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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.”

Years ago...like probably 7 or 8 years ago... I had finally succumbed to my need for cock and cum. At the time I was in my mid-30's, married with 2 boys, decent looking furry guy, bearish, 5'10" 170# and nice fat 7" bone that blasted big loads. And I was (and still am) a minister in an evangelical mega-church. Not a well-known one and small in comparison to alot of them. My slide into gay sex started like alot of guys like me - checking out dick pics, then porn, then furtive hook ups in parks and tearooms far enough away from home not to be recognized. I loved nothing more than sliding my lips over a fat dripping cock sliding through a hole in a cubicle or toilet stall or porn store booth. I progressed from fucking with condoms to fucking bareback as a top. The first raw fuck I ever had was with a legal high school kid in a public park. He watched me walk into the wooded area behind the toilets and followed. He was about 5' 8, br/br, buzz cut and smooth torso. No six-pac but fit and firm. I stopped about 50 yds into the trees and pulled out my hardening cock. He wasted no time, stripping off his shirt as he approached me and sliding his board shorts off as he stepped in front of me. So young and smooth and oozing sex. I wanted him...bad. We started making out, sucking each others cocks, he started feeding me poppers. When I was flying and moaning like a whore he flipped around and backed his sweet hole onto my bone - all the way to the root in one swift motion. His ass was so firm and round and fuckable. And it was cummy. I didn't realize it at the moment. His hole was just slick and warm and I was so buzzed on poppers I didn't give a fuck about rubbers. I pounded his sweet hole. Pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in. Speeding up and slowing down. Grinding in circle. He was moaning and spewing more filthy talk than I had ever heard. "Breed me. Rape my boyhole. Make me your bitch. Pretend I'm your son and your forcing me to take it." Making it last until I couldn't hold back I blasted cum up in him for what seemed like a full 5 minutes. Cum was dripping out of his hole. I stayed in him and kept fucking til I slipped out. He spun around and cleaned off my cock. He was still hard and dripping. As he cleaned my cock, he started tongue-washing my balls. He turned me around and in my poppers/post orgasm haze I didn't resist. He passed me the poppers and started eating my ass. I hit the brown bottle hard. Fuck. I had never felt so good. His tongue pushed deeper and deeper into my hole. He added a finger then two. I hit the poppers hard again, pretty sure I knew what was coming but I couldn't stop it. He stood and placed his hard cock at my hole just as a wave of poppers rushed over me. He pushed in slow and steady . I moaned, "Fuck me, boy! Fuck me." And he did. He started slow but sped up quickly. His cock banged my prostate hard and my cock popped back up. He pounded for I don't know how long. I was blissed out and could only feel his cock and his hot torso against my back. At some point my cock exploded and I was shooting jizz onto the ground without touching myself. He straightened up, grabbed my hips and moaned, "I'm breeding your hole. Take my load. Take my babies faggot." And he came up my ass pulse after pulse. His cock pushed deep into my body. I was letting him. Begging him for it. Hitting the poppers again. I felt like I was one with some part of myself I had never experienced before. The kid shuddered a few times and his cock slipped out of my ass. Before I could recover enough to turn around he had his shorts up and was heading out of the park. My ass was dripping cum as I watched him moving off and all I could think was, "What did I just do?" and "Fuck, I want more....now." He had left the poppers behind and as I dressed myself and caught my breath, I decided it was time to head to the porno store the next town over. I got back to my car and there was note on the windshield. It read: "Hey dude, great fuck. Loved taking your load. Just so you know, I already had three loads in my hole when you fucked me and I have HIV. And no meds. Enjoy the gift faggit." (more to cum)

