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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.

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 🐽

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!

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.”

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.

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

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.

Prologue You’d never be able to tell by the way that I look that the cute little twink next door with the perfect boyfriend was a deviant cock whore that craved nothing more then to be filled with cum as much as possible. My cum lust was going to be my downfall. Here I was freshly 19 chained to a sling getting my tight hole pounded by a hung daddy. “Yeah boy take my cock you slutty little faggot” said the daddy. Behind him there was a line of men forming all waiting for a chance to get in my hole and fill me with cum. “Oh god daddy, please fuck me. I’m yours, make me yours please.” I said. “Oh yeah baby keep begging like that and I’m gonna cum.” Growled Daddy. “Please Daddy give me your cum.” I begged. “Mmm. Fuck baby I love your hole I’ve been waiting for this for weeks. What kind of cum am I gonna give you?” Asked Daddy. “Poz cum daddy.” I replied. “Oh you’re gonna get it boy. I’m about to Poz your stupid neg faggot ass. Are you ready for it boy?” Questioned Daddy. “Yes. Please daddy Poz me. Make yours forever, ruin me. Knock my faggot ass up daddy.” I responded.

Definitely, probably a week or so after I get it!

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).

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↑ This!! I love multiple men using my face/mouth as a target to mark me, degrade me. And I love being shown off like that. But I also place a high value on all that cum and think that the scene should always end with one or several of the men using their cocks to scrape all that cum into my mouth so I can swallow all of it for them. Phallarchist has my full attention.

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?

I wish there were more bottoms with small dicks in porn! I’m tiny and I never see anyone who looks like me in videos and it’s annoying. Why does a bottom’s dick need to be 6”+?! Put a cumdump with a micro dick in a video and watch him get gangbanged and bred by a bunch of hung dudes.

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.

Chapter 14 A few weeks later Jake wakes up and feels achey with a sore throat. He tries to push through. He eats some breakfast and gets ready to head to the gym but never makes it there. He grows increasingly weak. He lays down on the couch and falls asleep for hours. When he awakes his dad still isn’t around so he texts him. Jake: Hey Dad where are you? I woke up feeling horrible. Can you pick up some food on your way home? Jason: Really? Of course, I’ll get you whatever you need. What are your symptoms? Jake: Fever, body aches, sore throat Jason: Classic symptoms! You must be serocoverting. I’m gonna run to the store quick and I’ll be home shortly. As he waits his dad, Jake remembers back about a year ago when his dad was horribly sick and he helped nurse him back to health. That must have been when Dad converted he thinks to himself. His father returns with food and other provisions to help alleviate his symptoms. Jason greets his son on the couch and embraces him, kissing him on the neck. Jake immediately notices the huge bulge in his dad’s pants. The dickprint framed by a wet spot at the head of his cock. His dad is clearly excited about Jack’s illness. Jake sighs, “Dad I’d love to help you out with that but I can’t even bring myself to get up off the couch to get a glass of water. “Don’t worry son. I’ll take care of everything. I’ve got some soup for you and I’ll make sure you get plenty of fluids.” Jason states. He kisses his son on the forehead and lays him back down. He adjusts himself and goes prepares lunch for his son. Jason and Jake spend the day watching movies on the couch. Jake’s falls in and out of sleep. The idea of his son serocoverting has Jason hornier than ever and his dick simply will not go down. He fights the urge to fill his son as he lays next to him incredibly weak. As he gets his son ready for bed, Jake asks for a glass of milk. Jason seizes this opportunity and jerks his dick until he shoots a massive load in the glass. He then fills the the glass the rest of the way with milk and serves it to his son. Jake gulps it down, licks his lips and rests his head on the pillow. “That’s my boy”, Jason says and kisses his son on the forehead. Seeing Jake guzzle down his toxic cum has Jason rock hard again. As his son sleeps through the night, he sneaks over to Tyler’s house and tells him the good news. The two beefy men take turns fucking each other and swapping loads as they wait in eager anticipation of Jake’s full conversion.

23yo college dude in queens ny looking for a personal cumdump that i can use and fuk anytime i want. Hmu if u wanna be my personal cockslave. Lookin for neg or on prep and under 40

