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My first ever story. Hope it's not terrible! Enjoy x This place didn’t smell very good, and yet the smell made me even hornier. I needed this. I had been jerking to gay porn for months, although my girlfriend had no idea. I even bought her a new dildo which I had become far more familiar with than she had. I just had to at least have a guy blow me. Maybe I’d even blow him. Those cocks in the porn I watched looked so damn enticing. Surely a blow job would satisfy me, and I could move on from this phase. Today the urge had gotten too much. I was sliding the gifted dildo in and out of my hole when the brain in my dick had taken over and driven me to the sauna in town. Of course, I knew about this place. I fantasised about coming here often but never planned on it. Now I was here and naked in the semi dark. The occasional hand groped my ass as I walked around. I stumbled upon some booths and decided to collect my thoughts in relative safety. There were no screens as I had expected but there was two well sized glory holes in the walls. There was cum running down the one in front of me and it made me hard. An eye appeared above the cum and then a finger. I knew the signal, so I took a deep breath and slid my cock through. Holy hell this had to be the best cock sucker in the world. My girlfriend needed lessons from this guy. I really wasn’t going to last long but before I could shoot my load he stopped. So close. I pulled my cock out of the hole to take a look through when his own cock slid through to my side. I guess that was only fair and it wasn’t a huge scary thing it was about 6 inches. Same as my own. I knelt down and licked at the head before sucking it in as deep as I could. It tasted kind of weird, a mix of cum and other things as far as I could tell, and it was intoxicating. I sucked and licked for all I was worth. This wasn’t a phase. I needed this. Far too soon the cock pulled away. My unknown friend told me to place my ass against the hole. His voice was rough, and I felt like I had to obey. I was way too horny anyway and happily obliged, unsure though if I really wanted anyone to fuck me. I needn’t have worried as he slid his tongue between my cheeks causing me to involuntarily moan like a bitch. I pushed my ass against the hole as hard as I could to get more of these sensations. I guess someone had heard me moaning and joined the opposite booth and whilst moaning I suddenly had another cock in my face from the other side. I didn’t even hesitate and started to suck this new guy who was a little bigger. My attention was alternating between the tongue in my ass and the cock in my mouth and I was feeling totally out of control to my urges. The guy eating my hole starting inserting fingers, first one then some more licking, then two and more eating. I knew what he was doing but it felt so good I couldn’t stop myself even had I wanted to. Soon enough something bigger than some fingers was pushing its way into my now open hole. This was many times better than my dildo and I moaned around the cock in my mouth. The guy fucking me wasted no more time easing me into it and started to fuck me hard. The force was pushing me onto the other cock and for a slight second, I wished my girlfriend could see me right now. Almost totally lost in the moment my brain kicked me back to reality and the madness of letting some random guy fuck me without a condom. What the hell was I doing? My panic threatened to pull me out of the situation and off the bare cock in my ass but timing is everything and the cock in my mouth exploded. I was forced to swallow my first ever load and the distraction was just enough time for the guy behind me to slam home and hold his cock buried in me. Oh fuck. I wasn’t sure I could feel anything, but I knew he had just blasted a huge load of cum in my ass. I was conflicted, hornier than ever and scared like I’ve never been. I had cum in my mouth and in my ass, but my dick was harder than ever. The guy I sucked left his booth and the guy that just fucked me spun around and put his own ass against the hole. It had clearly already seen some action and there was a small biohazard tattoo on his left ass cheek. The internal fight raged but I surrendered and pushed my bare cock into the cummy hole. I needed this.

Caleb lifted his gaze and looked directly into Mr. Sanchez's eyes. "Yes, it is big." Mr. Sanchez paused as he held Caleb's gaze. "When it gets big like this, Caleb, it hurts. You don't want me in pain, do you?" Caleb paused and glanced back down again, partly out of nervousness but also out of curiosity. "No, sir." "Feel how hard it is. Go on." Caleb extended his hand tentatively, hoping he hadn't misunderstood what his teacher was asking of him. "Feel how hard it is," Mr. Sanchez repeated. Caleb let his fingers come into contact with Mr. Sanchez's stiff cock shaft. To Caleb's surprise, Mr. Sanchez's shaft felt even harder than it looked. "Unless you can help me fix this, Caleb, I'm going to have to let Principal Lenox know about what I saw you doing in the bathroom stall." Caleb's stomach vaulted into his throat. How he wished he had never installed those damn apps. He had been so excited to download them now that he was finally eighteen. How he had counted the months in anticipation. How could he have forgotten to put his phone on silent before getting to class this morning? "I'll tell you what. If you help me get rid of this pain you've caused, I'll let you off with a warning. I'd really hate to see you not graduate on time after all the hard work you've done. But you're going to have to work even harder right now to show me you're serious about making up for what you've done." Leaving his fingers on Mr. Sanchez's engorged member, Caleb looked back up. "I really didn't mean to hurt you, sir." "Alright, Caleb." With that, Mr. Sanchez wrapped one hand around Caleb's and made Caleb fully grip the teacher's cock firmly. Guiding the teen's hand up and down at the base of his cockhead, Mr. Sanchez focused on how the teen's grip gently tugged and rolled his foreskin over the tip of his large mushroom head. "So, Caleb, if you're going to help me while we're doing this, I'm going to need you to tell me the truth about a few things." "Yes, sir," Caleb replied as he continued stroking Mr. Sanchez. "What were you doing on that app in the boy's bathroom?" "Answering messages," Caleb answered without taking his eyes off his teacher's cock. "Messages from whom?" "Some guys." "Oh, some guys, huh? And what were these guys saying to you?" A drop of precum emerged from Mr. Sanchez's cockslit as he continued guiding his student's hand up and down his dick. "Mostly how they wanted to meet up." "Meet up for what? To do what? Be specific, Caleb." Mr. Sanchez enclosed his hand more tightly around Caleb's, increasing the pressure from the teen's grip around the teacher's precum-leaking dick. Caleb paused before replying, "For sex." Mr. Sanchez confirmed his understanding with an "mhmm." A big drop of precum dripped from the teacher's cock onto Caleb's forearm. "Remind me how old you are, Caleb." "I just turned eighteen." "I'm going to need to unlock your phone, Caleb." "I don't know if that's a good idea, sir." "Is that so? Well, it's not a request. Would you rather I call the Principal in here so you can show him whatever it is you don't want to show me?" Caleb wondered for a moment how Principal Lenox would react to seeing Mr. Sanchez's hard cock being stroked by a student. "No, sir." "I didn't think so." With his one free hand, Mr. Sanchez reached behind himself, grabbed Caleb's phone from the top of a filing cabinet, and held the screen in front of Caleb's face to unlock it. Caleb's teacher fiddled with the phone for a few minutes while never even so much as slowing the forced handjob. Caleb's heart raced inside his chest. A much thicker glob of precum leaked from Mr. Sanchez's manhood onto Caleb's forearm as Mr. Sanchez continued scrolling and swiping. "Keep stroking me," Mr. Sanchez stated without looking up. Caleb felt his teacher's hand release Caleb's as Caleb took over stroking his teacher. Mr. Sanchez began manipulating the phone with both hands. After several screenshot sounds and then a bunch of typing, Caleb listened to his teacher sending off several messages, some clearly inside the hookup apps. Others sounded like text messages. Caleb trembled as he wondered what was going on but didn't dare ask. He gripped his teacher's cock with more vigor than before in an effort to appease Mr. Sanchez, or at the very least to distract him. Another glop of precum escaped Mr. Sanchez's foreskin and oozed onto Caleb's hand. Caleb couldn't help but admire how productive Mr. Sanchez's balls had been during this disciplinary encounter. The smell of his teacher's precum roused Caleb's cock from the grip of nervousness. The teen's dick awakened to the seductive odor of this older man's pre-ejaculate. Mr. Sanchez returned the phone to its former position atop the filing cabinet. The teacher swatted his student's hand away from its manual seduction and without a word spun Caleb around to face the opposite wall. Caleb felt Mr. Sanchez's hands confidently yank the teen's pants to the floor, exposing his naked lower half. "Not even underwear, Caleb?", Mr. Sanchez asked without surprise as he swirled one finger in the overflowing precum dripping from his foreskin. "Don't know how I missed that detail in the bathroom." Caleb felt the wetness of his teacher's finger massaging the outside of the teen's warm, tight hole. "Caleb, I have to say, you're even nastier than I first thought when I saw that party listing of yours before school this morning." Caleb stayed quiet while Mr. Sanchez fingered precum into his student's compliant hole. "Bend over and spread your cheeks." Caleb obliged. "There are some really disgusting men you're talking to on those apps. Do you know that?" "Disgusting, Mr. Sanchez?" Caleb felt the wet tip of Mr. Sanchez's uncut cock pressing at the entrance to the teen's hole. "Of course you wouldn't know. How could you when you haven't even asked any of them a single question?" "No, sir." Mr. Sanchez slowly pressed the tip of his cock just inside the opening to Caleb's rectum. Caleb winced. "I see you haven't even bothered to ask even one of them to show you their face, have you?" Again, Caleb was silent, hoping the question was rhetorical. Mr. Sanchez spat on his cock and pressed further into his student's velvety insides. Caleb moaned. "Too bad you put me in this position, Caleb." "I'm sorry, Mr. Sanchez," Caleb replied as his teacher slowly pressed his engorged cock deeper into his student. "You're mistaken if you think those men you've been chatting with were going to rubber up, you little slut. Besides, I thought you said you wanted to help me get rid of the pain you caused my dick." "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." "I'd rather your insides do the apologizing, boy." Caleb felt Mr. Sanchez press his meaty raw cock further into the teen's warm rectum. "In any case, you're going to need lots of help opening this tight hole of yours up if you want to be servicing all these [banned word] you've been talking to online." Caleb gasped in pain as Mr. Sanchez pressed his raw cock fully into his student. "If I catch you jacking off in the school bathroom again with those apps popping off like that for everyone to hear, I don't think I'm even going to bother bringing you here into the privacy of my office. You understand me, boy?" Mr. Sanchez began easing his spit-lubed raw dick back and forth inside Caleb. "Yes, sir." Caleb started imagining what Mr. Sanchez would make him do in the boy's bathroom but his focus was soon stolen by the intense pressure of Mr. Sanchez's surging meat pressing painfully into the walls of his tight hole. "If you're not careful, Caleb, everyone at St. Denis High is going to end up knowing what a nasty little slut you are. Is that what you want?" Mr. Sanchez continued grinding his meat into his student, picking up pace. Something in Caleb stirred, and it wasn't just from the raw dick assaulting his insides: it was the thought of everyone knowing what he really desired, his secret lust for every human adult walking around with a cock between their legs. Caleb's teen dick swelled as his teacher started pounding harder. Just then Caleb heard Mr. Sanchez snapping a pic behind him and then the sound of a message being sent. "You know, Caleb, many of us here at St. Denis already know what you've been up to online. Mr. Martin for one has been talking about the pictures you've been sending him for weeks." Mr. Martin, the janitor?, Caleb wondered. There was no way to be sure who all the men he had been messaging were since Caleb didn't ever ask to see their faces. Mr. Sanchez could feel the orgasm that was swiftly approaching. "You ready to take my load, slut?" "Yes, sir!" Caleb's hard-on had lent him a new-found enthusiasm as he finally began to appreciate the favor Mr. Sanchez was doing for him. Mr. Sanchez began dick-slamming the teen's hole with such force that surely the sound of the ass pounding could be heard in the hallway outside. Just then Caleb felt Mr. Sanchez shudder powerfully as he groaned, releasing the full force of his semen into Caleb's soft insides. Caleb had never felt a raw dick cumming so forcefully before. The pressure of the cum squirting deep into his guts made him yearn for more. The pounding having stopped but with Mr. Sanchez's softening manhood still lodged inside Caleb, the teacher spoke, "You're keeping my load inside you all day, you understand? At lunch time, I want you back in here in my office. I'm going to check to make sure you've done exactly as you're told. Don't think your punishment is over. You've still got a lot of making up to do." "Yes, Mr. Sanchez." Mr. Sanchez let his softening dick slowly deflate inside his student. * * *

Some of you who have read my posts know I have a much younger live-in fuckboy, Drew. You will know I fuck and breed his arse almost every day. I also fuck several of his buddies and he gets regularly fucked by my buddies. Last week I surprised him by offering up my arsehole and mouth to him in any way he wanted. He jumped at the offer and said he’d sort out a session. That happened last night. I was looking forward to it but he wouldn’t tell me what was gunna go down. He put me In our sling - only my second time in it. He got on his knees and started to eat out my ass. I love that and instantly got hard. While he was eating my hole, the doorbell rang. He said that was the other guys who were gunna use my arse. Soon, he led in his buddies Ryan and Dwayne and my buddy, Steve into the room. The were all naked and fully erect. Drew, Ryan and Dwayne all have handsome cocks about 6 to 7 inches but Steve is much bigger with a massive thick shaft and a huge helmet. I begged him not to let Steve fuck me first as I can barely take his cock even after I’ve been opened up. Drew reminded me that I’d offered up my arse any way he wanted. With that he got on his knees and started sucking Steve’s cock, getting it good n wet. After a few minutes he spat on my hole and fingered it into me. He looked at Steve and said “you’re first up” Steve stood between my legs and grunted “you ready buddy?” I just gritted my teeth as he pressed his massive helmet on my hole and forced his shaft deep inside me. He didn’t hold back and pushed hard until his balls were hard on my arse. He started to fuck me - long deep thrusts. It fukkin hurt and I was moaning. After a few minutes Drew said “stop, you’re gunna ruin his arse for the rest of us” Steve pulled out and Ryan shoved his cock in me. That was a relief - Ryan has got a beaut thick cock but I took him ok. He fucked me hard and shot his load in me - it felt good and his sperm soothed my stretched chute. Next, Dwayne was between my legs fucking me hard. I reallly felt him cum - he shoots a big load and he emptied his balls in me. Next Drew was in my hole. He fucked me good - he loved it and grunted “Aww dad, I’m gunna breed you” He shot a good load inside me. Finally big Steve was between my legs. This time, although he’s massive he fully penetrated me quite easily as I was open and relaxed and I had 3 loads lubing my arse. He’s a brute and he pounded my arse hard. He grunted like a bull “buddy, I’m fukkin seeding you now.” Man I felt his sperm flooding my hole. I just lay in the sling hole wide open and leaking 4 loads and I was still hard as fuck. They made me get on my knees and suck their sperm off their cocks. Sometimes I fucking love being used. After our buddies went home Drew and I got into bed. He said he enjoyed watching me being group fucked and he wanted to watch even more of our buddies breed me. He spooned me and shoved his hard cock back in my cum-filled hole. He felt so good inside me. He softly moaned and whispered "I'm shootin inside you dad".

My daddy took care of my ass tonight, put his biggest dildo into my hole after breeding me

My hole is hungry as fuck tonight!