Hello : I hope you all enjoy this story. It's my first try on here, so please be a little forgiving. Bart listened to the two young brothers talking in the bar. The one slightly older brother telling his younger brother about testing positive a month ago and starting his meds in about two weeks when his insurance kicks in. Then Bart's ears perked up, the little brother mentioned his thoughts of just to stop worrying about converting, as he hated condoms, but was scared. His brother felt the same about not wanting to use condoms anymore, but was scared about passing the bug along. Bart was a conversion master. He had parties monthly for charging up new comers. He always wanted to get a set of brothers together for a charging. He had a special plan for helping a set who were not sure about completing the process. Now it looks like he could get his dream. This was a little out of the way bar, and the bartender owner was his good friend and buddy in parties, as well as shared his dream. Two hours later, Bart and Tim had the passed out brothers in Bart's playroom. Bart's playroom was no ordinary playroom. It was in someways a dungeon master's wet dream. Different slings, crosses, frames, a water trough accessible from different angles, a large shower area, different electro toys and other toys. All in a large garage like building on Bart's out of the way land. He could have loud parties and no one to bother or notice. Or in this case, two brothers who may be a little loud in their resistance, and no one to hear them. Bart and Tim worked together to strip the two young men and get them strapped into their respective works. As they stripped the older brother they found a muscular athletic body, good amount of hair covering his chest and abs, and very thick trail leading to trimmed pubes. Below was a beautiful uncut cock, a plump almost six inch soft penis and nice large balls. Beautiful fuzzy ass as well. Can't wait to see how large this cock gets and performs. He was strapped into a standing frame a little larger than a doorway and on locking wheels, his body not quite an X but almost. Next to be stripped was the younger brother, which they found a tight swimmers bodied boy. Hair just sprouting around his nipples and a nice neat treasure trail leading to a full set of pubes, and another beautiful uncut cock. His cock actually had a longer foreskin then the older brother, but his cock was little thinner and shorter, but not by much. This brother was strapped into a roll away sling. The brothers were in their respective devices for about 45 minutes when they started coming around, and realizing they couldn't move much. Aaron fixed in a standing position, and Ryan in a prone position, and very much naked. They struggled for bit and then began yelling. This brought in a changed Bart and Tim. They had changed into black jock straps and masks. The two men were very muscular and hairy, each with biohazard tat on one of their pecs. Bart came up close to the two brothers "You might as well settle down, you two aren't going anywhere for a while." "Now, we overheard you talking about your position and your hidden desires. Well little bro, your big bro is going to help you out with a little gift, and big bro your little bro will be helping you out in the process. Both of you will be helping us to live out a dream as well." Aaron struggled a bit and yelled, "What do you mean? Let us go." Tim came up to Aaron and lightly tugged one of Aaron's hairy nipples, "Oh, you'll be sharing a more detailed amount of DNA than you already do." Aaron then recalled what a biohazard tat generally meant for most gay men, and really started struggling. "No, I'm not going to do that. You can't make me." "Oh, you'll not have much of a choice in the matter soon. We'll be sure you get in the 'mood' to give your gift." Bart smiled, and stepping over to a table, he opened a carry bag out of which he selected a small plastic bag containing some little blue pills, another small plastic bag containing a few yellowish shards, another plastic bag containing something that looked like tea leaves, as well as a couple large bottles of water. Then he reached over to the wall and took two medium sized enema bags off of the hooks where they were hanging, poured one of the bottles of water into a pan and started lightly warming it. Bart crushed a blue pill and stirred it into some warm water with some of the tea leaves, and let it sit. He then took a largish yellow shard and crushed it up and put it into one of the enema bags. Bart than took the rest of the warm water and filled both of the enema bags all the way up. "Help me move our guests over near the trough." Bart and Tim moved Ryan closest to the trough, just to the side of the trough near one of the short sides, furthest from the drain. Then moved Aaron to the opposite end closest to the drain. "Now, you get to watch us start to get little bro ready to receive his gift." At this point the brothers starting yelling again, and struggling. Tim knelt down between Ryan's spread legs, held him still, and tongued his hole. In only a few minutes Ryan's hole loosened up to Tim's expert tongue, and Ryan's screams were turning to moans of pleasure. Tim then began fingering Ryan's hole, spreading a little lube into the opening, after a minute or so announcing "He's ready for the first rinse." Bart than hung the first enema bag, the one with plain water and slowly started to insert the nozzle into Ryan's ass. Slowly moving it in and out a little, making Ryan moan a little but still trying to say no. Then with the nozzle fully planted in Ryan's ass, he started the water flow. Tim at the same time rubbed Ryan's belly softly and gently. "There you go little bro, just relax. Let the water in you. Let it pour into your guts. Just relax," Tim kept purring to him. Soon the bag was empty. Bart then lubed up a small/medium butt plug. In one swift motion pulled the nozzle out and shove the plug in. "Let's let the water loosen up everything for bit, and work on big bro now." Aaron started struggling and yelling. "That's not going to you any good. You just need to drink a little something right now. You can either be a good boy and drink or we'll get you to drink it. Yelling does not good, no one is here to hear you. The drink actually tastes real good." "Boys, you might as well relax and enjoy and stop struggling. You'll enjoy it more, and really have fun giving and receiving your gifts." "Your not going to force me to infect my brother with HIV. I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to do this to my brother. You can't make me. See, I'm not even hard. I'm not going to do it." "Oh, after having this tasty little drink, you'll be more in the mood. In fact, you'll be a horn dog ready to fuck anything." "You can't make me. I won't let myself cum, I'll fight it" "Oh, your too young to resist shooting a load when you get going. Besides, we have our ways." During this time Ryan's eyes got bigger, now that he fully understood what was happening. He'd never been fucked by a real cock yet. He'd had his ass played with, and lots of dildos, but never a real cock. But he'd always dreamed of his brother taking his cherry. When his brother told him he was positive he thought it would never happen now, except maybe using a condom if his brother would take him. As Tim was still rubbing Ryan's belly, Ryan stopped struggling, and Tim noticed Ryan's cock was thickening up and getting a little longer. "Hey bud, I think little bro is liking the idea of what he's hearing." Bart then looked at Aaron, "See your little bro seems to like the idea. So relax, give the gift." "No, you can't make me." Bart then came over to Aaron with cup of liquid. The drink is a modified tea. It of course has the well known little blue pill in it, but also the tea leaves were a mixture of herbs that help in the same manner and also turn up the desire in a man. Usually within an hour a man is harder than a rock and so horned up a goat would be appealing. Between the blue pill and the herbs, Aaron will not be able to fight the urge his body will be put into. But in Aaron's case, it will be something much nicer, Ryan's sweet ass. Aaron forced his mouth shut, and shook his head as Bart tried to get him to drink. "Okay, I guess we'll have to do this the hard way than." Bart set the drink down and went to the wall, reaching up he retrieved a small padded clip and a mask like item that seemed to have a mouth piece and a hose with a funnel sticking out. Ryan's eyes got a little big when he saw this, he didn't want his brother to be forced to do anything, he didn't want his brother hurt. "Aaron, its okay. Drink it. If it makes you want to fuck me, so be it. Aaron don't fight them anymore. I love you. If I have to get infected, I'd rather it be from you. I'd rather you take by cherry, not some stranger if that's want happens. Just drink it if it will help you." "NO!" Bart approached Aaron with the items. "One last time, you want to drink?" Aaron shook his head. "Okay, here goes. Bud come over here, and hold his head." Tim left Ryan and came over behind Aaron and grabbed his head and held it still. Aaron clamped his mouth down harder. Bart then reached over with the little rubberized clip, and clipped it to Aaron's nose, pinching his nose shut. Aaron's eyes got huge as he realized what was going to happen, just as Bart started to talk. "With your nose all pinched shut, you can only breathe through your mouth, so you'll have no choice but to open your mouth. Then I'll get this mask on you and you'll drink whatever we put in the spout. If you don't breathe through your mouth, you'll just pass out and we'll put the mask on anyways. So, one more time you want to drink?" Aaron shook his head, but he was getting red from the need to breathe. Bart readied the mask to shove into his mouth when it opened. "Aaron, just drink it, don't let them hurt you. Please, don't fight them." Aaron felt himself getting light and a little headache from not breathing, and suddenly his reflexes kicked in and his body on its own forced him to open his mouth to breathe. Bart quickly shoved the mask into Aaron's face, forcing the mouth piece into Aaron's mouth and held it there as Aaron panted through his mouth. While Aaron was distracted with the need to breathe, Bart held his head from the front, and Tim fixed the strap to the back of Aaron's head. The mask wasn't going anywhere now. Aaron would now drink whatever Bart or Tim wanted to put into the funnel. "Ok big bro, you will drink now. You'll love the taste. And you'll love how it makes you feel soon. Just relax now. You can either enjoy where your going and in giving your gift, or it will continue to be a struggle and you'll find out how we make you continue." He released the nose plug from Aaron's nose so Aaron was breathing better now. Tim was no longer holding Aaron's head, he didn't need to. Anything poured into that funnel would go into Aaron's mouth and be swallowed by hook or by crook. Aaron just shook his head. "Aaron, please stop fighting. Just drink. I'm scared, but I love you and its okay. It's okay, don't fight them anymore. I'd rather you be the one to do this to me. Please, stop fighting." Ryan was lightly sobbing for his big brother. He was scared, but deep down he knew he didn't like the idea of condoms, he always wanted to feel the real cock, not the rubber. So he knew at some point he'd probably come up poz like his brother. So who better than Aaron to give it to him. Tim pulled over a small stool and lifted the funnel up so the tea would go smoothly down to Aaron's mouth. Aaron's eyes were huge, and tears slowly dripping down. Bart began stroking Aaron's struggling head. "Just relax. Here comes your liquid treat. You'll love the taste" Tim started to slowly pour the tea into the funnel. When the tea hit Aaron's mouth he started shaking his head more, trying not to swallow and hold it in his mouth. The tea was just the right temperature and flavor that his body wanted to swallow. Bart then started caressing Aaron's neck and throat purring at him to swallow, not to fight any more just relax and swallow. Between the pleasant flavor and the stroking of his throat Aaron's body took over and he swallowed, and swallowed as the liquid came into his mouth. "That's a good boy. See it tastes good. That's my boy. Now relax. I'll take the mask off now." Now that Aaron had his drink, Tim went behind Aaron and undid the mask and then reached around Aaron and rubbed Aaron's fuzzy belly, kissing the back of Aaron's neck. Bart started to pull on the mouth piece, "Relax your jaw boy and I'll pull this out." Aaron complied and the mask popped out. Ryan was now getting a little uncomfortable with the liquid in him and started to moan a little. "Ok little bro, time to drain you" Bart and Tim headed over to Ryan, pushed his sling over to the trough, so his ass was over the trough. Tim began rubbing Ryan's belly as Bart pulled the plug out of his ass. All the water began rushing out of Ryan's ass. "Just relax and let it all out, don't push, just relax and let your body do its thing. Enjoy the feeling of it leaving you." Ryan just relaxed and actually chubbed up a bit as the water poured out of him. When he was done, Bart sprayed him off and dried him off. Bart then went over to the table and picked up the next enema bag, the one with the yellowish shard all crushed up in it and a toothbrush, plus a little special lube that also had the same type of crushed shard. "Okay little bro, time to prep your body to receive its gift, and give you your mood enhancer. This might smart just a little, but then you'll start feeling really good once we get the liquid enhancer into you." Bart then begin to tease Ryan's hole with the lube, dipping his finger in and out, and adding more lube as he went. Then he lubed up the toothbrush, which Aaron started moaning no out loud, and lightly sobbed. Bart slowly inserted