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Chapter 2 Who's Who: - Caleb: main character, 18 y/o senior at St. Denis High School with a strong interest in messaging strangers on sex apps. - Mr. Sanchez: teacher who caught Caleb jacking off in the school bathroom during class while cruising sex apps; threatened to turn Caleb in to the principal if Caleb didn't satisfy Mr. Sanchez's big dick. * * * As Mr. Sanchez's office door closed behind him, Caleb's thoughts ricocheted about. He wondered nervously whether he had done enough to keep Mr. Sanchez from making a report to Principal Lenox. With a curious mix of excitement and anxiousness, he wondered what Mr. Sanchez planned to do later at their lunch-time meeting. Moreover, what is it that Mr. Sanchez had been sending and to whom on Caleb's cell? Snatching his focus from these thoughts, however, was the slickness of the cum lubing Caleb's ass cheeks as he walked down the hallway. Caleb's cock swelled inside his pants as he dwelled on this feeling, which was wholly new and entirely pleasant to him. Caleb walked himself back to first-period calculus — the same class he had left earlier to go masturbate in the boy's bathroom. Was it still first period, though? Without his phone he couldn't check the time, and for the life of him, he couldn't remember if he had heard the bell or not while Mr. Sanchez had been pounding that big, raw dick into his teen butthole. Whatever the case, Caleb needed to retrieve his backpack. He swallowed his nerves as he pulled open the door to Mr. Jacobs' room. The familiar eyes of his fellow classmates were on Caleb as he walked into the silent room. It was, indeed, still first period. The books and papers on everyone's desk indicated quiet time for assignment work. In a hushed tone, Mr. Jacobs gently called Caleb over. "Everything okay, Caleb?" "Yes, Mr. Jacobs." "You were gone for quite a while. I was just about to send someone to check on you." "I'm fine." Caleb declined to preempt Mr. Jacobs' curiosity as he hurriedly considered the implications of various explanations. By not giving Caleb an excuse note, Mr. Sanchez had put Caleb in an awkward position. How was he to justify the mid-class detour to let Mr. Sanchez please himself inside Caleb's lower intestines? Brow furrowed, Mr. Jacobs searched Caleb's face for information that words had not furnished. "Is there a reason you were gone for most of class, then?" "Mr. Sanchez asked me to his office." "He gave you a pass, yes?" Caleb fidgeted in the face of Mr. Jacobs' insistence. "No, I think he forgot." Eyebrow raised, Mr. Jacobs replied, "Mr. Sanchez is not one to forget. If he let you back without a pass, that tends to be for one reason only." Caleb, unaccustomed to having to justify his actions, felt butterflies in his stomach -- a strangely complimentary accompaniment to the soreness in his rear. Mr. Jacobs opened his desk drawer and pulled out his cell. After a few taps and swipes, he set his cell on the desk, screen down, and looked back up at his nervous student. "I'm going to need you to stay after class, Caleb. Head back to your seat." Caleb made his way to the back of the class, moving through the curious glares of his classmates. He surmised their silent efforts to reconcile his behavior that morning with his always-follows-the-rules reputation. Mr. Jacobs' statement about the reason for the missing pass bounced around inside Caleb's skull, but he could not bring himself to believe that Mr. Jacobs could possibly know what precisely had transpired in Mr. Sanchez's office. Could such extraordinary events be guessed with so little context? The most forceful doubt that kept the thought turning in Caleb's mind was the fact that Mr. Jacobs had conferred with his cell phone. Why would he want to check his personal device instead of any of the official communication channels internal to their school intranet? As Caleb took his seat, the pressure of the chair against his ass made for a fresh reminder of how his hole had been made to satisfy Mr. Sanchez's substantial manhood. Caleb found the feeling both discomforting and satisfying. He wondered how Mr. Sanchez's DNA was fairing inside his freshly fucked rectum. Caleb's hardening cock began to push his pants upward into the underside of his desk. The rustle of his classmates' belongings signaled the impending bell tone, which followed on cue. The class emptied of all but Caleb and Mr. Jacobs. Unable to hide his erection, Caleb remained at his seat, hoping his post-class conversation with Mr. Jacobs would not force his erection into view. "Caleb, you can come on up here, please." Caleb stood up and moved to the front of the room. Mr. Jacobs walked over to the classroom door, and as he was locking it, with his back still to Caleb, said dryly, "Nice erection." Caleb's eyes widened in embarrassment. Mr. Jacobs turned to face his silent student. "You know you should be more careful letting a grown man like Mr. Sanchez inseminate you without protection, my dear boy. You're just asking for HIV." Caleb's stomach flipped. Any doubt that he had about what Mr. Jacobs knew evaporated. The mention of HIV added a more ominous dimension to the trouble that Caleb already knew himself to be in. What else did his math teacher possibly know? "Take your clothes off, and get up on my desk. Lie on your back and hold your legs all the way back for me. I have to make this quick." Caleb's heart felt as though it wanted to leap out of his rib cage. He complied with the old man's instructions, adjusting to the coldness of the desk against his naked back. "Mr. Sanchez load you up good?" The crude directness was surprising coming from the mouth of the otherwise straight-laced Mr. Jacobs. Of course, neither would Caleb have imagined presenting his freshly bred hole to a gray-haired, balding, gaunt old man like Mr. Jacobs either. Caleb watched between his lifted legs as his calculus teacher fumbled his thin, long cock out of his unzipped fly. "You going to answer my question, slut, or are you looking to fail this quiz?" Without waiting for a response, Mr. Jacobs plunged his index finger deep into Caleb's hole, stirring the fresh cum inside, then pulled it out, and promptly shoved it right into Caleb's mouth. "Go ahead and suck Mr. Sanchez's baby batter off my finger, slut." Caleb sucked on his calculus teacher's cum-drenched digit eagerly, savoring the unique saltiness of Mr. Sanchez's load. Mr. Jacobs withdrew his finger from Caleb's mouth and quickly gripped his surprisingly bright-pink dick, plunging it right into Caleb's cum-lubed hole without warning. Caleb let out a surprised, "Unh!", as Mr. Jacobs muttered, "Oh fuck!" Mr. Jacobs' abrupt bottoming out inside the teen's anal cavity left a pained look on Caleb's face. "Grip my cock as tightly as you can with your ass muscles, Caleb. Mr. Sanchez will absolutely destroy you if you let his load leak out before lunch." Caleb squeezed his ass muscles tightly around his math teacher's long, bare dick as it continued to press painfully against Caleb's second hole. Mr. Jacobs looked fixated at the place where the base of his cock came into contact with the teen's fuckhole. "You ever take grandpa cock bare before, Caleb?" Mr. Jacobs slowly started moving his dick back and forth inside Caleb's cum-filled ass. "No, Mr. Jacobs." Caleb savored the feeling of having a second raw cock forcing its way into his already used fuckchute. "Well, maybe I should change your homework assignment and have you bring a bottle of dick pills to the assisted living facilities around here to do some community servicing. It would look great on your college applications, for one thing. And I bet you could easily get a dozen loads in your juicy ass before school if you started early enough." Caleb moaned and then replied, "Yes, Mr. Jacobs." He felt the old man's cockhead poking painfully at his second hole. "You are every bit the nasty slut Mr. Sanchez said you were." Mr. Jacobs picked up the pace of his fucking. "Ow, ow!" Caleb exclaimed softly, trying not to offend Mr. Jacobs but unable to ignore the pain he was feeling. "You want me to slow down, Caleb?" Caleb nodded, wincing. Mr. Jacobs looked directly into Caleb's pained eyes and began slamming his cock harder and harder into the boy's hole, pummeling the teen's tightly closed second hole over and over with his snake-like dick. "Ah, fuck!" Caleb inhaled sharply, still not realizing that his effort to grip Mr. Jacob's cock tightly with his anal opening was also keeping his second hole from relaxing against the assault it was enduring. "I'm going to make you into my little first period pussyboy, Caleb. Would you like that, slut? You want to be your teacher's little pussyboy?" Mr. Jacobs pounded the teen's fuckchute even faster. With a pained voice, Caleb managed to say, "Yes,... sir… aah…." "You come into my classroom smelling freshly fucked and full of cum again, and you can expect exactly the same treatment, you understand, slut?" "Unh! Yes, sir…." In spite of his efforts, some cum managed to leak from Caleb's hole down his ass crack and pooled on Mr. Jacobs desk. Mr. Jacobs' thrusts reached their peak as he continued slamming Mr. Sanchez's load deeper into Caleb's guts. "Here comes my load, pussyboy!" Mr. Jacobs grunted loudly as he began coating the teen's insides with his thick grandpa load, adding to Mr. Sanchez's frothed up cum. Caleb did his best to keep gripping Mr. Jacob's spindly, raw cock as tightly as he could. "Keep gripping my dick like that, Caleb. I want you to milk every last drop of cum into your pussy." "Yes, Mr. Jacobs." Caleb watched through his legs as the old man's thrusting slowed and came to a rest. Caleb continued gripping his ass muscles as Mr. Jacobs began his slow, methodical withdraw. "Careful not to spill, boy. You gotta keep all that cum in you through lunch, remember." "Yes, sir," Caleb replied dutifully, the pain in his voice having been replaced by relief. "Good boy. Now show me your hole." Caleb tilted his pelvis upward and pulled back on his spread legs even more. Mr. Jacobs picked up his cell and snapped some closeups of Caleb's pink, cum-glistening hole. The gray-haired calculus teacher then took a few steps back, pressed something on the screen, and staring into his phone, asked Caleb, "How many loads you got in you, boy?" "Two, sir." "Good boy. You going to be my personal pussyboy from now on?" "Yes, sir." "Now tell all the horny old men watching this that you love raw senior citizen cock." Caleb hesitated. "Say, 'I love raw grandpa cock in my teen pussy.'" "I love raw grandpa cock in my teen pussy." "Now get your creamy boypussy to class, slut. You're going to be late." * * *

Matt goes back to Brisbane on Sunday evening and my arse and body in general feels empty. I could easily say I have fallen for the man. We chat every day through work on teams and text in the evenings. Sure enough, just on the 2 weeks mark I have a mild flu. Nothing serious and not COVID. All things considered; I do a home test. And I am HIV positive. Of course, I know I need to go to get it confirmed, but the symptoms are quite mild (which I am grateful for) and I am in no rush. I text Matt with only 4 words. “Congratulations, you’re a dad”. He responds saying he knew he would be. He has fucked a lot of guys, but never spent a couple of days repeatedly breeding the same guy with that much toxic seed. Being the gentleman he is, he asks how I am going and if I need anything. I tell him it has been quite mild, so all good. I knew it was just a weekend of fucking and nothing more, but part of me feels bumbed that it couldn’t be more. I was very surprised at his next text. “So how does this weekend look? You ready for me and the three breeders to “convert” you?” I honestly didn’t think he would give it a second thought now the deed was done. I suggested the following weekend and he asked if he could come down on the Friday again, but this time stay with me. Like that even needed to be asked. We talk a lot over the next two weeks and Matt seems to take a genuine interest in me. He comes down on the Friday like before. Work is totally different, and I am shocked when he walks in and this time in front of everyone he just walks right up to me and kisses me smack on the lips and says “hey babe”. The girls in the office cheer and one of them says “I knew it”. We can’t wait the day out so Matt fucks me in the mens toilets at work. Normally it is me, but Matt seems to really struggle to keep his hands off me. We walk from work to my place and the entire walk he switches from his hand around my shoulder to holding it. I am already developing a wet patch in the back on my pants. He just cums so much. We get home and within minutes of getting in the door he is balls deep in me and filling my hole with his seed again. We step out on the balcony for a smoke and chat for a while. Matt then offers to take me to dinner, so we clean up and I am struggling to hold his last load in me. During dinner we talk, and he repeatedly grabs my hand during the conversations. The chat finally moves to the breeding session. Matt: So, are you excited? Me: Hell yeah. Although your load counts for at least 10 guys, so 3 more is going to be interesting. Matt: Trust me when I say, take a spare pair of jeans (and he laughs) Matt: One thing I wanted to ask you about. Why are you single? Me: I could say the same thing. But to answer your question, I believe I am an acquired taste. The interest just hasn’t been there from other guys. That and I am a pig whore bottom as you are aware. Matt: Well, I had a few boyfriends and it just didn’t work out. Weirdly they didn’t like how much I came and then I got poz and I just couldn’t see anyone accepting me. Me (Jokingly): Really? Fuck I’d marry you in a heartbeat. Matt grabs my hand and looks me directly in the eyes and laughs “careful what you wish for”. Matt: So, for tomorrow, it is all normal. We are all going to fuck you. A lot of “knocking you up” talk etc. Only I will know you are already pregnant, and I will keep it that way. We will let them think they all did the deed. We go home chatting and holding hands and as we pass a quite laneway with one of those big bin containers in it, Matt laughs and drags me behind it. We make out like two school kids before he pulls the back of my pants down and bottoms out in me with one thrust. In only a couple of thrusts he is filling my hole again. Then we get back to walking home. Only now he walks with his hand down the back of my jeans and finger poking in and out of my arse. Remember how big his loads are, by the time we get home the entire back of my jeans are wet. When we get home, we shower together and head to bed. It goes without saying Matt fucks me a few more times that night and in the morning the sheets need changing there is so much cum on them. The next day we go out for a light lunch, and it feels nice to spend time with Matt like this. But I know it is only for me to be his and his mate’s toy for the night. The day rolls on and before I know it I am in a sling in a garage with Matt and 3 other sexy men standing around me naked with hard-ons. One guy is a truly gorgeous blonde guy. Also, around 6’ tall, beautiful blonde hairy chest and blonde beard and as I discover later, he has a gorgeous 7” cock with a PA in it. The other two are similar to Matt with dark hair. They all have hairy chests which I love and to be honest I really would be proud for any of them to be the seed that knocks me up. All three of them have the same biohazard tattoo that Matt does in the same spot. The blonde guy “Dave” then pulls his camera out and starts filming while Matt then stands behind him and the camera and starts asking me questions. Matt: We are recording this because it is important to understand what is going to happen and that you consented to this and it was your decision. Do you understand that all four of us are HIV positive with high viral loads? Me: Yes Matt: Do you consent to letting all four of us fucking you raw and cumming inside you? Me: Fuck yes please! Matt: A simple yes or no will suffice pig. (Matt winks at me out of site of the others) Do you understand that there is a very high chance that after today you may become HIV positive and take full responsibility for that outcome? Me: Yes. Matt: Good, now get your clothes off and your pig bottom arse up in that sling. Tonight your life will change forever (another wink). I do as I am told and jump up in the sling. Dave comes over and rubs some oil on my arse and…. Dave: What the fuck? You horny little pig. Guys, look at this, we have a genuine pig here. Dave points to my arse cheeks where I have a picture of a pig tattoo’d on one cheek and the word “Pig” tattoo’d on the other. Dave leans up and tongue kisses me for about 2 minutes then moves to my ear and whispers “enjoy your last night as neg boy”. To be continued.

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.

