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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

Nevermind. I started writing, and it all came out. Here you go. Part 39: Ben Ryder (Pastor Kline’s Perspective) “Hello?” “Hey, Mark. It’s me,” Will said over the phone. “Am I interrupting anything?” “Nothing,” I told him, examining myself in a mirror. “In fact, I just sent my wife off to visit her sister for two weeks.” “Sounds like that’ll leave your ass open for the rest of us,” Will said. “Peter will want to see you.” “Is his dick ready to fuck?” I asked. “Maybe not,” he said. “But you know there’s no stopping Peter. Not now, anyway.” “Yeah,” I said, looking myself over, taking in my dress pants, my buttoned shirt, and my tie. I looked good. I felt good. “Lucky man.” “A horny man,” he said. “And it’s his own fault for piercing his own dick with his wedding ring.” “Do you…” I started, stopping as the thought got caught in my throat. “Do you ever find yourself… jealous of him?” “Jealous of Peter?” he said. “I mean, the PA does look hot, and he can cum a lot.” “Not that,” I said. “Not his hyperspermia. I mean, the fact that he’s out. He’s living his life now, the way he wants to.” “Oh,” Will said. I could hear the weight in his voice, the realization setting in. “I don’t know. I mean, yeah, he got rid of his wife, but, I mean, he’s not exactly… free. He’s hiding out at Wade’s house. He left his job and has no money. Everyone but us is talking to him, and even we have to do it in secret. I don’t know, Mark. I don’t really think I’m feeling jealous of him.” “I guess you’re right,” I said. “Still, I can’t help but think—” “I know it’s hard,” Will said. “But don’t go off and do something stupid. Yes, it worked out well with Peter, Lewis, and your son, but we can’t keep pushing our luck. It won’t take long before we go too far.” “You’re right,” I said, walking to my front door, my keys in hand. “We’ll be smart.” I ended the call and walked out the door. __ I sat at the table, my heart racing, my mind spinning, an ache in my stomach causing me to feel sick. What if Will was right? What if I had pushed my luck too far? What if I was putting not only myself but everyone else at risk? Had I made a mistake? “Mark? Mark Kline, is that you?” I looked up and nearly fell out of my chair as I saw the face of a man I hadn’t seen in decades. I stood up, my legs feeling weak while my extended hand shook. It was suddenly remarkable to me that I hadn’t noticed it before. How had I never noticed how similar Will looked to his father? “Ben,” I said, grabbing his hand and shaking it. He had a firm grip, and I nearly came thinking about how amazing his hand would feel stroking my cock, grasping my balls, taking hold of my neck. “It’s great to see you.” “And you,” he said, taking a seat. “I hope you haven’t been waiting here long.” “Not at all,” I said. The waitress came over and took our orders, my order almost missed as my attention was stolen by Ben. “Where’s your wife?” I asked. “Isn’t she coming?” “She’s at home,” Ben said. “My wife isn’t one who likes traveling, even if it is to see her own son preach. Granted, we’ve seen him do it before, but it’s almost a sin that we haven’t seen him in his, I’m sorry, his and your church.” “It’s a good distance,” I said, happy at hearing the news that he was alone. “My wife prefers everyone journeying to see her,” he said, rolling his eyes. The waitress brought us our drinks. “That might be why we’ve never managed to make the connection that you work with Will before now.” “I’m sorry to hear that she’s not with you,” I lied. “It would have been good to meet her.” “Well, between you and me,” he said, leaning forward, his cologne wafting into my nose and ensnaring my senses, “I’m happy to be here alone.” My cock jumped. “Why’s that?” “Mark, let me tell you now before you get to be sitting where I’m sitting,” Ben said. “Retirement isn’t as wonderful as it seems. I used to have something to do with my day, serving a purpose, spending hours in my office, but now I’m left listening to my wife jabber on about all these people I don’t know or don’t care about. She’s constantly nagging at me to get up and do something, but once I do, she’s nagging at me to relax. She wants us to join all these elderly groups, as if I’m one foot in the grave. I’m still a young man. Well, I’m a man who isn’t locked up in a retirement home. I can’t get a word in even if my life depended on it. It’s exhausting. That’s why I was so happy to hear from you. You’re giving me a chance to escape for a few days.” “You’re giving me a lot to look forward to.” Ben smiled. “I’m almost tempted to order a drink with alcohol in it,” he said. “Don’t let me stop you,” I joked, wishing he would, letting his guard down. It’s not that I wanted him drunk, but if he was a bit looser, it would make everything considerably easier. “I shouldn’t,” he said. “Glad to hear it,” I said. “Not glad that you’re feeling that way about your wife. That’s not what I mean. I mean, I’m glad you could make the trip. I’m glad it’s going to give you the time away you need.” “Thanks,” he said. “You’re married too, right?” I nodded. “Do you ever feel like you’re… what’s the right word…?” “Stifled?” I joked. “That’s one of the words to use,” Ben said, laughing. “I know it sounds horrible, especially since we’re both pastors, but I sometimes just want to… well, never mind.” “Want to what?” I urged, my mind enraptured by every word he had to say. I had missed seeing this man speak, watching his lips, noticing his strong chin which was darkened by stubble. I remember watching him in college, wishing I could kiss his chin, even suckle on his prominent Adam’s apple. I simply wanted a taste of him. Will wasn't enough for me, anymore. I needed the real thing. I needed the source. “Sometimes I just want to run away,” he said. For a moment, there was a look on his face, a look of shock at hearing those words come out of his mouth. Then, for an even briefer moment, I saw a slight smile at the thought. “Sometimes, I don’t know, I just wish I could disappear for a while, be on my own, shirk off all those responsibilities. Is that awful?” “No,” I said. “Do you ever feel like that?” I smiled. “Often, unfortunately. Maybe it’s the job. Maybe it’s just marriage. I have felt like that, though.” “And what helped you through it?” he asked. “Honestly,” I said, “your son. Will helped me.” “Will helped you through it?” Ben laughed. “And how did he manage to do that?” Memories of my legs pulled to my chest, Will’s naked body on top of me, his dick slamming into my hole, filling me up with his poz seed filled my mind, and my cock got hard again. Mixing with those memories were the imaginings of Ben on top of me, his naked, sweaty body writhing as he filled me with his cock. All the nights I spent with Will fucking me, all the days I spent sucking him off in his office, all solidified in my mind. “He… helped me tap into a piece of myself that I had always wanted to find. When I was feeling lost, he, and a few other men from the church, helped pull me back to where I needed to be.” “Sounds like my boy did well,” Ben said. “He did very well,” I told him, my hole aching to feel his cock again. “He always does.” “And he still doesn’t know that I’m here?” “I never spoke a word of it to him,” I said. I had already imagined all the scenarios which would play out. While I knew none of them ended as well as I would hope, that didn’t stop me from making sure the plan moved forward. “And you’ve got your own boy?” “I do,” I said. “Ryan. He’s in college.” “And how are you two doing?” “Better now,” I said. “We struggled to connect for a while, but we managed to reconnect recently. Will helped with that, too." I remembered the night of Will fucking Ryan's hole, fucking my son right into me, milking my son's prostate until he shot our family's load deep into my hole. "You could almost say he pushed my son right into my arms.” Ben smiled. “I’m glad to hear that my boy is doing well. I wish his brothers were doing as well as him. My son Zack is married. We’re expecting grandkids soon. I hope they have them to give my wife someone else to worry over. My other son, Jay, is… well, it’s difficult to describe Jay. He’s a lot to handle.” “I’m sure he is,” I said, knowing from experience. “Will has told me all about Jay.” “I’ve always spoken out against Jay,” Ben said. “I’ve always been so hard on him. I sometimes wonder if everything I did caused him to act the way he has. He’s so wild. He’s so uncontrollable. He’s so… he’s so…” Ben’s expression changed again, almost as if he was seeing something clearly for the first time. “He’s so… free. That’s the only word I can’t think of. He’s free.” “Is that a bad thing?” I asked. “Shouldn’t we all, in some way, be free?” Ben looked at me, his brow furrowed, his mind turning over everything he had just told me. Now, more than ever, I could see Will within his father. “I’m sorry,” Ben said, standing up and leaving the table. “Ben,” I called, trying to run after him. “Ben, what’s wrong?” “I’m sorry, Mark,” he said, heading for the door. “I just… I’ve got to go.” “Is it something I said?” I watched as Ben left the restaurant. __ (Will’s perspective) “I’m not sure what’s going on,” I told Dom, circling around Wade’s living room, a fresh load of his cum dripping out of my ass. My own cock was covered in cum, having just shot deep into Wade’s hole as he fisted Peter. Peter’s cock was still too sensitive for him to be fucking anyone, and while we couldn’t stop him from leaking so much precum, we did try to teach him how to orgasm with just his ass and with little cum being ejaculated. “He’ll learn,” Wade had told us. Since Peter had been staying with Wade, the two of them had gotten to be very close. It was almost as if Wade had found someone he could train in all the perverted sexual acts he lived for while Peter had found someone who worshiped his gift for how incredible it made him. Though Peter had since recovered from his conversion, now officially being a poz man, he still tried to keep out of sight until the rumors about him started to die down a bit. So while Dom and I would often spend time at his or my apartment, we were for the present time spending hours with Wade and Peter so we could all fuck as much as our cocks and balls allowed. The only person missing was Pastor Kline. “Do you think something’s wrong?” Dom asked. “I’m not sure,” I told him. “It’s just, when I talked to him on the phone today, he sounded… I don’t know… off.” “Maybe he didn’t want his wife to hear.” “She’s out of town,” I told him. “Maybe he’s sick,” Peter said. “Even when he was converting and on his ass,” I told them, “he still found a way for me to get my cock up his ass. If he’s sick, he’ll manage to be here riding as many cocks as he can.” “Maybe it’s nothing.” I shook my head. “He looked weird even when Peter was getting his cock pierced,” I said. “Something’s going on with him, but I can’t figure out what it is.” “Let’s go find out,” Dom said. We got in my car and drove over to Pastor Kline’s house. We knew his wife was gone, but there was no guarantee that he would be there. Hours had passed since I spoke to him, and there had been no further communication since. “Maybe he’s visiting his son,” Dom said. “Mark's car is here,” I said, pointing it out, failing to notice another car parked nearby. We walked to the door and found that it was slightly ajar, the lights inside still on. I looked at Dom who shrugged, turning back to examine the neighborhood. “There’s another car here. Maybe he’s not alone.” “Someone from church?” I asked, spotting the car without taking the proper time to notice it. “Maybe someone to fuck,” Dom said. We entered the house and started searching, trying to keep quiet so we didn’t scare anyone should he have someone else there. “Will,” Dom whispered, waving me over. He pointed at a trail of clothing leading up the stairs and into the hall. “I think he’s got someone here, and I doubt he’s from church.” “With our church, it’s anyone’s guess,” I said. Dom started up the stairs, but I reached out and grabbed his arm. “What the fuck are you doing?” “I want to see who it is,” Dom said. “He didn’t invite us.” “Exactly,” Dom said. “Think of all the times we invited him over so we could fuck him. We brought him into this world. He can’t just sneak off and fuck someone without at least inviting us to fuck. If not to fuck, to at least watch.” Dom started up the stairs, and though I tried to resist the temptation, I soon found myself right behind Dom, slowly moving down the hall. I noticed the clothing, spotting the undershirts, the socks, the ties, and the underwear. Everything belonged to men, so we knew Pastor Kline was with a man. We got to the door and found it slightly open, the sound of a squeaking bed, strained moans, and skin slapping skin pouring out into the hall. “Let’s see who we’ve got,” Dom said, pushing the door open. Having fucked in Pastor Kline’s bedroom before, I knew where to look, and spotted the two men fucking immediately. I saw the naked skin, Pastor Kline’s legs hoisted up in the air, his hands grasping the arms of the man fucking his ass as hard and as fast as possible. I watched as the man’s hips thrusted forward, Pastor Kline’s legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper into his body. I could see the sweat glistening on their bodies. I could smell the aroma of sex in the air. “Oh fuck,” Pastor Kline moaned. "Oh, fuck me!" “You like that?” Air caught in my lungs as I heard the voice, the scene before me turning upside down. "Fuck me harder!" Everything I had missed, from the car outside to the clothing on the floor to the back of the man’s head, even though now covered in sweat, all became familiar. "You want my load? Here it comes!" My heart felt as if it was about to burst out of my chest. “Dad?” Pastor Kline shot up, scrambling across the bed, pulling at sheets to cover himself. My eyes, however, were focused on the naked man who jumped off the bed, turning around, his thick, hard cock standing straight out. “Will?” my father said. His cock started shooting cum, splattering across the floor between us. _______________________________________________________________________________________________ I told you we'd get here. I promise more of Ben in the next chapter. We may be having a Ryder Threesome in the near future.

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

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.

I didn't do it with friends' parents, but I did it with girlfriends' parents. We did it for 3 years with my girlfriend's father. I m bi.

wife left for church 5 minutes ago and another load on my chest

Eating ass is an absolute favorite of mine. I love the taste of ass. Sexually, I probably have everything imaginable. I even was able to suck my dick, past the head, until I was about 25 or 26. But the only thing I’ve never been able to do is eat my own ass as much as I would love to do that. so the best way for me to taste my ass is to kiss a man after he has rimmed me or to suck his dick clean after he has fucked me. I’m not in the dirt and I know my ass always will be clean before I get fucked or fisted. so while I look forward to him, dumping his load up my ass, the ultimate reward is to taste my own ass juices and his cum on his dick when I suck him before sending him home.

In 2010 i was invited by some gay men, which contacted me on a bull chat. When i got undressed and walked in the room, there where 5 gay men fucking eachother all bare. at first i scared myself, but very soon the excitment took over and i joined them. this was so hot and felt so free. ever this day i only fucked bare and started taking risks by joining orgies where hiv+ men came. This was the next thrill, found the rush and never stopped. i was very excited and releaved after a few years fucking with hiv+men that i got infected. Now over 6 years poz and proud

If a bathhouse counts, then a few months ago on 4th of July weekend ...remember taking roughly seven loads. I was so horned up on T that I recall squirting it out while on all fours in the patio area.