Holly fuck. Where do I get this job? 😈

PART 2 – Whoring out Alex (Note: there are a variety of moments that occur over the next few days/weeks where, looking back, I want to smack myself for being naïve, unaware, or just insane in my decision making. It’s not to say that I’m not still all of those things, but definitely see my growth from these days in 2015.) Thursday after the sex party, I got a text from Alex and honestly, I wasn’t expecting one. My general experience with each group participant was that generally, things were amicable but that folks back-burnered each other for future PNP scenarios – less typical was becoming non-PNP friends. I’m not saying this doesn’t happen, but this topic is better left for another post. The text started simply and casually with greetings, and the how-are-yous, and the what-are-you-up tos and I was doing things around my apartment so not really responding quickly to each round of texts. Eventually , Alex asked point black “hey, can I come over and hang out?” It was a few days post party and those that have PNPd before may affirm, your critical thinking and impulse control remains suppressed for several days after. Typically, I address this by knowing this is the case and then forcing myself to evaluate every decision or choice to be sure I’m not making decisions I wouldn’t otherwise. I didn’t really want him to and told him I was planning to go to bed early, about to tell him ‘nah, I’ll pass.” Alex: “Aaaaah, bummer. I’m outside of your building in the back.” WHAT THE FUCK? I started to cross the room to the glass wall with the window which faced the alley. Was he just in the area or had he come here to ambush me with his presence? The neighborhood where I lived was a bunch of multimillion dollar old-money homes and pretty randomly, this brand new 15 unit apartment building. It seemed unlikely that disheveled slow-on-the-uptake Alex would just be over in this part of the area. I look out the window and sure as shit, there is Alex, typing on his phone. Me: “What the hell are you doing here?” and ignoring my question entirely he responded, Alex: “Can I come up?” Had I not remembered the color of Alex’s shirt from the other night, I might have thought he was wearing the same thing, except for this time this mishappen green instead of red but just as massive as the last shirt had been. His jeans looked indentical, not just in style but also the dirt stains. He had a Jansport backpack with him that seemed to be full. As he enters my apartment, I ask him a few questions to try to figure out why he had just barnstormed my apartment and my solitary evening. In my mind I’m thinking how I had just pulled out the Hello Fresh kit for that evening and if I had to share it with him that would mean I wouldn’t have lunch for tomorrow, and this annoyed me so I’m sure my tone was a little aggressive. As before, Alex didn’t seem to process the questions and his responses very narrowly spoke to why he was here but largely meandered in to other topics. I don’t even recall what those were, other than I remember saying something along the lines of “well, that doesn’t really explain things, but let’s move on.” I didn’t want to stand over in the kitchen trying to make small talk with Alex while cooking so I quickly abandoned that and ordered a pizza. Now what? Conversation wouldn’t even fill the next 10 minutes, it was only 530P so there wasn’t really anything to put on for background radiation, and I honestly wasn’t really feeling like hooking up and putting on porn, and I didn’t really want him to stay, so I didn’t want to start a movie. In the middle of some basic bitch question about his week, I remember visibly seeing a light switch in Alex and he went from dopey dude sitting on my couch, to amped up animal ready to fuck. You could see it in his face, and you could just feel it sitting next to him. I’d never see something like this before nor have I since in terms of such a n instantaneous change. Whatever sexual voodoo Alex had mastered, it flipped my switch too. I had been massively horny since the party, had hooked up with several guys since but was still experiencing that hunger for more that cumdumps like me generally feel but which is especially palpable when you’ve had nine dicks fucking you for an extended period and filling you with cum. One or two dicks a night was not going to fill the emptiness so fuck yeah, let’s fucking go! We made out for the first time – we hadn’t during the party at all that I recall. Alex was a good kisser and his mouth and breath tasted clean and like mint gum. I think this sticks out to me because the rest of him was kind of a dirty mess, so the fact his mouth tasted pristine was odd to me. He was a really good kisser and had a style, but adapted well to me and me to him. He ‘d occasionally go really deep with his mouth and tongue and probe the back of my mouth which I love. This went on for about 20 minutes and during this time we had taken off our jeans and shirts – I had briefs on which Alex quickly got underneath to stroke my dick and occasionally reach between my legs and pretty much with no hesitation, start fingering my hole. He was aggressive and very much determined to do what he wanted to do and I was really fucking loving it. His dick had popped out the hole in the front of his boxer briefs and I swallowed his whole dick all the way down to his balls. Again, I don’t think I had actually touched or really played with his dick up to this point during the party, so it was the first time I realized his dick was really nice. Like a specific – shape and direction, thickness, length, the shape and size of the head. I really wish I had a picture of it but I didn’t find one. I was raging with testosterone and lust for his dick at this point both because I was horny already, but also because of the contract between Dopey “doesn’t seem to know what’s going on” Alex and the Perfect Dicked “I know what I want and I’m going to take it” Alex. We were temporarily interrupted when UPS knocked on the door to deliver a package and when I got back to the couch he said “wanna get high?” Ahhhh fuck! Here we go. It was a school night was about as far as I got trying to come up with excuses not to when I just said “yes.” We kept going on the couch for a while when Alex pulled away, and again, in a tone and manner of speaking notably different than Dopey Alex laughed and said, “So are you just a bottom?” I had topped several times, but it wasn’t my preference and certainly not when there were any drugs involved. He accepted this and didn’t push me but did start talking about the times he had bottomed which had mostly been at bathhouses, how he didn’t understand why people assumed he was a top but that he sort of just went with the flow and finally, how he had jerked off thinking about how much he loved watching me get fucked during the party. I remember feeling like he was sincerely complementing and feeling good. He was also saying clearly in his words amplified by the longing tone he had talking about it, “I really want to do that too.” Conversational break was over and Alex stood up