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After graduating high school I was stressed about what colleges to go to. I settled on a modest place that hopefully wouldn’t put me too far in debt. College life was exciting but in the moment it felt a little overwhelming. So I decided to take a gap year and backpack across the states and see as much as I could. The various places I went to were fun. I met some interesting people and saw some landmarks. It was a couple weeks into my road-trip and expenses were getting tighter. I was in Oceanside Southern California and on my last day in a cheep motel, contemplating what I would do for lodgings in the future. It was then I remembered I had an uncle living in San Diego. I think I remember him slightly from when I was really little. Vague memories of him babysitting me on hot summer days, sitting on his lap, cuddling up while watching TV. My family didn’t talk about him much. He and my dad had some falling out many years ago. I don’t have all the details but I think it had something to do with him being gay. I was gay as well and not out to my parents, so it would be nice to connect with someone in the family that I could relate to. I didn’t have his contact information so I looked him up in the yellow pages. Not an actual phonebook but the website. I found him easily enough, uncle Chester still in San Diego. I gave him a call. He was excited to hear from me and about my future plans. When I told him I was back packing in Cali just a couple hours away he was quick to offer me a place to stay while I was traveling. I was glad he offered. I didn’t want to come off as the nephew that calls up just because he needs a place to crash. But since he and my dad still weren’t on the best of terms, he asked me to not mention to my parents that I was gonna stay over. Which was perfectly fine by me since i would be able to play catch-up with him without dad trying to get the last word in constantly. I arrived at the address he gave me. It was a run down part of town. A lot of the houses had bars on the windows. All the lawns were gravel and cacti planted. A few palm trees here and there that had seen better days. I walked up to the door lugging my travel backpack with me. It would be great to get some laundry done if he’ll let me. I don’t have many clean clothes left. I knocked on the door and waited for a moment. Then the door opened and short older man answered. He was bald and thin. He sorta resembled my dad a little bit but he was older by about 15 years and looked like life had worn him down. I immediately noticed he was under dressed. He was in a short thin robe he hadn’t bothered tying up and underwear that I saw out of my peripheral. I kept eye contact and asked. “Uncle Chester?” His face lit up and was excited to see me. “William! It’s been ages! My look how big you’ve gotten!” He ushered me inside. His place was modest. A small one bedroom house the front door lead us to the living room that had a tv, a coffee table, and a dirty old couch. Uncle Chester immediately pulled me in for a tight hug. “It’s good to see you to uncle Chester.” I dropped my bag and returned his hug. “It’s been what? 12 years? 13? Oh that doesn’t matter, my little nephew is here and he’s not so little anymore.” Chester broke from the hug and grabbed my arms, feeling my muscles. “Oh, you’ve definitely developed into quite the man now. I bet you’re popular with the ladies.” “Thanks Uncle. I has been a long time. Thanks for letting me stay here a couple days.” He was still rubbing my arms a little, admiring how much I’ve changed. “Nonsense, you can stay as long as you like. Hell, stay the whole summer if you feel like it. My home is always open to you. How about a drink?” Before I could respond he was already off to the kitchen preparing something. “Thanks, uncle Chester. It pretty hot down here.” I sat on the couch and placed my bag by my feet. “Please just Chester. You don’t have to be so formal with me. You’ll quickly discover things around here are very loose and relaxed. Do you like gin and tonic?” “Oh, um I’ve had a few beers before but I haven’t tried gin.” “That won’t do, I see I’ll need to educate you on class while you’re here.” Chester returned with two beverages in hand. I was sitting mid level rummaging through my bag when I saw it. Holy shit what the fuck was that? Chester was standing in front of me and my eye-line naturally fell to what was between his legs. He wasn’t just wearing underwear, it was a thong, and the crotch area was large and left nothing to the imagination, I could see the contour of his head, even some of the veins on his shaft. Damn, I know I’m in his house but this was way more casual than I was expecting. I remembered how warm it was out side and it wasn’t much better in the house, so I guess his attire made sense. My glance at his package was only a split second and I quickly looked up at him, putting away the image of down below. “Thanks unc- uh Chester.” I took the drink from him. He was leaning against the couch and crossed his legs. His bulge becoming more prominent. “So tell me how you’ve been. High school, plans for college, career stuff, relationship status, I want to know it all.”

Part II I started sucking the closest cock to me, a nice solid 8 incher, uncut, nice veins running up the side. Stuck my tongue inside the foreskin and worked around the head, pulling the foreskin back and giving it some good flicks before putting it deeper in my mouth. “Oh yeah, this slut knows how to suck some dick” it’s owner said as hands grabbed the side of my head and the cock was pushed a bit deeper, pushing into my throat. “give him some poppers” someone else says My head is pulled off the cock and a bottle is placed under one nostril. I know what to do, I love poppers, and in combination with the edibles that are really kicking in, my head is swimming and I just want cock, I’m craving cock. I plunge back onto the cock. “Oh fuck yeah, here we go cocksucker” and he starts to fuck into my throat, gently at first and then gradually building up some speed. I kind of notice that I’m hearing some lighters and smelling a kind of acrid smell in the air, and my face is pulled off the cock I am in total lust with. “Here bitch” it’s Luis and he blows some smoke into my face, and then seals his mouth over mine and basically forces it into my lungs. “Oh fuck, no is that meth?” I’m thinking, and I’m really getting more and more hungry for that cock to be back in my throat. It's basically rammed back into my mouth and the owner is going to town on me and I am in cocksucker heaven. He lets me up to work on the head and it’s like I’ve been starved fir weeks and getting my first sweet taste of the most delicious suckable treat of my life, I am moaning and the throat slime is running down my chin. He pulls out and I’m presented with another cock, this one a modest average 6 incher, but very thick, and I start treating it like it’s the last cock I’ll ever suck. I’m soon working my way from cock to cock as they nudge my cheeks, and reach out my hands and work cocks and then turn to them. I am in heat. “See I knew he’d like it” a familiar voice is saying, I pull off and look at where it’s coming from and it’s my friend Alex, whose is always telling me about how much he loves doing meth and how horny and hot it makes him. “Yeah you judgmental little whore, I knew if you got some meth you would be transformed” I’m sucking another cock and he gets up to my ear “I’ve wanted to get you spun up and used for awhile so you would get off my back and realize how much fun this is. I was with Luis when you sent your invite request in, and we hatched a little plot. I’m going to give you a nice shard up that slut ass and we’re all taking turns on you. Everyone here knows the drill. The invite did say this was for "no cock and no load refused" attitude, and fucker, you are not going to refuse a single cock here, or those still coming. We posted a different ad that we're spinning out a newbie who needs to be turned out into a chem whore, and there was a lot of interest”

1999 I was excited, conflicted and scared to death about buying my first house. My dad always told me that a house was a good investment, but I was having doubts. I depleted my bank accounts, spent hours on the phone and signed my name to countless documents. Apartment living had been so easy -- write a rent check once a month and you're done. It was a small, cute house in very good shape, and I only knew about it from a guy I only sorta knew from work. Tony. He lived next door to the property and knew the owner was an old guy about ready to go into assisted living. He came by my office one morning and told me I should jump on it soon. I did. Once everything was finalized, I realized this would mean living next to Tony. He was okay, I guess. My age, not bad looking, friendly -- but talked all the time. He never shut up. I had lunch with him once and managed to finish my food before he'd even taken a bite. I guess I could handle that after living in apartment building where I had to listen to my neighbors' music and smell their cooking. Only after moving in did I realize I didn't really have much furniture. I moved things all around that day, trying to make the place look like it had not just been robbed. I'd need lots of stuff eventually. I had just finished reassembling my entertainment center when the doorbell ring. My first ring in my new home. Of course it was Tony. I opened the door and saw him standing there with a bottle of gin. "Welcome Wagon! I brought you a house-warming present." "Hi, Tony. Come on in." "You look exhausted, man. Take a break." "I don't even have the TV or stereo hooked up yet. And I don't have anything to mix gin with. Maybe we can do this another time." "Nah. We'll just go sit out on the front porch and sip straight from the bottle. This is the good shit. Bombay." One of the things the original owner left behind was an iron bench that set out on concrete porch. We settled there and watched the quiet street and passed the bottle. My mind was racing with all the things I had to get done in the next three days of vacation I'd taken from work. The thoughts got less immediate with each sip. "Cable's coming tomorrow. I need to be up early or else who knows when I'll have TV or the internet." "I'm not going to keep you up too late, Ray. I don't have vacation tomorrow...unless you want me to." What the fuck did he mean by that? I'd always wondered if Tony was gay, but never bothered finding out. He was always just a pest in my mind. After the sun went down and the bottle emptied, I finally just asked him if he was gay. "Yeah. Are you?" "Probably. I'm not sure." "Not sure??? You're what? 26? Pick a side, dude." Quiet. It was early summer and the crickets were singing up a storm in my new yard. He hugged me goodnight and went back to his place. The summer grew hotter and I was finally settled in. I was adjusting pretty well and loving the quiet nights. There was a big stray cat that I fed each morning, and of course Tony was a frequent visitor as well. We arranged another 'drink on the porch night' and I sat listening to him blather on and on about nothing. "So -- you got your internet hooked up, right?" "Oh yeah, Why?" "Just wondered. What kind of stuff do you look at on the computer?" Nosy motherfucker. "Just stuff." "I look at a lot of porn and kinky stuff." I could have guessed as much. "Did you know there's a whole website catering to guys who want to have unsafe sex with other guys. Some of them WANT to get infected with AIDS and some who want to spread it?" "God. Really?" "Yeah. Check it out sometime. When we finally trade email addresses, I'll send you the link for the website. You are going to give me your email, right?" "Sure. Let me go get some paper and a pen." Under the glow of the yellow bug light, we tore the paper in half and exchanged e-mail addresses. Somewhere around the end of July I started noticing Tony's habits. He always just wore gray shorts, no shirt and was barefoot when he went to take out the trash or work in his yard. He even mowed the lawn barefoot...can you believe that? I expected he'd be toe-less by the end of the summer. Why in the world was I so intent on watching him? He wasn't exactly my type. But I loved looking at his almost naked body. One day I was straightening up my 'office' and found the slip of paper on which Tony had written the website of which he had spoken, so I took a minute to check it out. Everything was scary. I read some of the testimonials about sharing blood and semen unprotected. I was half-disgusted, and also fascinated. I kept reading, looking at pictures and watching videos. Is this what what my neighbor was into? I spent hours on that website. It started entering my dreams. The next time Tony came over to watch the baseball game, I told him I'd finally checked out his recommendation. "Well? Hot, isn't it?" I admitted it was. "Do you fantasize about getting AIDS from a man? Or wait -- do you wish you had AIDS to give somebody like I wish I did?" My instinct was to say nothing but I admitted that I fantasized about 'getting pozzed'. "Cool! This is so perfect, Ray. We can pretend. You know, do some role-play." "Hell no." "Come on. This'll be good for both of us and we'll have the fun while still being safe." With that he dropped his shorts and stood in my living room completely naked from the top of his head down to his dirty toes. "N-NO. We can't. Your my neighbor and...just no." He was, however, hardly so easily dissuaded, which was why he was already jerking his impressive penis as he urged "Come on, Ray, suck my poz cock, buddy." What the hell. I knelt down and took it my mouth. Something had been broken inside of me because I wanted this moment so bad. I couldn't even take half of it, but I kept trying to get more. It was hard to breathe as it entered my throat. He was trembling and thrusting and finally came in my mouth. It was so surprising that I loved it. "Yeah...drink up that poz seed. You're going to lick my ass next." After I swallowed, he turned around and parted his cheeks. I darted forward and kissed his anus. I licked around and around and was on auto-pilot. "Good boy. I'll do this to you tomorrow when I fuck your virgin ass at last. Keep lapping it up." And then it was over. I hadn't even realized that I'd cum at some point. My underwear was full of sticky cum. He left. I tried nor to think of it too seriously. After all, what we did was only 'play'. The next evening, I got home just in time for the sky to open, unleashing a deluge of rain. There was some thunder and harsh winds, but no lightning. I got changed and went and sat on my bench, waiting for Tony. He pulled his little red car in my driveway. He ran up to me, took off his clothes and said,"It's a great storm! Let's go play!" He apparently wanted to go run around in the heavy rain, so against my inclination I found myself peeling off all my clothes except for my jockey briefs and off we went, running though the downpour. I guess it was an impromptu game of tag or something like that. We got to the front of a foreclosed home's lawn when he finally tackled me from behind. I went down into the grass and he started mounting me while I was flat on my stomach. "STOP TONY!!! It hurts too much." "I'm getting you all bloody so my death seed will get in you faster." It was just play. So I relaxed as best as I could. I thought it would go on and on, but he finished up. He dumped his fictional infected sperm right up my ass. We were done for the night, but didn't stop playing the game. For weeks we fucked. My bed, his bed, the backyard. Yeah, I knew it was weird, but I could not get enough of him...shooting his seed into my ass. At one point, after several months of play sessions with Tony, we had to take a break as I came down with a nasty case of the flu. Real bad. Or maybe it was food poisoning. Whatever it was, it was definitely to be remembered. Tony kept coming over to check on me while I lay in bed. He would feel my forehead and bring 7-up. "The game is over, Ray." "You're telling me? I don't feel like playing for a long time." "No. The game was over before you ever joined. I've had HIV for three years. I tricked you and I'm really sorry, seeing you like this. I never got the fuck flu." I couldn't believe it. I'd been having unsafe sex with an HIV+ man for months and thinking it was harmless. "I'll never be able to make it up to you, but I need you to know I did it for both of us. I love you." I recovered just fine. He was fine. We were fine. We became a pair. Sometimes we even played like I was still negative.

Part 1 Six months ago, James got to know John and Amir in the back room of the bar. John and Amir both took turns fucking James' ass in the back room of the bar. "Do you like our bare and dirty cocks?" "Wanna get some hot cum in your unprotected hole?" John and Amir whispered in James' ears. "Yes seed me", "recharge my hole", "give me your poison", begged James greedily. Finally, when both men had emptied their positive seeds into James' hole all three men returned to the bar side. John and Amir were happy to meet a new poz-hungry man. The men said they were a couple and had been together for 5 years. Amir had already been a poz when they met and had corrupted John early in their relationship. John had wanted to get an infected cock for a long time and had been looking for a suitable positive inseminator. James said that he had the fuck flu six months ago, but he doesn't know who gave him the virus. John, Amir and James drank beer and talked for a long time. John and Amir said that together with their friends, they had founded their own club for positive men, which met a couple of times a month. The club did all kinds of fun together. Sometimes we spend movie nights or a day at the beach together, sometimes we organize fuck parties and sometimes we cook together. The Positive Daddies club is a safe space for positive men to be together, talk, enjoy nudity and have uninhibited sex together. The idea for the club was born from the fact that many in the positive men's circle of friends had chased the virus, but had not found a suitable infector. The club can help chasers, although only infected positive men can become full members. Negative chasers can only become trial members of the club and can only participate in fuck fests, but not in other club events. John and Amir said that the club already had several regular members today, who have progressed from trial membership to full members. James was really enthusiastic about the club and definitely wanted to be involved in the club's activities. "As a positive man, you can become a member directly, but it requires that all members are in favor of joining. The process proceeds so that you can come and present yourself at the next meeting, and at the meeting it will be decided whether you will be accepted as a member," said John. "Next week we have a movie night at a member's house. If you want to come and present yourself, it is possible," continued Amir. ___ I don't know if this setting is interesting enough for a sequel?

So had a pretty fantastic start to the new year! I am in Gran Canaria with my bf and he’s been coming to increasingly enjoy my appetite for dick and loads so we had an agreement that on Jan 1st he would be first and last and then I could be a slut for whoever I wanted in between. Since we were going to the beach my load taking was restricted to after 6:30pm so I didn’t have any expectations. I had been trolling the apps a bit, so had already arranged the first hookup with a bear top couple around 6:30. My bf gave me a farewell fuck and bred me deep. Then I Went over to the bear couples place and they stuffed me good and gave me 2 loads. There is Another couple from the UK that I had hooked up with on my last trip to GC. Turns out they are in town too and would love to hook up again. We had an amazing 3some. I had to work hard and rode them both for about 20 minutes and milked their dicks. They have such amazing cocks that I came so hard many times over. 2 huge loads added to my ass and cum all over their bed from my sloppy ass 😂😈💦🐽 I had told a guy about these plans of mine and he was horny AF to fuck my loaded hole. He came over for a nice 6th one. Another guy who I’ve chatted with before and thought was a flake had been texting me. He came over and felched my hole and kissed me with some of the loads. Has a huge dick and came twice during a nice 30 min session. Sloppy sounds all the fuck very hot. 7+8 🐽💦 A guy from Grindr that I also had chatted with before and suddenly now was the perfect chance. He asked to use a condom and I said no then he said “ok” and fucked me bare and his cock was frothing in loads until he dumped his own 😂🐽💦 Another quick one from Grindr some roadbiker who wanted to dump a load cause he wasn’t going out. 10. Some hours had had passed at this point so then now that the steady stream of fucks had passed I went with the bf to the sex bar Factory. Hole loaded AF dropped a glob of cum on the floor of the sex club, my ass reeked of it in a very hot way. Found a guy next to the wall, seduced him for a nice fuck, huge but comfortable cock. Amazing hot breeding. 11. A couple of guys then fucked me that I think were on viagra so they couldn’t cum, but pleasant sloppy fucks. Last fuck then in the booth, a guy came loudly in My ass. 12. It was kinda late at this point and we had morning plans so my bf fucked me for 20 minutes roughly and bred me deep at the end for the last load of the night. 13. Would have loved to get in the sling to get felched and fucked more but sometimes you gotta compromise 😈😁💦.

Part I. I don’t think I’m naïve, but how could I have been so stupid? I have avoided doing meth for decades now, and I have found that I can be piggy and a pretty no holds barred slut without it. But then one night last week I logged onto BBRT and looked at the party page. A hot Latin guy was having a party at a motel “Do you have a no cock, no hole, no load refused attitude? Then this party is for you”, the 20 or so other guests were a nice diverse range of men mostly in their 30s-50s, various body types (good since I’m just working with an average body these days myself) and among them only one other person who identified as “bottom”. Everyone else was either vers or top. Um sign me up! This was my kind of crowd. I sent a request and had an “invite” with the location information in short order. As the hour approached, I cleaned out, had an edible to make the evening a little more relaxed, took a shower and made sure my hole was squeaky clean and headed out. When I arrived at the motel room the Latin guy, Luis opened the door “Oh, you’re hotter than your photos” he says to me. “Thanks”, way to make me feel confident and at ease. A great group sex host! “Get in here and strip down in the bathroom, there are bags and a marker for your clothes and either get naked or wear a jock. I know you’re a bottom so you’re probably not going to be using your cock much tonight, so a jock would be hot, something to grab onto” He was really making me feel totally welcome as a pretty much exclusive bottom. I stepped into the entry hallway and slipped into the bathroom to get undressed. Two other men were in there already, a tall 40 something blonde who was just sticking his kind of massive cock into a cock ring and another Latin guy about my height but with really broad shoulders, a big chest and big juicy nipples. “Hey there sexy” the blonde said, “I love silver headed daddies, I’ll be looking for you out there’ as he slipped out of the room. I already came wearing my jock so I just pulled off my jeans, socks, shoes and tshirt while the Latin guy kind of stared at me like I was dinner. “Hey, I’m Jose, I think I saw you at Folsom sucking a big fat cock in the middle of the street” Busted, I just can’t resist when one is offered up, even if it is in front of a crowd of people with cell phones – it had been a small miracle that I had only seen a photo and no video of that moment online after the fair, “I remember you took that cock like a champ, he was fucking your face good” I blushed “Thanks, my mother always said to share my talents” and laughed a little. “Well you little slut, I’ll be looking for you out there, and I’ll feed you good” I was getting a little light headed at how happy this was making me. Now I in my jock and left the bathroom and wandered out into the party. It was a pretty big room, really actually a suite with a big central room with two queen sized beds a sofa, a table with 4 chairs, all in classic basic “motel chic” and pretty dated. A modern flat screen was playing a hot porn I had bever seen with an orgy of mixed men, all bareback, pretty rough with a bit of a piggy mood. The atmosphere of the video was carried into the room itself. At this point there were only about 8 guys, but they were all naked except for cockrings, one guy in a jock and a tall older guy, very muscley with graying hair and a mustached in leather chaps with what must have been a solid 8 inches hanging between his legs – not hard. They were all kind of chatting, having drinks and smoking joints, and a couple were playing with each others cocks, but nothing serious as far as play going down yet. I can be a bit shy when I don’t know anyone so I went over to the bar set up to get a drink. There was a guy there, a lean swimmer type build in his mid 50’s, with a big meaty looking uncut cock hangin between his legs (shit is anyone here even hung just average I wonder) mixing a drink in a solo cup. “Hi, I’m David, Luis’ partner, welcome to the party” “I’m Dale” I said shaking his hand. “Here, I just made this cocktail, why don’t you take it, you look a little nervous, this will help you relax” I take the drink and basically chug it. It wasn’t quite what I expected, not really alcohol. “Just some g and juice” he says” it’ll help you for the party” he leans over and whispers into my ear, his mustache tickling my ear. “You’re a sexy man, I read your profile you slut and I can’t wait to get you on your knees”. Oh my God, my head is already swimming a bit from the edible, and now this hot man’s words are melting me. “I can’t myself” I reply, trying to sound a tone or so more butch than I really am. Right about then about three new guys arrive and one of them, a cute early 40’s looking jock type very loudly says “Why the fuck isn’t anyone sucking dick yet”? Jose speaks up “Dale over there was internet famous choking on dick at Folsom this year, someone get that bitch on his knees” He’s coming off way more demanding , forceful and even a bit mean, not like the kind of nice guy I met in the bathroom. “Bring the slut the center of the room” another guy says as two guys basically grab my arms, twsting them behind my back a bit and steer me to the center of the room. A black guy laughs at me “Oh shit look at the skuts face, I can’t tell if that’s fear or the beginnings of rapture. I saw that vide and he was fully getting his face fucked” maybe there was a video. How had I missed that? I’m pushed down on my knees and 5 or so of the guys start to crowd in around me stroking increasingly growing cocks. “Here you go bitch, suck this for me, let’s get this party started” a gruff voice on a big burly type says and he basically shoves a fat cock in front of my mouth. These guys have no idea how much all this slut talk and abuse is turning me on, or maybe they do….

