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I was ready for this reunion within the reunion to end. My childhood friend Peter was not. With two of my fresh loads in his ass he bent me over the sink as I protested, “What are you doing?” “Just returning the favour old friend, just returning the favour.” He couldn’t say anything more because his five o’clock shadow was scratching my ass cheeks as he devoured my virgin hole. Fuck, another first. I was so lost in the pleasure of this new experience that I didn’t notice when he stood. That is until his cock penetrated my unsuspecting hole. I screamed, pushed him out and away, pulled up my pants and ran down the vacant hall while trying to fasten my trousers. Without saying a word to anyone I fled the reunion and made my way to the closest hotel where I proceeded to get royally drunk. The next day I left town and swore I would never return. Over the next three years I met a wonderful woman. Within months we were married and by the end of the first year had our first child together. Deep inside I was filled with a profound disquiet. I hated that I was always on the lookout for shirtless men. I couldn’t hide from myself how turned on I was if their chests were covered with a thick mat of fur as was developing more and more on my own skinny chest. I grew more and more stressed until my wife suggested, and then insisted, that I go for some counseling. I have no idea what I babbled on about for the first four sessions, but there was no way I could tell this nice woman what was bothering me. One night I rented the video ‘Making Love’ and began watching it after my wife went to bed. When it came to the guy’s sex scene, I felt sick to my stomach, shut off the movie, grabbed a bottle of ‘Jack Daniels’ and drove off to a nearby private beach that I used for clandestine skinny dipping from time to time. I proceeded to rapidly down the entire bottle and got violently sick. Exhausted I fell into a fitful sleep and awoke cold as the sun was just starting to rise. I arrived home with my tail between my legs to be greeted by my wife. “I don’t know what’s going on, but you are scaring me and I’m afraid if this continues you will scare our son. I don’t know what you are talking about in therapy, but you better get to the root of what’s going on and fast.” Later that day, I entered my therapist’s office red eyed, and shame faced. I just cried and cried, weeping for the first twenty minutes. She calmly and patiently waited, from time to time reassuring me to ‘let it out’ and that ‘everything is going to be OK.’ Eventually, the words just started vomiting out of my depths. The movie spurring my drinking binge. My addictive attraction to men’s hairy chests. And, eventually, confessing my encounters over the years with Peter. “Have you ever told anyone before?” she gentle inquired. “NO!” “I see. Thanks for trusting me.” Over the next many weeks, I was eventually able to admit that I must at least be bisexual. I figured ‘I couldn’t have my cake and eat it too’, so I needed to resolve to push my attraction to men away and stay committed to my ‘good marriage.’ She patiently listened. Assured me I was a good man, husband and father. Only then sharing her doubts that I could just push the gay or bi feelings and needs away. When I finally relented that I thought she was right I asked her what I was supposed to do. “What do you want to do?” She patiently enquired. “Have it all go away.” “You’ve tried, how has that worked?” “It hasn’t. So, tell me what am I supposed to do?” “I can’t tell you what to do.” “But I don’t know where to start, or what to do next. I can’t tell my wife.” “You can’t tell her yet, but you’ll find the right time. In the meantime, you may need to do some experimenting.” “Experimenting? You mean have sex with guys?” “Maybe. But at least talk with some gay and bi guys.” She gave me contact information for a gay and lesbian support agency. I couldn’t bring myself to go and told her so the next session. She showed me a video of guys sharing their coming out stories. For the next three sessions we talked about my thoughts from the video. I finally admitted I found one of the guys incredibly sexy and his story of experimenting sexually with a buddy to confirm his desires incredibly exciting. “Then experiment with a buddy if you need to.”, she patiently encouraged. “But I don’t have a buddy.” “What about Peter?” “Oh, I couldn’t ask him.” “Then maybe you’ll want to hire a male escort.” “Shit, are you fucking kidding?” I had instantly sprung a boner and my heart was racing. As enticing as her last suggestion was the closest I could get was to look at escort’s adds in the back of a gay porn magazine that I found in a ditch. I couldn’t bring myself to pick up the phone. One weekend soon after this, I decided to get away for a solo backwoods canoe, camping trip. Surely, some solitude should help me relax. As I was unloading my car and packing the canoe another vehicle arrived. To my shock and surprise, it was Peter. What were the chances we’d pick the same weekend, wilderness area and start off point, let alone arrive at the same time. We decided to use just my canoe, but I insisted he bring along his own tent. We paddled for about four hours and found a great campsite just before the thunder clouds that had rolled in opened up with a deluge. As we rushed to get my tent up, I relented and told Peter, “get in hear out of the rain. We can put your’s up when the rain stops.” We threw everything in the tent and stripped to the buff out of our soaked clothes. I would have kept my underwear, but they were also dripping wet. I avoided looking at his nakedness and did the best I could to hide my raging hard on. As the rain continued, we talked about lots and awkwardly avoided the elephant in the tent ‘how we had parted the last time we saw each other’. The rain didn’t stop, we eventually rolled out our sleeping bags and slept naked on top of them. I feared I wouldn’t be able to sleep but the fresh air and exercise had worked their magic. The next day proved warm and sunny, so we set out in only swimwear to a close by waterfall. Rounding a corner, the falls came into view and we saw a naked straight couple romping below the cascade. We stealthily beached our boat and watched the couple as we hid in some bushes. I wanted to leave when they started having sex, but Peter was now wanking his big hard cock. I was too embarrassed no mater how much I wanted to stay and be a voyeur. I followed a trail, found a nice rock, sunned for a bit, removed my swim trunks, sunned some more all the time disquieted by what was going on at the falls just up the trail. My attention was not so much on the straight couple as images of Peter and his wank, which led to me remembering the awkward sexual sessions in our past. I had to cool myself down and jumped in for a skinny dip. Before I got out Peter paddled around the corner smiling like a Cheshire cat that had caught the biggest fattest mouse. “Fuck man, that was amazing. Why did you leave?” I avoided his question, scrambled to retrieve and put on my swimsuit and we resumed our paddle. After a great campfire and three glasses of scotch each we climbed into my tent. Again, it was sweltering hot, so we lay on top of our sleeping bags naked as the day we were born. An incredibly awkward silence ensued, and we both laid perfectly still for quite a while. That was until I heard Peter stir and his warm lips wrapped around my ridged cock. I didn’t say anything or move, I just let him service me. Eventually one of his fingers began to trace my hole. He only removed his mouth from my cock long enough to wet his finger which moved back, this time to gently penetrate my back entrance. This felt so good that I said nothing and continued not to move. His finger went deeper and deeper and was soon messaging my prostate. This drove me wild, and I bucked my hips driving my cock deep down his throat where I unloaded beyond his tonsils. I didn’t know the term at the time, but he moved up and snowballed a large portion of my protean which I instinctively proceeded to swallow. And to my surprise, loved. Without thinking I had his cock balls deep down my throat. I don’t know how he maneuvered it in the small tent, but he was soon positioned so we 69ed each other in mutual blow jobs. His talented mouth soon had me hard again. I matched his moves as we upped the speed and soon, we were synchronistic ally painting each other’s tonsils. When we gained our composure, he took my face in his hands and gently said; “I want to fuck you.” “No, thanks, but I’ll fuck you if you want.” Where I found the third load to breed up his ass is still beyond me to this day. Collapsing after my third epic orgasm I fell fast asleep. To be continued.

Peter, my first childhood friend. He lived next door. At the age of four, we loved to go behind the shed, strip to our underwear and pretend we were Indians. We would wrestle and take turns strangling and knifing each other to death. At the moment of death, we would always fall on top of each other exhilarated by our skin on skin contact. A few years later we would have sleepovers in the shed. He introduced me to tying leather straps around the base of our erections. I was intoxicated by the smell of the leather. He moved away so we didn’t see much of each other until grade nine. We would meet up at an abandoned shed and simply fondle each other’s hard ons. I was so turned on as he talked about what his older brother did to him sexually when they were left alone at home. I’m sure he wondered why I never asked him to do these things with me. I was deeply ashamed of these encounters and soon decided there was no place to talk about this and therefore it was to disappear from my life. I buried myself in my school work and the high school band. This didn’t stop me from being turned on by the handsome player beside me whose shirt always gapped so I could see his nipple and beautiful chest. After high school I left town for university, and Peter became the custodian for a private school. I was a frightened, studious nerd, never missing a class and spending hours studying and sleeping in the library. On one of my holiday visits back to my hometown I bumped into Peter on the street just down the block from the abandoned shed. He lit up a cigarette and suggested we go to the shed ‘for old times sake’. I ignored the fact that he was now married and the fear in my gut and followed him. Once inside he pinned me against a wall and kissed me passionately. My first kiss, ever! I was transported out of this world as his tongue slipped into my mouth and began to dance with mine. I don’t know how long we sucked face, but I soon realized he had opened my pants and fished out my now very stiff cock. He quickly dropped to his knees and my stiffy was deep down his hot throat. His eyes smiled up at me as his head bounced and I watched my member move back and forth in his lips. It didn’t take long ‘til I ejaculated, and he sucked down every drop. I stood horrified and frozen; he stood, grinned at me and planted another kiss on my gasping mouth. I hurriedly pulled up my pants and ran failing to savour the taste of my own cum. It would be several years before I would run into him again. I’d been working at my first job for about a year and went home for an uncle’s funeral. This coincided with my high school reunion, so I decided to attend. Of course, I went alone and was not surprised to see Peter and his wife there. I’d heard they now had three kids. I bumped into Peter alone at the bar. He was already a bit tipsy, and I was embarrassed by how blatantly he was flirting with me. I hustled him off to a private hallway and we were soon entering a one-person bathroom together. Door closed and locked I was once again pinned against the wall and our mouths were locked in a passionate kiss. When we finally broke from this I anxiously asked about his wife. He hushed me with a finger to his mouth with one of his shit faced grins. He then unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. Commando, his large, ridged cock slapped against his taunt belly and sexy treasure trail. He pushed me to my knees presenting his manhood to my face. I’d never really taken the time to notice before, but I was overcome by it’s cut, beauty. He grinned and nodded to me. With some hesitation I took the silky head in my mouth. “Use your tongue.”, he encouraged. Instinctively it found his piss slit and tried in vain to enter. He moaned his enjoyment and I was soon deep throat experimenting as I gave my very first blow job. As I felt I was just getting this figured out he pulled my head off his cock. “Stop. You’re good! I don’t want to cum yet.” He soon had his shirt off and my pants around my knees. Then he was kneeling and my penis had disappeared down his throat. ‘How was it I hadn’t experience this since the last time years ago?’ I wondered. “Oh, fuck Peter! That feels so good. I’m so close.” As he jumped to his feet and spun around, he urgently said, “No, not yet.” As he bent over leaning against the sink, he spit on one hand and rubbed it into his hairy ass hole. I had no idea what to do. He grabbed my raging hard on, pulled me to him and guided it to his winking hole. When I remained like a dear caught in headlights he backed onto my raw cock. This was the early seventies. I finally looked in the mirror and there was his classic shit faced grin urging me on. “Fuck me.” It felt great in there and I slowly started the in and out movement. Truth be told he was doing most of the moving with his ass. “Fuck me man, pound my ass.” I upped my game a little. “Faster, harder, fuck my cunt!” Something then possessed me, and I started slamming into him. Over and over and over again. “Fuck yeah, that’s what I need. Don’t stop!” “But if I keep this … up I’m … going to lose it.” I gasped. “Fuck yeah. That’s the point. Cum inside me, I need your sperm.” With those words not even fully out of his mouth I blasted, and blasted, and blasted! After the biggest orgasm of my life, I collapsed on his back as we both caught our breath. When I softened and fell out of him, he reached into his ass and brought out two fingers full of my man juices which proceeded right into his mouth. Then he kissed me and fed me my own cum, mouth to mouth. I was instantly hard again, a fact his free hand on my cock didn’t miss. In one swift move he was turned, bent and had my raw cock up his ass again. I didn’t need encouraging this time and ravaged his ass for the next twenty minutes. Oh, the stamina of youth as I had recovered and blasted the second load painting his guts. Gave my first blow job and pumped two loads into the ass of my now married childhood friend. Now that was a reunion beyond all my expectations. To be continued

Chapter 4 – Now it’s my turn In Chapters 1 through 3, I told about meeting up with Geoff, a hairy guy with a great playroom. He had a sling and lots of toys for our use. We’d partied and fucked each other with toys and fists. While we were relaxing and getting some more liquids in us, Geoff suggested that we both do a booty bump to amp up the fun. Between the smoking and slamming we had already done, this would move us up to the next level of spun. We each picked out a nice-sized shard and then shoved them in each other’s asses. Geoff put mine in, and I soon felt the burn. I’m sure he felt the shard melting in his ass too. We gave it a few minutes to kick in; then I got back in the sling with my ass ready for more. Geoff first massaged my hole with his lubed hands, getting it ready for his fist. He’d move down for a lick occasionally, eliciting a deep moan from me. He worked fingers from both hands in and was stretching and stroking my open hole. He added more lube to his right hand and pushed it into me. Between the earlier work and the T flowing through my body, it was an easy entry. He twisted and expanded his hand in my ass, getting to all the right places. He’d draw his hand back, almost to the point of leaving my ass, before plunging it in again. While he had me stretched out, he’d rotate his hand, letting me feel his knuckles just inside my ass. Then, Geoff popped his hand out of my ass, leaving my hole gaping. He put his fingers in my hole and used his hand as a funnel to direct lube inside my ass. The cool lube felt great inside me. He pushed his right hand in and distributed the lube around my ass. At the same time, he was using the fingers of his left hand around his wrist. He’d slide a finger in alongside his wrist and circle around my hole to stretch it out even more. He added more fingers slowly until he had all four fingers inside me next to his wrist. At that point, he pulled his right hand back and put his hands together to really stretch out my hole. Damn, the feelings were amazing! Geoff kept checking with me that I was OK with what he was doing, and I encouraged him to keep going. He pulled his left hand back to add more lube but soon got it back next to its mate, twisting and opening my ass like never before. Geoff suggested a deep hit of poppers. I knew what he was planning. I took a double hit in each nostril and gave him a nod to go for it. While we were staring into each other’s eyes, he slid both hands into my ass. This was a new one for me. Knowing that I was getting double-fisted by this hot stud made my ass pulse and my cock shoot out more cum. Geoff’s hands were busy in my ass, so I scooped up the cum and fed him some, and then ate some myself. The double-fisting was intense, and I could only take it for a little while. Geoff slowly worked his right hand out, leaving his left one inside me. He gently circled my hole with his fingers, getting me to a more relaxed state. At that point, he was able to pull his hand out and repeatedly pound back into my ass. I was swinging on the sling, adding to the depth and excitement of what we were doing. We slowed down, and Geoff eventually took his hand out of my ass. Without asking, he shoved his semi-hard cock inside my gaping ass. He was able to fuck me a bit but was really after something else. He asked me if I wanted his chempiss and I told him to let it fly. He buried his cock as deep as he could. I could see him concentrating on getting his piss to flow. Soon, I felt the spreading warmth as he filled my ass with his piss. He kept his cock inside me for a bit, then pulled out and put a butt plug in to keep the liquid inside me. I felt the rush from it, less potent than the slam or booty bump, but still making my body react. Once he pulled out, he pissed some more on my stomach, which was really hot. I ran my hands through it and licked some off my hands. Geoff leaned down and tasted some too. My cock added more liquid, but it was more cum than piss. We shared some of that too. I collapsed back in the sling, feeling totally spent. Geoff went over to the bed and laid down on it. Once I felt stable enough, I got out of the sling, went over to the bed, and laid down next to him. We made out for a while, feeling each other’s cocks and asses. I stuck my nose in one of his armpits and got into licking out the sweat from there. He played with my nipples and ass while I was doing that. Eventually, we both slowed down our play. While we couldn’t sleep for a while, we just cuddled and talked. It turned out that we had a lot in common besides our need for partying and ass play. Once the sun rose, I got dressed, kissed him goodbye, and went home. The next time should be even more intense.