Love going to SBN (London) on a Sunday. The darkroom upstairs at the back of the club is my favourite place. I would kneel on the bench facing the wall with my hole facing the room and take any cock rubbed up or pushed into my hole…it was such a turn on just having my hole used. 💦💦

There used to be a lot of them in the neighborhood, but not anymore so I've really stopped going out. There is a bar left in the East Village in Manhattan that is still notorious for its unadulterated back room fun. Last weekend I got really horny and the BF was out somewhere I decided I wanted some dick (many dicks, really) so I went to check it out. I forgot how much I love walking into a tightly packed, dimly lit, hot room of sweaty men all there for getting off. I'm a thin guy so I tend to get shoved around in a crowd. I've learned to just go with it, like crowd surfing. I love that feeling of being pushed around and groped with no real control. It was only a few minutes before hands had ripped my pants open and my cock was getting grabbed and my ass fingered. A few minuted more until I was forced down on my knees on the filthy floor and got the first dick in my mouth. I have no idea who. I know it was a big black dick. He came pretty fast in my mouth. I love how once you're down like that, they see you're willing to suck any cock. As soon as that first guy came I realized there were four more hard ones around me. I spent about 20 minutes sucking, swallowing another load in there out of the maybe 6 or 7 guys I sucked. At that point I got up of my knees, still sucking an Asian boy's dick, but presenting my ass. I've found that in a room like that, if I pull my pants down while I bend over to suck a dick, guys will start to play with my hole pretty quickly. When they realize I'm not stopping them, they usually start to finger me more aggressively which generally turns to fucking. I love not turning around to see who it is. Guys notice that and realize in just there for dick...any dick. Sure enough it only took about 5 minutes for me to feel the first cock head against my hole. I reached back to spread my ass and he was in me fast. He started fucking hard and that got the guy in my mouth turned on enough to cum. Then the guy in my ass shot inside, giving me enough cum-lube for the next. I dunno how many cocks I sucked that night, but three more guys did fuck me. I should go there more. I was still so horny the next night that I went to one of Manhattan's last bathhouses where I also hadn't been in years, but I'll tell that one later.

I know it sucks for the top as they obviously wanna jerk me off or suck me, but I'll always lock my cock up for cumdump sessions. I want to feel my only pleasure from my hole and I really don't want to cum from being jerked off. Some tops think that they're special and that this is the only fuck I'm having and that I should cum along with him, but the reality is that he's just another line drawn on my ass in marker pen.

Get piggy babe🐷

Yes, I did the same thing... I would go exploring and sitting in all kinds of restrooms... from truck stops to the creepy changing room at the lake. I would spend hours, reading all kinds of nasty and dirty shit on the walls. woof.

I was infected on November 12, 2005 and tested positive on Good Friday, April 14, 2006. It was sometime in August 2006 I received a call late on Friday from a study nurse for the Merck vaccine trial I was in. He told me my CD 4 count was back under 300 and vl 56k, he thought I should be on antiretroviral therapy. My Dr appointment on September 14 confirmed that the numbers were going in the wrong direction and I walked out with my scripts for meds. It was less than a year and I was taking meds. I was disappointed and it took some reflection to accept it. So far, so good; the meds have not been a disappointment. No side effects I'm aware of and the virus tends to stay undetectable levels, or at least levels that used to be undetectable I've had results 40 - 60 every now and then, which my Dr says is not anything to worry about.

Just about 2 years. I was exposed Sept 2001; fuck flu Oct 2001; and confirmed positive Dec 24, 2001 (merry fuckin Christmas). At the time, the medication cocktails were just coming out and we didn't know if starting early or waiting was the way to go. As we know now, starting early is the way to go. I didn't choose wisely. I waited until I was near formal AIDS diagnosis. In July of 2003, I developed Oral hairy leukoplakia, and my CD4 was 232. As you see in my records below, I probably only had another few months before the CD4 dropped below 200 which would have put me right at the 2 year mark for seroconversion. (For the CD4/CD8 percentage, 40% is ideal. 30-61% is ok.) The viral count was probably MUCH higher than 750K, the test that was used on me at the time topped out at 750K. With my leukoplakia and general health, it was probably well over a million. Other tests were available to determine exactly the viral load but wasn't necessary since I chose to start the meds. It took one year to get undetectable. Even though I've been in the "normal" range for years, my numbers are still continuing to trend higher (subtly but still generally improving) 20 years later.

Damn.. and I was hoping this was a thread about someone telling they bred the Republicans ass, or had their cock sucked by him !

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").

@Jaygusher any chance of seeing an epilogue or a continuation of this story? Would love to know what everyone is up to and what has happened since this story ended. you are an amazing writer and this story got me off many times.

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

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.

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.

Unexpected loading I had a message from a 22 year old lad looking for an anon mouth to use. I asked for a cock pic and his 7 inches looked perfect for sucking so I offered to drain him. He wanted me in my pup mask and that suited me. I was in the mask and jock and harness when he stripped to his boxers and socks. I could see a hot wet patch on his boxers. He was creaming his boxers just stood there. I sucked on it. His semi was straight in my mouth and it wasn’t long before he was solid as he explored the back of my mouth, he clearly wanted my throat so I let him have it. He forced a nice coating of precum around my mouth and down my throat. His dick was oozing clear sticky precum like a drippping tap. I pushed him back onto the bed and sucked him good. He was led back groaning with pleasure until he sat up and spoke. He ordered me to show him my hole. I turned around and showed him my hungry cunt and my FUCK ME tattoo. He was behind me wanking and wiping that precum over my hole. With that he announced, ‘I’m having that hole’. He teased his pre cummy head into my hungry cunt. Then he pushed on further until he was balls deep. He started fucking my ass. A total surprise as he made it clear all he wanted was a mouth to use. I was t about to stop him as he pounded his oozing dick into my cunt. I was told my cunt felt amazing and that he already wanted regular access to breed. Sure enough he pounded and released and bred me deep wearing just his hot rank sox. He flexed his balls as he transferred every drop into my grateful cunt. He pulled out and his cum dribbled from my freshly loaded hole. He said he’ll return to dump a load again soon!

Hello guys, first post here. To give you quick context Im a Caribbean guy in his late 20s living in Argentina. Honey Brown golden skin, long beard 5'7 and swimmers build (I played basketball my whole life) Gypsy looking some say. The other day I woke up mad horny and had no idea why. Rolled myself one up and..went on grindr to see how the early morning was going to be. I have a heavy interracial fetish so I was planning to take as much white seed as I could even though my love for men in general wasnt gonna allow me to let any seed go to waste. 1ST LOAD: On grindr found this cute blonde Argentinian bear in his mid 20s that lived a couple blocks down from my spot (City of Buenos Aires) and we chatted for a minute, exchange a couple of nudes and he invited me to his place. 6'0 He had a square shaped muscular body with broad shoulders and back with an 15 cm dick but very thick and veiny with a pointy pink tip. Sturdy. Sucked his pink cock for around 10 mins then he decided to flip me around letting me in all my fours. Going raw on me while complementing my body frame and skin, quite hot tbh. Seemed like he was edging for some time cause he didn't last long and came quite fast as I could feel with each pulsation as he filled me with 6 shots of warm cum. At that point my level of hornyness skyrocketed to the top. I was horny before but you guys know what I mean. After the first load you start feeling yourself a bit more. Innevitable. We shook hands as I walked out the door and started walking aimlessly through BA streets. It was 9 am. Pulled out the rest from the fat joint I had from earlier and kept on walking LOAD 2: not more than 20 blocks into my journey I received a message from another Argentinian guy in his mid 30s Slim and tall and arab looking. He had a pretty neutral face and body but a beautiful long cock. He invited me to his place and gave me like an hour long fuck before breeding me with long thick cum. Thicker than the previous guy. At this point between the high and the cum in my system I was in heaven. LOAD 3: Head spinning and full of cum I decide to return to my journey this time being texted by a regular fuck buddy or chongo like Argetinians say (best one of the afternoon) 6'0 White Latino looking long haired Venezuelan with swole but not ripped body, amazing ass and an massive 23 cm, curved and a can thick cock ready to hit the right spots. Theres a difference between who just loads you and who makes you crave their cum. This guy is one of those guys. Amazing fucker fucked me in every position on every corner of the house. He bred me while on top of me while I was backing my ass up making him shoot his cum as deep as possible. After all the moaning and grunting got the load I deserved but wanted more... 4TH AND 5TH LOAD: My sluttyness at this point was uncontrollable so I decided to take the subway and head downtown (I live on the northern part of the city) to go to the best sauna in town. Got in. Asked myself a glass of wine then sit around just to watch guys pass by. Talk to a couple of guys but everything on a friendly matter, nothing sexual. Tipsy enough I decide to go into the dark room where even though its dark you can still recognize some facial features. Soon as I walk in Im met with a french kiss ( kinda unexpected) from what it seemed an 40+ y/o 6'3 Italian guy with very fit body, shaved beard and daddy vibes. Hot. He takes me to one of the rooms and I started sucking him like there was no tomorrow.Then he decided to flip me and starts fucking me against the mirror. The guy could fuck and had big stamina but honestly felt I could make him cum before he made me cum. Which happened as soon as I started backing my ass up once again making bim explode at least 4 shots of fresh cum. As Im recovering from the fuck I just had and still with my ass up I could feel a face right next to mine whispering 'dont move ' with an heavy Buenos Aires accent. I had no idea who the guy behind me was and it was was he planning. I look at the Italian guy to see if he knows him but he points at me as the guy from behind its handling me bottle of golden rush telling me to take hit. At that point the mystery of the whole thing and the voice he had, had me open. So I hit the poppers and suddenly everything I was once feeling got multiplied by 50 times. And of course I let this anon guy fuck me bare and wish I could explain to you guys how good that bare cock felt as it went in. I was gone. Fucked this guy long enough for him to surrender and give me last load of the night. So fucking hot. Finished the day fucking an tatted russian looking twink but was a curly haired shy chubby cub who ended up taking my load. Hopefully ill post more soon. Cheers

I've written a story about it called my friends dad. My friend " groomed" me to become gay and introduced me to his dad whom he was having sex with.