the toothbrush into Ryan's ass. Slowly out and back in, moving the brush around a little in Ryan's ass so his insides were being brushed all around. Bart was carefully brushing in deeper and deeper into Ryan's ass. Ryan was moaning both in some pain and in pleasure. All the while Aaron watching with tears slowly running down his checks, thinking of what would be coming. "That's it little bro, relax and accept the brushing. Getting you all ready for your special gift from big bro. I'll show you the brush when done, its getting nice and pink." Ryan saw Aaron lightly shaking in his sobs, "Aaron I'm okay, it doesn't hurt. It actually feels sort of good. I'm getting a little warm inside, and a little tingly. If I'm going to get this, I want it from you, no one else. Don't worry Aaron." Ryan also had a few tears running down his checks, mostly because he didn't like seeing his brother so upset. Tim had continued to rub Ryan's belly cooing at him. Bart pulled the toothbrush all the away out again after spinning it around inside Ryan. The brush was now a little more towards red than pink. Bart nodded his head. "Your ready for the mood enhancer now it looks like. See how nicely colored the brush is? See all that nice blood color, this means your ready for the gift and your body will fully accept it." Bart showed the brush to Ryan, who only stared at it and really didn't make much of a noise, as he was too busy feeling the warm tingly feeling and something else starting to rise in him. Bart then walked over to Aaron and showed Aaron the brush. Aaron could only moan again and some more tears fall from his eyes. Aaron moaned, "No, please no, don't do this to us. Please let us go. I don't want to infect him." Bart then placed the brush down on the edge of the trough so Aaron could see it. He then picked up the enema nozzle and generously lubed it up with the special lube, and then inserted into Ryan's ass. "Okay little bro, here comes the good stuff. In a little while you'll really be feeling good, and your ass will begin to scream to be scratched, and a good fucking is the only way to cure that itch." Bart then opened the nozzle letting the liquid flow into Ryan's ass. Ryan began to moan a little as there was a light stinging as it flowed in, but then a little numbness set in. Tim continued rubbing his belly as the liquid began filling him up. Tim was cooing into his ear, "Take it all in little one. Feel it slowly filling you all up. Feel your ass warming to it." Aaron was moaning as he was watching what was going on, and had a feeling he knew what was in that liquid. Once the bag was empty, Bart popped out the nozzle and immediately pushed the plug in again. "Okay, you're all filled up. Let's let you relax and wait for your ass to get hungry. We'll work a little on big bro now before his little drink kicks in more. We don't want him too hard for this part." Bart went back over to the table and picked up a little white soft fuzzy pipe cleaner, that had a smooth waxed tip. Tim walked behind Aaron and wrapped his arms around Aaron, and began rubbing Aaron's fuzzy chest and belly, kissing the back of his neck and grinding his jock covered hard on against Aaron's ass crack. "Okay big bro, time for your special prep. This will help to make your gift that much stronger. Like on your brother, this might smart just a little but then began to feel really good once the lube kicks in. It will also help make your cock hungry for that ass over there, especially with that drink starting to kick in." Bart than grabbed Aaron's cock which was slightly chubbing up because of the drugs in him, and pulled the generous foreskin back exposing the beautiful pinkish purple head of Aaron's penis. What a beautiful large piss hole he had. Bart couldn't help himself, he leaned over and lightly tongued that big hole, the tip of his tongue sliding in a little. Aaron couldn't help himself and moaned a little. Then Bart took the soft pipe cleaner, and slowly, carefully inserted it into Aaron's hole into his penis. Aaron moaned a little in pain, as this was stinging quite a bit. Bart ever so slowly was moving it in and out, going deeper and deeper each time. After a minute the lube's special ingredient sort of numbed the brushing, readying the lube to enter Aaron's bloodstream to make him want to fuck. Also the white of the fuzz was getting subtly pinker, not as pink as the toothbrush, but just a little pinker. Aaron's penis was truly now becoming Aaron's cock, as it was starting to grow and get harder and hotter. The combination of drugs was starting to take affect. The white fuzz was now a true pink, again not quite as red as the toothbrush, but this was only to release a little more of Aaron's toxic fluids into the cum when he shot. Bart pulled the pipe cleaner all the way out, and again gave a little lick to that beautiful cock head. Before he pulled the foreskin back up and let go of Aaron's cock, he dribbled a little more of the special lube on to the head, and carefully pushed what he could into the piss hole, then carefully covered the head up with the skin. "Okay my boys, you are just about ready for the giving of the gift. Let's get little bro the rest of the way ready while big bro's cock gets the rest of the way hard. Oh yeah, one more little thing for you big bro." Bart that pinched his nose causing Aaron to subconsciously open his mouth, and he rubbed a little white powder on and under his tongue, "That will give you a little help in being more compliant." Tim and Bart then moved Aaron's frame a little bit a way from the trough so there would be more room around him. This moved Ryan out of his eye sight. Aaron's head was beginning to spin a little, and he was feeling the most horny he'd ever felt. He looked down and his cock was rock hard and pulsing with his heartbeat. He tried to feel bad about for what was coming, but his sex crazed brain and body just wouldn't let him fully think about it. Tim went over to Ryan, and began rubbing Ryan's belly and looked into Ryan's eyes, which were sort of wide and spacey, and he had that sex blush on his chest. "How you feeling little one? You hungry for cock?" "Fuck, I'm warm all over, I feel so full." "Just wait until we get that water out and put a little more lube in there. Then give you your other little treat. Now the plug is going to be pulled out, you just relax and let the rush feeling just go over you." Bart then removed the plug. Pinkish water came pouring out and into the trough. As the water left Ryan, he started to become hungry for more to be in his ass. Once the water stopped, Bart rinsed him off, and dried him again. Ryan's eyes glassed a bit more and he was starting to moan. "Okay little man, lets move you over near your brother. Then its time for you to receive your special gift." Tim and Bart wheeled Ryan over to within a foot of his brother. Ryan saw Aaron's super hard cock sticking out from his body. He didn't remember it being that big, but maybe that was because it wasn't about to be put into his ass before. Aaron also had a sex flush on his chest going, and he was starting moan saying "Oh fuck, oh fuck." His cock was still pulsing with his heart, and now was starting to leak just a little. Tim kneeled between Ryan's spread legs and started to tongue bathe his hole again. This time though, Ryan's hole was hungry, it wanted sex, it wanted cock. His tongue slid right in deeply making Ryan moan loudly. "Oh fuck, more, I need more." Bart had moved over to the table for the lube and a little nose mask with a small brown bottle. "Just wait little bro, you'll have more in a minute." Bart set the bottle and mask down on Ryan's chest. The went down to his ass, which Tim moved out of the way. Bart took a medium sized syringe and filled it with the special lube, and slowly shoved it up Ryan's ass. Then as he slowly pulled the syringe out he started squeezing a generous amount of the lube into Ryan. The effect was almost immediate for Ryan, making his ass now desperate for cock, for his brother's cock, for his brother's gift. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, please fuck me, I need it up me." "Just a minute little bro, you'll be getting big bro's big cock in you. Lets get your little treat on you now." Bart carefully opened the bottle, and screwed it into the bottom of the nose mask, then carefully fitted it onto Ryan. Ryan automatically breathed in a little with his nose which forced the hit into him. "Oh fuck, ohhhhh" Tim then reached down and rubbed Ryan's chest and pinched a nipple. "Now don't breath in from nose again yet, wait until big bro starts to go into you, then take a deep breath in, you'll get the biggest jolt and high." Bart looked down at Ryan's penis, which was no longer just his penis either, it was a erect cock not quite as impressive as big bro's but just as beautiful in its own way. Bart leaned down and gave it a little kiss, pulsing his tongue into the skin to gently nudge that hidden head. Ryan just moaned louder. "Okay boys, time for big bro to give his gift." Tim got behind Aaron, while Bart securely locked the wheels of Ryan's sling, then slid heavy bars behind and in front of the wheels to be sure that the only movement from the sling cart was just from the sling, which this one didn't move much, just sort of gave little to thrusts, it didn't really swing like the others. Bart was now kneeling down on the floor with the bottle of the special lube, and Tim began to move Aaron's frame to his brother's sling cart. Aaron was now struggling in his mind, he knew he didn't want this, but the drugs in him had him so horned up, his cock was actually itching for action, all his nerves were wired to lust. He tried to yell no, but it came out more as a moan. He felt Bart take hold of his rock hard cock, and start generously lubing it up, all over his cock and inside his foreskin, and an extra amount on the tip of his foreskin. The lube hit him quick and he was starved for sex. Bart stood up with a little bottle in his hand, and held it up to one side of Aaron's nose, and as he pinched the opposite side close he told Aaron to breathe in. Aaron couldn't help it, he did as he was told in his sex crazed mind. The hit went to his brain and he was quaking for sex. Again Bart knelt, and, taking Aaron's cock in hand, nodded his head to Tim to push Aaron to his brother. As Aaron's cock approached Ryan's ass, Bart was thrilled to realize that because Aaron was close to ten inches hard, once he was inside and the frames and Aaron were secured, his cock head would always be buried in his brother no matter how he moved. Tim continued to push Aaron to his brother. And just as Aaron's cock touched Ryan's ass, a small part of Aaron's mind did allow for him to try to pull back, and because he wasn't fully secured in that part of his body his cock did move back. Tim then moved his heavy muscular body against Aaron, and pushed him fully forward and didn't allow him to pull back. This put Aaron's cock nicely into the crack of Ryan's ass. Ryan felt his brother's cock touch him and he moaned loudly, "Please, put it inside, I need his cock inside me, I need it. Aaron, please don't fight it, I need you in me, please." "Breathe in boy, here it comes." And as Bart said this, he held Aaron's cock still and pointing directly against his brothers open hole, and Tim slowly but constantly pushed Aaron so that Aaron's hard cock slowly and evenly slide into his brother. Both brothers moaned in sexual bliss, both slightly quivering from the excitement the of entry. While both brothers were suddenly overwhelmed with the entry, and what their bodies were feeling, Bart quickly secured the two frames together with their special locks, and then secured the special soft belt around Aaron that secured him to the sling. Now if Aaron did try to fight fucking his brother, he wouldn't be able to get away, and his cock was so long it wouldn't fully come out of his brother either. They were meshed together perfectly. "Okay boys, have some fun getting and receiving your special gift. Enjoy this time, feel this time." Tim started moving Aaron's hips a little to help Aaron start his thrusting, while Bart rubbed Ryan's crotch. Aaron was moaning and shaking his head, trying weakly to fight this. His sexual craze taking over a little while causing him to slowly move his cock in and out of his brother. Ryan was just moaning incoherently he was so into it. His cock had actually gotten a little harder, and was beginning to leak precum. Bart couldn't stand it, he had to taste that neg liquid, and ran his tongue all over the top of Ryan's cock, and into the foreskin, making Ryan buck and moan. This causing Aaron's cock to move more in his ass as will. Aaron was moaning in pleasure, but also trying to fight the urge. The fight of the urge was getting more control. "No, please, I can't do this. Ummmm, ohhhh." "Well, lets see if we can get little bro to give you a little help." Bart than moved over to the wall and took down some little pads and a control box. He plugged in the long cord to the control box, and set it down on the floor between the brothers. He then got down on the floor, and saw the beautiful sight of Aaron's big beautiful cock buried in Ryan's ass, with both sets of balls tangling. Bart leaned up and licked each set, causing loud moans from above. As he did this he peeled paper off a pad and stuck it on one of Ryan's ass cheeks as close to Aaron's cock as possible without touching Aaron's cock, and then placed the other on the opposite side. He then plugged the pads into the controller. "Lets help little bro's ass start sucking you a bit big bro, show you how much he wants your gift." Bart and Tim got down under the brothers to watch this. Bart then turned a couple of knobs, and they saw Ryan's butt cheeks twitch, which pulsed his hole and insides on his brother's cock. Aaron felt this and moaned, "Oh, ohhhhh, oh god, no, please, don't make me