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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Those are dog whistles for misogyny.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I 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. * * *

Oh yeah… I’m 55 (56 in December) love the eagerness of a young Top to fuck and breed me… rough and ready💦💦

I don’t know if I’d be into a top eating his load from my butt, but, it’d be hot if another bottom did it in a group scene. Of course I’d return the favour 😊

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

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!

Part 2. This also happened more than three years ago. Max's former student friend was our guest for the whole weekend. I knew beforehand that Philip was gay and had been quite a fucking machine during his studies. Max had told me about it. Philip came to us because on Friday night we had agreed to go to a music concert with a bigger group of friends. We had standing places on the stadium floor, where we danced and jumped throughout the whole show. At some point during the show, I noticed that Philip had moved to dance behind me and every now and then I felt something hard against my buttocks. As if Philip had purposely poked me with his hard cock. But I paid no attention to this and danced as if nothing had happened. I wasn't sure if it was just my imagination or if it was really the case that Philip had his cock hard behind me. After the concert, we went to the bar with the whole group of friends and got ourselves very drunk. Late at night we then went home, although some of the group still stayed to dance. Phillip slept on the couch and we went to sleep in our own bedroom. In the morning I woke up and got up first and started making breakfast for us. Philip was lying on his back on the couch and scrolling through his cell phone. I had a direct view from the kitchen to the couch. Philip was lying on the couch without a blanket and wearing only white briefs. Philip's hand went from time to time improving the bulge, which clearly seemed to cover the hard cock. I began to suspect that Philip was deliberately teasing me. The thought of the previous night and Philip's hard cock also made my own cock stand in my pajama pants. Soon Max also came to the kitchen, so I had to hide my standing cock from him. Philip wore nothing but those white briefs and a sleeveless white shirt to breakfast. It was hard for me to be at breakfast without occasionally glancing at Philip's crotch. During the day we walked around the city and shopped for clothes. We also visited the galleries and had a really nice and fun day. In the evening, Max had promised to grill us, so Philip and I sat on the couch and drank wine while Max prepared the food. Every now and then Max went to the kitchen to get something or to do something else related to cooking. As soon as Max had gone to the yard to install the grill for the first time, Philip asked me if I had noticed that his cock needed some attention. I admitted to him that I had noticed, but I hadn't known if it was on purpose. At the same time, Philip dug his hard cock out of his pants and started jerking it on the couch in front of me. "Yes, it was on purpose," said Philip. "My balls are full and need to be emptied," continued Philip, jerking. "Now you have to decide very quickly where to empty my seed. Your throat or your asshole. It's your decision," continued Philip. Just at the same moment, Max's voices were heard and he was coming to visit the kitchen. Philip slipped his cock into the back of his pants and casually started talking about the day's gallery visit. At the same time I got up and went to the bathroom. In the bathroom, I considered my options, but at the same time I was already lubricating my anus with lube. When I left the bathroom, I went to pour more wine for Max in the yard. When I went back inside to the couch, Philip had dug out his hard cock again and was jerking it. "Well, very soon these seeds will be on the carpet, so have you decided yet," asked Philip. I nodded to Philip and revealed my ass to him. Immediately I sat on Philip's lap and his hard cock immediately sank balls deep into my ass. "That's what I was hoping for," said Philip. He got up and bent me over the couch. He began to fuck me in the ass with a very fast rhythm. After a few ten thrusts he stopped deep inside me and grunted "take my five day load you cheating slut". Quickly after that he pulled away from me and pulled up his pants. I did the same and we sat on the couch again. It was really hot sitting at dinner with Philip's seed in my hole. Max had no idea what had happened. On Sunday morning, when I came to prepare breakfast, Philip was on the couch already hard. He just winked at me and I was sitting on his hard cock again. Again, Philip quickly injected his sperm into me. I just had time to go back to the kitchen when Max already came there too. The fear of being caught made fucking with Philip even more hot.