He walked out again instead of staying over. My ex, my first, my fucking everything. We had broken up almost three months ago, and he still would drop by the apartment to hang out with me almost every day. But he would never sleep over and never entertain the thought of getting back together even tho we spent all our time together. I don't know why we ended up breaking up it was a shock, he just did it one day, but now nights were the loneliest they'd ever been. So when the nights get lonely I did what every lonely gay man does: I logged onto A4A. Some time earlier I had put up a few discreet shirtless pics and one where I arched backwards, just to get boys talking, but I didn't really having any intention of connecting with anyone who responded to my profile. I'm 23 5'5", 145 pounds, a 28 inch waist, fairly muscular smooth Hispanic. Yeah, I got a lot of offers. More than one guy at my gym would recognize and approach me, and afterwards spend countless small talk emails begging for me to 'Test drive' his cock, or 'bitch bounce' for them. I must admit, I got a nice rubbery one reading the comments. I would talk to them for a bit then jack off, but tonight, I had actually been allowed to cuddle with my ex and I was so horny when he left I did the pathetic thing and asked him to fuck me. But he just smiled, kissed my head, ear and neck, and left. The sexual tension was so intense my thick, seven inch cock was rock hard and dripping before I even logged onto A4A. I scrolled through the emails and then profiles till one made me stop. FUKYNGBREDEEP 39 years old. 6'6 220lbs. I couldn't help but click to get a better look. There was only a torso pic of a light skinned man with a beautiful body, hairy chest, pecs that looked bigger than my head and arms that could crush Grandma Smith apples into apple juice. Then there was the profile itself LOOKING TO FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF YOUNG BOYS. YOU DOWN, HIT ME UP. LOOKING FOR YOUNG BOYS WITH A TIGHT ASS. MUST BE WILLING TO PLEASE ME IN EVERY WAY I WANT. MUST BE UNDER 25. NO EXCEPTIONS. I WILL ASK FOR ID IF YOU LOOK OLDER THAN 25. I"M ONLY INTO YOUTHFUL BOYS. NO SHAME IN MY GAME. I KNOW WHAT I WANT AND I GET IT. POPPING CHERRIES ALL OVER THE WORLD, MAKING SMALL DICKED MEN HATE ME. LOL Profession: EAT FUCK BREED. Top. 10 Inches Uncut Anything Goes POZ My mouth was wide open reading the description of ten inches, and then closed when I read poz. I closed the profile, and got a drink and went on with my browsing. Before I finished my drink, I clicked his profile again, I read it and go turned on. I closed it and shook my head. But before 20 minutes passed I opened it again, and that's when he messaged me. "You want it" Was all the message said. I read it four times just trying to think of the possible responses, "Yeah it nice but..." "No way!" "Confident are we?" But before I could send any of it he messaged me again. "I'm logging off, call me." And left his number and logged off. I shook my head while still staring at his profile. I walked away from my computer preparing to jack off, when I got a text message from my ex saying he was sorry etc etc. I looked at the number on the screen of the computer and slowly typed it into my phone. I hit call, and the voice on the side of the receiver made my throat go dry. A gruff manly baritone answered. "Yo." "H-hey" I responded "I'm the...." "I know," he cut in, asking simply "Where are you?" I answered before I could stop myself. "You're close by," he responded. "Come over." "I don't hook up" I replied. "We don't have to hook up. I can't rape you, I'd go to prison. Come over. Two hot guys chilling out. If you want I'll show you my dick and you can leave whenever you want. Just come over. You know you want to see me." I couldn't help but smile. "Yeah...ok." He gave me the address and I got in my car and drove over. It was close, maybe a 15 minute drive and I was in a neighborhood of decent houses. At the end of the street was a house that looked to be a duplex. I texted my arrival. In about a minute a shirtless, pajama bottom wearing sex god was standing in front of his home. His hairy chest and abs were even more defined in real life and he looked so enormous my mouth dropped before I exited my car. He smiled and shook my hand firmly. He had green eyes and a thick 5 o'clock shadow. I followed him inside and he grabbed a beer as I followed him down a hall up a flight of stairs and into a messy bedroom. The king sized bed was tossed and had a distinct smell, but while I was noticing the room and the big screen which was playing a silent porno, my host had taken off his pj bottoms revealing a hairy thick muscle ass, and as he turned around hanging between his legs was an huge soft cock that seemed as long as half his thigh. I inhaled suddenly and coughed as though I was choking just from looking at it. He smiled. "It's eight inches soft," he announced grinning with obvious pride. For several seconds I stood there silent, completely stunned. Other than porn, I'd only seen my ex's cock up close, and he was fairly sized, but this guy's cock was insane. "You're HIV positive" was the only thing that spurted from my mouth. He laughed and turned to look at the TV, his monster dick swinging as he did. "Yup" he replied, taking a swing of beer. "I'm sorry I...I should go. I don't know what I'm doing." I turned to leave the house, but before I could reach the door and he strode across the room and stood in front of the door. "Touch it" he invited me. I stuttered meaninglessly. "Touch it," he repeated, "You know you wanna, feel it." And with that he guided my hand to his hairy bull sized balls. I felt them in each hand and looked up as he shut his eyes and breathed deeply. The cock was already the size of my forearm and so heavy when I took the shaft in my hand I stroked slightly down I heard him chuckle. He put his arm around my neck and guided me too the bed. He laid down there while I sat between his legs, his cock pointing at me, and I found myself stroking his hardening growing cock. He watched the porn on the TV screen behind me, every so often looking at me and smiling while I stroked up and down his giant shaft until it reached it's full length and girth. I was in awe. It was a beast of a dick, heavy and full. And then I noticed that as I stroked upwards, a large bead of precum appeared at the tip and began to drip down the shaft. When I did it again even more precum began to slip out. "Fuck," I breathed softly. I heard his chuckle and found him gazing at me somewhat amusedly. "You like cum?" he asked. I shrugged, truth was, i loved it the taste the feeling when my ex's cock would erupt inside me. We were each others first, so we barebacked all the time, but this was completely different. It was like I'd turned on a faucet, more and more precum began to pour from the tip with each stroke and now my hand was sticky and slimy covered with this dangerous spread. "Get comfortable," he suggested as he leaned toward me and began to help me pull of my shirt. I kicked off my jeans and now he was smiling but differently. Something hungry was in his eyes. "You're a hot lil fucker, aren't you?" I smiled continue to stroke his increasingly slick dick. "You like getting rimmed?" I looked at him and nodded. I knew I had a nice ass, even straight guys would say so, besides a lil rimming would be fine, My ass was begging for something. Anything. So I slipped off my underwear and turned around showing him my butt. "Damn boy!" he remarked. I smiled as he put his hands on my hips and guided my butt to his mouth. "Ohhhhhhhh......fuuuuuuuuck" finally erupted from my mouth when his tongue met my hole. I could feel his warm tongue opening me up and shoving itself deeper into me. "Ohhhhh.....fuuuuuuuuck!!" I said again as i felt his teeth abraded against my hole. "You're tight boy!" he remarked. Almost automatically I began to gyrate and grind my hips back toward his face."Fuck yeah!" he said and began eating again vigorously. I was holding onto his monster cock like a pole for support as he ate and ate and chewed and licked and tongue fucked me. I was losing my mind it felt so good. The whole while I stared at his giant daddy dick looking at me dripping salivating begging for me take it in my mouth. And the dick's owner was wildly tongue-fucking me like I had never been rimmed before. His hands worked all over my ass and body and his tongue moved with aggression and force that i could feel his tongue being inserted and withdrawn as he sucked and ate me out. My eyes rolled back with my head and before I could stop myself I took the head of his cock into my mouth. My mouth felt so full with just the head and I felt him moaning "Yeaaah!" into my ass I moved my head up n down and side to side sucking up his poz precum. It tasted so thick and good I moaned loudly on it while I tried to work my mouth down his shaft, but I could barely take it half way. The volume of our moaning increased as we pleasured each other, until finally he lifted me off his cock and, as I got on all fours, he knelt in front of me, presenting me with more cock to suck. Groaning in pleasure, I took it into my mouth as he gently pushed his dick into my throat. "That's it, boy." He spoke gently remarking "Your mouth is like an ass. It can take it. It can swallow my whole dick." I grunted with approval at his suggestion. Taking my head into his big hands, he slowly began to fuck my throat. I choked and gagged. "Nah nah nah, boy, relax," he remarked, adding "It's just like taking it up your ass. Relax and let it get wet. Let it all drool down. It will help you take it. Yeah, yeah, there you go, there you go. Yeah, let it pour down your chin make it wet." I was coughing up on my chin and a puddle was forming on the sheets as my drool and snot was falling from my mouth and deeper and deeper his cock pushed into my mouth it was heaven. He took one hand and wiped some off the drool cough up from my chin and began rubbing it on my hole. I gasped and moaned as he worked a large we digit into my wet ass and opened it up. He pulled me off his cock and laid me on my back and continued working his finger in my hole. "Oh yeah you like that don't you boy?" I nodded as he worked his finger in and out of me making me gasp and moan with each intrusion. "Yeah, you want some more?" I nodded as he pushed a second finger into my hole. twisting and turning them I moaned and gyrated under him. "Fuck yeah" I moaned "Oh god fuck yes." "Yeah taste these fingers, boy, they taste good." I took his two fingers in my mouth and sucked, tasting my ass juices. I grunted in approval and sucked away as i felt his cock pushing against my hole, teasing it. "Wanna feel how this dick feels in that boy pussy?" I looked deep at him as he pushed his dick against my hole lining it up. "Tell me you wanna feel this dick, boy." My breath quickened as he applied pressure but I said nothing. He pressed harder, I could feel the head slipping in slowly as he pumped again and again until finally,"You want this cock, boy?" "Fuck yes sir!" POP! My hole swallowed the head. "Oh GOD! FUCKKKKK!" I felt his cock split my ass he pumped slowly . My ass was tight but he knew what he was doing. He pushed in an inch, stopped to let me adjust, just pumping back and forth till he felt me moaning then pushed further. He entered me slowly, his death stick opening me deeper and deeper. My head rocked from side to side and I spread my legs apart. He held my ankles I could see his muscles and veins pumping with the same controlled ferocity of his cock. After about 15 minutes of this entry I reached down between my ass and felt still another three inches of rock hard thick cock against my hole begging to slide home. I left my hand there and felt as slowly they too entered into me watching him watch me till i was holding his balls resting on my hole. "YEEAAAAH!!!" he growled and I could feel the growl resonating in my ass vibrating inside me. Then it began. He pulled back and fucked. I screamed as he did again And again. Again and again. "OH MY GOD!!!!" I yelled and held on to his shoulders where my ankles rested as he fucked again and again. I could feel his cock pounding in my head and in the head of my dick it felt like i would cum with every thrust. I yelled again and again as he fucked deeper and deeper pulling out more and more fucking me. I could barely breath as he drove me into his headboard again and again. "FUUUUUUCKKKK!!!" I again yelled as he grabbed my ankles forced them above my head to touch the headboard and began to let gravity drop his monster into me. Then he suddenly he pulled out of me and pulled me down the bed. I tried to catch my breath, and he flipped me over and pulled my ass up. Then in a fluid motion he sank his dick back into my ass, balls deep, doggy style, and holding my hips as he pistoned fucked me. WIth a free hand he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as he fucked relentlessly into me. I was lost feeling so open and taken control of that when he flattened me out on my stomach I couldn't help but push my ass back on him as his muscle body fucked me from above n behind. He rolled over and now I rode him bouncing as hard as I could. He turned me around dick still inside me and forced me on my back ankles wide as he continued to climb on me and fuck me again on my back. "You ready baby." he finally growled "I'm gonna fucking poz this hole. You will never be the same and you will belong to me." I looked back at him terrified. "Tell me you want this poz load, baby!" I bite my lip as he picked up speed. "SAY YOU WANT MY LOAD, BOY." "FUCK YES. GIVE ME YOUR LOAD. FUCK I WANT YOUR POZ CUM!" I felt him erupt inside my hole. Cum was filing me up fast as string after string blew into my body. I moaned and touched myself, but he held my hands above me. "I said I would poz you, baby. I'm not done." He kept fucking me. I could feel the poz load running in and out of my ass as he flipped me me into various positions, fucking continuously. I passed out in the middle of it, and woke up he was fucking me face down on the pillow unloading another load into my ass. He fucked me three times that night. When he finally pulled his cock out of my ass, both my ass and his cock were coated with cum and blood. My hole gaped wide, and we both reeked of sweat and sex. I crawled off the bed, dressed, and he ushered me out the door. I stumbled to my car and somehow drove home where I stripped, climbed into bed, and touched my hole, feeling load after load of his poz cum beginning to drip out of my body. My phone buzzed. It was another text from my ex asking if I could hangout. I licked some of the cum from my hole off my finger. Sure, I thought. Why the fuck not?

I think I must have been in the sling for a good couple of hours, but eventually everyone in attendance seemed to be worn out and the evening came to an end. I was absolutely knackered, quite sore, but oh so satisfied. After a plug was pushed into me to allow the loads in there to really simmer, I was hauled out of the sling so I could share one last nightcap with a few of the men who hung around, before I limped off back up to the bedroom. I took a quick shower, making sure to keep the plug in place, and then collapsed into bed and pretty much passed out. The next morning I was woken by sunlight coming in through the rather thin curtain on the window, and I lay there for a while as I processed the previous day. I had taken so, so many loads, all of them poz, and I knew there was now a pretty good chance I was infected and just waiting to seroconvert. However, I knew I had more in store as I was here for the whole weekend, something that made me quite excited despite the ache in my rear end. The plug was still in place, and I decided to just leave it there if I could take it. I eventually roused myself, got dressed in a T-shirt, hoodie, tracksuit bottoms and trainers I had brought with me, and headed out into the kitchen to see whether there was any means of getting a coffee. There was a jar of rather stale looking instant granules that did not appeal, so I headed downstairs to see what was what. There was no sign of Peter or any of the other guys, and so I went back upstairs and grabbed my cap and car keys. I then headed back down and out to my car, jamming a bit of card in the door mechanism to stop myself getting locked out of the warehouse. I had to get in the car carefully to avoid doing myself an injury from the plug inserted in my rear, and then drove off towards the retail park I had seen on my way in yesterday. I was glad to find a drive-thru coffee shop so I wouldn’t have to negotiate getting in and out of the car, despite the sordid appeal of standing in front of a barista while dozens of plugged-in toxic loads stewed inside me. Coffee and a couple of pastries bought, I pulled over in the car park and had a moment of quiet while I enjoyed my breakfast. For the first time since the previous day I thought to check my phone, but was not surprised to see no messages from my sons who were no doubt busy with the socialising that comes from the start of a uni year. After browsing social media for a bit, and smoking a couple of cigarettes, I decided I was done. I headed back to the warehouse, where I noticed a utility truck in the forecourt that had not been there before. I parked up and headed back inside, the door now propped open with a bar indicating there was definitely someone inside. “Hello?” I called as I came back in. “Ah, you’re back” said Peter, coming out of his office. “I thought you might have done a runner.” “No chance” I said, smiling. “I just needed a strong coffee and something to eat.” “Fair enough” he replied. “You still plugged?” “Oh yes” I said. “Bet you’re sore” he said, chuckling. “Fuck yeah” I replied, laughing too, “but still ready for whatever’s coming next.” “Glad to hear it” Peter said. “As it happens, a couple of club regulars who couldn’t make it last night are in there waiting for you.” I gulped, and then looked towards the door into the main room. I guess I hadn’t reckoned on this second day of fun starting so soon. “In you go” Peter said, gesturing towards the door. “They’re both on the clock and need to get back.” I hesitated for a moment longer, and then headed into the main room. Sure enough, there were were two large men in work overalls standing around, both midway through a cigarette. “Oy oy” said one of them, as I came in. “Are you our cumdump?” “I am” I said, a little nervously. “Good lad” he replied. “How about you get those clothes off and bend over this drum?” He gestured towards an old oil drum that had a bit of cloth on the top, which I guess would make it more pleasant to lean against. I paused a moment, then walked over to it. I stripped out of my T-shirt and hoodie, then pulled my trousers down over my shoes so that I was not barefoot. That left me standing there wearing only a pair of Reebok Classics and a large buttplug. I then bent over the drum, looking away from the two men. A hand touched my buttocks, and immediately moved to the plug. I felt it wiggle a couple of times, before the painful sensation of it being pulled from me. My anal muscles eventually gave way and it popped out, and I felt some of the cummy contents of my colon hit my leg as they escaped. Without any further ado, whichever of the two men it was put his cock at my hole and pushed in, filling me to the hilt in one thrust. He then started hammering into me, which was painful but also so good. He fucked without much of a word, just using me as a sheath for his cock, until he got close to climax at which point he started yelling about his toxic cum. A moment later he filled me up with that cum, starting off my second day of posing. He pulled out and his mate immediately replaced him, jackhammering even faster until he blew his load in me without a word. I was truly just a cumdump to them, without any of the camaraderie that there had been the night before. I liked it. I remained bent over while the two of them got their clothes on and left, saying nothing more to me. I was about to stand up straight again when I felt another hand on my buttocks, followed by a cock at my hole. “Would be a shame to leave you with just two loads from this session” said Peter, before he pushed himself into me for the umpteenth time. He was in less of a frantic mood than the other two guys had been, and this turned into quite a length fuck that I really enjoyed despite the ache in my hole. Much like the second guy had been, Peter was quiet throughout, just getting on with giving me a really good seeing to until he blew his load. “There, that should do for now” he said a little breathlessly, as he withdrew from me. “Can’t have you worn out before this afternoon.” “What’s this afternoon” I asked, standing up straight and turning to face him. “We’re going on a picnic” he said, smiling at me. “A picnic?” I asked. “Yep” he said, still smiling. “There’s a place we know that you’re going to love.” His smirk told me all I needed to know. We were heading outdoors, and on the menu there was only one thing: me. Awesome. [to be continued]