do this. Ohhh, god, Ryan, I'm sorry. Ohhhh fuckkk your ass it's sucking my cock. Ohhh, ohhh god, I can't, can't give you HIV. Please stop this." Ryan though, because he'd never really been fucked by a real cock, never had drugs, was so lost in lust craze. "Aaron, oh fuck, your cock feels so gooooood in me. I've dreamed of this. Oh fuck, take my cherry. Oh push it in deeper, please." Aaron in a moment of drug lust, shoved as deep as he could go into Ryan at the same time a surge went through the pads, and both brothers moaned and yelled at the intense sexual pulse. Bart afraid Ryan might get too many hits from the bottle now, took off the nose mask, and then pushed off his jock so he could rub his cock as he watched the brother's. Tim also slide off his jock to do the same. The intense sexual excitement of watching the brothers fuck was just too much. Both Bart and Tim saw that the next time Aaron's shaft came out, it was covered in a light pink thick liquid. So all was open and ready to receive Aaron's poison. Between being over a month poz with no meds, and the brushing of both of them, this gifting should take first time. Ryan's ass kept twitching at various intervals, with Aaron trying to fight the urge to fuck, succeeding sometimes and sometime thrusting a few times. Both brothers had a sex sweat covering them. Ryan's cock was at this point copiously leaking precum on to his stomach. Both of the masters were leaking as well, but holding off for the final shot. "Please, please stop this, I don't want to give my brother this, please let me pull out. I know I'm already leaking in him, please I can't give him this. Ohhh ohhh fuck, that ass, ohhhh fuck Ryan, your ass just, ohhhhh god." And he thrusted back in, still trying to fight cumming. This went on for about twenty minutes, Ryan was obviously over the moon in sexual bliss, Aaron was crazed but had just enough of his mind to try to resist. Bart and Tim got up, their hard cocks jutting from the bodies. While both of them were considered well hung, Aaron still was bigger than both of them. Once Ryan got as old has his brother, he might also end up being bigger than them. These brothers with these beautiful cocks, if this gets them into their poz world will make great gifters in their parties. Bart stood up to Aaron and Tim to Ryan. Bart began rubbing Aaron's sweaty fuzzy chest and tweeking his nipples, causing Aaron to moan and jerk a little, and Tim doing the same to Ryan. "Well big bro, I didn't think you had it in you to resist so well. Looks like we'll have to step it up a notch, looking at little bro he's dying to have the gift and your just being stingy. So we'll help you want to give that gift, or more to the point, push it out of you." "No, you don't have to. Oh Aaron, just give me your gift, I want your gift. Give me your bug. I want it, I want it from you. Please, ohhhh, your cock feels so good in me, give me the rest." Ryan came enough out of the haze to moan this at Aaron. "Ryan, bro, ohhhh fuck your ass is still sucking, I can't let myself. Oh fuck, part of me wants to shoot my load in you, and give it to you. But I just, oohhh fuck that feels good, I just can't let myself cum." "Well, okay boys. Buddy, can you get big bro ready for his help in giving his gift." Tim got behind Aaron at this point, and pushed him forward spreading his cheeks, and started to expertly tongue lash his sweaty hairy hole. Aaron just moaned at this and tried to push back to get more tongue, as he loved having his ass eaten out. While Tim was eating Aaron's ass and relaxing it, Bart went to the wall again and brought down two small wired clips, and an elongated butt plug with a wire hanging down. Aaron's hole had opened up to Tim's expert care, so Tim took the same syringe used on his brother and filled it with the lube and lubed up Aaron's insides. While he was doing that, Bart affixed a clamp to each of Aaron's nipples, just tight enough that they wouldn't fall off. Then plugged them into the same control box as Ryan's pad, and turned a knob. Now when Ryan's ass twitched, there was a little tug to Aaron's nipples. This caused Aaron to scream in ecstasy and jerk forward into Ryan, which made Ryan moan harder and his cock twitch a little. Now for the last piece that ought to do the trick, and make Aaron give his reluctant gift. Bart stepped up behind Aaron with the butt plug, and lubed it up with the special lube, he then bent it a little, then slowly pushed it into Aaron, creating a hook. Aaron moaned real loud and shook, especially as it bumped his prostate, which is where it rested. Bart than plugged this into the controller as well, and adjusted another knob. Bart and Tim now stood up to each side of the brothers slowly jacking their hard cocks, their pecs with the tattoo slowly twitching. Aaron was now moaning loudly, "Oh fuck, oh fuck what have you done." Then the pulse from the controler went through for the first time with all the attachments in place. Ryan's ass twitched on Aaron's cock, a tug on Aaron's nipple caused him to start to jerk but then the push against his prostate caused him to push harder into his brother than before. "Ohhhhhh, fuuuckkkk. Ohhhh gooodddd." The pulse stopped. Aaron relaxed and his cock backed a little out of Ryan's ass, with Ryan moaning loudly and saying put it back in. Then another pulse happened, and Aaron's body moved forward jamming his cock back deeply into his brother, both moaning loudly, and now Ryan's cock would jump up with a string leaking from his foreskin to his belly. The pulse stopped and Aaron slide back, with a loud fuck. "Aaron, shove it back in, please, I need it. Please, shove it back, oh god that feels good, its hitting that deep itch. Fuck, oh shit, fuck me. Please." "Ryan, ohhh god, your ass. I'm losing control, I just can't infect you. It's just not fair to you. Ohhhh, ohhhh fuck." And another pulse hit them. Aaron drove forward, with a little pulse of his cock in Ryan which he knew was him pushing a glob of precum in, and Ryan's cock twitch up with its own glob of clear liquid dribbling out. "Ohhhh, Ryan, I don't know how much of this I can take. I really want to cum, I just don't want to let myself, but if I do I'll give this to you, I'll hurt you. I love you, I can't give this to you." "I love you Aaron. I've wanted you inside me since I knew what sex was. I want you inside me, I want your cum. I don't care if it infects me, it will be a part of you in me. Please fuck me, I need you." Another pulse, lasting a bit longer hit them. Aaron was shaking this time a little, groaning, but still refusing to cum, though harder to fight it. Ryan's cock shot up and squirted his clear precum a couple of inches, and he moaned. All the while the masters were jacking off. Bart saw the resistance in Aaron failing, "Big bro, your ready, little bro is ready to receive. I'll help you give your gift to him now. You won't be able to hold off anymore. I can see little bro's ass is dripping with the lube, ass juice, your precum and a little blood. It's time, you need to release your gift. Give your gift to little bro." Bart then turned the knob on the leads to Ryan's ass up a notch which will make it twitch harder and multiple times, he only turned the nipple knob so it will twitch multiple times, and then turned the butt plug up three notches of strength. The next pulse came. Aaron threw his head back, and his waist shot forward harder than ever before, throwing his pubes hard into Ryan, driving his cock the deepest it could go into Ryan. Because the butt plug was on constant not pulse, Aaron held there feeling the tugs on his nipples and Ryan's ass muscle quickly pulsing around his cock. Ryan's cock shot another glob of thick clear fluid out 2 or 3 inches. Both brothers moaning more loudly than before. "Oh bro, I'm not going to be able to hold off. I'm going to cum in you soon. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm weak. I love you so much, I've wanted this too, but not to give you this bug. I'm sorry." Another pulse hit, and Aaron's body shot forward again hard, again driving his cock as deep as it could go, and him trying to push farther, if he could shove his balls in too he would. Pulse stopped, and his cock relaxed back. Sweat was pouring off their bodies. Precum all over Ryan's belly, and still leaking from his cock. Pinkish juices slowly oozing out of Ryan's ass around Aaron's cock. But this time both of their balls were starting to move up tightly to their bodies. It was another few seconds before the next pulse. Bart quickly adjusted knobs so the next one would be a notch stronger all around, and last longer. This was going to be it for them. Bart and Tim were jacking harder, as Bart said, "We're ready to see the gifting, your ready for it. This is it. Your going to shoot now." Then the pulse hit the brothers. Aaron shot forward hard, and because of the strength of the pulse on his prostate and the squeezes around his shaft, his cock just could not take it and the toxin started its hard and fast travel, he was shaking hard against his brothers ass. "Oh fuuuckkk, I'm cumming, I can't stop. Ohhhhh goooddd. Ohhhh, fucckkkk. I can't stop shooting." Shooting he was, he was shooting deeply into Ryan, his cock vibrating and moving and spreading his toxic semen all over the abused walls of Ryan's ass. Ryan at the same time had been through enough, when Aaron's second shot started, Ryan's cock shot up almost straight up and started shooting its on copious load all over his neck, chest and abs. Aaron was in an orgasm for almost five minutes even though the pulse stopped, he didn't remember ever shooting like that. He did it, he shot into Ryan, he probably infected him. But instead of feeling sad, it almost excited him more. Bart and Tim also shot their loads on the floor watching such a forceful show from the brothers. This was all that their dream was imagined. Now if they can get the brothers to come to parties. Bart approached Ryan and ran a hand into Ryan's cum, and lifted it to his mouth to taste the clean sweet cum, Tim did the same thing. Bart gathered up another good amount and lifted his hand up to Ryan, "Here little bro, have some of your cum, this may be your last neg load ever. Remember this as the last." Ryan took the cum and moaned as he swallowed it. Bart scooped up more, "Here big bro, you need to have some of this as well. It's probably his last clean load. Taste its sweetness. Savor your brothers flavor, and remember what a special gift you have given to him." Aaron took the scoop of cum, there was nothing else to do, the deed was done. His brothers cum was delicious. Sweet, a little nutty. "Now you two are even more brothers, you have more DNA together. You've given each your gifts. Big bro's bug will begin growing in you now little bro. Your big bro has given you a gift of freedom, freedom to take what ever cock you want as bare as it should be. And big bro you got his cherry, and he's freed you too. Now the thought of giving your cum isn't scary anymore." Ryan's cock jerked at this, and so did Aaron's which was still about half way in Ryan's ass. "We'll just leave you to together like that. Little bro, just enjoy the feeling of your bros hard cock resting in there. It's going to be hard for some time yet, and it will keep that toxic semen locked in there soaking into you." Aaron though began to feel an urgency in his groin, he had to pee, and he had to pee badly. "I gotta pee, please let us go, so I can pee." Bart and Tim just smiled even broader, "Oh what a treat! That will just seal the gift. Just pee, just let it go, right into his ass. Let your toxic pee will just inject further into his body, fill him up." Ryan sort looked a little shocked, but he secretly always had a desire to feel someone pee in him, so okay, let it me his brother. "Do it Aaron, I want it, pee inside me, just let it go." Tim stood behind Aaron, wedging his semi hard cock into Aaron's fuzzy valley holding Aaron tightly, and began softly rubbing on Aaron's fuzzy belly, right on his bladder. "Do it stud, pee. Let it go. Let it go into that ass. You'll love it, how the hot fluid builds up and around your cock. Let it go. Give him more of the bug, more of your special gift." Bart stood by Ryan and began rubbing his belly, "You ready for your brother's pee, more of his gift, his toxic gift. Get ready to get filled with liquid again, your brother's special liquid." Aaron's head feel back and rested on Tim's shoulder, the sweet talking that light rubbing on his bladder, it was too much, and Aaron begin releasing a torrent of toxic urine into his brother's ass. Shooting with a strong force, shooting well up into Ryan's guts. Filling his guts with the hot liquid. Ryan began moaning loudly as he felt the hot liquid filling him, the rubbing was relaxing him enough to accept the flood of fluids. But it also caused him to start peeing all over himself as his brother was gushing into him. "That's it little bro, just let it go, let it go all over you. Your last neg pee all over you. Feel your brother's going in you, and your's coming out just as hard." Aaron heard this and had to look down to see his brother peeing, and it was a sight. Neither brother remembered peeing so long or hard, nor with such pleasure. "Okay boys, we'll let you rest." Bart rubbed and patted Ryan's full belly, "Big bro will just keep his nice big cock in you for a while, and keep your gift inside you for awhile. We'll keep you here for a couple of weeks as our special guests, just to be sure the gift takes. And if you want to keep giving and receiving the gift to each other, you can. This is a safe place for you to enjoy your new found brotherly love that you two obviously have wanted for some time." Note : I hope you enjoyed this, I know it was a little long, but I wanted all of this in one story for now. I may continue it a bit more, if I can think of a good continuance. Please let me know what you think.

