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I'm already local elected person; and also work every election unless I am on the ballot. Re: Parties, I am opposed to parties in general and both of them specifically. Both parties hound me to join.

A knocking on the front door awakened me and as my folks were gone on a cruise for three weeks I had to answer the door wearing only a blanket wrapped around me.Mr wilson stood there holding my cellphone and as I openned the door he held it out to me."you forgot this at my place,its been ringing quite a bit"Taking the phone and looking at the screen I could see several calls from my parents listed.Just then it rang again,and as I answered Mr Wilson came into the foyer and shut the door."Oh hi Mom....no just got up,going to make breakfast then do yard work.How's the cruise"I said,as mr Wilson pulled the blanket off and I felt an erection beginning to develop."Oh you boys and your cocks in the morning...."He said as I talked with my mother his tongue licked my cockhead,then his lips slid over it and down my erection as it throbbed at the attention.As I talked with mom the aids infected man from down the street sucked on her son's cock and my heart began to pound.

Chapter 1: This is my first time writing a story, It is entirely fiction, but is loosely based off of a role-play session with another avid fan of this site. (feel free to skip the next two paragraphs of setup and jump to the good stuff) Hi, My name is Rick, and this is finally got the father-son bonds I didn't know I needed. I used to be a pretty muscular “dreamboat” back in my HS football days (6'3”, dark hair, blue eyes, and a broad muscular farmers frame), which let me get around as much as I wanted, but eventually resulted in a drunken three-way with my “beard” Barb and 9 months later my son Jason was born. we tried to give the domestic life thing a try, but it wasn't for either of us since we needing one or more other guys involved whenever we had sex (she was as much of a bottom slut as I am) and after a few years my second son Matt was born. Pretty sure he wasn't mine, but I was the only one of the 8 guys fucking us that night who could be tracked down afterward (But as he grew, he looked more and more like the “blond viking muscle god” with a 12” UC beercan cock who split his mom and me open the night Matt was conceived, kinda fitting since unlike me, neither of my boys were circumcised.). Around the time my oldest was starting high school, Barb met a rich black gentleman named Mike during another of out group sessions... Great guy, nice 8” cock and and a near insatiable sex drive, which is why I wasn't that surprised when they fell for each other, she divorced me, and they got married... but I was pretty broken up when they took the boys and moved over an hour away because he got an even better job... Barb and Mike made sure to keep me involved in my sons lives, and Mike made sure that none of them wanted for anything, so what kind of asshole would I be to try to break any of that up... which is probably why we drifted apart over time and I haven't even seen any of them in a few years. Cut to now, about a decade later, still single, still somehow neg, and at 45 I don't think I am much to look at these days; short dark hair, a big grizzly beard and a 5.5” cut cock I generously refer to as average... I passed dad bod a while ago and fully embraced the bear scene and the chub belly I had grown shortly after. I finally had saved up about 2 weeks vacation time from work that I had to use before it expired, but no real money to go on much of a trip anywhere, so I decided I would stay home, check with my weed dealer for anything above and beyond his normal “wares”, and take a nice Trip at home... He did not disappoint...a ounce of dank weed, 4 hits of molly, a 10 strip of Cid, and as a bonus (since he didn't want the risk of keeping it), a small bag with a few shards of T. I hadn't candy flipped in years but hadn't done T since before the boys were born... It is one thing I have no tolerance for, and even a little amount had me spun stupid, so it is where Barb had drawn the line. My vacation plans however were all about letting lose and hopefully getting fucked stupid so I while I was originally planning to trip balls and watch youtube. I was eager to see if T still had the same effects all these years later. (plus I had two-weeks, so why not?) My vacation started Friday morning, pretty standard stay-cation stuff... cleaned around the house, Posted a few quick connect ads, “Pressure wash” out my fuck-hole with the sure shot, put out the “good' sex toys... you know, the basics. I only got two different guys to respond to my ads. The first one ghosted and the second was a middle-aged middle eastern dude with an average body and a fairly thin 7” who shot two raw loads in my hole, BUT came and went in under 30 minutes so I was no where near satisfied (but at least I was well lubed). I smoked a few bowls of herb and debated what to do next... a molly and acid candy flip sounded tempting, but I hadn't done T in so long I couldn't resist. I didn't have a pipe for it though and I never could stand needles, so I went with the way I had done it the last time I had it, took one of the smaller pieces, and began working it into my cum filled ass. As it started to burn (forgot how much I liked that) I could feel my pulse quicken and I started breathing heavily and feeling an almost animalistic lust. I looked over at the sex toy collection I had layed out earlier, an assortment of dildos, plugs, and toys ranging from average sized to advanced fisting+ sized (with a few BDSM options in a bag just in case). I grabbed the smaller of my two double dildos (18” length, 6” around) and had worked almost half of it up my hole when it became clear to me that I “NEEDED” to try to find more guys who would fuck me so I went back to looking online for dick. I posted a new quick connect add, this time the chems clearly helping me let lose “Power bottom parTy bear, looking to get my ass fucked, filled, and fisted. BB only, neg and on prep here, w/s friendly”. (I know what I like) I had moved up from the double header to an 8” long 6.5 circ dildo when I got a response to my ad. Instinctively, I went to check the profile before seeing what he had to say... There were no face pics,only two fairly close up pics, one of his ass (muscled, perky, and perfect) and one of his 9” pierced uncut cock (YUM), which was about all I needed to see, but I skimmed the rest of his profile: 25, 6'1” brown hair, blue eyes, 38” waist 185 lbs, muscular (Woo-hoo); I looked down to his interests: BB, D/s, Fisting, sounding, W/S, raunch, role-play, groups, chubs, PNP, etc... (fucking jackpot)... so I eagerly went to read his message, “Hey there sexy daddy; saw your ad, and you sound just like the kind of parTy bottom slut I love, clear your schedule, I want to spend this weekend fucking, fisting, and filling your chempig hole”. My usual skepticism at a guy like that, wanting a weekend like that, with a guy like me was quickly dismissed as I replied with my phone and address before he quickly replied that he would be there in a little over an hour with the instructions “leave the door unlocked, put on a blindfold, and be waiting naked face-down ass-up, ready for his first load” fortunately, I had a relatively small house in the country with no nearby neighbors, so I wasn't worried about anyone seeing me when he opened the door. I smoked another bowl of herb and moved some of they toys to the living room so I would be ready when he got there. I put some W/S gangbang porn on the TV, and was grinding my hole on my hole on my 6” circ. Plug when I got a text from a blocked number “under 5 away, be ready, door unlocked, BLINDFOLD ON”. A rush of excitement washed over me as I threw a blanket over the hardwood floors and got down on it on all fours with my ass pointed towards the door... (plug still in) before I tied a bandanna on as a blindfold, The next few minutes felt like hours, but soon I heard the door open and shut before the sounds of him kicking off his shoes against the door (just like my sons used to) and throwing his clothes on the floor before he slapped the plug in my hole and said (in an obviously fake deep voice) “Aw yeah daddy, I love when a bottom slut is stretched out and ready for this poz monster cock” Between his dick pick, interests, and the chems in my system I hadn't even checked his status... I wasn't an active chaser, but with prep and a lucky history, it wouldn't have been a deal-breaker for me anyway I thought as he spoke again, “slammed in your driveway, we are gonna have some fucking nasty fun slut” I heard the crinkle of plastic before he placed a hand on the plug in my hole and said “Push it out” (still in the fake deep voice). The plug game out with a plop, but was quickly replaced with his face as he dove in and began eating my hungry hole. This kid had an amazing tongue and with how hungrily he was trying to dig deeper into my big hairy bear ass, it was clear he hadn't lied on his profile about being into bears/chubs (FUCK YEAH). He pulled back and said, “mmm, you still have someone elses load in you slut, I love chemwhores like you that come pre-lubed”. He then slid two fingers in and as he began moving them around, I began to feel a burn I recognized from a few hours earlier... he was working more T into my hole! I couldn't stop myself from grinding back against his hand, or letting a low hungry moan as I felt it kicking in... I coughed and was breathing way heavier than before. Whatever he had was was stronger than what I did I thought as I heard “Point two shard in there slut, you are gonna be begging for my toxic loads all night, and plenty more where that came from” FUCK I thought, that is way too much for me I tried to say, but all that came out was a mumbled moan as he worked in the rest of his fingers and began scraping whatever hadn't dissolved yet against my prostate. I could feel my eyes roll back in my head as my ass hungrily tried to suck his hand into me. I don't think my hole has ever been this hungry. I wanted to beg for more but all I could manage was grunts and moans. He pulled his hand out after a few minutes (still way too soon) but I soon felt the head of his cock pressing against my stretched hungry hole. His dick looked big in his profile pic, and if he hadn't just had his hand in me, there is no way I would have been ready for the beercan thick cock he was slowly pushing into my hungry tweaked out manpussy, I felt what I thought was his PA until it started burning again and I felt another wave of hunger as he pushed in and ground his bush against my stretched out hole, leaned forward and said “Fuck you feel good daddy, I put a little more T under my foreskin because I want to make sure I scratch us both up and breed you good daddy” I moaned in agreement, I had given up on being on all fours at this point and had my face pressed to the floor as he began to pick up the pace. He went from slowly working whole 9 inches of his baseball bat dick all the way out till only his piercing was still in my hole before plunging the entire length back in one quick thrust, each time trying to hit another spot inside me. When he was confident he had gotten my hole ready, he began began to full on “hate fuck” my hole with enough force that he was actually pushing my big assed-chub/bear self across the floor. “You want my toxic load slut” he grunted “God yes sit, I replied” “Beg for it” he demanded “Please breed me sir, I need your strain, I want you to fill me with your poz cum so bad” (I may not have been a chaser, but I knew the lingo and have been around enough to know what he wanted to hear) He leaned in and wrapped his muscular arms around me as his pounding of my hungry hole took a more frantic pace, occasionally slapping my ass while letting out a “fuck yeah” each time dropping more and more of the “fake deep tone” from his voice, before hugged me close against him, and pulled my head back meet his to begin giving me deep (and hungry) kisses as his fucking slowed back down to pulling out slowly and then thrusting all the way back in as hard as he could until the thrust when he shoved as deep as he could, grinding his bush against my stretched hole as if he were trying to climb inside me before as he broke our kiss and let out a loud guttural yell as I felt his dick pulse and fill me with that hot wet familiar feeling I love. I was still flying and couldn't help but continue slowly fuck myself against his as the he stayed there, his sweaty muscular body grinding against mine. Instead of pulling out like I was expecting, he kept it lodged in my hole and began to let out a low moan as I felt a new warm feeling filling me even more before he said “aw yeah dad, take my slampiss”. this time without the fake deep voice... this time in a voice I recognized despite foggy mental state. he sounded just like my oldest boy Jason, I was still so spun I couldn't be sure, and the hot chempiss now filling my hole wasn't helping. All I could think of is how amazing this hung stud felt pressed against me and how I didn't want him to ever pull out of my hole... so of course he did. Before I could say anything to protest he flipped me over onto my back (damn he was strong) lifted my legs and shoved his dick back into my hole in one smooth motion. A lot of the chempiss he had just filled me with squirted out around his cock as he pushed back into my battered ass, getting it over both of us as he slowly began long-dicking me as it pooled around us. I couldn't think of anything other than how good his monster cock felt in me and how I didn't want it to stop. (damn his chempiss was strong) I couldn't control myself as I mumbled out, “please don't stop fucking me” “don't worry slut, I own this ass now and I am not gonna stop fucking you till we both drop” he replied. This time I knew I recognized the voice... he sounded exactly like my son Jason! I had to be sure so I tried to pull back my blindfold...he grabbed my hand to stop me at first, but then slowly pulled off the bandana as he kept fucking this mix of his poz cum and slampig chempiss out of my hole, the sloppy wet slapping the only other sound as my eyes began adjusting to finally see the man who was making my hole feel so good. I couldn't believe it, this had to be a hallucination. But as I looked up, I saw the face of my oldest son, Jason. I hadn't seen him in a long time, but I know my sons face. I knew he had a football player build the last time I seen him years ago, but even with the the sweaty muscular adonis he had become, I recognized my boy. I should have pulled away, I should have freaked out, I knew this was wrong, but my tina addled brain could only focus on how amazing the tree trunk he still had lodged in me felt. We both froze, staring into each others eyes with a mix of fear and lust but clearly neither of us wanting this feeling to stop. I continued breathing heavily and looking up my son as the sweat dripped from his nose. Without even thinking, my ass began to slowly move against him again. The fear faded from his face and he teared up a bit and let out muffled sniffle before saying, “I fucking love you dad” and lunching forward to begin frantically shoving his tongue into my mouth. Any thoughts of “wrong” vanished as I returned his intense kisses. Our tongues battling to try to taste more of the other, the clear lust and longing taking over as his thrusts began picking up again. Within minutes it was clear he was getting close to cumming again as he pulled back and his body tensed. His muscles glistening as he yelled out “FUCK YEAH DAD! I'm knocking up your hot fag pussy with my poz cock” He thrust in deep and held it there again, my wet sloppy ass spasming around his wrist thick cock as he pumped load after load of his venom deep inside me...before I could try to actually think about the implications of what he was saying, he leaned in and began kissing me again. He broke our lip long long enough to look me square in the eyes as he said, “I love you Dad” “I love you too Jason” I said before hugging him against me as tight as I could To Be Continued? (I have ideas)

