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Part 1 Mike looked at himself in the mirror one last time before he left the bathroom. He was 6’2, 170 of muscle, blonde hair, and blue eyes. He looked like the stereotypical innocent jock next door. He was only in his jockstrap underwear, which barely contained his soft 5 in dick, which became 8.5-9 in long and Red Bull can thick when hard. Mike worked as a bartender with a promotion company that sent him all over the country working a few days to a few weeks at a time working various events, concerts, etc. His boss loved that he had a stud like Mike to put behind the bar to help with sales. Mike loved the tips he got, as he always made insane amounts. He also loved to travel as he was free most days to explore the city he was in at the time. The thing he loved most was that it allowed him his favorite hobby of all, pozzing neg men. While he seemed straight and narrow he was really a piggy poz fag that loved sharing his seed to those who asked for it and those who didn’t. He loved the women hitting on him and flirted with them to get the tips, but he always took a hot man home to drill and seed! This was the first trip he had taken in a few weeks and was ready to spread his toxic seed. He was already getting a little boned thinking of it as he got dressed. He was working a one week party event in Vegas. He knew there be tons of men to choose from to knock up tonight. He almost salivated at the idea. He left his hotel room, took the elevator to the main floor and walked to the party room he would be working that night to get things set up. Mike was ready to infect a hole, a willing one or an unknowing one, and tonight he would do just that! Part 2 coming soon.

PART 2 Jack grabbed a Dopp kit from the coffee table, then opened it to reveal four prepared points. “I made these just in case,” he said with a smirk. He pulled out a tourniquet and started wrapping it around my bicep. “You ready to become a slampig, buddy?” I paused. I didn’t even know I wanted this – not until right that moment. But my dick told me everything I needed to know: it was rock-hard and pulsing. “Yeah,” I finally said. “Yeah. I want this.” “You want what?” “I want you to slam me.” “Atta boy. I love slamming guys for the first time.” With that, he placed a pillow under my arm and ran an alcohol wipe across my most prominent vein. “Nice veins, buddy. It’s gonna be easy to push this T into your bloodstream.” He knelt between my legs, his hard cock pressed against my inner thigh. Then he tapped the syringe to release the air bubbles. “OK, bud,” he said. “Here’s how it’s gonna go. I’m gonna slide this needle into your vein. Then I’m gonna pull back the plunger. If we see blood flow into the rig, that’s good – it means we’re in the vein. I’m gonna slowly push the plunger down until this entire slam is in your bloodstream. Then I’ll release the tourniquet. You’ll want to cover the injection site with the alcohol pad and raise your arm in the air. And just so you know: you’re probably gonna cough, and you might have trouble breathing at first. But just ride the wave, OK? You’re gonna be fine. I’m right here with you.” “OK,” I said. “Let’s do it.” “Yeah? You want this slam, boy?” “Fuck yeah I do.” “Atta boy. I can’t wait to make you a fuckin’ slampig.” He slid the needle into my arm, then pulled the plunger back. The rig turned deep red. “See that, bud? We’re in your fuckin’ vein,” he said – then grinned like a demon. I could feel his dick getting slick against my thigh with a steady stream of precum. “You ready for this?” “Yes please.” “OK. Just tell me if it starts to hurt, OK?” I nodded. Then he steadily pushed the plunger down, sending a combination of meth, water, and blood directly into my bloodstream. I started to feel a catch in my throat as he removed the needle and released the tourniquet. He placed the alcohol pad on my arm and helped me lift my arm in the air. Then it hit me. I coughed violently – three or four times. “Fuck yeah, there’s the cough,” he said. “That means it’s a nice fat hit.” I leaned back and tried to catch my breath as we locked eyes again. “It’s OK, buddy. I’m right here. Just ride the wave.” He started running his hands over my chest, over my stomach, down to my cock. Then he rubbed my taint, causing my entire body to shudder. Jack let out a dark laugh. “Fuck yeah, slampig,” he growled, then leaned down to run his tongue between my balls and my hole. I can’t remember if I spread my own legs or if he spread them for me – but before I knew it, he’d buried his face in my butt. His tongue made its way to my slammed-up hole. He played with my nips, which seemed to be hard-wired directly to my dick and my ass. As he munched away at my butt, I felt dark waves of energy radiating out from my throbbing hole. “Jesus. Fucking. Chriiiiiist,” I moaned. “Thank you. Thank you for giving me that slam.” “Dude – my pleasure. Your hole is fuckin’ quivering. And it’s nice and musky, just the way a pig’s hole should be.” “You gonna slam too?” “Yup, I’ll do it now. I gotta catch up with you, slampig. But can you do me a favor?” “Fuck yeah. Anything.” “Play with your butt while I do my point. I wanna watch you finger your slammed-up hole.” He was already applying the tourniquet. As he slid the needle into his vein, I slid three fingers into my slammed-up hole. “Atta boy,” Jack growled. “Now taste your fingers.” Just like he said: nice and musky – a true pighole lubed up with sweat and spit. As I reached down for another taste, I heard Jack cough, and I saw him raise his arm in the air with a giant smile on his face. “Oh fuck, dude,” he said, his breath heaving as the rush washed over him. “I can’t wait to breed your slammed-up hole.” By that point, I had four fingers buried in my butt. Jack’s dick dripped as he watched me play with my hole. Then he pressed his raw cock against me – so I moved my hand out of the way. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for months,” he said. “I’ve wanted to slam you for months, too. And I cannot wait to flood you with my cum and slampiss.” I pulled my legs back, exposing my slammed-up fuckhole. And then Jack placed the head of his cock against my furry butt and went balls-deep in one long, steady thrust. His eyes rolled back as my entire body quivered. “Dude,” he said, “Your throbbing cunt is milking my dick, slampig. Such a good boy.” He lodged his cock deep while he played with my nips. My ass shuddered, and my hard dick dripped precum all over my furry abs. “I’m not gonna last long,” he moaned, his hips thrusting in and out of my hungry hole. “You want my seed?” “Oh fuck yeah,” I replied. “Fuckin’ breed me.” “You gonna be my boy tonight? You gonna be my slampig?” “Yes sir. I already am.” “Fuck yeah – you already are. Maybe you figured this out, but Connor and I were planning this all along. He left us alone so I could slam you one-on-one. He’s out for the night – probably taking loads at the bathhouse. So tonight’s just you and me, OK?” “Fuck yeah. I love it.” “We could even slam again if you want to.” My dick jumped. “Oh fuck.” “Does that excite you?” “Yes. It really does.” “Yeah, slampig? You hungry for more meth in your veins?” “Yes, sir.” “You ready for this load?” “Oh yes. Breed my slammed-up hole.” “You’re gonna get it, buddy. And you know what?” “What’s that?” “When we do our next hit, I’m gonna administer your slam while my dick’s inside you. ‘Cuz you’re my slampig now.” “Yes. I’m your boy.” “That’s right. I’ll take good care of you. Now fucking take my load, slampig.” And with that, Jack pumped his seed into my hole while I shot a thick load all over my furry stomach. “Fuck, boy,” he said. “Let’s go for slam #2.” I reached down to play with the cum dripping from my cunt. Then he wrapped the tourniquet around my arm and slid that needle into my vein – and I’ve been a filthy slampig ever since. THE END

Sometimes you need a guy like Jack to show you what you really want. Jack and Connor were two of my favorite fuck buddies. Connor was in his mid-20s – a fit bottom with a tight little six-pack and a hairy hole. His roommate Jack was about 10 years older, a few inches taller, more muscular, furry all over, and a total top with a 9” dick. Both of them had dark hair and dark eyes and wolfish grins, and they were twisted and verbal and piggy as fuck. When the three of us started hooking up, I thought of myself as a vers top. I’d been fucked a few times, but never really enjoyed it – and my fat 8.5” cock got plenty of attention from guys like Connor. So why not go with the flow? Anyway, Jack called me up one Friday night and asked if I wanted to play. I was horned as fuck after a long workweek and I lived pretty close by, so I was at their place within half an hour. Connor had shots of G waiting for us. Then we hit the pipe, tossed our clothes on the floor, and Connor blew clouds on our cocks while Jack and I traded a few shotguns. After we migrated to the bedroom, I got Connor on his back and ate his furry hole – and that’s when I noticed something a little unusual. Jack began running his hand up and down my back as I rimmed Connor. I found myself arching my back to get deeper in Connor’s hole, and Jack’s hand pressed down on the small of my back so I could arch a little more. “Yeah. That’s good. Get in that boy’s hole,” Jack growled. Connor’s ass twitched against my tongue. But here’s the strange thing: as much as I love eating butt, that’s not what I was thinking about. All I could think about was Jack’s hand pressing down on the small of my back. I tried to refocus by changing positions. I got up on my knees, pressing my cock against Connor’s hole, then lubed it up with a gob of spit and shoved in. But Jack’s hand was still on the small of my back. As I thrust in and out of Connor, I could feel Jack’s fingers slip below the waistline of my jockstrap to rest on the upper edge of my asscrack. When I looked over at him, he was staring me down. I stared back. Jack slowly nodded his head and flashed his devilish grin. I felt like I was in a trance. And I found myself thinking: I would do just about anything to make Jack feel good. Then Connor’s phone rang, and I snapped out of it. I stopped thrusting for a moment so he could answer. Then I glanced back at Jack, who was still staring me down. His hand had shifted a little, so now he was fully cupping my ass. “Shit,” said Connor. “I’ve gotta take care of a customer.” (Did I mention that Connor is my dealer?) He hopped off my dick, then stood up to walk to the bathroom. “It won’t be long. Are you cool with just hanging for a bit until I get back?” “Yeah,” I said, once again locking eyes with Jack. I felt a little wave of euphoria run up my spine. “We’ll be fine. Right, Jack?” “Oh, yeah,” he said with a smirk. “We’ll be just fine.” Connor emerged from the bathroom, threw on some clothes, and grabbed his backpack. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he said. Then he flashed us a little grin before walking out the door. Once he was gone, I turned back to Jack. We locked eyes, and then he smirked again. Without a word, he moved closer to me until our cocks were pressed up against each other. I played with his nips, making his eyes flutter and his cock twitch. “Let’s get high,” he said with a growl. “Fuck yeah,” I replied. My hands kept tweaking his nips. His eyes closed, his head fell back, and he began gently thrusting his cock into mine. Then his eyes opened again. “Hey bud,” he said. “I have a question.” “Yeah?” “Have you ever…” For a moment, he wasn’t sure what to say. Then he lifted up his right arm and made a gesture like he was injecting something into it. “You mean…” “You know what I mean.” He held my gaze while he ran his tongue along the vein in his forearm. “You mean…have I ever slammed?” “Yeah,” he said. I felt his dick squirt a little precum onto my cock. “Well, have you?” “I haven’t. Is that…OK?” He moved a little closer, pressing his cock against my stomach. Our mouths were nearly touching. “It’s totally OK, buddy. But now I have another question.” “Yeah?” “Would you like to try it?” We looked at each other for a long moment. I felt myself falling into a kind of trance again. And without saying a word, I slowly nodded. He nodded back. And as he nodded, that demonic grin flashed across his face. “Fuck yeah,” he said. “I can’t wait to fuckin’ slam you.” TO BE CONTINUED...

About 5 weeks after his get together with Cole and Billy, Mike felt fine, no fuck flu or anything. He thought he’d feel something at this point. He went and got a quick test, and he was still negative. So he thought he’d give Billy a call, see whats up with him. “Hey Billy, its Mike. How’s it going? Anything happening?” “Hey Mike. I’ve been feeling crappy like a week.” “Really?” Mike said excitedly. “Kinda like the flu, night sweats?” “Yeah, basically. Don’t sound so excited. Ugh.” “Why not? I think you’ve converted to poz! Want me to take you for testing?” “Really, you think so? You’ve not been feeling bad? Yeah, could you take me for a test?” “yeah, I’ll come get you. I’ve not felt anything, and still testing negative, darn it.” Mike got to Billy’s and hugged Billy. “Let’s get you tested. If you’re Poz, I can be your first convert!” “I don’t if I can do that to someone, besides I’m basically a bottom.” “Oh, I’ll help you to share. Just wait until you feel that cock of yours inside an ass. So hot, and throbbing around you.” They got to the clinic. After the test a doctor came in to see them. Mike knew immediately that Billy was Poz, because a doctor didn’t come into give him his negative results. It wa ls what Mike thought, Billy had seroconverted and was Poz. Billy was a little scared, but left with Mike. Mike took Billy up to his room. There Mike stripped naked, and was hard and leaking already. “I’m going to strip you Billy. I want the poz cock in me, and cumming in me.” Mike stripped Billy, and took his cock in his mouth, feeling it get hard. He laid back back pulling Billy with him. Mike wrapped his legs around Billy and stuffed a pillow under his lower back to raise his ass to Billy’s level. He reached down and grabbed Billy’s cock and guided it to his. “Come on Billy, I need your cock in me, I want you our poz cum. Don’t be scared. Feel your dick kissing my hole. There you go, its going in. Oh fuck, your cock feels good going in. Come on Billy slow de it in more” All this talking and guidance settled Billy. Feeling the furnace of Mike’s ass surrounding his dick made him that much more horny. Billy couldn’t stop himself, nature took over and he started thrusting inand out of Mike. The two boys were starting to pant and moan their lust. Billy knew he was going to cum soon. “Oh, oh, Mike, I’m getting so close. I really should pull out, so you don’t get my poz load.” “No! Shoot it in me, shove all the way in, and just relax and let go in me. I want your load, need your load,” Billy had started to pull out, but Mike wrapped his legs around back and reached out with his arms and pulled Billy into him. Everytime Billy started to pull back, Mike pulled him in. Mike started to move his ass as well and squeezing Billy’s dick with his internal ass muscles. Billy couldn’t take, and his manly instincts hit and he shoved himself in as deep as he could go, and shot his 7 day load into Mike. “That’s it, cum in me. I can feel you cumming, its so hot. Fucking give that poz load to me.” Mike and Billy traded fucks for a couple of hours. Billy injected three loads into Mike that day.

It was just after 11 when Mike found his the trophy for the night. He was 5’8 or so. Had a small build. He purposely IDed him to see his age and name. Rory age 22. He flirted with Mike from the minute he got to the bar. As he walked away, his tight short-shorts showed his juicy ass! Mike’s dick swelled with anticipation. Rory would make appearances all night. Making some small talk. Lean closer each time. Mike loved the smell he gave off. Around 1:15 am as the night was winding down he saw Rory’s friends leave the bar. The crowd was sparse. He ask the other bartender to cover for him for a bit. Josh gave him a grin and said sure, hit that boy pussy. They covered for each other often when one wanted a quick fuck on a job. Mike approached Rory and started to talk to him then convinced the hot boy to follow him to a back storage area and o be able to “talk” easier away from the music. As they entered the room, Rory was on Mike, kissing and rubbing him all over. Mike loved how easy it was to get these boys to be in heat for him. The kissing lead to Mike telling Rory to get on his knees. He pulled out his massive dick which made Rory’s eyes go wide. “I have never seen a dick that big” ”Good, then your hole will be tight when it fucks you! But first open your mouth baby boy!” Before Rory could say anything else Mike stuck his dick down his throat. Face fucking him and making him choke on his big fat poz dick. “Its time I fuck that ass boy” he said as he pulled this dick from his mouth and pulled the smaller man up and bent him over the table. “Give me that big dick daddy! Do you have a condom? I ran out of prpe a month ago and haven’t been able to get a refill” Mike almost came just from hearing the boys hole was fertile and unprotected. “We are good raw. I am on prep. You can relax and really enjoy this dick baby boy” “Ok, but will you pull out before you cum?” ”if you want baby” he told another lie. His toxic cum was going in this neg boy hole! He used spit and his fingers to get him open. Then covering his boys mouth slammed his big dick balls deep. Plenty of tearing happening to let the precum infect his hole. The boy whined and tried to get away but Mike used his superior body to hold him in place while the hole stretched. “This is the quickest and easiest way to get you open for me boy. You want me to continue?” ”Yes, but go slow daddy, please.” Moke smiled as he knew this boy was his next poz son. Even though he didn’t know it yet. He was slow at first. But hit different angel and even used his fingers when he pulled out to search the boys hole. He saw blood on his fingers and dick, which made him shove his dick balls deep and put load one of his highly toxic cum in the boy. Hr continue to fuck the boy and came a second time even deeper. And still continued fucking. One of his gifts was yo stay hard after cumming. Finally he pulled out and shoot his third load in the blue butt checks. “There my load boy” ”Fuck that was hot! You fuck my load out of me without me touching myself! You have a great dick. Wish I wasn’t going hole tomorrow!” “Yea, but it’s a fuck to remember for you baby. Now I got to go back to the bar. Thanks for the fuck!” He went back to the bar and Josh asked him in a hushed tone “How was that ass?” ”Tight and warm! Prefect for my load” “Nice, I am taking that chick over there to my room. Going to impregnate her married pussy. Let her husband raise my kid!” Mike smiled, his buddy loved leaving behind legacies as much as him. “Go ahead and take off and knock her up.” Josh thanked Mike and left him to clean up. When he got back to his room Mike jerked in bed to the video of he secretly recorded in the storage room of his pozzing of Rory. It only took 30 mins to change that boys life, One neg hole down, 5 more nights to get more! Part 3 coming soon.

