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"no mom,missed church this morning"...mr wison was a skilled cocksucker....omg it was hard keeping a conversation going with mom while my cock twitched at his attentions..."well I won't go to hell for missing just one sunday mom"mr wilson grabbed my cock and led me down to my parents room and pushed me down on my back on the bed,holding my legs up as his tongue found my puckered lil hole and drove into it...making it slick with saliva.Moving his lips to my nipples,then my neck as his cockhead found my twitching wet asshole and pressed into me.....uch faster than our last time he was in as deep as he could go....and brushing my prostate on every stroke was making my dick bounce and twitch.My body accepted him much easier this time....and as my mom and I talked he fucked me gently but deeply,stealing a kiss as breaks in my speaking allowed...his tongue in my mouth tasted of ciggarettes...a pool of semen leaked from my penis onto my belly as his big cockhead stirring my insides up.... a man with aids is fucking me while I talk with mom...and he is goingto ejaculate soon as his pace quickens and becomes more violent."Okay mom.love you too.talk with you monday." and with that I switched the phone off and endured mr Wilsons last fewdeep violent strokes and felt my insides get all gooey as his infected semen shot from his body into mine,and began to cum myself as the stilulation was just too much.Mr wilson felt this and looked down as semen erupted from my penis at almost the same time his did.He had the biggest smile as he said"I can feel you cumming,your ass clamps down on my cock so fucking tight with every spurt....we just rested there for a minute or two,my semen running down my side onto my parents bed as his poz infected semen pooled deep within me for the second time.Stirring the cum on my belly with his fingers he brought them up to my lips,smearing my cum across them and pressing his lips to mine I could taste my cum as his tongue drove deep into my mouth.His cock was still hard and he started fucking me again.Wow such stamina for a man who had aids....it took a lot longer but I swear I could feel him cum again as he grunted....he looked me in the eyes and smiled,saying"you belong to me now Nick.I look forward to having you over as often as possible....you will come to crave this"he said.I want you to sleep with me tonite Nick.Be over at ny place by 7,I will make us dinner."With that Mr Wilson pulled out,kissed my cock and sucked the last drops of cum out of me and left,leaving me in my parents bed with two loads of poz cum deep inside and a sore ass soaking it all in.

I live in a small town with a population of 1200, surrounded by corn fields for 1 1/2 hr drive in either direction. I regularly walk my dogs around town following the river through the parks occasionally passing by the fire station staffed with volunteers on my way to the post office. Yesterday, walking along I noticed one of the guys leaving the station get into his pickup. Nodding hello & smiling at me, I returned the gesture & continued with the dogs. A bit further along as i got to the normally empty big park with baseball diamonds & wooded trail which ended @ my house, I noticed the pickup truck with fire station logo from minutes b4. A brisk walk onward trailing behind my dogs we followed a sent behind the toilets; there he stood pants down around his knees, cock in hand stroking. Early 30's blond, a body built on a farm with a ring glinting on his finger. Transfixed by his cock & abs, I heard him say hey man!, pulling me out of my momentary daze as he continued stroking. Wanna join me? I paused for a moment looking around b4 moving closer, reaching out caressing his abs, my hands moved down towards his cock. The dogs tugged on their leash after a squirrel so i tied them to a tree to continue playing with the hot fireman. Standing in front of him I began to unzip as he dropped to is knees. My semi hard cock flopping out onto his face, he rubbed my cock across his blond stubble & lips b4 slowly sucking on the head of my cock & milking my shaft with his calloused hands. I could hear him moaning as he tasted the first drops of precum. You've done this b4, hungry cocksucker, he looked up with a smile in his eyes, continuing to suck my now fully erect cock. I was loving it, but wanted to taste him, motioning him to stand up he did, but turned around presenting his bubble butt. NO need to ask me twice, I was on my knees, tongue in his ass making him moan, 1 finger in, he was clean & not resisting. Standing up, I spat in my hand then rubbed it on my cock head as he moved back pressing himself into me. Pushing him back up against the wall kicking his legs apart, his hole now exposed and ready for action. He reached behind grabbing my cock positioning it up against his hole. Slowly he backed up taking my head then another inch b4 stopping & exclaiming he was close to cumming. I began working my cock into him telling him he was not just gonna tease me like that, I'm going in all the way b4 you cum. My dry shaft parting his pink hole with each thrust which made him moan & gasp as i bottomed out. Sinking to our knees I began fucking him using longer strokes, this virtually dry fuck had my dick harder than normal. Flipping him onto his back, legs on my shoulders, i dribbled precum on his hole and went balls deep in one stroke. We continued fucking for a few mins b4 he asked, are you close, do you wanted to cum in my ass? I smiled and said im getting there, wanna cum together? A couple long deep thrusts & i was almost there, burying my cock balls deep in his hole i could feel him begin to shoot when i unload in his hole. This little piggy sucked my cock clean and thanked me for my load, said he was gonna keep it in him all day & night when hes having sex with his wife.

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.

I finished up what housework remained,while mr wilson dozed in bed.Looked in on him before I left and told him I would be back monday..."oh you'll be back....they ALWAYS come back"he said with a smirk.Leaving mr Wilsons I walked home,a strange feeling inside me as my ass was still adjusting to being violated and used,and cum was still leaking out 3 hours later.A dull throbbing could be felt...probably just a bit of internal bruising?Ignoring it,took a shower and cancelled my sat nite plans ate a tv dinner and went to bed.But sleep evaded me,my asshole would twitch a bit everytime I started to doze off,and a throbbing erection that dissapeared everytime I tried to stroke off in search of relief.When sleep finally came it was full of dreams about the seduction of the previous day complete with feeling mr wilson cumming,and his laugh and giggles as his semen shot from his body into mine.it seemed my mind was coping with being seduced while my body,now awakened by a skilled seduction only wanted MORE.Finally at 3am I was awakened by a puddle forming on my belly as cum shot from my erection and pooled there.Jeeze,like I was 15 again?But I did get a few hours sleep after that.

Friday 27th October: 7 fucks, 4 loads (1500 words) I am in Japan, Tokyo. My partner and I decide to check out the gay vibes in the city. There are two cruising clubs that seem popular, one called Volcano and the other called Dick Dogg, about a twenty-minute train ride from the city center. One problem: there is an age limit, 20 to 39 years, and my partner is a bit older than that. Second problem: they are strict on the length of your hair and often reject people who do not have a buzz cut or short hair. I google the reason why, and it says that short hair in Japan is often a sign of masculinity, and the club is obviously trying to target a very specific demographic. I have medium-length hair. Both clubs also encourage safe sex, no orgies, and sex must happen in private cubicles, which seems very restrictive, to put it nicely. We decide to check it out anyway. We make our way to Volcano, about a five-minute walk from a train station, down an obscure flight of stairs to the basement of a ramen building, a single door in a dark corridor with a sign saying "Volcano" and "Members only." A young man, handsome face, is ahead of us, pays for a ticket, and walks through a door. I see a naked man dancing under a glow of violet light, but the door shuts quickly and the only thing between me and fun is the ticket booth. My partner asks for two tickets, the man behind the counter scribbles something on a piece of paper, and I have a sinking feeling about what it is. We read the paper. "20-39 age" is what it says. My partner lies and points to the number 39, nods, but the man does not buy it and crosses both his index fingers, then points at me and puts up the OK hand gesture. So we decide to leave. We are now on the train to Dick Dogg. I try to cheer my partner up. I hope he is not too upset with the rejection. I had a feeling something like this might happen, so we agree ahead of time that if one of us gets rejected for whatever reason, then we both go somewhere different, and if no one takes us in, then we become intimate back at the hotel, which will be just as good, if not better. My partner says that perhaps it's better if I ask for the ticket this time around; that way, they might let me in and let him in as well without taking a closer look. Sounds like a solid plan. We get to Dick Dogg, which is on the third floor of a building no one would bother to take a second look at. We go to the ticket booth and I ask for two tickets, and the young man behind the counter says okay to both of us and we are in! He hands us a towel and our locker key. It is nude night tonight. I forget which hand to put the locker key on to tell others that I am a bottom, so I put it on my right hand instead, hoping for the best. I undress and immediately make a mental note to work out harder at the gym when I get back from holiday. It is 10 PM and this place closes at 11:30 PM. My partner and I agree to separate and have our own fun, meeting back during closing time. The cruising area is dim enough that you can identify people, their face, their bodies, and most importantly, their dicks. It is not dark enough that you have to fumble around with your arms in front of you, and I am sad to report that there wasn’t a darkroom even though it was advertised on their site. There are a lot of attractive young men with nice bodies, but not a lot of action happening, which is to be expected at any cruising club, I suppose. I wish so badly for a darkroom. There is, however, one of those rooms where you can put half your body through a cutout in a wall, resting your stomach or back on the bench provided, such that all that’s left of you is your ass in the room for others to use. I make a mental note to come back to this room. It’s probably 10.30 PM and still there are no action happening so I decide to sit down on one of the benches in a random room. A few men walk past, looks at me, moves on. One guy stops for a tad longer than usual, likes what he sees, brings his dick to my face, and of course I put it in my mouth. Average size. He kneels down and puts me in his mouth, and after a few seconds, we find ourselves in a private room where we alternate giving each other head. I really want him to top me though but he is talking in Japanese and I don’t really understand, so I turn around and motion for his dick to be inside me, but he doesn’t seem to take the hint. So I smile, give him a kiss on the cheek, and walk out of the room. I make my way to the glory hole booth, lock the door, sit down. A few seconds later, someone enters next door, puts his dick in the hole, and I suck it. He is a fast cummer, I swallow. He leaves. Another man enters, much bigger and thicker this time, but for some reason, only puts the tip of the head of his cock through the hole, and I try my best to put more of it in my mouth. He is teasing me, so I rage quit and stop sucking. He leaves. There is some action happening right outside my booth. I look under the door and I’m pretty sure a guy is sucking another’s guys dick and there is a crowd forming, and I’m stuck in my booth. I wait for about five minutes, twiddle my thumb like a nobody, decide that I needed to get out. I unlock the door and everyone scatters. I meet my parter somewhere in the dimly lit maze and he is bored. We decide to get the action going so I lead him to that room with the cut-out. I put half my body through the cut-out, lay on the bench with my stomach so that only my ass is visible in the room. There is a lube bottle attached to a string to the left of me but my partner prefers to use spit, enters me, loads me up in less than five minutes. He exits and immediately somebody enters, raw. I think this man is fucking me with his dick and a finger because it feels slightly odd—a bit like double penetration but not quite there. But anyway, he cums, exits. For the next two fucks, the men are using condoms which I don’t enjoy, mainly because there is too much friction with rubber and there are no reward at the end. I take it like a good bottom anyway. The forth men enters me raw, fucks for about 10 seconds and cums. I do like quick loads, but maybe this might be too quick for my liking. Fifth and six men uses condoms and the six man in particularly takes a very long time to cum; feels like 20 minutes. It’s getting a bit painful at this stage but I don’t move from my position. The seventh and final man enters me raw, also takes a long time to cum but it feels very good. Plus, his bigger than usual. After he cums, I lay there for a moment, hoping for more, but it seems very quiet all of a sudden. And my calf is killing me, having being on tiptoes the whole time. My parter asks for the time, I don’t know, so we head out. The floor is full of lube (and maybe cum?) and my whole leg and feet is covered in lube. I’m sure I left lubed footprints along the whole corridor. We check the time. It is 11.20 PM, almost closing time, which explains the sudden emptiness of the room. I wonder to myself if this place opens later, how many more loads I would have gotten. I go to the toilet and use an eyebrow-raising-amount of toilet paper to clean off the lube, clog the toilet, oppps. My parter tells me shortly afterwards that there is a shower so I use that to clean off the lube. We then take the train back to the hotel and we head back to Australia the next day. Feels good to have a bit of Japan inside me.