I confess that I sometimes listen to porn just for the sounds of sex: the moans and groans, the dialogue if any. I find it hot, and it invites me to become a participant by actively bringing my imagination to the party. It’s sort of like listening to old-time radio shows which once was called “the theatre of the mind.” And yes, I do like being watched when I’m having sex. That’s a large part of the fun at bath houses and sex parties.that also means that I like watching.

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. * * *

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]

this is the story of how i became a bottom bitch for the city's best BBC escort PART 1 His name was Tom. We met right after he moved here, he wasn't in the trade at the time. young, actually; he was 19 and I was 23. I was a tall, thin, hung, vers guy at the time. 6'4" 190, with a very thick 8" uncut cock that got a lot of attention. Of course, I suspected his black dick was even bigger. Our first few meetings were just awkward casual stuff, making out here and there, nothing serious. That changed though, one night, when he invited me over to his new apartment. I didn't really know what to expect, but given how hot he was, I was never going to turn him down. Black guys in my town were very rare, and he was 6'1", 200lb, built and packing a 9" uncut thick piece I'd only begun to play with. I knew I wanted him, I just didn't know how badly. At any rate, he told me to head to his place that night, and I obeyed. When I got there, he was chilling on his couch, smoking a joint and watching some bareback porn. I immediately noticed the glass pipe and a small bag of crystal on his table; i'd done the stuff only once before, and I ended up getting raped all night by a guy I'd never seen again - but it was one of the best nights of my life, all the same. I sat down next to him. "You smoke t?" he asked, caressing my thigh. "Done it before, never smoked it though." "You'll like it." he said, as he reached for the pipe and lit it. He took a huge toke, winked at me, and tugged at my shirt. I exhaled as I fell into him, and we kissed gently as he blew the smoke back into my lungs. "See? Have some more." He passed me the pipe, and torched the chamber for me, as I sucked it back, several times more. I sat back, as he did the same. All of a sudden, my body was buzzing; my ass was tingling; my cock shriveled into my balls. As he finished toking, I took off my shirt. "That's better. Make yourself comfortable." He put down the pipe on the table, and sat back down on the couch. All of a sudden, I noticed that his cock was hanging out of the top of his sweatpants, half hard and drooling from the tip. I couldn't stop staring at it. I was transfixed - it was so big, so beautiful, a real man's dick, and I wanted it. Bad. "You like that big black dick, don't you? Why don't you show me how much you like it?" He grabbed my wrist, and drew my hand right onto his dribbling, half-hard member. I grabbed on like my life depended on it and started stroking it. "Show me how much you like that dick, boy." I fell off the couch to my knees, and started sucking on his dick. I couldn't wait to see it erect, it was already huge in my hand, i knew it would be choking my throat in no time. "Yeah, suck that dick, show me how bad you want it." His dick was still semi-hard so I could take it to his balls, but with every stroke it was stiffening, and hitting the back of my throat. "Look at me while you suck my dick." I realized I'd basically tuned out, eyes closed. I looked up. His eyes were locked on mine. It was a completely different person than I'd known before we smoked up. He stroked through my hair, and then grabbed it firmly. "Look at me while you suck my dick," he told me, staring right at me. "I promise," I babbled between strokes, unable to resist. I kept going down on him, eyes locked on his - and his cock just kept getting bigger, and bigger - i couldn't take it anymore. "Good boy. I love watching those sweet white lips on my nigger meat." He pulled me up by my hair and kissed me. "Those lips on my cock head, that's what really gets me off. It's so sensitive - I want you to work that head for me, okay babe?" I nodded, and he pushed me right back down into his crotch. As I engulfed his cockhead with my lips, he kept stroking through my hair and staring right into my eyes. With every moan his cock got harder and harder, until it was an enormous 9" wrist-thick piece of big black meat. "Look how hard you got me, boy. What do you want me to do with this nigger meat?" He pulled me up by my hair again, and reached around to finger my hole. I moaned. "What do you want me to do with this nigger meat?" he repeated. "I want you..." I whispered. My grip tightened around his now rock-hard, 9x7 uncut member. "WHAT?" "I want you." I said, a little louder. "You want me to WHAT, boy?" "I want you to fuck me." "You want me to fuck this little white hole do you?" he asked as his finger slipped inside me, and I groaned. "Yeah, it looks like you want some nigger meat in this white boy hole of yours." A second finger pushed its way in. "You want me to fuck this white boy pussy?" His fingers were pushing deeper and deeper, and I was losing control. "Tell me." He pulled out completely. "What do you want?" "I want you tu fuck my white boy pussy." I said, surprising even myself. He rubbed the fingers he'd pulled out of my ass against my lips. "Get on the bed and spread your legs, I want to eat that hole before I fuck it." He slapped my ass and pushed me off the couch in the diretion of the bedroom. Obviously, I didn't need any further encouragement - all I could think about was his throbbling, droooling, massive cock. I basically leapt onto the bed into the doggy position, legs spread wide. "That is a nice ass you have there, boy. Now you hold still." He grabbed my ass cheeks and groped them, then spread them, and started licking my hole. I lost my mind immediately; the combination of the foreplay and the tina send me completely over the edge. The more he ate my hole the more I needed him, as his tongue drove deeper and deeper into me. It was the most overwhelming rimming I'd ever received. It didn't last long, as he could clearly sense how hungry I was. "That is some nice white boy butt you have there, boy," he whispered in my ear, as he slipped his thumb back into my asshole. "Are you going to let me fuck it?" "Yes, please, please fuck my white boy hole!" I nearly shouted, as his thumb rubbed against my prostate, and my shrunken cock dribbled precum. He added another two fingers to his assault of my ass, pushing deeper, making me moan louder and louder. Then, with three fingers up my ass, he wrapped his other arm around my waist and pulled me back towards him, sitting me up on the bed. "I will. First, smoke a little more, okay?" He wiggled his fingers inside of me as he stared into my eyes. Then with his spare hand he picked up the pipe from the bedside and passed it to me along with a lighter. "I want to see you take three big tokes, and then I'll fuck this white boy pussy." He thumbed my prostate again and I groaned. I held the pipe as he lit the torch. One. Two. Three. He stared at me through every one, massaging my ass with his fingers. There was no escape. With every breath I was losing control more and more. "Good boy. Hold still, I need some too..." he pulled his hand out of my ass, and the feeling of emptiness was overwhelming. "Oh no please don't-" I squealed. "You want to get fucked, don't you? Now shut up and spread your hole again while I get ready to fuck you." He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up and kissed me, and then threw me back down onto the bed. "On your knees again, I want to see that hole," he demanded, as he lit the freshly-loaded pipe. I got back up into the doggy position, with my legs spread again. Now that my ass was lubed and fingered it was cold as hell, as well as tingling with hunger to be filled. I was intensely embarassed by my cold, wet rosebud being exposed to the world but knew I had no choice whatsoever. I heard him put the pipe down on the table, and then heard a slapping noise, which was him fastening a cockring to his giant 9" cock and big black balls. "Does that white hole want to get fucked?" he asked. I moaned. "You want some nigger meat in that white boy hole don't you?" I moaned again. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you want it in you." "I want you to fuck my boy hole," I whimpered, and his hands slid along my hips. His cock slipped through my asscrack, and then rubbed back and forth against my hole. "Tell me you want this nigger meat in your white boy hole," he said, breathing on my neck, his massive, throbbing cockhead pressing, ever so gently but firmly, against my asshole, threatening to enter, but not quite. "Beg for this nigger meat, or you're not getting fucked tonight." "Please, please, fuck my white boy hole, fuck it with your nigger meat, I need your nigger meat in me please, please, pleasssseeee..." I didn't have to fake my petulant tone as the threat of not getting fucked at all, with my ass already wet with anticipation, my whole body shaking with desire, had sent me into complete overdrive. Amd as I kept shouting please, please, please, he thrusted his whole nine inches balls deep into me in one swift, brutal stroke. I froze in ecstasy, as he nibbled my neck as his balls slapped against mine. "Oh am I ever going to fuck this hole of urs. Why didn't you tell me you had such a sweet little pussy, boy." He pulled his dick out to the tip and thrust it right back to the balls. "You white boys have the nicest pussy, and it loves getting fucked by nigger meat don't it?" He continued thrusting into me, over and over. I couldn't even speak, the pleasure was overwhelming. He drove his cock to the hilt, and grabbed my wrist. "Why are you jerking yourself?" his deep voice whispered into my ear again. I didn't even realise I had been furiously masturbating my limp dick since he'd begun fucking me. "That little boy dick isn't going to get hard tonight. You're a white boy pussy, that dick ain't good for nothing. Do you want to get fucked or not?" "Yes, yes, I want you to fuck me, please...." "Good boy," he grabbed both of my wrists and shoved me down onto my stomach, and started thrusting his cock into my ass over and over. "A pussy boy like you doesn't touch his dick. Not if he wants to get fucked. All you need to worry about is how you're going to take this nigger meat, understand? My cock is the only one you're going to think about." I swear i could feel his dick harden even more and push deeper and deeper into my ass. "Tell me, pussy boy, that you won't touch yourself again." "I'm your pussy boy and I won't touch myself again I just want you to fuck me with your nigger meat please please keep fucking me with your nigger meat that's all I want..." He moaned, and shoved me down and doubled his pace of thrusting. "Good. If you need something to do with those soft white boy hands of yours, play with my nipples or my balls, keep your back arched... or smoke some more tina like the slut you are." he suddenly lifted me up and thrust the pipe into my face. "Breathe in, slut." He pushed his dick in to the balls again, and I could feel it throb it was so hard - was he ever getting off on this. So was I. I sucked in deeply. "See? No need to fight it, you have such a hot ass, it deserves dick in it." He took the pipe from me and inhaled a few times himself; each time I could feel his dick harden and heat up, like a threat, or a promise. He dropped the pipe over the bed and grabbed me tightly again. "I thought your white boy ass was going to turn out to be a bit of a slut, but I had no idea what a pussy little bitch you'd turn out to be," he roared at me, as he drilled my ass from behind over and over. He pulled out suddenly to fip me onto my back, and I instincively pulled my legs into my air and he slid his massive cock right back into my ass and continued fucking me. "Turns out you're a born pussy boy, aren't you. Look at this little pussy dick." On my back, there was no hiding my normally 8" dick shriveled to the size of a peanut. He stroked it idly, as if it were funny to him. "This is the last time I ever touch your dick, bitch. Understand? I don't ever want to see it again. All I want is this sweet white boy hole wrapped around my nigger meat. Deal?" He gripped my tiny, soft dick tighter, and picked up the pace of his fucking. "Deal!!" I moaned. "So you're not going to tuch your little boy dick ever again around me? Because you want this nigger meat in your pussy so bad?" "Yes I promise I'll never touch it again I just want you to fuck my white boy pussy!" as this spurted out of my mouth to my own surprise, he grabbed both of my legs and shoved me flat into the bed to fuck me even deeper. "Oh boy, you really are a bitch aren't you. This white ass is just desperate for big black cock. Why didn't you tell me you were such a slut?" He suddenly pulled out of me, and flipped me back onto my knees, and thrust three fingers deep into my hole. "Hahaha, look at you, you're not even going to budge as long as I'm in that pathetic little pussy of yours." He kept fingering my hole and it was true; I couldn't move, it was too fantastic. "You're completely addicted to nigger meat, and I'm going to show you what that means. You're mine now, boy, and I am not letting you go. This pussy is too sweet." I moaned and moaned as he continued fingering my ass. Little did I know what his other hand was up to. "Hold still." His hand withdrew, and I groaned - "HOLD STILL I SAID!" and I didn't dare budge. "A slut hole like this deserves a treat," he whispered. I could feel his cockhead return to my hole, rubbing against it again, this time with a warm tingling sensation. And with one fluid motion he was buried in my ass again, but this time with it came an enormous burning and then an overwhelming pleasure. He'd covered his massive erection in meth and was pounding it into my asshole - and now he was in complete control. Before I could even adjust to the overwhelming sensations he resumed fucking me silly. "What a slutty white boy you are, letting ur ass get booty bumped by nigger meat, what were you thinking? " he boomed, hammering my ass over and over, grabbing my hips tightly, pushing deeper and deeper into my ass than ever before, the meth setting it all on fire with need. "You can't say no to big black dick like this, can you? This pussy is all mine now." "ohhhhhhhhhh" I whimpered, the only word I could muster through the sensory overload. His cock driving the booty bump back and forth into my ass was only making him stiffer and stiffer, and I could barely understand anything beyond the massive black cock that was filling my insides with pleasure. "I'm going to fuck this sweet white boy pussy of yours all night long." He pulled his cock out to the head, and slapped each of my cheeks, and then thrust it back in to the balls. "But you want me to fuck you all night long, don't you boy?" "....yesssss....." I moaned, struggling not to black out. "Yeah? You want your white boy hole bred by this nigger meat don't you? Your boy pussy likes being filled up doesn't it?" My tiny boy cock was frantically spurting precum as he told me exactly what I already knew. There was nothing I wanted more than this god of a man to keep fucking me. "And you're not going to touch that little white boy dick either, are you?" He laughed, and flicked my soft dick with his finger. He pulled his dick out entirely and slapped me across the face to get a response. I nodded frantically and licked hungrily at his nipples. "Yes, I just want to be your boy pussy, I want you to fuck me all night, I want you to breed my hole, please keep fucking me, please, please, please!!" As I submitted completely he rammed his rock-hard cock back into me, drilling me over and over as I screamed nonsense, as his dick kept stroking me deeper and deeper. "GOOD BOY." He locked eyes with me again, and continued fucking me with long, steady strokes from head to balls of his fat 9" cock. "I am going to breed this hole. Repeatedly. As long as you keep being such a well behaved little bitch, you are going to get this dick in you. And that's what you need isn't it?" He pulled out his dick to spit on my hole, and started circling his cockhead around it. "You're addicted to nigger meat now aren't you." "YES YES I'M ADDICTED I NEED IT IN ME PLEASE PUT IT BACK KEEP FUCKING ME I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME ALL NIGHT LONG AND BREED MY WHITE HOLE OVER AND OVER" I was thrashing around, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He grabbed me by the throat and drew me to him. His eyes locked onto mine again, dead serious. His cockhead slipped into my hole, just barely. "This is what you are now. A pussy full of nigger meat. What a lucky boy you are. Lots of bitches want this cock, but I picked your pussy to fill up tonight. " I just nodded, as his steel-hard cock slipped back into me. He smiled, and began fucking me relentlessly. "Let's see how many loads I can leave in this hole for you... here comes number one!" He kept fucking me harder and harder. He started groping me frantically, as his cock swelled within me. He lifted me up entirely, and threw me on top of him, and began slamming my ass from below. I started cumming from him fucking me, my tiny boy dick spurting jizz onto his chest. He grinned, slammed his big black cock as deep as it'd go in me, and shot his massive load deep into my guts. I crumpled on top of him, and he kissed me on my neck. "Stay here with me, boy, and I will keep that pussy feeling good." I did. We fucked for another eight hours. He had three more major orgasms, but who knows how many loads he left in my ass. He fucked a few loads out of me as well, without touching my cock of course. We finished well after dawn. When he finally let me go home, he left me with instructions. Keep all his cum in my ass as long as possible, When I came back, I had to wear a jockstrap to hide my cock if I ever wanted to get fucked again. I had to stop shaving my ass crack, as he liked it hairy. And I had to show up spotlessly clean and ready to fuck all night long next time he asked, because once he started in on my ass he couldn't stop. And obviously, I had to smoke tina with him. I agreed to everything instantly. The next time couldn't come soon enough.