Matty got off the train and headed to his hotel room for a couple of days. He arrived early after last day of school. He didn’t tell his brothers, so he could have couple of days to himself, and no real need to explain what he was doing. Matty started to get hard as he started thought about his plans. He has always had a fantasy or fetish of chasing HIV, but just never acted on it. He’d only messed around with a couple of friends in school, and only once bare with known school virgin. Now he has set with a plan for a hook up that guaranteed to poz him up. Matty has been chatting on BBRTS for a little bit, even a few phone sex chats when he could. Then about two weeks ago Bart contacted him. Bart lives in the area he and his brothers are from. Bart calls himself a Conversion Master, and has converted over 50 guys, either himself or has been the conduit for their conversion. Matty was going to Bart’s playhouse today, and Bart was going to see to his pozzing. Through their discussions Bart said he has a perfect plan, and he thinks Matty will love it. Bart has a couple of younger recent converts, and sent him pictures of their pectorals showing their biohazard tattoos which looked recent, and pictures of their cocks. Both guys were uncut with lots of foreskin like himself, which really pushed all sorts of buttons for Matty. Matty’s pozzing will be for an audience of about ten other guys, but only the two younger guys will be a part of Matty’s pozzing. Matty had a little bit of time at the motel, that Bart set him up at, so he decided to shower before heading out. While in the shower, Matty notice an extra hose which ended in some that looked like an enema tube. Well, this was the only gay owned motel here, so that’s probably what it is. Matty read about these in some porn sites. He soaped the end up good and it slid real easy up his ass, causing his dick to bounce a little and a small drop of precum to drip. He turned the nozzle dial just a little and some of the warm shower water started flowing up into his ass. The feeling of the warm flow into him caused him to moan in pleasure, and his cock to leak more precum. Matty let it flow into him just a short moment, then turned it off, and stood there rubbing his belly. He dashed out of the shower to let go into the toilet. Matty finished up, and headed out. Matty drive to the address Bart gave him. All during his drive Matty was rock hard and leaked precum anytime his dick pulsed. He walked up to a warehouse like building, with a very visible hard on. and rather large wet spot, and rang the bell. Bart opened the door wearing only a white jockstrap, his full hairy chest with its biohazard tat on full display. “You ready baby boy for end of your.chasing? Well, by the looks of big lump and wet spot, I’d say the boy is more than ready.” While saying this, Bart reached out to Matty’s crotch and ran his finger across the soaked through sticky wet spot, and licked his finger of the sweet goodness. “Gotta love a heavy leaker! Fun to look at, and fun to taste.” Matty followed Bart into the medium to dimly lit building, and was shown to a largish locker room. “Ok my little Poz Chaser, change out of your clothes into what is on the bench, ring the bell by the that door there when ready, and the. put on the goggles that are on the bench. It’ll be like wearing a blindfold, but you’ll see a little bit of shapes and things, sort of like like through a very heavy frosted glass. This will enhance your senses and fun.” Before walking off, Bart reached over and ran his finger against Matty’s very large wet spot and got some more cock nectar, and licked his finger. “While you’re changing, be sure you sample some of your last pure, sweet, negative, precum. This may be one of the last times.” Matty was left in the locker room alone. Looking around, there were about 40 lockers a little like was in your school locker room with the medium sized squares for ventilation, and from the look of it, about a third of the lockers were used. He now had a chance to pay attention to the smells, which had the typical smells of a locker room. Lots of man body scent, multiple colognes, a little bit of stale pee, but then you could also smell the distinct odor of semen and sex. All these smells together made Matty’s cock that much harder. Matty stepped up to an empty locker next to the white clothes and goggles left on a bench for him. He began to quickly strip off his clothes and put them into the locker. As he peeled of his nylon boxer briefs, he saw just how wet the entire front of them were with his precum and he could help for bring them up to his face and just inhale his smell and suck out some of the sticky liquid. Doing this made his cock flex some and drool out even more precum. As he put his wet underwear into the locker, he reached down to his cock and collected a good sized glob of the clear sticky, sweet liquid drooling out of his foreskin, and put his finger in his mouth savoring his sweet nectar. Matty has always loved precum and cum. Standing fully naked in the locker room made Matty more horny, and his dick continued to drool, making a long thin thread to the ground. He picked up the clothes, a very loose almost paper shirt and a jockstrap, then the goggles. The jockstrap had something like fly built in, it was a hole probably slightly larger around than his hard dick and a flap that stayed down by velcro covering the hole. He stepped into the jockstrap, which it felt pretty soft against his balls, and absorbed his precum quickly, he liked how the straps hugged his butt checks. He then slipped on the light shirt, which also was light and soft against his skin, sort of like stretched out cotton ball, it came down to just below the top on the jockstrap. Matty then walked over to the door and slipped on the goggles. He could see it was light, and barely make out the difference between the door and the wall, he knew were the buzzer button was but couldn’t actually see it. He felt on the wall and pressed the button. The door was opened almost immediately by Bart, though Matty couldn’t tell who it was only a blurry blob that moved. Matty knew it was Bart by his voice. “All ready for your pozzing like a good boy. Look at you, the guys will love you. Already a soaked through jock too. Let’s bring you over to the arena for all the guys to see you, and let the pozzing begin.”

When someone says he wants to eat my ass, I approach the request with some trepidation. On the one hand, done properly, anilingus has a pronounced effect on me, turning me into the anilinguist’s mindless sex drone, lost in a hypnotic fog of exquisite sensation. But note the word: analingus - as in tongue. Not teeth. Why do some men seem to interpret “eating” literally, to include biting and chewing one of the most delicate, sensitive areas of the anatomy? I just had to stop a guy who was going pretty much full cannibal on my cunt, biting with teeth, chewing, reaching in with a finger to rake at the inside as though to try to prolapse me outward (I don’t prolapse), which he did having stripped away all lubrication from my hole with his tongue that would have eased the entry of his finger.

Wish he fuck my hole

So on Thanksgiving I had said goodbye to my son Kyle and his boyfriend Mario. Mario had whispered into my ear that’s a load he dropped in my ass first thing this morning could be toxic. The plan was for them to come back at Christmas break and that time hopefully Kyle woul be knocked up and then the two of them could make sure that I got the Christmas gift I wanted. I went back inside and stretched out on my bed again. Just remembering Mario fucking ass and driving a huge load up into me was enough to make me get hard again. I could see Mario in my mind. His smooth perfect skin, his beautiful nickel sized nips, and the biohazard tat on his pec. That gorgeous cock with its dark brown hood made my mouth water all over again. Shorts off I reached down and fingered my wet hole. Was slick with Mario’s seed. I put two fingers up in myself and started rubbing his cum into my ass walls. I moaned as my hole stretched out to accommodate another finger. I just kept working that, sloppy whore with three fingers. Then I slipped in another. I was jamming in my four fingers hard and deep. My cock was getting harder by the second I’m dripping pre-come. I could just imagineMario’s cock still in me. Slipping out almost all the way and slamming back up into me. I could feel his hands on my hips and his lips sucking the sides of my neck. Without even thinking about it I shove my hand even deeper into my hole. No matter how deep my hand went I still felt Mario’s, inside of me. I moaned out loud and brought my legs up. As soon as my legs were up my whole hand slipped up into my ass. In my mind Mario was coming into meAgain and again and again. Pulse after pulse of toxic seed firing into my unprotected hole. I twisted my hand inside my ass and said out loud,” fuck you give me aids. Fucking give me aids. Fill me with that toxic dna. I fucking want aids babies turning my body into its host.” my cock started spasming and come shot out of it hitting me in the face and covering my chest with his sweet stickiness. And moaned and arched my back and as I did so my hand slipped out of my ass. I instinctively dragged that hand through all the cum on my chest and began to lick it off. The taste of my own semen was perfect. I slowly came down off the orgasm. I was getting drowsy and continued to suck and lick on my cummy fingers. I fell asleep again with my fingers in my mouth and then dreamed of fucking my son Kyle again. And in my dreams my younger son watched us stroking his own cock. In my dream my younger son said, “I want to be next dad. Please let me be next. I’ll do anything if you and Kyle will fuck me and make me part of your is aids family.” My younger son started coming just as I was coming into Kyle again. Kyle was cumming in the dream. All three of us, me and my two sons, we’re filling my dream time with a river of semen. I was startled out of the dream by my phone ringing.

Part 34: Peter's Big Move (Will’s Perspective) “Harder,” I cried, my hands grasping Dom’s arms as he tightened his grip on my nipples, causing a surge of pain and pleasure to rush through my body. My hole tightened around his cock, milking him for his toxic load. “Oh, fuck!” “What does my boy want?” Dom asked, twisting my nipples, causing my ass and lower back to lift off the bed, his dick nearly popping out. “I want your load,” I moaned, my body overwhelmed by everything my body sensed. The pain from his twisting caused my nerves to fire off, mixing with the pain from his cock slamming into my hole. There was a chill from the sweat covering my body, but I was flushed, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. We’d been fucking for nearly two hours, both of us edging without cumming. “Soon,” he said, smiling down at me. “You’ll get what you want.” Several days had passed since we fucked at Peter’s house. We joked that if the cops showed up and searched for DNA, the house would light up with the amount of cum we left behind, Peter more than any of us. Ryan and Lewis left together, both filled with toxic cum waiting to turn their bodies into hazardous temptations for men. “I can’t wait to see who I can get at church,” Lewis said, cum covering his face after I blew a load into his mouth. “Be careful,” I told him, my hand scooping up my cum and dripping it into his mouth, his tongue lapping at my fingers. Having seen the type of young man he presented himself to be at school and at church, it was odd seeing him here in this state. While I could see him as the jock, the type of man who would go on and become an alpha-type, I was instead finding a man who wanted to be treated like a beta... or lower. “We’ve worked hard to keep this all a secret. You can’t be blowing it wide open being careless.” “I know,” he said. He looked defeated for a moment and then smiled. “I wonder if anyone at school would want to fuck?” “Other than Mr. Flanagan?” “Another teacher?” he said. “Another student?” “Don’t go crazy just yet,” I told him. “Why?” he asked. “You did.” As I watched Lewis leave with Ryan, I thought of what he said and realized that he was right. I had only known Dom for a short time when we fucked for the first time. We had had limited contact with each other, but we tore our clothes off as quickly as we could. Still, I knew how to keep everything a secret. While I could tell that Ryan was prepared to keep not only his desire to cock a secret but also the fact that he had just fucked his own father, it felt as if Lewis was a bit of a loose cannon. Sure, he had kept his relationship with Peter a secret, but everything that had taken place that night seemingly opened within him something I wasn’t sure we could contain. I hadn’t heard much from Pastor Kline after he left early that night. I saw him in passing when I was in my office, but he didn’t say much. It almost seemed like he was trying to avoid eye contact with me. While we had all been excited for our night at Peter’s house, it felt as if we left confused or on edge, unable to understand the ramifications of what we had just done. We had tried to convert not one but two new men, Peter’s own conversion still underway. “That’s one wild man,” Jay said as we left. “It doesn’t surprise me now that Peter fucked a student. It’s like that guy is swallowing Viagra every hour, keeping a constant boner. The man is overwhelmingly horny. And that’s me saying that.” Something crazy was in Peter’s eyes when we left. I couldn’t tell what it was, and he didn’t tell me much. Had we just made a huge mistake? Had we bitten off more than we could possibly chew? Had Dom created in us a hunger that we couldn’t contain safely? Was our secret ready to burst out? “You okay?” Dom asked. “Yeah,” I said, my mind rushing back to the pleasure I had shut out for a moment. A sudden ringing caused us both to jump, Dom bottoming out in my hole, pressing into my prostate and causing me to shoot cum all over my chest and Dom’s hands which were still grasping my nipples. “Just let it go to voicemail,” Dom said as I shimmed across the bed, reaching for my phone, keeping his dick still in my ass. “It could be important,” I told him, thinking of Lewis and Peter and Pastor Kline. “It’s Doctor Wade.” “What?” Dom asked, still fucking my ass hard. “Hello?” I answered, still out of breath from my own orgasm. “Will?” Doctor Wade’s voice carried over. “Yeah, what’s up?” I asked. “Are you alright?” “Yeah,” I said, smiling at Dom who was still fucking me. “I’ve got Dom’s cock shoved up my ass at the moment.” “I see,” Doctor Wade said. “It’s been a while since I could say the same.” “We’ll have you over soon,” I said, gasping for breath as Dom quickened his pace. “What’s up?” “I need you to come to my office,” Doctor Wade said. “Right now.” “Is something wrong?” “Your friend is here,” he said. “Peter Flanagan.” “Peter is at your office?” I said. “What?” Dom said, his cock burrowed deep into my hole as he started cumming, his body shaking with each spurt of toxic cum. “Just get here,” Doctor Wade said, ending the call. I stared at Dom as he finished, both of us covered in cum and sweat. “So,” Dom said, falling forward, stopping himself from crushing me. “I guess we’re just going to the doctor’s. ______________ _________________ __________________ _________________ ______________ “What’s happening?” We entered Doctor Wade’s office which was now closed for the day. Dom and I had little time to clean ourselves, meaning there was still cum mixed into my chest hair and his cum was leaking out of my ass and into my underwear. Doctor Wade lead us back through the halls which were now cast in darkness. “He showed up and said he knew you both. He explained everything to me, but he said I needed to get you here ASAP.” “What’s wrong?” Dom asked. Doctor Wade stopped, staring at us both. “You don’t know?” “Know what?” Doctor Wade smiled. “He’s converting.” He brought us to the room in which I had once been tested and then fucked Doctor Wade. While it had only been months since that had occurred, it felt as if years had passed. I was a changed man. We all were. There, lying on the examination table, was Peter, wrapped in a blanket, shivering. He looked pale, though it wasn’t as bad as I or Pastor Kline had looked when we had converted. As he caught sight of us, he smiled. “It worked,” he said, his voice slightly weak. “It finally worked.” “It sure did,” Dom said, coming to his side. “Congrats, man. You’re one of us now.” "I can't wait to start knocking some men up," Peter said, beaming. "My dick is aching for it." “How did you get here?” I asked. “Has your wife seen you?” Peter shook his head. “No, but that’s not the point.” “Where does she think you are?” “At a hotel,” he said. We exchanged confused looks. “A hotel? Why?” “Because I’m leaving her,” Peter said. A silence hung in the air, all of us stunned and confused by what we were hearing. “What?” “I’m leaving her,” Peter said. “I told her two days ago when she got back.” “What do you mean you’re leaving her?” “I told her that I didn’t want to be with her anymore and that I was gay and needed dick and wanted to fuck every hole I could find, filling men up with all my cum.” Dom looked at me, his eyes wide and mouth slightly open. I’d never seen him shocked to this extent before. I was sure my face looked the same. “You told your wife that you’re gay?” Peter nodded. “I told her that I’ve been fucking men and have loved every minute of it. It’s the life I want. I need it.” "But does she know that you're converting?" Peter shook his head. "Does she know that you're trying?" "Didn't get that far," Peter told us. "She started screaming right away, so I got out of there." “Did you tell her about…” I started, my heart racing. I knew something felt wrong. Things were falling apart. I knew it couldn’t last. I really thought it was going to be Lewis who fucked us over, but it was Peter instead. I should have known. The man was an uncontrollable animal, ready to hump whatever stood still. “I didn’t tell her about you guys,” Peter said. “I just told her that I met some strangers at a bar and they brought me into their fuck-circle.” “How did she react?” Peter looked at me with an expression that could only mean “Are you fucking serious?” “I can’t believe you did that,” Dom said, sitting down in the chair next to the table. “That took some guts.” “I just couldn’t live like that anymore,” Peter said. “When I was fucking Jay, all I could think about was fucking men like him for the rest of my life. I don’t want to be stuck with a woman who looks at what my cock can do as disgusting. I want men to worship my cum. I want men to beg for my cum.” “And they will,” Doctor Wade said. “Peter told me about his hyperspermia. Sure, I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never seen it in person. He’s assured me a personal demonstration.” “I still can’t believe you left your wife,” I said, my mind spinning. “What about your job? What are you going to do for money?” “I have money,” Peter said. “I have some. It's not much. I have… I have…” “He’s been coming in and out,” Doctor Wade said, checking Peter's vitals. “His conversion isn’t as bad as most, but it’s still kicking his ass. He really can’t be left alone at the hotel.” “I wouldn’t be surprised if his wife cancels his cards or freezes them,” Dom said. “I've fucked a few married men whose wives did that. She’s probably raging right now and will want to make him suffer. I don’t think the hotel room will be possible.” “He can stay at my place,” Doctor Wade told them. “I have an extra room. I won’t be able to watch him much all the time, but I can give you a key so you can do it.” “We’ll take shifts,” I said, watching as Peter stared at us, watching as we discussed his fate. I still couldn’t believe it. After all this time, after all our attempts to keep our secret, Peter had decided to dive into the life we all kept a secret. Sure, Dom was known by many for the type of fucker he was, but no one from the church knew. He still kept his persona. No one suspected me or Pastor Kline. My family had no clue Jay and I had fucked. No one knew about Ryan or Lewis. We had kept ourselves hidden well. But not Peter. No. He wanted the full life. He was prepared to leave everything behind to pursue the kind of sexual freedom we all only dreamed of. Had we done this to him? Had we made him into this man? Had we corrupted him to this extent? Sure, he had fucked Lewis before we got to him, but would he have fucked other men if we hadn’t tempted him? Had we been the devil on his shoulder, pulling him to our side? Were we now responsible for whatever his life became moving forward? I imagined Peter as an escort, people paying to see what his cock could do. Would men pay to his quantity of toxic cum? It was impressive. Maybe this life does fit him better. “I’ve got some tests running,” Doctor Wade told us. “I know he’s poz, but I still want to make sure everything is substantiated.” “Sounds good,” Dom said. “We should get him to your place,” I said, nodding to Doctor Wade. “I’ll go get his things from the hotel,” Dom said. Doctor Wade and I got Peter into Doctor Wade’s car who drove him while I followed behind in my car. Dom took Peter’s car to the hotel to pick up his things. “I’ve never seen someone jump out of their old life like this,” Doctor Wade said as we carried Peter into Doctor Wade’s spare room. “I’ll admit, it’s kinda hot.” “I shouldn’t be surprised,” I told him. “Peter fucked one of his male students and immediately jumped into chasing as quickly as he could once he found out we were poz.” “Sounds like my kind of man,” Doctor Wade said, helping Peter onto the bed. “Wish I could have been a part of his conversion.” “You still can,” Peter said, his hands trying to pull his clothing off. “You sure you wouldn’t rather sleep?” I asked. “I’m so horny,” Peter moaned, still trying to remove his clothing. “I’ve never been a man unwilling to help another man,” Doctor Wade said. “I am a doctor after all. I’m here to serve.” He climbed onto the bed and pulled Peter’s shirt off, revealing his sweaty chest beneath. He leaned forward and kissed Peter, his hands running along his body. “Fuck, he’s incredible. I’ve always had a thing for married men.” “Adultery is hot,” Peter told him, his hand grabbing the back of Doctor Wade’s head. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted. It’s why I got married. I just want to cheat on my wife and fuck men for the rest of my life.” “I think we can help with that,” Doctor Wade said, looking back at me. While a part of me was screaming to turn and walk away, to leave Peter on his own as he blew up his own life, the sight of the man converting, his changing body struggling against the toxic cum we dumped inside his body, I found myself getting hard. “Help me with his pants,” Doctor Wade said, unbuckling the belt and undoing the button. I pulled his pants down, his boxers following. “So, Doctor Wade said, examining Peter’s cock which was starting to harden. “This is the gifted dick which will now create a flood of toxic cum.” “You can’t believe it till you see it in action,” I told him, running my hands along Peter’s hairy legs. “Then let’s get started.” Doctor Wade tore his clothing off, revealing his muscular body. He looked like a Greek god. “While I’m sure I’ll be getting an ass full of that cum soon,” he told Peter, running his hands along the sick man’s naked body, “you're a bit too weak to fuck me properly. Instead, I want a mouth full of it now. Understand?” “You’ve got it,” Peter said, smiling. “Will,” Doctor Wade said, “Check in that drawer over there for a blue dildo, and bring it over here. There should be some lube too.” I did as he said and found the dildo and lube. “I’m going to suck off your beautiful, toxic, married cock,” Doctor Wade told Peter, showing off his muscles for the shivering man. He reached down and started jacking Peter's cock, licking his lips as he watched the man get hard. “Will, I think, should be helping your cock along and see what kind of prostate pleasure we can manage. Are you up for that?” “Fuck yes,” Peter cried. “It’s all I want.” “That’s what a doctor loves to hear,” he said, glancing back at me. “Lube it up and shove it into his hole. Let’s milk him for everything he’s got.” _______________________________________________________________________________________ Long time.... I've got a few sections left before I take another break. This one I had to split in two as it became too long. I'll post the second part next Sunday. Hope you enjoy Doctor Wade's return. He'll be sticking around this time.