Just had one of my roughest gangfuck overt the weekend. The setting was a top who use me often organised watch along for the rugby worldcup for some of his Africans guys. The game is actually early morning on Sunday but they wanted a few hole to use all night and after the games. Unfortunately the other two bottom was a no show and I was the only one shows up, and there were about 12 guys. I came around to my friends place around 8pm, and immediately my friend use my hole and fuck me good and gave me the first of his many loads:). After that he prepared me on the fuck table, basically I lay Down on my back, blindfolded me, tied my leg to my thighs, like a chicken ready to be roasted, then tied my hand to my ankles. He then secure my next by tied a round of rope around my neck to the table so I can’t lift my head at all. I was given a dildo gagged for my mouth. I stayed basically in this position until they finish the next morning. Before any of the guys arrive, my friend basically wank me up multiple time, making sure my balls are empty and he would wipe my cums around my holes as added lube. Can’t tell how long I was waiting until the other guys arrive, but felt a long time and very uncomfortable already. My legs was starting to hurt from the ropes. when the guys finally arrive they just went to fuck hard and fast! But no one came or breed me, they would stop and let other guys take over. It went like that for hours,! All I know , it seems they were all reasonably size cock, no smaller one and I felt a little relieved when a few start cumming deep inside, giving me a bit of lube. My hole felt it was on fire! Each stroke was painful, but I was gagged so I can’t ask them to stop. Had a really long break when the game started, I needed to piss, but was unable to move , so I pissed on the table. Felt like there were both cums and blood leaking from my hole, which was confirm later. I felt a sleep or fainted , not sure. the game ended , South Africa won the rugby World Cup and some of them celebrated by fucking me again. I was woken up by a hard cock starting to fuck me hard again. It went for a while let go around 11am, I can’t really stand. My friend drove me home. My hole still in pain today but I’m horny again thinking about it!

It's a little long and poz only at the end the story is leadup. Igot contaced with an old FB and we organised a session for the next week. I'm a married middle-age bttm guy but as we have a family doctor I'm not on prep So only play with those that are. the week roles by with me getting more excited as I don't get to play with Gary as much as I'd like due to situation. the day rolls round and I leave work for a day time hookup. getting to his place he hasn't changed he's a charismatic hot silver fox with a lean hot body and from memory a thick cock. before we get to his room he offers me a drink to help relax and we catchup in what's been happening. during the conversation we talk about status n playing bare and he's still neg on prep while I'm just neg. reaching forward he pulls me into a kiss saying he's going to breed me deep n flood me with cum n more, horny I just kiss back younger searching as we grind against each other. pulling back he skulls his drink and suggest we get started. I finish mine In a couple of gulps and we head to the bedroom where he strip me and pushed me down to suck his cock. 7.5 thick cut and perfect for my ass n mouth, I suck and gag in it like I'll die if I don't have it. it was semi solid when we started and after 5 mins of sucking licking it's rock hard. pulling me up we kiss n grind our naked bodies, cock against cock as he's grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezing, I know he wants to fuck me now. we part and I head for the bed, getting on all fours he grabs my cheeks pulling them apart so my hole is exposed and open to him. leaning in he licks and tounges my hole I groan as shivers go down my spine. he's going deeper with his tounge and I can feel his beard rub against my ass and all I can do is groan and push back. sliding one two three fingers in with spit only he's opening me up asking if I'm ready for his cock. i just say fuck yes I need you in me now. hearing this he slaps his cock against my hole and I'm hot in anticipation. as he applies a little lube and I feel his head slip in. a little pain but once he's past the first hole I'm in heaven and the pounding starts. we fuck in a few positions finally having him with me in my back legs up over his shoulders as he's balls deep pounding me looking in my eyes till hs squirting in me. squeezing my ass to milk him I try and get every drop of cum in my ass. pulling out he goes to the other side of the bed sits and breaths out.i reach for his cock rolling over to him and start to suck him clean. I'm on my belly now so all his load just drains deeper into me and I'm in bliss loaded and sucking cummy cock. looking down he grabs my hair saying what a great ass I have and he'd love to share it with some other friends he plays bare with. we talked about group before so he knows I'm open to it, I just nod and continue sucking his cock. Grabing his phone he organises his friends and says they will be here in 5 so keep sucking. they arrive and let themselves in and the first I know is when two hot 50+ silver daddies are watching me from the door. looking up their introduced as Brad and Dave and I'm told to keep sucking they will make themselves comfortable. continuing to suck and Focus on the cock I have they strip out of eyeshot and Dave comes and sits on the bed next to Gary offering his cock, it's 8 thick and pierced. I just stare and smile as I reach for it. as Brad grabs my ass and start eating me out. I just groan in pleasure as in pig heaven. brad tells gary how much he loves a sloppy hole as he teases my hole with his cock. I feel this cock and push back as I want it in me and beg him to fuck me. Sliding in he says he's not going to last long in a cummy hole like this as he bottoms out. it causes me a little pain but he's hitting places that have never been hit and I just push back with each thrust . I keep sucking Dave and Gary as my ass is slowly ruined. As he get close to cumming Dave can see this and lifts my head and tells me to beg for brads load. I just push back more saying fuck me, breed me,give me that load. this pushes him over the edge and he rams one powerful thrust into me that makes me see stars as I feel him shudder n squirt inside me and he holds it deep in me as I feel warmth flow into me, he slowly continues to fuck me just not as violently but i have to stop sucking as I hang my head to recover as I'm shaking. Dave gets up and in a minute replaces brad as i feel another hard cock slide into me.he tells me if I liked what brad did he'll do just as much and they are both multi cummers. I lookup at Gary I say i love his friends and they can be invited anytime to. it's at this point brad sits down flopping a cummy blood flecked pierced cock in front of me. But what I'm looking at isnt his cock it's the biohazard tattoo above his cock. I'm shocked unable to speak but I must have squeezed my ass muscles as Dave says yeah now he knows... I look at Gary and he just says "that's why I'm on prep". I'm shocked but he continues, "they asked if I knew any pozs cumdumps and I thought of you. we just needed to make one change, and by the look of brads cock that's definitely happed and daves will only added to it " I'm shocked but looking as brads cock I know there no going back, I turn to Dave who still has his cock in me staring into his eyes and tell him to fuck me up and poz my ass. turning back to brad I look him in the eye grabing his cock saying I hope you have more than one load in this and start to such him hard again. ...

Those are dog whistles for misogyny.

And I forgot to add: there aren’t any better cheaters than HONEST happy cheaters! 🐷 😈 😃

thanks everyone. I'll try to keep it going...

February 20th, 2007, my birthday. I’d been chatting with my gifter for a while. I knew that I wanted it, but I was also afraid. I had thought about it often, but always backed out. He was into chems, fisting, and was poz (REALLY POZ). We had talked on the phone for a while, sharing thoughts, ideas, crazy things that might happen or did happen in our lives, how he had been pozzed, etc. I was a good intelligent man, who just happened to love taking cock. We talked about how he felt when he was fucking, and how much I’d love it, when he seeded my hole. I can see now that he was seducing me to the idea of taking his poz loads and I was eating it up. Taking advantage my weakness, my willingness, but it was ok. I think in my mind it was just a fantasy and the things we talked about weren’t really going to happen, even though I was sort of hoping it would. I wasn’t really going to submit my body to the ravages of HIV; it was just talk, right? So I booked the hotel and the flight to Portland. I arrived that morning, it was raining, but there he was waiting by the baggage claim. He looked more real that I had imagined him to be. Funny how I thought he would have horns, or a dark shadow clinging to him. We got on the tram together and headed to his house. He said it was close. I was nervous now, but he calmed me and told me everything was going to be ok. He’d watch out for me and to trust him. We took the short walk to the house, and he showed me the shower and told me to clean out. I took my time and did a good job, preparing myself for him. When I came back to the kitchen, he had the meth out and was measuring it, mixing it, putting part of it into a needled syringe and part into a syringe that didn’t have needle. I watched fascinated almost hypnotized. I had never seen anything like this before in real life, only on the television. He then looked at me and asked if I was ready. I was scared, but somehow thought it would still turn out to be just a fantasy and that he’d shoot himself up and that would be that. After all, I don’t do drugs. I put on my underwear and followed him out the back door, to a garden shed in the back yard, my soon to be birth chamber. Inside the small shed was a portable heater on the floor, a roll of paper towels, some shelves with dildos and lube, and a sling. I had never been fucked in a sling before, so that was going to be a first for me. The first of many firsts, which would happen to me on that day. He helped me slide into the sling, and adjusted me, so my ass was at the edge and easy access for his use. My feet were pushed through the straps, making certain I wasn’t able to pull myself out of the sling. My head was slightly lower than my ass, but I didn’t think anything of it at the time. Guess, he didn’t want anything to leak out. My cock was hard and standing up, ready for action. He made certain that I was well situated in the sling, and was comfortable since I was going to be there a while. He reached over and got the syringe that didn’t have the needle in it. My hole was still a bit loose from the douching out, so I didn’t struggle much when He inserted into my ass. He pushed down on the plunger saying “This might burn for a bit.” He then walked around to my head and adjusted the straps that went around my wrists on the chains by my head, to make certain I was secured in place. I pulled on the straps experimentally, I was pretty comfortable and my cock was hard, thinking about getting fucked in his sling. I leaned my head back in the sling and tried to relax. I closed my eyes and felt the “burn” he was talking about, but it felt very good. He told me “You’ve just had your first booty bump.” I tried to concentrate on the feeling of my heart beating and the burn in my ass. The temperature seemed to jump and my heart was racing, when I realized that he had slipped his cock into me. It felt so good that I laid back and willed my hole to open to take more of him into me. The fact that he was fucking me bare and was poz only made it hotter somehow. It didn’t seem real; like it was happening to someone I was watching on a porn film. I don’t remember his first load into me, but my body did. All of a sudden, my hole started clenching and pulling, milking his cock with every muscle in my being. I was being impregnated by His seed, and all my body knew was how much it wanted it. It just felt so good to feel his cock inside of me, breeding me, making me his boy, my body instinctively pulling it deeper inside of me to grow. I have no idea how long he fucked me or how many loads he gave me, when he pulled out and fingered me a bit. He moaned at how sloppy my hole was and how open it was. He then walked around to the side of the sling; He tied the sling wrist straps down securely. I was still out of it some, my body screaming for His cock. The fact that I was naked in a garden shed, with a small heater, in February, didn’t matter, I felt hot and flushed and oh so very horny. My head was rolling from side to side and my eyes were closed, but I could hear him moving around. We had talked earlier on the phone about a fantasy of mine. He pulled out a red bandana from somewhere, put it between my teeth and tied it around my head. “Look at me,” he said. I opened my eyes, and watched as he tied His arm with a rubber tube, then took the meth loaded syringe, found a vein and stuck it into his right arm. He pushed the plunger down about halfway, I watched fascinated as the semi-clear liquid went into His arm. He held it there for a few seconds, breathing deep, and then pulled the plunger out, and I saw the red tint of His blood start to mix with the remaining meth to fill the syringe. He pulled off the rubber tube with his teeth. I looked at His face, it wasn’t an expression, I recognized, and his eyes glittered like they were made of black glass. He reached over, tied the rubber tube around my arm, making my veins stand up, and started examining my arm, looking for a good vein. I remember, trying to say “No, no”, but the bandana was muffling my voice. He found the vein and said, “Here”. I remember tightening up a bit, but He had a firm grip on my arm. “Don’t move!” He commanded and for some reason that I still don’t understand, I obeyed him. My eyes widened as I saw him put the needle into my vein and I remember shaking my head from side to side. I started to breathe hard, fast shallow breaths through my nose. This is real! It is going to really happen! I was staring at the blood/meth filled syringe when he said “Look at me.” I looked in his eyes and felt him push the plunger down. He pulled out the needle, massaged the vein for a moment and then untied my gag. I looked at my arm, where I had been injected, and started to freak out. “Oh God, what have I done? What have I done? Help me! Jesus, help me!” I was crying out. I was panting in my terror. He looked at my face and pulled off the rubber tube, allowing the meth and his toxic blood to flow throughout my body. His bugs already starting their deadly work as they barebacked on the meth. He didn’t say a word as the drug took hold of my mind and body. He just walked down to my spread legs, shoved his hard cock into my hole, wrapped his arms around the chains of the sling, started pinching his nipples and began fucking me with full deep strokes. I looked deep into his glittering eyes. I’m sure he saw the horror in my eyes quickly turning into lust as he smiled and said the words I’ll never forget, “It’s too late. It’s too late” At that point, I realized he was right, it was too late. I wasn’t going to escape; I was going to be poz from this day forward. As, my mind tried to cope with that reality, he was delivering another load of seed into my body, and my ass was pulling and flexing, milking every drop into me. The drugs were hitting me hard and only one thing mattered; that was taking every drop of cum from my Father’s balls into me. “Please, please take my last neg load. I give it to you; I want you to have it. Help me give it to you.” I had to cum for him. Right then, the cum leaked out of my soft cock, He saw it, scooped some it up with his two fingers and put them into my mouth to suck clean. “This is the last neg load you’ll ever have.” And then he scooped some up, put the fingers into his mouth, and licked it clean, taking it into his body. My second load came just moments after my last neg load. He repeated the process, only this time; I was shaking, moaning, and begging for his cock. “Is this my first poz cum?” He looked down at me still fucking and said “The first of many, to spread to others.” Which wasn’t true, but in my fucked up mind, I swear that I could feel the bug swimming in my cum. “Yes Father, yes, I want to spread you to others. You’ll live forever in those I breed, just like all those who came before you live in you. Just like you’ll live in me. As I cum in them, part of my seed will be yours.” There was more talk, some of it I remember, some of it only comes to me in my dreams. The drug filled haze of my body and mind, made me into a cum whore. All I wanted was his cock and to be filled over and over with his seed.