Part 12 Sitting on the hotel bed with my back against the headboard I had a perfect view of what was going on right in front of me. My legs were spread wide and Chad's head and face were pressed into my crotch, his mouth and tongue working on my cock and balls off and on, but most of the time he had his face pushed into the mattress and his mouth was filling the room with moans instead of being filled with my dick. The reason? Yeah, you probably guessed it. Greg was kneeling behind my little brother's upturned ass moving his fist in and out of Chad's stretched-wide tight jock ass. When Chad had asked Greg if he had ever fisted an ass Greg's eyes had opened wide and he said he never had but had wanted to for a long time. His hands were a pretty good size and the two or three guys who had at times expressed a willingness to give it a try with him soon had to tell him they couldn't take a fist his size so he'd never experienced it. Until tonight and until he met my insatiable little brother, who was even more slutty than usual tonight with the tina coursing through his veins and body. So with a lot more smoke, a lot of lube and excited instructions and encouragement from Chad, Greg had his left fist buried in Chad's cum-filled ass just above the wrist. Chad had insisted for Greg to use his left hand with his wedding ring on it and the dirtiness of it turned Greg on as much as it did me and Chad. Greg's face was covered with a look of dark erotic concentration and enjoyment as he worked his fist in and out in a slow steady rhythm, pushing in a little deeper bit by bit as Chad worked to relax his ass and accommodate more of the hunk's hand inside his chemmed up hole. “Oh god dude!” Greg growled out, looking up and locking eyes with me. “I can feel your cum and mine covering my entire fucking hand! So fucking fantastic! And there's so much cum,” he said with a lust-hungry look on his face. Blowing out a thick cloud I returned his gaze and answered him saying, “Yeah that's how it goes when you fuck an ass bareback and cum in it.” He grinned and moaned at the same time hearing my words. “I fucking love barebacking man! Topping and bottoming! Filling a hot ass like this full of cum,” he said. Hearing this Chad raised his face from the mattress and with a look of raw pleasure on his sweaty face looked back at Greg and said, “Filling it full of your MARRIED CHEATING cum man! Makes it even better doesn't it?” he asked. “Hell fucking yes it does!” Greg agreed. With Chad's face up out of the mattress at least for the moment I quickly placed the pipe stem between his lips and lit the fire under the bowl. “C'mon little brother. Take a couple big ass hits and get even piggier for us,” I told him and he wasted no time doing exactly that. As he blew out his second cloud he arched his back, pushed his hands harder into the mattress and jerked his hips backward, taking about another half-inch of Greg's fist inside his guts, causing him and Greg both to groan loudly at the same time. “Oh my god yes!” Chad cried out. “Damn dude your hand is so damn big! Biggest one I've ever had. I love it!” Greg used his right hand to slap Chad's muscled ass and answered. “Yeah? You love having your ass stretched wider than ever before doncha? What a hot sleazy pig!” “Yes! I love it! And yeah, I'm a pig. Love having my ass full,” Chad moaned as he lowered his face, this time engulfing my raging boner down his throat. I let out my own moan as I felt the familiar tightness of my little brother's throat on my dick. I knew I was leaking a steady stream of precum down his throat as he worked his throat muscles to squeeze my shaft. Greg looked at me but spoke to Chad as he said, “Love having it full, I can tell. You ever had it filled with two cocks at the same time?” I felt my dick throb deep in Chad's throat hearing Greg say this. I don't know why, but Chad and I had never had any of the guys we'd had 3-ways with dp him with me, even though we both found it incredibly hot to watch in a video. So when Chad pulled his mouth off of my cock to answer Greg I was surprised what I heard him say. “Yeah man I have. Once.” He glanced at me before continuing. “It was when I was out of town not too long ago and met up with these two hot guys. It took some effort but they managed to get both their dicks inside me together. It felt so fucking good! But they weren't very big.” He paused and stared into my startled black eyes. “I bet two big cocks like yours and Lance's would drive me fucking crazy!” Then he grinned at me before going back down on my dick. Greg looked at me and asked the obvious question: “What do you say man? You wanna dp your little brother with me? With our raw married cocks?” His lips curled up lustfully as he said this and Chad groaned hungrily around my cock in his mouth. (to be continued)

I was just about to give up on any possibility of hooking up when a guy sent me an instant message saying he liked my profile. He said he was really into my “type.” I like to get to the point so I asked him what he was into. He said, “You.” His name was Marcos and he didn’t have a picture, but he assured me I wouldn’t be disappointed. Damn, I thought, I hate these sorts of setups. I don’t know what this guy looks like, or what he’s into. Plus it was really getting late. But on the other hand, I have heard some horror stories of guys who did have pictures and looked nothing like them. He described himself as 6’2” dark hair, brown eyes and South American. I tried to push for more information but got very little. He asked me if I wanted to come to his house. I asked if I came over, what we would do. He said have a beer, talk, whatever. Damn, I was not getting any information from this guy. But curiosity got the best of me and I got his address and drove over. It was about 1:00 a.m. when I knocked on the door. He opened the door slightly and out popped a really hot looking face; beautiful olive skin and sexy masculine stubble. He had black hair that was curly and long, just over his ears. He didn’t smile or give me any clue as to what he thought of me, but opened the door and gestured me inside. He was wearing a plain t-shirt and boxers. He invited me into his small living room and we sat on a sofa. Marcos started making small talk while rubbing my knee and putting his arm around me and suddenly he started making out with me; all in like 10 seconds. I started feeling him up all over him and soon realized that his body was really muscular and tight. Marcos had his tongue down the back of my throat in a matter of seconds and I could tell from his breathing that he was hungry. My cock was rock hard in response to all of his attention. He started pulling my shirt off over my head and immediately licked down my neck and to my left tit. He was very aggressive and kept his hands busy; one working my crotch and the other tweaking my other tit. I was doing the same thing to him; feeling his rock hard body and trying to pull his shirt up over his head. I was kicking off my shoes at the same time. I couldn’t get naked fast enough. Somehow my hand made it to his crotch. His basket was full and his mound was tight. I kept rubbing and could feel him thrust towards my cupped hand. He licked his way over to my other tit and started swirling all around then started nibbling. I let out a moan and he ever-so-lightly growled. Marcos had my pants down and around my ankles within seconds and flipped my body over onto my stomach equally as fast. His left hand pushed my head down onto the couch while is right hand wrapped around my waist and pulled my ass up into the air. I stayed very still while he took his hands and spread my ass cheeks apart. I could tell he was checking me out because he wasn’t doing anything except spreading my cheeks and staring at my hole. I could feel his breath on my pucker as his tongue licked around the parameter. I wanted this guy inside me in every possible way. Marcos dove in and started fucking his tongue into my hole. He let go of my cheeks and reached through my legs and grabbed a tit in each hand and started moaning into my butt and twisting my nips in unison. I reached through my legs too and started rubbing his crotch and trying to get a feel for how he was hung. I could feel he was hard because his entire mound was hot and taunt. I reached up to his waistband and started pulling his boxers down. The first thing I felt was his tight wiry bush of his pubes. He let go of my tits as I fumbled around with his boxers. Never taking his mouth off my hole he managed to get out of his shorts in a matter of seconds. This stud was an expert in getting me and him out of our cloths. I reached through my legs and felt his cock. It was hot, leaking, uncut and big. Seriously fat. Not so much long, probably eight inches, but fat. I knew I had to choke this fat Latin cock down my throat tonight. I continued to feel him up and moved back to his balls. Nice big nuts; naturally smooth. I made a cock ring with my index finger and thumb and wrapped them around his cock and both balls and started to stretch them downward. Again, Marcos moaned into my hole. I was so into this guy that pre-cum started flowing out of me. He was throwing such a solid boner and I needed it in my mouth. Marcos had other ideas. He spread my cheeks again, but this time he started playing with the lips around my pucker. He actually grabbed the left side of my ass ring between his thumb and first finger and did the same with his other hand. He basically had the rim of my hole between his fingers. Then he spread it open and stuffed his tongue into me even further than before. I was getting very verbal and moaning and pushing my butt back onto his face. He stretched my hole further with his fingers and shoved more tongue into me. My cunt was on fire. I reached between my legs and started fingering my puss while his tongue was inside me and we worked together to get as much of ourselves inside my ass. Spit was dripping everywhere. Marcos was a pig. I began to feel the early rumblings of an orgasm deep inside me but I was not ready to let loose a load yet, so I pulled away causing Marcos to disengage his tongue from my ass. I needed to catch my breath and calm down. I turned around and sat up Indian-style staring at Marcos. He was so fucking fine especially now I could see him completely naked. His cock was awesome; a perfect cock. I spread my legs so I could to give him a little show while I caught my breath. I started fingering myself. Marcos was staring at my finger working its way into my hole. Then he started jacking his cock. He got closer and then a little closer until I could see his dick juice appear at his piss slit and then dribble down his shaft. It was creating this sticky goo that made me salivate. Marcos stared right into my eyes while he jacked. He had the nastiest look on his face while he did that. He reached down and inserted one of his fingers alongside mine in my ass and started helping me fuck myself. He did this while inching his way closer to me. Pretty soon, that fat Latin cock was close enough for me to swipe my tongue across. I could tell Marcos was playing with me, teasing me, taunting me. He knew I was starving for his fat dick and was holding back making sure I didn’t get too much too soon. My ass was juicing, big time. I stared at his gooey cock head and tried to reach it with my tongue. Looking right into my eyes, Marcos asked, “You need some of this big South American dick, Josh? You wanna blow me, man?” I swallowed, completely focused on his cock head leaking pre-cum and simply said, “Fuck yeah, dude. I want to taste your fucking juice man. Let me have it. Come on, dude I’m starving here, Let me blow you.” I felt Marcos insert another finger in my ass. That’s now two of his and one of mine. Marcos took his cock and smeared it over my lips. I could feel the warm goo cool when it touched my face and lips. My tongue was sticking out as far as it could possibly go. I finally made contact and licked the head and up and down. He lifted his cock up and placed his smooth balls right at my mouth. I licked and slathered them with my tongue and then sucked each one onto my mouth. I was stuffed with his hot nads in my mouth. I licked and swirled my tongue and he started pumping his balls in and out of my mouth. As soon as he’d pull them almost all the way out, I would suck them all the way back in. I love tea-bagging. I’m good at it and he appreciated it. His dick juice dripping onto my face told me so. Marcos pulled his balls free from my mouth and shoved his dick in my mouth and held the back of my head still. I was impaled onto his cock. Because of the angle, I was only taking about three-quarters of his cock down my throat. Then Marcos started fucking my mouth. We both wanted to get more of his cock into my throat, but his dick was really fat and the angle was wrong. He pulled his cock out of my mouth dragging a strand of spittle along with it. He swung me around on the couch and had my head hanging upside-down off the seat of the couch and my legs resting on the back. He rubbed his slimy dick all over my face before inserting it back into my mouth. He pushed his fat cock passed my lips and towards the entrance into my throat, but got stuck at the back of my throat. Damn, I was afraid his cock was too fat for me. I tried to relax as Marcos continued to make little fuck motions trying to get past the entrance to my throat. I took a deep breath, grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him against the resistance at the bottle neck at the entrance of my throat. It was tight and I didn’t think it would work, but I was willing to risk a sore throat to get that fat Latin cock into my throat. And then it happened, his cock popped through the opening at the back of my throat. Marcos let out a loud “Oh fuck yea!” and continued pushing into my throat. When he stopped, his pubic bush was at my nose. I loved the way his pubes smelled. That got me even more excited and I tried to push my face further onto his cock, but I was already at the root. I just stayed there and tried to breathe through my nose. I would also use my throat muscles to “swallow” which sent ripples down Marco’s dick. That’s when he started fucking my mouth; long deep strokes. I tried to take short little breaths in between each withdrawal because I didn’t want to disrupt our rhythm by gasping for air. I needed cock more than air. While pumping my throat, he spread my legs and started fingering my ass again. He started with one finger, then added another and then another; all the way to the second knuckle. He would reach in and feel all the way around my hole, find my prostrate and rub it like a genie rubbing a lamp. I was so warm and wet and hot for it. Marcos was moaning, fingering my ass, fucking my throat and stretching me open all at the same time. He took both of his the first fingers and spread me open, got in close enough for me to feel his breath and then spit into my hole, smearing it all around. He did that three or four times. He pulled his slimy, spit-covered cock out of my mouth and spun me around again; this time doggie style on the couch facing the side of the couch with my ass up in the air. He hopped up onto the couch behind me and I was anticipating his next move. I felt his cock head touched the rim of my ass. It was warm and really slippery. He rubbed it all around. His head felt huge. He slipped about half of his head into my ass and pulled it back out again. He was teasing me. He new I wanted it and he knew I wanted it bad. I moaned and flexed my ass cheeks and pulsed my rosebud sending every signal I could muster for him to fuck me. But he didn’t give into me. He continued to tease. A pitiful desperate yearning sound escaped my throat before I could control it. Marcos grabbed two handfuls of my hair and pulled my head back. Staring straight into my eyes with lust I heard, “White boy, you want some raw Latin cock in that smooth pink little pussy of yours? Huh? You need some dick, baby?” I just moaned back and said yes, to give it to me. He said, “You want some of this?” and he stuck the head back in, but pulled it equally as fast back out again. I was delirious at this point and screamed, “Fuck me, man. Punch that fat Latin cock into me, I need to get fucked!” Then very quietly I begged him, “Please Marco. Please fuck me. I need this so bad, Fuck my cunt.” With that, Marcos nudged the head of his cock back to the entrance of my hole and he pushed forward in one great lunge and I pushed back with a huge force and within a split second I had that fat, big bronze cock buried balls deep in my ass. I let out the a long animalistic exhale. I was dumbfounded. This is what I wanted. This is what I needed. My spine started to tingle and I could feel his heart beat through his cock. The lips of the ring of my ass were stretched to their maximum. Had Marcos been a millimeter fatter, I’d be bleeding at this very minute. “There you go, baby. I got cha. I got cha all stuffed full of cock just like you needed. Pussy is SO fucking tight. Goddamn.” At that point, Marcos flexed his dick and I felt it swell and contract. He kept talking nasty to me. “Come on blondie, you want some of this? Work for it.” I pulled forward and his dick slid out along the walls of my hole. God it was amazing. I could actually tell when his cock head was starting to pop out. “Now, push your pussy back onto my cock all the way. Yeah, that’s it. Damn, you got one hot fucking ass.” “Enjoy this while you can cause in a few minutes, I’m going to turn you over and powerfuck that ass like you need it, do you hear me?” I kept sliding slowly back and forth onto and off of his slick fat dick. Like I said I could no longer feel my spine. Marcos reached around and grabbed each of my tits and started pinching them, getting me hotter even still. I didn’t go near my cock because I was going to shoot at any time. I could tell Marcos was ready to throw a nasty powerful fuck into me. That’s when he pulled completely out. Marcos pulled out with a loud whoosh sound and the cool air hit my ass ring. He turned me over, produced a bottle of poppers from thin air, and told me to take a hit. I took a long hit in each nostril then he lifted my legs and put each leg into my hands and told me to pull back. I pulled my legs back to the side of my head. He crouched down and shoved his tongue in my warm fucked hole and slobbered around for a few minutes. Moaning and snorting and eating and fingering was all I could hear and feel. He was in a fucking asshole stupor. He pulled his head up and looked at me with saliva all over his face. He positioned his cock at my hole again and pushed all the way in. I looked up, still holding my legs to the side of my head and Marcos came in to kiss me. I looked closer and saw ass juice, pre-cum, and saliva covering his chin and nose; it was even dripping off his lower lip. Our faces crashed together in a beastly kiss. It was less a kiss and more of an attack. And then he started to fuck. He was pulling that fat Latin cock completely out of my ass and punching it back in to the root. Again and again and again moaning into my throat. Seriously after about 10 minutes of his incessant pounding, I may have passed out. I am sure I at least stopped breathing for a few seconds. When I regained awareness, I was cumming all over myself without touching my cock. Marcos looked down as I sprayed us both with my load. More poppers. He saw my eyes were rolled to the back of my head and went into overdrive and pounded and pounded and pounded me into oblivion. He pulled all the way out and forced his cock all the way back in. He did this about twenty times in a row and then he buried his cock balls-deep and froze. He had this amazing intense look on his face and then I felt him blow his load deep into me; two short spurts followed by several long ones. After the initial few shots, he let out a loud guttural sound that only comes from an animal. He was loading me up and I wanted every bit of it. When he finished he buried his cock to the balls and relaxed on top of me. He stayed like that until his cock plopped out with a nasty sounding spat. I must have one hell of a load up inside me. I slowly got up, got cleaned up and got dressed while coming out of my dazed-fucked state. I looked at Marcos on his couch, covered in my cum. We never even made it to his bedroom. I looked back at that sofa and knew I’d never forget how good he looked on it while he pounded the living daylights out of me. I definitely want to see more of that sofa again. I did finally make it into Marco’s bedroom, several times in fact. He was one great fuck.

Stds: get them, get treated, get over them

I hate being poz. I hate having to take that fucking pill every day for the rest of my life. I hate that the pill I have to take every day to save my life is $100 each! I hate I have to worry about health insurance without which I would have to pay nearly $36,000 per year for a fucking pill. I hate having to go to the doctor multiple times per year to watch my blood levels to see if any of my organs are starting to fail from the drug or the disease. I hate watching my body age faster than expected and the doctors not knowing if its the virus or the meds. I hate I had to watch my best friend die because ALL meds finally stopped working and he had to die alone from Hodgkins lymphoma in the hospital because during COVID no one could visit. I hate watching my husband battle a god-damned rare disease which affects men with "well-controlled" HIV disproportionately and wonder if his next flare up will kill him. I hate the sympathy/pity from others when discussing my health. I hate the discrimination from men who won't have sex with poz guys even though I am undetectable and can't transmit it to them. I hate not understanding why someone wants this.

Overall, I think you are right. But there are two times I took 22 loads, coincidentally, the same number each time The first time was my conversion party. I was together with three buddies, and we started on Friday afternoon and went until Sunday night. We all fucked around and did everything to each other. But it was my conversion party, so it was my rules. The three of them could only come up my ass. I’m sure that by Sunday evening, most of their orgasms, or poultry, pretty dry. But nevertheless, those dicks were up my ass as they reached orgasm. The other time was a weekend in Los Angeles. There used to be a sleazy, gay motel, called the Coral Sands. It pretty much was a bathhouse on overload. I usually flew down and spend a long weekend there, sometimes solo, and sometimes with one of my friends. this particular weekend, my buddy, and I agreed to pimp each other out. One night I was the bottom, and the next night he was the bottom. He looked out for me, was there, too, protect me, and be sure nothing untoward happened. But he corral the guys, brought them in, and did anything he could to encourage them to dump a load up my ass. At times there were three or four guys in the room at the same time. I’m not sure how many guys fuck me that night, but we both reached a consensus that I probably had 22 loads up my ass. Many more fucked me, but never came. The next night with his chance.

My fantasy is to be tied down in a sling by versmetropig, slammed in an amount chosen by him and then serve him and all his friends all they want

If you were here in NYC, I'd volunTeer myself and some of my pnpals... don'T worry, as hoT as you seem to be someone will be more than willing to help!

Since "the wave" (of Lust, I reckon) has crashed, and it thrilled you (other than your unexpressed desire to "be taken"), of course you'll seek out more Cocks in the coming weeks/months. Maybe even sooner. I'm not sure how the initial hook-up was arranged, but if it was via some website prior to the meet-up, maybe you could drop a hint or three as to what you really feel you need/want out of the hookup. It can't hurt to run it up the flagpole, and see if his Cock salutes. Not a demand, merely a broad hint. It's to the Cock's benefit to have this information so he can work it into the hookup. If he doesn't know, well ......... it's not his fault you didn't get everything you needed. As you're recently aware, wanton raw sex is a behavior that can indeed become "addictive", so some kind of construct to deceive your wife might be in order. Something like a regular meeting of some club, or other contrivance to allow you to follow your instinctive needs without constant angst about it. I'm not condoning deceit, but it's none of my business either. Point: you're almost certain to repeat the behavior, you don't want to interfere with the other aspects of your life, so some kind of "planning" might kick that can down the road a bit. Just be prepared when your wife does figure it out - she most likely will at some point. Good luck.

Dark rooms are cool but I really wanna know who's going to fuck me, so I like taking a guy back to a darkroom to fuck me rather than just taking anon loads in there. Last time I did that the guy I took back drilled me and wound up getting fucked by another random guy while he was fucking me...wound up taking that guy's raw load. He flipped and let me fuck him and I loved that his ass was already loaded and wound up with another guy sliding in me raw and fucking me to completion. It was a mix of being creeped out but also turned on. I left the blackout room after I came inside the guy I took back there, but he stayed in and I'm guessing took more loads.

Wow. I would have killed to have a big dick, so when I hear big dick guys complaining about nobody wants to fuck them.....well you know... Let them eat cake. u big big guys have no idea, no idea, how lucky you are. trust me

God, ain’t that the truth. I love to fuck. I love to top. But I am totally versatile and there are times where I want to throw up my legs and get pounded. And there have been many times when I was going to hook up And I was going to be on the bottom. But when those supposed “total tops“ saw my dick, they suddenly wanted to be on the bottom and I needed the top.

This scene plays out beautifully. One of the best stories I’ve read in a long time.

