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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. ...

Just thought of another model/actor. Rhyheim Shabazz!!!! He is romantic but still rough and aggressive. Of course that is what draws me to black men. They always seem to know just the right amount of rough with a little bit of romantic.

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 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 wish I was his cellmate

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.

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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.

Absolutely. Especially for misogyny against a woman who had a career parallel to her husbands while he held elected office and who dared to take on, as a "First Lady" project, something that related directly to policy. It's true other first ladies have taken up "policy" issues - Betty Ford for breast cancer awareness, for instance - but who's opposed to breast cancer research? Laura Bush was for literacy, Melanoma Trump was against bullying (!). Lady Bird Johnson was for environmentalism, Jackie Kennedy for historical preservation, Pat Nixon for volunteerism - all things everyone could get behind. Clinton had the audacity to support universal health care - something that would inevitably cut off the gravy train for the fat cats who run America's health care "system".

“Just breed.” That’s what I would tell my younger self. I went through a condom phase but I always wanted to bareback. It was mental torture. I don’t consider it sex unless I put sperm in a hole. I wish I could go back in time and fell myself to not worry so much about my natural need to breed. just breed. That’s what I would tell myself.

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.

I thought xxx was something my Grandmother or spinster Aunt Joan put in my birthday or Christmas cards along with their checks. Guys actually do this on apps or hook up sites?????? I have been online a long time and never had anyone do that to me, I guess I don't come across as "affectionate" - lol.

Hottest threesome was with my uncle who was in early his 30s, I was 19. He was former Army, buff, dark hair, 195 lbs, ripped, small waiste, huge dick. I stopped by his house one Saturday night after work and noticed a truck outside. Looked in front room window and saw him sitting shirtless on the floor with a guy I knew from school, a blond wrestler who was only in his boxers. I watched them for a while then rang the doorbell. Unaware of who it was, he answered the door with only his jeans on, no shirt or shoes, with the top buttom of the jeans undone. Startled, he invited me in. We went into the kitchen to talk and he offered me a shot of whiskey. I had a shot and then asked for a refill. We shared another shot. My classmate, not sure what to do, came into the kitchen in his boxer revealing his buff 19 year old wrestler god body; blond treasure trail and chisled chest. He had a shot if whiskey and then handed me poppers. I smiled, took a deep hit, followed by another shot. Next thing I know, the three of us are standing making out. The blond drops his boxer to expose a gorgeous tan cut cock. I dropped down and begun to suck his cock and unbuttomed my uncle's jeans with me right hand. He slipped out of his jeans and I began to suck them both while they made out. After more poppers and whiskey we went into the front room where I began to suck my classmates cock while my uncle slowly worked his cock into my hole. Once in, he began to hammer my ass while the blond worked my throat. I switched places with the blond. He turned out to be a muscle bottom boy. Hot! Best threesome I ever had.

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!

San Francisco just isn't safe anymore. I've had friends leave because of the out of control drugs and crime, and I've had friends from So Cal tell me they'll never go back again after seeing what the city has turned into.

I'm horny and impulsive, and there's a lot of hot guys in the world, and some of them think the same about me. Sooner or later we find each other. The more I try to be good and monogamous the more horny I get and the more I'm checking out guys. And you know where it's mutual. It's not that I have any turn on for cheating, it just happens, and the release after being so horny for something with another guy is intense. I rationalise it to myself later, because it was just 100% a fun release with another guy who needed it too, that it's ok because we're both guys and nobody is going to get pregnant or expect it to turn in to some kind of romance, but it's still cheating. But temptation happens. Imagine you've been monogamous for 6 months and then a really hot guy is cruising you, he's exactly your type. I don't feel like I'm choosing, it just happens. We kiss, we stroke each others dicks, things happen. It's best to have a partner who understands, but society isn't accepting about guys who like doing it with other men. Loads of us out there, but nobody really talks about it. There's a lot of great guys who would be an awesome bf or husband to someone, but they aren't good with monogamy. One of the guys I know is an amazing bf to his partner, he loves her and takes great care of her (she's very ill), but he has hookups with guys sometimes. Currently I'm single and that's a good thing at the moment, but I'd like to be in a relationship one day that accepts monogamy isn't suitable for me. I'm not sure that will happen though.