this is a slow build but maybe it will be enjoyable as it progressss. My first story I just had my one year anniversary of retirement and my 6 month anniversary of divorce. You see my wife had been cheating on me while I worked for 25 years to build us a life. I thought she was happy but I guess I was too distracted. My kids didn’t even know. My wife was a few years older than me so I just thought it was menopause or whatever. My kids were just as shocked as I was that this would happen. I will say though that they have really supported me during all of this. I provided for the family and ensured that everyone had opportunities to excel. I didn’t give it all to them and in think that’s what they now appreciate the most. They appreciated having had chores, responsibilities, having to pay their own way to college, having skin in the game. These young people who get it all and are never satisfied really are a drag on society and will be forever. I didn’t want my children to end up like that. When the divorce was finalized my ex wife didn’t get all that she wanted. The judge saw through all the bullshit and even said “ this man gave you everything you wanted, a home, a family, no need to work while you were raising the children and you betrayed the vows. You will only get 2000 per month, I hope your new spouse can pick up the slack”. She was floored, I was relieved. Though I really dislike writing that check every month it could have been worse. I suppose it helped that I’m in the security and IT industry and had ample evidence. Once I suspected something was up I didn’t lead on I just tightened my surveillance and built the case. About three months after the divorce a large competitor approached me to buy my humble consulting firm. Let’s just say that I never have to work again and can travel the world or focus on the philanthropic missions that I choose. Bitch was pissed when she found out she missed out on that lottery. One of the first things I did after selling was buy a light twin airplane. A Beechcraft Baron, a 1978 model B55. It was a typical 70s era plane in awful pain scheme and even worse interior. I had a Beech specialty shop do a complete refurbishment to include new engines, interior, paint, state of the art Avionics. You couldn’t buy a new plane better than this one. I’ve been flying it and have 200 hours as pilot in command of this airplane and it’s been wonderful. My goal is to travel to all the places on the west coast I never got to visit. Someone famous once said “give me a mile of road and I’ll show you a mile of countryside, a mile of runway and I’ll show you the world”. That definitely applies. So to keep from being lonely I just fly places and live out of a suitcase. I stay were I want for as long as I want and that’s it. Now here’s the story that you are probably getting impatient to read. Last week I was in Boston visiting one of my children. Spent a week there with my new grandchild. It was time to go so I decided I’ve not been to Knoxville Tennessee in many years. Let’s go there and spend a day there before deciding where to go next. I took off out of a small airport outside of Boston headed to Knoxville. I land at the Knoxville downtown island airport which parallels a river near university of Tennessee. I rent a car and head to get some dinner and a hotel. I decided I was hungry, so stopped for dinner and a drink. As I finished my meal I could see a commotion across the way at another table. A skinny young man with a camerabag, a few tattoos, and a purple streak in his hair was arguing with the waitress. It appeared that his card was declined. It couldn’t have been much because I could see he only had a water and a small salad but it was still an issue. My waiter was bringing my check and I asked what was happening over there. I was right. His card was declined. I told mine that I would take care of his check. As I was leaving not thinking a thing about it further the young man comes up by my car and thanks me for taking care of his tab. It was no problem I was happy to do it. I knew that I would get the blessing later in life. I just didn’t know how soon that would be or what. He explained that he had just been expelled from UT because his father decides he wouldn’t pay for his college anymore, or anything else for that matter. He had been basically disowned. I asked why and he said that his father found out he was gay. How old are you I asked. I’m 22 he said. I have a son that is exactly your age I told him. So do you have a job or a place to stay? No, I’m homeless as of 2 hours ago. I lived in an apartment my family got for me but that’s gone too. I have no money and I don’t know what to do. I’m going to sell my camera and lenses he said so I can find a place and look for a job. I was once a photographer myself I told him. What kind of camera do you use. Leica he said. Now that’s a real high end enthusiast brand so this boy comes from an affluent family it seems. I mentioned that he should be able to get good money for it. I asked what he planned to do for a job. He didn’t know but he fancied himself as an urban photographer and journalist but that doesn’t pay much and he didn’t appear to have the muscles for manual labor. He even said as much stating “I’m just a twink and will probably just have to suck dick to make ends meet.” I didn’t know what a twink was, but didn’t say anything. I told him I was just visiting town and was very tired. I said I would be happy to get him a hotel room so he had a place to stay. He agreed and he got into my car. On the way to the Hilton he thanked me said he couldn’t repay me, yet at least. I said don’t worry about it. Checking in I asked him how long he needed the room. He shrugged like he hadn’t thought about that. Our rooms were next to each other and I said good night. I mentioned that I was having breakfast downstairs at 8am and if he wanted to join that would be fine. About midnight I woke up and couldn’t sleep. I guess I was just thinking about this young man, Peter was his name. I got up and was going to go to the hotel gym. As I left my room I noticed that Peter’s door was slightly cracked. I don’t know why but I pushed it open a little further and I saw Peter on all fours with his ass up in the air and a blindfold on. I was startled and aghast I just kept walking and went to the gym. I worked out about 40 minutes and headed back up and the door was still cracked. I looked again and Peter was getting his ass eaten by some other young fella. “Well he did say he was gay” I thought to myself. I went to my room. I got back in bed but I was still thinking about what I saw. I get it out of my mind. My dick even twitched a little and a few minutes later I could hear what was going on next door and that got me hard. So hard in fact I jerked off. I didn’t know why I was feeling this way. If never had these thoughts before. What’s the matter with me? The next morning I went to the breakfast room and there was Peter. “I saved a spot for you he said”. Thank you I replied. This is going to be awkward I thought to myself. I ate my breakfast and we chatted. He asked what my plans were and I said. I think I’m going to go to Utah to the Zion national park and take in the sights. His eyes perked up and said that he had been there when he was young and loved it. A beautiful place he said. Before I could think I said. “So you want to go with me?” “YES!! But I have no money, as you already know”. “Don’t worry about it, we will work something out”. He gave me a little grin. I’m ready to go I said. When can you be ready, I asked I need 30 minutes to shower and change if that’s okay? I said be ready in the lobby in 45 min and we will leave. “That’s going to be a long drive Mark. “No not really I said as he looked at me with puzzlement.” 45 min. I don’t like people being late. It was getting warmer and Peter made it to the lobby with his camera bag and duffle. He was wearing a tshirt that said #BBBH and some really short shorts with flip flops. I had no clue what that meant and we got in the car. I’m happy to help drive he said. We won’t be driving much I told him. We are gonna fly. “Sir, that’s a lot of money and I just don’t feel right about you paying my way”. I’m headed there anyway, might as well have some company. “What airline are we flying mark”. I looked at him and said jokingly “MarkAir”. “Never heard of it he said. We pulled into the parking lot of the downtown island airport. Peter bent over into the back seat and I could see he was wearing a blue thong as he grabbed his things. “Wait, you are a pilot?” “Yep we are gonna take my plane west. we will stop in St Louis Missouri for fuel and get a bite to eat and decide if we want to go further today. “Sounds great to me he said, I’ve never even been on a small plane before”. I asked “have you ever seen a grown man naked” he paused. “I guess you’ve never seen the movie airplane, never mind it was a poor choice of joke”. “Well mark, I’m kinda fond of naked men, that’s why I’m in this mess”. I stammered “I didn’t mean anything by what I said, I was just quoting a movie”. “ uh huh, I saw you looking at my thong mark”. I blushed and we walked through the gate to the plane. "Put your gear in the back while i go pay the fuel bill" "Yes sir, can i keep my camera close?" "sure, that's no problem" i told him. I pay the bill and head back out to the airplane. Peter is taking a selfie by the prop in a sexy model type pose. "What are you doing Mark? This young man is gonna get you in trouble, you know it" but i was already mesmerized by him. He was really nice, seemed to be pretty smart but dumb as a hammer in regards to walking around sense. But, then again, I knew nothing really about this boy so who's the dumb one? "I'm so excited he yells out to me as i get close" I smile and said me too, now lets get going west. Since he's never been in a small plane before I normally let my passengers know everything that is going on so they can be at ease. He helps me to do the preflight and go throught the checklist. Once that is done we get in and buckle up. The baron kinda has a bench seat up front, so its cozy. "Can I sit by you?" he asks. "Fine by me, but the back is more comfortable if you want to stretch out" "No, i want to be near you daddy, I mean Mark" I look over at him and pretend i didn't hear that as I lean over him and pull the door to and lock it. His eyes were very wide as he looked over his little round sunglasses as we began our take off roll to the west. The nose comes up and then the main wheels leave the ground, we were flying. "Positive rate, speed increasing, blue line, gear up" i say out to myself i as i reach over to the gear handle and actuate it. "Knoxville approach, Baron tripple 6 romeo just off downtown, we would like to pick up our IFR to sierra tango lima, St. Louis" "666Romeo good morning, squawk 4137 ident" I repeat what the controller says confirming a squawk code of 4137. "tripple 6 romeo radar contact just off downtown, climb and maintain seven thousand, expect higher in one zero minutes, altimeter 30 decimal 12." "climb and maintain 7000, 30.12, tripple 6 romeo" I reply. Peter is intently listening on his headset and grinning from ear to ear with excitement. I'm pretty excited too but i'm trying to maintain some professionalism as I have a passenger. But I can't help but look at his beautiful legs and feet as now he's kicked off his flip flops and is sitting next to me with his legs crossed watching my every move, every adjustment of throttles. His eyes are all over me and it starts to happen. I'm getting an erection. I try to hide it by casually setting my chart in my lap to cover the tent growing in my slacks. He looks me in the eye and smiles. I'm busted. A little while later the controller tells us we are cleared to 11,000 feet direct to STL. I put the autopilot on and relax a little. Peter is enjoying the ride and I tell him, "now we just sit back and relax" " are you gay mark?" i wasn't expecting this at all to come over my headset. "uh, um, no i'm not peter uh," "okay, just checking. Did you hear anything last night? Did I keep you up?" "well, peter, i uh, saw, uh hmm, yes I heard you son" I just called him son! "what are you doing?" I ask myself. "Good, I had hoped you would" he says. "Actually, I got up and I noticed your door was ajar and i saw you on your hands and knees" "Good, i'm glad you saw that because you are going to get that ass tonight daddy" He leans over and lays a full on tongue kiss on my lips and my heart skips a beat, but for some reason I let it happen and I actually enjoyed it. He reaches down and feels my hard dick and licks his lips. "I would blow you right here but, i'm gonna take a little nap and let you process all of this....daddy" I was speachless. about 2 and a half hours pass and we are getting closer to missouri. Peter's been asleep since he teased me and i've been checking in with the various controllers. We've been stepped down in altitude to sequence us in for a landing and we are now at 5000 feet. There is a low pressure system here and its cloudy and overcast. You cannot see the ground. We are in a layer of clouds and i'm entirely on instruments. Its like being in a lightbulb. The windows just look like frosted glass. "baron tripple 6 romeo, turn left heading 210." "Left turn 210 tripple 6 romeo" as soon as I unkeyed the microphone a loud bang and the airplane shakes violently. Then again, and now the pilot side windscreen is broken and there is wind rushing in and blood everywhere. Peter is startled awake and is panicing. I've got my hands full as the abrupt change in attitude has disconnected the autopilot so i'm hand flying with one eye covered in blood, wind rushing into the cabin, and we are still in the clouds so its wet. I reach over to calm peter down. I get my headset back on that was knocked off my head in the commotion. i start telling peter to calm down its okay, he's crying and shaking. "you are bleeding mark!" I tell him "yes i know, but i'm okay." "What happened" "I don't know son but we have got to get out of the clouds and land." "mayday mayday 666Romeo needs to decend immediatly. Declaring an emergency" The previously quite radio and boring job the controller has had up until now has just gotten interesting. "tripple 6 romeo roger, just let me know what you need. descend at pilots discretion" "tripple 6 romeo, pilots descretion" was my only reply. a few seconds later the controller comes back on and asks me to specify the issue. By this time i've figured out what has happened. "99 romeo, bird strike. We've apparently hit a flock of sandhill cranes" there was the remains of one of those birds all over my fucking airplane. "the pilot windscreen is busted and we have a pretty good vibration but controls are free and correct at this time. we need to land immediately, request vectors to nearest airport" "roger tripple 6 romeo, the cloud bases turn to broken at 4000 then few at 2500 in your sector, nearest airport is 15 miles off your left wing, turn left 180, i'll get you the unicom frequency and get you vectors for the ILS" " I need a VFR field i'm injured and with this wind in my face its pretty difficult here." "mark, let me help" peter says. "okay son, look for the button on this big screen that says NRST, that's the nearest airport button, and see if you can find something to wipe this blodd from my face" Peter strips off his shirt and pats my face with it trying to help. "666Romeo, state fuel remaining and souls onboard" the controller asks. I think to myself, souls onboard. I've never been asked that before and its an errie question to hear. "2 hours fule, and 2 souls, 666Romeo." "are we going to make it" peter asks. "well, i'm not giving up yet son" i reply to him. the vibration is getting worse and worse. my face is now clear of blood and only a few scratches are present on me and they aren't too bad. i can see everything now and have the airport dialed into my gps and the approach plate pulled up on the second screen. I'm talking to myself briefing the approach. Peter is cold, he's used his shirt to wipe my face and i can tell his nipples are hard. Without thinking i reach over and flick one of them and smile, like this is a routine day at the office. I don't know but it seemed to calm him just a little. By now we have broken out of the clouds and i'm feeling better about the situation but i notice that the cylinder head temps on the left engine are rising slowly and we still have this vibration. I thought to myself, maybe we hit more than one, maybe the engine nacelle is clogged up with bird. The right engine is fine, normal temps. "99 romeo airport 12 o'clock 9 miles. Airport is untowered, 6000ft long, elevation 789, altimemter is 29.10. I read back the info and no sooner than i said that we have a severe yaw to the left, the RPM's go high and the plane is now violently shaking. The engine is still making power so I'll take it. I've trained for engine failures but I'd rather not shut it down if I don't have to. But it doens't feel good at all. I decide to feather the engine and shut it down. We are 7 miles out. Peter is now holding onto me, he's shaking more than the airplane. With the engine stopped i see the problem. With that last jolt we lost a blade off the three bladed prop. "runway in sight, tripple 6 romeo." The controller comes back, "roger 666Romeo, we have advised the onfield contacts of your arrival and emergency, they have local fire standing by. Good Luck sir, let us know by phone or radio when you are on the ground" "Thanks for your help boss, tripple 6 romeo" "alright peter, we have one engine, and one chance to get this right. I'm going to wait till the last moment to put the gear down. I don't want to make to many changes of configuration since we are stable. 3 miles to go, gear down, flaps set. we are crabbed into the wind 1 mile to go" You can see the firetrucks and police cars staged at midfield, peter has his hands over his eyes. without looking to him i just calmly say over the headset, its going to be alright son, daddy will take care of you." a minute later the screeching of our wheels touching down and peter looks up. I've now had to shutdown the right engine and we are just rolling under momentum as we are then followed by the trucks and roll to a stop. Peter jumps into my arms and gives me the biggest hug of my life. I hold him for a minute just to compose myself. "you did it sir, you saved my life" "hey, if you hadn't gotten on this airplane you wouldn't have had to go through this ordeal" "I've never felt so alive mark. I'm going to make you a happy man tonight. After this, i'm going to introduce you to things you've never even imagined." "by now we have arrived in a small country town with a country airport and this obviously gay boy is in my lap as the fire cheif looks in and says "welcome to Gardendale, looks like you boys had a rough go of it." all i could muster up to reply was "Its been a challenge" To be continued

Nick and Dane kept up an impressive regime of breeding me for the next two weeks, during which time I also got to spend some time meeting everyone else who lived in the mansion and the outhouses. It was all a bit overwhelming, but the longer I spent there the more I realised it was exactly where I needed to be. I didn’t really know what that actually meant, as while I hoped Bill and Hank would agree to me moving in, I couldn’t believe that they would just take in a freeloader without having him do something. “They’ll find a place for you” was all Nick ever said when I raised it with him. What I did find odd is that my only interaction with the owners up to that point had been when they first found Nick using me in the trees. I had caught glimpses of them here and there when I was outside enjoying the pool, but I had yet to actually speak to either one of them. Nick just shrugged this off too when I mentioned it to him. “They’ll come and find you at some point” he said, “in their own time.” What I suspected it meant is that they were trusting Nick to really test out whether I could stay the course, take everything he and Dane had to give, and eventually get myself pozzed. Fortunately my resolve on that only got stronger with each passing day, with a growing impatience in me that it hadn’t happened yet. Anyway, two weeks to the day since I had first followed Nick into the trees, I was lounging on the bed in his and Dane’s outhouse, flicking between YouTube videos while I waited for them to get back from an errand they had been sent on. When the outhouse door opened I assumed it would be one of them, but when I looked up I saw Bill standing in the doorway staring at me. I jolted up and off the bed. “Hello” he said, giving a hint of a smile while he looked me up and down. “Hello” I replied, before adding “sir.” “We haven’t had a chance to talk yet” he said. “No sir” I responded. “Has Nick been taking good care of you?” he asked. “Yes sir” I said, “this has been the best two weeks of my life.” “And you want to keep it going” he stated. “Yes sir” I said. “Well” he sighed, “Nick speaks very highly of you, and told me he thinks you’re ready.” “Ready sir?” I asked. “For the talk” he replied. He turned and walked out, and I knew I was supposed to follow so I hastily put on my flip-flops and went after him. He was heading into the trees along the path I had first arrived here on, and I hurried after him until I was a couple of paces behind. We then walked in silence along the path, before taking a turn and heading into a thicker part of the forest. As we did so, I glanced along the path we were turning off and saw a guy I thought might be called Marc just standing there looking at me. I briefly paused to look back at him, before he gave me what felt like a knowing smile and a wink. I blinked back at him, and then hurried on after Nick. The sound of the sea got progressively louder, and then we emerged onto a small section of pristine beach between two rocky outcrops, with not another soul around. Nick turned right and walked along the edge of the sand for a few paces until he reached a wooden bench that had been placed there facing the sea. He sat down on one end of it, and then looked back at me while in a way that told me I was also supposed to take a seat. We sat in silence for a while, just looking out at the waves while my nerves started to go. I just knew that my future here was going to depend on whatever happened during the next few minutes. Bill eventually pulled a packet of cigarettes out a pouch on his harness, then offered me one. He lit them both up, and then briefly fixed his gaze on me. “So what’s your story” he eventually asked. “Why are you here?” I gulped, and then as he looked at me in anticipation of a response, I took a deep draw of the cigarette to gather myself. I then started at the beginning, telling him about my life, my desires, my wedding, and my epiphany two weeks earlier when Nick entered my world. He listened intently, but I could not get much of a sense of anything from his facial expressions. “That’s quite a common story you know”, he said when I had finished. “Many a boy who has passed through here has had a similar tale to tell.” “Well, maybe you all just have a way of freeing men like me in a way nothing else can” I said, which got a warm smile from him. “So you’re a mechanic” he said. “Yes” I replied. “I love working with cars, on engines, on anything really.” “You sound like a useful person to have around” he said, causing my stomach to jump a little in excitement. “I like to work” I said. “I mean, I’ve enjoyed the last two weeks, but I am starting to get a bit restless.” He laughed at that. “Will have to have a word with young Nickyboy” he said. “He cannot possibly be fucking you enough if you’ve got time to get restless!” “They’ve been fucking me plenty” I said with a smile. “But I do want to do something useful.” He gave me a warm smile, and then reached over and patted my back. “Relax boy” he said. “This isn’t an interview. You’re already in.” “Oh” I said, a bit taken aback. “You may not know this, but Nick is like a son to me” he said. “He’s the smartest of them all, and a good man. When he tells me a boy belongs here, his word is enough.” I didn’t know what to say, and just sat there staring at the ground. Suddenly it was all very real. I would be staying. “He’s not the only one who wants you here” Bill continued, causing me to look up at him. “Greg?” I asked, after a pause. “He likes you” Bill said. “It’s been too long since I saw that sparkle in his eye.” “I like him too” I said. “I mean, I’m new to all this, but I do like him too.” “I’m glad to hear it” he said. “Just don’t rush into anything, OK? He’s got a big heart under all the shits and giggles, and I don’t want to see it broken again.” I nodded, realising my sense of Greg being a gentler, more vulnerable guy than he presented had been correct. “Anyway” Bill said, “Nick and Dane will no doubt have you joining the ranks soon enough, and then you can decide how much ink you want.” “I can’t wait” I said, my dick gardening at the thought of getting a big biohazard symbol on me somewhere. “Good lad” Bill said. “So how about we sort out the rest of it?” “The rest?” I asked. “Follow me” he said, giving me a wink. He stood up off the bench and went back the way we had come, so I hurriedly followed him again. We headed back to the mansion, then went round the side and got into a golf buggy. Bill then drove us down a track that led out of the trees and onto a dusty track, which he followed until we rounded a corner and another huge mansion came into view. Just as we approached the gate a stunning black car that looked to be custom-made pulled up from the other direction, so Bill stopped the buggy and waited. The car door opened and an absolute hunk got out and came round to speak to us. “Bill” he said, “good to see you.” “Rico” Bill said, “you’ve been working out.” “Gotta do what the man wants, right?” Rico said, smiling and just slightly flexing. “Is he home?” Bill asked. “Come on up” said Rico. He got back in the car and slowly drove in through the gates and up the driveway, with Bill and I following in the buggy. Rico took the car off to the side to a garage, but Bill drove the buggy up to near the front door where we climbed out. Just as we were approaching the main door, it opened and another older man came out. “Bill” he said, “what have you brought me today?” “Just one for decorating” said Bill, with a slightly stern tone. “He’s Nick’s.” “But of course” said the other man. He came towards me, and then looked me up and down. “No ink yet” he said. “Yet to convert” said Bill, which caused the other man to turn towards him with a surprised look on his face. “Yet you’ve already brought him here?” “He’s staying” said Bill, quite firmly. They looked at each other for a brief moment, before the other man turned back to me. He approached a bit closer, and the brought his hand up to touch my chain. He lifted it as though to feel the weight, and then let it drop back onto my chest. “Not a bad piece” he said, “but from the looks of this one we’re going to need to go a lot bigger.” He reached up and stroked his chin while continuing to look at me, and then suddenly twirled around the marched back into the house. “That’s Conrad” Bill said, after a moment. When I didn’t say anything in response, he continued after a pause. “Designer to the stars, but his passion is putting silver on hot men.“ Then it clicked: the ‘look’ that all the men at the house had was thanks to Conrad. “Who is Rico?” I asked. “His current plaything” Bill replied, as we started to walk towards the house. “Though he’s stuck around far longer than any I have known.” “So they’re poz too?” I asked, stating the obvious given their tattoos. “Conrad and I got turned at the same time” Bill said. “Same party, probably the same guy.” “Wow” I said. “Sounds like some party.” “It was” said Bill, chuckling. “Some day I might even tell you the names of a few of the other guests. You’d be shocked.” With that, we headed down a set of stairs into the basement, where Conrad was already at work pulling supplies out of drawers and barking orders in Spanish at two men who were sat in an adjacent studio. Bill motioned for me to take a seat on an armchair while he sat on another, and then we waited. For a good couple of hours Conrad had repeatedly come in and out of the space where Bill and I were sat talking, getting me to stand up so he could look all around my body, and fire off the occasional question about my gym aspirations, haircut thoughts, and what I was thinking of for tattoos when the time came. After that we were ushered out, and Bill told me we now needed to leave him in peace for a few days to work. He drove me back to the house, and as Nick and Dane had returned from their errand I dutifully went back upstairs to their bedroom for another double-fucking. Dane in particular had coached and encouraged me through getting used to it, and while Nick’s piercing still did a number on me every time they both squeezed themselves into my hole, I did start to kind of enjoy it. However, I very much preferred having just one of them in me at a time, as the connection was just so much more intense. Before Conrad could finish whatever he was working on, the flu finally hit me. I had got up and attempted to do something downstairs in my delirious state, but had passed out on a chair in a hallway. I was completely out of it for a couple of days, and when I did eventually come back to earth I found myself in a different bedroom. I initially assumed it was a guest room, until I noticed a wardrobe door slightly open showing it had clothes in it. Looking around I could also see some personal touches here and there, albeit no photos or anything. However, when Greg came into the room a little while after I had woken, it did not actually surprise me to find out I was in his bed. He checked in on me numerous times throughout that day as I remained in bed to fully recover, and then late at night once his duties at the bar were over he came back in just after I had woken from a sleep. He started bedding down on the floor, but I motioned for him to get into the bed with me. He beamed at me, and then climbed in beside me, put his arm around me, and we dozed off together. The next day I felt much more like myself, and was also starving hungry. Max and Kenji cooked me an enormous breakfast, and Greg noted to me that a guy’s first meal after the flu was ‘a free one’ that required no sacrificial offering of a juicy hole to the chefs later on. Once I had eaten my fill with Greg keeping me company, we went outside so I could enjoy my first cigarette in a while. After smoking a second one, Greg then told me to follow him. I duly did, and we ended up going down a set of stairs behind a door I had not seen before into a basement I did not know the house had. There waiting for me were Bill, Hank, Dane and Nick, all sat in chairs round a giant red, black and silver biohazard symbol painted on the floor. “Welcome back” said Bill, giving me a warm smile as he stood up. “You got quite an easy ride compared to some” said Hank, reaching out to shake my hand. “But good to see you on your feet again.” “Thanks” I said. “I feel much better now.” “Anyway” said Bill, “it’s time to properly welcome you in.” By this point all four men were standing, and Greg put a hand on my lower back to encourage me to move forward and stand on the symbol. “We have a little tradition here” said Hank. “When a man brings someone new into our little family” Bill continued, “he gets to adorn his new poz son with whatever Conrad has created.” At this point Nick and Dane approached me, with Dane holding several fairly flat leather boxes. I stared at the boxes, and then at Nick. He had the warmest expression on his face, and then he reached out and pulled me into a long-lasting hug. “Thank you” I whispered to him, the emotion of this finally happening causing my eyes to well up a little. “I’m so proud of you” he whispered back. When we eventually let go of one another, I made eye contact with Dane and mouthed a thank you to him that got a smile and a wink in return. Nick then opened the first box, and my mouth dropped open. EPILOGUE It’s been five years since that fateful day that I followed Nick off the beach. Every year on the anniversary I go down and just spend a bit of time around the spot where Hannah and I had pitched our umbrella, and this year is no exception. I take this annual opportunity to just think about where things were going for me, what might have been if I had not had the guts to stand up and walk into those trees, and what kind of a shell of a man I might have ended up. Of course, I do also think about what I have lost, the friends and family I have little to no contact with anymore, and of course the awful thing I did to Hannah by maintaining the charade for so long. Those thoughts do eventually pass, and for one simple reason: my life is incredible. Curling up with Greg every night in bed never gets old, and it seems like we fall further for each other every morning when we wake up together. The crazy energy he has with other people is just so perfectly balanced by the gentleness, vulnerability and loving nature that only I get to see, and I love each and every day with him. Of course, all relationships in this place are open, and we both enjoy a lot of sex with our fellow residents and visiting tourists. Outside of our bedroom I am basically a bottom, and every night’s lovemaking with Greg starts with him cleaning out the loads I have collected that day. With Greg I am more versatile, and only ever really show the top side of myself with anyone else when he and I are playing together. Of course, on plenty of occasions of playing together with others we both end up bent over taking a pounding, and there is now almost an expectation that Greg and I will jointly thank Max and Kenji for their food for at least one of each day’s ‘shifts’ in their room. A few more men have joined our ‘family’, and a couple have also moved on to pastures new. Greg and I have not brought anyone in, but have talked about possibly doing that some day if we happen upon a tourist who seems like they might fit in. For the most part the visitors that I play with know full well what they’re getting into thanks to the tattoo on my back, and I suspect most of them are on PrEP anyway. As for Greg, he actually prefers sex with fellow residents, leaving it to the likes of Dimitri and Anton to engage in rampant pozzing of men who thought they were just going to the beach for a tan. Then there’s Nick. What can I say about that divine god of the beach? He occupies a place in my heart and in my life that no-one else ever could or will. I love him, and I think he loves me, but it is in a very different way to how we feel about our partners. There was just something about the connection we made over those two weeks that now seems like it can’t be touched, that it can’t be broken, or perhaps you could say with an ironic twist that it can’t be tainted. In the five years I have been here he has not brought any other guys in to the fold, which Bill drunkenly told me one night is because he doesn’t think it would ever be the same for him again after me. Fortunately this bond we have between us has not caused me any issues with Dane, who has become one of my best friends in the house. He and Greg both know that Nick and I just need some time together occasionally. Speaking of which, it’s time to head off for the second part of this special day. Most guys in the house have a yearly ceremonial rutting with their pozzer on the anniversary of when they got their results, but Nick and I have always done it to mark the day we first met. Even without turning round, I can already sense that he’s at the treeline waiting for me, so I’m going to sign off now. Thanks for joining me on this journey, and I hope you all have a charmed day. Yours pozzingly, Joe

I think there is a difference between "breaking the rules" and just making a mistake, plain and simple. I've posted in the wrong areas, and didn't take the time to find out "what post goes where". As far as my opinion on certain subjects, I've been told this is a "safe place" to discuss certain subjects. I've tried to contain myself and just remained quiet when I am repulsed by something, but then again some of my activities I posted aren't accepted or appreciated either. I'm still learning, it's a process....

