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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!

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

I’ve been back home this week visiting my dad and some family. I needed a break from it all so I went to a bar I used to frequent. It was fairly dead being a Wednesday and fairly late. Ended up knocking back a few beers with a guy at the bar. Last call came around and he offered to continue the night at his place. He wasn’t explicit about it given the kind of bar it was but was easy to read between the lines with him. Once we got into my truck he reached over and started to rub my crotch. He lived closer by and as soon as we got to his place, barely made it in the door before he dropped to his knees and took my cock out my jeans. A+ oral skills and had he kept going I would’ve blown in his mouth but he pulled off and said “hope you want to fuck because I want that cock in me”. No objections from me there! We both got naked and walked to his bedroom where I ate his hot hairy ass out for a bit. He grabbed poppers off his night stand and huffed them, passing me the bottle and I did a few hits myself. He was on his back already and pulled his legs back, I teased his hole a bit before pushing my bare cock inside. He took it well and once I was balls deep in him I started to thrust long and deep. Fucked him like that for a while and I was deep in him when I came. Stayed inside him for a while after before pulling out. He asked if I wanted to go another round and so we did, started that one with him on all 4s and finished it spoon fucking him. I left him well fucked with two of my loads inside his ass.

You are a great sexually devoted partner!!!! Having a partner who encourages sexual promiscuity by his mate is rare blessing among males. So many are surprised when they learn I not only have a husband but he is often the camera guy on my porn shoots so he can watch other guys use me for hours and capture it on film. He expects when I go out to a club that i will be in a corner or the bathroom sucking an taking cock while guys enjoy my own fat meat. I would envy your partner but I get to have the same kind of life he does where I am encouraged to be as promiscuous as possible, but I am blessed to have it as well. I hope he appreciates how lucky he is.

Bred my BF earlier this morning. Last night we had a disagreement about where to go for vacation , but this morning woke me up with a blow job. He then rode me until I busted and bred him. We are going where he wants to go lol

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)

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

I think (and this is just an opinion, not really supported (or contradicted) by any evidence to which I can point, that this is a rose-colored glasses view of why smoking-caused illnesses and obesity-caused illnesses don't generate nearly the opprobrium directed at HIV infection in men who have sex with men, or injectable drug users. I think it's about the residual effects of moral outrage over gay sex and drug use, because those are things that the powers-that-be (or were) would never acknowledge as a possibility in their worlds. The overwhelmingly straight white Christian men who ran the country (not just the government, but the major institutions of society) could see themselves getting heart disease from a lifetime of rich foods, little exercise, and celebratory cigars on a steady basis. Even those who secretly COULD see themselves getting fucked in the ass by a man were not about to let that become an approved (even grudgingly) source of medical need that society wouldn't object to meeting. That's changed somewhat, of course, thanks to decades of hard work on the part of a lot of activists (and a bunch of societal changes as a result). But while I am concerned about the spread of HIV, from a public health perspective, I'm not about to start pointing fingers at chasers regarding the health care cost consequences. In my view, there's not a lot of status difference, frankly, between someone who has bareback sex chasing poz tops, and someone who has bareback sex and doesn't do any particular checking to find out the status of the guy dumping a load in his ass. "Knowing" and "Chasing" put the person in the same position as the guy who eats "hamberders" five or six days a week or who smokes a pack and a half of cigarettes a day.

Chapter 16: The General Manager’s Story “You’re what now, Daniel? Thirty years old? I’m seventy-one. It’s hard to look around Kauai now and remember what it used to be like when I was a child. We did have some tourism, but it was very limited in scale compared to today. My parents could remember the island back to the time when the biggest hotel had 12 rooms. In my childhood, we were still mainly a rural community, a small community, and everyone was a friend. Even if we didn’t personally know every single person on the island, it felt as if we did. “And that included your mother. I can remember her as a young woman – Lehua was a beautiful girl, but also a very determined and stubborn one. And I can remember her older brother, her half-brother actually, since his father had died in an industrial accident on the mainland and their mother then remarried. Lehua’s father was the man you knew as your grandfather when you were a child. “Her brother – your Uncle Keith, his Hawaiian name was Keawe – was eleven years older, and a completely different sort of person altogether. Where Lehua was tough as nails when it suited her, Keawe was always kind and gentle, a very caring sort of man. I often wondered if that was a heritage from his father, who died long before you were born. “Since many marriages were still arranged, or at least strongly suggested by parents, Keawe married your Aunt Lily, actually Leialoha, at the age of 19. She soon fell ill, and from one cause or another was periodically sick for many years. It seemed as if she could never recover completely from one illness before the next one struck her. Keawe was devoted to her. Due to her illnesses, they were never able to have children. He cared for her with love and concern through one illness after another until cancer finally took her at the age of forty-seven. “After she died, he left the islands, settled in Seattle, and lived and worked there for the remainder of his life, never remarrying, but living alone until he, too, died at the age of sixty, thirteen years after Leialoha. “That, at least, was the way it appeared to the outside world, and to the rest of their families. The truth was both sadder and more complicated. You may perhaps have guessed at it already, if only in part. “In reality, under that veil of social conformity, Keawe and I were lovers. We had met and fallen in love in high school. The old society of Kauai was rigidly intolerant, and we had to go to great lengths to conceal our relationship from everyone – family, friends, fellow students, the school administration. We had to figure out a dozen different places where we could meet. Those were snatched, unhappy meetings, the kissing and sex hurried and furtive, where we did our best to console each other for the terrible, crushing silence and separation which society imposed on us. “Our relationship continued like that all through the years when Leialoha was so ill. I have never known for certain, but I would guess that Leialoha suspected or had actually learned about Keawe being gay, and she may have known about his relationship with me as well. That knowledge, and the anguish of being trapped in a marriage with a man who loved another man but did not love her was, I suspect, the true cause of her many illnesses. “When I married, a few years after Keawe, my family at least allowed me the freedom to choose my own wife. I had always felt a close kinship to another girl in our class, Puanani. As we talked about marriage, she confided in me that her love was actually for another girl, a maid in her parents’ home named Kalei. I in turn explained about my love for Keawe. Having shared our deep, dark secrets with each other, it became simpler for us to marry as a protective cover for us both. Puanani became pregnant very soon after our wedding, and Kalei moved into our home to act as a nanny for our twins when they were born the following year. “Our marriage lasted until the twins were old enough to set off into the wider world, and then Puanani left me. We divorced, amiably, and remained good friends as she lived openly after that with Kalei. I have to admit that I was more than a bit jealous. “I had no such good fortune. I had tried to convince Keawe that we should also live together, after my divorce and Leialoha’s death a few years later. But he would have none of it. He still loved me, he said, but he owed it to the rest of his family – I assume he meant you and Lehua’s other children – to keep his truth under cover. That was why he moved to Seattle, to distance himself from me and from my urgings to him to reconsider. “That lasted for several years, until we began to meet again. By that time I was working at one of the other resorts on the island, and he came there to stay for a holiday – a wonderful reunion for both of us, and a first time for both of us to really explore what it meant to love each other in so many more ways than we had ever managed before. “After that, we would meet once or twice a year – he would come to Hawaii on holidays, without telling his sister, and I would go up to Seattle each summer to see him there. We would hike in the mountains, there or here, and share as much time as we could with each other. “Then, thirteen years ago, he messaged me to say that he could not come. He was being treated for cancer, and the combined radiation and chemotherapy was sapping his strength. By this time, I had been appointed as the General Manager of FourWinds, three months before it was due to open to paying clients. It was the dream job of a lifetime for anyone working in the hospitality industry. Even so, I again offered to move to Seattle to care for him, but he assured me that he had a good home health care plan through his workplace, and I did not need to bother – and that I should not, under any circumstances, quit my landmark job. The next year, when he was feeling a bit better, he called to ask me to come and see him again, and of course I did. “At that meeting, he told me that it was the calm before the storm. His cancer was recurring, spreading throughout his body, and no further treatment was possible. He had opted for palliative care only, and the painkiller drugs were at least keeping the pain tolerable. We wept together for all the lost time that we had never been able to share. But then he spoke of his feelings about you, about your career and your life. “I can assure you that, although he disapproved of your career path, that disapproval had nothing to do with your sexuality. It was all out of his concern that your life might never have a chance to develop any emotional depth, that you might become hardened and jaded by endless sex on tap with no deeper feelings to balance it. He knew, of course, that his sister Lehua had cut you off and shattered her entire family by doing so. In Keawe’s mind, the fault was entirely hers, never yours. He could readily guess, from his own tough experience, at the fear which had driven you to leave home as soon as you were old enough, and at the terrible emotional penalty which your mother’s harsh actions had levied upon you, your father, your brother, and your 1sisters. And then he asked me to make him a promise. “He said to me, ‘Kanani, for all the love that has been between us, I ask you this one favour. Please do what you can to watch out for my nephew, Daniel. I hope there will come a time when he decides to change the course of his life. When that time comes, please promise me that you will watch out for him and try to help him in any way you can.’ “His eyes were the eyes of a man in pain, so I agreed and promised I would do it. And that was the last time I saw him. Three months later, more or less, I got a last letter, which he’d dictated to his nurse to send to me. He left no such last message for his sister. But in that final letter, he told me about his bequest to you, and he urged me to share our story with you at any chance I might get. “So I watched your life from a distance. In a way, I was very proud of your success, of your obvious business acumen and your reputation for delivering a high-class product. I used to study your company website for hours, memorizing the few pictures that let me see your face. I’m sorry I never watched any of your films; such things are only painful to me now. But I was very proud and even excited when you and your co-star won that unique award on your final film, because I sensed that you might indeed be starting to change your focus in life, and that the time which Keawe had hoped for might now be drawing nearer. I began wondering much more when you sold your company and then disappeared. I had a feeling that you might well return to Kauai to try to reset your life. “Since then, I’ve been watching and waiting, hoping that my guess was right and that your path might cross mine. All the same, it was a considerable surprise when you appeared that night in the restaurant and were seated just a few tables away from me. I doubt if you noticed me, but I was watching you attentively throughout your meal. Then your companion stepped away, to be replaced a few moments later by the man I recognized as your co-star. I watched what passed between the two of you… and I was enthralled. After seeing the unmistakable love that was born between you that night, I knew that it was time. I prepared the letter, tracking your new partner through his room registration to get his name, and briefed the staff on what to do. I felt sure that you would try to approach me after I had extended the hospitality of the hotel to you. “And now, twelve years after your uncle died… here we are.” ************************* Daniel sat in the office, letting his mind run, as he came slowly to terms with all of what he had just learned. At last, he shook himself out of his reverie and smiled slightly. “And now I remember where I have seen you before. It was a photo of you with Keith in a family album when I was young.” “I hope, Daniel, that telling you all of this family history has not upset you too much.” “Not at all, Uncle Ken.” At that, the older man smiled broadly. “It’s just a great deal to absorb all at once. I have always suspected that Uncle Keith might have been gay, but I never had anything to go on other than my own intuition. There was nothing to indicate that in any letters I ever got from him, even after I’d been thrown out of the family by… by his half sister, and then shunned by the rest of them.” Ken frowned slightly. “Daniel, even though she treated you so cruelly, she is still your mother – a true part of you as you are of her. She may still be of the same mind, or she may have felt regret and wished she had not been so rigid. I have no idea. What I do know, from my own experience, is that a grievance clung to can slowly eat you alive as you get older and other priorities in your life fall away. I’ve had to forgive so many people: my parents for forcing my marriage, Puanani for finding her happiness when mine escaped me, Keawe’s family for the emotional prison in which they locked him, even Keawe himself for holding me at arm’s length when there was finally a chance for us to be together. “If there’s any reason I can live with some equanimity and stability in my older years, it’s because I’ve managed to forgive them all. It wasn’t easy, but I made myself do it, because I have finally been able to see that all of them did the best they could with the hand of cards they’d been dealt by their life and times. As I also have done. And now, I have another reward to make me smile. I’ve finally gotten to meet my nephew.” Enough words had been spoken. The two of them rose, met each other around the side of the big desk, and hugged each other long and fiercely. At last, they parted and sat down. Ken moved the conversation onto new ground. “And now, what lies ahead for you and your partner… by the way, what is his name?” “Laszlo. Laszlo Kertesz.” “A fine old Hungarian name. Where do you go from here?” “I’ve been winding up my affairs here, and we are going back to the mainland on Monday to live together full time – finally!” “I can hear the relief in your voice, Daniel. And I’m sure he feels it just as strongly. It’s plain that you two share an extraordinary depth of love, communication, even communion, with each other. In the face of such powerful love, all else must give way. I’m sure you will be very happy together for all your lives, and I wish that for you. For me, perhaps, not so much. I’d been hoping that I might be able to see you from time to time now that we’ve finally met.” “Uncle Ken, we can certainly come back here for regular visits. I know Laszlo loves this island as much as I do, and for both of us, this will always be the place where we first truly met. I’m not ready to say goodbye to Kauai for the last time. And coming back will give Laszlo a chance to meet you as well.” The older man smiled again. “The good will of all your ancestors go with you.” They hugged once more, and Daniel went his way. He had been left with much to think about.

