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Prey animals evolve to avoid detection and predation. Predators evolve to hunt prey. The outcome of this evolution is that a prey animal knows a predator when he sees one, and vice versa. Any encounter that one picks with the other is voluntary, even if it's destructive. He knew I was a predator. I met him for the first time on my 54th birthday. I wasn't normally a birthday guy, but this one felt special for some reason. He was a new intern at the firm on summer break. It was the boy's second day, but he'd already looked up all the higher-ups' birthdays on Facebook. Boy wanted to make authority figures feel respected. He came too late to get to know me very well, so his gift was shitty. He looked up at me with his big, brown doe eyes and said, "Happy birthday, sir! I got you this fancy pen. I'm sorry my present wasn't better. Let me know if I can make it up to you!" I looked down at him and let my eyes speak my mind. The boy never followed dress code: his pants were too tight and his shirts were too large. He had long, soft hair and near-perfect complexion. He was about a foot shorter than me. His smile was beautiful, but it seemed to hide a certain wickedness. "I'm not a pen guy," I said. "Make it up to me." His face, which looked hurt at first, suddenly contorted into an empty, lustful gaze. He looked down at the bulge I'd never made an effort to hide. "Look at me, new boy. Can't misbehave on your second day." I put my hand on his cheek and stroked it. He was soft as butter. "I'm sorry, sir," he whispered. "You're gonna make it up to me, right?" "Yes, sir." "Good boy. You'll do just fine here. I'm gonna take you out to a drink tonight, okay? I like to get to know my new interns intimately." He blushed. Adorable. "Sir, I'm not 21..." "You have a fake?" He nodded his head. "I'm picking you up at your parents' place tonight after dark. Stay up til 1. I'm taking you straight to the bar." I did. I spent that Friday evening at the bathhouse. I got a lot of mileage out of it being birthday. Nobody was scared to take my loads that night. I'd lied and told them I was back on my meds. I got back to my place at 12:30. I rifled through my dirty laundry. I wanted to smell overpowering. I settled on a sweaty wife-beater I put on for the gym, the undies I'd had on at the bathhouse, and a pair of Levi's. I drove over to his place and texted him. The house lights were off, so his parents were asleep. He walked out nervously and sat in my passenger seat. He looked tired. "You're gonna love this place," I said. I took him to the Brothers' in Broadripple and poured long island iced teas into him until I could tell he wasn't gonna be coy anymore. I knew he was prey since I laid eyes on him, but it shocked me how willing he was to be hunted. After his second, he looked down on my arm until his eyes reached the biohazard tattoo on my forearm. He smiled shamelessly. He reached out and touched it, saying, "I heard men with tattoos like this were dangerous." I grinned. I don't know how, but the boy had already been corrupted. It felt pointless to go through the process of breaking him. He'd already been corrupted. But if he thought other doms pushed him before, he had no idea what was in store for him tonight. "That's right, baby. Where'd you learn that?" He hesitated and stuttered. "Um... on Twitter, I think." "You know what this tattoo means, don't you?" The waitress brought him a tequila shot I ordered while he was distracted. "I know what your tattoo means." he was stroking my tattoo, now. "Good boy. Tell Daddy what it means." "It means you're poz." "Good boy," I said. "Does that intimidate you?" He shook his head. "How old are you, boy?" He leaned forward and whispered, "I'm 18, sir. You weren't the only one with a birthday today." I pulled his hand away from my tattoo and onto my thigh. My cock was getting hard very slowly. "That means I'm legal, sir. I want a birthday gift, too." He reached his hand onto my cock. I could tell by his face that he was surprised—pleasantly—by how big it was. "A gift I can keep with me forever." He was drunk. I bet he was watching poz play videos all afternoon, and the liquor brought it out of him. He clearly hadn't thought this through. He was horny and trying to live out a dangerous, self-destructive fantasy. I let him. "I don't have any condoms," I said. He looked worried, like he was having a crisis of conscience. I bought him another tequila shot and his mood improved. "But you're mature enough to pull out. Aren't you?" he was still worried, but if he was offering himself an out, I wouldn't accept it. He needed to know what I had planned for him. "I'm not gonna pull out," I said. He moaned. I couldn't believe this kid. "You know I'm poz. You know I'm twice as big as you. I bet you stumbled on poz porn for the first time a little bit ago. You have a voice inside your head urging you to have sleazy, illicit, dangerous sex. You're addicted to the thought of your guts being flooded by a diseased pervert. Is that right?" He brought my tattoo up to his mouth and kissed it, letting a little spit linger between his tongue and my arm. "That's right." "It'll never go away. Never. You're gonna watch dozens of verbal poz play videos every day until you give in. Tease guys into raping you. Soon the idea of a guy being neg is gonna turn you off, make him seem like he's not a man." I stood up. "This is forever. Once you're poz, you're poz. If my dick is in your guts, it's because I'm gonna flood them. I'm not pulling out. There's no guarantee I'll infect you, so if this is what you really want, you need to know it's a commitment I won't stop breeding you until you're mine. You're drunk, and you'll hate yourself in the morning for choosing this, so think it over. But once I breed you, I own you." I knew what he was gonna choose, but he might never be able to forgive himself. Fine by me. I walked to the bathroom to piss. I had a lot of beer. 10 seconds in, the boy had made up his mind. He walked into the bathroom, dropped to his knees between me and the toilet, and aimed my piss into his mouth. He drank it for maybe 45 whole seconds, tapping the tip of my cock against his tongue and sucking the rest out of the slit. I was hard as a rock. His hand looked so tiny cupped around my balls. He licked as much piss off the urinal as he could. In that moment, I realized why I loved being 54. I was exactly three times as old as my preferred prey. I picked him up to his feet by the throat and carried him to the window. I forced it open, dumped him outside, and hopped out. I carried him over my shoulder, my big, strong hand on his soft ass the whole time. I put him in the back seat of the Cadillac and locked the doors. He looked scared, but his dick was stiff in his shorts. "No going back now, boy," I said. He almost looked like he regretted it, but he didn't fight back at all. I started to drive us to the nearest motel. If he knew what I had in store for him, he would've avoided me like so many other employees tried to. But this young piece of meat acted like he craved to be turned into a whore, and I was going to do it whether he really wanted to or not. "You got fifteen minutes until I turn that boypussy inside out for hours with my fat poz cock. Any last words, meat?" He looked like he was falling in love with me. "I wish I joined your firm two years ago..." "Happy birthday, boy," I said as I parked the car in front of a Red Roof Inn. "Get ready for your gift." TBC

Part 27 As I felt Kevin begin moving his cock in and out of my eager hole I was swept up in the sensations I was feeling in my well-fucked cum-soaked cheating hole. I realized his dick felt just as good or better now as it did when he had fucked me the first time. Only this time, I thought, it was all so much hotter because now I knew he was poz and I couldn't believe how much that turned me on. I wanted and needed to let him know. Arching my back I slammed my ass back hard toward him and began spewing filthy sexy words out of my mouth to let him know what I was craving. “Oh fuck yeah, Kevin! Do it stud! Fuck my cheating married daddy ass with your hard raw dick! Your POZ dick! I want your toxic cum filling up my fuckhole again like you did at the park! Oh gawd please man I need it! Please give it to me!” There were no walls left to come down, there was no resistance. I wanted raw man sex with the fuck smoke and all the poz cocks and cum loads these hellish animals had to give me. I heard Kevin chuckle hoarsely even as he gripped my hips tighter and increased the power of his fuck-strokes. “Like father like son,” he laughed lewdly. “You and your son are both the same. Both addicted to the fuck smoke and to having your manholes fucked with raw dick and filled with viral dirty poz cum! You can't get enough can you? Neither one of you?” he asked slamming hard against my ass making me gasp. “No. You're right,” I managed to croak out. “Can't get enough. It all feels so good. So wrong but so wildly hot and fucking perfect!” Kevin leaned down over my back as he continued drilling my surrendered hole and whispered in my ear. “You know what I'm going to do in just a moment or two? I'm gonna blast another load of my tainted spunk inside you so you'll feel it fresh and warm in your ass while you fuck your own son with your cock, Justin. Feeling your ass full of poz cum while you bury your daddy cock in your own son's tight ass full of poz cum just like yours!” He grunted, slapped my ass hard and continued, “Is that what you want buddy? Does that sound like what you need you hot fucker?!” Unable to think of anything else I yelled out, “Hell fucking yes!! I want to incest fuck my baby boy and give him my cum while your poz cum is soaking into my own ass walls!” There was no shame or guilt as I heard myself saying these things to Kevin. There was only the deliciously hot hunger and expectation of burying my cock as deep as possible in my handsome young son's already cum-filled hole and adding my own load to the two I had witnessed him taking already tonight. While my own ass had four loads of poz cum in it...it'd be four once Kevin gave me the one he was close to delivering. “Fucking breed me, Kevin!” I practically screamed, not concerned if Jeremy might hear my voice or not. At that moment the only thing I cared about was having this hairy big-dicked stud blast another load of his HIV-positive cum deep inside my guts. I needed it more than I'd ever needed anything else and I could tell Kevin was close from the noises he was making as he pounded me harder and harder. “You are the hottest neg ass I've ever fucked!” he growled from deep in his throat. “You gave in so easy you hot fucker! Gonna make you poz real soon just like me and Drew and Ryan are poz. Just like we're gonna make your son poz too!” he grunted darkly. That did it for me. There was no turning back (if there ever had been). I wanted to be poz. And I wanted Jeremy to be poz too! “Here it cums man!” Kevin cried out. “Giving you another load of my toxic cum in your cheating married addicted ass!” And as he slammed into me one more time I began pleading with him, “Poz me! Oh gawd yes stud, fucking poz me, please!!” And I felt his cock spasming inside my chute, spewing more of his venom deep inside me where I craved it. Breathing heavy with my face pressed against the bed I heard Kevin finally say, “Look at the screen, Justin.” I slowly raised my head and opened my eyes. On the screen in front of us I saw Jeremy wide-eyed and stroking his hard thick cock. The beating of my heart in my ears finally cleared enough to hear what was being said. “Holy fuck!” Jeremy was saying, grinning in erotic excitement. “Sounds like Daddy Kevin and his friend are fucking like crazy!” In my mind I realized that apparently Jeremy had not recognized my voice. Probably because he'd never heard his father screaming like that! Drew slid a finger between Jeremy's legs and Jeremy's face and moan made it obvious Drew's finger was inside Jeremy's wet hole. Drew chuckled. “Yeah, they're both horny daddys! Are you ready to join them guy?” “Mmmmmm yes,” I heard my son answer greedily. At that moment I wondered for the first time how this was going to happen. How were these men going to get Jeremy to let his own dad fuck him, even though he was excited by the idea. I got my answer almost right away as I saw Drew pick up a blindfold and hold it up in front of Jeremy. “Daddy Kevin's friend likes to have some ki*ky fun sometimes, especially when he's fucking a new guy. It will get him nastier if you wear this blindfold. Just at first. We'll take it off once he's really fucking you good. Are you cool with that, Jer?” Drew asked in that hypnotic voice that he had used to get me to agree to whatever he wanted. Jeremy grinned again and said, “Yeah, I think it sounds wild as hell! I've seen it in some vids before and thought it was hot!” Looking into the camera, knowing full well that I was watching and listening, Drew slipped the blindfold over Jeremy's eyes. Confirming that he couldn't see anything he and Ryan helped Jeremy stand up then they disappeared from the screen I'd been watching. As I waited for them to enter the bedroom, Kevin whispered to me, “You'll need to be real quiet, Justin, so Jeremy doesn't recognize your voice. At least until you're ready for him to know your cock is the one fucking him.” With that he pulled his cock from my flooded ass and I moaned as the bedroom door opened and Drew and Ryan escorted my jock boy into the room and over to the bed where I was still kneeling from Kevin's fuck. My heart was beating rapidly and I felt a steady stream of precum flowing out of my piss slit. I moaned (I couldn't help it!) but I kept it low and short in case Jeremy might be able to realize it was me just from the wordless sounds. I scooted up to sit on the edge of the bed and Drew positioned Jeremy between my spread legs. My gaze was immediately drawn to his rock-hard throbbing dickmeat, and I was pretty sure it was definitely as big as mine in length and thickness. The whole cockhead was slimy with his precum and my mouth watered. I had to taste it. Placing my trembling hands on his waist to hold him steady I lowered my mouth and parted my lips as I slowly slid my son's cock inch by inch into my eager mouth. Jeremy and I both moaned at the same time as I engulfed his full length and finally tasted the incestuous flesh of the cock I had made. (to be continued)