I hooked up yesterday with a secret, DARK SECRET fantasy man of mine. Not him personally, just his TYPE! No stunning beauty by any means, but A POZ VETERAN of the homosexual revolution, if you will. He told me he was poz since 1983. If he was a ship, he would be one of those battle-and-storm-battered frigates reemerging from beneath the waves in PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN. He had all the battle-marks and scars of a rare survivors of a then 'deadly scourge': the scars of operations, organ failures and consequent transplants, cancer, the 'wasted look' , the sunken eyes and an unsteady gait... He embodied the scarily promiscuous world I once FEARED, DREADED and AVOIDED! Condoms didn't catch on with me, not physically nor with my mind. Damn boner killers they were! So through most of my adult life of virtually asexual self deprivation I escaped into LT 'quasi-monogamy'. All failed attempt of creating 'normalcy' in a chaotic time riddled with denial, cheating and hypocrisy. Male monogamy, sure, until dick do us part! LOL I told him I AM ONE OF THOSE ARROGANT FUCKS who by happenstance late-in-life underwent a 'conversion and transformation', one that 'FLIPPED THE POLES' . Now what I once feared, I search for. POZ bad boys, 'unsafe sex' , total promiscuity... anon sodomy! Terms like 'slut' manwhore, cunt, breeding, seeding, barebacking tramps and poz fucker are now REBRANDED and embraced giving us boners! So here I am with this random stranger who approached me with pic on A4A. With pictures, stating 'POZ undetectable' and he made a bold, forward proposition in a message. Less than a day later here we are, him telling me HIS story, me telling mine, all blunt and condensed. And he said he had a bolt of courage but was expecting to be SHOT DOWN... "And now you are here, buddy! Wanna fuck!? RAW IS LAW!" Shall I tell more? I probably won't as I don't want to rack up warning points if it shows up in the wrong section. (I had a much longer story but I deleted it, concerned it probably belongs in a different section. )

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.

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]

I breathed out deeply once I had closed the car door. It was done. My strapping younger son was safely delivered to the halls of residence, his first year at university about to begin, and I was done. Sure, fatherhood was lifelong, but this stage of it was over. Justin was starting out on his road to independence, his brother Jacob had already done so two years earlier, and I was now something of a free man. The boys were my pride and joy. Smart, athletic, good looking, popular, a perennial hit with the ladies - they were everything the right wing nut jobs would tell you they that never could have been with a single gay dad. But those things they were, and I was damn proud of it. Since their mother had thrown in the towel on parenting and marriage six months after Justin was born, they had been my entire focus. I had done a good job all things considered. My wife’s departure was obviously difficult, but it at least made me vow to never go down that road again. I have no regrets given the amazing two sons I have out of the whole debacle, but I knew I was gay before I even got married and it was tougher with each day to keep that side of me bottled up. I never made that mistake again, instead choosing to be honest with myself and those around me. Jacob and Justin grew up only knowing me as a gay man. Raising two sons by yourself does not leave much time for other pursuits, and I was basically celibate for fifteen years. Sure, I had many offers from my sister and parents for babysitting, but to be honest whenever I took them up on it and got out of the house, all I wanted to do was check into a hotel and sleep. However, once the boys were old enough that they could be left at home for a few hours with Jacob in charge, I finally started to re-explore the world of men, something that I had only done a little at university before meeting Simone. Well, it turned out that there was something of a pig in me who was finally being let out of the pen. At first I tried just generic - almost vanilla - hookups, but after I’d had my first visit to a gay sauna I realised my true nature lay on the sleazier side of things. I was initially versatile, and went on PrEP so I could safely engage in bareback sex with any man who fancied a session. In time I found I was really more of a bottom, although perfectly willing to top when the moment called for it. My preference, however, was to just be bred over and over, and I cared not by whom. But then I got bored. Maybe it was that age old problem of the excitement of something eventually wearing off, to the point that you start to look for the next thing to tickle you. I didn’t want that to be chems or other drugs, so I guess I started looking for it in the sex. Despite being on PrEP, I found there to be something exciting in hooking up with poz guys and having them shoot their toxic seed in me. I actively started seeking it out, engaging in a growing fantasy of being pozzed, and not always being honest with the tops that I was in fact on PrEP. I guess it was something of an epiphany that led to me realising that I didn’t just want the fantasy anymore. I wanted the real thing. I mentally flip-flopped on it for a long time, convincing myself in the comedown from a sex high that it was just a fantasy that I used to get turned on, but eventually it became impossible to convince myself that this was the case. It was obvious: I wanted to convert. However, I wanted to have some control over it, rather than just going off PrEP and randomly finding out some day that I had been pozzed. It was a turn-on for me, but also a transition to a new stage of life, and I wanted to choose when it was going to happen and be ‘in the moment’ with it all. As such, I joined the ranks of chasers online, seeking an actual unmedicated (and willing) top through the sea of undetectables. Many a hope was dashed along the way, finding myself being repeatedly ghosted once whichever guy I was talking to had presumably got his rocks off wanking about the fantasy. It was all quite disheartening, but then I seemed to strike gold. The guy - who went by the username PozMids - was a little older than me, and lived in a former mining town in the north Midlands. He ran what he described as a ‘social club’ for older poz guys, utilising the premises of his old family business in a warehouse on an industrial estate. He told me it was a relatively closed circle, but members were allowed to bring in some entertainment every now and then with the agreement of everyone else. He was proposing that I be that entertainment, after what he said had been a ‘stealthy vetting process’. It eventually transpired that some of the guys who had flaked out on me had actually been testing me to make sure I fit whatever they considered to be the requirements. Well, wouldn’t you know it, but Justin had been accepted to the University of Nottingham, meaning I was going to be driving him up to the Midlands. It wasn’t too far to get to where this club was going to be meeting, and PozMids had told me that that I was welcome to stay for a long weekend as he had built a couple of bedrooms with basic facilities into the former offices of the warehouse. I just had to bring what food and drink I might want for any downtime I had, and otherwise my needs would be catered for by the group. This all sounded too good to be true, and I fully expected another flake-out. However, after dropping Justin off at his halls of residence, I messaged PozMids again and got an immediate reply containing the full address that I needed to go to. It was going to happen! I set off in the car, but had to pull over after a few minutes and compose myself. I was seriously excited, but I think I also needed to check that my racing heart was not a sign of impending doubt. Was this taking a fantasy too far? Did I really want to deliberately convert? I got out of the car and lit a cigarette. Bad habit, not one I really had in my day-to-day life, but was a good nerve calmer when I was letting my inner pig out. It did the trick. Yes, this is what I wanted, and I was just pumped up as I was excited about it, with a possible mild tinge of wondering if I was unwittingly going round to a serial killer’s place of business. I chuckled to myself when I realised that was exactly what I was doing, from a certain point of view. Cigarette smoked, I got myself together and then set off again, putting on some music to accompany the drive. When I eventually found my way through the industrial estate to where my satnav was sending me, I parked up and got out of the car. There were a few warehouses around and it was far from obvious which one I was actually supposed to be heading for, so I got my phone out and messaged that I had arrived. While waiting for a response I then got my bags out of the car, dumped them on the pavement and lit another cigarette. Bags. Yes, plural. You see, aside from wanting the normal provisions you need for a weekend away, I had also brought my stash of kinks. Various bits of leather, some toys, a blindfold, a marker pen, and of course my douching equipment, lube and poppers. I was well ready for whatever these guys might be into, or of course for what I was into myself if I was given that choice. I had a vision of how I wanted at least part of this weekend to go, so thought I better come prepared. As I was approaching the end of my cigarette, I heard a door open behind me. Upon turning around, I saw a man emerge and immediately recognised him as PozMids. “Glad you could make it” he said, smiling as he walked towards me. “It’s always fifty-fifty.” “The odds are worse than that from my experience” I replied, also smiling. “True, true” he replied, reaching out to shake my hand as he got to me. “Anyway, I’m Peter, and welcome to my little place.” “Not so little” I said, looking back at the warehouse. “But I’m very pleased to be here. I’m Brad” “Good to meet you Brad” he said. “Now let’s get you inside and settled before everyone else arrives.” I picked up my bags and followed him inside, going up some stairs as soon as we walked through the door to reach a set of rooms. He directed me into one of them, where I found a single bed with a small set of drawers beside them, and then he showed me where the admittedly clean bathroom and kitchen were. I had honestly expected it to be a bit of a state, but he seemed to keep the place in good order. He also showed me the small balcony area at the side of the building, I guess having realised I might want somewhere to go and smoke. He left me to get unpacked, showered and cleaned out, and suggested I get dressed in whatever I was most comfortable in for the evening before coming back downstairs for a drink. I thus got on with all that, having a shower and then a bit of a douche to finish off a job I had quietly started before dawn at home while Justin was still sleeping. Once cleaned and dried, and with lube and a plug inserted in my rear end, I stepped outside wrapped in a towel to have a cigarette. I had another straight after, such were my nerves. Finally I felt ready to go all in on my outfit. First up a leather jockstrap, then some nice sturdy chaps and my Fuck Me Boots. I then got myself into a harness, my big thick padded wrist cuffs, and my muir cap. I then fished out and put on my 1.5 kilo silver chain, something I had bought on a whim and occasionally regretted given I was a bit too meek to wear it in my daily life, but which just seemed perfect for tonight. Finally, and with a bit of slow and careful effort, I used the marker and the convenient full-length mirror in the bathroom to write “POZ ME” on my buttcheeks. I had another cigarette outside to help me gather my nerves, and then went downstairs. There did not seem to be any other obvious rooms downstairs, so I went through the door into the main warehouse space. It was huge and thus looked pretty empty, but as I glanced around I saw there was actually quite a lot in there. Various mattresses, couches and chairs were dotted around, as were an array of big wooden boxes, upturned oil drums, a couple of slings, a St Andrew’s cross, and a padded leather fuck bench in the centre of the room. It was quite clear what this room was for, and I got an immediate hard-on. Over to the side was a bar area, and that’s where I saw Peter (aka PozMids) sitting on a stool with his back to me, looking at his phone. I coughed to make it clear I was in the room, and he swivelled round. “Well, you don’t beat about the bush” he said, smiling at me as I walked over. “Dressed like that, I think you’re not going to get much of a warm-up this evening. The guys will be all over you the minute they walk in.” “That’s what I was hoping” I said, smiling back at him. He offered me a drink, and I gladly took a large whisky. He also fished out an ashtray and slid it across the bar at me, letting me know I was fine to smoke in the warehouse. I happily lit up a cigarette as we sat on the stools having a drink. “So, you’re here to get pozzed” he said. “Are you sure?” “Absolutely” I replied. “Been wanting it for ages now.” “Fair enough” he said. “There’s a couple of guys coming tonight who are on meds, but most aren’t. One guy you won’t be able to miss has full-on AIDS.” “Great” I said, “hopefully tonight will be the night.” “I’m sure it will” he said. “I can get an old toothbrush out and make sure if you want.” “Actually” I replied, after hesitating, “I kind of want it to be natural.” “OK” he said, “although I have a big PA as do some of the other guys, so you’re going to get pretty worn out back there anyway.” “Cool” I said, smiling. “I like the sound of that.” “Any other limits?” he asked. “No” I replied, “I don’t think so.” “Well OK then. If you need a break just say, we’re not here to hold you hostage or force you to do things you don’t want to.” “Great” I said. “I’ve got quite a bit of stamina so hopefully I’ll be fine.” He necked the last of his drink, and then put the empty glass down on the bar. “Shall we get started?” [to be continued]

