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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!

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.

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

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. ...

Absolutely ZERO wasted loads - There's only 2 months left to the year, but I have a new goal inspired by a buddy I reconnected with on Friday. I hadn't played with him in over two years, but we were both on bbrt Friday morning, and he invited me to come share a muscle slut he was already fucking. I was over there within 30 mins, the bottom was ass up on the couch, the top was edging his BIG cock. I got down and ate out the pigs sloppy fucked hole, then had him suck me hard while the top guy fucked him awhile. I took my turn fucking the WET bottom and came a little faster that I like. When they are hot AND sleazy it makes me cum kinda fast. The top fucked again after me and loved that he could see my cum all over his cock. The top and I both got dressed and left, and I drove him home. He told me that he edges a TON - he wastes way too much time edging. BUT he has not seen his own load since 2019. Every single load gets fed or bred into someone. He edges all the fucking time, but just STAYS horny unless he has someone to dump in. I have done this for shorter periods before, but about to start again! When I bottom I usually cum, but for the time being I won't. I'll save it and STAY horny till I can dump it in someone else.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Caleb lifted his gaze and looked directly into Mr. Sanchez's eyes. "Yes, it is big." Mr. Sanchez paused as he held Caleb's gaze. "When it gets big like this, Caleb, it hurts. You don't want me in pain, do you?" Caleb paused and glanced back down again, partly out of nervousness but also out of curiosity. "No, sir." "Feel how hard it is. Go on." Caleb extended his hand tentatively, hoping he hadn't misunderstood what his teacher was asking of him. "Feel how hard it is," Mr. Sanchez repeated. Caleb let his fingers come into contact with Mr. Sanchez's stiff cock shaft. To Caleb's surprise, Mr. Sanchez's shaft felt even harder than it looked. "Unless you can help me fix this, Caleb, I'm going to have to let Principal Lenox know about what I saw you doing in the bathroom stall." Caleb's stomach vaulted into his throat. How he wished he had never installed those damn apps. He had been so excited to download them now that he was finally eighteen. How he had counted the months in anticipation. How could he have forgotten to put his phone on silent before getting to class this morning? "I'll tell you what. If you help me get rid of this pain you've caused, I'll let you off with a warning. I'd really hate to see you not graduate on time after all the hard work you've done. But you're going to have to work even harder right now to show me you're serious about making up for what you've done." Leaving his fingers on Mr. Sanchez's engorged member, Caleb looked back up. "I really didn't mean to hurt you, sir." "Alright, Caleb." With that, Mr. Sanchez wrapped one hand around Caleb's and made Caleb fully grip the teacher's cock firmly. Guiding the teen's hand up and down at the base of his cockhead, Mr. Sanchez focused on how the teen's grip gently tugged and rolled his foreskin over the tip of his large mushroom head. "So, Caleb, if you're going to help me while we're doing this, I'm going to need you to tell me the truth about a few things." "Yes, sir," Caleb replied as he continued stroking Mr. Sanchez. "What were you doing on that app in the boy's bathroom?" "Answering messages," Caleb answered without taking his eyes off his teacher's cock. "Messages from whom?" "Some guys." "Oh, some guys, huh? And what were these guys saying to you?" A drop of precum emerged from Mr. Sanchez's cockslit as he continued guiding his student's hand up and down his dick. "Mostly how they wanted to meet up." "Meet up for what? To do what? Be specific, Caleb." Mr. Sanchez enclosed his hand more tightly around Caleb's, increasing the pressure from the teen's grip around the teacher's precum-leaking dick. Caleb paused before replying, "For sex." Mr. Sanchez confirmed his understanding with an "mhmm." A big drop of precum dripped from the teacher's cock onto Caleb's forearm. "Remind me how old you are, Caleb." "I just turned eighteen." "I'm going to need to unlock your phone, Caleb." "I don't know if that's a good idea, sir." "Is that so? Well, it's not a request. Would you rather I call the Principal in here so you can show him whatever it is you don't want to show me?" Caleb wondered for a moment how Principal Lenox would react to seeing Mr. Sanchez's hard cock being stroked by a student. "No, sir." "I didn't think so." With his one free hand, Mr. Sanchez reached behind himself, grabbed Caleb's phone from the top of a filing cabinet, and held the screen in front of Caleb's face to unlock it. Caleb's teacher fiddled with the phone for a few minutes while never even so much as slowing the forced handjob. Caleb's heart raced inside his chest. A much thicker glob of precum leaked from Mr. Sanchez's manhood onto Caleb's forearm as Mr. Sanchez continued scrolling and swiping. "Keep stroking me," Mr. Sanchez stated without looking up. Caleb felt his teacher's hand release Caleb's as Caleb took over stroking his teacher. Mr. Sanchez began manipulating the phone with both hands. After several screenshot sounds and then a bunch of typing, Caleb listened to his teacher sending off several messages, some clearly inside the