I had met a top and the post was worded kinky breeder , toys .. new and kink interested welcome ! so I answered the add and we set up a time . I cleaned out and arrived at his place , we quickly went to his play room , I was stripped, and lead to a sling , my arms and legs cuffed, he began by getting me very hard and edging me , he had me absolutely in heat ! He then got a mask . A gag with a hole in it and asked me if I was ok . I nodded, he began to work my hole , smaller toys and getting bigger ( I have an 11 inch toy so nothing was crazy for me ). Soon he began to ask me if I wanted to get fucked .. I again nodded and my now well opened and slick hole was barely feeling him , he tells me I am so open he needs friction to cum , and then inserts a tunnel plug .. and it was huge , he locked my dick in a cage , and then began to fuck me , he was slow at first .. I was in heaven . My hole was so full , locked and about the most turned on I have been .. as he fucked me he pulled on my nips and I just let go .. in a sling , stuffed, locked and gagged .. enjoying every moment .. he made me into his human flashlight .. before long I felt like I was gonna cum and I did as he destroyed my ass .. soon I could tell he was getting close and dropped his load deep in me .. I did not really feel it ! When he was done he replaced his cock with a dildo and fucked my sloppy hole with that until I came again , he pulled the tunnel plug out and a massive cumload about fell out .. it’s been a few days and my hole Still lose and I want that feeling again !

Full Moon Sorry in advance – it’s a long one lol. It was coming into the warmer months, and I was horny as hell (nothing unusual there) but it had been 3 weeks since I had stopped prep. Not intentionally. I had just been so busy with work that I hadn’t had time to get it renewed and was planning to next month. I was so busy with work it didn’t seem to matter. But then “the full moon” hit. Not a real full moon, but it is a term I use to describe those times when I go through a phase where I just must be bred. During these “full moons” I go nuts for cock and seed and all logic goes out the window. I am nothing flash to look at, but I am training with a PT now with a strict diet and program to tone up in 12 months. Average build, 5’6” tall, naturally smooth body. A little tummy that is on its way out. Clothing that hides a lot of various tattoos including a picture of a pig on one arse cheek and the word pig on the other. It was Friday and I went into the office in the city. Friday is always casual dress day in the office. We had someone visiting from the head office in Brisbane that I had never heard of or met previously, so I didn’t give it much thought. But that full moon was rising, and I was struggling to concentrate on work as my arse was twitching and I was wondering how I was going to make it through the weekend fulfilled but without my PreP. My desk faces away from the open plan office entrance and while on a conference call I can hear the commotion of everyone behind me greeting the visitor, Matt. I was getting quite annoyed at the noise as someone was trying to explain something to me on the conference call (yes on video too). I turned around to ask everyone to keep it down and was frozen like a deer in the headlights of a car. There stood Matt in the centre of the office with a few of the girls milling around him welcoming him. Yes, there he stood. A 6’ tall middle eastern man with a clearly defined physique. Tight jeans that left nothing to the imagination, and relatively tight white t-shirt and leather jacket. You could just see the small tuft of chest hair peaking out of the top of his shirt. Immaculately trimmed black beard (about a week’s growth). Piercing blue eyes and what looked like 2-3” of black hair tied up in a man bun. My eyes locked on him, and he noticed and smiled as the girls kept talking to him. “Colin? What’s happening? Is everything ok?” came through the head set as I was frozen looking away behind me. I snapped out of it after what felt like an eternity. “Sorry, someone was just asking for something”. I kept on with the call clearly distracted as I could not get the vision out of my head of the gorgeous man behind me. About 10 mins later the call had finished, and the office was quiet again. I turned around and Matt and some of the girls were gone. I assumed they decided to go grab coffees. Lucky bitches, I thought to myself. They all know I am gay and will have the utmost pleasure in torturing me over his presence. I kept working all-be-it distracted by the picture in my head when I hear them all return. I had a spare desk next to me this day, but there were spare desks all over the office, so thought no more about it. As I am reading a document a gorgeous hairy arm reaches past me with a coffee in its hand and places it on my desk. I can immediately smell his deodorant and the slightly musky smell of cigarette smoke on it as I feel a presence near my ear and his breath as Matt whispers “they told me what you like”. He then sits down next to me and makes himself comfortable at the desk next to me which is clearly going to be distracting on so many levels. He introduces himself and I do the same in an almost school yard man crush kind of way. He smiles as he notices my awkwardness. I say “Sorry I have another call in 5 mins” as he says he is in town for the entire weekend visiting some friends. As I get ready to dial into the next call he leans over and says one word “Lunch?”. I almost stutter as I say “sure”. Lunchtime comes around and the girls have all disappeared. I was assuming we would all spend lunch with him. He notices me looking around. He laughs and says, “nah mate, lunch, just you and me”. We go to lunch, and I am superiorly distracted and awkward. I find my eyes either lost in his as he talks in a deep lumberjack kind of voice, or on occasions it drifts to his obvious bulge in his jeans. He tells me he is visiting some mates he met online a few years ago and catches up with a few times a year but thought it would be easier to come down and work a day first. He is staying in an expensive hotel near work in the city and will not be catching up with them until tomorrow night. Me: So, you guys going out or getting dinner tomorrow? Matt: Hmm, well you could call it dinner. But I have nothing to do tonight. You free to show me some Melbourne highlights tonight? I am almost lost for words he wants to spend time with me. He is clearly out of my league. But I agree to be polite. He says come by his room at 7pm. He gives me the room number and says, “you show me some of Melbourne and I’ll show you more of me, oops, I mean tell you more about me”. He has the look of a devil in his eye with the correction. We go back to work, and I barely get anything done. I am constantly giving sideward glances at his crotch. A man in tight jeans is my weakness. He has said nothing about being gay and the subject never comes up, but I am sure he knows I am. The girls would have told him earlier lol. 6pm comes around and I am getting into a pair of fitting jeans and t-shirt. I clean out because I am getting hornier by the hour and thinking I may go out after some cock after catching up with Matt. I know spending time with him will drive me nutts anyhow. I knock on his hotel room door, and he opens the door in his same tight jeans and t-shirt, and I am somewhat mesmerized. “Come in” he says with a twinkle in his eyes. I walk in and hear the door close behind me. I turn around starting to ask what he would like to see when he pushes me to the wall just inside the door and plants one of the deepest kisses on me. His tongue is long and deep in my mouth before I can even catch a breath. I can taste the cigarette smoke on his breath, and it instantly gets me hard. His beard is scratching against my face, and I feel in heaven. He breaks the kiss and says one word softly in his deep voice “fuck Melbourne, I wanna see you”. And then his is back in kissing me like the world is going to end tomorrow. His bulge in his jeans is now grinding against my stomach because he is so much taller than me. He breaks the kiss and is just standing there holding me tight, his body pressed against mine and looks me in the eyes and says, “let’s stay in tonight. I have everything I want to see right here” and then picks me up like it is no effort and carries me to the bed where he gently lowers me on to the bed never letting our bodies separate. His full size and weight on me now and he is like the top version of me on heat. This goes on for a solid 10 minutes before he stops. He then lifts up kneeling over me with a very clear wet patch in his jeans and a very defined outline of an 8” cock that looks like it is going to rip a hole in his jeans all on their own. He takes his shirt off and above me is a gorgeous defined muscular middle eastern man, with a full upper chest of dark hair that tapers down to a gorgeous treasure trail (clearly trimmed) that leads down beyond his jeans. On the right side there is a part of a tattoo clearly poking out above his jeans line. I can’t help myself and I am slowly running my hands over his hairy chest and let my hands slowly move down to his treasure trail and then softly touch the top of the tattoo. He grabs my hand and moves it to his massive bulge and then wet spot that seems to be getting bigger. “That’s what you have done to me all day”. He then moves it back to the tip of the tattoo, and says, “that will be a decision you have to make soon”. I almost don’t hear the words as I am totally lost in his eyes and looking at his body. I just can’t believe he is into me this much. He leans back in and pulls my shirt off, so we are both topless and just in jeans. He gets up leaving me laying on my back on the bed and takes his shoes and socks off. I start to get up to do the same, but he says strongly “no! let me do that”. He takes my shoes and socks off for me and says, “let me just enjoy you before you need to make that decision”. His big body is on top of me for at least another 10-15 mins as he makes out with me and then again, he lifts himself up kneeling over me. The wet patch in his jeans has almost doubled in size. He clearly pre cums a lot. Looking at his own wet patch and running his hands over my smooth body, he then says, “as you can see, I may not be able to hold off much longer, so decision time”. He starts to undo his jeans button and fly and I am mesmerized. He slowly opens his fly and pulls the right half to the side to expose and small biohazard tattoo. He is not wearing any underwear, but his cock is still growing down the left leg of his jeans. All I can see is his neatly trimmed, yet still hairy, treasure trail ending just above the base of where his cock starts to disappear down his jeans leg. Nothing else said, just “your decision, and no meds”. FUCK! I haven’t been on PreP for 3 weeks now. But the decision is not a hard one for me. I continue to softly touch his tattoo as I look up at him. What a fucking gentleman. His is patiently waiting for me and clearly does not intend to force me to do anything. Looking up at him and I can see him waiting, I say “If it is going to happen, then so be it. Who better to be the man to knock me up”. I see the sexiest smile come across his face and a glint in his eyes of excitement and satisfaction of what he is about to do. He moves back off the bed to stand up and I shuffle to the end of the bed where I worship hiss tattoo some more as I slowly remove his jeans. His cock bounces out of the top of his jeans with force and a huge glob of precum flick over my face. He laughs and bends down and licks it all off and kisses me with it as he pulls my jeans off for me. He then stands over me with his cock bouncing in front of my face. Matt: Fair warning, I have hyperspermia. So, there is no question there will be enough for it to happen. Me: What are you waiting for? I start to slowly suck him off and I am almost drinking his precum. He pulls me off and says it’s been days and he won’t last long. He bends down and kisses me. Matt: The first one is gonna be fast, but don’t worry, I can go several rounds. He pushes me back down on the bed and then lifts me legs up over his shoulders. With his cock on softly pushing against my hole he leans in and start kissing me again. He is so passionate and gentle, yet manly. He stops with his wet cock at the entrance to my hole and looks me in the eyes. “Last chance, once in I never pull out”. I kiss him, “what are you waiting for?” He slides in gently and before long his balls are hitting my arse. I can see the joy in his eyes, and he slowly starts to fuck me, and his lips never leave mine as he does. The benefits of a tall guy fucking a short guy – perfect fit. He is fucking me so sensually for about a minute before he says, “fuck I can’t hold it.” He bottoms out in me and starts to grunt and growl and I can feel the cock pulsating as he starts to flood my insides. He keeps pushing his cock into me like he thinks he can get deeper than his balls. After about 30 seconds he is still going and looks me in the eyes and says “fuck, still going. Sometimes I think I cum more than I piss”. And I can feel his cum filling my arse. After about a minute he slowly starts pulling out. I say, “slowly man, I don’t wanna lose any of it” and I feel the head of his cock pop out of my hole. He then lays next to me on his side facing me and again I am taken back by his looks. His cock is slowly softening as he is slowly touching my body. His hand slowly rubs my belly, and he says, “they are my babies in there now”. We kiss and cuddle for about an hour before he starts to get hard again. His precum is matted in his hairy crotch and treasure trail hair. To be continued…

There's an Italian stud, in my area, who post on doublelist for anyone to come watch him fuck his chick through there bedroom window. What the hell so I went and watch that hairy ass pump like an oil rig!...this college bro showed up and we ended jerking off to this straight boy fucking...or I did..the bro talked about the girl's tits...she wasn't bad but, I'll take the Italian stud any fucking day!

I would say that the preference is already expressed when a Cocksucker is on his knees, saliva drooling, offering his throat to Cocks. That said, there ae so many guys that love to suck off Cock after Cock, that no Top should be surprised when the bottom spins around and spreads em. If that doesn't happen, and the Top really does want to fuck, all that's needed is a quick "wanna get fucked?" and that'll answer the question. Point: it's never all about what just one participant wants - it's about what both participants want and agree to.

The next chapter should be coming sometime tomorrow once I wrap up a project at work. Wanted to take a moment to say thanks for the engagement this story has been getting. It's a lot easier to write when I know there are people out there enjoying it and looking forward to the next part.

In my 20’s I use to meet a guy who was mid to late 70’s. He had a huge cock! We use to meet up in a lay-by as he had a van so I would climb in the back and in seconds be on my knees servicing him. He love to talk filth while I was doing it, calling me cunt mouth and a dirty cocksucking slut. I use to get so turned on

Thank you ... still I didn't even bother to check if this was still my original writing - or my story, edited by someone else. But thanks again for liking the plot. 😎😏

Chapter 35: Job Done? Just one more chapter after this to find out! Don't worry though, a fun spin off story is in the works. I'm LOVING it thus far! As we laid there, Marc thanked us for a wonderful weekend. He asked if we could return to the campground after he converted. He smiled and said he could only image how many loads he'd collect given the fact that he got 26 from just the three of us! What a slut he'd become! Marc then asked us if we thought we got the job done, and we said there's really no way to tell yet, but given the quantity and strength of our toxic seed, the odds were quite good. I told Marc to give his ass a rest when he got back, and he said it definitely needed one. My step dad told him he could fuck anyone he wanted, even the jock pussy If he wanted, but not to take any loads up his ass. I told Marc the conversion process usually takes around two weeks, and to let us know if he showed any signs of illness. I reminded him that not all guys get the fuck flu, but pretty sure he would. I explained that although he was sick it was a good sign knowing our toxic seed was trying to permanently take over his body. Given that all of our strains were very potent and this was the first time he'd taken toxic seed, we hoped his conversion would be a quick one. I advised him to keep in contact with his doctor there. My step dad said he knew the doctor as they have fucked before. He said his cock was similar to his, and he has HIV, but not sure if he's on meds or not. We all fell asleep in each other's arms, and when we awoke took a shower together. Marc was the first to leave, and my step dad said he wanted to breed me one more time before we left. We went to the porch and he tied my hands to the rail, like he had done to Marc before. He pounded me hard, and we drew an audience. After he dropped his load deep in me, I got two other loads deposited in me. What a way to end the weekend!

As I lay there in Matts arms with a wet arse and some serious cum stains on the sheets, he begins to explain his evening with his mates. “I started looking at some questionable websites and in short, because I cum so much and because I am poz toxic, my cock and cum has become quite in demand. I ended up chatting to these 3 guys from Melbourne and we formed a little pozzing group. Offering our service to chaser bottoms. So, a few times a year I come down and we spend an evening fucking a pozzing a chaser bottom. So, this evening, we are planning to poz a bottom that has been chasing for a while now.” As we talk some more his phone pings with a message. He reads it and a big grin comes over his face. I ask him what’s happened. “Seems our bottom has backed out. Boys have said unless we get another bottom, evening is off”. He looks at me with a glint in his eyes. “I mean, you are probably halfway there if not there already” and laughs. I ponder the thought and the idea is turning me on. So much so that my cock hardens up. After some thought, I respond. “The idea does really turn me on, but I crossed a bridge I wasn’t expecting to cross last night with you. I think part of the reason for that is you, and how much I wanted, and still want, you inside me. I kind of like the idea of knowing who it was that pozzed me. And last night when making that decision and looking into your eyes, part of it was because I would be proud to have been knocked up by you and know it was you.” Matt leans in and kisses me and says, “I’d like to think it was me too”. He breaks away and texts his mates back saying it is ok, he has some other stuff lined up he can do. He looks at me and says, “How do feel about spending the weekend with me. I’ll fuck you ever chance we get, and we can spend the weekend making sure it is mine”. I respond with a long kiss and resign myself to the fact that this weekend my life will change. But then I realize I also love being pounded by multiple guys. So, I tell Matt, “This weekend I am all yours. Your job is to make it happen. Although I cannot imagine with the amount of seed you are putting in me it won’t. After it does happen, and you do convert me, I’ll do you a deal. When I have converted and you cum back down, and I can be the bottom you all poz? We just won’t tell them I have already converted.” “I like the sound of that.”