Moments later, the door opened again and it was not Iain who walked out. The young man looked vaguely familiar but Brock couldn't place why. He was about Brock's age, though. About a foot shorter and skinny. He had short, sandy blond hair and blue eyes. He was cute. "I'm Aaron. Iain said you needed some help picking stuff out," he offered. "What kind of stuff are you looking for?" Brock gestured back toward the flannel and denim. "I'm looking for school clothes. Stuff for senior pictures. So something formal, too, I guess?" Aaron led Brock around the store pulling some jeans and flannel, some gym clothes that looked way too...revealing, and some chinos and button up shirts. As he was leading Brock back to the fitting rooms, realization struck Brock. "Aaron, what's your last name?" He asked. "Bryant. Why?" Aaron replied. "Are you related to Evan Bryant?" "He's my half brother, yeah." "He's my scholar bowl coach. I had him for calculus last year," Brock said. "I think I saw you at a match or two." "Probably. I was trying to make varsity at Century High, so he was letting me help out to get a feel for it." Aaron kept talking, but Brock's virus reduced it to a droning white noise in the background. Evan Bryant was the definition of a faculty crush. He was in his late twenties. Short, like his half brother, but where Aaron was skinny, Evan was muscular and stout. Like the difference between a gnome and a dwarf. There was that inner nerd again. Brock snapped out of it as Aaron was explaining, "Try everything on. If it fits and you like it, hang it here, fits but want a different color or something here, and if it doesn't fit or you dont like it, here." Brock worked his way through the pile of stuff Aaron had pulled, throwing them into the various piles. Pretty much everything fit perfectly. A handful of things he wanted in different colors. He had tried on everything except the athletic shorts, which he was 100% convinced were not going to fit. He was correct. Sort of. When he pulled them up, his hooded cockhead hung about an inch past the hem of the left leg. He heard Aaron's voice as the door to the fitting room opened. Aaron's jaw drop as he quickly closed the door to the fitting room. "I think they're just the right length," Brock called over the partition sarcastically. Aaron apologized profusely. "No big deal, man. Sorry you had to see that," Brock replied. Then he heard his uncle's voice. "They would probably be just right if you had on underwear, bud," Dale chided. Brock opened the door again to see his uncle standing next to Aaron. Aaron was trying to avert his eyes, but Brock could swear he caught him stealing glances a couple times. Maybe that was just his virus playing tricks on him. Dale, on the other hand, stared openly. To the point Brock began to feel his dick stirring beyond his ability to control his erection. Dale seemed to sense his nephew's predicament. "Wait here, I'll be back," Dale ordered. He walked away, pulling Aaron along with him. He sent Aaron to retrieve the requested changes in color and such and asked for his nephew's sizes and headed for the underwear wall. By this point, Brock was completely hard and leaking copious amounts of pre cum. Not knowing what else to do about it, he stripped off the shorts. He tried not to get any precum on them. He failed. Aaron returned first. Thinking it was his uncle, Brock opened the door to see what he'd brought back. Aaron's eyes locked onto Brock's full mast dick and he fumbled half of what he was holding. Brock resumed stroking his dick under Aaron's lustful gaze. Without a word, he paused and gestured as though offering his dick to Aaron to touch. To stroke. Perhaps to taste. Aaron got the message and took that offer he wrapped his hand as far as it would go around the soda can thickness of Brock's shaft. He seemed transfixed by the velvety movement of Brock's foreskin. His eyes hungry for the pearly drops of precum running like sap down a tree trunk. Aaron started to drop to his knees and abruptly stopped when someone cleared their throat. Dale and Iain both stood at the entrance to the fitting rooms. Aaron yelped and began picking up hangers and organizing them. Brock looked at his uncle Dale and saw he had returned with a variety of underwear. "Try these on, bud," he said as though this was the most normal circumstances possible. There were three different styles. A vintage style jockstrap with a 3" band and a very stretchy pouch. A brand of boxer briefs he'd never heard of that hit him just above the knee like his compression shorts, but these were a much more flexible material that accentuated his anatomy rather than compressing it. Lastly a brand of briefs he knew was popular with porn stars. Both he and his virus approved of the choices. He tried the shorts on again with the jockstrap. All he could think was that he looked like he was trying to smuggle a ferret out of the store. He felt conflicted. On the one hand, he looked like he'd been taken directly out of some homage to 80s porn. On the other, there was no way he could wear this for gym. He opened the door to tell Dale as such and stopped mid sentence when he realized all three men were staring agog at him. Even Iain, who Brock had yet to see aroused about anything, had a bit of a bulge in his pleated khaki chinos. Brock decided he could get some actual gym clothes next weekend with his mom. He had other ideas for these. Dale made conversation with Iain while Aaron bagged everything up. As they were headed out of the store, Brock realized he hadn't gotten anything formal. Or paid for anything. He expressed his concerns to his uncle. "That's all taken care of, kiddo," Dale reassured him. "Next weekend, you have your appointment with me on Saturday. On Sunday, go up to the mall with your mom and get gym clothes, then come back downtown. A few blocks over is Iain's tailoring shop, Loki's Thimble. I commissioned a couple pieces for you and he should have mock ups ready to try on by then." "Dale, my mom can't afford custom formal wear. Are you insane?" Brock asked incredulously. "Iain owes me a favor. Actually, he owes me a lot of favors. He'll make up something about a back to school special or promotional offer or something. He's actually the most discreet professional I know," Dale said reassuringly. Brock remembered the scorpion branded into the backroom door. He wanted so badly to ask questions, but knew he couldn't without giving away how much he knew about the Scorpion Society. ---------- Back at home, Brock laid on his bed with his junior yearbook. He had been staring at the "meet the faculty" page for Mr. Bryant for the better part of an hour. He'd been rock hard for the better part of an hour and a half. He'd been edging himself and had nearly blown his load at least three times. Poppers were doing a great job postponing that inevitable release. He heard his mom's car pull into the drive. He kneeled over the yearbook, Evan Bryant's bright-eyed innocent face staring back at him, immortalized in full color. He pushed himself over the edge and blew rope after rope of fully toxic cum all over his bedspread. Three huge shots plastered across the yearbook page his and his viruses dna seeping into the page. He cleaned the last drops of cum off his dick, pulled on sweatpants and a t shirt, and headed downstairs to hug his mom, move his laundry along, and serve dinner.

Tucker indeed had stamina, and I was pounded mercilessly for a long time. On a couple of occasions he slammed into me, held in place and growled, but then would pull nearly all the way back out, slam into me again, and carry on pounding me as before. I just groaned throughout, completely lost in the pleasure and depravity of it all. Finally he did start showing signs that he was going to blow, and after once again slamming into me and holding still, this time he did not continue fucking. "That's three more for you" he panted. "Three?" I asked, also panting. "Yep boy" he said, a faint grin forming on his face. "Fucked two loads into you and then kept going." Man alive, now that was stamina, especially for an older man. I knew I must be absolutely overflowing with toxic seed by this point. As Tucker pulled out and staggered over to a wooden box to sit down, Grayson and Parker walked up to the sling and undid the restraints. Parker then put his hand out to me to help me get myself up, even giving me a slightly warm smile as he did so. I pulled myself out of the sling, and stretched and shook my legs and arms which had become quite stiff. I could feel a lot of liquid trickling out of my ass, a sure sign that I had been bred well. I wasn't sure if my release from the sling was a sign that the night was over, but Grayson soon let me know when he lay down on his back on the mattress and motioned me to come over. The way he was holding up his cock left me with no doubt what I was expected to do, and so I got down and straddled his body so I could lower myself onto him. After Tucker's efforts my hole was loose and offered barely any resistance as I sank myself down onto Grayson. I bounced up and down a few times, but then felt a hand on my back pushing me forward. I leaned over as I turned my head to see Parker getting onto the mattress as well, and before I had time to process what was happening, I felt his cock starting to prod at my rear end. "Nn" was all I got out of my mouth before he pushed hard against me and slid inside, causing my attempt at the word 'no' to instead become a screaming yelp. I had never been so stretched in my life, and it only got worse as he steadily but firmly pushed the entire length of his cock into me alongside Grayson's. Once he was fully embedded I stopped yelping and just started panting, my head bowed and my eyes closed as I attempted to cope with my first double penetration. To be fair to my fuckers, they let me adjust to it before Parker started to slowly pull in and out, and Grayson occasionally thrust his pelvis as much as he was able to with me on top of him. A low guttural moan started from deep within me as the ache and fullness began to be joined by an overwhelming sense of pleasure, and in time I was urging them both to fuck me harder. Parker slamming himself to the hilt and blowing in me set Grayson off too, and I had both their toxic loads pumping into my guts simultaneously. Once they were done ejaculating the three of us held in place for a while, until Parker pulled himself out and collapsed sideways onto the mattress, which in turn caused Grayson's cock to slip free. I experienced both a relief from the ache as well as a real emptiness, but looking around the room I could tell these guys were spent, at least for a while. I therefore chose to lie myself down on the other side of Grayson for a moment. "That's it boy" said Tucker from across the room. "Rest a bit, 'cause we're not done yet. The night is young, and we've got some more special guests for you soon." Oh man, I thought to myself, this was not what I signed up for. I came here to get fucked and pozzed by Tucker, and instead had been gangbanged by my teammates before enduring an epic gang pozzing from this fucked-up family. What more could they possibly have in store for me? [to be continued]

Part 13 Greg was stretched out on his back on the bed with Chad laying on top of him. They were making out passionately after having just shotgunned the huge hit Chad had taken from the pipe moments before. Greg's meaty cock was sticking up lewdly between Chad's spread thighs and I grabbed the bottle of lube and began applying it generously to Greg's shaft. I knew we'd both need our cocks covered in plenty of lube if we were hoping to get them inside Chad together. And Chad's tweaked up ass would need plenty of lube too, no matter how spun he was. As I finished getting Greg's big cock ready and started getting Chad's hole greased up for the double-dicking he begged us for, my eyes fell on the bag of tina next to the bed and a dark thought crossed my mind causing an equally dark smile to cross my lips. I reached for the baggie without either of them being aware of it and coating my first two fingers with a good dusting of the tina crumbs at the bottom of the bag I ran my fingers once again up and down Greg's bare cock spreading the tina dust up and down the length of it. I couldn't wait to see Chad's reaction when he felt the booty bump hit with his ass stuffed with two huge cocks. As they came up for air from their kiss I shoved a bottle of poppers under Chad's nose and told him to take three big hits in each nostril. When he finished he gave the bottle to Greg who took two in each nostril before handing the bottle back to me. As the rush hit both of them I leaned over Chad's back and spoke to both of them. “Okay little bro, slide on back and sit your horny tight ass down on Greg's dick. I have a good grip on it so it'll go right in.” Chad groaned hotly in anticipation and pushing back and downward slightly his hairless pucker made contact with the head of Greg's bare dick and started sinking onto it in a steady descent. There was no hesitation from Greg by this point about fucking raw and he and Chad both groaned loudly as they connected cock to ass. As Chad sat fully down on Greg's fat dick he looked back at me with dark pupils and said, “C'mon big bro. Give me your cock too. Fill my muscled ass with dicks and double-fuck me!” he commanded. I knew the booty bump would hit him any moment and I wanted to be inside him when it did, to feel the convulsions in his rectum from the drugs and from the double stuffing. Pushing him forward against Greg's chest I scooted up behind him and positioned my dripping cock at my little bro's cock-hungry hole. I pushed forward and was surprised to meet virtually no resistance as the first three inches of my dick slid inside him against Greg's warm raw flesh. We all three moaned at the sensation then suddenly Chad started shouting out. The booty bump was hitting him. “Oh fuck! My ass! Oh fuck Lance it's burning like a motherfucker! What's going on?” I continued pressing into him as I told him I'd covered Greg's cock with tina dust for a booty bump to help him take both of our cocks easier. “That is so fucking wicked!” Greg panted beneath Chad as Chad pushed down harder, his hole stretching wider as more of my cock disappeared into him. “Oh my gawd yessssss!!!” Chad cried out. “So full. I feel so fucking full. So much cock in me. Never felt anything like it before!” He was squirming around and working to take both dicks inside his burning ass. “Open up little bro,” I panted. “Almost there. Almost have all of my dick inside you with Greg's.” Chad howled as he suddenly slammed back against me taking the last of my dick into his hole along with every thick inch of Greg's. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!! Yes, yes! Fuck me with your cocks at the same time! Pound my ass with your bare married cocks you dirty fucks! Open me all the way up!” Then he collapsed onto Greg's chest as Greg and I began moving in and out of his obscenely stretched manhole. “How's it feeling to you?” I asked Greg looking into his sweaty face. “Fucking fantastic!” he answered. “His hole is so tight. And your cock rubbing against mine feels unbelievable! Never felt anything like this before.” “Me neither,” I said. “I'm not going to last long,” I told both of them as I felt another load already churning in my nuts. “I'm not either,” Greg groaned. Chad raised his head up and began chanting and begging. “Fuck me with your cocks! Fuck me with your fucking cheating cocks and breed me! Fuck me full of your dirty married cum! Please! Do it! Oh fucking do it!!!” I felt his ass muscles contract and that took me to the edge. “Gonna seed you, little bro! Gonna give your jock ass my incest cum just like I know you want!” And saying that I felt my cock begin erupting inside him. As soon as my warm cum started coating both of the cocks in Chad's hole, Greg cried out and began blasting his own cum load deep inside Chad's stuffed hole. I'm not sure how long we lay there but finally I pulled out of Chad's abused asshole then Greg slowly slid his out. Chad's asslips were red and puffy and slick with lube, sweat and cum. I ran a finger across his hole and asked, “How was it little bro? Better than the other two guys who dp'd you?” He was laying on his back between me and Greg and grinned at me. “So fucking much better, big bro! So fucking much!” Just then I heard my cell phone go off letting me know I had a text message. I grabbed it while Chad and Greg hit the pipe some more. I felt my dick throb when I saw who the message was from and what it said. It was from the trucker I had met a few weeks ago that had introduced me to tina and other things. I'd almost forgotten I'd texted him earlier while I was waiting for Chad to show up. Chad must have seen the smile on my face because he asked what was up. I looked at him and Greg as I rubbed my cock. “Would you guys be up for someone else joining us?” “Sure,” Chad answered. “Who?” “My trucker buddy,” I said, growing hard at the thought even though I'd just cum hard In Chad's ass. This night was getting ready to get hotter and sleazier. (to be continued)