And for what it's worth: I'm all for trying to find common ground with the opposition, sometimes. SOMEtimes. The Mike Johnsons of the world put on a facade of kindness and gentleness and pretend to love all people, even as they're willing to completely fuck you over. Johnson has specifically called for overturning Lawrence v. Texas (a position shared by Clarence Thomas AND Samuel Alito), which would have the effect of immediately criminalizing gay sex in a number of states that have specifically refused to repeal their unconstitutional sodomy laws. Just as the overturning of Roe v. Wade immediately reinstated a bunch of state abortion bans that had been on the books since the 1970's, overturning Lawrence would prompt a sea change in how gays and lesbians are treated under the law. It's true that just a few years ago, a majority of the Court found that "discrimination on the basis of sex" included anti-gay discrimination, at least in terms of employment. But Justice Ginsburg was in that majority, and she's been replaced by Amy Coney Barrett. That means there's possibly four votes already (Alito, Thomas, Kavanaugh, Barrett) to overturn what gay rights ARE recognized. And while Roberts has gone both ways on some of our cases, there's no doubt he would, if presented with a "fresh" question (as opposed to one where there's precedent to consider), strike down any protection we claimed. More importantly, this crowd is getting good at eating away at the edges of decisions until the original is so full of holes it's meaningless. They've already basically given anyone who claims a religious belief against gays (or premarital sex, or birth control, or whatever) a free pass to do what they please regardless of what state law might require. And they've extended that to "closely held corporations" as though a legally fictitious person (which is what a corporation is) somehow has religious rights. Thus far, for instance, public officials have been excused from accommodating same-sex marriages (whether in issuing licenses or performing ceremonies) because there's always been someone else in the office who could issue the license or perform the ceremony. What happens when some county clerk in Bumfuck, Alabama replaces all the staff with bible-thumping mouth-breathers, all of whom insist it's a violation of their religious freedom to be forced to sign off on a same-sex marriage license? The precedent is already set that individuals can't be forced to comply; what happens when there's no one else who WILL comply?

I think that (in the U.S. at least, saying you're "opposed to parties" is like saying you're "opposed to air". Like it or not, our system was designed to support a party-based system, even in cases where offices are officially "non-partisan". For instance, the Nebraska legislature is elected without any partisan information showing on the ballot. But if you don't think people know which ones are sympathetic to the Republican party line and which ones are in line with the Democrats - their campaign rhetoric alone makes it patently clear - then you're hopelessly naive. And despite constant bleating by political analysts that "independents" or "unaffiliated" voters are fast becoming the largest bloc of voters out there, that only refers to *registration*. The vast majority of those voters still vote steadily for one party or the other, election after election, and despite all these "independent" voters, virtually no one gets elected as a true independent to anything of significance. It's true that for some local level offices, truly independent candidates run for and win those local offices - Hi, Jim! - but above the level of, say, county commissioner or whatever the local equivalent is, they just don't happen. Nor, for the most part, do third-party candidates.

This is one Of a those stories I’d like another chapter of. Thanks or you can!

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They have always believed that - just ask Hester Prynne. Haters gonna hate. The more important question is, how did tens of millions of citizens collectively come to believe that it is OK for them to do so, if they do it -- supposedly -- within the structure of our governmental system?

For the first time in an age today, im working on a different round, as so I was able to get to a sauna for a few hours during my lunchtime. It was pretty quiet (Saturday lunchtime / early afternoon) but there were a few guys cruising. Dark room I sucked a guy, who told me he didn't want to cum yet, but maybe later. (no fun!) In a private room saw this young (early 20's) guy being fucked, so sucked him while he was being pounded, and got to swallow a load. And just before leaving, an elderly Asian guy asked if I wanted some fun. I said definitely, and into the dark room again. He bent me over to enjoy me, muttering about how he didn't have any condom's, to which I said "that's even better." Although he sounded like he was going to collapse from his wheezing, his cock worked wonders and left me a nice thick load deep inside. Afternoon was more enjoyable after that lol

I grew up in a lumber mill town in Oregon with my Mother in a single-wide trailer. I don't know how we survived without my Uncle Joe, who would send money and send me a cell phone which I used to good use watching Gay Porn. It was a 2 hour trip to school, and I did not fit in as the class's shrimp. But I did have one thing that stood out in the male locker room I was well hung with a 10-inch thick dick. By the time I turned 18, I was 5 ft 7 115 LBS. When the mill closed a few weeks after my 18 birthday, my mother moved to Portland with her Lesbain lover, but I should go live with my Uncle Joe and his son Alex in Fort Lauderdale, Flordia. Uncle Joe sent the plane tickets, so it was a bus to Portland, a flight to Seattle, a stopover in Chicago, and then on the Fort Lauderdale. Uncle sent me a picture of what he looked like as Mom would send him a picture of me a few times per year. I have never seen so many people in my life in airports. I see Uncle Joe, and I'm shocked to see my cousin Ales as Alex looks just like me, skinny, but he is two years older and looks like my twin. Both are matching basketball shorts with tee shirts two sizes too small, showing their nipple piercings. After hugging and introducing me to Alex, he asked for my phone. They took out the Sim card then, threw it in the trash, then took my bags and threw them in the garbage. I'm scared as they lead me to their van; they tell me I will have a great time living with them, opening me up to new experiences. They show me a room where I can sleep as they remodel the house. The bed has a rubber sheet covering it, and that night I can hear grunting coming from the next room where Uncle Joe and Alex are sleeping. I had a good night's sleep as Uncle Joe came in and told me I m going to see the Doctor as I should have a complete check-up. I jump into the shower, and Cousin Alex joins me as. I a shock to see him, and he is hung like me. We get to the Doctor's office, and the first thing he gives me is a jar. They tell me to jerk off into the glass jar, then show me a room to do it in. The TV is playing Gay male pon in the room, and it does not take long. I enter and hand the jar to the Doctor, who is very impressed by how much I filled the glass jar. The doctor tells me the strip naked and laughs that it runs in the family having big dicks. He does the regular check-up until I see the needle and strap, wraps the belt high around my arm, and tells me I will feel like I can't breathe, then I will cough, then I will get a warm feeling and a rush. I see the needle go in. He pulls back the plunger. I see the blood. It all disappears into my arm. What he told me to happen I couldn't breathe, and I was coughing my lungs out. The doctor tells me to bend over the table. As I bend over, he spreads my cheeks and tells Uncle Joe to look at my virgin hole; both laugh as the doctor puts some lube on his finger as he works the finger into my virgin hole and hits my prostate. It does not take him long to get used to his finger as my dick is hard like never before. My breathing is getting faster, and I can't hold back anymore as I shoot another load.