He says he needs a smoke and we both get up and put our jeans back on and step out on the balcony. We have a smoke and a few drinks from the mini bar, and he tells me how he became poz. He is a top but wanted to try bottoming just once. He went to leather bar and in the heat of the moment took a random cock and load in the toilets. It was the only load he ever took, but it was obviously toxic. Initially he regretted it but has since come to terms with it. Hence the tattoo. He feels he wants to at least give a bottom a warning and choice unlike what happened to him. For him that is what made tonight so special and why he came so fast. The fact that I was wanting it turned him on so much. We make out some more between smoking and drinking and he gets hard again. I had heard about hyperspermia but had never met anyone with it. The thought of large amounts of cum always turned me on. The thought that just one man could fill my arse to the same level as it would take 10 other men was so hot to me. But I was already feeling the effects and I was developing a wet patch on the back of my jeans. As we smoked, he slid his hands down the back of my jeans and my hole was leaking and sloppy. He is already rock hard again in his jeans. He laughs and says, “sorry about that”. I looked at him and said “what do you mean? You should be sorry there isn’t more”. He kisses me and says, “plenty more where that came from”. And I say, “prove it”. He then lifts me up on to the outdoor chair and pulls the back of my jeans down. A huge glob of cum drips out on to the chair and he pulls his cock out and slides back in and slowly fucks me again on the balcony. I can feel cum dripping down the insides of my legs as he does, and you can hear the slopping sounds as he fucks me. Again, he doesn’t last long before he is flooding my insides with a second bucket of cum. Again, it takes him almost a minute to stop cumming and this time as he eases out of me a huge glob of cum drips down my leg. We go back inside and make out for almost an hour before he looks me in the eyes and just says “stay”. And I do. I stay the night and he fuck and fills me 3 more times throughout the night. I wake up to an empty space next to me to hear him at the door. Room service is being delivered. “Would you like me to bring it in and set it out for you sir?”. “Matt is saying “no thank you, my other half is still asleep, and it’s been a big night”. We eat breakfast and I remember he is catching up with his friends tonight, and I also don’t want to read too much into what is essentially a hook up. So, I try not to appear like I have read more into it. I say I probably should let him get on with his day and catch up with his mates later, and he looks at me inquisitively and says, “about that”. To be continued…

It feels awesome, the most confirmed loads I've ever taken is 7, but I get most of my loads in sex clubs and at orgies so I often don't know whether a guy bred me or just fucked me for a few minutes I'm reasonably sure I've hit low double digits. Once I get up to 3 or 4 loads, I find it hard to tell when additional loads get added, because I leak cum any time a cock is pumping in and out of my hole. You do keep getting wetter as more cum gets deposited.

If I'm sucking cock, I'm expecting to be bred too

So here is part 2 which I wrote last night. I might get another one out this weekend, but then the pace will likely slow down as I have to work during the week. Freshman Project: Jason (Part 2) Jason met Blake at the coffee shop in the student center on Wednesday. Their conversation started out a little awkward but Blake used his psychology training to slowly get Jason to open up to him and tell him about his strict religious upbringing that he always internally rebelled against but outwardly complied with. Blake also got Jason to share that while his parents had let him come to school here, they had in effect cut him off, only being willing to cover a small part of the food and lodging expenses that had not been covered by his scholarships. Jason had gotten a part time job working in the food service department at the dorms so he could get a little bit of spending money. As a large percentage of the school were from wealthy families, Jason was embarrassed by having to cook their meals, at least he worked in the back and didn’t have to serve the food. Blake filed that information away for later, perhaps a financial incentive could be used to help motivate Jason. Blake also was able to coax Jason’s work and class schedule out of him by expressing a fear that Jason might be taking on too much. Finally he learned that Jason was in the freshman dorms and was in a shared unit. His roommate was a computer science major and spent most of his time in the room or the dorm lounge on his laptop coding. Blake shared little bits about his history as well. When Jason asked about his first time, Blake just let him know that he was having sex with his classmates since middle school, but who and what he considered his first real time was with his high school swimming coach, a man named Mark Malone. Jason had never been in the closet, so he had been openly flirting with the man all throughout high school with no luck, but after he turned eighteen and graduated, his now ex-coach had invited him to spend the weekend at his house the week after school let out. That weekend was a beginning of a summer of learning about himself as the coach gave Blake the education he desired. Blake learned what being a pig and having gay sex could really be like. What Blake failed to mention is that Mark had introduced him to crystal and by the end of the weekend had Blake begging for load after charged load from his former coach. Jason had both hoped and feared that Blake might invite him back to his apartment which was just a couple blocks off campus. So he had mixed feelings when Blake said his goodbyes without making the offer. As Blake was getting ready to get up, Jason mustered up his courage and said, “You know at the group how all the guys shared what they thought would be a perfect evening, well I really liked yours the best, I hope someday I can find a guy that might let me spend the evening cuddling with him as we just chill, you know.” Blake pretended to look shocked, “Really? It just seems that most guys want to hook up, fuck, and move on. I hope I’m not being too forward, but since you don’t have class until ten on Friday, would you be interested getting coffee again Thursday at four, I remember you mentioning Thursdays was one of your nights off, and then if you think it feels right, we can go to my place and just chill, listen to music or watch a movie, no sex I promise, but maybe some light cuddling if it seems we’d both be into it. Don’t worry your cherry will not be on the menu, I’m not going to pressure you to do anything you don’t want to do.” Jason blushed, there was so much he wanted to do but was too afraid to let anyone know. “Um, yeah, I think I can do that. Coffee on Thursday and then your place but only if we both want, I don’t want to impose on you. I’m sure you got a lot of guys wanting to spend time with you.” He instantly regretted saying that last part. Blake laughed, “You’d be surprised actually. Apparently I seem to intimidate a lot of our classmates and they think I’m out of their league. I haven’t dated more than about one guy from school a year. They usually don’t last over the summer though.” Jason took that opportunity to bring up Aiden, “So did you date Aiden?” Blake gave a wry smile. “You’re sharp, you picked up on that?” “Yeah, it just seemed the easy way you had talking with him at the group that there was something familiar between you too,” said Jason, finding it easier to talk to Blake as the conversation went on. He finally asked what he really wanted to ask, “He’s really flamboyant and well I guess just I don’t know how to say it other than really gay. Is that your type?” Blake paused a moment to let Jason think he was giving the question a lot of thought, “I don’t really have a set type, except that I tend to like guys that know what they want and are comfortable accepting themselves.” Jason couldn’t hide the disappointment on his face since he clearly knew that wasn’t him, “Oh.” “Hey wait a second there, don’t take that the wrong way, I’m not saying you aren’t my type or that you are my type, I wouldn’t do that to you while you are still trying to figure out who you are. Hell when I first met Aiden he was a lot like you. He may have even been worse, he was an army brat that didn’t have a father so much as a drill sergeant. He even showed up at college with a crew cut,” said Blake with a chuckle. Jason quietly asked, “So you made him that, uh, gay?” Blake shook his head and said, “No, I just gave him the opportunity to be whoever he wanted to be and accepted him for it. Ultimately it is why we broke up, he realized he did not want to be tied down...with a boyfriend. He actually does like to be tied down if you know what I mean.” Blake and Jason both laughed. “Yeah, I had the internet down in hicksville, I know what you mean,” said Jason. “Okay well I gotta head out, I hope to see you tomorrow,” said Blake. “Uh yeah, see you tomorrow at four,” replied Jason. As Blake got up from his chair and headed out, Jason noticed a large outline down the leg of Blake’s pants. Once again Jason’s stomach was in knots with a mix of fear and desire. 'Did I make him hard?" wondered Jason then smiled at the prospect that Blake might be into him in that way. *** Blake left the coffee house and headed to his apartment. He jumped in the shower and rinsed off, turning the water to cold before he hoped out to help him get himself under control. Jason’s mix of innocence and barely concealed desire was such an aphrodisiac. He didn’t bother getting dressed after he dried off since Aiden would there soon. While he waited, he went into his ‘office’, just the second bedroom of the two bedroom apartment, and took out a small amount meth, just enough for a little high to enhance the sex he and Aiden would be having, but not enough that he would be up all night. He then put the rest of his hard drugs into his time locked safe and set the timer for eight the next morning. He knew from experience that if he and Aiden had a largely unlimited access to his supply, the two would be not be able to stop, and since he did not have any customer appointments lined up he could lock his supply up from himself for the night. Next he took a blue chew then grabbed a canned vodka and juice drink out of the fridge to wash the taste out of his mouth. He drank, smoked a bowl of weed, and watched some youtube videos on his TV while he waited for Aiden to show up. It was only about fifteen minutes later when the intercom buzzed. Blake buzzed Aiden through the front gate, opened his apartment door, then sat back down on the couch, switching the TV to some porn, specifically the video he made when he fucked Aiden after slamming him for the first time. Aiden entered the apartment, closed the door, then immediately stripped down to just a jock strap. He went over and knelt between Blake’s smooth muscular legs, putting his hands behind his back, his head bowed, and his eyes focused on Blake’s thick uncut cock, which was around five inches long in its resting state. Once Aiden was settled, Blake reached down and cupped his chin, tilting his head up slightly. “Open,” he commanded. Aiden obeyed and opened his mouth, keeping his eyes lowered. He saw Blake’s cock twitch slightly a second before he heard, then felt Blake’s spit spray into his mouth and across his lips and chin. Blake let go of the boy’s chin, “Suck it faggot, suck my cock, convince me you still deserve my Daddy's gift. Let me see how much practice you got over the summer serving the men we rented you out to.” “Yes Master,” purred Aiden. He leaned down and not using his hands he worked Blake’s cock into his mouth and down his throat. It was easy since Blake was not yet fully hard. Slowly Blake’s cock started to harden to its full nine and half inch glory. Blake was expecting Aiden to start gagging since even at the end of last year he was still struggling with the girthy monster. When Blake’s cock came to full hardness, Aiden went all the way down on it and pressed his nose and lips into the swimmer’s shaved pubis. “Oh fuck boy, I see you finally mastered deep throating over the summer. You have finally become the cock whore you always really wanted to be, now let’s see how good you have really become,” said Blake. He took his hands and grabbed the sides of boy’s head and held his head to his crotch as he stood up off the coach. Aiden kept his Master's cock sheathed in his throat as they adjusted position. Blake then began skull fucking the boy. Aiden did an admirable job, getting just enough air in on the out strokes and only occasionally did he have to choke back vomit as Blake’s cock bottomed out in his throat. Finally after a couple minutes, Blake stopped with his cock fully impaled in the twink’s throat. His cock was too far down Aiden’s throat for Aiden to be able to breath through his nose so he just did his best to not panic and pull off. Blake watched the boy’s face turning red and then before Aiden passed out Blake released him. Aiden pulled off and fell to his side as he coughed and spit up a mix of pre-cum and saliva. His were watering and snot flowed out his nose. “Fuck you look sexy,” said Blake. He reached down and grabbed the long purple hair that grew out of the top of nineteen year old’s head. He pulled the boy’s face to his as he sat back down on the coach. They two lovers kissed passionately. Blake licked and sucked his boy’s slimy face clean, keeping it in his mouth, than feeding the snot, tears, and spit back Aiden. “Go ahead and hit the pipe, only one bowl each tonight, I got class in the morning,” said Blake as he motioned over to the table where he had laid out the glass pipe and the limited supply of tina. “Okay,” said Aiden with a hint of disappointment slipping through, “It’s probably for the best as I’ll be fucked up all Friday night and Saturday, so don’t need to be tweaking for four days straight.” He picked the pipe and torch up off the table then returned to the couch, resuming his original position between Blake’s legs. The college students took turns hitting the pipe and shotgunning the smoke back and forth until they were both flying high feeling the euphoria. The generic viagra had kicked in and Blake’s cock stayed relatively hard. Aiden’s smaller cock was barely making a bump in the pouch of his jock strap. When they had smoked through the tina, Blake grabbed the bottle of lube that was next to him on the couch and lubed up his cock, getting it back to full hardness in the process. “Climb up here and ride my cock facing me,” ordered Blake. Aiden quickly followed the command and straddled the swimmer’s legs, gently lowering himself onto Blake’s cock. “I see you came prepared, good boy,” said Blake as he felt his cock sliding into Aiden’s already lubed up and loosened ass. “My Intro to African Lit professor bred me during his office hours. There’s lube and two of his loads up there already Sir,” said Aiden. He knew one of Blake’s major turn on’s was to fuck a cum filled boy cunt. “Oh fuck, good boy, you're going to get at least two loads tonight to make sure you get a good recharge of Daddy’s strain. Blake had taken precautions to make sure he didn’t get another strain after he got knocked up by Coach Malone. When he left for college Coach had ordered him to find a freshman to pass on his babies to and that after he had done that, he could go on meds and be the piggy little slut boy Coach had shown him he was destined to be. The first year he had turned out his roommate, Charlie. Charlie, had been a closeted gay boy that had said he was straight when the two of them started exchanging emails after getting the room assignments. Charlie had indicated that he was open to having a gay roommate on his housing preference form. Once they were living together, Charlie could not keep his eyes off his openly gay swimmer roommate. Blake rarely wore a shirt in the room and often wore just a pair of bikini briefs in the evening when the two of them were alone in the room. He asked Charlie several times to let him know if it bothered him, but Charlie said it didn’t, that he played a lot of sports in high school and was used to the hanging out with guys that were naked or almost naked in the locker rooms so it wasn’t a problem. It only took about two weeks before Charlie was between Blake’s legs worshiping his roommate’s cock. But Charlie’s is a story for another time, as is Ian’s, the freshman that was Blake’s freshman project during his sophomore year. Blake grabbed Aiden’s hips and started thrusting hard up into the chemmed up slut that was bouncing up and down on his lap. “Slut, you ready to get a fresh load of toxic cum?” he growled. “Yes Master, give me your Daddy’s babies, I need them, give it to me, breed me,” panted Aiden. “I can’t wait until you make that snobby little shit Jason our brother.” “Soon baby, soon,” said Blake as he shot his first load on the night into Aiden’s sloppy cunt.

Ryan decided to stay with Aaron for a few weeks, as he was nervous over converting if he did. Well, “if” was not really the right mind set, it was when. It was inevitable, as he and Aaron had hot brother sex every day since, taking turns fucking each other. Finally about 2-3 weeks after their kidnapping, Ryan did feel a little bad, not horrible, but not right either. Aaron took Ryan off to the clinic he went to for testing, and sure enough, Ryan showed Poz. The only reaction the brothers had was to get instant hard ons. The first thing the brothers did was head off to the tattoo place that Bart told them about to get their own biohazard tattoos. When they got there, they saw Bart there and found he owned the parlor. He recognized them immediately. “So, the brothers appear. Am I to guess that Big Bro’s gift took and your both here to get your badges of honor?” Bart took them back to a private room and had them strip down. Bart shaved both of their chests and carefully washed them. They both got about four inch biohazards tattoos done on their left pectorals. By the time the tattoos were done, the brothers had rock hard dripping erections. Bart just had to quench his thirst on that toxic love juice, and promptly got on his knees and took each cock one by one in his mouth and drank their juices. Once Bart had his fill of the brothers copious sweet precum, he turned them around and bent them over his table so he could get at their firm dimpled asses. Aaron’s nicely fuzzy ass, and Ryan’s some what less fuzzy one (which Bart was sure would fill in in a few years to match Aaron’s). Bart took his turn between the two asses, spreading the cheeks and running his tongue all in the hairy valleys, all against the fuzzy holes and finally driving his tongue as deeply into their beings as possible. Aaron and Ryan moaned through out the rimming, their cocks never going down, and juices flowing out of their foreskins to the floor. While Bart was down at their asses giving them all his attention, he noticed for the first time that the brothers had tattoos on their left butt cheeks. Looking at them, they were identical and something he’d never seen before, and expertly done, but it also looked vaguely familiar like may be he has seen it. He looked closely at both as he lightly ran his tongue over them. They appeared to be three stylized arms made into a Celtic knot each “arm” also had a stylized letter, one being A, another R and last a M. The center of it all with all the lines a swirls almost seemed to have the biohazard sign in it. Bart could see a way of using a few colors to call a subtle attention to that. Bart lightly rubbed the tatts, “So boys, what is this beautiful tatt on your asses. It can’t be obvious spelling arm and be arms making a knot.” Aaron spoke up, “That’s a design I did for my brothers and I. Us three are exceptionally close. After our parents died I did that for us three, and we all decided to have them put on our asses. All three of us are gay, and came out to each other when our parents died. It was my first act as our baby brother’s guardian to allow him to get the tattoo at 15. Matty was just 15, Ryan was 18 and I was 21. Matty is 18 now and about to graduate.” “Well, now that is a special tatt then. Matty, so there is a third one of you hot boys? Matty, um, Matty?! Hold on, let me get something, I remember something now. You two keep yourselves busy a moment, let get my pad and delay my next appointment a short bit.” “Fuck, that tatt looks great on your chest Aaron. Turn around and let me see that ass tatt too.” As Aaron turned around Ryan pushed him over the table, and attacked his ass with his tongue. This made Aaron start to moan loudly. Ryan got his tongue deep into Aaron. Ryan was working over Aaron’s hole making it all wet and ready. Ryan stood up, and rubbed the tip of his hard and dripping cock against Aaron’s hole. At that point Bart walked back in, and saw the brothers in such a compromising hot position. He got right up against Ryan from behind, reached around and grabbed Ryan’s cock. “Such a hot sight to walk in to. Here let me help you put your dick into your big brother.” Fitting words to action, Bart nestled Ryan’s foreskin covered head against Aaron’s hole and using his body pushed Ryan slowly and steadily into Aaron. Both brothers moaned out an “oh fuck”. “Then while you boys have a nice little fuck, let me show you something. Ryan look over your brother’s shoulder while humping him.” Bart pulled up bbrts on his notepad, and an account that had caught his attention a few weeks ago. He showed the following posting to the boys fucking. NEWLY 18 AND SEEKING GIFT I just turned 18, and graduating in a month. Heading back home, and looking for a cumming home gift. Do you have the right package to give me the gift I want? Especially love skin wrapped delivery systems. Matty needs his gift soon. With the posting were some great pictures of a very fit twink. Beautifully fit chest with a little patch of hair between his pectorals, patch of hair around each nickel sized nipples. Shaggy treasure trail from his bellybutton to his bushy pubes, and a beautiful uncut cock. Just a hint of juice coming out the lips of his foreskin. The next picture showed a beautiful muscular back down a triangle to a perfect dimpled ass, with just a few hairs coming out the valley, hinting at a very nice fuzzy hole. On the nicely dimpled left cheek, that now very familiar tattoo. “Holy fuck!!” both boys said in unison, which at the same time they both blasted their very toxic loads, one all over the parlor table and one deeply inside an ass.