Hey, I have become obsessed with eating cum from other men who have fucked and loaded my boyfriends hot hole. Is anyone else into this and if so, what do you do and how do you do it. I send him off to local cruising grounds, sauna/bathhouses, etc and he returns when he's done. I sometimes say come back in an hour, or sometimes only after a certain number of men have been inside him. I tell him not to say anything about it, until I ask. I usually make him slip off his underpants and let me smell them for cum as he climbs into bed next to me. Then I get him to tell me every detail of his adventures, how many men, what ages, types, how big and hard, how they fucked, what he did, when they came etc as I wank and eat his hole out, finally fucking my load in to finish. I have recently started getting him to record the sound on his phone so I can hear them fuck him. Anyone else into it and what's your experiences...

This is mine. A lot of people like it and my boyfriend loves it

It comes from having been pozzed, coming very close to death from it, living with the hard reality of the way both the virus and the medication needed to stay alive tear down the body, and being forced to change my lifestyle to accommodate the disease, and being forced to confront the fact, every. single. day, that I am HIV positive - and then listening to men go on in ignorance about how great it would be to get pozzed and how they just can’t wait to do it. It comes from listening to men glorify and fetishize a disease that has killed so many people, and try to make it sound like something exciting and fun. If that’s what PrEP is for, then it’s obviously not irrational to worry that it could happen. And don’t kid yourself that it doesn’t happen. More than once I’ve had Tops let me know they just seeded me with a ‘toxic load’. If I get a little hostile about that, sorry not sorry.

Sorry for two long chapters with only a little bit of sexual content. Promise more sex in the coming chapters, just needed some exposition to set up Brock's beginning to change from bullied and suppressing his sexual gifts to embracing and flaunting them. If any of you are familiar with "Be More Chill" I was struck by the idea of "what if the HIV virus worked like a S.Q.U.I.P. for gay debauchery. That was one of the inspirations behind these two chapters. I'm also sure you will see my own kinks and preferences emerge in my writing. I really like clothing and probably go into way too much detail about it. I also really like the sexual community dynamic, so most characters are going to be connected in some way. If either of these start to get boring, let me know and I can try to mix it up a bit. Enjoy.

My bf loves to eat or fuck into my cum filled hole. He doesn’t send me out, I just surprise him. I know if some guy fills me up I should find my bf soon after.

By Sunday morning, Brock had fully recovered. In fact, he felt better than new. His virus was like a Marvel Comics symbiote, feeding off his own life, but lending him its own strengths and will. God he could be such a nerd sometimes. He stepped out of the shower wrapped his towel around his waist, and began working his way through his morning routine. He couldn't help but feel like things were off every time he caught a glance of himself in the mirror. Like he was looking at someone else's reflection. Brock couldn't shake that feeling as he threw on some sweatpants and went downstairs to grab some breakfast. As he sat down at the table with his cereal, he found a note. "Working a double. There's money in your account if you want to go shop for some clothes for senior pictures. If you want to go together, I will keep next Saturday open. Hope you're feeling better. Love, Mom" For the first time in the last 5 weeks, Brock felt a pang of guilt. His mom would lose her mind if she knew what he'd been up to. She was just starting to come to terms with him being gay. Everything else would probably break her. She just wouldn't understand. He shot a quick text off to Dale to say he felt better and would be headed up to the mall in the late morning. He finished his cereal and went back to his room. He put on compression shorts and jeans, his usual, and checked himself in the mirror. Something still felt off. That was when he felt it. He felt like his dick was struggling against the compression shorts. Thoughts of symbiotes returned. He rummaged through his underwear. He found a couple old pairs of regular boxer briefs and an old jock. He tried them on. Well, tried to. None of them fit him anymore. Brock had always been a big guy. Always tall for his age, but he had also been pretty husky until last year. His last big growth spurt - combined with two years of at least five hours a week of lifting and cardio - had turned him into something of a hunk. Broad, muscular shoulders and arms, muscular chest. From there, his body tapered to a narrower waist, followed immediately by his firm, muscular ass and thighs and calves. He tossed his older, too loose underwear aside and started to put his compression shorts back on when inspiration hit. He tossed those on top of the pile of things that didn't fit anymore as well and pulled his jeans on over his bare skin. He stole another glance at himself in the mirror. Hard, his dick was about 9" and uncut. Soft, he Ranged from 5"-6" depending on the weather and how horny he was. The thinner, well-worn denim left little to the imagination. Today was pleasantly warm and he was very horny despite his marathon fucking of his uncle. His bulge was prominent down the left side of his jeans. His reflection didn't feel as "off" anymore. As he was pulling on a henley, his phone chirped. His uncle Dale had responded. "What's bringing you to town?" "School clothes" "2128 Main St. South. Tell them I sent you. Might see you there." Brock grabbed his keys and headed out the door. ---------- "Valhalla Outfitters" the signage read. There were no display windows and the windows to the interior were tinted darkly enough Brock couldn't see inside. For a moment, he thought about getting back in his car and driving up to the mall to buy the two pairs of jeans American Eagle would have in his size and some shirts from the gap. However, he was outvoted by the virus and his dick. If his uncle had recommended the place, there had to be a reason. When he walked in, he felt like he understood a bit better. The sales floor looked like a Hollister run by someone with all the apparel fetishes. The sales floor had everything from men's "Daisy Dukes" to bespoke suits. He spotted an entire wall of designer underwear but stopped himself short of making a B-line to it. Forcing himself to take a detour to what he could only describe as the lumberjack emporium. He was browsing a rack of summer and fall weight flannel when he heard someone clear their throat nearby. He looked over and did a double take. "What can I help you find today, young man." The man speaking to him was the man with glasses he'd seen in the basement of the Block that fateful night. The man didn't appear to recognize him. "Um..I'm looking for back to school clothes. My uncle Dale recommended this place." The man's demeanor shifted a bit at the mention of my uncle's name. "Let's get your measurements, then, and I'll have someone pull some things to try on. I'm Iain. Baxter." He walked Brock back toward the fitting rooms. Brock had only been measured once before when he was the ring bearer in his cousin's wedding. He was 6. He expected the process to be more uncomfortable. Other than the ridiculous number of measurements, it was uneventful. Iain walked Brock out of the fitting area. "Wait here," he said and disappeared behind a door marked "employees only" on a brass placard. Branded into the wood next to the placard was the stylized scorpion he had watched tattooed onto Zeke. The same tattoo his uncle had on his abdomen. Brock could feel the blood rushing to his member and knew that if he had any stimulation of his penis - even a small flex of his erectile musculature, the dam would break and he would have a raging erection.

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

This story is completely fiction. Writing it in my phone so excuse any grammar errors. Part 1 I had landed in Chicago and went straight to check into my hotel. I had a week full of meetings that I still needed to still do some prep work. But I knew I couldn’t concentrate on that till after I ate and indulged in some raw hole. The best part of traveling so much for work was the number of hot guys I could fuck. I am in my early 30s, 6’1 tall, 180lbs of sculpted muscle with 6 pack abs, blue eyes, and light brown hair. That alone made finding hole easy. But my 8 in thick meat always sealed the deal. I walked to a local restaurant I had visited before near my hotel and after ordering some wine and my meal opened up Grindr. My profile always exploded with messages when I opened it in a new city. My pics were of my ripped body so that grabbed the attention of all the guys. Though one thing in my profile was almost always over looked - I didn’t have my status listed. That’s because I was poz and toxic and loved depositing it in neg holes. Willing one or ones that didn’t know. It was easy, 50% of the time status was never discussed, 25% was chasers, and 25% were guys that has no clue. I loved those in the last category the best. Especially if they were not on prep. As I ate I chatted with several profiles. Weeding through those that didn’t interest me, or those that seemed flakey, or the bots. About half way through my meal I had a blank profile 1000ft away hit me up. He had sent a hi message followed by a nice juicy ass pic. We started talking and I learned he was 20, 5’7, 115lbs, ginger with 4 in dick. He was a bottom and only ever been fucked a few times. As we talked he said he wanted to be finally used by a hung daddy. I said I could help with that. We went into further detail and line out what we wanted and limits. I was going to meet him at his apartment since it was near by and his roommates were out. He wanted me to come in to him find him knees and go from there. My dick was clubbed at this idea. The pics he sent of his hot hole, hot twink body, and sexy face had given me a semi. The biggest turn on is he had said he was neg but not on prep yet. that made me fully hard. He would only agree to raw if I was “clean”. I said I was and he didn’t ask any follow questions. I love those stupid bottoms that take your word for status. I paid for my meal after he sent his address. As I walked out toward his place my dick throbbed. It was ready to stealth poz up some raw twink boy hole. Part 2 coming soon.

Mike and Josh meet up the next morning around 10 in the hotel gym. They exchanged stories of their conquests the night before. Josh put 3 loads in the married chicks pussy just the same number of poz loads Mike put in that neg hole. Josh knew Mike was a gifter and thought it was hot he liked knocking up men as much as Josh liked impregnating women. Josh even played wing man for him a time or two. As the went up to the locker room and change they notice a hot latin twunk type guy in the steam room. They both stripped naked and went into the steam room. With their meat hanging out and a towel over their shoulder. They had tagged a few guys before. Josh always unloading in the lucky bottoms throat while Mike bred their ass. Josh was straight and only fucked pussy, but had the view a throat was a throat. Plus men have better head. They purposely sat so the twunk could see their meat. Josh had a solid 7.5 inch and thick dick. Soft it was about 3.5 in and thick. Mikes monster was also prominent. As they talked Mike could tell the twunk was watching their dicks. He purposely started adjusting with his balls which fluffed his dick to about half hard. The twink eyes were glued the hole time. Finally after about 5 minutes, Mike said to the twunk “if your going to stare at it get on your knees and suck it boy!” True twunk was in his knees in a flash licking Mikes balls and shaft. Then sucking it his piz dick deep. The twunk was amazing deep throating Mike massive schlong. Josh stroked himself hard as he watch the twunk choke on his friends meat. “Suck his dick boy while I eat your bussy.” Mike instructed the twunk. He had Josh’s thick meat in his throat and ass in the air in seconds. Mike ate that tight brown lightly hoary hole as he heard the twunk moan around Josh’s dick. After getting the hole wet enough to get his poz dick in he nodded at Josh to indicate it was fucking time. In a rapid move Mike stood up and forced his massive toxic dick balls deep in the raw brown twunk boy pussy in one push. Josh held the twunk head down on his cock as he tried to pull away while Mike held him still, impaled on his poz dick. Within a few seconds the twunk calmed and started to moan again on Josh’s dick as he started to move his hips on Mikes cock. Mike started to meet the twunks movement thrust for thrust. The sound of the trunk moaning in the dick, the thwapping of the thrusts, and the dirty talk of Josh telling the boy to take that raw dick all were music to Mike’s ears. After about 7-8 mins of fucking the twunk’s hole tightened and his cum sprayed on the steam room floor. Mike moaned and blew his toxic cum in the twunk’s now gaped hole. “Fuck yes boy take my babies! I am knocking you up!” He moaned as he flooded the twunk with his high virals load. Josh moaned hard and filled the twunks throat with his cum. Mike and Josh removed their dicks from the twunk, picked up their towels, and headed to the shower. Not saying a word the the twunk now on the bench breathing heavy from being worked over by two hung studs. They showered and got dressed not seeing the twunk again as they walked out of the locker room. As they went back to their rooms they high-fived at the door and Josh congratulated Mike in another poz son. They agreed to change and go see the sights for a bit before their shift that night. Day 2 and second hole seed with his toxic cum!