Went out of town for a weekend trip to Laughlin. Hooking up there is hit or miss, with mostly misses and very few hits. Saw this older Mexican man probably late 50's early 60's sitting at the bar in the casino playing video poker and I noticed he seemed to be staring down every man and woman passing by and was giving off vibes that he was looking for something, just wasn't sure what. Passed him a couple more times over the next hour or two and then finally decided to take a chance. I went over to the bar and sat next to him, ordered a drink and played some video poker. Eventually we started talking, first some small talk then slowly more revealing stuff. Found out he was divorced, and I used this as my in, asking if his divorce was due to her being a bad fuck and he responded that and a host of other problems, which took us to a conversation about how he hadn't had sex in months and that he'd be happy if he could at least get his dick sucked. I told him I'd be glad to help him out and he asked me if I had a room in the casino and I said yes. No sooner than I said yes he said "let's go", cashed out, paid the bartender, grabbed his beer and we went up to my room. He dropped his pants and sat in the chair not saying a word and I went to work. It took a while to get him off since he had been drinking quite a bit but he finally shot. Huge load from a thick 7"uc dick with about 2" of foreskin hanging from it. After he got off, he stood up, pulled his pants back on said thanks and left. I was thinking he was a 10 beer queer and left it at that. Went about my day the next day and got back to my room in the evening and found a note slipped in the keycard slot. All it had was a name and a number. I texted the number and it was him. I texted him and he called me right back. He told me he had come looking for me again the next day didn't see me around the casino and knocked on the door but I wasn't there. Told me he was nervous wasn't thinking and left too quick but wanted to get together again. By now it was late and he's 30 miles away from Laughlin so we agreed to meet on my next trip out, or he said he'd be willing to make a trip to Vegas now and then to meet up as well.

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Chapter 6. Two weeks later, Douglas sent me a message on WhatsApp. I hadn't heard from him in all the time since we left the beach. I had secretly hoped that Douglas had forgotten the whole thing. Douglas informed me that I should be at the Motel across town at 7pm that evening. He told me that I should go to the door of room 107 and knock on it. The room is located in the wing of the building, so the door can be accessed directly from the parking lot. All I need to know at this point is to be there at 7 p.m. In the evening, I told Max that I was going to the gym and drove my car to the motel parking lot. My heart was beating so hard I was afraid it would explode. With unsteady steps I walked to the door of room 107 and knocked on it. The door opened ajar, but I saw no one. I entered and an unknown gruff male voice told me to close the door behind me. The room was completely dark. The voice told me again that there is a blindfold on the table by the door that I should put on. "Are you ready," asked a rough male voice. "Yes," I replied. I noticed through the slits in the blindfolds that the lights were turned on in the room, but I couldn't see anything. I was led to sit on the edge of the bed, and they started asking me questions. What is my name, how old am I, am I in a relationship, what is my husband like, how big a cock does my husband have, do I also let other men fuck me, Does my husband know, do I use protection, do I let men cum in my hole raw... I answered the questions honestly. Finally a male voice said I should take my clothes off. I obeyed again. Finally, I sat on the edge of the bed naked, with only Blindfold on my eyes and socks on my feet. "Well then, get on all fours on the bed and now spread your cheating hole on us," said the rough-voiced man. "For us? Is there anyone else in the room besides the rough-voiced man". I was lying on the bed with my ass up and my head in the sheets. I spread my buttocks with both hands. "You first," said the gruff one. I heard someone spit and must have rubbed his spit on his cock. After that I felt a hot cock in my hole. "Give the cheating husband what he came here for," said the rough-voiced man. I felt the cock sinking into my ass. I shuddered from both pain and ecstasy. The man hammered my ass for a while and the rough-voiced man told me to beg the man to seed me. I kept repeating breed me, breed me... And the man roared and seeded me. As the man pulled out of me, I felt a new cock on my hole. With a strong thrust, the cock sank deep into my already spermed hole. The unknown man began to push and pull at a fast pace. Soon he emptied his load inside me too. After that, the rough-voiced man told me to spread my hole again and thank the unknown seeders. I did as I was told. Very soon I heard the sounds of getting dressed from the room and very soon I heard how the front door of the motel room opened. The room became very quiet. 5 minutes later I guessed there was no one left in the room. I opened the blindfolds and saw that the room was empty. I got dressed quickly and left for my car. When I got home I had received a whatsapp message from Douglas, where he told me to send him a video showing sperm pouring out of my hole. Fortunately, my husband Max was watching his favorite series on netflix, so I quickly sneaked into the bedroom and videoed my hole and pushed out the sperm of unknown men. I fingered my hole at the same time and it felt really good. I sent the video to Douglas and he complimented me on being a nice slut and sent me back a short video clip taken in a hotel room. In the video, I sat in a hotel room with blindfolds on my eyes and answered a rough-voiced man's questions with my own name. Douglas said he has the entire video of my insemination. We could watch it together sometime, Douglas messaged.

So hot. Was your wife asleep inside while you let this stranger breed you in your garage?

I think the ‘HIV is no longer a death sentence’ thing needs qualifying. It means that a diagnosis of infection with HIV does not necessarily mean inevitable progression to Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome (AIDS), or that AIDS invariably leads to death. But it still can. HIV is no less deadly than it ever was; we just have better defenses - when we apply them. When we don’t apply them, we’re just as much at risk as everyone who got a death sentence in the ‘80s. I got HIV probably 30 years later, in 2011, and the medical advances did not save me from getting AIDS. The tests did not detect the virus in my body until it had almost finished its work, and yes, it would have been a death sentence for me in 2014 were it not for one savvy nurse and a quirk of my circulatory anatomy that saved me. I was trying to be careful (though not trying hard enough). I wasn’t out actively trying to get the disease and incubate it in my body. Yes, if you get HIV and don’t take the medication you have to take, it is a death sentence. Think of it like renting a room in your house to a serial murderer. You make sure you always keep all the doors locked so he can’t get at you, so you don’t have to worry about him killing you - but he’s in your house, and on the other side of the wall he’s thinking about it, and if he could, he would. You can’t ever, ever, let your guard down. You have to check the locks every single night, just like taking medicine. And even if you take all the medication as directed, you may live, but your quality of life will be less than it could have been, and will decline more steeply as you age. The meds aren’t a get-out-of-jail-free card.

This is going to get even hotter !🔥🔥🔥😛Bring it n man great chapters

I would agree if the Democratic party had a history of coming together behind the eventual nominee and turning out even if one's preferred candidate did not get the nod. That happened in 2020, primarily because so many people understood the threat that Mango Mussolini presented to the constitutional order; and I hope they would again, but voters can be fickle. Look at 2016, when Democratic turnout for Clinton tumbled from Obama's elections, particularly in MI/PA/WI. Had Democratic voters simply turned out for her the way they did for Obama, she would have won all three states and the presidency. It wasn't a case of blue-collar voters switching to vote for Trump; too many of the Democratic votes just stayed home. (And a lot of that was due to decades of lying about Clinton by the hard right, who couldn't stand the thought of a woman being in charge of them.) To a lesser extent that was true in 2000, when "Clinton Fatigue" was cited by a large number of non-voters as a reason to stay home, especially as Gore was seen as an extension of Clinton. And a lot of disaffected leftists have a habit of voting third party (Stein, Nader, etc.) rather than vote for a "compromised" Democrat. Nader was the worst example, of course, because the 97,000 votes he got in Florida almost certainly would have swung at least 2-1 (if not 3-1 or 4-1) for Gore, obliterating that >600 final advantage Shrub held in the state.

Actually, only appropriations legislation must originate in the House. A bill on any other subject may originate in either chamber. In fact, quite a few bills have passed the Senate and are piled up in the House being dutifully ignored by the GOP majority.

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?