Dr Mike – biohazard and healer – Part 1 – The First Office Visit *All of the other stories I have posted have been real life hook ups and connections. This story’s premise is based on real life, but it becomes fiction once I go to Dr Mike’s office as I never did get up the nerve to go.* It was my second summer living in DC and I had been poz for about a year. One of my bareback fuck buddies at the time was a guy who worked for a local non-profit group. Where I was fairly conservative in appearance, Nathan had a nose ring, tats, and sometimes a mowhawk when his head was not shaved, so we always made an unlikely looking pair when we went out. He had a nice dick and loved using his own spit or poz cum for lube when he fucked me and I took his cum every chance I could get. He was the first guy I met who was so open about his status and also got off on it and loved telling me how he was giving me his poz cum when he fucked me as he did not take any meds at all and even resisted getting treated for STDs as long as he could when he had had them. Nathan said he did not take meds because they were more toxic then the bug and he believed in alternative stuff, plus he wanted to make sure that every negative ass he fucked raw when they asked him to pull out would become infected as that turned him the fuck on. One of his tats around his belly button was a biohazard sign. This was 15 years ago so was a pretty out there thing at the time to be proudly displaying your HIV status and that you were a breeder on a mission. When we went to the leather bar or the park there was always one or two guys who knew what it meant, and then would look at me with a wink knowing I was getting his toxic loads. One day I met him at his office to grab a drink and started to rub his dick in the elevator. Nathan laughed and said, “I just cummed a short while ago, so am not really up for a quick one”. I asked, “Who did you fuck?”(we were not exclusive so just curious – voyeur in me). He said, “No one, my doctor sucked him off.” I was like what the fuck? OK, I needed to hear this story over drinks. There were a couple private practice doctors in town then that all of the guys who were poz seemed to go. Nathan went to one of them and told me this doctor – Doctor Mike - was a fucking freak and liked to suck him off every time he went to see him and the doctor did not care what was up, how sick he was, what he had or anything. The doctor had sucked him when he had gonorrhea and other stuff and even drank his piss once in his office. This doctor did not lecture about STDs or safe sex and would just hook him up with whatever antibiotics he needed. I couldn’t believe it, but asked if my friend fucked him too. Nathan told me no, the doctor was a top, but he had heard he fucked all his bottom patients that would let him and he only fucked raw, and that he supposedly had a really big dick. Nathan said he knew a couple bottoms who swore they got syphilis, gonorrhea and some other stuff from him too, and there was a rumor about a couple bottoms who had gone to him to be tested for HIV who were negative until after he fucked them. At this point Nathan laughed, gave me an evil smile, and said the doctor was just like him, a living biohazard, as were most of his patients as the waiting room was nothing but a pick up spot for raw fuckers who just swapped back and forth all the dirty seed they had. I did not have health insurance right then, so was going to a local clinic. Every visit seemed to be nothing but a lecture on safe sex, and god forbid if I asked to be tested to an STD. One time a staffer asked me if I had been fucked with a rubber, I said no and it was like I had killed a baby seal. So, I kept thinking about that doctor my friend told me about and told myself I was interested because he sounded cool, non-judgemental, and provided good care. But I was kidding myself, I had jerked off enough times fantasizing about him to know it was really because he was dangerous and I wanted to see if the rumors were true. A few months later I got a new job and 30 days after that my health insurance kicked in. I decided it was time to leave the clinic and find a primary care physician. I ended up going to a doctor who was considered ‘the best in town on HIV’, he had been on national TV, was handsome and part of a power-gay couple, well known in the community, and all that. But going to his office was like going to the prom. It was full of the young and ‘pretty A-list’ crowd, his staff was condescending and rude, there was a snack and soft drink bar, the office was decorated with fine art, and the doctor always seemed like he had more important things to be doing then being with a patient - me. I said fuck it, time to check out the nasty doctor, so I called Dr. Mike’s office and made an appointment for a late afternoon at the end of week. I must have jerked off three times the day before I saw him fantasizing about all the things Nathan had said. The doctor’s office was in the Northeast part of town in and older brick building. When I got to the office it was a total different scene than the other doctor’s. The office looked old, a bit worn down, and the crowd here looked older – and sick. There were a couple guys in the waiting room who looked gaunt and wasted and near death’s door. Almost all the rest looked like they had HIV or just looked like rough trade from the streets. I almost walked out, telling myself I am not one of them, but on the other hand, my friend said the guys who came here loved to fuck raw, so I was in. The staff at the desk, a middle-aged lady and an older guy, were very nice and polite, and as soon as I sat down a couple of the guys nodded at me, said hi, and made small talk. After filling out all the paperwork, I kept talking to a couple of the guys in the waiting room, and figured my friend was right. These were all guys willing to bareback in an instant and could tell a few seemed pretty well hung – woof! After about 10 minutes the older guy called me up to the desk and handed me a small cup and small brown bag, they needed a urine sample and he directed me the to restrooms just outside the door, down the hall to the left. I entered the door marked RESTROOMS and there was a small hallway with a men’s room on the right, ladies room on the left and a door marked JANITOR at the end. I opened the men’s room, stepped around the corner, and saw that one of the sicker looking guys was standing at one of the stalls. He was tall, thick, long, brownish hair, and had a scar on his right cheek. While I tried not stare at him, I could not help but stare at his dick as he stepped slightly back from the urinal. The thing was long, sort of skinny, with a nice head on it, and curved a bit to the left. He was stroking it hard, looked at me and said, “Do you want to suck me?” I was sort of disgusted and turned on at the same time, and asked him what if someone came in? “You can hear the outer door open so we got time to straighten up before someone comes in. Don’t worry, I’ll listen out,” he said as he kept stroking. I set the urine cup down by the sink, got down on my knees, totally forgetting I came in to piss, and started sucking his dick. His dick was already really slick from precum and spit and tasted pretty funky. I think he smoked as his spit was strong, but I sucked him hard and put my hands on his hips to steady myself. He was really thin and his hips were pretty bony and I paused a moment, realizing he must be full blown, but he had such a nice dick, I just pushed it further down my throat. After a couple minutes the guy started gripping my shoulders tighter and said “Swallow for me, swallow it all.” He then started shooting and I could barely swallow fast enough. The dude might have been sick but fuck he shot a huge load and his cum tasted rank and was real thick and heavy like he had not shot in days. He started humming a little as I kept sucking him until I had every drop. He stepped back, said, “Thanks, boy I needed that,” then left the bathroom. As I savored the taste of his poz load, I realized I had never sucked someone where the bug had totally taken over – is that why his load tasted so rank? Just thinking about it made me even a little harder and I remembered why I was in there and got up and grabbed the urine cup, went into a stall and had a wait a minute for my dick to come down a little in order to fill the cup. I washed my face off to make sure I had no cum drippings on my chin, but did not rinse out my mouth as I wanted to keep tasting his poz load as long as I could. I walked back into the doctor’s office and took the small brown bag with my urine sample up to the desk. The guy looked at me and said, “Did you find it all right?” I blushed a little, said yeah thanks, and turned to find a seat. I did not see the guy I just sucked off, but a couple of the others guys sort of smirked at me, so bet they knew and I blushed even more and sat back down. It was about 30 minutes later and I was the only patient left waiting. The older guy at the desk called me back up, then escorted me through a side door, down a hall that had several rooms with doors closed and set me in one of the exam rooms. He took my temperature, my blood pressure, weighed me, then said the doctor would be with me in a few minutes and left and closed the door. I started thinking about the guy I sucked off in the bathroom and started to get hard again and was adjusting myself when the door opened and the doctor walked in. Dr Mike was in his mid 40s I guess, about 5”11, 180, and fairly clean cut looking. He shook my hand (what a grip!), introduced himself, sat on one of those little metal rolling stools, rolled right up in front of me, then asked, “Apologies for making you wait, today was a little hectic with some last minute patients. So guy, what brings you in to see me?” Well I couldn’t tell him it was because my friend said he was a biohazard freak, so I went with the vanilla version of recently got insurance, tested poz last year, have been exploring treatment options, had seen this other doctor and was not comfortable there and a friend recommended him to me. “Who’s your friend?” Dr Mike asked. When I told him Nathan with the nose ring, he smiled and said “Oh yeah, Nathan has been a GOOD patient for a few years now,” as he sort of looked me up and down. “I know some of my colleagues have very strict opinions about certain things, but in my practice I am open to various forms of treatment and will always be honest with my patients. I also ask that you always be honest with me – help me to help you – feel free to ask me any question you want no matter how embarrassing it may seem, and I will take care of you.” Dr Mike asked me to undress down to my shorts and did a quick once over, listened to my heart, looked in my ears, asked me to open my mouth and say aaahhhh. “Now let’s chat a little about your heath and history, he said” Dr Mike asked me a series of questions and in that short few minutes had spent more time on me then the other doctor had in several visits and seemed to care about me as a patient. I was normally shy about that sort of stuff but answered all of his questions as honestly as I could. “Sorry, can you repeat the question please?” I asked, I must not have heard him right. “Do you top or bottom when you have anal intercourse?” Dr Mike asked again. “Bottom,” I said, and Dr. Mike smiled. “And when you have intercourse how often do you use protection, 100%, 50%, 25% of the time or never? And remember, I know your friend,” he said. “Humm, I…ah…well, I guess with my friend never, but with other people I don’t know, it varies I guess, but just mostly not when I am with him.” “So he cums inside you?” Dr Mike asked, and I swear he adjusted his crotch or was I imagining that. “Yeah, he cums in me,” I said as I looked down at the floor. Dr Mike responded, “Now there is nothing to be embarrassed about at all, remember what I said, and good for being honest with me. You know he is HIV positive right? He told you? Were you already positive?” I said, “Yes, but he told me after we fucked, we had been drinking.” Dr Mike smiled and asked, “Did you want him to wear a condom?” I told him, “I don’t know, no, I guess, not really, I just wanted to feel him inside me.” Dr Mike smiled again, made some more notes and kept going. “OK, so now, when was your last sexual activity?” he asked. OH SHIT, “Umm, I uh, Umm, I guess Nathan fucked me two nights ago,” I said. Dr Mike just looked at me with a stern glare, rolled his chair as close as he could, put his hands on my legs, and said again, “When was your last sexual activity?” I looked at the floor again, then him, his smile was gone, so I said, “Well, I sort of sucked a guy off in the bathroom down the hall earlier while I was waiting.” Dr Mike smiled wide and said, “Yeah that was Hank. Tall guy with the scar? I saw him right after that and he told me, like I said my patients are honest with me, just like you are being now and that’s the best for everyone. I also could also smell his cum on your breath when I checked your mouth.” Oh fuck, I was really embarrassed now, damn – but Dr. Mike just patted my leg, smiled, pushed his chair back, “Ok, now get up on the table here for me and take your shorts off.” I was too embarrassed to be turned on at this point or think about what Nathan said, so got naked and got up on the table. The room was pretty warm so my ass immediately made sticking noises on the vinyl as I got myself situated. Dr Mike rolled a small table to the side of the exam table and started to gently touch me all over my body. Usually doctors put on rubber gloves, which made me feel like even more of a pariah once I tested, but Dr Mike did not, he just slowly prodded and rubbed up and down my body. “Some people with HIV develop lumps in their lymph system, so I am checking to see how healthy you are. Looks good so far. Have you ever had any STDs? Syphilis, gonorrhea, herpes? No? Hmmm…,” Dr Mike then stepped to the counter, made a few notes and came back to me. Dr. Mike then started feeling around my crotch area, under my balls, carefully weighing each one in his hand, and then squeezed first one, the other, than both slightly. I moaned a little, he looked at me, smiled, then lifted my dick. “I see you are uncut,” as he rolled the skin back and forth several times and examined my dick. Dr Mike then said, “Please rollover,” which I did as he began running his hands and fingers up and down my back side and legs. When he got to my ass he spread my cheeks apart, ran his fingers up and down my crack, tickled the edge of my hole a little and I moaned loud that time. He seemed to pause, finished checking me, then said, “OK, now I need to check your prostate, so please get up, and bend over the end of the exam table.” As I did he sat back on his rolling stool and scooted the little table with him so that he was behind me. I bent over the edge of the table and Dr Mike said, “Now lay as flat as you can on the table, that’s it, I’m just going to use my finger and make sure everything is ok.” I soon felt his finger pushing at my hole and slide in. He was not wearing gloves, so the heat from his finger, skin on skin, made me moan again before I realized it, but damn it felt good. Dr. Mike worked his finger around inside my ass and as he did my dick started to grow. I couldn’t stop it and reached down to try to hide it. “NO, that’s OK, that’s normal for any patient, but especially one who enjoys being a bottom with anal intercourse,” Dr Mike said as he then pulled his finger out of my ass and said, OK, now hop back up on the table for me”. DAMN! I was so horny and slowly stood back up. Dr Mike scooted his chair back around in front of me and his face was almost level with my still hard dick. I tried to hide it a little by crossing my arms as he said, “I think you are in great health, and we will know more once I get all of your blood work back. While many of my colleagues suggest starting a treatment regimen right away, I do not believe that is necessary if you are still healthy and even then, like I said, there are various treatment programs.” My dick was still hard and ass was twitching, so I was having a hard time focusing but told him I understood. “Do you have any questions?” Dr Mike asked. “I have heard you can get reinfected from having sex without a condom, is that right?” I asked. “No,” Dr Mike said as he smiled, “You cannot get HIV squared so to speak. However, there is HIV-1 and HIV-2. HIV-1 is the most common and HIV-2 is rare and mostly found in West Africa. Some research shows you can pick up new strains, strains that are more intense, more virulent, more resistant, and your body may accept them or not, but if it does, it may develop its own new strain even more powerful than what you were given.” As he said that his eyes got very intense and he adjusted himself again. “I have looked at the labs from your previous bloodwork and you have a very common and what I would consider a mild strain.” Dr Mike then looked at my dick, up at me, and said, “I have one more test I want to conduct before you leave if that is OK. Is that OK?” I said, “Yes, I am happy to do whatever you want” Those must have been the magic words. “OK, now lay on your back again, here let me lower the table just a little, now scoot down all the way to the end but keep your feet on the table,” Dr Mike said as he stood up and went to the end. As I scooted down he lubed up a couple fingers this time then said, “Now lay back, spread your legs, I want to test your prostate again.” I was not sure what was going on, but did as Dr Mike asked and soon had two of his fingers wriggling around in my ass. My dick was streaming precum onto my stomach and I had all I could do not to start jerking off. I did start to moan, not realizing I was when I looked up and saw Dr Mike had a huge smile on his face now and when our eyes met he started fingering my ass faster and harder. Dr Mike then spread my legs apart more, leaned forwarded, and with his fingers still jamming my ass, he took his other hand, pulled my dick back towards him and started sucking me. OH CHRIST! That felt so good and my dick started swelling even more as his mouth work up and down my shaft as his fingers fucked my hole. I started to tremble and shake and moan and the cum started burning down my shaft as I shot into Dr Mike’s mouth. As I shot, he fingered me harder and harder until the last drop was out and my body ached from how hard I cummed. I always shot hard and far, and that one was an intense orgasm. I lay on the exam table panting, as Dr Mike stepped around, bent over my face and kissed me. As Dr Mike’s mouth covered mine and I opened up he spit some of my own cum back into my mouth! I had never had that happen before but swallowed and started swishing my tongue around his mouth looking for more. Dr Mike pulled away, wiped his mouth, his hands, then sat back down on his stool. “Go ahead and get dressed.” Once I was dressed Dr Mike stood up, got real close to me and said, “I hope you enjoyed that. Now what just happened here is between us, alright? You can tell Nathan, but no one else understand? Good.” As he kept talking Dr Mike grabbed my hand and guided it down to his dick. His dick ran down his right pant leg and was huge – oh my fucking god he was big – and HARD!! He continued, “Now, you caught me at the end of the day and I have already shot a couple loads today into a few holes that needed to be rejuiced, but want you to know you got me hard, and I do want to fuck you, do you want me to fuck you?” I just shook my head. “My cum is more toxic than you can imagine,” he said in almost a whisper as he leaned in even closer, “and I am going to give it to you. Don’t get me wrong, I breed every ass I can with my toxic cum, but I especially like boys like you who have mild strains of HIV and I can’t wait to unload in your ass. I will take care of you, so who better to fuck you raw than your doctor? I also have some other ‘treatment programs’ for you, but you did the first one already.” “What was that?” I asked. “You sucked off Hank, that big dick of his has some raw herpes sores on it,” Dr Mike said, “That’s why he likes getting sucked off in that bathroom because the light is not good and guys don’t see. But I know, I know, and now we got you marked with his herpes dick and cum, so I will take care of you and have made a note in my charts.” “I am not going to jerk off all weekend, so I think you need to come see me Monday morning and we can discuss the next step in your treatment plan,” Dr Mike said. “But isn’t your office closed on Mondays?” I asked. “Yes, but I will be here – for you,” Dr Mike said, “And Monday will be the next step in your treatment program.” As I left Dr Mike’s office that day, his words kept ringing in my ears, “My cum is more toxic than you can imagine,” and I could not wait to let him take care of me. Stay tuned for Dr Mike – Part 2 – My First Treatment Dr Mike – Part 2 – My First Treatment

So where the guys in Cardiff for breeding fun?

Yes - very hot looking forward to where this is going…. Although as this is in the gift giving section and not just regular bb section we kind of know…. Looking forward to seeing how you get there

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I will do arse to mouth if it is my arse and my mouth 😈. I take the time and effort to be cleaned out for my tops so I’m confident in doing it… it is definitely “ psychological “ in that it is the complete experience for me enjoying a cock that has just beds in the deepest part of my body that I have offered up to a Top to use😈

Cleaning off your Top's Cock is just good manners. Especially in those situations where you don't want to send a bloke home with wet bussy juice stained underwear for his wife to find.

Getting older means less sex. Doesn't mean my sex drive is lower. Still horny all the time. I get enough to keep my hole happy but it could be more if it was up to me.

My pighole

Guys who can actually cum, no jerking off, while you blow them are rare as hell. These videos are just impossible to find, always some guys jerking off into a guy's opened mouth. Can't remember last time I saw a clear pulsating dick (i.e., cumming) in a guy's mouth When I cum n a guy's mouth, I put my hand on his throat just to physically feel the swallowing

yeah .... riiiiight ...... What's more probable is, he's doing the same, and it's you that hasn't noticed. However, if your other half really is that thick, please mention that I happen to own a bridge over to Brooklyn, and I'll gladly sell it to him. I'll even give you nice cut too; currency on the barrel head only, of course.

At a hook up I didn't get a hard on - had a stressful week before and had some personal issues distracting me. I honestly hoped to get off and honestly offered a fuck... The guy was pissed and reproached me for not getting hard and started a real drama out of it. I offered him three options: - maybe I don't get hard because he's not the cupcake I thought to be? - if he needs an all-time ready-steady hard dick, it's a dildo what he needs, and not a human being that isn't ready like a tool with loaded batteries at any time... - to piss off I'm aware that a date expects a hard dick when one is out to get fucked, and that I, as a top, am the one to deliver and I provoke hope for that when I accept a hook up, but hello...! We're humans, no machines or apps... I had countless of guys without a stone hard rod for various reasons that no one's to blame for.