My pighole

Chapter 1 – Daniel is a working man Horny again, I got on a few of the apps with little hope of success. It was late on a workday, and guys would use the “I have to get up for work in the morning” excuse while collecting pictures and talking nasty. But I was horny and willing to engage. There’s a big factory being built near where I live. There are lots of guys that were brought in to work there, and some of them are really hot. A little rough around the edges, but a hot, hairy, well-muscled stud is always a good find. A guy named Daniel hit me up on one of the apps. He said he was temporarily working at the factory, staying at his family’s cabin near the river. He only had one pic, but it showed a nice hairy chest with good definition. He said that he was getting off work soon and would love to have a guy over to help him relax. We discussed our interests, and he was mostly a top but liked mutual sucking and rimming too. He also said he’d brought his sling with him, which excited me more. We made plans to meet up after he got home. He emailed me to let me know he was home and ready to have me over. I put on shorts and a T-shirt and headed out immediately. His place overlooked the river, with a big screened-in porch across the back. I knocked on the front door, and Daniel answered quickly. He was wearing tight shorts and had a plaid shirt on that was unbuttoned. Handsome and a nice, trimmed beard. He looked great. He let me in and said that he needed to take a quick shower. I told him that wasn’t necessary since he looked pretty good as is, and I’m OK with some man musk. He shrugged and said that it was my choice. He suggested that we set up the sling on the porch. The screens would keep the bugs away, we’d hear the river while we played, and being outdoors is always fun. That sounded great to me. He got the duffle bag with the sling in it, and we started to put it together. I noticed that he had a bigger bulge in his shorts than when I first got there, so I suggested that we get naked and finish assembling the sling. We both quickly discarded our clothes and started making out and feeling each other up. Daniel had a great body, with hair in all the right places. For me, that means that he had a hairy ass. That is my favorite to look at, play with, rim, or whatever else a guy wants to do. After we got back to finishing the sling, Daniel was crouched down, looking for something in the duffle bag. I got behind him and gave his hole a quick lick. He jumped but then set it right back down on my lips. He had that great musk from a day’s work, and I love that. Not wanting to distract too much, I gave his hole a few licks and then suggested that we get back to the sling. Once the sling was ready, Daniel asked if I’d like to smoke before we got to it. I asked him what we were going to smoke, and he said that he had lots of options. I asked if he had T, and he grinned broadly and walked inside. Seeing his naked body walk away was all my cock needed to get hard. He came back with a water pipe that was ready to go. He lit the torch, melted some down, and took a deep hit before passing it to me. I did the same but then shot gunned the smoke into his mouth. He was a great kisser, so we made out like that, naked and hard on the porch, with the sounds of nature all around us. We broke apart, smoked some more, and then he had me get in the sling. He immediately started rimming my ass, and he was good at it. I was moaning and groaning, and he was having a good time. My cock had shrunk due to the T, but my ass was more than ready for him. Luckily, his cock did not suffer from shrinking, and he was stroking it while he ate my ass. Then, Daniel stood up and pressed his cock against my hole. He added some lube and slid his cock inside me. He had a thick cock, not too long, but it felt great inside me. We fucked for a while, and he said that we needed to smoke some more, so I got out of the sling. We sat on some chairs and smoked a bit, feeling each other up. I got between his legs and sucked his cock into my mouth. I could taste his precum, my ass, and the lube on his dick. When I buried my nose in his pubes, I came back with another great aroma. A hot, sexy man scent that I love. I suggested that I eat his ass. He climbed in the sling and, even in the low light, looked fucking awesome. I worked his hole, licking all around his hairy ass before focusing on the prize before me. I licked, probed, and sucked on his hole, savoring the taste and smell of a man. Daniel wanted to fuck, so he got out of the sling, I got in, and he shoved his hard cock inside me. He knew how to fuck, and we went at it for quite a while. He asked if he could breed me, and I said yes. He upped the thrusting and shoved in deep, groaning while he unloaded his cum in my ass. After, he slowly pumped my hole some more before pulling out. He sat on a chair that he positioned under the sling, looking at my freshly bred hole. He’d reach out to stroke it or stick a finger in while absentmindedly playing with his cock and, sometimes, his hole. Daniel told me he had a great time, and I thought things were over. I was getting ready to get out of the sling when he asked if I was into any other piggy play. Since he just bred my ass, he kind of already knew the answer. I told him that I liked ass-to-mouth, some piss play, and deep ass work. He stood up, came over, and fed me his cock when he asked if I’d ever been fisted. I said yes, and he asked if I was up for it tonight. Fuck, yeah! We smoked a little more before he started playing with my hole again. He had big hands, and we needed a lot of lube, but he got his hairy paw inside me. That night, we didn’t fist for too long since we had work in the morning, but he invited me over for another session this weekend.

I quite agree. Too many guys on the apps now think the definition of a man is "a life support machine for a penis".

I remember cruising before the internet where you scored just by going out with your clothes on, in a bar or on the street. And score I did, a lot But now with the apps, now that the gays have the right to reduce the entire me to the size of my dick, well it's over.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of splashing water. I climbed out of the tent to find Peter skinny dipping right off our site. I decided ‘what the hell’, slipped out of my shorts and dove in. After our swim we had a nice breakfast, checked the map for our day’s adventure and set out in the quickly climbing heat of the day. About halfway across our first portage we came upon a couple of very hunky, friendly guys camping. Even though it was before 11 a.m. they offered us beer. Peter was quick to accept and told them I didn’t drink beer. This was true and I was too shy to speak up and say that in the extreme heat I would give one a try. As the three of them talked and bantered I just grew more and more anxious. I began to worry I was moving toward a panic attack and excused myself saying I needed to pee and that maybe I’d take a swim to cool off before returning. I had a nice little swim, and when I thought it would have been long enough for them to have downed their beers, I headed back to the camp site. From a distance I could see they were having sex. Peter was in the middle being spit roasted. I couldn’t stop myself from hiding in the bushes and watching. One hunky cub pounded his ass as the other fucked his mouth. There was no doubt he was an enthusiastic participant. “Fuck, I’m so close!”, called the guy in his ass. “Breed him man”, responded the other. Peter reached behind to pull the guy tight into his ass as the tops howl made it clear he was having the orgasm of his life. The sexy cubs quickly switched places. Peter was now sucking and cleaning the cock that had just exploded in his ass and the guy fucking him quickly and loudly orgasmed. I was so turned on watching my childhood friend take two loads up the ass that I lost my balance and fell into the bush betraying my presence. Peter came over to help me up and as if nothing was out of the ordinary, he scooped some cum from his ass and fed it too me. By now they were all laughing. By the empties strewn around they had each had more than one beer. Again, I was offered a beer which I eagerly accepted and guzzled to try and hide my embracement. They each had two or three more beer to my one and soon the two cubs were pissing into Peter’s mouth and ass. I couldn’t believe what I was watching and just how none pulsed the other three were with their nakedness and sexual exploits. They acted as if I wasn’t even there. In my semi-drunken state, I finally encourage a very drunk Peter that it was time for us to move on. We returned to our lake, and I paddled the canoe back to our campsite with a naked Peter sprawled in the bottom of the canoe. As Peter slept off his drunken stupor sprawled naked out on a rock, I contemplated what I had just witnessed and tried to be honest with my reaction as my therapist had encouraged. Truth was, I had been incredibly turned on and deeply jealous of the other three for being so sexually liberated. As Peter came to his first words were, “I want to fuck you. I want to fuck your ass so badly.” “Shit man. Honestly, I want you to fuck me to. But I’m so fuckin scared.” He motioned for me to move over to him, took me into his arms, and held me in a deep embrace. I began to cry, and the crying developed into sobs and for the longest time I just wept and wept. Peter just held me tight and kissed the tears from my face until I calmed down. “Peter, I do want you to fuck me, but I’m too fucking frightened. Fuck, it’s not about want, I need you to fuck me. I need you to show me what I need. Just take me for God’s sake, just take me with your big, beautiful cock.” He took my face in his hands and kissed me so gently. He kissed the tears from my eyes and cheeks. He looked deeply into my eyes and gently said, “I want to fuck you, I want to give you what you need. Get out of your shorts.” As I disrobed, he laid back and invited me to sit on his face. I did as instructed and his tongue penetrated my hole. I instinctively bent and took his hardening cock into my mouth. He rimmed, fucked and chewed on my hole as I gaged and slobbered on his man meet. Somehow, I knew when it was time to turn and lower myself toward his powerful manhood. With one hand he steadied and aimed his cock and with the other he guided my hips into place. I felt and savoured the mushroom head of his cock teasing my hole. I couldn't believe this was actually going to happen. He just kept looking into my eyes and encouraging me with a gentle affirming nod of his head. Not a word was spoken but his instruction was clear. The pressure grew on my hole as I lowered myself further. Just as I wondered how much more pressure would be needed his turgid tool breached my hole. His tip was inside me, and fuck, did it hurt. I threw my head back in pain and agony. I was ready to jump up and off him when I felt his strong hands firmly grip my waist and exert pressure to pull my body down onto him. I was resisting and he caught my eye once again. Modeling deep beathing he continued to steadily increase the downward pressure. He slid into me ½ inch by ½ inch and I felt like I was being torn apart. He held my gaze and mouthed the words, “I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you so much.” I had reached my pain limit, I broke eye contact and attempted to stand up and flee. His hips anticipated my move and beat me as he thrust up and impaled me with the full length of his rod. I thought I was going to faint the pain was so fierce. Again, I tried to pull away, but his strong grip held me fast. “Breath deep, just breath deep.” Unable to do anything else I followed his instruction and like magic the searing pain transformed into amazing pleasure, or better, a hurt that just hurt so fuckin good. My face began to relax, and he broke into a huge ‘I told you so’ smile. I lifted my ass a little and then sat right back down. It felt ok so I did it again, stroking the raw cock into my ass a bit further with each try. My pleasure just kept growing as did his ‘I fucking told you so’ grin. Then suddenly his look changed to animalistic lust, and I was instantly on my back with my ass gaping. The feeling so cool and empty. He quickly pulled up my legs and pinned them to my shoulders. With his cock head once again teasing my hole through gritted teeth he said, “Now … I’m going to fuck you; I’m going to take what I want.” And he plunged into me knocking every ounce of air out of my body. The onslaught was like being hit by a train, and it didn’t stop, and the longer it continued the more I realized I couldn’t tell the difference between pleasure and pain. I just wanted it to go on and on. I was soon awash in the sweat rolling off his body. He was licking sweat from my neck and then biting my neck. Fuck I realized, he’s giving me a hickey. Then fear set in, he’s become a vampire. That’s when a warm sensation began filling my gut, I could feel every spasm and his growl of ejaculation vibrated throughout my body. He panted like a wild animal and crushed me into the rock with his powerful anvil. I began to wonder if he would ever stop. And then his voice rasped triumphantly; “I just fucked you; I just took what I needed. … And I just fuckin … stole your virginity. … now it’s time … for you to thank me.” And like a jack rabbit in one hop his still ragging hard cock was down my throat. The taste of cum, sweat and ass juices was intoxicating. When I had thoroughly cleaned his cock, I thanked him and asked how soon ‘til he would be ready to ‘go again’. He mounted me immediately, and although I didn’t think it possible, he gave me an even more brutal fucking and quickly pumped what felt like an even bigger load deep into my gut. Throughout the rest of the day, we did nothing but fuck and breed each other, eat, swim and start all over again. I fell asleep that night having pumped three loads into my friend. His cock was in my ass marinating in the five loads he had pumped into me. To be continued

I'm sure you probably know this, but in some respects religion in Ireland was a proxy issue for colonialism vs. self-determination. That's not to say that religious differences were insincere, but that they existed at all is due to the economic treatment of Ireland by Great Britain.

I used to try to hide the fact that I was married when looking for sex with men. But then I realized it was a big turn on to most guys. Especially since I bottom for tops. A married bottom is very enticing to men. They love sending me home to my wife and daughters with their load in me. And love jumping in bed and cuddling with my wife with a nice load in me.

I have a top who loves to kiss. When I meet him at the door he kisses with an open mouth. Tongue in my mouth. When we get to the bed he strips and starts kissing again. After sucking both ways he puts a pillow under my ass. He starts kissing again. He still kisses as he unloads his huge load deep in my ass. This happened Thursday I have to admit. It was hot. Any other bottoms like this

A month ago I misplaced my hiv medication that was delivered in a white bubble pouch. I spent seven days looking for it off and on, and finally confessed to calling Cvs. I had a migraine headache and starting to feel like I had a cold , as the antiviral is missing. Luckily I got it the very next day. I can’t imagine anybody just stopping their medication to progress back to the world of being fully poz. Being poz is a pain and doesn’t feel that great. Treatment is not as bad as it used to be. If you are poz please go get the medication. You run the risk of eliminating part of your original copies of your white blood cells. People who fantasizing about stopping their drugs is crazy. One week made me feel like crap and that was not voluntary.

OMG, as a repressed gay teen, i spent hours in restroom reading the messages on stall walls, just sitting there and being amongst my people lol. No, seriously, i did. Those who did not grow up in an era of repression, where being gay and fucking could get you arrested and charged with a felony, may think it weird that we had sex in restrooms (read: "in hiding").

Tap foot for BJ

I love kissing and it's absolutely necessary for a hot encounter. For the same reason I love bareback, I love kissing. Intimacy. Kissing as part of foreplay gets me hard and ready for fucking. The hottest kissing involves snowballing cum. If a guy swallows my cum I want him to kiss me so I can taste it.

I absolutely love ass to mouth. An absolute must during foreplay. I'm not into a dirty ass but a musky or sweaty hole is great. I also much prefer an I shaved hairy hole. So masculine and the texture is a turn on. Recently I had a guy come over unexpectedly. I hadn't showered and he went to town on my hole. Was telling me how great my dirty hole tasted and then kissed me deep. OMG what a turn on. May have been the [banned word] as much as anything. I then went to town on his ass. Eating, kissing and then sliding in his hole. Fucked him until I shot my load. He got up and squeezed the fluids into my mouth. Have to admit it was a little dirty. Cum and ass juices but immediately kissed him so he could taste what I tasted. [banned word] and intimate

I prefer to no have it touched. I have started to lock it up more because of it.

I know it may sound weird but that is why when I’m in a 1:1 situation I prefer the Top not to play with my cock and just focus on my arse…. That makes me orgasm. But when there is a group and other bottoms I love to 69 with another bottom while we both get fucked 💦🎉💦

Fitting this should be my first post. Hello all

For me kissing is a must. It hits all the right buttons and sets me up for a great fuck session. Open mouth, tongue play, tongue sucking all makes me putty for my top. The frosting on the cake is kissing me while he is inside of me and even better if when he unloads.

Yes. Coming back to my wife with a load or two makes me so horny. Its really the only way I can get turned on enough to fuck her these days.

Absolutely MAN-datory for me. Had a twink over one time. We started kissing and didn't stop for nearly two hours. I asked him if he wanted to cum with me while I jacked off, still kissing of course, he said, I already came twice, lol. My face was so raw.

