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For what felt like an hour, Dale sat on the futon, holding his nephew in a strong, warm embrace. Their naked bodies radiated heat to each other. Dale sampled a healthy portion of his nephew's cum before retrieving clean towels from a nearby shelf. He helped his nephew clean up. "It's late. You should probably have been home some time ago, bud," Dale said. "Yeah. I should get dressed," Brock dressed quickly as his uncle watched. Traces of lust still danced behind his uncle's eyes. After Brock pulled his shirt on, Dale handed him the same card Brock had seen thrown at Zeke in the video. On the back he'd handwritten a phone number. "If the virus takes, you're going to get pretty sick. Call or text me. Seriously," Dale said. It didn't really come across as a request. And then he kissed his nephew on the forehead and walked him back past the heavy black curtain to his office. The disheveled man Brock had seen head back to the booths shortly after he'd arrived was sitting in front of the desk. He looked worse for the wear with some fresh bruises coming through on his face and a split lip oozing dark red blood. One eye was swollen almost completely closed. The cashier sat on the corner of the desk next to the man, looking quite menacing with some fresh abrasions on his knuckles and an ice pack pressed to his jaw. Brock's uncle quickly took stock of the situation. "You'll have to see yourself out, Brock. This demands my immediate attention," Dale said in a suddenly serious, no-nonsense tone. Brock left his uncle and the two other men behind in the office and stepped back out into the store, nearly running into the man from the front row of the basement. He was headed for the door. All the effort of the night finally caught up with Brock and he felt very suddenly weary. He followed after the man, trying not to seem like he was pursuing him. As Brock stepped out of the store into the pitch dark September night, he saw the man getting into a Volvo parked on the curb. There was a single bumper sticker. It read "Park Village Thunder." Brock's heart leaped into his throat as he quickly crossed the parking lot to his own car and got in. He threw his hat on top of his letter jacket. His Park Village High School letter jacket, with the Thunder logo embroidered on the chest. ---------- The next three weeks felt like the longest weeks to ever fly by. Not a single day passed without some thought about that night at the Block. Some days it was a nagging half thought in the back of his mind. Some days he milked four loads from his dick before lunch thinking about everything that happened. On only two occasions had he really reflected on his decision willingly expose himself to HIV. He had concluded that he had no regrets and that if his uncle uncle's viral juices didn't convert him, he would try again after a month. On October 3rd, Brock knew his uncle had been successful. He woke feeling like he'd been hit by a truck. He had a fever and chills, he felt weak and had no appetite. His mom called him out of school before she headed off to work. As soon as Brock was confident she was gone, he texted his uncle "Woke up feeling like hell. Pretty sure you did itheb rnfhshsjfk dhdh h .?" An hour later, Dale was using a credit card to let himself into his nephew's house. He found Brock passed out in his bed. His phone had more gibberish typed into an unsent message. He was sweaty, but sleeping peacefully. Dale took the time to arrange him a bit more comfortably. Then he set about putting together some bland food for when his nephew woke. Then he crawled in bed behind him and held him until he started to stir. Brock would wake, have a bit of the food prepared for him and alternate sleeping and spooning his uncle until about an hour before his mom would get home. This continued for four more days. On day 5 of his conversion, Brock woke with his uncle's arms around him and a wrought iron beam between his legs. He was painfully hard. The virus had woken something slumbering deep within him. Without a word, he maneuvered himself between his uncle's legs and pushed Dale's feet back toward his head. Dale woke from his own dozing to the squelch of his nephew's precum in his hole as Brock was beginning to work his cock in. Dale gave no resistance. In fact, he seemed as though this was exactly what he was waiting for. Brock fucked Dale slowly, weak from his illness and hazy from the steady doses of poppers he and his uncle were using. When Brock was too weak, Dale would trade him places and ride him. Slowly milking his next load. In total, Brock filled his uncle with seven loads over 6 hours. Brock wasn't sure if these were his last negative loads or his first charged ones. They were probably both. All he knew was the little voice from the back of his mind that they must be inside someone. That all of his future loads must be inside someone. As Dale was getting ready to leave, he hugged his nephew and handed him A folded slip of paper. "Meet me here. Next Saturday afternoon," he said. He kissed his nephew once more on the forehead and left.