and pulled me up by the arm with him. He rounded the corner to my bedroom and came back with the lube, and moved the small side table on the side of the couch across the room. Again, the confident way he was moving was just different. He bent me over the arm of the couch and got on his knees behind me. This was the first time he had rimmed me. I know he didn’t during the sex party because no one really did and I definitely would have felt his facial hair. I most certainly felt his facial hair now, which for those that love to be rimmed, is fucking wonderful. It amplifies to me everything that’s happening and makes me squirm and shake and makes me even hornier for dick as it continues. He applies plenty of lube to my hole and his dick. As sometimes is the case after you have long sessions or lots of dick, my hole was still a bit tighter than it typically was and Alex’s dick wasn’t massively thick, but thick enough it wasn’t something I could just slide in. He pushed in in a way that was neither gentle nor unforgiving – he went in one smooth stroke all the way down to the base all at once and I remember moaning very loud because it happened all at once and my hole was suddenly spread completely around the base of his dick. He kept his dick there for what felt like minutes and moved his hips around, but keeping his dick buried all the way in. The feeling was so powerful that I almost felt I couldn’t take a breath and I loved it. His time spent there was clearly meant to open me up further, as he kept pushing my hole open with his deck, up, down, left, right , in a circle…whoa. He was a hole master! We fucked for about 15 or 20 minutes and it was really good. Some tops just pump in and out, some spend a lot of time doing acrobatics to the point where you don’t have any clue what’s going moment to moment. Alex combined both. He’d pump for stretches of time in and out and pound my hole, and occasionally would stop to work my hole differently, either balls deep and stretching, or with the head of his dick. I do recall at a couple different moments turning my head back to look at him and every time, he was transfixed on the porn that had been put on, which was odd because it was fully occupying his attention and yet, he was delivering anything but a pre-programmed fuck. I don’t know that I could have fully transfixed on porn while doing what he was doing to me. I think it peeved me a little bit but then he kept fucking me and eventually, picked up pace and shot his load in me. I don’t always feel the spray of cum inside of my ass - I don’t know why, but I remember moaning that I could and did feel every single spurt of cum in my hole. It felt great. We both cleaned up a little bit, I put on shorts and came out to the living room where Alex was sitting in his boxer shorts, staring a little blankly at the porn. Master of Hole Alex has seemingly vanished as fast as he had appeared, and Dopey Alex. It was insane. I asked of he wanted a glass of water and with a brief pause responded along the lines of “What, oh yeah. Sure” Again, what the fuck? I turned off the porn and put something on TV. It was around 1030P, I was tired and sleepy and it wasn’t sure what the hell was going on. Alex was starting blankly at the TV screen, there wasn’t really any conversation happening, and I asked something like “so what do you have going on for the rest of the night” to which his response was “can I stay the night?” I resigned to him staying, he jumped in the shower and we got in to bed and went to sleep. 6A. I got out of bed and made sure Alex was awake and grabbed him a clean shirt before getting in the shower. I got out of the bathroom about 10 minutes later and Alex was still in bed, and somewhat frustrated said, “hey, you need to get the fuck up. I have to leave soon which means you’re leaving soon.” He slowly and reluctantly got out of bed at a speed that I could never achieve even if I were frozen solid. We made it out of the house, Alex said he didn’t have a car but also didn’t need a ride, and down the street he strolled while I went off to my day. Over the next two weeks, Alex texted a few times and each time asked if I wanted to hang out. Based on the previous two experiences and his recurring pattern of lingering a bit too long, each time I made excuses why I couldn’t. They weren’t always lies but I was definitely doing my best to avoid him. The sex was good, but it was one-off and I really didn’t know if it was just drug fueled or something he could repeat, but I didn’t need a live-in non-boyfriend. At the end of the third week, I get another text from Alex. It was later on a Friday night and I had definitely come from some happy hour with friends and was more than a little tipsy when the message arrived. I had made it home and was horny, and was probably frustrated with the lack of ready to go tops on BBRT. Oh, if I were better at navigating these moments of weakness. He showed up a while later looking like he would, slightly disheveled with another ugly shirt on. He cut almost immediately through the chit chat and asked if he could see my toy bag. (Note: at some point during the sex party, I failed to mentioned that I had gone to my closet and grabbed my duffle bag full of sex stuff – dildos, plugs, a variety of restraints, collars, cockrings, etc. There was little use of any of this during the sex party, but it had clearly caught Alex’s attention). I set it down on the couch in front of him and watched he just sort of looked at the bag. There was no touching or foreplay occurring so I wasn’t entirely sure what was going to happen next – was he going to grab things out and use them on me or on himself? It turns out he was curious. He unzipped the bag and began picking up individual items one by one and asking questions like “you’ve had this in our hole” holding up my largest dildo, or “damn, doesn’t this hurt” holding up one of the buttplugs you use only when getting to the heavier types of ass play. There were a few things he couldn’t identify like a leather cockring that had straps which separated your balls, and a metal ass grommet. He grabbed one of my leather collars and went to wrap it around his arm and I laughed a little and told him it was a collar and helped him put it on. It felt out of nowhere when he said, Alex: “Have you ever been to ClubZ?” I briefly share with him a few lightweight stories of ClubZ and emphasized some of the key differences between Z and Steamworks, namely that ClubZ had much more obvious drug use obvious in the behavior of the patrons and that Steamworks generally had a greater “safe-sex” contingent where as at ClubZ you might struggle to find a condom even if you wanted one. Alex: “I have had fun there but the rooms are so small and cramped.” I had only ever rented the Sling TV room (room 408) which was the biggest and largest of their rooms. I had been the next two tiers of rooms which were equivalent to your normal room at bathhouse. Twin sized cot, a room about double the width of that. I did not realize until Alex described the rooms he had been that there were three classes of rooms below the top three