1. Jason I didn’t know what to expect when Nathan opened the door, or, for that matter, whom to expect. I didn't know his name. I didn't know what he would be into. Even so, even although I hadn't been mentally expecting any type of guy in particular, his actual, physical presence shocked me a bit. It was finally happening, for real. He was a bit on the short side compared to what I had imagined. He was also very cute. Even through his t-shirt, I could tell he was rail-thin, as there wasn't an ounce of fat on his body. He had short hair, blue eyes with just the merest hint of stubble, like he hadn't shaved that morning. "I'm Sean," he said, standing just inside the door, introducing himself. Nathan closed the door as Sean began to speak, and we were alone. "I'm Jason," I replied, feeling a little self-conscious at this point. I was in just a jock strap, but Sean was still fully dressed. "Nice to meet you," he said, smiling at me. I felt a little more at ease with him, thinking he seemed easy-going enough. "I guess I'm a little over-dressed for this," and with that he removed his shirt, revealing, as I had guessed, that his body was quite wiry and thin. He was not very muscular but there was a spray of hair over his pecs and the hint of a treasure trail disappearing into his shorts. "I guess this is always a little awkward at first, huh?" "Yeah," I replied, not having moved from the bed. "Want to break the ice a bit?" He put an emphasis on ice that was a bit unusual. "Sure," I replied. With that he pulled down his shorts, revealing a swimmer's jock, just like the one I was wearing. There was a spray of pubic hair poking out of the top and the pouch looked to be very well-filled. "Cool," he said, reaching into his bag, and pulling out a case for sunglasses. Opening it, he extracted a glass pipe and lighter. "You cool?" he asked, gesturing at his pipe. Remaining in the sunglasses case was a fat bag of crystal. "Yeah, I am" not knowing what else to say. It had been a while since I had partied, but I hadn't given it up. "Awesome. I love this stuff." He sat down on the bed next to me, and carefully wiped off the bowl of the pipe. He took the torch and slowly melted the drug already in the pipe. He did a long hit from the pipe and then motioned for me to shotgun it from him. I leaned in, letting our lips lock, and inhaled a thick cloud. Even after I had taken as much as I could, he continued to exhale the smoke into the dim bedroom. It engulfed our heads as we continued to kiss. "You party a lot?" he asked me, breaking off the kiss. "Not really. Once every few months, I guess. You?" "Every weekend, usually." He did another long hit from the pipe, and held it. This time he just exhaled it. "It's how I got into barebacking. No one ever uses a rubber when they are partying, you know." I smiled, agreeing, and enjoying that initial tingle of the drug with the promise of so much more pleasure. "You ever do a booty bump?" Sean asked. "Never," I answered. It had been only a year or so ago I had even smoked it for the first time. Hearing my answer, he dug into his bag again and pulled out a needle-less syringe as well as the baggie of crystal from the case. "Water?" he asked, looking around. I pointed to a glass of water on the bed table. "Perfect," he said. He pulled out a large chunk of the tina, and forced it into the body of the syringe. He put the plunger in and then filled it with water. He flicked the syringe a few times before sitting back down next to me. "Ready?" he asked me. He was gently shaking it and its powerful contents. I guessed it was to force the crystal dissolve. "I'm not sure about this," I said. I had been with him for less than five minutes, and already, I wasn't sure about how fast this was going. "Maybe just smoke it?" "Don't worry. You'll love this," he said. "Get on all fours, with that beautiful fuckable ass up in the air." I didn't protest any more and got on my knees. Sean knelt down between my legs and spread my cheeks. "Hand me that bottle of lube," he said. I grabbed it and handed it to him. I felt a drop or two of the cold lube on my ass and a slight poke as the syringe plunged into my hole. "This may sting a bit," he said, and suddenly, there was a cold feeling in my ass. "That's it?" I asked. "Yeah. Just hold it there, and let it soak in." I heard him light the torch again, and he took another long hit from the pipe. "You're poz?" I asked him. I wanted to know more about him. "Yeah, of course. Years now." He did another hit before continuing. "Nate tells me you're still neg?" "Yeah." There was now a tinge of warmth in my hole, like a big load had just been planted up there. It seemed to gradually radiate out from my butt, and it was beginning to envelope my entire body. "How did you get HIV?" "Same way you're going to get it," he said. "Letting poz guys fuck me." He rubbed a finger against my ass. "You're good. Roll over." I rolled onto my back; Sean was still kneeling between my legs. He did one more hit from the pipe, then leaned towards me. "Take it," he said, letting only the smallest cloud escape. I locked lips with Sean, and he forced the drug into my lungs, once more completely filling me up with the cloud. I was a light-weight, he was a heavy-weight. I was already in over my head. But still, I held the crystal for as long as I could. "Good job," he said, finally giving me permission to breathe it out. He put the pipe and lighter on the bed table. "You want my poz load?" he asked me. "Yeah, I do," I answered. I was feeling no pain and no shame. The idea of a hard poz cock sliding into my hole was filling my mind, crowding out all other thoughts, including any thought of self-preservation. "I need some fresh poz cum in me." "It's hot to hear you beg for it," Sean said. He reached down and pulled his jockstrap to the side, letting his cock hang out. He was already semi-hard, and I could tell it was a nice sized dick. It wasn't as long as some I had played with, but just the girth and weight of it was impressive, especially in contrast to his short, skinny body, which made it seem even bigger. I must have been staring, since Sean noticed me and said, "Yeah, it's a big one for a skinny runt like me." Sean poured some lube on his cock, stroking it and slicking it up. It didn't grow much bigger, which I was glad for, but just got harder. As he rubbed the lube over his shaft, he started to press the head against my ass, teasing it. I pushed back against him, wanting it inside of me. "Please man," I begged. I didn't want it; I needed it deep in me. "Patience," he answered, adding "you'll get it soon enough." He poured some lube down my crack and slid a finger in, pushing the slippery fluid into me. "You're opening up really nicely," he remarked, asking "You ready?" I nodded. I grabbed the bottle of poppers and did a hit. Sean poured a little more lube on his tool. I offered him the poppers, but he shook his head. "Give me that hard cock," I said. He grinned at me and lined his cockhead up with my hole. Right as the poppers hit, Sean pushed into me. Feeling my hole stretch open to fit his thick cockhead, I knew this was going to be another intense fuck. Sean took his time entering me. He didn't go very fast, but it was also clear he wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Damn, that's tight," he said. "How long have you been getting fucked?" I thought back to when I had first met Nathan. I realized that it had been less than a week ago. Now here I was, tweaked out, with my legs up in the air, and a relative stranger forcing his poz raw cock into my hole. "Only about a week," I said. In my horny, tweaked-out state, I couldn't keep up with any story more complex than the simple truth. "Damn, man. No wonder you're so tight. And you're already chasing?" "Chasing?" I asked. I had never heard that phrase before, especially for sex. "You know, bug chasing. Looking for poz guys to infect you." "Yeah. I guess I am chasing." Sean had now gotten his cock all the way in my hole, and was starting to slowly stroke in and out. Between my insatiable desire for raw cock and tina's effectiveness, I knew my hole was opening up nicely for him. "Hot," Sean said. "What about you? Did you chase? Or was it an accident?" "Naw. Once I started seriously partying, and of course, barebacking, I knew it was only a matter of time." He shoved his cock back into me. "I was playing with all kinds of guys, poz, neg and unknown. All raw. I knew it was pointless to try to avoid it." "So, what did you do?" I reached down and grabbed his bony ass. He was small enough that I could grab both cheeks, and pull him deeper in my hole. His body felt so small on top of me, yet his cock was so large and hard inside of me. "I went for it. Whenever I saw a poz guy online, I'd ask him to fuck me raw." He took another of his deep strokes and his eyes closed in pleasure. "Did anyone refuse?" I was wondering how common it was for poz guys to knowingly fuck neg guys. Nathan had fucked me, but then, he had also asked me repeatedly if I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. "Hell no. Every guy wants to fuck raw, no matter what he might say." I had to agree with his assessment, as either a top or a bottom. "Only one guy wasn't sure about it, that is fucking me raw." "And, what happened there?" "I said I'd get him high. And he fucked six poz loads into me over the weekend." "Sweet," I said. "Yeah." Sean leaned in and kissed me. I was having a good time. There was an easy connection developing between us. He was also just fun to talk to, not to mention how good his cock felt buried in my bare ass. We lay there, kissing and fucking, working his cock deeper into my body, and then fucking and kissing some more. He was dripping pre-cum into me the entire time, further lubricating my hole. "How long did it take?" I asked, breaking off our long kiss. "Getting pozzed?" he asked. I nodded. "I don't know. I never got sick. And I waited six months before I got tested." He thrust in deep. "Of course, I tested out poz." We went silent again. He was fucking me harder now and I could tell he was getting close, but I didn't want the fuck to end quite so soon. "Any regrets?" I asked him. "About being poz?" he asked. He shook his head no. "You know that feeling, right as the crystal is hitting, when you have that feeling of complete freedom and total desire for sex?" It was my turn to shake my head, this time agreeing. "It's like that. All the time. I don't worry about who fucks me. Or who I fuck." I smiled. "It sounds nice." "And sometimes, just sometimes," he said, "You get a fucking hot neg guy, with an amazing ass. Who. Wants. My. Poz. Cum." With each word, he thrust his cock into me, emphasizing just whom he was talking about. "And it makes all the petty discomforts completely worthwhile." We took another long pause from talking in order to make out some more. Then he asked, "And you? Why are you doing this?" I paused. It was a question for which I didn't have a good answer. Nor would Sean be the last one to ask me either. I delayed answering by pulling him down and kissing him again. He probed my mouth but after a few moments, he broke it off. "You can't get out of answering that so easily." "I don't know for sure. A week ago, I would have said I was totally top. Bareback, but still a top. Then I met Nathan. And I had to get his cock inside of me." Sean was watching me, smiling. I could feel his cock stiffening slightly in my hole. I continued. "And that he was poz wasn't a worry. It was almost a bonus. Now I just want to not be afraid anymore, to get the inevitable over with. And enjoy the process as much as I can." "I understand. Nathan's damn amazing," he said. It was an interesting comment, said in a tone that implied much more was being left unsaid. I expected for him to be jealous, but there was no trace of it. "Any regrets so far? Any uncertainty?" "Some. It's big step, but so far, this just feels right. The first time Nathan came in me was the most intimate experience I've ever had. And your cock in me raw is almost as amazing." I pulled him into me deep again, and kissed him. "Fuck me. Cum in me, Sean. Breed me good, Sean." "Fuck Jason, I don't want to cum yet. I want this to last." Almost simultaneously, we both turned and looked at the clock on the bed table. Forty-five after. Time had flown by for us, twisted by the crystal into an encounter that was far too short. "Damn. Time's almost up." "I know. Seems too short. Is this going to be the only time?" "Not at all. Nathan knows how to find me. But let's focus on the here and now. Which means getting you bred." "Sounds good to me," I said. Sean grabbed the bottle of poppers and held it under my nose. "Do a good hit, Jason," he said. I took a long hit, before Sean took the bottle. He did a hit and then offered it back to me. I shook my head no, but he insisted. "Let yourself go," he said. Reluctantly, I inhaled more of the sweet scent. "Right on, Jason," he said, doing one last quick one himself. "Now, what do you want?" "I want your poz sperm inside of me, Sean." It was a true statement. I was having a great time with Sean, and it seemed perfectly alright and perfectly natural to have him shoot in me. That it was deadly sperm was only an added bonus. It was such a small, intimate thing to give him as a top: to let him cum in me. I couldn't make him pull out. I couldn't think about how it could change me forever. "Please, breed me." "Oh yeah, Jason," he grunted. "I'm gonna shoot. I'm gonna cum in your sweet raw ass." He bent down, stuck his tongue in my mouth, and shoved his cock in deep. "I can't hold it any longer," he said. Deep inside of me, his cock stiffened, spurted and injected his toxic cum into me. "Take it, Jason," he said, between frantic kisses. "Please, Sean, give it to me," I said. I was clenching my ass around his cock, trying to milk out every drop of his poz jizz. I was totally in the moment, unable to worry about the danger of this simple fuck. The danger was a part of the turn-on; this innocent-looking young man had a cock that could kill, coupled with a serious drug problem. "Fuck yeah, I'm breeding that hot hole of yours now," he said, pistoning in and out of my ass. I could feel his cockhead rubbing his sperm all over my hole, making sure it smeared across my hole, ready to be absorbed by my body. There were a few more shivers racking Sean's body, as he pumped the last of his load into me. We stayed linked with his cock connecting us. We made out a bit while the last drops of his precious spooge slowly dripped into me. "Thanks," I said. "That was hot." "Fuck yeah," he said. "I hope you get what you need. And I'm glad I could be part of the process." "Me too. I really enjoyed this." We were quiet a bit, kissing while his cock softened. "What's your plans for the rest of the day," I asked. "Not sure," he answered. He shifted slowly, finally letting his cock slide out of my hole. Soon I would need something back in me, but for now, it was enough just to feel his warm semen in my hole. "Still early. Probably head to a bath house and see how many loads I can get." He grabbed a towel from the bed table and wiped off his cock. "You?" "Nathan's got my afternoon planned. You're the first of several. But no idea of who." "Fucking hot. You're gonna have fun." "I hope so. You've set a very high bar." He laughed. "Let's do a hit for the road," he said as he picked up the pipe again. He lit the torch, and held it under the bowl. As the crystal smoked, he did an expert hit, draining the bowl several times. When he finished, he motioned for me to shotgun it from him. I took the hit. It was huge and it filled my lungs. "Hold it for me, Jason," he said. As I held it, he put his cock back in the jockstrap, and pulled on his shorts. "Now," he said, and I got to exhale. The cloud filled the room. "Your turn," he said, handing me the pipe and torch. I lit it up, and started sucking on the stem. I wasn't sure how big of a hit I wanted, but Sean told me what I needed. "Do a big one, Jason." I kept on inhaling, filling my lungs the best I could. "Nice," he said, as I finally pulled the pipe away. "Hold it." I held it as long as I could and motioned for him to shotgun it. We locked lips as I pushed the hit into his mouth. He only took a bit of it, making me exhale the rest. "Fuck Sean," I said. "I'm going to be feeling fearless this afternoon." "That's what I want. You need to enjoy this afternoon." He put away the pipe and lighter, and gathered up his things. He gave me one last kiss. "I want to see you again soon. Hopefully you'll be poz by then." He headed out the door, and I lay back down on the bed, waiting for Nathan to bring the next guy.