Part 5 Jake looked up and was completely blown away by what he saw. He opened his mouth several times to say something and then closed it. Mike continued to hold onto Justin while I just watched this little family drama play out. That was hard for me to do because I was more spun than ever. I desperately needed more cock in my hole. But suddenly this wasn’t about me, despite being the paid whore for the evening. “DAD!? What the…..what the actual fuck!?” Justin walked over to the bed and touched his son’s hair, and face. “Yeah, son I’ve known I was into men for a long time. Don’t worry, your Mom knows. She’s got a hall pass to fuck other people too, and she does. We’re both complete sluts. Just not together.” Jake couldn’t get his jaw off the floor. Apparently this was an entire family of sluts. I could see that this would take a while for Jake to process, but Justin kept going. “Turns out that Mike here met your little friend Adam on the apps and couldn’t resist sharing him with me when I came to Chicago. Lucky me that two hot young guys found each other on Grindr and it turned out both of them was a dirty little cumdump.” Jake blushed when his father said this, so Justin got on the bed and leaned down to deeply kiss his son. When he pulled away, Jake said “Oh Dad. As many times as I jerked off thinking about Uncle Mike, I jerked off way more thinking about you. Just seeing you by a pool in a speedo, proud of your cock and your thick hairy body. I loved how women and men would both look at you and want you. I would just think ‘that’s my Dad, he’s so fucking hot,’ and then I’d go in the bathroom and furiously beat my cock until I shot a load of cum, wishing I could touch your dick.” “You can touch my dick, son. Right here, right now. It’s yours, any way you want it.” Jake kissed his father again and Mike and I watched them make out for a minute or two until they came up for air. Jake also reached over and wrapped his hand around his Dad’s cock, moaning as he did so. “It’s so fucking thick.” Jake’s cock was rock hard. I desperately wanted it in my hole, but I didn’t want to break the mood. Finally father and son broke their make out session and Justin said “I want you to fuck me, son. Hard. I want you to rape me and breed me.” Jake’s face lit up and he said “FUCK yeah, Dad! But only on one condition. That you fuck me just as hard right after. I’ve wanted your cock since I knew what cocks were for, and I can’t wait to have it in my ass.” I couldn’t wait to see the show, so I scooted over and took Mike’s fat uncut cock in my mouth again, to get It hard so he could fuck me again. Jake and Justin continued to make out while I blew Mike and he occasionally leaned over to give one of them another shotgun from the bong or join in their daddy/son kiss. After a couple minutes, he said “OK, Adam, time for another breeding. I’m not gonna waste this next load in your mouth. It needs to be in your boy cunt.” I looked up at Mike and grinned. “Yes, sir!” Then I looked over at Jake and said “when you’re done fucking your Dad, will you fuck your little bro too?” Jake laughed and got a big smile on his face. “Fuck yeah, dude. I can cum a bunch of times! When Dad’s fucking my cunt, I’ll fuck yours, and Mike can be the director.” We all laughed, and I turned around and wiggled my furry ass at Mike. He slowly pulled the buttplug out of my ass, handing me the plug to lick off the his and his brother’s cum stuck to it, then I sat on Mike’s fat cock, sliding it all the way up my cunt. I could feel the burn again so I knew he’d given me another booty bump under his foreskin, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was cock and cum. I felt like a completely depraved whore. Because I was one. I laid down on his furry chest and kissed him hard while he slowly pumped his cock in and out of my hole. I had my eyes closed, but he tapped me, and nudged me to look at Justin and Jake. Mike pulled me down onto his chest with his throbbing cock all the way up my ass while we watched the main event. They were in a trance, completely ignoring us, only focused on each other. Justin laid on his back and Jake slipped another shard under his foreskin, then squirted some lube on his massive cock, lifted his Dad’s hairy legs over his shoulders, and quickly slid his cock all the way home inside Justin’s hole. Justin gasped and winced a bit. Even with the T he was feeling the quick entry of the cock into his hole. Both of them were non-stop moaning and Jake whispered “fuck, Dad, that feels so fucking amazing. I love you so much! I’ve dreamed about doing this since I could get my dick hard.” Justin grabbed onto the back of Jake’s neck and kissed him long and deep. When they finally came up for air, he said “OK, now. Prove to me you’re a man. Fuck your dad like the dirty tweaked out cumdump faggot whore he is.” Then Justin slapped Jake across the face, and Jake immediately returned the favor and spit in Justin’s face. “You want me to fuck you, Fag Daddy? Is that what you want? You sure you can handle my big fat jock boy cock. I mean, you did make it after all.” Justin spat right back in Jake’s face and said “rape my fucking cunt. Tear it up and dump your thick load in my hole. Turn me into a nasty gaping pig.” Jake grinned and said “With pleasure old man. I’m gonna breed you with so many loads of my jizz you’re gonna have it coming out of your fucking nose.” Then he spit on Justin’s face again. Justin laughed and said, “bring it on son. I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life. I want you to keep fucking me until we can’t move.” Jake started in on Justin’s hole with his cock that easily matched Justin’s for length and girth. Both of them had foreskins that still covered part of the head when they were fully hard and Jake’s cock looked incredibly hot pounding Justin’s hole over and over again while they made out, completely ignoring us, even though we were just two feet away on the bed, with Mike’s fat piece still shoved all the way up my ass, slowly humping me while we watched the live incest porn going on right next to us. Mike grabbed my chin and pulled me down, kissing me hard. He whispered “you did good, kid. Now you deserve a reward. Let me pound that big furry boy cunt of yours and give you your third load of the evening.” I just moaned and said “fuck yeah, daddy! Give me your cock. My hole is so fucking hungry right now.” All four of us continued to pound away, completely oblivious of anything else in the world. I was riding Mike’s cock when I happened to glance around the room and notice a slip of paper slid under the door. I ignored it, thinking it was some hotel bullshit. Little did I know it was the next step in our adventure.

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." * * *

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.

3 years after... The wasp continue his quest... (for now, it's all true) After a long trip in a foreign country... Eddy came back and contact me... to continue the work we started 3 years ago... We chatted on WhatsApp, exchanging arousing messages, pictures, vocal messages, fantasy and needs. He told me that during the 3 years, he never stopped to think about what we started and like acid on metal... my need to lay my eggs inside his corrode his mental and worked to make him go further in the journey. We met in Bruxelles to eat and drink... and talk. I took a viagra just in case... and as long as we talked about how he'd want to be transform... how far he wants to go... my dick was leaking as much that it pass through my jeans... My dick was literally drooling like a Komodo who biting his prey. He wants my progeny inside him... incubating it, feed it with his body, make it grow and let my progeny inside of his taking the control of his mind to become a predator... and spread it. So, we went to his place, he took his poppers.... and siffed 4, 2 and 5 for the last breath... making me know that his getting closer to reach the goal... He let me go inside of him but he was on Prep... 😞 He wasn't ready yet as he said to cross the line, to jump in the abyss. We fucked, he felt my PA dick inside of him, he dremt about it for a long time. He was so excited that he came without touching his dick. After he came, his ass twitched and got so tight that makes me come very quick. After all, he licked my poz tattoo. It was a short fuck.... not long as i like... but leading to longer fuck anbd more prolific results. I did not pozzed his that night but i know that he begged to get some evils inside of him... begging them to push him more deep in... and more close to the abyss.

In the toilet of a STD clinic

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.

An authors prequill! Hey everyone, welcome back! Welcome to any new readers also! First those who are new to my stories, I suggest you read through my last one here in the fiction section entitled Spreading my Toxic Seed. For those who have followed that story, this takes up where it left off! I've written a few chapters, and having FUN with it. Trying something in a story I've never seen done in a story here before! It fits in with a part of the storyline quite well I believe. With that said, this story is TOTALLY fictional. This includes the name of a fictional website it will mention. A search did not show it to be an actual named website, so feeling OK with its use. The first chapter will be coming soon! Get your cim rags and lube ready!

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.

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]