which were truly like capsules. The room was the size of the mattress with nowhere to really stand on the ground, there were no TVs and because they had fit these rooms in to odd places, often had unusually low ceilings. Some you actually had to crawl through a large cubby hole versus a door to get in to. By comparison room 408 was a palace. It was their largest room equipped with a King Size mattress, a sling that could be used over the mattress or raised, ample floor space, a cross, and a TV. I didn’t know where anything was headed at this point, but buzzed and horny, I shifted my energy quickly towards taking control over what would happen next that evening. Alex kept looking at me for more details of what I had done at ClubZ, what were the guys like, how long I had stayed, etc. and while I was fine telling him about these things I didn’t want to sit on the couch telling stories all night. As he had before, I asked him if he wanted to get high and as before we did. Whether because of that, or because I had determine my role for the evening, I grabbed the remote and turned on the porn again, and looked at him and directly and with no tone of doubt I was serious said to Alex, Me: “Alex, take your fucking clothes off.” I went to the bathroom and grabbed two jock straps and began undressing with Alex. I threw the jock at him and told him to put it on. I started asking him if he had been to the dark room or the fuck bench to bottom. I told him that with his looks and body it would be easy to get fucked by a bunch of guys. Not only had he never ventured in to these areas, but he said he had hangups if they weren’t attractive white guys in the range of 20-40’ish. He couldn’t really articulate why – it wasn’t really a racial thing, and he had found guys older than his age range attractive but still wouldn’t mess around with them. The no loads refused cumdump in me with my slightly impaired thinking saw this as a condition that needed a cure and my mind went instantly to figuring out ways to make him relinquish himself fully and without qualification. I told him as I had learned from others that if you’re a good bondage dom that when you were exposing your sub to new experiences, you needed to communicate to them what was happening – not in a way that communicated choice in the matter but at its core, set expectations for what was next. I explained that I was going to restrain him to help him get used to what it felt like and at each step explained what I was doing. I asked him to think of a safe word. As a sub, my expectation was that he would only beg for things he really wanted, thank me and others for thinks that had been done to him, be verbal during sex, ask for water or a break, or, if whatever was happening or he needed to remove himself from the situation for any reason, he could use a safe word. I don’t remember what it was, but he chose one and seemed relaxed. His ankles were cuffed and chained to each other, as were his wrists, leaving his hole somewhat open based on the way he was sitting. He had the jock on. I asked him how he felt about taking pictures and he expressed no real concern other than he’d like to have his face more covered. I retrieved a Nasty Pig baseball l cap and red bandana from my room. The hate went on backwards and the bandana was made in to a blindfolded in in no time, he was restrained, blindfolded, and looking like he was relaxed while confined. It was time to start work on his hole. I stood on the couch/ in front of him at first and stuck my dick in his mouth. At first I let him move his head on my dick and then pushed him back and began to fuck his face, slowly and shallow at first before deepening and eventually shoving my whole dick in and all the way to the back of his throat, causing him to cough. He did not want to stop though and tried to raise his hands to grab my hips and I think at that point realized he had limited mobility. The next hour was spent working on Alex’s hole – and admittedly, I was not as slow or gentle as I could have been. There were a few moments where Alex moaned or said ‘slow day” and I would briefly pause and then continue. The smallest dildo turned in to the medium one, and then I tried one of the largest. This large one had a fat head and was thick and though Alex initially pushed back and struggled to open, the tip finally went in and I was able to get it two-thirds of the way in. His words and his voice indicated he was enjoying it but as with most experiences like this, it was overwhelming. I pulled out the dildo a little while later, pulled down his jock, and put the shoved the lubed up Fleshjack down on his dick. I’m surprised given the giant moan he made and the way he arched his back that he didn’t shoot his load right then. After the dildos, I played around with a few buttplugs and as many do, once it was inside, he didn’t want it to ever leave, and he struggled as I pulled both out of him. It was so hot to watch. I had stopped using the Fleshjack and was instead slapping his dick and balls gently while playing with the buttplugs. Each time I would remove everything completely from his hole, he would whimper and tell me he wanted more. In honest review, he really did do a great job – he went from struggling against a tiny dildo at first to being able to open his hole for a medium-effort buttplug in a short amount off time. He had one of those very adaptable holes. We got high again and I removed Alex’s blindfold so he could watch the “Aaron’s Pozzing Gang Bang” TIM scene where Aaron’s only dream is to be blindfolded and bred by a group of poz men so he could be pozzed. Alex was very turned on by this and said “it would be really hot to be him” We paused and got high again, and I removed his blindfold while the TIM "Aaron pozzing gang bang" started, with the text that read how Aaron always wanted to be pozzed by a group of men. Some time around midnight , near the end of the scene, fueled by what I know call my “alpha energy” and other things, I told Alex to get up and get dressed. “You wanna go to ClubZ?” His answer was very clear. I told Alex to rinse off quickly but not worry about his hole. I did the same. Alex told me he wanted to bring a few things from the toy bag, so I grabbed those things and made a go bag with some fresh clothes, a few snack bars, lube and poppers . I grabbed one of the permanent markers I kept in my nightstand. We skated through the simulated bag check at ClubZ and I requested the Sling Room. By luck, they were cleaning it right then from the previous guests. I bought one of the douche kits and moments later we were in the room getting organized and ready for the evening. After heading to the shower area, it was only about 30 minutes before we were in the sling room. I adjusted the sling height slightly and then asked Alex to get up in the sling. He had bene in one before but I told him we were going to make it similar to what we had done on the couch back at my place. I chained his wrist restraints slightly behind him to the chains of the sling, and did similar to his ankles. Obviously, this left him with no ability to resist. All the