Fake Bareback Porn Cast (Part 1) “Actors for adult movies wanted – only male erotica. Interested? Call 555-BAREBACK for further information.” Jake was at a coffee shop when he read the ad in a gay journal, and being in serious need of some money, he decided he would give it a try, so some two hours later, when at home, he called the company, having decided it was too sensitive a subject to discuss in public. The telephone rang and a male voice answered “BareRapeEnterprises. My name is Sydney. How can I help you?” “Hey there, my name is Jake Myers. I’ve read your ad in a journal and wondered if you are still looking for male actors.” “Yes we are. May I ask your age?” asked the voice on the other end of the call. “I just turned 18,” Jake answered.. “We are looking for young male actors to play the submissive role. Are you top or bottom?” “I'm versatile, I guess, but if you need a bottom, then I'll bottom. Look, I really need the cash, by the way. How much would I earn?” Jake asked, cutting to the chase. “First of all we need to interview you. If our management is satisfied with your looks and your stats you will be invited to a casting. There you will meet our director and maybe another actor with whom you would shoot some scenes. For both – the interview and the casting, you won't get paid, but if you are chosen for a role in a porn movie you get up to 250 dollars per scene. You could earn up to a 1000 dollars per movie - in the beginning,” Sydney explained, adding “There could be changes to the contract, but you will get to read it before you sign it. If, of course, you're chosen.” Jake heard a warm chuckle in Sydney's voice. “May I ask your height and weight?” Sydney continued. “I'm 170 cm tall and weigh around 55 kilos” Jake replied. “Excellent,” Sydney commented, apparently noting down Jake's stats. “What is your hair color and eye color?” he next asked. “Blond with blue eyes,” Jake responded. “Do you have problems changing your style? Haircut, hair color and so on?” Sidney questioned. “Nah – I am open for a change” “Now, you remarked you're a bottom. Are you a virgin?” Jake openly laughed, and then giggling answered "Nope. I am experienced. I've had several boyfriends, and believe me, I know my way around when it comes to sex.” “Alright. I will give this information to my supervisor. Please give me your telephone number. If my supervisor is interested in interviewing you, he'll give you a call." Jake gave Sydney both his home number and his cell phone number, concluding the call by commenting he hoped to hear back from the supervisor. Three days later, while Jake was on the bus, en route to a friend's house, Jake's cell phone rang. “Hello there. This is Tony speaking from BareRapeEnterprises. Am I talking to Jake Myers?” a deep voice asked. His heart skipping a beat, Jake answered “Yes, I'm Jake. Hi Tony, what can I do for you?” “Hey Jake. We would like to invite you to an interview. Are you still interested in taking part in a porn production?” “Yes, I am. I can’t believe you actually called me. I was vaguely thinking you weren't interested," Jake commented. “No – we are casting right now for a new production and so we are quite busy with this project. If you don’t mind, we would like to connect the interview with the casting. This means, if you pass the interview we will take some shootings right away. Is that okay with you?” Tony asked. “Sure, that's fine. When and where do you want me?” “Tomorrow would be fine, say at 10:00 AM,” Tony replied, also providing the address to an apartment where the interview would be held. The next day when Jake arrived at the address, he was a bit disappointed. He had, of course, seen many, many porn porn flicks, and the background location of each flick was usually a large, handsome house complete with a luxurious pool, but the address to which he had been directed was a perfectly ordinary, if not actually run down apartment complex. But, being short of money (and having made a fairly long trip to the address), he rang found the apartment and rang the bell. Almost immediately the door opened, and a good looking guy in a white shirt and a business pants asked "You must be Jake. I'm Tim, and I'm the producer/director of the film." Jake replied appropriately, and when asked, provided his ID card, even as he discretely tried to focus on Tim's crotch, where, it was apparent, an exceptionally large tool resided. Tim made a photocopy of Jake's ID, and gave him a contract to review and sign. Jake definitely signed it, but honestly only skimmed the contract. Taking the contract back from Jake, Tim explained the interview would be used for internal purpose only, but the casting could be videotaped and, if used, Jake would earn 50 dollars. Tim went on explaining, however, it was unlikely the casting video would be used. Then Tim asked a wide range of intimate questions, such as "How often do you bottom?" and "How often do you top?" and "Describe your favorite sexual activities, as well as the most extreme sexual experiences you've had?" Tim specifically asked about gang bangs, piss play, and the largest cock Jake could readily take in his ass. Being an honest fellow, Jake answered he had not yet been a gangbang bottom, but was happy to try, and while he had swallowed piss, yellow play wasn't a major part of his repertoire, and the largest cock he could remember taking was a full eight inches, but he was excited at the prospect of taking a bigger cock in his hole. "Do you have any sexual limits?" Tim asked. "Not especially," Jake answered, adding "but I draw the line with women, boys and animals." Afterwards Tim asked Jake to undress in front of the cam and in so doing, Jake tried to look as sexy as possible, even licking his lips as he smiled into the camera, a la Marilyn Monroe. He also posed to display his tight, small ass, and played with his hole, sliding a couple of fingers into his opening as he moaned like a bitch in heat. Tim was a very 'hands-on' director, and without saying a word, just giving an appreciative smile, slid his thumb into Jake's ass, complimenting him as he did so, saying it was exceptionally tight, and, withdrawing his thumb, Tim took a seat at his desk and asked "Would you mind sucking me off while I film you?" In a nanosecond Jake was down on his knees, opening Tim's belt and zipper, and helping Tim pull his trousers down, revealing Tim's fat, eight inch, rock solid cock. Initially Jake simply stroked Tim, but as the cam recorded the images, Jake swirled his tongue around Tim's dick head, licking the underside of his prick, all the while trying to keep some degree of eye contact with the camera. As he did so, Tim encouraged Jake to give the cam a good show, urging “You gotta suck harder and keep your eyes on me. Yeah, look at me…. yeah – right,” he moaned. Jake had made-up his mind to drain Tim's balls empty, wanting to give him such a great blow job that Tim would be sure to cast Jake in the next movie, Jake as the latest star in the porn industry, earning thousands and thousands of dollars with each film. “You gotta keep my junk in your mouth. Keep it in your mouth and show it to me,” Tim grunted. Jake sucked hard on Tim’s cock, sensing Tim was beyond horny, convincing himself he could see all-consuming lust in Tim's eyes. And apparently Jake was right, as just as he sensed Tim's cock swell-up even harder, Tim climaxed, shooting wad after wad up into Jake's mouth, collecting Tim's ample load of seven cum shots into his mouth, holding all the full, rich white sperm in his mouth, Jake slid off Tim's dick, moved closer to the camera, whereupon Tim murmured “Open your mouth to me. Show me the pool of semen. Fuckin' nice.” Then Tim instructed “Now close your mouth and swallow, showing me your cum-coated tongue - yeah, great, let's see the cum coating your mouth, teeth and tongue. Very nice. Now, swallow the sperm, junk boy," Tim instructed. Jake looked a bit puzzled, and gestured to Tim and trying to form a word: “Heeeerrrr… thy?” Tim understood. He had been in this position before. “Healthy? Of course I am healthy. We don’t gamble with our actors. We take testing our staff and future stuff very seriously,” almost giving Jake a look of absolute annoyance. Without any additional hesitation Jake closed his mouth, swallowing Tim's load, and then opening his mouth to illustrate the accomplishment. “There you go…. well done and a nice shot…. except the ending,” Tim remarked as he began to rouse himself. “Sorry, but I totally forgot this subject and I want to stay healthy and you are obviously recording bareback porn,” Jake responded, trying to explain himself. “Nah – it's okay," Tim replied, adding "Like I said, we have health tests regularly to secure the safety of our staff. You as a newcomer, you have to prove to us you're are healthy. We want an authorized provider. You'll get the money for your test back, if you are cast for a film.” With the explanation Jake relaxed a little bit more and felt safe again. “We will call you – if the material is good enough for our executive staff.” With that Jake rose and dressed, once again apologizing for the confusion, even as he was sure he wouldn’t be cast for a film. But even so he decided to get tested, film or no film, just to be prepared. Of course the test results were negative, just as Jake expected, thinking to himself 'But then HIV transmission from oral sex is quite rare, isn't it?' Jake was a reasonably careful man, feeling he wouldn't gamble with his health, and knowing the rules, felt he would be able to participate in the bareback porn industry and yet avoid contracting HIV. Tim, meanwhile, had already concluded Jake would be a perfect match for the scam Tim and his partner (yes… there were only two involved in this scam) had in mind for the many biohazard tops who were always craving young, innocent boys.

Chapter 1 – Geoff is hairy and versatile I was at home, mindlessly cruising the apps. I had a few open for more basic stuff, like sucking and fucking, and a few for the more advanced stuff that I get into, like fisting and partying. I’d cleaned out earlier in the day to be ready when a guy wanted to play. I’m in my 50s, with an average body, nice cock, and an ass that can take a pounding (or a fisting). Versatile in general too, with a lean towards being a bottom. Ass play is usually my goal – either his, mine, or both. There are only a few things better than playing with, and in, a hot ass. One of those is having someone playing with mine. My ass is my primary sex organ, and it's awesome when a guy who knows what he’s doing works it over. Geoff hit me up on one of the basic sites. He said that he was versatile for most and showed an “ask me” in the partying section. Turns out, he also had a profile on a site with lots of pnp players on it. While we were chatting on the first site, I mentioned his profile on the other site. He got way more interested and asked if I was into partying, fisting, and more intense play. That sounded great to me, so we made plans to hook up. He gave me his address, and I showered up and headed over. I called when I was getting close, and he said that he lived on a private lot and that it would be hot if I stripped down before I came to his house. Luckily, the summer weather made that a possibility. When I got to his place, I took off all my clothes and put on a metal cock ring. I walked up to his door with only my keys, some T, and my phone. Geoff heard me come into his driveway and met me on the porch. He was wearing a leather harness and jock strap. We greeted each other with a hug, and my cock responded to him. He had a nice body with a hairy chest that the harness displayed nicely. When he turned around to go inside, I saw that he also had a hairy ass. That’s a favorite of mine, so my cock started to thicken in anticipation. We stopped in the kitchen to chat a little. Geoff noticed that my cock was getting hard and suggested that we go to his playroom in the basement. Damn, this was getting better all the time. He hadn’t mentioned a playroom, but he had a great setup, with a sling, TV, and refrigerator for some drinks. There were 2 mirrors placed around the sling so the guy in the sling could see what was happening. He had a camera positioned at the bottom of the sling so that we could watch (or broadcast it so that others could watch) the action on the TV. Lots of lube and toys and a tarp on the floor to catch anything that spilled out. Geoff already had a pipe packed, so we lit the torch and started the party. He took a big hit and shot gunned it to me, sliding his tongue in with the smoke. This is such a great way to get started since we get spun and we get to make out. He had a short beard that felt great when we were kissing too. We smoked out the pipe and were making out and feeling each other up. Both of our cocks were leaking precum, and it was great to feel that on our hands. We both licked up some and enjoyed the taste. Geoff told me that he wanted to eat my ass, so I jumped in the sling and got comfortable. I was feeling pretty spun by then and wanted to feel his mouth on my ass. There’s some hair on my ass and around my hole, but nowhere near as much as Geoff had on his ass. He started to lick my ass and around my hole and soon had me squirming in the sling. He’d lightly rake his tongue over my hole, letting me know what was to come. Soon, he started to really probe my hole with his tongue. Rimming is one of my best-loved things, and he was very good at it. He had my hole opened up and slick with his saliva. Geoff asked if I was ready for more, and I said yes. I thought he’d start with one of the toys he had, but he lubed up both hands and started working my hole. He’d stick in a few fingers and rotate them inside me. He used both hands and stretched my hole open. I was loving it and encouraged him with my moans and words. He said that he wanted to get inside me, and I told him to go for it. He added more lube to his hands, and I took a big hit of poppers. Between his work and the Tina and poppers, he was able to get his hand in my ass easily. He just held it there for a while as we both looked into each other’s eyes, knowing that this was going to be a great session. Geoff pulled back so that his knuckles were stretching my hole. We both were into width, so he was going to expand my hole and make my ass gape. He pushed in again, going a little deeper this time. He worked over my ass with his fist for a while, and then I suggested that we swap places so that I could return the favor. He agreed and popped a butt plug in my ass before helping me out of the sling. Now, Geoff got in the sling. The sight of this handsome, hairy man, wearing a harness and jockstrap, with his legs spread wide for me was amazing. I sat down on the stool that was at the foot of the sling, making the butt plug go a little further up my ass, so that I could start to worship his ass and hole. I spread his ass wide so that his hairy hole was fully on display for me. He made his hole pulse as I was staring at it, and I dove in with my tongue on his hole. No playing around this time. Instead, I wet his hole down with some saliva and started to penetrate it with my tongue. While I was eating his ass, I heard him take a hit of poppers, so I really went for it, driving my tongue deep and sucking on his hole as I pulled back. He responded well to this, and we kept at it for a while. But it was time for my fist to go inside him. I lubed up both hands and started probing his ass with my fingers. It wasn’t long before he was begging for my hand inside him. More lube, more poppers, and a little pushing, and I was in. Like he did, I let my hand rest for a moment, feeling his heartbeat and stretching his ass. Eventually, I pulled back and felt my knuckles expanding his hole. I slowly rotated my hand back and forth, getting some great moans out of Geoff. We played for a while, with my hand going deeper into his ass while still expanding his hole. We decided to take a break, so I slid a butt plug up his hairy hole to keep it open for play later in the evening.

I ALWAYS refuse condoms. Condoms are for losers. Unless there's a hidden plan involved....

idk. Reading through this thread, i begin to wonder if "side" is yet another piece to the sexual culture evolution puzzle? There's nothing like a new term to evoke our staid feelings of what is (or what should be?). For those old enough to remember, imagine the responses before transpeople became more visible? i have to agree (though i think we can do without the moral superiority) that we need to treat each individual with respect, even if they are not what we want or need. To me, as society becomes more and more digital, hookup sites are the gay bars of yesterday. It doesn't feel right to me to hang a sign on the door that says: "we don't serve your kind here?" To me, "side" is yet another descriptor to add to the list along with Top, bottom, versatile. Why not? i don't approach other bottoms (no matter how much i may love them) because we do not want the same thing. If someone identifies as "side" and i don't wanna cuddle, but wanna get fucked, i simply won't approach them.

No, I only want my arse to be the centre of attention. The exception is if the top realises I'm dripping precum (which I normally am) and he wants to smear it on my hole to use as extra lube. In fact, when walking around the sauna on a naked day, I've pretty much stopped playing with it to make/keep it hard. Nothing matters except my hole.

If he's not coming in my ass I want to feel his throbbing cock in my mouth.

I like the story and the characters. However, we're learning a lot about the troubled main character but next to nothing about Peter. The two grew up in the same rural environment. Why is one so seemingly accepting of his true nature while the other is not? Lots of room for story development here. I look forward to what comes next. Lots

Fem bois don't get any 🔥than this! 💃

We’re basically in agreement; you just went into more detail. I was more addressing @hntnhole’s observation that there are Doms who have a skewed perception of what the whole thing’s about.

Editorial excerpt written by Amanda Marcotte in Salon "I suspect Johnson dodged a government shutdown because he really is, as Gaetz put it, "MAGA Mike." The endless and mostly fruitless battles to force Democrats into budget cuts aren't Johnson's motivation for getting out of bed in the morning. Sure, he claims to want the same spending cuts that Republicans always want. But his heart's not in it, and he's happier dragging the topic back to his personal priority: forcing his rigid religious beliefs on everyone else. He has actually argued, for instance, that a national abortion ban would soon produce enough "able-bodied workers" to "cover the bases of Social Security and Medicare and Medicaid." "It's not that Republicans have entirely given up on slashing taxes and spending. If they regain control over the Senate and the White House next year, we can certainly expect more tax cuts for the rich and further slashing of social programs ordinary people rely on. But by electing a House speaker who is a culture warrior first and a "small government" ideologue second (if at all), Republicans have signaled an important shift in priorities. They're not much interested in investing political capital in widely unpopular government shutdowns. Their energies are shifting towards the cultural preoccupations of the MAGA base: Banning abortion, gutting LGBTQ rights, undermining racial equality, and generally seeking revenge against disadvantaged groups, liberals and people who went to college. The switch from McCarthy to Johnson was never about the budget fight. It was about MAGA's final conquest of the Republican Party." [think before following links] https://news.yahoo.com/much-small-government-budget-fight-110001807.html?.tsrc=daily_mail&uh_test=0_00

Kissing for me is always enjoyable. Depending on the kiss, as part of cum swapping, as example, that can get me hard. After ATM, I enjoy also kissing, as there's a taste to his mouth and saliva. Piss play is same, kissing after can be hot as fuck.

When two guys who love/care for/enjoy all facets of each other's lives are together, I understand that. To me, however, kissing is for lovers, if one is lucky enough to have one. I don't mean the "peck-on-the-cheek" type, I mean the deep sharing that guys that love each other experience. Short of that, the only excuse I can think of for kissing a guy is if he's just sucked a Cock off.

I'm so sorry so many actually had to deal with such an outrage. I simply cannot imagine how one get's past that, but clearly a lot of you are dealing with it as best it can be dealt with.

I remember the original Caligula. Had it on VHS. Jacked to it about a million times. I think the scenes in the "boat" were my faves. That was a long time ago.

I have been seeing two married men for years now. One likes to play safe and the other one played safe earlier on then stopped. They're both in their sixty's now and I might say STILL looks good. One is a business man and the other is in construction. I've enjoyed fucking both for a long time. For me I loved the chase and risk. As many guys have said their wives don't want it much anymore. The business guy's wife is on menopause and the construction guy's wife is either bored or has someone one the side herself. Both men are good friends to me. But when I'm with one the fucking is GOOD! But especially with the construction guy. He craves my hard my bbc...RAW!!