The meeting of Will and uncle Chester bonus: Chester’s dangerous tool

A preloaded hole is a BONUS, NOT a requirement for me. If I'm first, hopefully I can be last too! 😍 (And THAT would be a requirement for any man with whom I was in a relationship! I'm going to give you your first load of the day. You can take as many loads as you want during the day and evening. But I'm going to give you your last load(s) of the day to remind you whose hole that really is...)

Being "snipped" just eliminates the sperm in his semen....Semen will carry the HIV and yes pre-cum can infect someone.

Thanks mister 😉 Construction club last night for a total of around 15 cocks and 9 loads. The guys last night really appreciated how I milked their cocks and worked for the loads. That plus the sloppy hole and smell of cum was so horny.

My buddy, Brent, asked me if I wanted to come over to his place Friday night. We’d played together several times in the past and always had a great time. He likes to party and loves to work over my ass with his tongue, cock, fingers, and toys. Of course, I was up for it. Then, he asked if I could stay through Saturday. That was new, but a naked, partied-up weekend sounded great, so I made plans to be away for a few days. On Friday, I did a good cleanout, shaved my balls, and trimmed everything else. There’s not a ton of hair on my body, but I keep it tidy. Shaved balls let me wear a cock ring without getting hair caught in it. Brent, on the other hand, is hairy. In fact, one of the first things I noticed about him when we met was how hairy his arms were. That’s often a good indicator of overall hairiness, and Brent didn’t disappoint. Hairy chest, arms, legs, a good bit on his ass, and that sweet little triangle of hair on his lower back. He hits all the right buttons for me. Usually, when I go to Brent’s place, he leaves the back door open for me, and I just walk in and head to the sling. He has it set up in a spare bedroom. I went in, went up to the room, and stripped down to my orange Cellblock 13 jockstrap. The jock focuses all the attention on my ass. I had a metal cock ring around my cock too. Brent came in, wearing just a black cockring. He has a great cock, thicker than most and pretty long. Usually, we smoke a bit when I first get there, and then we get down to business. Today was no exception. He handed me a pipe and torch and told me to take a few good hits. I got about four solid hits, blowing some nice clouds. Brent did a few and handed the pipe back to me, and told me to get really spun since tonight was going to be special. I was intrigued and willing, so I smoked more, feeling it hit my head and my ass. As usual, there were fresh poppers on a shelf nearby, along with some toys, lube, paper towels, and other things we’d need. Brent knelt in front of my ass which was spread wide for him. He teased my hole by blowing on it, occasionally running his hands over it while massaging my ass, and sometimes giving it a little lick. He likes the tease, and it makes me even more horny for something in my ass. He took a big hit off the pipe and blew the clouds on my hole. Soon, Brent was rimming me, making me squirm in the sling. Getting my ass eaten is so hot. There’s something about giving up my hole to another guy that gets me excited. Of course, eating ass is great too, and I hoped to do some of that too. Eventually, Brent stood up and started rubbing his cock all over my ass and hole. He’d slap it against my ass, rub it under my balls, and sweep it over my hole. Each time, my hole would quiver, wondering if this was the moment when he would penetrate me. Soon, it was that moment, and Brent placed the head of his cock against my hole and shoved just a little bit in. He knows that I like that initial entry, so he took it slow. He went in a little deeper but had to pull out to lube things up some more. Brent lubed up his cock and then added some to my hole, dribbling it down my crack and into my eager hole. He pushed some in with his fingers and then slid his cock back in. With the extra lube, it was a breeze for him to get in balls deep. He fucked me for a bit but said he didn’t want to cum yet, so he pulled out. He went downstairs to get us some drinks. When he came back, he sat on the sofa in the room while I stayed in the sling. He likes watching me. He was stroking his cock, and I would play with my hole. We finished our drinks, and he got up to fuck me again. This time, he got right inside me and started thrusting. He has a long cock, so he can get deep inside me when we fuck. While he was fucking me, he stopped and said, “Hey, Alex”. I turned to see who the new guy was. Obviously, his name was Alex, and he looked to be around our age, tall and sort of chunky. He stripped down, revealing a thick cock with great low-hanging balls. He’s not hairy like Brent but had a nice body with big nipples. Brent had stepped back, leaving my hole empty, so Alex took his place, lubed his cock, and drove it into me. He asked Brent if there were any loads inside me yet, and Brent said no. Alex said that he would change that. Sounded good to me. He was a more energetic fucker than Brent. Alex pounded me hard, stretching my hole with his thick cock. Soon, he said that he was going to cum, and I felt his cock pulse in my ass as he dumped his load in me. Alex pulled out, slapped my ass, thanked Brent, got dressed, and left. A short, but welcome, fuck. Brent got between my legs and spread my hole open with two fingers to see the cum inside me. He stuck his cock in and churned it around for a bit before pulling out. He stuck a butt plug up my ass. Brent asked if I wanted more, and I said yes. Good, he said, a few more guys are coming over. My ass twitched in anticipation of multiple loads. The next guy to arrive was Stephen. Handsome, bearded, and furry all over, he first smoked up, sharing some with me and Brent, before he started eating my ass. He had to taste the cum from Alex. He fucked me for a while before declaring that he needed a break to get hard again. When he pulled out, I told him to feed his dick to me. He came up, and I started to lick and suck his cock. Ass to mouth is hot, and it was even better when Brent stuck his dick back inside me. Then Henry showed up. He stripped, showing a tight swimmer’s body that was fully shaved. His cock looked like a big one, but it was still hanging low. I was excited to see what it would be like when it was hard. He took a few hits off the pipe and started to rub his cock around my ass. I could feel him getting bigger as he moved it around. He’d stick it in my ass and then pull it back out again, rubbing it against my ass and hole. He did this for a while before pounding it back in. He fucked me hard before blowing his load too. Then, he pulled out, sat down on the couch, and picked up the pipe. He’d play with his cock and hole right in my line of sight, which was great to see. He was staring greedily at my cum filled ass while he was doing this. Next came Peter. Short, with kind of an olive complexion. He was covered in fur. Brent knows how much I like playing with a hairy guy, so he suggested that I might want to eat Peter’s ass. So, I got out of the sling, and Peter got in. Fuck, that was an inviting hole. I licked, sucked, and tongue fucked him while he was getting spun by Brent. Peter said that he should fuck me before he got T dick, so we swapped spots again, and he fucked me, dumping another load. Henry was hard and ready again, so he dove into my ass with his cock. This time, it took longer for him to cum, but he almost collapsed when he did. While I was getting fucked, Peter was eating Brent’s ass, then sucking his cock. They swapped around too, with Brent servicing Peter’s ass and cock. It’s sexy to see other guys getting it on with each other while I’m getting fucked. After Henry shot his load in me, a few other guys came by. There was Adam, who was able to fuck me for a really long time before cumming. Then Tom, who was another quick fuck and breed. Kevin came by and sat between my legs and felched out some of the loads that were in there before he fucked and bred me. He stayed around after too. I got a few loads from some of the guys, but Brent still hadn’t bred my ass. He’d fuck me between guys but still no load from him. I knew that he usually blows a huge load so maybe he wanted to wait until my ass was full before adding his to the mix, causing cum to ooze out of my hole. After eight loads (they were keeping track on a whiteboard in the room), Brent stepped between my legs. My hole was ready for him. He told me to take a big hit of poppers and get ready to be bred. I did. He entered my ass and pumped in and out. He shoved in deep, and I felt his cock spasm inside me while his body was shaking as he collapsed on my chest. Fuck, that was good! Brent and I kissed a bit. I licked his pits and tongued his nipples. Then, he asked if I was happy with the session. Of course, I told him, it was an amazing evening. That was when he told me that it was almost 3 in the afternoon on Saturday. I got to his place around 8 on Friday, so we had been playing for almost 20 hours. I got out of the sling, got cleaned up, dressed and headed home, where I tumbled into bed. With all the T and excitement, sleep wasn’t coming. But I had a few toys that would feel great inside me, so I got them out and worked over my well-used (and cum filled) hole for another few hours. It was a great weekend.

I believe sex should be good for everyone involved - if it's not, and someone wants to stop for whatever reason I will stop. Depending on the guy - and the reason - I may or may not give it another try another time. It's not the end of the world if I don't get to cum one time lol. Honestly, if a bottom cums while I'm fucking him that'll usually trigger my orgasm at the same time anyway 🙂

I woke up to the feeling of Nick slowly moving his cock in and out of me again, and I chose to just stay quiet while he gently fucked another load into me. It felt great, and more intimate than any of the sex I had experienced so far on this crazy day. His increasingly panting breath on my neck only added to the experience. After he filled me with my umpteenth toxic load, I gripped hold of the arm round me. “Thanks” I whispered. “Plenty more where that came from” he breathily said into my ear. “Not just for the load” I replied. “For everything.” He didn’t say anything in response, instead just giving me a bit of a squeeze. He then started to pull out of me, and I turned onto my back to watch him slide off the bed. He stood up, looked down at me with a warm smile, and then padded off to the bathroom and closed the door. Moments later I could hear the shower running. I reached over to the side table and got a cigarette out of the packet there, lighting it up to enjoy my first solo smoke in a long time. I then just lay there, looking up at the ceiling as thoughts about this day began to run through my head. It was all a bit overwhelming, but strangely nothing felt at all wrong about it, and I got none of the panic in my guts that I had done throughout my life when thoughts of men, my true feelings and so on had entered my brain. This truly was where I belonged. I stubbed out the cigarette, the shower still going next door, and then reached for my phone. I opened it up to see a litany of messages and missed calls from Hannah, my parents, my brother, and Ben (my best man at the wedding). I looked through a few of them, and then felt a surge of confidence go through me. I opened up the group chat that had been used for my bachelor party, and typed out a message. Guys, I’m gay. Always have been. Should never have married Hannah, and I will never forgive myself for this. But I’ve met some guys here who have shown me the life I need to live. I’m staying here with them. I’m sorry. Please tell Hannah I’m sorry. Joe I hit Send before I got cold feet, and then turned my phone off. Only at that point did I realise I had been holding my breath the whole time, and I took a huge gulp of air as my stomach started doing somersaults. The shower has turned off, and Nick emerged soaking wet and wearing a towel, looking somehow even hotter than he had on the beach when all this had started. “You OK?” he asked. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Just told all the boys back home I’m gay” I said. “Freaking out a bit.” Nick stared at me for a moment, and then went over to his phone and typed out a very quick message. “OK” he said. “Let’s get you un-freaked.” A minute later the door burst open and Greg came bounding into the room again, that enormous grin still plastered on his face. “This one needs to get drunk” said Nick, pointing at me. “Now THAT I can do!” Greg bellowed, holding his hand out to me to pull me up off the bed. “Shorts?” Nick opened a drawer in the dresser and pulled out some navy gym shorts that he chucked at me. I duly pulled them on, and then Greg grabbed my hand and pulled me along after him out of the room. We careened down the corridor to a different set of stairs, which he practically pulled me down before leading me down another corridor that opened into a large room that had been done up as a bar lounge. “What’s your poison?” he said, letting go of my hand and striding behind the bar. “Vodka” I said. “Good man” he said, giving me another grin. While he set to preparing our drinks, I couldn’t help but take a peek through a door to the side of the bar. It turned out to be a kitchen, where two studs were busy chopping vegetables while they both seemed to be lost in their own worlds, listening to music on big noise cancelling headphones. I watched for a moment, and then stepped back into the lounge as Greg put two vodkas with ice on the counter, along with a couple of packets of cigarettes. “You’ve met Zahir and Max I see” he said, lighting up a smoke. “In the kitchen?” I replied, to which he nodded. “Can’t say I met them. They seem busy.” “That’s how they are” Greg said, shrugging a little. “They go into their little zones while they cook up a storm in there.” “Do they cook for everyone?” I asked, taking a seat on a bar stool and reaching for a cigarette. “Whoever’s around” Greg replied. “The deal is, one guy who eats their food each meal then has to go join them upstairs after.” He smiled and winked at me. “To get fucked?” I asked, blowing out smoke. “That’s been my experience” Greg said, chuckling. “But I think sometimes they switch it up a bit.” “Are they together?” I asked, before taking my first sip of the ice cold vodka. “Sort of” Greg replied. “Bit hard to tell to be honest, and they keep themselves to themselves.” “What about you?” I asked, before necking back the rest of the shot. “What about me?” Greg said, smirking while he reached over to pour me another one. “You got a boyfriend?” I asked. “I mean, it seems like loads of the guys here do.” “Yeah, they do” he said, with a bit of a sigh. “We’re a lot more loved up here than people might expect.” “But you…” I asked, after he didn’t say anymore. “Had someone” he said, the smile drifting off his face. “But he left.” “Oh” I said. “I’m sorry.” “It’s OK” he replied, “I don’t think he was that into me anyway.” He started to laugh at that, but I saw the first cracks in his jovial demeanour and realised that some of it was probably just be an act. “Well, then from what I have seen so far, he was an idiot” I said. Greg looked a little startled, but then gave me a warm smile. “Yeah?” he said. “Yeah” I replied, smiling back at him. We both necked our shots, and he poured us some more. We then spent a while drinking, smoking and chatting, before being joined by the guys I had seen with Nick on the beach earlier in the day, Zen and Kris. They gave me a warm welcome, saying they weren’t surprised by what they’d heard as they’d noticed me checking the three of them out earlier. They then regaled us of their exploits in the dunes with a 19 year old twink who was on holiday with his family, who was now likely to be getting spit-roasted by Bill and Hank until the sun went down. “Just another young thing getting pregnant on holiday” said Greg, raising his glass for a cheers. The afternoon turned into evening as we drank more, they gossiped about the guys living there, and I told my fairly dull life story. All evening I couldn’t help but gaze at Greg, who seemed to be taking every opportunity to look back at me when the other two were distracted. There was definitely something about the guy that was growing on me the longer I spent with him. As it got properly dark outside, more guys started coming in and getting drinks, slightly overwhelming me with the sight of so many absolute studs of all races and backgrounds, united in the ‘look’ they all went for variations on. My mouth was practically watering. Eventually Nick and Dane appeared. They joined us for one drink, and then they grappled me out of the room and back up the stairs. Slightly off my face on vodka, I took whatever they had to give me all the way to dawn, at which point I passed out with Dane buried inside my cum-filled hole and Nick in turn plugging his boyfriend’s rear end. It had been one truly amazing day, and I couldn’t wait for more…

My first time writing a story. Chapter 1 serves as a prelude. Chemsex element will become more prominent starting in next chapter. Chapter I Finally I'm all done with my exams for my classes. My winter break has officially begun. I cannot wait to head home to see my best friend Keith. "come on. I miss blowing my cum in you and I know you do too. " was the last text I received from Keith a few days ago We've been best friends all our lives. The last weekend before we each off to college, we were in his parents basement playing call of duty. We both proclaimed that we were much better than the other person. To decided that we'd take turn playing 5 rounds. Whoever gets the most kills win. Even though we were the same age. I looked boyish still. I had peaked at 5'9. In shape. Keith and I both are stayed active and played sports all year round. I had define arms and abs but nothing like Keith. He straight up looked like a matured young man in his 20s already. His physique was great. Muscular, blonde, with a charming smile and outgoing personality. 6'3, green eyes and his huge bulge had always been hard to ignore. I've only saw the outline of his dick when we were changing in the locker room a few times. I've seen his mushroom head a few times when we were working out in the weight room. He occasionally didn't wear underwear so when he was spotting me and standing over me at the bench press, I looked up and there it was. His long dick hanging on one side of his shorts. From my angle, it almost seemed like it his shorts could barely consealed it. My dick started getting hard the first time when I focused on his dick too much. After I finished my reps, Keith flicked my boner hard and said "we're almost done handsome. One more set then you are free to take care of yourself so let's stay focus buddy." I didn't know if he knew what got me hard but ever since, I try not to look into his shorts too long bc I didn't think I'd be able to control my urge to wrap my mouth around his mushroom head if I looked at it for too long again. As our two-people video game tournament went on, whoever is off started messing with the other person. At first Keith stood next to the TV and started lifting his shirt up, licked his finger and circled around his perfect nipple a couple times attempted to distract me. When it was his turn, I did the same except I went a step further and pulled down my shorts to show him my butt, supported by a pair of black jockstrap. Each round, we tried to one up the other. He licked the back of my ear, I full on licked his ear inside and out, he even sat behind me and played with my nipples. I made sure I didn't accidentally let out any moaning. Everything was all in the name of distracting the other person of course but I was getting hard. I didn't want Keith to see my boner so my last couple rounds I laid on my stomach instead so Keith wouldn't see my rock hard dick. As soon as my last round started, he pulled down my shorts, exposing my whole butt. I said "I played the game naked at home so that ain't going to do anything to hurt my game. If anything, it puts me at ease to take the crown for sure". My attention is fully on the game but I heard Keith said "is that so?" and I heard him walking away, opened and closed his drawer, and I heard couple bottles opening and closing. I said "are you getting your beside lotion? If you are, that's perfect. I could use a nice shoulder rub. You can start calling me the king bc I'm on my way to break my personal best" then I heard Keith whisper right next to my ear softly "we'll see about that. Tell me. Do always play this game at home with a hard on? ". He then reach into the sofa and grab my hard dick and lean me on my side slightly and started stroking it. He caught me off guard but I thought we were still trying to one up the other person so I said "keep stroking that. My dick is hard only bc the first thing you gonna have to do after I win is to put that down your throat". His arm wrapped around my neck and pulled me closer to him and said "you haven't won yet mister. You still need 10 kills and only 60 seconds to go". When he did that, he shotgun me a mouth full of smoke that he got off his vape and gave me a good head buzz. Meanwhile, He stopped stroking me and rest his hands on my hip. I didn't noticed that he had lube up his dick and was sliding up and down my butt crack. By the time I realized what he was doing, I felt a little warming sensation and heard a wet pop, his whole head slid into my ass before I could make a sound. By the time I did make a sound, his had his hand and a wet rag over my mouth. The rag smelled like some sort of chemical so my vision started to blurred and my body went soft. Mean while, he felt my muscle relaxed so his dick made its way deeper. I wanted to moan but I did everything I could to hold back bc the basement door suddenly opened. Keith's mom brought us a plate of fruit. She noticed that we were cuddling, which was something we had casually done before. We both still had our shirts on so nothing appear out of ordinary to her. She was completely unaware that we had no nothing on under the blanket that Keith throw on us last minute and her son's dick was making his way up my virgin asshole. It was so big and made me feel so full. I didn't even know how much I had taken bc it took everything out of me to aoo normal. When Keith's mom looked away for a few to turn up the basement theremostat for us, Keith placed the rag over my nose and mouth once again and whispered to me "take a deep breath then hold it in". As I followed Keith's instructions, I could feel his dick going deeper and deeper slowly as I inhaled. His mom turned up the thermostat the started making her way back up stairs. "you boys behave down here" she said as she made her way up. I let out the deep breath of poppers i inhaled and grab a big pillow and put my head into it and let out the moan I've been holding back for what felt like eternity. As soon as I lifted my head up, Keith put the rag in front of my nose and mouth once more and said "couple more deep breath. You're so tight but you're almost there. Baby Come on. You can do it. Take it all the way in". I could feel Keith pulling his dick 2/3 of the way out to reapply the warming lube on the shaft of his dick. His hands are covering my nose and mouth with such force that I was inhaling poppers whether I liked it or not. I feel my vision closing in, my ass warming up, and his balls now touching my butt. When his hard throbbing dick was all the way in he whispered "good job, Ben. That was all 10 inches of me. Relax and just feel it in you. Inhale more poppers on the rag and just focus on the feeling. I bet you can feel my blood pumping through my dick, can't you? It is hard as a rock bc damn you have a nice hole. Tight like mine just a year ago. I saw you made a tent earlier when I pinched your nipples so I decided to go for it. You're the first person to take in all of my dick. I'm impressed. Here take two more deep breath, one on each side." Keith put the popper bottle right under my nose this time. Left then right. "good now hold it" he straddle on top of me, grabbed the remote and turned on some music on TV and shoved my head deep into the pillow and held on hands together behind my back with one hand and started moving his pelvis back and forth. My head was buzzing and I was moaning without holding back now but with my head shoved in the pillow and music playing, my moaning was barely audible. Keith's head was massaging my prostate in a steady rhythm. I could hear him trying to keep his own moaning down. "oh ben.. I'm gonna cum soon. Are you ready for it?" I knodded. Then I felt Keith pressing his body hard against my back and his body tensed up, 4-5 warm waves of his warm cum hitting my inner rectum wall. When he rolled down on my side and turned me side way, his mushroom head touched my prostate and the pressure of it and his warm cum made me shot my cum hard hands free. I let out the first groan without anything over my mouth. He panicked and covered my mouth with his big hand through the rest of my orgasm. My cum got on his hair, my hair, our faces. After 30 seconds or so.... He finally started letting go of me. We both covered in sweat and cum and was still recovering from the intense pleasure that we just had. I said "why did we wait until now to do this?" he said "I don't know but I promise you this won't be the last. I have so much more to show you". We parted way a few hours later on our way to our college. We wanted to fuck once more but his parents interrupted us every few minutes we honestly couldn't. Keith slapped my butt as I walked upstairs and said, I guess I will see you during winter break. I'll have a good Christmas present for you. He giggled. I had no idea what was on his mind but all I know was no cock had felt nearly as good as his since I got to college. However, I did learn a few new tricks that I plan on showing him when I see him. 😏

I'm a gay Dad. I have two children and one of them still lives with me recovering from an injury. This limits my ability to host or even have sex. Not complaining, just setting the stage for my weekend of fun. My son decided to go to a friends for New Years. This left me home alone. As soon as he announced I started planning. I was excited. This is the second weekend in the last month where I was able to actually host and be the cumdump that I am!! I set the stage, setup the lighing, got cleaned out, lubed up, harness out, poppers out, jockstrap on, updated my profile on Sniffies, Grindr and BBRT. I was ready. Ass up waiting for a cock to breed me. First up was a was a young guy out running errands. He had hit me up on sniffies. He was looking to stop by and dump a load and go! He was out running errands and he told me he would hit up a little later. I waited patiently. Eventually he hit me up and was on his way. I was on all fours waiting. He came in, I could hear him come up the stairs, undress. It's so exciting. He mounted me, pumped his raw load into me. I was in pure heaven. I did not see his face or anything about him until he pulled out and I got on my knees to clean off his cock!! Second was a request for a completely anon breeding. He hit me up on BBRT looking for an ass to breed. He messaged me that he could not wait to fuck me. He wanted me ass up, waiting, blindfolded on all fours. I was happy to comply. He came in, undressed, fed me his cock to get hard and then slid into my well lubed (loaded) ass and fucked me. It was great to have my senses heightened and feel my ass get pounded. He fucked me for about 15 minutes and then you could feel him pick up the pace and pound his load into my hole, deep. He got up. He got dressed and left. I have no idea who he is or what he is like. He left his load deep in my hole. Third was a local guy. He chatted with me several times. I thought he was going to be a no-show. He was online, responsive and then would go silent. He eventually hit me up and was going to head over. He was shorter, heavier and a less than average cock. Being the cumpdump that I am, I am not a size queen. He is a top and wants to load me, I am more than happy to offer my ass up. I sucked him hard and when he said he was "ready" I got up on all fours and he pounded his load into me!! Load 3!! Love it, my ass was getting nice and wet and I love that!! There were several other no shows or Ghosts in between these three. I don't understand why guys ask for your address and then go silent. Its frustrating. The next morning I was ready for a few more. Took a shower and was ready to take a few more loads before my son came home. Load four: I think this guy used a translator app. Any time I asked for his ETA, he would respond with his status. Did not matter to me. No matter, just come and pound your load into me. He came, loaded me up, left without much talk. There were the usual flakes, one guy who has been asking to breed me. He sets it up, he then goes missing. I still don't understand. Load five. A 30 year old guy drove across the city to breed me. Like many of the others, I was waiting ass up for him to breed me. I get the thrill when I hear the door open, hear him coming up the stairs. I listen to them undress, the coat, the belt and then the excitement as I feel the hands touch my ass. I hear the excitement as they see my ass they're waiting. I don't look back, I stay focused on the sense and feeling the cock press against my hole. He was excited to breed me. He fucked me good and hard and pounded his load into my hole. Only saw him after he was done and I got on my knees to clean his cock!! My fuckbd was away for the weekend, He was flying home and was hitting me up before he got on the plane. He wanted to load me up as soon as he got back in town. I of course was more than willing and able to satisfy this request. I try and make myself available any time he asks. We have travel schedules that don't exactly line up as good as I would like, but I do try and accommodate him any time I can. I need to say this, he is a great fuck. Out of the 5 other guys that fucked me this past weekend, he hits the spot. We have great thing going, he loves to breed me and I love getting bred. We "fit together" pretty well. He buzzes me in, I come in, get undressed and head to the bedroom where he is usually standing there stroking and ready. I get on the bed in my jock strap and ready for him to mount me. It's a nice cum and go as he calls it, it's a pump and dump and pretty simple. He gets what he wants, I get loaded like I want. This weekend he was really horny, he needed my ass bad. Even know I got fucked 5 times int the last 24 hours, hands down he was the best fuck. We have a rhythm and he knows how to use my ass. He could fuck me all day long (yes I can take it). He fucked me good and deep, it was incredible and then he pounded his load into my willing and eager ass.. At the end I always clean his cock as he stands there waiting for me to get on my knees. He loves that I am a pig. My ass was dripping when I left his place as he pumped a huge load into me. Later he texted me that "he really needed it". So did I. Then he sent me this picture of my ass that he took in this session!! SO FUCKING HOT for many reasons!!