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

Was trolling the apps late one night and some young kid (18+ back from college) was all horned up at his folks place but needed "to fuck a cumdump -bad". I replied where? He sent a google pin to an apartment complex centralized mailbox (you know the kind that have rows and rows of boxes in one or two large stand alone structures. I asked if he was for real and he said he and his friends fucked there all the time when they were younger. I drove over and walked up to the area. He was naked, and jerking a substantial cock. I dropped my shorts and bent over. My hole had a couple loads in it already and his eyes lit up when he slid in his finger. He fucked me hard and furious for about 10 minutes and then flooded my gut with what had to be a week worth of load. He fingered my cummy hole after pulling out and asked if I wanted another. I said hell yeah, so he grabbed his phone and texted his neighbor who was fucking me within 5 minutes. Two loads at the mailboxes out in the open. Was fun, but odd.

In the pew during mass

I attended my first Fickstutenmarkt in Berlin at Kit Kat last Saturday night. This event had been on my bucket list forever (a huge fantasy) and I'm so glad I got to experience it. I went into it with no expectations and an open mind and whilst it wasn't the hedonistic sexual experience I was hoping for, I still had an amazing time as a BB mare. Just a few random thoughts and observations for any future first-timers considering it... - Get there early. There were more mares than I expected and you don't want to miss out as the doors are only open an hour. There were at least 100 mares - I was #52 🙂 In my opinion, there were a few too many of us (all mares probably say that). - There is a lot of waiting around at the start with nervous/excited anticipation in the air. I read that at other FSM events that there was light play and touching amongst the mares before the stallions arrived - but I saw none of this in Berlin. - I was speaking to a few other mares after the event who all agreed that the smaller FSMs in Mannheim, Leipzig etc were better than Berlin, simply because the ratio of mares/stallions was more proportionate. In Berlin, there's a LOT of bottoms! I was also speaking to one of the stallions after the event and he said that some stallions weren't even fucking! They were simply just watching. Or they'd pick one or two mares and just stick with them the entire time. There are so many rules for the mares and I wonder if they implemented a few rules for the stallions that it would make for a better party. Such as a maximum time limit with any one mare, or minimum number of mares that you have to fuck... I dunno, there's a LOT of rules with this event as it is. - The other reason to get in early is so you can claim a good spot to get your butt nailed - such as a fuck bench or (if you're really lucky) a sling. Unfortunately, I started in a standing position against a back wall and I don't think this did me any favours... I'm over 6-ft tall and it's hard for a lot of guys to fuck me standing up. I eventually asked to me moved to a side bench that I could bend over and received a lot more attention there. In saying that, don't get disheartened if you aren't fucked the moment the stallions walk in. It may take some time. It was a slow start for me, but I eventually had multiple cocks stuffing my hole. - I was expecting more 'camaraderie' among the mares (i.e. we're all in this together, about to have our holes abused by random men so lets look after one another)... but instead it was more of a 'competitive' vibe. Mares were jostling for the best positions in the room, guarding the slings like their life depended on it (and glaring at any other mare that would dare to come near in fear of losing it). I went and stood next to a guy at the central fuck bench and gave him a friendly nod and a smile - he smiled back and then said to me in no uncertain terms that the fuck bench was at capacity and I couldn't stand there (I was only observing and had no intention staying in that location). This competitive part was a bit disappointing for me - but I guess when you have a room full of power bottoms, it's inevitable! - Note that it's really difficult to move about the room when you're blindfolded and the helpers will tell you not to move from your position unless you're being guided. This is one part I wasn't quite prepared for - staying in the one spot the whole time. I expected a bit more freedom to move about. Therefore, chose your spot wisely. Also, it took forever to the helpers to actually attend to me when I put my hand up to be relocated... I thought the helpers were at the mare's beck-and-call, but they are extremely busy and you could be waiting 10 minutes or more before you're attended to. - Even as a red hood (BB) mare, I would have estimated nearly 40-50% of guys that fucked me wore a condom. Don't think that because you have a red hood that you'll only get fucked raw. Also, most stallions won't cum in you. Why would they? There's 100 other assess in the room to try. Don't go there expecting to have your hole dripping with cum (I did get a few loads still) 🙂 - Some stallions like to fuck rough - and by this I mean they want you to be in discomfort or pain. I had one stallion that really tested my limits and I eventually had to push him away. Even when I was pushing him off me, he was continuing to fuck me hard and push my head against a sold brick wall, because that's obviously what got him off. - I'm not sure if other mares had this experience, but I had one stallion who obviously took a liking to my ass and therefore kept coming back to me. Whilst I was flattered given the number of other assess in the room he could have used, I was also annoyed because I felt like I was missing out on the opportunity to experience other stallion cocks. I could sense there were others milling around me wanting a turn, but this guy just wouldn't leave me. I knew it was the same guy because his dick was relatively small and he didn't fuck with any aggression or 'pounding'. It was too sensual and boring for me lol. But that's FSM, you don't get to pick and choose as a mare! - I have been gangbanged by guys in sex clubs before and for that reason thought I could easily handle FSM. However, the difference with being in a sex club is that you can opt out or take a quick break when needed. You don't have that option at FSM and you really have to have the mental capability to continue to have your ass fucked even if you're not enjoying it. Of course, you can always opt out at any time or take a break. But in doing so, you're potentially missing out on the full FSM experience. I would also recommend NOT taking a break and staying with it until you're totally done. It's really hard to get back into it once you've sat down and taken a breath. A lot of mares that took a 'break' eventually decided that was it for them and never returned to the floor. Overall I had an amazing time and would definitely go again. Maybe next time I'll go to one of the smaller events instead of Berlin. I expected to walk out of Kit Kat club completed exhausted and unable to take another cock... but instead I jumped in an Uber and took the short trip to Lab.oratory for more cock 😄

It's Sunday and I get to the bathhouse right before noon. I get a locker, grab my towel and make a circle of the area before finding a bed to lay down on. I'm becoming more of a regular here, but even so my nerves have kicked in so I wait till my cock gets hard before I'm ready to play. The bathhouse is a little slow, probably less than 10 guys, but I'm hopeful it'll pick up around 1pm. My cock finally gets stiff and my nerves have started to settle, and since I don't have a room I decided to see if the sling is available. The sling room is empty so I decided this is where I'll start my time. Climbing into the sling always causes the chains to rattle which echos through the place like a dinner bell. Guys pass the sling room anytime they head to the private rooms or showers so they'll all know I'm here. Not long after getting settled in, a tall very slender man with a scraggly beard (maybe late 30's early 40's), strolls up to see me in the sling, tosses his towel on the benches beside the wall, and lubes up his cock. His cock is a nice thick cock, above average, and maybe 7 inches. I take a hit of poppers as he steps between my legs and before I could ask him to go easy at first, being he was the first cock of the day, he plunges his cock deep up in side me. It wasn't too painful and I moan out "oh man" "mmmhm, fuck yeah!" His cock filled me up and I felt the whole length of his cock with each thrust. Im swinging up and down his cock and his breathing turns to light grunting, then each grunt becomes more pronounced until they're cleary the grunts of the man shooting a load deep inside my gut. He is holding my legs close to his body pulling my hips towards him, making sure his cum is buried as deep as he can get it. My cock is so hard and I could shoot my load now if I wanted to, but I had just got here and wanted to stay horny to keep me interested in playing with other guys. The tall slender man's cock soften and he pulls out. He grabs his towel and mutters how he really needed that, before leaving the room and maybe also the bathhouse as that was the last I saw of him. The first cock is always the one I have to get past before I get seriously cock hungry and this man's cock did the truck. I was now ready and yearning for whoever might be next.

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.”

Jeff was at his best in Hot Desert Knights, as someone who was on the receiving end of his cock, I can tell you he was a great top. Sure he had personality quirks, but who doesn't? I find it interesting to hear about his bottoming adventures, but my experience was only with him looking over me while he thrust away. He can top, no doubt.

Hey everyone. After more than a year I'm finally back at writing these stories. I started this last part over so many times without ever being satisfied with it that I eventually stopped trying and focused on other projects and didn't think about it all that much. I had a sudden surge of inspiration a few days ago and finally wrote it to completion. I've also started working on a spiritual sequel to it with a new victim/slave, also still featuring the characters of Rick and Tom, but I will slightly retcon a few things about them to fit the new ideas I want to play with better. So stay tuned for more, I'll try my best to not take a whole year to finish it this time, lol. It's shaping up to be quite a long story and I will start posting it, in a new thread, once I'm done with the second chapter. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this epilogue to Tom's story: --------------------------------------------------------------- Part Seven - The Slave Formerly Known as Tom’s Last Entry It’s been over a year now since I’ve become a willing chem slave for my Daddy. At this point, I have completely forgotten what my life used to be before I moved into his house and discovered the wonders of gay sex, drugs, slavery, rubber, and so many wonderful kinks and perversions shown to me by my master and lover. For the past year, every moment of my life has been under the influence of some substance given to me by my Daddy. Sometimes I know what it is, but most of the time I have no idea. This constant state of euphoria and drug-induced haze has left me struggling a lot to form coherent thoughts and remembering anything with clarity has become very difficult. That’s why I asked Daddy if I could write down my thoughts one last time before I’m unable to anymore. I can feel my mind going away, replaced by this instinct-driven sex animal that Daddy has been shaping me up to be. I don’t regret my choice of becoming his complete slave, not one moment. But the price I have to pay for this blissful and exciting existence is my own mind. I sold my soul to the devil, so to speak, but I would do it all over again If given the chance. So, one last time, let me tell you about my life for the past year, and for what will likely be the rest of it. Shortly following my conversion into a poz slave, Daddy took me to a tattoo parlour to get my first ink of many. I now am adorned by several hot tattoos all over my body, starting with a sizable biohazard symbol surrounding my ass hole, like a target warning potential tops that only poz loads are allowed in. I also have a few dozen little spermatozoids tattooed all over my thighs, all seemingly swimming to reach my hole. Each sperm has a little biohazard symbol on it as well. These were my first tattoos, which were followed by several others, some more degrading than others. For instance, I proudly have the words « TOILET », « PISS SLAVE », « WHORE », and « POZ SLUT » displayed on my chest and on my back. The only problem with these is that they’re not often visible due to the several rubber suits I constantly have to wear, unless I’m wearing clear, transparent rubber. Every morning I wake up in my rubber cell in the basement, on my rubber bed, in one of the rubber suits I have to wear continuously. Sometimes I wear the same one for several days, sometimes I wake up in a fresh one. Sometimes it’s a plain black suit without any features, sometimes It’s a clear transparent one that makes me look like some weird medical experiment. I also get to wear various, more elaborate ones with biohazard symbols on them, clearly indicating my status for anyone to see. Sometimes there are words like « piss », « fist », or « chem », chosen by Daddy to let me know what we will be focusing on that day, or just because he likes it. These rubber suits have become my second skin, I couldn’t imagine being without them on, tightly hugging my body and paradoxically enhancing and numbing every sensation all at once. Since I have worn a hood for the entirety of the past year, I have pretty much forgotten what I look like at this point. This is the true new me; a featureless, anonymous gimp whose sole purpose and identity is to be a sex servant to my demanding master. After waking up, I always have a fresh pipe full of Tina next to me that I have to smoke right away. Daddy wants me high all the time from the moment I wake up until he lets me go to bed, so I have no time to lose and light it up. I usually do a half dozen hits before putting it down. Naturally, the high makes me unbelievably horny, so I grab one of the butt plugs made available to me and shove it down my already lubed ass to calm me down. From then on I have to wait for my Daddy to come and let me out or take care of me. The first thing I have to do when greeting my master is to serve him as a urinal. By the time he enters my room I’m always ungodly high and horny so I gladly get on my knees with my mouth wide open. Daddy then sticks his massive semi-erect cock in my mouth, I wrap my lips around it to create a tight seal while he opens the floodgates and gives me my morning drink. I pride myself to never waste a single drop. Once he is done pissing I usually suck his cock to completion and swallow his first big load of the day, or he finishes in my ass, depending on his mood. A few weeks into our relationship, if I can call it that way, Daddy decided that I was to wear a chastity cage at all times. Not that I really needed it, since being on Tina 24/7 made me limp all the time and rendered my dick pretty much useless, but he likes the look of it and the added feeling of control and domination it gave him over me. I have to admit, I enjoy being his little bitch so much that wearing this is very hot and satisfying in itself. The only time I get to take it off is when I am put into the brainwashing machine, which happens at least once a week, usually twice or thrice. When I’m in there, my dick gets forcefully milked by the machine, no matter how limp the T makes me, and it’s the only time I get to cum with my cock. In any other case, all my orgasms are anal, administered to me by my precious Daddy, or one of his friends and numerous guests. The brainwashing machine is probably the greatest thing ever invented in the history of sex. I absolutely love spending time in there, at the mercy of my Daddy’s twisted imagination and sexual landscape. That thing made me discover and love so many things I could never have imagined before. It turned me into a complete sex addicted twisted pervert just like him, maybe even more. On numerous occasions, I have to go through a psychedelics-induced journey into my own mind, guided by my Daddy and his perverse scenarios. These voyages made me discover so many things about myself that I would never have been able to otherwise. At some point, I was introduced to dog play. The virtual world created by Daddy showed me an endless stream of immersive videos of men dressed as rubber dogs, acting as if they were dogs, playing like puppies with each other, fighting, running around, sniffing their asses, then sucking each others cock, then mating or being relentlessly bred by their rubber handlers and masters. The next morning, I was very excited to wake up in my bed, dressed up in a rubber dog suit, with an elaborate puppy hood. When Daddy came to see me, I was already acting like a dog without him having to tell me to do it. I simply got on all fours, acting excited just like a dog seeing his master for the first time in a while, running up to him in a playful manner. Daddy rewarded me with his bone to suck on, then fed me more T while removing the plug tail stuck in my ass to fuck and breed me like a good boy. On several occasions, Daddy forced me into the dog persona for several days and used me like I was his actual dog. I got to sleep in his room, all curled up on the floor next to his bed, or sometimes in a cage. He takes me outside, on a leash, to take walks in his private yard. I also remember being taken to a public event, I think it was called Folsom, where he got me way higher and fucked up than usual and paraded me in front of everyone, on the streets, in the middle of the day. That day, I had to suck countless cocks, swallow so much cum it got me nauseous, and I got almost as many loads in my ass from all the willing tops present. My memories of this event are quite blurry, but I cherish them fondly nonetheless. Group sex is a regular occurrence in my life with Daddy. I love being the centre of attention in these parties, used as a sex object by dozens of poz men who need their balls emptied into a tight, fucked up hole. I’ve spent countless hours tied up to a bench or a sling, in full rubber most of the time but also naked on rare occasions, plowed relentlessly by legions of big, poz cocks. I think these are my favourite moments in my slave life, as I get to be fed massive amounts of sperm in my ass and mouth, by most of all a never-ending procession of slams injected into my veins. My life with Daddy is a perfect life for me, far better than what I could possibly imagine prior to meeting him and discovering the wonders of extreme gay sex. My only wish is that I’ll get to live this way for many more years, always being used, fucked up and abused according to my Daddy’s wishes. He told me recently that he gave me so much drugs already that my brain will surely be too fried at some point and I won’t be able to experience pleasure anymore. I don’t know if that’s true, and I don’t feel like it is (at least yet), but it will have been 100% worth it if that’s the case. I wouldn’t trade places with anyone else. Returning to my old, plain, regular and boring former life is impossible now, but even if it was, I wouldn’t want it. I’m so grateful to my Daddy for having shown me the way to truly enjoy life and I look forward to spending the rest of my days being his loyal, devoted slave. One last thing before I log out for good. In the past few weeks, Daddy has been talking about finding a new slave to corrupt and convert. This lucky boy would join me and expand our little family. I’m very excited about that and look forward to meeting this new playmate. I have no idea what Daddy has in mind for him, but I’m eager to find out. I’m sure we will have lots of fun losing our minds and freedom together. I hope you enjoyed reading my story, this is probably the last time I write anything down ever again. At the moment I am in my rubber cell, typing on this laptop my Daddy brought me so I could write. Once I’m done, I’ll just close the lid, smoke the massive bowl of T left for me and wait for my master to come use me. I know I won’t have to wait very long, as he is always watching over me, like the loving Daddy that he is.