Part 38: Peter Puts a Ring on It (Will's Perspective) “What the fuck!” I moaned, grabbing Dom’s wrist to stop him. “Too much?” he asked. I was straddling Dom, his engorged cock in my ass, pressing into my prostate, as he slid a sounding rod into my urethra. For weeks he had been trying to convince me to try sounding, something which looked hot in porn but had petrified me in real life. Dom had found me jerking off to porn several times in which a man was strapped down on a table, unable to move, as another man slid the rod deep into the penis, causing the man to scream out in pleasure. Or, at least, that’s what I believed… “You’ve come this far,” he had told me days ago when he had shown me the tools he had borrowed from a friend. “Why not go a bit further?” Sure, I had allowed a poz man to fuck me and infect my body. Sure, we dabbled with watersports and I had grown in my appreciation for tasting his morning golden showers, though not as much as Pastor Kline who drank it all down. Yes, I had fucked my brother and my new doctor, helped two men in my church cheat on their wives, helped one of them fuck his student while the other fucked his son, and, all the while, I managed to keep it all a secret. But the idea of shoving a piece of metal into my cock made my skin crawl now that I was given the chance to try it. Still, he had convinced me. “It fucking burns,” I told him, feeling my cock pushing the rod out even as Dom’s hand tried to push it deeper in. “It’s going to burn,” he said. “Then you shove it in your own dick,” I told him, knocking his hand away and pulling the rod out of my cock. “Fuck. How does anyone find this enjoyable?” Dom took the metal rod and licked it where it had, only moments ago, been deep inside my urethra. “It looked hot.” “Then get either Peter or Pastor Kline addicted to it, because I don’t think I’ll ever be doing that again.” “How about a catheter?” “Only if I’m eighty.” Dom ran his hands over my body, squeezing my nipples as I rode his cock, impaling myself on his huge member. “Fuck, I’ve missed fucking you,” he said. “You fucked me last night,” I reminded him. “You were fucking Peter while I fucked you from behind,” Dom corrected. “I mean just the two of us.” “Without metal shoved up my cock,” I countered, my breath momentarily fucked out of my body as Dom slammed his dick against my prostate. “Peter’s getting his tattoo tomorrow,” Dom said, his breathing strained as I caused the bed to slam against the wall. “And he’s got another little surprise.” “What surprise?” I asked, pumping my cock with one hand while I reached back and grabbed Dom’s balls, squeezing them tight. “I’m not allowed to say,” he told me. “He wants you, Dr. Wade, and Pastor Kline to be there. That’s all I’m allowed to say.” “I’ll shove that rod back in my dick if you’ll tell me,” I teased, squeezing his balls even tighter. Dom growled, his own grip on my nipples tightening, causing a gasp from me. “I’ll get that rod back in your cock someday,” he said, smiling. “Just you wait and see.” __ I’d come in early with Dom to the tattoo parlor, wanting to make sure I was there for when Peter got his biohazard tattoo. I didn’t know where he was getting it or what the extra surprise was, but I wanted to be there for the whole journey. It had turned into a guessing game amongst us all, wondering where the tattoo would go and what Peter had waiting for us. Each of us took turns either fucking Peter or getting fucked by him, hoping, during the moment of orgasm, we’d be able to extract the secret along with his fountain of toxic jizz. “We’re still early,” Dom said, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me into his body, kissing my neck and sending chills down my spine. “Do you want another tattoo while we wait?” “Any suggestions?” I asked. “We can start in on your own tally marks,” he said, running his palm along my arm. “No,” I told him, grabbing his arm and running my fingers along the marks showing every man he had managed to poz. “Any man I poz isn’t just mine,” I said. “I wouldn’t be here without you. My gift is from you. If anyone deserves those marks, it’s you.” Dom and I stared at his arm, admiring the tattoos which adorned his body. “But I don’t want any tally mark after yours,” he said, pressing his thumb against his fiftieth mark. My mark. “You’re my final conquest, so to speak.” “Why?” I asked, turning to face him, staring into the eyes that had once haunted me, which had, and still did, frighten me when I saw his animalistic desire start to surface. He was the most gorgeous man I had ever met, and all I wanted to do was stare at the face of the man who had changed me. “Is it because you managed to take an innocent, straight pastor and turn him into a deviant, gay, poz fucker?” “No,” he said, smiling down at me. “It’s because every one of these men was someone to fuck and leave behind. They were all men who I wanted for their holes, to fuck up their lives, and to move on from. That’s who they all were.” “Even Dr. Wade?” “Every poz man needs a good doctor,” he laughed. “With you, when I met you, I saw a man living a lie. I knew there was a darkness hiding in you, and that’s all I wanted to find. I wanted to fuck you, to poz you, and then watch as I turned a good, religious man into a perverted fucker.” “Which you did,” I said, moving my hand down to his crotch, feeling his cock slithering down his pants leg. “You’re more than that,” he said. “I’ve never met a man I didn’t want to leave behind. There were so many times I tried to convince myself to walk away, to step back and let you be nothing more than a tally mark on my arm, but I couldn’t do it. I don’t want to do it.” I stared at him, looking beyond the tough exterior and the man I knew to be a toxic fucker, and I found myself staring into the eyes of someone who truly meant what he was saying. He wasn’t saying this to get me off or himself. This wasn’t a cheesy line from porn. He was telling the truth. My hand fell from his crotch and rested on his leg. “I love you,” he said, his voice low, quiet. I found myself drawn to him, pulled into his body, needing to be closer to him than ever before. I moved up and kissed him, trying to tangle us together so tightly that no one could separate us. “Am I interrupting?” Dom and I broke our kiss, finding Peter standing a few feet away. “Sorry,” I said, taking a step back, giving Dom and me the space to collect ourselves. “I’m good for a show before the main event,” Peter said, already stripping his shirt off. “Anything with you two is ideal for me.” “While I’m sure Will and I would love to entertain you,” Dom said, winking at me, “We better get your tattoo started so we’re ready for when everyone else shows up.” “Where are you getting your tattoo?” I asked, following them back to the space Dom had set aside for special clients. “Well, I’ve gone back and forth on that,” Peter said, now down to only his underwear. “Not wanting my wife to see it limited my choices, but now, I could have it tattooed on my face if I fucking wanted.” “Don’t,” Dom and I both said. “Not to worry,” Peter said, taking off his underwear which he flung at my face, managing to get the pouch right over my nose. His underwear was always covered in cum stains. “I want any man who I fuck or who fucks me to know the type of man I truly am. So, taking inspiration,” he motioned to Dom,” I want my tattoo right above my cock.” “Good choice,” Dom said, opening draws and pulling out a can of shaving cream and a razor. “Shave off your pubes, and we’ll get started.” “I’ve never been more excited to shave in my entire life,” Peter said, taking the can and razor and running off to the bathroom. I watched as Dom started getting things ready, admiring his hands, remembering how he had just held me moments ago, how his hands had touched every inch of my body, how his hands had tattooed my own biohazard symbol on my chest months before, how his hands had guided me the first time I had ever been intimate with another person, and how his hand had reached out to shake my own the day we had met. “I love you, too,” I said. Dom stopped, looked back at me, and smiled. I kept close to Dom’s side throughout Peter’s ceremony of being marked a poz man. The tattoo looked great on his pelvis, drawing the eye down to his gifted cock. I held Peter’s hand as he tried not to scream the closer the tattoo gun got to his dick. After several hours, the tattoo was done and bandaged. “I have no fucking idea how you’ve managed to get so many,” Peter said to Dom, still on the table naked, his sweaty body recovering. “I wouldn’t want to get any more tally marks if I were you.” “Don’t worry,” Dom said, looking at me. “I won’t be.” “Has the show started?” Dr. Wade called, entering back with Pastor Kline, Lewis, and Jay behind him. “You’re just in time,” Peter said. “I didn’t know you were coming,” I told Jay, hugging him. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he said. “I was there when this guy got the idea of leaving his wife fucked into him.” “And what a fuck it was,” Peter said. “How are you, Lewis?” “I’m good,” Lewis said. “Anyone start questioning you about me, yet?” Lewis nodded. “No one knows, but I’m going crazy not being able to get fucked right now.” “The safer the better,” I reminded him. “You’ve gone this long without a cock in you. Imagine what it was like for me.” “We fixed that issue real quick,” Dom said to Lewis. “I’ll get my cock inside your tight hole real soon. Don’t worry.” “Calm your raging boner down,” I told Dom. “Lewis, if you convert and your parents find out, your dad will kill all of us.” “Or want to become like us,” Peter said. “Fuck, your dad is hot.” “Not everyone’s dad is like Pastor Kline. Not everyone secretly wants to get fucked by a poz man,” I told him, noticing a strange look pass over Pastor Kline’s face. “While I’m always happy to meet with a group of sexy men,” Dr. Wade said, eyeing up Lewis, “May I ask why we’re all here? It’s not to witness you leaving with your new tattoo, right?” “It’s not that,” Peter said, smiling. “All of you have been a part of my journey into becoming the man I am today, and I wanted you to be here for what I consider the turning point of my life.” “Your turning point wasn’t you leaving your wife?” Jay asked. “That was the start,” Peter said. “Or when we seduced you in Will’s office?” Pastor Kline added. “Or when we fucked at the school?” Lewis finished. “With this tattoo,” Peter emphasized, “I’m permanently marking myself as the man I’ve always wanted to be. But, I didn’t just want to get a tattoo. I wanted to do something more than that, something… twisted, I guess.” “Twisted how?” “Because I’m no longer shackled to my soon-to-be-ex-wife, I wanted to do something different with my wedding ring.” “Different how?” Dom and Peter exchanged a nod, Dom opening a drawer and pulling out a box which he handed to Peter. “I tried to think of the worst thing I could do to my wedding ring,” Peter said. “What could I do to represent myself fucking it as I start my new life. That’s when it hit me.” Peter opened the box, revealing a thin, golden ring inside. “Is that…” “It’s a Prince Albert ring,” Dom said, putting on a new pair of sterile gloves. “Custom made.” “It’s a ring made from my wedding ring,” Peter told us, a giant grin on his face. “That way, whenever I fuck a man’s ass, I’m fucking my wedding ring at the same time.” “It’s like you’re marrying your dick,” Jay said, admiring the ring. “So, what? Is this like a wedding of some type?” I asked. “Are we watching you get your dick pierced like we’re watching you marry your dick?” “You’re watching me become the man I’ve always wanted to be,” Peter said, watching as Dom started prepping him for the piercing. “The Peter Flanagan everyone knew before that day I fucked a student is dead. I’m a new man. I’m finally free. Alright, Dom, I’m ready. Pierce my cock with my wedding ring!” _____________________________________________________________________________ I'm a sucker for doing fucked-up shit to wedding rings, and I've never seen this done before. I hope it's an idea that scratches that perverted itch you didn't know was in your mind.

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Part 8 It had been a week since the poz party. Mr. Lewis was starting to get a little concerned. He had gotten caught up in the excitement of the sex and lost track of his grandson. Since then he had been asking around his usual hook ups if anyone has seen him. No luck though. He figured that the boy would turn up at some point but he was wondering what he was up to. Or what someone was doing with him. He had missed being able to sleep using Kenny’s ass as a place to lodge his cock at night. He always had the most erotic dreams when he was balls deep in his grandsons raw ass. Some explosive erotic dreams. But the boy was still family so he needed to make more efforts to find him. He decided he would ask around a little more. He slipped on his sweats and tank top and went out in the hall. He figured maybe George heard of some thing. He headed down to his place and knocked on it. No answer. ‘I guess he isn’t there’. He wandered through the apartment building knocking on some doors asking some of his tricks and conquests. He knocked on one door, it belonged to a family man that he had pozzed a couple years ago. The guy answered. He was shocked to see Mr. Lewis there. “Oh my God, Um, what are you doing here Mr. Lewis?“ “Hey there, Dennis was it?“ “Daniel.“ “Daniel! That’s right! So Daniel I was wondering if you had seen my grandson around these parts? He has been staying with me for a while and he seems to be gallivanting off somewhere or getting into trouble.“ Daniel was looking back into his apartment and back at Mr. Lewis nervously. “No I haven’t seen him. I don’t think I’ve ever met him. I haven’t even seen you since…” Mr. Lewis pulled his cock out in front of him and swung it around. It was hard and leaking pre. “Since I bred your ass raw with your wife out of the house. he he he. Fun times.” Daniel panicked a bit and grabbed Mr. Lewis’s cock and stuffed it back into his pants. A trail of pre left on his palm. “Put that thing away. My kid is here!” He whispered angry. “Dad? Who is it?“ Daniel looked back at the teen boy in his apartment. He hadn’t seen anything but was curious to know who was at the door. “Just a neighbor Jackson. Go do your homework.” Jackson returned to his room like his dad requested. “Oh? That your son? Cute kid, how old is he?“ “He’s 17. And he doesn’t know about me playing around with other men. So I would appreciate it if you didn’t just show up here.“ Daniel was still looking towards his sons room, his back towards Mr. Lewis. In one foul swoop Mr. Lewis grabbed Daniels pants and ripped them down and swung his hips forward and forcefully jammed his cock into Daniels ass. Daniel put his hands on his mouth to stop himself from yelling. Mr. Lewis put his hands in Daniels shirt and started playing with his nipples as he started fucking him standing up in the doorway. “I understand. Obviously I’ll have to ask around elsewhere. How is your viral status? I am sure you are taking meds to stay undetectable like a good family man you are.“ Daniel‘s hands were still covering his mouth, he was in shock over what was happening. He was trying his best not to make any sounds to alert his son. “Well I can’t stay long, I’m gonna have to make this quick. I’d advise you to stop taking meds. You’ll be happier when you realize you have the power to infect other unsuspecting bottoms. And to motivate you I will recharge you with my toxic load.” The intensity of the nipple play increased and Mr. Lewis’s thrusts quickened. Daniel still couldn’t move over the intrusion in his ass. “Here it’s comes…. Oof! Uggh!” Mr. Lewis slammed forward and planted himself deep in Daniel. His cock throbbed and twitched. His balls pulsing. He shot a pretty decent sized load up inside of Daniel. Once he was satisfied he let go of Daniels nipples and pulled out his cock. As his cock head popped out of his ring a small squirt of cum shot out of Daniels ass and onto the floor. Mr. Lewis got ready to leave and Daniel was just about to close the door. But last second Mr. Lewis stopped him. “Oh yeah. When your boy does turn 18. Send him up to my place. I have a dryer on the fritz that I think he could help me fix.” Mr. Lewis licked his lips and patted his cock at Daniel. Daniel look back at him with a look of horror for just a moment then re-composed himself. He said nothing and just gently closed the door. ’Oh yeah, that boy is next for sure.’ Mr. Lewis thought to him self. He was already concocting the scenario that would lead little Jackson into his spiderweb. But he couldn’t think too much. He was still on mission to find his own kin. Mr. Lewis wandered down the hall more and walked past old Mr. Harmon‘s door. Well sure Harmon sampled his grandson‘s ass but would he have known anything? Mr. Harmon was one of those unsuspecting types. On the surface he seems like a sweet old man living alone. But Mr. Lewis knew the the darker side of him. He wasn’t alone because he was older and other guys weren’t interested. It’s the city, there’s plenty of people who are into all types, even older daddies. No, Harmon was usually alone because he couldn’t make a boyfriend last due to his extreme desires. Many of which were too much for even Mr. Lewis. Regardless he decided to ask Harmon anyway. But before he could knock on the door, it opened. George stepped out. That was interesting, George wasn’t usually into older men. But the two share many of the same kinks so he probably settled for what was available in order to skratch his perverted itch. “Hello there George old pal. Spending time with Harmon are you?” George had a satisfied look on his face. He was rubbing his belly and licking his fingers. “Yeah. I’ve been having some fun in there. Been coming here every day for the past few days now.“ “I didn’t think he was your type. But then again you have very low standards anyway.“ “Well I’ve been able to do quite a lot in here. Absolutely nothing is off-limits in his place. And I mean nothing. I think even you would be a little disgusted at everything that goes on in there.“ “Well then, I’m glad the two of you can get your rocks off. Say George. You haven’t happened to see Kenny around have you? I know I’ve asked you before but I might as well ask again.“ “Nah, haven’t seen him. The only thing in there is Harmon and his ‘toys’. His very fun toys.” George gently tapped his ass to punctuate his last sentence. “I see, well Harmon‘s new toy isn’t gonna last if the both of you are going all out on him.“ “This one will. I think Harmon is actually in love or some shit. It’s crazy how obsessed with it he is.“ “That’s lovely. I hope he can manage to keep this one and not let him getaway.“ “He won’t.” With that George hobbled back to his place waving goodbye to Mr. Lewis. Mr. Lewis knocked on the door and a moment later Harmon came out. He was wearing a leather harness and his cock was at full mast, dripping pre. “Hello there Harmon old boy. I hear you have a new toy you have been breaking in quite thoroughly.” Mr. Lewis put a finger to Harmons cock tip and wiped up the pre then licked it. “Oh yes Mr. Lewis. I’m just finished blowing my fifth load today. Among other things. This one sure is fun. Albeit not the most willing.“ “Of course, of course. I know how you get with your depravity. Hopefully you’re ruining his ass propper.” “‘It’. I don’t call it ‘he’. It’s an object. Just a toy, and I’ve gotten quite fond of it.” “Well I’m sure ‘it’ will eventually come around and appreciate you and all of your messed up desires. Just keep going at it with no mercy, you hear? Anyway, you remember my grandson Kenny? You fucked his ass a little at the party last week. I was wondering if you had seen him around.“ “Hmm, Kenny? No, there’s no Kenny around here. Just me and my fuck toy.” “One of these days I would like to meet it. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind me taking it for a spin.“ “Eventually. I still need to break it down psychologically. It’s a very stubborn toy. A lot of discipline is needed between play sessions. But I haven’t given it a moments rest. George has been a big help with that. He’s been here almost every day. It ain’t easy for an old man like me to break in new slave toys.“ “All right then Harmon I will leave you to it. I still got to find Kenny.“ “What would you do if you didn’t find him?“ “That would be unfortunate, but if what I had been doing scared him off then I would just make up some story to his dad about him running away or some thing. It would be a recoverable situation. But I will keep up the search for now. You get back in there and you go to town on that toy of yours. I’ll be sure to send George down your way for assistance.“ “Thank you Mr. Lewis that’s mighty kind of you.” As Mr. Lewis wandered the halls looking for Kenny, his thoughts went back to Daniels son. Then an idea came over him. ‘You know what? I think Jackson needs a tutor for his schoolwork…’ End.