My first attempt of writing story so i d be glad to get some tips and suggestions. Part 1: Anonymous straight boy It s 2 am and Vincent is horny. He could not sleep, so he did what he have always done, logging in the local hook up website for some late night bootycall. Vincent is a gay guy in his 20s, asian background with a fit body that he honed regularly at the gym. He has been fucking since he was 16. He was attractive, 1.75m and have an average dick. He usually meet guys on grindr, but occasionally he would go on to local hookup site to find those "straight" boys. It s a habit he got from college, helping many classmates "discover" themselves. He has always been a top and he likes the feeling of convincing the so call "straight" boys to let him slide his dick into their virgin hole. He is not big so it was easy to tell them it won't hurt much. And man those boys were easy to turn. When he got out of college, it was harder to find other curious boys so he turned to the anonymous hookup sites, and he was lucky a few times. These sites mostly have those daddies looking for boys or cumdump sluts begging to be fucked, but on the rare occasion a curious guy would pop in looking to experience some man on man sex. Tonight Vincent is lucky again. He gets a message from blondjock95. blondjock95: "Hey man, wanna try a dick. You are down?" vinceprince: "You wanna get banged? Travel?" blondjock95:"Yeah. Just wanna get fucked. CONDOM ONLY. No kissing and i wont touch your dick otherwise." vinceprince: Bingo. "Fine by me. Send ur pic and I ll send the address." Vince opened the attached pic to see a lean swimmer body, he hope the dude looks good too and not a catfish because he really needs to blow his load tonight. 20 minutes later, he got a text from blondjock95, whose name was Derek, saying he arrived. Vincent open the door and is pleased. The guy was handsome, blond hair with gray eyes and killer smile. They got into the room quickly and Vince got down to business. He stripped them both naked and went down on his knee to give Derek a blowjob. He heard a soft moan as his lips wrapped around the rock hard 20 cm cock. He could taste the salty precum leaking out and the musky smell of Derek's balls. Derek is very well shaven, in contrast to Vincent's thick bush. After a few minutes of sucking, Derek is leaking like a fountain. Vincent looks up, smiles and licks his lips. Derek responds with a weak and shy smile. Vincent turns him around and goes for his as, munching on the virgin hole like a ripe peach. Derek is moaning loudly as Vincent drove his tongue in deep. "Lovely virgin hole. Gonna make you cry tonight and addicted to cock tonight baby"-Vincent thinks to himself. He got up and faces Derek. He places his hands on his shoulders and gestures for Derek to move to the bed. When he gets to the bed, Derek suddenly stops and says: "Hey, is it ok if we try something?" "What is it, stud?" Vincent gave a friendly smile, and was caught by surprised when Derek leans in for a kiss. Derek pulls back after a few seconds, unsure what to do. Vincent still has the surprised look on his face, but then goes in for another kiss. Derek is by far the best kisser Vincent has. but something about the clumsy peck and innocent kiss turn him on. The boys keeps making out as they fall onto the bed. After a while, Vincent breaks the kiss: "Let s get you nice and wet back there." Vincent made Derek sat on his face and drove his tongue deep into Derek hole one more time before he seals the deal. He savours the musky cherry ass when suddenly he felt hot breath near his cock. After a moment, he felt Derek's mouth wrapped around his cock. "Lol, easier than I thought. Not so straight afterall."-Vincent thought. The blowjob is just as mediorce as Derek kissing skill. He does not know how to deepthroat and could not handle half the shaft despite Vincent 12 cm. But again Vincent was hit by another surprise. He felt his cum bubbling up his shaft. "What the hell...?"-he thought. So many guys that were way better cocksuckers than Derek had served him and they needed at least half an hour to even get Vincent close. What is wrong with him tonight? "Hey, that s enough. Let s give you what you came here for." Vincent said as he rolls Derek over and climbs between his legs. He got the condom on and lubed up Derek. He sank into the virgin hole as the blond jock gasp for breath, feeling his cherry getting popped. Vincent size let him easily pass through the sphincter and reached Derek's prostate. "Let's get the party started."-he thought. Then Derek pulled him down for another clumsy kiss, and suddenly his cum is about to spill again. Derek panickingly pulled out and rolled over. "What's wrong?" Derek sounds concerning. "It's... I don't know. I m sorry but I m close. Maybe cuz i havent cummed for the whole day." Derek tried to hold in his cum. "Damn. I wanna try tonight..." Derek sounds dissappointing and Vincent's heart sinks. He is not sure from what but he does not like the feeling. The shame of not be able to perform? The guilt of getting this boy all the way here to let him down? "Well. I came all the way here. Can I fuck you then?" Derek asks "Like hell you would, virgin."-Vincent thinks and is about to say when he catches the puppy eyes. The words did not escape his mouth. Mix of guilt and shame flushes back in and he blurted out: "Ok." And so Derek lubed up Vincent the way he did him before. Vincent was still dumbfounded of what he agreed to and just lie there. Derek gets into missionary and line his dick in front of Vincent's hole. He looks him in the eyes with the innocent look again. Derek has a cold feet. He has not been fucked for years and might as well be a virgin. He only fucks, he does not want to get fucked. He opened his mouth to protest when the tip of Derek's cock pushes in. A deep grunt followed by a high pitch moan escapes Derek. He feels like his breath is knocked out as the cock invaded him. "Fuck, this is why I don't bottom."-Vincent thinks. He feels taken, by a virgin he s suppose to be fucking no less. Like the virgin he is, Derek does not let Vincent adjust and begins to pound away and Vincent could not voice his protest. His breath keeps getting knocked out by each thrust and he could not do anything but lie there and takes the pounding, sobbing while his hole getting stretched. Then Derek leaned in for the kiss and the pain slightly subsided. And so Vincent clings to it. He is like a thirsty man in the desert who s finally given some water and does not want to let go. His hole is on fire and Derek's clumsy kiss is the only thing making it better. It goes on for ten minutes, and Derek just goes harder. Vincent's hole finally get used to it and his prostate was being pounded hard. He is in so much pain and ecstasy that he is in tear and sobbing. And it finally arrives. His cumshot is massive. It sprays all over him and even hit Derek in his chest and face. Vincent just cries in orgasm at this point, involuntarily squeezing his hole, making Derek pump a big load inside. Derek caught his breath after a minute and pulled out. In his exhausted state, Vincent could see it. That look that he had seen so many times from all the "straight's boys" that he popped their cherry. Derek was flooded with shame of what he just did. He pulled out the condom and quickly dressed up. He immediately left Vincent lying there covered in cum with a mere "Thanks, goodbye man." Vincent tried to process. His touched his hole and it was slightly gape and sore. His body is drenched in sweat and cum. He got some on his face too. It mixes with his tears that he shed when he was fucked. Tear of joy? "Fuck, I cried cuz I was fucked." He spoke out loud. He rubbed his eyes carefully to not get the cum in. He needs a shower. A hot shower. To be continued

an old amazon delivery partner and i got drunk one night and i sucked his dick on the swings at a nearby park. then we ran into each other while delivering about a week later, and i had cleaned out before work so i could go to the adult bookstore an had about 3 loads up there and we started flirting a bit and chatting taking a short and he asked if next time he could fuck me and i was like lets go, theres no one around and we got trucks to hide us. so we climbed back there and he fingered me and goes "bro why are you wet? does it work like a girls pussy?" after a 15 laughing period, i told him where i had gone and that it was cum up there and his dick i swear sprung up so fast, the only thing missing the spring sound effect from cartoons. he fucked two loads in me there, and later when we finished work, and were turning in our vans, he fucked me again in his van this time.