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)

CHAPTER 5: Diving into the deep end The wait wasn’t long and the instructions were direct. I was told to take one of the pills and shower. “Get a deep clean man”. I was so nervous. Things had escalated so much more quickly than I had intended. I had told him that I was free all day. He knew where I was staying. Like, he delivered a bag of strange drugs to my door. He must have connections in this town. I felt my phone vibrate. “You take the pill yet? You have 60 minutes to get ready, then you are turning over control.” Fuck. I stood there for a few minutes. My dick was throbbing and I kept making gestures towards one direction or another, all the while standing near the small table in the room where I had thrown the contents of the brown bag. Another notification. “Don’t hesitate. You want this. Strip off and take a hit of poppers, that will help. ”. It was like he was here in the room watching me. I checked the time, it was still really early in the day. I could theoretically get fucked up (and fucked) and still come down and have time to rest before going to work tomorrow morning. I wasn’t likely to make a good first impression, but here I was. I grabbed a bottle of poppers, opened them up, and took a hit. We all know what that first hit of poppers feels like, especially after a really long time without. I took a deep hit and they bowled me over. I started to moan and had to sit down at the table. I felt my hard cock bouncing for attention, but I was told to not touch it so I went for my nipples. I felt my tongue starting to come out of my mouth, in a wide open position. I was gooning. I was horny. I was giving up and giving myself over to temptation. I grabbed a pill and swallowed it. I didnt even know what it was. From my position of tweaking my nipples and feeling the popper haze, I saw another message come in. “You now have 50 minutes. Better be getting ready bitch. Update me” I wrote back. “Yes sir. I took a hit of poppers, im naked, and I swallowed a pill. Im going to go get ready now.” He told me I was a good boy, but I knew better. I wasn’t good. I was bad and it was going to get worse. I showered as quickly as I could and did my best to get a deep clean and prep for whatever was going to come next. The heat of the shower, the excitement of the moment, and the pill were having an impact on me. I started feeling fuzzy, warm, and tingly. I figured this was some form of molly or ecstasy, it felt familiar. I have been here before. Cleaned up and feeling eager, I took another hit of poppers, did my best to avoid my rock hard cock, and checked my phone. “You are going to submit. You are now under my control until 10pm tonight. You will be able to rest and recover and I will make sure you can get to work tomorrow, but you understand, you are now going to do whatever I ask? Once you say yes, you wont be able to say no. Do you understand?” I didnt hesitate. “Yes, sir”. “Good. There is a van outside waiting for you. Take it. Wear a pair of shorts, no underwear, a tshirt, and nothing else. Bring the brown bag and treats. Text me when you get to the car. Be quick. We dont have all day. ” Walking was beginning to be a bit tricky. I threw on sunglasses, my swim trunks, and a loose tshirt and headed out the door with the brown bag through into my messenger bag with a phone charger, a change of clothes, and a bottle of water. The van was out front, all windows tinted black, I couldn’t see the driver. I opened up and saw there was a barrier between the front seats and back, the centre of the van was completely empty, and there was only a far back seat. I went back, sat, down, buckled up, and texted.” “Here sir.” Instantly he replied. “Good boy. How ya feeling?” I felt the car start to move. Texting was beginning to get hard. I replied I was good, starting to feel fuzzy, and that I was a bit nervous. “Thank you boy, for telling me. We will take care of you. Take a look under your seat. Ive got a surprise for you.” Inside was a blindfold. There were many fuzzy thoughts going through my mind. Given any other circumstance, I think I would have resisted, not gotten in the van, not even answered the original text message. But this wasn’t any other circumstance. I was now high, horny, and in the back of a van being driven by a stranger, to an unknown location. I didnt even let anyone know. I didnt have much time to think any more about it. “We wont be long till you get where you are going. I have a friend coming to meet you. Take off your clothes, put your phone in the bag, put on the blindfold, and wait. Hold onto the poppers, use as much as you’d like and do as instructed.” No thinking. No hesitating. Just giving in. I did what he asked. The rest of the drive was uneventful except for the thoughts running through my mind. My cock was rock hard and it was nearly impossible to not touch it, but I suspected I was being watched, so I tried to follow instructions as given. I could feel the terrain change and the van slow down. Just as the van was coming to a stop, I took a few huge hits of poppers. I knew I was going to need them. I heard a voice. “Get out”. A rough hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the van. I landed hard, but on soft ground. I also wasn’t feeling any pain. I felt light and free, even though I couldn’t see. I felt cool air running over my body. Everything felt hypnotic and I was feeling great. I must have looked ridiculous, a tweaked out and moaning blindfolded fag, on the ground, naked, with a with a leaking hard on. I was grabbed by two separate sets of hands and arms, and told to get up and to go with these people. The voices were deep and the commands were direct, but in my state of mind, everything felt pleasant. I felt a huge slap to my ass and I almost fell over. “Come with us, we will take care of you”. The deep voice sent shivers through me. Who were these people? How did they know the guy I was texting. What have I done? I was being pulled forward. I walked as best as I could, but that pill and my nerves were getting to me. “We have taken you to a private spa. You are going to have some fun with our friends. Your master has given us strict instructions to take care of you.” My master? They must have meant the guy I was texting. The stranger from the phone. I was definitely out of my comfort zone, but I also didn’t care. I could hear doors being opened, locks being undone, and the sounds of us moving through a space that sounded tight and long, like a hallway. There was a deep pulsing soundtrack playing, plus sounds of sex, maybe porn? Another lock, another door. I was pushed down onto a soft but firm surface. I could smell poppers being placed under my nose. “Take three deep hits fag”. I did as I was told while I was coached through it. I felt warm and silky, sexy and ravenous. I wanted to be ravished. The poppers were left in my hand. “Take these whenever you want, but especially when we tell you.” I had enough range of motion that I could move my hands to my head, but not much else. My hands were fastened apart and in front of me, it felt like I was being tied to a bed. My feed were fastened as well. I was ass up, face down, blindfolded, and high. I was living my fantasy, the one I so often looked up in porn back in the day, before trying to clean my life up. But I was feeling so out of it and high that I wasn’t sure all of this was real. The slap on my ass and the rough hands spreading my cheeks though? That felt real. “What a fine and tender ass you have here slut. We are going to use you good.” I felt a liquid being applied to my ass with a thick finger. It tingled, then stung, then felt warm and hot. I could feel myself loosening, even though Im typically too tight to get fucked. One finger became two, then eventually three. I could feel myself being prepped. This was going to be an adventure. “Suck it”. A heavy and thick dick was placed at my lips. All I could do was open up. A thick drip of precum fell right on my tongue before a semi hard uncut dick was thrust into my mouth. “Yeh fag, you are going to take so much dick.” I felt the fingers being removed from my loose hole as the dick in my mouth grew to a full erection, hard, leaking, and wet with precum and my saliva. I took a hit of poppers. I could suspect what was coming next. I felt the head of a dick being placed at my hole, followed by a quick and deep entry. I tensed up, even with the poppers and the high, I was still feeling some nervousness. But it didnt hurt, it just felt like pure raw pleasure. I let out a deep moan around the dick in my mouth. “Fuck ya slut, you love this dont you?” I could only moan again in response. I could feel things escalating. My high was changing. I wasn’t just fuzzy anymore, there was a harder and more intense edge. The guy inside my ass started deepfucking me. “Gotta get you ready for more dick.” This unknown man fucked me for a few minutes while the other man fucked my mouth. All I could do was take it. They switched places and I got a taste of the dick that was in my ass. It was smaller than the dick I was sucking, but rock hard, cut, and with a thick mushroom head. He throbbed as he moved around my mouth and throat. I felt the other dick being placed at my hole, with my cheeks being spread apart. He teased me a bit, and somehow I could rationally know I should be a bit apprehensive, or worried, especially given his size, but I didn’t feel any worry. I started to push back on his dick. “Oh you want it don’t you?” I slid back as far as I could given the restraints and the dick in my mouth. I had never felt so full before in my life. But also complete. Like there was no other place I should be but right here and right now. He picked up the pace and started deep fucking me. I was being thrust in rhythm between the guy in my ass and the guy in my mouth. Few words were spoken, mostly just moans between those in this moment. I was beginning to wonder if there were people watching. I had no idea what kind of room I was in, but I couldn’t care. I just wanted to focus on the cocks and the experience. Both of them were grunting now. I was being tossed around, making it difficult to hit the poppers so I avoided them. That was about to change. The guy in my ass stopped fucking, holding himself deep, while the guy in my mouth pulled out just enough to have his head resting on my lips and tongue in an open mouth. “Take four deep hits of poppers.” It was a command. Breathed out in a growl. The poppers were taken out of my hands and put up to my nose, with a hand closing off one of my nostrils. “We will tell you when to stop.” The poppers were held up for four, deep, and intense hits. I had never huffed so hard. I was flying and existing in outer space. I could barely hold myself together. I became just two holes. A mouth for swallowing and an ass for breeding. I had a brief thought about condoms, safe sex, and the risks of everything involved, but it was washed away in euphoria and pulsing through and outside of my body. I was getting used. The guy in my ass planted himself deep and let loose with a loud grunt. I felt him tense up and shudder, when the guy in my mouth grunted, pumping a load in my mouth, then pulling out to my tongue and open mouth, and painting my face in jizz. The guy in my ass shuddered a few more times, pulled out slightly, shuddered again, then fully pulled out. He slapped my wet hole a few times with a loud slap, then backed up and away from me. The guy in front of me rubbed his still hard dick over the cummy spots of my face, rubbing more of it into my mouth with the head of his dick. “Yeh man, good start. We are just getting started though. You ready for more?” I just whimpered. They both got off the mattress or bed, or whatever I was on, and moved away from me. I heard them chatting slightly as it sounded like they were putting on clothes. I was warm and sticky in multiple places. I could feel my rock hard dick leaking below me. I was slightly gyrating on the mattress, rubbing my dick against the surface, slick in precum. I felt a hard slap on my ass and then my hair being pulled back. “I dont think so faggot. You don’t cum unless we want you to, you got it? We are going to send these pics to your master, then we are moving you to the maze.” I forgot about the text guy. This was all his doing. Just a day ago I was living a life that felt purposeful and like I was on the right track. Now I was back to where I was a year ago, but even worse. I loved it. I needed it. “Yeh, he is gonna love these shots. Alright boy, come with us.” I was unlocked and picked up at the arms again. I couldn’t walk, so I was stumbled and dragged forward. After a few moments I was pushed through a door, and I stumbled forward and fell down. I felt like I was going to pass out. While I started to reposition myself, I felt an arm come around my neck and hot breath behind one of my ears. “Have fun in here. Be a good slut and do as you are told. You are going to need to be able to see for this next part.” He pulled off my blindfold and I struggled to adjust to the light. I couldn’t see well, but I could start to see when I felt fingers going in my hole again. This time I felt the tingling sensation, or something like it, but no pain, just pleasure. “See you later fag”. He pulled out, pushing me down again, and I heard a door close and lock behind me. I rolled around a bit, trying to push myself up. I felt more energized and eager than I did when I was last getting fucked. I looked around. I was in a dark hallway, lit only by ambient lighting from some unknown source in the ceiling above. Above me was a metal mesh, with dark ceilings beyond the screen just out of my sight. I could hear sounds of sex, coming from all around me, but just soft and barely noticeable. The music was still playing a steady electronic beat, with sounds of fucking coming from the music as well. As I pushed myself up I looked down the hall and could vaguely make out a figure. It was a man, wearing a leather harness, a heavy leather cock ring, and a hooded mask. Being as high as I was, I wasn’t sure if what I was seeing was real, when he beckoned me towards him with a gesture. I guess I was really in the deep end of it now.

I have fucked with multiple homeless guys. They are willing to fuck especially with some nice incentives and it’s a win win situation so it fulfills your urges and it helps them out too.

I go a few times a week or do some kind of weight training/kettlebells at home. No cardio at gym though, too boring, I try to ride my bike as much as possible instead. I do the weights because I want to keep as much of that muscle mass and bone density going as I can while I’m getting older but also because being a bottom is so fucking competitive and muscles are the best way to get men interested. I have regulars in their early 20s and it kind of amazes me that they keep coming back to fuck a 50+ piece of ass but man do some of them look cute as they bust their loads in my hole so it makes that time at the gym worth it.

CHAPTER EIGHT I was in a bit of a daze as I drove home and soon realised that I hadn't eaten for a long time. Given the time all I could grab was takeaway & so I stopped into a little place on the way home. As I walked past one of the staff sitting at a table on break, I heard him yell out, "Another fruit delivery!" and a staff member emerged from the back smiling. "Hello fagg....sir...how may I help you tonight?" Oh god...I'd totally forgotten...my arse. I reached behind, and could feel the massive wet spot. "Sore is it?" he smirked. I could only blush as I told him my order. As I went to pay, I pulled out the wad of bills I'd been given. "Oh, you're a pro are you gayboy? Should've known by your breath. Would've thought you'd be used to having a sore arse....." God I didn't know my breath would still smell of cum, I'd forgotten I'd only had a shower. I quickly grabbed my food & fled to the car, tears in my eyes as they called after me, "Come again faggot!" I was totally exhausted by the time I'd gotten home & eaten my takeaway but I just couldn't get to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see were moments from earlier in the day, whether it be having a bunch of cocks in my face or Tim or Cade's faces when they were fucking me. There was only one thing I could do to try & get to sleep and that was to have a wank. Initially I went to one of the usual sites I looked up when I wanted to jerk off but my curiosity got the better of me & I looked up the company's one instead, and there on the banner was Tim, looking amazing. I couldn't help myself and I clicked on the link to one of his videos and there it was, the same shower that he'd fucked me in earlier that day. The video started & the young guy that was gonna bottom for him was being asked the same questions I'd been asked earlier. He'd never been with a guy before either & then I saw Tim move in behind him & start making out with him, same as he did with me. Was it fake? Did he know he was going to be pozzed too? Part of me wanted to scream out to the guy but another part of me was so turned on that this guy was going to be pozzed without his knowledge. I was rock hard & came to the realisation that this was how guys would be thinking seeing my video too. I skipped through the rest of the talking, (I didn't need to listen, it was the same as for me!) and got to the part of the video where Tim was fucking the guy hard. I loved watching Tim's cock pounding this straight guy's arse and it wasn't long before I could hear Tim's breathing sounding exactly the same as earlier today & I could tell that he'd shot his load deep inside his unsuspecting partner. When he came I shot hard too, a massive load shooting all over my chest and hand. Without thinking, I swallowed it all down. I definitely wasn't intending to fool around with guys any more after today but watching the guy clean Tim's cock up made me so horny, I wanted to taste some too and so I made sure I swallowed every drop and scooped up any that was pooling on my cockhead. I turned my phone off & passed out with pleasure & exhaustion. As I started to wake up, I could smell something cooking in the kitchen. I hadn't left the oven on had I? I wandered out there and was shocked to see Katie dishing up a big breakfast. "Hey there sleepyhead! Your phone was off & you were dead to the world and so I let myself in. Good news, my folks said we could come early to their place so I'm making us both a big breakfast. Now you go & pack your case and we'll head off once we're finished! I know you're nervous meeting them but we'll have a great few days there I promise!" I walked back to my bedroom in a shocked haze. We'd be leaving that morning, and also leaving behind any chance I had of rectifying the biggest mistake of my life. THE END (?)

I’ve never done this with a boyfriend. But I’ve had a long fuck session (even going the weekend) with one or more buddies. And one of us would leave to go collect loads to bring back for the others.

Discussions, serious sharing of viewpoints on issues like this is the reason I come here. Thanks to every one of you guys.

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

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.