Yesterday I went to Sunderland to meet a friend of the man I've been meeting. We actually met him in a little boat on the river. They had obviously been chatting about me and he had seen my old photos. It was straight in with them talking about me and how I first started sucking cock and that they knew what I was really after being a little whore. I stripped in the cabin while they talked about me. I felt very vulnerable but oddly powerful. The boat was right by the river path and it wasn't that warm, but I was hot enough it wasn't a problem. I did feel a little exposed, but the cabin gave some cover and I don't think the few people who were around saw anything. I sucked and was fucked bare by both of them. Cream applied to my ass before taking them fully to finish, because I am such a slut. Interesting wind down chat afterwards as they were very interested in me sucking when I was younger. This got me talking about how they started as they are both very mens men and not at all camp or gay in how they are. The man with the boat was an ex miner, and he said when he worked down the mine that male sex was very accepted and used to happen in the seams. It wasn't as open when he was there in the 80s as work was more controlled but it still happened n the working mens clubs, allotments and pigeon lofts and the men would go back to their wives at the end of the day. My "daddy" was an ex steelworker and driver and had similar stories. It's not how I would have imagined it! Anyway that's my cock fix for now, but I'm hoping for more of daddys load on Sunday. I'm over 50 and feel 15. It's incredible!

Part 3. I had made an appointment with a massage therapist when the muscles in the upper back behind the shoulder blades were completely stuck. I was received by Chris, about 20 years old, a young and muscular massage therapist. Chris was dressed in white loose clothes. Chris directed me to his room and said I could undress behind the screen. I left only my white briefs on and stepped behind the screen in front of Chris. Chris went to stand behind me and asked me to do different stretches so he could see how my back was bending and where my muscles were stiff. I was doing stretches and Chris ran his hands on my back right up to my buttocks. After the initial check-up, Chris asked me to get on the massage table and lie on my stomach. Chris covered my upper body and buttocks with a towel and started massaging my legs. Chris's hands felt really good on my skin. After the legs, Chris massaged the muscles in my arms. Every now and then I felt Chris's crotch hit my palm. After the hands, Chris massaged the shoulders and proceeded from there downwards. Finally, Chris lowered my briefs over my buttocks so he could freely massage my glutes as well. Chris' fingers, slick with massage oil, slid several times around my hole and next to my balls. It felt unbelievably hot. Chris then told me to turn onto my back. This came too suddenly, and I had to turn around to reveal that my cock was standing in full swing in my briefs. Chris said it's nothing to be ashamed of. Almost all men say that massage causes stiffness in the cock. It's perfectly normal for a stiff cock to ooze precum during a massage, said Chris, pointing to a wet patch on my briefs. Chris continued the massage as if nothing had happened. While massaging my thighs, Chris' fingers hit my balls countless times. Somehow it seemed that the hits were no longer as random and careful as before. Finally, the massage was coming to an end. Chris said he could give me a complete final relaxation if I wanted. I said that would be really nice. "Nice, are you more of a top or a bottom," asked Chris. The conversation had taken on a completely sexual tone, which confused me, but I still told Chris that I was a bottom. "Hot," replied Chris, climbing onto the massage table between my legs. Chris took off my briefs and lowered his own pants so that Chris' hard cock was exposed. Chris lifted my legs to his shoulders and started rubbing his cock with his oiled hand. Chris placed his raw cock at the entrance of my hole. Slowly, Chris pushed into me with his entire cock. Chris kept looking me straight in the eyes and telling me to relax completely. I did so and let Chris fuck me at his own pace. Chris slowly picked up the pace. The massage table creaked to the rhythm of the fucking. I pinched Chris's nipples with my fingers and panted again and again just breed me. Finally, Chris's body stiffened and I felt him inject his sperm into my hole. The whole time Chris had been looking deep into my eyes. Chris' final relaxation was really intense and functional. My back pain was left on Chris's massage table and I had filled my unprotected cheating hole with the young bull's sperm.

I go to the eye doctor and all I get is new glasses

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.