No one questions that men have the right to make this choice with their bodies. We only question whether they’re in their right minds when they make it. ‘My body, my choice’ sounds like a statement of responsibility. But how many of these guys who actually do this are following through with the responsibility that comes with their choice? What about the responsibility for the cost of their medication if they start it (it’s expensive, and somebody, somewhere, has to cover it)? What about the cost of their inevitable hospitalization if they don’t? What about the burden their failing health may place on their families and friends? What about the lives they may forever change by ‘passing on the gift’ to someone unsuspecting, who will not be given a choice? Because the boards are sickeningly full of statements by men who say they stealth breed men with ‘toxic cum’. There are all too many gifter/chaser guys who get off on that - ‘my body, my choice’, but not ‘his body, his choice’. Here’s the choice I’ve made - I choose to believe that the man who pozzed me did not know he was infected. I choose to believe he was not a HVL gifter who stepped up to my cunt and smugly, intentionally, pumped me full of the corruption that wrecked my life. Because if I believed that, it would blacken my view of humanity and leave me an angry, bitter, hostile man.

It’s not clutching our fucking pearls to wonder why men whom we might potentially fuck want to become incubators for a disease that makes fucking a deadly hazard. Wanting a disease is crazy, by any sane standard. It’s not strange that any normal, rational person would look at gifter/chaser culture and think, ‘those guys are insane’. There is not a single justification for wanting to contract HIV that stands up to rational scrutiny. Every excuse is based on some fevered fetish or fantasy that ignores, glosses over, minimizes or denies some basic truth about the consequences of becoming infected with the Enemy Virus. Calling it ‘being sexually extreme’ is just another delusion. I’ve done sexually extreme, in diverse ways that most guys would justifiably think anyone would be out of his mind to allow, and sexually extreme doesn’t look like this. This is just nuts. Their ‘brotherhood’ is a brotherhood of the misguided, and I can say that as one with more goddamn credentials to join than anybody would ever need.

You’ve done a particularly amazing job with this chapter of the two brothers’ adventure, Carenath. It’s hard enough to write good porn that doesn’t wind up getting… well, kind of redundant (which is fine, everyone! just fine!). I’ve started this story before but never made it this far inland; the instructional nature of the first long chapter was certainly interesting, but for me it needed to move along at a faster clip. And one of the hosts I felt like needed to be outfitted with a gag. But this chapter! This chapter! The pace worked like a slow burn. I was shocked by how romantic and, well, loving the brothers’ relationship proved to be. Good Lord, I almost swooned! You wanna know what gets me hard? That does the trick! This tone of your story drew me in and turned me on! Who knew? I’ve read so many stories that favor mean behavior, brusque ramming, dirty talk, here-smoke-some-shit, and then—quick!—change the configuration for a subsequent chapter. There are always notable exceptions, but I started to think that all I’d ever get here would be (willing) assaults and nasty pigs. Okay, sure, I like those stories, too—just not, like, all the time. So once again, Carenath, you’ve done a knockout job on this story and particularly this chapter of the story. Thank you!

I DONT KNOW FOR A FACT THAT ANY FAMILY KNOWS THAT I AM A CERTIFIED COCKSUCKER BUT I HAVE MY THOUGHTS SOMETIMES HOW HOT IT WOULD BE TO BE WATCHED BY A FAMILY MEMBER WHILE I AM SWALLOWING A HOT FUCKING COCK. I GUESS I WILL JUST KEEP WISHING AND MAYBE SOMEDAY IT WILL HAPPEN. FUCK YES.

I'd been checking out BBRT, craigslist and haunting the dogs saunas of Sydney for quite a while. I loved the edginess of raw sex but always freaked out after getting drunk and making a small mistake. Nothing major just letting a random guy pop his knob in and out my hole a few times before slipping on a condom. It always still freaked me out. One night while visiting Sydney I got pretty drunk and hopped on BBRT, started chatting with the hot older guy ( I was 24, generally played safe, in shape from the gym, tall but slim and 7.5 cut). He was was so hot. Muscular, hung few nice tatts and poz. Normally I would have stopped at the fantasizing stage but I guess id had a few too many vodkas. I always fantasized about being used hard and raped just like the stories I read on breeding zone and nifty. I agreed to meet him at one of the seedier places (Sydney Sauna(. It had a reputation for older guys who liked it rough. Getting there I stripped out of my clothes and started to walk the corridors. It was a busy Friday night, with a loth of guys i normally wouldn't consider. I like older guys but some of these were too old not to mention out of shape. I decided to have sauna and wait for my guy to arrive. I was still bussing from the alcohol, id one through half a bottle of vodka before coming and had a fresh bottle of amyl tucked into my jock strap. The sauna was empty but the heat was nice, I enjoyed just relaxing back while the room gently spun. My cock was hard, it had a tendency to stay perpetually aroused in these paces, and I couldn't help but start playing with it. An old guy appeared out of the steam, out of shape and not my type but he got down and started sucking. He was good and started fingering me. Not what I was after but at that age who knocks back a blowie. Before too long the heat started getting to me, and i didn't what to blow that way. I tended to lose my horniness once I came and wanted to see how far I could go tonight. While I was neg and really always played safe the idea of finally getting with a known poz guy had me dripping. It was like the next stage of adventure, of risk, of kinkiness. I just wanted to experience what it was like for someone to take control of my body and use me, hurt me, leave me bred, bleeding and converted. Actually I didn't want to convert. I figured I can always get PEP the next day that just really wasn't in my mind at the time. I still figured I could blow him maybe let him tease my hole a bit, beside most of the guys round are undetectable and unlikely to pass it on. As I walked back past the front desk I saw him come in and followed him to the locker room. Tall and muscled, not bodybuilder like and definitely not in his prime. His cheeks were a bit sunken but he looked fit and sexy as hell. He stripped down an stowed his clothes in his locker. I caught a brief glimpse of his cock, it looked bigger than the pics online suggested, and just above his pubic hair a biohazard tattoo. My cock gave an involuntary pulse. He looked up and stared straight at me. He smiled and I shivered. Was I ready for this?

I agree on the apps. I find it more time consuming and annoying than cruising was. I always loved that I could go where other horny sleazy men and get as much Cock as I can handle in an evening. Now it’s swipe swipe swipe and everyone’s jerking off. Boring in my opinion

Had an interesting weekend being a free use bottom at one of my regular top house. He Texted me Saturday morning told me if I’m keen to be the designated urinal and hole to use at his place as he got a few guys to come over for a footy watch along. Lucky I was free:) came to his place around 5pm, and immediately he gave me passionate kiss then drop my pants and just flip me and I was bending over the wall near the front door and he just fuck me dry, definitely painful fuck! But that how he like it! He didn’t breed me, just fucking me for a few minutes. From then, I was told that I was to take all and anyone wanna use me, I’ll be naked at all time and anyone need a piss I will drink every drop of their piss. He fuck me on the couch again while waiting for his guess. This time he did blew his load 🙂 I was happy as my hole now well lubricated! not long after, 4 guys came , and one of them is a big hairy daddy bear type, big belly, he’s the first one to come and told me he love fucking Asian boys, so stop to my knees and start sucking him. Big cock! Now long but girthy, my mouth barely able to fit this massive mushroom head cock, soon he just push me over, I was on my back and we’re kissing while hes cock slowly enter my already fum filled hole! He was surprisingly gentle fucker, lots of kissing and slow and steady fuck until he bred me:) apart from him the other guys cock was surprisingly average, but they all fuck and breed me, they just taking turn fucking and giving me their piss. later that evening another couple came over, my friend was fucking me when they arrived, I was surprise to see what look like a Hetero couple. But they obviously familiar with the scene and the BF not long after arrive told me he need to piss and I just taking his piss and give me a good blowie. Now he does have a beautiful looking cock, good size. I was wondering if he would fuck me! And luckily he did after I drink his piss and getting a blowjob he wanted my cumfilled hole. Didn’t fuck me long I feel like a few mins and be blew inside me. I was back playing with hairy daddy after:) he’s the only one not watching. To my surprise, the girl also wanted me to swallow her piss.. she’s typical Ausie look, blond, long hair and fit looking. So I’m sure lots of straight guys will fancy her. She lifted her skirts, no panties and I can see traces of cums around her pussy. and I open wide and she piss into my mouth. After ther she asked me to keep licking her pussy, basically she was standing over my head and push her pussy to my mouth. after awhile she asked if my cock get hard? And if I would fuck a pussy, told her not generally interested, but todays instructions was to do what ever the guess wanted. Again another surprise, she told me to lie down and she start sucking me. She’s still fully clothed apart from not wearing panty. I did finally have a hard on and shes about to climbed up and ride me. Before that I told her I’m poz, and haven’t been on meds for a while. She said don’t worry her BF is poz and she’s also pozs and told me she wants me to cum inside. Very different feel, she’s basically gave me lots of eye contact, lots of passionate kissing, very gentle. I didn’t last long. Came inside her pussy, she gave me a long final kiss then , She got up and joint the others. i got fuck two more time before they all gone home. I stayed the night with my friend and he have a few more fuck until I go home . very good weekend!

I'm loving this pig-titted Breeding Bull!!! [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/62822/muscle-top-breeding-anon-slut/

Fuck yeah, same here! Right up there with pleasing nasty kinky dirty daddies 😉

Cruising park bent over took 9 I could feel the cum dripping down my legs love Anonymous

Bart grabbed the glass tube of Matty’s natural lube, and dribble some on Matty’s hole, and rubbed it a little in the very opening. Then grabbed Aaron’s hard cock and dribble some all along it. Bart stepped behind Aaron, a pushed him towards his baby brother, and rubbed his piss slit against his Matty’s hole. “All lubed up with your natural lube, and kissing your hole. Here it comes little Matty, its sliding in. Feel that Poz cock sliding into you. Oh, it feels like he just shot a little glob of his own toxic lube in you as I’m pushing him in, this cock really just twitched. He’s almost all the way in.” As Bart was saying all this, he was pushing Aaron into his baby brother, causing Aaron’s wet and leaking dick to slowly and steadily sink its way into Matty. As Aaron’s dick was stretching Matty’s hole, both brothers started heavy moaning. Just as Aaron’s head made it past the ring he shot a good glob of his toxic precum into Matty, Aaron had to bite his lip so as not to say anything and spoil the surprise later. As Aaron bottomed out into Matty, he stayed inside his baby brothers tunnel completely still for just a moment. While Aaron rested a moment, Ryan began rubbing the front of Matty’s body lovingly. Tweeking his nipples, tickling his balls, and just watching Matty’s cock twitch and jump, all the time leaking his negative juices onto his stomach. Aaron started slow in and out movements, loving the feeling of his brother’s furnace grasping his cock, feeling his brothers heart beat from inside. While Aaron was slowly fucking Matty, Ryan leaned over and took Matty’s cock back in his mouth. “Oh fuck, please push your cock in all the way, oh fuck, and I want your cum in me.” Hearing this Aaron shoved his cock in a little faster, bumping Matty’s prostate hard on his way to shoving his cock head into and through Matty’s hole inside as Aaron mashed his groin into Matty’s ass cheeks. Aaron stayed still for a moment like this, feeling Matty’s second hole rhythmically squeeze the head of his cock, milking toxic precum from him. Aaron couldn’t stay in this deep long, because the way Matty’s ass was begging for his load would make him cum real quick. “I think its time to switch cocks in your ass. You’ve got Gifter A boiling and about to blast, and I have other ideas for the actual insemination. Step up Gifter B and let’s get your wick dipped.” Aaron pulled out of Matty’s ass, and slid the toothbrush back in for a few more swipes. While this happened, Ryan lubed up a little from Matty’s bottle and licked it off his fingers. Ryan stepped up to Matty’s ass, with Aaron getting behind Ryan and grabbed Ryan’s cock, guiding him into Matty. Matty moaned loudly as Ryan slid home into him. Ryan’s cock isn’t quite long enough to go through Matty’s second hole, but was able to bump it, so as Ryan’s cock kissed the hole his foreskin was stretched back and he could feel the second hole just quiver on his head. Ryan did full slow strokes, bumping Matty’s prostate every time. Soon both Ryan and Matty were now also getting close. “Well Boy, you must have some ass to get these two close to cumming so fast. Your Gifters are so ready to insemenate you. Now we need to get you pozzed, and I have just been way. We goi going to have both Gifters in you together, and hopefully fill you together at the same time.” Aaron laid on his back on the wide padded fuck bench, with Ryan waiting off to the side. Bart helped Matty over to the bench. Matty could see just barely enough to step over the prone body. Matty’s cock was bobbing with his heartbeat, he was so excited, he’d never been double penetrated and of course knowing he was going to get two poz loads. Bart grabbed Aarons very hard cock, holding it up and guided Matty on to the poz cock. “Put your hands on that beautiful fuzzy chest to steady yourself and slide your hole down on his cock. There you go, take it in. Thats’s it. Oh, I can feel your Gifters balls twitching, he won’t last long. Gifter B, step up here quick. Here let me guide your dripping dick in. That’s it, slide right in against that other poz cock.” As Ryan slide in all three let out low moans of pleasure. It was quiet the tight fit into Matty’s ass with the two goodly sized dicks. With the stretching caused by the two dicks, some of the brushings abrasions were opened a little more, so Matty will really get his brother’s liquids into his bloodstream. Matty bounced a little on the two cocks in him, which nudged Aaron’s cock head to lodge itself firmly in Matty’s second hole and Ryan’s cock head was just hitting the base of Aaron’s head, plus the pressure against Matty’s prostate. Matty was running his hands across Aaron’s firm and fuzzy chest, bumping his erect nipples, while Ryan had wrapped his arms around Matty as best he could. All three had clear signs of impending ejaculation. Heavy breathing, heavy sweating, tight balls and red flushed chests. Matty kept up his light bouncing on the two cocks stuffed in him. “oh fuck, yes, oh fuck I your cum in me. Please shot your poz cum in me. Oh fuck, I’m going to cum, you’re fucking the cum out of me” As the two older brothers were starting to tremble with their quickly impending ejaculations, Bart stepped up to them all, and put. his hands on the goggles. “It’s that time baby boy, time for your impregnation of poz cum by your two a Gifters. As they start to shoot in you, you get to finally lay your eyes on your Gifters.” Bart pulled the goggles off of Matty, just as Aaron and Ryan began shooting their toxic semen deep into their baby. As they both abstained from cumming for 10 days, they have a lot to give Matty. Matty’s vision cleared quickly while his brothers were ejaculating in him, and he looked into his older brothers face of orgasmic bliss, hearing and feeling his brother moaning. He also heard the moaning behind him and then the two voices he knew all his life. “Take our cum, take our bug.” “Feel our cum filling you up baby brother.” “Oh, oh fuck, Aaron, Ryan, oh yes, give me your cum. Oh fuck I’m shooting too. I can feel your hot cum filling me. Oh god, yes, give it to me.” The three brothers were in throes of a mutual orgasm. Matty being filled to the brim with both his brothers’ toxic loads, and his negative load pouring out all over Aaron’s groin and chest. “Keep your cocks in your baby brother boys, let get the butt plug so we can keep the poison in him, and let him absorb that virus from you.” Bart came up to the side of the full fuck bench, and as Matty moved forward off his brothers’ cocks, Bart immediately slipped the butt plug into Matty, locking all that incestuous cum. Bart then guided Matty back to the shackles, and got him all secured. “Rest here baby brother, recharge your balls. Watch your big brothers have a little fun with the guys.”

I like the fantasy of a guy saying he would pull out, but in the end he screams i'm gonna cum and fails to pull out....him saying sorry dude....you ass felt to good! ;-)