Sorry for my English, it's not my mother tounge so i could/would makes mistakes... this story is fiction... for now 😈😈 I plan to realise a part of it eventually... 3 people are willing to follow me. Time will tell... After chattin' with a friend of mine about my sexual deviance, he told me that i turned him on for several reasons. We started to explore his need and i got a big surprise... I was not alone with my twisted mind. He's twisted like me. Chapter 1 My friend, i'll call him Edouard (Eddy), wanted to get pozzed for a long time but he never found someone serious enough to Gift him, until we talked... Wa talked about our fantasy for 2 days on WhatsApp... describing how we'd like to proceed for his pozzing... He took me on some nasty paths that makes me hard as steel. He wants to consider me as a Jewel Wasp and him as my prey... He REALLY wants me to Make him... to Pozz him. He makes me horny like a Hornet who needs to sting his prey... he makes me become a predator, THE kind of predator i adore... EVIL. He said that he wasn't sure he wants to cross the line and he wants me to guide him at MY direction. He feels hypnotized by me, by my POZ dick, by my PA, by my twisted talk. Before working for his pozzing, we made a deal. If he accepts me as his Pozzer, that's gonna be like a sacrifice. He's gonna fuck up his health for MY pleasure and MY pride. There are some conditions he needs to satisfy for me to Reward him! A Wasp Tattoo... Emerald Green and Black (for the Jewel Wasp) it's MY Mark ! (the image at the end of this chapter) A negative blood test results. NO one to fuck him until he convert. Anonymous HIV test... until it comes back POZ and afterwards, regular blood tests to know how high the viral load will climb. when the convertion succeeds, he's gonna have to GIFT... and to get recharged. Stay off meds as long as he can (but i don't want my prey to pass away... ) Recharging me ! He agreed all of these conditions. These conditions are mine to POZ someone. I'm the Boss in MY colony! I want to create new wasps and make it grow!!! He needs me to break his Pandora's Box... to make sure he's not gonna close it anymore. He's feeling hot as Hell... and he invites me to talk in person about this. I travelled to his place and we talked, naked but we did not fuck. I wanted to control his mind like the Jewel Wasp does with its prey... so we talk about how we'd like to get sick, how i'd poz him, how i'd lay my wasp eggs inside his body... how free he'll be to be himself... and he'll be MINE! We jerked off... and we promised to get closer to the moment at our next date... He warned me that he could slow me down... step on the brakes... but i answer that i could not brake and i would push him over the precipice... He did not disagree but I still need time to control his mind completly... The job is not finish... It could take awhile but my reproductive instinct will get the job done sooner or later. When i left his place he said that he wants me to bring him to the Other side... into darkness... He wanted to be fucked by me... only me... and become an Evil to burn other people from the inside when he's pozzed. I promised him to continue to work on his mind to manipulate him, bringing him where i want him... and to sting his body with my dick to make him MINE... to start to build MY colony! He's gonna be a co-predator for the next hunt... but before, i have to finish my work with him... He will be my First Victim, my First Conquest ! I have 3 men now wating to be a part of my Colony... but Eddy will be the First and were gonna work together on the next ones.

Years ago, I was trying to infect someone. He quit having sex with anyone else, and was always hungry to take my loads. After one of his tests, he was called to the doctors office - which means one thing. We celebrated after he was told he had converted. And we went back to his apartment and he fucked his first positive load back into my ass! Richard was a good guy!

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".

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?)

Lila was 44 years old. Wife have a pastor. Named Jim. In a small town. He had a large congregation with his church. She loved her husband and two children. Her 14 year old son. Peter. And 18 year old daughter Grace. Lila did not approve of Grace’s boyfriend Cole. A dark hair blue eye 19 year old high school drop out. She made it clear about her feelings on Cole. Grace had her mother’s green eyes and red hair. Lila caught Cole sneaking out of Grace’s bedroom. In which she and her husband decided that if she was going to be sexually active. Grace should be on the pill. Catching Cole briefly naked seeing him uncut and hard made Lila want to have sex with Cole. Even though it was wrong to even think of such things. Cole did catch Lila checking him out and smiled. Thinking if I can fuck that woman and then use it against her. Cole who was 5’11 medium build knew how to get women into bed then blackmail them. And Lila being a pastor’s wife would get him what he wanted. Some cash from the churches safe. Cole put his plan into action. There was a church retreat for the men coming up. Grace and Peter went to visit their grandparents. Leaving Lila alone. ”Hello Mrs. Loomis.” Cole said has he approached Lila. “Cole, Grace isn’t here.” “I know.” “I came to see you.” “I know you don’t like me.” “You think I’m trouble.” ”yes I do.” Lila responded coldly. “You took Gracie’s virginity.” “We wanted her to save herself for marriage.” “Now what can I do for you?” Cole took Lila’s hand and kissed it. “What are you doing?” Lila shocked. “Apologizing Lila.” “And confessing.” “Let’s go into the church so I can confess to you.” “You should wait for Jim to get back.” Lila said. “It’s you who I have to confess to.” Now in the church. Lila and Cole sit in the first pew. Cole. Holding Lila’s hand takes it and puts it on top of his pants. Lila pulls her hand off it. “What are you doing?” “You need to leave now.” “Really Lila.” “I caught you checking me out.” “You going to say you haven’t thought about me fucking your?” Lila stunned “No it’s wrong. I’m married.” “You’re my daughter’s boyfriend.” Cole kisses Lila. She doesn’t resist. Cole unzips her dress. Lila undoes his pants. Rubbing his hardon through his briefs. Cole and Lila go to the pulpit. Cole lies her down under the crucifix. Pulls off her panties revealing a hairy bush. He pulls off his shirt and underwear and starts to eat her pussy. “Ahhh” Lila moans. She leans up and takes off her bra. Cole then places his dick into her mouth. She works on it like it’s a lollipop. After a few minutes he fondles her breasts. Even sucking on them. Cole then slowly places his dick into one of the tightest pussys he’s ever had fucking Lila was a lot easier than he thought. He changes positions. Having Lila riding him while she’s moaning and looking up at the crucifix. ”my cock feels good deep inside you, doesn’t it Lila?” “Ahhh god yes it does.” Lila answered. Cole was ready to cum inside. Shooting several of his loads into the pastor’s wife. A few days later Cole met up with Lila. She had to be careful not to be seen. Otherwise a small town would talk. “I can’t do this again.” Lila said softly. Cole who was now undressed “one last time Lila.” Lila got undressed and on her knees and started sucking Cole’s cock. “She sucks cock better than Grace” he thought. Cole turned Lila to fuck her doggiestyle. Lila wished Jim could be an exciting lover. Once again. Cole bought her to orgsim. Something her husband wasn’t able to do. She looked at the seamen dripping out of her vagina. Lila took a shower. Cole decided to join her. “wait” Lila said. “I thought this was it.” “Is it really over?” Cole asked. He kisses her and fucks her in the shower with more passion than he did in the church. A week later. Lila gets a package in the mail. In it are photos have her getting fucked by Cole. With a note that says “You’ll get all the photos including the negatives.” “For $1000.00” “Hate for your husband to lose everything and finding out his “so called faithful wife” his a slut.” “Meet me at the address below on Friday at 930 am.” “Don’t show up with the money in cash, I let the photos and videos out.” Lila to get the money from the safe. Made it look like a break in. She couldn’t tell her husband. That she had been sleeping with their daughter’s boyfriend. And someone found out and was blackmailing her. She put the money into a briefcase. Put it in the shed till Friday morning. The police suspected that it might have been gang members in the area who had been breaking into places. Friday morning came. Lia was going to see her blackmailer. The address was for an old motel on the outskirt of town. Lila made sure she was parked a few blocks away just in case anyone should see her. She was instructed to go to room 211. She was a few minutes early. The door was unlocked and walked in and saw Cole. ”Hi Lila, I see you brought the money.” Cole said smiling. ”It was you?” Lila asked. “Who blackmailed me.” ”Yep.” Cole said. “I knew I could fuck your daughter.” “But I couldn’t blackmail her.” “When I saw you checking me out.” “So I decided that a married woman with two children, who is a pastor’s wife would be a much easier target to coax into bed.” “Lila let’s complete our “deal”.” Lila gives Cole the briefcase. In return He gives her the all the photos and videos. “So Lila since I rented this room.” “You wanna fuck one last time?” I promise you there are no cameras hidden here.” ”you get me into bed to blackmail me and now you want to fuck me?” “No thanks.” She goes to slap him, but grabs her hand and kisses her. She finds herself undoing his pants and pulling down his underwear and taking his dick into her mouth. Sucking it with a fury. Cole pulls her shirt off of her seeing she’s braless. Hoisting get into the bed sucking on her nipples. Taking off her shorts. Then underwear. Cole insert his dick into Lila’s tight pussy. “Oh god” she shouted. He was ready to cum. Shooting his load deep inside of her. Cole kept his word about not having cameras in the motel room. Lila went home. Didn’t tell Jim or her family anything about what happened. Had sex with her husband a few days later. Since Jim only liked to have sex twice a month. Lila went to the doctor to discover she was pregnant. But she knew it wasn’t Jim’s. It was Cole’s and she now hod to keep that her blackmailer was the baby’s father