{sorry for the delay guys - here's the next chaper} I retreated back upstairs for a rest after the short session bent over the barrel, and even managed to sleep for a bit longer. Once I was awake again I decided to take a shower, and then got myself dried and dressed initially in just a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I went downstairs to see if I could find Peter to get a bit more of a steer on what I should be wearing, but he suggested I just go with whatever was comfortable as they would be stripping me naked anyway. I therefore headed back upstairs, stripped myself naked and then put on a jockstrap. After a bit of deliberation, I opted for what I’d already worn that morning for the coffee run, swapping out the T-shirt for a tight vest and clasping my big chain round my neck. I headed outside for a quick smoke, and then went back downstairs to see what was happening. Peter was by that point loading up his truck with some coolboxes, and without needing to be asked I just got on with giving him a hand to bring them all out from the bar area. On his final trip outside he was carrying a large hamper, and winked at me as he went past. “Party supplies” he said, smirking. I guessed this didn’t mean balloons and streamers. Once everything was loaded up, he gestured for me to get in the passenger side of the cab before he got into the driver’s side, and then we set off. We chatted amiably as he drove us out of town and into the hills, before eventually arriving at a rudimentary car park down a rather overgrown lane. There were a few other cars there, all with guys sitting in them, and as soon as Peter and I got out of the truck they all followed suit. Clearly these were the men who would be using me today, some of whom looked familiar from the night before but others were definitely new. “Gentlemen” said Peter, “I’m glad you could make it.” “You know we love a good picnic” replied one of them, grinning in my direction. “As do I” said Peter. “Anyway, if you’ll all give me a hand, we’ve got several coolers of drinks and snacks and a hamper of goodies.” Everyone set about helping to unload the truck, also getting various things out of their own cars, and then we walked off as a group along a path into the trees. At a certain point, the group veered off the path into the undergrowth, following a route that they seemed to know but which would not have been obvious to anyone else. I supposed that this was the point. Eventually we arrived at a sort of clearing, which didn’t have much sunlight on it, but was free of any plants growing on the forest floor meaning there was plenty of space to spread out. Once everyone was in the clearing it became obvious that it was very well shielded from view, and by the confident marching to this very location that the group had done, you could tell that it was a place they gathered regularly. Everyone got on with unrolling blankets and unfolding a few camping chairs, and then some beers were opened and handed round along with various sandwiches and snacks. I ate a little and drank a couple of beers, chatting to a few of the guys who seemed just as enjoyable to spend time with as the men who had gangbanged me the night before. Eventually the mood changed a bit, and a couple of the guys seemed to be getting things ready for what we had all gone there for. The hamper was opened to reveal bottles of lube, various bits of leather kit, and quite a stash of poppers. I took the hint, and got myself undressed down to my jockstrap, although I put my trainers back on to protect my feet. One of the guys then hauled out some of the leather before approaching me, and I stood there and allowed him to attach a thick collar, wrist cuffs and a chunky harness. I then walked over to the tatty blanket that seemed to be where things were going to happen, and got down on all fours. In no time someone was licking, fingering and occasionally nicking my hole, while I gently sucked on the cock of one of the other men while noting the small scorpion tattoo just above his balls. Shortly after I was being spitroasted, and that is how I spent most of the rest of the afternoon. I was moved onto my back to give my hands and knees a rest every so often, but these guys definitely had a preference for giving it to me doggy style so I was usually on all fours. They weren’t particularly verbal, with only the occasional comment about the nature of the semen being pumped into my rear end, but it was still exhilarating to be getting railed over and over again in what was technically a public outdoor space. I almost wanted some unlucky walkers to happen upon us and see me getting used this way, but to my knowledge that never happened. As the light began to fade, proceedings wrapped up with a final couple of double-fucks of my now very loosened hole, which I enjoyed despite how full having two dicks inside me made me feel. Once the men were truly done with me we all walked back through the undergrowth to the car park, and everyone got in their vehicles and headed off. With a bit of a wipe down of my rear end and the insertion of a large plug, Peter gestured for me to get back in the truck without getting dressed again, the tatty blanket being put on the seat first to protect the fabric. I had assumed he just wanted the thrill of me being near-naked for the drive back to the warehouse, but then he started to take a different route. We were eventually on a motorway for a very brief period, before he pulled off at a service station and then followed the route parked for lorries rather than cars. This took us to a large parking area filled with HGVs, at the end of which was a small toilet block away from the main service station facilities. He parked up next to it, and then gestured for me to get out and go inside while he remained seated in the truck. I did as he wanted, feeling very exposed even in the dim light, given the number of truckers that were around, and I hurried into the toilet block. It stank to high heaven and there was no-one else in there, but that soon changed as a couple of guys came in after me. Where meetings in public toilets will usually be a careful series of hints and signs to check that both parties want the same thing, none of that was needed here. One of the guys instead just pushed me into a cubicle, bent me forward over the toilet, pulled out the plug from my arse, and then slammed his raw cock into me. He fucked me hard and rough for just a few minutes before breeding me, and then the other man took over. Then another, and another, and another, and so on. I was called a whore and a slut by several of them, but only one of them indicated he was spewing anything toxic into me. Maybe by this point Peter had just decided to get me fucked, and perhaps see if the questionable contents of my rear end might take down a couple of these truckers too. I was in the toilets for a very long time, to the point that I was starting to wonder if Peter had just left me there, but eventually he came in and managed to wind things down so that I could leave. This time he had brought my clothes, which I did my best to put on without them touching the filthy floor tiles, and then we went back outside and got in the truck. “Well, that was quite a day for you then” he said once we were back on the motorway. “Uh-huh” I replied. “Not one I’m going to forget in a hurry.” “Hopefully ever” he said. “But just to make sure, when we get back I’m going to brush out your insides and then spent the night buried in there.” I had been fucked to kingdom come, but I still got hard at what he was saying. “Yes please” I croaked out. “Good lad” he said. “And tomorrow we’ve got a few of the regulars coming back to have a final go with you before lunch. Then you’ll be on your way.” Then I’ll be on my way. A choice of words I liked: I would be both leaving for home, and also hopefully heading into a new life as a pozzed-up pig. True to his word, once we were back at the warehouse and had got into the bedroom I was using, Peter really gave my insides quite a gruelling brush and happily showed me just how red the bristles were. He also indeed stayed buried in me all night, only pulling out when he had to piss or just wanted to stick the brush in there some more. The next morning, as promised, I was taken back downstairs and some of the men from Friday night pumped a few more loads into me as I lay in the sling and happily accepted all of their toxic goodness. Eventually it was just Peter left, and he fucked one more load into me in the sling before helping me up so I could back upstairs to shower and change for the drive home. “Thank you so much” I said to him as I got back downstairs a while later, my bags packed and ready for the road. “This has just been awesome.” “No thanks needed” he said. “Hopefully you got what you came for, but if not then you know where to find me. Indeed, even if we have succeeded, you’re always welcome to visit if you’re back up this way.” “Thank you” I said, knowing that I would now have to find a way to take a detour here whenever I was doing my fatherly duty at the start or end of term time. “Let us know how it goes” he said. “Want to see if we can officially add another one to our tally.” “I will do” I replied. “You got any more chasers lined up?” “Just one” he said. “Nice piece of young meat who’s just started at Nottingham uni. Been messaging me for a while from London, and still seems keen.” “Oh really” I said, smirking. “Yeah” he said. “Got a gay dad too apparently.” Oh. Oh. Oh. My. God… [to be continued]

EPILOGUE: It was only two days later that Parker sent me the first of many bootie call texts. That kicked off a summer of me having to report to all sorts of locations, including the park, a truck stop out of town, some public toilets, and even the football field at school, all to bend myself over to get fucked and bred. Usually it was just Parker, occasionally there would be someone else there, and a couple of times it was at a motel where we would both service some paying client (not that I got any of the proceeds). I came down with the fuck flu fairly quickly after the night on the farm, and once that was over I got myself tested at a clinic in the city (having held off my mother's attempts to summon a doctor while I was enduring the worst of it). Fortunately I had not picked up anything other than the virus I had actively sought, and after going on meds for my viral count started to go down. I was now what I had wanted to be, and despite how that night on the farm had gone, everything had ultimately worked out. However, the same could not be said for everyone. One night I got a message from Parker asking if he could come over, which was sufficiently strange that I did not hesitate to respond quickly to say it was fine. He appeared just a few minutes later, and after meeting him at the door and briefly introducing him as 'a teammate' to my parents, I took him upstairs to my room wondering what he was there for. It was only when he took off his varsity jacket that I saw the bruises on his arms, and when he noticed that I had seen them, he just looked me in the eyes as he slowly pulled off his T-shirt. His torso was even more bruised and had some fairly significant cuts as well, and then when he turned round I could see welts all over his back. "Fucking hell" I said. "What happened?" "Those guys" he whispered, turning back to face me with tears in his eyes. "My uncles asked me to come over to help with some jobs on the farm, but then after I got there they told me they were tired of me, that I was a worthless slut, and then they tied me up and left me with those guys." "Fuck" I said, now whispering too. "What did they do?" "What they did to you, and a bit more" he replied. "I don't really want to talk about it." "Oh Parker" I said, surprised by the pity that I was feeling for him. "They took photos" he said, before a long pause. "They... they anonymously dropped them off in my dad's mailbox, along with a copy of my HIV test results." I just stood looking at him, dumbfounded and appalled by how broken he looked as he tried to tell me what had happened. "He didn't even speak to me" he continued. "I got home earlier, and he just walked up to me and punched me in the gut, then threw me out the front door with the packet of photos. I... I didn't know where else to go." Despite the things he had done to me, and his pimping out of my body over the previous weeks, I could not help but reach out and put my hand on his shoulder to try to comfort him. This prompted him to lean into me, bury his head against my neck, and let go. He cried openly, loudly, and the noise drew my mother's attention from downstairs. She appeared at the door with a concerned look on her face, which turned to horror as she must have seen Parker's welted back. I just mouthed "it's OK" to her when she finally looked up to make eye contact with me, and she nodded and hesitantly went away. However, I knew she would actually be hovering at the top of the stairs out of view. Parker eventually calmed down, and pulled away from me. I grabbed a box of tissues from beside my bed and handed them to him, and he got himself cleaned up a bit. I let him get himself back on an even keel before speaking. "Parker, I think we need to go and speak to my parents" I said, causing him to go wide-eyed at me in alarm. "My mum just came to the door and must have seen your back. We need to tell them what your uncles and father did to you." I gave him a look as I mentioned his uncles and father, and was relieved when he seemed to get what I was doing. My mother was bound to still be in earshot, and there was no way the truth of his ordeal could be told to anyone else. The rest of the evening passed with us, mostly me, telling my parents a slightly made-up story about the physical abuse Parker had endured from the older men in his family, resulting in them offering to allow him to stay for a while so he could get himself together. The camping bed was put up in my room so he could sleep there, but all we ever did was make it look like it had been used. Parker instead slept in my bed, initially because he needed comforting but of course sex was soon part of the equation again. We kept it as quiet as we could, and while I was usually the one getting fucked, Parker became the first guy that I topped. For the remaining weeks of the summer we were basically in a very quiet, not entirely functional, relationship with each other. The pimping out was no longer part of our dynamic, and his alpha male side only came on display when he was in public and trying to maintain an image. At his lowest point he'd let me see his vulnerable side, and it seemed like that was actually a relief to him and he didn't want go go back. I guess we weren't as quiet as we thought though, as one day shortly before I went to college we were lying in bed together naked when my dad suddenly walked in looking for a working cellphone charger. He did not bat an eyelid at the sight of the two of us cuddled up in the bed together, and only inquired if we were ever going to get up for breakfast as he walked out. After getting over the shock we did indeed get dressed and go down for breakfast, both nervous as hell while my parents just carried on as normal. When we went back upstairs, the camping bed was gone, something my father must have done after he had 'gone to the bathroom' earlier. Given how unfazed my parents were, for the final few days before I left, Parker and I were openly affectionate with each other around the house, and my parents were not ruffled or even curious at all. Of course, had they known what we had both been up to or what we were both carrying in our bloodstreams, that might have got more of a reaction. They let Parker stay for a bit longer after I went to college, but he was eventually encouraged to start sorting out his life and in due course moved away to the city to start working in construction. We kept in touch, but whatever it was that we had found between us during the late summer sort of fizzled out. I wasn't cut up about it, just happy that I had been there for him at a low time in his life, and I guess also thankful that his presence had engineered my coming out to my parents without a lot of drama. Being free and single I soon re-found my love of being a pig, and spent my time at college offering my hole to every hunky guy who wanted it. I had no shortage of takers amongst my fellow students, and also got some attention from some of the faculty. I supported myself by working nights at a gay bar near the campus, which gave me the added benefit of access to a basement dark room where I could take anonymous loads during breaks and after my shifts, happily accepting plenty of recharge gifts and also sometimes playing the innocent to let guys think they were pozzing a neg stud. Eventually some time online resulted in me meeting Sam, a stud on the lacrosse team who had become interested in chasing but was also a top. For him, I went off meds and then became his regular fuckbud, a relationship that gradually morphed into more. It took a long time, but he finally came down with flu one day and tested poz a short while later. I went back on meds, he started taking them for the first time, and it only seemed to be once that milestone had been reached that we realised that we had fallen in love with one another. It's now ten years later, and we're still together. We agreed that we were both sufficiently slutty that a completely monogamous relationship would not suit us, but we mostly play together except for when one of us is away on business or visiting family. Funnily enough, Sam has started to bottom occasionally, despite not wanting to when he was trying to get pozzed, so we sometimes either switch it up or get some guys over to use us both side by side. I love my life, and I have never regretted doing what I did that night on the farm. I just knew I was meant to be poz, and through being infected, I eventually found the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. I've never told friends or family about my status, but they may have cottoned on thanks to the scorpion tattoo I decided to get across my back. Sam and I have helped a few more guys find what they were looking for, occasionally coming off meds to then work together to infect a chaser or two, but we have otherwise done our best to stay healthy while keeping up an ambitious gym regime. I'm also glad that I, along with my awesome parents, got to help Parker find his way out of a situation that could probably have got a lot worse if he had stayed around our town. We do still keep in touch a bit, and he's now living in Los Angeles. He runs a small construction business, and is living with a twinky guy who seems to make him happy. Indeed, my mum met them both when she'd gone on a business trip to LA, something that really surprised me when she told me as I hadn't realised that Parker had stayed more in touch with my parents than he actually had with me. He and I only once talked about what had happened to him on the farm, when he told me that his uncles had been arrested and were both in jail. He was a bit sketchy on the details, but it seemed like they had been caught doing bad things at a truck stop, and then some drugs had been found by the police. "I hope they get what's coming to them" Parker had said, which I think meant more than just an appropriate sentence from a judge. However, I never did hear any more about them. So, there we have it. One summer day I graduated from school, and also graduated into manhood. Corruption of a quarterback, pozzing of a prom king, or however you want to look at it: this was my story. Tell me yours... [THE END]