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

I had been thinking about having some more professional pictures taken of me for a long time, but kept putting it off knowing that the 'self' pics I have always seem to do the trick and did I really need more than that? The answer was always no. One night, on a whim, I posted an ad on CraigsList, in the Men for Men section, inquiring about a local photographer to take some nude and tasteful pictures of me. Of course I have nudes, self taken, but I wanted someone else's view and skills of taking pictures with an artistic mind. As expected I received multiple crude or amateur responses and it took me a while to sift through them, one of the responses caught my eye. His name was Ed and he had a photo studio in town and offered to take some erotic nudes of me with no expectations or cost, but if one was really good I would agree to let him use it in his studio. I would also get all of the digital files and Ed would keep nothing. Pretty easy for me to agree to, since there was no skin off my back to possibly get some great shots. Ed and I connected via email first and it was pretty professional from the get go, which I appreciated, but I wanted to make sure that if the situation arose, he was alright with more soft porn type photos of me enjoying myself. Ed was totally fine with this and offered to walk me through some of his non-public online gallery to give me some ideas of what he has done with other men and clients. I was pretty excited about this and we set a time. Ed said he would email be back from his personal email so there wasn't any 'business' ties to our conversations or thoughts. I said sure and waited for his email. Ed's email came in soon after. I opened the email and read the pleasantries. I saw the time we were to meet online and go through the gallery, but I also noticed a profile link for what appeared to be Ed's Adam4Adam profile. This couldn't be an accident, right? Of course maybe he just has it there with his personal email. I don't know, but I had to click on it. I was led to Ed's profile and read through his words, summary, and then looked at his available public pictures. Ed was very attractive, should length graying hair, seemed to be fit, but my vision was pulled right to his soft cock, hanging naturally it seemed to be at least six to seven inches soft, shaved balls, and well trimmed pubes. First impression? fucking gorgeous. Oh I wanted to see his 'private' pics, but definitely didn't have the nerve to ask for that, not yet anyway. Ed and I were to connect via hangout so we he could lead me through the gallery. When it was time I opened the video chat link and waited for Ed to join. It seemed like I had been waiting for a long time, but in reality it was my excitement that made the wait that much longer. Ed joined rather quickly after our scheduled time and it was great to finally talk to him. We covered some pleasantries and then Ed asked some questions. "So Tim, would you like to see some artful nudes I have and have had hanging in my gallery at one time or another?". Ed asked. "That would be great! I am very interested on those that started kinda where I am, no experience and no idea what I really want", we both laughed. Ed laughed too and said, "you bet, I think I know what you want to see". Ed shared his screen and started going through the gallery quickly looking for someone specific. "Ah, here he is. This is Joe, he came to me with the same thoughts you have. He had plenty of 'selfies' and 'gay web site' pics, but wanted something done a little more tasteful. We met in my studio and all of these were taken in an afternoon. What do you think?" I was looking intimately at every photo. Many were relaxed poses on a bed or lounger, Joe was naked and semi aroused it most of the pictures. The lighting was awesome and the environment was great, Joe seemed to be in a very relaxed environment. "I think these are perfect for what I am looking for. I see Joe in mostly the same poses, can you handle other positions and thoughts?" I asked Ed. "Of course Tim, let me find a few others that might be more what you are thinking". Ed navigated to another client and past his front photos to a 'second' page. "Are these more along what you are thinking?". The new set of pictures I now saw were incredible and exactly what I was thinking in the way of pictures. There were one of this new guy of him hard...holding his cock, up on all fours, a dildo in his ass...they were all very nice. Ed commented, "I can see by your stares and the silence these pictures have grabbed your attention". Ed laughed "Fuck Ed". I caught myself and corrected my reaction, "sorry Ed. I mean yes, these are exactly what I was looking for. Can I ask you about this session?". "Of course Tim, I am very open, you can ask anything you want." Ed said. "Thank you Ed, I really appreciate that. For this session, how did this start? What were his thoughts on what he wanted and the obvious, did it go any further, pictures of him cumming?". "Great questions Tim. This is Robert. Robert wanted some new pictures that might be 'action' type pictures. We started with different poses and soon enough Robert was aroused and it just led from there. To answer your last question, yes Robert came very hard at the end of that session". I was getting hard hearing Ed talk about the photo session, this is exactly what I was looking for. "That is hot" "Yes Tim, it is very fucking hot. So, would you like to schedule a session for yourself?" "Yes Ed, I would love that". We worked out a time to meet up at Ed's studio. Meeting Ed I arrived at Ed's studio as we had discussed. The studio was in an older building down town, more of a loft style studio or apartment. Ed was wearing a loose fitting button up shirt, shorts, and sandals. "Welcome Tim, please come in" he said while letting me in. I almost felt him staring me up and down from behind. I immediately noticed the erotic photography on the walls, men posing in many settings and poses. After closing the door Ed said, "you like my work?". As I continue to go over the different photos I answered, "very much. They are just great, very real, very sexy". Ed chucked, "ha, you should see the ones I keep in my office. those are much more...revealing". I turned to Ed, "I would love to, can we? It might give me some ideas". Ed said 'sure' and led me down one of the hallways to a large open room. The floor was wood but a majority of it was covered with a plush area rug. A desk stood towards the end with some draped windows behind them. "Great office", I said. I then took in the photos on these walls. Fuck! They were all so hot. The artistic nature flowed in these as well, but there were some of men aroused, men masturbating, men hard, men leaking, and men fucking. I just stared, not being able to look away. "These might be a little more than you are looking to do, but maybe they inspire some inspiration", Ed said. I walked in closer to on in particular. The photo was black and white and showed a man on all fours. He was being fucked by a rather large cock with a top down view, as if the viewer is the one doing the fucking. "Amazing" I said. I was looking intently at it, getting aroused, and didn't sense Ed coming up next to me. "Yes, this is a good one". Ed almost startled me. "I remember it well. Do you like it?". "Oh yes, it is very sexy. I don't know how you were able to get that point of view, it is incredible. Well done. They obviously had this in mind when they came here, right?". "Oh it takes some skill, and luck, to be able to capture this in the moment", Ed said while air quoting. He then added, "yes I think he had this in mind when he came over". I thought about that statement, I am sure he meant when one of the men made the arrangements. Ed quietly moaned and I think he adjusted his cock in his shorts. "Let me show you to the studio and changing room", he said. Ed showed me into the studio, which had some different furniture pieces and props for pictures. Off to the left was a small room that had a couch, few chairs and what looked like a makeup desk. "Here you go, you can change in here, or undress in here, depending on how you want to start Did you have something in particular you wanted to wear or are you wanting to go right to naked?", Ed asked. "I am want to start with a thong mesh jock and go from there". "very nice. will give you a few and check on you before I am ready". Ed closed the door behind him. I set my bag down on the couch and started removing my clothes. Under my shorts I wore a jock and my silver cock ring. I took the jock off but decided to leave my cock ring on, I was semi aroused anyway so removing it would take a little while. I stripped off my shirt and dug the mesh jock out of my bag. I slid it on and made sure my cock and balls fit in the front pouch, and then adjusted the thong in my crack. As I admired myself in the mirror, I started to get semi hard. A light knock on the door came and Ed asked, "everything going alright in there? I am ready when you are". I moved to the door and opened it, standing back so Ed could see. "Do you think this will look ok?". Ed looked me up and down then said, "fuck yes, it is hot". Ed reached out and pulled on my thong string by my hip, then "turn around so I can see the fit". I turned my ass towards Ed. I felt his fingers slide under the fabric of my thong string running down my crack. His fingers trace the fabric down over my hole and he paused there before pulling his fingers back. "Yes Tim, this will be great, and you wear it very well". I turned back to Ed and it was now I noticed he had changed his shirt and shorts, to more of a looser tshirt and sports shorts that I could make out the prominent outline of his cock head and a new wet spot. I looked up and smiled at Ed. Ed took my hand and let me to the couch. "Let's start with you sitting here, facing me, one leg up". As I moved into position I couldn't help but stare at Ed's shorts and the growing wet spot. After a couple series in similar, but different positions, Ed saw me staring and said, "sorry for leaking Tim. I don't normally start leaking just by taking pictures". "oh, no need to apologize Ed, it happens to the best of us". We both laughed. Ed had me pull the mesh jock aside, releasing my hard cock. "That is great Tim, just like that, don't play with your cock yet, let me take a few". Then Ed said, "maybe turn over so you are resting on the edge of the couch, on all fours, cock still hanging free, but the fabric covering your hole". I did as Ed instructed and while he was moving behind me taking pictures, I asked, you said don't normally start leaking by taking pictures, so when do you start leaking?". I heard Ed stop moving and he answered, "usually when a hot client is showing me their ass". I turned my head to look at Ed. His cock was very hard now and VERY prominent in his shorts. "Just kidding Tim" and we both laughed. "I normally start leaking when watching porn or checking some websites I like. I stood up from the couch and removed my thong all together and then assumed the same position. "Same here" I said. "That is great Tim, here let me straighten out some of those cushions", Ed said and moved in behind me. As he bent over my ass and back he held on to a cheek with one hand while he pushed the cushions back to where they should be. He leaned over the other way and this time his cock, behind his shorts, touched my hip. "there, that should keep them up". Ed's hand was still on my cheek and hard cock touching my hip. He asked, "would you like a toy and try to take some of those pictures"? His hand moved over my ass cheek to my hole and kept his finger there. "yes please Ed, I would love that". "Great, give me a minute, be right back". Ed squeezed my cheek and headed to a near equipment bench. He opened one of the drawers. He seemed to pull out a dildo and some lube. Ed hurried over and I now saw clearly it seemed to be a six inch dildo, lube, and also poppers. I started to get hornier and hornier the closer he got, and yes is apparent big cock was bouncing all over the place. Ed came close to me on the couch and asked, "can I help you with these?". "I would love that Ed, thank you". I arched my back and next felt some cold lube drip onto my ass and Ed rubbing it all over my hold and around my full balls. He then lubed up the toy and used his off hand to spread my hole open a little...and slowly worked the dildo in to me. I moaned out loud, "fuck that feels good". my cock was now dripping. "I think these will be hot". "Tim, hold this in you I need to capture this". Ed got his camera and then said, "mind if I take off my shirt, a little hot in here now", and he laughed. "of course not, please do". I could tell the hand with lube on it had found his hard cock in his shorts, the evidence was obvious. I watched Ed peel off his shirt. He wasn't hairy at all, just some small graying patches in the middle of his chest. "much better, ok if you want to slowly work that in and out of you...perfect". Ed got closer and started taking pictures. I took the dildo and started sliding it in and out of me, fuck it felt so good. Ed said, "now quickly pull it out and I will get your hole wide open". I did as Ed asked and Ed got closer and closer, taking pictures. "You are beautiful Tim. I hope you let me hang one of these in my office". "I would love that Ed". my hole was aching, but I took the dildo into my mouth and sucked on it to get it wet. "fuck Tim, that is hot. Pretend it is a big wet cock, suck on it", Ed said. "yeah, suck on it. damn great pics Tim". Ed stopped taking pictures and I heard him breathing a little harder. I opened my eyes and saw Ed had pulled his cock out of his shorts and was stroking it, watching me. His cock was so gorgeous, probably nine inches and leaking precum now. "want to get some of you sucking my cock?" Ed didn't really wait for an answer, he got on the couch next to me and started leaning in giving me access to his big cock! I dropped the dildo and started squeezing Ed's big cock. I lowered my head to his cock, licking it clean of any precum and then sucking him into my mouth. "suck that big cock Tim. do you like my cock boy?". Ed asked while holding the back of my head. I just moaned loudly. Ed's hand left the back of my hand and trailed down my back to my exposed, pre lubed hole. I felt his fingers now circling around my hole and in a moment he slid one of his fingers in to me. Then two fingers, I moaned around his thick cock. As Ed finger fucked my ass I took his cock out of my mouth and told him, "please fuck me baby". "oh Tim, I really want to but we shouldn't". I was still holding Ed's big cock in my hand and looking up at him, "why? do you have a boyfriend?" "No", Ed said. I continued, "don't fuck your clients?". "No, it isn't that Tim". "Please Ed, I want you in my ass so bad". "Tim, I am poz and not on meds. I want to fuck you so bad, take pictures of my cock in you, but I want you to know the risk". Here I was, on all fours, in front of a gorgeous man and his gorgeous cock. This is the time to make that decision. "Ed, would you please take pictures of your cock in me, bare?". Ed asked, "are you sure Tim?" I just said, "yes". Ed leaned down and kissed me, got up with his camera and got behind me. I could feel his cock then lay on my crack. Ed then started sliding his cock back and forth across my hole! I knew he was taking pictures now and it just turned me on even more. "Tim, are you ready? Your hole is so wet and ready for my cock. Tell me to fuck you now". "fuck Ed, please...put your big cock in me, I need to feel you deep in my ass". Ed stopped sliding, and I felt him pushing his cock down as the head was right at my hole. That big cock started opening me up, the pressure was intensifying as he slowly pushed past my tight ring, finally I felt a little relieve and Ed stopped pushing! "baby, my cock head is in you, I need to take some pictures...please hold still". I could feel Ed's cock in me, pulsing, as he captured the moment for me. "Fuck Tim, I might have to hang this one in my office. Your ass is nice and tight, just wraps around my cock. Are you ready for more?" To help Ed know how I felt, I pushed back on his cock a little. "Tim, damn....I love it...take my cock as much as you want". I pushed back on Ed's cock a little more, feeling him slide into me more and more! He was stretching my ass more than I had been before and I loved it. If I thought about it, I knew the dangerous position I was now in, this poz top man was leaking in me, and Ed was not on meds. I couldn't help but let him fuck me more and more. Ed put the camera down and grabbed both of my hips to help him get deep in me. "please keep fucking me Ed, don't stop". Ed started really fucking me will full long strokes of his big bare cock. "I love watching my cock slide in and out of you", Ed said. As Ed started sliding in and out of me quicker I thought I could feel him swelling. "Tim I am going to pull out and cum all over your sexy ass". I immediately turned my head over my shoulder, "please don't pull out, I need to feel you cum in me...please". "you want my poz cum baby?", Ed asked I put my head on the pillow in front of me and loudly said, "breed me with your poz load, I want it so bad". Ed picked up the pace, "oh yes boy, you are going to get all of my cum in you". His pace started to pick up and soon Ed said, "get ready baby, here comes my poz load" "fuck me full Ed, poz my neg ass". I couldn't believe I was shouting this to a poz man, but I wanted Ed's load deep in me, changing me! That is when I felt Ed swell and finally shove deep in me and start shooting. my cock erupted underneath me. His girth and depth was all it took for us to orgasm together! After grunting and shooting, Ed finally collapsed on my back...kissing my shoulders. He said, "thank you Tim, that was so fucking hot. I love fucking you." As he slowly fell out of my sore ass, I said to him, "I want more Ed"

To follow up with my comment from before, I went to the bathhouse yesterday and while I was bent over in my room sucking a cock I felt someone’s fingers probing my asshole. I didn’t turn around to see who it was as I love anon sex the guy started adding in more fingers so I took some long hits on my poppers and decided to go with it thinking this might be the time to get fisted. I was so turned and it felt great as he kept adding in more fingers and really stretching me out and I kept sniffing on more poppers. Needless to say he never got his whole hand in me but he told me afterwards that he got four fingers spread out in my ass, I asked him if he was on Asspigs.com and he said yes. I loved how my asshole felt and I’m looking forward to taking a whole hand soon.