My load collection with this 25 hung blonde Italian continues. Right before bed on the day 2 of my cruise, he msged me on Grindr and asked if I like to get fucked. My reply was a loud "YES". In 10 mins, I was in his cabin sucking and getting bred again. In the last 24 hours, he has bred me 4 times. His English is not so good and he often needed to look up google translate to find words to communicate. But it was such a turn on because what he said is always direct like "I need to cum before I sleep". And that turns into almost 2 hours of sucking him and me getting fucked until he pumped his 4th load in me. Suck a hot sweaty sex.

I didn't read this at all at "clutching one's pearls" - that implies that we're prudish, which obviously we're not or we likely wouldn't have become poz in the first place. I too have never really understood the romanticism of those who chase being pozzed. It is certainly nothing that I wanted to have and when I finally tested positive in April 1990 I felt like I'd been given a death sentence. I had probably been poz for 3-5 years at that point. Clearly those who romanticize this disease did not live through the worst of it, being forced to watch beautiful vital men wither away and die often within months of testing positive. There were no drugs back then and even in the mid 1990s all they had was AZT which had been taken down and dusted off from where it had been shelved due to its toxicity. Boy, I wish that PrEP were available to me back then so I wouldn't have to be in this situation but that's not my reality. I'm one of the lucky ones who is still alive (and relatively healthy) after nearly 40 years of living with this unforgiving and relentless disease. Be careful what you wish for!

If the person dies, sure. If not, someone, or a lot of someones, is/are going to bear what could be astronomical health care costs as the result of his willingness to risk severe injury or death in pursuit of ... what amounts to a high. I frankly don't see the difference between poor lifestyle choices and chasing. They're both choices. They both have predictable (if uncertain) effects. Some chasers don't succeed; some obese smokers don't have heart attacks. But enough people in both situations do suffer those consequences. We don't, in general, challenge people's right to "socialized" health care (even if it's the quasi-private employer-subsidized group plan type we have in this country) because they are obese due to diet and lack of activity. We don't, in general, tell people they're ineligible for insurance if they go base jumping, even if that's one of the riskiest activities there is. People make deliberate choices every day, sometimes for a lifetime, that directly impact the amount of health care they will require from the system. I get that chasing is perhaps the most extreme example of that, but in a very real sense, just having unprotected sex (once it was known that such activity carried the risk of a fatal disease) was no different, at least pre-PrEP. You can say it was "luck" that kept a lot of people negative, but an awful lot of them contributed to their "luck" by not having bareback sex.

That seems so odd to me - I never experience encounters like that, probably because I usually never get a good look at the men who’ve been inside me in the first place. It’s hard to imagine a boycott of Grindr working - if guys are so low on integrity that they flake on hookups, they’re not suddenly going to develop the backbone to stick to a moral crusade.

For many of us, if not most, this is true. The depth of the ability of humans to shut certain rational ideas out of their minds is truly amazing. That said, each guy has to make his own decisions, do that carefully, and live his life on his terms. The crucial thing that many miss, is that balanced, intellectual process that must be achieved to figure out what they want out of life in the first place.

My God, eating ass is my number one favorite thing to do, especially when high. I first ate ass on a 15-year-old teammate as a freshman in high school. I became addicted to having my tongue in ass at that moment. If I die from eating ass, I will be dead with a smile on my face. If I ever have to give up eating ass, my sex life will be over.

Currently on a cruise A hung Italian twink hit me up on Grindr late at night. He's got a cabin to himself and has bred me two times in the last 12 hours. At first, he insisted on using a condom. I was so horny so I let him only if he would cum in my ass and push it in. In between changing positions, the condom broke. I thought it would be the end of it but he took it off and said it is too late. Then, he proceeded to bareback and shoot a big load in me. In the morning, he msged me again and wanted to breed me again. I went to his cabin and got a load #2 while his first load was still in me. He said my ass is his property until the end of cruise. I love the sound of it and will be his personal cumdump till the end.

I followed the men into the barn, where there was the normal mix of farm equipment and supplies that you might expect to find. However, it was the other things in there that really got my attention. A frame was set up with a sling hanging from it, the leather restraints for ankles and wrists being clearly visible. There was a mattress on the floor nearby. Finally, there was a makeshift fuck bench made out of some wooden boxes with some cushions that had been stuck on somehow. Clearly I was going to be fucked in various positions this evening. “Get naked” Tucker barked at me. I hurriedly obeyed, taking a quick hit of poppers from the bottle in my pocket before stripping out of my shoes, underwear and suit. I placed my clothes onto a wooden chair sitting by the entrance, hoping it wouldn’t all get too dirty, and then turned back to face the men as naked as the day I was born. I was immediately regretting not having anything on my feet given how rough the floor was, but guessed from the way the barn was laid out that I was probably not going to be on my feet a great deal. “Nice” cooed Grayson. “Bit of prime teenage meat we’ve got here.” “He won’t be prime for long” said Tucker to his brother, before turning to me. “Get up in that sling and assume the position boy.” I complied, moving over to the sling and hoisting myself into it. I held my legs up as the brothers took an ankle each and wrapped thick leather restraints round them, before they moved on to hold up my arms and do the same to my wrists. Once I was restrained I shuffled my body down a bit to poke my ass off the edge of the leather sling, knowing what to do despite never having been in one of these contraptions. “Right, that should do for them I reckon” said Tucker. “Them?” I asked, my voice wavering a bit. “Guests” he gruffly replied, before pulling his phone out of his pocket and dialling a number. He waited a moment, then simply said “he’s ready” to whoever answered before he hung up. “Guests?” I asked again, but received no reply. Just a minute or so later, a man appeared at the entrance to the barn, and when he walked closer and into the light I gasped. “You know my nephew Parker” said Tucker, with a bit of an evil grin on his face. Parker Baynes. He had been a year ahead of me at High School, but got held back after failing to graduate. He had been the alpha in his year, and made it clear he did not like there being someone else around, namely me, who now occupied that role. No longer the quarterback, no longer the stud, he had clearly had it in for me throughout the year but had never done much about it. “Hey slut” said Parker, a cigarette dangling from his lips. “Uncle Pete’s been telling me all about you.” I must have looked panicked, as they all started laughing at me. “Thought I’d get me some of your slutty ass before my uncles ruin you” he said. “Also thought it would be rude if I didn’t share, so I invited some friends.” At that moment a load more shapes appeared in the entrance to the barn, and as they walked forward I let out a muffled yelp. “Captain” said Brian Crowe, our school team’s middle linebacker. He was at the front of the pack, which was made up entirely of a group of my teammates. Fucking, fucking hell. “‘Bout time you got taken down” said Dalton Wecker. “Shame you’re actually going to enjoy it, from what Parker told us anyway.” OK, so maybe there was a fantasy element to this for me, but I was too freaked by my forced, naked, prone outing to these guys to be able to go there mentally. Furthermore, any of the fun I had fantasised it being was destroyed when Parker jammed two fingers into my hole and forced them inside. Yeah, I had a bit of lube up there, and yeah, I had taken a hit of poppers before removing my clothes, but it still fucking hurt. Worse still, he only loosened me a little bit before ripping his fingers away, undoing his pants, freeing his erect cock and then ramming it into me in one go. I could not withhold a scream at the pain, which made everyone laugh at my misfortune. My teammates all fucked and bred me twice, and while I got used to it eventually and the pain went away, it was still so humiliating to be used by these guys without it being on my terms. What made it worse is that I thought most of them were my friends, when in fact they all seemed to hold a grudge against me and relished the opportunity to get their own back for whatever it was they thought I had done to them. They were all brutal as hell in their fucking of my ass, some of them spitting on me and one of them taking a piss on my head at one point. Eventually they were spent, and after shouting some more obscenities at me they left. Well, all except Parker. After waving them off he turned back to me with an evil look on his face. He lit up another cigarette, and then stepped up to insert himself in me for a third time. This time, however, he didn’t start hammering away, but instead leant forward over me. He then looked up at his uncles and winked, and to my absolute shock Grayson went round behind him. From my position I could not see what was happening, but I still knew from the slightly pained expression on Parker’s face. Grayson was penetrating his nephew. Parker had his head down and was puffing repeatedly on the cigarette between his lips as he adjusted, causing ash to fall on my stomach, but eventually he looked back up at me with a grin. “That’s right slut” Parker said to me, “you thought you had to wait for my uncles, but you’ve actually been getting poz loads from me already tonight.” I was too stunned to speak, so Tucker spoke up. “Pozzed him up at Christmas” he said. “Nephew here got caught bending over for one of the farm hands, so I took over his training.” Parker winked at me, then his face changed a little as Grayson started to slowly fuck him. This meant Parker started to passively fuck me too, gearing himself up to deliver my third poz load of the night. Eventually he got a bit more aggressive, taking over control of the motion as he slammed forward into me and backwards onto his uncle’s cock. The stimulation pushed him over the edge pretty quickly despite the two loads he’d already blown that night, and he soon thrust into me one final time before holding himself in place and yelling out as he pumped another toxic load into my well-used guts. No sooner had he calmed down and slid out of me than Grayson stepped up and rammed into me. He was already well on his way towards orgasm after using his nephew’s muscled ass, so it was a powerful, brutal fuck from the outset. He too soon blew his toxic load into me, and then slid out while panting heavily. Only then did Tucker step up. “You’re probably already infected” he said, grinning at me, “but now I’m going to make sure. Time for you to take my AIDS cock without any of those nasty PrEP pills getting in the way.” With that, he slid into me and began to fuck, being less frenetic than everyone else had been, but thrusting deeper and with more intent than any of the other guys. I could not help but groan with every thrust in, and also whenever he pulled out completely and slammed himself back in. He had stamina, that much I could tell, and I knew it was going to be a long night… [to be continued]

Final part I returned to breed my sweet raw neg ginger twink 3 more times that week. Each time I put so much poz seed in his unsuspecting hole it was guaranteed he would get the fuck flu soon. The last night I put 3 loads of my highly toxic cum in his stupid neg 20yr old bussy. Like always when I flew out of the city I logged out of my stealthing Grindr account. I keep one that I used in my home town and one I used while traveling aka the stealthing one. About 3 weeks later when I was in another city for work and logged into the special Grindr account I got the regular messages. But as I scrolled through my messages I found the chat with ginger had several missed message: “I loved being your boy daddy! When will you be back again?” ”I miss your big raw dick in my boy hole daddy” “You have created a monster daddy. I have taken 5 loads in my ass the last week since you last bred me.” “I am feeling sick daddy. I need to go to the doctor” ”OMG daddy help!! They think I may have HIV!! But everyone that came in me said they were neg. I am waiting for my results to come back.” “Its official, I have HIV. I need you to get checked.” “My other partners all came back neg. Did you get checked?” “Are you there man! Did you give me this shit?” ”Answer me!!” ”I know it was you. But I am no longer upset. I just want your big raw daddy dick in me again.” “Please daddy! I haven’t started meds yet and not gotten laid since I was tested. I need your dick!” ”Fine!! I guess I must go and spread my seed to make you happy. I found online about gifters and stealthers. It all makes sense when I think every thing you told me. I won’t start meds and hopefully pass your seed on. Let me know if your ever want to fuck my hole again.” He smiled at the messages and blocked the stupid ginner. He was happy he would embrace his true nature as a poz piggy bottom slut and that his toxic strain would pass on to other through him. That was his 29th confirmed poz baby. After blocking the ginger he got a message from a hot twinky 19 year old boy. He could wait to hit number 30.

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...