The time for “looking to the future” is basically up. It’s not as though there hasn’t been any warning - scientists have been ringing the warning bell about overheating the planet for years, until they’ve just about jerked the chain off the bell, but politicians in the service of greed (and largely on the right) have staunchly opposed any sensible change that would have prevented our turning the planet - the only one available to us - into an oven. Or a washing-machine, if you think in terms of the hurricanes. So all those crotchety red-as-apples don’t-tell-me-what-to-do retirees relocating to Florida have already voted for a near-term future that it’s too late to prevent: Hurricanes in increasing number and severity, and inevitable sea-level rise. They’ll be sitting in paradise waiting to be flooded out or blown out to sea. And when Mother Nature has a shit-fit on them because she’s having hot flashes, and their houses are no longer fit to live in (or standing), what are they going to expect? They’re going to expect the government to bail them out. With tax dollars. And the instant any politician suggests that they pay a nickel more in taxes, they’ll lose their minds in outrage and vote him out of office.

And I will add this: I have issues with both parties, too. But my issues with the Democrats are minor, and in any event, the two parties are NOT THE SAME. Not even remotely, and any idiot who says they are probably shouldn't be allowed to wander the streets unsupervised. Yes, both parties are dependent on big money. That's a function of a country with 330 million people, of whom 160 million, give or take 5 million, are registered voters. We have hundreds of media markets in which candidates must campaign. Like it or not, modern campaigning costs money. Those voters are also spread across four major time zones (plus smaller numbers in Alaskan and Hawaiian time zones), which further complicates outreach. And at least in terms of presidential elections, every state has its own rules for qualifying a slate of electors to be on the general election ballot. And that's just for the direct campaign expenditures; the real money is in third-party PAC spending, because generally speaking it's easier to hide who's giving, and there are fewer if any limits on donations from a single entity. Still, it's worth noting that the 2020 elections - including the presidential/vice-presidential race, all 435 members of Congress, 35 Senate seats, 9 governor's races, and hundreds (if not thousands) of state legislative seats - cost roughly $14.4 billion dollars. Americans spend twice that, in a four-year period, just on potato chips. In any event, though: compare the party platforms. Again, if you think the two parties support the same things, you're just not paying any attention AT ALL.

I love this, and am in strong agreement here. The parties, and the people in power (the plutocracy to an equal or greater extent than the public officials), manipulate the feelings of the people, fomenting hatred. Only the rich win. This level of cynicism is a bit new for me, but in the last five or ten years I've come to feel that it's sadly appropriate and more accurate than I wish it were. One thing that I try to do personally, and that I see as a thing that may indeed help, is to act personally, as I can, to reach across those divisions and find our common ground. Most of the people who vote Republican don't actually wish ill on their fellow people. The echo chamber and the internet can easily make it seem otherwise. Things that seem to work for me: Listen hard, a lot. Try to see the good in people. Share with my Republican relatives - like my barely-older uncle (my mother's kid brother), who is a staunch NRA member. He and I are good friends. Participate in activities that cross political boundaries - a couple that have worked for me are square dancing and choral singing.

Fucking HOT! I love a dude with wired nipples. I can be very creative when working a guys nips.

I always enjoy hooking up with people in fancy dress/ costumes/ cosplay etc and apart from comic/horror conventions after hours, Halloween always brings some interesting opportunities. I went to a Halloween house party Friday night wearing a blood soaked biker outfit with strategically torn jeans over a jock strap and T-shirt with leather jacket, gloves and cap basically a leather daddy outfit with fake blood. I had 2 noteworthy experiences this week. The first was a big bulky guy dressed as a judge bit with a black corset, lace thong, fishnet stockings with suspenders and stiletto boots. He took me into the garage and pulled up his robes and bent over the bonnet of a VW beetle I started from his boots and kissed my way up to his as I pulled his panties down, he spread his cheeks wide, and I dove in headfirst and started eating his ass while I stroked his hard cock. I don't know how long I was down there but before long he told me to fuck him. I dropped my jeans pulled out my throbbing cock and slid into his tight spit lubed hole untill my balls slapped into his. He gave me a hit off his poppers and I went into overdrive. I started slapping his ass and sliding out of his hole then back in all the way till his ass slapped my stomach before I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out. I was filling his ass with one of the biggest loads I've ever dropped felt like about a dozen shots. When I pulled out of him my cum was running out of his hole like a river after a heavy rain. I've always been a submissive bottom but he looked so fucking hot I could've gone for round 2 30 seconds later. Later in the evening/the next morning I met an older guy dressed and the pope and couldn't resist it. We went into the bathroom and i kneeled down pulled out his thick veiny cock and took him in my mouth as I felt him get even harder and then his heart beating through his swollen head buried in my throat. He grabbed onto my head and started to thrust his full length into my throat then pulling all but the tip out. I had drool dripping from my lips, and tears rolling down my cheeks as I gagged on his big hard cock. He fucked my face then he told me to open wide as he jerked his cock and came a BIG super thick load that sprayed onto my face and into my waiting mouth. Which I hungrily gulped down before showing my empty mouth. Before he left he scooped up some cum on his finger, made a cross on my forehead, said bless you my child them he was gone. Another party on the 31st. Will report any interesting hook ups

My experience is that you can get it at 6am in the morning as well. I think there are always guys about....but busier after dark😈

Its definitely hard to explain to those that haven't experienced it but it is absolutely addictive. I've taken toys and hands but the eye (and hole) opener for me was a guy who had me in a sling in his play room for a couple of hours. He just kept me there revelling in the sensation and had me feeling like I was cumming for most of the time. A good fisting Top is everything. He also loved being fisted too and showed me how to enjoy being on that side of things, I'm no Top certainly but there is a pleasure all of its own to making someone squirm with your hand inside them!

As an Asian, I am more attracted to White guys. I personally don't see the problem with this and I like who I like.

I've got to be in the mood to blow a guy, but when I am in that mood I'll be sucking a friend usually, and I'm going to do the job properly. I've got a dick, I know a proper blowjob from a crap half arsed one and I'm not going to be that guy who doesn't do it properly and complains or gives up after a bit. You've got to suck his nuts, lick the shaft, don't rush him. Blow him like it's your dick being sucked, then you know you're doing it properly. I don't rush at it. I like feeling him in my mouth and how he responds. Every guy is different. Some stay still, others buck around. Some grunt, others stay pretty quiet. Love a guy who gets his hands in my hair and pulls me onto his dick. And completing a proper blowjob means he cums in my mouth. I know that nothing feels as good as finishing in a guys mouth, so when I'm blowing that's how we're going to finish it.

i think it's a fundamentalist mindset. It's not based on understanding, or even belief. It's an emotional disposition that convinces the person they know 'God' and their biases and notions are therefore authorized and untouchable. It's sleight of hand they practice with one another in their gathering places. Have you been to one of those mega churches? It's downright creepy. They call it 'worship,' but they drum this hypnotic, manipulative music filled with their ideas to start. A 'leader' upfront tells you when to sit or stand. After you are tranced, they send containers around to collect money, then some guy stands up front and purports to speak for God for an hour or so. Any human responsibility is repressed and shoved into a tight corner, often utterly destroyed, and replaced by their construct which they call "God."

I agree although it does need to be the right man in the right suit Sometimes it is the fantasy of taking a handsome clean cut man in a suit down a few pegs by making him your cum covered bitch ?and yes - a tie can make a nice leash ….. or use it for bondage (tieing hands behind the back- or wrists tied together behind the neck) and of course a good silk tie is not cheap either- feels sexy against the naked skin - and so easily ruined by sweat, cum, and/or piss - marking him as yours or the flip side is being used as a bitch by a big strong dominant man in a perfectly tailored suit…. The right man in the right suit can be just as dominating as a guy in full leather also just meeting a guy who looks so clean cut out in a nice public straight bar, or the symphony- Knowing you are going home- stripping down and having the nastiest sleaziest bb sex - I love that contrast

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

i've had sex with with Carlos Morales at the height of his porn days. He was more of a bottom & loved to bareback. Antonio Biaggi had a jar of elbow grease as he came up behind me at the baths. His amazing uncut cock was pressed up against my hole as he said hello. Moments later his uncut cock was sliding inside me as he asked if he could shoot a load in my hole. was an amazing fuck..