CHAPTER FOUR "Promise me you'll never party without me." "Promise me you'll introduce me to anyone else you fuck." "Promise me you'll never slam." These were just a few of the limits Manny tried to impose on our partying. And I would only find out years later that I was the only one trying to follow his rules and feeling like a failure every time I strayed. Finally, we broke up under the weight of too little honest communication and two many miles between us. Still, we both wanted to maintain a friendship as much as possible and so every now and then we'd end up camming and smoking or just texting while high, feeling driven to share whatever hot sleazy scene we'd recently stumbled into. When I started fucking a Brazilian nurse who convinced me to try slamming, I was so turned on by the rush that I shared that with Manny. "This body builder is on his way over and he wants to introduce me to my first slam" I texted him at 2AM one Saturday in June. Usually when I sent him a PnP-related text he'd reply with "Fuckkn hot, bud. Send me video" or some variation. In fact, there were many times when I'd be coming home from work on the subway, a text from him would fly in telling me who or what tweaker is breeding his hole this very moment and I'd find myself impulsively texting one of my dealers to score so I could race home, fire up the pipe and cam with him and sometimes watch him get gang banged. So when I wanted to share the excitement over the line I was about to cross into new terrirory, yielding to a slampig to become one myself, I wasn't prepared for his reply. "Do not ever slam. That's a step too far. Slamming is too dangerous." Paolo arrived at my apartment smelling like sweat. As soon as he walked in, he made a b-line for the sofa, where he emptied his knapsack, revealing a pencil case full of 6 pre-loaded syringes. "Take off your shirt," he commanded as he found a tourniquet, alcohol swab and needle for my first flight. My cell phone was buzzing incessently. "Fuckbuddy trying to reach you," he asked I glanced down. "No. Just Worried ex-boyfriend." I texted Manny. "OK. I won't. Don't worry." as I extended my arm toward Paolo, letting him tie the band around my bicep. I looked away cause needles made me nervous but I felt him swab the area, prick the needle in. Next thing I heard the snap of the rubber being removed from my arm and him guiding my arm up overhead as a wave of intense heat and a cough overtok me. I started writhing and struggling to catch my breath as I saw Paolo hitting his own arm and then sitting his jock ass right on my fevered face. He had told me not to shower when he was on his way and his hole tasted so ripe and musky. I loved it. He then came up to face me and kiss me so he could taste his own hole on my mouth and he confessed how badly he needed to breed me and how hot it was giving me my very first slam. "You love it?" "I fuckin love this. Oh my god give me your uncut raw dick" "I really need to cum inside you" he said "I need that too" And we flip fucked for a couple hours. My phone started ringing. "Who's calling?" "The ex from LA" I said. "Answer and talk to him." "Hello," I answered the phone barely able to catch my breath. Paolo's cock was getting my hole so wet. "Are you okay?" I heard Manny sounding concerned. "Yeah. I'm really really good," I said. "Did you slam?" "No. No. I'm high. But just from smoking. Are you high?" I heard Manny getting fucked. "I was thinking about it," he lied. "Hot" I said as I watched Paolo reach into his bag for another syringe for us both. He looked at me with an evil grin asking if I want another one with his eyes. I nodded. Still on the phone with Manny I watched thi s time as the needle found a big vein in my arm, registered and slowly pushed the drug into my bloodstream. I let my breathing get more labored until I coughed. "Did you slam" he asked and Paolo grabbed my phone hung up for me and then slammed himself into the stratosphere. I took a pic of Paolo's muscular arm with a tourniquet wrapped around his bicep and texted it to Manny before turning off my phone and turning onto the intense heat of the rush of meth pumping directly in our veins.

Sometimes you get lucky. Sometimes you get lucky. I was set up in a San Diego motel. I was doing the anonymous door open blindfolded routine. I posted on Sniffles Grindr and Doublist. I had mixed results. 1st gu came in my mouth quickly. The second guy shot on my back without penetrating. The next guy was young I think. He had average size cock but it was hard as a rock and he knew what he wanted. Most guys pull the door completely shut when they leave. I was lying face down on the bed with a blindfold on when I realized there was someone in the room. There was a flash of fear. A voice said I was out smoking and saw your door open. Just stay lying there like that and don't move. Besides being blindfolded in hard of hearing so I couldn't tell what we going on. I felt someone get on the bed with me, he pushed my legs apart and moved in between them.
 Thank goodness I was pre-lubed and had a full load in me. As he pushed my head down into the pillow he shoved what felt like a baseball bat in my ass. The first push didn't go balls deep but he pushed again and he definitely hit the “second” sphincter. The burn was almost overwhelming. He started just pounding away, totally in control. It didn't take long until he grunted and I could feel him twitch. He laid across my back and then slowly pulled out. He moved up next to my head and pulled me to him saying “Get me ready for round two” He shoved still hard cock in my mouth. He could get the head in my mouth and just kept pushing until more went in. He moved my head around until I had kicked all his cock.
 After I had cleaned him of C, he rolled me into my back and lifted my legs up. Even though he had already been in me. It was still startling as he pushed balls deep in one powerful push. He just started fucking and kept at it. He had kind of a rocking thrust coming most of the way out before pushing in again. Just a steady stroke with no variation. I had e no idea how long he fucked me until he pushed in all the way and just stayed there. I could feel him start to get soft and he pulled out leaving me feeling empty.
 I had towels on the bed and felt him move around. As he left the room he said “You never know what the cat might drag in when you leave your door open you faggot” When I was sure he was gone I felt a breeze. He had left the door wide open. I got up a closed it standing in shaky kegs.
 I got no other responses that night, but you know what? He left me so well fucked I didn't care.

I don’t like it when a Top plays with my penis, especially if he fucking me real good and it makes me cum conventionally. It’s almost like a ruined orgasm for me. Yes it feels good in the moment, but I love prostate orgasms, makes me cum like mad for as long as the Top can fuck.

Part 17: Fucking Peter (part 1) Dominic couldn’t believe what happened with Peter. “What is happening to the men at your church?” he asked. “There’s more sex going on there than at a bathhouse.” “I’ve never seen anyone cum that much,” I told him. “It was like one of your cum-filled water bottles.” “And he came three times in a row?” I nodded. “I’ve heard of hyperspermia, but I’ve never seen a guy with it. Videos online show guys cumming a ton, but I’ve always figured they filled their bladders with milk or something.” "Do guys do that?" "Imagine the infections." “This was all real,” I said. “He says he can cum five times in a row.” “Imagine how many guys he can convert in one night,” Dominic said. “I know that’s what you’re thinking,” I told him, “but remember, he wants a guy to fuck him, but not necessarily a poz guy.” “You said he seemed upset by the fact that he’s sterile. What better way to pass on your DNA than to do it by pozzing other guys?” “I know how that sounds to you, but I don’t think it’ll sound like that for him.” “Maybe not,” he said. “Still, I want to see him cum. Imagine how much cum I could collect.” “You’d need one of those giant water bottles. That, or you’d need to hover him over a bucket and milk him like a cow.” “We could get a milking pump,” Dominic said. “I’m not being serious.” “I’ve never met a poz man as vanilla as you,” he said. “I can’t believe he fucked a student.” “Not only that, but he’s a student from the church.” I saw Dominic’s eyes grow wide. “I could cum just hearing that.” “If you’re not pozzing Peter, then you’re definitely not pozzing Lewis.” “It’s been forever since I’ve fucked an eighteen-year-old.” “No,” I said. I knew that wouldn’t stop Dominic from trying. I had told him not to fuck Pastor Kline, and while Pastor Kline had made the first move, he still ended up in Dominic’s bed. I had a feeling that I’d be seeing Lewis Berg naked, feet above his head, asshole exposed and ready to be bred. On Sunday, Pastor Kline preached with a load of cum from Dominic and myself in his ass, a butt plug holding it inside him. During the service, I saw Peter standing with his wife, his eyes finding me and Dominic. He smiled and, when no one would see him, grabbed his own crotch and hugged his dick beneath. I smiled back. I lost track of Dominic and went searching for him, finding him down a hall talking to someone I couldn’t see. As I got closer, I stopped, seeing who it was that he was talking to. “Hey, Lewis,” I said, coming to Dominic’s side. Lewis Berg smiled. “Hey, Pastor Ryder. How are you?” “I’m good,” I said. I looked at Dominic and gave him a look that said, “What the fuck are you doing.” “I was just meeting your friend,” Lewis said. “We were talking about basketball,” Dominic said. “I played when I was younger. Loved it.” “Basketball is great,” I said. “We should get a game thrown together,” Lewis said. “A few guys from the church. That could be fun.” “It would be fun,” Dominic said. “I’d love to get to know more of the men here.” “That would be fun,” I said. “Maybe sometime.” “It would have to be before I leave for college,” Lewis said. “Time is of the essence,” Dominic said, looking at me with a wide grin. “We’ll see,” I said. “Have a great Sunday, Lewis.” After Lewis left, I hit Dominic across the arm. “What the fuck?” he said. “I was just being friendly.” “No, you wanted to bend him over and fuck him.” “I can do both,” he said. My phone vibrated, showing a text from Peter. “I’m ready to meet up whenever you are. -Peter” I showed Dominic the message. “Sounds like we’ve got a hungry ass looking for cum.” “We can invite him over, but we can’t stealth him.” “Understood,” Dominic said. We messaged Peter to come over to Dominic’s apartment Monday evening, the excuse being him meeting up with some men from the church to watch a game. The game part was a lie, but he was technically meeting up with men from the church. There was just no way for Peter’s wife to know that he was expecting to be fucked in the ass and loaded up with cum. Pastor Kline showed up early so that he could talk over with us what we were thinking to say to Peter. “We aren’t going to lie to him,” I told Pastor Kline. “We’ll tell him that we’re poz, but that we don’t fuck with condoms.” “You fucked your brother with a condom,” Pastor Kline said. “But that’s because he’s my brother,” I said. “And look what happened there.” “I’m not poz yet, so I can have him fuck me,” Pastor Kline said. “But he wants to get fucked,” Dominic reminded him. “You don’t fuck with that tiny dick of yours.” “I still want his huge load in my ass.” By the time Peter arrived, we knew how we were going to speak to him, approaching the subject as delicately as we could. Being in a room with this many men, all wanting to fuck, was a new experience. We now had enough men to fuck in pairs, meaning everyone would be happy. If Peter agreed to get fucked, Dominic and I would be spent after fucking him and Pastor Kline. “I hear you’ve noticed me,” Dominic said to Peter, guiding him into the living room. His hand reached down and grabbed Peter’s ass. “I’m surprised you didn’t jump out at me instantly.” “You were too distracted by Pastor Ryder,” Peter said, looking back at me. “Too bad you didn’t get to me first.” “Too bad,” Dominic said. We sat down, Peter glancing around at us. “Why does this feel like a prayer meeting instead of a fuck session?” “There’s something we need to tell you first,” I started. “Before anything else happens.” “But something will happen, right?” Peter said. “That’s up to you,” Dominic said. “What do you mean?” “Remember when we talked about not wanting to wear condoms,” I began. “We said how there’s freedom in not wearing a condom, to feeling skin on skin.” “Yeah.” “Remember the freedom of not worrying about diseases. Once you have it, you don’t worry. You’re free.” “I remember,” he said. “I haven’t been able to forget. I went home and started looking up bareback gay porn all weekend. I’ve been reading a ton of stories. I almost got a boner when I saw you at church yesterday.” “There’s something you need to know about us,” I said. “Specifically Dominic and me.” “Me soon, I hope,” Pastor Kline said. “What is it?” Peter asked. “Do you know what being poz is?” Dominic asked. “Poz?” Peter said. “Like, being HIV+?” “Exactly.” “What about it?” We exchanged glances. “Dominic and I are poz,” I said. We waited to see a change in Peter’s expression, to watch him run out the door, but he stayed in his chair. “Did you hear what I just said?” I asked. “Yeah,” Peter said. “You’re poz.” “And Pastor Kline is a chaser,” Dominic said. “We’ve been fucking him full with our toxic cum for almost two weeks. He wants to be poz.” Peter looked at Pastor Kline. “You want to be poz?” “I do,” Pastor Kline said. “I think it’s hot as fuck.” Peter nodded. “So do I,” he said. We sat silently, staring at Peter as his words set in. “You what?” I asked. “I want you to poz me,” Peter said. “You do?” Dominic asked. “Absolutely,” he said. “That’s all I’ve been watching this weekend. Pozzing videos. Stealthing videos. I’ve been reading stories about men getting pozzed in porn stores and bathhouses. It’s hot. After you told me about finding freedom in getting a disease, I started to think that maybe you were poz. All I could think about was you pozzing me. I almost wanted you to do it without telling me.” “You wanted us to stealth you?” “Kind of.” “I stealthed Will,” Dominic said. “Really?” Peter said. “That’s hot.” “Alright,” I said. “That’s not what I thought you were going to say.” “You thought I’d run out?” We nodded. “Fuck no,” he said. “I want you to fill me up and poz me. Imagine, with how much I can cum, how much toxic juice I’ll be able to spread.” “That’s what I’m fucking talking about,” Dominic said, clapping his hands together, a huge smile on his face. “Fuck, you’re hot.” “Let’s get to it,” Peter said, standing up. “Where do we go? It’s time for my virgin ass to get torn open.” We went back to Dominic’s room and stripped down, seeing Peter fully naked for the first time. He was a fairly hairy man, much like myself, with a defined body. I could understand why Lewis Berg had easily accepted Peter’s advances. If I was a student, I’d want to have him fuck me too. Hell, I wanted him to fuck me regardless. “Those are hot tattoos,” Peter said, looking at Dominic and my biohazard tattoos. He placed his hand on my chest, feeling the tattoo over my heart. Then he ran his hand along Dominic’s tattoo, continuing down to his dick which he grabbed. “You’ve got a monster on you.” “Ten inches, baby.” Dominic said. “Fuck. I’ve only ever stuck a finger in my hole before. Will it hurt?” “Count on it,” Dominic said, winking. “I’ll be taking your ass first. I hear you like men like me.” “Fuck, yeah, I do. Take my hole.” “I will,” Dominic said. “I’ll be adding you to my tally count.” He ran his hand along the tally marks on his arm. “Fifty so far. I’m expecting you and Pastor Kline to make up fifty-one and fifty-two.” “What if Will pozzes me?” Peter asked. “It was my toxic seed that made Will who he is. Whatever men he converts I convert through him.” Peter climbed onto the bed along with Pastor Kline who was already on his back, his legs held back, revealing his hole. Having been fucked so much over the last few weeks, Pastor Kline’s hole was slightly red and puffy. He’d be converting soon. I lined my dick up with Pastor Kline’s hole and shoved myself inside, my eyes meeting Peter’s who was watching me with interest. He watched as I started pounding into Pastor Kline’s hole, my dick lined with streaks of blood already. “Are you ready for Dominic’s cock?” I asked Peter. “I am,” Peter said, grabbing his legs. “You ready to accept his toxic seed?” “I want it,” Peter moaned. I watched as his dick started to leak a copious amount of cum over his stomach. I imagined how much poz cum he would be able to make once he was converted. He’d be able to infect dozens of men if he wanted within such a short period of time. “Get ready for the night that’ll change your life,” Dominic said, pressing his dick’s head against Peter’s hole. “Do it,” Peter said, his grip on his legs tightening. “You want to bleed?” Peter nodded. “That a boy,” Dominic said. He spit a wad on his dick and shoved the tip of his cock inside Peter’s hole. “FUCK!” Peter screamed, his hands nearly losing their grip as his legs shook. I watched as Peter’s hole resisted Dominic’s forceful entry. “Let me in, baby,” Dominic called over Peter’s cries. “Push your hole out. Give me your ass.” Peter’s face was red, tears in his eyes. He nodded and, through his shaking, pushed his ass out toward Dominic’s dick. “That’s it,” Dominic said, his hands reaching out and holding Peter’s feet. “Keep going.” “I feel like I’m going to shit,” Peter groaned. “You do, and I’ll make you clean it up,” Dominic said, smiling. I kept fucking Pastor Kline as I watched Dominic’s dick enter further into Peter’s hole. Already I could see the damage being done to Peter. There was no doubt he would bleed. “You want this poz cock?” Dominic asked. Peter nodded, his lips held tight shut to stop himself from screaming as Dominic continued to force himself inside. He was halfway in, the hair around Peter’s hole clinging to the intruder. “That looks fucking hot,” I told Dominic. “I love feeling a virgin hole open,” Dominic said. “How many virgin holes have you had Peter? How many holes have you taken?” “Lewis’s hole,” Peter groaned, his chest heaving as Dominic forced more of himself into Peter’s waiting body. “My wife’s. Two girls in high school.” “So much for no sex before marriage,” Dominic said, smiling. “And sex outside of marriage.” “I’m fucking horny all the time,” Peter said. “I’m always wanting to fuck something.” “That’s good,” Dominic said. “We’ll be using that to our advantage. Once you’re poz, you’ll be fucking as many men as possible, knocking them up. With all the cum you make, you’ll be able to get through an entire group in no time. I can’t wait to take you to a bathhouse.” I could feel my orgasm approaching, Pastor Kline’s hole gripping my dick, begging for my cum. I watched as his eyes rolled back into his head, a long groan escaping his mouth. “I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, his hands gripping his legs. His dick, which was hardly hard, leaked out cum which ran down his stomach and onto the bed. I leaned forward and scooped up Pastor Kline’s cum. “Peter, eat this,” I said, holding my hand out over his face. Peter opened his mouth and I tilted my hand, dripping Pastor Kline’s cum into his mouth. Pastor Kline watched as his seed dripped over Peter’s tongue. “That’s fucking hot,” Pastor Kline said. He released one of his legs and reached over to Peter’s face, pulling it in his direction. Dominic and I continued to fuck them both as they started kissing, swapping Pastor Kline’s cum. By the time they separated, both had cum running down their cheeks, smiles lighting up their faces. This pushed me over the edge. “I’m cumming,” I shouted, grabbing Pastor Kline’s legs and slamming myself into his ass. I did my best to burry myself deep as I started shooting. My body shook with each burst, the sight of Peter and Pastor Kline making out as Dominic plowed Peter’s ass sending me into another world. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ More from Peter in the next part too.