I think I must have been in the sling for a good couple of hours, but eventually everyone in attendance seemed to be worn out and the evening came to an end. I was absolutely knackered, quite sore, but oh so satisfied. After a plug was pushed into me to allow the loads in there to really simmer, I was hauled out of the sling so I could share one last nightcap with a few of the men who hung around, before I limped off back up to the bedroom. I took a quick shower, making sure to keep the plug in place, and then collapsed into bed and pretty much passed out. The next morning I was woken by sunlight coming in through the rather thin curtain on the window, and I lay there for a while as I processed the previous day. I had taken so, so many loads, all of them poz, and I knew there was now a pretty good chance I was infected and just waiting to seroconvert. However, I knew I had more in store as I was here for the whole weekend, something that made me quite excited despite the ache in my rear end. The plug was still in place, and I decided to just leave it there if I could take it. I eventually roused myself, got dressed in a T-shirt, hoodie, tracksuit bottoms and trainers I had brought with me, and headed out into the kitchen to see whether there was any means of getting a coffee. There was a jar of rather stale looking instant granules that did not appeal, so I headed downstairs to see what was what. There was no sign of Peter or any of the other guys, and so I went back upstairs and grabbed my cap and car keys. I then headed back down and out to my car, jamming a bit of card in the door mechanism to stop myself getting locked out of the warehouse. I had to get in the car carefully to avoid doing myself an injury from the plug inserted in my rear, and then drove off towards the retail park I had seen on my way in yesterday. I was glad to find a drive-thru coffee shop so I wouldn’t have to negotiate getting in and out of the car, despite the sordid appeal of standing in front of a barista while dozens of plugged-in toxic loads stewed inside me. Coffee and a couple of pastries bought, I pulled over in the car park and had a moment of quiet while I enjoyed my breakfast. For the first time since the previous day I thought to check my phone, but was not surprised to see no messages from my sons who were no doubt busy with the socialising that comes from the start of a uni year. After browsing social media for a bit, and smoking a couple of cigarettes, I decided I was done. I headed back to the warehouse, where I noticed a utility truck in the forecourt that had not been there before. I parked up and headed back inside, the door now propped open with a bar indicating there was definitely someone inside. “Hello?” I called as I came back in. “Ah, you’re back” said Peter, coming out of his office. “I thought you might have done a runner.” “No chance” I said, smiling. “I just needed a strong coffee and something to eat.” “Fair enough” he replied. “You still plugged?” “Oh yes” I said. “Bet you’re sore” he said, chuckling. “Fuck yeah” I replied, laughing too, “but still ready for whatever’s coming next.” “Glad to hear it” Peter said. “As it happens, a couple of club regulars who couldn’t make it last night are in there waiting for you.” I gulped, and then looked towards the door into the main room. I guess I hadn’t reckoned on this second day of fun starting so soon. “In you go” Peter said, gesturing towards the door. “They’re both on the clock and need to get back.” I hesitated for a moment longer, and then headed into the main room. Sure enough, there were were two large men in work overalls standing around, both midway through a cigarette. “Oy oy” said one of them, as I came in. “Are you our cumdump?” “I am” I said, a little nervously. “Good lad” he replied. “How about you get those clothes off and bend over this drum?” He gestured towards an old oil drum that had a bit of cloth on the top, which I guess would make it more pleasant to lean against. I paused a moment, then walked over to it. I stripped out of my T-shirt and hoodie, then pulled my trousers down over my shoes so that I was not barefoot. That left me standing there wearing only a pair of Reebok Classics and a large buttplug. I then bent over the drum, looking away from the two men. A hand touched my buttocks, and immediately moved to the plug. I felt it wiggle a couple of times, before the painful sensation of it being pulled from me. My anal muscles eventually gave way and it popped out, and I felt some of the cummy contents of my colon hit my leg as they escaped. Without