I was 12. It hurt a little, but it was easier than I thought before.

part 3 The feeling of the air from my fan along my gaping hole was so fucking hot, it emphasized the hot cum that never seemed to stop dripping out of me. Id been on my knees for about 5 minutes, getting out of this position for even a second before the next man arrived would feel like a betrayal. I was a faggot, and I was doing what I was told. It was already late, but I could see that there were 4 more men on the way to my place. Pics of the night had been sent to dozens of guys, though thankfully he hadnt sent my address out to them all. I wanted to look through everything hed said, but the knock at the door meant I had other obligations. When I opened the door the shorter old hispanic man let out a curse in spanish. When he walked in he told me I was a bigger slut than he thought, and crudely grabbed my ass to put a finger in my soaking wet fuckhole. I hadnt even closed the door before the next arrival was there, a very tall guy in his late 40s. he was white but tanned brutally, probably a roofer or someone who worked outside. he snickered seeing that the man in front of him was already 2 knuckles deep inside of me in the doorway. Once we got inside the tall guy started to strip, while the man behind me worked 4 fingers into me, calling me all kinds of names in spanish I didnt understand. I dropped to the floor and the hispanic man dropped his pants, revealing that the smallest guy of the night was packing the biggest cock. It was comically huge, I have taken alot of big cock, but I actually let out a nervous laugh when I saw it. He wasnt here to joke though, he got behind me, lined up his cock head so that the meat started slipping into my soft opening, and then pushed his whole length into me with one long stroke. I open mouth screamed as it tore its way into me, pushing aside anything in its path. I felt his hips hit my cheeks, then he immediately pulled it almost all the way out. SLAM SLAM SLAM he fucked this donkey cock into me like a sledgehammer. I came all over the carpet in a pathetic spash as my tiny faggot cock spasmed wildly. I felt him slow his pace, only to realize it was to allow the tall guy to get in front of me and feed me cock. He had a pleasant 7inches or so, slim and steel hard like a rod. he slipped it right into my throat, and the fucking resumed in earnest. I was being fucked so hard that the man in front of me didnt need to move, the cock behind me pushed me mercilessly forward, driving his entire cock deep into my throat with each push. It felt like this went on for hours, though later i learned it was only about 30 mins. As I was viciously impaled over and over from both ends I came twice more, and the man in front of me started to fuck back at me. Everytime his rythym was off his crotch would slam into my face hard, and he would call me a stupid bitch, or a dumb fuck. It was hot. I felt the cock leave my ass and moaned into the hard cock in my mouth, he was getting up to answer the door. With the ass in my mouth gone the tall guy apparently felt he had to make up for it, and grabbed the back of my head to brutally fuck my face. His crotch hammered into me as I swallowed him to the root with every thrust. It hurt, it was humiliating, and I couldnt breathe, only struggle to stay conscious. So fucking hot. He buried the entire length and leaned back, pinning my head in place with his legs. I felt his cock pulse its hot cum directly into my full throat. I gagged and fought but there was no escape. When he let me go I coughed and heaved and coughed a fat glob of cum onto the floor. I didnt even think I just scooped as much as I could up and put it back in my mouth. Looking up I could see 4 men in the room now, and they were all starting at me in shock. The two newcomers had come together, both black men in their 20s. Tall guy got dressed and left, as the hispanic man came and put his fat cock back in me where it belonged. The fuck was slow this time, making it easy for me to alternate between the two average black cocks in front of me. We spent 20 minutes like this, his big cock stuffing my guts in and out, and my mouth slurping and licking away at 2 black men in front of me. All good things come to an end though, and soon the pace behind me quickened back into the pounding it had started with as he erupted deeper in my guts than anyone had in at least a year or more. I felt the pulses along his length, and the warmth spread inside me in the hottest way. As he left one of the black men slid into me, and found the most loose and wet hole imaginable. "Holy shit" he kept saying, as he drowned his cock in the juices of all the evenings misbehavior. He shot fast, giving his friend my hole. Barely 3 strokes in and the last load of the night was deposited inside. As they left I was overcome with a slutty idea, and grabbed a plastic bowl from the kitchen. For the next 30 minute I squated over the bowl, everytime I felt all the cum was out of me, I felt another rivulet begin dripping into the bowl. Despite all that had come out during the fucking, there was quite alot of cum in the bowl. I grasped it with both hands, brought it to my lips, and poured the entire fucking thing into my faggot mouth and swallowed it. Only then did I allow myself a shower and sleep.

Update-- BioHazard party was good but not as crowded as I remember from previous years. Anyway, i had one good loading but this party or Berlin skews towards the skinny guys and there is alot of walking around by these guys-better action in a back alley. The night was cut short because i lost my drink card- so they give you a cash card to track your drinks and then you pay on the way out. So, they don' tell you-if you lose the card its 50 EURO- yes-they were nice about it but lucky i just had that on me so i could settle. Costly lesson, i did look around but the card is black and it was dark and it could have slipped out of my socks at any time- just a bummer. Tiergarten - this is the Berlin version of Hampton's Heath but so much more accessible because the action is correctly mentioned centered around the table tennis area near the pubic toilets off Altonaer Strable Boulevard. i recommend scouting how to get there in daytime -- Get off on U. Bahn station - Hansaplatz -- its about 8 min walk -straight up the Boulevard -go towards the huge CIRCLE Statue -the roundabout-- and trust me you'll see the first path -turn right its about 100 feet- its not the mile long walk in Hamptons Heath to get to the "tree" area- its so ridiculous near but trust it gets crowded- the bottoms just bend over on the table tennis tables- -- but be careful- there were a couple of "non" German hustlers asking for money to fuck you. That i have not scene in any pubic setting other than in Paris at the Garden of Tullieries but there they just rob you-the curse of the Arab/ Mediterranean man -LOL So be careful--and if you ask me never trust guys in backpacks at night !!!! if you speak German such a plus but it was fun- i can imagine during the warm months that part must be crazy. Unfortunately i only ever go during Fall cold months. I think i'm done now with Berlin- i have to discover something new or return to old places i haven't been in a very long time e.g. Amsterdam. Its tougher to older "daddy" now- the beauty of youth and energy to get you through these places....

I'm here in Berlin-- have my tickets will be going later tonight--its been raining since i got here Thursday so the Pre Hustaball party was a bust -so much rain and so cold the boys stayed home. I strolled in rain to BULL and thank god i did- i got naked bent over in the back corner just behind the slings-- it was okay crowded but there was some big mixed fella getting head -well as soon as i bent over he went right in-- i saw stars-- i haven't been fucked in months and so out of practice- it too min-why is it the first dick gotta be so thick and long-- first class problems? -- took a huff of poppers and held him while i adjusted and then after the starts went away -he got in a rhythm and pummeled - i was a sloppy cunt and two loads. he seemed so relieved and i was so happy- had some of my Becks and just hanged another bottom starting sucking my big dick -i haven't had a mouth on it in a long long time -and then felt hole and well bent me over and started to go to town eating the fresh loads,, then he couldn't handle and got up stuck his cock in and exploded. -- later the big fella came back from bar drinks and found me in corner again and laid into me one more time- 3rd loads and then one other bloke while i was bent over round table. I got harrassed by a hot arab but he was high and spastic - so was very awkward he wanted to get off but it was like fighting a rubber band. I knew it was time to go...... Anyway, i stayed in friday- so much rain - and skipped LAB-- better to rest which i'm glad i did so tonight - heading to Tiergarten for first time tonight and see if i can get preloaded before BioHazard--- wish me luck!

Absolutely! Go crazy with it man

I don't want to be pozzed, but I do need to keep taking it bare.

As someone who was raised by a total [banned word] single dad, I can confirm that it's the hottest and best thing in the world

Last September I visited a CumUnionparty in Amsterdam. I didn't really had a plan and just walked around and waited in the cellararea, which is provided with a big fuckbed you can walk around and with a sling, all dimly lit. I took position next to the sling in which a guy was being fucked. I overheard the fucker say "can I come in your ass", which was granted by the bottom and I heard a loud growl just a short period after that when he shot his load deep in his ass. The top left, leaving the bottom with a fresh load, lying in the sling. I didn't wait a second before I took my already growing dick from my pants and started taking position to give him a second fuck. I touched his ass, it was so sticky so I kneeled down and felched the cum straight from his ass. The bottom reacted and gave my a sign he wanted to have his share of it and I gave it back to him snowballing. At the same take I started fucking his cummy ass. He got so aroused by the whole scene he started jerking off his cock while I was fucking him. I noticed that he was about to come so I pulled out and moved my head downwards just in time to have him ejaculate in my mouth. So that was my second load. Some time after that I spotted a guy which i recognised from a bare-profile somewhere on the net, stating being poz and looking for loads, poz loads no problem. It just turned me on he was so specific about that in his profile and for me that with this slut I had the opportunity to fuck a guaranteed poz-ass. I took position near him and the slut was immediately grabbing for my dick and directing it towards his ass. I felt great entering that hole, it was so slippery I could not tell for sure it was lube or some previous loads. I wispered I was about to give him my pozload, he said "please do, I want pozcum" and so I seeded his ass pumping it deep inside. I felt so fucking happy I experienced all this cumsex that afternoon. Will go back next time for sure, again for both giving and taking it.

As I did what Jack asked me to dump loads into two under 25 maybe he won’t mind if I have some fun. As so as I say sure he picks me up like a rag doll Puts me over his shoulder then takes me to the back room. In the back room there are other older Daddies as the one who pics me up. Look at what I found one of these twinks who did not run away let's tune him up. They tell me to get into the sex sling as others put leather cuffs on my wrist & ankles. I see more in the room, and now I'm scared, and they see this I also see many of them have the same Bio Hazard & Scorpion tattoos as Jack has. They are also hung one comes over grabs my arm put a strap around I say I don't do drugs they laugh as the needle goes in they push the plunger and this is a heavy slam and WOW it feels good as a dick is put my mouth and someone is fingering my hole Daddy: We are going to fuck this faggot until he is bleeding so don't give him a break. I see them lined up stroking their dicks as it seems they are not a fan of a fem twink like me as they are just want to treat me like fuck meat. A few of them put their hands around my neck a choke me. They think they are treating me rough and mean but in fact, I'm enjoying being a cumdump as they are slamming me and booty bumps. I thought they were 5 in the room but more keep coming in as the more loads I get the better it feels as the squishy noise lets me know what a pig I've become. and being treated like this is a dream. Over there is this guy chained to the wall on his hands & knee. They come over to him and make him drink their piss. I hear a familiar voice I think it is Jack and it is as he asks me did do what he asked me if I knock up two of the under-25 group. Yes Jack I did. Jack said to the group. Jack: just to let you know this is my boy and is already POZ and while you fuckers are fucking each other my boy is out there Pozzing negative twinks and they will poz others. Jack looks into my face and asks if I'm having a good time YES I AM. So he starts to fuck me hard and blast his load in my hole. Then Jack goes over to the pig that is chained against the wall and drags him over to clean my hole out. I feel his tongue slurping. Out of all the cum that has been deposited in me.

As I bend over the table, Jack spreads my ass cheeks, and I feel his tongue rimming my hole. I've never had this done before, as the feeling is so wonderful. As Jack strokes my dick, a great awakening is happening as Jack gets up and kisses the back of my neck, then whispers we have to get you ready. Jack hands me a bottle of Magnesium Citrate and tells me to drink it fast this is the most disgusting thing I have ever tasted then Jack gives me 64 oz. Of water to drink. I feel bloated Jack tells me to lie down and rest I feel my stomach growling as Jack disappears and I lay on the couch. Suddenly I have to go to the toilet, and I make it as my insides are emptying as Jack stands there laughing. Jack: boy over the next few weeks your life will change forever or you can leave now. Jack shows me how to douche my hole out as a clean hole makes Tops happy, so nothing gets in the way he says. I wonder what he is talking about. Then he hands me a razor and to takes off what little hair I have on my body Boy, let's go downstairs and have some real fun. The basement is set up as a film studio and sex dungeon Jack shows me a video of what is going to happen to me and what will happen to me if I don't follow his orders as he will keep me safe. The lust on their face begging Jack to fuck them more and this might be me? Jack showed me how to use poppers and then told me I could scream all I wanted as the first few times it would be painful being a virgin Get on your hands & knees and spread your legs. Jacks put cuffs on my ankles with a chain to bed corners. I can't escape now as I see Jack putting a P. A. into the head of his dick Jack opens a drawer and puts some powder on the head of his dick and says this is going to burn but you will soon be begging for it. Jack's tongue is back licking my hole which is a wonderful feeling he stops I feel jacks dick head on my ass hole and asks this is your last chance to leave. What other choices do I have? His dick starts to push in and I feel the pressure I ask Jack to slow down he slaps my ass cheek and to shut up as he keeps pushing in I'm screaming begging Jack to stop but he pushes all the way in with all his body weight on top of me and stops and tell me to try to squeeze his dick it feels better then I'm getting this rush from the drug he put on his dick. Jack whispers in my ear I just change your life as I'm making you pregnant with the loads I'm about to give you. The more he fuck me the better feel. I can feel the heat from Jack as his sweat is dripping on me as he pulls out and I see the dark blood on Jack's dick and he tells me to clean it with my mouth

Had a guy that fucked me in the woods couple weeks ago. Would only fuck with condom even after i said Im cool with BB. Dude kinda had wasted look, so i let him. Waited till he left and picked it up after. Dumped the load from it in my ass and had another guy fuck me BB right after. Only way I'm getting fucked with a condom.