This is the first part of my first story, so please leave feedback and enjoy! I'm not a native english speaker, so please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes. Disclaimer: Everything in this story is fictional! This story contains mention of initial non-consent (turning into consent at the end), bareback sex, risky behavior and possible transmission of STIs (aka bugchasing). ========== The Sleazy Bathhouse Owner / Part 1 *** I've never thought of myself as a slut. To be honest, I only had a few sexual encounters in my life, namely a few guys I fucked or sucked off while I was in college. I recently finished my masters degree and got a decent job and my own apartment. I wouldn't call myself hot, but I've been told I look decent. Not to thin, some defined muscles from going to the gym occasionally, and a nice bubble butt. Recently I've been feeling increasingly horny in the evening, when I was home alone. Usually I just jerk off to some porn, but last night on my walk back home from work I noticed a run down bathhouse just a few blocks away from my apartment. I was so horned up from working until midnight that I just couldn't resist the urge to at least have a look around. What's the worst thing that could happen? I can look after myself and I've got some decent muscles from my workouts. I entered the rusty front door that was only lit by a dim street light nearby. As I entered I saw a small front desk and a guy behind it that was folding up towels. "Ah, come on in! You new here?", he asked. "Uhm... yeah. Just wanting to see whats going on, maybe visiting the steam room to relax." I felt like my voice sounded nervous, because I kind of was. "Since you're new here it's half price! Here is your towel. You're not allowed to wear anything else in the sauna area or the steam room. Socks, jockstraps and shoes are allowed in the cruising area only... some guys are into that. Lockers are just down that hallway." He pointed to a dimly lit corridor. I headed straight to the lockers and undressed quickly, not wanting to violate the no-clothes-rule. A few naked guys walked past me. One of them caught my eye as it was a nice surfer dude with long brown hair and a dirty grin on his face. He was clearly having a great time as his towel was lifted by an enormous erection. "Hey fuckboy! I bet we will see each other later!" Fuck, I couldn't say anything and instead just nervously wrapped myself in my towel and headed further down the hallway to see what the rest of the bathhouse looked like. There was a small but nice bar area where some guys where having a drink. I was surprised by the amount of good looking guys here, as I could have sworn I read somewhere that this place was full of nasty old men. I went on to discover a huge labyrinth of shady twisting corridors with plenty of opportunities to sneak into a corner and have sex. I heard some distant moaning, but decided to check out the steam room instead. The moment I had my hand on the door to the steam room, a pair of strong hands grabbed me from behind and covered my mouth. "Don't scream boy! I've watched you since you arrived here. You got just the perfect ass for Ben, come with me!" He dragged me away from the steam room into one of the many twisted corridors that were barely lit by the light coming from the bar area. I tried to get out of his grip, but damn he was strong. His hairy arms and big hands held one arm behind my back and the other hand covered my mouth. He pushed me forward into the darkness... After a few turns he shoved me into a larger room with some couches and a table in the middle. It was illuminated just by some red lights. I could see several men sitting on the couch and standing in the corners. Fuck, what have I gotten myself into? "That's a sweet boy! Brought us some fresh meat, huh?", a voice said, coming from one of the men. "I just wanted to check out this place. Who are you?", I asked. The voice laughed. "I'm Ben, the owner of this place, and these are my friends." One of the men stood up and pointed around to the other men. "We actually keep looking for boys like you that find their way to this establishment. Trevor, the guy that brought you here, brings possible candidates here for further... inspection." I looked around to see what Travor looked like, only to meet eyes with the surfer dude I met earlier. His long brown hair flowing around his shoulders. He was completely naked, and his semi-hard nine inch uncut cock was hanging between his legs. My cock twitched at the sight of him. He was so hot! "Told you we would see each other," he said with the same dirty grin on his face. Ben came a few steps closer. "I see you like Travor! Ready to take his cock?" "Fuck yes!" I said quickly. "There is only one thing you should know: We are not going to use any condoms. This is a strictly bareback area. Additionally, you have been chosen by us, so you won't have a choice. Now that you have entered this room, you will get fucked and bred by all of us!" The men cheered in agreement and Travor slapped my ass through my towel. I was just in a state of shock. Not knowing what to do I tried to turn and get the hell out of here, but Travor just wrapped his strong arms around me and and kissed me. I wanted to escape, but I also wanted to melt into Trevors arms. His lips tasted so good and he was such a good kisser. Besides, I wouldn't have a chance getting myself out of his arms he wouldn't let me. Travor reached down and pulled on my towel, which he just dropped to the floor. "I'm gonna be gentle... at first! Just let this happen, you'll like it, I promise!" My mind raced with thoughts: Will I be able to take him? Will I be able to take that many cock tonight? Normally I only play safe, but these guys are not going to use condoms. Fuck, I didn't want to be barebacked by a room full of sleazy strangers in a run down bathhouse! Apparently, I had no choice, because Travor turned me around and pushed me towards the table. He pushed me down so I was bent over the table, exposing my hole to him. The rest of the guys gathered around the table, stroking their cocks to get them hard. I have no clue how many there were, but there were guys of any age and shape there: big muscular daddies, thin older guys, and some younger twinkish dudes, too. Travor spat on his cock and I could feel him aligning it to my hole. Damn, he is gonna fuck me bareback. Part of me wanted this cock inside me raw, but the fear was overwhelming, too. I didn't wanna be a sleazy bareback slut! "Please, stop! At least, use a condom!" Some guys in the crowd laughed. Ben stepped in front of the table so I could see him and shook his head. "No boy, you are gonna take our loads and there is no way out of this!" With this, Travor thrusted forward and entered my tight hole. It hurt so much, because my hole got violently stretched beyond its limit. I screamed but the guys around me began to cheer and Ben took my face into his hand. "Stop screaming, boy, or this will be even more unpleasent for you as it already is!" Actually, the pain quickly went away and all I felt was pure pleasure from his bare cock in my hole. Maybe this is what I am supposed to be: a bareback cum slut? All I know is that his raw cock feels so good! I began moving into his thrusts, which made his balls slap agains my ass. This was so good! I'm gonna take all of their loads tonight! This nine inch cock did something to me mentally. I wanted this now. I wanted to be filled and used by them. Fuck yes, this was going to be a long, rough night... ========== To be continued...