I hadn’t seen my mate Jon for some time. The last time we saw each other in the flesh was three years ago. We’d been texting on and off since, and had made plans to meet when I was next in his area, but nothing seemed to happen. I’d known that he’d become poz, and while that was a slight turn on, and I admit I’d jacked off to the idea of him pozzing me, I knew it was ultimately irresponsible thoughts. We’d finally got around to having some free time, and arranged a weekend when we were both about. We used to gear up and fuck in his sling back in the day. I knew that it would be cheeky to assume this would happen regardless whenever we met. I liked him too much as a friend and known him too long to take the piss and expect sex every time we saw each other. He’d told me that it would be a mellow weekend and, he’d welcome the company. He’d been having the occasional mojo loss apparently. One of those side effects of becoming poz which I fully respected. I told him that it would be fine, but would he mind if I wore a little something, as we’d always felt free and comfortable hanging out in some rubber. He was cool about that, and so I popped a couple of bits in my bag to change into when I got there. So we met up, was good to see him after all this time. He’d been completely freaked out by becoming poz. His messages to be were initially all of concern and worry, and then he seemed to relax back into his old self once he started meds. We’d even text filthily about brotherhood and pozzing once he got into his groove. I knew he wouldn’t want to hurt me, and we were too close. I was surprised at how he looked – no major changes, but a certain look about him that I’d discovered poz men have. Whether through meds or how severe things were. He still looked good, but I knew that he had had a few issues about it all over time. As the afternoon wore on, he said to make myself at home and slip into something more comfortable if I fancied. It felt a bit awkward, but he said he was totally fine about it. So I thought I’d pop a rubber vest and shorts on, and then came back into the room and joined him on the sofa. “Ooh nice” he said and smiled. “I might have to join you after all”. I thought that would be great. It had been ages and just feeling comfortable around each other in gear was great. He came back into the room with similar gear on. His chap shorts with the yellow stripe and jock looked as hot as ever, as was the zip up vest. I’ll admit my cock was stirring when I saw him like that. However we were behaving and you know, it’s not just all about sex, yeah? He went and got us a couple of drinks and we laid back and stared bored towards the TV. Some quiz show or other. I wasn’t really sure. However I started feeling a bit weird. Headachey, and also like I’d taken some Nytol or sleep aid. Admittedly it had been a long day and so wasn’t that bothered at first. “He put his hand on my stomach and gentled rubbed my nipples. Oh man, it was fantastic. “You’re looking good mate”, he said. “You too fella. Have missed this, just hanging out” Staring into his eyes as he grinned. I thought nothing of how I was feeling otherwise, just fully in the moment enjoying time with my mate in gear. He leaned in to kiss me and it was just like the old days. I assumed kissing would be fine. People would still kiss if they weren’t feeling sexual. Or at least I assumed. I was starting to get hard in my shorts increasingly lost in the moment, not feeling like I was in a hurry to get up or move out of his way. His hand moved down to my crotch and he gently stroked to hardening rubber bulge “Hmmm, nice”. I had missed this, and so was lost in the moment. He began to unzip my crotch and I just let him do it. Thinking that if this was a loss of mojo, then lord knows what he’d be like when his mojo was back. Just mates. Enjoying each other. He knew how to work me, after all these years, and I was letting him. I hadn’t thought where this was heading. Just loved and was living the moment. We came up for air and I reached to finish off my drink. I drained the bottle and thought it tasted a little sediment-y at the bottom. I just assumed it was the beer. I’d not heard of the brand before, as I’m not a craft beer drinker, so just believed that this was craft beers tasted like. Then I stood up, almost as if to halt what might be happening between us. I felt quite dizzy and asked for some water. That was the last thing I remembered then anyway. Waking up a little later, I groggily looked at my surroundings. The heat of the day had made the sheets sticky and, oh… this was his rubber playsheet. I recognised it from many times. How did I get here? I also felt a weight on my neck. A chain and padlock. I sure as hell wasn’t wearing that earlier. I started to feel a bit concerned and tried to focus. It was his playroom. I’d been here many times before but just wasn’t expecting to be in it on this occasion. I tried to look around and spot where he was. I could see him in the chair across the room. “Hello mate. You’re back with us then?” He was grinning. I just felt like I’d embarrassed myself and passed out. “I just needed to get you a bit more on my wavelength mate. You see, yes it’s technically true the meds are playing with my head and libido. What I didn’t mention was that I decided to bin them. I’m ‘between meds’ so to speak. Well, that’s if I decide to restart them again that is”. Now I was a tad concerned. This seemed a bit of a set-up. “You always seemed to get off on the idea of me being poz, and that’s horny. However I’ve been getting off on the idea of you being poz too. But as you say, ‘it’s all horny chat’” Oh shit, where was this heading? I thought. “But you know, I get the feeling that you want to join us. And I want you to join us too” Shit. He’s gone into gifter mode. Fuck. I tried to pull myself up, only to realise the chain around my neck was tugging on something else. Oh fuck. He’s secured me like some animal. I looked over and he was grinning. He stood up and came towards me, and put me in a headlock and stuff a bottle of poppers under my nose. Jesus fuck they were strong. My cock seemed to strain harder than ever. Chemical lust fled through my head into my brain. He uzipped his cock and jerked it into my face, it’s a hot cock, and at that moment it looked like a work of art and the tastiest thing ever. “Feed” I was both terrified but horny as fuck. Maybe this was some scene or something. Maybe he was horny and wanted to do a bit of role play. I filled my mouth with that cock. A brief flash reminded me that it was slightly different now. Not necessarily in form, but, you know, it was now poz. “Nice mate. You see, I know that you want this. And I want this too. I want to free you. I want you to be my pozbrother. That’s why I decided to arrange this recruitment session” I was too far gone to recognise logic or sense by this point. Just devouring that beautiful poz cock. He looked magnificent. It was somehow what I imagined but never genuinely thought it would be like. Someone who I’ve known and loved all these years now wanting me to become like him. It was fucked up, but increasingly I was loving it. It was all making perfect sense. He pulled out of my mouth and told me to turn around. As much as I could with the limited movement, I was now obeying his every word. My hole was seemingly asking for it, suddenly hungry. “This ain’t gonna take long pig. I’ve been edging watching you and didn’t want to allow for any time to elapse before you realised what I was doing” Shit. This was it. He was off meds and about to fire toxic cum into me. I would have applauded his enterprise had it not circled around him infecting me. Yet my cock was reacting well enough and he was being pretty rough regardless. We’d had some hardcore sessions in the past but this was something else. Like he had drive and purpose. “You and I have a great future ahead of us now. Let me make you a convert, let me make you into a brother like… Aaaaargh!” Hang on. He’s… he’s just flooded my hole with cum. No, no, no, no, no. This must be a trick. Some set up. He lowers his weight upon me and whispers in my ear “Welcome to the brotherhood” There it was. The moment I’d wanked about. The moment I genuinely feared, but secretly wanted. It was a strange feeling. We were both there. Intimate, yet still brutal. I was his prey, or that’s how it felt anyway. Yet his determination and poz worldview saw me as a target for assimilation. I was both terrified and turned on. Honoured, even. “Why didn’t you just say you wanted to do this?” I panted. “Because I knew you’d chicken out. I knew that the reality of the situation would scare you off. I had to make sure that didn’t happen, otherwise I’d never have claimed you” I was half dumbstruck but also touched at his words. “I wouldn’t be surprised if the flu starts kicking off within a fortnight. I’ve been off meds a while, and the last guy I bred a month ago has already come back to thank me for bringing him into the brotherhood. You have one load in you now anyway. I will happily fuck you a couple more times just to make sure” There’s no rational response to that. All I could look at the tenderness, and the hunger of him. This was brand new territory. One of my best mates wanted me to be poz like him so I could enjoy that life, and I knew that I would come around to thanking him eventually. All I could do now was to look him in the eye and say “Yes brother. Make me like you. Let us become one.”

Part 2B: I am definitely not a bottom Giving Samir his first breeding was satisfying. Vincent felt like he was back in the game. He had his regular fill of hookups from the gym and bar and he was content. At least till he has that itch to break in another boy. Samir had been asking for his load ever since and he gladly gave it. It is not that he is getting bored with him. Samir is a handsome boy and definitely a keeper, but Vincent just need a bit more "challenge". "Hey pretty cocksucker. Miss you babe." His phone rang as a text message from Rahim comes in. "Ah, my Arab stallion fuckboy is back in town." Vincent grinds. Vincent met Rahim a two years ago and they had been hooking up ever since. Rahim travels between the west and east coast for work so sometimes they don't meet for months. Rahim is an Egyptian descendant. In contrast with the light skin boyish look of Samir, Rahim has that North African Arab exotic tan and a chiseled square jawline that he adorn with a short chin curtain. He has a buzz cut and an athletic body since he is a professional kickboxer. Vincent was instantly hooked when Rahim first messaged him. Rahim had tried hard to fuck Vincent since the first time, but to no avail, so he settled for the next best thing, Vincent's throat. And Vincent happily complied with it every time. He loved the feeling when Rahim grabbed a handful of his hair and pumped his throat with that thick cut cock. He leaks like a faucet and Vincent always had a mouthful of precum before he was rewarded with the cream at the end. The first time he was on all fours taking the throat pounding so hard tears were streaming down his face and saliva coated his chin and pecs. Rahim just finished practice that night and Vincent was drunk on musky ball sweat and he loves every second of it till this day. Rahim grew more comfortable over time also. The first time they met he barely talked. He just needed to unload and Vincent's throat was there. He would have railed that asian boy hard if Vincent wasn't so recalcitrant. He immediately blocked Vincent after their hookup and convinced himself that he was not gay, but that boy's throat was better than any chicks he had. A few months later, he was so drunk and horny after a failed attempts to hook up with a few chicks at the club. He just won a big game and he wanted to celebrate. Then he remembered someone who worshipped his cock like it was godsent. The asian boy was worth the trouble. His throat milked Rahim well, and he even cradled and licked his sweaty nutsacks like it was the sweetest candy he ever tasted. "Maybe I ll keep this fag as a backup plan." Rahim thought. And so it went on the third and fourth time. Whenever Rahim couldn't get a chick, he knew there is always a fleshlight to dump his load in. There was period that he didn't even bother to find a girl since they are too demanding. Why waste time and drinks if he can just go out with his buddies to celebrate and then use a fag later. What he did not expect was two months ago when during a throat fucking session, Vincent asked for a favour. "Hey. Can I lick your ass?" Vincent spoke when he took a brief break from deep throating. Rahim had to blink twice and looked down at the cocksucker still working his pole. He always keep his ass squeaky clean, but also he just came from practice and he knows it was sweaty. "You wanna do what now?" Rahim raised his eyebrow. "Just wanna make you feel good. We have hooked up more than a dozen times already. I know you always keep it clean down there. And you are not the hairiest Arab I met. It really turns me on." Vincent spoke in between each throating. "And I think you'll like it too." Rahim entertained the idea. He knew this fag worship every inch of his body, but he didn't expect him to ask such a thing. He chuckled to himself. "Alright, but don't you dare try anything else." "Nah. I m here to make you feel good only." Vincent said as he raised Rahim's leg and dove in. Rahim didn't like it. He loved it. It was tickling at first, then became more enjoyable, especially when Vincent tongue went deep. Soon he was leaking precum more than usual and it ran everywhere on his stomach as Vincent stroked his cock while eating him out. They tried many positions where Rahim squatted on Vincent's face, or when they were both on all fours and Rahim grabbed Vincent's hair and shoved his face into his ass. He finally unloaded inside Vincent's mouth as usual, but this time with Vincent's finger rubbing on his hole to mimic the tonguing feeling. It was wild and he could not get it out of his mind for days. He had to travel a month for another fight and it drove him nuts. All the girls he met would laugh at the idea or get angry at him for even suggesting it. And so he could not wait to see his personal fag again. The time finally came. Rahim just got back after a night of partying hard with his boys. He drank a bit more than usual and also quite high. It is gonna be great to end the night on a high note with that handsome fag serving him. Vincent came in and immediately got down to business. Five minutes into the cocksucking and Rahim already asked. "You are gonna eat my ass again?" "Fuck yeah, stud. Glad I pleased you last time." Vincent grinned and got to work. Rahim grunted deeply as the tonguing went on for ten minutes. "Go deeper slut." He demanded. "Sorry, bro. That's the deepest I can reach... Unless you want me to try a finger." He said gingerly. Rahim pondered the thought. "This is gay as fuck, but this bitch seems to know what he is doing." He nodded. Vincent asked for some lube and carefully slid in his finger, just a bit of the knuckle. He saw Rahim winces and quickly goes to work on his cock. It gives enough distraction as he can feel the flow of precum returns. Rahim relaxes his hole eventually and bit by bit Vincent went deeper, until he found the prostate and pressed lightly on it. Rahim's eye opens wide with a surge of pleasure and his dick responses with a big drop of precum that Vincent laps up happily. "Fuuuck. What are you doing? It feels good." Rahim said hoarsely. "Pleasing you, stud. Told ya bro. Your pleasure is my priority." He quickly answered and resumed the sucking and prostate massaging. The alcohol and weed are working wonder with the prostate stimulation while Vincent tease out Rahim with a slow blowjob, bringing him on the edge but never near enough to release. "Fuck dude. I want more." Rahim asks when Vincent pulled out his finger. "How can I help? What you want me to do?" Vincent asks innocently. "I don't know. Something more with that spot that you were rubbing. You are gay. Don't you know some way?" "Well. I do. But it s quite intimate. So you gotta trust me then." Vincent places Rahim's legs on his shoulders and lean in close to his face. "I don't care. Make me feel good." Rahim said in a slurred voice. Vincent was waiting for that and lines his cock to the loosen hole. He presses forward ever so gently. His small size allows him to not freak the Arab stud out. The last thing he wants is to get a punch from this champion. Rahim's cock is more than 20 cm long and with some flexibility, Vincent was able to suck the tip as he entering Rahim. "Arggh. What the fuck are you doing fag? Take it out of me." Rahim managed to utter in his intoxicated state. "Argh, uhmm." His thought was disrupted by the cocksucking that turns him on again. Vincent let it go on for two minutes before he stops to speak. He can also feel Rahim's hole opens enough for his cock to reach the prostate. "I am sorry. Am I hurting you? I just wanna make you feel good." With that he pushes in past the prostate and angled it to make sure it gets a good pressure on the spot. Rahim was speechless with the pleasure. "I should stop?" Vincent asks with a concerning voice as he grinds a few time against the spot. "FUCK NO. It... I just... I don't know." Rahim could not think straight. "Ok. Then two minutes if you don't like it I ll stop." Vincent said as he starts to slide in and out. And Rahim could not protest much but moaning and leaking precum. "So I'll stop?" He asks again and was answered with a pleading moan and Rahim's hands grabbing his hips, motioning him to rock back and forth. That was all the clue he needs. Vincent pounded away and Rahim just lays there and moans and grunts. When he was close, Vincent bends down and bring his face closes to Rahim. Their lips briefly touch to Rahim's surprise and Vincent pounded hard to unload deep in Rahim. It causes the Arab stud to spill his own load. He screams as his first anal orgasm as the cum shoots everywhere onto both of their abs. Vincent could see a drop of tear from Rahim. He held the stud tight as they came down from the orgasm. Vincent's dick eventually softens and dislodges, leaving the freshly broken hole oozing with cum. "What... What the fuck did we do man?" Rahim croaked. "We fucked, stud. I fucked you."

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.

Staying at Inn Leather is a great choice - lots of locals buy day-passes and go down there to Breed during the daytime. As to the clubs, unfortunately RamRod is out of commission (sex-wise, but you can stop in for a beer if you'd like), because of the sale of the building/purchase by the owners of RR, repairs to the building, etc, etc. You simply can't go wrong at Slammer. It's closed on Mon/Tues, but open until the last load has been shot the rest of the week. When you drive North on Federal Highway (US 1), you should turn left (west) at 6th or 8th street, since Federal will merge you onto Sunrise Blvd leading you away from Slammer. Turn on 6th or 8th (stoplights/turn-lanes), and drive west a couple of blocks to 3rd Ave (stoplight), turn right (or North) a few blocks to Sunrise, and then turn left (West) again on Sunrise. Get in the right-hand lane asap, as Slammer (321 W. Sunrise) will come up shortly; there's only one sign with 321 on it. If you miss it though, U-turns are permitted in Ft. L., so it's no big deal to backtrack. There are off-duty cops guarding the fenced parking lots, and on weekends they fill up fast - sometimes by 10:30 they're full, and you'll have to park in an area not owned by Slammer, and thus not patrolled either. Other guys will be able to comment on the baths - I seldom do the terry-towel-twist thing. I'm sure you'll have a pervectly filthy time of it !!!

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.

Toys never worked for going deep for me personally. It took smaller fists and lots of time. Once I got comfortable with that the toys were easy. Elbow deep was hard to accomplish. Good luck!

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.

Since you said dick here's mine.