Friday August 11th 2023. I was super horny and haven’t had any action in a while so I decided to put on a Calvin Klein pride edition jockstrap and put on a pair of slutty overalls and I headed out to the ramble to try and get some loads. Me being me I’m always late for everything. I had planned going out since midday Thursday and my goal was to get there Friday evening around 8pm or whenever it got dark. The park allegedly closes at 1am but the ramble is a wonder of its own. ( it never ends until about maybe 9-10am when tourists start flooding the area. So I finally arrived at 12:30am, horned up and ready to get fucked. While entering the ramble I had a pink pup hood that I put on along with a matching pink collar. I found my first load near the main area. Some guy had walked towards me with cock hard and in his hand. I wasted no time getting down on my knees and I started to suck his nice big juicy cock. After about 3 minutes or so I looked around and we started to draw a crowd maybe 6 people were standing around us. Next thing I know I felt hands on my hole and then eventually I felt the warm sensation as somebody’s cock entered my pre lubed and eager hole. I was still sucking the other guys cock and then I heard the guy behind me say “fuck I’m gonna cum” I responded “ fuck yes flood my guts!!” And I felt the warm load get pumped deep into my hole. immediately afterwards the guy I was sucking told me to turn around and he slammed his big thick cock in my cum flooded hole and fucked me pretty hard and then he pumped out a huge load and then fucked it deeper into my ass. At this point I was shaking with pure pleasure and joy. Trembling at the knees I could barely stand. I took a minute to recoup and finger my hole playing with the cum that started to drip out. I was not satisfied! My hole was filled, but yet I craved for more loads. So I started to walk down towards the sound of the water and headed to my favorite bench and took my overalls off completely and got on my hands and knees pup hood still on and stuck my ass in the air waiting for my next load like the good cumdump slut I am. After about 5 long minutes of nothing I decided to spin around and just sit on the bench. Minutes go by and I grew more and more hungry for cum. I needed it like a addict needs his fix. My boypussy required cum. I couldn’t wait any longer. I checked the time (2:30am) I kept my clothes off threw them in my bag and went to find the next load. After a little bit I discovered maybe 7/8 guys(mix of daddies, jocks, and bears)standing on the path, blowing each other and jerking each other off and from the looks of it they were getting ready to start fucking. Yass! Now was my chance. I got up on the closest bench, (that was in their line of sight.) I’m now Ass-Up on the bench with 2x loads in my boy pussy and getting my 3rd. All of a sudden I feel the tip of a big feeling cock touch my asshole. And almost immediately I felt the huge sausage going in my cumhole. He bent me over and said he was going to tear my boy pussy up. He fucked me very rough and also pulled my hair while penetrating me. I told him I love it rough so he could do anything to me. Soon he stop’s briefly and leans in to my ear and says “Yo FuckSlut, are you ready for Daddy’s warm thick juicy load?” I instantly yelled out “Fuck Yes Daddy! Flood My Guts! Oooohhh Fuck Yeah!” The daddy moans super loud and slammed his cock into me so deep I could feel his balls emptying into my hole. I quivered with joy and he was breathing deeply and quickly. He gets dressed,while grabbing a hand wipe from his bag and wipes off his big daddy cock and balls. Afterwards he tossed the same wipe at me and said “Thanks Faggot, this wipe is your souvenir. Maybe I’ll find you out here again. A hole like that should be flooded daily with 10+ loads haha.” I grabbed his used hand wipe and took a big whiff of it and inhaled his anonymous daddy aroma. Which immediately made me leak out of my cage. And I think that was it. 3 loads today. Not bad but nowhere near enough 😈

Summer had just started and I was here just ready to convert my next victim. My name is Mark, I’m 32 years old, lawyer, single, very healthy, I work out 5 to 6 times a week, good looking, just the classic unsuspected guy. I live in Miami, a place full of guys always looking for a good fuck. My type? Tourists. They are just so slutty, they are normally straight to business, fuck with lots of guys and, when back home, trying to figure out who converted them is just a guess game. Gabriel was just like that. Latin, bottom, 18 years old from Colombia, with that innocent look and a hunger for cock hard to fulfill. We’ve been chatting on Grindr for the last couple of days. Here’s what I learned from him so far: he is single, lives with his mom and therefore doesn’t get as much action as he wanted, he is studying to be a journalist someday, and having in mind a few pictures that little slut sent me, he has the perfect ass to eat all night long. He loves a dirty talk and has been teasing me these days so much, I couldn’t wait another day to breed him. I was on the edge. He was always saying the dirtiest thing but without loosing that sweet innocence. He told me the positions he liked, the guys he had hooked up so far, and his personal record for biggest cock he has faced: 6 inches. You may be wondering at this point and the answer is no, he never asked me if I was poz. My scorpion tattoo on my chest never brought any questions up to him. Not sure if back to his country that doesn’t mean the same, or if he is just too young to know. He for instance was neg and bare virgin, never had had sex without a rubber on in his life, which for me just made things way more interesting. I managed to convince him to come over to my place, I even called an Uber for him just so he didn’t have another excuse not to come. He didn’t take long. A few minutes later there he was, sitting on my sofa, a neg tight ass about to get pozzed. And I would do anything to shot my load deep into his guts. Stealth fucking him wasn’t off the table for me, but I wanted to use it as a last option. I wanted him to agree going bare with me. So I started the talking - So you’re 18 yo and never did it bare? - No, never. - Not even for a little play here and there, you know, without cumming? - No, im really paranoid about that. I always make it clear, you know, condom or no sex at all. - Really? Condom? You think those are safe? - Sure - Have you heard of stealth? There are people out there that cuts the condom on purpose without the bottom acknowledging it and cums inside his ass. You think thats safe? - That really happens? - he seemed distant at this point. You could tell he was thinking on the past guys he had slept with. Could any of them do something like that? - It sure do - I replied - plus, you know, it can breaks naturally. They are really not safe at all. It is ok for straight couples to avoid pregnancy, but for us is just not the best. Me for exemple I stopped using those like three years ago. Of course I still have some, in case the bottom doesn’t want bare, but I tell you Gabriel, people are using it less and less. - I’m sorry, I could not do that. I mean, you can get HIV and other stuff. - Not if you take PrEP, kid. Have you heard of it? - No, never… - PrEP is like a medicine, its these pills you take that prevent you to get HIV virus. Its 100% effective, specially if you take in the first 72 hours after the sex. Come on, you don’t need to believe me, take your phone, google it. As soon as he start looking at it, I kept explaining to him how miraculous those little pills were and the possibilities of pleasure that were open to me since I start taking if after sex. A pleasure with responsibility. It was time for the next step. I kissed him passionately, turning him around, kissing his back while taking his trousers off gently, then kissing and licking his ass the way only a natural top would do. My cock was so hard I could barely stop myself from fucking him at that exact moment, but he wasn’t begging for it yet, I wanted him to beg for bare cock all inside. I kept on kissing and playing with his ass, with his sensations, just as if I was there only for his pleasure. Few minutes later he was ready for it. I was kissing his neck and my hard cock touching his ass was driving me crazy. He always said he would never take it bare, so I think this time he was a little bit afraid I was going to judge him so he didn’t say a word, he couldn’t be verbal about it, it was all against what he always believed, but right there in that living room his body spoke louder than his words when he grabbed my bare cock with his left hand putting it in the right place, just when he opened his ass to receive it all in. It was time to get him pregnant. I fucked him gentle at first and then harder and harder. I couldn’t stop. His hole was so tight, it was just so good feeling my cock actually opening his ass, making him scream and shiver with a mix of pleasure and pain. He was mine, he was there secretly waiting for a huge load in his ass, and I wasn’t going to disappoint him. I shot my load right in his guts, and stayed there fucking him for a while just to work that toxic load in his ass a bit. Just like it started, I finished it, kissing him passionately - Thank you for letting me do that - I said - you cum a lot as well, I guessing you liked it, kid. He didn’t say a word, but his body always spoke to me. I fucked him twice again that night, both bare, both hard, both deep and with that little bit of blood that makes my job so much easier. In the morning it was time to take PrEP. Two little pills and no worries. He took the pills I gave him immediately and asked me once more if this was all he needed to do. I looked at that young stupid face and said yes, kissing him one more time, just so he could stop making questions. Five minutes later he was leaving to meet his friends. We never saw each other again. He left my place with such a look of satisfaction as if he couldn’t ask for anything else. And so couldn’t I. Everything went perfectly. I had deposited three loads of high viral cum in his neg ass and didn’t have to even touch a rubber all night. My babies were in his body already, taking control of every inch of him, and those simple pre-work out pills wouldn’t help him to stop it. There was nothing he could do. Man, I love these stupid sluts. You give them a little romance, a genuine smile, and they believe everything you say. Cannot wait to find the next one.

OmFFFFFg I thought I was the only one …. I crave that heat when I trade a plug with a buddy!

I tell you… there is nothing like the feeling of it inside you… my bf and I love taking it out and then feeling the heat of it when we trade plugs.

So, I’m 46 years old, I still have a boyish look but am definitely medium build. I do not have a gut or a beer belly and have started working out. My arms are looking a little beefy. I have been a bottom most of my gay life but I honestly have a. Very true to real 8.5” dick that curves. Add to this, I absolutely LOVE eating ass. I’m in a completely different universe when I’m getting a boys hole wet and open with my mouth and tongue. The other day, this 23 yo Latino boy showed interest. He was maybe 5’4”, slim and smooth - my fav. Well, he came over after much talk and I sent him newest pics showing my medium build. He asked me why was I hung up on this I said, cause most young guys want an Adonis and I am not one of these Twitter models… fast forward to 3 hours later, he had been in every position a bottom could be, his home was gaping and dripping Cum asi had loaded him up a total of 4 times. But my reason for posting this is, I freaked the first time he called me daddy. said, “I wanna feel every inch of my daddies 8 plus inches”…at first I thought, am I that ugly but seeing how turned on this kid was and the smile he had the whole time, I thought, being a daddy is a good thing. well, guess I qualify as a daddy now 🥰

I still jerk off thi limg about the "daddy" that popped my cherry. I was 22 he was 50. Average build with a 9 inch cock. He could only cum once a session but took forever and shot a huge load. The first time we were together we started by making out which progressed to me blowing him and him working my hole with lubed fingers then a dildo and finally inserting a large plug while we 69d. After a while inwas begging him to fuck me. He got up, rolled on a condom and I immediately took it off of him and told him to cum inside me. He lubed up his cock. Put me on my hands and knees, slowly removed the plug and fucked me for the next 35 minutes before Cumming in me. I then came inside him 3 times before falling asleep. I woke him up the next morning by blowing him. He dumped another load in me then and atheist 2 loads a weekend for the next 3 years

1984 i was hot and into orgies, my pozzer was more like pozzers

I wish I had a partner like this! It's the ultimate dream to live in a horny piggy promiscuous relationship with another pig. 🐽😈

I'd be a good clean up guy👄

Damn, wish I had a buddy like you to pump me out!

Keep going, you're writing it well...

I got to cross that off my list a few moths back. Live near a park and a homeless guy there has always made my hole open. He is a scruffy white otter type. 6'1" and masculine. Didn't think he was gay but one day he was near some restrooms and we met up. he let me suck his musky cock and balls and bent me over the sink and put fucked me raw. he shot deep - no intention of pulling out.

Damn! That has me so hard and I’ve never PNP’d a guy reads that to me and I’ll be ready for almost anything!