Chapter 66: We retreated to my room, stripped and I got naked between my two dads. We all hugged, kissed and caressed each other. My step dad suggested we call the restaurant and have the twin waiter deliver our food. While we waited, my real dad asked my step dad if his wife would notice the wet spot on the bed. He said probably, but he fucked her there before she left so likely wouldn't wonder about it. My real dad asked if they were playing safe and he said no, the one thing in common they loved was raw sex. My step dad said he told her he wasnt really sure about starting a family, and he suggested a condom, and she just said she was on the pill, but if she got pregnant, by the time the baby was born he and i would be closely bonded. My step dad told him I hope you know she fucks around on the side also. My step dad said he had suspicions, but glad he confirmed it. My dad said there were two reasons they broke up. First of all, she discovered he was gay and second he knew she was fooling around. When she confronted him, he said at least gay guys take it up the ass, and love to suck cock without having to put peanut butter on it first! My step dad just laughed and told him it took whipped cream to get her to suck his cock. I told my two dads they could discuss while I sucked both their cocks. Just after I started there was a knock at the door, saying room service. My dad's came pretty much in unison as I continued to alternate between their cocks. My face and was covered in their poz seed, and my mouth was also filled with their precious seed The waiter rolled the cart bedside, and my dad asked which covered dish was his. The waiter removed the dome, and my real dad said that's the biggest sausage you have? The waiter grabbed his crotch and said no, his was, but it was a special order! The waiter then whipped out his cock and said see? He said it wasn't Tuesday, but he could possibly offer a 2 for Tuesday with his twin, who had a similar sized cock. My dad asked if he could spend the night in my room, and invite them. I said sure, joking they would be having sex, while his step dad and mom were having sex, and using whipped cream to get a blow job! The waiter just laughed and said he thought the whipped cream would be used in a kinky manner, but not like that! My dad asked if they had any peanut butter deserts, and he said their peanut butter pie was amazing. My dad said they would order 2 slices tonight, and make sure they were covered in whipped cream! We all laughed. The waiter said if he had the chance, he'd add some of his cream to it too. With that the waiter said he'd call the room later to confirm if his twin could make it, and at what time. My real dad said he'd get his tip later tonight.

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

Bill and Arthur laughed and stood up, leaving Peter's mother on the sofa. I went to clean the changing room as Bill went to get Peter from the basement. When I finished, I went into reception. Arthur was there with Peter's mother, stroking his cock and drinking some tea. The door to the basement opened, and Bill led Peter into the room. The poor lad was running with sweat and spunk ran down his inside thighs and dripped onto the floor. "Look at you! " said his mother, wrinkling her nose. "Covered in it, you dirty boy!" Peter grinned as Bill turned him round and spread his smooth cheeks. His arsehole gaped and spurted sperm over his balls. "Well fucked and bred, missus!" He laughed. "Go and clean up!" She said. "I'm not taking you home covered in spunk." Peter went off to the showers and Bill looked at his mother and said "you know he's probably pregnant by now?" She nodded. "I'm not surprised, you dirty sod." She nodded at Arthur who was stroking an erection now. "From what I can see, I bet one of you two is the daddy!" She looked at me " And what about you? Are you knocked up yet?" I blushed. Arthur came and bent me over the counter as Bill handed him some lube. He got behind me and slid his warty cock deliciously into me arse. "Course he is!" He laughed, fucking me in front of her.

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.”

I can’t wait until the teacher gets him ganged and the kid is begging for poz and AIDS cum.