Kissing is the fastest way to get me hard. I want the holy trinity of fluids shared when I’m with a guy or guys: Sweat, saliva, and most of all, cum.

PART 5 Henry said I’d know where to find him again. Apparently I didn’t. The first few days after he bred me I stuck close to campus. I was jumble of emotions. Anxiety had set in quickly — how did I let myself get pozzed?!?! It wasn’t even an accident. I had begged for it. How had a trip to the store turned into my being bred by a relative stranger? And how many times had Jared been there and done that? But every time I jerked off the rest of the week, I thought about Henry’s cock spewing inside me. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I didn’t want to admit it, but I wanted it again. Friday I went looking for Henry at the bar and didn’t see him. After hanging with my friends and having some beers, I snuck off and went to Henry’s apartment, but he wasn’t there. I looked again a few times on Saturday, but no luck. I told myself I’d make him but on a condom this time. I even put one in my pocket when I went out. I was so horny, I went to the newsstand two towns over where I knew they sold old porn mags with he covers cut off. I bought a pack for a few bucks, and at the last second asked to buy a bottle of poppers. I’d never bought my own before. I had them in my pocket Saturday night when I went back to the bar, but still no Henry. It was Sunday morning and I went to shower. The dorm was pretty quiet; I didn’t hear many guys moving around, yet. They’d given everyone a single for the summer, so while the rooms on the second and third floors were all being used, there was still less than half the usual number of people. Our summer dorm was the oldest on campus, so the bathrooms and showers were older. It was more of a group shower with curtains you could pull between them, which a lot of the guys did. I had them to myself this morning, so didn’t bother pulling the curtains. I was showering when I heard the door open and saw a security guard come in. He went to the line of sinks and started washing his hands. I thought about grabbing the shower curtain and pulling it closed, but I felt like that was kinda dickish to do just because someone walked in. Guys are naked in the shower room all the time. I shampooed my hair and rinsed it out. Then I noticed the guard was still in the room, seemingly washing his face. Struck me as a bit odd. This room only had two sinks and the set of showers; the bathroom was on the other side of the wall and had a whole row of sinks. No one usually came in here just to use the sinks. I conditioned my hair and started my body wash routine — feet, calves, thighs, ass, cock and balls, abs, pecs, and finally my arms. I looked over my shoulder to see if the guard was still there — I hadn’t heard the door open or close. He was still doing something at the sink, but seemed to look in the mirror. When our eyes met, he left the shower room. I finished up my shower, wrapped the towel around my waist, and headed down the hallway back to my dorm room. I liked these quiet mornings in the dorm before breakfast. I went into my room and left the door open to circulate the summer air; the entire week had been muggy, and the dorm didn’t have A/C. I was picking out underwear when I noticed the security guard go by my door. I figured he must be headed to the stairwell. But then he went by again, slower this time. I definitely caught him looking into my room as he walked by. I got a weird tingle seeing him walk past again. Was something up? Why was security lingering on the floor and checking out my room? I dropped my towel and slipped on my underwear, tucking my junk into the pouch in the front. I was reaching for the shorts I’d left hanging on a chair when I saw the guard again. This time he was just standing in my doorway. I was startled and yelped. “Sorry,” he said. “I just wanted to check in and make sure everything was okay.” “Why? Is something up?” He stepped into my room. “Just thought I’d say hey.” He walked up to me; I felt awkward standing there in just my underwear. This was weirdly exciting but odd nonetheless. “I’m thinking we have a friend in common.” “Who’s that?” “Henry,” he said conspiratorially. He looked me up and down, not being shy about it. “You’re even hotter than he described. Athletic and ginger.” “Thanks,” was all I could think to say. I was standing there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. I started to reach for my pair of shorts again, but he put his hand on my chest to stop me. “I don’t think you need those,” he said, running his hand across my chest and down my abs. “I liked what you were wearing in the shower better.” I started breathing heavier. This surge of horniness went through me. Was this really happening?!?! One of the campus security guards was coming on to me. There was no mistaking it. “Doors open,” I said nervously, pulling away from his exploring hand. I saw my cock was getting hard in my underwear. The guard looked down at my hard bulge and grinned. He took a few steps back to the door and closed it gently. “Better now,” he said. He looked good in that uniform. Tall, strong build. He was almost a foot taller than me. He had a muscular chest beneath the tight blue uniform. His arms were nicely muscled, too. He started running his hands across my body, exploring, sizing me up. I reached out and touched his chest, feeling it through the fabric. “Like my body, ginger boy?” I nodded. “Good answer. Now get the underwear off.” I slipped the underwear down and left them on the floor. The guard didn’t waste any time reaching for my ass. He slapped it. “Nice bubble.” He slapped it again which hurt; I winced. “Now turn around. Put your hands on the desk behind you.” I turned around, facing the large window in my room that looked out of the quad. It was still quiet out there. I felt him spread my ass apart, probing at my hole. “That’s a sweet ginger hole. I’m gonna put that to good use.” He stood up and pushed the crotch of his uniform against my ass. The good boy in me panicked. “Be sure to use a condom,” I said. “There’s some there on the table.” “You put it on me when we’re ready for it,” he said. I heard him undoing his belt buckle and unzip. I leaned over and picked up the condom and put it next to me on the desk. He stepped over to the table I had pushed up next to the bunk bed as a nightstand. He picked up the lube and squirted it into one hand. I could see his cock standing straight out of his uniform pants. It was thick! He started to massage my hole using the lube, working it into my hole. “I like a tight hole,” he said. He took my hand and wrapped it around the shaft of his cock. I could feel the heat of his skin, and even smell the musk. What was happening?! Ten minutes ago I was in the shower. Alone. Now I’m about to get fucked in my dorm room! The good boy in me said we should say no and put an end to it. But he was out voted — my hole was totally turned on, and it was now in charge. I pushed my ass back against his hand. “Hungry are we?” He said. “Get up on the desk, lay back. Hang your ass over the edge.” I turned around and sat on the edge of the desk. I laid back, adjusting my ass so it was at the edge. He lifted my legs and slapped his hardon against my hole. He rested the bottle of poppers I’d bought yesterday on my chest. “Popper up.” I unscrewed the bottle and held it to one nostril, inhaling deeply. I started to feel a growing buzz as I moved the bottle to the opposite nostril. I was transfixed on the guard slathering lube onto his cock. “Lay back, legs up. Show me that ginger hole.” I leaned back onto the desk and lifted my legs, my ass hanging off the end of the desk. He pressed his hands behind my knees, forcing my legs wider and really exposing my ass. The poppers washed over me. My heart started racing and there was a moment where the room seemed to go darker. That craving for cock came with it again, and I started flexing my hole for him. “That’s it,” he growled. “That’s what I wanna see.” He started teasing my hold with the head of his thick cock. He picked up the lube and dribbled more onto my hole, then spread it with his cock. I could feel the heat coming off the bare head. Something about a condom crossed the back of my head. The voice was a distant whisper that was overwhelmed by the craving I was feeling. “Fuck me,” I said quietly. “What was that, ginger boy?” “Fuck me,” I said more firmly. The guard pushed his cock against my hole, prying it open with the force. I felt the muscles give way and his thickness started to fill me. I winced and then gasped with the thickness stretching my hold. The opened condom went ignored on the desk beside me. “Fuuuuck…. That’s a tight ginger hole. “Gonna have to stretch you out to really enjoy this.” My mind was swirling. I was in my dorm room, naked on the desk, with someone whose name I don’t even know burying his cock inside me. If anyone in the rooms across the quad from mine looked out their windows, they’d be able to see me getting fucked. “People can see in the windows,” I gasped. “Good. Maybe they’ll want some of this, too.” He thrust all the way in til his balls were pressed against my ass. I groaned with the intense penetration. “College guys can’t get enough of this cock.” He started pounding away at my ass. I was moaning, probably louder than I should have in the dorm.People would be waking up and hear me, but I couldn’t control it. I felt totally drunk on his cock. I felt amazing! He could see it in my face. “You love this cock, don’t you, ginger boy?” “Fuck yeah!” He grinned a wicked grin. “Oops. Someone forgot to put the condom on me. Guess I know what you really want this morning.” The fucking was relentless. He took my ass in an aggressive series of thrusts. I groaned as he pummeled me. It was a wild mix of pleasure and pain. I fumbled for the poppers and awkwardly took another hit, hoping it would soften the roughness of the fuck. “Don’t worry. I’m almost there…..” he said. Those words sent a thrill through me. I grabbed my own cock and began jacking it. The guard had a wicked look on his face. “Fuck yeah. You want this gift. I knew you did. Knew it as soon as I saw you showing off in the shower. Knew you’d want to get pozzed again. Fucking slut.” He spat on me. I was totally fixated on him, on the relentless fucking I was taking. He was going to breed me. The good boy voice in the back of my head screamed again, but the rest of me wanted it. “Fuck yeah!” He said loudly. “Fuck yeah! I’m cumming! I’M CUMMING!!” A part of me knew everyone had just heard that. Some strange guy’s voice was coming from my room declaring his dominance over me. He came with a rush, his body shaking as his cock pulsed. He unleashed his load inside me, electrifying me. Instead of burying his load deep, he just kept pumping it into me. There was nothing I could do except take it from him. My own cock burst, spewing jizz across my chest and even hitting my face. My body spasmed. The guard pulled out, letting my legs just dangle off the desk. They didn’t quite fall to the floor — my muscles were too worked up and activated to relax. Instead I just held myself there, body spasming from the exertion, covered in my own jizz. He came over and pushed his cock into my face. “Clean it off,” he commanded. I didn’t have a choice as he roughly pushed his cum slicked cock into my mouth. “Taste your ginger ass on there, boy. Taste some of the cum I left inside you. Clean it off real good so I can go back to work.” When he was satisfied, he put himself together again, tucking his cock inside his pants. He’d never undressed, just pulled out his cock. The uniform clearly didn’t interfere with his fucking the hell oughta me. “You’re gonna need another shower,” he said, lightly slapping my tight abs. He ran his hands over my smooth torso. “Hot body. I’m gonna enjoy using it.” He walked to the door, leaving me laying on my desk. “Have a good one, bud.” And walked out, leaving the door open as he walked down the hallway. [What is going to become of our newest cumdump college boy, Justin? I suspect there’s more ahead for him! If you enjoyed this chapter, let me know. A blue heart (or a 🐷) is always appreciated — a simple form of feedback inspires me. Thanks!]