Chapter 61: Yummy Deserts We headed back to our rooms, and dad told mom he wanted some time alone to talk with me. She asked him what about. Dad told her he wanted me to know how much the two of us had bonded, and asked her what she thought about telling me that he wanted to have his own child with her. She said this was to be a relaxing weekend and didn't think it was a good time to drop that on me, but said woukd be fine for us to talk about how the two of us had bonded so quickly. Dad and I got into my room, and he immediately embraced me, kissing me deeply. He told me how proud he was of me, and was blown away by what had happened to me today. Dad told me this was almost as good as the suprise he had for me tomorrow when mom had planned to spend the day with her sister who lived in town. I said i could only imagine. Dad said he couldn't have set it up any better! He asked me for all of the details, and we both got extremely hard. He suggested we get naked on the bed, to discuss. As I started to give dad the details, we started stroking each other's cocks. My dad stopped jacking me before I came, saying save it for later. When he was about to cum, he said to start sucking his cock, as although he fucked mom earlier, she still didn't suck his cock, and after he seeded her, she wouldn't let him eat her pussy, saying cum is gross. As dad got dressed, the phone rang. It was the waiter. He asked if i was still interested in a late night desert. I said absolutely and in the background my dad said he and his wife were also interested in desert, but not like he and his son would have. The waiter asked me to put dad on the phone. He started by saying it was cool that I supported my positive son. There was a pause from the waiter after dad said who do you think pozzed him? The waiter said but you're married. Dad just said his wife could possibly be his next conversion. The waiter said hot, just as his brother converted him. Now it was time for some silence from my dad who was in shock. Dad told him to bring some sort of romantic desert to them at 9 when his brother was off, and then something hot and erotic to his sons room. The waiter said technically he wasn't off until 10, but he'd clock out early to be sure we were all happy.

Chapter 57: Soke and Poke Near the end of my flu, mom suggested that the three of us take the weekend off to just spend some time to relax after the hell we went through being sick. That weekend was dads birthday, and she told us she had booked two adjoining suites at a very nice hotel for the three of us. Although dad and I weren't thrilled by the idea, how could we say no. Dad was more excited as he would pump his poz seed into mom's pussy, perhaps creating his own son with her. He was willing to take the risk, knowing that if she ever figured out he pozzed her, and she left him, he would always have me to love. We packed up the car, and headed to the hotel. What a nice change of pace than the no tell motel. Mom had got the honeymoon suite for her and dad, and my suite was next to them. When we arrived, we all went to their suite, where there were happy birthday balloons and a bottle of champagne. It was hard watching dad kiss mom as passionately as he kisses me, but I understood. We toured the suite, and it was incredible! In the bathroom there was an incredibly large whirlpool tub. I couldn't help but notice that dad was getting excited. Was it because of mom, or thinking how much he'd like to have me in the tub? As we walked out, mom handed me an envelope with a day pass for the spa. It included an entire day in the spa, including a massage. She suggested I use it now to soak and relax in its hot tub, and then get my massage. Of course she had plans for dad and their tub! I thought It was a great idea, as I wouldn't have to hear them fucking, and perhaps I'd have a happy ending at the spa!

Chapter 56: Flu Season There was something magical knowing that both dad and I were off meds, and my conversion would happen soon. Come to think of it, it was my second conversion. My first was when I was just an experimenting boy into a full out gay sex pig. Our love making became more romantic than it had ever been. Even though we made love at least once daily, it seemed as though his loads were thicker and bigger and powerful shooting deep inside me. I could start to slowly feel the virus attacking my body, and knew it would eventually win! The fuck flu hit me hard, but my dad was there to help me through it. Although I felt like hell, dad kept pumping loads into me daily which helped me get through it. We never had sex while mom was home, yet we found time to I caress and kiss each other every chance we had. I was so happy knowing that my dad had made me the same man that he was. Neither of us could believe how things progressed so quickly. From just "exploring " to pig sex, and now pozzed! And not just pozzed, but by my step dad! I know many step relations don't always go well, and not sure how many turn sexual like mine did. I asked dad his thoughts, and he said the same. He said that he really wanted our relationship to work out, even without the sex, but the sex was a driver. He said he still missed his real son, and the sex that they had, but not to consider myself a replacement. He said that he hoped the three of us could still have fun, as we've enjoyed each other in the past. Dad added that being converted was a powerful feeling, and that he hoped I would convert someone willing also. He said that his real son has been trying to provide him with a "grandchild" but it's harder than one might think. He said he read somewhere that only like 1 in 70 convert, so that's lots of ass to breed. I made a commitment to my dad to try my best once I was toxic.

Chapter 55: Making a POZative Start My dad's plan to get home early worked perfectly. We were able to make love once, sometimes twice daily. We made it a point to make love in every room of the house. My favorite was in the kitchen though. My dad would bend me over the island often. My favorite though was when i would sit on the counter near the sink as my dad sucked my cock. He would then pick me up from the counter and place my hands near the sink, and my feet on the island, and i simply rode his cock. In this position, dad would kiss me and squeeze my ass cheeks as I bounced on his cock. At times he would simply pick me up with my arms around the back of his neck, and ride his cock. If mom ever knew! The bedroom was our usual place to make love though. My dad was smart and bought a rubber sheet to make love on so we wouldn't constantly have to wash the sweaty sheets often. We started making love in my bed, but then I suggested we make love in my parents bed. My dad was always careful to put his marriage picture on the nightstand face down. One day after a double session, mom came home just after dad dropped his second load in me. He hastily grabbed the rubber sheet from the bed as I straightened the cover below, neglecting to put the picture back up. Dad told me his wife asked him about that. He brushed it off saying you know how the cat likes knocking things over, or off a table, and mom bought that while laughing and agreeing. Our times together were amazing even though I knew conversion wasn't likely for a few weeks, yet one never knows. Making love was more passionate than ever, although on occasion I asked my dad to fuck me roughly, and he obliged. After about three weeks, I began to feel a bit sick. It was earlier than expected, but there was a bug going around, and could have just been that. My dad suggested we see if it got worse before testing. He also acted sick to help make mom think just both of us caught a bug but to call in sick so we could have an entire day together. During our full days together my dad suggested we brush my hole to help speed up the process just in case I wasn't already converting. He still had the toothbrush that his father had used on him to brush me with, but said he would use a new one as his brush brought back horrible memories of his dad brushing and infecting him. My dad asked how I felt about brushing, and I said the sooner he was a part of me, the better. He said he was overjoyed at hearing that. With that, he spread the rubber sheet on his bed saying it could get messy, but luckily the rubber sheet wiped clean. We both held the handle if the brush, slowly entering my eager hole. We started gently before I begged my dad to brush harder, and he did. As he brushed me, he twisted tye brush to tear up my entire hole. Once he saw blood, he fucked me good and hard, telling me he would soon be a part of me. After he shot, he pulled his cock out, leaving a puddle of cum and blood on the rubber sheet. I immediately licked it up as he plugged my ass.

Chapter 54: After flushing our meds, I was ready to strip and have my dad make love to me, however he suggested we relax some first. He instructed me to keep my clothes on, as he did. He got on the bed, and instructed me to get in front of him. He started massaging my shoulders, and said he could tell I was tense. I told him with good reason. He said I know son, do you have any regrets on your decision? I said absolutely not. I added my only regret would be being pozzed by someone other than him. My dad then kissed me, and said not to take anyone else's cock up my ass for the next few weeks as the prep, and his antivirals cleared their bodies. My dad then moved his hands from my shoulders, and then started caressing my chest. After rubbing my chest some, he started to tweak my nipples, making my cock grow even harder. Seeing the bulge in my pants, my dad started rubbing my crotch, then unzipping my pants and freeing my now leaking cock. I could feel his cock growing hard too and knew we would make love soon. We rolled over as one, with my dad on top of me now. He removed his pants first, and then pulled mine off and put his cock in me and making gentle love to me. He then rolled me over so he could see my face and kiss me as we made love. Before he shot his load in me, he told me he was so happy I made the decision especially about me wanting him to be the one to poz me. Once he filled my ass, he plugged it and we laid in each other's arms. Dad told me the next few months would be tough, but we'd get through them. He said that he was able to change his work schedule to go in early and get home a couple of hours before mom so we could make love daily. He said it generally takes two weeks for meds to loose their effectiveness and once the virus was in the body, it generally took another 2 weeks or so for seroconverting. He then explained that I would likely get the fuck flu, and that it was hard to predict how bad it would be. He predicted it would be severe as his strain would be very potent, and as I was young and in excellent health, my body would likely put up a fight. My dad then said he had one other thing thing that excited him, and it was just a coincidence, but my conversion would be around October 3, which is National Virus Appreciation Day! I said you have to be kidding me! He said look it up. It's a real thing, not particularly tied to HIV, but that is a virus, and everyone celebrates in their own way. I then told my dad to share his virus with me again. He said gladly son, I can't wait until you are truly a part of me. I then asked my dad what mom would think about our bonding? He said he knew she was pleased with our bonding trips now, so it would be easy to schedule more, so we would use that to our advantage. I asked what about once I converted. Dad said that was a bridge to cross later, but that would be a bond that mom should never know. With that my dad suggested we make love again and I pumped my still negative load in him.