{sorry for the long delay guys...} I heard the sound of Parker lighting up another cigarette, but then he reached across Grayson and held the packet towards me. I wasn't a smoker, but still reached up and took one, along with the lighter Parker had put into a gap in the packet. I lit the cigarette, and then chucked the lighter across Grayson back to Parker before taking a deep inhale. I managed not to cough, and instead enjoyed the light-headedness my first cigarette in a while caused. I then just lay there quietly smoking, appreciating the break but wondering what was to come. "Get that finished up soon" said Tucker, "the others will be here soon." "Yes sir" I replied, choosing not to ask any more questions. I duly finished my cigarette, and stubbed it out on the ground next to me. Tucker then appeared above me, offering me his hand to get me off the mattress. I allowed him to pull me up, and then stood and waited for further instructions. "Outside" Tucker said, gesturing towards the barn door. I hesitated a moment as he walked past me, but then turned and followed him out of the barn, with Grayson and Parker behind me. Tucker headed round the side of the building towards a tree, and as we got closer I could see through the dim moonlight that there were some things hanging down from one of the branches as well as some junk lying around on the floor. Tucker advanced towards the junk, leaned over into it, and a light that was part of the pile turned on. It was then I could see that the branch had a strap suspended over it, with one end attached to a thick leather collar and the other to a chain that then had two leather cuffs hanging off it. On the floor was another set of cuffs with a bar between them. I had seen enough porn to know what was to follow. I duly stood next to all this gear, and Tucker put the collar round my neck and closed it quite tight while Grayson got my wrists into the cuffs hanging off the other end of the strap. He and Parker then got my legs spread apart and attached the cuffs round my ankles, the bar making sure my legs would stay all splayed out. From somewhere a blindfold was produced that was pushed down over my head to cover my eyes, and finally a ballgag was inserted into my mouth and tightly strapped behind my head. "Now slut" said Tucker, "you're all set." I heard the three of them walk away, leaving me to get used to maintaining my balance. After a while I heard the crunch on gravel of several men approaching, who all started yelling about having found a slut they could use, a boy to corrupt and so forth. They didn't waste much time in getting down to business, with the first of several cocks shoved into my rear end quite unceremoniously. My insides truly took a battering from an array of thick cocks of various lengths, a number of them with piercings of one kind or another. I lost count of how many loads I took from them without seeing a single one of them, knowing from their growling and yelling that I was taking a lot of tainted seed. Eventually it was over, and I could hear the voices of the men disappear into the distance as they left. I remained stood there for a while, before hearing the crunching footsteps of Tucker, Grayson and Parker approaching. They got me unstrapped from the tree and spreader bar, removed the blindfold and ballgag, and then stepped back to look me up and down. "That should do it slut" Tucker said. "I think it's time for you to go." I nodded, and then looked down at the ground as I began to cry despite not wanting to do so in front of these men. This night had been a lot more intense than I had intended, and being so physically exhausted I think I just didn't have anything left in me. "No point in crying you big pussy" said Grayson. "You wanted infected, that's what you got." I knew there was no point in engaging any further, so I just started trudging back to the barn to get my clothes. However, just as I pulled up my jeans, I felt a tug on them from behind me forcing them back down. A hand on my back bent me over, and a cock slammed into my loose hole. "Needed one last go" growled Parker. He jackhammered into me for only a few minutes before releasing another load of cum into my abused insides, and then pulled out and allowed me to stand up straight again. I did not turn around, but instead just picked up where I had left off in getting dressed. "So here's the deal" he said. "I know a rich boy like you is probably going to college later this year. Before then, I'm going to be fucking you whenever and wherever I feel like it. Understand?" I just nodded, the fight beaten out of me by the evening's events. "I'm also going to be pimping you out if anyone's willing to pay" he continued. "Hell, if they're willing to pay enough then they can fuck both of us. Might be good to get away from here and try something new." I turned around at that point to face him. It was only then that I saw a slight crack in his facade, and realised that maybe he was a bit scared of his uncles despite the way he had acted earlier. He seemed to sense my understanding, and there was just a flicker of a pleading look on his face before he seemed to gather himself. He reached into his pocket for a cigarette and lit it up, before chucking the packet at me. I lit one up too, and we just quietly smoked together without saying anything. "I better go" I said, as I finished mine off and stubbed it out on the ground. "Yeah" he replied. "Got your number, and I'll text you when I need to fuck." I nodded at him, and then walked past him out of the barn to my car. I got in, put on my seatbelt, and then took one last look out of the window at Parker still standing in the barn watching me. I then fired up the car and drove off out of the farm, noting to myself how much my life had changed since I had arrived just a few hours ago. Who knew what was in store for me next. [to be concluded]

I paused so he lifted his right arm and instinctively I licked his pit. “I want your DNA inside me, your masculine cum”. He didn’t say anything but lifted his left arm and I licked every bit of sweat. “I want you to make me pregnant”. He told me to sniff the poppers and his chest. I inhaled the musk and poppers deeply. “I NEED to get pregnant”. He replied “good boy” and started to lick my hole. His tongue went deep inside me causing such a rush. The feeling was intense. He stood up with me at his feet looking up at his mighty weapon. “You want this inside you” he asked unscrewing the poppers. “Please sir, raw sir”. I sniffed deep his chest and poppers intoxicating. “You ready to be my dumb twink cumbucket, too stupid to ask my status?”. With that I flipped round with my smooth twink ass in the air. “Fill me daddy, make me yours, make me pregnant”. He didn’t need a second invitation. With that he slid into my hole, slowly at first to let me get used to his size then he picked up the pace pumping hard for a bit. I moaned so much at the pleasure such a muscular hairy alpha breeding me. He slowed down and asked “you like this meaty cock inside you?”. I replied “I love it, finally a real man inside me, you’re the biggest I’ve had”. He let me sniff the poppers and said “so you like this poz cock inside you, filling you?”. I moaned “yes daddy, breed me daddy, fill me daddy”. He replied mockingly “aww, should I pull out, save you from conversion?” I begged “no daddy, fill me, breed me, POZ ME SIR”. He picked up the pace, pumping harder and harder. “What do you want?” he growled. “Your poz cum, your DNA, your seed inside me”. I could feel his cock swell inside me and I knew it was the point of no return “infect me sir”. He exploded, growling and releasing rope after rope of poz cum inside me. The impact made me cum hands free for the first time ever. “Thank you sir!” He replied “welcome lad, you’ll always remember the today, my alpha seed inside you”. I thanked him for making me a man.

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)

@BootmanLA already covered the covid years. It's worth pointing out that the results span a 12 year period.

I'm not referring to the constitutional underpinnings, which are only the most rudimentary of frameworks - obviously critical ones, but hardly the basis for our entire electoral system. Washington didn't want parties but they were already a feature of politics even before his presidential terms ended. Parties already had formed for Congressional races as well as state ones, and it was only the universal admiration of Washington - something shared with no president since - that allowed him to stay above the partisan fray. Parties, like it or not, are baked into our system.

ohhhhh fuck, he's cute.... I had to look him up LOL.

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 can only assume that it's to be laid at the feet of Big Religion. When only those who adhere are "saved", it follows that those who don't are doomed. Then, it's an easy step to translate that pending doom into punishing the "already" doomed in the here and now. Maybe they think that doing the Deity's work for Him (not Her, of course), extra blessings may accrue to them. What's so interesting, is that the man that enabled all these openly-practiced hatreds is himself as perverted, emotionally stunted as a stone. I can only come to the conclusion that this inclination to hate has always been within human beings, but held at bay by cultural pressure to become better citizens, not worse. Just as happened 100 years ago in a certain nation of culture in Europe, one hellish man loudly and consistently screamed out over and over again how it was their "duty" to hate certain others. Mr. Johnson may prove to be Orange Jesus' Goebbels.

Yes, did not know, had not been tested in a while, guess I knew I was poz, just did not want it to be official. Guys would ask, id say probably an they still wanted to have bareback sex, was awesome an turn on for me. When I finally tested an was poz, they did the blood work, full blown AIDS. Never felt any different or anything. Had to go on meds pretty quick, like within the month after seeing a few doctors. They all said I had probably been poz for 5 plus years, maybe even 10 to be at the AIDS level i was at. The was 14 yrs ago, just see the doctor once a year now, everything is good!

That morning feeling when you wake up in the morning and feel the seed from last night dripping out your sloppy pig hole.

Sure, if you like the guy why not. I've already fucked a guy from one of the hostels in town. He was around late 20s, scruffy with his brown hair and bead roughly clippered, but I like scruffy so no problem for me. I used to buy him coffee because he'd hang around the bus station looking cold. After I mentioned kissing a guy one time he started giving me super cruisy vibes. Shifty eyes, adjusting his dick a lot. It reminded me of the curious 'straight' army guys that used to visit some of the local areas. Seemed like a good offer, I was totally up for doing it with him, so I said how about a coffee at mine. Things started out awkward. But he still followed me to the bedroom. Lots of shy but horny energy with him. Eventually we got our clothes off and I told him sit in my lap. I was sat on the bed and he sat in my lap facing me with his legs around my waist. We kissed and I told him he's a hot guy and how much I wanted to fuck him. He wasn't dirty or anything, hostels have showers, but he wouldn't have prepared his butt for unplanned sex. I took a chance and we fucked bare. No discussion, just lubed it up and started rubbing his hole. He didn't object so I went inside. I wondered how much he did this and if he'd ever done it for money, but actually he bucked a bit when I entered him and seemed quite tight so I think fairly limited fucking before then. I remember his warm furry stomach pressed against mine and feeling his legs flexing as he squeezed my dick inside his hot butt. And his kissing, which was kind of clumsy, but I liked our beards merging together. He was shy about eye contact, but had beautiful eyes. It was very intimate sex, slow and lots of kissing. I shot two loads in him that evening. My dick got a little messy, but who cares, it's nothing a shower didn't fix. So yeah, no problems with fucking a homeless guy. I suspected some issues with drug use however, and it's not unusual for homeless guys to have behavior problems. He seemed pretty chill and let me blast a couple of loads in his guts, but if I were a smaller guy I'm not sure I'd have taken my chances with him.

White daddy barebacking me from behind while he’s getting his point shoot up. I could feel his precum when he coughed out the rush. He went hard straight away holding my hip then fucked me brainless for hours.

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

Once again it's Two For Tuesday! Chapter 70: Double Stuffed Part 3. The waited got on the bed, and told my step dad to ride his cock. My dad eagerly did as told, and rode his cock for a few minutes before his twin mounted him. Surprisingly my dad didn't take it as well as I did. He was moaning in both pleasure and pain. Once he started thrusting, my real dad and I headed to the sofa where he instructed me to get ass up with my head over the arm. In this position we could still fuck, but be able to watch my step dad get double fucked. After they finished inside him, they came over to the sofa and had me clean their cocks while my dad was still fucking me. Dad went to the bathroom and splashed some water on his shirt to make it look like he was sweaty from gym and run. He didn't need much water though as he was soaked in sweat from his double breeding. The twins then moved to my bed where they watched my dad breed me. They were apparently spent from their session with my step dad. Although they were playing with each others cocks, neither seemed to rise to the occasion. Dad finished inside me, and we headed to the bed to join the twins, kissing them, and tweaking their nipples. Sadly that didn't seem to get them hard. The twins said no worries, with some more rest, they would rise to the occasion, and if not, they both had Tri Mix to make sure they made did! Chapter 4: Double Stuffed Part 4. Dad headed back to his room, where mom was spread eagle on the bed fingering herself, with the domed dish between her legs. Dads balls were heavy with cum, and although he preferred to be up my ass, he'd settle for mom's pussy. She told my step dad to shower, and join her for desert in bed. He towel off and headed to the bedroom where mom told him to lick her fingers clean. He did as she said, and then dad put his fingers into the whipped cream and said lick my fingers bitch! She obliged saying it had an odd taste, to which dad said maybe you should have put it into the fridge before you put your fingers up your pussy. She then grabbed my dad's cock, and told him that if he wanted it sucked, to coat it with the peanut butter pie. He did, and ended up telling me it was the most incredible blow job he'd had from her. Of course he ended up seeding her, but who wants to hear about that? Back to double stuffing! Nothing we did to the twins got them hard again, so they both injected themselves with Tri Mix. This was something totally unknown to me, and was a bit uncomfortable watching someone inject their cock. Although it was uncomfortable watching, it did the job! Now I hadn't had M2M sex before 18, but I was no stranger to my right hand. I remember being able to stay hard for several hours, and cumming multiple times. My real dad took both of their cocks like a champ! Much better than my step dad did. After they both nutted in him, they remained hard for 3-4 hours. The twins took turns breeding me while my dad watched me being the cum dump I was meant to be. After the twins left, my dad finished the night by putting his load deep in me. We then fell asleep with his cock still in my ass. When he slipped out, I felt a large metal plug inserted in my ass.