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.

Fucking a friend I hadn't seen for years in the public toilets while my wife and family members were outside in the park enjoying the sunshine is the weirdest situation, but fucking bottoms on the back trails of public parks happened way more often.

The OP states very clearly that what he is sharing is his own experience, and he states why he's doing so. To say that he's dramatizing is completely incorrect. His experience of STDs, as he describes it, is very different from yours. Your final point, however, is an excellent one, and I agree with it wholeheartedly. It is up to each of us to find his own balance between risk and living life to the fullest.

The creation of independent content, pioneered by sites like X-Tube (may it rest in peace), revolutionized adult film. My biggest problems with adult film I grew up with in the 1990's was: very formulaic: some scene setting with (usually) badly delivered dialogue, kissing, from every imaginable angle, sucking from every imaginable angle, and eventually, fucking in 3 different positions from every imaginable angle. The fast forward button as often utilized since each section went on way longer than needed. I also found much of the 'porn music' to distract from the scene rather than enhance it. Independent and amateur content changed all that. The scenes became shorter where they needed to be, the style gave it a more documentary in-the-moment feel rather than slickly produced in a studio. The sound was the actual sounds of the guys in the film, not overdubbed grunts and moans added in post that often didn't synch up to what you were seeing on film. And, thankfully, none of that "porn music." In the end, the studios had to bend to that style because it proved more popular. Independent filming also opened the door for something other than 20 year old muscle jocks with big cocks. Now you can get films with bears and dad/coach types, and every imaginable kink beyond vanilla fucking--like fisting and sounding and pup play. Now, all that said, some independent/amateur video is better executed than others. In my experience as a adult film maker, having at least one camera man who can move about is essential to really capturing the moment and give a feel of something beyond "hey let's film with our phone camera and prop it up on the nightstand." Good lighting is essential. You do want some good camera angles but you need motion too. You want the viewer to feel like he is in on the action rather than a passive observer from afar, making camera movement and zoom abilities essential to help create that sensation in the viewer. The sound is genuine, not dubbed or drowned out by annoying music, so you want to make sure you have a good microphone to capture the grunts and moans--and even the dialogue--clearly. And yes, as one poster already noted, we are clearly having a great time when we film, even if it means five non-stop hours of sex, because we are enjoying every piggy second of it. The first film I ever did was a group scene, the director said to everyone before we started "remember, you are having sex. Sex is supposed to be fun and enjoyable so that should be the expression your face and body give to the camera. I don't want to see any scowls or bored looks. It should be 'smiles everyone, smiles.'" That direction has stayed with me through every film I've done and if you're really into having sex like I am, the bliss filled smile comes naturally. (p.s. I am JaredEriksonXXX on "X" (formally Twitter) and justforfans and have filmed for Natural Born Breeders, KeptSecretXXX, Hot Older Men and produce my own content as well)

I have a fuck bud I hook up with now and then who lives on the second story in a condo complex. His bedroom window faces a gay neighbor of his that he knows well, and their two units mirror each other except for a walkway between them, so his bedroom window faces his neighbors bedroom window. On our very first hookup, he asked me if I was into being watched and I said I didn't care and he opened the blinds so his neighbor could see into the bedroom and watch us fuck. He's done that every time we've hooked up since. I've never met the neighbor but he's watched us fuck probably about 10-12 times so far.

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".

We clinked our glasses together, and each took a small sip of champagne. Being 18 years old neither one of us was particularly used to it, so she grimaced a little and I almost certainly did. “Well done Your Majesty” she said, smiling at me. “And to you too, Your Majesty” I replied, before reaching up and touching the plastic nonsense I was wearing on my head. We had fished out our Prom King and Queen crowns to remind ourselves of what we had achieved. “We made it” she said. “It’s done.” “It is” I said. “Well, that part of it is.” “You know what I mean” she replied, smirking. I winked at her, then turned my head to look out at the moonlit lake in front of us. “Can’t quite believe it” I said quietly. “Thought for sure someone would find out.” “I didn’t” she replied, causing me to turn and look at her quizzically. “I mean, yeah, it could have happened, but we’re both so fucking good at acting that I was sure we would survive.” Survive we had, and here we were sitting toasting our graduation from high school. The crowning at the Senior Prom had been quite a feat for a gay jock and his lesbian girlfriend, but of course that’s not what our classmates knew us as. Ben “Cockhands” Hancock, the celebrated quarterback of the school football team, and Rachel Westman, the captain of the cheerleading squad. Popular, friendly, tall, athletic, good looking (even if I do say so myself)… Our win was so predictable it was almost cliché, but we still came first in the votes and duly and humbly accepted our crowns in front of our fellow seniors. Somehow we had got to that point without the true nature of our relationship getting found out: a pair of beards, hiding their exciting, sometimes sordid, private lives. We sat in silence for a while, looking out at the lake. “So you’re sure?” she asked. “I am” I replied. “It’s all I can think about.” “It’s a bit messed up” she said. “So you keep telling me” I sighed. “But it’s what I want.” “Fair enough” she said, “I guess I can’t stop you.” “No, you can’t” I responded. “Where?” she enquired, causing me to turn at look at her again. “I mean, where is it going to happen?” “One of his barns” I replied. “He says it’s where he normally does this part.” “Classy” she snorted. “Well, at least please let me know the address so I know where to send the police when he murders you.” “I’ll be fine” I said. “You know I’ve met up with him a few times, so I know what I’m getting into.” “Do you?” she asked. “Just because he’s fucked you in a toilet a few times does not mean he’s not going to strangle you tonight.” “Stop” I said, knowing she was joking but it somehow also causing my stomach to turn over a bit. The truth was, I did not know for sure that Tucker wasn’t a serial killer. What I did know is that he was going to fucking me several times that night, maybe with some help from his brother, and that by the end of it there was a good chance I would be HIV positive. — When Rachel had tried to get me to make a move on her after we had been dating for a while, I had come clean to her about my sexuality only to be overjoyed with her revealing her own true feelings back to me. There and then we agreed to become each other's beards, spending enough time together to not arouse any suspicion, but never seeking anything more from each other than friendship. Having her there as my faux girlfriend had been awesome, meaning I could maintain an image without having to force myself into something I did not in any want want to do, and had been willing to come out to her to avoid. What I did want to do was of course seek out men, and despite having no experience, I just knew deep down that I wanted to bend over for them rather than the other way round. However, I had shied away from activing pursuing any of that until my 18th birthday, when I had decided to go out and celebrate with a bang. I had read so many stories online about guys having their cherries popped on their 18th birthday, and it felt right to me that I had that kind of experience for myself. With Rachel’s help, I had put a lot of focus and effort into a whole charade to get myself clear of friends and family, and then had headed off after dark to a local public bathroom to see what sort of action I could get. Action I got, being fresh meat and all, and I went home that night thoroughly deflowered (at both ends). The day after that birthday, and only my second day of actually doing anything with men, is when my uncle caught me being fucked in the woods, evidently while seeking out a bit of action for himself while he was in town staying with us for my belated birthday celebrations. I got The Talk from him, but I think he also realised what was inevitable and thus helped me get a supply of Truvada so that I could safely and freely become the cumdump bottom I just so naturally seemed to be. That laid the groundwork for my senior year, and with our house being designed in such a way that it was very easy for me to come and go at night without my parents noticing, I had encountered few barriers in my nocturnal pursuits of cock. The problem with all this, despite how new I was to it, was that I wanted something more. Something more sleazy, more exciting, more dangerous. Yeah, I was happy to take cocks and loads all night, but there was something missing. I started to realise what that was the first time I encountered Tucker in the park toilets. Adorned with tattoos of scorpions, skulls and biohazard symbols, he hid nothing when it came to his status as a toxic, breeding pig. I did not hide that I was on PrEP, but the fact that I was only 18 was probably enough of a turn-on for him to breed me anyway. Him doing so, and growling in my ear about the toxic load I was taking, set off something exhilarating in me. This was it. This was the thing I needed. From then on I actively sought poz cock, and got fucked by Tucker many times over my senior year in all sorts of venues and locations. However, I remained on the pills my uncle sent me, putting up a barrier in my system to prevent the virus from getting in. Tucker started to get tired of it, and the thing is that I did as well. The more I sought poz cock, the more I wanted it to actually be dangerous, and for conversion to be possible. I had done some research online, and I knew that someone who got pozzed would have to go through the ‘fuck flu’ while converting. I decided that this was not something I wanted to endure during high school, particularly as it might lead to the game being given away, so I started to plan. Graduation Day just seemed to come into focus for me as the perfect time to aim for, and so I got things lined up. I managed to convince Tucker to fuck me again despite his reluctance, and then when he was hammering away inside me in that stinking public bathroom, I told him what I wanted. Unsurprisingly, he agreed. Meanwhile, after a bit of research, I worked out when to stop taking the Truvada, which also basically meant an ending to my nighttime escapades. I wanted this to happen when I chose, not accidentally. I came up with some bullshit excuses why I couldn’t be with my friends that night, and also used Rachel as the reason for escaping my family. Reading me like a book, she’d demanded to know what was going on, and it was actually quite liberating to tell her. To give her due credit, she was not as appalled as I thought she might have been, and had elected to go along with it all despite her misgivings about what I was choosing to do to myself. Now we were sitting beside the lake, having one last night of being a notional couple before we officially broke up and got on with our lives beyond school. —— “I better go” I said, starting to stand up. “One more time, are you sure?” she asked, staying sat down but reaching up to take one of my hands . “Yes” I said. “We made it to graduation, but I want to be who I am for college.” “And that means getting infected?” she asked, sounding a little pleading. “Yes” I said again. “I know you don’t understand, and that it’s a bit fucked up, but I just know that this is what I need to do.” She continued to look up at me for a moment, then nodded and let go of my hand. “Well then” she said, “I can at least say I tried. Have fun, I guess.” “Thanks” I replied, smiling at her as warmly as I could. “Not just for that, but for all of it.” “You too” she replied. “We made quite a team.” “We did” I said. “Don’t stay here by yourself please.” “Jenna’s on her way” Rachel replied, smiling. “We’ll drink the rest of the champagne and then go get naked.” I laughed, and then turned and headed off towards the edge of the park where I had parked the car. I’d only had a couple of sips of champagne and knew I was fine to drive, so I started up the engine and set off out of town to Tucker’s farm. I had not actually been onto it before, but in the lead up to Graduation Day I had headed out to the address he had given me one Sunday morning to scope it out. Truth be told, and despite Rachel’s ribbing, I had wanted to see if it gave me any sort of Texas Chainsaw Massacre vibes. From what I could see though it all looked like a normal farm, with animals around, buildings in good shape, and so on. The drive out there only took a few minutes at this time of night, with the hardest part being the bumpy dirt track up to the main house. Once I had negotiated that, I pulled in to what looked like a sensible spot in the yard, turned off the engine and then sat for a moment to gather my senses. Was I actually going through with this? Was it crazy? No, it’s not crazy, I thought to myself. I’ve wanted this all year. I’m never going to marry someone and have kids. I’m a cumdump. I’m meant to be filled with everything men have to give. I’m meant to be toxic. “Toxic” I whispered to myself. “A poz cumdump whore.” That was all I needed, to hear myself say what I was, or at least wanted to be. Certain and resolved, I opened the door and got out, just as Tucker emerged from the house with a man who I immediately knew must be his brother. I guess this was going to be a two-for-one night then, immediately getting my dick hard at the prospect. “Evening boy” said Tucker. “This here is my brother Grayson.” “Hello sir” I said, nodding towards the brother. “Respectable little pig, isn’t he?” said Grayson. “Let’s see if we can’t fuck that out of him.” Tucker and his brother both laughed, but I gulped. This was happening. This was really happening. “Now let’s get you into that there barn and get on with this” said Tucker. “I’ve not fucked in a week and my balls are churning to get inside you.” The night was about to begin… [to be continued]

I'll be in Mexico City for a week in January (4th to 11th). Wanna take loads. Which bathhouses/saunas/clubs/backrooms will be best for a 50-something gringo daddy? (And advice on best times?)

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Berlin Fist Fuckers is a huge turn on for us fisting pigs. Lots of piss play as well.

this part of my brain just doesn't work. i'm a doer not a watcher. even if i was jerkin off w some bro outside a window it would be impossible for me to not try an go down on him. seriously, this is the one thing i'll never get: how many guys are into denial and holding back. when it comes to sex i have 0 impulse control. even as an exhibitionist, i prefer the guys watching to be waiting their turn rather than just observing 😜

So glad it's bringing back great memories, I'll be back into this story soon I promise!

Should’ve offered him your holes…..

So is this to say that these odious laws are fatally flawed and we need merely bide our time until someone challenges them in the courts? But are they unconstitutional if the court that is supposed to judge constitutionality doesn’t find them to be unconstitutional, even if they patently are? In this day and age, I’m not sure even the Declaration of Independence could have been written, because we seemingly can’t hold any truths to be self-evident.

Yeah I'm shocked! Thank you all so much for the encouragement. His adventures might just be beginning, part two is on the horizon.

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.

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!

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

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.