time I left his blindfold off so he could see what was happening. I grabbed the permanent market and carefully wrote ‘CUM DUMP’ across his chest with an arrow pointing downward to his hole. His collar was finally restrained back loosely and the baseball cap was put back on. The last thing was to blindfold him, a small action that seemed to make thins very real for Alex all at once. He softly jerked from side to side to see how much he could move. Realizing he couldn’t he said, he asked to have a moment to adjust, and after a moment I told him we were ready. I reassured him I would not be leaving the room at any point, and I would be there 100% of the time to make sure was safe. He kept moving and squirming trying to find some movement in the restraints. He asked for more T and I gave him some and did some myself. He continued to say “almost ready” and then ask for a few more minutes and after about ten minutes, he finally stopped moving. Me: “Are you ready?” Alex: “Yes. Yes. I hope so! Yes!” Anyone that goes to ClubZ draws a certain amount of attention upon arrival, especially if they are particularly in shape and not daily regulars. This described Alex and I and I noticed as we walked up the stairs when we got there people scoping us out. Notably, I had made Alex wear the collar from the apartment so I’m sure many of the guys were already pegging him as the bottom. When I finally opened the door to the room, there were a few people lingering on the landing and a few seemed ready to fuck – they had probably been wondering for the entire time whether we were just there to play with each other or were eventually going to engage with others. The goal here with Alex and his goal was to get fucked by a bunch of guys. I had learned my lesson over the years that when in a bathhouse, you strike when the irons hot. If someone is willing to engage, engage them. Don’t back-burner them while you look for something else. This is why no-loads-refused bottoms had the most fun and if you weren’t quite there in your head, why a blindfold could help. The first guy to walk to the door happened to be a tall black guy. He walked up, stated more than asked “can I come in” and entered the room. I had seen him there before. He walked in and makes some comments about Alex looking hot in the sling and Alex started to try and engage in conversation, “what’s your name?” was all he got out before we told Alex not to worry about it. A black guy was definitely not what Alex was wanting, but thankfully for Alex, this guy didn’t not have a massive dick to start the night. The black guy lubed up and began to fuck Alex who like before, whimpered with each stroke of the guys dick. Alex was definitely enjoying himself so I walked to the door to see what other trade was within earshot. There was a group of three guys that seemed to be there together who wanted to go after the black guy finished. I waved them in to the room while the black guy continued to fuck Alex. These three were much more Alex’s desired types. I think two guys were good looking white guys and the thirds was more olive complected but not Latino – maybe Italian? I couldn’t tell. The four of us made out and sucked each other in various combinations. The non-white White guy was verbal which is always a turn-on for me and while I was down sucking one of the dicks kept on with “suck that fucking dick” and “choke that fag” and a variety of other really hot encouragements -which continued for about 5 more minutes when we heard the black guy say something along the lines of "I'm gonna cum" at which point he pumped a load in to Alex who was still whimpering just the same as he had been. The guy pulled out and Alex said something “holy fucking shit man.” The black dude vanished. I don’t even recall seeing him get off the bed. And the Verbal Guy quickly got up on the bed and one of the other guys got up as well and approached Alex’s face. Getting fucked in the face and his ass at the same time was definitely a level-up for Alex and initially he struggled to figure out how to turn his head but eventually settled in to a rhythm with two dicks in him simultaneously. Alex continued his whimpers though now muffled from the dick in his mouth. Thrupple 1 got louder with his words and kept talking about breeding Alex’s slut hole and asking him how he liked to have his pussy creamed. I remember him using the word pussy a lot, which I sometimes use, but not as often as this guy. Thrupple 1 continued to pump in and out as he came, and then gave Alex one final balls deep blast and pulled out rather quickly. “Fuck him” he said to Thrupple 2 who did exactly that. He was slightly slower in motion I think because he was already close to coming and sure enough, after a little over than a minute, Thrupple 2 came in Alex. All the while, Thrupple 3 was standing in the corner jerking off and I sort of motioned to him that he was next, but he shook his head and told me he had just cum. Thrupple 1 had come up behind me and started pawing my chest from behind and I could feel that his dick was still fully. He pushed my back forward just a little but and pushed his dick in with pretty much expert aim and I was a little shocked he managed it. “Now you have some of that nut inside his hole’ and pulled out. The Thrupple was done and said “ catch ya later” and made their way to the door which had four guys blocking it standing shoulder to shoulder. The moved aside for the Thrupple and I asked the guys who wanted to go next. At this point I realized that I’d never really engaged this much at a bathhouse ever. I was most often in Alex’s position, or taking dick from someone random behind me, never really making conversation. No here I was walking around and engagement people, encouraging them to take their turn on the cumdump Alex. The next couple of guys came in, fucked Alex, and came in his hole followed by another after that. At this point, I don't think Alex knew what dick or who was in him - he certainly didn't after a few more because he said something like "are your friend still here?" to the guy fucking him, presumably talking about the Thrupple earlier. He hadn't realized there had been several other people in there since then. Several guys would walk in and watch, some would fuck his face while he was getting fucked, I would suck or make out with some of them. Some of the guys came and some of them just fucked him for a while without cumming. During this time I kept Alex hydrated and let his legs down a few times so he could stretch his legs. Each time I asked him if he wanted to keep going and he said he did. I broke out of the sex has of it all when at some point, the guy come over the loud speaker to say that rooms X, Y Z were nearing checkout and I walked over to the lock box closet to grab my phone and see what time it was. I think we were meant for checkout around 8-9A and we still had several hours left. Alex was in the sling and not getting fucked so I told him I was going to the bathroom and would lock the door and would be right back. On the way back, I saw two people I had seen at ClubZ before and after some chit chat