PART SEVEN "Oh...um...OK...is that where you keep your amyl?" I asked nervously as he gave his cock a quick coating of lube he pulled out from the bedside table. "Nah, no amyl here that I know of. My boyfriend might have some but I dunno where he keeps it. I wanna watch you take it without any of that help anyway." He smiled at me as he lay on the bed, his cock standing upright. It looked even more intimidating that way, especially seeing I'd be taking it without the poppers. It certainly wasn't any bigger than most of the cocks I'd sucked earlier today but the piercing made it look huge. "C'mon..up you get." It was weird to be ordered around by someone with such a camp voice but I was in no position to argue. I started to straddle him. His body certainly wasn't anything like Tim's, Cade's body looked more like what you imagined someone that was HIV+ looked like. I took his cock & aimed it at my hole until I could feel the piercing against it. "Mmmm...looks like we've found it" Cade laughed "Now, you just slowly sit down on it & I'll open you right up." Despite my best efforts, I found myself biting my lip as I moved down on it. I knew what a turn-on it was for me whenever I saw my girlfriend doing that because I knew she was enjoying it. Being on the receiving end, I could feel every inch of his dick as I was slowly taking it, the piercing exaggerating it all. I could feel it scraping the inside of my arse, I knew I should be scared of what it was doing to me but that'd be fixed tomorrow. "God, you're a natural bottom aren't you, hey? Fuck, straight before today and you're bottoming out on my pierced dick & loving it." I put my hands on his chest to steady myself and I realised, I had taken all of his cock in me. "Now you just lean back a little on me there, and you'll get a nice surprise." I did as he said and could feel his cock head hitting what I assumed was my prostate? I couldn't help but let out a low groan as it did, it felt amazing. "And that's why bottoms like you keep coming back for my poz cock!" he laughed. I found just the right spot where it was hitting my prostate and leaned forward. When I opened my eyes, my face was close to his. He looked up at me, smiling. "Told you you were a natural". I decided to shut him up properly, and leaned in and kissed him. I couldn't really stop myself as we were making out, the feeling was far better than anything I'd experienced before. It was hurting a little but I was loving the feeling of his head hitting my prostate more & I started to bounce a little more forcefully on his dick for a while. "Fuck, you love to ride hey? Cade laughed. "Just shut up!" I laughed back, and pulled him into a deep kiss once again. I knew what I was doing was wrong but the feelings of pleasure I was getting were overpowering my conscience, both about my girlfriend and also that I was having unprotected sex with an HIV+ man and the results. It all started to become too much and I knew I was going to cum, "Oh fuck Cade...I think I'm gonna cum!" "Me too mate, I've been holding on for a while. Being out of commission's been a killer." I leant back so I could really feel him inside me and I shot hard all over his chest. At the same time he moaned, gripping my hips hard and I could tell that he was shooting his load deep inside me. Once again, cumming brought me back to earth with a thud as I realised what I'd done. "Probably should clean me up seeing you've made such a mess.." he said, looking down at the big globs of cum I'd shot on his chest. "Bet you've never cum like that before!" "I did with Tim earlier," I said matter of factly. "Fuck, I'm not even first to do that! Lucky prick! 2 for 2 though, goes to show you are a natural bottom though." I licked up the last bit of cum but he stopped me as I was about to move to his dick like I thought he'd asked. "Don't worry about that, I tore you up a bit." I felt at my tender hole and mixed in with Cade (& Tim's) cum was a bit of blood. "You'll be right, just get to the clinic first thing tomorrow & you'll be fine." I was in a bit of shock but was kinda glad he was more or less kicking me out the door. I wasn't really in any mood to stick around as I quickly got dressed and rushed to the door. I made my way down the hallway and the lift door opened, it was the old lady from before. She gave me a knowing smile as we passed and then called out to me as I reached the lift. "Young man?" I turned back in her direction. "It's none of my business but if you're heading somewhere after this you might like to change your pants. You seem to be....leaking." I blushed as I could feel the wet fabric as the lift door opened and then saw the massive wet spot over my arse in my reflection in the mirror when I got in the lift. Thankfully I got to my car before I ran into anyone else. END OF PART SEVEN

PART SIX "Great stuff Cody, the money'll be with your stuff" I heard Seth say as I walked off. He must've known the money'd be too good to refuse and had already put it there. I was too busy following the trail of wet footprints to try & find Tim to ask what he was talking about. By the time I'd gotten to where all of the other guys must've gotten changed he was long gone. What I did find was Cade the make-up guy as he was about to leave. "Cody right? Your stuff's over there. From the size of the envelope you must've been fucked as well. Who'd you get?" "Ah, Tim" I sheepishly replied. "Yeah, he's the one that they usually use for first timers. Still, that'll be enough for a rounds of PrEP for you seeing his cum's worked its magic." I looked blankly at him and then a huge smile broke across his face. "Oh, you're already poz then and you don't care? That's great news." My blank face must've gone completely white as he said that, "Oh god...you've got no idea what I'm talking about do you?" "I...I'd never been with a guy before today." "Tell you what, give me a lift home & I'll explain it all. My boyfriend just got called out of town on business so I'll have to get an uber otherwise" As we drove to his place I explained my situation and he told me where to get PEP and that everything'd be alright. He usually worked on the "poz scenes" with Tim and others as he called them but hadn't been feeling too well the past week or so and was just doing some make-up work. He'd been pozzed some time ago by his long-term partner & knew Tim well through the area before working together. We pulled out the front of the place and he gave me the address of an anonymous sexual health clinic nearby where I could pick up the medication first thing in the morning, I was so relieved! "God Cade, I can't thankyou enough for all of your help. You're literally a lifesaver." "You're damn right I am, and that's why there is a way you can thank me. You're gonna come inside with me, and I'm gonna fuck that arse of yours." "But haven't you got a partner? And...you're a top?" "Haha, fuck you're such a fag, you didn't even think about your girlfriend when I said I was going to fuck you..." Fuck, he had a point there, "And I'm a top/vers, you'll find out why when we get inside." As we made our way to his apartment block, he took my hand as I looked around nervously, praying no-one would see me. "It's alright Cody, the more freaked out you look, the stranger it looks to everyone else." he was probably right, so I held his hand as we walked towards the entrance. He punched in his code & opened the door for me, using his hand on the small of my back to guide me, then it quickly drifted lower to my arse. I heard the elevator opening as we moved closer, and I was mortified as to who might see me like this when a lady in her sixties came out. "Ah hello Cade, Jeremy must be out of town is he?" "He sure is!" "Good thing I'm off to the movies then, you can make all the noise you want, give him one for me!" I couldn't help but be shocked as I entered the lift, "She's a neighbor then?" "Oh yeah, and the only problem she has with Jez & me is that sometimes we make too much noise. You're more hung up about this than anyone!" It was only when the door opened for his floor that I realised Cade's hand had slipped inside the back of my pants and was rubbing one of my cheeks. We walked into his apartment and he asked if I'd like a drink, I declined thinking the faster I'd be out of there the better. "The bedroom's through there," he nodded to the room. "I'm gonna grab a drink, leave your clothes here." I took my clothes off and made my way to what was a huge bedroom, standing with my back to the doorway. I soon felt Cade's breath on the back of my neck, and his hand groping my butt. "Mmm, no wonder they wanted you to stay back, kneel down in front of that seat over there." I made my way over to a big armchair & knelt in front of it as instructed. Cade was right behind me, putting his beer on the side table before he sat down. When he sat down, I knew immediately why he said he was a top. Although his dick was probably slightly on the larger side of the ones I'd sucked today, he had a massive piercing through its head. He must've seen my reaction as he laughed before saying, "That's why I'm a top mate, guys see that and their arse gets hungry for it, those that don't know about it already of course. I think it's known around town as "The Hole Destroyer"". "Um yeah...I can see why." "So it's in your best interests to get it good & wet before it goes in that pussy of yours." After the day I'd had, I was pretty well aware of what worked for guys so I got straight to work on him. I'd hoped that if I gave a really good blowjob, he might cum before fucking me. "Still hungry for cock after today? Wow, we might make a fag out of you yet. Plenty of eye contact too, that's such a turn on for me." I looked up at him, defeated. "Fuck, is there anything better than drinking a beer while you're getting a blowjob?" I knew there wasn't, but I'd never been in the position of giving one. It felt weird having a piercing in my mouth and I had to be careful on it. "Play with it in your mouth, I love that shit" Cade said. I flicked it with my tongue as I looked up at him, like it was my girlfriend's clit. "That's it man, you can take more than that, it's not gonna hurt." I smiled at his encouragement and took him deeper. "Theeeeeere's a good poof! I knew you loved it!" I didn't though, I hated it didn't I? "Righto, it's time." I felt his finger push into my arse. "Plenty of cum in there, Tim usually does a good job so you won't need much lube at all. Get on the bed for me." I obediently got up onto the bed and on all fours, presenting my hole to him. "No mate, it's not gonna be done like that. I wanna see your face when I take your hole, you're gonna ride me." END OF PART SIX

PART FIVE It was a combination of happiness & relief when I turned around and saw the sexy tatted guy from before standing in front of me, his fingers still in my arse. I was so relieved, and let's face it, high & horny, that I wrapped my arms round his neck and started making out with him. During the blowbang I didn't kiss anyone & I'd never kissed a guy properly before so here I was, having my first ever passionate kiss with a guy while I was being filmed for a gay site. His cock was rock hard between us as we continued to kiss and he drove his fingers deep into my arse, working them in & out. It kinda hurt a bit as he worked his fingers deeper but I was loving it so much even though the poppers were wearing off. He REALLY knew what he was doing! "Looks like someone's happy to see you again Tim!" I heard Seth laugh. I broke off from our kiss, "Hey I'm not the only one!" and started stroking Tim's long hard dick as I started to kneel down while he turned the shower off. I couldn't help myself, I needed that cock in my mouth again. "That's my good little faggot, get my big dick good & wet so I can claim that arse of yours." I knew I railed against being called a fag earlier by one of the other guys, but Tim had such a calming presence I just wanted to make him so happy. "God you're so good at that baby. That'll do for the moment, I don't wanna cum too soon. Now get up & turn around for me." I did as he said, presenting him my arse. "Mmmmm, you've been giving it a good soaping up too, wanting to get it ready for your man." He tapped me to take some more poppers as he brought the cameraman closer. "Get a good look at this hole mate, because it's gonna look totally different in a few minutes' time." I'd taken a few hits as he was saying that so I couldn't help but push back as he inserted three fingers into my arse to brace himself while he was standing up. The anticipation was overwhelming me, I needed his cock so bad! "Put your hands against the wall Cody, and lean over as far as you can." I did as he said while he roughly pulled his fingers out. It hurt a little, but my need for his dick surpassed that. I looked back just in time as he was slowing pushing the head of his dick inside me. I was too far gone to care that he didn't have a condom on, I was just enjoying the feeling of my hole slowly being filled. I was moaning out of pain & pleasure at the same time. Tim had taken the one hand he was using to guide his cock into me and now had both hands on my hips so he could get as deep as he could. And I wanted him all the way in. He told me to stand up properly and I could feel his pubes against my arse. "ALLL the way into my little bottom faggot!" he announced and Seth & the crew cheered. I could feel his hot breath against my ear and he whispered into it, "Now I've fucked so many arses in my lifetime and I know a virgin when I'm in one. This is your first time isn't it?" I nodded. "I thought so, so I'm gonna make sure you never forget it!" and with that, he pulled my face back into a deep kiss and started pounding me from behind. I was shocked at how good it felt to have a cock inside me, I'd heard about the sensitivity of the prostate & stuff but the absolute pounding Tim was giving my arse was that to the nth degree! I couldn't help but groan my pleasure as he fucked me. I leant my face back towards him for another kiss and he spat into my open mouth, "You need to know your place fag, and that is to lean over further for me." He pulled my legs back a bit & I braced myself against the shower wall for him. I'd seen so many girls striking that pose before in pornos and here I was doing the same. "Oh fuck yes......I can get even deeper here......won't be long now!" I could hear Tim say as he started driving deeper and harder. The poppers had well & truly worn off by now but the feeling of him deep inside me was all too much & I shot thick ropes of cum onto the shower floor. Seth & the guys started to cheer, telling Tim what I'd done. "Fuck yeah...and that's why I'm the best in the business" he said and held himself hard against my arse. I could feel as his cock pulsed that he was cumming inside me which drew me back to reality a bit. I'd taken this guy without a condom & he'd cum in me?! Given he was one of their regular performers, he'd be making sure he was all clear from anything though. "You're a natural mate, now let's make sure it takes so you're fully converted" he whispered as he withdrew his cock before jamming a couple of fingers roughly into my hole, hard enough it made me jump. What did he mean by that? That I was a total bottom now? "He a good one Tim? I heard Seth ask. "Fucking awesome mate, brought us in another beauty" he said and high fived Seth as he walked past. I wanted to catch up with him but Seth called out to me before I could. "You bend over for us Cody so we can see that freshly seeded hole of yours." I did as I was told, and once again, could feel the camera moving in for a closeup on my arse. "Well Tim was right, it does look a lot different from when he started!" I was expecting to feel some cum dribbling out of my arse but I guess Tim had cum so deep (and with the use of his fingers) it was well inside me. "Looks like there's still some cleaning up for you to do too thanks Cody." I turned round and saw the puddle of my cum on the shower floor. "Be a good boy and clean that up for us." and he motioned for me to get down to lick it up. I felt so degraded, on all fours, arse way up in the air and wide open, looking into the camera as I slurped up the cum from the floor. Fortunately I hadn't been using too much soap so I was just slurping & licking up cum with a bit of water from the shower there too so it wasn't too different from last time. Despite how I was feeling & the thoughts racing through my head I picked up every drop and did my best to smile for the camera when it was all gone. Thankfully the cameraman said he'd got enough & I shakily got to my feet again. END OF PART FIVE

PART FOUR "Congratulations on your first blowbang!" Seth exclaimed. To be honest, I didn't know what to think. I was definitely ashamed of what I'd done but the idea I'd made so many guys cum was certainly a turn-on as well even if it was something I didn't plan on doing again. "There's some stuff on the bench to your right if you want it." Looking over, I saw a bottle of poppers next to a big glass of water. I could still taste cum in my mouth and throat so I thought the best thing to do was to take a big hit of the poppers and take a long swig of water so what was left in my throat didn't worry me so much. The poppers were making me feel much better about what had happened when I heard Seth, "Now I know you've been through a lot today Cody but we sometimes like to add some extra behind the scenes content to our videos. For another $500 would you be OK with the idea of being fucked on camera?" I had to admit the money was too good to refuse & I was feeling pretty horny again so I quickly agreed. "That's the best news. One of the guys in the scene is one of our regular actors and he really took a shine to you. All the guys you sucked are doing their post-scene interviews now, we'll call them back & they can take you back to the shower area where we film the bonus content. Guys...can you escort Cody here to the bonus room?" There was a loud commotion from a nearby room after Seth yelled that out and there was a rush of at least double figure guys came over to me cheering. They hoisted me on their shoulders & carried me to an area towards the back, followed by the crew. It was pretty funny to be treated like that though a few guys were taking the opportunity to get a good feel of my butt. A few of them took the opportunity to roughly finger me as I was being carried which did hurt but I was kinda too swept up in it all to care too much, one of these guys was going to be fucking me soon anyway! I realised I still had the poppers still in my hand as they took me to a room with a running shower where Seth was waiting with the crew. I took a couple of big hits for some dutch courage as the guys put me into the shower, a couple still pawing inside my arse as they did so. "Well here he is...Cody our first time star! How did you enjoy it?" I smiled as I stood under the running water, "Yeah...it was amazing!" "Did you have a lot of fun?" "Oh yeah....a LOT of fun." "You look like you might want even more fun...can you turn around for me so I can see that arse of yours?" I turned around & gave a little wiggle as I could sense someone moving closer. "Now I've got a feeling that arse feels like it's missing out on the fun. Can you bend over for me so I can check?" With the camera so close on my butt I thought now would be a good time to take another couple of big hits of poppers. I could feel my whole body relaxing as Seth asked, "What do you think?" "That's a hungry faggot arse if ever I've seen one," I heard a familiar voice say as I felt two fingers push deep inside me. I hadn't even heard someone come in! "Mmmm it sure is...I can't wait to get inside it!" I turned around to see who my first partner would be, his fingers still probing deep inside my arse. END OF PART FOUR