For no particular reason at all I decided to stay at university the summer between my Freshman and Sophomore years. Largely, after having had a taste of freedom living away from home that year it just felt impossible to move back in with my parents and have to explain my comings and goings to them. So instead I lived in a little apartment with no AC, and worked for a local friend’s day who had a small contractor business. I’d taken woodshop all through high school and was a fairly decent carpenter. The work was hard but the pay was good for a 19 year old with pretty few expenses. At the time I was just under five foot ten, and still pretty thing. My dirty blonde hair almost always looked like I needed a haircut or to comb it but that’s just how it grew. In high school I’d been a swimmer and I still had a fairly long and lithe build. I was naturally pretty hairless, only really sporting a few hairs in the middle of my chest and a dark treasure trail running into my ample pubes. My arms were mostly smooth, though my legs and ass had a nice amount of fur. The only part of my body that I would have described as hairy though were my pits, and I was proud of that fact. Any time there was an excuse for me to wear a tank top, or a cut off shirt to show them off I did. I already knew that I was bi. Truly I’d known that for years. It had never really bothered me, but I’d also never really felt the urge to tell people. Most people who looked at me assumed I was straight. I’d been one of the jock’s in high school, even dated a cheerleader or two. Yet even when I had a serious girlfriend I always found myself watching gay porn too. Like most young people my porn were pretty bland and vanilla; straight jock porn, and gay jock porn. Nothing to really write home about. So much of that changed over that summer. Technically I would still say I’m bi, but I understand myself so much more and sex with a woman can never fulfill me the way sex with a man can. For the first month of the summer I was always with or supervised by my friends dad and boss Peter. He’d taught me how to frame out a wall, hang sheet rock, put up molding. He taught me how to patch holes in a wall, and smooth it out for paint. We did some larger jobs, ripping out a whole bathroom and starting again, and filled in with odd jobs. Then the weekend after July 4th Peter sent me on my first solo job, and it changed my life. The house was normal enough looking when I pulled up in my little car that afternoon and got my tool box out. I wheeled my kit up to the front door and rang the bell. I didn’t really need the massive box of tools my boss had provided me, I was just there to patch some sheet rock, but I wanted to seem professional. My illusion of professionalism went right out the window however when the home owner opened the door. He was tall, probably just over six foot, with short salt and pepper hair. He had a square jaw obscured partly by a short but thick beard. His eyes were bright, and seemed to boar into me. He had broad shoulders that strained the fabric of the white tshirt he had on. Hard, obvious nipples, pressed out from the thin fabric, and thick swirls of chest hair were clearly visible too. He had a slight gut, but was also obviously very strong, his arms were covered in crisscrossing veins. My eyes traveled down his body to the low-slung sweat pants, the unmistakable outline of a thick meaty cock, and the bare feet. I’d never really thought about older, bigger guys before, but now face to face with this massive perfect specimen of manhood I couldn’t think of anything else. “Hey there,” he said, smiling a big toothy smile at me from under his bushy moustache, “you must be Peter’s boy… Alex was it? I’m Jack.” “Yeah,” I replied in an embarrassing stammer, “He said you had some drywall that needed repairing.” “Sure do, come on through.” He stepped back and let me into the house, then closed the door behind me. It looked like just about any other suburban home with clean lines, and nice furniture. Jack lead me down the main hall towards the back of the house and then up a flight of stairs, helping me carry my tool chest up. I watched the muscles in his arms ripple as he pulled the chest up the stairs behind him. When we got to the top of the steps I had to pause and adjust myself, my dick was harder than it had ever been before. I followed Jack into the back bedroom where he pointed to several medium sized holes in the wall. “I had an incident hanging a shelf. Turns out I didn’t hit a single stud.” Jack laughed lightly. “No problem,” I said, trying to mirror his jovial tone, “I can fix that.” “Great. I’ll leave you to it. Bathrooms down the hall, and I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.” “Thank you so much. I’ll let you know when I’m all done.” “Great.” He clapped me on the shoulder, the weight of his large hand sending shivers through me. The first part of the repair was easy. I squared up the holes, cut some small patched of drywall from a scrap I’d brought with my and patched them in with drywall mud. Then I sat back to watch the mud dry before I could sand and do a second coat. My thought almost immediately turned back to Jack, his big arms, the meaty bulge in his sweat pants, the slight scent of man musk that just hung around him. I was instantly hard. No one, of any gender, had ever had this kind of effect on me. I was enraptured. After a few minutes of my dick pressing painfully into my jeans as it hardened, I got up intending to find the bathroom and jerk off quickly. I walked down the hall and opened the first door I came to. I gasped. This was certainly not the bathroom. The room was entirely painted black, with a black tiled floor and lit completely in red. In the center hung a black leather sling, suspended from a mirror in the ceiling by thick silver chains. Next to the sling was a long table covered with dildos of all shapes and sizes. Along one wall hung leather gear, leashes and chains. Along the other wall were propped various other contraptions for supporting a person while they were being used; a large wooden X, a padded bench. A large leather chair occupied the far corner with a matching foot stool. “Looking for something?” I spun around, my heart in my throat and was suddenly face to face with Jack. I hadn’t heard him coming up the stairs and now he’d caught me looking at his sex room. “I… I was looking for the bathroom.” “It’s the last room at the end of the hall. This is my playroom.” “Oh… um… yeah… I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry.” He stepped out of my way to let me down the hall to the bathroom. Head down I rushed past him only stopping when I heard him say, “Well… did you see anything you liked?” “What?” My face burned bright as I turned back around to face the hulk of a man behind me. “Did you see anything in the playroom you liked?” “Um… I didn’t really look…” “We both know that’s bullshit… I can see your hard cock from here.” “Look. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry… I opened the wrong door.” “It’s ok boy. Calm down. Come here.” I swallowed hard and walked towards him. He reached out and grabbed me firmly by the shoulder leading me back into his playroom. “Now, you’ve done nothing wrong, and this is a safe space. Take a look around, take a long look, and tell me, what made your boy cock so hard.” “I…” I pause, tripping over my words, and then taking a breath did as he said. I took in the black room, the deep red lighting, the sling, the toys, the fuck bench (though I didn’t know that was what it was called then), the leather, and the restraints. “Honestly, everything. I’ve never seen anything like this. I don’t… I don’t even know what some of these things are for, but… It all turns me on.” “Good boy,” he said, rubbing my shoulder. My cock throbbed. I liked hearing him call me a good boy. “Honestly will get you far in this house, but we don’t want to distract you too much from your work. Peter wouldn’t like that.” “Well, actually… um… Sir… I was waiting for the spackle to dry on the patches I did… and it won’t be dry for at least another forty minutes.” “Sir?” He cocked his head to the side, “an interesting turn of phrase. Alright, so lets say you’ve got an nice even hour to kill shall be boy?” “Yes Sir.” I gulped again. “Come over here and have a seat on this footstool,” he said, leading me into the room and taking a seat in the large leather chair. I sat, as instructed, perched on the footstool. It was a little lower than the chair and I felt even smaller compared to Jack. “Tell me a little about yourself. How old are you, if you go to school, what interests you…” “Well, um… My name is Alex, but you already knew that. I’m twenty, I go to the university. I didn’t really want to go home this summer so I got this little apartment right off of campus and started working for Peter. He’s my friend’s dad.” “Why didn’t you want to go home?” “I just couldn’t imagine being home all summer after having a whole year of freedom. I wanted more time on my own. I want to explore and I don’t know… just be free to do what I want.” “I’m sure after a year on your own it would be hard to go back to living with parents. Are you enjoying being on your own?” “I love it. The apartment I’m in doesn’t have AC in every room, it just has this one window unit, but I’m there alone. So every day when I get home I just strip down to my boxers and sit around in my underwear. Its so freeing.” “Doesn’t sound too different to my life here. Most of the time I don’t were much more than a jock strap in the house. I only got dressed today because you were coming over.” He grinned at me. “Although, with the way you were staring at my dick when you first came in maybe you would have appreciated the jock.” “I’m sorry Sir. I… I didn’t mean to stare. I’m bi, and I’ve always known that but I’ve never been with a guy… and all the gay porn I’ve watched has just been young jocks… when you opened the door this morning I was just so… I was just so unprepared for how…” I trailed off feeling embarrassed. “Keep going.” “I was unprepared for how… how incredibly fucking hot you are.” “Good boy, doesn’t that feel better to say?” “Yes… Sir.” “Remember what I said about honesty in this house, and you should feel confident calling me Sir if it feels right.” “Yes Sir.” I grinned. “Good boy. You like it when I call you a good boy don’t you?” “Yes Sir I… I do.” “Good, give in to that.” “Yes Sir.” I said with more confidence. “Stand up for me boy.” I did as I was told and stoop up facing him. “Now I want you to think very closely before following my next instructions. Your following them is your consent, do you understand?” “Yes Sir,” I said, though honestly, I didn’t understand at all and had no idea what was coming next. “You’re a good boy Alex.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Strip for me.” “What?” “I want you to strip for me, like you would at home alone.” I hesitated for a moment, and then did as he asked. I pulled my shirt off over my head, and dropped it on the ground. Then I bent down and undid my work boots kicking those off too, and stuffing my socks inside. Standing back up my hands shook a little as I undid my jeans, and after only a moments pause, pushed them down too. I stood there, in just my boxers with my cock hard as a rock and an obvious precum stain forming, in front of a man old enough to be my father probably that I had just met an hour ago. Yet, despite how nervous I felt, it also felt right. I liked obeying him, I liked calling him Sir, and most of all I liked being told I was a good boy. “Good, very good. I’m proud of you. Show off that sexy body. Are you ready to have your first experience with man?” I nodded nervously, and he smiled. “Then get on your knees.” I was terrified but also more turned on than I’d ever been, so I did what he asked. I got down on my knees and looked up at him expectantly. He smiled again, but there was something else there now too, a hunger. “Good boy. I was hoping this was going to be your choice.” Without getting up from the chair he pulled his tshirt off revealing his massive chest, and round stomach. I marveled at the thick dark hair that swirled over his body. His nipples stood out pink and firm from that mass of fur. I licked my lips, and my cock leaked even more. He shifted his weight, and pulled off his sweat pants. That’s when I saw it. For the first time in my life I was looking at another man’s cock in person. It was big and meaty with a broad flat head already glistening with precum. A wide vein ran along the top of the thick shaft. The base of his cock was completely obscured by thick wild pubes that spread until they connected to his treasure trail and leg hair. His balls hung so low and heavy that they brushed the chair even as he sat back. My mouth was watering “Come over here boy, get my cock in your mouth.” I didn’t hesitate for a second. I dove forward, nestling myself between his thick thighs. Until right then I’d never even seen another man’s penis, let alone touched it. I hovered for a moment, simply unsure of how to proceed and then taking a deep breath, I grabbed his cock. It was warm and firm in my grasp, and deeply alluring. I pushed myself till I was propped up on my knees and my mouth was level with the tip. I licked my lips, and then kissed the head of his cock. It tastes sweet, but also salty at the same time. Without having tasted it before, I immedicably knew that this is what sweat tasted like. It was intoxicating. Slowly I parted my lips, taking the head of his penis into my mouth. My body was on fire with lust. I’d imagined this moment countless times, but this was so different and so much better than any of my fantasies. Diligently I worked my way down the wide shaft till I had most of it in my mouth. Then I started bobbing my head up and down like I’d scene in countless porn videos. I tried to remember what had felt good on my own cock when my high school girlfriend had blown me and emulated that. When Jack let out a low moan my heart soared. I wanted nothing more than to make him feel good in that moment. Eventually his hand came to rest on the back of my head. His fingers twisted into my hair, and he took charge. He held my head in place and started to push his hips forward. His cock slid in and out of my hungry mouth. I slobbered all over his shaft as best I could as he started to fuck my face. I coughed and spluttered when his cock got too deep, and gasped for breath each time he pulled out till only his wide cock head was in my mouth. “Good boy,” he growled, “Take that fat cock down your throat. Your mouth feels so good. Making Daddy’s cock feel good. I’m going to shoot a big load down your throat boy. You want that don’t you? You want Daddy’s load?” I tried to nod my head yes. At that moment in time I’d never wanted anything else more. I wanted him to cum. I wanted him to shoot his load right on my tongue. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to swallow it. I wanted my first blowjob to end with me swallowing this man’s load. “Oh fuck boy, just like that. Yeah, hold your mouth open. Fuck. Open wide for Daddy. Good boy. Fuck! Yes! Take my load boy!” He held my head in one hand, the other was behind his head. I looked up at his beautiful manly body and his cock gave a powerful throb. He pulled back so just the top of his cock was past my lips and let it go. Thick ribbons of cum erupted from the head of his dick like water bursting through a dam. It filled my mouth in just a few squirts and I tried to swallow as quickly as I could. It tasted amazing, hot and tangy. Slowly his orgasm subsided and I licked the last of his load from my lips. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I looked up at Jack in awe, his cock still inches from my mouth. “You did good boy. With some training you’ll make a first-rate cock sucker.” “Thank you Sir.” “Did you have fun?” “Yes! That was amazing. I’m so hard Sir!” “I can see that. You’ve practically soaked through your boxers. I’m proud of you.” “Thank you Sir.” I rubbed my crotch absently while I looked up at him. Suddenly he bent down and snatched my hand away from my own leaking cock. “Did I say you could touch yourself.” “I… um… no…?” “No what?” He was suddenly very stern. “No Sir.” “That’s better. You’re new, and you’re worked up. Its ok. But, if we’re going to keep having fun like this you need to learn something.” “What’s that Sir?” “I am in charge.” My cock throbbed. “Yes Sir!” “Good boy. Alright. Its been just about an hour. Why don’t you get yourself together and go finish your work. I’ll be downstairs when you’re done,” and with that he got up, pulled up his pants, and left the room. For a long moment I just knelt there on the floor in shock at what had just happened. I was so horny but I didn’t dare touch myself. Eventually I got up. I looked at my clothes laying on the floor, and then thought to myself ‘he didn’t tell me to get dressed…’ so wearing only my precum soaked boxer shorts I padded back into the back bedroom and sanded down my dry wall patches. A half hour later I was finished, cleaned up, and had packed up my tools. I walked back into the playroom, picked my clothes up off the floor and tossed them on top of my tool bag. Then I carried the whole lot back down the back stairs. Jack was sitting in the kitchen. He’d stripped off and was now only wearing a thin well-worn jock that barely held his hefty flaccid cock in place. My mouth watered at the sight. “Well, this is interesting… you’re still in your underwear boy. Did you finish your work like that?” “Well, you said that you are in charge, and… and you didn’t say to get dressed just to finish the work so I… sorry. That was probably the wrong thing to do. I’m so embarrassed. I’ll get dressed.” He got up and cupped my chin in his hand. “Don’t be embarrassed boy. You’ve done great. You’re right, I didn’t tell you to get dressed, and I’m certainly never going to complain about a boy being in his underwear. It shows real initiative too. You know… I had intended to just fuck your mouth and send you on your way but…” he paused for a moment looking me up and down. “How about this. Normally I wouldn’t take on a boy who’s as inexperienced as you, training a boy from scratch can be a lot of work, but… if you can prove to me you’re serious I might just make you mine.” Truthfully I had no idea what he meant by any of that, but it didn’t matter. In that moment I would happily do anything for Jack. “Whatever you say Sir!” “I want you to come back here tomorrow. Tomorrow’s Saturday, I assume you have the day off?” I nodded. “Good. Ok. Come here tomorrow at noon. When you get here park out front like you did today, and then let yourself round the back. You will strip off in the back yard to your underwear, then you’ll knock on the back door and get on your knees and wait. If you come here know that coming here is you consenting to serving me. I am in charge. I will treat you well and I will make you feel things you have never felt before, but I am the boss. You feel pleasure when I want you to. You feel pain when I want you to. You are mine. Is that clear.” “Yes Sir!” I was completely hard again. “Good. Now, off you go. I’ll tell Peter how good a job you did upstairs.” “Thank you Sir.” I picked up my shirt and started to put it on. “You don’t need that. You can make it to your car as is. It’s a quiet street and my drive is plenty secluded. Think of it as your first test.” I gulped, and nodded. I dragged my bag to the front door and then taking a deep breath opened it and walked outside in nothing but my absolutely soaked boxers. I walked quickly to my car, stopping only to fish my keys out of my pants pockets, and loaded my things into the back seat. “Oh, and one more thing boy,” called Jack from the front door, “No more fucking boxers. My boys wear briefs or jocks. I don’t think you’re quite ready for a jock though. Tomorrow I expect to see you kneeing in a fresh pair of white briefs, or else I’m not letting you inside.” Then he closed the door and was gone. My hands were shaking as I got dressed in my car. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Yet I knew it was real, I could still taste Jacks load on my lips. I drove to Peter’s little shop and dropped off my tools for the day, my dick still hard as it was when I’d left. It seemed like I would never be soft again I was so hard. I don’t think I ever made a conscious decision as to my next destination. It just seemed inevitable. I drove across town to the mall and parked in front of the Target. I shifted my dick so my erection wasn’t so obvious and walked into the store, heading straight towards the men’s underwear. I’d been a boxer’s man for years, at least since middle school. I’d never thought of returning to briefs, but standing there looking at all the options I understood why Sir preferred them. I didn’t clock it then, but somewhere between blowing him and picking out the underwear he told me to wear I had shifted from mentally calling Jack by his name to calling him Sir. Every package of briefs was adorned with a photo of a muscular man’s crotch in bulging underpants. I stared for a long time imagining what each models cock would look like in person. Eventually I found a pack of high cut white briefs. --- The next morning I was so full of nervous energy I couldn’t do anything. The night before I’d stripped off as soon as I got in the door, kicking off my precum filled boxers and tore into the package of briefs. I pulled a pair on and looked at myself in the mirror. I would have never guessed that one garment could be so transformative. In my boxers I looked like any other jock, lean and slightly tanned from the summer sun. In the briefs I looked more vulnerable, exposed, twinky. I liked it. I felt sexy. I slept, fitfully, in that pair. I’d resolved to follow Sir’s instructions, and hadn’t touched my cock at all. I was constantly hard, constantly reminded of what I had done that day and excited for what tomorrow would bring. At quarter past eleven I couldn’t wait any longer. Dressed in a fresh pair of briefs, basketball shorts and a tank top I got into the car and drove over to Sir’s house. I pulled into the drive ten minutes early and sat for as long as I could bare it. Finally at five minutes to noon I got out of the car, my heart pounding, and walked around the side of the house. I opened the small gate that separated the front yard from the back and headed over to the patio. At the edge of the brick slab I pulled off my tank top, kicked off my shoes, and dropped my shorts with no hesitation. I had no idea what Sir had in store for me but if it was anything like yesterday I was completely committed. I wanted it. I wanted him. I walked over to the glass sliding door, got on my knees on the mat, and knocked. After a nerve-wracking moment Sir appeared walking down the hall again dressed in nothing but an old white jock. My cock throbbed again. “You actually came, and you’re early. I’m impressed. Open up boy and I’ll give you your first treat.” He held his hand under my chin and tipped my face up to him as I opened my mouth. Then, very suddenly, he hawked back and spat a big wad of spit into my mouth and all over my cheeks. I was shocked, but also instinctually swallowed. “Good boy. You’re mine and now you’re marked as mine. Stand up for me. Look at you. These briefs suit you so much better than those horrible loose boxers don’t they?” “Yes Sir.” “Boxers are much too loose and macho for a boy like you. You need to be exposed, shown off, don’t you boy.” “Yes Sir!” “You learn quick. Do you like your new briefs?” “Yes Sir, very much. I bought them right after I left yesterday and I put a pair on as soon as I got home. I felt so… so sexy in them.” “Good! That’s exactly how you should feel boy. Alright, come inside the house and I’ll tell you what I have planned for your first training day.” I followed him inside and back up to the playroom where he once more sat in the big leather chair. Without having to be instructed I knelt on the floor in front of him. It just felt right. “Good boy. Now, before we get any further I want to make sure you understand I am not going to fuck you today.” I hadn’t honestly thought through what he might do to me, but I was still sad to hear that. “You’re not ready for me to fuck you, but don’t worry, if you prove yourself to be willing to learn and obey I’ll fill your sweet boy hole up with my cum soon enough. “Thank you Sir.” I said, my voice thick with lust. “Now some doms will tell you that you are only allowed to speak when spoken to. I find that boring. I want to hear what you’re thinking. I want to know when you’re excited or you enjoyed something. So speak up. Just remember, I am in charge.” “Yes Sir.” “Good. Next, just because I’m not going to fuck you today does not me today isn’t going to be about your hole. I’m going to spend today teaching you about your hole as a sex organ. Something tells me that you don’t have much experience in that area.” “I’ve fingered myself a few times Sir, but rarely and only one finger nothing like…” I looked around the room at the myriad of sex toys, “Nothing like the things you have here.” “That’s ok boy. I’ll start you small and work you open slowly. What’s important boy is that you let go and let me use you. I will make it pleasurable for you, but its not about that. Its about my pleasure in using you. Do you understand?” “Yes Sir. I’m nervous though.” “Don’t be. When a boy like you gives in to the pleasure of their hole it feels even better than playing with their cock. If you really let go boy you’ll shoot bigger loads than the one I’m betting you shot when you got home last night just from playing with your ass.” “I didn’t get off last night Sir.” “What?” “I… I didn’t jerk off last night Sir. You told me… well, you said that you were in charge and you told me not to touch myself so… I… I didn’t.” “You haven’t gotten off since you were here yesterday?” “No Sir.” “That is very interesting. Wow. I’m really impressed. You’re even more of a natural sub than I thought. Good boy.” “A sub Sir?” “Yes boy. A sub. A submissive. That’s what you are. There was just something about you yesterday when you came in that tipped me off, but I didn’t guess you’d be this naturally subservient. You like pleasing me don’t you? It makes you feel good to please me?” “Yes Sir!” “Good. Lean into that feeling. Focus on it. Making me feel good will lead to me making you feel good. If you really are as good a sub as you seem we are going to have a lot of fun together.” He got up from the chair. “Stay there boy,” he patted my head as he passed, and walked over to the wall covered in gear. He took a long moment looking over the wall before moving over to a collection of chains hanging all together. He picked up a smaller silver one, and grabbed a silver padlock from a small table. “Stand up boy.” I stood up and faced him. He passed the chain behind my head and rested it on my shoulders. The metal was cold, and it was heavier than I expected. I probably should have expected what came next but I was still surprised when he brought the two ends of the chain together and clicked the padlock through the links. He let the lock drop onto my chest. “Look at yourself in the mirror boy.” He turned me towards a floor length mirror next to the door to the room. I gasped. Just like the night before when I’d first tried on my new briefs I was shocked by how much a little thing could transform my image. The chain hung close to my neck, glinting in the red light. The lock looked large and prominent against my chest. My cock was straining against my briefs, and a small wet spot had already started to form as my dick started to leak. I couldn’t believe how sexy I looked. Sir stepped up behind me, joining me in the mirror. The difference between us was striking. He was tall and broad, covered in hair, with thick powerful arms. His jock bulged, heavy with his steadily swelling meat. He looked like a man, a true man. I on the other hand, was much thinner with far less muscle. My arms, though not undefined, looked puny next to Sir’s mass. I was almost hairless and small, straining in tight white briefs with a chain collar locked around my neck. I’d never seen a sub before, I’d never delved into that kind of porn, but I knew in that moment that this is what a sub was supposed to look like. I felt incredibly sexy, sexier than I ever had in my whole life up until that moment, and I would have done anything to keep feeling that way. “The collar suits you boy.” “Thank you Sir. I love it! I feel so fucking hot!” “Good! Good boy. You’re finding your place. Now, this is just a training collar, it will only stay on for today’s session. But if you’re a good a sub as I’m starting to think you will be you’ll have your own permanent collar and lock soon enough.” I spun to face him, looking up into his big square face with pleading eyes. “Really Sir?” “Really boy, but a collar must be earned. Little novice holes like you don’t just get a collar.” “Yes Sir. I understand Sir… but I’d like to earn it.” “Good boy. You like how the collar feels don’t you?” “Yes Sir! I feel so sexy.” “You are sexy. You look like the perfect sub, well almost perfect.” “Almost?” “We’ll get there… you’re not quite ready for the next step yet boy. Don’t worry about that. Focus on what’s happening right now.” “Yes Sir.” “Now that we’ve got you properly dressed for the day. Time for your first lesson: Worshiping Daddy’s body. You did a damn fine job sucking my cock yesterday, but there’s more to pleasing a man than just giving him a blow job.” “Yes Sir.” “Come over here and get your nose in my pits. Get my scent on you.” He put his hands behind his head exposing his furry pits. A wave of musk hit me like a tsunami. I was entranced by the smell, intoxicated even. I’d never smelled anything quite like it. It was something akin to the smell of the gym locker room but delicious at the same time, like the raw scene of muscularly. I dove into his pit nose first. I nuzzled deep, breathing in the heady aroma. I stuck out my tongue and lapped at the hair. The taste was just as enticing as the smell. Salty and mysterious, I licked the sweat from his pit, twisting my tongue through the hair there. Sir let out a satisfied groan when I pulled back gasping for air. “Good job boy, now do the other one.” Not needing to be told twice I frantically started sniffing and licking Sir’s other pit. I felt high. It was wild. His scent seemed to make me even hornier. My head was spinning. I slowly started to move from Sir’s pit, licking at his skin as he went. I’d seen guy getting their nipples played with in porn, and made my way to Sir’s big pink nipple. I flicked my tongue across it and he moaned his approval. I sucked and teased his nipple, feeling it harden in my mouth. Sir grunted, and put his hand on the back of my head pressing me to his chest. “Good boy, lick Daddy’s nipples,” he growled. After a few minutes he shifted me to his other nipple and I devoured that one too. When Sir finally let me up my face was slick with spit, and I was grinning stupidly. “Good job boy, and you knew to work my nipples without me having to tell you. I’m very proud of you. You’re such a natural at this. Why don’t you work your way down and suck on my balls for a minute before we get you in the sling for the first time.” I grabbed at Sir’s chest, licking his nipple for a few moments more before slowly sinking to my knees. At first I just looked at the full pouch of his jock, remembering what it contained. Then I pulled it aside and let Sir’s cock flop out. He wasn’t completely hard yet, but his cock still hung long and thick. I held his dick gently in one hand, lifting it, and started swallowing his balls. I pulled first one then the other into my mouth. I licked all along his sack, tasting more sweat and musk. I burred my nose in his pubes, inhaling his scent. As I worked his balls his dick continued to harden, swelling to its full and impressive size. I stroked it lightly, but Sir smacked my hand away, “I told you to work my balls boy, not play with my cock.” “Sorry Sir,” I gasped, letting his balls out of my mouth for a second. “You earn my cock through submission, I will let you know when it’s time for you to play with my cock.” “Yes Sir!” “Now swallow my balls boy!” I hungrily went back to my work. I liked his balls till his pubes were matted down with my spit and my face was shining. Sir moaned in appreciation as I worked his body and teased his sack. I was in heaven. Every sound of pleasure he made sent a shot of endorphins through my body. He was right, I was getting pleasure out of making him feel good. It made me happy to pleasure him. I’d never considered how good it could feel to submit. “Good job boy, fuck. You’re good at that. I can’t believe you’ve never been with another man. You’re a fucking natural. You were born for this.” “Thank you Sir!” I said from the floor, looking up at him, my face covered in spit and his precum. “Get up boy. Its time to get you in the sling.” I sprung to my feet, and he led me by the hand over to the swing in the middle of the room. He spun me around so I was facing him, with my back to the sling, “Take off your briefs.” Without hesitation I hooked my fingers into my waistband and pushed my briefs to the floor. My cock sprung up, slapping into my stomach leaving a stick trail of precum. “You are enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” He said looking at my cock. “Yes Sir. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done.” “I’m glad to hear that boy. It means I was right about you. If you weren’t a natural born sub you wouldn’t be this turned on servicing me.” “It’s all so hot Sir. Honestly. I know I keep saying it but I’ve never felt sexier in my life. This is amazing. Thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet, our day’s just starting. Hold out your hands.” I did as he instructed and grabbed to leather cuffs from the table next to the sling. He snapped them around my wrists, and then locked two more around my ankles. A big drop of precum dripped from my cock onto the floor when the leather touched my skin. “Alright, on three give me a little jump.” He grabbed me under the arms and counted, “one, two, three.” I jumped up and he pushed me back. I landed on the seat of the sling. Sir lay me down in the contraption and I looked up at myself in the mirror above. Every time I looked at myself I looked more and more like a submissive boy. Now in addition to my collar and lock, I had stout leather cuffs with D rings on them on all for limbs which Sir was attaching to the chains of the sling. Within moments I was completely helpless, attached to the sling with no way of getting free. I was at Sir’s mercy, and there was nothing I could do about it. I looked at myself in the mirror; exposed, vulnerable, and submissive. It was perfect. “How do you feel boy?” “Amazing Sir!” “You look amazing. Like I said, I’m going to take this real slow, if at any point its too much I want you to speak up. I’m not promising that I’ll stop what I’m doing but I will coach you through what you’re feeling. Understand?” “Yes Sir!” “Ok, lets start training this boy hole. How many fingers have you taken before boy?” “Just one Sir. I’ve never been brave enough to try more. I always get scared I’ll hurt myself.” “Well you don’t have to be scared today boy. I’m opened boy holes wider than you can imagine right now. I wont hurt you.” He’d walked around me now so he was standing between my spread legs. The pouch of his jock was still pulled aside and his massive dick stood straight out pointing right at my hole. I felt my hole twitch as I looked at the drooling head. I watched in the mirror above as Sir stepped closer and rubbed his slick cock head against my ass. I felt the wet head brush over my hole and I moaned. “Good boy,” he said. “You want my cock don’t you?” “Yes Sir! I want you to fuck me.” “Like I told you earlier, I’m not going to fuck you today, only properly trained sub boys get my cock. But with how eager you and naturally predisposed to submission you seem, I don’t think you’ll have to wait that long to get my cock inside you.” He brushed his cock head against my hole again, “and my load.” “Fuck,” I moaned. “That’s right boy. Once I’m inside you I’m not going to stop until I’ve bred your sweet boy hole.” “Please Sir! I want you to breed me! Please train me for your cock.” “Good boy.” Sir grinned at me, and then to my shock, sank to his knees. I felt his warm breath on my hole first, then the tickle of his moustache on my taint, followed finally by his tongue flicking across my tight, virgin, pucker. “Oh my god!” I practically screamed. Sir chuckled, “relax boy. It’ll feel good. Just relax.” He did it again. His tongue darted across my hole, then back down. It began to circle the outside of my ring. He was right, it did feel good. I watched Sir burry his head between my legs, shoving his tongue into my ass in the mirror above. His head bobbed forward and back as he twisted his tongue around. Almost immediately I was a whimpering heaving mess. I pulled against the chains, my arms moving involuntarily and Sir worked my hole. It happened slowly but I felt it, my hole began to relax. As Sir’s tongue danced around and across my hole, very slowly the muscles began to relax. I was opening up for him, slowly blooming open. Sir felt it too, he began to push his tongue against my hole. Over and over as he continued his frantic lapping he’d press the point of his tongue against my pucker. Little by little he made progress, slowly prizing my ring open. “Holy shit! Holy shit!” I kept repeating over and over. I had never dreamed something could feel like this. “That’s it boy, give in. You can feel it, can’t you? You can feel your hole opening up for me. Its fucking beautiful. You have such a pretty hole, tight and pink, just the right amount hair. Fuck.” He dove back in, his tongue now focusing almost exclusively on the center of my hole. He pushed and pushed, till his tongue could slid easily in and out of my hole. I felt the shift. He was tongue fucking my hole. “Oh my god.” I moaned. “Good boy. Yeah, good fucking boy,” he growled into my hole. He kept that up for what felt like an hour. I was whimpering and moaning when he finally got back to his feet. His moustache and beard were wet with spit and ass juice. He looked even hotter than before. Sir licked his lips and smiled at me, “what a fucking beautiful hole. Its just fucking begging to be trained. Boy, you need this don’t you?” “Yes Sir! Please! Please train my hole.” “It just bloomed open for me.” He sucked on one of his fingers for a moment and then started to rub it on my hole. “And it didn’t tighten back up right away. Your hole is desperate for it.” He pressed the tip of his finger into my hole very slowly. “Desperate for me to stretch it out. Fuck boy.” He spat onto his finger, rubbed his spit over my hole and pressed forward again. There was a long moment where nothing happened. I watched anxiously in the mirror, trying desperately not to tighten up. Then very suddenly Sir’s finger vanished inside my hole. My body just opened up and swallowed his finger. I groaned and tossed my head back against the sling. My legs pulled against my chains and I saw stars flash before my eyes. Sir twisted his finger around, pulling at the sides of my hole as I groaned and blathered on at him “open me, use me, it feels so good.” “Good boy, open up for me, that’s it, you can do it,” Sir cooed back as he worked me over. Eventually he pulled his finger out and stuffed it and a second finger into his mouth. He got both fingers wet and then aimed them back at my hole. I closed my eyes, willing my hole open as he started to work two fingers into me. It wasn’t easy, but it didn’t hurt, to get his second finger in. My hole opened wider than it ever had before as Sir’s digits began to penetrate me. He worked them as before, twisting and pulling, stretching the sides of my hole wider little by little. He slicked two fingers on his other hand and began to alternate between the two hands, fucking his fingers in and out of me. Waves of pleasure coursed through me. My whole world had shrunk to Sir, his fingers, and my hole. I never even thought about my own cock, which lay against my body half hard and leaking a steady stream of precum onto my stomach. “Such a beautiful hole, and you’re opening up so well for me,” Sir said and he stuck three fingers in his mouth while still fucking two from his opposite hand into me. He dropped another big glob of spit onto my hole and then started to push three fingers in. “You maybe bi but you’ve got the making of a fag’s pig hole,” he said as my hole stretched open again and his three fingers sunk in to the knuckle. “Fuck Sir! Please make my ass into a fag’s pig hole!” “Is that what you want boy? You want me to turn you into a little fag boy? You want me to stretch your hole out till it’s a gaping mess? Give you a big wet pig cunt?” “Please Sir! Don’t stop till I’m a gaping mess! Please make me a pig cunt!” “Piggy boy cunts aren’t made in one session, but you’ve got a lot of potential boy. First we’ve got to get you nice and stretched out, and once you’ve got a warm wet pussy I’ll breed you and turn your hole into a pig cunt. Now, let’s see if you can handle something more than just my fingers.” With that he reached back over to the table next to the sling. I watched anxiously in the mirror as he selected a slender but almost a foot long silvery orange toy. It bent as he picked it up, flopping about in his hands. He poured lube all along its length and rubbed up and down the shaft to make sure it was spread out. Then he rubbed the extra lube from his hands on my hole, slipping his fingers in and out of me with ease. “Alright boy, this called a Slink. It is the smallest one and it’s got a long shaft so it’ll stretch you out slowly as it probes your hole. You ready?” “Fuck yes!” “Good boy. As I push in push out a little with your hole, it will open you up, but don’t strain. Alright now, deep breath in, and then let it out slowly.” I took a deep breath, and then very slowly blew it out through my nose. As I did Sir lined the toy up with my hole and started to press it into me. I pushed out and watched in shock as my hole bloomed open and accepted the toy. The first few inches slid inside me easily. I gasped, accidentally tightening my hole. “That was good boy, really good. You just got excited and clamped down. Take another deep breath and do the exact same thing.” We did it again. I took a deep breath, and let it out as I pushed out with my hole being careful to never strain. More of the toy sank inside me. Soon half of it had vanished inside me. “Good, good. That’s perfect. Now I’m going to fuck you with just this much of the toy. I want you to lay your head back. Try not to look in the mirror too much, just focus on how it feel.” “Yes Sir!” He slid the toy back till just the very tip was inside me, and then pressed it back inside. I groaned. He did it again. Slowly he built up the pace, fucking me with the long slender toy. Dutifully I kept my head back and eventually closed my eyes focusing on how my hole felt. It was incredible. I loved the feeling of being penetrated, every time Sir thrust the toy into me it hit something inside my hole that sent an electric shock of pleasure through my body. I felt stretched and used. I felt like a slut, and I liked it. “Fuck boy, you did it. Open your eyes and have a look.” I opened my eyes and looked up into the mirror. For a second I didn’t understand what I was seeing. Sir was standing between my outstretched legs with his hands at his sides, and the toy was nowhere to be seen but I could still feel it inside me. Then I understood. He had worked the rest of the toy inside me while he was fucking me. The whole foot long toy was now lodged in my ass. “Holy fuck Sir! How? How did you get all of that inside me?” “Very slowly. I told you boy, yours is not the first tight hole I’ve opened up. While you were focusing on the pleasure you were getting from the toy I pushed it a little deeper with each thrust till you’d taken the whole thing. Now watch this.” He took hold of the base of the toy and pulled back on it slowly. At first all I felt was pressure, then my ass gave way and the bulb of the toy slid out. I watched in awe as twelve long inches of orange silicone slipped from my hole and flopped into Sir’s waiting hands. As soon as the toy was out of my hole I felt empty. I missed the fullness that came with being penetrated. “Fuck Sir, it felt so good. Fuck me again with it please! Put it back.” “No, I think you took this one too easily. I’m going to size you up.” He dropped the Slink onto the table and walked down its length till he found what he was looking for. Holding a long black dildo he walked back to my hole. It was the same length as the Slink but without the taper. It had a fat head, and a wide shaft that ended in a pair of sculpted balls. Once more Sir slathered it with lube, rubbed some additional lube on my hole and then lined up the toy. “Deep breath, and push out while you let out your breath.” My hole opened easily for the new toy. The Slink had opened my hole and I had no problem with the girth for the first few inches. When about half the toy was in me Sir said again, “head back, eyes closed.” I did as instructed, and relaxed into the toy fucking. This time I knew what he was doing and I felt it. I felt the toy slowly working deeper and deeper into my hole. I felt myself opening up for it. I felt my guts being rearranged. Sir fucked me longer this time, eventually working up to long dicking me with the dildo. He’d pull its whole length out of me, resting the head on my hole and then push forward and sink the whole shaft back into me. I groaned as he worked me over and begged him to use me, and turn my hole into a pig cunt. “Fuck boy. You’re ready to size up again.” He pushed the whole length of the dildo in my hole, and then leaving me stuffed, moved down the table to pick my next toy. He came back with another dildo, this one however was fatter than either of the first two despite being several inches shorter. He lubed it up, pulled the pervious toy from my hole and then immediately replaced it with the new one. I groaned and without being told to do so, laid my head back on the and closed my eyes. Sir was getting more aggressive now. My hole was loosening quickly for him and he was being less gentle. He fucked this new fatter toy into me quickly and then proceeded to pound it in and out of my hole till I was a sweaty, drooling, blathering mess. “You’re doing so well boy. I’m so impressed,” Sir said, holding the toy deep inside me. “I can’t believe you’ve never had anything inside your hole before today. You’ve opened up so quickly. How do you feel boy?” “I feel fucking amazing.” I said in complete honesty. “I never imagined that getting fucked would feel this good. Its just… its amazing. I want more! Fuck. I want you to make me into a pig hole so bad! I want to be stretched out and used. I want to be full of your cum” “Damn. Hungry fucking boy. I love it. I like it when you beg me boy. But, I meant what I said, you’re not getting my cock today. You’re still not ready.” “Yes Sir.” “But you can get my load another way.” “How Sir?” He slid the dildo from my hole and set it aside. Then he unlocked my hands and feet and pulled me from the sling. I fell into him. My legs where shaking and unstable, lack of blood flow and being stretched for the first time had made me weak. Sir chuckled, “Get your legs back under you and then, you’re going to swallow my cock while you ride that dildo.” “Fuck yes Sir!” Sir moved us both over to the chair where he sat down handing me the dildo. It was heavy in my hands. I got on my knees in front of Sir, and then lent forward and aimed the dildo at my hole. It took me a moment to get the angle right but once I did it slid right back in. I shifted positions and slid the full length of the dildo inside me. Sir growled his approval and pointed his cock head at my face. I licked my lips, and fully impaled on the fat silicone cock I started to slurp on Sir’s dick. He held the back of my head again forcing me to take more and more of his cock down my throat. I coughed and spluttered but kept riding the dildo. It was completely overwhelming. There were too many amazing sensations happening at once that I couldn’t focus on anything. I found my mind going blank till I was only focused on the dildo in my ass and the cock down my throat. He fucked my throat till my jaw hurt and then kept going. My eyes were watering and drool was dripping off of my chin. I’d completely forgotten to keep bouncing on the dildo and was instead just sitting with it completely lodged inside my formerly virgin hole while my mouth was ravaged. Eventually Sir’s breathing shifted, his pace changed, and he pulled out till his cockhead rested on my tongue again. I knew what was coming next. Ribbons of hot sperm shot out of his cock filling my mouth. I swallowed rapidly, gulping down as much as I could. I felt a small trickle of cum escape from the corner of my mouth as the last spurts fired. Sir collapsed back into his chair, both hands behind his head exposing his beautiful bushy pits and filling the room with a fresh wave of musk. I sat back, relishing the feeling of fullness in my hole and licking my lips. “Fuck boy, you did well.” He said eventually. “Thank you Sir. That was amazing, and… and thank you for giving me your load.” He looked down at me quizzically. “Jesus. You really are a born sub. Fuck. Thanking me for my load unprompted. Fuck!” He reached down and rubbed my head, mussing up my hair. “I wish I could wreck you all night.” “You can Sir! I don’t have to go anywhere.” He laughed, “No boy, your hole’s been through a lot. You need some rest, or we’ll end up breaking your pretty little cunt in training. Time to get off that dildo.” “Sir cant I just…” “Who’s in charge here boy?” “You are Sir.” “Correct, and I told you its time to get off that dildo, so get the fuck up.” “Yes Sir, sorry Sir!” I shifted onto the balls of my feet and slowly raised myself up will the dildo fell from my hole. I felt empty. I missed it already. “Good boy, that’s better. I know you’ve had a big day and these feelings can be overwhelming so I’ll forgive you this time.” “I’m sorry Sir.” “Its ok boy.” He held my chin in his hand, “just remember whos boss in this house.” “You are Sir.” “That’s correct.” He tipped my face up to him and did something I didn’t expect. He kissed me. I leaned in, pressing myself to his warm body as our tongues intertwined. His beard scratched at my chin and his moustache tickled my nose. It was heaven. “I’m really proud of you boy,” he said when he broke apart our kiss. “There aren’t many boys who are experience with getting fucked who can take three hours in the sling their first day. You did amazingly.” “Did? Are we done Sir?” “For today we are. Like I said, we cant risk breaking your pretty hole on the first day.” “Oh. Right.” “Don’t look so sad. Come back tomorrow and we’ll keep opening you up.” “Yes Sir!” I didn’t want to stop but at least this wasn’t the end forever. “Tomorrow when you come do the same thing you did today. Go around back, strip down to your briefs, knock and wait on your knees. Got it?” “Yes Sir.” “Oh, and tonight… I want you to jerk off tonight.” “Yes Sir!” “Jerk off thinking about what we did today, watch some porn of boys being used by doms. And then in that post nut clarity I want you to ask yourself if this is something you really want to do. If you come back here tomorrow I want it to not just be pent up hormones, but what you really want to do. Understood?” “Yes Sir.” “Good then get your briefs and gather your clothes from the back porch. I’ll see you tomorrow at noon.” I lay in my bed that night, my briefs pulled to the side any my cock sticking straight up leaking. I rubbed at my tender hole as I stroked remembering the afternoon I had. I heard Sir’s voice in my head saying “In that post nut clarity ask yourself ‘is this something I really want.’” How could the answer be no? The whole day had been pure bliss. I felt like I had found my place. I stroked my cock feverously thinking of Sir calling me a “good boy” as he stretched out my hole. I felt my used but as of yet unfucked no longer truly virginal pucker and imagined Sir’s cock finally entering me. My balls tightened and cum erupted from my dick like water from a fire hydrant. It shot high into the air and rained down over my sweaty heaving chest. I dipped my fingers into the puddles and lapped up my own load falling back against the pillows as my climax ended. I was panting and exhausted, but one things was crystal clear in my mind: I would be at Sir’s house at noon the next day kneeling in my briefs as ordered. “I knew you wouldn’t disappoint,” Sir said as he opened the sliding door in nothing but his jock smiling down at me. “How did it feel blowing that load last night boy?” “I’ve never cum so hard in my life Sir. It was all over me and then I licked it up.” “I bet you were playing with your hole at the same time weren’t you boy?” “Yes Sir, and imaging you fucking me.” “Glad to hear it boy… and when you came, how did you feel?” I paused for a moment thinking and then replied, “Resolved Sir. I want to be your boy. I want to be trained by you. I want you to make me into a pig. I want a pig cunt Sir! I want to be your sub. I want to learn to submit! Please Sir!” “Good boy. I like your honesty, and I’m glad that’s your choice. I’ve been thinking about your sweet boy hole all morning. Now, as cute as those briefs are on you they’re only going to get in the way of what’s next. Take them off, you can leave them out here with the rest of your clothes. You won’t be getting dressed again today.” I stood up and took off my briefs, only momentarily self-conscious about being completely naked outside. “Good boy. Come inside.” He led me inside, but instead of heading right upstairs to the playroom he brought me over to the kitchen island. “Hope up here,” he said, patting the island. I did as instructed and sat on the edge of the island. Then he turned to the freezer and pulled out a small bag of ice. “Put this on your dick to make it go soft boy.” I blinked at him confusedly but followed his instructions. I placed the freezing cold ice on my hard cock and felt it slowly begin to deflate. Sir then took something out of his pocket and pulled the ice away. He quickly worked a hard plastic ring around the base of my cock and balls, my dick swelling again. With the ring securely in place he put the bag of ice back on my junk making it go soft once more. As soon as I had completely lost my erection Sir took the ice away once more and deftly slipped a small plastic cage over my cock and locked it to the ring. “That load you shot last night,” he said, an evil glint in his eye, “was the last load you’re gonna shoot for a long while. I hope it really was a good one.” At this point in my life I’d never seen a cock cage or heard of male chastity, yet here I was with my cock straining against the confines of a black plastic cage. “This way all of your focus will be on your hole, not that you did a bad job of that yesterday but this… ensures compliance. Now, lets get you upstairs and start opening that hole up again. What do you say?” “Yes Sir!” I jumped down from the kitchen island and practically ran up to the play room. Sir chuckled coming into the playroom after me and seeing me standing right in front of the sling facing the door, my locked cock proudly on display. “Wrists out boy.” I held out my hands and he locked the cuffs back on them, then he did the same for my ankles. I stood still as a statue waiting while he retrieved my collar from the day before and re-attached it around my neck. “You look perfect.” “Thank you Sir.” “I thought we’d try you out on the bench this time,” he said, “instead of the sling. You wont be able to see what’s happening and can give in to just being a gaping hole.” He brought me over to the bench, and helped me to mount it. The bench was angled downward, and once Sir had attached my cuffs I was forced downward so that my ass was higher than my head. I had thought the sling left me exposed yesterday but it was nothing compared to this. My hole was totally exposed and I was held into place by the thick leather cuff. My cock throbbed in its new cage. “You look beautiful boy. Your locked up cock is leaking everywhere, and your hole is quivering. I’m going to open your hole till it’s a big loose cunt. I’m going to turn you into the perfect sub pig and breed your guts till my cum runs down your legs.” “Fuck yes! Please Sir! Use me! Stretch me out! Wreck me! Breed me!” “All in good time boy. All in good time,” and without further warning he dove into my hole. He licked at it like a man possessed just like he had done the day before. Only this time, it didn’t take half the time before my hole started to bloom open. I felt it, my hole still sensitive from yesterday, slicked and then opened, slowly relaxing under Sir’s assault. I moaned as his tongue started to work into my ass, flicking over the muscular ring over and over again. Sir growled as his opened me up. His big meaty paws held my cheeks firmly, spreading them apart. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” I groaned over and over again. “This is going to be the perfect pussy.” Sir said, smacking me hard on the ass as he stood up. I heard him moving around but I couldn’t see where he went. After a few moments he returned, and I felt the cold slickness of lube being spread on my hole followed by the unmistakable pressure of a toy. “Lets see what we can get in this hole today boy,” and he pressed the head of the toy into me. It felt narrow but steadily widened. Maybe it was the Slink from yesterday, but then it just kept going and going. It felt longer than anything yesterday. I closed my eyes and focused on relaxing my hole and enjoying the experience. Eventually I stopped wondering what it was and just lost myself in the pleasure the toy was giving me. Sir progressively built up speed till eventually he was bashing my hole with the toy, the end of which felt like it had gone a miles into my guts. My hole felt wet and sloppy when he pulled the toy out. My hole felt cold without it, and I realized that that was air getting into my gaped ass. Sir replaced the first toy with another one almost immediately. This time, like yesterday, it was less tapered than the first. He steadily worked it deep inside me and I again lost myself in the experience. We did this over and over as Sir put larger and larger toys inside me. My world shrunk with each toy to focus more and more on my hole and Sir’s voice. The only thing that mattered were his words of encouragement and making myself into the hole he wanted. I had fallen into some sort of trance when he finally said, “Lets get you off this bench, I want you to see what was just in your pussy.” “My pussy Sir? Does that mean…?” “That your hole is growing? Absolutely. It’s not a cunt just yet, but its definitely more than just a hole.” Sir unhooked me, and helped me to sit up and then dismount the bench. My arms and legs both felt a little numb as I stood up. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.” I did as instructed and a heavy weight fell into my hands. “Open them.” I looked down and gasped. I was holding what seemed like an impossibly large dildo. It was the same silvery orange as the Slink but had a spear shaped head, a long slightly tapered shaft and a slight knot at the bottom. It had to be almost a foot and a half long almost three inches across at the head. “There’s no way that was inside me Sir.” “I’d never lie to you boy. Squat on it right now. You’ll see I’m not lying.” I did as he said and set the massive dildo on the floor and then started to lower myself down onto it. My mouth hung open in shock as my hole easily opened for the head, and then slowly but surely swallowed the whole shaft. “Holy fuck,” I groaned as I sat on the floor fully impaled on the toy. “Thank you Sir.” “For what boy?” “For showing me how good my pussy can feel!” “You’re most welcome boy. It feels right doesn’t it boy, to have your hole stretched around a big toy and your dick locked away.” “Yes Sir! It feels so good.” “Good boy. You’re learning to take pleasure from a sub’s place in the world. A sub should be constantly horny and ready to service any man who wants to use its holes.” “Yes Sir!” I was bouncing absent mindedly on the toy as he talked. It felt so good. I couldn’t believe it. Yesterday I’d barely had a finger up my ass and today I was riding a massive toy like it was nothing. Sir was a magician. He was also right. It felt so good to be locked up and stretched out, I never wanted it to end. “I’ll do anything you want.” “Really boy? Anything?” “Yes Sir! Anything!” “Open your mouth boy.” He stepped right in front of my and pulled the pouch of his jock to the side. His fat semi hard cock flopped out. I opened my mouth expecting him to start face fucking me. Instead he twisted one hand into my hair holding my head still, and used the other to aim the head of his dick at my open mouth. He closed his eyes for a second and then suddenly the back of my throat was hit with a hot stream of piss. “Swallow boy. Take my piss load.” I swallowed as quickly as I could but his stream came out way too fast and soon hot piss was streaming down my cheeks and dripping onto my chest. His piss was bitter but also somehow delicious. I gulped it down. I think even if it had tasted disgusting I would have still swallowed it. Sir wanted me to drink his piss, so I drank his piss. Some part of me understood that this was not just about sexual gratification in the moment but also about him asserting his dominance and control over me. I was becoming an object for use, and I’d never been happier. As Sir’s stream ended I licked my lips and flicked my tongue across the head of his dick, lapping up the last of his piss. I looked up and saw Sir smiling at me, a big messy grin. “Damn boy. I expected you to resist or spit it out. That was… wow.” “You told me to swallow,” I said cheekily. “You’re right. I certainly did. Fuck boy.” His did was hard now and he slapped it against my face. I hung my mouth open and let him push the head into my mouth. He held onto the back of my head with both hands and crammed his dick down my throat. For a second I couldn’t breathe before he pulled back again. I sank all the way down on the massive dildo and let Sir face fuck me. He groaned and growled as he used my throat. Thick globs of spit dripped off my chin and I started to sweat. When Sir finally came it was with a massive yell and hot volleys of cum filled my mouth. I swallowed his load down too, savoring his tastes with satisfaction. “Good boy… good boy,” he cooed running his fingers through my hair. When his dick had gone soft he knelt down in front of me and took my face in his hand. “Good job boy. I’m really proud of you.” “Thank you Sir!” “You’re doing so well. You’ve impressed me so much. Your holes gone from a tight little pucker to a nice wet pussy so quickly.” “Thank you Sir! It feels so good. I love having my hole turned into a pussy.” “Good, and tomorrow I’m going to turn it into a cunt.” “Really?” “Really boy. Tomorrow you get what you’ve been asking for. I’m going to bend you over and pump you full of my spunk.” “Fuck! Please Sir! I’m ready now Sir!” I bounced on the dildo to show him I was ready. As I rode the dildo my hole made a wet squelshing sound that made me even hornier. “No boy. You’re going to wait till tomorrow. You’re going to spend the night in that cage, and come here after you’re done with work tomorrow. You’re going to prove to me that you want this,” He shook his cock at me, “Badly enough. You’re going to prove you’re a good boy, and then I’m going to breed you and make you mine.” “Yes Sir! I’ll be here Sir!” “Good boy.” “Um… Sir…?” “Yes?” “Could I… is there a toy I could take home? It just feels too good to be stretched out. I don’t want it to stop!” He smiled, “After tomorrow boy you’ll be stretched out all the time. For tonight your hole needs to rest. Now come on,” he grabbed me under the arms and pulled me up to my feet. The dildo fell from my used hole as I stood up. I felt empty. “Let’s get you dressed.” I stripped naked as soon as my apartment door closed behind me and flopped back onto my bed. I lay there running my hands across my body. My skin felt electric, as if every touch was heightened after my experience. My balls were more sensitive than they had ever been pressed forward and slightly squished by the ring of my new cage. I pulled my legs back and felt my hole. It felt puffy and swollen. It also felt amazing. I rubbed my fingers across it reveling in to the slickness I still felt. My hole had gone from completely virginal to a wet sloppy pussy in just two days and tomorrow it would become a pig cunt. I was in heaven. The next day it was almost impossible to concentrate. I felt the pressure of my cage constantly. Every time I moved I felt it, and it kept me in a constant state of arousal. Peter could tell I was distracted but he didn’t seem to mind. He just let me exist and wait out my time till I could go back to Sir’s house. When our day was over and we’d dropped off tools back at the shop I practically bolted to my car. I drove as fast as I dared back over to Sir’s house and ran around the back of his house. I stripped off as soon as I got to his back porch and knelt down fully naked at the sliding door. Sir came to the door today dressed in a black leather vest, and black leather chaps with well-worn white jock on. There was a stout leather cuff around his left bicep, and he had on heavy black leather boots. “Fucking sub faggot waiting naked and caged for his Dom. So fucking sexy,” he said when he opened the door. “Good boy, open your mouth.” I did as instructed, guessing at what was next. Like the day before he pulled his jock to the side and rested his semi hard dick on my lips before releasing a massive stream of piss into my mouth. I gulped it down hungrily, swallowing as much as I could. When he’d finished he slid his dick deeper into my mouth and fucked my face as he got hard. He pulled his fully hard cock out of my mouth, and turned my face up to his. Then he bent down and spat right into my mouth. “How did my boy enjoy his first day as a locked boy?” “It was really hot Sir,” I said, after swallowing his spit, “But it was hard to think about anything about being caged and how horny I was.” “Good. I told you a sub boy should always be horny and ready to service men, especially his Sir.” “Yes Sir! I’m ready for you. Anything you want! I’m ready to serve.” “I know you are boy. Are you ready to get that pussy turned into a cunt?” “Yes Sir! I want it so bad!” “Then lets get upstairs then!” Sir took me upstairs, fitted the cuffs on me again, and latched the collar around my neck. He then lifted me into the sling and locked me in place. I gazed up at myself, taking in my spread legs, exposed body and leaking caged cock. I looked like such a slut. “Fuck,” said Sir rubbing his fingers across my hole. “Such a beautiful fucking boy pussy. I’m going to breed you so deep boy my load’s going to be in you for days.” “Please Sir, breed my hole! Make me into a pig cunt!” “That’s it boy, beg me. Beg for my load. Tell me what you want.” He got down on his knees and started to eat my hole as I alternated between begging and whimpering. “Please Sir! Fill my hole! Pump me full of your sperm. I want to be your boy! I want to be your cum dump. I need to be used. I’m just a sub boy, made for you to fuck! I need it so bad Sir! I’ve needed it for days. I want you inside me so bad! I can’t think about anything else. Every time I close my eyes I see you on top of me. I dream about you fucking me. Please let me serve you. Let me make you feel good. Please breed me!” “Good boy,” Sir said when he stood up, “You’re learning your place. You’re going to make such a good sub.” He was leaning over me holding onto the chains by my wrists. He bent down and kissed me deeply. Then he stood up and towered over me. I looked up into the mirrored ceiling and saw his jock was off and his cock was fully hard and leaking. He lined it up with my hole and rubbed against my pucker. I groaned. “Good boy. Just like before, deep breath in, let it out and push out with your hole. Its time to turn your hole into a cunt.” I did as he said and took a deep breath. With my eyes locked on his cock in the mirror I let it out and pushed gently. Sir’s cock was smaller than the toy’s I’d been riding the day before but it was thick with almost no taper to the shaft and it took some time and extra spit before his head broke through my sphincter. I moaned in ecstasy as the first two inches of cock entered my body. Sir growled hungrily. “Good boy, take my big raw cock. Feel it opening your pussy, turning it into a cunt. That’s right boy, you’ll never be the same after this. You thought those toy’s felt good now that you’ve had real cock in your hole you’ll never be able to go back. You’ll always long for it. You’ll need it. You’ll need big raw dick in your sweet boy cunt.” While he was saying all of this he was slowly pushing his dick into me. I was whimpering and groaning, quietly begging him to make me his boy and fill me with cum. “That’s it boy, you’ve got my whole cock inside you now. You’ve taken your first dick.” “It feels so good Sir! Fuck! Your dick is so big. I love it. Please! Please fuck me Sir!” “I like hearing you beg boy.” “Please breed my hole Sir! Make me into a cunt!” “Good boy,” he said and started to pull his cock back out. He built up a slow pace first, using the swing of the sling to force his dick harder and harder into my hole. I was mesmerized watching his dick slide in and out of my ass in the mirror. Part of me couldn’t believe it was happening, and part of me felt like it had been inevitable that I would somehow end up here. Sir was right, I was a natural born sub. It didn’t matter that I was bi, I was a faggot made to be used. I moaned as Sir picked up the pace and started to slam into me. Sweat was beading up on both of us. It dripped off of Sir and splattered onto my body. The smell of sex started to permeate the air. It was like Sir’s musk but quadrupled. It was intoxicating, it made me feel light headed. I was swimming in some sort of horny bliss, a daze of pheromones. How could I ever have been scared of being fucked? It was the greatest feeling in the world. “God your hole feels so good boy. A warm wet boy pussy, its just begging to be used and bred. Fuck boy! I’m going to fucking fill your hole. You’re going to be my cunt.” “Breed me Sir! Use my pussy! Its yours. Fill me up!” “Yeah boy, take Daddy’s big raw cock. That’s what holes like yours are made for, taking big fat raw dicks all day long. You’re a fucking cum dump. Once you’ve had my load you’ll be fucking hooked. You’ll be desperate to be fucked all the time.” “I want to be a cum dump Sir! Im already desperate. It feels so good! It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. Your dick is so good! Breed me Sir!” “Fucking fag boy desperate for cock. Beg me for my load boy. Beg me to breed you. Beg me to make this pussy into a real fucking cunt!” Sir was pounding me hard now. He was swinging the sling away from him and bashing me back against his cock as it swung back. I was panting, and dripping in sweat. My breathing was ragged as I gasped out, “I need it Sir! I need to be bred! I need my pussy made into a cunt. I need to be your cum dump! Please cum inside me! Breed me! Take me! Fuck me! Fill me up! Please… Please… Please… fucking breed me!” “Here is comes boy, the first load of your life. Take my fucking load!” He screamed as he orgasmed, slamming his dick as deep as it would go inside me and pumping rope after rope after rope of hot cum inside me. I was shaking, several spurts of thick cum oozed out of my caged cock. Sir was still grunting as his dick throbbed inside me. Sweat fell from his face landing on my chest. My head fell back against the sling as I tried to catch my breath. It had happened. Sir had fucked me and bred my hole. I had his hot load inside me right then. I was really a sub boy now. I was a boy. I was a hole. I was Sir’s hole. I had found my place. “Fuck boy.” Sir groaned when he finally started pulling his cock from my hole. “You did so good.” He took a step away and grabbed something off the table of toys next to the sling. He lubed it up and pressed it into my hole. It was another silvery orange toy, this time a plug. It was shaped roughly like a man’s dick but with a thick knot at the base. He pushed it into my freshly bred hole and it popped into place. “From now on, this plug stays in your cunt when you’re not being bred. Is that understood boy?” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy.” He unfastened my arms and legs from the sling and helped me down. “Kneel there.” He pointed to the floor directly in front of the sling. I did as I was told. “Eyes front.” I looked dead ahead as Sir walked away from me. A moment later he returned and unlocked the collar from my neck, I looked up at him sadly but he just smiled. “That’s just a training collar, something I use on a boy I’m just playing with. This,” he dropped a thick heavy chain around my neck, “Is the collar of an owned boy.” He locked a big gold padlock through the last links of the chain and dropped it onto my chest. There was no ignoring the weight of it. Like my cage the chain would be a constant reminder of who I belonged to. “You’re mine now boy. You’ll come here every day after work or school and service me, or whoever I want you to service. Follow instructions and your hungry pig cunt will never go without again.”