Part 26 Jeremy was alternating between moaning, purring and begging as Ryan see-sawed his fat raw cock (his raw HIV-positive cock!) in and out of Jeremy's ass as Drew and I watched and listened in horny lust to everything being displayed on the screen before us. Drew was feeding me more smoke from the pipe as he worked to seal my capitulation with his lewd talk. “It's totally hotter than hell watching your son getting fucked with raw dick and hearing him beg for those poz loads isn't it Daddy Justin?” Watching the screen in earnest I reached between Drew's legs and took his rigid shaft in my fist and started slowly jacking him. “Hell yeah it is!” I answered him. “Watching him getting fucked with the same poz dicks that fucked me earlier. And hearing him say how much he wants it! Oh gawd!!” Drew pinched one of my sensitive nips causing a ripple of more pleasure to run through my body. “Do you want it too, Daddy Justin? Do you want more poz cum in your hole and to fuck your cock into more poz ass?” he asked in a soft whisper dripping with seduction and temptation. A temptation I realized I was powerless to resist. “Fuck yes I do!” I said with undisguised need and hunger in my own voice. He smiled that same beautiful smile he'd shown me that first day we met (had it been just a week ago?!) and said, “You will. Don't worry. Let's watch a little more first,” and we turned our attention back to the scene of what was happening just a few feet down the hall from us. As I watched I saw Kevin turn from the dining room table and saw that he was holding what appeared to be some syringes and a belt. I looked briefly at Drew with questioning eyes and he grinned and told me to watch and listen. He said things were about to heat up. I quickly looked back just as I heard my son's voice saying in a ragged breath, “What's that stuff for Daddy Kevin?” Kevin stood next to Jeremy's prone body on the couch and ran his empty hand across Jeremy's sweat-drenched abs and chest as Ryan slowed his fuck-pace. “Do you remember the last time you were here and we watched a video where a couple of the guys took an injection from a syringe like these?” Jeremy seemed to pause as he felt another deep thrust of Ryan's cock. “Yes. You called it a..a...”, he trailed off. “A slam, son,” Kevin said evenly. “It's a needle full of the T we've been smoking diluted in water. Goes right into your system and makes everything we've been doing so much better than you can imagine. I think you said you might like to try it, right?” There was a moment's hesitation before Jeremy said, “Yeah, maybe. Will it hurt? Is it safe?” “No it won't hurt, just a quick pinch of the needle, then you'll feel better than you ever have. And yeah, it's just as safe as smoking it from the pipe,” Kevin answered in a soothing voice. “And it's so frigging good to get slammed when you have a cock fucking your ass!” Ryan added. I saw Jeremy lick his lips then eagerly say, “Yeah! Let's do it then. Slam me Daddy Kevin!” I heard Drew beside me whisper, “Fucking A!” and heard Kevin instructing Jeremy what to do and telling him what was going to happen. Ryan stopped his thrusting and held his cock still inside Jeremy as Kevin took Jeremy's outstretched arm and wrapped the belt around it. He told Jeremy he was looking for a prominent vein and immediately said he'd found one and rubbed it with an alcohol wipe. I watched mesmerized as Kevin slowly inserted the needle into my son's pulsing vein and seconds later the syringe was turning red as Jeremy's blood entered it, mixing with the diluted meth. I heard Kevin ask, “Are you ready?” but he was looking into the camera and I knew he was asking me as well as Jeremy. Jeremy nodded and Kevin pushed the plunger, slowly emptying the contents into my boy's blood and body. Drew and I moaned together as Jeremy and Ryan moaned too on the screen. Kevin quickly removed the belt from Jeremy's arm and told him to hold it up in the air and to “get ready” and “ride it out, son.” In just a few seconds Jeremy's body shuddered, he began gasping and started coughing deep and hard. I turned a paniced look to Drew but he said not to worry and keep watching. Jeremy's coughing fit stopped, he shuddered one more time then opened his eyes and I could see a transformation on his face. He looked wildly at Kevin then at Ryan and back at Kevin. “Oh my gawd!” he exclaimed. “Oh fuck, Daddy Kevin! Oh fuckkkk!” Kevin laughed. “Feels good doesn't it son?” he asked. “Oh yes, yes, yes! So fucking good!” Then Jeremy turned his eyes on Ryan who was grinning widely. “Your hole just got 10 degrees hotter around my cock dude! How're you feeling?” Jeremy started pulling on his nips as he wrapped his legs tighter around Ryan's waist. “It feels so fucking fantastic bro! Fuck me man! Fucking drill my hole and fucking give me your poz cum! Please fucker!” my son practically screamed. “You got it pig!” Ryan growled as he pulled back then slammed forward into the depths of Jeremy's ass. I watched in fascination as Ryan fucked my son with an even greater intensity than he had fucked me in the park and I had no doubt Jeremy was enjoying that dick just as much as his father had not too long ago. I heard Kevin say he was going to go get Drew but I'm not sure Jeremy even heard him through all the grunting and groaning he and Ryan were doing. A moment later the bedroom door opened and I glanced up to see Kevin entering with a huge smile on his face and his huge dick as hard as it'd been all day. Though I wanted to watch my son with these men on the computer screen, my hunger won out as Kevin wordlessly walked over to me and slid his cock between my lips. I started sucking feverishly on the cock that had just fucked my own son full of poz cum as the sound of Jeremy getting fucked by Ryan was the perfect background noise. I was remotely aware that Drew and Kevin were making out while I worked to deepthroat Kevin's length and at the same time heard Ryan on the screen and through the now-open bedroom door telling Jeremy how good his ass felt and how close he was to cumming in him. I moaned around my mouthful of cock as I heard Jeremy again urge Ryan to shoot his poz cum in him, to mix it with Kevin's. Kevin slid his meat from my mouth and leaned down to kiss me. Pulling his lips from mine he grinned at me in total wantonness and asked, “So you liked watching me shoot my poz cum in your boy?” he asked. “Oh fuck yes!” I answered without reservation. “And hearing him beg for it?” Kevin continued. “Even hotter,” I confessed. His grin widened. “And how about you buddy? Do you want more of my poz cum in your ass too? In your tweaked up cheating married daddy ass?” I wrapped my hand around Kevin's cock and licked the precum-covered head. Looking up at him I said, “Oh gawd yes! I want more of your poz cum man! The same poz cum you gave my son just now!”, then I slid my lips back down his cock. Kevin let me suck him a few moments longer before taking his cock back out and I heard the all-familiar “click” then parted my lips for the glass cock Drew was offering me. I sucked in two huge lungfuls of the sweet magic fuck smoke and was ready to hear what these two studs had in mind next for tonight for all of us, including Jeremy. Blowing out my second cloud I looked at Drew and saw him watching me. He said, “We came here tonight so you could have sex with your son.” He paused as I felt my heart flip hearing his words. “Are you ready for that Daddy Justin?” he asked. “Are you ready for some no-restrained wickedly hot ta*oo incest with your own son?” “More than you know!” I replied feeling the dark decadent smile on my lips. Drew returned my smile and said, “Well, then, let's get this party charged up!” He and Kevin laughed at the double meaning which was lost on me. Drew turned to Kevin and said, “Stay here with Daddy Justin. I'm going to go get Ryan and Jeremy and we're going to move the fun here to the bedroom.” Giving me a quick kiss he said, “Watch the screen, you hot married pig! And get ready. I'm going to bring you your son's ass so you can incest fuck him!”, and with that he walked out closing the door behind him. A moment later I saw Drew walk up to Jeremy in the living room just as he was finishing up sucking Ryan's cock clean after Ryan had bred him and pulled out of his teen hole. “Hey, Jer,” Drew said to Jeremy drawing my son's attention to him and his nakedness and hardness. Jeremy grinned seeing Drew and said, “Hey, man! I was wondering where you was. Glad to see you!” Drew bent down and kissed Jeremy briefly then pulling back said, “Yeah, I was in the bedroom with Daddy Kevin's friend having a little fun.” He grinned at Jeremy and said “How about we all move to the bedroom and have some fun together?” Jeremy sat up on the couch and said, “I'm ready! Is he hot?” “Oh man,” Drew answered, “he is so fucking sexy and hot! We heard part of the fun you were having in here and he is wanting to fuck you like crazy!” I groaned hearing Drew setting the stage for me and my son to fuck. Kevin lit the bowl again and I inhaled more fuck smoke, watching and listening to the scene in the living room. Kevin had me get on my hands and knees facing the screen and a minute later I felt the wetness of his tongue kissing and licking and sucking my aching but hungry hole. I forced myself to concentrate on what was going on on the computer screen. Jeremy was sitting on the couch with Ryan and Drew on either side of him passing a smoke-filled pipe back and forth. Drew was talking to Jeremy. “Daddy Kevin's friend is married and he told us he has a son your age that he really wants to fuck.” “Fuck man that's hot!” I heard Jeremy say at the same time I felt Kevin slip a finger inside me. I quickly felt the flash of burn and knew he was giving me a booty bump. He wasn't making it easy to follow what was happening in the living room but I tried. “Yeah it's hot and he wants you to do some roleplay with him and let him know how much you want to have incest with your dad. And since you do want that for real I figured you'd be cool with getting into it with him, right?” Drew asked watching Jeremy exhale more smoke. “Oh fuck yeah man! I'm definitely down for that.” I was shaking in lust realizing how close I was to getting to fuck my own son. Just as I was thinking that I felt the bed move and then felt the blunt head of Kevin's dick pressing against my twitching hole. I knew it was likely just a matter of minutes before I was going to be pressing my own dad-cock against my own son's cum-filled hole but my need to have my own ass filled again was overwhelming and I pushed back meeting Kevin's forward push and we moaned in unison as once again he moved his entire length inside me. (more to come)

Paul's Continuing Seduction, Matt at the Bar, Part 2 The drag show is ending as Matt sits down. Paul is flirting with a couple of the guys at the table when Matt sits down. He reaches over to rub Matt’s leg as a friendly gesture. Matt smiles at Paul and the guys. The bouncer Matt knows comes by to clean off the empty glasses on the table. The bouncer leans in and asks Matt to come to the bar with him as he drops off the glasses. Bouncer turns to Matt at the bar and says, “Hey one of the folks who works here saw you leave the bathroom with a guy we know does coke. We asked him not to do it here. I just gotta ask, were you in the bathroom with that guy and did you do drugs with him tonight?” Matt is a bit surprised; not that John would do coke, but that he is being asked if he did coke in the bar tonight. Matt honestly answers, “Yes, we were in the bathroom together. But he was fucking me in there. We didn’t do drugs.” The bouncer rolls his eyes, chuckles, and says, “Matt the bathrooms are not for fucking. If you got caught in there, we’d ask you to leave the bar. Seriously, just use them to go to the bathroom.” Matt blushes deeply (for what seems like the tenth time tonight) and apologizes. The bouncer says “Thanks for being honest with me. Stay away from that guy. He ain’t bad, but he ain’t a good guy either. And, if you wanna get fucked just wiggle that amazing ass in my direction.” The bouncer smiles at Matt. Matt turns away from the bouncer, wiggles his ass, and looks over his shoulder. The bouncer, and now a bartender watching, laugh and high five. Matt laughs. The bartender makes them each a shot and they do it. As Bouncer walks away, he feels Matt’s ass before he takes off. Matt leans in and says, “You want to come by later?” Bouncer nods. Matt grabs a bar napkin and a pen and writes the address and buzzer number on the napkin. “I’ll get out of here about 2am tonight. That cool.” Matt says, “Ring the buzzer. I’m going to go home soon before I get wasted on these drinks.” Bartender makes Matt another long island, on the house. Matt had seen and spoken with the bartender while getting drinks on other visits to this bar. Matt is imagining the bartender fucking his ass. The bartender is mid-30s and has a bulky, almost baseball player build, and nice arms. His shirt cuts into his biceps nicely, but not in an overly muscled way. Matt leans in for the presented drink and says, “The bouncer may come by tonight. Want to join us?” The bartender smiles at Matt and noncommittally says, “Maybe.” Matt smiles and goes back to the table to find Paul and one of the under 21s still there. Paul clearly has decided who he is fucking tonight. Matt is a little disappointed, hoping Paul would fuck him later. Since Matt and Travis broke it off, Matt doesn’t have access to Paul’s dick as often. Matt sits down next to Paul and the guy. Paul turns to Matt and asks what the bouncer wanted. Matt tells him. Paul laughs. The other guy leans in and says, “What’s funny?” Paul tells the guy what happened. The guy is surprised. Matt and Paul can see it on his face. Ignoring the guy’s reaction, Paul says, “Where’s my drink?” Matt apologizes and said this one was on the house. He gives Paul some money and says, “Go get one for yourself. I just forgot.” Paul takes the money and says he will be back; leaving Matt with the surprised college kid to his right. Matt is sitting in his cushioned round swivel stool; looking around the bar some. He turns to face the college boy and asks his name. It’s Ryan. Ryan says, “Listen. I’m sorry I was surprised a minute ago at your story. It’s just that I was saving this for you.” Ryan hands Matt his free safe sex kit the clinic folks were giving out. Ryan continues, “Yours was the only one that was opened. When my friends left after the drag show, they all took their packets. I noticed you left yours on the table and I put it in my pocket to give it to you. I was surprised when you said your got fucked in the bathroom because I knew your condoms were in my pocket. That would mean you got fucked without the condoms.” Matt looked at Ryan and thought, “What a nosy fucker. Why is this asshole all up in my business. This is how rumors start and why people talk about me.” Matt took a beat and sipped his drink through the straw and looked more deeply Ryan. Ryan clearly played sports in high school, maybe club sports in college. The brown haired, button nosed, slim waisted jock was sexy. There was something else though all over the college boy’s face – curiosity. It wasn’t judgment. This kid was curious. Matt put his drink on the table, looked the boy in the eye and said, “Yes. I bumped into a fuckbuddy in line for the bathroom. We fucked in the bathroom. We didn’t use a condom.” Ryan looked like a guy who knew the answer and been proven correct, but then the curiosity washed over his face again. Ryan eagerly asked, “Does that mean the story that Jason told us is true? That y’all had unprotected sex with my friends a couple weeks ago?” Matt looks dead in Ryan’s face and says, “Jason is the black haired one right?” Ryan nods. “What did Jason tell you about his role in this unprotected bareback orgy among 6 guys?” Ryan says, “Not much really. He had sex with two guys.” Paul comes back over with his drink and a water for Ryan. He hears the conversation and sees the guy’s body language. As Paul is about to say something, Matt says, “Ryan. The story you heard made me look slutty right? That, I as the bottom, had unprotected sex with 4 men that night and I let guys cum inside me. And that I was the center of the story?” Ryan nods. Matt sighs slowly and says, “Sex is fun. That night was fun. It really was. It was fun for each of us. Right Paul?” Paul nods. Matt continues, “If the guys telling that story were honest in their retelling of the story, they’d tell it from their own perspectives and how they enjoyed it. Their story would be how it made each of them feel to do the things we did that night.” Paul, sensing Matt’s frustration but also the wisdom in what Matt is saying, joins in saying “Matt is right. When I jerk off thinking about previous sex partners I think about how it made me feel or how they looked as they got fucked or came. Isn’t that how you think about it when you jerk off?” Ryan looks down and shyly says, “I just came out this past year. I have fooled around with some guys on campus, but I haven’t had many great sexual experiences yet.” Then he adds, “I do think what you are saying is true though. I wish more of my friends saw it that way. Instead of judging each other for being too slutty and sleeping around. We all just want the same thing and want to feel good about doing it.” Paul comes and stands between Matt and Ryan. Matt’s legs are on either side of Paul’s legs as he stands there. Ryan is facing Paul as well. Paul kisses Ryan for a minute or so. Paul stops and turns to Matt. Paul kisses Matt and Matt feels his tongue in his mouth. Matt sucks on the tongue and kisses him back. Paul breaks off the kiss. Paul encourages Matt and Ryan to kiss. Matt leans over and Ryan kisses Matt. It’s a good kiss. Matt feels Ryan’s aggressive kiss and lets him take charge. By the time it’s over, Matt’s lips are wet and he feels a little abused, but in a good way. Paul says, “Matt you came to the bar tonight dressed for sex right?” Paul slips his hand up Matt’s shorts and a bit surprised asks, “What happened to your jockstrap?” Matt laughs softly and says, “Payment for services rendered.” The boys all laugh. All the tension from the previous conversation is gone now. Paul says, “That guy in the bathroom fucked you bareback right?” Matt nods, wondering where this is going. Paul says, “You knew there were condoms all over this bar tonight from the clinic safe sex folks, but you had unprotected sex anyway. Why?” Matt says, “It feels a lot better. And I knew the guy who fucked me.” Paul says, “I like to fuck bareback as well. You like getting fucked bareback by me right?” Matt smiles and says, “Yeah I do. I was hoping we’d fuck tonight.” Paul turns to Ryan and says, “When did you last have sex without a condom?” Ryan says, “I never have. I always use condoms to have sex.” Paul says, “When did you last get tested?” Ryan, “Beginning of the semester. Couple months ago.” Paul looks at Matt. Matt, knowing where this is going now, smiles. Paul asks Matt, “You up for it?” Matt says, “Yes. If Ryan is.” Ryan, looking like a cross between a confused puppy and an eager boy, looks at them both. Paul says, “Ryan, would you like to fuck Matt bareback tonight?” Ryan, clearly debating internally, says “but is it safe?” Matt says, “I just got tested and I’m negative. One guy I’ve had sex with previously, fucked me earlier tonight and came in my ass. I know the guy, but he’s not a friend or anything. So..um..yeah..I guess there is a small risk. Up to you.” Ryan says, “I really want to fuck you. You are so sexy. Can we just see how it goes and if we want to use a condom, we can?” Matt says, “Absolutely.” Matt, Paul, and Ryan leave the bar. As they are leaving, Matt sees the bouncer and says, “See you later I hope.” Bouncer smiles at Matt. The three guys head to Matt’s place. When they get there, Matt takes off his shoes, socks, and tank top. Paul and Ryan sit on Matt’s bed and kiss. Matt watches the guys make out. Paul takes off Ryan’s shirt and holds out his hand to Matt. Just in the flimsy running shorts, Matt straddles Ryan’s waist and kisses him. Ryan’s hands explore Matt’s body as they make out. Matt feels the eagerness in the man he is kissing. Matt decides to let Ryan be in total charge so he is comfortable. After a few minutes of rubbing his hands all over Matt’s back, abs, arms and shoulders; Ryan’s hands find Matt’s pert ass. Ryan quickly discovers the open seems and slides his hands inside to run on Matt’s bare ass. Clearly excited, Ryan says “You have the best ass I’ve ever felt.” Matt says softly, “Feel my hole. I like it when a guy plays with my hole.” Ryan looks up at Matt as he runs his fingers through Matt’s ass crack tentatively to find Matt’s hole. Matt and Ryan both know Matt’s been fingered tonight by Paul, fucked and bred by a guy less than an hour ago. Ryan feels Matt’s hole and rubs it. Matt moans softly as Ryan and Paul watch Matt’s face filled with pleasure. Ryan slips a finger inside Matt’s hole. Matt pushes back down on it so it slides all the way inside. Ryan watches as Matt fucks himself on his finger. The bed shifts as Paul stands and undresses himself. As if Paul’s movement is Ryan’s awakening, Ryan flips Matt onto his back, pulls off Matt's shorts, stands up, takes off his jeans and underwear, pushes off his shoes. Clad only in his socks, Ryan gets between Matt’s legs, slides up Matt's lithe body and kisses him. Matt can feel Ryan’s hard cock pressed against him. Ryan is feeling for Matt’s hole again. Matt spread his legs so they are bent on either side of Ryan, feet on the mattress, giving Ryan access to his hole. Ryan says, “I want to fuck you.” Matt says, “I want you to fuck me.” Ryan says, “Your hole is so hot. I can tell you really want to fuck.” Paul says, “Matt loves getting fucked,” and he sits back on the bed. Paul hands Matt the lube packet he brought from the bar. It’s open. Matt reaches down and lubes his hole some and says, “Can I lube your cock Ryan?” Ryan says, “Yes.” Ryan moans as Matt’s lubricated hand wraps around his cock. Matt strokes this nice cock for a few strokes to get it lubed up. Matt looks up at Ryan. Ryan puts his bare cock at Matt's hole and says, “I’m going to fuck you.” Paul holds out a condom and says, “Want this?” Matt says, "I want you to fuck me bareback." Matt guides Ryan’s bare, lubed cock to his unprotected ass and puts it on his hole. Matt says, “Push inside me.” A bit too aggressively, Ryan pushes his cock inside Matt. Matt’s grunt is appreciative and a bit pained. Paul drops the condom on the bed next to Matt and says, “Let Matt adjust to you inside him.” Matt lifts his legs up so Ryan’s cock can slide in him easier. Matt turns his head. sees the unopened condom next to him, and opens his mouth for Paul’s cock. As Paul slides his cock into Matt’s mouth, Ryan’s balls touch Matt’s ass. Ryan is in heaven. This sexy twink is spreading his legs for his bare cock and sucking off another guy that Ryan just met tonight. Fuck this feels so good. Ryan had never felt his bare cock inside an ass before. Ryan was so excited. He wasn’t going to last long inside this ass. Matt could feel Ryan beginning to tense up. He slid his free hand down Ryan’s back and grabbed his ass. Matt stopped sucking Paul for a bit, looked up at Ryan and said, “Cum inside me. It’s ok. I want you to cum in my ass. It’s the best part of getting fucked bareback.” Ryan made eye contact with Matt and growled, “I’m gonna cum soon.” Paul said, “Cum in him. He wants your load.” Matt held his legs open wide and watched as Ryan’s face contorted and he screamed, “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!” Ryan slammed his hips forward, burying his bare cock in Matt’s ass as he shot his load deep. Matt could feel 6-7 pumps as Ryan unloaded inside him. Ryan collapsed on Matt in enjoyment and pleasure. Ryan’s old habits took over and he slid his cock out and looked down. He chuckled at himself and said, “Oh yeah, no condom to throw in the toilet.” Ryan laid back down on the bed. Paul gently tugged Matt’s arm and said, “Sit your cum filled ass on my bare cock and ride.” Matt smiled and did as he was told; straddling Paul’s lap, lining up his big cock and sitting down on it. Matt adjusted to it easily since he’d already been fingered, fucked by two guys, and this was a cock with which his ass was well acquainted. Matt rode Paul up and down. Ryan laid next to them on Matt’s bed watching the guys fuck. Paul said, “Your ass feels so wet from the loads you took. It turns me on watching you beg guys to cum in you.” Paul took over the fuck at this point, guiding Matt’s ass to meet his thrusts upward. Matt adjusted his ass for this large cock’s intrusion – the third cock of the night. Paul said, “Beg me for it. I’m close and want to hear you say it.” Matt looked at Paul and Ryan and smiled a naughty smile. “You like it when I say slutty things right?” Paul nodded and continued to fuck Matt’s ass, slowing down a bit and long stroking his fat, long, bare cock into Matt’s ass. Matt said, “Cum in me. Add your load to two other guys tonight. Breed me.” Paul slid in and out of Matt as he was hearing the words. It was like Matt pulled a trigger. Paul was so turned on that he started cumming on the out stroke, tried to recover, but ended up losing half his load on Matt’s back, ass and floor. Paul shot his load so hard that he accidentally denied Matt half his load. Paul dropped back on the bed while Matt said, “Dude. You were supposed to cum inside. You shot so hard its in my hair.” They all laughed. Paul said, “That was super hot.” Ryan was hard again from watching the boys fuck. Matt looked hungrily at Ryan’s cock. Matt leaned over and took it in his mouth. It tasted of lube, his ass, and cum. It didn’t take look for Ryan to cum. He held Matt’s head as his shot his load down Matt’s throat. The party broke up when Matt said he needed to shower. The guys got dressed. Matt got Ryan’s number and they left. Matt was in the shower when he heard the door buzzer. He thought Ryan or Paul had forgotten something. He hopped out of the shower, dried off a bit to keep from getting water everywhere, buzzed the front door, popped his own door open a bit and was bent over slipping on the shorts he wore to the bar when he heard his apartment door open. He heard, “That’s a great ass.” Matt looked over his shoulder. It was the bouncer and the bartender from the bar. Matt said, “I guess I don’t need to put these shorts on.” The bouncer and bartender fucked him until the sun came up. Despite all the work of the safe sex advocates, Matt took it bareback from both the bartender and the bouncer that night. Matt took 2 loads down his throat and 3 more up his ass. The bartender and bouncer bred him and Matt begged them to cum in his ass. As the sun came up, Matt had taken 6 loads in his ass from 5 different men in less than 12 hours. Well, 5 and a half loads – Matt didn’t get all of Paul’s load.