PART THREE I could taste pre-cum on the guy's cock when I took it in my mouth. Like most guys, I'd tasted my own pre-cum before but it was my first time tasting someone else's, especially straight from the source so to speak. I'm not sure whether it was coz I was high or how horny I was but it didn't actually taste too bad. I could overhear Seth talking to the guy I was serving, "What's his mouth like man?" "Fuck...he's real good....he's got a great mouth!" I looked up at him and smiled through his dick. He was pretty good-looking so I was kinda thankful my first cock belonged to a hot guy. I was kinda glad to hear that I seemed to be a good cocksucker too. "Your friend's getting a bit jealous over there, I think you'd best let him know what he's like." I felt my head gently taken off his cock, turned to the right and onto a new one. It was funny but I could definitely tell that it was a new cock. He also had a lot more pre-cum on his head, I guess coz I'd been jerking him while I was sucking the other guy. I could hear the first guy say to him, "He's good isn't he?" as I jerked his cock. All the other guy could do was moan his approval which I took as a good sign! "I guess the rest of you guys wanna find out too?" I heard Seth ask, to roars of approval from the other guys. The first two guys stepped away, another guy took his place, putting his hands either side of my head and a cock was pushed into each of my hands. Thankfully, this new guy was a bit overweight because as he was fucking my face, my head kept smashing into his gut, meaning that I didn't get it as badly as maybe as I could have. This guy's cock and the two in my hands did feel a bit smaller which again made me happy, if I was going to be face fucked, at least I was going to be eased into it, well as "eased" as it could be! I thought it'd been faked when girls did the gagging sounds in blowbang videos as they were getting facefucked but I was learning first "hand" now that it wasn't the case. I was starting to get into a rhythm as well where I'd work a guy's cock in my mouth/throat for 20-30 seconds or so while I was jerking 2 off and then move onto the next one. I was a little ashamed to admit it, but I wasn't minding it that much and from the groans the guys were making, they liked it too! I was kinda missing the first couple of guys though, their dicks were a bit bigger and nicer than most of the others. As I was sucking one guy off, I heard him moan, "God you faggots are the best at sucking cock." Typical fucking straight guy, I stopped sucking him and was just about to say "I am NOT gay!" when a beautiful big cock was pushed into my mouth. Its master's voice said "Yeah, but us faggots need to look after each other." I felt the popper bottle against my nose and I took a couple of deep hits, his dick still in my mouth. I looked up to see a sexy, blonde guy, his upper body covered in tatts. "Isnt'that right buddy?" he smiled down at me. I dropped the two cocks out of my hands, I knew my judgement was clouded coz I was fucking high, I still wanted to give this guy the best blowjob of his life. I ran my hands up and down his great dick, taking as much of it in my mouth as I could. I managed to take it all in my mouth & as I did, I winked up at him. It felt so slutty, but so amazing too to do that. He groaned his approval and I think it all became too much for a few of the guys as cum started to rain down on my face & i could hear guys asking for the glass so they could shoot into it. I pulled back to wipe the cum out of my eyes and pushed it into my mouth with the guys' encouragement. I was still flying off the poppers, so it didn't taste too bad for a first try, but I knew the big test would be in front of me soon. I was disappointed that my carer must've disappeared when I cleared my eyes, I guess he'd already cum and so I was left with about half a dozen guys to take care of. I wanted them to finish off so I could swallow the cum while I was still high so I went to work quickly on them. "Damn, this queer boy loves cum. I think I might take him home with me!" one of the guys laughed as two more guys shot on my face. I turned blindly in the direction of the voice and my face was pressed into another fat guy's gut, my mouth covering his dick. Within seconds I could feel what was unmistakeably piss running down my throat. It was only a short dpurt but it was enough for me to start coughing when I was released, the remaining guys just thinking I'd taken too much of his dick and they all came over me or into the glass. Swallowing the guy's piss snapped me out of my popper-trance and the words that I'd been so scared to hear were said, "Well Cody, that's everyone....now it's time for a cocktail!" I turned around as I was kneeling, my cum-smeared face looking for any of the guys with poppers but all that I could see were the film crew and Seth, standing smiling out of shot, with a ¾ full of cum cocktail glass in his hand. Fuck, I was gonna have to do this without them. I knew well the pose that I'd have to be in so I turned side on so that the cameras could get a good view. I knew that if I thought about it too much I'd only make it worse for myself so I opened my mouth wide, let my tongue out & tipped the glass's contents into my mouth and down my throat. I tried really hard not to retch as I felt it enter my mouth & throat & I tried to think of the guys' cheers as my friends cheering me for drinking a big shot at the bar rather than a bunch of guys cheering a slut swallowing their loads. "Make sure you get every drop now!" Seth said as if I didn't know what I had to do. I ran my tongue round the inside of the glass, making sure I got it all. I felt so ashamed having swallowed over a dozen's guys's loads and one guy's piss. Had they cum more than once? I couldn't bare to think as I clapped my lips together & opened my mouth wide, showing everything was gone and working its way down my throat. "Mmmm...there's a good slut....annnnnd CUT!" END OF PART THREE

I hooked up at STEAMWORKS with a scruffy bottom who had a sweet, tight ass and who was hungry for fuck seed. He left the door open when he came in my room, so I knew he din't mind being watched while being fucked, which is a turn on for me. Then he suggested I take him to the fuck bench and fuck him in front of other guys. What a fucking turn on. He sucked cock while I bred him. It was hot to have guys come up and feel my balls and bare cock. Anybody else hooked on giving a bareback sex show?

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Thanks this story remind of being DPed, I am so horned up to get fucked up and be gang raped

OMG me too. When im high I've eaten ass so long and hard mouth bleed. Like during the plauge guys knew sex was gonna kill them but they couldn't stop, same thing here no way in hell could I stop.

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!

it's not always something that can easily be put into words. is it logical to want HIV? No, not really...But the thought and desire can still insinuate itself into one's mind and in my experience, it doesn't really go away. It may wax and wane according to one's life at any given moment, but for me it's always there burrowed into my being. Doesn't mean everyone's going to act on it...indeed, for most it remains only a fantasy. But for some, we take the steps to turn it to reality.

(Dont' worry guys, I haven't forgotten the hotel bellman. He's making an appearance soon!) PART 3 We both laid on the bed for a while, soaked in sweat. I was vibrating because I was so high but I desperately wanted more cock in my hole. But I had to ask the obvious question, knowing that Justin might not tell me. “So who is this Jake person?” I asked him. He laughed nervously, then paused for a minute and said “well, ummmmm…….he’s……. ummmmmmm……my son.” OOOOOH. I should’ve gotten it before but I somehow in my lust and horniness, I missed this, and Mike hadn’t let me in on the secret. Justin explained “He’s also a student here in Chicago, a year ahead of you, I think. I’ve had the hots for him for a long time, but I didn’t want to upset him by making a pass at my own son. And you look a LOT like him. He’s short and very furry for his age, like you. With a nice big butt. He wrestled in high school and now in college, too.” I just smiled. This was getting really good. “The other thing I should tell you is that Mike is my brother.” I suddenly realized I had died and gone to heaven. The whole story quickly tumbled out of Justin while he laid next to me, playing with my nipples. “Mike’s younger and came out when we were teenagers, but I thought I should get married and have kids, so I did. Dumb move. My wife eventually discovered me in bed fucking another guy and divorced my ass. We’re on good terms now, but it was hard on her and on Jake. He was only 8 when we split up. That was 10 years ago. I’ve been really involved in his life, but he doesn’t know I like men.” Justin reached over for his phone and showed me a picture of himself with a boy of about 20, who did look a lot like me. He was shorter than Justin, with a thick mop of curly dark hair and chest hair coming out of the top of his tank top. In the picture they were standing by a lake, holding up fish for the camera. I immediately had a jolt of recognition. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and told him to hold on a second. He looked confused, and then I found it. A series of Grindr messages with THE SAME KID. We had never hooked up but we were both students at the same university and had flirted online, but never met IRL. I remembered joking with him that we were the hairiest guys under 20 in Chicago. His profile said he was gay and he’d joked with me about being kind of slutty. Isn’t every 20 year old gay guy slutty? I handed the phone to Justin, smirked and said “well Daddy man, maybe you look at this.” His jaw hit the floor as he scrolled through the messages between me and his son Jake. Then he opened the kid’s unlocked pictures, whistling loudly. “FUUUUUUUCK. I knew it. He has a big furry ass just like yours.” In the ass pic, Jake was looking at the camera, smirking like he knew how fine his ass was. He was right, it was a helluva nice ass. He was just waiting for men to admire it, and I’m sure they did, in abundance. “And he’s gay? OMG.” Justin laid back on the bed breathing hard, and handed my phone back to me. I had just blown a hole in his world in a way that he absolutely did not expect. “We’ve never met in person,” I said. “We just flirted a few times on Grindr because we both live on campus. Since I’m new there I was trying to meet gay friends, both for sex and just to hang out with. But because of his wrestling practice and meet schedule we’ve never managed to figure out a time to hang out.” I grinned at Justin. “Are you OK? I know this has to be freaking you out a little bit, especially considering how you just fucked me.” He laughed and said “Oh yeah, it’s just going to take me a little time to sort this through in my head.” As soon as he said that, the door clicked and in walked Mike. I set the phone back on the nightstand. “Well if it isn’t two of my favorite pigs.” He walked in the door, set his gym bag down and proceeded to start stripping off his shorts and tank top. He’d clearly just come from the gym and was dripping sweat. “I see you two got acquainted,” Mike said walking over to the bed and tapping on the buttplug that was securely shoved up my ass. I shook my ass at him and moaned loudly again, realizing that my hole was feeling very empty, despite the thick plug. I knew just who to ask to fill it. Mike was only wearing a jockstrap and I grinned at him and begged him “Please, can I suck your cock, mister?” Playing the innocent boy, looking up at him with my sexy green eyes that I knew he loved. “Why the fuck aren’t you sucking it already, faggot?” We all laughed and I scooted over and started playing with Mike’s cock through his jock. Then I pulled the sexy pouch aside and his big, meaty uncut dick flopped out, half hard already. I slid it in my mouth where it belonged and grabbed onto his ass to pull it all the way into my throat. Mike moaned and I could see that he and Justin were making out and I heard a click and a lighter go on. I looked up and Justin was holding a glass bong and sucking white smoke out of it which he then blew into Mike’s lungs. Justin tapped on my shoulder, and I came up off Mike’s fat cock and he passed another shotgun to me. I immediately went back down on Mike’s cock, taking it all the way into my throat, just like he taught me. He kept moaning while making out with Justin. Finally Mike came up for air, and said “come on Jakey, you want Uncle Mike’s cock in your pretty little hairy cunt?” I relinquished his delicious cock from my mouth and immediately turned around and put my ass in the air, arching my back like a good fuck toy. “Yes, Uncle Mike! Please use my pussy!” Mike laughed and hawked a loogie into my hole, then I saw Justin tuck something under Mike’s foreskin. Mike quickly slid his entire fat cock into my hole and I was in heaven again. After a few thrusts, I could feel something warm in my hole and said “what the…..?” They both laughed and said “don’t worry Jake, you’re gonna love it.” I could feel the warmth spreading through my ass and realized they had given me more drugs up my butt hole. All I could do was moan and beg Mike to fuck me hard. He slapped my ass and proceeded to start pounding me good. I was in cumdump faggot heaven. Justin moved on top of me and spread his ass cheeks wide and sat his furry hole down on my face. I ate him ravenously, smelling his deliciously sweaty butt and running my tongue up and down his crack, then shoving it as far up his hole as I could. I grabbed onto his hips and pulled him down as far as I could onto my tongue, while I ate his hole like I hadn’t had a meal in a week. It was fucking amazing. Smelling his manly hole while my cunt was getting fucked hard made me one happy spun little fag boy. While I was eating Justin’s ass, he would occasionally lift up and then turn around so he could make out with me, tasting his hole on my face and in my goatee. Then he would turn around and plant his big Daddy hole on my tongue again and I continued my meal. Meantime, Mike kept fucking me hard, and after about 15 minutes, he started to pound my hole really hard and pushed my legs back as far as he could, Justin held them in place for him. Spewing a never ending stream of dirty talk, calling me every name he could think of, faggot, whore, pig, slut, cumdump, he finally shot an enormous load in my boy pussy. While he was calling me every filthy name in the book all I could do was mumble because my mouth was full of daddy hole. Justin cheered him onI could feel his cock pulsate and the shots fire into my hole, pushing his brother’s load further into my ass.I was so high I couldn’t really speak, all I could do was hang on for dear life while my tongue fucked Justin’s hole and Mike raped my cunt. Finally, we all disentangled from each other and spread out on Justin’s king sized hotel bed, catching our breath. I was completely spent, but my hole was telling my brain MORE MORE MORE. I was vibrating and my hole was on fire. Mike grabbed the buttplug from the mess of sheets on the bed and shoved it back in my cunt. “There. You need that plug to keep those loads in. We’re not done with you. Not by a long shot.” He grinned and grabbed the back of my head, kissing me deeply and with great affection. I melted. These hot Daddies were not only paying attention to me, they were lavishing me with some of the greatest feelings I’d ever had. When we’d all come back to earth a bit, Justin smiled at me and said “Well, should we tell him?” Mike got a puzzled look on his face, and said “tell me what?” I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone and showed him the Grindr conversations I’d had with the REAL Jake. Mike burst out laughing and said “well that makes things more interesting, doesn’t it? Why don’t you just invite him over, Adam? What’s the worst that can happen? He says no?” I smirked and looked at Justin. This was his call. He was paying for my ass and he had a few more hours on the clock. All night if he wanted. I just looked at Justin and said “Well?” He’s your kid. What do you wanna do?” Justin was high and horny and his cock was rock hard again with the head just peeking out of his thick foreskin. He just looked at us and said “fuck it. Sure. Why not. He’s probably busy anyway.” So I messaged Jake. Grindr said he was online and it was Friday night so he might very well be looking for some dick. He replied right away and I asked him what he was doing. He told me he was just horny and looking for some fun and asked me if I wanted to “hang out.” I said sure, but explained that I was at a buddy’s hotel room downtown and did he want to join us for a group thing. I thought the phone was going to explode he answered so quickly. “FUCK YES” was the answer. At Justin’s prompting, I told him to take a cab or Uber and my friend would pay for it since he could make it a business expense. He responded that he would be there in 20 minutes. I was giving Justin and Mike a play by play as this was happening and I was laying between them with them idly playing with my tits and cock. The trap was set. Wait until Jake found out what the surprise was.