hookup apps. Others sounded like text messages. Caleb trembled as he wondered what was going on but didn't dare ask. He gripped his teacher's cock with more vigor than before in an effort to appease Mr. Sanchez, or at the very least to distract him. Another glop of precum escaped Mr. Sanchez's foreskin and oozed onto Caleb's hand. Caleb couldn't help but admire how productive Mr. Sanchez's balls had been during this disciplinary encounter. The smell of his teacher's precum roused Caleb's cock from the grip of nervousness. The teen's dick awakened to the seductive odor of this older man's pre-ejaculate. Mr. Sanchez returned the phone to its former position atop the filing cabinet. The teacher swatted his student's hand away from its manual seduction and without a word spun Caleb around to face the opposite wall. Caleb felt Mr. Sanchez's hands confidently yank the teen's pants to the floor, exposing his naked lower half. "Not even underwear, Caleb?", Mr. Sanchez asked without surprise as he swirled one finger in the overflowing precum dripping from his foreskin. "Don't know how I missed that detail in the bathroom." Caleb felt the wetness of his teacher's finger massaging the outside of the teen's warm, tight hole. "Caleb, I have to say, you're even nastier than I first thought when I saw that party listing of yours before school this morning." Caleb stayed quiet while Mr. Sanchez fingered precum into his student's compliant hole. "Bend over and spread your cheeks." Caleb obliged. "There are some really disgusting men you're talking to on those apps. Do you know that?" "Disgusting, Mr. Sanchez?" Caleb felt the wet tip of Mr. Sanchez's uncut cock pressing at the entrance to the teen's hole. "Of course you wouldn't know. How could you when you haven't even asked any of them a single question?" "No, sir." Mr. Sanchez slowly pressed the tip of his cock just inside the opening to Caleb's rectum. Caleb winced. "I see you haven't even bothered to ask even one of them to show you their face, have you?" Again, Caleb was silent, hoping the question was rhetorical. Mr. Sanchez spat on his cock and pressed further into his student's velvety insides. Caleb moaned. "Too bad you put me in this position, Caleb." "I'm sorry, Mr. Sanchez," Caleb replied as his teacher slowly pressed his engorged cock deeper into his student. "You're mistaken if you think those men you've been chatting with were going to rubber up, you little slut. Besides, I thought you said you wanted to help me get rid of the pain you caused my dick." "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." "I'd rather your insides do the apologizing, boy." Caleb felt Mr. Sanchez press his meaty raw cock further into the teen's warm rectum. "In any case, you're going to need lots of help opening this tight hole of yours up if you want to be servicing all these [banned word] you've been talking to online." Caleb gasped in pain as Mr. Sanchez pressed his raw cock fully into his student. "If I catch you jacking off in the school bathroom again with those apps popping off like that for everyone to hear, I don't think I'm even going to bother bringing you here into the privacy of my office. You understand me, boy?" Mr. Sanchez began easing his spit-lubed raw dick back and forth inside Caleb. "Yes, sir." Caleb started imagining what Mr. Sanchez would make him do in the boy's bathroom but his focus was soon stolen by the intense pressure of Mr. Sanchez's surging meat pressing painfully into the walls of his tight hole. "If you're not careful, Caleb, everyone at St. Denis High is going to end up knowing what a nasty little slut you are. Is that what you want?" Mr. Sanchez continued grinding his meat into his student, picking up pace. Something in Caleb stirred, and it wasn't just from the raw dick assaulting his insides: it was the thought of everyone knowing what he really desired, his secret lust for every human adult walking around with a cock between their legs. Caleb's teen dick swelled as his teacher started pounding harder. Just then Caleb heard Mr. Sanchez snapping a pic behind him and then the sound of a message being sent. "You know, Caleb, many of us here at St. Denis already know what you've been up to online. Mr. Martin for one has been talking about the pictures you've been sending him for weeks." Mr. Martin, the janitor?, Caleb wondered. There was no way to be sure who all the men he had been messaging were since Caleb didn't ever ask to see their faces. Mr. Sanchez could feel the orgasm that was swiftly approaching. "You ready to take my load, slut?" "Yes, sir!" Caleb's hard-on had lent him a new-found enthusiasm as he finally began to appreciate the favor Mr. Sanchez was doing for him. Mr. Sanchez began dick-slamming the teen's hole with such force that surely the sound of the ass pounding could be heard in the hallway outside. Just then Caleb felt Mr. Sanchez shudder powerfully as he groaned, releasing the full force of his semen into Caleb's soft insides. Caleb had never felt a raw dick cumming so forcefully before. The pressure of the cum squirting deep into his guts made him yearn for more. The pounding having stopped but with Mr. Sanchez's softening manhood still lodged inside Caleb, the teacher spoke, "You're keeping my load inside you all day, you understand? At lunch time, I want you back in here in my office. I'm going to check to make sure you've done exactly as you're told. Don't think your punishment is over. You've still got a lot of making up to do." "Yes, Mr. Sanchez." Mr. Sanchez let his softening dick slowly deflate inside his student. * * *