Chapter 15: Keeping the Ball Rolling Daniel had been right on target about the gay community and its ways of spreading news. Laszlo had told three people on Saturday. By Sunday night, he had received over two dozen messages of congratulations from various people. Some were involved in the porn trade; others were not. He’d even gotten a few messages from people he didn’t know, but who had gotten his private email address. These had wanted to congratulate him but, even more, hoped that he would give them Daniel’s email address. He wouldn’t. The ones he appreciated most were the heartfelt letters from Lianne and Miklos. Miklos in particular sounded a little smug. The unmistakable I-told-you-so tone of his letter was forgivable, considering the key role he had played in getting Laszlo to hustle his butt and go find his man. Laszlo read the smugness between the lines readily enough, but he didn’t let that stop him from thanking Miklos for pushing him into those critical first steps on the road to happiness. As for Lianne, she sent him hearty congratulations, but also two pieces of big news of her own – she had left Powerdrill Films and gotten a much better paid position in the online production arm of a major film and TV producer. As well, she had begun a really promising relationship with a guy she’d met through mutual friends. Laszlo certainly smiled at that since Lianne, ever since he’d met her, had experienced nothing but bad luck in her dating life. He immediately fired back that he was very happy for her and added that he hoped her new boyfriend wouldn’t be too upset about her previous career! All these messages raised an interesting conundrum for Laszlo. The next night, on FaceTime, he brought it up for discussion. “Daniel, you were right – the news got all over town in no time. I’ve had a whole string of the nicest emails from just about everyone I ever met at Hawaiian Nine, and they’re all so happy for both of us. But there’s a small problem. I don’t think it’s right for me to be relaying their good wishes to you at second hand. And there’s the thing: no one except Marina and me knows your new email address and phone number. Is it okay for me to pass those along when I’m answering them, or do you want to reach out to them yourself?” Daniel hemmed and hawed for a minute. “I don’t know, Laszlo. I moved here to escape from the porn business…” “…and me!” “Yes, and you, and I’m afraid to open the floodgates and bring it all down on my head again.” “Are you afraid as in fear of changing your mind and going back?” “Yikes! Don’t even suggest such a thing! But I know how persistent people can get. I’m not so much concerned about our friends as I am about other people who might get my contacts from them, by accident perhaps – and then hassle the living daylights out of me.” “Okay, I can see that. Fair enough. But, Daniel, that’ll mean hiding out from everyone for the rest of your life. You don’t really want to do that, I’m sure. Just mark the line out very clearly. Tell our friends that you’re done for good, and so am I, and then they won’t think of sharing your contact info or mine with others in the industry, where it could raise problems. I’ve had a couple of emails asking if I’m available for projects, and I just replied that I was now retired from the porn game for good and they could remove my name from their lists and plans.” “Any feedback?” “One producer, who shall remain nameless, sent back a snarky comment wondering if I had found a boyfriend yet, and if so, which godforsaken corner of the world did I have to go to find him.” “The nerve!” Laszlo belted out a great laugh. “Good thing we weren’t talking in person. I’d never have kept a straight face when I thought about having to fly partway across the Pacific to hunt for you!” That got Daniel laughing too. “Okay, I guess it will be all right. I’ll send out a bunch of letters tonight and include my phone number in them.” “That’ll be great. They’ll all be so glad to hear from you. But now we have another problem.” All this time, Laszlo had been surreptitiously rubbing the bulge in the front of his shorts, out of the line of sight of the camera. Now he tilted his phone down, and rubbed it some more, highlighting the very clear shape of a hard cock through the fabric. “A very hard problem. Painfully hard.” “Funny you should mention that. I have a similar problem.” Daniel now angled his camera downwards and showed a splendid view of a thick, rigid pole pushing up the centre of his grey briefs into a sizable tent. He wrapped his hand around the shaft, bunching the cloth together into a kind of sleeve as he slid his hand slowly up and down. A large wet spot slowly appeared over the top of the tent pole. “I can’t help it. For some weird reason, it starts feeling this way every time we talk.” Laszlo groaned and began to untie the drawstring of his shorts. “Same for me.” By now, Daniel was sliding his briefs down with one hand, trying to hold the phone steady as the famous Hawaiian Nine came into full view. Laszlo stared at the screen of his phone and gave his cock another good rub before lifting up his ass and sliding his shorts down to the floor. “Fuck, that dick looks so good. I’d love to be there right now, getting down on my knees and licking that juice off the head before I swallowed it down my throat.” “Nobody’s ever been able to swallow this thing as well as you. Fuck, it would be so great to have you here and working on it right now.” “I could keep sucking it and working on it with my hand until you blow your load into my mouth. Then, I could come up and start kissing you and we could swap the cum back and forth between us until I shoot my load all over your abs.” “And then?” “Then I’d lick that all up and share it with you as well.” “No other place to use it?” “Well… I said that’s what I could do. But what I’d really like to do is this.” Laszlo had managed, during this, to prop his phone up on the desk against some of his things. Now, he got up, turned around, and got on his knees on the chair, showing his bare ass to the camera, and reaching back with one hand to push a finger into his hole. “This is where I really want that big cock. Deep inside me. Bare, hard cock. Feeling the juice leaking out, using my cum as lube for you. Opening me up better than anyone else has ever done it.” “Oh, fuck!” “Sliding that big tool right up inside me.” “Fucking pushing your guts out of the way to make room for it. Pumping deep inside you, your hole grabbing at me and squeezing down, chewing on me – you’re so fucking good at that – oh, shit, I can feel it now, feel your hole working me over….” “Your cock’s getting bigger, I can tell you’re fucking ready to blow inside me. Do it, Daniel! Shoot that big fucking load all the way in!” “Drilling deep into you… getting bigger and harder… it’s gonna… I’m fucking cumming inside your ass!” Daniel groaned loudly. Laszlo ducked his head between his legs in time to see the screen as Daniel’s big, swollen dick head convulsed and shot a stream of cum two feet clear in the air. The sight made him speed up his own jerking motions. He quickly spun around on the chair, got to his feet, and pointed his dick right at the phone as he gave three or four vicious yanks on it and came in a second monster explosion, just a few seconds after Daniel. He collapsed on the chair. The two of them were both breathing heavily. Gradually their rapid gasping slowed down to a more normal rate. Daniel opened his eyes and looked at Laszlo, at first sad but then broadening into a smile. “That’s crazy. Laszlo, I’ve never, ever cum like that from jerking off.” “Well, look what you did to me! I’m going to have to go take a shower again to clean up after getting fucked like that!” “You’ve got to wipe some of that mess off your phone too. I can’t see the left side of your face any more, it’s all blurry. What we both need to do is get tripods that can hold the phones – so we have both hands free at all times for whatever. What did you use?” “A couple of accounting and management books and a paperweight.” Both of them laughed. But then Daniel turned sombre. “Pretty damn hot, until you remember that it’s a poor substitute for the real thing. What is it now? Three more weeks? Then we have that long weekend together. I hope you’ll like the place I picked out.” “Daniel, as long as you’re there, it’ll be perfect. Sorry, love, I’m going to have to go now. I have to get some sleep – I can’t be late for work in the morning. Daniel, I love you so much.” “And I love you, Laszlo. See you again tomorrow night.” Three weeks later, Laszlo got the long-awaited text message. “Safe landing, in the Uber now, should be there in an hour.” Daniel had decided to come on Thursday night and stay with Laszlo at his place, and then on Friday a limo would pick them up to drive to their weekend getaway. It seemed to Laszlo like several hours before the phone rang, showing the door code. He immediately buzzed Daniel in, and then went to the door to wait, dressed in nothing but a very brief pair of bright red briefs. At least Laszlo remembered to check the door viewer when the knock came – and a good thing, too. It was Ricky. He opened the door a trifle on the chain, and growled, “Not now! I’ve got company coming. Get lost!” “Okayyy….” Laszlo let the door slam. But he was pretty certain, knowing what he did about Ricky, that he’d be loitering somewhere outside to see who turned up. Another knock. This time he saw the right face when he looked. “Well! Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Daniel walked in, dropped his bag, and had his arms around Laszlo from behind even before Laszlo could finish securing the door again. Laszlo moaned in delight, feeling the big lump in Daniel’s trousers pressing into his crack as Daniel’s hands explored his pecs and tweaked his nipples, all while Daniel was busy kissing his way along Laszlo’s shoulder and up to his neck. End of dialogue. Now was not the time for words, but for action. Daniel was already busy kicking his shoes off as Laszlo spun around and attacked the front of his waistband, getting his slacks undone in record time and pushing them down to the floor. He then grabbed Daniel’s shirt and tore it open in his haste to get it off. The two of them were in a wild state of excitement, hands all over each other everywhere as they struggled to get at each other as fast as possible. In another moment, Daniel had yanked Laszlo’s briefs down and pressed him up against the wall, dropping down and burying his face in his lover’s firm round ass and going right to town with his tongue. Laszlo moaned in delight at the sensations, arching his back to thrust his ass out even further, and reaching back with his hands to pull the cheeks farther open. “Fuck… fuck… Daniel, that’s so fucking good. Eat my ass… stick your tongue in me… get me ready….” Daniel complied, working his tongue with little stabbing motions into Laszlo’s hole, opening it, loosening it, getting it wet. Laszlo’s rigid dick was already leaking a steady stream of precum. So was Daniel. Laszlo groaned again. “Fuck, Daniel, quit wasting time. I can’t wait for it. Get that dick inside me and fuck my brains out!” As he said that, he reached back again, swiping a palmful of his own pre-cum onto his hole and then fingering it in. “You want this cock?” “Fuck yes! Quit teasing me and fuck me!” In another minute, Daniel had wrapped his arms around Laszlo’s chest and was slamming his hips repeatedly against Laszlo’s ass cheeks, the loud slapping noises echoing in the apartment. Laszlo could feel that he was almost ready to cum, even after just a few minutes, and he guessed that Daniel would be just as close. Laszlo was working his hole as fast as he could go, stroking Daniel’s big nine-incher as it slammed repeatedly inside him. Daniel’s breathing was getting irregular, holding in and then gasping for air before holding in again. Both of them knew it was time. Laszlo hadn’t even touched his cock, but it was jumping up and down by itself. Now he had both hands stretched up the wall above his head, bracing himself as Daniel slammed harder and harder into him. “Fucking cumming….” Laszlo had barely gasped out the words when his cock blew a stream of cum up and out. It shot right up over his shoulder and hit Daniel in the face. And that set Daniel off, blasting a five-day load of hot cream deep inside Laszlo’s ass while Laszlo’s muscles kept grabbing at him as his own cock kept firing. Then the two of them collapsed on the floor, gasping for air. Faintly, through the door, Laszlo heard a loud moan and guessed that someone – Ricky for sure -- had been listening in and there would be another fresh cum stain on the wall of the corridor. The superintendent would have to wash the walls down yet again tomorrow. Eventually, they picked themselves up and left a mess of cum and discarded clothes behind as they made their way to the bedroom. After a long, luxurious shower together, they got into bed and snuggled down under the covers. At first, they just indulged in a lengthy spell of making out and stroking each other’s bodies. Soon, though, Daniel got his hand on Laszlo’s dick again. “Does that thing ever go down?” Laszlo laughed, remembering how he had said the exact same words to Daniel when they bedded down together after their first scene shoot. He, too, picked up his cue from that historic moment. “You want to have another go and see if you can make it go soft?” By this time, Daniel had clued in to the joke. But he then took this scene in a different direction, saying, “Something’s not quite fair here. You got yourself a buttload of hot cum, and what did I get in return for emptying my balls into you?” “What did you have in mind?” For answer, Daniel turned around and presented his ass for Laszlo’s inspection. “There you go. Do I need to draw you a diagram?” Laszlo mumbled something unintelligible. It may have been due to the fact that he already had his face planted into Daniel’s crack, kissing and tonguing his ass to get him warmed up for Round Two. When Daniel and Laszlo had first met, Daniel had seen butt-munching as a necessity of the job, something he did because the fans expected it. But Laszlo had changed his mind in a hurry when they had met again in Hawaii a month earlier. Laszlo was an expert of a high order, and Daniel now realized that getting his ass eaten was one of the greatest and most pleasurable experiences in the world, as long as it was Laszlo doing it. While he was thinking that, Laszlo had added a questing finger to his probing tongue, and he was well on the way to opening Daniel up completely for his cock. And when it was ready, he moved up on top of Daniel and slowly sank his tool all the way into his man’s hole while Daniel emitted a quiet, long-drawn purr of “Ooohhhh… yeeeaaahhhh….” Daniel turned his head over his shoulder so he could meet Laszlo’s kisses while Laszlo slowly fucked him. After a while, though, that wasn’t good enough for him any more. He pulled free for a moment, squirmed over onto his back, and lifted his legs up so that Laszlo could find his way inside again. And there they were, together once more, joined once more, sharing their favourite position again – the position that allowed them to take all the time in the world to kiss each other while Laszlo continued moving, slowly and gently, inside Daniel. They continued like this for over half an hour, experiencing anew the never-failing delight of being able to face each other and stroke each other’s bodies while they were joined, cock and ass, into the fullest union with each other. In time, though, Laszlo began showing signs of growing arousal, and Daniel knew it was time to speed up, to stop edging and go for the climax. As Laszlo’s thrusts became faster and surer, Daniel’s moans of excitement grew louder, egging him on. Laszlo had now gotten into a full push-up position, raised up on his hands above Daniel’s hard-muscled body with his cock plunging deep inside Daniel’s butt on each thrust. And the thrusts were coming faster and faster. It was time to urge each other to the peak. Daniel muttered, “Oh, yeah. Give it to me. Give it to meee….” Laszlo replied, “Gonna breed you and seed you. Get ready, here it cums….” With one final mighty thrust, Laszlo pumped out his second load of sperm deep inside Daniel’s hole, filling him up to overflowing as his cock kept contracting and expelling more and more. Daniel grabbed his own tool, gave it a half-dozen quick tugs, and pulsed out another geyser of sperm that fell all over his abs and down over the treasure trail to his crotch. Laszlo collapsed down on top of Daniel, and they resumed their kissing with barely a missed beat. Finally, though, Laszlo eased out and let Daniel lower his legs into place. Then they snuggled close to each other, each wrapped securely in the other’s arms, and stayed that way until they drifted off. Laszlo awoke first, an hour and a half later. It was full dark. He slowly kissed Daniel awake. In the darkness, Daniel couldn’t quite make out anything except the face of the man he loved peering down at him. He muttered, “Watch your eyes,” and reached over to the bed table to turn the lamp on. Then they could look at each other properly, at their broad, happy smiles. “I’m hungry,” Daniel said. “Haven’t eaten for hours and I’ve been working pretty hard.” Laszlo pouted. “I’ve worked just as hard.” Then they both laughed. “Pizza to go?” “Sounds good to me. What do you like?” “All meat. Maybe a double hit of spicy Italian sausage.” “Sounds good to me. Figures you’d go in a big way for sausage. Here, you crack and pour some wine, I’ll get on the app and put in the order.” By the time the pizza arrived half an hour later, they were well into the second glass of wine – but at least they were decently dressed. That didn’t stop the pizza delivery guy from giving them a knowing grin. The smells of man-to-man sex must have been pretty thick in the air of Laszlo’s apartment by this time. Laszlo had to ask him. “Why the grin?” “It’s my ‘give me a big enough tip and I’ll keep quiet’ grin.” Laszlo sniggered. “I’d prefer to think of it as your ‘memorize this address and come back next week’ grin.” The pizza guy smiled knowingly again, took the tip, and left them alone. “Well, that sounds promising,” Daniel chuckled. “I was starting to worry that you were turning into a complete monk, and you’d forget all about how to function.” “Not much chance. Sex is on tap in this building pretty near 24-7, especially on weekends. After all, this is WeHo.” They settled down to eat the pizza and finish the wine. After they were both full and feeling mellow, Daniel returned to the theme. “So, sex in the building 24-7? Tell me about who you’ve gotten.” “Ricky. Cute young blond with an ass that looks like he had a globe of the world surgically implanted.” “This sounds familiar. I think he applied for a job with me once. I had to turn him down because he was under-age, but the video he submitted sure made him look experienced.” “Oh, yeah. He’s experienced, no question. I met him the day I went to have dinner with Steve and Jim. He lives in their building, and he started flirting with me up on the roof by the pool. Nothing on but a white G-string thong. Everybody around the pool, and I do mean everybody, was watching to see what would happen. Jim told me later that he was the resident slut. I gave him a quick pump and dump in the alleyway down the street on the way home that night. He must have followed me home one day, because he turned up at the door here just before you arrived. But I think he hung out in the hall and listened for a while. I’m pretty sure I heard him moaning after that first high-speed fuck when we were just inside the door. Smart money says there’ll be a fresh cum stain on the wall out there. Too bad, it’s just his bad luck that he picked tonight.” “Why? I told you I liked three-ways.” “So do I, but not on a special night like tonight, not when we’re finally together again for what feels like the first time in years.” That led to some more prolonged kissing. After a while, Daniel resumed the theme. “What about that cute guy at your job site. Saverio?” “Silvio. Total bust. I was coming out of the office building behind him one day, and he met a gorgeous Italian girl on the sidewalk outside. They walked off together, holding hands, and with her head parked on his big broad shoulder. What about you? I think we can take Rodrigo for granted. Anyone else get the Hawaiian Nine treatment?” Daniel turned serious for a minute. “You know, Laszlo, now that I’m your boyfriend and we’ve both decided to exit the porn industry, I think it’s time we put that nickname to bed for good. Being the Hawaiian Nine was a great role to play when I was young, but I’m older and wiser now. I can set it aside with no regrets because I’ve found a different version of myself that I like better.” “I totally get it. Arpad Nagy can go into retirement along with him. Now, your adventures!” “Rodrigo came home with a sexy young Asian surfer in tow one afternoon. Met him down the beach and was really impressed by his surfing moves. Turned out he was some sort of regional championship winner in Japan. Anyway, I was mostly impressed by his moves in bed. This guy couldn’t have been more than five foot two, at most, and maybe weighed a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, but he took the whole of my dick without any squawk at all. Actually, he was 100% bottom, so the two of us spit-roasted him, changing ends every so often. Kept it going for three quarters of an hour, and as soon as Rodrigo dumped in his hole, we changed ends once more. After about thirty more seconds, I bred him too. We scooped as much as we could get of our loads out of his ass and fed it to him – and he swallowed it all and begged for more. Rodrigo was done by then, but I gave him another load, deep inside, before we called it a day and let him stagger off home to recuperate.” “Fuck, that sounds hot. Think we could find him again next time I cum over?” “I’d bet on it. Rodrigo certainly didn’t sound willing to treat him as a mere fuck-and-forget.” “Dammit, Daniel, all this hot talk is making me hard again.” “Not surprising – but save it. We’ve got the next three days together and we have to pace ourselves, or at least try to. I just want to snuggle down to sleep, holding my boyfriend close to me.” “You really love saying that word, don’t you? Happiness just pours out of you in strong waves every time you say, ‘my boyfriend.’” “Does this surprise you? You do realize that you are the very first man I’ve ever loved so much that I wanted to call him my boyfriend.” Laszlo looked faintly shocked. But he recovered quickly. “Come