asked them if it was worth sticking around so late/early on Saturday morning, because there was definitely less activity than there was during the first few hours and I didn't want to stay there and be bored. They unanimously agreed that it WAS worthwhile to stay and said there have been quite a few times where surprisingly a new rush of guys shows up in the early morning hours. Maybe it's the pre-weekend shift trade crowd? I took them for their word and headed back to Alex. Alex was surprisingly energetic given he had just been fucked a ton. He was still bound to the sling and seemed comfortable like he was watching a movie in a recliner. I raised the blindfold and detached his wrists and told him to relax for a little bit. He was not clear about what had happened prior to this and though he knew there were other guys fucking him, he had this impression that the Thrupple had been there the whole time. I remember similar sensory things happening when I was in his position. He indicated he wanted to stay a while longer but also told me to keep asking if he wanted to go because he wasn't sure if how long he could go. I think at this point there were maybe 2 or 3 more guys that came by and fucked him, and I think only one of them came. The crowd at this point was definitely high and the "early morning" crowd did appear but I think were completely sober so maybe a bit overwhelmed by the scene in our room and were probably looking for something less elaborate than a guy in a sling. I eventually unbound Alex from the sling and told him to relax and take his time getting down and just chill for a bit. I locked the door and went a grabbed two waters from the vending machine and brough them back Alex drank his plus half of mine. "Holy shit!" he kept saying again alternating with "Fuck!" sitting up on the bed and looking dazed. The "CUM DUMP" on his chest was still there. I packed up, we both got dressed and I prepped Alex for leaving reminding him we were going to be walking out and it was at least somewhat light at this point and that we were going to be hopping in an Uber. I know the feeling of leaving in the daylight, having just been blindfolded for hours in an altered state and I didn't want him to have any anxious feelings, especially because we clearly looked like we had been partying and probably smelled like sex and would be around a stranger. We made it to my place and Alex jumped in the shower and I did afterwards. When I came out Alex was semi jerking himself with no porn or anything at all, and looked like he was starting to feel the impacts of what he had done. I didn't bother asking if he wanted to stay given the previous two times, and he said he just wanted to sit on the couch for a while and watch porn. He was cold so I grabbed some blankets and we both sat there just a little dazed. He'd occasionally say "holy shit" or "fuck" and then start asking a question like, "so what did they..." and "who was the guy that said..." and I tried to answer as much as I could. I could tell he wanted to ask me whether or not all of the guys had been “attractive white guys” in his age range but I think he knew at that point they hadn’t been. He did at one point play with his hole a little bit and I don’t think he’d ever felt it feel that way before. He would occasionally look over at me and smile a little and seemed pretty content. “Thanks for doing that with me” he said and then asked if I had fun. I told him I had a great time, and was happy that he felt good about the experience. It was sunny as fuck that morning and we never really fell asleep, maybe dozed for a bit. At some point I realized I was hungry as hell, so was Alex, and he was willing to go out to breakfast. We got dressed, I gave him a pair of cheap sunglasses and we went to one of my spots I went to when I didn’t really want to be seen. We were both obviously in a haze and Alex wasn't much of a conversationalist anyway so we ate rather quickly and walked back to my apartment a few blocks away. I asked where his car was and he said he hadn't driven here. I asked if he needed me to drive him somewhere, and he said he would just walk. I gave him a bottle of water for the walk, asked him again if he needed a ride, then told him to stay hydrated. He grabbed his backpack and walked out. That was the last time I ever saw Alex. Some random that just three weeks earlier had shown up at my house for an unplanned sex party where I was the cumdump. The guy who told me he had fantasized about doing what he had seen me doing. And who allowed me - a guy who up to that point largely was only a cumdump and often submissive - to dominate him. I texted him a few times over the next week just to check in and see if he was okay and he responded with his typically short answers. Yes, he was okay. He also made comments alluding to how he had enjoyed that night and had thought about it since. I remember feeling like he had walked away feeling like he had fulfilled a fantasy and had fun. The conversation just sort of fizzled out and I never received another text from him asking if I wanted to hang out. And at this point, I had moved on. He wasn't ever going to be someone I would pursue for a relationship or any kind, I wasn't very curious about knowing more about him, so eventually he just sort of faded in to the background. And it wasn't until seeing these pictures that I even remembered he existed, or that this night had occurred, or that it was connected to this wild sex party I inadvertently hosted. Only because I've always been that guy who takes a shit ton of pictures and stores them in the cloud was I able to piece this back together, via a series of photos before during and after the sexy party and before during and after the Club Z night with Alex. They say a picture is worth 1000 words – in this case two pictures have generated quite a few more. As I said at the beginning of this, I’ve unearthed a lot more pictures that bring back memories that I’ve long since forgotten. I look forward to unpacking each of them slowly but surely and working to remember what I can and writing about them – it was both interesting and therapeutic for me. And as for the sex party and the night with Alex, what a fucking memory! -------------------------------------------- (POST NOTE: Also featured in pictures was a night at my apartment with one of my best friends a few weeks after the night with Alex. I made dinner, we wore pajamas, and drank and watched movies talking about our lives. He's one who I share everything with, and I remember telling him about this guy Alex and the wild night and mentioned casually that he kept staying over. My friend perked up and asked me what I meant, and I explained. My friend looked me dead in the face and said, "Dude, do you think he might be homeless. XXXX (our mutual friend) had the same thing happen with this guy for a few weeks and eventually the guy said he was homeless." I don't know if that is the case, but it makes a lot of sense and honestly, if I had known this, I would have expressed compassion in a different way, it just didn't occur to me that he might be. )