I had been working in the city for several weeks before I found the bar. It was down a dark, run down side street and only obvious from the gaudy neon light outside. I had read about it online, and most of the reviews used words and phrases like 'filthy', 'sleazy', and 'full of older men'. The prevailing opinion was you only went there once just to see how awful it was. I, on the other hand, was attracted to it precisely because of the sleaze and the sense of depravity in the reviews. For some reason I find myself drawn to encounters which would disgust most people, (although I had not had many such encounters myself). Well, once inside the bar, the music was playing loudly, and the dim lighting revealed the bar counter, a dance floor and a selection of tired and grimy tables and chairs. About six guys occupied the bar stools, chatting to the barman, who was a large, middle aged man with glasses. Somewhat nervously, even if excited, I took a spare bar stool and ordered a beer. Three of the guys on the corner of the wooden counter were giving me the eye as they chatted - a thin old guy probably in his sixties with a cap and thick spectacles, a fat guy about the same age whose polo shirt only just covered his heavy belly which hung over greasy trousers, and a younger, chubby guy with a pale face which shone with sweat, which was framed by thin, mousy hair. The man seated next to me greeted me, and we chatted for a while, which also served to calm me down so I could relax. After a while, I plucked up some courage and asked "So, does this place have a ... you know... dark room, or some place like that?" He gave me a wry smile. "Just downstairs. The toilets in the basement. That’s where the guys go and get up to all sorts." I sipped some more beer, feeling my palms getting sweaty and my heart beat faster. "But if you go down there, be careful with your wallet. It's easy to get your pocket picked when someone's sucking you off." I blushed and nodded. "Can't be too careful." "Oh, and use a condom." Uh oh. I thought, here comes the safe sex lecture. He must have seen my expression because he shook his head and said "No, I mean it. This 'ain't Disneyland. You let a guy in you bare down there, and you'll likely get knocked up, if you know what I mean. Some of them would love to get in your pants and give you a dirty load." My heart skipped a beat and I felt excitement and fear in equal measure. "Anyway," he said, tapping my shoulder, "I just thought you should know. I'm going outside for a cigarette." He got down heavily from the stool and disappeared outside. The guys at the bar were ignoring me now. I took another sip of beer, then went over to the narrow, dimly lit stairs to the basement toilets. At the bottom, a left turn led to a small space containing two cubicles with broken locks and a filthy sink. The urinals were straight ahead from the foot of the stairs, behind a screening wall. There was no one there. I didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved. I was in the area next to the cubicles when I heard a step behind me. I turned to see the three guys from the bar crowding into the space. They didn't say anything, but the thin guy with the thick glasses began to rub a rather large bulge in his threadbare trousers. I gave them a nervous smile, aware of my own trousers tightening at the groin. He slowly unzipped his fly, reached in and pulled out a thick, stiff cock. I took his cock in my hand, feeling the warm, silky flesh in my palm. "Do you want to suck it, mate?" he asked. The sixty-four thousand dollar question. The moment when I could still make a choice to stay or go. I made my choice, and bent forward and took him in my mouth, tasting the salty sweatiness as he dug in a pocket and took out some poppers. I heard him sniff deeply, then the bottle was offered to me. I stopped sucking long enough to take a big hit, feeling the chemical course through me. My inhibitions wash away, so I eagerly resumed sucking him. The bottle, meanwhile, was passed between the men and the powerful aroma filled the small space. I felt a hand grab my arse and stroke it through the material of my trousers. " Nice arse," said a gruff voice behind me. "Let's see it, then." I fumbled with my belt and zip, and then my trousers slid down to my ankles. I felt rough fingers dig into the waistband of my underpants and pull them down, exposing my bare bottom. I continued to suck the cock, until he lifted my chin and straightened me up, before kissing me on the mouth. I gasped as his tongue slid between my lips and I tasted beer and cigarettes on his breath. He laughed as he pulled away. "Bend over the sink, matey," he said. The young chubby guy was sweating profusely and grinning like a Cheshire cat. He had dropped his trousers and pants as he wanked a thin, curved cock and was beside himself with excitement. Slowly, I turned and bent over the sink, grabbing the edge of the cold ceramic bowl. Beside me, the fat guy was humming happily to himself as he pulled the polo shirt over his head, revealing a fat, hairy torso, and flabby belly. His body odour filled the space as he dropped his trousers and a thick, stubby cock sprang up between his fat thighs. There was a grimy mirror above the sink. I saw my reflection, face flushed from the poppers, and behind me the thin guy digging a crumpled tube of KY from his pocket. He unscrewed the cap, squeezed a dollop on to his forefinger, and roughly worked it into my arsehole, the filthy, rough fingernail scratching my delicate skin. "Here we go," he remarked, dipping to push trousers and pants down, then waddling behind me and sniffing from the brown bottle. I had one last moment of sanity. "Don't...don't you want a condom?" He chuckled and handed me the bottle. "Naw, we're all friends here, 'ain't we?" The young man giggled. " Fuck him, Bill!" I sniffed the poppers, felt a moment's fear as Bill pushed forward and then his cock slid up me in a delicious, slippery rush and I gasped and sagged over the sink. "There we go," Bill whispered and began to slide slowly in and out of me. "Jesus, he's got a nice arse!" He said to the others. "Proper smooth and wet." He fucked me for a few minutes as the other two clustered round and probed under my stomach to feel the base of the cock sticking in me. Suddenly, footsteps sounded on the stairs. I would have got up but the others seemed unconcerned, and whatever the case, I was pinned to the sink. In the doorway stood the man from the bar who had warned me about being careful. His face was a comic mixture of shock, disgust and lust as our eyes met. Bill stood back, and the man could clearly see his cock was bare and glistening with lube. "Want some, mate?" The man blushed and shook his head, but he didn’t leave and I saw his hand begin to rub his crotch. "C'mon then, Jamie." said Bill. "Climb on and fill yer boots before you blow a fuse!" The chubby young man waddled behind me and eagerly pressed his cock into my hole. It was thin and curved with a mushroom head, and went in easily. Unlike Bill, he fucked me in short furious strokes, gasping with pleasure as the sweat dripped from his chin on to my bare buttocks, "Oh..oh yeah..uuuh..uuuh." he grunted as Bill pressed the bottle to my nose. " Fuck 'im Jamie! " growled the fat man, " Give 'im that dirty load of yours!" My head swam from the poppers and I heard my voice squealing with pleasure and animal lust as the young man's movements got faster and more urgent. "Here...here it comes...aah!" he gasped, and I felt his cock stiffen and throb and knew he was spurting in me. At last he relaxed, and pulled out, staggering back to lean against the wall. I felt a drool of sperm run down over my scrotum and was aghast at what I'd done. Yet I didn't move. I looked at my swollen face in the mirror and licked my lips in shame and lust. The man was still standing in the doorway, rubbing his crotch. But now he was shaking his head slowly and looking at me as if to say "You stupid bastard." I felt a heavy body behind me and the flabby belly being lifted on to my buttocks as the stubby cock nosed at my hole. Bill bent beside me and kissed me again, remarking "There now, didn't I say we were all friends?" The fat cock slid into my dripping hole and began to mechanically fuck me. I gasped and hung onto the bowl as he rode me, all the time looking at the man who was shaking his head, but now had his cock out as the young man knelt before him and sucked it. "More than friends," puffed the fat man as he started to thrust fast and hard into me. "He's gonna be family after we knock him up!" then he grunted like a pig and shuddered all over as he came in me. He pulled back and I straightened up, feeling the sperm from two loads sliding out of me. Bill was grinning and he ruffled my hair. "Dirty bastard, ‘aren’t you?" The fat man pulled on his clothes, belched and disappeared upstairs for a drink. Idly, I watched the young man's head bobbing back and forth until the man gasped and spurted into his mouth. Not meeting my eyes, he scurried out. Jamie got up and pulled his trousers up, his mouth wet with spit and cum as Bill fastened his trousers. "Don't you want to fuck me?" I asked. "Not yet, mate. We've got a whole evening ahead of us.”

Went to Flex Cleveland on Saturday and bred 2 really nice cumdumps. The first one I deposited load number 5 in. I knew bc he had a marker and tally marks. That was a really hot experience, getting to leave your deposit number on a cumdumps ass cheek. The other load went in a cumdump in what they call the asylum, I was breeding a face down ass up pig and his friend walked over and got his ass in the air and stood right beside him, I wanted to try his ass as he was watching me breed his friend. I switched to the other guy and came in about 30 seconds, His ass was so sloppy I could feel what only could be described as pure heaven. I swear this pig had a dozen or more loads in him, He was soo loose I didn't know if he even felt much. He had so much cum in him, I felt it drip on my leg. It was fucking hot as hell. I was really disappointed I was having some performance as I was going on little to no sleep and worked a full 12 hour day before driving 2 hours to Cleveland. Next time I will have to take a nap before I go. That was kind of embarrassing but shit happens when you're a working man (60 hours a week) and still trying to have a active sex live.

I want to document my experience when I was a single gay man. I’ve noticed that few people here discuss the health risks associated with gay sex, or perhaps I haven’t done enough research. There’s a lot of talk about the joy of unprotected sex, something I’ve indulged in during what some might call “my slut years.” I won’t claim to be a saint. In the past, I cheated multiple times out of curiosity for what unprotected sex felt like, but I was too afraid to try it. When my last relationship ended, I began taking PREP, frequented a local sauna (Wet on Wellington in Melbourne, Australia), and spent many hours there having sex with anonymous men. This two-year period also involved hookups from Grindr and outdoor cruising. For a while, it felt great; then, it didn’t. About six months into this lifestyle, I started experiencing constant diarrhea, and my bottom was quite itchy. I visited the Melbourne Health Clinic and was treated for gonorrhea and chlamydia. A few weeks later, I experienced similar symptoms and learned I had contracted gonorrhea again, along with hemorrhoids. At this point, I became hesitant about unprotected sex; I didn’t want to contract any more STDs. Nevertheless, a couple of months later, after recurring diarrhea, I tested positive for Mgen and was prescribed three different antibiotics. The increased potency of the medication led to more side effects, including diarrhea. I spent a good amount of time in the restroom, and I’m glad my job allowed for frequent breaks. It was around this time that I was diagnosed with irritable bowel syndrome (IBS). It’s hard to say if my actions and the subsequent medication led to IBS, but I’ve read that it can be caused by changes in gut bacteria. The last straw in my journey with STDs came when I tested positive for genital herpes. This disease has a negative stigma, and as you may know, it’s a lifelong condition. I’m currently on a two-year suppression medication plan, and I’m fortunate that I haven’t had an outbreak yet. I’m now in a loving relationship with a wonderful partner, who understands my past and the journey I’ve taken to get here. I sometimes wonder if I made the right decisions during those years, and despite the health issues, I believe it was the right path for me. It made me appreciate my health more and freed me from the nagging “what ifs.” My partner is open to the prospect of me having sex with others, but given the past STDs and us having to use condoms, the logistics of testing and treatment are not sexy at all. If you’ve stuck around to the end, thank you for reading. Just know that while gay sex can be a lot of fun, it comes with many health risks that I don’t think are discussed enough these days. Different people react differently to the symptoms associated with STDs. In my case, I got the short straw.

I dropped in at the Baths on my way home from work. I planned to get sucked and maybe fuck a little. I was 90% Top. Due to my size (6'4", 220 lbs), guys tended to get overwhelmed when I engulfed them. The guys I attracted, or was attracted to, were straight-acting Bottoms, frequently married or Bi, who had little experience dealing with a guy like myself-who dwarfed them in size, overpowered them, and used their Asses for my satisfaction. Anyway, I made eye-contact with an Italian Hunk. He pursued me into the Maze where we connected. What surprised me was that he was not interested in my Cock. On the contrary, he went straight for my Ass. massaging it beneath my towel. Before I knew it, the towel fell to the floor; and he'd maneuvered behind me. I wasn't about to get screwed by him or any other guy; but momentarily humored him, and let him explore my Ass Crack. That excited him and the others who were watching. 'What's this?' I agonized. 'Screw Me Day?' They all seemed to want the same thing, but no way was I going to whore out my Butt to that group of guys. I must admit one of them, a Black Dude with a nice long, thick Cock, turned me on. And when I split, he followed me to the Sauna. We started fooling around. It didn't take long for me to conclude that he, too, wanted my Pussy. After he made a few overt passes, I called it quits and took a hike. After I'd circled the halls several times, I ran into the Black Dude again, accompanied by his Latino Pal. "God, I need to be fucked," spouted Miguel. He sure did have a sweet Ass, and I volunteered to service it for him. The three of us headed to their room. I started to fuck the Hispanic and the Black climbed on my back. As I gave way, the Latino ducked out from under me, grabbed his towel, and vamoosed. That left the two of us alone in the room on the bunk, the Black's Cock poised at my Cunt. I realized I'd been duped by the two. Their real intent had been to get me fucked. The Black plowed my Hole. In my compromised position, I could barely resist. Actually I didn't try very hard. Considering my earlier experiences, I'd become somewhat resolved. He slid in and out and yodeled he was gonna shoot. Afterward I was on the commode when they came in the john. "You breed his Ass?" "Like takin' candy from a baby," the Black replied. "And did you POZ his Cunt?" "All I know is that Whitey's walkin' around with the biggest, badest Load of Bug Juice this Dude's ever shot." POZ me? Bug Juice? I blanched and sat stone still till they left. I was stunned. Sure, it was bound to happen. But what the hell, I was a Top! Tops aren't supposed to get POZZED; but I feared my day of reckoning had cum. Of course, one POZ Fuck doesn't spell HIV. Lots of guys bottom for years and never get the Bug. In a daze I stumbled back to the Maze. And who was waiting for me there, but the Italian I'd met early on. Only now, stretched and lubed courtesy of one Long Black Dong, I was easy pickings for the European's Manmeat. He slid right into me, no questions asked, and in no time shot up my Ass. Again we'd gained an audience; and again, the key attraction was my Butt. When he withdrew, another to took his place-then another-and another. Overall, I took half a dozen Loads that afternoon. I began to think, 'Why not?' If I had the Virus up my Ass, it'd be self-serving to keep it to myself. Yeah, sure, they could have acerbated things by grinding the POZ Stew into my Ass Walls, but, then again, I suspected my days as a NEG TOP were numbered. So since I already had the Virus in me, I took off to see how the Bottom half lived.

Hot writing. Though Mr. Sanchez seems to have no morals whatsoever. Hmmm... that gives me an idea for a story of my own 😈

Will be at RRI on 8/18. Looking to take loads. Only requirement is cock over 7 and thick. Also be ready to load and breed. Hot Latino boy here. 30yo 6’1 thin toned build. Smooth. Amazing hole. U won’t be disappointed at all.

Sorry, but I have to give a contrary opinion. By someone who knows what they're doing, teeth can be used to nibble and/or lightly scrape instead of bite. When I eat ass, depending on the bottom's reaction to my tongue in his hole, I will lightly scrape my teeth across that spot between his taint/perinuem and ass lips. Depending on THAT reaction, I may lightly scrape my teeth across his ass lips. I have encountered bottoms who have just about jumped out of their skin (in a good way) when I've done that. If there's no reaction or a negative reaction when I lightly scrape across that particular spot, I don't introduce teeth and instead keep using my tongue.