When I lived in SF I was friends with a young black guy who had moved from Atlanta. He was a major slammer and had THE biggest dick I've seen in real life. He let me measure tt and it was a bit over 11", and between 2 1/2" and almost 3" thick. He liked me because he liked mature men; he also liked me because evidently most of the people he was with treated him badly and I treated him with respect.. He also liked me because from him telling me, many of his dates couldn't take It and I could:) When he slammed he would get as hard as steel. He could fuck all night and cum 2-3 times, HUGE loads. I'd been putting tina shards up my butt so I wouldn't cum, but it burned. One night he told me he was going to slam me. I told him that I trusted him to do a good job and to get me the proper dose, as I wasn't as experienced as he was. I got an amazing HUGE rush and it all went to my hole. He pounded me for hours with me screaming "FUCK ME< FUUVCK MEEE". He'd whisper in my ear "Who own dat puzzy, huh, whi' boy, who you Daddy". I'd squeeze it really tight then push back until it was full buried and say "You own my pussy. Yeah Daddy, ride that pussy , fuck me with that nigga dick".. He LOVED it! When I had to leave SF in April of 2009 as I was finishing packing he brought a friend over who was only a little bit smaller than e was. This time, they REALLY slammed me. I was totally incoherent and all I wanted was huge black dick. They took turns fucking me from 7PM that evening to 8am the next morning. They each came something like 4-5 times each. At one point during the whole thing I got up to pee and after I was done, when I turned around there was a huge lake of semen on the tile floor hat had leaked out of my abused hole. I was SO sor4 the next day but I also had an endorphin high the likes of which I've never had again

Im really wanting to find a owner/ boyfriend that will do nothing but use me constantly. Show me my worth give me my purpose im just a hole please

[Note: This story was inspired by an erotic cartoon] “Almost ready,” my wife whispered in my ear, as she led me from our bathroom into our bedroom. “Keep your eyes closed.” “Wait,” I said. “Do I hear someone?” “Trust me, Andy,” she replied. “I have a wonderful surprise for you.” *** It had started earlier in the evening as a game. Or so I thought. My wife had told me she wanted to dress me as a woman. Well, not just dress me – she used the word “transform” me. I thought it might be fun. A couple of weeks ago, after a few too many drinks, I had confessed to her that I had an inner feminine side and often fantasized about have sex with a man. Since then she had been teasing me about it and urging me to express my femininity. I have to admit it turned me on when she coached me to make womanly hand gestures or walk with a wiggle. Then tonight she announced it was time to try the next step. It started in the shower, where she helped me shave my body hair, including my armpits. Then she sat me in a chair to cut my hair. She likes to style her girlfriends’ hair so soon I had a pixie cut with ringlets on the side, all very cute and girlie. Of course, I had a raging hard-on the entire time, and since I was naked she could see it. Next she told me to dress sexy like I would if I were going to bed with a guy. She gave me a clingy black camisole top, a black thong, and black thigh high stockings. Finally, she produced a set of high-heeled black pumps. “I bought these for you, honey,” she had said with a big smile. They fit me perfectly. “Now for the finishing touches,” she declared. “Nails and make-up.” She had told me not to cut my fingernails for the past two weeks. She filed them into a rounded shape and painted them with her most trampy deep-red polish. At her direction, I had shaved closely just before we showered. As I sat on her make-up stool, she did my face, with base and shading, eye liner and mascara, and then red lipstick. “Wow!” she exclaimed when she was done. “You’re really quite pretty. Take a look.” I stared at myself in the mirror. I was amazed at how different I looked. I was utterly feminine and surprisingly cute. It felt wonderful but also kinda weird. My wife admired what she had done to me, “If we went out to a bar, honey, men would be hitting on you. I’m actually jealous of how sexy you look.” “You need some pretty jewelry, too.” She took off her wristwatch and told me to put it on. I admired the thin black leather band and small round face – it was unmistakably effeminate. Then she slipped off her diamond solitaire engagement ring and slid it onto my ring finger. Our hands are almost the same size and it fit me perfectly. I felt so sexy! At some point my wife had closed the bathroom door. She instructed me to come with her into the bedroom, walking so my hips would wiggle just as we had practiced. Then she took my hand and told me to shut my eyes tight as we went into the bedroom. I heard the bed creak. *** “Kneel here by the bed,” my wife said. “I’m getting nervous,” I said. “Who is it? One of your girlfriends?” “Um, not quite. You can open your eyes now.” I gasped: sitting naked at the edge of the bed was a very handsome, incredibly well-built man, with a rope tatoo on his right arm. “Andy, meet Kyle from my office. You told me you’d like to try it with a guy.” She had often spoken about him as her gay office boyfriend. I blushed red with embarrassment but didn’t move. “A pleasure, Andy. Your wife’s been talking to me a lot about you lately.” My wife giggled. “You’re not angry with me, sweetie, are you?” Instead of speaking, I reached out for Kyle’s dick, which was already erect. I could see pre-cum glistening on the tip. I brought it to my lips and then swirled my tongue around it. Kyle moaned, I then opened my mouth and began to suck it as I pumped it with my hand. From the corner of my eye, I saw my wife’s pretty watch and the sparkle from her ring on my finger. I felt like such a cock teaser and loved Kyle’s reaction. “My, someone is very eager,” my wife chirped happily. “God, it’s so hot looking at you going down on him. You’re a natural at this.” It didn’t take long. Kyle was soon thrusting deeper into my mouth, hitting my throat. I gagged a couple of times but refused to quit. As his moans and grunts got louder, I knew he was close. I pumped his cock harder and suddenly he erupted into my throat. The taste was strange but I couldn’t seem to get enough. I tried to swallow it all, but some of his warm cum dribbled from my mouth. My wife leaned in close. “I guess you liked my little surprise, huh?” I didn’t speak. I grabbed her face and thrust my tongue into her mouth. She doesn’t like the taste of cum but I guess she was so into the scene she responded with a passionate tongue kiss. “I suppose I should be angry,” I said, “but I’m too horny to complain. Kyle, are you ready to go again? I need to be fucked.” “Not yet, Andy.” “Well, I can help,“ I replied, as I gently pushed him onto his back, my mouth poised again above his now-flaccid tool. I turned to my wife. “Honey, I want you to lube my ass. Use your tongue.” She chuckled. “Whatever you say, sweetie.” She joined us on the bed, kneeling behind me and spreading my ass cheeks. I felt her warm breath on my virgin hole and then her tongue started to work around it. It made me quiver. I placed my hands on Kyle’s thighs and again noticed how pretty they were with my red nail polish and my wife’s jewelry. I started to lick his dick and balls very gently, sometimes moving up to suck and nibble on his tits, which I discovered were very sensitive. In just a few minutes I was rewarded as his penis stiffened and stood tall. My own cock, not nearly as big, was hard as a rock, poking out from my black thong. “Good to go,” Kyle said with a big smile. I straddled his waist and lowered myself onto his thick cock. I winced at first when he hit my sphincter but I didn’t hesitate. After all, a woman has to be able to take her man without complaint! That’s what I wanted to be – Kyle’s bitch, my ass a cunt for him to use as he pleased. I felt myself open to him, and then an amazing warmth and fullness spread from my ass to my entire body. So this is what it feels like to be fucked! I had never experienced anything so wonderful. It was much, much better than when I was inside my wife. Soon I felt Kyle deep, deep inside me, as my ass resting on his pelvis. I had taken all of him. I whispered in his ear, “Kyle, I think I’m gay.” I didn't want my wife to hear -- I wasn't ready. He responded by pulling my face to his and kissing me deeply. My first kiss with a guy, and I knew at once it wouldn’t be the last. "Oh, yes," I heard my wife say. Then I began to move my hips up and down, pulling most of the way off his cock and then settling on it. I did it slowly at first, then I sped up the pace. With each in-and-out movement, I felt an electric shock that started in my ass and spread outward. My wife came close to my ass, staring. “Ride him, Andy. Yes. Just like that. Ride his big cock. God, this is amazing. He is drilling your ass. It’s so sexy.” But Kyle wasn’t able to get the leverage he needed to finish. Suddenly I felt his strong hands grip my waist and pull me off him. “Turn around, baby,” he ordered. “On your belly. Ass up, face down,” In moments he was behind me. He pushed his dick back into my gaping hole, meeting no resistance. I grunted at being taken so forcefully. Now he was in charge, setting the pace. “Fuck me, Kyle,” I said softly. Then, louder, “Fuck my ass. Fuck my boy pussy. FUCK ME HARD!” His weight pressed me down onto the mattress. His thrusts were long and deep, and his balls slapped my ass with each inward plunge. “Cum inside me!” I begged. My wife came around the bed, placed her hands on either side of my face, and looked into my eyes for a moment. I was in a world of pleasure beyond anything I had ever imagined. She kissed me passionately, and I think we both knew it was the last time. And then I felt it, an orgasm that began somewhere in my ass and spread thru my entire body. “Oh, my husband is having an actual sissygasm!” My wife was beside herself with what she had done to me. Only seconds later, I heard the satisfying sound – the deep, manly grunts – of a man cumming as Kyle reached his climax. There was one final momentary pause and then a series of pounding thrusts into my boy pussy. He collapsed on top of me. I turned my head to the side and we exchanged a deep kiss, our tongues dancing. “God, that was fantastic,” Kyle murmured into my ear. There was complete silence in the room. Slowly Kyle softened and finally slipped out of me. I felt empty and very wet inside, and then the odd but delightful sensation as his cum start to dribbled out of me, though I clenched my hole to keep as much inside me as possible. He held me in his strong arms. I never wanted him to let go. Finally my wife spoke. “You two looked so good together. So natural. Andy, I know that Kyle is single. You’re my husband, but I really you should be his boyfriend. What do you say?” I paused. I knew she was right. Our marriage was over at that moment. “Yes.”

Sex is definitely not a spectator sport! I'm both an exhibitionist and a lover of group play.

I wish I had a dollar for every time I’ve tried in vain to explain that to a “top” who insists on trying to stroke or suck me until I cum, even after I’ve patiently informed them that I have zero interest in receiving such attention.

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

It’s been a long time since a bottom has asked me to pull out and on the rare occasions when one did, answer was was always a firm no.

my favorite cock is the one pulsing in my mouth

Felt horny after a particular zoom call earlier with some other horny guys on here and so decided to go to the adult bookstore and try the crowd getting off work, which was surprisingly successful. First thing in there, get right to sucking a chubby guy's dick through the gloryhole for awhile before I turn around and back it up to led him fuck and cum inside me. Then I sucked another guy after him who wanted me to fuck him but I ended up just finishing him off with my mouth. Another guy with a fatter cock showed up after and let me suck on his delicious cock for awhile before I tried to back it up on him too. He insisted he join me in the booth and unfortunately put on a condom. It was still hot though because he said something about how daddy wanted some of my naughty boy ass or something like that. I let him fuck me to completion, even with the condom, before peaking my head out of the booth and signaling for another older gentleman to stick his dick through the hole and let me blow him to completion so I could swallow his load in its entirety. By this point, I'm a sweaty, cum-filled mess and I see a text from my husband who saw my location was the bookstore and asking when I'd come home. So, I went home expecting him to scold me for being a slut again and then he asks me if I actually got any this time to which I answered honestly. He then later clarified if that meant I got a guy to cum in me, which I had. I guess this made him horny because he proceeded to fuck me without any lube (since I was already stretched with another man's cum and two different dicks anyway) adding yet another load to end out the day. So I'd say a pretty good day!

Last night. I drove into Manhattan with a bag of toys ready to meet up with a sub who I'd had plans with since Friday night. I park a few minutes before we're due to meet when he texts me that it's not in the cards for the night due to his stomach. I offer to fuck his throat instead, he declines, and I'm frustrated and still horny. I hop on sniffies and see a post from a 27yo twink uptown I've been wanting to fuck for a while but is usually too far from where I live to go for a quick pump and dump. Tonight is different and I just want to bust my load. I tell him I can be to his in 30 and he gives his address. I arrive and he gives the apt number. I go up and the door is unlocked, lights off, music playing, ass up in a jockstrap. Perfect cumdump scene we all know and love. His hole feels hot and wet so I go down for a taste and bingo, cum. He already has a load in him. I finger his wet hole to get some cum on my hand and pull my jockstrap to the side to warm up my cock. I spit on his hole, line up my cock and press into his hole. The wetness feels amazing as he relaxes to take all of me in. I start pumping, now fully hard, and can feel his hole squeezing and relaxing in time with his moans as I deep dick him. The last load is keeping my cock slick and we're praising each other as he huffs poppers and begs for my cum. After 10 minutes I'm happy to deliver it deep in his hungry hole. I shudder as I pull out and watch a mix of loads leak from his hole down to the pouch of his jockstrap. I slap his ass, pull up my pants, thank him and wish him luck on getting more before leaving the door unlocked behind me. He messaged me later saying how hot that was. We hope to do it again soon when I'm back in his area.