I am not an advocate for HIV. I am an advocate for raw sex. Right now raw sex comes with risks. If I could wave a magic wand and remove those risks I would. Yes I’d take the cure but could I get reinfected if I keep fucking raw? All my initial diagnosis did was remove the worries of getting it. Once I had it I just made the best (in my opinion) of it.

Chapter 7: Hitting my Marc By now my cock was raging, and I asked Marc if he was ready to get fucked. Marc immediately got on his back and put his legs in the air. Jimmy grabbed another drink and did exactly what he did to me, spitting some Jack on Marc's hole. Putting a condom on was odd to me, but pretty sure that by the end of the weekend I would be in Marc raw after what Jimmy had said earlier. I slowly entered Marc, carefully listening to his moans and looking directly into his eyes. When I thought he was uncomfortable I stopped and bent over to kiss him, and saying things like it's OK babe. I knew it would be a challenge to him, so tried to be encouraging. Although it rarely happened to me, I simply hated when a guy would simply ask if I was OK. I made slow passionate love to Marc. Just like my dad had made love to me. Seeing the joy in his eyes and the smile on his face, the moans of pleasure were all worth it. His hole felt absolutely amazing, even with a condom on. His ass muscles squeezed every last drop of my toxic cum from my cock. When I pulled out, Jimmy said you guys had all the fun, so I want all the cum. I let Marc clean my cock though. It was getting late, and we decided to take a quick shower. The bars were still open for another hour, and we didn't expect any of the few still in the dorm would be coming home before they closed. When we got to the bathroom, Marc said he had to piss, and headed to the urinal, when Jimmy grabbed him and said to wait for the shower. Jimmy and I immediately got on our knees and Jimmy said make us your urinal. There was nothing shy about Marc's bladder this time! He filled both our waiting throats with his golden nectar. Both of us had swallowed at least two mouthfuls of his favorable Jack and Coke piss. Marc said it was now his turn. We decided to start slowly by pissing on his chest, occasionally on his face. Marc was definitely enjoying it! At first he kept his eyes and mouth shut, but it wasn't long before he opened his mouth and put his tongue out to taste our piss. Once he licked his lips, we knew it was time to have him drink from our taps. We didn't fill his mouth, but gave him a good taste. He seemed to enjoy it. The alcohol in our piss definitely made the taste more enjoyable.