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.

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

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!

I picked up the phone that startled me out of my sleep. Still groggy and only half aware I grunted a hello. "Dad?" The voice on the other end questioned. Took me a minute but I realized it was my younger son Jason on the phone. I was more than surprised since we hadn't spoken in a couple of months. He was still living in England and going to school there. He had turned 18 and with the money he had inherited had bought himself a house in a small village near the lake District in england. "Jason, I just woke up from a nap. It's good to hear from you. What's going on?" I said. We started chatting like we always do just mundane stuff. Weather, what we're doing with our days, his life in England, and that sort of stuff. But as we talked I zoned out a little bit and started fondling my cock. I went back to my thoughts of him watching Kyle and I fuck. Thoughts of Jason wanting his dad to fuck him and breed him and bring him into the poz brotherhood. My cock quickly filled to full mast and precum started dripping from the head. I smeared the pre-cum around the head of my cock and started stroking while listening to my son talking about some kind of school event or problem or something. All I could think of while he was talking was how good my cock felt with my hands sliding up and down the thick veiny shaft and rolling around the tip of my cock. Visualized Jason's furry ass. He always had such a sweet bubble butt covered with fur. While he was talking I had this image in my head of him on his stomach and me between his legs. Me leaning down to that sweet ass pulling those buns apart, bringing my mouth to his hole, licking sucking his ass as he begs for my cock in his ass. I am close to shooting another load when I hear Jason saying my name over and over again. "Oh yeah, sorry son, I think I nodded off again. It's been a hectic couple of days." I said to him as I continued stroking my cock keeping that fantasy of eating his ass warm "So, dad, there's something I need to talk to you about." Jason sounded really serious and vulnerable. "I'm actually in the States right now and I want to come by and stay with you for a while." "Of course, Jason," I said." When will you be here? There's a whole suite for you in the new house. You can come anytime. And stay as long as you want. I would love to have you around for a while." Jason said he would be here in a couple of days. And we said our perfunctory goodbyes. I dropped back on my pillow my hard cock still in my hand, that image of Jason's sweet furry ass still open to my tongue and fingers. I gave myself over to the fantasy and in it I worked his hole with my fingers until I had four fingers pumping in and out of his ass. Then I nailed him and started pounding his body. Shoving my cock deep deep into his hole. Passed his second sphincter. Deep as I could get it into his body. In my fantasy I was HIV positive and toxic. I kept telling him Daddy's going to give him his gift. Daddy wants him to be a part of the family. And as I shot my load deep into Jason's furry body i heard him crying out for my toxic seed. My cock exploded and I shot rope after rope of cum up over my chest and into my mouth. In my fantasy those ropes of toxic, spewing up inside my boy's body. Filling him with virus. Virus that already was penetrating his body , working its way into his bloodstream, making him toxic like his dad. I shuddered and squeezed my cock hard."Fuck," I moaned, "Oh my sweet son, I want to give you what you want. I want to make you poz. I want to give you a strain you can carry back with you wherever you go and spread our family everywhere." As soon as I came down off that high, I knew one thing. I had to go get myself knocked Up so that when Jason stayed with me I would at least have a chance of giving him some charged up family seed I wanted nothing more than to get knocked up and then fuck both of my sons until they come up positive. Together we would manage the family strain, stay healthy, open our toxic kinship to others who want to join in.