Coming a bit faster than expected, what was supposed to be the first few paragraphs became the whole of part 3. It's basically an expansion of the second part and lays the ground better for what's coming. Buckle up, things are barely getting started for Rick and his boy. Part 3 – A sign of Things To cum After the fact, Daddy told me that my conversion session lasted three whole days. He fed me so many kinds of drugs to keep me high, horny and awake that by the end my brain was completely fried and I have no memory of the last 24 hours. Daddy had his dick in my ass pretty much the whole time and only stopped because he was too sore to carry on; there was blood and cum all over his cock and oozing out my ass, he also told me it was the longest and most intense fucking session he ever had. During this epic session, Daddy would never stop telling me how happy he finally found me. He kept calling me his greatest achievement and a dream come true. Corrupting and converting a straight boy like me was his lifelong dream and he finally had a slave he could mold exactly to his image. When we finally both collapsed from complete exhaustion, Daddy injected me some tranquilizer to help me go to sleep for a long while to make sure I could get a full rest without experiencing a crash from the chems withdrawal. “This will help you sleep soundly. I’ll see you again in a couple days when you wake up, and by then you’ll be just like new. In more ways than one,” he said while pushing on the syringe. It was true. I was now a completely new person. The straight old me was definitely dead and gone and a poz chem slut had taken his place. But it wasn’t all that simple. When I finally woke up, I didn’t know how much time had passed. I was completely naked. I was in a place I didn’t recognize either. It was a different room than mine. I was on a bed covered in black rubber sheeting. The walls were black and there were no windows. It looked something like a fetishist’s dungeon, but almost empty. An awful feeling crept over me. Was this all a dream? Did it really happen? Did I accept to become a gay slave and be fed all kinds of dangerous drugs and let Rick fuck my ass relentlessly? Oh my god, was I HIV positive now? What have I done?! I was starting to panic when the door opened, and Rick came in. “Hey son, calm down, it’s alright. Daddy’s here. Don’t worry, everything is under control.” “What did you do to me?” The drugs had worn off and I was sober. The reality of my situation was hitting me hard, and I had a hard time accepting I had surrendered so quickly and easily to my recent fantasies. “I told you, son. I have shown you your true nature. What you are experiencing right now is completely normal. This is a very big change you just went through, and your mind is trying to make sense of what happened. Don’t worry I have just the thing to make you feel better.” He sat down next to me and passed an arm around my shoulders. I thought he was trying to comfort me, and in a way that’s what he did, but he mostly was holding me in place. With his other hand, he stuck some black rubber respirator mask in my face and held it tight. I tried to protest and get away, but Daddy was stronger than me and I couldn’t move. “It’s alright, son. Calm down and breathe slowly. That’s it, deep breaths. Slow and steady.” At first, I didn’t want to be drugged again but I didn’t have a choice either and I had to breathe so I did as I was told. I inhaled whatever Daddy was giving me and. It smelled like very strong medicine, but with a sweet cinnamon hint. I instantly felt different, relaxed and mellow, but there was also a strong tingling building up in my groin. “I told you I was going to keep you high on drugs all the time and never let you regret your choice, right? Well, there it is. Keep breathing, son. I’m sorry I thought you’d sleep a little bit longer and you woke up before I could dose you again. Now try to focus on what you remember from before you passed out. How much pleasure you felt. How horny you were. My huge poz cock in your ass. How you begged me to slam you over and over again. How you couldn’t get enough of my seed.” Daddy removed the mask from my face, stood up, removed his shirt and faced me. “Remember this,” he said as he pointed to his biohazard tattoo. “You kept telling me how beautiful you thought it was and how you couldn’t wait to get one.” It was all coming back to me at once and all my fears were washed away as soon as I saw the tattoo. It looked glorious. Daddy was right, I was fascinated by it and wanted one on myself. “And you will have yours, don’t worry about that. As soon as you are confirmed poz, which is only a matter of time, I will have one of my friends come here and put some ink on you. You’ll get one just like this one, and a few others I have in mind. It’s gonna be a nice surprise, you’ll see. In the meantime, why don’t you suck on this one for a little bit.” I already had my mouth open when Daddy said that while moving forward to meet me. I started sucking and licking his nipple once again and worshipped his large, bold biohazard tattoo. I was obsessed with it and got extremely horny having it in right in my face. And just like that, the last remnants of doubt or regret went away. Even though there were a few moments after that when I wasn’t chemmed up in my life with Daddy, I never regretted it once again. I was barely high from whatever was in that mask, but I was completely set on my new life as a chem slave. I already wanted to feel like I did before I blacked out from our epic session. I was getting extremely excited worshipping my Master’s tattoo and started moaning like crazy. Daddy put his hand behind my head and pressed on it, forcing me to suck harder on his nipple, which made him grunt with his deep voice. “That’s it boy, worship the tattoo. Worship the virus. Can you feel it flowing in your veins? It’s slowly taking place in your system, infecting your cells, wrecking your DNA. It’s altering you as we speak, making you into a different person. A poz slut. But you’re not completely poz yet. It takes time. We probably have a few weeks before you begin experiencing the fuck flu. You’ll get a nice fever, you’ll feel like complete shit for a few days, and by the end of it you will finally have completed your conversion. In the meantime, I have lots of plans for you. You’re going to learn what it means to be my slave. Okay now, enough with the nipples, you have to suck on something bigger while I explain a few things to you.” Daddy then pushed me back and unzipped his pants, whipping out his magnificent poz cock, already rock hard and oozing precum, right in my face. I didn’t need more directions and started sucking it hungrily, swallowing as much poz juice as I could while listening to what Daddy was saying. I don’t know what I inhaled in the rubber mask was, but it was making me hornier and hornier even minutes after I stopped taking it. The poz talk was music to my ears. I was no longer horrified by the disease; I was craving it. I wanted more HIV, more virus. My Daddy’s poz cum was so tasty I was convinced the virus was giving it an additional flavor. I felt like it was burning my mouth and my throat. And I wanted more. I wanted to be fucked by several poz men. I wanted the most toxic cocks available to line up and fuck my ass and fill it up to the brim. I wanted to overflow with deadlier and deadlier strains. I wanted to give birth to the most toxic version of the virus possible and then gift it to the world. And while these feelings were drowning my thoughts, Daddy kept talking to me. “Now is the time to tell you a bit more about me, son. I’m now 54 years old. I’ve stopped working about 3 years ago because I had made so much money selling patents that I never have to worry about money ever again. You see, I’m both an anesthesiologist and a chemical engineer. I’ve always been interested in drugs of all kinds and enjoy getting people high, either through legal or illegal ways. I started as an anesthesiologist about 25 years ago and wanted to improve what we used so I designed new compounds that are now widely used in the field. I’ll keep receiving very large royalties for decades. I also still act as consultant for several big pharmaceutical companies even to this day, when I feel like it. But my true joy is to really get people fucked up and abuse them in various ways. And this is exactly what I plan on doing with you. I have built a whole complex in the basement of my house, a sex dungeon if you want to call it that way, where we are right now. This is your new room for the foreseeable future. I never showed it to you since you’ve been living here. Nobody knows it exists except a few trusted friends. Nobody can find you here, it’s like you don’t exist anymore. And you’ll probably never get out of here again. There is everything you and I need here. It’s now your whole universe and you will experience so many great things here. But for now, I haven’t fucked you in three days and I must keep you charged up to further your infection so let’s get on with it. Stop sucking me and get on all fours, facing the wall, NOW.” I regretfully let go of Daddy’s delicious dick and did as I was told. I was expecting to be fucked right away but instead I could feel something wet and warm touching my hole. It felt amazing and I started moaning loudly. Daddy handed me a brown bottle. “Take these poppers and inhale continuously, or until I tell you to stop.” I opened the bottle and started sniffing heavily while Daddy was eating my ass. After three hits I was already flying and could feel Daddy’s tongue go further and further into my hole. After a while he was basically tongue-fucking me and I was screaming in delight. “Don’t stop hitting that bottle you fucking faggot.” I was having trouble keeping my hands steady and spilled some on the bed. Then I could feel some fingers in my ass stretching and opening me up. I kept inhaling and I could see my fingertips turning blue when Daddy told me to stop and put the lid back on the bottle. Then I felt something cold in my ass and knew I was getting some T-laced lube, just like my first time with Daddy. The burning sensation soon followed and Daddy didn’t wait any longer to ram his huge toxic cum inside me. I came instantly and felt like my own cum was being pushed out of my balls by Daddy’s cock. He started fucking me very fast and with each push more cum would come out of me. “Oh yeah, you’re still so tight and warm boy, such a perfect little hole. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of fucking you, son.” I was so happy to hear how Daddy liked my ass. I was incredibly proud of being his son. The Tina he pushed in my ass was starting to get to me and I could feel the heat all over my body and I craved even more dick and poz cum. I wanted it all. I felt so good I started crying. “You ok boy?” “I... I love you so much Daddy. I love your toxic poz dick so much, I love it fucking my ass. Please breed me again Daddy. Please give me more drugs and make me into your personal guinea pig. Get me high and fucked up, give me more toxic seed so I can grow my own poz babies, give me your gift and make me more pregnant. I love you so much and what you do to me, please never stop abusing me, it’s sooo good...” “I know son. It turns you on, doesn’t it? The poz talk, the chems, all these dirty and horrible things I did and plan on doing to you? That’s why you were born. That’s where you belong. Soon I’ll breed you again and then I’ll put you to sleep and make you experience things you have never heard about. You will see, I have so many surprises for you. I will have complete control over you and remove any possibility of free will that remains. You’ll be turned into an object, a fuck toy, an HIV incubator, a public attraction, a freak. And you will love every second of it.” “Yes, please Daddy!” “Now take my load, you fucking bitch!” And then Daddy pushed violently against my ass with his hips, buried himself deep and shot a load so big I felt it filling my guts. His toxic cum was hot in my bowels and I could feel it burning my insides. I was picturing millions of viruses running through my ass, entering my walls and invading my bloodstream, joining the growing population of viruses slowly infecting my body, and I welcomed them all with open arms. “Thank you, Daddy!” Daddy pulled out, leaving an awful void in my ass. It felt cold and empty instantly and I cried out in despair. Daddy pushed me down, turned me over and shoved the rubber mask back in my face. “Inhale, deep breathes.” I instantly felt calmer and numb. After a few seconds, Daddy removed the mask and produced a syringe. I thought he was about to slam me but then Daddy said: “Now I’m putting you back to sleep. I still have some preparations to do for the next phase of your journey. When you wake up, you will enter a new reality. I’m about to send you on a one-way trip to Wonderland.” Daddy had a huge grin on his face as he inserted the needle in my arm and quickly pushed on the plunger. I felt a cold wave spreading in my arm and I immediately felt heavier. Darkness overtook my vision and the last thing I saw was my Daddy’s magnificent biohazard tattoo, a sign of things to come, I hoped...

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Thanks @alexej2 and @novamax for the nice comments. Trying to put the English major to good use lol. This chapters a little longer than the previous couple. Part 16 Hunter led Tyler to the bedroom and shut the door once they were both inside. Tyler started to panic. What was this about and why would Hunter want to leave Chris and Casey alone together? "You seem really tense. I just wanted to bring you in here to see if I could help calm you down so that Casey wont get freaked out and run scared. Hes cute. We want him to stay." Tyler thought the royal we was a little much right now but didnt mention it. "I guess I just didnt realize that you had always planned the smoking to be part of us playing the whole time. I thought it was a thing you just happened to offer to us that once because you were in the mood." "I was. I am." "I just didnt tell Casey about it so I was worried but he just went with it just now so I think we're good. So lets go back--" "Did you take the hit from the pipe just now because everyone else was doing it or because you liked the feeling last time?" Tyler didnt know how to answer the question. He thought Hunter was looking for one or the other when the real answer was both. Hunter read the hesitation and opened the same drawer that he pulled the pipe out the last time Tyler was in this room. He pulled out that same pipe along with a torch. "Dont answer that. I get it. Here. Lets take a couple hits you and me and get you calmed down and then we'll go back ok?" Hunter did not give Tyler the opportunity to respond. He was already lighting the pipe and walking towards the boy. No matter what happened this day, Hunter wanted to be the one to convert this boy who was more beautiful than he remembered. Tyler saw that Hunter was going to take a hit first. He was thankful to have a little bit of time to collect his thoughts. So much was running through his head and the two hits he shared just a few minutes before were messing with him. But he didnt have the time he expected because Hunter was moving quickly close to Tyler to give him the shotgun. Tyler hadnt anticipated that move but just went with it and opened his mouth to take smoke into his lungs. But what happened in the living room also happened here. Hunter turned the shotgun into a deep kiss. Tyler melted into Hunter and met this mans passion with his own. The two were locked together and softly moaning into each others mouths. Tyler was reminded of Hunters forceful tongue from their first kiss. Those memories combined with the hits fueled the already horny boy. Hunter held Tyler and led him to the bed without breaking the kiss. Tyler could feel that he was tenting in his sweatpants and felt Hunters large hard cock through his shorts as it pressed against Tylers thigh. Tyler sat on the edge of the bed with Hunter still standing and looking down at him. He handed the pipe and torch to Tyler. " Go ahead. All yours. I did some before you guys got here so dont worry about me." Tyler thought for a moment about his revelation when they arrived at the house. Hunter was manipulating them. There was a plan that he was executing that included playing casual. Tyler knew that now even if he didnt know what the plan could be beyond getting everyone naked. But he wasnt able to think past that kiss and that hard cock that he saw but didnt touch the first time. He lit the pipe and started on his first hit. "Good boy" Hunter said as he kneeled down between Tylers legs. He grabbed at the elastic waistband and pulled at them forcing Tyler to raise his ass to let his sweatpants get taken to the ground. Hunter loved that Chris and Tyler didnt get Tina dick and loved the sound of a hard college cock slapping against a boys abs. None of it broke the hit the boy was taking. Hunter had him and was about to really have him. "Yeah boy. Keep taking those hits. I wanna see you get high for me." Hunter grabbed Tylers hard cock and began to slowly stroke it. It was already leaking a little precum. But Hunter here for this boys cock. ******************* Casey was mid hit when he and Chris heard Hunters bedroom door close. Neither was sure how to proceed. Do they continue with the shotgun or does Casey just blow the hit out? In their hesitation, Casey just blew his hit out. He wasnt sure how long he was supposed to hold these hits in. This was his first hit from a pipe after all and it turned out to be pretty big. He was starting to change but he wasnt sure exactly how. Chris watched the cloud disperse into the living room air. "Nice hit. Do you feel ok?" He didnt know Casey but Chris remembered the nervousness of doing t for the first time and just wanted to check in. "I think so but I think Im also definitely getting high." "Yeah? What do you feel?" "I dont really know. Just...different I guess." "Does it make you horny?" "I cant tell if I was just horny from before or if this is new because of the hits." "I guess all that matters is youre horny right?" Chris took the pipe and torch from Casey and did his own hit. Then he handed them back to Casey so he could take another. If they were going to wait for Tyler and Hunter to finish whatever they were doing they might as well get high in that time. "Yeah." Casey began to rub his crotch. He noticed that each hit would go straight to his cock. A tingling he never remembered feeling like this before. Chris noticed. "I know the feeling bro." Chris began to rub his crotch as he watched Casey. Casey noticed the staring and the rubbing when he handed Chris the pipe. They made eye contact, neither saying anything as they did the hand off. But before he put the pipe to his mouth, Chris asked Casey, "You wanna do a shotgun this time?" As they were getting higher what they were thinking more and more about but still hadnt said was what the other had done with Tyler. There was a competition between them driven by that unknown but was fueling this moment alone between them. It could easily have gotten aggressive if thats where these boys heads were but that wasnt who they were. Chris was also wondering what Tyler had or hadnt told Casey about the first time they were in this house just as Casey wondered what it is that happened. Casey never saw Tyler as being the casual drug user type but this seemed chill and safe. He couldnt see the harm in Hunter or getting a little high every so often if thats what Tyler was up for. Their curiosity and these hits made them want to see what might happen for as long as they were alone. "Sure" Casey replied. As Chris leaned in neither was sure if this would lead to a kiss but both did want it. Chris moved close enough that their lips touched and both very tentatively brought their tongues out slightly. Just the feeling of their tongues grazing was enough and the two started to make out deep. Chris leaning further into Casey as they pressed themselves together with hands exploring each others chests and abs even as Chris held on to the pipe and torch. Just as with his shotgun with Tyler, Casey had to let go of the smoke while they were kissing. "Thats so hot" Chris said as they both took a breath. "Do you want another?" he asked as he offered what was in his hands to Casey. "Is it cool that we're doing this while theyre in there? I dont wanna smoke all his stuff and get him pissed or anything." "I'm sure its fine. Theyll probably be out in a second anyways." "What are they doing in there? Did something happen?" "I dont know. I think it should be ok." Chris was trying to be casual because he wanted this to continue. But he was also wondering if Hunter was going to try to get Tyler alone to share what had been already shared with him...Chris' guilt was hard to shake and part of him knew that there was danger involved for these two boys by coming here. But hearing the click of the torch and seeing this sexy guy do these hits for the first time with him, thinking about what it might do to him, made it impossible to stop. ********************** "Scoot back." Hunter stood up and gave Tyler a small push to encourage him to pull his legs up on to the bed. The boy did as he let go of his first hit with this pipe. "Nice cloud. Go ahead do another." Hunter climbed up onto the bed his hands gripping onto Tylers ankles and firmly massaging his way up his calves past his knees and up his thighs. He bent down and started kissing the boys inner thighs, all hard with muscle. He looked up as he licked the space between Tylers thigh and balls. The boy moaned as he held his hit in. "When you let that hit out blow it out down to your cock." Tyler nodded and then blew a cloud bigger than the first fogging the view that the two had of each other for a moment. "Fuck boy. Thats hot. You been practicing since that first time?" "No that was my first time and the last time I did it." "Youre doing great. Hold on to them for a second." Hunter raised himself up and pulled Tylers legs along with him propping them up on his shoulders. He knelt back down to get a closer look at the boys hole. "You and Casey have fucked before right?" "Yeah.' Tyler was embarrassed by the admission. Partly because he hadnt told anyone else yet and because he was feeling bad that the first person he told wasnt Chris. Hunter could see it on his face. "Don't worry. Theyre getting to know each other right now. Itll be fine." Tyler nodded. "You guys flip fuck or do you just bottom?" Hunter made sure to look the boy straight in the eye. Even with the hits lowering his inhibitions he was turning red. He really hadnt ever even thought about saying these things out loud. "It's ok. I'm just asking. You can tell me." With those last words Hunter teased Tylers hole with his tongue eliciting a gasp. He looked back into Tylers eyes. Tyler was looking right back. "You love to bottom dont you boy?" Tyler just nodded. Without hesitation, Hunter feasted on Tylers hole licking and probing in a way that created new sensations in the boy. Chris and Casey werent guys who seemed interested in rimming so this was something Tyler never really thought much about. After Hunters rim job there would be no turning back. He would insist that guys he was with rim him like this. His moans became increasingly louder and for a second he worried that Chris and Casey would hear him. But that second passed quickly. Hunter could feel the hole responding and opening up to him. This boy was a true bottom and he couldnt wait to get his first poz load into him. He pulled his head up and propped himself up as he crawled up to kiss the boy he was about to own. He could see in Tylers face the disappointment that the attention to his hole had stopped and also that hunger for something more. Hunter pulled himself from the kiss and looked down at Tyler. "Can I fuck you?" Tyler was a little caught off guard by how gentle Hunter was in asking the question. He recalled the conversations in health class about consent and he was seeing it play out now. Tyler took this to mean that Hunter wanted him to want it and enjoy it. He took it to mean Hunter would never do anything to hurt him. He looked down and saw that huge cock fully hard and looking like it was leaking. He didnt remember noticing Hunter take his shorts off but there was a lot happening and all that mattered now was that he was naked. Tyler nodded. "Yeah. Go slow ok?" Hunter kissed Tyler softly. "I will." Hunter took the pipe and torch from Tyler and told him to pull off his hoodie and the tshirt underneath. Hunter had forgotten how sexy the boy was and started to second guess the promise he had just made. He handed Tyler the pipe and torch again. "Take another two first. I'll grab some lube." Hunter wasnt sure if Tyler would say anything about condoms or being safe but he wasnt about to bring it up. Tyler did give it a moment but as the first of these two hits moved through his body he realized that he had never been fucked with a condom. Chris and Casey always fucked him raw and bred him. With Chris it had just happened the one time but it was pretty clear now that he and Casey would never use a condom together. By the time he was blowing out his second hit he had forgotten that the thought had even past his mind. By then, Hunter had his cock lubed and was pulling Tylers legs back up onto his shoulders. "You feeling good boy? Those were nice big hits. Love seeing that." Tyler nodded. He couldnt believe how much he wanted to feel this mans cock stratching him in ways that even Chris and Caseys werent big enough to do. "Go slow" he repeated. Hunter smiled and nodded in response. Hunter grabbed his slick hard cock and rubbed the head along Tylers crack finding the tight hole and resting it there. The two locked eyes as Hunter slowly pushed into Tyler. Tyler had learned to love the anticipation and the feeling of a cock head penetrating him. But this was something different. He didnt know what it was but it felt so much more intimate with this man. Hunter was easing the biggest cock Tyler had gotten fucked with yet and it had none of the clumsiness that was the second or third tries with Casey in this position. They didnt break their stare. Hunter spoke first. "You ok" he whispered. "Yeah youre in?" Hunter smiled. "Not yet. I'm about half way." Tylers eyes opened wider as he felt Hunter continue to push deeper. He gasped but not out of pain. He realized he wanted more. He wanted this man to touch something Casey and Chris couldnt. This was his first time with a real pro. He moaned deep. "You like that boy?" Tyler found he was a little out of breath now and moaned out a breathy "Yeah" as he grabbed his cock. Hunter remembered how things ended last time. Cum. Shame. Leave. He wanted to make things last this time. He stilled his body with just about an inch left. They were silent for a moment and Tyler explored this mans body with his hands grabbing on to his chest and bringing them down toward his abs and thighs. Tyler saw the tattoo that he remembered seeing the first time he was in this room and traced it with his finger. His concentration on this symbol he only recognized as a hazard sign was broken when Hunter pulled his gaze up to his eyes with a gentle finger on the boys chin. He looked deep into Tylers eyes. "I want you to remember this cock. I want you to crave it and come back for it whenever you need to be filled." Tyler had never been spoken to this way before and as he heard those words he realized that this was what he always wanted. He started to stroke his cock even harder. Hunter bent down still not pushing any further and kissed Tyler passionately, pulling the boys hand from between them and away from his cock. He took that arm and wrapped it around himself. Tyler understood and wrapped both his arms and tightened his legs around the man. This was it. Hunter pushed that last inch into the boy and along with it the weight of his body into Tylers hole. Both moaned into each others mouths. After years of breeding boys like this Hunter had learned to control his body so that he could cum multiple loads inside a hole without the boy suspecting as much. He didnt think Tyler was going to be kept from Hunters secret for long but he wanted to wait until he had a couple loads in him first. As they kissed Hunter could feel his first load building fast. This boy had gotten to him somehow. It was his innocence with the obvious undercurrent of a boy desperately wanting to be corrupted. As Hunter gyrated his hips balls deep into Tyler, the boy moaned something different. Like Hunter had hit a newly discovered spot. Hunter kept at that motion and the moaning became whimpers. Nothing got Hunter going like a college jock boy whimpering from his first massive cock and that moan triggered Hunters first load. With the two boys just out in the living room this wasnt the time to edge. He could feel it was a big load and Hunter had to exercise incredible control. He moaned with Tyler and did everything he could from the shaking that always accompanied a load this big. He tried to focus that energy into his mouth and probed Tyler with his tongue even deeper. When he finally found the end of his orgasm he couldnt believe he hadnt given himself away. Tyler was still in it and didnt seem to realize that he had just been delivered his very first poz load. Hunter pulled up to look at this boy. "You ok? You need a break?" It was Hunter who wanted to take a minute to fully recover from one of his hottest fucks in a while but he knew he would win points with a boy like Tyler if he showed care for him first. They hadnt been fucking for more than a couple minutes and Tyler wasnt tired or in pain and didnt think he needed a break but thought out of politeness that he should accept the offer. "Yeah ok." Hunter very slowly pulled out of Tyler looking down as the head popped out and noticing a drop of his cum leaking out. He laid down next to the boy and kept one hand at Tylers hole teasing it and probing it as they softly kissed. "Is this all ok? You feeling good?" Tyler nodded not knowing what to say. What he wanted to say was he felt good and he felt safe in this mans arms but he didnt want to seem like he was being clingy. The other two guys who had fucked him were just outside this room after all. And one of them was now just outside the door. Hunter and Tyler heard a soft knocking, the kind that said its ok if you dont hear this I dont want to intrude. They both heard it. Hunter casually responded "Come on in" while Tyler felt that shot of embarrassment that they were going to see him with Hunter and assume that they had fucked. It was too late because Chris walked in before Tyler could say anything at all. *********************** The restraint the boys used because they werent sure what was happening between Tyler and Hunter and how long they would be was gone after they each took three more hits from the pipe. They were both feeling the high and Casey was beginning to see that whatever tina was was making him as horny as he ever felt he had ever been before. The two were making out now without the pretense of the shotgun and they were both down to their boxers and socks. These boys and Tyler were tight athletic boys not really made from the gym but from growing up playing team sports. Being in shape was fine but bonding with a team of boys was always what made it all fun. Casey started to see how this could replace sports. Caseys curiosity had him picking up the pipe to see if there was a limit or whether he would just keep getting higher and hornier. So far he hadnt reached his limit. Every hit would force his hand to his cock and feel that electricity tingling through it. "You know whats weird? I kinda cant get hard but I'm hornier than fuck. Is that this?" Casey asked while holding the pipe. That question wasnt enough to stop him from taking another hit to keep the experiment going. He was too far gone now. "I dont know. It doesnt do that to me." Casey was getting the hang of hitting from the pipe. He let out another cloud. "I know. Looks big bro." "I guess.' Casey wasnt sure if it was false modesty or if he was sweetly innocent in that way like he thought Tyler was. "It's not as big as Hunters though. Or his friend." "His friend?" "Yeah last time I came over without Tyler and Hunter had this other guy over." "Oh thats hot. So you done the group thing with Hunter then." "Yeah but just that once. And that was my first time." Chris was high but he could never fully shake that Christian guilt. As if only getting fucked once by a hot poz guy while another guy watched would be ok for his friends and family back home. "But you also were here with Tyler before that right?" "Right. Twice." "Nice." "You?" "Nah. This is the first time I ever been in something like this. More than one guy. Drugs. Seems pretty chill though." "Yeah." There was that guilt again. Now would be the time to tell Casey to go. To save himself and stay neg. But that would be too much. Casey might try to save Tyler and it could turn out worse. What Chris wasnt admitting to himself was that he was liking getting high too much to want to not keep coming by Hunters anymore. Chris thought about trying another tactic. "You guys...fuck?" Casey handed the pipe to Chris. "Yeah. You mean me and Ty?" Chris had never heard him called Ty. He didnt know why but hearing it made him feel that sting of jealousy just a little more. "Yeah we do. We live down the hall from each other so you know. Its easy." "Yeah. Uh...you guys...do....both?" "Both? You mean like fuck and get fucked?" Chris nodded as he took his hit. "Nah I only top so we just do that." Chris almost in relief breathed out and exhaled his next word. "Nice." "Not if I cant get hard bro." Chris looked over as Casey reached into his boxers and stroked his soft cock. Meanwhile the head of Chris' cock was sticking out of the waistband of his boxers. "Sorry." Casey just shrugged it off as Chris put the pipe down and pulled Casey into another kiss. They felt sufficiently high to keep this kiss going. Both boys got more out of breath feeling each others chests pushing their torsos against each other and feeling the others cock through the fabric of their boxers. Just as Casey rubbed the head of Chris' cock with his hand and reached past it to take hold of his thick hard shaft, they were interrupted. ************************** As Chris opened Hunters bedroom door and walked in he had not given any thought to what he might see. He was too preoccupied with what was happening in the living room to give Tyler and Hunter any thought. So when he walked in and saw the two naked in bed the shock was too hard to cover. "Oh sorry I didnt--" From the door, Chris noticed what he thought might have been cum leaking out of Tylers hole. His legs were spread and Hunter was rubbing his inner thigh. "Um I can..." He was going to say wait but he actually couldnt. "Its ok. Whats up?" Hunter asked as he sat up in the bed. Tyler lay almost frozen as he and Chris looked at each other. What both men in bed also noticed was the Chris was down to his boxers which were very clearly tenting. "Uuhhhh it looks like theres a couple people at your door."