Evidence this pig loves servicing strangers at the gloryhole.

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

Part 3: Brrrrup. The sound of grindr notifications were echoing through my mind, as the sound of a person disrobing came from behind me. I couldn't see the person, as my head was locked and forced me to look forward at the screen that my captors were using to broadcast my future. I couldn't control what was going to happen to me, but I could see what was being planned and what was happening to me. It was an out of body experience in the best way. I was so turned on. I love seeing Grindr messages and emails and communications from others that were short, sweet, and dripping in sexual energy. My high mind and used hole were twitching with anticipation. The image of me in black & white on the right hand side showed a top down image that was cropped to show my ass, my lower and upper back, and all the way up to my face. The screen showed a bit of empty space in front my face and behind my ass, but not for long. I could hear the other person in the room approaching me and from the screen I could see the hard dick appear first. It was rock hard, pointing upwards towards the ceiling. Meanwhile, on the other side of the screen I could see the messages and notifications coming, with my captors responding. The message that was currently on the screen read, "Yeh. Someone is fucking him right now, just arrived. You can join if you want, or you can have him after?" The other person replied back, "On my way". I was too high to know where to focus. Do I stare at the screen, the video footage of me getting used, or do I close my eyes and focus on the sensations? Was I scared? Did I agree to this? Did that matter? I couldn't really ponder these questions, but as I failed to take the thinking much further, I felt the cock enter my hole. As he did, the top groaned just as he bottomed out. I couldn't stop watching myself being fucked. There was a bush sprouting up around my ass cheeks where the tops cock met his body. He was fully impaled in me and it was amazing to look at. I would know it was me and then forget, then I would realize again, and these realizations came in waves just like the feeling of the drugs. The top pulled out and plunged back in and started up a rhythm. I started huffing on the poppers. It had been a few moments since I had taken any poppers, too lost in thought about my previous fuck-escapades. The high of the drugs and the poppers met with a furious warmth and my brain lost as much control as my body had already experienced. I was so happy to be used. The top didn't say anything else except for his first few words when he entered and the initial groan. I just started at the video image of him pumping me deep and fast. He leaned forward over my body and the image was slightly obscured as he reached his arm around the front of me and pulled me back by the neck. The room was still dark, even with the screen portraying the messages and live footage. I could barely make out the shape and size of his arm as he pulled it around me, tightening on my neck. I heard the door open again and suddenly the screen shut off and the light in the room was gone. The top inside me kept plowing with an intensity that would have broken me if I wasn't high. The light in the room switched and suddenly everything took on a deep red glow like I was in a seedy darkroom at a bathhouse. My captors knew what they were doing. The top inside me kept plowing me as I heard the sounds of someone or some others enter the room. The top inside of me released my neck and let me fall down again a bit. My whole body was moving with his thrusts and my dick and balls were being slammed against the furniture I was strapped over. I was getting used to the rhythm and had my eyes staring aimlessly at the ground. I didnt want to look up, I barely could look anywhere anyway. I saw two pairs of bare feet lit up by the dark red light appear in front of me. I felt a dick swat my cheek followed by a command. "Suck me". I felt the dick on my face slide down my cheek and across my mouth. It came from the right. The pair of feet in front of me approached closer as well and I felt a second dick on my face from the other side. I opened my mouth and took in the dick from the right. The man inside me growled. Now I was being spit roasted with a dick on the side, my whole purpose to be in service of others. I was high, out of control, not knowing what day it was, who I was being used by, and what the rest of this day had in store for me. The dick in my mouth pulled out and was replaced by the dick to the left. This was a smaller uncut dick, with a dripping wet head. My mouth was smeared with precum. Again, another command was issued from my right. "Suck him. Get him ready for your ass fag". The top on the right moved away out of my limited sight, towards the back. I felt him trail my body with his hand as he moved towards my ass. The top inside me moved from being mostly on top of me to standing and plowing me in an upright position. His breath and movements became more intense, less rhythmic and more lost in my body. He made a few guttural noises and I felt a deep and hard slap on my ass as he bottomed out and spasmed. He held his jerking dick inside me while I had the smaller wet uncut dick in my mouth and another dick next to my body, waiting to use my hole next. The top inside groaned, "fuck" as he pulled out of me. I felt my asshole stay open, as if to invite the next top in. It didn't take long. I heard the sounds of shuffling and the dick that was in my mouth moments ago was now at the edge of my hole. I heard soft sounds of clothing being put on as this next dick was shoved in. The scene played itself out exactly as you could imagine. The top in my ass was loving my used and wet hole. The dick in my mouth was building up energy and intention for when it was the owner's turn to use my ass. The drugs kept me as high as ever. The two men who were left didn't talk, barely interacted, just the odd "fuck yeah" and grunt of encouragement to each other. The top inside me didnt last long. He pulled out and jerked his cockat the edge of my hole, cumming on my ass and then shoved it back in. "Yeh, take it bitch. Fuck". He plowed a few more times, milking his cock in my hole, and pulled out. The owner of the cock in my mouth paused, pulled out half way before saying, "you ready? Im not pulling out all like he did and Im gonna cum quick". I could feel cum leaking down my ass cheeks and cross my balls. I was mounted again quickly by this third top. His dick was already wet, engorged, and ready to use my hole from having some prep time from my mouth. As he fucked me I couldnt hear the other guy and I assumed the guy before him had already left. I felt ravenous. The top inside me didn't last long, a few minutes at most. As he built up to his climax he put his fingers in my mouth and pulled my head back. His fingers tasted awful, like they were covered in something acidic and metallic, but the flavour was soon replaced by warmth in my ass and in mouth. He was giving me more drugs while he was seeding my ass. He didn't linger in my asshole. A few shudders and gasps and he pulled out of my gaping hole. I heard him mutter a few words, then silence for a few moments, followed by the sound of a door opening and closing. I waited for something else to happen, some indication that I was going to be used again, but nothing. I waited in silence for a few moments. I was so horny that I couldn't stop grinding my dick into the furniture. By now everything under my hips was soaked with lube and cum. I was a wreck. I was fuzzy and had trouble focusing. The light in the room changed again as the screen came back on with black screen and white letters spelling out, "You get a break now. Enjoy it, because more men are on their way. Soon you will have some decisions to make. Till then, enjoy the show. Our subscribers surely will". The video changed again and I could see the footage again, except this time there were three different screens. There was the top down image from before, but also there was a wider shot showing more of the room, and a shot from what looked to be right from the screen in front of me highlighting my face and shoulders. I watched myself take a hit of poppers as a man approached me from behind. I realized, I was watching the scene from a few minutes ago. I was going to relive it. I took a hit of poppers and decided I would take this opportunity to enjoy it. At the bottom of the screen I saw messages coming in. "Fuck, this video is hot. He is going to get used." "What a fag" "Best videos on the web" I was being streamed. The people who had invited me over and put me in this position, were not just whoring me out, they were filming it and making money off of some sort of live stream. I took another hit of poppers. I guess I might as well enjoy the show before I become the show once again.

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.

A lot of guys have wanted to suck my cock or get fucked while I smoke a cigar. Seems to be a big thing with some oral bottoms — the idea of sucking off a man who's enjoying a cigar. Some get off verbal abuse. Some get off on full service while I kick back and enjoy a cigar. You'd have to ask bottoms what gets them off about it ... whether it's the masculine image, the smell, the look, whatever.

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.