Chapter 3 – Things really get going In Chapters 1 and 2, I told the story of my birthday party, put together by my buddy, Dave. We were at his house, smoked up and fucking when our friend, Chris, showed up. Sucking, rimming and fucking ensued. A guy named Jake, who I had never met, came in while we were playing and joined the party. He bred my ass and had just pulled out after fisting me. I was so horned up that I put three fingers from each of my hands into my ass and opened it wide. Chris liked seeing me do that and would finger the raw insides of my ass when I had it opened. At one point, I held my hole open for him and he stuck his cock inside me. That excited him even more and he wanted to fist me. So, he lubed up, sat on the stool between my legs with the dildo in him, and shoved his fist in. With all the earlier work, he was able to slide it right in. He was amazed at how soft and pliable it was inside. He fisted me for a while, trying out some different moves with his hands and fingers. He stood up and started rubbing his cock around my hole. Soon, he was trying to get his cock in next to his hand. As he tried to fuck me, the dildo slid out of his ass, but he kept working at getting his cock in my ass. I took a hit of poppers and told him to shove his dick in me. He got it in and started to move it back and forth a little bit. I could feel his fingers touching his cock inside me. Chris ended up jacking off inside my ass, giving me my second load of the night. He pulled out, both cock and fist, leaving my hole gaping. Another break, another rehydration. Dave and Jake took the plugs out of their asses, and we all sat around talking for a while. I was playing with my ass and occasionally stroking my tiny T dick. Dave decided he wanted to fuck me some more, so it was back in the sling, legs spread, waiting for cock. He worked his semi hard cock into my ass and was able to do some fucking. He stopped with it in as deep as it could go and said he needed to take a piss. I told him to load me up with his chempiss. It took a while for him to get started, but he flooded my hole with his loaded piss. When he pulled out, Jake handed him a lubed butt plug that he shoved in me to keep the piss inside. They all just watched the chempiss take hold of me, twisting the plug to keep me ass focused. I sucked on Chris for a little bit, tasting lube, my ass and his cum on his dick. Once the chempiss had taken hold of my brain, Dave took out the plug and shoved a new dildo up my ass, working it all the way out before shoving it back in. This one was long, and each new thrust was getting it in a bit deeper. Dave asked if he could fist me again and I said fuck, yeah. He lubed up his hand and forearm and worked his fist into me. I was so spun that all I could focus on was my ass and his hand. There was no bandwidth to suck or rim any of the other guys. I did see them smoking and shotgunning over on the couch. But Dave’s fist was my focus and depth was his goal. He was a few inches from his elbow, slowly moving in and out, going deeper each time. He told me to hit the poppers. After I did that, he pulled back to the point where he was barely inside my ass. Then he drove it back in, all the way to near his elbow. At this point, Chris and Jake were watching us, both stroking their cocks and fingering their holes. Dave kept at it, pulling back and then working his hand deeper into my guts. He’d add lube when needed but kept his hand in my ass the whole time. Eventually, he shoved his arm in, paused and smiled at me. He told me that he was in up to his elbow. That was the deepest anyone had ever gotten in me. Of course, none of these guys even knew that I had been fisted before, so this all came as a big surprise. Dave slowly worked his arm all the way out of my ass, leaving my hole gaping and dripping lube, and probably some piss and cum too. Chris needed to head out, so he got cleaned up and dressed and left. Jake asked if it was OK to stay and play a little longer. It was all good with me and Dave agreed to it as well. I’d gotten out of the sling and was hanging out on the couch, kind of laying across Jake’s legs. He would occasionally finger my ass, but we took a break, drank some more sports drink and talked for a bit. Jake and Dave had played a few times in the past, but not to this level. They had never partied together but knew that there would be some T use tonight. Jake said how surprised he was to walk in on such a hot scene and Dave told him that it surpassed his expectations too. It sure as hell went beyond what I thought was going to happen! Dave wanted to know if I wanted to keep going and I told him that I absolutely wanted more. He surprised me when he said that he’d try to get another guy or 2 over. He got on the apps and started looking. I asked Jake if he liked having his ass eaten and he told me that he did. So, I suggested he get in the sling and let me rim his hole. He agreed but told me that I needed to have something in my ass too, just like I had made him put in a plug. I found one of Dave’s dildos that has a suction cup and stuck that to the stool, lubed it up and sat on it. Then Jake said that I should get another bump before this, so I got off the dildo and got a shard for Jake to put inside me. I also put one in his ass. I sat back down on the dildo and started licking around Jake’s hairy hole. He had a really hairy ass, which is a huge turn-on for me. I love seeing the hair get all matted down as I worked my tongue and mouth over his ass and hole. He was moaning his approval. Then I started making out with his hole, sucking on it and shoving my tongue inside. Getting in a guy’s ass like this excites me and makes me an enthusiastic rimmer. Jake really enjoyed it and reached back to spread his ass for better access. I could taste the bitterness as the shard dissolved in his ass. Dave came back while I was eating Jake’s ass and was feeding Jake his cock. I paused for a breather and Dave told me that he had someone lined up to come over. Jake got out of the sling and we took another well-deserved break.