Quick note about Part 7: Didnt mean to include those emojis. It was supposed to be C : without the space in between and I didnt realize the site automatically converted it to the smiley face. Sorry about that! Part 8 The three naked men moved into the bedroom with Greg holding Chris tightly to his body, one arm around the boys waist and the other caressing his chest and abs. Chris noticed that this time Hunter’s bedroom had a different set up. Where there was an open space the last time he was here, now there was something he had seen in some porn he had encountered online before: a sling. Chris never stayed very long on those clips. Those scenes didn’t appeal to him since they seemed to always take place in dirty rooms with a lot of guys who would just use the person laying in the sling like a hole and nothing more. He always wanted and fantasized about something that wasn’t just physical. The emotional connection made things more pleasurable. Chris couldn’t imagine enjoying being fucked by guys who didn’t care about who he was. He had that connection with Tyler and even though things got out of hand last time , Chris did feel like Hunter was a nice guy who would look out for him and keep him from harm. Just like last time there was a movie playing on the tv in the room and just like last time it was a group scene. This time though there was a sling at the center of the group with a young college age guy in it, legs spread waiting for one of the men standing around him to approach. As Chris watched to see how the scene would play out, Hunter brought the pipe back up to the boys mouth and lit it with the torch. Without any acknowledgment of Hunter, Chris dutifully took the hit, giving in to the high and working to get even higher. Chris attributed it to the smoking but something about this sling scene seemed to arouse him in a way that the others he saw before didn’t. An older man in the group stepped up first and stood between the legs of the boy in the sling. He bent down and began making out with the boy. There was something so intimate about this kiss, thought Chris, like they forgot theres a whole bunch of other guys around. This was something he had never seen. Something that looked like the kind of connection he wanted but in a scene with the bottom in a sling. Instinctively he began to stroke his cock which had already started to leak precum. Hunter and Greg took a moment to step back and watch. Chris didn’t even notice. Hunter loved a boy who stayed hard while getting fucked and could see from the last time they hooked up that Chris seemed to be immune to T dick. Hunter allowed Greg to make the next move. He saw how much Chris was attracted to him. Who wouldn’t be? He was no longer the boy Chris was but not yet the older dad type that Hunter was and somehow he managed to embody both in the way he looked and carried himself. Charming, confident, and just fucking hot. He moved closer to Chris who was sitting at the foot of the bed watching the tv. The older man was now fucking the boy in the sling. They don’t use condoms either, Chris thought. Is that standard? Am I being too paranoid about this? Is this my conservative upbringing trying to scare me into thinking that hooking up without condoms would automatically lead to getting sick? As the questions ran through his head, Greg nuzzled him from the side whispering into his ear. “You like what you see boy? Do you want to try a turn in the sling?” Chris hesitated for a moment but all three knew the answer. “Yeah…I guess I could try it.” “Thatta boy.” Hunter knew what Chris was responding to even though he hadn’t heard the question. He walked over to his bedside table and pulled his kit out. “Hey do you know these guys?” Just then the shot on the video had shifted from the sling to the men watching and encouraging them. Chris noticed that every one of them had the same tattoo that Hunter and Greg had. “Looks like theyre all members of your club.” “It’s a pretty big club. And its growing everyday. We all feel the importance of expanding the membership.” The next shot was an overhead shot above the sling. Chris watched the tops thick raw cock fuck in and out of the bottom and that’s when he noticed that the boy in the sling did not seem to have the tattoo. Was this the initiation that Hunter and Greg were talking about? What kind of club fucks you into being a member? Chris kept this train of thought to himself. He knew it must sound stupid and he was too high to want to work out all the details anyway at a time when a hot man was giving him this kind of attention. Greg pulled Chris over to the sling and helped him maneuver his way into it. “You comfortable?” Greg looked down to Chris in the same position that the older man in the video did to the bottom he was now fucking. “Yeah” Chris replied and brought his legs up to mimic what he saw in the boys position on screen effectively showing off his smooth hole to Greg. “Fuuuck that’s hot boy.” Greg bent down just like the older man and began to make out with Chris. Chris moaned into Gregs mouth. The need had been strong before he got to Hunters house but after all those hits he wanted so bad to get fucked again and this man was a dream come true. Greg stood back upright as Hunter moved to Chris’s side and began rubbing his chest, focusing on the boys nipples. Greg pressed his hard cock against Chris’s smooth balls. “You feeling good?” Chris turned to look up at Hunter and nodded. “Good boy. How about we turn things up a little higher?” With his lust taking over, Chris just responded softly. “Ok.” “That’s what I was hoping to hear. We just want you to feel really good.” “I feel pretty good right now” the boy smiled. Fuck this boy is adorable both the standing men thought at the same time. So innocent and clueless. “I know boy. Theres a way to get high with the same stuff but the high is much more fun if you don’t smoke it.” “What do you mean?” “If you inject it the high is even more amazing.” “You mean…needles?” “Yeah.” Hunters reply was casual. He wasn’t going to alarm the boy. If Chris said no Hunter would find a way later. Chris looked like he was trying to lift himself to an upright sitting position but he was finding it difficult. The thought of a needle seemed much more extreme to him and he felt he needed to think for a moment. Hunter placed a little more pressure on Chris’s chest to keep him down. Chris felt that laying down with his legs spread out like an invitation was not conducive to rational thinking but the high canceled out whatever strength and will he had to really push back against Hunter. The video was getting louder now as the two men fucking were moaning and grunting with the men around them getting more and more frenzied in their encouragement. The shouts of “Fuck that boy” “Get that raw cock deep” and “Take that cock boy” from the video turned out to be far more powerful than any fear that arose from the thought of needles. Chris laid back into the sling and grabbed his still dripping cock. He looked again at Hunter. With a slow nod, he whispered, almost just mouthed “Ok.” That’s all Hunter needed to hear. “Fuck yeah, nice boy” Greg said as Chris turned his attention back to the man who was beginning to use his precum to coat the boys hole. He nodded to Hunter as a gesture to get him to pass the bottle of lube on the floor. Hunter passed the bottle to Greg and then took a rubber band in his pocket and tied it around Chris’s arm. “Now I just need you not to move while I do this so we can be sure not to hurt you, ok?” “Hurt me?” “Yeah just to be sure we get the vein is all. It’s ok. I have a steady hand.” He smiled at the boy and Chris gave in. This was a man he could trust. He would do as he asked and stay still. He didn’t want to watch the needle go in so he turned his attention to the video which was getting louder by the moment. “I’m gonna cum boy” the man in the video shouted to the boy in the sling. Just then Chris felt the prick of the needle and winced. At the same time he felt Greg line the head of his cock right up to his hole. Chris couldn’t see Gregs huge cock but the top of his tattoo was visible from that angle. The men in the video only got more frantic. “Yeah gimme that load. Fucking poz me!” “Fuck yeah take my poz load boy!” Poz load? What were they talking about? They couldn’t possibly mean… Before Chris could finish the thought, Hunter ripped the rubber band from his arm and lifted it up just as Greg pushed his raw cock into the boy.

I can NOT stop thinking about this. I want to be the star of a porn scene that is set up JUST like this. No mercy, brutal hatefuck of my slutty mouth and pretty pussy. I am sooo ready!