starting conversion on 3rd October - virus appreciation day! That's like having your boyfriend's 2 lines on Valentine's and know to be his gifter... I love stories where guys convert and are followed in their whole journey

Fucked a neighbor in between two pickups parked on the street almost in front of my house in Chicago ...

Mostly because I'm more bottom, if I've decided I WANT to fuck you, then I WANT to cum in you. If you ask me not to cum in you, I'll move to the next bottom. I don't want to disregard your wishes, but they're not aligned with mine, so I'll move on.

Oh yeah….at the AIDS clinic. The bathroom was infamous. I also have raw fucked, bred, stealthed @HIV fundraisers, and on Aids life cycle bike ride.

In a NYC taxi cab

Eating my cum from the hole that ive fucked, is the perfect way to get stupid hard again and fuck some more.

Chapter 36: My first Son! Both Marc and I eagerly awaited to see if he would convert. Almost three weeks later, he texted me a picture of a positive home test, with the note Congratulations you are a daddy! My cock immediately rose to attention, and I sent the picture to my step dad saying congratulations step dad! My dad was at work, but took a picture of him with his pants down behind his desk. His cock was rock hard, and glistening with pre cum. He told me to get in the car, and drive to his office and he'd breed me. His office was a small private office and closed at 5. Most of his co workers had left. I got to his office, locked the door and dropped my pants. He was rock hard on his chair, and said take a seat. I immediately got on his lap, and rode him with furry until he busted inside me. I got off of his lap, and he said bend over my desk bitch. He then fucked me like crazy, saying things like not bad for a granddad huh? We then decided to go out and celebrate the birth of my first son. And here ends this storyline, but don't fret, a new one is in the works!

Dale leaned down and softly kissed Brock's neck as his poison-tipped member found his nephew's hole and pushed against his virgin sphincter. The pressure evoked waves of anticipation and pleasure that rippled through Brock's body. Instinctively, the teen pushed a little, relaxing his hole just enough that his uncle could push inside. The precum-slick head of Dale's lethal organ sat just inside his nephew. To Brock, his uncle's cut head felt like a molten ball of metal, radiating warmth to his whole body. Brock inhaled sharply at the sudden fullness he felt. Dale had done a great job opening up his hole, because Brock didn't feel much pain. Just very full. That changed as Dale began working more of his dick into Brock's guts. "Oh fuck, uncle Dale!" Brock moaned as his hole stretched around his uncle's circumcised head and thick shaft. Dale's hairy, athletic body loomed over Brock's taller, broader, more muscular frame. Brock clenched the mattress as he adjusted to the invasion of his body. Brock had experimented a little with his own hole, mostly fingering himself while jerking off or in the shower. His uncle's member took that pleasure to a level Brock had never fathomed. Brock found himself subconsciously reaching down to spread his cheeks to allow his kin deeper inside him. "Eager. I like that," Dale growled into his nephew's ear. He began slowly thrusting into his nephew's tight hole. The generous amounts of virus-laden precum definitely helped, but nothing could fully prepare his nephew's hole. "You've never been fucked before, have you?" Dale asked slightly incredulously. It took Brock a second to realize he'd been asked a question. "You're going to be pozzed on your first fuck." The significance of being converted by his first fuck was not lost on Brock. In fact, it was one of the things he was most eager about. His own uncut cock was streaming precum. Neg precum. His uncle was slowly and deliberately thrusting into Brock's hole until he met resistance. Every thrust was a cacophony of conflicting sensations. First pleasure as his uncle's fat mushroom head hit his prostate, which quickly collided with the electric jolt as it met resistance. Dale continued working against that pressure slowly. Agonizingly. Each thrust pushed a new pulse of precum from Brock's own sizeable member. Brock tasted his precum a few times, but avoided touching his dick much. He knew he would explode instantly if he did. "Stay right here, kiddo. You're going to love the next part." Dale slid slowly out of Brock's hole. The sudden feeling of emptiness left Brock longing for more. Dale fished a brown bottle out of the pocket of his jeans before stripping them off and tossing them next to the tripod. "Roll over," Dale ordered and Brock obeyed, now prone on the futon, Dale stood over Brock's head, venomous precum streaming from the head of his dick. That precum was already coating Brock's guts, its viral payload making its way into his bloodstream. Dale shook the brown bottle a couple times. He uncapped it and held it under his nephew's nose, helping him breathe deep through each nostril in turn. Brock felt light headed briefly before the feeling spread out of his head to the rest of his body. His skin felt like it had been charged with electricity. Waves of arousal and pleasure that Brock usually felt when he had a raging erection were pulsing from his hole. His hole that he was becoming increasingly aware was empty. Some feral part of his brain was telling him he needed that void filled again. Dale recognized the primal need in his nephew's shifting body language. He returned to the futon and easily slid his member back inside. Brock grunted as the feeling of deep resistance returned. Dale helped him dose from the bottle of poppers again before taking a generous dose himself. Then he pushed. Brock felt his whole body relax as the second dose of poppers permeated his body and his uncle's dick slid through the resistance, finding its way to the deepest parts of Brock. Brock was speechless. He was damn near breathless. Dale began thrusting again. Still slow and deliberate, but this time with an amount of force that Brock met eagerly by bucking his meaty ass to meet each push. "Fuck yes, kiddo," Dale encouraged his nephew. "Your hole feels so fucking good." Brock could only moan in response, but Dale got the impression he was enjoying himself. "I'm not going to last much longer this deep inside you, bud," Dale conceded. "Are you ready for my toxic seed? There's no turning back if I keep going. I won't pull out." A glimpse of clarity broke through the haze of the poppers. "Fucking POZ ME, uncle Dale. I need your toxic load in me." Dale picked up the tempo of his thrusts. Despite not having touched his dick, Brock felt his own orgasm building as his uncle's dick massaged his prostate with each thrust. "You ready, bud? You ready to join my fuck club?" "Please POZ me. I need you to POZ me," Brock pleaded with his uncle. Brock could feel Dale's dick begin to swell inside him. His uncle drove his toxic sting as deep as he could. Something between a moan and a scream escaped him as his dick began to spasm inside the teen. And then the cum began to flow. The spasms of his uncle's dick pushed Brock over the line. He was so pent up, there was no preamble before rope after rope of thick, white jizz began blasting from his dick. He hit his own eye, he coated his torso, a couple shots shot past his head and landed on the black futon mattress. One shot missed the futon entirely, landing on the floor beyond the frame on the end. Each shot was followed by a heavy *plop*. Within a second of Brock's impressive display starting, Dale began unloading in his nephew's guts. Dale didn't bother to count how many shots of venom he pumped into Brock's vulnerable guts, but he knew it was likely a record for him. Dale slowly eased his dick out of his nephew's hole. "Be sure to clench, I'm about to pull all the way out and you want to keep as much of that in as you can." Brock could see streaks of red mixed into the froth of cum on his uncle's dick. He did as he was told and clenched. A small dribble of cum leaked out, but with how deep Dale's poisonous DNA was inside him and him being on his stomach, it wasn't going anywhere. Brock scooped up the dribble of cum and licked it off his fingers. It tasted incredible. Better than his uncle's precum. Dale crossed to the camera and turned it off then returned to help Brock sit up. He kissed his nephew deeply. And held him in a strong embrace for a while. "Most likely, you are going to get very sick in a few weeks. When you do, call me and I will come help with what happens next. Can't wait to tell Rodney I met my nephew for the first time tonight."