Sorry for the delay guys. but I hope to add a few more before drawing this to a close Part 12 I laid back and asked Paul if he was ready to drive his big cock in me. He did not have to be asked twice, but he had a better idea. He made me and the free twink lay across the couch on our knees. He slipped his cock into the twink and fucked into him about 5 to 10 strokes and then pulled out and fucked me 5 to 10 strokes. More to cum Jake pushed his thick cock into Sergio’s brown ass. I knew he was just another notch on Jakes’s poz belt, but Sergio was going to be a gifter. He had the charisma to get straight boys or boys off of the fence to suck and ride his cock. Where I could pull in twinks, who couldn’t, he could pull in studs and that could lead to ‘posplosion’ on campus among guys and girls. I knew Josh would pull in Ty and that would lead to the downfall of the football team. Dan kept up his breeding of Josh. While Paul took turns on the twink and me. I wondered who was going to get his poz load. Officially, I had not converted yet, but I was sure I was poz. I had taken enough loads. I noticed while Paul was fucking me he was roughly fingering the twink. I could see looks of pain. I was sure Paul was tweaking his twink ass preparing him for his toxic load. Jake had Sergio on his back and they had worked up a pink froth between them. I knew Sergio was bleeding a little from his newly found anal adventures and there was no way he was leavng here negative. None of us were. And slowly, each of the tops began to finish off in their selected bottoms, they confessed their true intentions. Dan exclaimed that he was flooding Josh with his tainted load. Paul bred with much enthusiasm to tell his the twink to take his poison pussy filler. Jake with his cock deeply rooted in Sergio left nothing to the imagination. He kissed Sergio on the mouth and then grunted that he take his poz load. Everyone but me seemed a bit surprised, but took it all in stride. Sergio spoke first saying it was just a matter of time. Josh agreed as he slowly stroked his half hard cock which was a site to behold for such slut bottom like myself. Josh had a good 7 thick inches while I was lucky to have 5. Each of the twinks looked like they were about to cry, but agreed that they knew sooner or later it was going to happen. IT was then that it dawned on Josh and Sergio that I set them up. Jake instructed them that they each had just got a gift and it was their turn to spread it around. As Jake spoke, I noticed that both Josh and Sergio got hard thinking about their “duty” to spread their gift. Each of them grabbed a twink and bent them over the back of the couch and began to fuck with new vigor. Dan and Paul pulled me into a 3-way with them as Jake watched over his den of iniquity. I straddled Dan as he laid on the ground and sucked Paul as he stood over me. They each took turns calling me names, like “faggot”, “whore” and “poz slut”. Jake pulled out a little brown bottle and held it under my nose and told me to breath deep. I did. I was feeling euphoric. I got a crazy idea to ask Paul to fuck me with Dan. Jake said, “no, if anyone was going to DP you it was going to be him!” So with Dan already balls deep in my ass and Paul fucking my face. Jake got in behind me and added some extra lube to his cock and my hole. I never felt so stretched in my entire life as Jake finally slipped his cock alongside Dan. I felt tears well up in my eyes as Jake and Dan took turns fucking their huge cocks into me while the other enjoyed the friction of the other’s cock. I came More to Cum Thanks for the hot emails and chats. Hit me up Joey

Raunch

I'm a bit of a sadist, and love inflicting pain on folks that love the pain. It just makes me super hard. This is true even with all clothes on and no fucking going on. But pain during anal sex and fucking is usually not a good thing as it's a feedback mechanism going on. So I will minimize it if possible. If there's no prior discussion about pain, I don't assume that my partner wants it, and neither should anyone.

Chapter 3: You're still mine Saying I was surprised to look up to see my boy towering above me and I was kneeling between his older brothers legs is an understatement... I coughed and spit out the last of his piss from my mouth. As the chempiss and spit trickled down my belly, I tried to stand but the chempiss was kicking in fast and I fell back against Jason, who managed to catch and steady me with his massive muscular arms. “Easy there dad”, Matt said as he stepped forward and slightly leaned down to plant a deep passionate kiss on his older brother Jason. I sat down and leaned against the wall of the shower and looked up to fully take in the sight before me. My oldest, Jason, seemed fairly short at 6'1” compared to his younger brother's towering 6'6” frame; but what Jason lacked in height, he more than made up for in muscle mass. Matt clearly spent a lot of the time at the gym, and had a 6 pack and v-cut to prove it, but Jason could dominate body building competitions... And while Jason had a light “Dusting” of dark black fur from head to toe, with his natural blond hair and trimmed bush, Matt's body looked relatively hairless. Which made him quite the canvas for the assortment of tattoos covering him from collar to toe, including full sleeves on each arm. The last difference that really surprised me was the difference in their dicks. Jason was sporting 8.5 inches, about 7 inches around, and uncut with what I would learn was a 2 gauge PA (Glad he inherited Barb's Dad's dick... which I knew was as long but a little thinner, thanks to a time when we got drunk and blew each other) But Matt on the other hand... HOLY SHIT. Matt's cock was HUGE... “Damn boy, how big is that thing” I asked as it swung before me Matt looked down at me, then at his hardening cock and beaming with pride, replied “13 inches long, and just under 9 around” As he spoke, he took it in his hand and waved it back and forth in front of my face. His long foreskin completely covering the head and hanging lose off the end. My boys then joined me on the floor of the shower, the hot water still raining down as the positioned themselves on both sides of me, As Jason began tweaking my nipples, Matt put a hand behind my head and pulled me in for his first deep kiss. As he dug his way into my mouth, I found out he had his tongue pierced as his barbell lightly clinked against my teeth. As I was once again getting lost in the sensations, he broke off our kiss and looked to his brother, “So, did you ask him?” “Oh, shit, no, not yet” Matt replied. “Ask me what?” I said, trying to assert some of my old “fatherly tone” (but completely failing) as I looked back and forth at my two sexy sons. “Well, a couple things... when I saw your post and your profile online and saw it was you and” Jason began to stutter as Matt coughed loud and punched him in the shoulder before blurting out “about me dumbass, we are here like this so he is obviously down to get charged up like us” he snapped at his brother. Jason punched his brother back before snapping back, “we just started, and I have been warming him up to ask him that and the other things and” Just then Matt reached his hand down, grabbed his brothers balls and gave them a quick tug and twist, but before he could continue arguing with his brother, Jason reached down, grabbed Matts nuts and began twisting and pulling them just as aggressively. I looked down and saw both of my boys hands on the others balls, each pulling and stretching hard enough that they both turning red but each of them refusing to back down to the other. The familiar feeling of my boys doing their brotherly fighting with me in the middle brought back enough instinct that I grabbed each of them by the ears and pulled them back apart until they eased their grips on each other and looked at me. “BOYS, I like the kinky tone your squabbling has taken on over the years you have been away, but nither of you is torturing my nutts, and Matt, Clearly you have something you want to ask that can't wait, So we are going to go around and each ask our most pressing question... Total honesty” I said as released their grips. Both of them looking up at me with puppy dog eyes as they tilted their heads, just like all the times I had to punish them when they were little. I reached over and brushed Jason's hands off of Matt's balls before replacing his grip with mine. I looked him in the eyes, licked my lips, and said, “Matt, you go first” Matt raised his face to look directly at mine; at the same time, he released his grip on his brother, before wrapping his large muscular hand around my dick and balls and giving them a HARD tug. Then he asked, “I have always wanted to know, I don't look anything like you or Jason, and I know Mom is my Mom, but we know she and mike are swingers, so I have always wondered...” he sheepishly trailed off, afraid to ask the question that always bothered him. “Spit it out” I scolded as I gave his huge nuts a stern tug and twist “Are you really my dad?” he blurted before looking down, just like when he was little and afraid of something on TV. “Matty” I said as I released his balls and pulled his chin up till we were both looking each other eye to eye. “You are now, and have always been my son, and while you are probably not as sweet, you are still my baby boy... but yes...no... I mean, biologically, I am pretty sure the guy who knocked up your mom that night was the Scandinavian sailor, pretty sure he tried knocking me up too with all the loads he left in me...but it was a swingers party, we didn't know anyone there. And we were never able to track him down... but that didn't change the fact that I raised you as my own, and when your Mom took you and Jason away, it hurt just as much; but I thought it was what would be best for you two” I said as I gave him a soft loving kiss to re-assure him, and gave him a look that let him know that that no matter what, as far as I was concerned, he was mine. At this point, Jason calmly placed his hand on his brother's forehead and gently pushed him back, “OK, My Turn” he said eagerly, however as Matt still had my nuts in much less aggressive, but still firm grip, he instead reached under my leg, and rolled me sidways to face his brother as he pulled the huge plug from my hole with a loud wet plop before sliding his fat 8” effortlessly into my gaping hole, balls deep. As he slowly moved it back and forth, he reached around and pulled his brother closer, sandwiching me between their ripped muscular bodies. “Well” Jason said, “I guess the first thing I want to know right now...our lease is up at the end of the month, and we were in the area because we were looking for a new place to live where we could be... “us” without having to worry...sooo, could we move back home here with you?” he said as he slowly long dicked my hole (trying to butter the old man up I see) I pushed back my hole and without hesitation replied, “fuck yeah boys; we will have to get another fake bed to put somewhere in case we ever have to keep up appearances, But I have a big bid, and I want to go to bed every night in between my two beautiful sons” I said in a haze between the chems in my system and the monster cock massaging my prostate now it was my turn, as I pushed back to meet Jason's thrusts. I let out a struggled, “I have always thought it was kinda hot, but was always too scared to go through with it... do you two really want to knock me up? Breed your old man and make him a toxic slut like you are? I blurted in my t and sex filled haze. “Fuck yeah daddy” Jason said eagerly as he picked up the pace. “Poz and then some...we both recently tested poz for siph but haven't started meds yet, and this morning Matty found a sore by his piss slit that we need to go back to the doc for. At this point I had crossed so many lines, I didn't hesitate to reply, “Fuck yeah Jason, breed my fag pussy, and make me just like you two” I said as I continued to push back to meet my oldest son as he thrust his toxic cock into my now wet and sloppy hole and I leaned forward to lock lips with his bigger little brother. “FUCK. YES. TAKE. IT.SLUT” Jason yelled, each word punctuated with an even harder thrust, his PA clearly tearing up my ass up further with his PA as he began shooting another load into my stretched out hole. As his body convulsed, he pulled me against him with all his strength, and to my confusion, Matt broke away from our triple embrace to stand up as he said, “Gotta grab something, back in a sec...Jay, help dad get on his back on the fuck bench and turn the water off for a sec. He said before striding out of the room like he already lived here (again). Jason reluctantly pulled out and helped me up. We turned off the showers and as I was climbing onto the bench, Matt re-entered and walked over to me. With me on the fuck bench, his massive cock was once again at eye level. He walked over until his horse cock was only a few feet from my face. “If we're doing this, we're doing it right” he said before he used his left hand to peel the foreskin back and reveal his massive cockhead. Jason was right, there were some angry looking sores forming around his piss slit, and a few smaller bumps along the ridge of his head. A small amount of cock cheese was also making his cockhead look more infected. He took his other hand and revealed another shard of T. He ran the shard across the ridges on his dickhead and then across the red sores near his slit before pushing it all the way into his dick hole. He also had a metal sounding rod which he then used to push the shard several inches deeper into his cock before slowly sliding the rod out. I briefly saw some red streaks along the length of it as he walked over and placed the rod on the sink. “Hold his legs up bro, help me knock up our dad, we are gonna be bound by DNA one way or another!” he said as we walked forward and placed the head of his massive cock against my hungry gaping hole. “Breed me son” I said as I looked into his eyes... It was all the motivation he heeded as in one brutal thrust, he shoved his cock over halfway into my hole. Even with all the chems and stretching from Jason, Taking Matt's cock for the first time still hurt like hell. “Don't worry Dad, this will help” Matt said as his body tensed up and he shoved another quarter of his dick into my beyond stretched hole as his big brother helped pull my cheeks apart. The feeling of fullness then began to greatly intensify, along with a new level of burn, “OH FUCK YES” Matt exclaimed, “I have had to piss since I got here” he said as he unloaded his bladder into my already full hole. The thickness of his cock being the only think keeping it from spraying back out as he continued to unload. My vision blurred and I began coughing heavily...”FUCK” I thought...Matt's slampig chempiss was MUCH stronger than Jasons. It was like I read in the stories about people getting slammed. I tried to say something, but all that I could get out was “please.... fuck... me...”between coughs as I pawed at Jason's torso to try to pull him towards my mouth as I wrapped my legs around Matt and tried pull him in closer to me, not realizing he had already pushed in balls deep and had begun slowly fucking me with the baseball bat he called a cock. All I can remember is a primal need to keep nursing the cock in front of , as the man with a horse cock was literally tearing my hole to shreds. The next few hours were a total blur as both of my son's took turns fucking me, as well as each other, with an abundance of wet sloppy fisting mixed in. --------- That's it for now, but if yall want more, I would like to see this story go further too.