here. Snuggle and sleep time.” They wrapped themselves up in each other, physically and emotionally, and closed their eyes. In the morning, they were up in good time, showering together but not playing around. The car was going to be there for them at 10 AM, and they needed to be ready. As they enjoyed their coffee with hot rolls, cheese, and ham, European style, Daniel remarked on the nice view Laszlo had from his little dinette table next to the window. There was a lot more greenery than usual, thanks to the building on the next street that had a cluster of hibiscus bushes around its pool. Laszlo laughed. “You should see the view later in the day, when the hot boys who live there come out to the pool and start playing around. I’m sure they get an extra thrill out of knowing they’re being watched.” Daniel grunted, “Bunch of porn star wannabes. Oh, by the way, the weather is looking a bit unpredictable so you might want to pack a warm hoodie and a rain jacket as well as your usual clothes – and a good hot swimsuit too.” At ten, they were out on the street when the limo pulled up. The driver, a prematurely white-haired Nordic type, introduced himself as Sebastian, and loaded their small luggage into the back after he held the door for them to climb in. “Wow!” Laszlo said. “I’ve never ridden in one of these beauties before. Have you?” Daniel nodded. “The guy I hooked up with when I first came here from Hawaii – he was a big-shot porn producer. He loved to spend his money on hiring a huge limo like this and cruising around town in it with a bevy of hot boys to take turns on sucking and fucking him in the car. That’s how I met him. Worst $500 I ever earned in my life.” Laszlo nodded and said no more. It was the first time Daniel had ever alluded to his more distant past when talking to him, and it was plain that it wasn’t a pleasant memory. They settled back in the plush rear seat, cuddled close to each other, and popped the cork on the bottle of champagne placed there in readiness for them. As the limo cruised quietly through the traffic of Los Angeles, eventually getting onto the I-5, Laszlo wasn’t paying much attention to the outside world. The car purred quietly along on the highway, and he simply sat back, absorbed in the nearness and comfort of Daniel being right beside him and holding him as they finished off their champagne and dozed off back to sleep together. When he awoke, though, it was a different matter. The limo was moving more slowly, plainly climbing and driving along a road that was all curves and turns and steep grades. Daniel was awake now too, and Laszlo turned to him. “Are we going where I think we’re going?” “It’s possible.” About twenty minutes later, Laszlo saw a gateway which he recognized coming into view on the right-hand side of the road. The limo turned and rolled slowly into the winding driveway of the Alta Vista Sierra Lodge. As they got out of the car in front of the lodge’s entrance, Laszlo was struck all over again – just as on their first trip here for their final shoot – by the crisp clarity of the mountain air. Sebastian unloaded their bags, and confirmed the time when he would pick them up for their return trip to the city on Monday. Then he got into the limo, turned it with consummate skill in the limited space, and drove slowly away. They went inside, got checked in, and were escorted by the owner to the same suite which they had used for their filming over two years ago. As soon as the owner left, Daniel turned to Laszlo and said, “First things first. The hot tub’s right outside the sliding door. Swimsuit time!” Both of them had new suits to show off, Daniel’s a squarecut in royal blue with yellow flashes, designed with a full pouch in the front big enough to contain his equipment, and Laszlo in a flashy brief of brilliant tropical blues and greens. Laszlo chuckled as he saw Daniel strutting over to the door. “That look is quite a shift from those long jammers you always wear for surfing.” Daniel laughed, and then led him outside to the bubbling hot water. They climbed into the tub and sat there, snuggled against each other again while they admired the spectacular view of the rugged mountains towering up around them on three sides. Laszlo sighed in sheer contentment. Somehow, he never tired for a moment of simply sitting close to Daniel, letting their bodies rest against each other. They didn’t have to be doing anything – although it was terrific when they did. Just being so close to each other was everything he needed right now. “What was that sigh for?” Daniel asked. Laszlo explained. Then Daniel spoke again. “Laszlo, I just can’t get over how often we’re right on the same wavelength about things like this. It’s a real miracle. I just hope we still feel this way about each other fifty years from now.” “Any reason why only fifty years?” “Just a random number. All I want is to stay with you for the rest of my life.” “And I’m right on the same wavelength with you about that too, my love.” That night, the lodge’s chef laid out a splendid buffet dinner for the guests, a regular Friday night feature of the property, and they had a wonderful time picking out all the different dishes they wanted to sample. There was a well-stocked cellar, too, and they shared a choice bottle of wine along with the meal, before finishing with a crème brulée that was to die for and aromatic coffee. Back in their suite after dinner, they sat for a while on the terrace, gazing up at the starlit sky, and then turned in for the deepest, most restful sleep either of them could remember. The next two days were filled with hiking on the trails in the forest, one of which led to a panoramic view over the entire valley and the waterfalls where the river tumbled down the mountainside into the gorge below them. Then there were more spectacular meals on the terrace outside the dining room, and daily visits to the hot tub. These had to be kept discreet, because there were other guest rooms overlooking their terrace, but they still managed to sneak in a few surreptitious gropes and squeezes, enough to make the business of getting out of the water without showing off their arousal a tricky matter. And the sex. Laszlo and Daniel were steadily learning more and more about all the hundred and one ways they could turn each other on, and they were growing into a more and more rewarding sexual relationship with each session as a result. Neither of them had really understood until now how the sex in a relationship could become so intensely personal, although they’d always felt how special it was on an emotional level. On their final night, they went the whole hog for dinner, ordering and savouring the spectacular chateaubriand along with a top-notch red Bordeaux, and finishing off with a premium cognac along with their coffee. As they sat outside on another star-filled trip to the hot tub, Laszlo held Daniel close and murmured, “This whole visit has been absolutely magical. Thank you for making it possible.” “Magic is what we deserve. Nothing but the best will do for us, my dear Laszlo. But now, and I’m sorry to break the mood, what comes next? Of course, the car will be back at noon. He’ll drive us back to the city, take me to the airport first for my 7:45 flight home, and then drive you back to your apartment. But after that?” “Another three weeks of the work site, and then I have a three-week break before my final in-class term. Guess where I want to go for that down time.” “Hmm. Would it possibly be Kauai, by any chance?” “How did you guess?” They both laughed. “As long as you don’t mind me staying at your place with the other guys.” “Well, I guess we could stand the expense of one more mouth to feed.” “Smart ass!” “So, three weeks in Hawaii. And then, when that time is up, we can fly home together.” For a moment Laszlo looked uncertain, and then it dawned on him. “You mean…?” “I mean that it’s time. Time to come out of hiding, time for me to return to Los Angeles, time for us to become a proper full-time couple. As long as you don’t mind me moving right into your place and then staying for good.” Laszlo was so overwhelmed with the joy of the moment that he couldn’t even think up a sarcastic response. He flung himself into Daniel’s arms, kissing him until they were both thoroughly breathless. At last, he relaxed enough to say, “A proper full-time couple. Daniel, I can’t wait!” It took several more hours after that for them to wind down enough to get to sleep. Of course, the scramble out of the hot tub to get back inside in the rapidly cooling mountain air revved them up. Then, there seemed to be no limit to either their imaginations, or the ability of their bodies to keep generating erections and orgasms once they got into bed. At last, though, nature had her way and they fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms as they always did – and as they would always do. They opened the final morning with coffee in the hot tub, yelping again at the chill in the air as they finally had to crawl out of the hot water and run back inside. Showers, dressing, packing all followed, before they went down to the dining room at ten for a late brunch. And then it was time to check out and walk out the entrance to find Sebastian waiting for them with the limousine. Bags loaded, they climbed into the back and relaxed for a sleepy drive back to Los Angeles. One final quick good-bye outside Terminal 2, and then Daniel walked briskly away into the terminal. Laszlo was left, standing at the curb, looking disconsolate. “I’m sorry,” Sebastian said. Laszlo looked at him. “It’s obvious that you are sad to see him leave, and I’m sorry for your sadness.” “Thanks. But it’ll be all right. It isn’t for much longer now.” Sebastian gave him a fatherly pat on the shoulder, and Laszlo climbed back into the limousine for the final leg of the trip home. When Laszlo walked into his apartment, he immediately set aside his sadness and began thinking ahead. What could he ditch, what could he store, to make room for Daniel to move in? Then he realized he was getting the cart in front of the horse. First things first. He went online to book a flight, and then sent the details to Daniel. Three weeks later, he was sitting on the plane for the flight back to Kauai. He had again gotten a seat on the nonstop flight. Flying back from the island the last time, he’d been grateful to shorten the time that he had to sit there in misery because of missing Daniel. Now, he was excited because it shortened the time he had to wait to be with Daniel again. Those magical words “for good” were ringing in his mind for the entire trip. As he exited the security area in the partially open-air terminal, he was greeted by the familiar smiling face of – Rodrigo? “Hi, Laszlo! Daniel asked me to come and get you.” “Why?” “He had a bit of an accident when surfing this morning. Probably nothing big, but he’s in the ER waiting to be checked over.” “Well, let’s get over there! I have to see him!” “Easy, easy, Laszlo. That’s exactly where we’re going.” Laszlo was all fidgets for the ten minutes it took to drive to the hospital. True, Rodrigo had said it was “nothing big” but these surfer dudes used that kind of language to describe waves that would rock a fifteen-deck cruise ship significantly. They got to the hospital and walked into the emergency room to be greeted by a fussing and fuming Daniel. Laszlo was reassured right away. If he was only annoyed, and not gritting his teeth in pain, it couldn’t be that bad. After he’d hugged and kissed Laszlo, he turned to Rodrigo and blew off some steam. “Next in line. They finally told me I’m next in line. After waiting for almost twelve hours.” “What the hell?” “Rodrigo, it’s like every pregnant woman in Kauai suddenly decided to have her baby this afternoon, and there’s only one doctor on call. Every time I’m just about to get in there, they page her back to the maternity ward. Babies! The one thing that won’t wait for anyone or anything else, and the whole world must bow down and stand aside because Emperor or Empress Baby is on the way!” Laszlo suppressed a smile at hearing Daniel ranting like this. But at last Daniel calmed down enough to turn to him and ask how he was after his flight. Laszlo said, “All the better for seeing you sounding off about babies like this. Rodrigo really had me worried when he said you were stuck in the ER. Probably nothing wrong with you that a good night in bed won’t cure.” Rodrigo adopted a portentous, Wizard-of-Oz voice. “The Great Doctor Laszlo has spoken.” That made Daniel laugh finally. And then he was called in. He came back twenty-five minutes later with the soothing news that it was likely just a sprain but in a very unusual place, and he needed to rest and ice it for the next few days. With that, they got into Rodrigo’s extended cab pickup and headed back to the beach house. Sure enough, the sprain did gradually heal with good care, and Daniel was back to full form after about five days. On the third morning, at breakfast, Brad was mock-complaining to Arian about how they never saw Daniel any more, because his friend Laszlo was seemingly holding him captive in bed – probably had him tied to the bedposts, face down and unable to escape. Arian was laughing his head off at Brad’s dramatics, but then Rodrigo walked in, looking unusually solemn. Brad turned and said, “What’s up with you?” “Brad, I heard what you were saying. Just so you know, Laszlo isn’t just a friend, and this isn’t just a holiday fling. Daniel’s gotten incredibly lucky, and we should all be so lucky. He’s joined that short list of people who find the great love, the lifetime love, the one that so few people ever find for themselves.” Arian thought for a moment. “Rodrigo, you actually sound jealous.” “I am – a little. Not because I wanted Daniel for myself, but because I’ve never seen such a lifetime love in action before, and now I’m beginning to wish I had one for myself. It’s weird. I swore I would never fall into that trap, but suddenly it doesn’t look like a trap any more – and I wish I knew how to make the luck break that way for me. I guess I wish for too much.” “You never know, Rodrigo. I’ll bet Daniel never thought it would happen for him either.” Brad’s tone had also become much quieter and more thoughtful. While Daniel was metaphorically tied to the bed – by the need to soothe his sprain – he and Laszlo weren’t engaging in nonstop sexual acrobatics. Instead, they were talking nonstop about the future – about how they would handle everything from food shopping and household management to evening or overnight guests and travel planning. Laszlo spoke about the work he’d done to free up space for Daniel to put his things, and Daniel reassured him by telling him about how he’d actually sold off most of his stuff when he left California. At that, Laszlo’s face fell – and Daniel asked, “Now what?” “Please tell me you didn’t get rid of that incredible rainbow swirl abstract painting over the sofa!” “I loaned it to Lianne. She’s still got it, in her place. We’ll get it back.” “Just sign me, ‘Massively Relieved.’” Daniel laughed and Laszlo joined in. Laszlo, though, did spend some time out and about every day. He’d just treated himself by buying a really good SLR camera, and he wanted to practise with it by photographing everything in sight, from sexy surfer boys (an obvious choice) to tropical flowers and trees. Day by day, he was getting a better grip on how it worked, and what he could do with it. By the third week, the whole house had settled into a smooth routine with Laszlo every bit as much a part of the gang as any of the others. He joined right in with the ribald jokes and raucous laughter, showed real courtesy in greeting the unexpected overnight guests with Brad or Arian (or both) at morning coffee each day, and relished the time spent sitting on the sand dunes between coffee and breakfast, watching his man out surfing with his friends. Laszlo had actually amassed a substantial gallery of long-range photos of Daniel and his buddies by the time they neared the end of the three week holiday. The other really great thing that happened was the arrival of another new member of the group: Seiji, the slim, small young Japanese surfer who’d very obviously developed what was (at the least) a major crush on Rodrigo. He’d spent two separate nights with Rodrigo during the first two weeks, but in the third week he’d stayed for several nights in a row – and Rodrigo was obviously enjoying his company. Brad even picked Laszlo’s brain about it. “Do you think maybe Rodrigo might be falling in love with Seiji?” “Too soon to say, but it’s not impossible. I hope so. I know he’s going to miss Daniel when we leave.” “We? WE???! Daniel didn’t say a word about leaving with you!” Too late, Laszlo realized that he’d stepped into the swamp. “He didn’t? That surprises me. Don’t say anything to him until I have a chance to ask him why not.” Laszlo stepped out to look for Daniel, and found him sitting on the bench, staring at the ocean. “What’s up, Daniel? Daniel sighed. “Just realizing that I’m really going to miss these guys and this place when we leave.” “Is that why you didn’t tell Brad you were going?” “I couldn’t figure out how to do it. So I stalled.” “Well, I just let it slip and now I’m embarrassed, because I figured you would naturally have let them know.” “I’m sorry, Laszlo. I don’t know why I find conversations like this so hard to do.” “Like when you couldn’t tell me your feelings and had to run away to Hawaii instead.” “Yes. Like that.” “Come on, Daniel. You’re not that scared, lonely kid getting sucked into a ride in a limo any more. You’re a grown man, awesomely competent at so many things, and you’ve got me by your side so you have no reason to be afraid. Let’s go in together and you can tell Brad and Arian, and Rodrigo, yourself.” They did. The guys were startled, but not angry, and that made all the difference. They all congratulated him and Laszlo and wished them well for the future – “and don’t be a stranger,” Brad said, to resounding applause from the others. For the last three nights before departure for L.A., they moved back into the FourWinds resort – partly out of nostalgia, but partly because Daniel had an ulterior motive. He was still curious about the general manager’s action in buying dinner for them on their previous visit and hoped to find out more. On the first night, they had a different waiter whom they had not met before. But during the meal, Daniel spotted Aaron walking by and flagged him down. He greeted them with a broad smile. “Aaron, could you please tell me if the General Manager is here tonight?” “He is, sir. He’s actually standing over there, conferring with the maitre d’.” “Could you kindly let him know that I would welcome a chance to speak with him?” “There’s no need, sir. He’s already on his way over to see you.” Aaron slipped away as the tall, lean gentleman with the handsome Hawaiian face and salt and pepper hair approached them. “Good evening, gentlemen. My name is Ken Murayama, and I am the General Manager of FourWinds Resort. It’s a pleasure to welcome your back.” Both Laszlo and Daniel had stood up. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.” “Indeed, and a pleasure to thank you in person for hour generosity to us on our last visit.” Mr. Murayama’s slightly old-world continental courtesy was infectious. Laszlo even found himself nodding his head in a slight bow, a throwback to his school training about appropriate dignity when meeting Hungarian ancestral nobility. “I hope you are finding everything in the resort to your liking.” “Very much so.” Daniel had seized the opportunity to take the lead. “I would like to ask a further favour. Could you possibly give me a little of your time to speak in private in your office, tomorrow?” “As much as you wish, Mr….? “Nakamura. Daniel Nakamura.” Murayama’s face broke into a slightly knowing smile. “It will be a pleasure. Would eleven o’clock suit you?” “That will be ideal.” “Splendid. I will see you then. Mr. Nakamura, Mr. Kertesz (and the names were delivered with a slight but courteous bow), enjoy the rest of your evening.” “Thank you.” “Thank you very much.” He stepped away and they sat down and resumed their meal. Once he was out of earshot, Laszlo commented, “There’s a real gentleman of the old school.” “Indeed.” “Could you explain what that was all about?” “I can’t – yet. But there’s something about him. When I saw his photo on the hotel’s website, it was very tiny -- but the face seemed familiar somehow. I felt that even more strongly when I saw him tonight. I’m hoping to find out more when I speak with him.” “Do you want me there too?” “Perhaps better not. He might hesitate to open up with another person present.” “Fair enough. Can I borrow the Jeep for the morning? I’ll take the camera and go up to the canyon, see what I can do with it up there.” “Good plan, Laszlo. I’ve seen it enough times, once more or less won’t do me any harm. Enjoy yourself up there on the mountain!” The next morning, at eleven o’clock sharp, Daniel presented himself at the General Manager’s office, reflecting as he did so that “presented himself” was exactly the right wording for a man with Mr. Murayama’s old-world brand of courtesy, and that he perhaps should have gotten some calling cards first. The secretary took his name in, and came right back out, holding the door. “Right this way, sir.” “Thank you,” The General Manager was standing, waiting for him with a smile and an extended hand. “Welcome, Mr. Nakamura. What can I do for you?” “Daniel, please.” “Of course. Ken. Although my actual Hawaiian name is Kanani.” “Ken, then. I hope you won’t think this too forward of me, but I can’t help thinking that your face is slightly familiar, in a context which I can’t identify. I’m wondering, too, why you chose to offer the hotel’s hospitality to us at dinner on our last visit. We appreciated the courtesy very much, of course, but I couldn’t help wondering. I’ve had enough business experience myself to know that one doesn’t just give the farm away to every person who walks through the gate. Was there perhaps some more specific reason why you did that?” The General Manager sighed deeply, seeming lost in thought for a few moments. Then he roused himself and returned his attention to his visitor. “You come straight to the point, Daniel. And you’re quite right. There is a reason. I’ll be happy to tell you the whole story, if you wish.” “If you would, please.” “Very well. I’m prepared to do so because I was already asked to do so some years ago and because – as strange as this may sound – some people would say that I have a fair right to be considered your uncle.”