When I was 16 (fake ID said 21)I met a guy at an adult book store glory hole and agreed to go back to his motel room across the street and fuck raw if he agreed to pull out because I just wasn’t attracted to him but I needed excitement. He bent me over the corner of the bed and began fucking me. When I could tell he was getting close I reminded him to pull out which made him put his body weight on me so I couldn’t move and he blew his load deep in my ass. It wasn’t a good feeling struggling to get up while a big guy breeds you against your will. Before I could even say anything to him as I was pushing his load out onto the floor it really dawned on me how stupid of a request it is to ask a top to pull out. I mean his dick was already leaking pre cum in me and I wasn’t protected from anything else so what difference does it make if he breeds me.

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

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

Chatper 2, second meeting, Mind control. Eddy and I met a second time at his place. We talked again about our fantasy to make us hornier and hornier… We agreed to a sign that’s gonna mean that he’s ready for me to POZ him. He’ll have to sniff poppers 6 times with each nostril and he’s gonna ask me to do the same… so 6, 6 and 6… that’s gonna be THE signal for me to begin his transformation. We took off our clothes, we sat on the coach and we started to play with our bodies… Eddy is not into mansmells but I wanted to test how hypnotized he was… so I hadn’t taken a shower for 2 days, no deo, no perfume. I felt him quite receptive to my musky smell… but not enough to surrender to me. He still resisted but I felt that I’m bringing him further on this path. He started to suck my dick… but I refuse. I explain to him with a hypnotising voice that he needs to accept his fate, submit his body to my Stinger… and carry my DNA in him forever… He seemed a bit disappointed but it’s how I work to be able to reach my goal… to possess him and break through all his barriers. He said that the night before, he dreamt about a black angel that came to him and started to pass through his body several time… He confessed that he wants to do it… but he’s still not ready to. Last night with his dream, he went a bit further in his head. He tooks 2 sniffs of poppers by each nostril and he offered me to sniff once only… The score is 2, 2 and 1… His head spun a bit and he shot his load onto his body. We continued to talk about THIS moment, THE moment of his sacrifice to become a member of my Colony… but also his to become a Devil too… His dream consumed him and that gives me more motivation to bring him much further than I planned…

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

I’ve posted this before but mine was on the Docklands Light Railway, in broad daylight (and those carriages have very big windows) between Islands Gardens and Canary Wharf. The train guard didn’t mind because I did it with the train guard. I can’t better two of my mates, though. One shagged a guy behind a mummy case in the British Museum. Another, who was a stage manager in the West End, picked a guy up in Soho one Sunday afternoon. With nowhere else to go, he took the guy back to the theatre. The play was Whose Life Is It Anyway? which featured a bed on the set. And that’s where they did it. In bed. On stage. In an empty theatre.

Those little red ribbons were often more effective back then than Grindr is now. And if that sounds flippant, don’t shoot the messenger because I know of loads of guys who regarded them as a variant of the hanky code.

A few thoughts: 1. Re the Jeff Stryker scene: I remember another of his films in which an artist was sketching various men, each of whom turned out to be a character in the subsequent sex scene. In this one, Jeff Stryker was sketched as a Native American of some vaguely Southwest tribe who rescues a guy who (apparently) had been tied down and left to die in the desert sun. After being taken back to Jeff's cave abode, the guy recovers and decides to wake Jeff up with a blow job, leading to the immortal line of dialogue: "Suck this red man's cock, white boy" (or something essentially like it). Unintentionally hysterical. 2. All the points about lighting and camera angles in amateur porn are well-taken. It's expensive (and hard work) to do amateur porn well, with the lighting needed and multiple cameras (or phones) recording from different angles, not to mention someone to move one camera around so it's not just one or two fixed points of view. 3. The question was asked why studios would put two performers together who hated each other. That's actually a good argument for porn performers as actors: if they're good enough at their work, you won't know they hate each other. Hollywood history is full of love scenes between people who despised each other (if not before the film, certainly after making it), but you'd seldom know it from the actual product. Amateur work typically doesn't have that luxury - unless someone's really good at faking it and the partner is oblivious, the result is usually mediocre. 4. Along those lines, you can often tell in group scenes when one or more performers either isn't into most of the group, or the group's not into him. Either he never focuses on the guy he's performing with at the time, or no one focuses on him. 5. Remember that when the big boom in porn came - in the 1980's and 1990's - VCR's had totally upended the porn industry. Previously produced for viewing on a big screen in a smutty theater (with limited distribution because most porn theaters preferred to show straight films), the ability to rent (another innovation) a porn film for $5 for a couple of days and watch in private at home vastly expanded the market for gay porn. That meant a lot of studios sprang up (or straight studios branched out) into gay porn. It's a business, and there were (and still are) even industry groups that track sales, rentals, and distribution of porn titles. So the studios could see what was selling well, and produced more of that, just like hit TV shows spawn similar content. A legal procedural is a hit, and suddenly every network has a legal procedural in the works. Ditto shows about: police precincts, hospital ERs, dysfunctional families headed by a mockable father, whatever. If a porn video with a 6'2" blond beefcake with shaved chest and pubes outsells everything else for three or four weeks, every studio out there was going to find another tall blond guy of the same type. Amateur porn can be subject to that, but a lot of it - including some of the most poorly executed examples - are actually more innovative. It's people having the kind of sex they want to have, and hoping to find a market for it, rather than reinventing yourself to slot into a market that already exists.