I voted for the third option. Sometimes I am totally annoyed with other guys even the fucker if playing with my cock. Sometimes, especially if the third guy touches me sensitively I enjoy it. I love to be in the middle, to shove my cock deep in a hole or mouth of another guy while I am being fucked.

I would several friends if I got the chance. I did a friend that went to HS and college with. Her father didn't really pay no attention to me at first, he wasn't the best dude. My friend was one of the first people I came out to in HS. She was awesome. so was her mother. I guess her mom to her father i was gay. After that he started more and more paying attention and being nicer to me. It wasn't until college something happened, we went on vacation together with her fam. and i stayed at her house most of the break. I had at this time fully know there was something between us. I always thought he was good looking but I was getting a thing for daddy/older men types. It was late as fuck one night, and we were in the basement I think we both made a move and I ended up sucking him off. He was a good shit talker, and ended up nutting in my mouth. Of course it got awkward after that. Not with me but he got str8 guy sober, and said that was a mistake and went to bed 🤣😂. He pretty much kept his distance and ignored me again until I left lol. Of course months later he would start texting again and most of the time ignored it. Time passed we actually stayed in touched. We finally ended up fucking the week of graduation. He came into town early and had a hotel room and we met up, he wanted to apologize for how he treated me after i topped him off🙄. We ended up fucking twice that night, he "forgot" to put on a rubber the first time, but made sure to pull out lol. I told him I wanted him to nut in me the next time. He didn't get all weird and was cool. Though it was semi awkward every time I was around him for the rest of the week, especially when I went to see him for the "first time" with my friend for lunch (she didn't know he was in town before I did). Sadly years later her parents got a divorce because he was sticking his dick in everything, men, women, trans lol. We would have a failing out for over a year due to this, cuz she called me upset more so about her father having sex with men & trans, the way she approached it though I was for sure she knew and was ready to fuck me up. He never told her, but we got into it over the fact I was bothered that she mainly had a issue with her father sexuality and she was pissed I wasn't more on her side. Eventually I understood I was more upset because it was me and I 💯 understood why she was upset and eventually we made up. He contacted me to wish me well after a family member passed and I told the time to finally ask why he never snitched, and he said he didn't want to fuck her over more. Of course he mainly hit me up cause he wanted to smash again lol. Was tempted but didn't want to go there. He is still sexy as shit for his age now.

Part 4- Livestock ”What is this stuff?”, Cole wondered. The air was making him sort of loopy, like when he had nitrous at the dentist. The fluid was runny but thick, like melted ice cream. It didn’t really have a taste, but was sort of like milk. He could feel it flowing into his stomach, and his belly swelling. Just as he thought he was going to vomit, the tube was removed and he gulped air in through his mouth. The air flow stopped, and his mouth was covered with tap. ”There, I bet you feel better now that you have something in ya’”, the man said. “Now that we fed ya and bred ya, I figure it’s time we tell you a little bit about our farm. First, we’re way upstate. Our road ain’t on any map even, so you can shout as much as you want when we decide to take let you have your mouth back, cause no one will hear ya. We started this operation a few years back, we realized there are a lot kinky fuckers out there that will pay good money for boys like you, but that need a little… work first. So they pay us, we get livestock like you ready, then they come and collect ya. Don’t worry about your family, you sent them a lovely email telling them that you’re out west for a few months, right before you accidentally dropped your phone in the river.” By this point Cole was starting to panic. He had no idea where he was, where to go even if he did somehow get out, and his family had no way of locating or tracking him. ”Now here on the farm, we have two kinds of livestock: steers and pigs. This guy paid a lot of money for you, and we have a lot to get done. You’re a pig. Here’s how things are gonna go to start: you’re going to get fed six times a day. It’s my own special blend of milk, mass gainer, and some other stuff to fatten you up. Usually it’s used on actual pigs but you need the help. Oh and some poz cum mixed in, just to make sure you get used to the taste. This client wants to make sure you’re good and poz when he gets you, which is why… hey now, stop thrashing!” Cole had begun to wrench around in the sling. He hadn’t gone back on prep since the break up. A whoosh of air and he felt leather smack across his bare ass. It stung so much he was still again, tears streaming down his face. ”As I was saying, he wants you knocked up by the time he come to collect, which is why we’re gonna breed ya between feedings. Maybe even during. We’ll send him progress videos every few days and he’ll let us know if we need to make any… adjustments. But that’s it for now. We weighed you at 230 when we got you in. We’ll see where you’re at in a few days. But that’s it for now, so just lay back and relax.” Despite the depth of his voice, Cole could pick up on the cruel sarcasm in his inflection. “Oh before I go, one more thing”. Cole suddenly felt cold metal clamp down painfully on both his nipples. Suddenly they were yanked taught up in the air. Cole yelled into the mask. “Gotta get those tits nice and big, piggy. Now enjoy your meal, someone will be back in a few hours to clean you at and give you a few more loads.” No one replaced the ear flaps this time, and Cole could hear footsteps moving away. As he laid in the swing, nipples stretched upright, ass full of the plug and belly fuller from the feeding, exhaustion suddenly swept over him, and he passed out. —— Working on the next part, feedback is appreciated.

What had I done? It was late at night, and my horniness had gotten the better of me once again. I had been chatting to this guy on and off for months, getting myself exciting and then blowing a load and chickening out. He was a fit guy, bearded and slightly gaunt in the cheeks. Huge cock on him and had the filthiest talk. I should turn back, I shouldn't be doing this. I am going to regret this I know I am. But I couldn't stop myself. My hole was practically pushing me along the path itching to be filled. He had told me where to meet him. “Come to the side of the old church” his message had said “ wear some trackies but no pants”. I had done as he said. My hardon being held down by the waist band but pointing. I walked through the residential area and to the old church. It was situated in a surround of terrace homes, the church was still used, but mainly for community services. It was slightly sunken and walled by picket fencing, but you could be fairly unseen unless someone peered over the edge and in the darkness it was unlikely. I saw him waiting by the corner. He ha d a big rain jacket on and some trackies, he gave me a nod to follow him as he walked into the dark between the church and the railings. My heart picked up pace as I followed him down. He was waiting there rubbing his crotch but my eyes were drawn to his set up. There was a tarp propped up over a damp looking mattress on the ground, some plastic bags and a tattered suitcase were propped against the church wall and there was discarded food packages around. It hadn't clicked until then. All the times we chatted he seemed to move about. He was homeless. Suddenly my stomach was in knots. Was I really going to do this. He could clearly read me even in the dull light as he slide across the gap between us and wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in. His waxy rain coat opened up and I was pulled into his bare chest. He was slim but not skinny, with a nice tuft of hair on his chest. His nipples hard little bullets. I let myself be pulled in as planted a couple of kisses on my cheeks and then pushed his tongue forcefully into my mouth. Naturally submissive I relented with ease and opened my mouth to his slobbering assault. His breath wasnt nasty, it was sort of sweet, but his beard was scratching my face and his saliva was dripping down my face. His hands pushed my trackies down exposing my arse to the evening air as he grabbed each cheek and gave them a rough squeeze. “Yeah thats it you dirty fucker, youre good at following instructions arent ya” He span me around and pushed my hands up against the church wall. He dropped to his knees and pulled my cheeks apart and with the same amount of wet passion, he drove his face into my hole and began lapping and slobbering all over it. I moaned at the pleasure of his assault, but also at how nasty I was being. Getting rimmed by some random homeless man. What would people say, what if someone saw me? I yelped as something jagged was pushed into me, he was working a finger in, painfully. I leapt up onto my tiptoes to try and get away from it but he quickly stood up held me tight and worked his digit in deep. “Ssssssh ssssssh ssssh” he whispered in my ear. “Dont want to wake the neighbours do you” and he moved me round from the wall and pushed me forward, digit still inside, onto the damp mattress under the tarp. “I reckon you need a little privacy dont you precious” He swung round and sat on my back keeping me in place as he pulled off my trainers and socks. He threw my shoes out from the tarp and kept the socks close by. Then off came my trackies which he also unceremoniously discarded. He yanked me onto my back and shifted pulling his trackies down and pulling out his huge hard cock. Clearly he liked being rough because he was solid as they came and dripping precum. Despite my anxiousness, I couldnt help but lick my lips to which he laughed. “You fucking pigs are all the same, dont worry you'll get it. Now open your mouth you cunt”. I opened wide getting ready to suck when I heard him snort and then gob a huge chunk of phlegm into my mouth. I gagged but he quickly put a hand over my mouth and snarled at me to swallow. I did and quietly shuddered. “Good pig now keep that mouth wide open, dont make me get nasty”. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, not as wide this time. I felt him lean close and could feel something pooling into my mouth. He was drooling slobber into my open mouth. “Dont fucking swallow yet, keep that mouth open” he said as he paused. I laid there, eyes crushed closed, a mouth full of a homeless mans spit. Weight shifted again, the mattress wobbled but I kept my mouth open, and my eyes shut. The weight came back again but different this time. I could feel legs either side of me. The smell hit me first. Unwashed, sweaty musk. His spread hole lowered onto my open mouth. “work that tongue pig, wash me good”. He squeezed me balls for compliance causing me to jolt. Through the saliva I pushed my tongue up and connected with his hole. It was wet and loose and I could taste a hint of metal. He groaned and gyrated on my mouth, periodically squeezing my balls between his fingers as I worked my tongue up inside his hole, making it wet and clear trying not to imagine what I was tasting and what state his hole was in. It was disgusting, it tasted vile, but I couldnt help myself. I was hard and leaking too. Shifting off my face he swivelled round and faced me again. “Now swallow you sick pig”. I closed my mouth, full of wet stinking filth and swallowed, at which point he lowered his wet loose hole down onto my cock. “Oh Fu..!” I exclaimed before a hand quickly gripped my mouth tight. “Shut your fucking mouth pig, just let me milk that cock dry with my bugged up hole”. Oh fuck, what was I doing, I was being raped thats what was happening wasnt it? I didnt want this. Fuck I had just eaten this guys hole, whatever bugs he had were in my mouth, in my throat and gut. Fuck this was a nightmare. What was I doing? And why couldn't I stop myself meeting his thrusts, pushing into his sloppy meat hole. Wanting desperately to get in deeper. “Thats it pig” His whispered, “Get ready to give me that last clean load you'll ever shoot”. My eyes bulged at the confirmation and my moan muffled around his tight hand. My cock spasmed shooting load after load deep into my assailant causing him to groan as he began to piss up and over the top of me showering my face and tshirt in a final humiliation. He slowed down and came to rest sitting on top of me as my cock softened and slopped out of his hole. The shame hit me like a ton of bricks. What had I done. He rolled me over and pushed me face first into the newly piss soaked mattress. I knew what was coming. A large gob of spit splashed between my cheeks as he slide his huge dick up and down between my cheeks. “Lets make sure it sticks eh...” his head flared through my tight hole, breaking it open. I cried out in pain but his hand found my mouth again, only this time pushing his sharp nailed fingers into my mouth and down into my throat. I choked against them as he slowly humped his full length into me pushing in, pulling out, pushing in deeper, pulling out. Working every single inch of his meat deep inside me. Only when he was balls deep did he rest. I quietly sobbed as he came close to my face “stop acting like the victim, you wanted this, no one forced you” and he began to slowly pick up pace pounding my hole harder and harder, churning up my insides. “This dick is going to give you everything you deserve you sick little fucker. I'm going to get you nice and pregnant” I pushed my face into the mattress begging for it to be over. He went silent and the sloppy sounds of the fuck filled the quiet night air. Without fanfare he grunted, and thrust in as deep as he could. I could feel the throbbing. It had been done. He pulled himself out and moved to kneel my face. He smeared his dick across my cheeks and lips. I didnt want to open my mouth and he didnt look like he was going to force it. He pulled back my tshirt and wiped my hole, then wiped his dick a final time. “You can fuck off now” he growled, and I crawled out from under the tarp. I grabbed my trackies and trainers and bent to put them on but he started shouting this time “ I said fuck off you dirty little faggot, you little sick queer pig!!” he was drawing attention deliberately, so I quickly scuttled off round the corner, praying no one was looking, and then when out of his view I put on my trackies and trainers. The taste of his stink was in my nose and mouth. I quickly walked back home, hoping I wouldnt have been missed. My phone pinged and I had a message from him, My mouth fell open and I began to cry. The message read; Be ready for the next time I message you. Otherwise this will get out. And attached to his message were various stills of a video of the whole encounter. What had I done?