Eugene Oregon vers bottom pnp anytime 4582508073

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter VII: Breaking through the PrEP: Eric and I had just finished a joint pozzing of Travis, a young chaser twink off Twitter…he wanted a combo platter of HIV strain from two guys, and I offered my good friend and poz tattoo specialist Eric, who marked me with my biotat after I turned poz myself. Once we had each taken a turn inside his neg hole, I suggested we double-fuck Travis with our poz weapons, and the kid obligingly sat down on both our engorged pierced poz cocks at the same time. His eyes lit up at the double anal invasion, his cock wildly helicoptering around spontaneously started spewing his last neg load into the air in a graceful arc. It was not long after that that Eric and I both simultaneously impregnated the kid with two big toxic HIV loads to upgrade his hole into the poz brotherhood. He dismounted off us and rolled over in bliss at the pending infection that was already at work, our joint strains infiltrating his bloodstream, marking him forever as pozzed. Eric and I high-fived each other and made our way out of the kid’s apartment, being sure to remind him to text us the good news in a couple of weeks. Eric almost never bothers to wear a shirt, and when I got my biotat, had 2 “X’s” emblazoned around his inked scorpion, meaning he had successfully infected 20+ guys. And while I was doing my best to catch up to him, my relatively meager 6 confirmed pozzings paled next to his, especially now that I saw a 3rd “X” marked on him, marking him as an apex poz predator, converting at least 30 guys into the beautiful poz brotherhood. “Hey, when this twink turns poz, who gets the credit as his pozzer,?” I wondered to Eric as we stepped outside, thinking of my own 1st “X” to get me closer to membership in The Ten. “We both get credit, brother,” he replied, “it’s not a race, I just started way before you. Remember, I’ve been poz-toxic for over 10 years now!” So this twink will be your 7th and my [here he paused to check a note on his phone] my 36th!”, he said proudly. “Maybe the question is will you get your first “X” before I get my fourth one,” he pondered, chuckling at the thought. At that my phone buzzes - another chaser hitting me up, sliding into my DMs asking me to slide my pierced poz smoking gun into his neg unprotected hole. My phone has never had so many text alerts, it was becoming tough to keep the professional career-oriented part of my life separate from the pozzing part of it. “You gotta get some burner phones, dude,” Eric said as we walked to our cars, “I just bought four more for myself, I’ll let you have one,” he said, opening the trunk of his car and pulling out a plastic-wrapped brand new burner phone. “You need this to keep it all separate,” he remarked, “now, I gotta go, I got one more chaser to turn tonight, he’ll be Number 37! ” he said flipping through his own burner phone. Oh, and there’s this one, he’s really cute, and his ass pic is really tempting, but he’s says he’s on PrEP and I don’t waste my seed if it’s not gonna poz the guy.” He showed me the pic of the 20-year old PrEPPED kid’s hole. My cock, despite having just erupted a big load of viral cum into the twitter twink’s hole, stirred once more. “I got no other candidates today,” I said, “I’ll do him, even if he’s PrEPPED…I like a challenge,” and with that Eric sent me the Francisco’s info and I quickly texted him and made arrangements to breed his PrEPPED-up hole later that night. Eric and I shared a deep kiss in front of our cars, and as we did, he whispered in my ear “Never stop pozzing, my brother!” and I reminded him that soon I was flying to Chicago to get into InstaKyle’s hole and hopefully poz him into the club. “Have a good trip and let me know how it goes,” he said, getting into his car and driving off. I went home and finished packing all the essentials - a new toothbrush, still in its packaging, and a 3oz squeeze bottle of saved cum from the freezer that I saved from some j/o sessions I did. No better lube than cum. Even if by the time I use it on someone, it’s probably inert by then – but I’ve got an endless supply of weaponized HIV loads in my balls ready to be unleashed. After a nap and a quick shower, I was back out of the house to drive over to Silver Lake to breed this hot hole referred by Eric…I was really hoping the kid had forgotten his PrEP a few times in the past week, or maybe if somehow I was viral enough to get past his PrEP defenses…after all, my VL was over 1.7 million at the moment, enough again to puzzle the Idealistic Young Gay Doctor into switching my medications, not knowing I wasn’t gonna take them anyway. I pulled up to the kid’s place and walk through the unlocked door as he said it would be. I found him in the back bedroom ass-up and waiting for me. “Thanks for coming, I really need this,” he said, “and can you do some poz talk while you’re in me?” “You still on PrEP, right?” I asked “Yes, but I crave poz cum,” said the kid. “I know I’m on PrEP, but want your bugged-up load inside me.” “I’m really toxic right now, I might just get my strain past your defenses,” I cautioned, not really believing that but willing to play along. Francisco was a hot little bottom twink, his tan skin glistened fresh from the shower, his ample cock would one day make a great pozzing stick, if he weren’t wasting its potential with PrEP. He taunted me a little with his hot hole with the happy trail of hair down his crack and his mocking of my toxicity against his medicated defenses: “You’ll never get through my PrEP, Mister but you can try. But you aren’t gonna poz me,” he taunted, getting onto the bed and on all fours, “in fact, you’re just gonna neg me with your load.” Challenge accepted, I tongue at his hairy hole a bit which is sweet and smooth inside…I do this for a few minutes and then pull out the toothbrush from my pocket. “You want this in your neg hole? If you’re as neg as you say it won’t make a difference, but this is my standard pozzing ritual.” “LOL, dude, sure go for it, but I won’t convert.” “That’s what he thinks,” I say to myself as I launch the brush into his hole, a generous application of my saved cum and some fresh pre-cum applied to it, and proceed to turn it back and forth a few times as he moans in pleasure. I take a few extra minutes scratching up his insides with the brush, giving my viral load every chance to penetrate his PrEP. “Man, that feels so good, I didn’t think it would,” but you’re still not pozzing me even with the brush,” this impudent kid tells me. I just take out the now bright-red pozzing brush and replace it with my hard pierced poz cock which I lubed up with my saved loads, all in one fell swoop and all the way down, balls-deep inside his boyhole. I don’t bother waiting for him to acclimate to it, I just start pile-driving it into him. “Yeah, right in there all the way, take that poz tool,” I command him. “I’m gonna break through those defenses and smash your hole into the poz brotherhood.” “No way, man,” he says breathlessly, taking my fuck and pushing back against me, “you can try, dude, keep pounding me, man. Make me wish you were pozzing me right now!” ‘Oh, you little fucker, I am pozzing you right now!” I thrust deeply in and out of the kid’s cunt. I know we’re role playing a little here, but only just a little, for if there’s a way in hell to get through the PrEP, my viral load swimming with fresh HIV wants to find it. He wants the poz fuck and poz load, just not to turn poz, well “We’ll see about that, kid,” I tell him. “Let’s see in two or three weeks if your PrEP worked,” I add, grinding further into him and preparing to blast my strain inside his toothbrushed hole. “Neg hole gonna stay neg,” he laughed, taunting me more. With that, my cock grew even more inside this bratty kid and as it shot off 8 or 9 injections of my high-viral poz seed into him, I pushed it deeper and deeper inside. I know logically it can’t convert him if he’s on PrEP but it was fun to play around with him like it could. I dismount off him and get dressed to go. “That was fun, man,” he smiles up at me…”I know you wanted to poz me,” but I’m not ready for that yet, maybe someday,” he gets up and kisses me and on my way out, I tell him “Let’s see in a few weeks,” as we both laugh – he because he thinks it’ll never happen and me because I think it just might, against the odds, it just might… It’s three weeks later and Travis, the twink that Eric and I tag-teamed and double-fucked, happily sends us both his results: POZ. “Bingo,” I text back to Erik on his burner phone, “we got him! 7 for me and now 36 for you!” “Make that 38 for me, dude!” “Man, you are a pozzing machine!” A week later, I’m checking Francisco’s twitter feed: “Feel like crap today, called in sick to work, hope it’s not COVID” “Went to Urgent Care,” he tweets a few hours later, “Thankfully NOT COVID.” Two days later: “Saw my doctor, his hot nurse Keith got squeezed me in at last minute.” Two days later: “Guess I’m poz now, thanks PrEP! So many emotions right now!” I quickly take a screen grab of the tweet and forward it off to Eric and Keith: “Got another one, that makes 8 confirmed.” “Congrats, brother! Proud Papa to 8 poz sons, the feeling gets better and better!” Eric messages back. Keith just texts back a pic of his furry stomach and now 2 X’s next to his biotat. He hit 20! I gotta catch up to these guys someday!

Here’s another hot installment written by @Vancrawman. I’m so glad he’s picked up the story and is running with it. Love his writing. Turns out dirty minds think alike. MAC MEN 16: THE DOCTOR WILL SEED YOU NOW part 2 Dr Tom gives way to the new member of the group, and my buddy Angel lubes up his thick pole and before I know it, he’s thrusting it up into me. As many times in the past few months as Angel has fucked and bred me – probably around 30 times by now, it still feels like the first time way back on the cum-stained mattress at Shudder… Angel takes a minute to let me adapt to it, or so I thought, but in reality, Dr. Tom had made his way around Angel and planted his raw cock up my buddy’s hole as well and Angel has merely paused his anal invasion into me to adapt to the furry ginger cock now impaling him. Dr Tom begins his pulsing and throbbing into Angel, who lets it just occur without him thrusting into my fucktunnel any further. Dr Tom’s movements with his raw dick in Angel are pushing Angel into me and withdrawing on the outbound motion. Angel is moaning softly at this until Stavros, now standing on the desk over me, moves to get his Greek sausage into Angel’s waiting mouth. Jason, the Office Manager scurries over onto the expansive desk and gets his very thick and rigid ebony member right into my mouth and he’s tall enough to reach his tongue into Stavros’ crack and rims him as well. It’s a regular game of Sex Twister here as all the combinations and configurations get switched and reassembled – Dr Tom pulls out of Angel’s sweet hole and they rearrange with Dr Tom now bareback thrusting into my gape and Angel fucking the good Doctor from behind. A few minutes later, it’s Stavros, dismounting from the desk and mounting me with his throbbing Greek cock making its way inside me and Dr Tom and Angel taking turns fucking the Greek from behind. Jason completes the fucktrain by getting his pole inside Dr Tom as he’s pounding into Angel who’s pounding into Stavros, who’s still pounding into me. No sooner than I’m really getting into this revolving door of fucking and sucking , then I feel Stavros’ breathing heighten and he’s now pounding into me in a testosterone-fueled ferocity and I know I’m getting Load #1 (It’s actually my 3rd load collected today – Angus bred two cumloads into me this morning before work). He grabs my neck from behind and is thrashing into me pulling me closer to get his fat cock deeper and deeper into me, to complete the imminent insemination. At last, I feel waves of warm seed flooding my hole and Stavros pulses his tool about 10 times into my fucktunnel, pushing into my ass even harder on the last pulses, before finally pulling out. Dr Tom has been fucking Stavros this whole time, trying to keep up with the Greek’s wild thrashing but now that he’s deposited his hot load up my hole, Doctor moves Stavros aside and re-plants his rigid member up inside me to push around the Greek seed. Jason moves behind his employer Doctor Tom and begins barefucking him - matching his thrusts up the ginger hole of the doctor with doctor’s thrusting into me. Stavros, his cock still stiff and rigid, brings it up on the desk for me to clean off. I see Angel and the little twink Travis have moved over on the big leather couch – they are flip-fucking back and forth, impaling each other’s buttholes with their hard rods. Stavros finishes with my mouth and moves over there to plant his pole up Angel’s ass. Meanwhile, Dr Tom is nearing his own eruption of manjuice up into my hole as I feel him bucking like a bronco riding a bull. Another sensation of warm manseed fills my hole as Dr Tom unleashes a torrent of the stuff inside me – I think I feel about 12 spurts from his cock. As Dr Tom withdraws, Jason steps up and takes his place in the fuckchain – this gorgeous God doesn’t take long to get to the cum explosion – Dr Tom’s expert hole warmed him up for me and now I’m receiving the black stud’s load, all 10 or so cumsplosions. My hole feels so wet and warm…I know a lot of the seed from the three massive loads I just took is starting to run down my legs. It’s then I notice Greg on the phone, his hard wet cock standing out to attention, but he’s talking to someone. He tries to rush them off the phone but it’s not working. I disengage myself and make my way over to where Greg, as I now hear, is talking to someone about lab results. His cock is just what you’d expect from a 6’5” blond God – long and fat and precumming already even though he hasn’t fucked anyone yet. This is all the invitation I need as I bend over and back my wet cummy hole onto his rigid member and begin riding it. That is the great thing about these orgies among Shudder buds – everybody does everybody and nobody gets left out. Dr Tom and Jason have switched places and now Jason buries his pole deep into Doctor’s guts. His fucking is long and deep and gaining in strength and intensity as he goes on. Jason changes up his fuckpattern and starts ramrodding it into the ginger’s cunt, shaking and shuddering as a load of his manseed gets planted deep up the Doctor’s behind. Dr Tom of course then gets Jason’s cock cleaned off with his mouth, then walks over to me, still impaled on Greg’s member, to me to share some cum. As usual with Shudder Studs, Jason’s stiff cock doesn’t go down one bit and he switches over to the group on the couch, planting his still-raging boner right into Travis’ butt and resuming his power thrusting. Angel wastes no time and mounts up on Jason and another fucktrain gets going on the couch. Dr. Tom and I kiss and share some of Jason’s seed for a long time – and as Greg is still on the phone, trying to get rid of whoever he’s talking to, I feel his cock expanding and then it erupts his juice inside me. This is my Load #4 of the orgy and we’ve only been fucking around for about 40 minutes. I dismount off of Greg, swallow down his still-engorged cock and then make my way over to the big leather couch where the action has shifted and the sex configurations have scrambled once again. Angel now has Travis on all fours and his power fucking into him now, Travis sucking on Jason’s rigid dick. Stavros and Doctor Tom are flip-fucking every few minutes. Dr Tom then peels off to give his ginger firestick to Travis’s available mouth while I reach up behind Stavros, and with my lubed cock ready at the entrance to his hole, plunge it up there, my first fuck of the group session commencing into his tight warm passage. There’s some load already in Stavros hairy hole but I’m not sure it’s from this group right now or if this Mr Olympus was taking cum before my appointment…at any rate, it feels warm and wet and I’ve got a good stroking motion in and out working and as I think it’s getting close to my first eruption of seed of this impromptu orgy, I feel someone at my back door pushing their cock into me…I’m not looking at the moment who is now fucking me, as I’m focused on getting my seed into this Greek’s magic mancunt right now. I came twice with Angus this morning, but like all Shudder studs, the cum is nearly limitless once you accept your fate and now I feel my load gathering and the pressure building and then it all floods into this hot nurse Stavros’ fuckchute. Only after I finish my tenth spurt of load up into Stavros do I look behind to see who’s making my cummy wet hole their home right now…it’s Travis, the little twink who is packing a not-little instrument between his legs, going to town on my hole now, grabbing my neck from behind and pounding down into me. I know there’s gonna be a breeding soon – Shudder Studs just know when they’re gonna get a load, and this is no exception. The twink violently shakes behind me and digs into me deeper as his fat cock deposits 8 huge injections of twinkseed into me. My hole can barely contain it all now, this Load #5 inside me and a lot of the spunk starts leaking out of me which Travis greedily laps up. He brings the gift over to Dr Tom who has made his way over to the couch and is currently being impaled on Jason’s thick tool. Dr Tom is sucking down – or rather Stavros has his dick buried down the Doctor’s throat and he emerges from Stavros to breathe a bit and snowball the gift of seed from my hole that Travis has brought him. Stavros takes his opportunity and descends on the twink and before Travis knows what’s what, Stavros is up inside him pounding out another load of Greek dressing into the bubble-butted twink. At that same moment, Jason pops off up Dr Tom’s butt and two Gods share a look and a high-five across their respective conquests’ sweaty backs. Doctor Tom stands up and announces “Ok guys, time to take Randy for a spin one by one! Line up over the desk!” Simultaneously , but as if it was totally planned, Stavros, Travis, Jason, Greg, Angel and the Doctor arrange themselves side by side bent over the desk, exposing all their holes for me. “Randy, you choose the order you want, but you’re not stopping the fucking until every one of us has a load from you!” A challenge like this I am up for, and I think in my head how to arrange these 6 studs… “Stavros,’ I command, “I just gave you a load 15 minutes ago, you line up on the right,” pointing him over to the 6th and final position. “Angel, you go on his left,” I order him into position. Angel’s received many of my cumloads the past months, I want to let the others get theirs first. “Jason, you take Position #1. I wanna breed you first.” The others left, Greg, Travis and Doctor Tom, all make mock jealous noises as I order the next man into position. “Travis, you’re after Jason, then Greg for #3 and Doctor, you get Position #4.” I line up my stiff cock at Jason’s hole, dark but with a pink ring around it. It’s too good-looking not to get a taste of. He senses me dropping down into rimming position and his hole opens up for my tongue as it probes inside his opening – there’s someone’s cum up there but I didn’t keep perfect track of who bred who yet, so I’ve got no idea whose load I’m eating out of the ebony god’s hole. I stand back up and make a no-hands entry of my hardon into Jason, not stopping until it’s all the way in there. He takes my fuck expertly, first I work it slowly and rock it back and forth a bit, side-to-side…it’s too good a hole to just pump it and dump it. I’m working on Jason while the other guys are touching and grabbing each other, waiting their turn for my Shudder Stallion cock and seed. Doctor Tom is bent over to his right sucking on Angel’s fat tool – the one that initiated me into this cumstud life and who I’ll always be grateful to. Stavros leans over and down to his left and tongues Angel’s cummy manhole, while Greg rims his neighbor on his right, Doctor Tom and Travis helps himself on his left to Jason’s pole, bouncing in his mouth while I pummel the man’s hole. Jason is reaching his climax soon, I can tell from the contractions his ass is making on my thrusting cock and this makes me super close too, to inseminating this stud. We pop off together, Jason delivering several shots of seed into Travis little twink mouth and me with 11 or 12 pulsations up into Jason’s sweet passage. I savor the hole and my manseed up there for only a couple of moments, though, for there’s twink hole on the menu next. I stride to my right and without a word, just plant it straight into Travis who is still sucking down Jason’s huge cumload. And this repeats itself down the line of Shudder Studs – I seed Travis profusely with my DNA, my third load going into this boyhole is just as big as the first two. Greg gets my cum next as I bend him down further on the desk to better violate the 6’5” of man that he is. He never stops sucking off Dr Tom on his right as I pound my Load #4 into the tall man’s ass. Doctor Tom explodes his spermjuice into Greg just as Greg takes my fourth load. Doctor Tom being next, and I know he’s got a few loads in his hole already so I make sure to felch out a bit and as I do, I feed it back to Angel on the right. Dr Tom is working on Angel’s fat manmeat as I enter the doctor’s fucktunnel and in a few minutes of rough fucking, I’m pounding my Load #5 into his ginger ass. That must make 5 or 6 loads up the Doctor’s hole by now and I scoop up some of the leaking cum and offer it to my BFF Angel, who I sidle over to fuck and breed next. “Wasn’t I right about my buddy Randy, men? The guy’s a fucking machine.” Angel turns back to me, “Angus told me he took two loads from you this morning, and you just dropped 5 huge cumloads on us, Randy,” he says smiling devilishly. “You sure you got more in these balls,” he asks, cupping my manhood. “Let’s find out, Angel,” I tell him. Get on the desk and take my fuck!” With that I bend over my buddy Angel, the man who has irrevocably changed my life for the better, all because I had a broken laptop a few months back. I have grown to love this man, he awakened in me my destiny, and I could seriously see myself living with Angel, as long as we get to fuck and breed as many men as we want to. I kiss deeply at Angel’s spermy hole, he’s got a few loads of manseed up there already, it opens for me in a beautiful round gape – my tongue snakes it way a couple of inches inside his hot cumtunnel. Just then, a thought occurs to me that Angel and I should start a joint fans account. As I stand and push my raging boner up into him, I think how it would work: Angel and I on the prowl for hot manmeat, we find our prey and bring him home to tag him, tag-team style. Or he tags us, the possibilities are endless, all the men, all the combinations, different groups, different scenes. As I am digging out Angel’s hole with my cock, I’m whispering in his ear all of what I’m thinking. He’s nodding in agreement “Fuck yeah, man, we get to fuck and breed at will AND make money at it?” Dr Tom stops Angel’s sentence by placing his gingerdick up his mouth and I go back to concentrating on Angel’s warm fuckhole and pretty soon I’m blasting my 6th load of this orgy, -- the 8th of the day for me - into my best bud’s loose wet fuckchute. “We gotta finish this conversation, later,” I say to him, still breathing heavily after dicking him down. My dick is still hard – it just won’t go down and I step two feet to my right to it’s next waiting target – furry Greek hole named Stavros. My mind is racing with all the hot sex and fandom Angel and I could garner, and as I ponder this, I begin working on a slow and steady in and out action on Stavros, my cock angry red from all the man-fucking it’s been doing today but still hard and ready for more… Stavros’ hole is so warm and inviting, I don’t last long at all up in him, and pretty soon my ninth load of the day, and second in this Greek passage, is blasting from me. I feel nine or ten shots of hot sperm from my balls right into his hole. I withdraw and pause to catch my breath a bit. I’m pretty wiped out physically at the moment but excited at the business proposition I’ve come up with. Both myself and Angel had considered creating fan pages – I’m pretty tired of my job as it interferes with my fucking every day, and I know Angel can’t stand the computer store anymore. I’m still thinking about this when Jason and Travis apprehend me and push me down to the floor on top of Jason’s nine-inch prize. It goes right in and instantly I’m riding it up and down. Travis leans me forward and gets me into classic double-fuck position and before I know it, both fat cocks are throttling in and out of my hole. “Yeah, I think to myself, we need to have a lot of double-fucking on our fan page.” Greg walks over fresh from planting seed in Dr Tom again and my mouth devours his cock in one gulp, down to the base. The next two hours begin to be a blur as all 7 of us Shudder Stallions just keep going at it, mouths on cocks and holes, cocks down guys throats and up their holes, lots more seed gets spilled. I break my personal record with two more loads during this orgy, making 11 for the day. Finally, around midnight and after fucking for hours, we break up into small pairings just talking and holding each other. Angel and I are kissing deeply and talking about our joint fan page. “’Randy/Angel’ we can call it, we both say almost in unison. EPILOGUE: It’s two months later, and Angel and I have a sick apartment and filming setup in West Hollywood and we film content almost every day now. Angus has been a regular contributor to our scenes, he’s started doing studio porn and a fan page himself, his kilt being prominently featured. Ron at the Leather Shop has expanded his business and we make sure to feature his products on all our leather-themed scenes. Ron renovated a big room at the back of his shop with slings and a fuckwall – a kind of mini-Shudder Club. He started his own site, and all the Shudder guys – Oscar, Rafi, Brian and Eric, Frankie and Damien all contribute scenes.