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.

To the OP's question though, there can be times when we're willing to do what we're not inclined to do. When covid first came along, one of my fb's and I got through it together, meaning exclusive sexually, We got together once or twice a week - with me fucking him. After a while though, he surprised me with announcing that he wanted to fuck me !!! I'd never seen him fuck guys at the orgies, so it was a surprise when he asked. We'd been casual buddies for a fairly long time (I liked him personally, and I'm sure it was mutual), and I knew that he didn't have much in the Cock dept. So, eventually I did allow it. Can't say I enjoyed it, but fair is fair, covid was running rampant, so I allowed it. I will never believe that he liked my ass - no one would - but he needed to Breed too occasionally, so I allowed it, because we were buddies trying to get through a dangerous time together. We still are in touch, but not really close now. And that's alright. We were there for each other when we needed each other, and that's reason enough.

I think it really depends on the guy. I've certainly been with guys where, once they cum, the show's over. But I've also had my share of guys who are still horny and keep fucking me, or who say they need a breather but have more, or want me to fuck them. Now some of those guys aren't "all top" and get horned up by my fucking them, which is cool. Age plays a factor too. Younger guys just tend to be a lot hornier and are ready to go again more quickly.

Done it in mall, hotel and bank bathrooms, hot tubs, balconies were someone could have seen. The naughtiest thought was while hiking a very busy trail up a small mountain next to a city. This guy and I had been dirty talking for a bit so decided to go on a hike together. After working up a sweat and hiking for 25 min we skid off the trail behind a large rock, with full view of another mountainside (someone zooming in could have seen). Sucked, fucked, and bred listening to the foot traffic and conversations of bypassing hikers.

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Just looking to be pinned down used for breeding and infection.

First he gave you the best lube he could, then he locked it in with that dildo. Sounds like a nice guy who takes good care of your needs

The sensation I had was that he sort of sealed his lips around a spot, sucked inward to draw the flesh into his mouth, and bit down on it.

OMG I’ve always wanted body mods I now have been castrated with a complete scrotum removal and love it I’ve also started taking estrogen and with no balls there’s no need to take testosterone blockers my next step is to have my penis completely removed and become a nullo . That’s right no penis and no vagina as well just smooth also what my tonsils removed what kind of body mods do you want?

Hooked up at a guy's apartment, he was on his knees sucking my cock as I sat on the sofa. Cell rang and it was obviously bf/husband. They talked a bit then he mouthed the words "fuck me." Slid himself down on my cock while he calmly chatted with bf. At one point as he's bouncing up and down on my dick he saying things like, "so when do you think you'll be home" and "what sounds good for dinner," as he's looking me straight in the eye. It was insanely hot!

As long as both relations are of legal age and are consenting, I see nothing wrong with it.

Chapter 4: The Birth of a Pig Chase pulled his hand out of my mouth, and I looked up at him needing more. I was lost having become officially his, and I didn't want to return back into my own being. I loved having my choice, agency, and self taken away. It was the most comforting feeling I had ever experienced. Chase pulled me up. "I'm going to get something, and I need you to be patient. If you're good, I'll reward with you with such pleasure that ends in a gift that you will never forget." I didn't know what Chase meant, but I loved the sound of it. "Okay. Anything you want, Chase." "Lucas, I need your complete trust. You can't freak out, or question me no matter what. I need you to hand everything over to me. If you can do this, I can set you free. What do you say? This sounded terrifying because I had no idea what Chase had in mind. What was I doing? Who was I? Just a few hours ago I was a heteronormative male who was excited to move to Vermont. I thought it would be a great place to find a down-to-earth girl, marry her, and start a family. And yet here I was with another guy's cum in my hair, and a deep desire to become something other than myself. While it was terrifying, a different path was being dangled in front of me, and I knew I couldn't walk away from it. "I'm yours." Chase smiled, "I knew you couldn't say no. I know what you need more than anyone else." He was right. "Now, I have to go downstairs and get something, and I need you to be a good boy and wait here. Remember, don't go back into your head. Stay here with me in this moment. You don't think, just do." Chase quickly put his clothes back on and walked toward the door. Before he left he turned to me and said, "No thinking." When Chase closed the door, I rushed to the window to see where he was going. Maybe I could figure out what he was getting. I saw him walk out ground floor door, walk a few doors over. There was a homeless man sitting on a stoop, and Chase stopped to say something to him. What was happening? Why was Chase talking to this filthy, cracked out guy? I watched as Chase gave the homeless man some money, and in return the man gave Chase a bag. Holy shit! Did Chase just buy drugs off some random dude living the street!?!? Fuck. What had I gotten myself into. My heart was beating so hard it felt like my eyes might pop out of my head. As Chase turned around, to walk back toward my apartment, he glanced up at the window and shot me his beautiful smile. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What do I do? Should I lock the door, take a shower, crawl into bed, and pretend like this never happened. Or do I do what felt so right, and follow Chase's commands. I sunk down onto the couch, paralyzed by my conflicting thoughts. I heard the door open, and in walked Chase. "Lucas, I see what you're doing." Chase walked over to me and sat down. He grabbed my face so I was looking right into eyes. "I told you to stop thinking. There is nothing to consider. You have no choice here but to submit." He pulled me in to a deep kiss. My mouth opened and his tongue entered. My mind went blank, and that intoxicating feeling swept over me again. I pulled Chase toward me, and he wrapped his big arms around me and pulled me into his wide chest. I was gone. "This is your new life, Lucas. By the end of tonight, you'll be so far gone, you can't go back. I'm going to make you into a cum dump pig, and you're going to beg me to do it. You're going to love it. Now, I need you to come to the end of the couch and climb on all fours." I didn't blink. I got up, and pushed my ass into the air. Chase went into my kitchen. I could hear him opening up drawers and doors. I heard him walk back over to me, and I felt Chase rub something cold onto my ass. Then I felt an object being pressed against my ass. "Push out like you're going to take a shit." Suddenly the object popped into my ass. I heard Chase open up a water bottle, and began to pour it into what I now realized was funnel. "Now you're going to hold this water in you for 10 seconds, and you're going to position yourself over this bowl. Then I want you to release the water." What was happening? "Here we go." I felt full, but just when I thought I was going to explode, I felt Chase put the bowl against my ass. I positioned myself so I was over it, and I released. "Good," said Chase. He walked into the bathroom, and I heard him empty the contents into the toilet and flush. We did that several more times. Chase rubbed my back affectionately and said, "Now you're ready. Lucas, do you trust me? Are you willing to become a part of me?" No thinking. "Yes. Fuck yes." Again, I felt Chase apply lube onto my virgin hole, and slowly insert a finger into me. He slowly pushed it all the way into me, and twisted it. At first it hurt, and then I remembered I wasn't supposed to think. So I went blank, and my ass opened up for him. Then the pain turned to pleasure. He slowly withdrew his finger. I heard him rustling with a plastic bag. "This is beginning of your new life, Lucas." I felt a sharp pain, and realized that Chase was sliding whatever was in that bag into my ass. Wow, that was a burning I couldn't ignore. Wow. "Oh fuck!" I exclaimed. "Just sit with it. It will dissipate. Give it a minute." Suddenly, the fire died down, and a rush like I've never felt came over me. And in that moment, I was no longer Lucas. My identity was gone. All I could think about was my hole. I couldn't stop opening it. I couldn't stop thinking about how much I needed my hole to be filled with anyone, or anything. Fuck! It was incredible. "Chase, please flood my hole. Fuck. Please. Fuck. I need it so bad. Oh my fucking god. Please, Chase." "Welcome, pig. Now that you're awake, it's time to set you free."