Okay, so one of the hottest stories But also this is the strongest emotional journey I've been on while wanking. The anxiety of having an unshakable crush and trying to resist the urges to stalk and obsess. Trying to resist asking everyone about him. Trying not to make the interest as Times Square billboard obvious as it totally is. It made me feel like an idiot teenager again and I didn't want that but couldn't look away. And then the genuinely heartfelt connections and backstory. A lot of the times I just read dirty stories for the sex parts because I'm horny and because endless exposition either makes me lose interest or touches on elements of scenes I don't connect with. This had me anxiously horny throughout

If it was the 1992 version - "The New Joy of Gay Sex", I was one of the models for that - I'm in 2 one on one panels and a couple of group panels - and you're right, the fisting panel in the book was very hoT (I worked for the artist that summer as well, so got to be at other modelling sessions beside my own). This was the most recogizable one of me - the bathroom stall where the photo the artwork is based on was at The Crown and Anchor in P'Town and was shot during the slower afternoon - the owner and the bartender watching and jerking... I was 29 and appear as the bottom in the panel and truly the Daddy gave me a nice fuck as we did, but despite appearances, I was top/vers and he was bottom/vers in "real life", so to the delight and a bit of consternation of the onlookers, when the camera shoot was done we switched places and I banged him for all I was worth... leading to him taking my fist, then both fists, back at his place... and we got PAID for that! (artwork by Fowler, NJofGS, 1992)

Damn! The cum spots were just getting worse. What the fuck had I done? Here I was hiding in the men’s room at work trying to get the cum stains off my suit pants. Spit, water, nothing was helping – shit. I didn’t mean to cheat and for things to get this way, but it all just got out of control and well – shit – why wouldn’t this come out? It all started about 7 months ago. The real estate market in DC had tanked and one night at happy hour Max was telling Dana and I about all the great houses you could get dirt cheap, invest some cash, then you could flip and make a killing or have the house of your dreams. Max owned a construction company and said he was having a hard time hiring enough crews to do all the work coming his way. I had known Max for years and he was ‘my friend’ as Dana liked to remind me, well more like old fuck buddy who I still spoke too. Max had a great 9-inch dick, thick as a beer can, big bearish guy, and within 5 minutes of meeting him at the bar late one night I was in a toilet stall, bent over, getting fucked raw but what I would later learn was a POZ dick. That was the night I became a cum pig Max liked to say, and more than that, a piss pig too and a big chaser, as Max introduced me to things I had only read about in porn. Dana on the other hand was totally clean cut, white collar, and while behind closed doors he could get a little kinky, we only played safe as he was NEG and watersports was out of the question. Yet, I loved him, and he me, and when he proposed I happily said yes. Max had been very respectful of my new relationship and was a fuck-em-and-leave-em sort of guy anyways and I had buried that part of myself deep when I met Dana. We still ran into each other at happy hour now and then, and Max was always nice to Dana, and I was glad to hear his business was doing so well. After a few sales pitches from Max, and several discussions with Dana, we agreed to buy a place, fix it up, and flip it. Well I would buy the place. I made a lot more money than Dana and had some savings tucked away, but wanted to do this for us and our new life so I asked Max if he knew of some good buys. Max happily agreed to show some he thought would make good investments and so one Tuesday I took off work and rode around with Max in his big truck to several houses. The first signs of trouble to come began after we had seen a couple of run down houses. “Fuck! Damn toilet’s busted,” Max said as I turned and saw him coming out of the bathroom, dick in hand, “And I’ve got to piss like you wouldn’t believe!” I had not seen Max’s dick in over a year and immediately I got hard and started drooling. “Come on man, help me out like you used to. OK? I got to go bad!” Max pleaded. “I..I..I can’t man. You know. I’m with Dana now and…” I stammered, trying to focus on something else besides his big meat. Max sighed and said, “Look man, it’s not cheating or nothing. It’s just some piss and I wouldn’t ask unless I really needed your help here.” What he said made sense and my own hunger and need that had been buried so deep since I had been with Dana swept over me and I slowly walked over to Max, got on my knees, opened my mouth, and waited for his hot stream. Max finished, I made sure to get every drop, then he pulled out, patted my head and said, “AHHH, thanks man, just what I needed,” and walked away. Several houses later we came to what Max called, ‘the one.’ He was right, it was roomy, had a big yard for a townhouse, was semi-detached on the end of block and the next two houses were owned by some government agency and used as offices, so after 5:00 p.m., we would have no neighbors. The place also had some great architectural details and as we explored the big walk-in basement Max stopped and laughed when he showed me the old laundry room. “This,” he said with a flourish of hands, “Is quite appropriate, don’t you think?” as he winked at me and unbuckled his pants. The room was large, had an old cast iron sink on one wall, big drain in the middle of the floor, and it was perfect because the room had yellow, glazed, brick tiles on the floor and half-way up the wall. The yellow bricks were almost all intact, and the room was in great shape considering how the rest of the house was. I shook my head as I got his joke, then Max said, “Come on man, I got to go again.” I didn’t even resist and swallowed another hot stream. This time after he had finished I guess I sucked a little too much to get the last drops and Max’s dick suddenly sprang to life, and I pulled away like I was face-to-face with a spitting cobra. Max didn’t move, he just stood there, smiling, his hard dick dripping. “Come on man, you got me like this, you need to finish what you started. What’s it going to be, POZ dick and cum down your throat or up your ass?” “I’m sorry, I can’t, I didn’t mean to,” I said. Max frowned, “OK, well at least let me look at your ass while I bust one out. You know how I am. This thing will not quiet down until he shoots a load, but shit jacking off always takes me for fucking ever to shoot.” I nodded, undid my pants, stepped out of reach, turned, and bent over showing Max my ass while he talked dirty and jacked off. When he had finished, we continued the tour of the house. That first day we narrowed down the houses to two, I made arrangements to have Dana then go see them with me, and once we agreed on the house we wanted, I scheduled an appointment with Max to do a thorough inspection of the place and to come up with an estimate of the work that would be needed and costs. Max met me at the house with two of his foremen, and each of them had a Big Gulp in hand to help beat the heat. As we did the initial walk through Max and his men asked me a series of questions to get a clearer picture of what Dana and I wanted, they explained some ideas they had to best utilize the space and save the features, as well as how to upgrade all of the wiring and other systems without having to totally gut the place. When we walked into the yellow brick laundry room, Max and his foremen listened as I went on about what I was thinking, explaining how on one wall I wanted a full set of built ins for supplies etc… They all said, sure, yeah, OK, and when I turned back there they all three were standing with their dicks hanging out, waiting. “Come on man,” Max said as he waved me over. “Those fucking Big Gulps go right through you.” His two foremen were smiling, I hesitated, then the pig in me took over and I swallowed Max first. Just like last time, his dick sprang to life the minute he had finished, but I pulled off, scooted to his foreman, and drank him down, then the next. My gut was bursting full now and Max was standing there stroking, “Come on, let me see your ass,” he said. I stood up, turned around, bent over, and showed them my pink hole as they took their time jacking off. At one of the foremen’s urging I even fingered my hole a bit which seemed to send the three of them over the edge almost in unison. We continued the walk through like nothing had happened and two weeks later we had closed on the house, all the contracts for the remodel were signed, and Max and his crews were all set to get to work. It was the first full day of work on the house, so during my lunch hour I left the office and drove over. There were several of Max’s trucks in the driveway, but I didn’t see much activity going on at all, which just pissed me off. Once I got into the house I could hear voices near the back so I walked in and found several guys, some with yellow construction hats on, tank tops or wife beaters, all sitting around, drinking, eating, and smoking. One of the foremen I had met before was there so I asked, “Hey, where’s Max. I wanted to see what’s happening.” The foreman laughed, “This is what’s happening man, there was some shit with the permit or something, we’re just chilling for now. But hey, I think he left some plans and shit for you sign downstairs. Let me show you.” As soon as we got downstairs the foreman led me to the yellow brick laundry room, unbuckled his pants and pulled out his half hard dick and started stroking. “Let me see your hole again,” he said. “I haven’t shot in a few days and need to crank one out. No, come closer, let me feel your hole.” I hesitated, but backed up a little closer and with his right hand he took his middle finger and started rubbing my hole as he jacked off with his left and quickly shot a load. “Well that’s new,” Max said as I turned and saw him standing in the doorway with one of his crew. Shit! The foreman who had just jerked off pulled his pants up and left as Max walked in, closed the door, dropped his pants and said, “I’ve got a pot of coffee coursing through these veins, time to drink.” I blushed from feeling like I had been caught, kneeled, and drank Max dry and then the guy he had with him. I turned to show him my ass like before but Max laughed and said, “No way, that’s not going to work anymore. Turn around here and suck me right, suck me good like I know you can and let me watch my buddy here finger that hole. That’ll make me pop this nutt damn quick because there’s too much shit to take care of today to waste my fucking time with you teasing. You want this house done right? You do it now.” I glared at Max, he knew. He knew I couldn’t, knew I was with Dana. Knew I did not want to cheat on him. Max seemed to be able to read my mind as he laughed and said, “Its only cheating if you get caught, come on man suck me!” So I bent over and started sucking on Max’s big dick as his friend started rubbing his finger around my hole. God how good his dick tasted! Mix of sweat, precum, so unlike Dana’s dick that always tasted of a hint of soap. I started to moan in pleasure as I sucked on Max and his construction crew guy fingered my hole, pushing his finger in a little at a time until he was like a fucking roto-rooter trying to find a clogged drain. “Been a long time since you got bred big big POZ dick hasn’t it?” Max asked. I could only moan in reply as the guy fingering my ass spit on my hole and worked a second finger in. “You were always such a cum pig, that hole just made for breeding, such a shame to let it go to waste,” Max went on. I just figured this was him talking dirty like before until I felt the blunt head of the construction guy’s dick pushing against my hole. I suddenly pulled off Max and away from the guy, my heart racing a 100 miles per hour from the need and want of what I was doing battling my guilt and commitment to Dana. Max spoke in a low and determined tone, “You want this house done right? You’ll do what I say and if not – well you always hear stories of how construction delays end up costing a fortune, and it would be a terrible shame if somehow Dana saw this.” There, in full color on the damn iphone was a shot of me sucking Max’s dick and my ass getting fingered. “You know me well enough,” Max went on, “To know I don’t make idle threats and I could give a flip fuck about what you have going on at home. I just want to have some fun, and ensure some fun for my guys too. So here’s the deal. At least every couple of days, no let’s say every other day, I want you to come by here to ‘check on the work’. Every day would work too. Fuck I’ll make you an official part of my crew. Let me see, I’ll hire you as a design consultant. That will give you a valid reason to tell whoever you need to, and you can tell them that while I am not paying you in cash for your ‘services’, I am giving you a healthy discount, along with other benefits of course.” Max laughed at his own joke then finished, “So you better take that nice suit of yours off so you don’t mess it up, and this ain’t going to take long, but its time that you get your ass bred like the good cum pig you are because my POZ dick is READY!.” As what Max said all sank in, I realized my dick was straining at the thought of taking him up my ass. I didn’t say a word as I took off my dress shoes, and carefully laid my suit on the back of an old chair and finished undressing. I bent back over, took Max’s dick back in my mouth, and the construction crew guy drove two fingers up my ass, added some spit, then the first raw dick I had taken in ages started to slowly spread my ass ring as inch after inch of dick pushed into me. RAW DICK FEELS SO GOOD! I had forgotten how good it was, how much I needed it - poz or neg - and I could only moan as Max started talking dirty, urging his guy to breed me. The guy fucking me grunted and I could feel hot spurts of his load start coating my guts and could only groan some more. He and Max quickly traded places and as I sucked the guy clean, Max sighed, “OH YEAH!!! Great cummed up ass! You like that cum pig? Like taking that big raw dick? I know you do. Just keep doing what you’re doing and let me enjoy this.” Max wasted no time and within several strokes he tensed, pulled on my thighs to pull me as far back onto him as I could go, and added his big load to my ass. While his guy wanted more, Max sent him back upstairs and while I sucked Max clean he said, “I know you needed that and you liked that. Remember what I said and we’ll be good. Want another load? Some hot POZ cum? I could shoot again in no time.” I practically ran back to my car – no walk of shame for me – and luckily did not run into any of the other construction guys. I barely made it back to my office before I had to use the bathroom and let all that cum out of my ass. The stall smelled like sex, which made my dick hard, and I could not stop thinking about Max’s raw dick, so I quickly jacked off, cleaned up, and when I got back to my desk had 4 messages from Dana wanting to know where I was and one from my boss who was pissed that my lunch hour had gone late. I did as Max ordered and started showing up at the house as much as I could. Between work and home with Dana, it was difficult, but Max was his same old good natured self and even put a desk with a ton of papers and shit on it down in the laundry room for me, “So you can tell yourself this ain’t what it is,” Max said, “And for anyone else, all the proof you need that you are here on business.” Each time I showed up the house, Max or the foreman and one or two of the construction guys were ready to fuck me in the yellow brick room. Max and the foreman and one other guy always started off pissing down my throat first, the rest just wanted raw ass. They all were sweaty, dirty, nasty verbal men and no one ever asked about using a condom or status before sliding their raw dick up my ass and breeding me. Most of them preferred to spit fuck or fuck using someone else’s cum for lube even though I had bought a large bottle of WET that I hid in a toolbox. The result was my ass was often sore and I was sure Dana would be able to tell I had been fucked, so our sex life at home took a decline and when we did have sex, I had to totally fake it as all I could think about was how bad it was, how I hated his condom covered dick, and just wanted to feel Max inside me - raw. Any time I started to feel guilty about cheating on Dana I just kept telling myself it was only for a few months until the house was done. Then we would be rid of Max and this would all be over. Well denial is easier said then done and the strain of my job, the new house, cheating on Dana, soon started to take its toll. Dana got suspicious about the time I was spending at the new house and showed up at the house by himself one day. The foreman showed him around, showed him my desk, told him he did not know when I would be back and that Dana should ask the boss. Luckily all the evidence was deep in my ass, so all Dana found was exactly what he was supposed to. Now, several months later, all I can think about is my next breeding. I love being a cum pig again and Max just laughs at how eager I am to get out of my suit and bend over for some raw dick. There is nothing romantic about it all, just man-on-man action, raw dick and ass, and bucket loads of cum up my guts. Today I had left the office in between meetings and knew I did not really have enough time, but I needed to be cummed in. I raced to the house, grabbed two of the construction guys who had the biggest dicks, went down to the yellow brick room and did not even take my suit off. I just dropped my pants, hiked up my shirt, and begged, “FUCK ME! BREED ME! CUM IN ME!.” They took turns fucking me, each of them saying shit like, “You want some raw dick all the time? Want that POZ dick and cum? Too bad you can’t get it at home. You want to be able to take raw dick at home too? You want to be a cum pig for us any time of the day or night? Tell us you want raw dick all the time! Tell us you want to be our cum pig. Tell us you want us to come fuck you at home too.” Shit, with a dick up my ass I would agree to anything and told them all they wanted to hear and more and got two loads from each up my ass. I was running wicked late and had to call the office and tell them my car broke down. It was not until I was walking in the building that I noticed all the cum spots on my pants. SHIT! So here I am hiding in the men’s room at work trying to get the cum stains off my suit pants. Spit, water, nothing was helping – and just as my frustration is reaching a boiling my phone starts to buzz. I fish the phone out of my pocket, it’s Dana texting me. He rarely texts me, so I tap on the message icon and up pops his message that includes a number of pictures. His text says, “Enjoy your fucking house and don’t bother coming back to the apartment. I’ve called your ‘friend’ Max to come pick up your shit.” I slowly scroll through the series of pictures and they are shot after shot of me being fucked by Max and his construction guys, including a couple clearly showing my ass taking raw dick. DAMN! I set the phone on the floor, it buzzes again with another new text. I tap on the message icon and it is from Max, “See you at the house tonight pig – me and the boys are planning to seed and breed you good and will give you a bucket of POZ cum up those guts to welcome you home.”