any further ado, whichever of the two men it was put his cock at my hole and pushed in, filling me to the hilt in one thrust. He then started hammering into me, which was painful but also so good. He fucked without much of a word, just using me as a sheath for his cock, until he got close to climax at which point he started yelling about his toxic cum. A moment later he filled me up with that cum, starting off my second day of posing. He pulled out and his mate immediately replaced him, jackhammering even faster until he blew his load in me without a word. I was truly just a cumdump to them, without any of the camaraderie that there had been the night before. I liked it. I remained bent over while the two of them got their clothes on and left, saying nothing more to me. I was about to stand up straight again when I felt another hand on my buttocks, followed by a cock at my hole. “Would be a shame to leave you with just two loads from this session” said Peter, before he pushed himself into me for the umpteenth time. He was in less of a frantic mood than the other two guys had been, and this turned into quite a length fuck that I really enjoyed despite the ache in my hole. Much like the second guy had been, Peter was quiet throughout, just getting on with giving me a really good seeing to until he blew his load. “There, that should do for now” he said a little breathlessly, as he withdrew from me. “Can’t have you worn out before this afternoon.” “What’s this afternoon” I asked, standing up straight and turning to face him. “We’re going on a picnic” he said, smiling at me. “A picnic?” I asked. “Yep” he said, still smiling. “There’s a place we know that you’re going to love.” His smirk told me all I needed to know. We were heading outdoors, and on the menu there was only one thing: me. Awesome. [to be continued]

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

Chapter 65: Who's Your Daddy Part 3 Before I could say a word, the stranger planted his lips on mine, for a good five minutes. I pulled away and said dad. Yes it was my real dad that had just planted his seed in me. My real dad said yes son. I still love you, even though you are a part of someone else now. I started crying. I wasn't angry or sad, but joyfull. I positioned myself between my 2 dads, and we passionately kissed each other as they dried the tears from my eyes. My real dad started by saying that he was happy for me and my step dad, yet envied him for being the one to convert me. My real dad said he had always had a special connection with me, but the timing just wasn't right. With the pending divorce and my just starting to discover M2M sex. My real dad said that even so he still loved me and would still be a part of my life, along with my step dad. My real dad then said in more ways than one, and got up turning around to reveal a biohazard tat on his ass cheek. He explained that my step dad and he were fuck buds, and that he had been kept in the loop the entire time. He added that he and my step dad had long conversations about meeting today, and that it was my step dad that suggested he go on a med break, and share their toxic seed with their son. My step dad then said it was time to share more of his seed with me, and told me to ride his cock, facing him. Of course I jumped right on him. It wasn't long before my step dad asked my real dad to join us. My step dad said I could handle it, as I'd taken on the twins already. Dad said he was impressed, but angry he didn't know that. My step dad just said now you do, and get in our sons ass and let's fuck him good! I've had the twins bigger cocks in me at the same time, but this was an entirely different situation. Knowing both of my dad's were fucking me. Them feeling their toxic cocks rubbing against each other. Knowing that my real dad had hoped to poz me, but not mad at my step dad for doing so. The fucking was quite furious, and I could feel both their cocks starting to pulse and release their seed in me. I don't know if they came at the same time, but if not it was pretty close. Once my real dad pulled his cock out of me, their loads oozed out of my hole as I shot my load on my step dads face and chest. My step dad pulled out, and I greedily licked their loads from the soaking cum covered sheets. My step dad said kiss me son, and I said you already got my load, I'm sharing this with my real dad, who said fair is fair. My step dad suggested we head to my room to continue our fun. He suggested we slip into our swimwear and grab our beach towels and if mom came back early, we could say we were at the pool.