And he’s damn lucky guy to have you for that!

Oh fuck yeahhhh,,I want to eat out your cum filled fuckhole

Some years ago, not long after I left Uni, I was in Brighton for a conference with some senior colleagues. It was pretty boring and I'd heard about a sauna not far from the conference centre. So I slipped away one afternoon and decided to go and find the place. I can't remember what it was called, but it was down a side street behind an anonymous blue door. Inside, it was small with a ground floor with a sauna cabin and seating area beside the reception. Upstairs were a couple of playrooms, each with a mattress on a low platform. I changed, wrapped a towel around my waist and checked the place out. It wasn't busy at that stage. In the sauna cabin, I got talking to a middle-aged guy with an average, fleshy body but a nice looking cock with a mushroom head which poked out from his towel. He saw me looking and uncovered it and stroked it to erection. A heavy drool of precum slid onto the bench. I was very excited, but also a bit shy and didn't know what to do. But he just smiled and said "Let's go upstairs." I followed him up the narrow stairs to one of the playrooms. He unwrapped my towel and let it drop and I shivered with excitement as he grasped my cock and stroked it hard. He dropped his towel and got me to hold his heavy cock and soon my hand was slippery with precum. We kissed and the feel of his tongue in my mouth made me feel faint with pleasure. Before I knew it, he pushed me back onto the bench and lifted my legs to my chest. "Nice arse." He said, picking up a sachet of lube from the mattress. He tore it open and smeared it on my arsehole. sliding his finger in a little and making me gasp. He started pushing his cock into me. The big head stretched me open, then popped in and I moaned as the heavy shaft slid in and his balls flattened against my cheeks. "Oh very nice!" He sighed happily. I couldn't believe he'd gone in bare and I was about to ask about a condom when he said " I take it you're poz like me?" My blood froze but his cock felt so good sliding in and out. What should I do? "N..n..no,. I'm not " I finally said, but I didn't move. He raised and eyebrow and said " I suppose we should stop, then?" But he kept fucking me and it felt unbelievable, especially knowing it was a poz cock and it had already leaked toxic pre-cum in me. I gasped and raised my legs further, thrusting my arse out so his cock could go deeper. I had made my decision. I couldn't stop. If I was to get pregnant, so be it. In fact, I wanted his poz seed to impregnate me. He smiled as he felt me draw him in. "So, " He said. " You want my poz babies after all?" I nodded and surrendered myself to him. "Good lad!" He leaned forward, looked me in the eye and said "Here it comes! Poz seed in you!" With that he leaned and kissed me. Our tongues intertwined and then I felt his cock swell and throb, swell and throb as he came in me. I groaned with lust. I had nver felt so excited knowing his dirty cum was probably infecting me. When he'd finished we lay for a while as his cock softened in me "When it slips out, close your hole and keep the cum inside. We want it to take, don't we?" As his cock slipped out with a wet hiss, I closed my arsehole as he had told me. He got up and showed me his glistening cock, wet with sperm. My cock was rigid and twitching with excitement as my chest heaved and gasped with lust

This story is very worthy of follow up. I’m hoping Dante’s engagement is ruined by his cheating. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ writing, Scorpion!!

We kissed, gently at first but then the animal in him took over and he pushed his tongue deep and forcefully into my throat, causing me to gasp for breath. I reached down and fumbled with the button fly and belt of his jeans desperate to see what was hidden inside. I guess I’m what you would call a size queen and as the package finally revealed it’s hidden treasure I gasped again as I felt that monster cock in my hands, it was at least 9 inches and very thick, just what I needed to hit the spot. His name wasn’t important; I don’t think we’d even exchanged those silly details when we’d met in the bar just 30 minutes earlier, but the attraction was instant and intense between us and neither of us had been able to take or eyes of the other. He was taller than me at around 6”2, dark, with cropped hair and very muscular, he came across as confident without being arrogant and it really was a case of our eyes meeting across a crowded room. He smiled and raised his beer in salute to me and I smiled back, blushing a little at the attention from the smiling hottie. My light complexion meant that even the slightest blush shone on me and I brushed my blond hair away from my face in a gesture that I suddenly felt was too overtly camp. I’m no screamer by any means but with my shoulder length blonde hair and slight but toned build I felt out of place in most gay bars, surrounded by muscle marys. I was startled from my daydream by looking back up and finding the hunk standing there next to me. He smiled that killer smile again and said, “Got a place?” I nodded and we headed together for the bar exit. So here we were, in my apartment, I was lucky enough to live just minutes from the bar and I was now pushed against the hallway wall moaning gently as he nibbled his way gently down my neck, and playing with my left nipple through the fabric of my tight fitting t-shirt. I put up no resistance as he pulled my shirt up over my head, exposing my chest and allowing him to work his way down further and nibble my erect nipple. He shucked off the jeans and underwear from round his ankles and still suckling my hard nipple he began to unbuckle my belt and push down my trousers and underwear, allowing my own throbbing cock to burst free. He ran his hands up and down its length causing me to shudder slightly. He stopped what he was doing and stepped back from me, smiling and looking me up and down all the while, I blushed now, standing naked in my own hallway with this handsome stranger, finally now he broke the silence “Shall we move somewhere more comfortable” he said. I didn’t need any other encouragement and took him by his hand and led him through to my bedroom down the darkened hallway. Once through the door he discarded his shirt revealing a big muscular chest with a light dusting of hair and then animal in him took over again, he pushed me hard, face down into the bed and parted my ass cheeks. This guy knew what he wanted and was taking no prisoners, I heard him spit onto his hand and felt him start to rub one finger along the hairy crack of my ass ……… I shuddered again, I was so hot by now that I wanted to scream at him to fuck me and fuck me hard. I felt my asshole pop as he slid his finger into me and began to work his saliva into me, I felt the finger pull out and heard him spit again, this time he began to work two fingers into me, “oh yeh baby, this is one hot ass, I can feel it sucking on my fingers, it’s just dying to feed on my big cock”. A third finger went in and I wanted nothing more than that cock in me. I reached over to my nightstand and passed a condom back to him and picked up the little brown bottle of poppers that i kept there (hey i'm no angel - i love a poppered up fuck). I started to sniff heavily on the poppers and within seconds my head was buzzing and I began to feel him slide into me, he was gentle at first and despite the poppers it hurt, as my ass resisted such a large intrusion. He’d stop momentarily and then I’d feel him start to slide more into me, until finally he was resting fully against my firm ass with that beautiful cock throbbing gently inside me. He stayed that way for a few minutes as if savouring the feeling of my tight warm ass wrapped around his meaty cock and then slowly pulled out partially and then pushed back into me and I moaned loudly as he grazed my prostate and really hit the spot. It wasn’t the easiest of fucks and I wished a little that he’d used more lube than just his spit, but nevertheless I was really starting to get into the rhythm arching my back and raising my ass to push back to meet him as he started to fuck me harder and slam his cock into my ass. Then something fluttered past my shoulder and onto the bed, it was the unopened condom packet! The buzz from the poppers was gone then and I almost shouted, “Are you fucking me raw?” and tried to buck him off. “It’s the ONLY way to fuck pretty boy” he growled and pushed his full weight down on me pressing me to the bed and stepping up the pace of his fucking. Despite my best intentions I was now really get off on the fact that I was effectively being raped. He paused his fucking and reached over my shoulder and grabbed the bottle of poppers, first taking a hit himself and then forcing the bottle under my nose, “sniff” he barked at me. Totally compliant now I took hold of the bottle myself and inhaled deeply into both nostrils, again after a few moments that buzz kicked in and my head began to spin and I now ached to be fucked by that big raw cock in my ass. I moaned gently and he laughed, “yeah, I’m gonna make a barebacking bitch out of you yet”. I didn’t say a word, I didn’t want to admit that I liked this out loud – I wasn’t ready to confess my new found desires either to myself or to him but I guess he’d taken my moaning as the signal to start again and he started again to fuck my ass HARD. As the poppers really took effect I couldn’t imagine anything more important than getting every inch of that cock in me. His fucking was relentless now and he really slamming into my ass, pounding me so hard that I felt I was in danger of being forced through the mattress. He was still pounding away but leant forward now and started growling in my ear, “oh yeh pretty boy I am going to fill this tight little ass with cum”, “take it, you bitch”, “yeh c’mon, open that ass for my big cock” .... this dirty talk was making me so damn hard that there was now nothing more important that that cock inside me. His pace and his breathing both quickened now and I knew it wouldn’t be long until he came; I was high on poppers and lost in the intense feeling of the fucking I was receiving but still I was filled with a mixture of dread and excitement at the thought of someone cumming inside me for the first time. He was panting heavily now and pounding my ass hard, with a final hard slam into me I could feel his cock pulsing as he blew what felt like a big load of cum deep into my guts and he yelled as he came, almost screaming into my ear, “take it bitch, take my hot toxic cum!”. With a final few stabs into my ass he fell on top of me, breathing heavily, Something amazing happened while he was fucking me, without even touching myself I had cum. My own orgasm had been intense, I’d never cum without jerking myself off before and yet here I was, laid stomach down with a pool of my own neg sperm soaking into my mattress, still with this hunky guy on top of me with my guts full of poz cum and his softening cock still inside me. With a plop, his cock pulled out of my ass and he flopped over onto his back, I rolled over onto my side, revealing the cum underneath and he laughed, “I guess you enjoyed that after all”. I smiled sheepishly and nodded, feeling alive at being released from the tyranny of condoms, I HAD enjoyed it and something inside had changed and I knew I’d definitely bareback again and soon. “I have to ask you something” I said, unable to look him in the eye now. He placed a finger softly on my lips, the gesture intended to shush me, “yeh, I am poz”, he said. I sighed deeply, “I guess I expected to get it at some point but I never expected to do it so willingly” He smiled again, leant forward and kissed me gently, “you ready to go again and make sure you do convert?” I looked down and noticed he was hard again, and stroking his big tool. I only smiled and rolled over, raising my ass in the air again ……. And you know what, I was ready!

The most I’ve ever taken in one night was 22 loads. And several other dicks that never Nutted. A buddy and I were in Los Angeles and we got a hotel room for the weekend. One night he pimp me out in the next night I pimped him out. We both were trying to set a new record, and we both accomplish that!

Welcome to bareback. Getting flooded is worth it. No matter how many loads you take it’s never enough but keep going. Only way to find out how it feels is to try it.

Part 3 i pulled up my trackies and headed for the street. the guy follwed at a close distance making jokes at my expense "hey man you look like yer wakign funny - any reason for that?" we were back on the street and my face turned red as I hurried towards the hotel. "Hey mate, looks like you took a backdoor delivery? was the package too big???" i could hear him laughing as I frantically tried to think of the fastest/most discrete way of getting him into my hotel and upto the room. my best hope was that reception was busy and no-one would notice us coming in. we walked through the sliding doors and I veered off to the left to get to the lifts as quick as possible. the homeless guy (damm he had bred me twice and I still didnt know his name) followed me but one of the reception staff noticed his sleeping bag over his shoulder and came out to stop him "Im sorry Sir, you have to leave the hotel" "Hey man im a guest of this guy" he pointed at me "Is this true Sir???" the concierge asked "yes yes its correct!" I gave him my name and room number and showed my key card "very good Sir" he said with obvious distain At that moment the bell dinged to indicate the doors opening. I tried to get the guy into the lift but he turned to the concierge and said "yeah im his guest, and if you think he is walking funny now wait til you see him when I leave" I pulled him into the lift and the doors mercifully closed. he stood there grinning at me still looking cute and sexy as ever and as motified as I was I couldnt help but grin back we got to the room and he took a moment to admire the decor - whistling at the luxury - then he carefully put his sleeping bag and rucksack behind a chair. he walked over to me and said "fancy place you got here" then grabbed my neck bent me over the bed yanksed down my trackies and shoved his massive cock back up my arse. I screamed into the duvet more out of shock than pain but the lack of warning took me off guard and my hole was puffy and sore from his last fucking. "Ahhh man please theres lube on the nightstand", "yeah So??" he fucked me aggressively for 5/6 minutes before slowing down. "you want my load bitch?", " Yes Sir PLease, i cant take any more just cum in me". he pulled his cock out of my hole "kneel on the floor", i slid down onto the carpet. the guy kicked off his dirty runners, trackie bottoms, underwear and socks and knelt on the bed "Lick my balls", "WHAT????", "you want my load you better worship my nuts", "but arent you going to shower first???", "no you can wash them with your tongue, now hurry up or im gonna get pissed off" I knelt behind him and cautiously lapped at his big hairy nutsac. it was a bit salty and sweaty, like many guys i'd licked before, i dont know why I thought his balls would taste any different. I got to work licking and sucking them. Trying to coax him into giving me his load. "mmmmm I can feel a big load of my baby batter building up inside those bad boys, youre doing great queer, now start working up to my hole". I looked up at his butthole, fearing the worst. his hole looked surprisingly clean and tightly puckered - obviously his arsehole was one-way traffic only. i started lapping at his crack, working towards his hole. another sniff but all I could detect was normal musky sweaty and a hint of perfume - I realised that the homeless services would often give out wetwipes to those on the street and he obviously was fairly good at wiping. Relieved, istarted lapping at his musky hole. damm if felt so disgusting, humiliating and incredibly erotic to be licking this homeless guys asshole. he was clearly enjoying it from the noises he was making and I began to wonder would i have done otherwise if his ass hadnt been as clean as i licked he stroked his big cock, dribbing precum on the bedlinen. finally he stood up, grabbed my collar again, bent me over the dressing table and shoved his cock deep inside me once more. bent over the table like this I was seeing myself in the mirror, watching a homeless guy fucking me from behind, watchign myself scream once more when he forced his cock though my puffy asshole. seeing the ecstacy on his cute furry face as he started shooting his seed into me once more. it was all too much. without touching myself I shot my load all over the floor

Not been used for some time but still proud to see it gaping and refusing to close…. Much prefer to refer to it as my Mancunt rather than hole. 🐷🍆💪🏻

How do I get pleasure from little cocks? By having them cum in me. Much the same as big cocks really.

I really wish u had finished this story, the destruction of Dante is so hot

Since becoming poz, I've always practiced safe fucking. I've never even thought about doing anything remotely unsafe - and I always spread the word about condom use among my friends. I'm a bottom so I never thought about being concerned with a neg top fucking me bare. transmission I assume is low. But I have this asshole friend of mine named Jake - or at least a guy I always run into because we have many friends in common. He thinks that poz guys who get knocked up do so because they are too promiscuous. He actually said "they fuck too much and don't know when to stop so I don't have any sympathy for them." I decided right then and there that my mission was to set up his ass some how. It also helped knowing he is a big fan of Disneyland, so putting everything I knew about Jake, I had the perfect idea to get poz cum up his hole - and I wasn't thinking one load. About six or seven months had passed and I decided it was time to make my move, and by good fortune I ran into Jake at a birthday party. I casually mentioned to him I was going to an amusement park in Anaheim with a group of guys and that we got a hotel room to make it an all weekend full of fun. I told him I had an extra ticket because someone had canceled. He ran the idea through his mind and asked me if he could buy the ticket from me. I told him that it would save me the trouble from being fucked over since the other guy had canceled on me. I also mentioned the other guy lived in Santa Ana and wasn't going to stay in the hotel room. After speaking to him, I ended up having him agree to sleep on the hotel room floor. We figured we wouldn't tell the front desk the room would have five guests staying instead of four. It was a big hotel room with two beds. I told him to bring an extra pillow. It was summer so there wasn't really a need to bring extra blankets. The next part of the plan was to now get poz tops into bareback fucking a negative asshole. I put an ad on a popular bareback site with the heading "Poz Tops Needed for Conversion Party." On the Wednesday before the Friday night sleep-over, I had 26 tops who responded. I had to separate those on the from the list those who were NOT poz, which reduced the number to 15, and then I did my best to eliminate the flakes, which reduced the list to 12. After talking to nine of them who gave me their number, I explained the plan. They were to stay most of the first night and take turns making trips to the restroom and seducing Jake to surrender his hole to them - bareback. It was probably going to be a challenge. I had nine guys who continued to express interest in the undertaking. During each interview, I jotted notes on how committed they seemed, how turned on they were from the scene, if they were really off meds and if they had ever pozzed a neg man before. Dick size played a small part, but I definitely wanted tops with bigger than average dick sizes. I also noted that a couple were able to give more than one load up an unsuspecting asshole. After I narrowed my search, I came up with the best three poz guys of the bunch. They had 26 inches of poz dick they could offer a hungry bottom. All three claimed to be aggressive and would not pull out early. One of the tops claimed to have pozzed up at least 14 men that he knew of for sure. Friday night came and the Jake arrived right after I did as planned. It was around 10pm. We planned to get a good rest and start off bright and early as soon as the park opened. Jake staked his blanket and pillow on the floor near the restroom. As he was about to lye down, I asked him if he was really going to sleep with pajamas with firetrucks all over. I told him that was kind of goofy and that he could sleep the way I do, bare ass naked. The other guys aren't going to look or care I pointed out, but it would stand out when he got up in the morning to shower. And besides, it was in the middle of summer. Soon after Jake and I had dozed off and the other 3 came trickling into the hotel room. They had no suitcases since they weren't going to stay the whole night. I had the biggest dick top sleep with me in my bed. The top in my bed held me by wrapping his arms around me with his dick resting along my crack. Too bad his dick wasn't going to slide up my hole. Jake was sound asleep while the other guys were waiting for my signal. The first guy I had go first went to the restroom. He was naked and had a semi-hard-on. He left the bathroom light on which provided me with a small amount of light just enough to watch the show, yet make the bottom feel comfortable that it was night. The top crouched down on his knees and starting rubbing Jake's body. One hand was feeling his arms, back and legs. The other hand was seducing his asscheeks and crack. The top also started to lightly tug on his Jake's dickshaft. Jake woke up with a rging hard-on. "Hey dude, what's going on?" Jake whispered. "I can't sleep and I'm really horned up. I was hoping you were a bottom," the top whispered back. Didn't take long before the top had his poz bare dick up Jake's ass. I could tell Jake was trying to be careful not to wake anyone up. The top played along. His dick sea-sawed back and forth, up and down his ass shoot. All of a sudden, the top thrusted hard for a couple stroked up Jake's ass as he was feeding Jake's ass with some grade A American poz cum. The top whispered, "My name is Brad, what's yours?" "Jake," he whispered back, "I don't usually fuck bareback." The top told Jake not to worry about it and went back in bed. About a half hour later another top did much the same thing. The previous top who had fucked already left for home. In no time, the second top with a nine inch dick was breathing heavy with desire as he was fucking Jake's hole. as predicted, Jake was on the receiving end of a poz load. Now there was only one poz top left, and he was a multiple orgasm top. The top nudged Jake awake and asked him if he wanted to share his bed because the other top left home to deal with an emergency. Jake was tired but complied. Jake's ass took a pounding. I decided to come out of the blanket and lay in my bed stroking while Jake was getting fucked over. Jake saw me but didn't seem to want to stop because of embarrassment. I egged them on, and walked over to the bed and began playing and stroking Jake's balls and dick. "Get your faggot hands off me!" Jake screamed. In this situation I knew I had the upper hand. I gestured 'fuck you' with my middle finger, accompanied with a loud retort "Fuck you! And I mean really, fuck you!" "I don't want your AIDS hands touching my balls and dick!" Jake screamed out. "So how many poz cum loads do you think you took tonight Jake? Just how many?" The top was breathless and about to squirt his fourth load up Jake's asshole. "I count six loads. Six poz creamy loads!" Jake looked at the top, who just shrugged with a lascivious smile. "Why didn't you tell me the guys were all poz?" "Why would it matter," I asked, "You never bareback, remember?"