I live in a new development in a small town in Wiltshire, UK. The builders are finishing off the last houses. I work full time from home. One of the contractors contacted me on Grindr this past Wednesday (18 Oct) and said he only has time for a quick blowjob. An hour later he left leaving me very happy with a load in my hole and one shot down my throat.

collected 4 at the sauna last night

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!

So Sunday afternoon saw me at the usual place, and this time the man was there again. Turns out he is into more than being sucked, just careful about it with strangers, and as this was the third time we met he invited me to his home, so I followed him there. He knew the dynamic I liked so he made me strip once I got in and started telling me what a little whore I was and said he wished he knew me when I was younger. I started sucking that fat cock and he took me to his bedroom. I got on the bed and he lay behind me in a spooning position. His arm across me feeling my cock and balls. He kept saying that he knew I wanted to be fucked and i was pushing my bum against his cock to show my willingness. I told him a little lie that it was my first time (well it was my first time in actually meeting for it), and I could tell that it excited him and he was whispering in my ear about how daddy was going to show me and I was rock hard in his hand. He got some cream (it wasn't a slippy cool lube) and rubbed it round my hole. He told me to get my mouth back on his cock and to get it slippy with my saliva. I could feel the cream's warmth in my ass and I knew I was ready. He took me doggy style on the bed. I could feel his thickness slowly pushing in, feeling him against me. It was very different to the smooth lube of last time. He fucked me all the way in calling me slut and whore building up to a hard fucking and him cumming inside of me. Me face down moaning for my daddy. Then his cock rubbing round my face and in my mouth to clean it. Once he was done I wanked off while he watched and told me what a good lad I'd been. He said my ass was his and only to share it with his permission, and he'd help his slut get more if I wanted. I said yes. He also asked if I could bring photos of when I was young next time. I'm not sure when next time will be, but I'm absolutely buzzing and I don't feel guilty for my little white lie, although I don't think I'll get away with it again.