DJ’s first load in my ass felt like a firehose had gone off, and one full of hot water at that. Oh the joys of being fucked by a 20-year old with a big nine-incher. Like father, like son. I had not been ‘home’, the town where I had grown-up for almost 25 years. There were too bad memories there, but the one bright spot in my life had been Danny and his family who took me in when life at my own house got too bad to take. Danny was two years my senior and, as he had five sisters, he treated me like the brother he never had. I had known Danny and his family all my life and at the age of ten started going to their house a couple of times a week, usually after school or before church meetings. Soon I was staying there on weekends also, and was spending correspondingly less and less time at my own house. By the age of 14 I was living full-time with Danny and his family. The first time I played truth-or-dare with Danny I was 10, and over the years our exploration and experimentation evolved and continued, but it was not something we ever discussed beyond those furtive minutes, late at night in the bedroom which Danny and I shared. I was just finishing up my senior year in high-school when I turned 18 and Danny returned from a short stint in jail – wrong place at the wrong time sort of thing, but it changed him. He was now Daniel, not Danny, and seemed angry and frustrated and often sneaked out to the barn to smoke and drink not caring that his parents knew and how much it hurt them. I missed our time together and, being a good church kid, I hated his drinking and smoking, even as I found I still missed Danny, and found myself trying to spend time with him. But he always told me to leave him alone – until one night. Danny’s – well Daniel’s – parents had gone out of town and it was just us in the house. Daniel had a bottle of some kind of liquor and was doing shots and offered one to me. I refused, but Daniel said, “Just like always, you being the good-fucking son, the one they really want, while I’m the bad one, right? You like that don’t you?” I was hurt, shocked, but also realized what he said was true, so took the glass, gulped the liquor, and staggered as it hit me. Shit! My Christian values fell away as what I wanted more was to be with Daniel again and at that moment was willing to do anything. A couple shots later and I was feeling no pain, but Daniel’s pain only seemed worse. I did not know how to broach the fact I wanted to suck him as he had always been the one to set those rules, but then he suddenly asked “You ever fucked someone? No, I know you haven’t. Wanna fuck me?” I didn’t know what to say as Daniel got undressed, got on his hands and knees on the bed with his ass pointed my way. My dick was rock hard so I fumbled out of my clothes, grabbed the lotion he handed me, and followed his directions on what to do. Soon I was fucking Daniel at a steady pace and while I knew my dick was not all as big as Daniel’s, it seemed to make him happy and within a couple minutes he yelled “OH SHIT – LOOK WHAT YOU DID – YOU MADE ME CUM!” Daniel immediately pulled away, grabbed the bottle, got dressed and left. He didn’t come back home that night, but the next night after we started drinking again, Daniel let me suck him off, and everything seemed okay again. I remember him saying how he just thought of some hot blonde chick on his dick when I sucked him and how much that hurt and I wanted him to just enjoy that it was me, like I did it to please him. Anyways, I swallowed several of his hot loads during the course of that summer before I left for college. Daniel also moved away, and life took us far apart. We chatted on the phone once or twice when he was visiting his parents and I happened to call, but beyond that I did not see or hear from Daniel in over 25 years. I knew from his mom he had in that time had a fling, sired a son, been in and out of trouble, and finally had moved back to our hometown where he seemed to settle down into a quiet, bachelor life. Then I received a call from Daniel's sister, notifying me Daniel’s mom had died, and asking if I could attend the funeral. I said I would and then she told me that with so many kids and grandkids coming to town space was tight, but that Daniel had room and wanted me to stay with him. My heart raced, my ass twitched, I stammered okay, hung up and made my plans. I was so nervous. So much had changed, not only had I embraced the bottom in me, the bottom who ended up poz and got fucked raw as much as I could. No one at home knew about me, and I still jacked off thinking about Daniel, but what could I do? I got on the plane, flying to the nearest airport, which was a three hour dive to my hometown. Upon arriving in the town, I found Daniel lived in a trailer, and when I knocked on the door, there was Daniel, who, although 25 years older, still looked like the same Daniel I knew so long ago. “Hey bro,” Daniel said as he grabbed me in a bear hug and pulled me inside the trailer. “How the fuck you been? Mom’s told me all about the crazy shit you be doing, your job, and places you travelled, wow, wicked stuff huh?” His big grin, those green eyes, same mop of brown hair and big bulge in his pants made me melt and become a giddy teen all over again who wanted nothing more than to please him. “Umm, yeah, been good man, you?” I managed to get out. The next few hours were spent reminiscing about growing up, and me being evasive about my personal life. It was finally time for dinner at his sister’s house with the whole family, so he drove us down in his truck and I spent the next few hours in more hell, and without a drink to be found. Once dinner ended, we drove back to Daniel’s trailer and I was wiped from the long day of travel and having to deal with all this homecoming shit. Daniel told me to get comfortable, I could have the back bedroom, and when I came out in my shorts and t-shirt, there he was with his shirt off, just a pair of Haines tighty-whities and two glasses in his hand with a big smile. “Come on bro, time to chill, OK?” he said. I nervously took the glass, sipped what seemed to be almost straight vodka, coughed, while Daniel laughed and said, “You still an uptight Christian boy? Seems like I remember a few times you didn’t mind drinking?” I blushed, almost choked, and said, “Umm, beer is more my thing.” Daniel kept filling my glass as we chatted and I was not sure if it was the vodka or me, but I could swear his dick had grown in his briefs. My mind was spinning and suddenly Daniel was standing in front of me, his dick pulled through the hole in his briefs and I heard him say, “Truth or Dare?” FUCK! I had taken some big dick, and learned long ago that what I thought was big when I was 18 was far from it, but his big uncut dick still impressed and called to me, and the large drop of precum just balanced on the tip of dick made me lick my lips. “Truth,” I said. I was so fucking scared, and while part of me craved to be with him again, I did not want folks at home to know about me. “OK,” Daniel said looking thoughtful, “How many dicks have you sucked?” What the fuck? I did not expect that and guess it was the vodka talking when I blurted, “More than I can remember or count.” Daniel laughed loud and deep, wagged his dick at me with one hand making that drop of precum fall on my knee as he asked, “OK, truth again, how many guys you let fuck you?” Well that took me aback. Daniel had never fucked me, I had just sucked him off, but again I blurted out “More than I can remember or count.” Daniel set his drink on the 1980’s brass and glass coffee table, pulled his shorts down, and said, “Bend over, this one counts.” I froze, I didn’t know what to. After what seemed like forever Daniel bent over, nibbled on my ear and said, “I know. I’ve been watching your ass slut around online in DC for years now. The internet is a wonderful thing. I may be country white trash but I know how to use the web. I also know you are POZ, but don’t worry, I’m just going to recharge you, as I have been poz since my stint in jail and fuck, probably gave it to you, now GET THE FUCK UP AND TAKE THIS DICK – I’VE BEEN WAITING TO FUCK YOU FOR TOO LONG!” In a stupor I stood up, pulled my shorts down, and soon Daniel was fucking me like I had always imagined, deep, raw, and with a hot poz load. Daniel shot several loads into me, including one in the back yard with me bent over his picnic table. I was afraid we would be caught, but he reminded me we were in the middle of fucking no where, so I needed to simply take his load. Relaxing my hole, I milked his dick, and took every drop. The night ended with me in Daniel’s bed, his dick in my ass, his last load of the night seeping into my raw hole. I woke up a few times during the night and Daniel’s dick was still nestled at my hole, hot, sticky, just waiting. At the first crack of dawn, as the morning light glistened off the dew on the windows, I pushed my ass back onto Daniel’s dick to let him know I was ready for another load. Daniel’s hard dick was soon dripping precum up my wet hole as I sat on him, riding him hard, my legs straddled over his hips, my hands on his chest for leverage. Just as we were wild and freaky I heard a noise and stopped cold. “Hey Pops, what’s up?” a voice boomed as the bedroom door banged open and I froze, staring at Daniel, or what/who Daniel was a long time ago. Daniel laughed as our intruder proceeded to casually sit on the edge of the bed with a smile that said “GOTCHA!” I rolled off Daniel’s dick onto the farthest side of the bed, wrapping the sheet around me, as Daniel yanked the sheet away and said, “Fuck man, this is DJ, don’t worry, DJ has been looking forward to your visit.” DJ? Daniel Jr.? Shit! I had never met Daniel’s son, but here he was in the flesh and the duplicate copy of his father. DJ held out his hand and said, “Please don’t get up on my account. Knowing Pops, he’s been up in your ass all night.” I shook DJ’s hand, shrunk back on, my side of the bed as Daniel grunted, and started to roll towards the side of the bed as DJ stood up and started to undress. I lifted myself up on my left arm to object when Daniel paused, leaned back towards me and said in a voice laced with eagerness while nodding toward’s his son, “I’m going to make breakfast. You’re going to need some protein after DJ here is done. Trust me, this boy puts my fucking to shame, and I have been training that dick for years. He’s bigger than me, fucks harder and longer, and cums twice as much, so does his Poppa proud.” As Daniel made his way out to the kitchen, DJ walked to the end of the bed, climbed up, pushed my legs backs, lined his big cut dick with my hole and said, “Pops has always said you were the one that got away, not no more, no, now let me in there and see what the old man has left behind!”

I am totally a level 6. I bend over in the dark room and beg for loads!