---- **Story Catch-up** At this point in our story… Loads in Nico: 5 Studs who've used Nico: Omar (boyfriend) x2, Omar's stepbrother Luciano ("Lucho"), Anon Bear, Anon Troll Grandpa ---- CH5 - "Freshly Gang-Raped Teen Now Ready for Sharing" "It's time to put some poz cock in this whore, boys," the towering, muscular demi-god of a man -- the apparent ringleader of this group of anonymous studs -- invited. The troll and the bear having already made their cummy contributions to Nico's DNA-filled pussy caressed each other's slackened dicks which were still wet with cum juice fresh from Nico's insides. Nico felt overtaken by fear when he heard the demi-god say, "poz cock." Nico began wishing for Omar to burst into the apartment and rescue Nico. A new stranger stepped forward from the corner of the room and approached Nico's muscled ass. He was a pale, bespectacled man of the most average averageness. "I don't want HIV, Sir," Nico pled uselessly, knowing full well that this group of twisted, anonymous rapists would likely find pleasure in his protest. The demi-god laughed and lowered his face right in front of Nico and stared into Nico's blindfold as though peering right through it. Just inches from Nico's mouth, the demi-god whispered sternly, "Who the fuck do you think cares what you want, whore?" The demi-god slapped the side of Nico's face with a crisp thwack. Nico gasped like a useless faggot. "Poz him," the demi-god instructed the others as he stood upright. The average man who had stepped forward from the corner grasped his engorged 6" cock and slid it immediately into Nico's open, cum-filled pussy without a word. Nico's face pressed into the mattress as the newest stranger to enter him pressed against Nico's plump ass cheeks. "God, so fucking wet in there," he muttered as the five-load cum mixture inside Nico basted the man's raw cock. "He's neg?," the man asked as he slowly removed his cock fully out of Nico's hole and took in the strong fragrance of cum that wafted up from Nico's exposed fuck hole and the stranger's now cum-glazed cock. The stranger slid his dick back in easily, facing no resistance from Nico's outer sphincter and gliding against the cum-slick walls of the teen jock's used fuckchute. Nico felt the pleasing sting of yet another raw cock entering his hole after having already been thoroughly used by four men before the stranger that was now inside him. "Neg and still in high school," the demi-god replied. The average man's cock swelled inside Nico's used hole. "Oh fuck, I'm going to poz him good then," the man muttered breathily as his fucking picked up pace and as his toxic precum began dribbling indistinguishably into the pool of cum inside Nico's rectum. Nico simply listened in silence, gripped with fear at how far out of control this night had gotten for him, unable to formulate a strategy other than just to lie there and let these strangers finish raping him. The average man began fucking Nico harder and harder. Nico tried to detach himself from his fear and instead focused on the feeling in his hole. Nico let out a heaving sigh. "Poz the fucking whore," a voice said. This pushed the average man over the edge. He felt a surging orgasm coming on, and his raw cock began gushing deep into Nico's guts. "That's right, knock that pussy up," said one of the others. Just as the average man began sliding his cock out of Nico's cum-frothed hole, the fourth stranger stepped forward, almost pushing the average top aside and clearing the way for him to plant his cock deep in Nico. "That's right. Looks like you need more toxic cock in you, faggot." The fourth stranger gripped his thick 8" cock in the darkness and immediately plunged it raw into Nico without warning. Nico moaned in a way that sounded as much like pleasure as pain as the stranger's eight-incher pressed hard against Nico's second hole. "Oh fuck," Nico let out faggily, now beginning to realize that as much as his hole had already been feeling used and raw, that there were yet still more dimensions to the feeling as each new raw dick pummeled his insides further. His cummy pussy was passing the point of feeling simply used to feeling completely fucked out. It was a discomfort that Nico found so satisfying that he began panting and moaning with more vigor and frequency. Rapist #4 continued slamming his eight-incher into the well-fucked jock's hole, striking up a symphony of viscously cum-gloppy sperm churning. A large puddle of cum began to form on the blanket underneath Nico's ass opening. "Give the faggot your strain," one of the other strangers encouraged. Nico's mind ricocheted between the fear of being raped full of the virus that causes AIDS and the wondrous feeling of pain-pleasure in his now trashed pussy as yet another rapist pleasured himself raw inside the young jock. "I'm gonna pump your ass so full of AIDS juice, boy, you're gonna taste it in your mouth," rapist #4 said as he pulled the young jock's pelvis back onto his raw dick in rhythmic synchrony with each forward thrust of his cock. This pulling and releasing motion had the effect of magnifying the force of each dick-slamming against Nico's second hole. Nico's moaning became progressively louder. Rapist #4 could sense a degree of cooperation with the rhythm of his fucking. Rapist #4 continued slamming his fat cock into Nico's loose, cumsloppy jock hole until finally -- finally -- he felt Nico's second hole give way. Suddenly the rapist's thick dickhead pressed with force through Nico's second opening. "Ow, ow, ow, ah, ah, fuuuuuuuuuuck," Nico cried out. "He's just pain signaling," the demi-god said matter-of-factly. "Don't let it stop you," he offered to the rapist whose raw poz dick was deep inside the guts of the suffering, cum-filled 18 year-old. "Oh, I know," Rapist #4 replied, holding his dick in place. "I just pierced it's second hole, and that's exactly where I want my strain to enter." Without intending to do so, Nico's second hole began to loosen around the poz cock inside him, setting off a wave of pleasure in his rapist that would soon culminate in orgasm. "You deserve AIDS, faggot." Rapist #4's torso shuddered as his cock released a gushing, toxic load deep into Nico's intestines. Nico moaned but said nothing as his mind was consumed with the thought that he had just taken multiple raw, viral loads from his rapists. He felt unmoored, not sure what to think or what he was feeling -- except that he felt full. The pressure of his fourth rapist's raw cock inside his abdomen was as unbearable as it was immensely satisfying. Nico thought about how this was his seventh load of the evening, and almost without realizing it, he reached one hand back behind himself to feel with his fingers the raw dick pressed into his tender insides. "Well, look at this whore!" Rapist #4 said, surprised by the feeling of Nico's fingers caressing the base of his raw dick where it met the edge of Nico's cummy hole. "I told you all this slut would be asking for more after I was done with it," Rapist #4 boasted as he started teasing Nico's second opening by pulling back ever so slightly only to push back in a subtle back-and-forth that helped lube Nico's second opening while also pushing his fat poz load deeper inside. "You ever dream about getting raw fucked like a whore by a bunch of AIDS dicks, faggot?", Rapist #4 whispered in Nico's ear. Nico felt the rush of butterflies in his stomach hearing the rapist that was still inside him talking about AIDS dick. Nay, AIDS *dicks*. Nico felt his nipples contract and his cock swell. It sounded disgusting and terrible -- and yet that is exactly what excited him. The level of whoredom that it implied was blowing the young jock slut's mind. To actually seek out AIDS dick. To let poz tops cum inside me. What kind of total cumwhore do you have to be to start craving random strangers' diseased cocks while you have an HIV+ rapist's raw dick still inside you?, Nico thought. It was exactly the kind of whore Nico wanted to be -- perhaps already was. He felt shaky with excitement and nervousness. Rapist #4 pulled out, leaving Nico feeling empty. Vacated. Used up and in need of more raw dick. Not one of the tops in that darkened room ever saw the erection that Nico now had, and yet every single one of them, without ever saying so to the others, knew with uncanny precision and a collectively shared certainty that the young fuckhole's limp cock had finally awoken -- a fact which they all regarded with equal disinterest. The demi-god pulled out his phone and texted Omar to come collect the slut. Nico remained on the bed, having anticipated, even somewhat hoped for, the demi-god to dick him, but instead he listened to the cabal of anonymous rapists quietly exiting one by one. It wasn't until he heard Omar's voice calling him from the entryway that Nico fully understood that he had been left alone in the apartment, which he had assumed all along belonged to at least one of his sexual abusers that night. Nico felt Omar remove the blindfold. "Hey, baby," Omar said tenderly through the darkness. "Babe, they raped me." Nico began to cry before he could finish the sentence. Omar gently shushed him as the two embraced. "I need to get to the doctor," Nico continued, unable to fully control the tremble in his voice. "I know, baby," Omar replied, holding Nico all the more tightly. Omar kissed Nico lightly on the cheek, and releasing their embrace, helped Nico off the cum-soaked bed, where the puddle of cum that had collected under Nico's hole was now cold. Nico went to remove the leather collar and leash still around his neck, but Omar gently placed his hand over Nico's and said, "No, babe, leave that on." Nico paused, confused. "Your dad wants it on you when I bring you over." "Bring me over when?", Nico asked incredulously, wondering why Omar might be playing around with such a joke at such a time. "He said as soon as you were done here." And with those words, Omar reached his hand around to feel Nico's cummy, used hole as he laid another kiss upon Nico's surprised face. ---

About two weeks after the first blood slam I started running a low grade fever, felt fatigued all the time, and woke up drenched in sweat. We talked about my symptoms. Since they were similar to the fuck flu he decided to take advantage of my compromised immune system. He pounded his toxic dick into my hot fever hole without lube. He spit on his dick and shoved it in, tearing me open. I slammed a large amount of his blood. I’d love to post the security camera video of all of the depravity, but for some unknown reason we always fucked with Game of Thrones playing in the background and it kills the vibe of the dirty verbal pozzing. I know I’m sad too... At this point we’ve been very depraved for a couple of months so I jokingly took an OraQuick. To my astonishment it was negative. I had already scheduled my normal 3 month check-up so I told my doctor about the symptoms of fuck flu. I asked for a viral load test because it counts virus cells present in a sample as opposed to the standard HIV-antigen test which only tests my immune system for antibodies. About 4 days go by and the doctor called wanting me to come in to discuss my results. I’m rather tech savvy and have the phone app for where I get my labs drawn. They automatically upload as soon as new results are posted. Within minutes of getting off the phone with my doctor I receive a push notification from the app. And guess where I was when I get the notification? If you guessed IKEA you’re right. I’m walking alone through the linens shopping and I look down at my phone. I burst with happy tears when I saw the Viral Load of 141,000. If you’ve ever been to an IKEA it’s busy place, people are staring. I laid my items down and leave. I head over to my makers apartment when he gets off. I climb into bed with him because at this point I haven’t told anyone yet. I open the lab app and tell him to read. I can still see the excitement on his face, and I have to say the sex that night was extra special because I got to shoot my first poz load. A couple days go by and I show up to my doctor's appointment. She is not a nice lady, but she was being super nice. I told her that I “know” and that she didn’t have sugar coat anything. The following week she orders additional labs for a full HIV work up. A few more days pass and I get the additional lab results. I now have a viral load of 6,650,000 and CD4 count of 314. I wanted to stay off meds for some time, but my maker told me to start taking meds due to how fast my CD4 count dropped and how high my VL went. If you knew our relationship you'd know I cannot say no to him. I picked up my prescription and went back to his place. He opened the dresser drawer where he keeps the needles and gets a 3mL out and a fresh 23g needle. I slam 3mL of my toxic blood into his veins. After some time on meds we'll be taking a break so I can be the toxic strain-collecting boy I’ve always wanted to be. And then I'll be able to recharge his toxic hole with my pierced dick.