My $0.02....... My pros for studio porn: usually better equipment, lighting, locations, production value. My cons for studio porn: directors wanting to get artsy and use all of the transitions and tricks they've learned; story driven scenes; makeup; cookie-cutter (usually white) men. My pros for amateur porn: variety of men, real sex, real chemistry. My cons for amateur porn: bad lighting, bad camera work, bad angles, sound bleed (that dog across the street, the truck going by, the sound of the fan - all being picked up by the mic). I've filmed both amateur and studio porn. I have three pieces of advice for filming: 1. If you're not hard filming it, they're not gonna be hard watching it. 2. Know what shots you want and walk through the blocking (start here, move to doggy, ride him, then slide off and push out the load for the camera). This is important for them doing the movements and for you getting the shot. You have to check angles and lighting for each position and determine if the lighting is adequate. and 3. Remind them that everyone watching them wants to be them. They are the hungriest bottom or the nastiest top (or whatever). That should give them some swagger and make them a bit more confident. There is some good amateur porn out there. There's also a lot of BAD porn (studio and amateur) out there. Get out there and make some content, but think about the details. That's the difference between running a camera and filming a scene.

Have to say it was worth the wait for this excellent conclusion.

I never pull out. And if he insists, I pull out, get dressed, and walk out.

In the pew during mass

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

Do any of you guys like to fuck or get fucked while wearing the weights? I'd love to try wearing the weights while getting fucked from behind, feeling my balls swing around with each thrust by the top.

Your second paragraph really nails it, I think. That intimacy you describe goes way beyond the physical for me.

💯 agree, the intimacy of raw dick deep,in my ass or when I am topping, me deep in the bottom’s ass is just so special, especially when your looking into each others eyes as your breeding or being bred 🐷

part 2 2 nights later I was heading back to my hotel to pack and as if by autopilot I walked past the doorway I found him in. He wasnt there and I admit there was a tiny twinge of disappointment. anyway, 3/4 minutes later I was almost at my hotel when I heard a shout from a building across the street. "Hey mate" looking around I saw his cute furry face grinning at me as he grabbed his rucksack and sleeping bag and started to run across the street to where I was standing "hey man, hows it going? Any Spare change?" he asked with a sly grin. i grinned at the reference and implication that my asshole was now "spare change". "Fraid I've no change on me mate" *whispering* "but i have a €20" his grin was huge "great, lets go to your hotel so I can bang you proper" hmmm... the bloke was undeniably sexy but did I really want a homeless guy in my hotel room??? I like a certain standard of comfort and my hotel was one of the classier places in manchester. He saw my hesitation but interpreted it differently. his face turned a little mean and he kinda sneered at me "or maybe a skanky cumdump llike you prefers it up a dark alley among the rest of the trash??" FUCCKKKK my cock sprung up rock solid hearing him say that. I hung my head and nodded "yes sir, you'e right", "ok slut if thats what you want" he grabbed my arm and directed me back across the street. we walked for a few minutes, him chatting away excitedly like we were mates except people were walkign past and he was talking about the fucking i was about to get "damm your hole felt so nice the last time I bent you over. Not many sluts can handle my cock up their arse but you took it mate, damm every thick inch right up your shitter like a pro. i am gonna fuck you so hard this time but thats ok cos you like it like that dontcha mate?" i nodded, but he wasnt letting me off with a one-sided conversation."sorry man, couldnt hear you with all the traffic, you want my big unwashed cock back up your skanky asshole?????", "Yes Sir" my face was scarlet "how hard do you want me to give it to you mate?", "Hard Sir" "how Hard???", "very hard Sir" "I'v an old condom in my backpack, saving it for a special occasion but im not wasting it on the likes of you - youre gonna take my big bare cock AGAIN arent you?" this humiliating conversation was having a powerful impact on him and I could see his trackies bulging obscenely fortunately he then turned into a dark alley wewalked right to the far end where it was dark "i dont wanna hang around when im done with ya so Money now!" i handed him a €20 "drop yer drawers and bend over" i pulled down my jeans and boxers to my knees and bent over. iimmediately felt his nob against my arsehole. "Wait, I need lube!", "you want it wet you better suck it - otherwise its going up ya one way or another - I got my money" oh shit, what a dilema. either take his massive cock dry or suck his unwashed homeless cock. the choice was easy - I knew I wouldnt walk for a week if he tried to get that up me dry. i turned and knelt in the dirt and started sucking. it wasnt so bad. just some stale piss, he obviously had showered at the local hostel within the last 24hours - maybe just after he butt-fucked me the last time. I sucked and tried to generate as much spit as possible. all too soon he told me to bend over again i braced myself against the wall and pushed out my arse. he didnt waste time just lined his nob up against my hole and pushed it in. Again his dirty hand covered my mouth til I calmed down from his sudden entry then he fucked me no I mean he FUCKED me long deep agressive thrusts as he pounded me he wrapped his arms around me and whispered in my ear "wish you had let me mount you dry - always wanted to try that" his thrusts were getting faster "I'd have shot almost immediately if you had let me but now this might take a while" "what else is a dirty slut like you willing to do to feel this big cock breed you?" I didnt reply *a sharp deep thrust* "tell me slut" "What do you want Sir?", "can I piss on you?", "Yes Sir" "lick my balls?, "yes Sir" "lick my ass?", Yes sir, please anythign sir just cum in me, I cant take any more" the conversation pushed him over the edge and once again I heard those weird animal growling noises coming from him as his sperm whitewashed my guts once again I had to clean his cock from my ass before he grabbed his stuff and walked away. I called out to him "wanna go back to my hotel?" he turned and once again I saw his cute little furry face break into a mssive grin. "you got more cash in that wallet?", "sure" "then clean yourself up and lead the way slut"

