle but god was it sexy as hell. We then moved into doggy, as he fucked me harder, pushing my face into the bed. I hit some more poppers and let the roll take me, moaning how good his cock felt. This lasted for a good few minutes, and he pulled out a bit, wanting to take a break. He laid on the bed, but I wasn’t done. I swung my legs over his waist, and lowered myself on his hard cock. I bounced up and down, and he eventually got into it, fucking back as I lowered down. It was awesome! My alarm went off, letting me know that I needed to get ready to go home soon. He pushed a little towards the edge of the bed, still inside me, as I rode his cock, checking my alarm and the time. I eventually stopped as I started to get a bit dizzy from the change in positions. So I laid back down on the bed with him, letting the dizziness fade. The g and t had worn off a bit, and I was now just alert and happy. We talked a bit, and decided that maybe I should come back later. A mutual friend was on his way over to resupply him, and maybe if he was still around, we might try a slam. I was keen on it, in my drugged haze. We went down stairs to get something to drink, and his supplier knocked on the door. It was the guy who had given me the huge slam a few months back, along with his boyfriend. We let them in and chatted a bit, us fully naked while his guest were clothed. We caught up, made our suggestion, and they were eager for it, though they didn’t have a lot of time nor did they have gear to do it atm. Since I was gonna be coming back in a few hours, I figured that would give them some time. So I ended up getting dressed, and headed home. I got home just as my gf was getting up. I told her about my date, though changing the story up so that it sounded like my date was a lot funnier than it was. I told her that the guy I had gone out wanted me back (even though it was really Jay), since he had some time that morning and wanted to hangout some more. She was glad to see me happy, unaware that I was coming down from an awesome high and was just happy in general. I took her to work and then made my way back to Jay’s. His friends were still over, as Jay just had me come in. He was up in his bedroom with them. They were still clothed, while he was naked. We chatted a bit more, and I found out that they were going to head out but would try to be back later. I said that was cool, as I got undressed. They let themselves out, as I laid down on the bed next to Jay. He was glad to see me, and hoped I was ready for more. I nodded, as I hit my poppers and went down on his cock. He still tasted of lube, but damn was it good. After a few minutes, he pulled me off and went over to his supplies. He popped in some new tina into his bong, and poured a couple of caps of G for him and me. I took the quick shot, and watched as he lit his torch up again. Once it was ready, he had me hit it a few times, then he hit some. We shotgunned his hit, and then I hit it one last time with a deep hit. The tina and gina really hit well this time, as I got really horny really fast. I looked at him with sultry eyes, and asked him how he wanted me, my ass sticking out towards him. He smiled, pushing me stomach first on the bed, my ass in the air. I spread my legs a bit, since I’m slightly taller than his bed bending over it, as well as letting him get a good angle on me. I took 3 big hits of my poppers and let it roll. He didn’t even lube me up, just right in. And just went to town on me. We played for about an hour, occasionally stopping to switch positions. We checked our phones and hadn’t heard back from his friend. So we started to cruise a bit, because he was really wanting to fuck me with another guy or two. There weren’t a lot of people on, so I suggested maybe we hit up one of the clubs, since we have a couple that are 24-hours. We got dressed, brought a tiny bit of tina with us, along with my poppers. We got in the car and headed toward the clubs. Unfortunately, when we got to the club, the parking lot was empty. So we checked the other one, same deal. We even saw a couple of guys that looked like they might be interested in playing walking around, but eh, I just didn’t know how to really approach them. So we headed back to his place, a bit disappointed. We heard back from his friend that they couldn’t make it back over, so all in all it was a bust. He atleast made me an egg-and-cheese sandwich, chatted as we watched the morning news. It was fun to just chill and I still felt great. But eventually my alarm rang, letting me know that I needed to go and pick up my gf. So I gave Jay a hug and headed out. My comedown the next day was not bad at all, since I was able to actually get some decent sleep, despite being up for almost 24 hours. Plus my previous experiences atleast helped out.