Chapter 67: Dad on Dad Once the waiter left, my step dad told my real dad that neither had fucked the other in ages, but that was all about to change. My real dad told me sorry you've had your fun already, now it's our turn. He did have a special request for me to video them, and I agreed. Both dads were already hard from seeing the waiters cock, especially my real dad hoping his twin could also be there and DP him just like they did his son. My step dad was hard trying to figure out how he could get in on the action. They started by 69ing each other. Both had already started to pre cum some and my real dad said there was nothing better than the taste of highly charged cum. My step dad agreed. They both agreed that whomever came first would be the one to get fucked first so they would have some time to recharge and fuck the other. My real dad shot his load first, and my step dad immediately mounted him after they kissed and swapped his cum. They both fucked each other hard and primal, with plenty of hot poz talk. Although I thought it might be a romantic session, it was anything but that. My step dad fucked my dad without mercy, spitting in his face, reminding him that he was fucking him just like he use to breed him. After my step dad flooded his guts, we again got in bed together with me between my two dads. They both had huge smiles on their faces, and my dad told my step dad he loved how the session reminded him of the first time they had piggy sex together. He told me that in fact it was the first time he had ever truly had piggy sex with anyone before, and how he had converted. My step dad then kissed me and said he guessed that's where I got my desire for piggy sex. My step dad thought he heard his wife getting back, and threw on his swim shorts, and got into the shower to make it look like he was coming from the pool. While my step dad was in the shower, my real dad told me he wanted me to fuck him for the first time. I told him I was wondering when he would ask! He told me my step dad had said I've become a good top, but practice makes perfect. My dad said if I was half the top that I was at a bottom, that would be great. After my step dad left, my real dad and I made out some, and before I made love to him, he said I've told you this before, but I will again. He said that he had never thought about pozzing me, at least not initially. He said he was somewhat suprised on how quickly I came to that decision with my step dad. In fact, he was suprised on how quickly I learned to like M2M sex. My real dad said he was vers, bur had always yearned to have my cock buried in him. With that he just said fuck me son. I told him that I wasn't going to fuck him, but make love to him. He smiled and said my step dad had taught me well. I then told him to get on his back, so that I could first eat his loaded ass. I remembered what he said about nothing tastes better than highly charged cum. I don't know that it actually tasted much, if any different though. Perhaps it did, or maybe it was just a mind fuck. I got as much cum out of his ass as I could with my tongue, and bent over to kiss him before I started to make love to him. Our session was very verbal, but in a loving way. My dad would say things like that's my boy, great job son, make love to me as i did to you, etc. I was also verbal by telling my dad I loved him, and I was so happy that he had came into my life again, and celebrated my new life, making me closer than we had ever been. I told him deep in my heart, I knew he wanted to be the one to first teach me about M2M sex, but understood the timing wasn't right, and frankly I wasn't sure that I was ready for it anyway. I made love to my real dad the longest that I had ever made love before. Although my balls were aching, when I thought I was going to cum, we talked and kissed each other, with my cock motionless inside him. After about 40 minutes my balls couldn't take it anymore. I shoved my cock deep in him as far as I could, pulsing my load deep in him. We rolled over on our sides with me never taking my cock out of him. We fell asleep in each other's arms, and after some time, my flaccid cock slipped out of him, leaving a huge amount of cum on the sheets. Not only was it a long session, but my edging in him built up quite a load.

Part 3: Father O’Brian walked in and made sure to not lock the door. He walked straight to my dad and started to make out with him. For 20 seconds I watched him kiss my father, wet tongue, and wondered how long my local priest has been a part of all this too. But then he stopped kissing dad and said “don’t stop boy, your dad needs to be used by his son too, don’t you think?” I instinctively obeyed and further rimmed my dads ass. It smelled like heaven. And I wanted to ask more about Father O’Brian, but couldn’t now keep off of dads hole with my tongue and lips. Father O’Brian started undressing and stated “I was about to head straight home from church, looong day. But then I got the most peculiar video of a tweeked out boy doing t and being a naughty naughty boy. Then just given this address and no questions asked. I’m so happy you are finally embracing your true self Alex.” As he was talking to me like another proud dad, I saw on his now shirtless self a biohazard symbol with what looked to be a skull. I figured this is what it means to be a proud poz man. And even though he’s older, Father O’Brian is very handsome. His eyes met mine while still licking dads hole and swallowing every taste I could. he smiled like dad and master then seeing my gaze while taking direction to eat our dads hole. Dad was squirming and moaning like I haven’t heard before. And being so loud, pretty sure anyone outside walking by could probably hear. Father O’Brian said “you like my tattoo my son? Yes, it took me a bit but with masters encouragement I embraced what I have become. I am a highly potent toxic pig myself. And knowing I infect others makes me feel accomplished. And seeing you fixed on it, I’d say you don’t mind. Must have been taught right already to lust for poz.” He took his pants off showing his black and gray jockstrap bulging through. Dad immediately went forward to it licking and sucking through the fabric. He moaned and smiled, and told me to grab the baggie. I did as instructed immediately. It was incredible seeing dad now in heat. When I grabbed the bag, father obrian spit on my dads face. He smacked his face a bit, not a whack but definitely wasn’t expecting that. He told me to use his card he handed me to crush a line. “I know you know how to make a line. But here’s a trick I’m gonna further teach you. Take this straw and scoop the crushed tea with it.” I was handed a cut plastic straw, what looked it was used with scissors or something. I crushed a line, scooped a bit of t in it. As I scooped father O’Brian took out his own lube from his pants on the floor. Apparently priest come prepared. He applied it to dads hole while telling dad to stay still. Then those magic words “now put that line onto your dick my son” said father O’Brian. “are you sure? What if it falls off?” “then you’ll scoop it up with your tongue. It’s not gonna go to waste” I slowly scooped the crushed bits into the straw and found it easy to poor right on my hard cock. This was amazing. “Now my son, slam your cock into your own fathers hungry hole!” ”wont that burn? It burned my nose and this is a huge line.” I said Dad barked “FUCKING DO WHAT YOUR TOLD SON, REMEMBER WHAT YOU AGREED TOO! I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME ROUGH NOW.” I had a second hesitation thinking of everything. My dad may of fucked me, but I never imagined he was a bottom before. I never imagined a priest would be ordering him around or have me put t on my dick. And all of a sudden, I went forward. I slid my cock into dads hole without going slow. Dad just looked back at me on all fours “MMMMMM GOOD SON, KEEP IT THERE AND LET MY NASTY POZ HOLE ABSORB THE DRUG.” I felt it sizzling in his warm hole. This is amazing . Father O’Brian then took my head, brought it to his, and made out with me. Dad started ti ride my raw cock that was inside of him, squeezing his hole onto my dick. This was all so much but felt just right. Like I was meant for incest. father O’Brian took his full dick out and dad knew what to do. He was getting so high with every passing second. He was an animal. I didn’t even know he could be like this. Father O’Brian parted our kiss saying “you know your next, right boy? And when I fill you that will be your third different strain of poz cum. I’ve been wanting to bug you for years. Just like your master and I did to your father.” I started to Moan like a pig hearing and feeling all this. “You want to be poz right now, don’t you boy?” “oh yes father, yes father O’Brian” ”good, but first cum inside your actual father. Give him your pathetic neg load. It won’t be long till you have the fuck flu. Now breed. Breed you father. Then I will breed you. And you will have for sure chances of claiming a biohazard tattoo. I know you want to earn one, say yes slut.” I was pounding and pounding and pounding and screamed “YES FATHER, I NEED TO BE POZZED!” With that I felt my balls tighten and my cock shoot my load deep inside dads cock. I heard him scream like an animal. I thought it was pain after finishing I was going to pull out. But dad held me right there and rode me harder. “I promise you son, you will be poz like us. Ahhhh fuck you feel amazing.” then father O’Brian went behind me, took his cock and covered it in shards I crushed from the bag. I felt lube spurted on my hole and without earning an intense burn and pain. Father O’Brian fucked be without warning. Kept going inch by inch so fast. And he stayed there. “stay their boy. I know it hurts but I’m gonna show you what you just did to your dad…just rougher and better.” The shards hurt like a bitch. I screamed and felt them slowly dissolve. Father O’Brian and dad both held me. Dad was still keeping my cock in his hole while father O’Brian kept his burning shard covered cock in me. It felt like 8 inches fully hard. “Mmmm your hole is so good. It just is asking to be used and abused. And no doubt you will be bugged with my dick and load added.” suddenly the shards started To kick in effect and my ass was on fire but in the best Way. Father O’Brian went back and forth slowly telling me “ your not the first father and son I’ve done this too. Come to church more often and I’ll tell you who else. You can always come to my office or confession booth. My other employees will love you too.” He was kissing my neck and started to increase his speed. The shards were now fully dissolved. Dad just said “I’m jealous son, to be pozzed and converted again is something I wish would could repeat.” then father obrian just started going full force on my ass. He rapped his hands around my throat and was chocking me. Dad just said how hot this was. But even with lack of air I slid back on the priests raw toxic dick. He let go to give me a Moment to breath and asked me “shall I give you my toxic load my boy?” “OOOOH FUCK POZ ME!” I responded. Then felt his cock tense, his sweat drip on me, my dad still on the floor with my cock still in his hole, and felt the biggest load that shot inside me yet. father obrian moaned so loud. He kissed me, then chocked me some more. Then finally as he was done moaning he collapsed on top of the both of us. we were all sweating, tweeked and in total bliss. We took a moment to kiss one another before getting off of eachother one by one. I got back on the couch with both my dad and Father Obrian next to me. They looked at me and Father Obrian said “you will for sure be poz soon Alex.” Smiling like before with a devilish smirk. How fitting for a face of a priest. dad looked at the supplies and said “there are still two slams left. What shall we do?” Then Father Obrian looked at him and said “one for each of your sons arms.” without a moment to respond they held me down. Even still flying as I was, they both kept me on the couch with little resistance. My first slam was intense with just one arm, but now they both were strapping bands on each arm, swabbed my veins with wipes, stuck me one at a time, and heard “on three. One, two THREE.” to be continued

"Not bad," said Sid. "I was bed-ridden for a while and sweating like mad, but I'm over the worst I reckon" As he spoke, Arthur took me by the wrist and took me upstairs. Sid came up behind, and I felt his hand on my bottom. "Very nice, I've missed that." He said We went into the TV room. There was an old man watching some porn, leaning back on the sofa and playing with a fat, swollen cock. Arthur pulled me onto my knees on the sofa. "Pass the lube", he said to the old man. He passed over a crumpled tube which Arthur squeezed onto a finger and smeared on my arsehole. "You ok, Sid? Heard you were sick." said the old man "Much better, thanks Jim."Said Sid. As he spoke, he steadied my arse and slid his cock up me" "So what was it?" Asked Jim "Just the bug doing its work" He said, thrusting in and out of me. "Well, you'll feel beeter still if you get some dirty cum off your chest!" said Jim They ignored me, treating me as a wet, hole to breed with as they spoke. "Oh yeah," gasped Sid. "Can't hold it today! Gonna cum!" Arthur pushed my shoulders down as Sid began to shudder. "That's it," he said "Fuck it. Empty that dirty cum into it!" SId gasped and his cock began to throb and I knew he was cumming in me. After a few moments, he pulled out and sank onto the sofa, his cock dripping with cum. "I could do with a bit of that!" said Jim, getting heavily to his feet He got behind me and thrust his cock into my cummy hole, resting his old belly on my buttocks as he began to slide in and out. "Is it poz or neg?" He asked Arthur as he began to pant. Arthur grinned. "We've all had it so I guess its a poz arse!" "In that case - here it cums!" cried Jim as he pozzed me.