Part 6: I sat there, covered in the stench of cum, sex, and what my tweaked out mind considered the stench and glory of a pig. I was starting to not be so high, starting to fade, and I passed out on a public bathroom floor. Naked. Left alone. I awoke to my dad and Master putting me in dads car. Just seeing them both grinning. I now even smelled of piss. “Looks like the faggot is waking up” Master said. “Indeed it is. It was a star, wasn’t it?!?!” I noticed dad kept calling me it…I didn’t mind. I was loving my new life. “Where are we going? And I wreak of piss!” I said noticing the aromas starting to really wake me. “Well of course fag, we walked in and told anyone that walked in to piss all over you, especially your face! Nothing better then my son being trash for anyone to use.” Master laughed and nodded. I started smiling. A week ago I would have cried. Now I’m a new fucked up person. Can life get any better? But suddenly I also noticed feeling run down. Not just come down from all the T, but like sick. I felt incredibly hot, sweaty, smelly, and starting to ache. Before I could say anything Master blurted “your converting, that’s what’s happening my slave.” I looked dumbfounded for a second. But I just couldn’t believe it. I’m becoming poz. Am I poz already? Who did it? ”We are so proud of our work, of your taking, and what we are about to do to you” dad said. “What am I gonna do dad? I’m willing as long as I can get something to eat.” then master barked “you will earn food when you have accomplished what we demand you stupid cunt!” I was taken back…but loved being degraded like this. We stopped and I saw my house. Didn’t seem like anything special. Dad got out and went inside. Master looked behind right at me and said “no matter what happens, you do as command. Got it?” ”Yes master!” Master got out, opened my door, and pushed me towards the front door. Something was going on. That’s when I started hearing multiple muffles, moans, spanking, someone was being used. And good. Master then said, “you slave will join us and fuck the person on the other side. No questions. No Bull shit. Just give your newly bugged HIV positive dirty load as many times as we command. Now say yes Master.” ”Yes Master.” He opened the door and my heart stopped. It was my boyfriend Johnny. Naked, tweeked, bruised, sticky, and being gang hanged by Father O’Brian, our high school math teacher (that was new and shocked me), the 711 manager, Sir and the cop from the public restop, all of them were circled around with my dad leading the gang fuck beating his dick so hard down his throat he almost vomited. Johnny for sure was fucked up. Before I could react, cry, scream, anything, Master just pushed me further. I had no clothes on, reaking of piss and cum, and no idea what to do. That’s when I felt a different kind of pinch in my dick. Father O’Brian looked like he did the smallest slam ever. But it didn’t get me high. It got me hard. Dad looked at Johnny and told him “tell your boyfriend. Tell him what you love. What turns you on.” Johnny still being fucked by our math teacher Mr. Brooks who was hung and high as fuck too, just looked me in the eyes and said “I love cheating on you. And I’m not sorry babe.” I started crying. He kept smiling. ”just like You I was corrupted. Our dads wanted this. And it became a joy every time your father Carl came over and fucked me, slapped me, chocked me, slammed me, pissed down my throat…and I won’t stop.” I was starting to tremble while Mr. Brooks didn’t give a fuck and kept pounding. Father O’Brian was videotaping and jacking off. The 711 manager was twisting his right nipple while the cop was twisting the left. And Sir was waiting patiently to switch with someone. Johnny looked at me and said “I’m still your boyfriend whether you like it or not, because I’m also our fathers slave. Just like you. But we will never be faithful. Come on, tell me you haven’t enjoyed being fucked and drugged by anyone who wants your body, and your a liar.” it’s true. Every word. He kept smiling. And I was so confused. That’s when master spoke “so your pathetic cheating boyfriend loves to hurt you? Hurt him back then.” Mr. Brooks took that as a cue and stopped fucking Johnny. I was rock hard. I went behind Johnny with Master instructing me “This is what he loves doing to you? And he’s been like you for a good few months now. Your father came up with this idea. Getting you later, tormenting you, and braking you into a complete slave for drugs and raw cock. So go on, give my son your dirty fucking AIDS load you slut.” With everything happening, feeling how I felt, smelling how I smelled, seeing everyone’s malicious and almost evil grins…I