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...

Hey ya’ll. Thank you for feedback and support. But it’s still my story so I’m gonna do my best to accommodate/listen. But it’s my story at the end of the day 😈 enjoy New to corruption PART 2: As I sit there in a still tweaked haze with my own father and boyfriends father…or now Master naked in front of me while I am told to stay in doggy position I can only think 3 things. 1) “WHAT THE FUUUCK JUST HAPPENED.” 2) “This is what Johnny is doing too???” 3) “How is my ass still wanting more?” Dad and Master chuckled together with an intense menacing stare. They knew I was still hungry for dick, t and so much more while being conflicted. Dad looked at me and said to Master “is my son worthy of your ownership my Master?” Mr Hughes looked right at dad and replied “he’s now my property. He may be your biological son, but I have more ownership of slave Alex from now on. And you know he will come for more after I leave, don’t you slave Carl?” My father just gleamed with joy responding “of course, I know he’s your property now. But having my son start his new journey into being a raw only chem whore like his father, it makes me know I’ve done right becoming a slave myself.” Master Hughes looked right at me and said “well now Alex, you are forever part of MY family. You, your father, my son, and a few others you will discover. I can see your mind is still adjusting. But here a few rules. As your new to this just a few. One, you will never use a condom. EVER. If you even mention them you will be punished. If anyone puts a condom on their cock you will rip it right in front of their own eyes. Two, you will take any man’s raw dick or ass when commanded by anyone. And I mean anyone! Three, when not with your master, you will obey either your father or any raw only pig that offers you dick, drugs, or any combination. And four, you will do as I command…ALWAYS. Does my new slave understand?” I looked with wandering lust, fear, and strangely excitement. My mind was not as high as before, so I knew with my mixed feeling whatever I say will confirm my fate. Looking at what just happened, the two daddies naked standing in front of me, my cumfilled hole still wanting more, and me naked in doggy position realizing my father and new master just fucked me raw with poz filled cum and making me now love being high, I should be furious now that it’s all done. Fuck, my dad banged my boyfriend. I was given copious amounts of drugs when I haven’t even tried pot before. And they are both HIV positive and want me to be too? But with everything in my head I looked up and said out loud “I understand Master.” I couldn’t help what just came out. I knew that all of this is crazy. But I didn’t have to pinch myself and pretend it’s a dream. Everything I felt was real. “Good son! I’m proud of you!!! Welcome to your new life.” My dad shouted. I wanted to come up but master held me down. He just kept smiling. Master Hughes just started rubbing my body all over. He then got in my face and said “you are now mine. And welcome to your new Chem life of cock worship.” Master Hughes told me to get on my feet finally but I was wobbly and week. He shuved me back on the couch and asked “what does slave desire?” I didn’t know what he meant at first, but then my mind just went back to what we were just doing…”may I please have more t Master?” Master Hughes smiled even more and said “right answer!!! Slave is addicted already. Your father is already refilling everything.” I looked over and dad was filling the pipe with a baggie I didn’t see before. I saw a bunch of shards and was glued. Almost drooling. Next to the pipe was a couple more needles lined up. “Don’t worry, you will slam more. But take it slow for now while you relax. You will continue to get high, but enjoy your realization that you have accepted your new role in life like your father did when we first met.” As master was telling me this dad was crushing some shards with his credit card. Divided three huge lines of crushed shards. I was shown with a rolled up $5 bill how to snort a line. Dad made it look fun. I was given the rolled up bill and told to just snort the line like I was taking a nasal spray through the dollar, but to not stop until the line was gone. I thought it be easy. But when I started to snort, it burned like my brain was burning! Immediately I couldn’t open my eyes. It was a lot of stinging. I heard them both laughing ”My boy, you will learn haha. But the other line is meant for your other nostril. Now don’t be to much of a bitch and make us wait” dad said. But before I could complain I felt even hornier and physically sweaty. I forgot for a moment how I just got done smoking and slamming and it all, but I