I left the toilet clothes in hand and butt naked. My cock still hard and dripping. I was a little torn between wanting to watch him knock up some 18-year-old and getting cock up my ass myself. But my quivering ass made up my mind for me. My ass still felt the assault from that AIDS daddy in the restroom. Having his cock up my ass for just a few minutes pounding away coating my guts with his toxic precum for just a few strokes made me uncontrollably horny to get fucked by anyone. I wanted to cock up my ass. Any cum, lots of cum, from anyone who would do it to me. I was really hoping the rumors I had heard about this place in Evening were true. The sun had set but the night was clear and the moon was pretty close to full. I walked to the edge of the woods and stood there gently stroking my cock before I walked in. Giving my eyes a chance to adjust to the change in light. I looked back toward the toilets. I saw the shape of a young guy moving towards the toilet. He was stripping off his clothes as he approached. When he got to the door he tossed his clothes in some shrubs next to the door. I heard the squeak of the door as he entered. I don’t know what possessed me to do what I did next, but I walked back over to the toilets and pulledthe kid’s clothes from the bushes. In the light I could tell that his clothes would fit me OK. There was a pair of basketball shorts that would be a little snug but not bad. There was an oversized T-shirt, perfect. And a jockstrap. I held the pouch to my face and sniffed deeply. Unmistakable scent of teenage boy underwear. I had smelled it enough time with my own two boys. I knew what teen boy cock smells like. I slipped on the jock. Tossed my clothes into the bush where his he been. And took his clothes with me. I stepped onto the trail at the edge of the woods. I walked down the path able to discern shapes and movement in the half light. There were other guys in the park. I don’t know where they had come from because there were no cars. There must be another access to the park. I walked along quietly gingerly until I got to a spot I recognized. It was a spot where almost 3 years ago I had been pozfucked by a hot young guy. The spot where my quest for AIDS started. I stepped off the trail and took a few steps towards the figure out the dark. He started moving closer to me. As he got within a few feet we recognized each other. It was the kid who passed me almost 3 years ago. And he recognized me. ” hey there,” he said “ Haven’t seen you around here in a while. Back for more?” He reached up and grabbed my cock. Pulled me in for deep kiss. I wrapped my arms around his body and he felt smooth but kind of bone. He pulled away and I looked him up and down. Above his right that was a biohazard symbol. He had a slightly wasted look. He reached up and grabbed my cock. Pulled me in for a deep kiss. I wrapped my arms around his body and he felt smooth but kind of bony. He pulled away and I looked him up and down. Above his right path was a biohazard symbol. He had a slightly wasted look. We started talking and making out. I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth sliding in deep as I could into my throat. While I was sucking him he confessed to me that the guy in the toilets had converted him a month before he fucked me. He told me I was his first breeding after he was positive. He also told that he had full-blown AIDS at this point. That turned me on more than I could say. I slid his cock deep in my throat as I could. Milked it with my throat muscles. He moaned grab the back of my head and started face fucking me. Slamming his cock deep into my throat. After a few minutes he pushed me away. ”Fuck dude” he said,”you’re an amazing cocksucker.but I want that ass. I want to give you my virus.” He pulled me up and pushed me back around up against a tree. He squatted down behind me and spread my ass cheeks. He buried his face in my ass, tonguing my hole, working it in an out.I was moaning like the slut bitch that I am. Begging him to pause my ass up. Begging him to slide his aides babies up into my guts. ”Oh fuck dude. I want that ass so bad.” he muttered. He stood and unceremoniously plunged his cock deep into my ass all the way to the hilt. I screamed and moaned at the same time. He rested his cock in me as he slipped a poppers bottle under my nose. He held my nostril shut and I breathe deep. Reached up and held his hand in place. I breathed in three or four times in that one nostril and then switched. I breathed then three or four more hits in the other nostril. I was flying high as his cock started pistoning in and out of my hole, Tearing up my guts and banging my prostate hard. I was moaning and begging for a seed. Begging for his aids babies. Begging for his virus in my bloodstream. Then I started begging him for demon seed. Begging him to bring me over to the Darkside. In my mind all I could think was that I was sacrificing my ass to pure evil. My cock was hard and rubbing up against the material of the jockstrap. As the kid fucked me I shot a big load into the pouch of the jockstrap. And as my ass clamped hard for my orgasm his cock began to spasm in my whole. He grabbed my hips hard and pulled me as close up against him as he could get. Pushing his cock as deep in my body as it would go. Past my second sphincter. Deep into my guts he poured his aids. I can’t explain it but ass his semen filled my body a kind of shadow fell over my soul, fell over my vision. Not only was there no going back at this point, there was no desire to. There was only desire for cum. There was only desire for pleasure. There is only desire to please anyone with a cock. Deep in my soul I knew that I had given myself over completely to cock, cum., and pleasure. He stroked his cock in and out of my ass a few more strokes. He rested against my back. His cock gently slid out and he stepped away from me. I never saw him leave because as soon as he stepped away someone else stepped up and another cock slid into my hole. After three more cocks and three loads in my ass I finally left the woods. Cum was running down my legs but I didn’t care. I felt so complete so satisfied. As I walked by the toilets I checked the bushes. The clothes were gone. Some random kid who just got an ass load of aids was walking around in my clothes. It was then I realized all I was wearing was the jockstrap. As I approach the road I slipped on the shorts. And jogged my way back to my car. I never bothered to change clothes or to put on the shirt. I just threw myself in the car and went directly to the porno store And spent the rest of the night worshiping cock and accepting seed from anyone.

Thx to the anonymous editor.... (again) Still here the original version.... which makes it easier for me to continue with the story line. Until death do us part (story a cheating boyfriend) It happened all on a sunny Saturday at Michelle’s wedding. She was a very good friend of mine and I was an invited guest to celebrate with her, the most important day of her life so far. We were quite a crowd, as we witnessed the solemn vows in the church. But I had no eyes for the holy ceremony in front of me. My eyes rested on a young guy who was sitting not far away from me. I recognized his breathtaking beauty, his innocent appearance. He looked almost angelic with his blonde hair and blue eyes. His body frame was athletic and still petite. He was not really tall – maybe 5 feet and 7 inches the most. Eventually he felt observed and after smiling shyly to me once in a while, he concentrated his gaze at Michelle and John who promised to love and cherish each other for the rest of their lives. It was obvious, that the guy next to my blonde angel was his boyfriend. He held his arm around his shoulder, like he was protecting him. It was a nice gesture and somehow it made me hard. The boy’s eyes wandered back to me, just to look away…. it was almost like a hot and dangerous game. We all got up when the bride and groom started to leave the church. And although my cock was extremely hard, I stood up just to show the little blonde darling, what was in store for him. The blonde guy passed me and saw the immense bulge and blushed. Since he couldn’t look away, I knew I had him on the hook. During the afternoon we had quite a ball and I made sure, that Michelle placed me next to the lovely twink. He and his fiancée were friends of her now husband. I learnt that his name was Dante. Later that evening, when the people were wandering around to dance or take a smoke or simply talk to others we stayed at our table and looked at each other. He told me he was with his partner for two years now and they planned to marry also in the upcoming year. I nodded and my right hand was at the back of his chair. My thumb was caressing his shoulder blade, while he told me how much he was in love with his boyfriend. With my left hand I massaged my bump unashamedly. No one saw it anyway, no one but Dante who tried to ignore my hands playing with my hard on. “Would you mind stop touching me? I am here with my boyfriend….” he said all of a sudden. I kept on caressing his back and told him I knew that, but I was not doing any harm by touching him. “Still…. it is not appropriate” he insisted. “So you want me to stop. I can do that. I can stop touching you and I can take ‘that’ away from you” I replied and stopped groping myself. Spreading my legs I gave him a good view of the tent, that was building up in my pants. Dante gulped. “It looks great… but I am scared someone could see me looking at it” he whispered. “You could take a closer look, somewhere more private” I suggested. Dante looked around frantically. “Meet me at the church yard…. tomorrow…. at 3 pm” I demanded. “But my boyfriend” he mumbled. “We will just meet and talk” I promised him, although I knew I would be the one talking. He wouldn’t be able to reply, since he would massage my cock with his throat. Dante nodded. “I will try to meet you there” he promised and with that I got up and made sure he got a good last look at my bulging pants before I left the table to get me another drink and to enjoy the rest of the evening with a bunch of my acquaintances. The next day came and I arrived at the church shortly before 3 pm. Dante was waiting for me already. He was sitting on a bench and texting on his mobile. Dressed in a washed out jeans and a skater shirt he looked even younger than his 18 years of age, which he told me yesterday. I walked up to him and build myself up in front of him. My dick started to stir again and since he was sitting at the right height, it was the first thing he saw. A nice lump was forming in my jeans again. “Hey Dante… nice, that you made it” I greeted him. “Yeah – nice to see…. you…. too” he replied staring at my jeans. Then his eyes searched for my eyes and he smiled at me. “Although - I am still not comfortable to be here. I even lied to my boyfriend” he admitted. ‘Nice’ I thought. “Why? What did you tell him?” I wanted to know. “I texted him I lost my bracelet at the wedding and wanted to check in various places if I could find it” he said. “Well let’s take a walk over the cemetery. We could talk and find a quiet corner to converse some more” I looked at him with a friendly face. “Okay” he agreed and with that we started walking towards the entrance of the wide cemetery. We chatted along and I kept looking for a bench to be a little offside. Sooner or later I found the perfect place. It was a bench positioned beneath a willow without any tombstones neaby. We sat down and since Dante kept on peering to my jeans I laid my arm around his shoulder and sat there with legs apart. “Well, why don’t start feeling me up a little bit, while we talk.” I suggested. “I am not sure if I should do this” he mentioned. “It would feel like cheating on my boyfriend and I don’t want to go that path. I am proud that we are committing ourselves into a faithful relationship” he told me. ‘Blah blah blah’ I thought. Of course I agreed with that and I told him it was not my intention to ruin anything. I could relate on that, since I was in a solid relationship myself (a lie) and would never be not loyal to my loved one (a lie again… since I cheated always on my partners. Come on, as if fucking the same old hole would make you horny after some times of usage. “But then again – it is nothing more than a human touch” I explained to him and touched his right hand. “See…. nothing more. No cheating, no lies, just a human touch – and I got the feeling you were quite interested yesterday to feel me up. And I can see it in your eyes, that you still are… ” I encouraged Dante. He didn’t look at my face. He stared openly at my bulge and his hand tried to fondle the clear outlining of my hard 9 inch long cock. He started at the base with one finger and followed the route up to my cockhead. There he used three of his fingers to get a grip around my glans penis and massaged it through my jeans. “It is so long and thick” he said admiring. “Yeah – most guys turn me down, because of that” I sighed deeply. “Are you serious?” he looked up at me, but kept on stroking my cock through my tight jeans. I simply nodded. It was unbelievable, how many guys were scared of the size of my cock. Of course this was a lie also, but I wanted to get this thing going. “I would love to feel it up my ass” he confessed. He told me that the cock of his boyfriend was only six inches long and was really thin. “I’m sorry – I shouldn’t have told you that” he apologized. “Nah – man we are friends. Who can you turn to, if not to a friend in such matters?” I asked him honestly and played my cards so hypocritically. “So you fuck your boyfriend?” I asked him? “Good lord – no!” he exclaimed. He was the passive part, which made it so critical for him. He loved his boyfriend, just in bed he was a whack. “Oh that’s bad of course, but love can overcome such problems” I praised him and really had to bite my tongue in order not to laugh out loud. “You want to take a closer look?” I asked him. “Here? Out in the open?” he sounded shocked. I got the feeling this twink was really a good one ‘as in’ playing always safe – meeting the love of his life – testing for HIV and that crap and then fucking without condoms like rabbits. He was a ‘Neg’ for sure, which made him even more desirable for me. “Nah – are you crazy?” I played the surprised. “We could use the church toilets and you could take a short glance. That’s it” I promised. I vowed I would not fuck him there and smiled my winning smile and so we agreed on walking to the toilets. He was supposed to walk in front of me and reserve a stall and I would enter immediately behind him and enter the stall if no one else was in there at all. I’ve watched him shaking his ass at me, while he looked for the right way back to the church. From time to time he turned around to me and grinned, while I followed him, giving him a dirty look. I even squeezed my bulge more than one time, when he took another turn, gazing at me. I was horny like a dog when I entered the church toilets and as we thought, we were the only ones in there at that moment. So Dante took the last of three stalls and disappeared in it. I followed him and closed the door behind us. Right after that the main door opened again and someone shuffled into to urinals section and started to pee. I signaled Dante to get down on his knees and to open my pants, while I pretended to concentrate to the stranger outside, but I hardly listened to the noises the other fellow made. Dante understood and so he went down and started with my belt. I looked down on him and it was like, he was hypnotized by the huge lump in my jeans. He opened the buttons swiftly and then he received his present of the day – my cock! He was mesmerized and looked at it closely. He felt the girth of my dick and enjoyed smelling around my dong, but he never tried to move to the next step. So I whispered to him, if he would like to hold it, while I took a piss, because I really had to go… He nodded and smiled at me. He aimed my dick towards the toilet porcelain and I started letting go a strong gush of piss. I sighed relieved and the luck was on my side, when I realized that there was no toilet paper in our stall. So when I finished pissing up, I told Dante about our dilemma and asked him, if he could finish the job. He looked up at me with big eyes and you could see his brain started working. But the tension was too much for him and so he focused his gaze on my dick head again and shortly after that I felt his tongue lapping at my glanse penis. Dante enjoyed licking my piss slit. His tongue wiped through my piss slit a lot of times. He even dared to take my cock head into his mouth for a couple of seconds and started sucking me softly. Then the magic moment was gone and Dante started jacking me off slowly, but without his mouth supporting it. I knew what he was trying to do, but it was my game and he had to obey my rules. So I stopped his motions and started to button up, while grinning at him cheekily. Dante looked like a child, who got robbed of his favorite toy. I almost felt sorry for him, but this jacking off would lead to nothing. I had to keep his tension up and so I apologized to him, and told him that I had to leave for a date with my lover (a lie, since there was no solid relationship for me) and if he would like to meet me for another chat, we could meet at the church parking lot on Thursday at the same time again. His face brightened up and he promised he would make it. We talked about ordinary stuff, as we walked back to the lot. Dante came here by bus and so we parted merrily. I didn’t suggest to him, that I could drop him off somewhere else and he didn’t seem to mind it, but for the next time I knew we wouldn’t end up in the church toilet. There were other places…. peaceful places we could go, to get engaged in some more action. Little did Dante know, that there was more about me, than just my handsome face or a big cock in my jeans....