After studying for four hours, Terry gazed out the window at the warm, Queensland sunshine and decided to quit for the day. Summer was finally here and it brought a smile to his face, meaning for him, beer parties, beaches, barbecues, cruises along the coast, checking out all the shirtless guys, and plenty of parties. Yes, summer was his favorite time of the year and he wasn't about to waste a day of it, especially since he lived so near the beach at the Goldcoast and also near a gym where some of the hottest bodybuilders on the coast trained. Putting away his lecture notes and computer, Terry tidied-up the apartment, grabbed his gym gear, telling himself he'd be back about 10 or 11 the next morning to finish writing his paper. He was looking forward at finally getting past his university years and getting some decent work. It was going to be a hot day. He anticipated the gym would likely be filled with studs. Terry always played it cool there, because it wasn't actually a gay gym. Sure, some of the gay guys trained there, but Terry went for the equipment and the serious atmosphere; he didn't want to develop a bad reputation. For a boy who enjoyed copping a good load of cock and cum it was important to remain discreet. He was on the pec-deck machine when he noticed the blond Adonis. The man, who was at least fifteen years Terry's senior, had big arms and sexy legs, which he was working on the leg extension machine. Terry had seen him before, even in the shower once, but he didn't want the blond hunk to notice that he was being cruised. But what a face and body - deep tan, beautiful blue eyes, blond hair, and a huge piece of meat. Terry reckoned the hunk's stick would grow to at least ten inches - if sucked properly. Terry also occasionally speculated about the pleasure of sliding his long cock into the Adonis' (presumably) tight, athletic asshole and fucking it long and hard, although Terry was equally enticed by the prospect of being bred by the man. At 21 Terry was around six feet in height and a proportional weight, brown hair and an athletic build, bordering on muscular owing to the hours he put in at the gym. His seven inch cock was respectable and he could usually give as good as he got, but as much as Terry loved copping a bareback load, he was very careful to sleep only with neg guys, taking the view there was no point taking a risk even if a potential playmate said he was on meds. Terry waited a few minutes after the stud left for the locker room, then he casually followed. He was standing at his locker peeling off his sweaty gym shorts when Terry stepped up to his locker, an arms-length from that of the Adonis. While Terry could imagine sniffing and licking the gym shorts clean, he nevertheless made an appropriately neutral remark to the Adonis in saying "You're growing. Guess those hard workouts are paying off." "Yeah, thanks. I guess so. I'm up to 202 pounds, and my arms are 18 inches. Within six months they'll hit 19," the blond responded, flexing his biceps. "You'll make it, just stick it out,its impressive to see you working out and training hard" Terry said. "I'm Jeff," the Adonis said, sticking out his hand. "I'm Terry. I might want to train with you someday if it's okay. Maybe I could pick up a few pointers from a pro like you," Terry smiled, and, as if spontaneously suggested "Say, listen, I just picked up some great post workout protein. Why don't you stop over and we could chat and you can try some? I live near the beach, about a mile from here. Maybe we could go for a quick swim." "Sounds good," Jeff answered. "I'm off today, but I gotta pick up my partner around 1:00 PM. He can wait though." He pulled off his jock strap, giving Terry a look at that thick piece of meat. Shit, soft it was six or seven inches. And nice and thick. What a powerhouse body it was attached to! Terry was more than ready, even if he wasn't sure Jeff was actually up for fucking him. 'I'll find a way', Terry thought. 'Either I'll get a hard cock down my throat, or just a mate with whom to work out, so there's no harm'. As Jeff leaned over into his locker, Terry caught a glimpse of a tattoo across Jeff's lower back. The tattoo vaguely resembled a biohazard symbol but Jeff turned before Terry could get a decent look. An hour later Jeff's legs, in sexy short pants, were sprawled across the coffee table. While they chatted and enjoyed their post workout protein Terry became hornier and hornier. He could smell the fresh sweat coming off Jeff after his workout and longed to lick it off him. "You got some big muscles, you're probably a good poser. Why don't I watch you hit some poses?" Terry suggested. "I would, but I didn't bring any posing tights," Jeff responded, adding as an after thought "You think I'm pretty well built, huh?" "I sure do," Terry answered. "You don't need posing tights, just take off your shorts and let's see you flex." Jeff complied without a word, stripping naked, and commencing to flex his arms, chest, torso and legs. The more Terry appreciated it, the harder Jeff got. "What a great body! Yeah, those are some big muscles," Terry said, reaching out and squeezing Jeff's arm. Terry was into body worship with bodybuilders, and Jeff dug having his body admired. As he turned around Terry saw something that made his stomach drop. He worst suspicions were confirmed. A giant biohazard tattoo emblazoned across Jeff's lower back and right ass cheek. But, Terry quickly decided, given a chance he would still be more than willing to suck and perve Jeff, although Terry promised himself there was no way Jeff would pop his cock into Terry's ass. Then they started horsing around. "I'm pretty strong, too. I bet I could take you in a wrestling match," Terry suggested. Instantly Jeff was on him, tackling him to the ground and wrapping his legs around Terry's waist. They wrestled for a few minutes, with Terry getting off on the feel of Jeff's smooth muscles pinning him down. By this point Jeff had sprouted a full-on erection, which swayed in the air as he pinned Terry down. The sweat between the two bodies made a sure grip difficult, so inevitably the two were sliding about. The aroma of their sweat was utterly intoxicating. Terry couldn't believe he was wrestling and sweaty with this gorgeous guy, asking himself 'Why does he have to be so dangerous?' Just then Jeff twisted Terry's arm in a hammerlock, commanding "Open your mouth. Suck my cock." Caught by surprise, Terry still managed to reply "You ain't that tough, you can't make me." Jeff wrapped his legs around Terry's throat and choked him. "C'mon, open your mouth, you know you want it, cocksucker. You know you dig being a slave to a bodybuilder. Open your mouth so I can shove my big poz dick in it and choke you. I know you saw my tatt." Terry felt like he was really going to choke from the pressure of Jeff's muscular legs on his throat, so far from unwillingly, he followed Jeff's command, whereupon Jeff rammed his throbbing cock between Terry's lips. "You bite it once and you'll be sorry." Terry obeyed, sucking it and licking it, pleasing~his powerful master. "I've seen you checking out my body at the gym before," Jeff said, shoving his giant meat down his victim's throat. "You thought I never noticed. Shit, I can tell when a dude digs my body. You want to eat my cock and balls, you'd probably even suck on my dirty asshole. Well, now's your chance, slave, I'm really gonna shove it to you." Jeff climbed on top of Terry and began fucking his mouth, shoving his hard dick over the tongue and far into the throat. The giant piece of meat was stretching his throat creating a a horrible, but admittedly familiar pain. Terry loved it rough but was he willing to take everything that Jeff wanted to give him? Jeff grabbed Terry's arm and turned him over, pulling both arms behind his back and forcing Terry over his stomach. Terry tried to struggle free, but the bodybuilder's powerful arms and legs kept him down. "When's the last time a bodybuilder like me fucked you good and hard, huh, boy? You like taking a man's big poz load?" Jeff asked him, twisting his arm harder. "Hey, man," Terry yelled. "I'm not into all this; I don't want take your poz cum. I only fuck neg guys." "Well, problem is I'm horny and I need somewhere to blow my load. I think your tight little ass looks damn good, neg or not." Jeff pinned Terry to the bed and slowly shoved his cock into his tight asshole. Terry yelled as the thick meat entered him. "Ohhh, no, please, not so hard, not so fast, please. You'll tear me." Slowly Jeff shoved more of his cock into Terry's butt. The combination of sweat and spit was the only lube Terry got until his hole tore a bit, after which Terry's blood supplemented the lubrication available to the giant cock. Jeff's pace increased, and before long his entire nine inch cock was balls-deep in Terry's hole. Terry thought he was going to faint from the pain, but Jeff continued pumping. "Ohh, yeah, feels good, yeah, your ass is nice and tight. You dig this big poz cock up your asshole, don't you? You know you like it. Tell me you like it. I want to hear it," Jeff said as he fucked away. He wanted to hear Terry beg for his load, but begging wasn't critical. His balls wouldn't be denied for a formality. Terry's tight ass deserved to be seeded. A minute or so later Jeff withdrew into himself, closed his eyes as he licked his lips; he anticipated the surge of power. He was about to come, and ever the gentleman he delicately let Terry know saying "I'm gonna shoot this toxic load up you. Ohhhh, take it, yeah. Take my fucking babies!," as his balls ejected his poz load deep into Terry's ass, spurt after spurt after spurt of viscous cum coating the inside of Terry's hole. After laying on Terry's back for a few minutes, at which time each man struggled to catch his breath, Jeff withdrew his cock from Terry's ass, rose, and stepped into the bathroom for a cursory shower. Terry, meanwhile, was uncertain what to do or how to act, rose, pulled on his short pants and t-shirt, and stepped into the next room. A few minutes later Jeff, now dressed, presentable, and carrying his gym bag, stepped into the front room where he found Terry was sitting in his living room smoking a cigarette, still aching from the rape/fuck. "See you around, kid," Jeff said, winking. "I won't say anything to the guys at the gym if you won't." With that he left, slamming the door closed. Terry, meanwhile, although unsure of the best course of action, was aware of at least one unresolved matter, namely, he hadn't gotten off. Sliding his shorts down, he began jacking his rigid cock, the memory of Jeff's powerful body, and Jeff's thick cock as mental stimulation. Terry had had rape fantasies before, but they had never come true. But this was for real--a real rape from a real man. Nothing fake about this, he thought, as he lay back on the couch and jerked off. Suddenly four or five gobs of white cum shot from his cock onto his legs and hand, and onto the couch. "I want to get raped again," he thought as the cum oozed from his dick. But he was poz? Was that what made it so hot? He hopped in the shower, wiped the cum from his legs, showered and dressed. Fuck it, he thought, time for another trick. He kept the hot cum deep inside his bruised torn ass. Hopefully it would act as a salve for the next big cock to pound him. He pulled on his yellow tank top, a pair of jeans, and his tennis shoes, and headed out the door. Quickly hopping in his car, he decided to cruise along ocean road for a while. It was a warm summer evening. Fifteen minutes later, he noticed a hitchhiker who, from a distance, looked damned good. Terry slowed down and pulled over. "Shit," he thought, "what a hunk." The hitchhiker leaned in the car. "Where ya headed?" Terry asked. "Just goin' to Burleigh Heads," he answered with a smile. "Hop in, man. You got a great tan. You must have gotten a head start on it," Terry said as they drove along the coast. "Yeah, I spent some time in Florida. Anyway, all this sunshine makes me horny." Terry looked at him and smiled. The hitchhiker reached over and groped Terry's crotch. "Let's go back to my pad," Terry suggested. In ten minutes they were at Terry's, pulling off their clothes and hopping into bed. His name was Scott, he was 25, and he was spending the summer hitching around Australia before returning to work in the fall. Scott knew how to kiss. They licked each other's teeth, tongue and mouth. Then Terry went down on him, licking his cock and sucking his balls. Scott's tight ass looked good. It was clean and salty; Terry sucked it out good. Scott moaned in pleasure, then turned around, grabbed Terry by the hips and sucked his cock. Terry closed his eyes and rubbed Scott's head and shoulders, enjoying the expert service he was getting. Scott began sucking frantically, and it drove Terry to ecstasy. He shot off in Scott's mouth, sending gobs of thick cum down his throat. "Eat out my ass, that felt good," Scott ordered. Terry was ready for more. He licked Scott's ass, sucked and kissed it until Scott told him to replace his tongue with his cock. No arguments. Terry reached over the headboard for the KY, and greased his cock and Scott's asshole. He slid his dick in and they immediately developed a perfect fuck rhythm. They continued fucking and kissing until they were both ready to come. Terry relaxed when his sperm shot out of his cock and into Scott's asshole. "Ohhh, yeah, I'm coming; it feels great, ohhhh, yeah, it's shootin' out," Terry moaned. Terry had now come twice, and it was time to get his partner off. Scott sat on Terry's face with his cock sticking out and Terry sucked it for a while. "Oh, I'm so hot, I've got to shoot." Scott clenched his fists as his cream shot into Terry's mouth. Gobs and gobs of warm, thick juice filled Terry's mouth. He tasted it in his mouth, then slowly and sensuously swallowed the thick load, enjoying every drop of it. They got dressed and headed out. Scott wanted to be dropped off at a friend's place in Santa Monica; Terry was tired and sexually fulfilled. He was going home. He dropped Scott off, gave him a good-bye kiss, then headed back to his apartment. On the way, he passed the gym and glanced over. He saw a stud with bulging arms in a tank top, a nice smile on his good-looking face; he was sticking out his thumb for a ride. Terry could hardly believe it. He had seen the guy in the gym before and wanted to meet him, but had never had the chance. Like a reflex action, Terry made a U-turn, pulled over and stopped. 'How could I possibly be horny after all this?' Terry asked himself. Still, he opened the window and the stud peeked in and announced "I'm headed down the street." That was enough for Terry. "Sounds good to me," he replied, thinking to himself as the man stepped into the car realized he had seen him at the gym, although he knew nothing beyond that detail, so he commented "You look familiar, I've seen you working out at the gym." "Yeah, you have. I've seen you too, in fact I saw you today. You left at the same time my partner did," he explained. "He's well known here, his name is Jeff." 'It never stops', Terry thought as he drove off into the night with his new fuck buddy.