was being shown how to be a true slut and party pig dad told me. He kissed me with his entire tongue engulfing my mouth and throat. I couldn’t believe it. It felt amazing having dads furry chest, beard, and his entire weight of his naked body pressing on me. His hands were holding me all over. Making me feel like a pig at one moment to his lover the next. I just did what he did. Held his face with my hands. Put my tongue all inside his mouth and allowed his tongue inside my throat as deep as he wanted. He pulled me away, looked at me and said “taste like cock and t. Just like me boy. But you still need to finish your other line son. Master was recording again on his phone when I looked. He said “do the line and lion straight into the camera when you do.” I took a moment again, but this time to appreciate the moment. I took the dollar, snorted my other nostril full of crushed shards, and looked right at the camera. My eyes were tearing from the burn. “Who’s the new whore in town? Say it!” Master was looking with a serious evil grin. I looked at dad who just nooded at me. “ i am Master.” ”your what?!?!” ”im the new whore in town.” “Good” master then grabbed me up while still recording. Pointed his phone straight in my face. “Anyone watching this has full permission to fuck you however they want?” now high as kite I just shouted “PLEASE FUCK ME. PLEEEASE. I NEED MORE DICK.” ”Especially poz slave?” I looked right at master Hughes and said “as long as it’s raw.” master stopped recording. Kissed me. And squeezed my balls so hard. He looked at me and said “a lot of people you don’t even know and know will see this video. If a stranger grabs you and tells you to bend over don’t be surprised.” master made me smile saying this which made him smile. “I need to be leaving now slave. But someone or a few people may stop by. I know you want to see Johnny but in due time. You will be playing hooked from classes. And whatever your father tells you you do.” I looked at master and said “please don’t go Master. I need you.” ”Awww slave, but you will appreciate the work I will be doing for you now. But go and be with your father. Incest is a beautiful thing.” with that he left, leaving my balls red from his tight grip, and me wanting more. High as a motherfucker, all the burning I had before made me realize I needed more dick. I couldn’t think of anything else. I turned back to dad who was now putting a needle right at my dick. It pinched but didn’t feel high. He just said “son, I don’t wanna miss out either. In a moment no matter how high you are your dick won’t ne soft. Now do me a favor, start licking your Father’s hole.” Dad forced me on my knees and turned around. I never done this but his big ass was beautiful. It was us alone, high, and finally bonding. His hole was so hot. I stuck my tongue right on his hole and it was like I never tasted anything before. I went further in hearing him moan. “Oooooo yeah son. Let me teach you how to rim a man. I’ll return the favor but you need to be taught how to be a pig in every way.” I kept licking, tasting musk and a little bit of more t. Dad said he put a shard up his ass while I was talking with master. He told me to go further. I did as he said and licked my fathers ass more groaning and licking for what felt like an hour, but the clock on the wall showed just twenty minutes. Meanwhile without noticing, my cock. It was ragging hard. Then while dad was moaning a knock on the door. My dad while moaning said come in without caring I was licking his asshole with my cock out, needles right next to us, no clothes on, and dad just smiling. A man came in with a big smile, but not as big as dads. I couldn’t see with my face still in dads ass. My dad told me don’t be rude and say hello to our guests as I always should. Tweeked, horny, and wet with spit and dads musk on my face I gave a gasp. “Hello Alex. Just got a hot video of you snorting sent to me and had to come see for myself. You need help fucking your dad?” There’s stood a man. Gray hair, average figure, wearing all black and a white collar. “Sure…father O’Brien.” I didn’t know what to think but now a priest was here. And the one I grew up seeing. Is this one of Masters friends…or other slaves? again let me know what you folks think? I’m new but trying. And if you want send me a message. Down to chat and make new pig friends. I myself just got my Prince Albert guaged this Saturday to a 0 and been bottoming like crazy since

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 had a dear fwb who had what he called 'obscene overhang'...we were so in sync with each other and he'd ripen 2 weeks for me. He passed away over 10 years ago. DAMN, I miss that sweet, sexy man, but he left me with cherished memories.