Bruce, pictured here, has been after Matt's ass for years. For one reason or another, it never seemed to work out. However, this past weekend, Matt attended a club and happened to run into Bruce. The two began dancing together at the club. Eventually, Bruce went in for it feeling Matt's rock hard cock by shoving his hand in his pants. Matt responded by grabbing Bruce in for a kiss. After a lot of teasing Bruce suggested they leave the club. They didn't make it out of the parking lot before Matt was on Bruce's lap in the backseat of Matt's car. Matt ripped Bruce's pants down and began to suck on his 7" cock. Matt could taste the precum as it flowed down his waiting throat. After a bit of that, Bruce switched positions with Matt and began to suck Matt's 7" cock as well. Matt could feel his orgasm build as Bruce is an expert cocksucker. Matt tried to get Bruce to stop, but he didn't listen, and Matt shot his huge load down Bruce's throat and Bruce, of course, swallowed every drop of it. As the two began making out, Matt could taste his load on Bruce's lips. Matt began to position himself under Bruce, rubbing his ass on Bruce's wet, rock hard cock. Bruce murmured they shouldn't fuck, which confused Matt, considering how he'd heard Bruce talk about wanting his ass for a few years, so Matt persisted by pushing Bruce back into a sitting position and sucking his cock once again. Once he got Bruce's cock nice and wet, Matt leapt onto Bruce's lap and started grinding his hole against Bruce's cockhead. Bruce insisted on a condom, to which Matt laughed and said, simply, "I want your cum in my ass and you want to cum in my ass. That's what we're gonna do." As Bruce protested a bit more, Matt felt Bruce's head slip into his ass. Quickly, but with some difficulty, Matt took all seven inches into his hole. At this point, Bruce's shallow protests stopped, and instead he groaned in pleasure, as did Matt. The two resumed making out as Bruce was now thrusting up into Matt who was riding Bruce's cock like a pro. Eventually, Matt was on his back, legs wrapped around Bruce, begging to get fucked harder. As Bruce pounded Matt's ass, the car windows fogged up. Bruce grunted he was getting close and that he was going to pull out, but Matt responded by wrapping his legs tightly around Bruce, and, with even more enthusiasm, worked his ass up and down on Bruce's cock. Finally, Bruce blurted-out "I can't cum in you. I'm poz!" but Matt kept riding. Again Bruce reiterated "I'm poz, Matt! You don't want me to cum in you!" but Matt grabbed Bruce, kissed him and said, "Do you see me stopping? Shoot your hot poz cum in my ass!" Bruce, still struggling with the decision, tried once more but finally succumbed. Bruce said he was about to shoot and Matt said to "Give me that poz cum! Fill my slutty ass with it!" And with that instruction, Bruce buried his cock balls deep and shot his poz cum deep inside of Matt's ass. Matt kept working Bruce's cock to work the poz load deeper in his gut. Bruce looked at Matt, shocked and couldn't believe Matt not only took it, but wanted it. After thinking about it, Bruce smiled and asked Matt if he wanted some more....

23. I was getting plowed by a married black man in his basement when his student showed up early for his lesson. Talk about a boner killer! We threw out clothes on in a great hurry, and he pushed me out the side door as the student came in the front door. Later we started fucking at my home so we wouldn't be so interrupted again.

I left him after that, too tired, sweaty and sore to carry on. He kissed me and said he hoped to see me again. "In the meantime," he said, "There's a sauna you might like. Very friendly and a bit more comfortable than these places!" He gave me the address and I headed back to my hotel for a hot bath. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and said again "what have I done?" But it was too late now and I couldn't forget the sheer excitement of all those men in me, the evidence for which squirted from my arsehole when I sat on the toilet bowl. Work kept me busy for the next week, but then I had an evening free and remembered the sauna. "why not?" I thought. " it'll be less sleazy but I can relax a little." I looked it up on line, and the description made my heart skip a beat. It was reviewed as "dirty" and "sleazy". Most people said they had been once, and never again as it was "full of old men" Someone even said they'd got a dose of clap there. My hand was shaking. Relaxing? It sounded more like a pig paradise. I went out after dinner and, although I had the address and a map, it took me a while to find it down a sidestreet near the docks. There was a windowless building with a nondescript door with the word sauna on it with an arrow pointing to a buzzer. I buzzed and heard the door unlock. I pushed it open and went inside. There was a counter and aother door beyond it. A middle-aged guy leant on the counter. "Hi" I said," How much is the sauna?" "Fifteen,"He replied," But tonight is one of our special nights, so its 20." "Special nights? What kind of special night?" He looked curiously at me "Tonight is the monthly HIV night." I swallowed. "Oh, right. Do..do you have to be HIV positive to come in?" He laughed. "No you don't. But the fact you had to ask means you're not - right? I shook my head, shaking with fear and excitement. "I don't know. Here's the 20" He shrugged and buzzed open the inner door. "Your choice, kiddo. Have fun. By the way, it's also no towels, naked only." Inside was a small changing room with lockers. It smelled of body odour. A couple of guys were getting changed and I glanced over their naked bodies, white and flabby like slugs, and felt my throat go dry with lust. I stripped and noticed a grimey bottle attached to the wall upside down with "Lube" on it in felt pen. I squeezed a dollop onto my fingers and smeared it between my buttocks then, with a deep breath stepped out of the changing room feeling vulnerable and excited in my nudity. There was a small area with a steam room, showers and a toilet. The filthy carpet was wet beneath my feet. A staircase led up into darkness and I made my way up, eyes not yet adjusted. There was a corridor with rooms off it. The only light came from flickering televisions showing porn. Nude men lay face down on the beds inside, legs spread hopefully. I made my way further along the corridor feeling my buttocks sliding against each other with the lube until I came to an open space with a large, round, leather couch in the centre, two slings in the corners and, like the others, lit only by a porno movie on a TV screen on the wall. It was packed with naked bodies, pale flesh glistening in the light from the TV. Both slings were taken, the men in them both with someone between their spread legs clearly fucking them as their arses swayed back and forth. The crowd seemed to suck me in, and I shuddered at the touch of the sweating bodies I knew to be diseased. The atmosphere was heavy with poppers making my cheeks feel flushed and my heart begin to pound. Hands were all over me, feeling my thickening cock, squeezing my nipples, probing my arsehole. I found myself next to the bench on which pale, flabby bodies writhed and groaned, some on their knees offering themselves to the circle of watching men. Someone kissed me, and I recoiled at the thought of his diseased body, then felt myself letting go and with a groan I kissed him back, feeling his tongue in my mouth and a beard scratching my chin. He pushed me back onto the bench in amongst the naked bodies and raised my legs. In the dim light I found myself looking up at a short, fat middle aged guy with heavy rings in his sagging nipples and old school tattoos all over his body. He grinned, revealing stained and broken teeth, and shuffled forward, holding my legs apart as he got into position. I felt the first thrust of his surprisingly thick cock, and felt a moments panic. I could kid myself that the other times I might have got lucky and got away with it but this was the real thing. I was about to be fucked bareback by an HIV positve man. Two men either side took over holding my legs as he leant forward and clamped a poppers bottle to my nose, holding one nostril closed so I had to take a big hit. As the chemical coarsed through my body, I felt my inhibitions being swept away and knew I was lost. He swapped nostrils, and as another hit made my head swim, he pushed brutally forward and his cock slammed into me. "Ahhh... christ!" I gasped in pain, but at the same time my arms went round his neck and I gave myself up to the wonderful, filthy feeling of his cock moving in and out of my hole. He kissed me, and his sweating body started to tremble and his movements more urgent. Perhaps the poppers had got to him, or maybe he'd been there a while. Either way, I knew he was going to cum in me and I groaned in surrender. Isn't this what I came for? I thought. He suddenly gave a snort of release, his body jerked and I could feel his cock throbbing as he filled me with toxic sperm. I was overcome with lust and crushed my mouth to his as he stopped moving, and lay gasping over me. At last he got off me and I felt his softening cock pop out of my hole. "Phew! Cheers, buddy." He said, then turned and disappeared into the crowd. I lay there feeling an enormous sense of freedom and as if I had arrived at the place I was supposed to be. Slowly, deliberately, like a supplicant I turned over and bent forward, offering my arse as I began to suck the cock of one of the guys lying on the couch. I didn't have long to wait. I didn't even look round as a short but heavy cock slid into me and another stranger prepared to breed me...