Chapter 8 I looked into dads eyes. He held my gaze and our eyes locked onto each other. The pain was sharp and I wanted it to end but looking at dad stopped me from resisting any further. I was safe. This was my dad. He was going to take care of me. But he had the head of his cock inside me. My dad. But all the hits from the pipe and the bottle made it easy to put those thoughts to the side and focus on what we were here for. Fucking. The pain was new though and I noticed that my cock was soft because of it. "Take deep breaths in and out. It will make this easier ok? I'm not going to hurt you son." He was hurting me now but I did as he said and took a deep breath in through my nostrils and then let it go out of my mouth. "That's it son. Just like that." I took another deep breath in. When I let it go, dad pushed more of his cock inside me. The pain went from sharp to something more like intense pressure in my hole. As he pushed his cock deeper, I could feel my hole stretching for it. My exhale came with a sigh of pleasure at the end. Dad closed his eyes tight like he was in pain but it seemed to pass quickly. He opened his eyes and looked back down at me. "You are so tight son. I almost came you feel so good. Are you ok?" I nodded first. "Yeah dad" I whispered. "Are you all the way in?" Dad chuckled. He grabbed my hand and pulled it down to his cock. There was still so much of it left! I wrapped my hand around the base of dads cock and thats when I realized. I looked over to where the bowl where the pipe was laying. "Uh dad do we need a condom?" He smiled at the question. "That's the beauty of what we're doing Coop. You trust me right? Do you trust your dad?" I nodded again. "Son I want your first time to be as pure and natural as it ever will be. This first time should be raw son. Nothing between you and your dad. What you feel pushing in you son," he began pushing more of his cock into me, "is your dad's bare cock going deeper into the hole I made." My eyes went wide at those words. I hadnt thought about it that way. He made me. I always knew that, sure, but right now as we were getting as close as two people could, it hit me that I was losing my virginity to the man who brought me into the world. That should have made me feel at least confused but I noticed that my cock was hard as steel again as I stroked it and moaned softly. "Yeah? Is it starting to feel good son? You like how your dads cock feels inside you?" Again, I nodded. "Youre inside me dad. You feel....oh dad....feels...so deep." His eyes widened at those words and suddenly I felt him thrust deep in me and I heard and felt his balls slap against my ass. I lost my breath for a second as my body took on the force of dads thrust. I closed my eyes and tried not to make it look like the shock also came with pain. I could feel the fullness of dads cock in me. "Now son. Now I'm all the way deep inside you. You have all of your dads cock up in you son. Raw. Just as its supposed to be." I nodded still working to breathe away the pain. He held himself there propped up above me. I could tell he was giving me time to work this out. And after a couple of deep breaths, it was just the pressure again. Something must have shown in my face because as I relaxed more, dad brought the weight of his body back down on top of mine and whispered in the ear closer to the wall, "You feel so good Coop. I love you so much son." "I love you too dad" I whimpered. Dad pressed his lips to mine and we began making out again, our passion and love all in that kiss. "So fucking hot" I heard one of the guys say, reminding me that we werent alone. Having dad pop my cherry was so intense I almost forgot the three guys watching. I tried to look over through my peripheral vision and couldnt make out any real details but it was clear that they were totally focused on us. We were putting on a show. Me and my dad letting guys watch our incestuous act. All this running in my brain while dad and I were making out somehow made me even harder and I felt dad press himself harder against me and inside me like he wanted to get even deeper. I met his weight by pushing up against him and wrapping my legs around his waist again. Thats when I felt him start to rock inside me. Slow at first not pulling out much but gradually working into a slow rhythm of fucking. The pressure was subsiding now and I was starting to feel him hit what must have been the spot he rubbed when he fingered me. His cock had found it and it made me moan when dads raw thickness brushed up against it. Dad lifted himself onto his knees not altering his speed. Keeping it steady and long. He was pulling almost all the way out and leaving only the head in and then slowly pushing back balls deep into me. It almost felt like a tease. I didnt want him to pull out but that motion would get that spot. "You guys like what you see?" I looked at the guys and they didnt need words to answer dads question. The look on all of their faces I figured out later was need. Dad and I were experiencing something they wouldnt be able to. This was special and this was probably the closest they were ever going to come to incest, to family sex that was this loving and connected. "My sons hole is so tight, wrapping around my raw cock." He leaned back slightly and Grant came closer to the bed getting a close up look at dads cock slowly pushing back into me and causing me to moan in pleasure. His huge cock was dripping pre cum as he stroked it. Seeing dad inside my hole he hissed a long "fuuuuuuck." "Dad your cock feels so good." I wanted to help dad with what he was doing by making things dirty and twisted the way all these guys seemed to like it. I did get a reaction but they were grunts from the guys. They were beyond words now. "Yeah son?" We weren't whispering anymore. "Your hole feels so good around my raw cock. You are so beautiful son." "You made me dad." And even though we were doing this for the guys, it was still working on us and that definitely worked on dad as his face turned just then. He looked like he was focusing, concentrating really hard, and he sped up his fucking too. "Oh fuck son. My beautiful son. Perfect...fuck...fuck...I'm gonna...oh I'm close son." He unwrapped my legs and pulled them up bent at the knees so my feet were planted against his chest. As his thrusts got faster he kept hitting that spot over and over and it was getting me to my edge too. "Dad youre hitting that....oh dad....youre gonna...make...me...cum too dad." "Let me see that load son. Spray that cum everywhere son! I'm gonna breed you son. You want that? You want the cum that made you shooting deep in you son?" "Yeah dad! Fuck the cum out of me dad! Breed your son dad I want that cum dad!" And that did it. My cock just started spraying rope after rope of cum, my body just convulsing and losing total control. I was only stable on the bed because at the same time, dad thurst hard into me and I could feel his full weight pressed against my hole as he screamed out with his head tilted back "I'm cumming in you son. Take this load of the cum that fucking made you!" I swear guys in the hall would have been able to hear it. Dad stayed in that position while he came what seemed at least as big a load as mine. His body kept spazzing too up against my hole. It was so hot realizing that dad was shooting his cum in me. I hadnt ever thought about that before. Dad had taken my virginity. When he finally came out of his cum haze he leaned back down and lay on top of me making out. I was still coming down from my own orgasm, easily the biggest and best I had ever had before. And it was dad who gave it to me. I wrapped my arms around him. I was in love with this man. Yes, the way a son should love a dad but also in love with him. I didnt want to leave this moment in my life. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen" I heard Luke say. Dad and I turned to them and saw that they were still stroking their cocks. Either they came and stayed hard or hadnt cum yet. I didnt see any cum but mine in the room. Some of my ropes of cum hit the wall next to and behind the bed. Dad turned from them back to me. "You up for more?"

NOTE: This is a 4 part story, I wrote all of it already, but I'm translating it to English. PART 1 Everyone said that Andrew had only become friends with me in the last year of school because of interest. He was the typical popular guy who doesn't really care about studying, whereas I've always been the nerd. Until that year, we had never really talked, but all of a sudden, he started to sit next to me. Within weeks, he had me under his wing. All the people who ignored me at school suddenly became my friends. He would always need help with his homework and he asked me to give him the responses of the tests, so everyone said he was just using me. But it was thanks to him that I started talking to people more, so it was a fair exchange. On weekends, we always went to someone's house to drink, which I had never done before. What no one saw is that Andrew was really a nice guy to me. Whenever we were alone, he did everything he could to get a smile out of me. He promised to protect me and said I was the only person he could really trust, so I trusted him too. Naive as I was, it didn't take me long to fall in love. The year went by very quickly and graduation was just around the corner. Andrew still hadn't received his grades in some subjects and he was afraid of failing the finals. I was not worried about my grades, so my real fear was what would happen next year. I would go to college, he would start working, so we wouldn't see each other that often. I was scared at the prospect of us getting too far apart and the friendship ending. That's why I decided to completely open up to him. If I confessed my feelings, maybe he could say he felt the same way. I suspected he liked me too and didn't have the heart to admit it. So, I decided to open up one day after school. "I'm in love with you," I said. “Dude, this is weird,” he said. “I suspected you were gay, but I'm not. I’m sorry.” The disappointment of it hit me full force and I ran home. I never wanted to see Andrew again. When night came, however, he started calling me and I answered, hoping he had changed his mind. “I've been thinking about what you said,” he said. "Forget about it", I asked. “No, maybe I can be with you, but for that you have to help me with something first.” "You know I would do anything for you", I confessed. "Meet me at the school door in half an hour". I took a shower and used a lot of perfume, hoping that he would finally make my dreams come true. If Andrew agreed to be with me, even if it was just once, I would be the happiest person in the world. When I arrived at school, he was already waiting for me, sitting in front of the place, he looked restless. "You took your time," he said, and my heart fluttered. "What am I supposed to do for you?" I asked anxiously. “My grades came out today and almost everything went well. But I’m failing Geography. I'll have to take the remedial exam and you know this has always been my worst subject, there's no chance that I’m getting good grades.” "You can do it, I'll help you study," I suggested, thinking that was what he wanted. “I came to the school earlier to talk to Mr. Jenkins and he said there's another way.”