I was still fully hard in his guts but humping in and out more gently now, gliding through a heady mix of my seed and Jake's cunt juices. I told Jake how my DNA was rushing into his blood stream, seeking out his cells and overpowering them with ease. "You're eating me alive?!!!" "Kinda, kid". "Did you always plan this?" "Yeh. I do it a lot" "oh" "but you are different, I've built up to this and I want to keep breeding you" "Is there anything I can do?" "There's meds, like what you used to take, but I doubt they'd do much for you" "oh". "I think you want this, to be my prey" I fucked him as deep and gentle as I could, relishing his little body under me. I felt his ruined ass twitch and guessed his clit was getting hard under him. Finally, some minutes later, he answered "yes, I want it. I need you to use me, I wanna be your prey" "good boy, you've found your purpose" "but, please, don't leave me" "I won't" Hearing his mind submit to me after so easily dominating his puny body was a major turn on. I rolled us over so that Jake was sprawled on me, my cock lodged in his guts. I could see his hard little cock, which was dripping his milky pre. "I'm close to cumming Jake. Close to dumping a lethal load in you. You can get off me if you want. Drag your maggot body off me, feel my bull cock slide out of you" I felt him tense up, beginning to sit up, survival instinct kicking in maybe? He lifted himself off me a little, dragging me through his shredded insides. Fuck that! I pushed him back down, hand on his shoulder, and scooted my thighs up, wrapping them round his, immobilising him. "no way baby, you are my cum dump now". He was pinned back down on me now. He whimpered as I used his body to milk my cock, pulling it up and down me with my thighs. "Ripping you up, fag, planting my babies". His cocklet was rock hard and I felt a trickle of juice as he climaxed in my tight grip, relishing his role as a sacrificial flesh light and I was soon pumping another load of toxic scum into his recently pure and clearly very fertile guts.

Pozzing my younger brothers

Paul – As told by Ben Brandon was away for two nights for his conference. I had been fucked silly by Matt and Josh and Sam the first night, the night that he had texted me and suggested that we make plans for a get together. But the second night was even more fruitful in a way, as I was able to fuck someone that I had been lusting after for a while. Jeremy was not the only gay guy in the complex besides Brandon and me; there was also a very hot couple Paul and Jesse. Both Paul and Jesse were gym bunnies, and took pride in showing their bodies off at the pool wearing swimsuits as small as they could get away with. As hot as they were, it did not appear that they ever shared their bodies with anyone else but each other. Shortly after they moved in we had them around socially for a drink and to get to know them a little better. As usual in our place there were some porn DVDs lying around. Jesse saw one called “Threesome Boyfriends”. He picked it up and read the description without saying a word. It was about couples that would pick up a third for some no-strings-attached fun. I could see Paul visibly wince as he obviously knew what was coming next. Jesse launched into a tirade about how threesomes destroy perfectly good relationships and how he and Paul would never consent to one as they would only ever have sex with each other and never cheat. He was so worked up about the whole idea that he never commented that it was a bareback movie and had the subtitle: “When your boyfriend’s load isn’t enough.” The rest of the evening went off pleasantly after that blew over, but I realized that my dreams of fucking one or both of them wasn’t going to happen. Until that night that is. We had both gone to take out trash. He was wearing a tight tank top and sky blue bike shorts that showed his physique to perfection. I was wearing my normal tight low cut jeans and had arranged my cock to make a nice bulge in my crotch. I could see me eying it with greed. As we walked back towards our condos he surprised me by commenting on it. “Fuck Ben, how big is that thing you are hiding in there.” I’m more of a shower, not a grower so I just laughed. “Not as big as Brandon’s by a long shot. But do you want to see it?” “Fuck yeah. I’ve been watching you for a while. I like your butt too. Brandon is away for a few days, right?” I liked his tight bubble butt too, showed off to perfection by the tight spandex. “Yeah, he gets back tomorrow.” “Jesse is working late so we could go to our place but he’d kill me if he saw me looking at your naked cock. Can we go to your place? No sex. I just want to see your cock.” “Sure, I said with a grin. And I want to see yours.” As we got to the door of our condo Paul seemed to be having second thoughts. “Um, maybe this isn’t a good idea. Maybe I should go.” I looked at him straight in the eye. “Nonsense, all we’re going to do is look at each other’s dicks, right.” The way his dick was rapidly swelling in his tight spandex shorts and leaving a large sticky pre-cum patch told me otherwise. I opened the front door and led him inside. We stood facing each other in the living room and I slowly undid the fly of my jeans and slipped them down my hips, revealing the yellow mesh jock strap barely holding my hardening dick. Paul must have liked what he saw as he was now fully erect and leaking pre-cum so profusely that there was a clear bead on the outside of the slick wet patch outlining his uncut dickhead. Fuck! I LOVE pre-cum and his dick looked pretty big as well. He seemed uncertain about what to do next so I went on my knees and started sucking on the sticky bulge. He muttered “We shouldn’t be doing this” and then uttered a sigh of pleasure. He put his hands on my head and held my mouth on his bulge. His resolve obviously faded fast as it was only a minute or so before his removed his hands from my head and started to pull down his shorts, revealing his beautiful dick; a good seven inches uncut, fat with a nice foreskin. I knew I wanted that in my ass. I took him back in my mouth and started working my tongue over his cockhead and under the foreskin. I heard him groan with pleasure. “Oh fuck yeah. Maybe just a blowjob.” I placed my hands on his butt cheeks and drew his crotch into my face. He groaned again. “Ben, let’s go to your bedroom if that’s ok. I want to suck your cock while you suck mine. Great, I thought, No sex turned into blowjob and is going to end up in fucking. I like to mislead boys like that! We both stripped off our clothes on the way to the bedroom and before we got to the bed he was down on his knees swallowing my dick with raw hunger. Damn, he needed a dick in his mouth badly. I gently lifted him up and guided him onto the bed. Once we were both on I swung him around so we were laying face to crotch. We both started slurping on each other’s dicks. As I did my best to swallow all of his length. I placed my right hand between his ass cheeks and started feeling his anus with a finger. I felt no resistance as my fingertip probed his hole. To the contrary, he started sucking even more enthusiastically. This was looking good and I eased the whole finger in without resistance. It was time to pick up the pace. I pulled away from him and he rolled onto his back; the sure sign of a bottom. I had often wondered where the term came from. In my experience if you are rolling around in bed and one guy ends up generally on his back, he is going to get fucked. I was going to prove that theory with Paul. I turned around and lay on top of him, grinding my dick against him and deep kissing him passionately. For a guy who was not planning on having sex he was certainly co-operating. While we were kissing I sat back and pulled him up so that he was sitting on my lap with my raging erection pushing at his back door. He started grinding his ass against my dick as he went wild thrusting his tongue into my mouth and sucking my lips. I slowly lowered him back onto the bed and as our lips broke contact he looked pleadingly at me. “Please fuck me. Jesse doesn’t fuck me as much as I want. We haven’t had sex for a week.” I lifted his legs and positioned myself behind him. I grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and squirted lube on my hand and started to work it into his hole. His breathing got heavier so I quickly spread the rest of the lube on my cock and pressed my dickhead against his anus. I started to ease myself in past the outer sphincter. “Stop. Stop.” I thought he was going to ask me to take it slower but no. “Condom, you need a condom?” “Don’t have any. We don’t use them.” As I eased my dick deeper in his chute. I sensed a note of panic in his voice. “We shouldn’t be doing this. Pull out. Please!” I slid in past the second sphincter until I had bottomed in his ass. Now that my raw dick was all the way in the pleasure obviously overcame the concern. I saw him relax and accept his first bareback fuck. “Fuck that feels good. Ok. Just for a few strokes. Then you can pull out and we can jerk off.” I had no intention of doing that. My plan was to breed him and plant my seed so deep that Jesse would not be able to find it. And that he would hopefully return the favor. I was kneeling behind him and I stretched forward and pulled his body upward to that he sat facing me impaled on my cock. I started deep kissing him sucking his tongue and lips and he reciprocated with enthusiasm. He was now grinding his ass on my hips trying to get my meat as deep in his cunt as possible and then sliding his ass up and down my chute to get the maximum sensation of my bare dick in his rectum. The forbidden penetration was almost too much for me and I started to get close. I did not say anything but he must have known I was close as I started grunting with pleasure and he must have felt my cock start to swell and twitch. I knew he wanted my load but as I started cumming and had squireted the first shot I pulled back from his lips long enough to mutter “Where do you want my load?” He did not answer but started kissing me hungrily as I fired volley after volley of scalding hot cum into his bowels. After a few moments he pulled back to say “Up my ass. Fucking incredible!” He paused for a moment to appreciate what he had received then continued. “Jesse always wears a condom and then pulls out and takes the condom off and jerks off over my chest.” I just grinned at him. “So I assume you’ve never been barebacked before?” He looked at me for a while. “No. Never. Does it feel as good for a top as for a bottom?” I laughed at him. “Fuck yeah dude, what do you think? If bare is better for a bottom it is ten times better for a top!” He lifted himself of my dick which slipped out of his freshly fucked ass with a cummy plop and he pushed me onto my back. “I haven’t cum yet and I want to feel what it’s like.” He lifted my ass off the bed to get access to my hole. He wasted no time, he slicked up his rock hard dick and slid into my willing hole with one thrust. His dick may not have been particularly big, but he certainly knew how to fuck. I could sense he was getting close. “Pull out!” I commanded. He looked at me with surprise, considering that I had shot a massive load in his bareback virgin cunt a few minutes earlier. But he did as I asked and as he did so I continued. “Ok, now roll on a condom and fuck me again and confirm for yourself what you have been missing.” He looked at me questioningly. I laughed. “We keep them in the night stand for special occasion.” Without saying anything he opened the drawer, grabbed a condo, tore open the wrapper and rolled it over his dick. Once he was ready to insert it into my anus he spoke. “It felt so good bare. You are going to let me cum inside you aren’t you?” “Of course. When you’re ready.” I replied. He slowly slid all the way in. “I can barely feel anything!” I just grinned, “Fuck me harder. Maybe you’ll feel something.” He did, when the condom burst. The sudden release of his cock from its latex prison took him to an almost immediate climax as he loaded me up with his seven day load. He had barely come off his orgasmic high when the guilt set in. He could barely look at me. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. We shouldn’t have done that. I cheated on Jesse and got barebacked and you cheated on Brandon. I’d better go now.” I did not tell him that Brandon and I had an “arrangement”. He rapidly dressed and made for the door. As he walked out I put some of the condoms in his hand. “Maybe you need to use some of these with Jesse.” He must have been really conflicted because as he got to the door he kissed me deep, turned around and left, with my load still in his gut.