Trigger warning: If you somehow didn't realise you are in bug chasing & gift giving story section, then this is the final warning. This story is written in 1st person dual point of view Chapter 1: 7 Feb 2003 Jamie Alec slipped the condom off his hard cock as he lay back on the bed, “Let me catch my breath, I don’t want to cum just yet.” Even though he had not cum, the pouch of the condom was filled with pre-cum. Alec oozes a lot of pre-cum easily - something I found both hot but scary at the same time. Scary because Alec was HIV+. We were boyfriends for more than a year but were unable to have bare sex as we were sero-discordant. “What time did you want to start driving to your parent’s seaside unit tomorrow morning?” I asked. It was going to be my 23rd birthday this weekend and Alec had been planning to take me there to spend the weekend, just the two of us. I met Alec just over a year ago in the winter of 2001 while I was doing my postgraduate studies in a University town in the East Midlands. That winter was my first term break, and I decided to stay at my hostel instead of going back to my folks’ place. During the first term, I focused on my studies and was celibate. The break away from my parents meant a chance to find a hookup. I signed up to a gay dating website and browsed the profiles. Being a small university town, there weren't very many men on the dating site unlike the bigger cities. Stumbling across Alec’s profile, I took a moment to admire his pictures - he was totally my type, 44 with a dad bod, hairy, with a beard, with a balding head that he shaved - a very masculine looking top. I honestly didn’t think I had a chance to catch his interest. In my limited experience, I generally found guys that looked like Alec weren’t interested in slim, twinkish, nerdy looking guys like myself. So I moved on. I wish I had similar tastes to my gay friends and peers. Amongst them, I was the odd one out who found older men attractive. But hey, I like what I like. To my surprise, not long after I viewed his profile, Alec messaged me and we started chatting. It turned out he lived pretty close to where I was. We met and the sex was great. After sex, whilst having a chat, Alec revealed to me that he was HIV+. I remembered feeling quite calm at his revelation. I was more surprised at feeling so calm about the news than learning that he was HIV+. I only had safe sex with hookups and only saved bare sex for a significant other - a boyfriend/partner when we reached a level of trust and commitment, before properly consummating our relationship. However, nothing is always 100% safe and I had always expected that I would be more terrified of accidental infection despite all precautions. I had even surprised myself that even after Alec’s revelation, I was still willing to suck him without a condom. The sensation of rubber against flesh for anal sex was already awful. But the taste of rubber, orally? Vile. It simply cannot compare to sucking on rock hard flesh and drinking in the smell of manhood that isn’t drowned by the smell of rubber. The taste of salty pre-cum filling my taste buds - and with Alec being a leaker of pre-cum, it would have been a shame to miss all of that. It started as a one night stand, then moved on to meeting up every weekend as fuckbuddies. Fuck sessions eventually also became great hangout sessions with each other, and not long after we became exclusive. I never really pry about Alec’s past sexual history. I always had a thing for a very experienced top who had sowed his seeds. The idea that his cock had been to many other boy’s holes before mine turned me on - he must have fucked so many guys bare and got infected I thought. Prying might give way to revealing my dark fantasy which I found highly embarrassing and inappropriate on my part, so I kept it firmly hidden. Alec was my 3rd boyfriend/partner I had. With my first two boyfriends/partners, I remembered how exciting and special it was to be able to completely share our bodies completely with each other after we went to the doctors and tested clean. It was intimate and special - the joining of flesh of two people in love, full skin to skin contact. The memories of the love making with my ex-es only served to highlight how unnatural a piece of latex worn over the dick felt. It was unfair I could experience such a connection with ex-es but not with a current boyfriend. Unfortunately, bare love making would always be a forbidden fruit between Alec and I, yet it didn’t mean I wasn’t frustrated at the situation. Unconsciously, I let out a sigh. “Why the sigh?” Alec asked, “What are you thinking about?” I felt my cheeks turning hot. “It’s nothing,” I said. Alec’s lips formed a mischievous smile, “When you say ‘nothing’ and your face is as red as a beetroot, it usually means you have some naughty thought that you are too shy to share. Spill it, let me enjoy it too.” I made an inward sigh. Alec would badger me to tell him what I was thinking, so I confessed, “I was just feeling frustrated that circumstances prevent us from having bare sex, ok? I just like the idea of being so physically close to you that we are joined together but we can’t.” Alec’s features softened, though his eyes seemed to smoulder at the same time. “I know what you mean. It’s a crap situation.” A moment of silence passed before the playful spark appeared in Alec’s eyes. “I have an idea - have you ever tried frottage? — Ok, that blank look on your face has given me my answer. Why don’t you lie face down? And don’t worry, I am not going to fuck you, the angle would be all wrong, don’t worry.” It was definitely a term I had never come across. I had absolutely no clue what Alec was talking about. Letting him take charge (which I rather like), he positioned me on the bed face down. Unconsciously, I arched my arse upwards in anticipation as if to invite Alec to fuck. “Nope, don’t raise your arse up. Don’t tempt me, just lie flat. We’re not going to fuck. I’ll keep you safe,” Alec said. Just as I complied, I felt a generous amount of cold lube being rubbed between the crack of my arse cheeks and my upper thighs. I stifled a gasp as the edges of his palm rubbed over my taint, before travelling in between my legs. “Feels nice, doesn’t it? My hands rubbing between your crack?,” I could ‘hear’ the grin in his tone, “Now you stay lying flat and I want you to keep your legs shut as tightly as possible. I’ll let you feel something nicer than my hands down your crack.” I felt Alec positioned himself above me as if getting ready to fuck me. I trust that he wasn’t going to fuck me, yet a thrill of anticipation washed through me. Both his hands pressed down against the bed, he was a little to far towards the bed head to be able to fuck me. His beefy hairy legs squeezed my slimmer smooth legs to make sure they are pressed tightly against each other. Instead of the side of his palm running against my crack, I felt his hard knob run from the top of my tailbone, right down between cheeks, then glancing past the entrance of my passage, before it reached the bottom of my crack and his cock slid in-between my smooth legs. Even though I could feel the angle of the cock was not right for penetrating, that brief glancing touch of his glans against my pucker caused me to gasp. Despite being unable to see Alec’s face, I knew he had a wicked grin on his face. He repeated the motion of thrusting hard just above the top of arse cheeks, letting his cock glide hard between the cleft of my butt, quickly running over my hole and between my legs. Even though his cock did not enter my passage, the force of his cock still sent shockwaves to my prostate. For brief fleeting moments, the helmet of his cock was tantalisingly close to my hole before it moved away in between my pressed thighs. It dawned on me that this was the closest his piss slit ever got to my opening. I felt a momentarily uneasy - would the dangerous pre-cum oozing out of Alec’s piss hole be smeared all over my entrance? It should be safe, I reasoned to myself, the thrill of the situation and being closer to Alec overwriting any concerns, and my unease subsided and was quickly eclipsed by the thrill of how close we were to do something we shouldn’t. Alec’s rod, a tool for both pleasure and danger, so close to my passage. “Imagine if I was actually really fucking you like this with my bare cock. We get too horny and throw caution into the wind, fuck raw skin to skin like two boyfriends should. As I get close to cumming, I ask you where you want me to cum and you ask me to cum in you,” Alec said, panting. I froze in shock, arousal and unease at Alec’s fantasy. To be precise, I was shocked at how intense I found the idea arousing, but there was an underlying unease. “It is just a fantasy, Jamie. I’ll keep you safe like I always have, I promise,” Alec said soothingly and my unease faded as I got into the fantasy. Had it been anyone else who shared that fantasy, I would have been utterly scandalised and put a stop to it. There was no way I would even confess to finding that idea titillating. I once read an article about these people called ‘bug-chasers’. I couldn’t fathom how anyone could have such ridiculous notions. However, at this moment, it wasn’t some random stranger’s bug. It was Alec’s. His load was dangerous and toxic, yet I could suddenly hear its seductive promise of the most intimate of bonds with my boyfriend. I wondered at that moment if I had gained some insight about what those bug-chasers meant when they talked about a bond and a brotherhood. A bond with Alec - it was heady and intoxicating. I found myself immediately deeply embarrassed by how I found this [banned word] fantasy so arousing. I managed to find my voice and tentatively joined in with the fantasy,, “That’s so wicked, Alec… A poz boyfriend pozzing his neg boyfriend, making him his forever.” “That idea turns you on too, Jamie? We throw caution to the wind and give ourselves completely to each other to pleasure each other? At the end of it, I deliver my poz cum in you? Knock you up with my viral load? You’ll always be mine,” The idea was primal and animalistic, and spoke to a base and basic instinct that I never knew I had. The love making between 2 negative guys could never form this biological connection that Alec could with me. Suddenly, the bare love making I had shared with my previous 2 exes felt lacking comparison with what Alec’s dirty seed could offer. They left no permanent mark on me. I wanted to voice this out to Alec to feed into his fantasy but I struggled to voice out the [banned word] ideas. The ideas made me so horny that I felt my orgasm building, “I’m going cum.” “Me too,” Alec responded as he thrusted. Years of safe sex indoctrination kicked in and I reflexively reminded Alec, “Please don’t cum on my hole.” But as I said it, the idea of Alec searing hot cum splashed all over my hole and being dangerously close to dripping into my entrance tipped me over the edge and I came. “Don’t worry I wouldn’t,” Alec panted as he gave a few more hard thrusts, before pushing his cock completely between my legs and came. I felt his warm dangerous cum wetting my inner thighs and the bed. “Enjoyed that?” “Yea,” I replied breathlessly, “it is as close as we can pretend to fucking bare.” To my surprise, the disappointment in being unable to fuck bare weighed heavily.