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

The next morning we woke up to a knock at the door, it was Jerol. It felt weird seeing him and hear him telling us we had an hour to get ready, especially after what we did the night before. The boys all headed to the shower, while I waited for them to leave, and pull the cum soaked toilet paper from in between my ass cheeks out and flush down our toilet. Another knock on the door. I opened it with just my towel on thinking one of the boys forgot something. It was Jerol again. He said,"hey, sorry I was a little rough last night, but it'd been a week since I've gotten my cock wet." His hollywood smile made me soft and I said,"It's cool man, I just wish you hadn't cum in me." That was embarrassing to say out loud. He smiled at me and hugged me, our skin touching like that, made me hard again! What the fuck!? Why? He felt my dick harden against him. He pulled my towel off and I was rock hard standing straight up. He asked,"Did you shit my cum out of your pussy last night?" "No," I replied,"I couldn't do it with the guys all in here and the shower area closed off." "Good," Jerol responded, "get on your back on the edge of your bed, we have about twenty minutes." He pushed me toward the bed, and I did as he told me to, all the while telling him we couldn't fuck, he was too big, and I was too sore, I didn't like it. He lifted up my legs and started eating my hole. I was in bliss, as my battered hole was getting some relief from a tongue massage. I heard a "click" and saw he had oil in his hand. I guess he'd had it in his shorts pocket the whole time. He was stroking his third leg as he ate my boy pussy. I mean, my ass. I was beginning to feel relaxed and almost felt like I might cum. He got up on his knees and placed that huge cock on my hole. "Jerol! Please don't! I can't take it." He retorted,"I'm just going to rub my head on your hole okay?" I let him. I just laid back like a slut as he rubbed his cock on my hole. He started stroking my steel hard cock with his hand and as I relaxed more he applied pressure to my hole and he started to sink into me. I guess all the cum inside me and the oil he'd poured all over his dick was enough lube to enter my tight hole. It still hurt like a fucker, but kinda felt good too. Having this tall, gorgeous young man put such a huge cock into my tiny hole. I felt so dirty, so wrong. It was so wrong to let this guy push his huge thick cock into my ass. He was sinking more and more of that beautiful cock into my butthole when he hit my inside spot again. Precum started pouring out my pee hole. I was grunting it hurt, but also I felt the pressure against my prostate and fuck...I think I might cum. Why did it hurt so bad too though? He put my legs up onto his shoulders and grabbed my hips as his began slamming his cock into my little hole. I was breathing hard as I felt myself about to cum. He railed on my hole. Jerol began talking gross to me again. Telling me my white boy pussy was his to use and breed as long as I was at camp. He said he'd fuck all of his loads into my bitch hole whenever he wanted and I'd better learn to take his poison loads. "Poison loads???" What did that mean? Precum was leaking out all over my abs. I told him to hurry before the guys got back. "Hurry what?" Jerol asked "Hurry up and cum in me before they get back," I said. Jerol smiled and began ramming me hard, his hips slapping against my ass cheeks...pow pow pow rapidly plowing my hole. I couldn't take the pressure or pleasure any more and my cock started exploding between us. I didn't even touch my dick this time! I was blowing my last load out onto my face as he drove his truck sized cock into me and I felt again how much thicker it got as he blasted my insides with his cum. He pulled his dick out unceremoniously and dropped my weak legs to the floor. He pulled up his shorts and put the oil back in his pocket. "Get to the showers before the boys get out, or they'll see you covered in cum and might see my loads leaking from your used up pussy." Jerol warned me. I quickly covered up with a towel and practically ran into a shower stall so no one would see my shame. I felt a little bit of Jerol's cum leak out of my hole for the rest of the day. Why did I let him fuck me again? It hurt so bad the first time, I wasn't ever gonna let that happen again. I guess it wasn't as bad the second time, but still! I can't believe I came without even touching my cock...I came sooo hard and so much...