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

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

Part 2 Getting up off the bed I headed toward the door and reached down to rearrange the obvious hardon in my pants. I laughed at myself, thinking, Why bother? We both know why we're here tonight. Although, I told myself as I reached the door, there's some things Chad doesn't know about tonight...yet. That quick thought made my erect cock ooze precum from the head as I grabbed the doorknob and opened the door to let Chad come in. He was standing there wearing nothing but a tight pair of shorts, flip flops and his sexy fucking smile. I drew in a quick breath seeing his smooth sculpted defined pecs, his hard dark nips, and his washboard abs. He was fucking beautiful and he knew it too! I grabbed him by his wrist pulling him inside the room and slamming the door closed behind him. A second later I had him pressed against the door pushing my tongue inside his mouth, both of us moaning in need and lust. I had one of my hands rubbing over his meaty pecs and playing with his nips and my other hand down the back of his shorts and kneading his muscled jock ass. Both of his hands had immediately gone to my crotch when we started to kiss and he now already had my pants down around my feet and his hands stroking my cock and caressing my balls. He pulled back from my lips and as he dropped to his knees he said in a husky whisper, “I gotta suck your cock, Lance!” He slid his mouth down the first 5 inches of my fat cock and I moaned feeling the pleasure his mouth has given me so many times the past four years since that first night. I put my hands on the back of his head and looked down, seeing his eyes looking up at me as his mouth moved further down my shaft, his lips stretching wider as he reached the widest part of my dick. “Damn, little bro! I love seeing the way your lips stretch like that around my cock. It looks so fucking hot and perfect! Here bro, let me help you get past the thickest part there.” Saying that I applied pressure to the back of his head with my hands feeding him more of his big bro's cock knowing he wanted every inch filling his mouth and edging into his throat. Chad was a hungry and eager cocksucker. There was never any gagging from him, only growls of pleasure and need. He moved his hands to my asscheeks, pulling my cock deeper into his mouth as I pulled his head closer to my dark pubes. Working toward the same goal it only took another moment before his lips were pressing against the hair of my crotch and my full nuts were pressing against his chin. He began using his throat muscles to stroke and squeeze the shaft buried in his throat. This was a talent he had shown me early on in our sex together and it was such an awesome sensation. I threw my head back and groaned loudly. “Ah fuck yeah little bro! Suck your big bro's cock. Keep doing it man and I won't be able to hold off. You're gonna make me cum down your throat bro.” Chad's hands tightened on my asscheeks and a muffled moan let me know that's what he wanted. “Yeah you hot cocksucker! Take it little bro! Take every damn drop of your bro's married cum! Here it cums, oh gawd yeah man, take it all! Ugghhhh, ugghhh!” My cock erupted in Chad's throat sending ropes straight down into his stomach. I pulled my spewing cock slowly backwards so I'd be sure to cover his tongue and give him a taste of his big bro's hot jizz. I knew the night was just getting started for both of us and it was going to get better and hotter! (to be continued)

Hey guys thanks for the comments been away far too,long but back to tell u more of my erotic fun with my poz brothers. I might have to eventually move to the chem section as in the last year it where I developed more intense sexual poz pleasures , Thsnks again oinker

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the alarm goes off at 7 waking me, as I wake up remembering where I am I roll over seeing sir. he smiles saying morning I've something for you as he pulls the sheet back. his cock has morning wood, without being told I dive into it worshiping it as sir tells me to ride it. still lubed with his cum I straddle him, position myself and impale myself balls deep in one motion just letting out a groan as he watches me fuck myself in his cock. enjoying the show and feeling he tells me to ride the cum out of him. I smile back telling him my ass will milk every drop. I ride him for 15 mins and he grabs my hips n starts fucking me deeper. telling me to take his dirty load. i feel that warm feeling inside me knowing I've done my job n pleased him. a man of my word I keep riding him milking every drop till he's soft. hoping off he takes me to the shower where I kneel waiting for his piss. it's strong as he pisses over my face into my mouth, where I gulp as much of it as i can. finished he tells me to clean up for work and walks out. after a shower and shave I change into work clothes still with the cock cage on. walking into the kitchen he tells me haven't I forgotten something and I see he holding the locking butt plug. I undo my belt and present my ass. sliding a finger into me he gets some of his cum for lube n slides the plug into me and locking it, leaning over he whispers who owns you, I reply you do sir. he slaps my ass as i dress telling me to come straight back after work. I'm still tired and feel run down at work as I've not eaten anything, limited sleep and only drunk piss for 2 days. I muddle through work waiting for the end so I can get back to sir. the end of the day and I excuse myself and start back for the apartment and before I'm even inside sir texts me telling me he left the door open and a change of clothes at the entrance. he's expecting a friend round so I'm to cook dinner and let him in if he arrives before sir. opening the door I step inside only to find .. nothing.. there's a note with a collar on-top of it saying this is all I need. stripping I put on the collar and grab my clothes and take then to the bed room. catching myself in the mirror I see myself naked except cock cage, collar, smiling I turn and spread my ass So i can see the plug, happy with what I see I just go mmm as I leave for the kitchen. he's left notes and everything I need to prepare dinner when I hear a knock on the door. hesitant for only a moment I go and open the door and the man in says he the friend sir is expecting. I open the door fully exposing myself and letting him in. his eyes roam over my body as I ask him if he wants a drink and go back to making dinner. he makes himself at home pulling a beer from the fridge watching me. not long after sir arrives grabbing a beer as they both go to the lounge. everything is ready for dinner, I tell sir and we eat, he introduces his friend(brian). telling me to suck his cock. I go under the table and pull out his cock n suck him well. 12 min in he blows, getting out from the table I sit down again as sir points to my cheak telling me I missed some. I wipe my finger across it see the cum and lick it clean. I tidy the table and they have another beer for his friend leaves. later on I'm sucking him on the couch when im look up he videoing me, I smile, as he asks. are you enjoying that... yes sir very much What are you.... I'm a bitch sir, your bitch looks like you like my cock... I love your cock and your cum you known thats poz cock your sucking.... yes sir I love your poz cock. you like it cumming in you. yes sir this bitch loves your poz cock and cum in me. he smiles and grabs the back of my head as he starts fucking my mouth, cumming balls deep after 10 mins it feels like hes just squirted his load directly into my stomach. I sit there happy when he shows me the video n asks what should we tell your wife... I thought I'd be wtf what do I do, but I just think i need to stay here. I say I need to tell her im not cumming back. he pulls me up and passionately kisses me as we makes out on the couch telling me i will tell her that. like a honeymoon couple he fucks n breeds me a couple of times and tells me that I need to quit my job as well as leave my wife. I just reply yes sir. the alarm wakes me in the morning again and i automatically head for sirs cock which I devour rewarded I swallow his fresh creamy load 10 min in. holding the back of my head I feel his cock soften in my mouth and then the tang n wetness as he feeds me his piss. swallowing it all I get up and shower n shave. naked and dried I go back to sir and ask if I can have my plug. he returns with more cum cubes and slides them in telling me since I missed the morning load we can't have it going without, and locks the plug in place. dressed ready to leave sir tells me to remember that i have to resign from work and he wants a copy of the letter. I reply... yes sir. it's 10 when I hand in my letter an I'm straight in the managers office. they ask the usual questions but in the end they know im leaving so ask me to stay longer to finish the project. getting back to sirs at the end of the day I strip and collar as required then I show him the pic if the letter and tell him what's happening. he says good that sorted we can leave you wife till later. now come here I want to fuck you. leaning me over the couch he turns the tv on and playing is the video of me he made while I sucked his cock just repeating itself. my face and voice large... you known thats poz cock your sucking.... yes sir I love your poz cock. you like it cumming in you. yes sir this bitch loves your poz cock and cum in me. I feel him inside me and beg him to knock me up and give me his babies. he doesn't last long unloading deep in me. still bent over he slides his fingers in me, I push back wantingly begging him to use me. hes not gentle this time and I feel something rip as his hand pops into me but I'm in lust and just push back more. wrist deep I just say fuck yes and he's spends time fisting me and loosening my ass. handing me some poppers I hit them, hes stopped moving his hand and as the poppers hit me I push back my ass swallowing more of his arm. I'm focused on my ass n his arm I lose track of time and when we finish he's been fisting me for over an hour. im shattered n a sweaty mess my ass won't close but I'm happy. we go to bed where sir pumps another load into me telling me he knows I'm already pregnant with his babies but I need more cum. I drift off to sleep. I don't wake up from the alarm this morning, its sir using me n pumping another load into me. I feel the warmth of his cum but he holds me there and I feel a warmer stronger feeling as he starts to fill me with his morning piss, telling me to not spill a drop. he finishs and I clench my ass as he pulls out managing to do as he said. I go to the bathroom and shower shave clean out. follow the morning ritual of cum cubes n locking me before I leave for work. I can't focus as I'm tired shattered n horny I haven't cum in 4 days due to the cock cage and it drags on till I get back home to sir. arriving back at sirs apartment hes waiting there and tells me I have to call my wife and tell her work is keeping me here a bit longer. I start calling as he bends me over the couch, slides the plug out as she answers. I tell her about working longer as sir slides into me. I close my eyes focusing on his cock as she continues to talk about "things". I've zoned out in pig mode and just saying the appropriate yes/no/dear as required. sir is still fucking me when we say goodbye and he tells me I'm not going back there ... I reply saying... yes sir I know, I'm yours, n need you. I need your cum, spurred on he blows a load into me and fucks it deeper. the routine continues for the next 5 days as he breeds me at least 3 times a day. he tells me it's time I called my wife and tell her I'm leaving, she can keep everything as I've found someone else. he just watches as I talk to her, repeating what he has said. she's screaming at me as he takes the phone from me, hangs up and breaks it in half, handing me a new phone telling me that part of my life is gone. 2 days after that I wake up sweating and feeling as hit by a truck.. I'm converting. I tell sir and I receive the most passionate kiss I've ever had. I'm happy that I've pleased him. I don't think oh no what have I done, just a mmmmm. i sleep for most of the day and feel a little better. sir nurses me and looks after me for the next 3 days tenderly giving me time to get over the initial symptoms (while still fucking his loads into me), by then I'm more normal and sir takes me to the doctor where a quick test confirms I'm pregnant to sir and have his babies In me... HIV positive. back home sir is beaming with pride and tells me me I have finally transitioned from bitch to pig, something in my head clicks and I know im where I need to be.