Start small, get a good core group of guys together that just mesh well. I've been part of groups like this before and usually without a good core group it falls flat the second time, third time, until it's gone.

ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - ELBOW DEEP PARTY IN HARLEM About a month ago, my candy-man and his roommate were having some issues with their landlord and asked me if I could maybe come down to their place, look over their lease and give them some advice. I had finished my appointments for the day so I told them okay. I got to Washington Heights in less than 30 minutes and sat down with them to examine their lease. They filled a huge water pipe with lots of magic crystals and proceeded to have me blow clouds with them while we discussed their problem at length. In 90 minutes or so, I had outlined a way for them to resolve their differences with their landlord that would satisfy both sides, and they were ecstatic. Now they'd kept me hitting the pipe quite generously and gifted me with a nice amount of tina to take with me as a reward. I was now somewhat tweaked, very horny, and in Manhattan late afternoon on a Saturday. Unfortunately, neither of them was up for pnping, as they each had non-sexual appointments they were on their way to. Before we finished our puffing festival, I checked Chempigs.com on line to see if anyone was nearby and up for hosting. Fortunately, there was someone only 20 blocks away - a guy I'd been trading messages and emails with on the site for some time, always hoping we could play, but never being able to make our schedules match. He invited me to his place immediately and I hopped in the car and headed to Harlem. It took only 5 minutes and amazingly, I got a street space only a half block from his building. I gave him a call when I parked as he needed to come to the lobby to let me in. Good thing I found that close space as it started to rain for the first time in weeks as I was heading to his building. Clayton met me at the lobby door and escorted me to the elevator and up to his apartment. It was a nice - and really large - apartment, and it peaked my interest that it seemed like there was someone else home. Clayton led me to his room and shut the door behind us, looking me up and down and nodding while saying "finally". As mentioned we'd messaged and cruised each other on line but timing had never worked out before. Finally was right! I pulled out my supplies and filled his water-pipe with some quality crystals, and we puffed and shot-gunned as we stripped each other and got things started. Clayton turned out to be 40-ish, and very tall - at least 6'5" or so, to my 6' - and very lean. He's Trinidadian, beautiful cafe au lait skin and a light dusting of hair on his chest leading down in a treasure trail to his pubic patch, which framed a long cock, not quite as thick as mine but definitely longer! His long legs led up to a perky bubble butt also with a light dusting of hair. He really went for my hairy chest, legs, balls and ass and my pale skin. After making out and puffing and getting each other hard as a rock, we had to break so I could quickly clean up in his shower. As I was about to go, he asked if I'd be interested in his roommate joining in a couple of hours, and I told him that it sounded like fun to me. He smiled and picking up the pipe, said "Let me introduce you guys before you hit the shower." Going out into the long hallway, we passed the front door and the bathroom and continued down to what looked like a workroom filled with (unusually for New York City) hand tools and hardware. And also filled with Clayton's very hot roommate, Rod. Rod was facing away and on the phone, dressed only in leather shorts, boots and a harness. He turned hearing us enter and quickly told the person on the phone he'd call back in 5 minutes. Rod was probably around my age (just turned 53), and a shorter, stocky, muscular African-American guy with much darker skin than Clayton's, and he looked awfully familiar. We traded shotguns off the pipe while Clayton introduced us, and we both mentioned that we were convinced we'd met before. Rod told us that he needed to get back to his client and do another two hours of work then we could join him in his much larger play room. We headed back down the long corridor and I jumped in the bathroom with my kit to do a quick clean up and out. I had my travel-ready straight pipe and took a few hits to aid the process, gargled a little mouthwash and headed back to Clayton. He was naked and puffing, stroking while he watched some bareback leather porn I brought. I guess Clayton had been tweaking for a while before I got there, as he was totally AMPED and ready to go... so enthusiastic that I had to imagine he'd been frustrated from playing for at least several hours. In a minute we were on the bed locked in a 69 hotter than any I'd had in some time. It was a beautiful cock, and long, and thank god, I was on top during this segment since although I deep throat well, that amount of length might have been an issue if he decided to face fuck me from above. After long mutual suck jobs, we hit the pipe again shotgunning every hit, and making out between. Finally, we each took a huge hit, followed by each taking a nice huff of Maximum Impact and slid back down to a 69-Rim session, this time with me on the bottom with my neck boosted by a couple of pillows. He had a hot tasty hole that blossomed under my eager tongue; from the sounds he was making, and the enthusiasm with which his beefy tongue was raping my hairy hole, he was a very happy camper. Once our holes were getting sloppy and open it was time to get them filled. While he hit the glass cock, I got behind him and sank into that hot warm chute and starting a slow grinding fuck while he spun out his clouds. He definitely was going for my girth, and asked to turn on to his back for deeper penetration. As face-to-face is my favorite position to both top and to bottom, I was more than willing to comply. We fucked for a while with me on the bed with him, then I got down on the floor to stand with his long legs over my shoulders while I really wailed on his hole at his request. All this time we were either furiously kissing or biting and sucking the others nips and neck. More clouds and we switched... it took a little patience, and maximum impact, but he got that entire length into my hole and fucked me in several positions, making me feel incredible the longer we went. For another hour we would literally pull out of each other and without moving switch top and bottom, filling and being filled. It was heaven. Time came for a break and to join Rod. Some piss play and a quick rinse in the shower and we were moving all our equipment and materials to the very large room at the end of the apartment. Rod had his king size bed and all sorts of leather, restraints, dildos and toys, lubes and porn screens in there. I filled his water pipe and we got spun some more as Rod stripped the leather shorts off to reveal a flaccid cock as thick and long soft as mine is hard. Now I normally have no issues with my endowment - it is average length and greater than average width and I very much know how to use it - but there are times when I'm playing, especially with African or Latino guys that I just have to kind of sit back and marvel, and get over a minute or two of feeling inadequate! The rest of Rod was worthwhile to, a very hot muscular ass and he appeared to be naturally smooth all over... well, he probably did shave his head a bit, but not the body. I brought out some G and we drank some, smoked more, and began to get down to more chemmed up man-sex. Each of us fucked the others, and I was lucky that Clayton had gotten most of my stretching done prior as Ron went in without pause and started his fuck on me. After the mutual all around fuck we broke for a bit more refreshment and clouds and that's when Rod and I remembered where we'd met. A mutual friend of ours on Central Park West used to host Tuesday Afternoon pnp parties about 10 years ago and we'd encountered each other there a number of times. That also reminded Rod that I was a Fisting top, one he very much enjoyed getting hand-balled by, and we knew what would happen next. Working with Rod's "special lube" - a private combo of crisco and j-lube laced with tina and tina piss, I began working fingers into his hole. He was flat on his back on the edge of the bed (a waist high bed) while I alternated sitting on a fuck stool or sitting on Clayton's cock as HE sat on the fuck stool. Very shortly, I was stretching Rods opening alternating four fingers on each hand, determining which arm would be better, finding it to be the left, I sank all five fingers in to his welcoming manhole. He was literally squealing with delight over the attention to his hole, and I pulled my special maneuver. Being double jointed and still flexible from my dancer days, I can rotate my wrist 360 degrees without much problem - by stepping over my arm, now butt to butt with my fistee, I can continue the turning in the same direction. Stepping over with my second leg, I return to facing my fist-bottom and can still complete the rest of AN ADDITIONAL 360 degree turn. 19 out of 20 fisting bottoms seem to go nuts over that! And then of course, I can reverse direction and do it again the other way, bringing myself back to where I was. During the session, Clayton went from fucking me from behind to sitting on Rod face while I blew Clayton or kneeling so Rod could blow him and I could rim him. Anytime I went for deeper penetration, Clayton went behind me again so I could assure eye-contact with Rod. We played several more hours in various combos and I headed home, promising to come back for both more group play and one-on-one's with each hot man. The following Tuesday, I got to do so with just Rod - I arrived at about 11AM - this time Rod took care of the party favors. We blew clouds, had a bit of G, did booty bumps and began a day long session. It was a wild day - though I fucked Rod on and off, most of the time I spent as a top I spent fisting since he was so delighted with last time. I was in his unbelievable hot muscle ass up to my elbow on my right arm, and just past my elbow on my left. And I got both hands in at the same time past the wrist. In exchange, Rod fucked me pretty frequently with that big thick cock of his. And get this... he gave me four loads. FOUR LOADS. I kid you not. Since I spend more time in most sessions topping, I don't get to be bred too often. So, even once is special... but FOUR? There were a few large group parties in my long career of man-sex where I was bred three times, and once or twice four... but always by different guys, never four loads from one! And between the chems and the company his huge cock not only didn't hurt, not only felt good, it felt GREAT. We were two happy pigs when I left with promises to return. I hope to rendezvous with Clayton soon, and get them both not too soon after!