Part 5: “I’m cumming.” I whispered into Brian’s ear. “Do it sweetheart, shoot it in me.” My body convulsed and my load filled my husband's ass. I rolled off and lay next to him on the bed. I wasn’t feeling great... but, well, we don’t have sex that often so I wasn’t going to say no when he was in the mood. It had been several weeks since the hotel encounter and Jordan had fucked me twice since then. I had even met up with Glen who let me fuck him. He said it was to make up for my having to pay a hefty cleaning bill when I checked out of the room. But he had a great ass and I loved fucking him. And he seemed to enjoy it as well. Now though, I really didn’t feel well. I felt warm. Sweaty. Achy. “What’s the matter?” Brian asked. “Just feel like I’m coming down with something.” And I rambled off my symptoms. “Coming down with the flu? You should have told me… you know I hate getting sick.” I just grunted a reply and he wandered off to find some medicine for me. I woke in the middle of the night, covered in sweat and feeling like I had been run over with a truck. I called off work that day. And the next. And the next. It took about a week before I really started to feel better. And all this time, there was a growing fear. This wasn’t “flu season”. Brian nagged me to go to our local NHS walk-in but I resisted. Instead, while he was at work, I went online and did some research. And learnt a new word. Seroconversion. Once I felt better I called Jordan. He wasn’t surprised when I told him I had been ill. In fact, I would say he seemed pleased. He gave me an address and told me to meet him. When I arrived at the address, however, he was nowhere to be seen. The address, however, was a health clinic catering to the gay community and a sign out front said they offered rapid HIV testing. Oh fuck.... I wanted to run away. I didn't want to know. But I made myself walk in and asked for the test. An hour later and I heard the words. “I need to tell you that your result came back positive.” It wasn't a surprise. In my heart, I already knew. They wanted to do more tests, so they drew a bit more blood which would be sent off to a lab. They told me the same information I had found online. HIV isn’t a death sentence anymore, it can be treated, blah blah. I half listened. I just wanted out of there. I wandered around the city centre for a bit then headed home. What had I done? What had I fucking done? How could I tell Brian? Had I put him at risk? I finally headed home and tried to keep busy and not think about it. I did some housework to keep busy. I was folding laundry when Brian got home. He was early. “Hey Brian.” I called out He didn’t answer. I walked out to meet him. He was in the kitchen, leaning on the counter He had a large yellow envelope in his hand. He stared at the floor and didn’t look up when I came in. His face a mask... But I knew him well. He was clearly upset. Even furious. “Brian, you ok?” “Ok?” His voice quivered. “No. I’m not OK. Can you tell me what this is about?” He threw the envelope at me. I opened it. It was full of sheets of A5 paper with pictures printed on them. Pictures of me. Pictures of me with a cock in my mouth. Pictures of me with a cock in my ass. Pictures of me with two cocks in my ass. Pictures of me with my hole gaping wide and cum dripping out of my ass. I felt like I was going to throw up. “That little present got delivered to me at work today. Please tell me it’s a lie. That someone has doctored those pictures….” I couldn’t speak. Brian buried his face in his hands. “Oh fuck. Fuck. It’s true, isn’t it? You’ve been cheating on me?” I tried to move closer but he pushed me away. “Don’t even think about touching me.” “Brian… I… I’m so sorry.” I finally managed to say. “Sorry? Really? That’s all you have to say? And it doesn’t even look like you were using condoms.” “It just happened. I didn’t mean it to happen.” “It just happened? From the look of it, it happened several times.” He grabbed the envelope out of my hand and flipped through the stack of pictures. “And… this is the best bit… did you see the note on this one?” He held up a picture of me, bent over Jordan's cock in his car. A note had been typed in big bold letters: Brian’s birthday. "I remember that night. You disappeared for awhile. To take a call from your boss you said. You were hooking up with this.... this... whatever the hell they are. On my birthday, while I sat in the restaurant?" "I don't know what to say. I didn't want to hurt you." “Get the fuck out, Eric. Just get the fuck out.” He was starting to cry. I went to our room — what had been our room — threw some clothes into a small suitcase and left. I was numb, my emotions completely shut down. I tried to call Jordan to ask why. Why had he done this and ruined my life? His number was disconnected. Disconnected? What the hell? It occurred to me that he had never told me his last name. He had given me HIV, exposed my infidelity to Brian, destroyed our marriage, and now he was simply going to disappear? Not sure where else to go, I headed into the city. To the hotel where Jordan and Glen had fucked me. Maybe Glen would be there and he could help me understand? I had to talk to Jordan and find out why he had done this. I tried to book a room but, when I told the front desk clerk my name, he said I already had a reservation. He checked me in and I headed to the room. There was a note on the desk. Eric, Thanks for the fun. And it has been fun. But it’s time to say goodbye. I’m so glad I’ve given you something to remember me by. Something to remember me every day for the rest of your life. However long that is. I’ve given you my virus. My AIDS. Your doctor can do tests to determine resistance, maybe they are already doing them, but let me tell you what they will find out. My virus - our virus now - is a virulent strain. Resistant to every HIV med in the book. Did you ever wonder why I never let you see my body? Well, if the biohazard tattoo on my hip didn't give away the game, the KS lesions would have. Didn't want you figuring it out before the bug took hold. Maybe you are wondering why I did this? Well… why not? Remember that first night in Birmingham? It wasn’t really the first time I saw you. I had seen you before and picked you. I like finding guys like you, guys who have bought into the whole monogamy shit, and showing them it is just a lie. You older guys make it so easy. You tell yourselves you are content with your lives, but you really are just afraid of being alone... that is all that your "love" is. Fear. But men aren't made for monogamy. We are made to breed, to spread our seed. In your heart, you know it's wrong. You get bored with one cock, one ass. Your sex lives dry up completely. Guys like you are so desperate for intimacy that, with just a little nudge, you will bend over and take a cock from a stranger. Yes. I’ve done you a favour. I’ve set you free. Free from monogamy. Free to fuck who you want. To be fucked by who you want. Free from worry about catching the bug. Trust me. You will thank me some day. So forget monogamy. For now, though, I'm guessing you are angry. I think it is best if I don’t see you for awhile. But, if you are feeling lonely tonight call room service and order a bottle of champagne. Glen is working. He has my virus as well... he was the first guy I ever pozzed. He said he wouldn't mind swapping loads with you one more time. But, after that, it will be time to move on. Forget marriage. It's sex. It's fucking. Spread the bug. Spread it to as many holes as you can. Feed it. Take as much cock as you can. The virus will continue to grow stronger, to spread. Maybe we will meet again someday. Jordan PS: I hope you pozzed up your "husband" Brian for me. I read the letter a second time. And a third. I considered my options. Then I picked up the phone to call room service. To order a bottle of expensive champagne. - To be concluded (tomorrow)