I wake up. Martins gone. I’m still holding Ryan. The back of his neck smells like Martins spit. As I rub his stomach, his body hair and skin are sticky with drying cum. It’s all intoxicating. My phone buzzes. It’s Martin “I want to make sure I get your boy pregnant. Come to my hotel tomorrow at 8pm.” I flash back to seeing his low hangers unload into Ryan. My dick twitches. I snap back to the present moment. It takes me a minute to process. I start to feel the guilt of knowing Martins poz. If I tell Ryan, it will all be on me. He has to see Martins tattoo for himself. It’s my only choice. I reply “Sure, see you then.” The next morning I ask Ryan if he wants to hang with Martin again. He blushes, avoids eye contact, and sheepishly replies “Sure, if you want too.” “8pm tonight we’ll go to his hotel.” - “cool.” I can tell Ryan is trying to hide his excitement. The day flies by and the next thing I know we’re knocking the hotel door. My heart’s pounding. I suddenly feel being here is a massive mistake. Right as I turn to Ryan to tell him I’ve changed my mind, Martin opens the door wearing only his loose black sweat pants. The room is dimly lit with one lamp on. This lighting exposes more shadows on Martins body and face and he looks more thin, sickly, and dangerous. I wonder how high his viral load is? My dick disobeys reason and starts to inflate. He pulls both of us both in for a hug. My arms wrap around him and Ryan. Ryans left hand goes straight into the front of Martins sweats to grab his meat. Martins puts each of his hands down the back of our pants, straight for our holes. He’s doing his best to scratch his fingers in both of us. He whispers into Ryans ear “You ready for more?” Ryan flinches and gasps. Ryan whispers back “ah, yes, sir.” Martin shuffles Ryan around to enter into the room first. I trail behind Martin. His tattoo is staring at me as we make it to the bed. Ryan still has no idea. God damnit. Martin pushes Ryan onto the bed face first and immediately pulls off his pants and boxer briefs, exposing his muscular furry ass and legs. Every time I see Ryans ass it drives me nuts; his pale skin with thick dark hair always reminds me how the fur feels gripping and milking my dick. Martin steps out of his sweats to get naked. I’m standing behind them, slowly undressing. My dick is already rock hard and throbbing. Martin commands Ryan “spread ur cheeks.” Ryan is a little spooked by how forceful Martin is but is trying to play cool. He reaches back with both hands and does his best to spread them. I’m now standing right next to Martin fisting my own dick. Ryans ass is still red and sore from yesterday. Martin puts his hands on top of Ryans and spreads his cheeks further, drips a wad of spit onto the tender skin and dives in with his face. I glance back at Martin manly hairy ass and huge balls. With my left hand, I caress his balls and I feel them flex each time his tongue laps into Ryan. Ryan starts to moan and I look up, Martin is working two fingers into him. I hear a knock at the door. “Tom, go let him in.” Let him in? WTF? I hide my body behind the door as I open it a little. It’s a middle eastern guy probably in his 50s. He’s about 5’9” 180 with a handsome face, buzzed hair, and facial hair. “You must be Tom? I’m Nic. I’m just dropping something off.” What. The. Fuck. Before I can say or do anything he pushes his way through the door. Upon entering, he grabs my dick with one hand the back of my neck with the other and forces his tongue into my mouth. The door shuts. Although I’m stunned, he’s a surprisingly good kisser. His giant soft wet tongue fills and twirls in my mouth and reaches to the back of my throat. I put my hands under his shirt and feel up his back and down into his pants. He’s fit, has some back hair and a very furry ass. After a moment, we make our way into the room. Martin now has three fingers working in and out of his ass while he’s slowly jerking himself with his other hand. So much venomous precum is pooling on Martins dickhead foreskin and hand. He looks at me, takes his fingers out and smears the precum onto the tips of his fingers and jams them back in. Ryan moans loudly in pain and pleasure. Martin looks at his friend “did you remember it?” Nic pulls a small water bottle out of his back pocket. It has a little liquid in it. He shakes it a bit and hands it to Martin “8 in there.” “Mmm woof” Martin replies. Martin takes off the lid and pauses. “Tom, come help me.” I’m not sure what he means, but I crawl onto the bed. Martin pulls me by the arm onto Ryans back so we face each other and our dicks hang over Ryans beefy ass and exposed hole. I get a closer look at how tender and puffy his hole is. My stomach tells me to call this off.. but the musky smell in the room and Martins dominant grip on my arm makes my dick throb so hard. He leans forward and drips a long string of spit onto my dick and begins to softly stroke it. I feel my balls begin to boil and I grab his furry forearm to stop so I don’t cum. He pinches a pearl of my precum and tastes it. With his right hand he hands me the bottle. I look at its liquid contents - partially clear and white with a hint of yellow. It’s cum or something? On the side written in sharpie is “Unmed + only”. Martin makes eye contact with me and gives me an evil smile. It’s a bottle with 8 poz loads?! WTF. Martin notices my shock and strokes my dick again a few times with his left hand while guiding my right hand and bottle over Ryans hole. My heart is pounding. This is point of no return. What am I doing? Martin then jams and twists two fingers knuckle deep into Ryan and pulls out quickly, creating a loose hole and commands “Ryan, push out.” Ryan pushes out his stretched open sphincter to expose more of the raw inside. Martin tilts the bottle in my hand. Time slows.. a large drops of thick unmedicated poz sperm land on the exposed interior skin and start to drain into him. Ryan sighs at the feeling of the liquid and involuntarily flexes his sphincter, all of it gets pulled inside his ass. I gasp and feel my balls boiling. Martin stops stroking me and grips my dick hard to stop the cum. A few spurts come out. Martin growls “Good but don’t lose it yet.”

"Whats plans rick?" asked Matt. So thats his name. I really should have asked when we chatted and not be so lead by my hard on. "Its pretty dead outside, lets do him right here. We can lay him over the island and fuck him each end". Rick reach forward and lifted me up, my legs had trouble supporting me. He lead me over to the tiled island that rose up in the middle of the sauna. Matt laid his towel down before rick push me backwards. It was the right width that laying back my ass hung over the edge while my head laid back, giving Matt's cock the perfect angle to slide deep into my throat. Matt leaned down and kissed me slipping his tongue inside my mouth as Rick lifted my legs and begun to eat my hole like a starving man. "I think I've changed my mind, will you use a condom?" I asked Matt looking up past his slightly bulging belly and massive cock into his eyes. "I don't do rubbers, but then I'm going going to fuck your throat. Nothing better than a little fucking twink choking on my cum. But Rick down there I'm pretty sure you got buckleys of convincing him to use one." "Fuck no, this load is going one place, up your ass. You wanted it bare. Give him the amyl, make sure he gets plenty then plug his throat. Don;t want any of the trolls out there hearing him when i split him. He's fucking tight." Rick still held my legs up with one hand. Sweat dripped off his chest. As Matt held the amyl to my nose making me inhale its fumes. The room began to spin again. I could feel Rick wiping his towel along my crack "Don't want to it slide in too easy", I tried to move but the amyl was still the and my limbs were losing strength with every breath in he was going to fuck me dry. "That's enough gag him, its time". Matt put the amyl away, pushed my head down and slid his hard cock into my open my. "Relax your throat baby". His cock popped past my tonsils and continued to slide down. He reached down holding my neck positioning my head better as he forced the remaining inches into my throat. I thought he was trying to support and help me take it easier but realised too late that his grip on my neck and jaw stopped me from being able to close my mouth. With a strong thrust he forced the remaining inches into my throat and his low sweaty balls pressed against my face. "He's gagged, go for it". I couldn't see anything, but felt Rick press my thighs down exposing my hole. His toxic know pressed against it. With barely any sweat even to lube it he started pressing. "Time to bust the cherry" i heard him say. He pulled back and released the pressure. I had started to struggle with the lack of air. Everything was stripped from my mind as he slammed his cock against my hole. Tight as I was it tore and gave in. Sharp pain lanced through my body. But i couldn't feel his ablls against me. He wasn;t all the way in. pulling back a bit he slammed again, the grip of his unloved cock again made progress slow. Again and again he repeated the process. While att held his cock deep in my throat. Stars started to dance before my eyes. "Last two inches, should hit his second ring" I hear Rick say, "Hurry up, i think he's about to pass out and miss it" warned Matt. With one last final thrust with all the force generated by his kick boxing legs he forced the last twi inches in past my second ring. I felt a deep aching cramp like pain inside me. I don't think anyone had been this deep. Matt pulled back. I gasped, crying as i tried to get control of the pain. But my relief didn't last long as he thrust back down once again as Rick started hammering my hole. "He's bleeding, my cock is fucking red with his blood, nothing better than bleeding some pretty little neg" Rick stated, " Hows his throat?" "Fucking tight, I'm getting pretty close but i think he needs to breathe again" "Fuck him, just blow. If he passes out will make my job easier" Everything started to get blurry, the sounds, even the sweaty balls slapping my eyes started to lose focus. The pain in my ass continued, hard slapping of balls against my cheeks, and a wetness that seemed to spread from my ass and lubricate the intrusion of the monster fucking me. "Fuck yeah!" I heard Matt yell, I could feel hi pulsing in my throat and feel the motion as my body rocked on the tile plinth. Everything went black.....

I had a look at the official Breeding Zone Twitter accounts tonight, and I noticed that the "@PozPigs" account is suspended. Perhaps remove it from the site's official list of Twitter handles? Unsure whether @rawTOP plans to appeal, or if an appeal of a Twitter suspension is even possible, but thought I'd point that out just in case no one was aware. 🙂 However, if the site moderators no longer care thanks to "Elon scent who shall not be named", then that's also understandable. 😄

I was in my lowly dimmed light room at a sauna. One guy passed by and we made eye contact. He came into the room and I was on my knees to suck him and get him hard. He then pulled me up and asked me to get to the bed with my ass up. He turned on the light full bright and got down. I thought he was going to rim but was actually sniffing my hole. Then he started visually inspecting my hole without even touching it. He then said to me that he would fuck me later after I clean it. I told him no thanks. It will be creamy and won't be cleaned. My hole was thoroughly douched before taking loads and had 3 loads in when the guy showed up. I get it when guys prefer to breed a fresh hole. Usually they would just ask. Having an inspection was such a weird experience, especially happened at a cumunion party at a sauna.

Would love a regular dom daddy for fun especially oral. To use and breed me regularly

I have had two recent city breaks. The first one was Paris with my partner, we forgot the lube and we wanted to fuck but mu partner is huge so I do usually need some lube. I found a lain guy, muscled hung, who had just left the gym around the corner and needed to unload, told my partner I was taking out the recycling from the air bnb, and went downstairs, buzzed the guy into the stairwell and took his load shorts down, pump and dump style on the communal stairs. the guy said thanks as I licked him clean, and stuffed his cock back in his shorts and left. I creot back upstairs and then went on all fours for my partner telling him I had found some lube down in the corridor. He was so turned on by it he pounded me silly until he added his to the mix. Second citybreak was Copenhagen for Pride. I took one load at SLM club ass up in a fuck booth from the cutest guy, my partner bred a ginger bear. Then we went home to our air bnb. A guy I kissed and made out with on the parade messaged me on Recon and I met him downstairs in the communal lobby, fucked me on the floor for ages using my previous load as lube and then bred me growling, he had a huge ginger cock, so fucking hot. Then he left and I went back upstairs to find my partner hard as a rock waiting for me, and he pushed in and gave me my third load of the night. Stairwell breeding rocks. Thank you air BNB. LOL

It's a thing of late. Accounts that have certain types of adult content posted (especially LGBT+/hard-fetish content) have been getting varying degrees of banhammering on The Site Formerly Known As Twitter.

Let go of your inhibitions, be willing to switch positions and try positions the tops fucking you like as well as the ones you like. Be willing to give as well as take at an orgy. An orgy that has a high percentage of versatile men will have a lot more fucking, and as a result a lot more loads being shot in greedy holes than an orgy with just a few cum dumps hoping for tops to breed them. As an added benefit, orgies with lots of fucking keep guys excited and help them shoot multiple loads. Even as an older guy the stimulation of an active orgy shortens my refractory time. Don't be a drama queen, you can let guys know you are enjoying it without going to extremes. Use your fucking skills to coax those loads don't just beg and act hurt that they fucked you but didn't breed you. If I've been to a really good orgy, I rarely know exactly how many loads I have in my hole and I don't think I've ever been sure of more than 7, just that it is full of cum. The last CumUnion orgy I attended in Los Angeles, was pretty close to my perfect scenario and I'm sure I took 3 loads, probably more, and gave 2. What I do know is I spent 5 blissful hours with most of which I had cocks in my hole and/or my cock in holes. By an hour into it every hole I fucked was cummy and my hole was full of cum.

Looking at their website, it looks as though rooms have outside access. No lobby involved!

was there a few weeks ago, kneeling on the padded bench, ass out for all comers, and only wanted bareback. You generally get some guys who put a condom on, but the best bit (happened this time) is they start with a condom, realise how cum filled I am and towards the end take off the condom and dump a load in! This time I probably got 6-7 loads, hard to tell as I already had a few loads in me from afternoon on the heath. For a while I raised my ass, clenched and unclenched my pussy, letting cum dribble out so it was really obvious what I was into, worked really well and had a memorable guy who gently pushed my hips down so my hole was level with his hard cock, he slipped in sloppily, and we got into a horny rhythm where I slammed back as he thrust in. A few minutes of this, he groans loudly and drops a big load that I finger out - yum!