Just set a personal record. Went over to a guys house that I fuck with regularly. He had a friend over and they both took turns breeding me. Then had another guy waiting at my place when I got home and took a few loads from him. Total of 10 loads in 30 fucking minutes!

Daddy text me last night at midnight that he was Horny. I was still sore from NYE but I never turn down Daddy. "5 minutes please Daddy" I reply, climbing out of bed and finding my lube and booty shorts. "I'm here now Boy. Door." He replies. I walk downstairs and Daddy is there. He kisses me hard on the doorstep, before pulling my top off. I start teasing his cock with my fingers as he's sucking my nipples, he roughly turns me around, bent over the stairs. It's a quick passionate fuck tonight. He's telling me how slutty I am fucking him and his friend (New Daddy) and how I'm their boy. I moan back I'm theirs. He cums quickly, I turn and suck his cock before tucking it in for him. He simply says "see you later" and walks off. I go back to bed, I've done my duty, what more could I need?

As have I. And upon reflection I've always come to the conclusion that the moderators were correct. I might not have thought so in the heat of the moment, but afterwards - sure. I also realize I don't know what penalties may have been levied against anyone who might have goaded me into posting something I shouldn't have.

It was a few weeks after my 21st birthday and I'd headed out with some friends for the evening. We were a group of typical twinks, and I'd chosen a tight white t-shirt, skinny jeans and sneakers. Not to brag, but my dark hair was perfect, the t-shirt almost sprayed onto my lean, tight, toned body. Ass perfect in the jeans. I kissed a couple of guys, and it got pretty wild. One of my friends had coke (until then the only drug I'd ever tried) and I seemed to get pretty drunk pretty quick. My friends started to peel and pair off, and then before I knew it the bar we were in was closing. I stumbled around the street for a little while, alone at this point, before seeing another bar down the road still open. I'd only ever walked past it before. It was known as a seedy, older guy's bar, but I wanted more booze so I made it up the street and headed in. Pretty much every head turned as I stumbled through the door, and there were maybe 20 guys sat around the small, dark bar. I headed in as confidently as I could, trying not to look too drunk, and leaned against the bar. There were audible gasps behind me, men leering, and I was the youngest in there by at least 25 years. The bartender was an older, stocky guy, dressed in a leather vest. He headed over. "Can I help you Son?" I tried my best to look sober. "Er, yeah, just a beer please?" He raised an eyebrow, but then surveyed the room. Seemed like his customers were enjoying the view, and he shrugged as he gave me a beer. I dropped my wallet as I got it out of my pocket, and as I bent down to get it I heard more gasps behind me. I knew my ass would look good like this. I paid for the drink and sipped on it as casually as I could. I noticed a guy staring at me from one of the bar stools. Maybe 50 or so, he was dressed in leather, looked a little skinny but paunchy, and he gave me a smirk as I sipped my beer. I looked away, but could see everyone else in the bar staring at me and whispering. One guy in the corner was just staring at me non-stop, and he had his hand in his trousers, a goon expression on his face. 'Damn, what kind of place is this?' "Don't mind Frank," a low voice said next to me. I jumped a little. The guy from the bar stool had wandered over. I looked blankly at him. "The guy jerking himself off over there, he does it here every night," he smirked. "I can see why he'd have his hand in his pants for you though". He's eyes wandered down my body. "Sexy little piece aren't you?" I blushed, giving him a weak smile, trying to seem as sober and in control as I could. His breath was awful, really rotten, and I could see that his teeth were a mess, even some missing. His face close up was aged and haggard, with blotches all over, and his hair was thinning. "So what's a sexy little fucker like you doing in a shithole like this?" I smirked. "Can't a guy just buy a drink?" He thought for a second: "Sure he can, but most people come in here looking for other things too..." I blinked, my head feeling fuzzy, and I felt like everyone in the room was getting closer. Frank in the corner was really beating his meat now, tongue out, staring at me, and I put my beer down on the bar. "I er... gotta go..." I went to walk away but almost feel over, and the man's hands grabbed me around my waist. "Whoa boy, think you've had enough, better get you outta here..." He walked me to the front door and into the street, propping me up against the wall. "You okay kid?" I nodded, not very convincingly, my head hung in drunken stupor. "I'm gonna... gonna go home..." Weirdly the air seemed to make me feel better, and I looked up to see him grinning down at me. "You won't get a cab around here, it's kicking out time." I looked up the street, and to be fair it was very busy. "My place isn't far, come back for a drink and you can get a cab from there..." I seemed to get a second wind, and nodded. "Sure man, why not?" I managed to walk unaided as we headed towards his place. It was about a five minute walk, and as we went he told me his name was Steve. "Alex," I'd said non-nonchalantly, him walking slightly behind me. We got to a pretty run down apartment building and he let us in. His place was a mess, mattress in the middle of the floor, beer cans and food boxes everywhere, and it smelled too. It looked like he only had one room. There was a couch covered in dirty clothes, and a small kitchen unit in the corner. "You got a bathroom?" He nodded towards the only door on the far side of the room, and I headed in as he went to the fridge. His bathroom was filthy. Toilet un-flushed, mess everywhere. I was planning to leave but I needed to piss like my life depended on it. A let out a thunderous stream of piss, my aim all over the place as I pissed on his seat and floor. I flushed and steadied myself on the sink, looking into the dirty mirror. Peeling my phone out, I pulled up the Uber app. Swaying as I ordered, I got an alert straight away telling me there were no cabs. "You okay in there?" he shouted through the door. "Yeah man," I said, heading out into the living area. "Can't get a fucking cab..." "Stay, have a drink..." he said, bringing over two glasses to the couch area. He'd cleared some space, and by this point I was totally hammered, so I sat down on his couch and took the glass. I sipped it, fuck it was strong, and he encouraged me to drink it. "I put a nice, healthy dose of G in there for you... mine too..." I looked at him. "Huh? G?" He nodded, a warm smile on his face. "It's perfectly safe, I know what I'm doing..." At this point I didn't care - it felt like I was losing control, so I gulped the drink down. "Fuck..." I said. "That tasted nasty..." "Yeah, G isn't the nicest taste..." he said, finishing his own drink. "Mind if I get more comfortable?" I nodded. "Sure man, your place." He got up, giving a big stretch, and took off his leather shirt. His body was pale and gaunt, with a podgy belly, and he looked like he had sores all over him. I stretched on the sofa, arching my back. "Fuck man that stuff was strong..." My head feeling cloudy and whoozy, but a growing elated feeling inside me. I started grinning, almost uncontrollably, and giggling to myself. I started to feel warm - and as I looked over he was making another drink. He came over and handed it to me. "No G don't worry, just a normal drink..." I sat and sipped it, getting talkative and funny all of a sudden, making him laugh. It was so warm. "Your cheeks are flushed Alex... get more comfortable if you want..." I smirked, giving him a wink. "Like that wouldn't you?" I pulled up Spotify on my phone and put some music on. I got up. "Come on, let's dance!" He laughed, shaking his head. "I'm too old for dancing..." I shrugged, dancing around the room, feeling amazing and so sexy at the same time. I was dancing at him, for him, and I lifted up my t-shirt to show him my lean, toned six pack, rubbing it for him. His eyes were wide, and I could see a bulge in his pants. Turning my back to him, I shook my ass, playing with my t-shirt, flashing skin at him. I grabbed for my drink, almost knocking it over and taking a gulp. As I carried on dancing he leered at me as I showed him glimpses of my body. Before long, I slowly peeled off my t-shirt and tossed it onto the floor. I motioned for him to join me with my finger, and as he approached, I turned my back and started grinding my ass into him. Fuck I was horny, all sense and repulsion of this guy I would never have looked at twice out of the window. The smell of his breath ground me for a second, but then his hands touched me, and I arched my back, feeling his fingers rake down my exposed ribs, taking in my flat, firm stomach, my tiny waist, my smooth back. "Do you want me to take you to heaven Alex?" He moved away, heading into a cupboard in the kitchen, and I tried to see what he was doing. "What's that?" I said, as he messed around with his back to me. "Heaven," he said, turning back and nodding at the mattress. "Take off your clothes, lie on the mattress, and I'll take you to heaven..." I shrugged. 'Fuck it,' I thought, kicking off my shoes and socks and peeling down my jeans. I could see him stealing glances back at me as I undressed, and soon I was nude, clambering onto the dirty, smelly mattress. I was too horny to care, and so curious about this 'heaven' that I lost all sense. He took a while in the kitchen and my semi died, my soft cock lying lazily on my stomach. I heard some muffled sounds behind me, and as I turned back he seemed to be taking something off his arm, holding his arm above his head. He coughed violently for a minute, before heading over to the mattress and kneeling next to me. He started tying a shoelace around my arm. I looked at him, puzzled, before he held up a needle almost full to the brim with liquid. "What... what's that?" I said, nerves rising in me but some other force inside pushing them back down. "Heaven," he whispered, holding my exposed arm. I felt a sharp jolt as he pushed the needle into my arm, and I wriggled slightly. "Keep still," he said, an almost manic look in his eyes. He seemed to be mouthing a countdown to himself, before he looked me dead in the eyes and said, "Welcome to heaven." In an instant, my entire body spasmed. I gasped in shock, trying to sit bolt upright but he pushed me back down. It felt like every nerve ending in my body was having an orgasm at the same time. I'd never felt anything like it in my entire life. My eyes wide, glazed, mouth wide open, head rolling around as he held my arm in the air and tore the shoelace off. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." I kept saying as I rolled around on his mattress, my back arched, nude body trembling. I looked down, and my soft cock had cummed all over my abs. I hadn't felt an orgasm at all, and I kept gasping in shock and the feeling washed over me. He dropped my arm, his mouth diving onto my dick, slurping every last drop of my un-felt cum shot. My soft dick dribbling semen. He started licking at my abs, making weird moans, clawing at my nude body as his rancid teeth raked at my soft skin. My head rolling around, unable to lie still, arms reaching up behind me, clawing at nothing in particular. By this point he was shifting position, pushing my legs apart. I'd never been as horny in my entire life. Staring at him, my eyes demented. "Oh fuck yes fuck me!" He pushed himself in between my legs, holding them in the air, and started rubbing his bare cock on my hole. He looked down at me, he looked like a demon, and started to frantically, desperately push. My hole, my body's last defense, desperately trying to reject his bare leaking cock as he pushed harder. It hurt, but I didn't care, my soft cock twitching on my stomach, leaking more cum onto my abs as my hole finally yawned open around his mushroom. I gasped, clawing at the disgusting mattress, digging my nails into it as he pushed deeper into me. He started fucking me, hard, holding my legs up. He took one of my bare feet and put it to his mouth, his tongue all over my toes as I flexed them. I felt his dick push through my second ring, his exposed cockhead deep in my gut. I reached out to grab him, pulling him down onto me and locking my mouth onto his. My tongue running all over his rancid mouth, my perfect straight teeth banging up against the stumps and gaps of his gums. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and his arms went under my armpits, cradling me as he fucked me bare. My back arching, pushing my hard nipples into his flabby chest. "Oh fuck yes!" Arms around his neck, legs locked around his back as he fucked his cock into my gut. He was grunting in my ear, both of us lost in drug-induced horniness as he cradled my twink body. "Oh fuck... fuck... I'm gonna..." He held me, maybe too tight, as he made one last, desperate, jabbing thrust as deep inside me as he could get, unleashing a torrent of cum into my unprotected body. Ropes and ropes of thick, creamy semen layering against the walls of my gut. I lay there panting as he roughly pulled out of me, lying down next to me on the mattress...

(I don't know why this bit didn't publish with the last bit, but here is the finish.) I wake up a few hours later, my hole is hurting, my throat sore. I've got cum and spit drying all over me. I look at my phone, it's 5.25am. I see 2 messages from New Daddy. First one sent a little after they left "you were amazing for us, roll on next time!" Second one, sent at 5.22am. "Slut, I'm coming back over." It's obviously what woke me. I lie there and listen as the door opens a short while later. New Daddy walks in, and slowly starts taking his clothes off again. He brings his cock to my lips, and I begin sucking like a good boy. He moans before telling me to swallow. With no warning my mouth is filled with piss again. I swallow what I can, being soaked by the rest. He laughs as he takes a picture of me "For us all" he says. He roughly starts to finger my ass, I'm moaning around his cock, it's hurting, but I love it. he brings his fingers to my mouth, I suck them clean. He helps me stand and walk to the bedroom, I see myself in the mirror. I'm covered in everything, my neck, shoulders, chest a map of lovebites. I lie down as New Daddy starts grinding into my ass again. He fucks me one last time before I fall asleep in his arms. I wake up later, he has gone, but a message is on my phone. "Slut, your our toilet as well now. Next time we are bringing another guy. Now, rest. Your slut tattoo is booked for the 8th Jan, we are paying. Your just being marked properly." I can't wait.

Can't tell exactly how many loads I took in 2023. But... on average I go to a sex club twice a week (sometimes I will go 3-4 times a week, other weeks I skip altogether due to travels). On an average, I reckon I get five loads per visit. There are times when with big events I get probably 10 even 15 loads, but five loads on a visit is a fairly accurate average. so, doing the math, I took some 500+ loads in 2023. Out of these 500+ ones, I vividly remember a few: the 6'4, 220 muscle Dutch daddy, with a 8" big mushroom head, thick and with a nice PA. Sling upstairs at the Lab the 5'8, Mexican dude, with a nice decent sized dick who fucked me four times in one evening, cumming every fucking time the average looking guy at Keller in Paris who had a beer-can cock and grunted like a mauled bear when he unloaded in my ass the great Italian kisser of Jails in Mannheim (thank you for the most erotic experience of the year) the young Serbian, smooth and muscled, with whom I flipped fucked at Biohazardmen party in Berlin the skinny duo of Spaniards who double-fucked me on open stage in Madrid; feeling how one unloaded while the other one was sloshing his cock inside me, was mesmerising and finally the nice South African with a scorpio tattoo on his cock. Needless to say I went for seconds LOL Here's to many more fucks in 2024 my friends!

I think I had my teeth gritted during the whole ordeal, only able to let out the occasional pained groan as I was stretched wider than I thought was possible. Nick’s piercing was being pressed hard into my inner walls by Dane’s cock, and to be honest there was no longer any pleasure in it being there. Maybe just having the two cocks in me is something I could have started to enjoy, but I felt like that PA was tearing up my insides. Of course, it actually was, and Nick must have known it as he had a tissue ready to push against by rectum as they withdrew from me. I reached back and took over holding it in place, and then managed to kneel-walk my way off the bed and hobble to the bathroom. The cum soaked tissue was indeed stained slightly red, meaning their toxic seed was going to be working into my bloodstream much more easily. I got myself cleaned up, and then hobbled back out to the bedroom where Nick and Dane were once again lying on the bed smoking. I slid onto the mattress neck to Dane and carefully lay down, accepting a cigarette from him. We then lay there in silence for a while, until we were interrupted by someone calling Dane’s name from outside. He sat up, slid off the bed, and made his way over to the window which he then opened. “You got some fresh meat in there Dane?” the man called up. “Yes, but he’s Nick’s project” Dane responded. “Only I get to help out until he’s done.” “Typical!” shouted the man. “Selfish fucker…” “I heard that!” shouted Nick from the bed next to me, a slight grin on his face. At this point curiosity got the better of me, and I got off the bed and stood by the edge of the window slightly shielded by the curtains. I looked down at the man shouting up at us. “Well” shouted the man to Dane, “if we can’t have him, is your hole at least free?” Dane looked over at Nick, who shrugged at him with a smile. Dane’s face broke into a grin, and he turned back to the window. “Be right down!” Dane turned back to Nick, smiling. “You sure?” he asked. “Yeah, no problem” Nick replied. “You’ve got my two loads today already, so go have fun.” Dane beamed at him, and then walked briskly to the door. As he opened it, he turned back and looked in my direction. “I’ll come back later and fuck you some more once Dimitri’s given me a recharge” he said. “Promise.” With that, he turned and bolted out the door, slamming it behind him. I watched him leave, glanced out the window to see the man now lighting up a cigarette while he waited for Dane, and then I stepped away from the window and climbed back onto the bed next to Nick. “Dimitri?” I asked. “Horny little twerp” Nick replied. “If he’s not fucking the shit out of someone, he’ll be going all alpha power bottom somewhere.” “He’s cute” I said. “Yep” said Nick, “and he knows it.” “Sounds like you don’t like him” I said. “Nah, he’s OK really” he sighed. “I just wish he would be a bit more, I dunno…” “A bit more what?” I eventually asked. “Nuanced, I guess” Nick said. “I mean, we all do our own thing, pursue things our own way, but Dimitri goes through each week’s new set of tourists like a crazed predator.” “What do you mean?” “I mean, he just randomly fucks every guy he can” he said. “When Greg said earlier that we don’t get many newlyweds here, he really only meant back here at the house. The truth is, Dimitri probably ruins at least one new marriage a week, whether the guy is here with a wife or a husband.” “You serious?” I asked. “Yeah” he sighed. “It’s actually lucky I got to you first.” “It is?” I said, turning to face him. “Yeah” he said, looking back at me with a warm smile. “I think you’re one of us, and I’m glad I get to be the one to bring you in.” We just looked at each other for a while, something of a bond forming. Not a romantic one, as I knew he and Dane loved each other, but something else that was special. “Let’s get some rest” he eventually whispered to me. “Turn over.” I turned onto my other side so I had my back to him, and then felt him slide his body over until he was pressed against me, his enormous chain pushing into my shoulder. He then reached down between us, and a moment later his cock was pressing into my backside. Despite the ache in there from the double penetration, I still lifted up my leg to give him better access, and he slowly pushed his cock back into my hole. Once he was fully embedded inside me I lowered my leg, and then he slid one arm under my neck and put his other one round me. I felt safe, and I felt right. It was crazy, given I had started the day a straight man on his honeymoon, but I knew this was the way I needed my life to be from now on. Ignoring the buzzing I could hear from my silenced phone, I flexed my arse on Nick’s cock a few times, then relaxed into his protective embrace and drifted off to sleep…