We went upstairs and sat at the bar. There were a few guys by now and I saw them looking at us with some disgust. The barman served us a couple of beers. He dropped a coin when he was putting the money in the cash register. When he bent down I saw a wet patch on the back of his trousers. I could now see Bill better in the glow from the lights behind the bar. He was skinny and older than I thought, with wispy hair and thin, waxy skin and liver spots over the back of his wrinkled hands. He also had a noticeable sore on his bottom lip and I shuddered at the memory of his kiss, and those diseased lips around my cock, He grinned at me "I heard about your exploits downstairs last night. Sounds like you're a right dirty bastard!" he said. I blushed and grinned back, then sipped my beer. He leaned towards me and said in a low voice. "I take it you're poz like me, then?" "I'm...not sure. I've never been tested." He chuckled and winked at me. "If you've been fucking bare downstairs, I think we can safely assume you are now!" My hand shook a little as I remembered the previous evening and being bred by the man with the biohazard tattoo... He saw my excitement. "You like the thought of it...the dirty sex?" My throat was dry and I could only nod. "Time for me to do my rounds. Want to come?" Intrigued, I said alright and he suddenly went serious. "You come with me and there's no turning back. I live in the gutter and plumb the depths." I looked into his evil face, lined and gaunt from god knows what depraved activities and swallowed my beer. "let's go." I said, aware of the darkness emerging from my soul. We went outside. It was getting dark and the broken pavement glistened with rain. We went down a side street, then turned into a dark alley way with a flickering sign at the end which said Gay Cinema. Inside was a small booth with a bored looking fat guy watching some monitors playing porn. I paid the money for both of us, and followed Jim into the cinema. It was dim, smelly and lit only by a screen showing a close up of a bare cock thrusting between two huge buttocks. There were quite a few men watching. They all seemed to be middle aged or older, real dirty raincoat brigade, most of them wanking judging by the furtive movements of their arms. He ignored them and led me to a staircase leading down to the toilet which consisted of a single cubicle, broken wash basin and a urinal. There was a big hole cut in the cubicle door and I could see in the dim light that some padding had been put around the rim. The door below the hole was covered in dark stains and the whole, claustrophobic area reeked of piss. "Makes the toilet in the bar seem positively four star, don't it?" Bill pulled me into the cubicle and shut the door. It was dark and the toilet bowl had no seat. "After a couple of hours watching porn, they're ready to pop." he said, "and they 'ain't interested in anything but a warm, wet hole to do it in. You up for this?" I took a deep breath. "Yes," realising as I said it what I had become. "One more thing. They're not exactly interested in personal hygiene either, let alone the last time they went to a clap clinic. This is the gutter, mate." I nodded my agreement. He sat on the porcelain bowl, undid my belt and pulled my trousers and pants down. "Nice," he said as my erection sprang free. " but that’s not what we're here for. Turn around." I did as I was told, and he produced some lube and tenderly anointed my arsehole. I giggled and said "I feel like it's my wedding night!" He laughed, and turned me round again. "Stick your arse through the hole." I squatted and found it was big enough to put my whole bottom through, until I was half sitting, half squatting on the padding. Bill stood up. To pass the time, he opened his flies and pushed his thickening cock in my mouth. As I sucked, he opened some poppers and the cubicle filled with aroma until my cheeks felt flushed and my heart pounded. Suddenly, a rough finger was thrust into my cunt, making me jump with shock. "Ah," "Said Bill."Got one, have we?" A second finger was thrust in me, making me wince with pain as the nails scratched me, but I held still. I heard the man grunt appreciatively as he found my hole was well-lubed. The fingers withdrew and I felt hands on my buttocks pulling them apart a little, and then a blunt, heavy cock was pushed into me. My cunt stretched around the head, and then the shaft slid up me until I could feel his hairy stomach against my cheeks.. "Oh, Christ!" I gasped as it began to fuck me. Bill sat down on the bowl, holding my face in his hands. He kissed me then ruffled my hair. "Good boy!" He whispered. I was jerking against the door as the man started thrusting heavily in and out. Footsteps sounded on the stairs and I heard a low chuckle of surprise. "Fuckin' hell! Give us a look, mate!" The cock in me slid most of the way out, and the voice said. "Bareback, eh? Dirty bastard" The man fucking me made no reply. I could tell by the urgency in his thrusts he was close to coming and grabbed the bottle and took a deep sniff. As the chemical hit my brain, the cock in my arse swelled and throbbed and I knew it was coming in me. Finally it stopped. After a pause, the softening cock slid out of me, and I felt sperm dribble over my balls. There was the sound of water in the basin, and at the same time the newcomer pushed a finger in me, sliding easily into the lube and spunk. "Don't mind if I do!" he chortled, and I felt his long, thin cock slip easily up me He fucked me like a rabbit, rapidly in and out then suddenly pushed tight against me. "Coming in you!" he groaned and by his jerky movements I knew he was filling me up. Then, brutally, he pulled out and we heard him stumble upstairs. Bill pulled me up and turned me round. He pulled my cheeks apart. " Bloody hell, it's dripping alright. Looks like you got plenty of babies pumped in you." He licked my hole delicately, savouring the taste of the spunk, as several sets of footsteps clattered down the stairs. "Sounds like the word's got round " he said, turning me back and pushing my bottom towards the glory hole. "Can’t disappoint your lovers, can we?" I heard low whispers of appreciation as my arse appeared, rustles of clothing and zips being lowered, and then I was penetrated again, sagging against Jim's neck as he kissed my cheek and whispered encouragingly to me. One after another, they raped my arsehole with all manner of cocks, small, fat, long, thin and not a condom between them. Once the last footsteps had gone back upstairs, Bill lifted me off the glory hole. I was wringing with sweat and sperm was running down my thighs as my cunt gaped from all the pounding. He turned me round and produced a filthy cloth. “Cum rag.” He grinned and used it to wipe the worst of the spunk and lube dripping from my battered arsehole down my balls and thighs. My cock was rigid and tingly and fit to burst and I knew I was lost in piggery, never to return. Jim turned, lowered his clothes and bent over the smelly toilet bowl. “Climb on, lad. I think you deserve it.” I took the lube, smeared some over my cock, and pushed forward, sliding deliciously into a hot, grainy heat which made me gasp with pleasure and disgust at the same time. “Can’t… can’t hold it!” I gasped. “ Spunk up me, then!” He cried and with a howl of release I felt my cock burst into throbbing ecstasy and I shot my spunk up him. For the first time, I noticed a small, cracked mirror on the rear wall and saw myself in the dim light crouched over the naked man, cock deep in his arse, face flushed with lust and perversion. I smiled at my true self and licked my lips as I moved my cock in him ensuring my cum was pushed deep in his guts…