I appreciate all the feedback that I’ve been getting from everyone, and as always, I always love to get more. Feel free to message me personally if you ever have questions or anything you’d like to see if you don’t want to comment publicly. Hope you enjoy. -- Part 9: Closing Time “Fuck yeah, take that cock deep in your guts,” Kyle said, watching as the large cock slammed away at my hole. I grinned, taking an extra deep puff on the smoldering red in my mouth, and began clenching my hole down as I nose-jetted the smoke out. “Shit yeah dude,” the guy behind the wall said, slamming my hole extra hard in appreciation, “Grip down on my cock with your juicy hole!” With a nod at me, Kyle knelt down next to the hole and watched the anonymous cock pound away as we both smoked. I looked down and enjoyed the scene as well as Kyle took a deep inhale on the red in his mouth and took it out of his mouth before starting to suck on my cock. I moaned as his hot, smoky mouth surrounded my cum-slicked dick and he sucked hard. “Oh fuck,” the man behind the wall yelled out, as my ass involuntarily got tighter as I fought the urge to keep from cumming in Kyle’s warm wet mouth. “Ugh…. stop Kyle…. gonna cum if you keep that up!” I whispered, puffing hard on my red to try and keep focused and calm down my building orgasm. Pulling off, he growled at me and roughly grabbed my balls. I instinctively yelped at the shock and pain. It worked, however, and my orgasm disappeared. This though also caused my ass to tighten again. “Fuck, can’t hold it in anymore!” the guy yelled, his strokes suddenly becoming erratic, “Gonna shoot up your hole man! My dicks gonna add to the soup cooking in there. Here it comes fucker! Gaaaaahhh…. fuuuuuuu…” With that, he suddenly slammed into my hole and stayed still. I felt his cock start to pump into my ass, jerking hard and moving around with every shot. After a few moments, he finally finished and Kyle pulled me off the cock and turned me around. “Clean him up bitch,” Kyle said, stroking his cock and puffing away at the cigarette in his mouth, “Show him your appreciation for the kind gift of his load.” I nodded and started to suck the cock clean, enjoying the taste of all the loads and my ass on the guy’s meat. I gently nursed at the large piece and as I finally got it deep in my throat I could see the small tattoo on the base of his pelvis. It was a symbol I must have seen at least a thousand times every day at work, warning me of the dangers that lie inside. And now, I was face to face with the symbol, prominently attached to the guy who had just dumped what felt like a huge load in my hole. I jumped back just slightly, even though I had definitely taken poz cum earlier that night. Knowingly taking it after the fact though added to my surprise, and after my mind processed it, I moaned somewhat in pleasure and fear. “Fuck yeah man,” Kyle said, slowly positioning my ass to another waiting cock at the opposite hole, “you add a nice buggy load to my friend’s neg hole?” “Shit yeah! My cobra only spits venom! Wait…. Fuck, that you Kyle?” the muffled voice said, pulling out of my mouth and shaking the cock at my face, hitting it with a few stray drops of semen-laced spit before stepping back. “Yeah man!” he said, as he shoved my ass down, making me gasp. Looking around I realized my cigarette was now out and to the butt. Kyle grabbed it and threw it to the ground. Next, he pulled a fresh one from the pack and placed it between my lips and lit me. I instinctively inhaled deeply several times, hungry and happy to be smoking again as Kyle and the mystery guy continued to talk. “Fucking nice hole you found there. He’s neg, huh?” the guy asked, as he pulled his pants up. “Yeah, cute fucker just started coming here last night. Practically a virgin from what his hole felt like when I used it,” he replied, looking at me expectantly. I gave a nod in agreement, half listening as the cock in my ass slowly pumped inside me, “Let me plant a hot load deep inside him and the fucker even stole my gar so he could blow his load. Nice tight hole, right?” “Hell yeah. Though with all those loads up there, that juicy ass is gonna poz up in no time!” the guy said, and suddenly I was face to face with a younger looking Asian guy with a goatee and a heavy 5 o’clock shadow, “Let me taste my cum in your mouth buddy?” Pulling my red out of my mouth, Kyle pushed my head forward and I immediately found myself with the guy’s tongue probing at my mouth. I opened up and could taste cigar smoke and whiskey on his breath. The taste made me take his tongue deeper, allowing it to probe deep inside. We proceeded to make out for a few minutes as the man in my ass let out a loud grunt and unloaded in my ass. He must have pulled out and left, due to the slamming his door in the room. Kyle slowly pulled my ass away from the hole, filling it with his fingers. Finally, after a minute or two, another cock must have stepped up to play, and Kyle removed his fingers and shoved me back down to take another load. The guy stopped kissing as I let out a moan from the stretching of my ass to accommodate the bigger dick. “Fuck! Nothing better than tasting my poz cum in a neg guy’s sweet mouth. Damn, you were right Kyle, the kid is sexy as fuck and a great kisser, and sounds like a born bottom breeder,” he said, as I felt Kyle play with my balls, pulling them down and back, making me ride the cock harder. The guy then looked me in the face and continued, “Guessing a cute fucker like you is likely a non-smoking little preppy boy, right? Kyle helping you become the pig you always wanted to be?” With a laugh, Kyle answered for me. “Nah man, I wish,” he said, releasing my balls as I heard the click of a lighter, “This pig already was on his way. Just helping him out tonight on getting there quicker!” “Hot damn!” the guy said, reaching down and grabbing my jaw before running his thumb across my lips. He gave me a hungry look before he stuck the tip of his thumb in my mouth. “Cute innocent face and fuckable lips…” I felt the tell-tale sign of yet another load getting dumped in my ass. I opened my mouth involuntarily, moaning as the cock slammed harder and shot another load. “I’m Ren. Get my number from Kyle. I want to play with you again,” he said softly before finally releasing my face. With a light slap on my left cheek, he turned away and walking out of the room. I pulled my face away and looked at Kyle, who was stroking his cock, the wicked looking PA gleaming at me as if it were evil and sentient. “Ren want’s you to have his number?” Kyle guessed, blowing his smoke in my face. I took a deep breath in. In the back of my mind, I realized I enjoying it, savoring the nasty smoke where I would have hated it and gotten angry at the act in the past. “Yeah, you got it?” I asked, wincing as the cock pulled out, and the anonymous fuck left without a word. “Definitely. He’s one twisted kinky fucker. Also my tattoo and piercing artist. Works at a place I go to a few blocks over,” he explained, walking slowly over and rubbing his hard dick against my lips, “Might have to get you over there sometime.” “Definitely, “ I said as I nodded and opened my mouth and slowly started to suck on his cock. “Fuck yeah man, suck on my monster,” he said, as another cock presented itself to my ass. I swallowed hard and felt the metal in his cock head hit the back of my throat as the next guy to fuck me slid inside. “Wet as fuck. Nasty little slut,” the guy at my hole said out loud before slamming away at my ass. “Hey fucker,” Kyle said, slowly starting to pull out of my mouth. “Mmmmmph?” I replied, clamping down on his dick in reply. “Seriously dude…” he continued, smiling down at me and blowing another cloud of smoke at me before continuing, “Stop… Gotta go take a piss.” I started to release when my mind went back to the text messages from earlier in the evening. I pulled off his dick and looked up at him. Reaching down, I grabbed the bottle of poppers and took several deep hits before setting it down. “Feed me it,” I whispered, licking my mouth almost surprising myself as the words left my lips. “Shit, seriously?” he said, clearly shocked. “Might as well try it and see if I like it,” I replied grabbing the red from his hand and sucking in a lungful of smoke, “Give me that fucking prick and fill my stomach full of your hot piss. “Damn… you really are a fucking pig, bro,” he said, and stepped up closer, letting his dick get closer to my mouth, “Love pissing into a human urinal!” Slowly he inhaled on his red and nodded at me, instructing me to do the same. Satisfied I have a big enough lungful, he pulled it out and stuck it in his mouth next to his. Slowly, he pulled my jaw open and gently inserted his dickhead into my waiting mouth. I clamped gently down and waited for a few minutes, enjoying the rough fuck from the top in my ass, who was spewing nasty words out about my hole. “Fucking nasty little bug chaser. Getting his hole filled with any cock that will take it. Probably already a stupid fucking poz cumdump…” the man yelled, announcing to the world my debauchery. “Hear that man?” Kyle asked, his voice sounding strained, “You’re getting even more advertising. Gonna have you service every guy here tonight, and when they’re done, Benny and I are gonna leave our loads in you too. Having Benny use the money he owes me to get you an extra special gift to commemorate your night here.” Suddenly, I felt a hot gush of warm salty liquid fill my mouth. The liquid quickly filled my mouth, and after a second of hesitation, I gulped down the hot piss.The taste was different than I expected. Kyle let out a sigh and I continued to gulp, enjoying the feeling of the hot liquid filling my stomach. After a while, his cock slowly dribbled to a stop and he pulled his now throbbing member out of my mouth. I suck as he pulled out, freeing the last few drops of piss from around the large PA lodged in the pisshole. Staring up, I looked at Kyle, who was staring down at me in happy awe. “Fucking nice man!” he said, grabbing my chin and moving my head around, my body jolting occasionally in response to the hard slams in my hole from the verbal guy deep inside it, “Not a drop wasted. You’re a natural piss toilet. I love it. Next one is getting showered all over you though.” Suddenly, the pace in my hole picked up suddenly, and I heard the guy in my ass yell out. “Fuck! Knocking your stupid ass up with my babies, bitch! Take it! TAKE IT!” he said, slamming my hole hard enough to make the wall shake. After a few moments, he pulled out, and Kyle spun me around. “Thank the nice man and help him get cleaned up to leave, slut,” he growled, shoving my face into the hole. I immediately looked through and opened my mouth. A large, uncut cock was quickly shoved roughly into my mouth, a large scorpion going down the shaft. I felt Kyle shove my hole onto yet another cock, and I winced, feeling the smoke and poppers starting to wear off. Satisfied he was clean, the top pulled his cock out of my mouth and smacked my face as hard as he could. “Stupid fucking faggot,” the guy said and walked out without another word. “Fu… Ow!” I said, pulling my face back and rubbing it. Kyle nose-jetted down at me with a questioning look. “Asshole slapped my face really hard. And my hole is getting tired,” I groused, grabbing the bottle of poppers. “Sorry about that,” Kyle replied, kneeling beside me and grabbing two fresh reds and sticking them both in my mouth as I took several deep hits off the bottle. Soon enough, my ass started to enjoy the pounding it was receiving and I closed the bottle. Kyle lit the two cigarettes, and I took a deep inhale. “Fuck, that’s better,” I sighed, enjoying the extra thick smoke pouring out of my mouth, “Going straight to my cock.” “Nice, dude,” he said, lighting two from his pack as well, “Love fucking my lungs with a double. Figured you would too. Gonna try an’ get a whole pack inside you by the end of tonight.” “Holy shit yes,” I said, enjoying the smoke as I hauled away, happy to have the smoke and poppers fucking me up again. “Gonna have you so full of buggy little swimmers you’ll be shitting cock slime for the whole week fucker,” he continued, looking beneath me at my asshole, smiling as the guy in my ass came silently and pulled out, a second cock instantly now fucking it, “Nice, two for one. Maybe they have different strains.” “Fuck yeah, my ass is full of all sorts of bugs tonight,” I said, zoned out on the poppers and smoke, letting my cock and balls do the talking, “Gonna really get knocked up like the slut I am tonight.” “Yeah buddy, can’t wait 'til you get turned toxic and get your poz badge!” he agreed, licking at the loads dripping from me off my now aching balls, “You want to bug up? Get the gift?” “Fuck yeah,” I said, realizing that the people in the next room could likely hear our dark conversation. The cock in my hole twitched hard at my reply, and its pace quickened, “Can’t wait until my ass gets fully converted and I get my gift.” “Gonna need to get you a tatt then,” he said smoke pouring out of him as he gave my dick a few strokes. My ass clenched at his stroking, and the cock in my ass blew its load, its owner groaning behind the wall. “Fuckin’ awesome man, milk that tainted cock,” Kyle said, our dirty talk making both of us smoke down our reds to the filter in what felt like record time. We both removed the spent butts. Kyle reached for our packs as he planted a deep kiss on my lips, his fingers expertly pulling out our smokes as his smoky tongue intertwined with mine. Pulling back, he spit into my mouth and then dove back in. I sucked on his tongue, somewhat unsurprised to find a piercing there as well. We released and Kyle stuck my two reds on my lips as he did the same with his. With a quick flick of the lighter, Kyle lit us both up and we continued to smoke. Another cock was shoved in my ass as Kyle continued to talk. “Fuck yeah, haul on that double. Gonna feed you the whole pack before you leave tonight. Got to admit, was surprised you actually agreed to let me whore you out tonight and try get your ass knocked up,” Kyle said, grinning and stroking his cock, “Fuckin’ love it though. Also, love watching you take so quickly to the reds. Think you’ll fuck your lungs with them again, man?” “Yeah,” I grunted, nose jetting the smoke and sliding my ass back against cock, enjoying the slick, loose feeling in my hole, “Definitely prefer cigars, but these are great too, especially two at a time.” We both sat in silence as we smoked and I was fucked, Kyle stroking his cock next to my face. Another cock appeared in front of me when suddenly Kyle pushed me out of the way. He stroked it a few times, and then wiped his hand across my soaking wet balls, collecting the multiple loads dripping out of my wrecked ass. He grinned at me as he smeared some of the jizz on the cock, and then on his asshole. “Watching you take all those toxic loads making my ass hungry too,” he groaned, quickly sinking down on the glistening cock, “Wanna make out and swap smoke for a while as we take all these loads, bro?” I nodded and for the following hour or so we did just that. I quickly lost count of the number of guys who dumped a load in my ass, instead just enjoying the feeling of my ass loosening up into a dripping cum dump and sharing the smoke with Kyle. We smoked the packs of reds down quickly, my lungs burning and my head swimming at the massive amount I inhaled. Both of us eventually found out holes empty, and Kyle and I stood up, making out and stroking each other, our cocks both dripping. A knock interrupted us followed by the sound of a set of keys at the door. Slowly the door opened and Benny, the blue-haired twink walked in. Promptly, he pulled his pants down and revealed a massive, cut cock. I was frankly shocked, as I would never have guessed he was packing such a large cock on such a small body. He walked up and shoved at my upper back, bending me over as he took my ass without a word. He made quick work, not making a sound as he slammed away at my hole until he released his load and whispered into my ear. “Take my unmedicated high viral load bitch,” he said and licked my neck before pulling out his cock and grabbing his pants, pulling them back up and tossing a set of keys at Kyle. “Hey, fucker, what’s these for?” he said, catching them with ease before stepping up to my ass and shoving his cock in as well, “And where’s the thing?” “Gonna take a few days to get it. You’ll live,” he said, his voice sounding bored, letting out a loud yawn, “I gotta go. Everyone else is gone and it’s all pretty much locked up. Let yourself out.” With those parting words, Benny walked out and left me alone with Kyle. “So,” he said, "didn’t get to give you your gift for helping me prove my point to Mr. Queen there. But maybe I can give you another in its place…” Kyle slammed his metal filled cock up my ass and proceeded to fuck me hard, having us both light up as he did. I looked into my pack, and to my surprise found only 1 red left. “Gonna be an incentive for you to get your own,” he said, looking over my shoulder as he puffed away, “…fuck, getting close already.” I clenched my hole down, trying to milk his cock and help him along when he continued talking, his voice strained. “So, fucker…” he said, slamming my ass as hard as he could, his PA rubbing around in my hole and abusing it, “Remember when I told you I got tested the other day?” I nodded, unable to say anything due to the solid reaming I was receiving. “Never did tell you the actual result,” he continued, wrapping his hands around my neck and squeezing slightly, changing his angle and making me harder, “… didn’t stop your ass for milking me dry though. Also bet you’re wondering how I knew you’re a doctor and won that bet with little Princess Betty.” Again, I nodded. I had vaguely wondered how Kyle had known this. “Was at your hospital the other day, and saw your sexy ass in the cafeteria talking to all your doctor friends. Had my first appointment with my infectious disease doc,” he said, his pace picking up somehow even faster, “Fuck yeah, knew when I saw you that if I ever saw you again, I’d find a way to fuck your sweet hole. Shiiiiit… I got to stealth your sweet hole last night. Now I’m gonna shoot my fucking toxic poz load inside you again slut.” And with that, Kyle slammed into my ass and held still, letting out a loud growl as his cock throbbed, shooting what felt like a huge load deep inside me. It was powerful, forcing out some of the other loads in the process as my ass ran out of space for all the cum inside of me. Part of me was shocked, as with the way Kyle had told me his status the night before, he almost sounded like he was negative. But thinking back to his exact words again, I realized he was right, and never actually gave me a full answer. Slowly, he reached around me and grabbed the now cold and unforgotten butt plug that had been in my ass hours earlier. He quickly pulled himself out and shoved it in, eliciting a gasp from me as the cold plug seated itself deep inside me and my hole slammed shut at the cold intrusion. “Fuck yeah, grab that plug with your stretched out ass lips. You know you want those loads to stay inside where they belong.” Kyle then grabbed the back of my head, pulling my face to his crotch. “Suck me clean so we can go, pig.” I sucked him clean, slowly savouring the taste of all the different cum loads coating his dick. His tasted great, with an extra smoky taste to it. I realized I likely had something to my theory of smoker’s cum tasting different. After a few minutes, and coaxing a bit more of Kyle’s cum out of his cock as it deflated, I stood up, getting ready to jack off. “No way fucker, save that for tomorrow when you remove that plug,” he said, smacking my hand away, “Let those loads marinate inside your ass and then jack off in the morning. Give that virus a chance to knock you up.” We both dressed in silence, my ass feeling delightfully full again with the multitudes of cum sloshing inside my hole around the plug. I pocketed the box of reds, now empty save for one lone cigarette. We climbed the stairs in silence, and I stood back and rubbed my still hard and aching cock and cum-swollen balls, watching Kyle open the door before letting us out. He grabbed another cigarette and lit it quickly before handing it to me to share. I took a deep puff and handed the red back. “Well, I’m off to home. We gotta do this again soon. Next time though, I expect you to bring your own smokes,” he said, a wicked grin on his face as I slowly nose-jetted the smoke. “Who says I’ll be back?” I asked, jokingly getting an attitude as he started to walk away. “Dude, pig like you will be here every night I bet,” he said loudly, “Besides, got to work your ass up to being ready for the bathhouse somehow.” I secretly was glad the street was empty, as his words echoed off the different storefronts. “Sounds like a plan then…” I said, turning away and starting the short walk to my apartment building next door, “Don’t forget to send me that Ren guy’s number?” “Will do. But only if you send me a pic of your ass tomorrow after you take the plug out. See ya soon!” he called back, waving to me as I left. I waved back, knowing the action was pointless since he couldn’t see me. Slowly, I walked in the front door, looking at the security guard at the desk. I was silent, seeing that he was clearly asleep, his legs on the desk and hat on his face. Looking at him, I glanced at the clock behind him and quickly realized the time. 3:45am. Holy shit, I thought to myself, as I called the elevator, which quickly opened with a soft clank, did I seriously spend almost 6 hours at a glory hole?! I grinned at the realization, catching my reflection in the now closed doors. I looked… well… well-fucked was the first thing that came to mind. My hair was tousled, and I had what looked like a small bit of cum coating my bottom lip. I instinctively licked it. Yep… cum. The doors quickly opened, and I walked out, quickly unlocking the door to my apartment and stepping in. A slightly hazy cloud of cigar smoke still hung slightly in the air from the nights earlier festivities. I took in a deep breath and inhaled deep through my nose, now enjoying the smell. I quickly made my way to the bathroom and removed the cock ring from my member before taking a quick piss. The relief was instant, as I felt my dick slowly deflated and I unleashed a full bladder. My eyes felt heavy as I relieved myself. The night quickly was catching up to me, as I felt the tiredness suddenly hit me like a brick wall. Yawning, I undressed, and pulled back the covers, climbing into bed. In almost no time at all, I quickly drifted off to sleep, with ass plug deep inside me as the countless loads inside my ass stayed trapped. Kept warm inside me, allowing them to get absorbed.