gave in. If this is what makes me happy, then might as well not hide it. This is who I am. I am a dirty poz incest whore. I grabbed johnnys ass and WHAM! I spanked him as hard as I could. But with no flinch. Johnny looked back, smiled. I smacked as hard as I could again. He loved it. “By the way son, your cheating boyfriend is a pain pig. Let’s see what you can do!” I just kept spanking. Hitting, and wanting him to hurt. But he loved it…it started making me smile. I was fucked up without being on drugs. Still feeling winded after a few smacks and being converted, I grabbed his cheeks with my nails and scrapped. Little bit of blood. “Do it to his hole.” Master said. I didn’t think and just dug my dirty piss nails into his asshole. Made him red a little. And just jammed my cock inside of Johnnys opened ass. It felt like I was fucking a hallway. So sticky, wet, and filled of different liquids. I just looked straight into his now red hole and jammed my cock inside hard.closing my eyes to feel every inch. Wanted him to feel my rage. But I knew he loved it. Everyone did. And I kept fucking, sweating, got dizzy a few times, but didn’t stop. I then felt something new. I felt another cock. I opened my eyes to see my dad below us putting his dick in at the same time. “This is what I’ve wanted us to do my son. I’ve wanted us to become dirty poz pigs as father and son. And this will only strengthen our bond.” I fucked Jonny’s hole with dads cock gliding side by side. Dad looked Johnny and me and said “I’m getting close, bows the time my boy.” With the command my dad cummed all inside while I was still fucking. “Now slave, cum!” Master commanded. I couldn’t resist. I came deep. Felt the mixtures of loads and some blood. And knew this was probably in store for me soon too. If not, I will beg. That’s when I collapsed on top of Johnny. Master looked at us both and said “you two will still be boyfriends to the world whether or not you really are. But you will always fuck or be fucked whenever we say. Got it.” “of course master” Johnny said. they all looked at me. “Yes. Yes master. Yes Dad.”

Part 4: “one, two, THREE!” With just two little pricks in my arms I became a monster. My mind went to a million places. Both dad and father O’Brian were grinding and hard. I couldn’t help but cough and groan like an animal on the hunt. They both put my arms above my head, and licked the bit of blood that came out. “he’s in his natural state now, but let’s get him to a proper bed” father O’Brian said. Dad led me in front while I hollard and begged to be fucked. “Just fuck me, fuck me, use me, fuck me, FUCK ME GOD DAMNIT!” dad opened his door and I was thrown on the bed. They took hold and forced me to get in doggy, but I wanted everything done possible. Then all of a sudden *WHACK* Dad looked at me with the hand he used to slap my face. He looked at me with a huge grin. Because he saw that I still had a smile. “I knew you’d be just like me. Let anything happen. Anything we want. And you didn’t cry or bitch like a pathetic pig others are. My son is a true slave.” I was still thrusting and dad my face forcibly. ”Don’t you dare take my dick out.” Then my dad started to pound my throat with his cock. His stomach slapping back and forth with his dick. Like an actual bear on attack. My throat could feel every vain, every inch, every pube, and every taste of pre cum. In and out in and out without mercy I just smiled and obeyed. I was flying and feeling almost out of body. father obrian stuck his cock in my ass but didn’t pound me like they did before. Instead he said “your gonna get one more burst from me my boy. Here’s your very first chem piss enema you fucking slut.” Then in just a few seconds my hole felt even warmer. “This slut will do anything for dick, that’s his life’s purpose.” Dad said ”The way he’s supposed to.” Father O’Brian replied. He then shocked me with “you know if you come to church more then half the attendees will fuck you boy? You think your the only father and son that are like this? We are making a brotherhood of poz Chem pigs. Your master and cheating boyfriend helped induct so many members. Including myself. Your neighbors. Local town folks you pass. And they all have seen the video I was shown of you being a tweeked out whore. So just do as your told by anyone who bends you over boy. Cus it’s all your good for.” with that he stopped pissing inside me. Father O’Brian took his phone out and said he wants to show everyone more of the newest whore to use in town. With that dad flipped me around and tamed his cock up my ass. With the phone pointing at the both of us. My wrecked hole now spouting cum and piss was in pure bliss. ”Just look at