Chapter 14: Long Distance Laszlo sat in his seat on the plane, silently willing it to pull away from the gate and get going. Daniel had urged, and he had agreed, that long goodbyes merely prolonged the agony. So they’d said their goodbyes before leaving the resort, Daniel had driven from there to the airport, and Laszlo had hopped out of the Jeep and grabbed his bag after one quick goodbye kiss. Now, as the plane sat through a delay (“to finish loading the baggage,” the captain had said), it seemed almost as if the airline had determined to drag out the process just to scrape his nerves, already raw after saying goodbye so soon after they had finally, truly met. He felt as if he had only taken a first step to go, as if he hadn’t really left Daniel yet, and it was ripping him apart from the inside out. Finally, the door was closed, the pre-flight announcements began, and in another minute the plane had begun to roll backwards from the terminal, being shoved clear by the tow tractor. At least, he thought, he had the consolation of knowing that he’d gotten a seat on one of the few nonstop flights to Los Angeles and didn’t have to go through the whole hassle all over again in Honolulu. In a few more minutes they were on the runway, and Laszlo found his window was facing the terminal area and the main part of the island. His eyes were getting very wet as the plane lifted and soared into the sky, but he was pretty sure that he could make out, between tears, the grey Jeep parked by the road outside the airport with the lone figure standing beside it, waving. Laszlo was so depressed that he even declined the offer of drink or food, and just did his best to sleep the five-hour flight away. It was after 11:00 at night when Laszlo finally walked into his apartment. He was tired, jetlagged, and most of all he was suffering from extreme emotional disorientation. For three wonderful days and nights he had been joining his life together with the man of his long dreams, and now they were disconnected from each other again. It was only a small consolation that he now knew where Daniel could be found. Laszlo fell onto his bed, curling himself up into a tight little ball of unhappiness and misery. He wanted so desperately to call. Even talking to Daniel would be a bit of a help. But they weren’t due to have their first scheduled FaceTime until tomorrow evening – and after checking the time yet again, he knew that Daniel – the personification of “early to bed, early to rise” – would most likely be asleep. In this, as it happened, Laszlo was right on target. The man who was occupying his every thought was sleeping peacefully, a beatific smile spread across his face. His reaction to the end of their first shared time together was sheer euphoria: his fears put to rest, his doubts settled, a lifetime of feeling somehow wrong or insufficient or inadequate tossed into the garbage can, never to return. That miraculous transformation which Laszlo had wrought in Daniel had made – literally – a new man out of him. Not to suggest that Daniel was in any way unperceptive or uncaring. When Daniel had awoken the next morning and taken a bit of time to think, he realized himself that his reaction was not what most people would expect to see in this situation. He was also quite sure that Laszlo was going to be a good deal less happy than he was. When it came to their FaceTime, he knew that he would have to dampen down his enthusiasm, just in case, but also be ready to try to use some of his energy to pick Laszlo back up. Sure enough, when he ran downstairs to get some coffee, Rodrigo remarked at once on his bright cheery disposition. “I thought you’d drag in here like you were pulling a hundred-pound weight labelled ‘Life’s Tragedy’ and here you are, almost bouncing off the walls, you’re so happy!” Arian and Brad also noticed the unexpected reaction, but they were a bit more tactful about just letting it go by unremarked. Tact, however, would never be Rodrigo’s middle name. As the clock approached ten that evening, Laszlo pulled himself together. He hadn’t exactly been bawling his eyes out all day, but he had certainly wandered around in a fog of gloom. But now he had to buck himself up, in case Daniel was even more down and needed his help. So he headed to the bathroom, washed his face in hot water to wake himself up and to clean away any negative evidence, then sat down at his computer and connected. Daniel came on right away. “Laszlo! How are you doing?” Then he looked more closely. “You are trying very hard to put on a good face. Is it bad for you?” Laszlo just nodded. “Oh, love, I wish I could be there to hug you again, just to pick you back up.” Laszlo quickly dashed his hand across his eyes. “This is a lot harder than I thought it would be, Daniel. I don’t know how anyone ever survives in a long-distance relationship. It’s barely 30 hours and I’m coming apart.” Daniel thought quickly. This was a lot worse than he’d expected. “You need to talk to someone there, in person. Someone who’s been there and knows the score. Do you still keep in touch with Jim and Steve?” “Yes.” “Jim’s the man you need to talk with.” “Why him?” “His relationship before Steve was a long-distance one and lasted for six years. And he’s a good guy, with a caring heart. He’s sure to have some ideas and advice for you, and he’ll surely give you enough support to hold the fort for the next six weeks.” “I can try, I suppose.” “You should. Moping by yourself for weeks on end is no way to live. Reach out to some of the others. Marina is another one – she has more common sense in her little finger than most people I know can find in their whole body. And she really likes you, cares what happens to you. Why don’t you call her for coffee, first break you get in your schedule?” Laszlo was brightening a bit. “That sounds like a plan, both of them.” Daniel decided to go for the clinching argument. “Laszlo, trust in both of us, in what we said and did for and with each other. We said the biggest words of our lives: ‘I love you.’” Laszlo positively beamed at the memory. “We said it and we meant it, every word. Now, it’s just waiting time, and that means patience. It’s hard, but we’re strong where it counts – stronger than ever, since we’ve pledged to share our strength with each other. So we have strength and love on our side, and with that we can find the patience we need to get through this challenging time.” “Daniel, I love you so much – and I love the way you always find the words to say that I need to hear so badly.” “Laszlo, I feel the same about you. During the time since we met again on Saturday night, I’ve found more strength and healing from you than I ever got from all the rest of the people in my entire life. You’ve given me an whole new life which I didn’t think I could ever have. I love you.” “I love you.” “Feeling better now?” “Yes. Much better. I’ll get hold of Jim and Marina tomorrow. And we’ll talk tomorrow night again. Friday, I have my orientation session at my worksite, nine to one, and then the rest of the day off. What about you?” “More of the same old for me. Coffee on the beach. Surfing with the guys in the morning before all the incompetent tourists get there and ruin all the waves. More surfing in the evening, after they’ve all gone.” “And hot sex with Rodrigo?” “Umm….” Daniel was actually caught off guard by Laszlo’s sudden thrust. Laszlo laughed. “Okay with me if you do. I wouldn’t mind having a go at him myself, next time I’m there. He’s hot and sexy and he already did a crotch grind and winked at me. I’m sure he’s interested.” Now it was Daniel’s turn to chuckle. “Rodrigo? Yup, he gets hot on the turn of a dime, especially for anyone who’s…” Laszlo had just a split second to register the door opening behind Daniel’s face before Rodrigo cut in. “Talking about me?” Once again, Daniel was left momentarily speechless. Laszlo laughed again and batted right back for both of them. “Well, naturally. I knew you’d been fucking around with Daniel, and then you came on to me, so that makes you fair game for both of us!” Rodrigo laughed too. “Got me, sheriff!” Daniel cut in, his voice a shade cooler, Laszlo thought. “Rodrigo, can you give us a few minutes to wrap this up and then come back?” Rodrigo realized belatedly that walking in without warning maybe wasn’t the smartest move in the world after what had happened in the last few days. “Sure. Check back in ten. See you, Laszlo.” “Bye.” After he’d left, Daniel sighed slightly. “My bad. I should have warned him that I’d be busy at this time. Sorry, Laszlo.” “Look on the bright side, Daniel – at least he didn’t come in to ask for phone sex.” “How can you be sure?” That set both of them laughing. Then Daniel went on. “Well, you’re looking a whole lot better now than when we came on here.” “I am. Thank you. What you said – I needed to hear that, from you. I’m sure we can make it through this tough time.” “So am I, Laszlo. The real miracle here is that we love each other. That makes everything possible for us.” “I love you, Daniel.” “I love you, Laszlo. See you same time tomorrow.” They blew kisses at each other, and Daniel clicked off. Laszlo sat back with a smile on his face. He hadn’t just been talking idly. Daniel really had picked him back up and fixed his anguish, and he could now see clearly how they could and would pull each other through it all. Daniel sat back, deep in thought. He could foresee that days would come when he felt like he was hitting rock bottom, just as Laszlo had been tonight. But he also knew that, if and when that happened, Laszlo would pull him back up just as surely as he had helped Laszlo back onto his emotional feet. Armed with that assurance, he knew that both of them would be fine. Rodrigo eventually crept back in, knocking first and looking abashed. “I’m sorry, Daniel. I didn’t realize you and your boyfriend would be chatting. Should have thought of that.” To his surprise, Daniel actually smiled, a broad, beaming smile spreading slowly from ear to ear. “Hey, what’s with the smile? I didn’t expect you to happy at me for busting in!” Daniel chuckled. “You called him my boyfriend. And you’re right. I’m smiling because I’ve never had a boyfriend. I’ve been a kept boytoy, but that’s not the same at all. My boyfriend!” He followed that with a happy sigh. Then, back to business. “Just so you know, we’re scheduled to FaceTime every night at eight o’clock. The door will be closed, that’s the reason. It’s my fault, we’ve been so used to just walking into each other’s rooms all the time, and I should have told you before that this was going to happen.” “Daniel, I’ve never seen you looking like this before. Not just happy, but filled up with enough joy to spread it around the whole world if you could. And it looks great on you.” “Thanks, Rodrigo. I’ve never been this Daniel before now, and that’s an amazing feeling.” They said goodnight to each other, and soon Daniel was asleep. So was Laszlo. In the morning, he texted to Marina, asking her when they could meet for coffee, and to Steve, asking when he could see him and Jim for lunch or dinner. To both, he added that he had some important news to share with them. Marina came back first and told him that she could see him on Saturday, at the Black Gold Café, any time after 10 am. He set it for 10:30. Steve fired back not long after and invited him for dinner on Saturday night. Friday morning was an eye-opener for Laszlo. It was one thing to learn about all the ins and outs of accounting and business management in a textbook or a classroom environment, quite another to start seeing how people actually used those skills in a real-life, real-time setting. He was assigned to shadow Silvio, a member of the regular workforce, for the first week or so. Friday night, he told Daniel all about his day. Daniel picked up on a note in his voice when he mentioned Silvio, and asked, “Is he cute?” Laszlo replied, “Yes, now that you mention it. I was too busy listening to pay much attention to that today. Tall, dark curly hair, dark eyes, mmm….” Daniel laughed. “Well, if you can land him, have fun!” Laszlo laughed in turn, “What, no jealousy?” Daniel turned serious. “Laszlo, we talked about this and agreed it was going to be something we wouldn’t feel guilty about if it happened. Not feeling guilty only works if we also don’t feel jealous. And why would I? I trust all those magic words you said to me, and I believe in you – even more, I think, than you believe in yourself. No worries, my love.” Saturday morning, Laszlo woke up late. After grabbing a quick bite and cleaning up, he had to hustle to be on time for his coffee date with Marina. He arrived, she jumped up to hug him (sliding her hand slyly down his butt), and they sat down. Laszlo was laughing. “Still the same Marina.” “Well, duh, you didn’t expect me to change did you?” They both chuckled again at the perennial inside joke over Marina’s I-don’t-care attitude towards getting her gender change surgery. But then she gave him a more penetrating look. “You, on the other hand, are looking really different. My Italian gramma would say that you’d been to the fiesta, your voice had changed! Come on, spill. What’s the big news?” For answer, he took out his phone to show her a picture: a selfie, taken on the beach at the end of the road in Kauai, with that magical panorama of the huge cliffs looming behind the happy pair of handsome men smiling broadly at each other. Marina gasped. “You found him! And by the looks of it, you snagged him too! Laszlo, that is just awesome!” He grinned. “How did you track him down?” Laszlo explained his process of deduction and his extended manhunt. But then he went on to tell her about the intriguing way the last step of getting them together had happened. She shook her head. “Laszlo, you must have been born with a lucky horseshoe up your ass!” That made both of them laugh. She worked on him for more details of what had happened, and then sat there, listening with a huge smile on her face as he told her all about the three special days and nights, culminating in the free romantic dinner on the last night. Along the way, he threw in the way that he and Daniel had arrived, separately but simultaneously, at the decision to quit the porn industry. Marina just kept shaking her head in amazement at the whole story. But when she commented, it was more serious. “You know, Laszlo, I’ve known Daniel for nearly ten years, and the way you’re describing him – it’s like a whole side of him that I’ve never seen, didn’t even know it existed. It’s like he’s been locked for years in a self-made prison – and you found the key, unlocked the door, and set him free.” They talked a little longer about other things before parting, but that thoughtful take on it stuck with him as he walked home again. Coming from someone who knew Daniel as well as Marina did, it came to him as a powerful affirmation of the value of his relationship. That afternoon, he arrived at Jim and Steve’s condo at 4:00. They’d invited him to come for a swim before dinner, “that is,” Jim had said in a mock-serious voice, “if you’re not the kind of guy who finds it hard hanging around a pool with a bunch of good-looking gay boys all eyeing each other and touching each other and… and so on, and so on.” They enjoyed splashing around in the sun-drenched rooftop pool, lounging on the terrace, drinking the canned coolers Steve had brought up in a cold bag, and commenting on the scenery – much of it young, toned to the last ab, and hot as hell. One young fellow in particular, a cute blond with a globe-like ass shown off to perfection by a white thong, wandered by and began flirting with Laszlo, who was happy to join the game. At the same time, though, Laszlo saw out of the corner of his eye that everyone else around the pool was giving them covert glances, as if to see what – if anything – would happen. He made a quick guess and cooled it a bit. Finally, the guy moved on. Going back down in the elevator for dinner, Jim confirmed his guess. “Ricky is the resident slut of the building. Twenty years old but acts like he’s sixteen. Has to try it on with every new guy he sees coming by, so we knew he’d be after you. About the only thing that hasn’t been up inside his ass is a Mack truck. Never refuses an offer to get bred by all cummers.” The three of them laughed. Over a long, leisurely dinner followed by another glass or two of wine, they spent a lot of time talking about what they’d all been up to, since they hadn’t seen each other for over a year – not since the goodbye party for Hawaiian Nine Films, in fact. Jim and Steve had settled back contentedly into their home life, and Steve was enjoying his new job as PR manager of a company which owned Black Gold and half a dozen other restaurants and bars in WeHo and surrounding areas. Jim was taking a bit of a breather from the work world and acting as househusband, although he had a couple of irons in the fire – “…but I have time to decide, I don’t have to jump at the first offer that comes along.” Laszlo told them about his courses, and all about his upcoming work term. Then, in a voice perhaps too elaborately casual, he mentioned his two vacations in Hawaii. Steve picked up on that right away. “Twice you went to Hawaii? Once I could understand but twice sounds suspicious. Some hot Hawaiian surfer boy hooked you when he bit your ass or let you bite his?” Jim laughed but Laszlo blushed as he replied. “Well, as a matter of fact… yes.” And just at that precise moment, his phone buzzed. “Oh, shit, it’s ten o’clock. Sorry about this.” And he clicked onto FaceTime. “Hi, Laszlo!” “Hello, my love.” Jim and Steve were looking at each other with their eyebrows arched a trifle. “Been having yourself a busy day up there?” “Yeah. I’m out at dinner right now and had coffee earlier with Marina.” “With Marina! I’ll be that was fun. And where exactly are you out to dinner? That painting behind you looks sort of familiar.” Steve leaned over and whispered something in Jim’s ear, and Jim’s eyes suddenly opened out along with his mouth like a trio of outsized Cheerios. “It should look familiar. Here, guys, come over and say hello to my new boyfriend.” As always, Daniel’s face blossomed into a shit-eating grin at that word. Jim and Daniel got up and came over, as Laszlo turned his phone around so they could see the screen. Daniel laughed. “Well, will you look who turned up now?” Steve was the first to recover from the surprise. “Listen who’s talking. Daniel, where the hell are you, anyway? Everyone’s been wondering!” “For the moment, still in Hawaii, but I’ll be coming back before too much longer. As the plans fall into place, the happy guy holding the phone will be able to keep you up with the details.” Jim leaned a bit harder. “I want to know why the fuck you ran off on everyone without a hint of a goodbye.” Laszlo cringed slightly. Seeing that, Steve put a hand on Jim’s arm in a “back off” gesture. But Daniel wasn’t fazed. “Put it simply – I was frightened and confused by my feelings. Then the guy who was causing all those confusing and scary feelings came looking for me, he found me – with a bit of help from one of my friends down here – and we’re a couple now. And FaceTiming every night, except Laszlo didn’t tell me he was inviting everyone else to join in on the call this time.” And he gave a fake-irritated cough. Steve and Jim both laughed at that, and Laszlo decided to recover the phone so he could at least look at his man himself for a bit. “Daniel, one thing I can tell you, Marina was absolutely thrilled to hear the news. I’m waiting for a reaction from these two, they’re still in shock.” Steve recovered quickly. “Well, of course, I’m thrilled too! That’s the best news I’ve had all week, and I’m sure you two will make as good a couple as Jim and I do.” Jim coughed. “As good as?” “Well, almost.” They all laughed. Then Jim chimed in again. “It’s wonderful. I’m so happy for both of you. It’s easy to guess that you’ve both been having a rough time for the last year, so getting the chance to heal, and live, and love together is fantastic. Big hugs and kisses to everyone!” Then Laszlo reclaimed the phone again. “There you go, Daniel. Anyone else you’d like me to tell while I’m at it?” “Umm… I don’t think you need to worry. If you’ve told Marina, and Jim and Steve, the news is going to be all over the WeHo gaydar by morning. I won’t specify exactly who will do the leaking.” Laszlo laughed uproariously, and quickly spun the phone around so Daniel could see Jim and Steve pointing accusingly at each other. “Okay, then, Daniel. I’ll cut out for now. After all, I am being a bit rude with my dinner hosts. Talk again tomorrow. I love you so much.” “I love you more. Until tomorrow.” And Laszlo clicked off. “Phew! Just in time!” Jim wiped his brow. “That was on the verge of becoming nauseating.” Steve chided, “Jim! Don’t be so catty!” All three of them laughed again. After some more detailed conversation about Laszlo’s whole experience of hunting Daniel down, and Steve wanting to know a bit about how Daniel’s friend played into the whole thing, Laszlo changed the subject a bit. “There’s still something a bit scary about this. I mean, I’ve still got two terms to go on my college program, and it’s going to take some time for Daniel to make the arrangements to move back up here, so we’re going to be doing long-distance for a while. And I think I’m going to have trouble hacking that for the length of time it’s going to take.” Jim moved over and sat next to him, putting an arm around his shoulders. “Laszlo, I don’t know if Daniel told you but, before I met Steve, I had been in a long-distance relationship for almost six years. My ex and I didn’t plan it that way, it just evolved in that direction. Yes, it’s tough, and it can feel at times like going through hell, but it is workable if you care enough to put in the work to keep it going. Especially in your case, where you can see the light on the horizon and know that it isn’t going to stay that way for ever.” Stave came and sat on his other side. “I get it. For so long, you were pining after him, long before he sold the company and took off. Now you finally got him, and then bang! You had to leave, after just a few days.” “Three.” “Three days. You’re carrying all the euphoria of the beginnings of love, but you’ve got no outlet because the man you love isn’t here. Any time, any time at all, that you need to talk, we’re here and we’ll listen and try to help you in any way we can, because you’re our friend.” Laszlo smiled. “Thanks so much, Jim, Steve. I really appreciate your support. You guys are awesome friends – and as a couple, you’re an awesome role model for how I hope Daniel and I will be together.” With that, Laszlo figured it was about time to say goodbye and stood up. Steve said, in a meaning voice, “Well, you don’t have to rush off just yet if you don’t want to.” Jim elbowed him. But Laszlo just smiled and said, “Not tonight, thanks. I just want to have some time to myself to think my thoughts.” They both said goodbye to him, with hearty hugs and kisses, and with extra kisses for him to give Daniel when he saw him again, and off he went. Steve was still smiling. “I can’t believe they hooked up at last, but it’s great news. Just to see Laszlo really smiling like that, and after he was so miserable all year.” Jim nodded and threw in his two cents’ worth. “And I don’t think I have ever seen Daniel smile like that. Ever! Whatever he’s been doing in Hawaii, it obviously agrees with him.” “Surfing. Didn’t you hear Laszlo? He’s dating a Hawaiian surfer boy. What’s Daniel doing? He’s gone back to his roots and started over, and he’s doing it right this time.” “Just as you said he would. I love how you always guess right about what’s going on, Steve.” Laszlo walked home along the street, a meditative smile on his face. As he went, though, he realized that he would actually have done better to have stayed a little longer at Jim and Steve’s place. He was now aware, and beginning to be painfully aware, that he hadn’t emptied his balls since he’d left Kauai on Tuesday, and now it was Saturday. He was just resigned to having to resort to his right hand, when a voice spoke in his ear. “Hey, sexy. Feeling lonely tonight?” He turned. It was Ricky. He was “dressed” (if you wanted to be charitable) in a pair of tight, white spandex shorts pulled halfway down his ass, and a crop top that was equally tight and cut off just below his pecs. Laszlo quickly glanced around. No one was nearby, and there was a convenient alleyway right beside him. And his cock was already three-quarters of the way to full erection. “Get in here.” He dragged Ricky about twenty steps into the alleyway, just enough to get behind a fire escape, then spun him around and pushed him up against the wall. His hand grasped the waistband of those tiny shorts, then dug inside and fingered the younger guy’s crack. Laszlo leaned close, and grunted, “Is this what you wanted?” Ricky smiled and said, “Fuck, yes. I want your dick inside me.” Laszlo was already hard. He yanked the shorts down, exposing that full ripe peach. His finger went to the hole, and found it was already loose and wet. Sloppy seconds. “How many loads have you got in here already.” “Three.” “This one’s going to be as big as two more. Haven’t fucked in four days and I’m loaded and ready.” “Ooh, yeahhhh….” Laszlo pulled his own pants open, spat on his hand twice, wiped it on his now rock-solid cock, and pushed Ricky’s head up against the wall as he said, “Stick your ass out.” Ricky complied, and Laszlo shoved his big tool deep into Ricky’s loose, wet hole in one long thrust. “Fuck, yeah!” Ricky’s response wasn’t a scream of pain, more a cry of triumph. Laszlo planted his head on Ricky’s shoulder and began talking. He’d already guessed that the little slut liked it vocal. “You like this, don’t you? Yeah, you’re a good little slut, pulling your pants down and taking my cock in a dark alley. You really like this. Really want my fucking load?” “Oh, yeah! Fuck me and breed me.” “You’re not going to be able to keep it all in. It’ll be running out of your ass and staining those pretty white shorts.” “Give to me. I want it.” Laszlo was already getting close. He’d never thought he cared much about these anonymous scenes, but the timing, his own frustration, his overloaded balls, it all transformed him into a back alley breeder, ready to fuck bare in anything that had an ass and would let him in. He was grunting now, feeling his load mounting up the shaft and knowing he was about to fire off inside this piggy kid’s ass – and he didn’t care. He was in full rut, and only cared about planting his seed somewhere. Anywhere. Laszlo groaned. “Fucking gonna cum.” “Yeah! Cum inside my ass. Give it to me!” Laszlo blasted off inside Ricky’s ass, slamming in as hard as he could go on each pulse, as if to shoot so far inside that it would take a week to come back out. At least, that’s what he tried to do. When he pulled out, the tidal wave of spooge that followed just about landed on his feet, and he jumped back just in time. He wiped his dick on his shirt tail, ignoring the pleading eyes that wanted to lick it clean, tucked it back in, slapped Ricky’s ass, and growled, “Great fuck. Keep it in you.” Walking away, Laszlo felt relieved physically, but also grew disgusted with himself. No self control at all, leaping at the town slut without a second thought like that. He hoped Ricky hadn’t given him anything besides a willing, wet hole to fuck.

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

Hung guy here - I love getting in a guy deep, stretching him and when it’s time breeding him balls deep. Pulling out of him slowly afterwards, knowing that I’ve just impregnated him deeply.