Dr Mike – biohazard and healer - Part 2 – My First Treatment from Dr Mike and Big Ben As I left Dr Mike’s office after my first appointment, his words kept ringing in my ears, “My cum is more toxic than you can imagine,” and I could not wait to let him take care of me. I took the Metro to Nathan’s apartment and he had just gotten off work and was waiting for me. He wanted to hear how my visit went, and when I told him what Dr. Mike said his dick got instantly hard, he pulled my pants down and spit fucked rough saying, “Yeah, make you nice and raw, get your ready for Dr Mike, he has got some fucked up toxic cum, now take mine, take mine.” That was how we spent the weekend, Nathan spit fucking or dry fucking me as rough as he could so my ass was nice and sore and full of his load so that come Monday, whatever Dr Mike gave me would take all the better. While I always enjoyed Nathan’s fuck and the thought of his dirty seed breeding me, I could not get my mind off Dr Mike. I woke up early Monday morning and when I showered, cleaned out too. Usually never a problem, but I wanted to be extra sure with Dr Mike. Nathan swung past by place on his way to his office just to give me some of his cum to, as he said, “Get you started right today.” He dry fucked me and made my asshole even more raw, red and tender, - the sadistic evil fucker. I got to Dr Mike’s about 10:00 a.m., and still had Nathan’s load in my ass. I was nervous as hell and part of me wanted to just go back home, but the poz cum craving pig in me kept going. So with a fresh bottle of poppers in my pocket, I knocked on the door to Dr. Mike’s office and waited. The floor his office was on seemed completely empty, and as I stood there I was starting to worry that Dr Mike had lied to me or I had the wrong day, or I don’t know what. I knocked again and was just thinking about leaving when I heard the locks turn. I let out a big sigh as Dr Mike opened the door and let me in. He was dressed casually in jeans and a polo shirt, gave me a big smile, shook my hand and said, “See you made it. Come on in, come on”, as he locked the door. He headed down the hallway in his office, past the exam rooms, to the far end into his personal office. Dr Mike’s office was like the rest of the building, old, a bit run down, nothing fancy. His desk was piled high with papers, books, and there were a couple chairs and a leather couch. “So, how are you feeling today?” Dr Mike asked me. “Umm, OK, fine, thanks.” I said. He replied, “You seem a bit nervous, are you? That’s OK, but no need to be nervous, I WILL take care of you just like I promised. Here, sit down in the chair, make yourself comfortable.” I nervously sat down, watched as he went behind his desk, he grabbed a file, came back around and sat down in the chair next to me. “OK, right,” he said as he smiled, “Yes, Nathan’s friend. So how is Nathan? He still fucking you?” I blushed, which he took as a yes and chuckled a little, “I see, well look, we are after hours so to speak and I tend to leave the office jargon behind, but I can say ‘intercourse’ if you prefer?” I said, “No, sorry, just umm a little shy I guess.” Dr Mike smiled, “No worries, like I told you, no need to be shy around me about anything and like I said, I want you to be honest with me and I will be totally honest with you. Now, get undressed. Yes, you heard me, get undressed and set your clothes on the floor by the end of the couch and then kneel on the floor here in front of me.” I stood up and did as Dr Mike asked. I piled my clothes on the floor then kneeled in front of him and looked up as he continued speaking. “Now, let’s see, right, as I said I think you have a very mild strain of HIV and do you remember what else I told you? Hmmm? I told you I was not going to jerk off all weekend and that I liked to unload in assess like yours that start out with mild strains. You know why?” I shook my head no, as Dr Mike said, “Because I like to hear you beg for my toxic cum and I will give it you if you want it, but you have to want. Do you want it? I can’t hear you, do you want it?” “Yes, I think so, yes,” I mumbled. “That’s OK for now you will want it later, but right now, before we go any further, we need to come to an agreement on something. You know what is?” Dr Mike asked. He continued, “We are going to agree that I promise to take care of you and you promise that you will accept and take whatever treatment program I prescribe without question, is that understood?” “Yes, I think so, yes,” I mumbled again and looked to the floor. Dr. Mike reached down, lifted my chin so my eyes met his, “You did a good job taking your first treatment by sucking old Hank’s herpes filled dicked and I know that cum tastes nasty – that means it was full of bug and venom – but we will wait to make sure it took before I mark that off your chart. Don’t you worry, this is my personal chart for you and yes, I have a nice list here in your chart of the treatments you will take and I will probably even add a few as we go along if you do what I say and please me well. Most guys don’t make it past our first treatment together as I expect obedience, and service, and no questions asked. I am the doctor, you are the patient, and I know best, understand?” “Yes….Sir…I understand,” I said. I then shifted a little on my knees as Dr Mike stood up, set the file in the chair and said, “Undress me.” I wanted to go right for his dick, but figured I better be patient, so I stood up, lifted his shirt off over his head, folded it and set it on the other chair. I then unfastened his belt, and his pants and as they dropped to the floor Dr Mike sat back down. I could see his huge bulge in his white Jockeys, but focused on the business at hand and next untied his shoes and slipped his pants off, then his socks, and then folded them and put them on the chair as well. “Kneel,” Dr Mike said in a firm voice, so I got back on my knees, Dr Mike stood up with his crotch just inches from my face. “Now lick it,” he said. Lick what? He still had his underwear on, so I started licking his bulge through the underwear, making little spit stains as I did. My mouth was feeling dry and full of cotton and I pulled back a little, but then Dr Mike pushed my head back to his crotch, so I kept licking. After a while the outline of his dick showed clearly as my spit had made a nice wet trail around the edges. “Stand up and bend over,” Dr Mike said. So I got up, bent forward with my ass towards Dr Mike who had sat back down in the chair. I sensed him lean forward as he gently parted my ass cheeks. He then pressed his nose into my ass and took a big whiff, inhaling the smell of my sweat and more. “Did you get fucked?” he asked, his voice stern. Damn, please don’t let him stop. I started to mumble something but Dr Mike kept on, “Nathan’s cum? That bastard, I will teach him to fuck with what is mine later, but for today’s purposes, this will be considered part of my treatment program. Now let me see your hole – bend over further – come on – ahhh, yes, as I suspected, looks like has been fucking you dry – is that right? Has he been rough fucking you dry? Hmmmm, yes, your hole looks nice and ripe for exposure.” With that Dr Mike started to lick my asshole and I started to moan, my dick bobbed up and down, and the precum started flowing from the head. Fuck that felt good. I started to jerk myself off and pushing my ass back to meet his tongue, which was digging in and licking out Nathan’s cum. “Come with me,” Dr Mike said as he stood up and left the office. I ruffled through my pants, grabbed the poppers, and followed him into the first exam room and he said, “Kneel.” So I knelt on the cold, dirty white linoleum floor and watched as he adjusted the padded exam table and made it lower, and rolled a small tray table to the side. “Now, I want you to see what you will be taking this morning. This treatment will hurt, but it is for your own good,” Dr Mike said as he then pulled down his Jockeys down that were straining to keep his dick in. My eyes bulged like his shorts when his dick plopped out. I could not tell exactly how long it was for sure (always use the spread of my hand – end of pinky to end of thumb which is 9 inches to gauge) but just from looking, seemed a good deal longer than 9. It was fairly thick, but what surprised me more was how hard it looked. Every vein was straining and clearly popping up and down his shaft. He was uncut and the foreskin almost looked like a lion’s mane as it bunched up around the back of his dick head. “So,” Dr Mike said very sternly, ““I will give you my biohazard and toxic cum if you want it, but you have to want. Do you want it? Or, you may leave now if you wish to, but if you do, I will never treat you – ever, so this is your last chance. You may leave, or if you stay, and accept to be treated as I order to be you will do exactly as I say. You will take exactly what I give, how I give it, and when and where. No questions asked and there will be rules. If you follow them I will reward you with special gifts that only I can give you as I enjoy nothing better than a boy who submits and lets me treat them as I wish.” Dr Mike did not say anything more and I kneeled on the floor and tried to process what he just said my heart raced, my dick continued to stream precum, and my ass was hungrier then ever. “Please sir, I beg you, please give me your toxic cum. I want it, I do, I really do. I want anything you got, anything and will do whatever you say, I promise, please. I want your gifts, every one, I want them all,” little did I know what I was really asking for. Dr Mike smiled, “Good, now remember what I said and what you just said, the pact is made. Now sometimes I will give you a choice and today would have asked you if you wanted me to take it slow and easy with you, use lots of lube, take my time, or, do you want me to fuck you like I want to ensure my toxic cum rakes your guts and burns through your insides? But, you did not know this of course, but you did break a rule, I only fuck ass with cum in it when I say so, and today I did not say so. So you have no choice, now get on the exam table.” I started to say something as I was getting up but he turned, glared at me and said, “NO QUESTIONS.” The exam table was easy to hop onto – just about waist high – and before I laid on my back I started to open the bottle of poppers to take a hit. Dr Mike snatched them from my hand, “NO, you will only take what I give you, how I give it. Period. You will NOT do poppers. I do not like the smell, so if you must have them then leave now.” I didn’t move, so he said, “Good, now lay back, scoot down, come on further, make your ass hang over the edge a little like you did during your first visit, but further. Right, that’s it, now take a deep breath.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Dr Mike had my ankles in his hands and was pushing my legs back and out so that my hole was exposed. I could feel his dick head bobbing around my ass hole and started to get nervous, not sure I could take it. Dr Mike then let go of one leg, “Hold your leg back, that’s it,” as he spit into his other hand and worked a finger into my ass. I bucked my hips a little and moaned. He pulled it out, spit again, and stuck two in, and was working them around, stretching my ass ring. “Now, I am going to let go of your other leg and I want you to sit forward and brace yourself with your arms behind you. It may feel like you will slide off the table, but you won’t, I got you,” Dr Mike said as his fingers still stretched my ass. I did as he said and leaned into a somewhat sitting position with my hole hanging over the edge of the exam table and legs lifted up and out with Dr Mike’s body helping hold me up. Dr Mike then pulled his fingers out, spit on them again and this time shoved three of them in. “This spit is not going to help you much, but that will not stop me you understand? Once I start I WILL NOT stop until I have gifted you with my venom. Now, I want you to wrap your arms around my neck and hang on. This is going to hurt,” and with that Dr Mike dug his fingernails into the inside of my ass walls as he moved his fingers in and out. I flinched and tried to pull away as his fingers clawed my insides, and started to beg him, please, no. Dr Mike leaned into my ear, “I told you this would hurt, but that is only the beginning, beg all you want but I will not stop now, because now you are ready, now you are ready to experience more pain as I bring death and destruction to your ass. Your ass will burn with my acid load, you WILL TAKE MY TOXIC CUM BOY!!!” With that Dr Mike slammed his dick into my hole and I cried out and hung onto him tighter. He did not get far and pushed again, and again. It just wouldn’t go, so he yanked it out, spit a few times on his hand, rubbed it on his dick head, and slammed it in again. This time my ass could not hold back and he entered me. The pain was white hot as the damage he had done with his fingers tore even more as his dick ripped into me. Dr Mike had his hands behind me, sort of gripping my ass, pulling me into him, yet keeping me on the edge of the table as his hips thrust his dick up into my hole. I had hardly ever been fucked without poppers and could not believe how much it hurt! “What do you want boy? What do you need? Huh? What do you want?” Dr Mike said as he breathing was getting heavier. “Please doctor, please, I want your toxic cum, I want to be a biohazard boy for you, please make me, please convert me, I want it all!” I said. “You want it all? Whatever I give you boy? You want it all? Oh I will convert you alright and you will get more then you every bargained for – now here – you go – fucking – take my HIV – take my cum of death– you will take it – take it – oh fuck fuck – shit FUCK – YOU’RE DEAD!!!! Dr Mike squeezed me close, shook, trembled, and unloaded into my ass. He was right, his cum felt like acid and my insides burned. What had he just said? Take his what? Oh fuck it, I just wanted him. We stayed like that for a few minutes as his breathing returned to normal. When he finally slid his dick out of me drops of red tinged cum and ass juice dropped onto the white linoleum floor. Dr Mike looked at his red covered dick and the floor, chuckled and said, “You are no longer a virgin, welcome to the club boy.” He grabbed a paper towel out of the dispenser, wiped his dick off, tossed it in the red biohazard container, and when I stood up (wincing with pain as I did) and went to grab a towel, Dr Mike grabbed my hand, “No, I did not tell you to clean up. You are not done yet.” Not done? So I followed him back to his office with blood and ass juice and cum running and dripping down my ass and thighs. Dr Mike was drinking from a can of soda on his desk, set the can down, then came and sat in the chair. His dick was still fairly hard and mine was hurting it was so hard. Dr Mike sighed as he sat down, “Kneel here. Good. Now look at me. This is serious. You should be proud, you took that well, and I fucking loved it, and I will continue treating you, right? Right. You should also be proud as you now have some of the most toxic cum on the east coast working its way inside you right now. You know why I dug you out before I fucked? Why I fucked you as dry as I could – and trust me – next time there will be NO – spit – it was so my biohazard cum could really get up in there. I want it eating your guts and then the rest of your insides. You know those guys you saw when you came here last week – I MADE THEM – they are my creation, every sick fucker out there was mine and you will be too.” I did not know what to say, so just stayed kneeling and listened as he went on, “You are mine too and at your next check up we will see if my toxic cum is doing its work, but don’t worry, I’ll give you more again when your treatment regimen requires it.” Just then the phone rang, Dr Mike got up, went behind his desk and answered it, then sat back down. “So, while sometimes each treatment consists of only 1 prescription, for you, as your HIV is so mild, we need to be aggressive in your regimen. My HIV is type 1, like yours, and while mine is venomous in its own right, no matter how hard I have tried I have not been able to get mine to cross over with type 2. So, that requires an outside treatment source, that while rare, I of course have access to, and trust, it is rare indeed. Now wait here a minute,” Dr Mike said as he walked out of the office. I figured he had to use the bathroom and felt like I had to myself, but I stayed kneeling. A couple minutes later he came back in the room and had someone with him, a black guy, younger than me, who was real short, about 5”7, and maybe 140/150. Dr Mike said, “That call a minute ago was Ben telling he was at the Metro station and asked if I was ready for him. No no don’t worry, you don’t need to rush, you see I asked Ben to come today for you. Yes, for you. You see, I provide a comprehensive treatment program and when I cannot fulfill the prescription exactly as I want I call in another source, which may be every time, or never, depending – anyways, today, that source for you is Ben. Ben, go ahead, take your clothes off.” As Ben got undressed I was looking a little bewildered and looked back and forth from Dr Mike to Ben, damn, did Ben know what had just happened? How much else did he know? Well he must I guess. Dr Mike sat back down in front of me, “So Ben here has been one of my patients for a while, well his name is really Mike, Michael Bennet, but there cannot be two Mikes, so I call him Ben isn’t that right Ben?” “Yes, that’s right doctor,” Ben said with a pretty heavy accent. Dr Mike went on, “Ben came here to go to college a few years ago, and brought something with him, HIV 2. He grew up in Ghana and I suspect his mother had it or maybe he got it having sex or doing drugs or whatever, does not really matter. What matters is it is type 2, and Ben is going to help treat you. Now go back to the exam room and bend over the table.” As I stood up I noticed Ben was fully naked, stroking his dick, and he looked to be not quite as long as Dr Mike, but still pretty thick and his entire dick looked about the same thickness right up to the head, which seemed somehow too little for the rest of it. He also had really low hanging balls that looked sort of shiny, liked they had been polished. Dr Mike followed me into the room, I bent over the end of the exam table and heard Ben follow. Dr Mike bent down by my ear and said softly, “Now, you will take Ben just like you took me. He is going to rip you up – no spit – just my toxic cum and your own fluids as lube – so take it good. His cum is full of HIV for you. He has one of the highest viral loads I have ever seen and has never been on any medication, I won’t let him, and his sperm is just filthy with the bug. You are privileged to have this opportunity, and so, just for good measure,” Dr Mike then reached around, stuck 3 fingers in my ass and raked my insides again making me cry out, “I am going to make sure his bug takes real good, give it a chance to live, it deserves to live, and breed and infect you, both our toxic cums will merge and grow together. Now, when he is done, you just stay like this.” Dr Mike left the room, Ben got behind me, he was shorter than Dr Mike so I had to bend my knees a little, and when we has angled up he grabbed my hips and drove his dick in. I cried out as even though I was somewhat slick from all the fluids in there, it still hurt like fuck where Dr Mike had shredded my guts. Ben was a power jack fucker, no pausing, no letting me catch my breath, just slam fuck. I was grunting and moaning and trying to keep my footing as Ben fucked harder and harder and faster and faster and I thought for sure he was cumming when he yanked his cock all the way out and just stood there. I was still trying to catch my breath when he slammed back in, balls deep this time as I could feel them slapping my cheeks with every thrust. He did not last long this time and started fucking even more furiously while making little ‘aah aah’ sounds. He then stopped, eased his dick out, and I heard more juice drip from my ass onto the linoleum and each drop sort of echoed in the exam room. Ben left and I could hear him and Dr Mike speaking in the other room. Dr Mike soon came back into the room and patted me on the ass as he leaned down and said, “That was good, very good, Ben said you did a fine job and he is always more than willing to do what I say, so I am pleased all the way around. Now that his job is done, I have sent him on his way, so that you and I may finish today’s treatment.” There’s more? I was not sure I could take any more and my ass felt like I had acid eating my insides. As Dr Mike stepped behind me he asked me how I was and when I told him that he just chuckled and said, “Oh yes, I expect it does feel like acid, it is in a way. You see, not only did you take my toxic cum which I know is extremely toxic, but you took Ben’s too and I already told you about his, but there is more.” More? I started to raise up to turn around and ask what he meant just as Dr Mike put his hands on my back, pushed me back down on the table and slowly, but firmly, slid his dick back into my ass making me moan and gasp as pain flooded through me again. “Yes, there’s more,” Dr Mike continued as his fucking picked up speed and he worked his dick into my swollen ass, “You see, Ben was a two-fer, a wonderful one I helped arrange and sort of a specialty of mine as why infect with only one thing when there is so much nastiness out there to play with for me to use for my pleasure, not only is Ben HIV2 with an extremely high viral load, but……oh fuck…but ….yeah boy…but Ben also has late stage syphilis – FUCK YEAH, YOU GOT HIS SYPHILLIS CUM TOO – oh take it, take me, take me...” Dr Mike caught his breath, slid his dick out, and stood up and juices were really running down my leg now. I didn’t know what to say. Oh my god, what had I done? What had he done to me? Dr Mike grabbed some paper towels, wiped his dick off, then came over to me and wiped my ass and hole and legs off. He then tossed the towels in the red biohazard bin and walked back to his office. I had a hard time walking as my legs were cramped, and when I got there he was getting dressed. I got dressed as well, he motioned with his hand for me to sit in the chair, and when I did he opened his file again. “I expect you will feel very sick within 10-14 days if all goes well. Flu like symptoms, headache, body ache, etc…. If you do, just call my office, but call my direct line, here’s the number. I will have another treatment ready for you then as your body will be weak and that is the best time for me to ensure my strains infect you, so you WILL come prepared and this time, the rule is I want that ass fresh, no fucking for at least two days before, understand?” “Now, before you go, I want you to remember three things,” Dr Mike said as he pulled me close to him and spoke close to my ear, “My treatment is just between us now, not even Nathan is to be told, you just tell him we only talked and that is all and tell him you met Ben in the bookstore or something, I don’t care, and don’t let him or anyone fuck you for a couple days. I want my venom and Ben’s little bugs to have their chance. Two, you will submit to me right? Yes? Good. And three – remember this well – I will infect you over and over until your guts are as toxic as they can be. Your ass and mouth will take my disease and every toxic bug I can give you – be proud as I WILL make your ass a biohazard.” When I made it home I collapsed into bed, woke up later to Nathan trying to call me, grabbed a shower, called him back and told him what he had heard about Dr Mike was all wrong, nothing happened and that I had gotten all horned up, went to the bath house, had a couple hook ups and came home. I went to sleep that night with Dr Mike’s words burning themselves into me just as his virus and Ben’s were burning my guts and blood – “be proud as I WILL make your ass a biohazard.” Stay tuned for Dr Mike – Part 3 – My Second Treatment – Does the venom take?