this pig. Only been one day and he’s already a slammed up piss filled pig. Anyone watching this should bug his useless neg ass till its white and red. Don’t you love being fucked by your poz biological father, boy?” I just screamed “Yes Father. I love being breeded by my dad.” Dad picked up the pass and growled at me. ”And how good does your son sloppy cunt feel?” ”Like it’s begging to be whored out” dad moaned and pounding my cheeks with his balls bouncing on my thighs. ”you want anyone to fuck your son?” ”every raw pig should use my boy whenever they want. Drug him. Make him obey.” Dad grunted and yelled ”Cum in your son again?” ”Doing it…Right now. FUUUUUCK.” With that dad cummed inside me again and me still flying I begged for more. Hearing this dad brought his cum soaked and pink colored blood and cum Mix to my mouth. I thought I was to just suck it off. But while holding my head down, dad started to piss down my throat. The taste of chem piss was strong and nasty. But I did as felt what was right. I swallowed every drop. But being up for so long now I didn’t know if everything was real again. Father O’Brian finally put his phone down from recording and said “we will have more fun but I must go. I have some work obligations but will be sure to send this to everyone and show this at work. Trust me, this is your purpose boy. As Father O’Brian left dad just looked at me and said “your gonna make me a proud father.” He then kissed me with all his night. Looked at me and said “let’s get you dressed. We got one more thing to do before you are done your first round.” Dad grabbed me and told me to put on shorts, a tank top, put me In the car, and drove us 10 minutes down the road to a highway truck stop. Gave me lube seeing how very tweeked I was and told me to go to the bathroom stalls. But before I could ask why he wasn’t getting out he left me and drove off. Still high and confused I did as told. When I walked in I saw two men just motioning me to the toilet stall. One was a middle eastern daddy with just regular work clothes on. The other I recognized as the local 711 manager. Without even closing the door I was shuved inside, forced to my knees, and told to service us like we were promised. They both shuved their shorts down and came for my holes. The middle eastern daddy said “your videos are amazing. Let’s give you something to really celebrate. Being an independent Chem slut.” They both put there dicks inside me until they both quickly nutted. “Oh don’t worry, more are coming, but everyone is gonna hold you here till you are told everyone is done.” just how long would that be? Oh who cares. I love my new purpose

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

Hey guys I wanted to make sure I got this next chapter up quick after the wait lately. Thanks for your patience! This chapter sets up what I have planned in my head for the rest of the story. Hope you enjoy! Chapter 9 Dad's smile had that look like he was up to something. RIght now I didnt care about what happened next. "Do you mind if we just stay like this for a minute dad?" I was still panting a little from the intensity of my most intense orgasm ever and I just wanted to be close to this man who just took my virginity. This man I had just realized I was in love with. Dad. "Of course son" he smiled. "We are gonna need to move eventually for these guys." I turned to them and saw they were still watching us intently and stroking their hard cocks. "Wow." Maybe it was that coming down to earth feeling you have after you cum but it only hit me then how big their cocks were and that there were three of them. Were they the "more" that dad was asking about? I looked back up at dad who was still pressed on top of me and inside me. I think he could tell I was feeling some hesitation. "It's ok Coop. You trust me right?" "I do dad." "I'm going to be right with you as long as you want. I won't let anything happen to you that you dont want to happen. You just give me the signal. And you guys understand right?" The other guys grunted their yesses and then dad said to me in more of a whisper "I'm never gonna let anyone hurt you Coop. I love you son. Youre safe with me ok?" I nodded. Grant cleared his throat and that took me out of the moment between me and dad. He was trying to get our attention and it worked. "How would you guys feel about moving this to my room? Might be more fun there" He smirked the same smirk dad had before. Something mischievous. He turned to Luke and Dominic. "You guys up for it?" Without saying anything they began to move and gather themselves releasing their cocks and trying to cover them with their small towels. "We'll go ahead and wait for