I’ve gotten as many as 15 loads in one day and it’s amazing. Physically, it feels very wet. After the first load, you won’t be needing lube. That added wetness makes the fucking extremely comfortable even with larger cocks. Psychologically, it’s such a mind trip. At some point, you will pause and say “damn… I’ve got sperm from 10 different men inside me.” It’s at that point where you’ll become insatiable and as long as your hole is holding up (not getting sore/irritated, etc), you’ll just be wanting more and more. Completely insatiable. Once I have 10 loads in me, I swear I could take 100 more.

Part 8 After the flip fucking and breeding we had done, made even more intense with the chems running through our blood and in our brains, we took a break to catch our breath and to smoke more weed and tina and drink some more of what was left of the liquor we'd had when we started out tonight. In my drug-hazy mind I wasn't sure how or when it had happened, but I noticed we were getting low on the booze. It was just a little after 11:00 P.M. and I knew we'd be wanting more for the night. I'd made arrangements when I booked the room to have all the beer and booze we wanted so I reached for the hotel room phone on the night table to call the front desk to order more. A deep sexy voice answered on the third ring and as I started to give the guy my name, room number and order, Chad slid 2 fingers into my cum-soaked hole and began twisting them around, making me moan softly. “Stop that!” I hissed quietly as I looked at Chad and saw the devious grin on his face. “Excuse me, sir?” the guy at the front desk asked on the other end of the call. “No, not you,” I replied trying to regain my composure as Chad added a third finger and began to slowly fuck them in and out of my hole. “My brother is being an ass!” I said by way of explanation. Chad grinned that beautiful seductive smile at me as he continued to torture me while I was on the phone. The desk clerk laughed at my explanation and seemed to let it pass as I wrapped up my order. At that exact moment Chad entered my hole with a fourth finger causing me to gasp and moan loudly. The desk clerk hesitated a moment and asked if I was all right. I assured him I was and asked him to hurry with the delivery, then quickly hung up the phone. I lay my head back on the bed and spread my hairy thighs wider, moaning continually from the hot sensation of having my little brother's fingers in my cummy and partyed-up hole. “You little shit!” I groaned at him while at the same time pushing against his fingers every time he pushed them into me. I heard Chad snicker. “You're liking it though, aren't you big bro?” he asked in a husky whisper. “Fuck yeah I am!” I'd never been fisted before but I'd seen Chad fisted twice in a couple of 3-ways we'd had and it had been obvious he'd enjoyed it. He had tried to talk me into giving it a try but it never appealed to me. I'd rather have his cock (or someone's cock) in my ass instead of a fist. But now, as high and horny as we both were I was not resisting at all as he slid his four fingers in and out of my pucker, stretching me wider than I'd ever been stretched. I wasn't consciously thinking of him fisting me but at the same time I was wondering if it felt this good or better. Chad scooted up so that he was kneeling on the bed, pushing my legs higher and back toward my chest. This position allowed him to move his fingers in and out at a faster smoother pace while I moaned louder than I probably should have (I didn't know how thin the walls between the rooms were), squirming on the bed in lust-filled pleasure. “Feels good doesn't it Lance?” he asked seductively. “Feels good having your little brother's fingers sawing in and out of your fuck-hole, huh?” “Yes! Oh fuck bro it feels fantastic!” “Now you can understand why I enjoy getting fisted from time to time,” he continued teasingly. “Right?” I spread my legs even wider and agreed with him that, yes, I understood. “Do you want me to fist you, Lance? Do you want your little brother to fist-fuck your horny hot married hole?” I was just about to answer him when suddenly there was a knock on the door making us both jump. “Fuck! It's probably the booze I ordered from the front desk”, I whispered. “Pull your fingers out, Chad!” I instructed him in a low voice, then saying in a louder voice to whoever had knocked, “Hold on. I'll be right there.” Chad cork-screwed his fingers once more inside me then slowly slid them out, smirking at me. Before I realized it or could stop him, Chad jumped off the bed and headed toward the door, glancing back at me and quickly said, “You better cover up big bro!”. I grabbed the bedspread and pulled it up to my waist at the same moment Chad grabbed the knob and opened the door. Standing there was a very handsome man who looked to be maybe early 30's, with a crew cut, a chiseled face, and wearing khaki shorts and a tight sleeveless pull-over shirt. Chad had positioned his lower body behind the door (thankfully!) but his bare torso was visible to our visitor, as was my own bare sweaty chest. He looked back and forth at us each a couple of times, a look of surprise and interest on his suntanned face. “Uh, I've got the beer and liquor you ordered,” he said, trying to sound professional but not really succeeding. “Great!” answered Chad. “C'mon in!”, and pulled the door open wider but remaining behind it, hiding his nakedness. The guy at the doorway hesitated a moment then stepped into the room, pulling a cart on wheels behind him carrying the good-sized order I'd placed. “Chad!” I said loudly, but it was too late. The man was already inside and Chad was closing the door. “Where do you want...”, he started as he turned around, stopping in mid-sentence as he saw my sexy hard-bodied little brother totally naked, his mesmerizing smile covering his face and his dick more than half hard. “Oh, sorry”, he stuttered. “Did I come at a bad time?” he asked. Chad didn't miss a beat. “Not at all, man. Me and my big brother were just having some fun waiting for the booze. I'm Chad and that's my brother Lance”, he said indicating me. “I'm Greg,” the man answered, unable to take his eyes off of Chad's hunky naked body and growing dick. Chad stepped closer to Greg. “Good to meet you, Greg. Thanks for the booze. Do you want to hang out and have some fun with me and my big brother?” I couldn't believe Chad was standing there naked, with an almost total hard-on, asking this gorgeous man to stay and play. My mind was screaming, “Chad! Wtf?!!”, but I felt my own dick growing quickly to full stiffness. I couldn't deny the thought of a 3-way with this hunk was turning me on. Greg was looking around the room like he didn't know what to do or what to say. Then he stopped as if he had seen something. A smile began covering his face as Chad and I watched him move a hand to the crotch of his shorts and he started fondling a quickly growing bulge. “Are you guys partying?” he asked, and I realized he was looking directly at the glass pipe and lighter sitting on the table next to the bed. “Aw crap!” I said, sure we were going to be tossed out at best, if not have the police called on us. But Chad answered in an even voice as he stepped right up to Greg and put his hand over Greg's own hand caressing himself through his shorts. “Yeah, just a little. Is that okay, Greg? We'll share, won't we Lance?” They both glanced over at me and I nodded and said, “Yeah, sure, we'll share.” Greg was grinning widely now as he looked from Chad then to me then back to Chad. He moved both of his hands to Chad's bare body giving Chad complete access to his stuffed shorts. Greg began running his fingers across Chad's lean tight flesh and Chad unsnapped Greg's shorts and let them fall to his ankles. He was wearing a snug fitting yellow jock strap, the pouch already becoming soaked, and the back of which framed two solid globes of man-butt. “Are you going to share everything?” Greg asked in a sexy voice, which I recognized as the same voice I had talked to when I ordered the booze. Chad had already dropped to his knees, pulling Greg's jock strap down as he knelt, revealing a thick hard cut cock at least 8” long and dripping precum. “Oh yeah, we're definitely going to share everything with you man,” Chad answered, slipping his mouth over Greg's rigid meat making Greg and me both moan. (to be continued)

Chapter 4: Dorm Debachuary. We got back to Marc's room and as he started to pour a swift drink, I got naked on his bed As soon as he was done pouring, he stripped and sat on his former roomies bed, saying he's always wanted to play on it, so I joined him there. We kissed and I asked if he was ready for tonight! He took a big swig of his drink, and said after a few more of these. His cock was rock hard, and I said take it easy, don't want any whisky dick tonight! We started playing with each others cocks, and I suggested we put some porn in and edge before Jimmy arrived. Not only did Marc put some porn in, he grabbed a few of his toys. He said he thought it was a good idea to open his tight hole before I fucked him, and I agreed. He had three different dildos he used on himself. He worked his way up to the largest which honestly wasn't much different in size than my cock. Marc fucked himself with the first two dildos, and when he was ready for the largest, he got on all fours and told me to fuck him with it just the way i would fuck him later. I teased him a bit by slapping my cock on his ass cheeks, and rubbing my now leaking cock on his cheeks, being careful not to get my toxic seed in his hole. Once I had teased him, I licked my pre cum from his cheeks, then started darting my tongue into his quivering hole. When he was good and wet from my spit, I had him get on his back so he could watch me as I thrusted his dildo up his ass. I went in slow at first, but he begged me to fuck him harder. I told him I would do that with my cock, and the toy was just to open his tight pink pucker. He was moaning with deep pleasure as the dildo went deeper into his ass. It wasn't long as he took its entire length. It wasn't long before it hit his second hole and he grimaced in pain. I told him to get use to it as my cock wss a good inch or more longer. Once he relaxed some, I started thrusting the dildo inside him. At first, I kept it completely in his ass, but then started taking it completely out and putting it back in his hungry hole. I was hoping that he wouldn't shoot his load, as I wanted to feel his cock pulsing in my ass. Sadly he shot a hands free load on his chest. Before I could lick it off, Jimmy knocked at the door and I got up to let him in.

Chaper 51: Pozzed Well it wasn't me, but the boy that we met at the campground with his Sir sent me a message saying that he had converted. He seemed so happy and I was happy for him. I knew deep in my heart, I wanted to be like him. He asked if I was still on Prep and I said yes. He said he'd love to blow his toxic load in me even though I was. We had made an amazing friendship at the campground and I was confident that after we got together again with my dad and his Sir, I would make my final decision. I suggested that the 4 of us get together at the campground again, and he said his Sir would contact my dad to set it up. My dad told mom that he had planned another bonding weekend, and this time it was an amusement park. Of course that was the "amusement park" at the campground! We met for friend and his Sir there, and his Sir suggested the boys take one cabin, and my dad and him take the other. My friend was smart and told his Sir that I was still on the fence about becoming poz, and he was confident that he could convince me to go off of it. We retreated to our cabins and immediately stripped and I began to hug and kiss my friend, congratulating him on becoming poz. He told me the conversion was tough with the fuck flu that lasted a week. He continued by saying his dad helped him through it though. I asked him how, and his dad constantly filled him with his seed. He said his dad was different now though. He wasn't just getting fucked, but his dad was making love to him during conversion. I told him that my dad had taught him the difference between the two, and I loved it both ways. My friend said his dad was still a pig though, as after he was over the fuck flu, his dad had another group session with his poz friends that were at his conversion party, plus a few more. Both of our cocks were rock hard now, and my friend said let's have sex. I agreed and he asked if I wanted him to fuck me, or make love to me? I said why not both? Our first session was a wild fuck fest with plenty of verbal poz talk. We didn't even have time to set up the sling, but we had sex throughout the cabin. My friend told me for this session, i was to refer to him as Sir and as such he would address me however he wished We fucked in the kitchen, over the counter and on the table. We fucked on the sofa and ended up in the bed. I suspected that we were moving around so that my friend could edge in me to make it a much longer session. There was nothing romantic about this round of sex, in fact the poz talk was even more intense than the role play my dad and I had. Once he had shot his toxic load in me, he plugged my ass, and we cuddled and kissed in the bed. His first words were my toxic seed will now grow in you, and you will be mine forever. These are the exact words I knew my dad would say when and if he converted me.