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)

I used to wake up with a boner every morning once I turned nine, and soon learned that it felt really good when I rubbed it, but I didn't ejaculate cum until I was thirteen. Once I knew how good it felt I jacked off every time I thought I had even a little bit of privacy. Thing was I went to a boys only boarding school and I got caught rubbing one out often, but I just couldn't help myself. Odd thing was there were no attractive women in the school so, being as sheltered as I was, I couldn't understand why I was always horny. When I went home on school holidays I shared a room with my brother and since he went to bed an hour before I did, I didn't bother to try and hide what I was doing, so it didn't surprise me when he asked what I was doing, and then asked to see me cum. It never went any further than that though. It was a new friend I met during my first year in college who truly awakened my sexuality. One night we had been at a concert with a Rolling Stones cover band playing. Afterwards he invited me to sleep over instead of walking home because his bedroom was actually a suite on the second floor of a detached garage, so there was no way to disturb his parents, and I happily accepted. We were both totally wasted so stripping naked and getting into his bed with him naked too didn't seem at all odd. The bed was a queen size with plenty of room so it wasn't like we would roll into each other, right? I just fell asleep without a worry in the world. What woke me up is what really awakened my sexuality. I was dreaming that I was getting closer and closer to cumming until I was woken by the feeling that I was going to cum, and in the few seconds before I did cum I realized that my friend was sucking my cock as well as that it felt so good I didn't want it to stop. I just lay there not making a sound while his head bobbed up and down until I reached the point of no return, when I let out a loud groan and started pumping cum into his mouth.

I loved the locker room at my school, all those hot guys naked walking around. Some of my male class mates would always call me gay & other petty stuff when they would see me around school. But in the locker they would walk up to me naked smack my ass and say "suck my dick". In the end I was sucking guys off and getting fucked and my ass filled with cum by a locker room full of guys.

Also, for those of us who do choose to engage in activities that have a risk of gastrointestinal contamination, I think fact that we all have a microbiome in there is good to remember. If you ingest Shigella (or any other pathogen), it isn't going in there by itself. It's being added to a complex ecosystem of microbes that is in a stable equilibrium and has many benefits for its host. If your existing microbiome is robust and well-balanced, a small number of extraneous organisms find it more challenging to disrupt that equilibrium and gain a foothold for themselves. So take good care of your gut, and it will take good care of you.

you ol' romantic @daddybear54 Great chapter... ties things in nicely. 😍

I never considered myself a daddy. But some others do. I guess I don’t mind as it opens up a whole new category of guys to fuck.

Tone it down, please. I'm not giving out infractions just now, but bashing other people is inappropriate here. Publicly quoting others' private bashing counts.

Two hours later after his 2nd load, he msged me and said he was hard and horny again. I went and took his 3rd load. Today is only day 2 of the cruise and he is a horn dog!!

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