you two. Looks like you might want a few minutes of privacy." He winked at dad at that. "We won't be long" dad said. I had no idea what was going on. Luke opened the door and the three men walked out, Grant last who closed the door behind him. Dad turned his full attention back to me. "You ok Coop?" "Yeah dad. I think so. What is going to happen in the other room?" "Im not completely sure but I have some ideas. I promise you I wont let you get hurt and if youre not up for anything I think we can trust those guys to respect our boundaries." "Boundaries? They just watched you take your sons virginity dad." I wasnt really trying to be funny but we both chuckled at that before dad got a little more serious. "I just want this night to be about fun and pleasure for you Coop. You mean everything to me and Im so happy that i could be part of this night." "You're more than just a part. Youre still inside me dad." I was trying to be funny then but hearing that made his cock flex and it made that tingling rush of electricity run through me and I gasped at that feeling that I wanted to keep in a bottle so I could have it whenever I wanted. "You know what I mean Coop. Youre everything to me and I know some people really have problems with what we just did but..." I cut him off. "Dad I get it. I'm so happy that you were my first and that you were here tonight. It was the hottest thing ill ever do in my life probably and I wouldnt change a thing." We had never talked like this to each other. We had been getting closer, for sure, but this felt like we had jumped a few levels to get here. The talk, as purely loving as it was, did get both of us hard again. Dad hadnt fully lost his hard on inside me but I could feel it beginning to stretch me just a little further out. That made me even harder and I could tell dad could feel it stiffening against his abs. "You ready to get up and see what fun is happening in Grant's room?" "Yeah dad. But can we maybe shower or rinse off first or something?" "Sure Coop.Im gonna get up and slowly pull out and then we can hit the showers." Dad lifted his weight off me and then I could feel him slowly pull his cock out of my hole, emptying me inch by inch. Finally he was all the way out and my first feeling was that I needed for it to be filled again. Was this the stuff from the pipe that made me feel that way or was I just always going to need the sensation of hard raw cock deep inside me? That wasnt something I needed to figure out now but I knew that tonight I would be getting fucked again. I needed it. As dad stood up off the bed he reached for the pipe and torch. "I cant take this out of the room with us so you up for us finishing whats left in here before we go?" "Yeah. Its fun and its fun doing it with you dad." His eyes widened and I almost thought I could see the twisted thoughts gathering in his mind. He lit the pipe and took the first hit. We passed back and forth more times than I expected. Finally dad looked into the pipe and said, "Think theres probably one more good hit left. Im gonna take it and then blow it into your mouth ok?" I didnt really understand what he meant. Was this like the way mother birds feed their young? He took the hit and then moved closer to me. Like magnets our mouths moved towards each other. I wanted to make out with dad again so bad but then he blew the smoke into my mouth and I realized what he was doing. I passed it back to him too but then we did end up in a standing passionate make out embrace both high again like we had been before. We pressed our cocks together. They were both almost fully hard again. "You feeling good Coop?" "Yeah dad." The tingling through my body from the hits made me aware of how horny I was. Or did the hits make me horny? I didnt know but it didnt matter. We would be taking care of it soon. "Dont forget Coop. We're here for pleasure right?" I nodded. "So if anything doesnt feel good or you dont think its gonna turn into something good, just give me the signal and I'll get us out ok?" "Ok." This was the dad that I knew before tonight. The one who was serious about taking care of me when we were together. We didnt know each other super well before this summer but he always treated me like precious cargo. Tonight was just the same. This time leaving the room, we brought our towels but I took dads lead and just threw it over my shoulder. He locked the door behind him and I followed him through the maze of halls to the shower area which was like a gym shower with a bunch of shower nozzles but no curtains or walls to create separate stalls. There were two guys showering next to each other when we got there. They were talking and friendly but in the