Jason I woke-up the next morning, my internal alarm clock going off to let me know was time to get ready for work. I briefly contemplated the idea of calling out sick, and spending it with Quinn but remember he couldn't miss many days and if, no, when he got sick he'd need to be home and I would need to be there to take care of him, so gently extracting myself from my beautiful lover, I headed to the bedroom to shut-off the alarm, afterwards to the bathroom where I turned the shower on, and while the water was getting hot, I went to pick-out my work clothing. Man, I really didn't want to go to work. Usually I operated on autopilot, but this particular day I had so much to think about. I needed to make arrangements with the school to go on record as Quinn's emergency contact, I needed to do some shopping as Quinn only had one set of clothing to his name, (other than the work-out stuff he had left at his Mom's trailer). Being single, and not a party person, I was a big saver, so I was sitting very well off financially, but if Quinn wanted to continue his education, then college wouldn't be cheap. I could handle the costs, but I preferred to have things planned out. As I was thinking about all of these matters, I gathered all my work stuff and headed back into the shower. The steam from the shower felt really good against my skin, and stepping into the shower I couldn't help but smile at how the thought of how lucky I was. Things could have gone so terribly badly yesterday, but the shower saved us: saved my Quinn. I smiled as I thought of the thought of look on his face when he got a face full of water from the jets. Ducking my head under the spray I realize just how bad I had fallen for Quinn. I realized he meant everything to me a realization that somewhat scared me. I had made myself independent from the need of intimacy, which meant I had walled myself off from any chance of becoming to emotionally involved with anyone. I had Tim, Laura and the girls, but that's a familial closeness, not an emotional bond, quite unlike the all-encompassing devotion of a lover. Tim was the closest I had to this feeling when we were younger but I even have to admit to myself it wasn't nearly this strong. I would literally do anything for Quinn. As I shampooed my hair, my thoughts returned to the look I saw in Quinn yesterday, how he looked when I leaned him back into the spray and rinsed his hair. How his eyes, and then his soul came out from the dark hell to stare at me and then pull me into a kiss that I was so afraid that I might never get again. I thought Quinn loved and needed me as much as I needed him but he was so young, and I knew the young are so prone to changing their minds. Was that the reason I felt so strongly about infecting him? Was I so afraid of losing him that I would make him sick, and in his dependency I could selfishly keep him all to myself? But I also knew full well that such an artificial dependency could backfire. He could start to resent and even hate me for having converted him and then I'd lose him for good. As all these thoughts swam around in my head, like sharks looking for prey, I finished my shower, and shaved myself, consciously looking closely at myself to see if I could see the monster inside me working its way out. How evil of a man was I to take advantage of such a poor kid? As I finished dressing I made a decision. I strode down the hall into the living room, only for my conviction to all but desert me. Stretched out on the sofa was my naked angel. The curve of his hot ass, and then the dip of his lower back, sloping up to those beautiful shoulder blades practically undermined my decision. I walked over to him and leaning over, kissed his sleeping forehead, quietly saying "Hey, sleeping beauty, it's time to get ready for school." Quinn whimpers as he turns his face and I can't help but cry out as well. His eye is one massive black bruise that extends down to the middle of his cheek. I'm shocked that he can still open his eye. "Oh my gawd Quinn, can you see okay?" He winces but says "yeah I can see alright, I'll be fine. Its happened a couple times before I'll be ok" He sounds like he's trying to convince himself and part of my brain also wonders if when he says he'll be ok if he means the bruise or my virus. Is he still trying to convince himself that this is what he has to do to stay with me? Did I make him believe that he had to do this? What kind of monster am I? "Would you like to stay home baby?" "No I can't afford to for something like this and I can't afford to miss much school." I feel like I've been hit in the gut. I know he's talking about when he converts and I hate myself for this. I stoke the side of his face that isn't bruised and he leans into hit. Doe's he want my love so bad that he's willing to get HIV? Just to have someone that will protect him and take care of him and maybe he doesn't really love me but he thinks he is? "Ok hon, you get ready and I'll make breakfast. Your cloths are still in the dryer." He leans towards me for a kiss but I pretend that I didn't notice and head into the kitchen to start our meal. Placing the pan on the stove to heat up, I then get out the eggs, tortilla's, mushrooms, cheese, tomatoes, onion's to make breakfast burritos. As I'm grating the cheese I rub to much and scrape the skin of my finger. The onion is making my eyes burn more then usual, and then I nick myself cutting the tomatoes up. Finally I crack an egg on the frying pan to hard and get it all down the side and on the stove I'm so agitated that all I'm doing is making a huge fucking mess. I finally get it all cooked up and as I'm emptying the contents of the skillet into a bowl I burn myself. "Goddamn it mother fucker" I scream and throw the pan into the sink and run my hand under the cold water. Quinn come racing down the hall into the kitchen. "Hey you okay!" "Yes, I mean No, I mean ...I'll be fine" and I'm trying to swallow my frustration and anger. "A very smart man told me that when someone says I'll be fine it means they're not fine now." "Yeah maybe that man wasn't so fucking smart." Quinn starts and looks at me with hurt in his eyes. "Its not you its me." "OH, ah ok. I see." His voice is all monotone and there's a hitch to it. "Well its ok and I understand and appreciate you helping me. I'll get my things and get out of your way." "What?" "Its ok you don't have to take care of me. You don't even have to worry about infecting me I'll just go to the doctor now I've got time so you don't have to feel like your responsible." I can see his heart breaking as he is misinterpreting what the situation. "Oh no you don't" I say and before I can say anything else Quinn punches me right in the mouth. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN NO I DON'T. IS THAT ALL I FUCKING AM TO YOU IS SOME NEGATIVE HOLE FOR YOU TO FUCKING INFECT. YOU'RE ALL SET TO TOSS ME OUT THE DOOR BUT AS SOON AS I SAY I'M GOING TO GO GET TREATED YOU SUDDENLY TELL ME NO I DON'T! YOU ARROGANT FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Then he's racing out the door and leaving. "QUINN!" I scream as the door slams behind him. I stand there thinking I deserve this. I shouldn't have taken advantage of him. He'll find someone better. But then I realize no he wont. He may not live to have a chance to find someone better. His mom will probably take him back just so that she can keep the income for selling him but what about the guy that raped him. He'll probably want revenge, and if not him what other guy might decide to do something worse to him. And those thoughts make me livid. And I realize that I'm not angry and JUST the injustice that will befall my Quinn but because he is MY Quinn. I DO love him and I DO care for him and I'll just have to take damn good care of him so that he will always know that he and I belong together. I rush out the door and I seem him rounding the corner at the end of the street. He may be fast but my legs are longer and I sprint after him. I catch up to him right in front of Shanty Market. I grab his arm and he swings his other fist at me while crying. "Just get the fuck away from me! I'm tired of everyone hurt.." I shut him up the best way I know how. I pull him struggling to me and kiss him. Its killing me as my lip is all swollen and split but its a small price to pay to convince this man that I don't ever want him to leave me. Quinn just stands there like a wooden board. He's not trying to get away but he's not kissing me back either. I release his lips and look down at him. "Are you done." His eyes are all swollen but the glare I'm getting makes me very glad he can't shoot lasers from them. "No I'm not" and I lean over and kiss him some more. I wrap my arms around his lower back and pull him off his feet, turn around and start to walk back towards our house with my lips firmly attached to his. He starts to struggle a bit and then he just starts to laugh. "Ok Ok I'm getting the point." He says into my mouth. I stop walking and pull my lips back slightly. "You sure?" "But you were..." I plant my lips over his again and start to head back to the house. He starts laughing some more and his hitting me on the shoulder but not in anger. I stop again and pull back looking him in the eyes. Then he says "I thought you were mad at..." I again cover his mouth with mine and start walking again. He starts pounding on my shoulders again and I just keep walking. The Quinn puts his arms around my neck and starts to kiss me back. Now when I stop and pull away he says "Okay what do I have to do to get you to put me down?" but he's grinning at me. "That's easy. Just tell me you love me and want to be with me." "But Jason I thought you kne..." I plant my lips on his and start walking. This time Quinn just wraps his legs around my waist and kisses me for dear life. "Jason I love you so much" He mumbles against my lips. I stop but don't set him down I just kiss him back. Suddenly a car stops next to us. "Hey your a fucking fag!" The passenger yells out the window. Before I can reply, Quinn says "I go this" to me. "Yeah I am and as you can see I have a lover so will you please stop following me and asking me out. I'm a one mans man" He shouts at the car. The two people in the car look completely stunned but no more so then I do. I would never have expected this to come from my timid little man. He slides his legs down off of my waist, laces his fingers with mine and says "Come on love lets go home." As we walk away the car just sits there. "Love I think you put those people into shock." "Good, they can find a fight somewhere else I've had one fight today I'm not looking for another." We get back to the house with no problems. Once inside we quickly get our stuff for school and work. As Quinn gets his pack I make us two burritos each, wrap them in paper towels and hand him his as we race out the door. "I'm sorry love." I tell him as I'm driving to work. "I guess I'm just feeling guilty and insecure" Quinn start to chock on his breakfast "What!" He manages to get out. "How are YOU feeling insecure? I'm the.." "NO do NOT say that awful phrase, I so fucking detest that!" "OK, your right I promised. But what in the hell are you feeling insecure about? Its not like I've got guys lining up to be nice to me." "Not yet." "HUH?" "Quinn, hon, you don't get it so let me spell it out for you. First do you want to go to collage?" "I'd like to yes" "Ok so no one there is likely to know about your past right?" "Well probably not." "So they are going to see YOU, not what your mom made you do, not what you had to do to survive they are going to see you for what you are." "Yeah and just what is that?" "A very hot, sincere young man, that is very smart, friendly and attractive." "I think hot and attractive are synonymous and I'm not that smart." "Oh, really? So your not that smart huh?" "You know that." "Hmm ok what was that big word you just used?" "What word?" "You said and I Quote: I think hot and attractive are.. ok now fill in the blank for me" "synonymous?" "Yeah that one. And what does it mean?" "That two words are alike" "How many other kids have you heard use that word?" "Just Alex that I'm aware of." "Whose Alex?" "Oh he's the brainiac ..OH" "Yeah and what is your average gpa right now?" "I'm getting a 3.8" "Why aren't you getting a 4.0?" "Well I was having problems with math till you helped me." "But I'm not helping you with your other subjects and you're getting 4.0's there right" "Yeah" "So I hardly feel, based on the evidence I see, that your dumb. Now back to my insecurities. So you go to collage and you see other young, attractive guys and they see you. I'm 13 years older then you your going to want to go out with guys your age and I'm going to be left alone in my house again and I..." "OK WHOA! My turn! There are a whole lot of reasons why I love you and that isn't going to change." "But you don't.." "Hey hush a minute okay? Now as I was saying, I'm not going to change. Yeah sure your 13 years older then me but MAN dude have you really looked at yourself in the mirror? Jason your hot as hell so looks wise younger guys haven't got a thing on you. Also you saved my life in more ways then one and you know that." "Yeah but I don't want you to feel you have to be with me I want you to be with me cause want to not because you feel obligated" "Jason I was in love with you before that happened and before you come up with one more thing I want YOU to think about what you said at the start of this conversation." "What was that?" "You said when I go to college they wouldn't know about my past and my mother and all that has happened right?" "Yeah, you can start fresh." "Jason, if its one thing I know its that you really can't ever start fresh, life follows you. So let me give you this scenario. Lets say I do find another guy, and lets say we move in together. We're walking down the street and a man approaches us and says Hey Jason baby how's that sweet ass of yours? How much you charge an old friend? Just what do you think is going to be my boyfriends reaction to that? Now don't actually tell me just think about that for a sec. You already know my past, you know what I've done and whats been done to me. You accept these things and don't hold them against me in fact more then that you love me in spite of them. You do love me right?" "Baby you know I do." "So don't you know that I love you just as much? Can't you see that? I don't want us to fight over this when its pretty obvious that we're both perfect for each other. We are both what the other needs and desires and there is NO ONE better suited for either of us." "And the boy says he's dumb" I mumble. "Yeah well maybe your rubbing off on me" "I'd rather be rubbing all over you" and I flash him my most evil smile. "Hmm me too. So we good now?" "OH yeah we're beyond good. So now that you've put me in my place." Quinn breaks into his adorable shit eating grin. "We're almost there and there are a few other things really quick. You need to go to the office and change your emergency contact number." "Oh I need that again please." "What happened to the one I gave you?" "Its right here" he reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a white lump of paper mulch. "You washed and dried it" he snickers. "Oh yeah I did do that didn't I" I smile back. Ok so when we get there I'll write that out again. Also see if you can get your assignments for your afternoon classes early. I'm going to pick you up at lunch time and we have a ton of errands to do." "Such as?" "Such as you need cloths and supplies for school. Also I want a Doctor to look at your face and make sure your check isn't fractured or something. I'm sure its fine but I'd just feel better if it was looked at. "No, I'm good, its ok honest, I'll be fine." Quinn looks like he's about to panic. "Whoa baby its ok calm down whats wrong?" "I really don't like Dr's. Dina always dragged me to them and they all knew why she was bringing me there and its to embarrassing." I pull up to the park next to the school and park. Turning I look at Quinn's face, the bruise looks so awful. "Hon, your going to have to get used to seeing a doctor on a regular basis one way or another and the sooner the better. I'll pick you up around lunch." "OK your right." Quinn grabs his back from the floor and then looks up at me. "Can I ask a favor?" "Sure can love" "Can I have a kiss?" "Love you can have one of those any time you want" and I reach across the seat and pull him to me and fold into my side and we both lean forward and gently kiss each other. I nuzzle his hair before letting him go. "I'll catch you in a few hours love." "I cant wait" he give me a quick kiss on the check, gets out of the car and starts walking across the part towards school and I just can't stop watching that ass of his. Finally I pull out and finish the drive to work. I may have felt completely insecure first thing this morning but as of this moment all feels right in the world. I walk into the office and wave to Nancy at the front while on my way by. "Morning Jas" "Hey Nanc, and how are you doing beautiful" Nanc smile and says "Evidently not as good as you. Did you have a good weekend?" "It was amazing." Is all I can say and I just smile on my way to my desk. As soon as I logged into my computer I sent John with a cc to Tim requesting to get off work early today and then started taking calls. The first two hours just floated by in no time. My email box flagged letting me know that I finally got a response from John, but as I opened it the email was from Tim requesting that I come to his office in 20 min. About 5 min's till and John walks by and gives me the strangest look, like he's hiding a smirk or something. Suddenly the world doesn't feel right. John has avoided coming any where near me since our fight and now he walks by and looks at me. That's enough to get my mind working. I'm not sure what's going on but if John is acting like that then its probably not good. Well no since putting it off I head over to Tim's office. Tapping on Tim's door I open it and walk in. Tim's standing with his back to the door looking out the window. "Please shut the door behind you Jason." "Sure" I close the door and step towards Tim "What's up" "What the fuck are you doing with my son!" He spits, "And why the fuck did you tell his mother who I was? I thought I made it clear that I wanted that to be kept in confidence between us. Or did the thought of fucking some young kid get in the way of your brain! And what the fuck is this that your HIV+?! Your fucking my son and infecting him and you have the god damn balls to come into my office! You couldn't have me any more so your going to fuck my son and make him sick. Is this some fuck twisted way of getting revenge on me for marrying Laura and leaving you behind?" If it hadn't been for John's warning I might have been speechless but I was forewarned enough by his odd behavior to expect a blow up but not this. This did catch me off guard but I'm quick to recover. "OH so now he's your son?! You can't life a self righteous fucking finger to help him when you know what's being done to him by his own mother, but you gladly jump on your fucking soap box if you hear a rumor that your best friend of how many god damn years might be fucking him. And how DARE you make the accusation that I might be doing to it for revenge. If I had revenge in mind after all these fucking years I have plenty of other ways of exacting that without setting myself up for a confrontation at work. Only you sanctimonious breeders are that stupid, most gay men and especially myself prefer that if we are going to get revenge we remain on the sidelines to observe it not to get wrapped up in it. As to how his mother knows well you fucktard how do you think she knows? I mean let me think here you stuck your dick in her you didn't use protection and you came in her. How the fuck else do you think she knows, you god damn idiot?" "I want your resignation on my desk and I want you out of my office, do I make myself clear!" "Perfectly. I clear out my desk and be out of here in 10 min. OH and anything at my house that belongs to Laura and the girls I'm just mail here." "What are you going to tell Laura?" Taking a chapter from Quinn's book I level Tim with a glare that should have incinerated him. "Absolutely nothing. You can handle that any way you want. Just like you want to cut me out of your life I'm doing the same to you. OH and that include cutting you out of Quinn's. OH wait you've pretty much never been there for him anyway. Well let me make this clear to you you never will either" "What's that supposed to mean?" "It means that Quinn is a very important part of MY life and since you don't want any part of me you get no part of him. He's living with me now." I've had enough of this conversation and I turn and head for the door. "Wait a sec, you never told me if your HIV+" Spinning around I look him straight in the eye and very quietly say "Its none of your god dammed business and neither is any other part of my life from this point on. I hope you rot in hell!" I then open and slam the door hard enough to make the walls shake. Everyone in the office is staring at me as I walk to my desk. I see John headed in my direction and very loudly say "If you say one mother fucking word to me they will have to surgically remove your head from your ass and then explain to them why Pedophile is written in permanent ink on your ass. I'm sure Missy would LOVE to hear the story behind that!" "He was 18 so he was legal" Suddenly everyone in the office is no longer staring at me but at John. "Thank you John for tightening the noose around your neck as since Missy is not here due to maternity leave I'm sure when she returns one of these wonderful employee's will let her know what you just confessed. That is if they even wait for her to come back before they tell her. I think she has a few close friend here if I'm not mistaken. Isn't that right Nanc?" "She's number 2" Nanc replys. "Number 2 for what Nanc?" "She's number 2 on my speed dial." "OH dear I'd say it sucks to be you John, have a nice day." "I wont forget this you faggot" "Hmm now isn't that the pot calling the kettle black? But I will say this," and my voice gets very low and menacing. I would highly recommend you don't forget this. In fact I would suggest you learn a very valuable lesson from this. You get in my way and I will fuck you up beyond repair. What just happened here is nothing compared to what I will do if you ever come near me or Quinn again. The last guy that hurt Quinn can very close to losing his balls and I don't mean that figuratively. He probably had to have stitches from where I held the knife and if you don't believe me ask Quinn's mother." John's eyes are fairly bulging from his head and he gulps and backs away from me. I don't know if he believed it when I first said it but by the time I was done I'm pretty sure he was convinced I was telling the truth. I get to my desk and quickly pack everything up in the box John obviously left in my chair for this purpose. I can't help but grin when I think he's going to need a much bigger box when Missy hears about all of this. As I'm headed out the office a number of my fellow employees come over to hug me or pat me on the back. As I'm headed out the door Nanc says, "Jas you know whose 3?" "No Nanc I don't know, whose 3?" "Laura is 3" "OH Nanc no just let it go. I don't want to involve her and the girls." "Oh hon its done and just to let you know, she's 5 on Judy's and she 6 on Jennies. Her daddy started this you know that. We all go way back." "Oh fuck this is getting ugly." "But hon, you just sit on the sidelines for this one. Now go take care of that cute man of yours, and Jas, don't be a stranger I love you." and she comes across the counter and give me a huge hug and we're both sniffing up a storm. "Ok after all this blows down a bit we'll have a girls night." "Your on." And I thought that was the worst that could happen that day

Quinn's response caused my cock, which was already impossibly hard, to jerk and spit in his ass. The 'monster' had claimed me, and I just had to plant as much of my toxic seed in his ass as I could. Afterwards we lay there and I continued to stir my cock in the juices bottled-up inside his ass. Groggily, he lay there, moaning as I picked-up tempo. I slid into him making sure I bottomed-out, getting all of my eight inches in as deeply as possible. Each time I hilted-up Quinn let out a gasp and moan which I took to be born somewhat in pleasure and more so in pain. I reasoned he had been somewhat torn-up by what happened at his Mom's place, and what I had been doing to him. The thought of what that bastard 'John' did to Quinn infuriated me and adding to my fury was that his mother allowed it to happen, even condoned it, labeling Quinn a bad child when Quinn told her he didn't want some fat ugly man to fuck him! Unconsciously I drove my cock even harder into Quinn, pounding his ass in my anger, and not until he whimpered did I realize what I was doing. "Ahhh Jason, it hurts, please take it easy." I tried to, but it was too late: my cock was in his ass and it was in charge. I knew I was hurting him, and a part of me I wanted to stop, but but I couldn't. I drove my dick deep inside his ass, slid my arms up his side, hooking his legs, and positioning them up to my shoulders. Once they were securely in place, I reached under him, pulling his body upwards, so he was somewhat on his shoulders, then I straighten my legs, which caused my cock to slide out most the way, and then I dropped my hips onto Quinn. He cried-out as I hit bottom and tried to wiggle away, but I had control of his body, and was determined to reach as far into his ass as was possible. "Shh shh baby its ok we're almost there." I can feel it in my balls, they were tightening-up, getting ready to eject their load into Quinn's fertile ass. My cock was expanding and lengthening, getting ready to fire. "Are you ready, baby? I'm going to breed you again. This is what we both want." Quinn whimpered and I honestly couldn't tell if it was from the pain or in agreement, but the sound makes my nuts fire. I could feel my semen racing down my cock, my semen and the virus it carried racing to find an opening, a crack in Quinn's defenses, a crack in defenses through which it could lodge itself and grow, merging with him, infecting him making him one of us, one with us. I captured his lips with mine as I spewed my load into his ass, trying to kiss the pain away, to distract him. I released my lock on his shoulders and cradled his head, pulling him to my mouth. My balls contracted one last time, sending one last charged spurt of cum into my lover, trying to get as much toxin into him as my body could produce. Rolling the two of us over onto our sides, I released his legs, although I still kept him tucked into a ball against my chest. "You did great love. I know it hurt and I love you so much for allowing me to do this with you. Just rest now babe." "I love you too Jason" Quinn said, his fingers tracing my tattoo. We cuddled and dozed, my cock still lodged in his tight ass. *********************************************************** Quinn Butt fucking, gawd, my ass felt like it was on fire, but I knew this was would happen when I submitted to Jason - when I made up my mind to be completely his, and let him fill me up with his HIV. As much as I love him, (and the sex has been absolutely amazing), I was just as glad that he had stopped for a while as my ass and my balls both needed a break. I could feel Jason finally softening up inside me but as tightly as he had entrapped my waiste with his legs, I didn't think his cock would ever come all the way out. Which as okay: at least he wasn't pounding me and ripping my hole open. "Love," I said, "can we please take a break now? I'm not sure I can take much more." "Sure, baby, sure. I'm sorry I hurt you." "I know it's ok." With that, Jason very slowly and gently pulls his thick cock from my ass. As it popped-out and the air hit my hole, I couldn't help but hiss. "Oh damn," and murmured as I lay there, panting, "oh, fuck, that hurts so good." "I'm sorry, love. Just roll onto your stomach and stay like that. I'll be right back." Jason disentangled himself from me and went into the bathroom. I heard the water flowing, and I figured he was cleaning-up. Soon I heard him returning, and, looking over my shoulder, I saw he was approaching me, carrying a wash cloth. He placed the cool cloth on my check and gently washed first the right side, then skipping over my crack he washed the left, and then very gently worked his way inwards spreading the cool cloth over my ravaged ass. Even as gentle as he was, it still stung a bit, but the coolness was refreshing. Afterwards Jason leaned over and kissed me between my shoulder blades, then up the back of my neck, over to my shoulder and up to my ear where he murmured "Hey." "Hmm." "How about we go back to the front room, cuddle on the couch, have some some Chinese food, and watch some movies? Sound like a plan to you?" "Yeah, I could go with that." "Awesome" he breathed into my ear. I turned my head, and we looked at each other. Then I leaned forward and kissed him, saying "I could get used to that." He smiled in reply, murmuring "Yeah, me too." Straightening-up, Jason offered me a help, I rolled over, took his hand, and gingerly stood-up, only to fall again into his arms. He tucked my head beneath his chin and enveloped me with his body. I felt so safe with him. I could feel his breath on my hair, I could hear his heart beat in his chest and I could sense just how much he loved me and that this is where I belonged. Finally he straightened-up, released me, but simultaneously taking my hand and intertwining his fingers with mine. As we walked-down hallway, we couldn't help but grin and giggle as we passed the laundry closet. "That was one of my better ideas." "Yeah. I think I can agree. That was pretty amazing." "The movies are under the TV. Pick-out something and I'll get us some plates" and he heads into the kitchen. Stepping into the living room I finally looked around. Jason had great taste. Everything seemed to work together. Living like I had with my Mom, I really don't know if anything of his was expensive, but to my inexperienced it seemed to be. There was, however, one thing which I knew to be expensive and that was the 65" flat screen TV mounted on the wall. I swear it was wider then my room was at the trailer park. Underneath it was a long movie case with seemingly hundreds of DVD's. Opening the glass door, I began to sift through them, noting he had everything from animations to zombies, comedy to horror. 'Geez where do I begin?' I thought. About then Jason entered the room carrying some plates, and he asked "Find anything yet?" "Oh my gawd. Are you kidding? Where do I start?" Jason looked at me, curiosity written plainly on his face, and then, realizing, perhaps, that I had perhaps seen virtually none of the movies, he grinned a bit sheepishly "Ah well, I entertain my friends' two daughters from time to time, and then there is 'Guys night' and 'Girls night'...." "Ahhhh, 'Girls night???'" "Well, yeah. Laura and I hang out and watch the sappy romantics that Tim won't watch, then Tim and I will watch the horror movies that Laura doesn't like, so yeah, I have got a ton of movies." Suddenly I felt insecure. I didn't know these people, what inwardly speculated 'They don't know me and they probably won't like me. No one in this town has ever liked me but Jason. What if they convince him that I'm to young for him or that I'm too stupid or that I'm just a worthless whore and he should run me off? I was afraid of these people who I had never met. "Quinn?" "Yeah?" "What's wrong, baby?" "What if.... What if they don't like me?" I quietly asked, "what if they don't approve of me?" "Well, Tim already likes you." "Huh?" "Tim is my boss and friend. He's the one who set us up in the extra room at the office, and provided the supplies and drinks for your studies." "Oh." "And Laura is his wife, and they have two daughters, Stacy and Isabel. All of them are the nicest of people, and like just about everyone, so you'll be just fine, hon." "Are they going to be ok with us?" "It may take them some time to get used to the idea, but pretty soon they'll treat you just like one of the family." "Ok. Well, if you say so." "I do say so. Now, choose your food, grab a seat and I'll pick a movie. Do you have any idea what you'd like to watch?" "Whatever you want is fine." "Quinn, at least give me a hint of what you'd like," gesturing at the kajillion movies in the cabinet. "Oh, I don't know something funny? Something..., Oh, just whatever." A grin crossed Jason's face "'Something ..., Oh whatever'? And just want kind of whatever is it you're afraid to ask?" I could feel my face starting to blush and my ears went beet red, so I quickly turned, grabbed a plate and started going through the food choices. Jason, however, wouldn't let me off the hook that easily, as approaching me, he leaned-in close and asked "Were you thinking maybe something..., maybe a little romantic?" as he batted his lashes at me. I couldn't help but laugh "Yeah, kinda." "Okay. How about funny and romantic. Will that work?" "Yeah, I'd like that." We spend the rest of the evening laughing and crying through a number of movies. I was never before so happy. I was warm, comfortable, and had a wonderful man who made me laugh, cry and feel safe. At some point during the night we fell asleep on the couch, curled up against one another. As far as I was concerned, life was perfect.