Until death do us part (story a cheating boyfriend) – Part 05 The following day I called Dante and told him, that Marcus and his friends were still amazed of the good job he had done and that they would like to meet him again soon. I’ve made an agreement with Marcus, that the little bitch would serve them for more poz fuck. Quite a lot guys enjoyed the feeling to convert an innocent one. Tonight for example a group of perverted bikers were in town, looking for the right kind of fun. So I suggested to Dante, that it would be nice, if we would be able to repeat that whole game again tonight. Dante apologized, but he wanted to celebrate his anniversary with his boyfriend and they had already made plans for a romantic dinner. I was a bit disappointed and told him, that I was an invited guest. It would be impolite, if I refused the invitation, so I told him I would find someone else to accompany me. Silence…. “Hello…. ?” I asked through the telephone. “Well… maybe…. I can make arrangements…..” “But it is your anniversary” I interfered “That’s an important date… I totally understand that.” “Yes, but I would like to be with you also, and I don’t want you to meet other guys.” he answered slowly. “You know, I can still have dinner with him tomorrow…” he didn’t sound very convincing. We agreed to meet at 8 pm and to drive back to Michael’s place to enjoy another night of sex and action. Dante told his boyfriend, that one of very best friends had lost his kitten due to a careless driver and ‘she’ would be devastated right now and needed moral support. And his boyfriend believed him. Love is blind… you see…. I was staggered, when he showed up at the agreed time. His white jeans and white shirt was way too tight, but he looked hot in it. He stepped into my car and smiled cutely at me and then went down on my cock to suck me while we drove to Marcus’s place. I almost pumped my poisoned cum into his mouth, but I told him to go slowly. I wanted to enjoy the whole evening with him. There was no need to hurry. We entered the premises and Marcus gave us a warm welcome. “Here is the ‘fluffer-boy’ I told you about…. and almost 20 guys turned to Dante immediately and some of them high-fived him. The guys twisted his tiny and erected nipples, which made the boy moan loudly. Dante looked at me and whispered, that he didn’t recognize any of the guys from last night. Some of them looked quite dangerous and reminded him of a biker gang. I misunderstood Marcus (on purpose) and this was actually a totally different group than the other night. Dante sighed. He didn’t like this idea. More and more people got to know him. This was too dangerous, since he still got a current boyfriend. He turned to Marcus and said he was not happy with this development and Marcus totally supported him. He announced to the entire group, that the guys should respect the privacy of the fluffer, because his real boyfriend didn’t know, that he was here – sucking dick. The twink looked shocked as he saw the grinning and estimated faces of the bystander. The group of men nodded mockingly. They wouldn’t hold it against Dante, if he did a good job. Someone shouted ‘Give him the gift and send him back to his boyfriend’ Everybody was laughing – even Dante reluctantly did. “Oh well – where do you want me to take your loads. Do you want to splash into my eyes…. here? Like last night?” Dante asked softly. “Oh, that is important. Thanks for pointing that out. I suggested to this group, that you would suck dicks and would accept the guys shooting the cum right into your eyes.” Marcus told merely to Dante. “But imagine, they had the same event two days ago with another guy and they want to do something else. I told them, since you specified the rules last night, it would be fair, if they could decide tonight, what is hot…. and what is not.” he continued with his fib. He took Dante by the hand. “The group wants you to kneel… here! Yes… next to the sling…. no… more to the left. Perfect!” “Here you will suck the guys hard and as you can see, you will be placed next to the bitches ass, who will be abused in this sling tonight. This way the fucker can withdraw his cock from your mouth and immediately start fucking the whore. But he can also get out of the cunt and fuck your face for some assistance again. Do you get it?” Marcus asked Dante harshly. The twink nodded slowly. “This way you can concentrate on the next guy already and still assist the current top” he smiled at Dante. “They would also like you to swallow the cum after every third of fourth deposit. For this… you just move over here and put your open mouth over the asshole of the ass whore. Then he will fart the cum straight into your waiting mouth. You will wait until the cunt tells you he is finished farting into your mouth. Then you turn to us and show us the deposits. We tell you when to recycle the cum and then you simply swallow it. Don’t foget to show your empty mouth to us again. And you got to lick the asshole too. It should be cleaned out, so the next alpha male can get to business. Then you move back to your first spot again and the whole thing repeats itself.” Marcus looked expectant. “Can I talk to you, please?” he asked me. “Of course” I said but I showed no intention to move to a more private area. “Speak up….” “I don’t want to swallow the cum from guys I don’t know.” he whispered. The bikers grinned evilly. “Well…. hmm… well try to know them better. Ask their names, before you start sucking them. This way you would know them” I suggested. “But you told me, if I would swallow other guys cum, you would call me a cheater” Dante insisted. “No baby… I told you once, if you would suck a guy and swallow his cum – then you would be a cheater. But you are recycling the junk of other tops. The guy in the sling is the slut. He drains the nuts of these fellow gentlemen. You are just cleaning the mess up and this is exactly what a fluffer boy has to do.” I could see in his eyes he was confused. He wasn’t able to decide what was wrong and what was right. He lost his moral compass interacting with me. Every day a little bit more. Soon he would take dicks in a dark room. He was on its way to be a super bareback poz slut. “What about diseases? Are you all clean?” he asked and knew the answer already. Marcus told him, that he had checked all the papers one hour ago and all the guys were clean. No STD in sight…. such a fucking liar. “Oooookay…..” the boy sighed. Dante started to undress slowly. The guys were luring around him and touched his body. His nipples got twisted again and the blonde angel squirmed and squeaked from time to time. While he took his spot next to the sling, he got on his knees and three biker guys surrounded him. He started massaging their huge bulges through their leather pants and jeans. Suddenly there was a little commotion. The ‘slut’ entered the room and the guys went ballistic. Another twink actually got dragged into the room. He wasn’t able to stand on his own feet. He gazed around with a distant look. The dark haired teen has been drugged or he was totally intoxicated, or maybe both. The huge guys blocked Dante’s view. He just heard them clapping their hands, shouting obscenities. The ‘slut’ got positioned into the sling. He wore a tight jockstrap. Dante could see the hairless ass and he noticed, that the bikers were quite rough on the other young whore. He heard the boy moan, because some of the guys enjoyed squeezing the teen’s balls. “Are you the fluff-boy?” addressed to him. Dante didn’t react at once and got slapped into his face. “I said, are you the fucking fluff-boy?” the leather daddy repeated himself. “Yes Sir. My name is Dante” he replied sweetly. “I don’t care. Start sucking my dick. I want to fuck this filthy whore” he answered. “What is your name?” Dante asked politely. “I’m your first John… now start sucking, or you will deeply regret it” he roared. Dante started to unbuckle the heavy leather belt and opened the cage to a nice big cock. He was semi-hard, but even in this state it was impressive. Dante started licking the glans penis. The leather guy grabbed the boy’s blonde hair and started pumping his rapidly hardening cock deep into Dante’s throat. Really impressive, I thought. It must have been at least ten inches. The slutty bitch in the sling would definitely burst, if this king-size anaconda was raping his hole with this ‘big-gun’ Another guy needed already attention, although Dante’s mouth was still occupied he had to stroke at least one cock already, to keep the guys hard for the action. The leather daddy changed the hole now. He wasn’t the romantic type. You could see his positioned himself at the tight opening and while he drew the twink’s body closer to him, he used all his power to penetrate the ‘slut’ in one swift motion. You could hear the daddy grunt loudly, while he bottomed out. Although the bitch was sort of unconscious, he was still making whining noises and this made the biker even more aggressive. He slammed his pelvis against the young guy’s entrance. This was more than just an aggressive fuck. It was more like the boy got butchered alive. Although he had stamina, you could see and hear, that the first top was close to shoot. “You fucking dirty whore. This is what you get you filthy little punk. I hope I knocked you up you stupid cunt. Thought you could earn some money you bitch?” he groaned, “Now I will kill you…. I will kill you…. you little fag….. you stupid fuck…. this is all you can get….” and with this words he shot his highly toxic venom deep inside the ‘sluts’ ass. Dante had not time listening to all the shouting. He looked up to the second guy who wanted a blow-job, to get hard for the final act. “Hey my name is Dante. What’s yours?” he asked again “I’m your John too…. now suck!” the seconds guy ordered. Dante was so busy doing a good job and still his mind wandered to the sling. He imagined it could be him manhandled this way. And all of a sudden, he was scared…. curious…. excited…. He needed Scorpion’s dick. He wanted him so badly. Tonight…..

Part 2. There was a cluster of men at the bar talking to the fat man who was perched uncomfortably on a bar stool. Bill bought me a drink and we stood chatting with the group. I found it surreal to stand there talking about football with the sperm from two men swimming in my belly. I couldn't also help but thinking the men were, all in all, a sleazy looking group of older trolls, and I could clearly see they were eyeing me hungrily, obviously having been told about my performance by the fat guy. After a while several of them headed for the basement and didn't return. Bill, in turn, sidled up to me and gestured his head towards the basement staircase, remarking "They're waiting for you, sunshine," giving me an evil grin. I put down my drink, knowing what I was going to do, feeling the fear and loathing but unable to stop myself. It was as if a pit of depravity had opened up at the bottom of those stairs, and I was helplessly drawn to it. No-one would understand what I was doing, except these vile men who excited me so much. Bill dug out the filthy tube of lube and the poppers bottle and pressed them into my hand, suggesting with a leer "Here, you'll need these." I blushed and headed over to the stairs, aware of the bar man was watching me and knowing what he must have been thinking. At the bottom, I turned left to the cubicle area and found a group of men standing silently, waiting. More than one man had pulled out his cock and was stroking himself, his flesh rigid in the dim light from the cubicles as everyone watched an old man bent over the sink, naked from the waist down, who was being fucked from behind by a younger man with a bald head and earrings. I paused, intimidated by the atmosphere of sweat, lust and piss and the hungry eyes staring expectantly at me. I took a deep hit of poppers until my heart pounded and my body melted with excitement, then went into a cubicle and pulled off my trousers and underpants, folding them neatly on top of the cistern. I heard grunts of appreciation at my bare bottom, then I turned and the group pulled me in. Hands groped my body, cock and balls and someone hugged me, mashing his mouth against mine, kissing me deeply. I gasped for breath and felt myself giving way to the urge to breed with these strangers as my cock stiffened in rough hands. There was a big box next to the sink, housing a water tank or something, and I found myself pushed back until I was sitting on it. Beside me, the old man had reached back to pull his flabby buttocks apart, urging the man to cum in him in a soft, urgent whisper. Eager hands lifted my legs and bent them to my chest so my bottom hung over the edge and my hole gaped vulnerably as they pulled my legs apart. I held out the tube, and one of the men holding my legs grabbed it, twisted off the cap and rubbed a cold gobbet of lube into my hole making me gasp as he shoved two fingers into me, scratching and probably tearing the delicate skin with his dirty nails. The man grinned down at me and pulled his fingers out, transferring his hold back to my leg, whispered "He's ready. Who's first?" I could see by the sweat shining on his face he was turned on by what was going to happen to me. A short, stocky black guy wearing a dirty tee shirt which bore the word 'Sanitation', pushed his combat trousers and boxers down, and, standing between my legs, grasped his thick, veiny cock which was topped by a large pink head. Sweat dripped off his chin, falling onto my belly as he got into position and all four of us – me, the men holding my legs and the black guy – looked down and watched his cock push into me, opening up my hole then sliding up me until his short, curly pubic hair was tight against my arse. Then as he began pounding away, his balls began to slap against mine as he began to slide it in and out. He leered at me and leaned forward, searching for my mouth with his and clamping his big, soft lips on mine as his thrusts became more urgent. “Yeah!” whispered the man holding my leg, who continued urging “Fuck the bitch! Oh, fuck, you've got it coming now, boy!” The black man grunted as he thrust, mashing his mouth on mine and gripping my thighs as he worked to a climax. Then, he gave a loud gasp and pushed hard into me and I felt his cock throb and throb as he spurted. At the same time, the man beside me stroked my hair praising me in a hoarse whisper, saying “There you go. Good boy, there you go, good boy.” I relished his praise. At the sink, the old man gasped with pleasure as he received the cum from his lover, and as we gazed at each other, we exchanged a smile, recognizing each other as brothers in depravity at that moment. Then the black guy stood back and pulled his cock out of me, and a gush of warm spunk slid down my balls. The guy holding my leg slid his finger into my hole, scooped out some cum, and murmurred “Mmmm …lovely!” as he licked his finger clean. Then someone else was between my thighs, and I found myself looking into the face of the first man who had warned me not to go bare. He pulled off his tee-shirt, dropped his trousers and underwear, giving me a clear view of his long, thin cock which had sprung-up against his belly. Below his belly button was a black bio-hazard tattoo. He saw me look and grinned, asking "I warned you, didn’t I?” as he continued "But since you’ve been pozzed at least three times so far, I guess You won’t mind taking my load, right?” Without waiting for an answer, he slid into me. My response was to reach for the poppers bottle and sag back into his crotch in surrender.