way that guys usually do at the gym. They were facing the wall and I didnt get a real look at them but they did have good bodies. We walked in and used the showers on the opposite wall from the two guys and I immediately started to wash the sweat and the cum and the smell of sex off me. Dad and I both had our backs turned to the two guys and under the shower I couldnt hear what they were talking about. I finally did turn around and when I did I noticed that they were facing us and werent talking anymore. Dad had already turned around and now all four of us got to look at each other and pretty quickly I saw that look of recognition on both their faces seeing me and looking back at dad. The two guys looked like they were a little older than dad and their cocks looked half hard. "Anybody tell you two that you look a lot alike?" one of them said. "Yeah we get that a lot. This is actually my son. This is his first time." Dads confirmation had an effect on both of their cocks. They both looked to me. "First time? For...?" "Pretty much everything." Im glad dad answered. I wasnt sure what to say and what to leave out. "Welcome son" There was something weird about being here and having a different guy call me son. I didnt know what to do with it but I felt a shiver hearing that word that ended in my cock and my hole. "Youre lucky to have a dad who will do this for you. I hope you can appreciate that." "I do." I looked over at dad and when our eyes met I felt that combination wave of love and lust for the man. My cock was definitely getting back whatever stiffness it had lost since we left the room. I could see dads cock hardening too. "Oh damn. This is more interesting than we thought." I had given us away to these two guys and for the first time I became really aware of the world that was outside of the way my relationship with dad had changed for good. In the room even with the other three guys it felt like I was living out a fantasy I never even had and now things were different and we would have to figure out who could know and who couldnt. And as that awareness arose I was still just as horny for dad than ever and I knew there was more waiting for us in Grants room. That anticipation and a little bit of embarrassment at my hard cock for dad in front of these two guys got me to turn the shower off and walk over to where we left the towels and room key. This time dad followed me and we dried off while we were still in the room. "Are you two done for the night or cleaning off before your next adventure?" Dad got bold hearing that question and threw the towel back over his shoulder and grabbed his hard cock and then mine. I was shocked for a moment but alao felt that electricity that I would feel everytime dad ever touched me. "What do you think?" dad said and then laughed. I finished toweling off and so did dad meaning he had to let go of my cock which only hardened more in his grip. "Ready Coop?" "Yeah dad." "See you men later" my dad said turning back to the two guys. "I hope so" one of them said. We went back out into the halls and for the next few minutes roamed blindly after we realized Grant never gave us his room number. But we got lucky after not too long and looked into an open room door that turned out to be his. This was a much nicer and bigger room than dads. It had a tv on the wall that the three men were watching while they all stroked their cocks. They were sitting in a row on a bed that definitely looked bigger than the one in dads room since it could fit three big men side by side with their legs at least a little spread. It was a really hot scene to see. When we crossed the doorway and into the room they all turned their attention to us. "Sorry we made you guys wait. Coop wanted to shower off first." I was so focused on the three guys on the bed that it took a minute to notice that next to the tv was a sling. I had seen it in porn before but never in person. We couldnt see what was playing on the tv from the doorway but now that we were in the room I could see it was a group scene in a hotel room. While I became transfixed on the tv, dad said to the guys, "I also didnt think it would be a good idea for me to bring the pipe around outside the room." "Dont worry abiout that. I have some stuff that will help." He paused long enough that I looked in his direction in case something went wrong that the tv had distracted me from. But he looked like he either wasnt sure what to say next or how to say what he was thinking. Finally, he turned to dad and asked, "Paul, how do you think your son here would like a slam?"

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

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