Part 2 – Jeremy and Ben “Holy shit! They really did a number on you! Don’t cringe, I won’t hurt you. I only slipped 4 fingers in your hole. Still hot and creamy! and still tighter than your girlfriend twat upstairs. Here, taste it! Go on, clean them all. Good girl. I see Carlos gave you a tongue-piercing… I must say he doesn’t have much practice with it. The last few guys ended up with a permanent lisp… not that it really matters… it would just look normal on a faggot like you… but it looks like he got it right this time. Your pretty also. I understand why Dimitri cornered you at the bar. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no homo like you, but if it was the case, I would certainly had gone the extra mile to bring you in my bed.” “Ignore my hardon. I took two man’s pills earlier to put me back in business. I was planning to pork the slut another time. Because she’s so out of it now, I can barely maintain an erection, thus the pills. Well, at first and the following 3-4 times I alternated fucking her cunt and her shitter, she fighted with beak and nails. Then, the lazy slut went totally catatonic… well that was before Dimitri and Carlos showed up and crawled next to her in my bed… Dimitri has this special way to get the best of any slut or faggot like you… even when you feel you are on the road of your death… he always find a way to bring you back to life! Fuck, he is the greatest! Then Carlos felt asleep while Dimitri was training your girl to deepthroat him. So, I invited myself here to crash and get some sleep.” “You have a nasty black-eye. Somehow you must have displeased the guys, because most of the time, they are nice and gentle fellows. Hold still, let me pull your eyelid up… easy boy… just up a little more… Mmmh… really nasty... it already turned into a dark purple color. Lucky for me, there are no permanent damage! I'm way too much tired to attend some faggot wounds. You should be okay after a month or so. Humm… what is this? Contact lens? You lazy fuck! You, faggot whore, got too excited by the prospect of a fuck that you forget the basics of hygiene… This one is torn. Lets see if I can removed it. First, we should clean your eye from the dry cum. Yuck... is this your boxer?” “…issss! ……iisss! …urnnn” “What did you say? Oh! Piss! It burns! How the fuck should I know that you pissed your underwear like an old incontinent fart! Of course, it burns idiot! Anyway, your eye is still too dry, the lens won’t budge. Don’t move… Sorry! I was trying to spit in your eye and I completely missed my target. Bullseye! I got it right this time. Oh fuck! Now, it’s too wet! I can’t grab it with my fingers. Hold on, there is a plier here. Don’t be so frantic! This won’t work if you don’t stop trashing around like this. Turn on your side and lift your leg a little, there, yes like that… Fuck! I liked how my 7-inch cock wormed its way in your cum-lubricated hole. Tight and warm… Such a good faggot… Much better, you can’t move freely as before… if you do, then you will have to fuck yourself on my dick… well… you would probably like that… but don’t get any idea… I don’t fuck faggot… Now, ignore my cock up your ass… ignore the plier…” “We should really clean you up. While I was removing the lens, I got to look you up closely, and you do have pretty girlie face… No one ever made you the compliment? It’s true, with a face like this and your well-toned body, it wouldn’t take much hormonal therapy to get you a nice pair of tits… I bet your girl would be jealous… I might suggest it to Dimitri… Anyway, up to the shower… Ah! yes, your hands… I am not sure it would be a good idea to remove the tie wraps… Dimitri must have good reasons… Come on, up! Holly shit! This is really what we call having “wobbly legs”! Hurry up! I want to get some sleep before soon. Do you need to shit? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Okay sit and do your business, I will shower first. You pervert! Are you ogling my junk? For fuck sake! What now? Is that tears? I don't know you well faggot, but it didn't occurred to your goddamn sissy brain to shed a tear or two while I was removing your lens? Maybe you like straight guy to spit on your face... Open your mouth... there... don't swallow yet... savour it! Hey, I am not mad if you [banned word] on me… to each his own fantasies…” “ass… urgt…” What? "AAASS… URGT…” “Don't raise your voice on me, twisted fuck! Your ass hurts? Of course, it hurts, you dumb fuck, you got fucked by Carlos’ lethal weapon! Why are you showing me your ass?” “…on …nin… …on …nin… …urgt” “You know, you are a fucking high-maintenance faggot… lucky for you that I am such a nice guy… let me see… what the fuck… what do you have in there? Push… Harder! Don’t be a wuss… Push harder! A doorknob!? Why the fuck did you stick a doorknob up your ass?” “…owt …eee, …owt …eee” “Not you, Unnhh! Dimitri? Of course, it was Dimitri. Who knows what he can dish out to amuse himself! Was it before or after Charles fucked you? In between fucks… the guys are incorrigible! It must have been an amazing experience for you, although a faggot like you might have done it a numerous of time before, anyway… with Charles’ pierced nine-inch cock pushing relentlessly the knob deeper and deeper… your pussy muscles must have worked overtime and give the guy a really good fuck. I wished I would have been here to see it! Maybe I can put it back with my cock after your shower… Whoa! Whoa! No need to protest like this… I know it would never be same as with Charles… Your guts might be stretched like crazy, ready to be fisted! Anything else in there? No? Sure?” “You are not going to act crazy on me if I untied your hands, right? Hmmm… you look like a desperate guy… and desperate guy has normally nothing to lose… so I am doing you a favor… Your arms feel better already? Yes? Good. Your fingers? What about them? You need to understand me… I am still not sure if I can totally trust you… so I decided to brake some fingers of yours as an insurance… you know… I untied your hands, I broke fingers, it’s a given-given…” “Ok then, up in the shower with me… while you rinse, I will remove the safety pins from you lips and nads… as well as the needles from your tits… Huh? What have you buried in your piss slit? How come you don’t know? Dimitri must have put it in one of your “passed out” episodes, I guess… It looks like a wooden chopstick. Does it hurts when I pull like this? It’s stuck, go figure… If you try to piss? No piss… Jerk yourself a little to see if it comes out… For chrissake… jerk like you mean it… we need to lube the stick and your piss tube one way or another to get it out… I have another idea… Turn around facing the shower, it will wash all the blood droplets… Bend over a little, forget the pain and put your hands against the wall in front of you, I’m still hard from the pills… I admit it, a bad move from my part… but I’m really hard and since you can’t jerk, I will fuck you until you cum… and it’s your own fault if you have such a beautiful ass. Aaahh! I like to go full-deep on the first plunge… If you give me a really, really good fuck, faggot, it can be over in no time. So start, tighten this ass…” I fucked his ass for twenty-five minutes straight, leaving Ben with no reprieve. He went through various stages of agony before he reached a painful orgasm. A lot of cum dripped around the chopstick. What was even more fascinating is the chopstick did indeed slip out from his cock, at least enough for me to grip it and in one merciless hard move, pull it out. The faggot shrieked like a pig at the slaughterhouse. The chopstick showed a lot of tiny bloody splinters… cheap bamboo stick…” “You look exhausted like you did all the fucking... I am not sure you can walk back to the living room… I don’t want you to fall and hurt yourself… crawl on all four instead… it will give you a chance to stretch your arms… I already told you, I can’t do anything about your fingers… hop, hop, hop… to the couch! What? You didn’t think I would let you sleep in your piss-soaked mattress after I worked hard to clean you up? Nope… on the couch with me… after all I need to keep an eye on you. You might make a run for the door, who knows… Yes, it is going to be a little tight with the two of us. Now… get closer… I will cuddle you… push your hips down… perfect, now don't pull away... I’ll stick my hardon in you. Oh so good! Stop complaining… You had your fun in the shower and get to nut your load… well… my turn. Pull the blanket and fuck yourself while I take a nap… And don’t stop until I paint your guts with my load… and one more thing don’t try any of your homo stuff on me… or else…!”

Chapter 5: Dibs on Dad's Ass (Sorry, this is a short chapter as it is kind of a wrap up for the end of chapter 4) Matt and I lay on our backs, still connected by the rubber monster-cock double header, Jason still impaled on his brothers massive dick. All three of us slick with sweat and chempiss and breathing heavily as Matt started to slowly gyrate his hips again, using his ass to fuck me while his thick cock began to slowly move in and out of Jason's hot ass again. It doesn't take long for him to pick up his pace as he puts a hand on each of Jason's hips as he begins to thrust harder and bounce his older “little” brother off hips, and while I am fucking LOVING the sight, my eyes keep rolling back in my head as the dildo I am sharing with Matt is REALLY grinding against my prostate. “FUCK YES, FUCK ME BRO” Jason yells as he raises on arm and does an impression of riding an electric bull. Loud wet sounds of skin slapping skin echo in the room as Jason bounces back to meet Matt's thrusts into his slick wet hole. Small amounts of Matt's piss leak out when he pulls back and it splashes over the rest of us as he drives back into Jason's eager man-cunt. The smells of our wet sex filling the air only adding to the buzz from all the chems my boys have fucked into me. I am swimming in sensation overload as Matt grunts, “god damn, I'm getting close bro... Hop off, I wanna bust in Dad” Jason's face flashed a wicked smile as he slowly stood up, His brothers hard cock slowly inching out of his hole until it came out with a wet plop and slapped against Matt's washboard abs and the remaining chempiss poured out over the two of us still on our backs. As the hot wet torrent let up, he finished standing, and turned around, squatting over my face and eager tongue. Jason's ass was fully gaped, the red and swollen lips futility trying to close as I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him down to my eager mouth. I was eagerly eating his Jason's hole as Matt pulled away from me. No idea who the dildo came out of first or last, but I was only just feeling the “cool” air breezing into my gaping fuck hole before I felt my youngest son's massive cock head pressing against my hole. Fortunately both it and I were still fully lubed as Matt quickly drove his dick into me. He only paused to enjoy the warmth for a second before he began to fuck me with a pace similar to what he had been using on Jason. I tried to let out loud moans of Ecstasy, but I was fully muffled by Jason's perfect muscle ass straddling my face. “AW FUCK YEAH, breed him bro!” Jason yelled as he held my legs up to make it easier for his Matt to plow into me at full force. The room filled with a mix of grunts, squishing, sloshing, and slapping sounds as Matt jackhammered into me. Any pretense of “form” was missing as he was gripping onto me and thrusting with animalistic need as his guttural breathing picked up to a crescendo which he punctuated with primal scream before he collapsed forward against me face planting against his brothers crotch as his entire body seized and convulsed with each volley of toxic cum that his massive cock spit into the torn and stretched deep inner walls of my anal cavity. As Matt's breathing returned to normal, he softly said, “I love pozzing your hole dad” before pulling his somewhat deflated but still half hard cock from my abused ass. The air rushing into the vacancy his cock left in me causing me to let out a longing whimper into Jason's rock hard ass, before Jason jokingly said “Dibs on Dad's ass!” as he stood up, allowing me to begin to catch my ass for a second, before Jason grabbed one of my arms and legs and proceeded to flip me like a pancake (I love how strong he is) before driving his rock hard cock balls deep in a single thrust. “Damn Matt, you destroyed this hole, see if Dad has any normal guy dick sized dildos” Jason said as he ling dicked my hole...”Duffel bag under the coffee table” I blurt out between whimpering pleas to “please fuck me son” Matt quickly leaves and comes back carrying his phone and my literal bag of dicks. He digs around in the bag quickly before handing a 8x6 dildo with balls to his brother as he sits on the edge of the bed and begins mindlessly worshiping the screen of his phone. Jason takes the dildo from his brother and pulls out of me far enough the he is able to get it between us and press it against my hole. “OK, fuck that's a lot” I say as I wince because he pushes the toy into me alongside his already thick cock, “Yeah it is” Jason happily says, as he begins to push both his and the fake dick into me. The sensation overload sending me flying as Jason slowly double fucks his brothers highly toxic load into my torn up hole.. “You called dibs, and here you are riding shotgun” Matt laughed as he continued fingering his screen Matt's comment was lost on Jason and I as we were lost in the sensation of him slowly double fucking me, the moisture coating us both lubing him up as his rippling muscles slid against my soft flesh. The two of us moving in blind unison as waves of blinding pleasure washed over me. “Damn” Matt eventually exclaimed, breaking the pig trance Jason and I found ourselves in. “I gotta gotta go make some deliveries” Matt said while fumbling with his phone. “I'll be back tonight” Matt said before leaning in to plant a deep sensual kiss on his brother Jason. “Make sure dad eats and drinks something that didn't come out of you, and don't fully destroy Dad's pussy until I get back” he said as he gave Jason's ass a loud slap. “Love you dad” Matt said before giving me a quick kiss and beginning to get dressed, still wet with sweat and our pig sex. “Just you and me for a while” Jason said as he resumed slowly double fucking me, and followed up with the command“Look at me and Open you mouth” I did as he ordered, twisted partly to my side which allowed me to look up into his devious smile as he cleared his throat, let lose a cough, and proceeded to let a thick loogie begin to drip out of his puckered lips, slowly lowering down into my open pig mouth... clearly at this point, I was down for whatever my boys wanted if it meant more of their dicks in me. His pace slowed as he leaned in and held my head back so he could begin kissing me. The mix of flavors and feelings causing us both to moan as he continued slowly fucking his brothers Poz+ cum out of my ass and into the mix of sweat and chempiss that had soaked my bed below us. He broke our kiss and began pinching my nipple “We are gonna have a lot of fun, I fucking love you Dad” We heard the front door slam, letting us know that Matt had left as Jason said “mmmm, All mine now” Jason said as he pushed my face down into the wet mattress “I am gonna FUCKING FILL this pussy!” Jason said as he began thrusting with purpose. “Aw fuck yeah Jason, breed my ass with your poz cum” I yelled “fucking knock up your old man” “FUUUUCK YES” Jason yelled as he began full on hate fucking my ass. Loudly slapping an ass cheek in between every few lunges before he began letting out guttural yells to punctuate each thrust. “Take it slut! FUCK, I Love you dad!!!” he cried out before pouncing forward and wrapping me in his arms, pulling me tight against him in a bear hug to meet his abrupt strokes as he empties shot after shot of his toxic venom in to mix with the remnants of his little brothers load. “Now, how are we gonna spend our day” he said as he pulled my head back to resume kissing me as I let out a long moan of satisfaction.