As Brock was herded back up the stairs by the cashier, he noticed the cold of the wet patch covering most of his left thigh from where his own copious precum had saturated his jeans. At the top of the stairs, Brock expected to be taken back to the register, or maybe worst case he'd be kicked out, so he was surprised when he was escorted to a room in the back. It appeared to be an office of some kind. The beat up desk took up most of the room. A heavy black curtain covered the wall behind the desk. On the wall opposite the curtain was the only thing that looked like it was bought this decade: a massive flat screen TV that looked brand new. "Have a seat." The cashier commanded. Brock immediately dropped into one of the mismatched chairs. "Look, I'll leave. I didn't know I wasn't supposed to go down there. It's my first time...," he blabbered. He was nervous. Who could blame him. From somewhere nearby, Brock heard a creak like a door hinge and the shuffling of feet. "Fuck! Stay here." The man barked and quickly exited the room. As soon as he was out of the door, Brock shot up out of his chair and started pacing around the room. He assessed his situation quickly and decided to make a break for it and get out of there. As he passed the desk, he saw the remote to the TV and another DVD case. The paper insert read "090305 'Zeke' 22," this time in blue sharpie. Brock stopped in his tracks as though he'd run into a brick wall of curiosity. Mixed with libido. He was still mostly hard despite the terror of the ordeal. And Zeke and Dale were fucking hot. Any chance to see more of them, he would take. He listened very intently to see if the cashier was coming back. He heard only silence. Before he thought more about it, he snatched up the remote, turned the TV on and hit play. The timestamp in the corner was 09/03/2005. Yesterday. Brock understood the first numbers on the handwritten cases. The room on screen was the same as the film dowstairs but the futon was nowhere to be seen. Brock recognized both people on screen. On what looked like a medical exam table was Zeke, once again in his boxers. He still looked like a surfer twink just as before. But he looked a bit worse for the wear. His eyes were a bit sunken and he looked like he had lost a bit of muscle tone. The second was not Dale. It was the man who had just left the room. The store's cashier was finishing setting up equipment next to the table. He pulled on latex gloves Brock recognized Dale's voice when he spoke from behind the camera, "Welcome back, Zeke. How was the rest of your summer." "It was fine," Zeke responded neutrally, "went home for a bit. Moved into an apartment for my senior year since I just have my big professional development class. Don't need the distraction of the dorms." "And how are you feeling," Dale asked, emphasizing the last word. "I'm poz, if that's what you're asking," Zeke responded coolly. "Was a three day ordeal from hell, but I knew to expect it at least. Told my parents it must have been an out of season flu." "Are you ready for the next phase of initiation?" "...yeah," Zeke sounded weary, but also excited. Like he had been a roulette wheel of feelings about this moment for two months and had landed on acceptance "Excellent. Two questions before we begin First have you, to your knowledge, received the HIV virus from anyone other than me prior to or since your initiation? Zeke shook his head. "I need a verbal answer," Dale chided. "No." Zeke responded definitively. "Second, did you start antiretroviral therapy?" "Of course I did. I'm undetectable." Zeke replied. "Green." Dale said, though this was directed at the cashier, who turned back to the equiment. "You are about to be branded as a member of the Scorpion Society. It is an international brotherhood of poz men. You will find a nest of us in every major city in the world and many rural communities. Like this one." It sounded like Dale had given this speech many times. "Each nest is headed by a Jarl, that's me, who holds the original strain of that nest. Each Jarl may have up to two Thanes of his choosing. The Thanes are hand selected and convertedd personally by the Jarl to ensure their strain is as pure as possible. Jarls and Thanes are identified by their orange scorpion tattoos." Brock realized he was rubbing his dick through his jeans again. HIV had been a footnote in his "abstinence only" sex education curriculum. He had never even considered it as something he might encounter in his life. He had definitely never considered there were people who were so open and clinical about it. Who spread it intentionally. The thought of it was triggering some side of him he had absolutely no control over. "Thanes are not allowed to be on ART. If a Thane starts ART, he loses status and joins the citizenry and a new one will take his place. Citizens bear green scorpion tattoos." The cashier showed Zeke his forearm, which had a scorpion tattoo identical to Dale's, but in a dark green. "Tell Walt where you want your tattoo and he will get started." Zeke gestured to the right side of his torso. Walt set to work. Dale continued: "Citizens can partake in all membership benefits and have open access to all member facilities. Your only obligation as a citizen is to the Jarls and Thanes. You are to submit your hole to them at their command. Immediately and without question. In the event you go off ART and infect someone, they are not considered citizens of this society and they will be excluded from citizenship due to their tainted strain. Benefits of citizenship transfer to other nests, should you travel or move Do you understand these guidelines?" "I understand." Zeke said with finality. Brock was transfixed by what he was seeing and hearing. At some point, he had unbuttoned his jeans and taken them and his boxer briefs down to his thighs. His hand was wrapped around his uncut dick, idly stroking his length as his precum ran down the length of his shaft to his hand. He slicked his dick up and still more dribbled onto his underwear and the floor. He had always been an extremely heavy precummer. He heard a rustle behind him and an ice cold chill raced down his spine. He fumbled to turn the TV off and quickly turned to see someone stepping out from behind the heavy black curtain.

Love feeling guys pump their loads in my hole. The most recent time was in Berlin now in April. Started the night by taking 3 loads in my hotel room. Horny guys who needed to dump a load before going to work. After that went with a bud to the bars, was busy for Easter. We had a few drinks then into the darkroom where I was loaded 3 more times by total strangers. Didn’t see 2 of the guys they just took their turns to dump a load into an easy cummy hole 🐽 Then my bud and I went to the leather bar New Action. Lots of hot leather outfits. Quickly found our way into the darkroom. Got fucked there by 5 guys and got 3 loads. Very sloppy and cummy at this point. One guy ate out some loads before fucking me to add his own to the sloppy mess. A guy stood over me and was pimping me out for an hour. So hot! Was very tired at that point but ended the night in true Berlin fashion at the Bull. Straight to the bench and bend over for anyone to enjoy. Pushed out a little bit for a nice cum fart that some guys noticed and quickly decided they wanted to enjoy that. Had a big dicked fella fuck me for 10 min until he came hard. Then came a felcher who fucked me a bit, made me eat his cum glazed cock. Then turned me around again and I pushed more loads into his mouth, then we kissed and fed them between us 💦🐽 After that a couple more fucks and loads until the queue was over for my hole. Took a break and then went home, all fucked and pigged out 🐽💦

At the very least, this is why we need to organize and unite the QUEER community....ALL of us! If I might suggest a slogan, "QUEER people united will NEVER be defeated!" If we can't find a QUEER MLK, maybe a QUEER Malcolm X will be necessary. Accuse me of being a troublemaker, remember what John Lewis said about 'good trouble'. I'm a Geezer QUEER with mobility issues but I'll use my BIG MOUTH as loudly and often as necessary.

You have Nikki Haley saying Florida's "Don't Say Gay" law doesn't go far enough. If that doesn't call for an uprising, what does?

I hate only "close-ups", also known as headless porn. I love seeing men's faces as they fuck. I see a lot of porn that's just torsos and dicks or worse, just close-ups of the penetration. Yeah, I love seeing dick in hole but let's see some bodies and faces, too! Oh, and pulling out to cum. Seriously? What a boner killer.