I was sucking on M's cock taking the whole thing in my mouth, gettinf every last drop of his cum out. My God, the taste was delicious. His cock tasted like cum and my ass juice. It was completely intoxicating. I was not being delicate with my sucking. It was loud and sloppy sounding. Slurping his softening cock in my mouth. I could tell his cock had the post cum sensitivity by the way his body would jolt around when i sucked on the head of his fat cock. I pulled my face away from his cock and just admired him. He was so fucking beautiful. His face was kind, his body was perfection, and his cock...his thick meaty, heavy cock. It just hanged there between his massive thighs. It gave me a new appreciation of his cock actually. It wasnt small or even average. On a normal man, his cock would look enormous. But because his legs were so thick, his cock looked average. His thick cock matched his thick muscular body, even down to the vein running down the middle of his cock. His arms were above his head, and his hands covering his face. He was trying to recenter himself aftet a very hard fuck and a very intense cum that he had. His body was still quivering. I just took in this incredible sight. I wanted to commit this moment to my memory bank. I was so incredibly turned on by this man. His brothers hands were rested on my ass cheeks. He was gently massaging them. Lightly digging his fingers into my muscles. Pushing my cheeks together, then pulling them apart. Briefly exposing my used asshole. Then massaging them back together. It felt incredible. I was still so high and the feeling of being touched was honestly amazing and i was feeling so greedy for his touch. I could feel his thumbs inching toward my hole. He was making circular motions on my asshole with both thumbs, alternating which thumb ran across my abused pussy. He was testing to see if i could take anymore. He obviously hadnt met a slut like me. The pain of getting my hole wrecked actually was part of the pleasure. I just dropped my chest to the floor, arched my back, and let out a long, soft, and sensual moan. Fuck, I wanted more. And i couldn't wait to feel his long cock knocking deep inside me. I held onto M's ankles and started to lick his toes as S stood up behind me and lined his cock up to my hole. He slowly pushed inside my wrecked and swollen pussy. He pushed passed my sphincter and kept going. He made his way deep inside me. I could feel every inch. Thr way his raw cock pulled at the skin of my raw hole. Brushing against my prostate the whole way. He pushed until he bottomed out in my deep hole. Now, if you've never had the distinct pleasure of taking a truly massive, long cock. There is something about that feeling of having ut bottom out inside you. All cocks feel incredible when you're getting fucked. But, a cock that is long enough to find the very deepest part of your hole. There is no comparison to that feeling of rearranging your guts. Especially once they really get going and knock that part inside you, the second sphincter. It usually doesnt happen in the first few pumps. But when you get used to getting the depths of your hole doscovered and you start to relax. When you start to push out your hole. That long cock will start to open the second hole inside your pussy. S was there. I was so open and relaxed after taking many fucks already this night. After M fucked his fist inside me. S's long cock on only a few pumps had my pussy pushing out and ready to receive him. He had already found my second hole. Its uncomfortable at first. A little painful. But jf you can push passed that discomfort and pain, i promise you, there is nothing more pleasurable than having a man unlock that for you. I let out a long and guttural moan. It came from the very depth of my soul that S had unlocked for me. He was pushing passed my second hole. It was incredible. He pulled all the way out, and then slid right back in. As he pushed his big cock inside my hole, i pushed put. I wanted him as deep inside me as possible. I leaned back into his body and pushed out my pussy hard. My hole was making all sorts of gurgling noises. I didn't care. The only thing I cared about in that moment was hole deep his cock was going. Again, he pulled out. As he pulled out i squeezed my sphincter hard. I didnt want to feel him leave my body. Then he thrust back in. Again, I pushed out my pussy. He started to speed up, knowing how hard and deep I could take it. He grabbed my hips, i could feel his strong hands grip me hard, i knew he was preparing to rail me. I couldnt wait. I asked if he had the poppers and he stopped with his cock lodged deep insidd me. He tapped my back with them and handed them over to me. I took long deep hits. I felt like I was hitting them so deep my lips were turning blue. I passed them back to him and heard him takijg some deep hits while my body melted to the floor. M had sat back down on the couch and i held onto his feet. I could hear the deep beats from the house music that was thumping, but it seemed so far away. The only thing that I could feel was that massive cock in my loose pussy. I reached back and held my ass cheeks apart to give full access of my hole to S. I needed him as deep inside me as possible. He started his thrusts again. They started slow and deliberate, but gained speed. I just pushed my asshole out and let him ride me. He was hitting so deep inside me that I started to lose control. I could feel the twinge in my useless shriveled cock. It just hung down between my legs, but the sensation of his pounding gave it this feeling of life. My prostate was being throttled. The muscle running down my inner thigh was firing and an incredible feeling was overcoming my body. He was digging his cock straight down into my hole. He knew exactly where to pound. I was having an anal orgasm. But I also started to leak precum like crazy. I was overcome with an overwhelming sensation and i started cumming. Handsfree. My soft, shriveled dick was shooting stream after stream of cum. It made the feeling of getting fuckdd by this massive cock so intense. I started to cry out. My hole was so sensative. But he didnt relent. He grabbed my hips even tighter. His thrusts became harder. He was relentless. I could feel his rock hard cock pounding my ass. His skin sticking to mine as he bottomed out in my hole. Our bodies were so sweaty after so much MDMA and poppers. I could feel his hands slipping off my hips and him readjusting them to get a tighter grip. His thrusting was animalistic. He was grunting and calling me names. Beating up my hole. I was lost in the fuck. My soul was outside my body, and just as I felt like I completely left my body, he would spank my ass hard snd i would come back into my body. I was moaning loud. I had already cum, both anally and from my cock handsfree. The abuse my hole was taking was really painful, but i wouldn't give in, i needed to make him cum. Just as I thought my body wouldn't be able to take anymore, the tightness of my body after orgasming gave up. His fucking started to feel good again. That pain released and turned back to pleasure. The poppers had started to wear off and I was back in my body. Back in control of my pussy. I started to match his thrusts. One of the best things of MDMA is that it usually takes a really long time to cum. So when you're bottoming, you get to feel that incredible sensation of being used for a lot longer than you would sober. And these brothers were putting that to the test for me this time. I started to squeeze my asshole everytime he would pull out and loosen it when he would push in. I would throw my ass back into his forward thrust. I was gonna earn that load if it was the last thing I do. We kept going and going. it felt as if we were the only two people on the planet. Noone else existed except for us. I dont know how long we were fucking, but he threw me around in all sorts of positions. He fucked me in doggy, I rode him, and finally on my back. He was dripping sweat from his chest into my mouth. It was salty and was driving me fucking wild. I was so turned on, feeling this massive cock destroying my asshole. Finally, i could feel his body start to tense up. It was coming. He was cumming. His already massive cock grew more rigid and thick inside me. He started to hold his breath. Then he gave out a loud yell as he unloaded inside me. I was completely spent. I had had full body orgasm after full body orgasm, i had cum handsfree, i was fisted. Holy fuck. I was fisted. I couldnt believe this. It was already morning outside. I had been fucked for hours. By four different guys. I had all their loads inside me. I was so fucking exhausted. S collapsed ontop of me. I just rubbed his head and back and played with his sweaty hair i reached a hand and found M's body too. Somehow we all ended up in S's bed. Im not sure when or how that happened. But i was glad for it. The three of us laid there. I jusy rubbed their bodies and scratched their backs and replayed the whole night in my mind over and over and over again. The boys fell asleep as I touched them. This was surreal. I still can't really believe that this happened. This was every fucked up fantasy that I had ever imagined and then some. I couldn't sleep at all. I was still all wired from thr MDMA and the experience. But i stayed in that bed with those perfect men until the middle of the day when we woke up. We had coffee together and discussed everything that had happened. We all recounted whaybwe could remember. We laughed at some of the things that we did and how crazy we all found it. We all agreed that we probably shouldn't tell anyone what went on at S's place after the bar. I know what happens when you play with straight friends, it usually gets weird afterwards. I am hoping that this isnt the case here, because they are both really great guys and I want to keep spending time with them. I also dont know if I would party like that again. It was fun...fuck...it was absolutely incredible. But I know where that road can lead, so I don't think I can. But in this case, im really glad that we all let loose and lived in that moment.

“Who are those guys?” I asked, blowing out a puff of smoke. I had just got up off my knees after cleaning Nick’s cock for a second time, his cum still dripping out of my gaping hole. “The older one is Bill, and Hank is his husband” Nick replied. “How do you know them?” I asked, intrigued by Nick calling the older one “sir”. “I live with them” he said. “We all do.” “We?” “Their kids and grandkids” he replied, smirking. He let out a chortle at what must have been a stunned expression on my face. “Not actual kids” he continued. “Just a collection of guys they have picked up and pozzed, plus one or two more that one of us has gifted.” My stomach just about fell out of me at that point, as the high from the sex was replaced by panic from having taken two poz loads in my beat-up hole. “There’s me, my boyfriend Dane, Zen, Kris, and a few others” Nick said. “But we’re always on the lookout for more housemates.” I coughed out the smoke I had just inhaled, making him chortle again. “I better get back…” I eventually said, once I had calmed myself down. “Of course” he replied, “though you may want to hit the showers first. Tell her a seagull shat on you or something.” “Yeah, er, I will” I said, before taking a final draw of the cigarette and stubbing it out on a tree. “But don’t forget” said Nick, “I’m going to be wanting more of that hole, so start figuring things out.” I nodded, but then heard more crunching as someone walked towards us from behind me. I spun around in a panic thinking it might be Hannah, but was instead greeted by the sight of another stud. “That’s Dane” said Nick, “my boyfriend.” “Holy fuck” I whispered, causing Nick to laugh out loud. “You know, I might make this a joint project with him” said Nick. I mumbled something, entranced by the man approaching us. “Dane!” he called, as the stud got closer. “Just told Bill this one was for me, but what do you say about pairing up?” “Always happy to share” Dane called back. “It’s nice to do things as a couple sometimes.” He got to us, and then stopped to look me up and down. “Nice”’he said, before looking up at me and reaching out his hand. “Dane.” “Joe” I stammered, hesitating before taking his hand for a shake. “Honeymooner” Nick said. “Wife was asleep on the beach.” Dane gave a deep laugh, and then slapped my shoulder. “She may as well just get on a plane home at this point, right?” he said, grinning. They both laughed, but I could not see the funny side of it. “Aw boy” said Nick, “don’t stress about it. Now get yourself to those showers, and we’ll see you tomorrow.” “Er, er, yes sir” I said. I hurriedly put my CKs on, electing to carry my shorts until I had made a dash into the showers to clean off the evidence of my wrongdoings. I then gave each of them a final look before turning and scampering away towards the shower block. I heard them chuckling as I fled. My hole smarted like anything, but I managed to get cleaned off and then stood outside in the sun in my CKs to dry off a bit before I put my shorts back on. I then headed back to where Hannah was, noticing she was still asleep. However, as I tried to get back onto my towel without waking her, she stirred. “Hmmm, what time is it?” she asked, her face fortunately being away from me as I winced while sitting back down. “Er, about two” I said. She groaned, then turned onto her back and sat up. She faced me, and then got a strange expression on her face. “Are you OK?” she asked. “Yeah, why?” I replied. “I dunno” she said, “you just look a little rattled.” “Oh, yeah, er, when I went to go for a swim a seagull shat on me, so I’ve just had to go and shower” I said. “Gross” she replied, screwing up her face. Then she lay back down, and within moments I could tell from her breathing that she had fallen asleep again.

I walked off the sand and into the trees, but couldn’t immediately see where the God had gone. I was about to turn back when I saw him step out from behind a tree ahead of me, blowing out a cloud of smoke as he did so. I took a deep breath, and then carried on to where he was. “Hey” he said, giving me a flash of that gorgeous smile. “Hi” I said, my voice shaky. “I’m Nick” he said. “Joe” I replied, feeling like I was maybe about to vomit. “Nice to meet you Joe” he said, reaching out his hand. As I took his and we shook, the giant bracelet on his wrist filled the trees with a clattering sound that turned me on even more. “Who’s the lady?” he asked. “Er, my wife” I replied. “We’re on our honeymoon.” He chuckled. “Is that so?” he said, grinning. “Yet here you are.” “I, er, I…” I stammered. “You’re not the first, believe me” he said. “How long are you here for?” “Two weeks” I replied. “Excellent” he said, grinning and winking at me. He then fished out the packet of cigarettes again and put one in his mouth, before offering me one. I was so nervous I took it, popped it into my mouth and then allowed him to light it for me. I took a deep draw while he lit his own, remembering how much I had enjoyed smoking on nights out until Hannah had put a stop to it. “How long until she wakes up?” Nick asked me. “I don’t know” I said. “We better get to business then” he responded, pulling down his shorts while the cigarette dangled from his lips. As he stood up again I could not help but stare at the giant cock that had just been revealed, complete with a huge Prince Albert. When I finally tore my gaze away and looked back at up at his face, he cocked his head to the side giving me a “well, come on then” look. I took another deep draw of the cigarette, and then nervously undid and pulled down my shorts and the CK trunks underneath. “Bend over against that tree” he said, now sounding quite commanding. My heart was going like the clappers, but I did as he asked. He then crouched down behind me, grabbed hold of my buttcheeks and planted his face in my crack. I nearly shot off just from the first lick he gave of my anus, something I had never experienced before. He rimmed me for a couple of minutes, eventually adding his fingers to the mix. First one, then another, then a third. He only paused to pass me another cigarette when I had finished huffing on the first one, clearly noticing I was using it to quell my nerves. My body seemed to be exploding like fireworks as he opened me up, and the smoke was making me dizzy and a bit euphoric. Rather abruptly, he stopped what he was doing and stood up. “OK, here’s the deal” he said, putting a hand on my back to keep me bent over. “I fuck raw, and I breed. I also never fuck just once, so you will be getting this every day while you’re here. I only stop once a hole has left town or the deed is done. So, last chance: do you want this?” I was too turned on to refuse, so vigorously nodded for him to continue. “Good boy” he said, taking his hand off my back. I heard him rummaging in his shorts, and then he thrust a small bottle and a bandana in front of my face. “Take a couple of sniffs, and then put the bandana in your mouth” he said. I did as he said, getting even more high from the weird smelling bottle. I guessed the bandana was to keep me from screaming the forest down. He pressed his cock against my hole, told me to push out, and then I started to see stars. I had only ever been fucked once during a moment of madness at a rest stop, but now the God’s huge monster cock was stretching me open like I was a complete virgin back there. I could feel the PA scraping along my insides as he slowly but firmly pushed himself into me in one go. Thank goodness for the bandana stuffed in my mouth, as I was trying to scream throughout the whole entry. Once he was inside he did not pause to let me get used to it, but instead slowly withdrew most of the way before pressing back in again. He repeated this a couple of times, and then suddenly started to speed up until he was pounding me like crazy. It hurt like fucking hell, but it also felt amazing. I screamed and groaned into the bandana, holding on to the tree for dear life. Nick eventually sped up his thrusting, and then rammed into me one final time. I felt the cock in me thicken and spurt, and knew he was pumping his seed into me. That set me off, and without touching my dick once, I reached orgasm and came all over the forest floor. He pulled out of me, and I involuntarily dropped to my knees as I felt the cum running out of my hole. Nick repositioned himself in front of me and presented his cock to my face, and I could not help but open my mouth to take it in. There was a metallic taste that seemed like it wasn’t just from the large PA, and I realised then as I came down to earth that it was probably my own blood. While sucking on that enormous cock, the panic began to set in as I finally realised what I had done. An obviously HIV positive man had just fucked and bred me, and he had made me bleed. The crunch of people approaching made me pull back in horror, but Nick put his hand on my head to hold me in place, the smash of his giant bracelet on my scalp rather startling me into submission. “Stay” he commanded. A moment later two older men appeared next to us, and man were they a sight. “Nick” said the older one, “we thought we’d find you here. Your favourite spot.” “Yes sir” said Nick. “Got yourself a new plaything I see” said the other man. “Yes, he’s on his honeymoon” Nick replied, smiling. “Wife’s asleep on the beach.” All three of the men laughed, looking down at me as I knelt in front of them. “So is this a solo project?” asked the first man. “Yes sir” Nick replied, “if that’s OK?” “Of course it is” the man said. “Besides, we’re on our way to help Zen and Kris with a twink they want us to meet. You don’t happen to know where they are?” “The dunes” Nick replied, smirking. “Of course” said the other man. “Their favourite hunting ground.” The three men all laughed again, before the two strangers walked away. Nick then looked down at me and smiled. “Bend over the tree again” he said, “I’m not done.” I should have run. I should have got the hell out of there. I was clearly involved in something much deeper and darker, and I should have fled while I had the chance. But I didn’t…

Chapt 4 Alec The beast within me felt immense satisfaction at finally claiming our young mate. I experienced one of the most intense orgasms in my life as I delivered a huge load deep inside Jamie. I felt Jamie’s hot spunk on our bellies, glueing us together. I loved the spontaneity of fucking Jamie raw without a proper discussion of risks and consequences - both of us losing control together, the exhilarating thrill of moving step by step to raw fucking as boundaries were pushed and broken in an irresponsible manner. I also loved how Jamie asked me to cum outside of him, yet he clung onto me tightly with his pleading eyes simultaneously begging to be taken and for me to pull out. All the wicked fantasies we shared about me taking him without his consent finally came into fruition. As my orgasm died out and lucidity returned, I felt a growing guilt. It wasn’t like sowing my seeds on some random fuck who didn’t care to take care of himself. I had long rationalised if it wasn’t me pozzing said random fuck, it would eventually be someone else. But Jaime had a place in my heart unlike said random fuck. My hypocrisy was not lost on me that the last couple of days, I pushed Jamie’s boundaries with lustful delight. Chris, my best friend, would probably be rolling on the floor laughing at my sudden acquisition of a conscience. Our running gag was if gay men live by the ‘sword’, then we die by the ‘sword’. Jamie seemed to have returned to his senses as well. We looked at each silently, both breathing deeply, still joined by my semi-hard cock. “Are you ok, Jamie?” I asked gently. “Yea I am. And you?” Jamie responded, sounding a bit distant. A sign he was deep in thought. I withdrew from Jamie, letting him sit up beside me. “I am good - it was amazing. It was more than I hoped for. But I am sorry, Jamie - we should have discussed this properly. I know we talked about fantasies about me taking you without your consent, but without actually a proper discussion about boundaries, I should have pulled out,” I took a deep breath and continued, “But we can still protect you. They have medication for medical staff for situations where they are accidentally exposed to HIV. So long as the medication is taken within 72 hours of exposure, it should be able to prevent infection. We can go to the hospital and get them to prescribe you some.” It felt strange that the consequences of an act so intimate between my lover and I could be severed by some medication. As if the slate could just be wiped clean. We will have to go back to condoms too. My inner beast howled in protest after claiming our mate. I reminded myself that getting Jamie poz only benefited my sick perverted mind. “Oh,” I could see the cogs turning in Jaime’s head as he considered the information. “So what you are saying is that for the next 72 hours, we can fuck raw to our hearts content and I can go to the hospital to get the exposure medication and I wouldn’t be infected?” I almost burst out in laughter. It wasn’t quite what I was expecting him to say. Though 72 hours of ravishing my boyfriend did have a great appeal. Instead, I put on my responsible hat and stripped off sexually evocative poz words, “72 hours is a guideline. You need to get the treatment as soon as possible for the best results. The longer you take to go on medication or the greater the exposure level, sero-convertion can still happen even if the post exposure medication is taken. You shouldn’t have to pay for me losing control and being highly irresponsible. As you know Jamie, I am not on meds, so my viral load, while stable, is high so I may be more infectious than what is typically expected and therefore the exposure would be greater which may yield poorer results from the meds.” “Oh,” Jamie said and paused, mulling over the information some more. “Does this mean I should push out your cum to reduce as much cum in me as possible, therefore reduce exposure?” I couldn’t fault Jamie’s logic. However, it would be such a waste to push out all that cum immediately. It had been a long time since I had the opportunity to eat cum out of an ass since moving out of London, a few more moments of my toxic cum in Jamie should be alright, shouldn’t it? “Wait Jamie, sit on my face for a bit, I want to eat out your hole - It may be my only chance of ever doing this with my cum in your hole. Sit on my face.” An amused grin blossomed on Jamie’s face. I lay back on the bed and Jamie straddled my face. “I got a perfect view of your hole - it looks so red and it smells of cum and sex,” I growled before munching on his hole, drinking in the taste and smell close up. My tongue pushed easily into his already stretched hole. I pulled back, watching his hole twitch as pearly white cum leaked and flowed out on his puffy pink entrance. I watched with a morbid fascination wondering if there was enough broken skin on his pink entrance for my virus to seep in before I lapped up my cum, “Love tasting my cum mixed with your hole juices as it drips out of your hole, tasting our fuck.” “That’s so bad…” Jamie moaned, “I want to taste our fuck too.” Jamie suddenly leaned down and tentatively put my rock hard cock in his mouth and sucked my cock. Tentativeness grew to eagerness as he sucked up and down my rod. Jamie, feasting our sex juices on my cock, while I feasted on our sex juices from his hole. “Kiss me, Jamie. Let’s share what we are tasting with each other.” Jamie released my cock and repositioned himself, he straddled me on my waist, my long thick shaft rested in between his crack as he leaned down and kissed me. We dove our tongues into each other’s mouths, sharing the taste of our bodies with each other. Jamie rocked his hips, the cleft of his butt rubbed against my cock. We were lost in our kiss for a long time. When we finally took a moment to catch our breath, Jamie had a sombre look on his face and said, “And for the record, Alec, it was ‘we’ lost control. Not ‘you’ lost control. It was what made it so… intoxicating. ‘Us’ doing what we should not be doing together. Like we both lost our minds together step by step together, but somehow stayed in sync, remaining one mind - connected even in our madness. I don’t even think I make sense. If it was just one of us losing self control, it wouldn’t be the same because we are not of the same mind.” Jamie’s insight took me by surprise. He wasn’t wrong. “Thanks Jamie, I appreciate that.” Jamie remained silent for a bit as if mulling some more before his cheeks turned a little pink again and his cock throbbed. “What dirty thought crossed your mind, Jamie?” I grinned. “You know how you said earlier that your viral load has been high but stable, it just made me think that your cum is even more potent and dangerous than I thought. It was just a strange way to think of cum with those descriptions,” he responded softly. I found my cock throbbing between his arse cheeks. Jamie flashed a grin, “Wow, a barest hint of poz talk and your cock is throbbing. You’re really bad, Alec - for all your talk about asking me to go to the hospital to get meds, deep down you really like the idea of pozzing your younger boyfriend.” “Unfortunately, all this time you’ve been going out with a sick, perverted man, who gets off on doing things that he shouldn’t. I just kept it hidden from you all this time to keep you around. But I lost control last night, and now you know,” I replied with a grin, half joking, but also realising there was more truth in my statement than I cared to admit. “Is that so?” Jamie asked with an impish smile as if discovering a secret. Grabbing my cock underneath him, he positioned my knob at his entrance and gently rubbed them against each other. My knob, raw from the friction burns of our fucking, felt sore and tender against Jamie’s entrace. “We shouldn’t have let your knob and my hole teased each other last night. It all started with this,” he whispered teasingly. I growled with lust, my self control slipping, “You’re playing with fire, Jamie…” “I should have straddled you like you suggested earlier when you were teasing me with your cockhead. So that I would have been in control and you couldn’t slip into me,” he teased further. I smirked at his unintended challenge, “Sweet, naive Jamie. You must have only been with inexperienced tops before.” In a quick smooth practised motion, I grabbed his arse, pulled cheeks apart, tilt his hips into the right angle and buck my hips upwards in a single thrust. I felt a brief moment of resistance when my knob met his hole, before resistance gave way and my cock penetrated into his warm flesh, still well lubricated with my dirty seed. My cock stang from being chafed from our fuck, his warm flesh heightening the burn as it made my cock harder. I gave him a smug evil grin and boasted, “I could have easily entered you this way too.” Jamie moaned in pleasure but did not make any move to jump off my cock, which delighted me. I loved feeding from his pleasure and his desire for my cock. It was heightened even more by the idea that it was something we ‘shouldn’t’ be doing. Jamie leaned, resting his head on my shoulders, our chest pressing against each other and mouth beside my ear and he whispered huskily, “You said that you shouldn’t be fucking me raw anymore, or your potent virus might be too much for the meds.” As he said that, he began to slowly move himself up and down on my cock. “Don’t move,” I told Jamie, “let me fuck you instead.” Jamie stilled himself as I bucked my hips, my both hands pulling his cheeks apart as much as possible for full access. The beast within me taking control.. It wants to breed our mate again. “Yea, I shouldn’t be fucking you raw. But I’m not a good person, Jamie. I tell myself that I should keep you safe as your boyfriend, but what I really want is to be the man who knocks you up. Mark you as mine. You’ll always have a part of me in you. What kind of sick boyfriend has these kinds of thoughts and acts on them? Especially on his younger boyfriend just at the start of his life” Jamie groaned and clutched onto me, “It is so perverted, but I love hearing that you want to do these wicked things to me, to be tied to you forever.” “On your back, Jamie. I know you like me on top and properly in control. Going to give you another good fucking.” Jamie got up and moved across the bed as I sat up, I had a good look at my fucktool. Frothy white cummy foam coated my rod, my crotch damp with some of the cum that backflowed out due to churning my own cum. As Jamie lay on his back, he caught sight of my cock and sucked in air in a hiss, “That looks so hot -I’ve never seen a cock so cummy before, it looks so slutty.” I knew a devilish grin was plastered on my face as I got in between Jamie’s legs, flaunting my hard wet tool, wet with my own cum. “None of your neg ex-boyfriends ever fucked on their own cum? Probably because they are just firing blanks. Whereas your poz boyfriend has his toxic load that he wants to massage into your passage and your blood stream,” I said, simultaneously slamming myself into Jamie and fucking him, “Massaging my cum in you with my cock.” Jamie lay back giving himself completely to me. His submissive manner looked completely wanton in my sex craze haze. Lewd sounds of flesh slapping flesh reverberated in the room as we clung onto each other. “So hot, losing control together and giving into our desire for each other,” Jamie murmured feverishly I felt my cum building up. Jamie still had not verbalised that he wanted my cum. I needed to know that he wanted all of me - my dirty toxic cum, my virus. “Where do you want me to cum, Jamie?” I asked Jamie, our eyes fastened. Jamie hesitated for a moment, which almost caused my heart to sink before he said, “Cum in me Alec, make me yours forever.” It was like a dam burst as my orgasm exploded as I gave my boyfriend my second toxic load in him, delivered deep into his guts. I felt Jamie cum within seconds after I came. I lay on our backs panting, holding each other’s hands and catching our breath for a few minutes. “Last chance, Jamie. We go to the hospital now, or I’m keeping you in this unit for the next 72 hours and keep pumping load after load of my potent viral cum into you.” There was not a little dread that Jamie would choose to go to the hospital. It would be the right decision. The sensible one. A part of me was not ready to lose what we have just discovered together as boyfriends and lovers. Jamie cuddled up to me, our sweaty sticky skin plastering on each other. “I don’t know if I can lose what we had just shared,” he said, echoing my thoughts. “I never felt so close to anyone, so connected and bonded.” We did not leave the unit for the next 72 hours. 2 months later I heard the door open as Jamie came back. I popped my head out of the kitchen and asked, “So, what were the results?” “It came back positive,” Jamie confirmed. “Are you feeling ok?” While the results are not unexpected, sometimes reality can hit harder than fantasy.. “Unlike other newly poz guys, I have you,” Jamie hugged me and I held him. “So what did you and the doctor talk about?” “Oh, she said I was taking it all very calmly. I said I knew who poz-ed me. She asked if we were having protected sex now…. I said no. Then she said that even though I am poz and got it from you, we need to use protection because the virus mutates separately in our bodies. Unprotected sex may mean we get re-infected by a new mutated strain from even each other… and we may end up harming each other. She said, I quote, ‘You don’t want to harm your boyfriend or your boyfriend harm you, do you?’” My cock stirred in my pants, tenting. Jamie eyed my hardon with a salacious grin. In a mischievous tone, he said, “The doctor made it sound so serious and dangerous, Alec. Maybe we need to discuss having safe sex.” I pinned Jamie against the wall, pressing our hardons against each other. Over the last two months, Jamie had really gotten into poz talk and play with me. I huskily said, “We are never fucking with a condom, Jamie.” “But I’ll be such an irresponsible boyfriend, re-infecting my boyfriend over and over again with my strain, never knowing when it might mutate,” Jamie teased, working me up with all the right buttons. I growled, “We are never fucking with a condom. We will keep swapping our juices and recharging each other with our strains… fuck if they mutate.” “People are going to say we are so irresponsible and have such an unhealthy relationship… We risk harming each other while we make love.” “That’s why it is perfect and right for the two of us,” I said, kissing Jamie to shut him up.

Chapter 2: Alec Jamie and I were on the road to my parent’s seaside unit. The drive was unusually quiet. I wondered if Jamie was thinking about our play time last night just like I was - namely, the little fantasy about pozzing him as I was frotting him. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Jamie staring out of the window on his side of the car as if deep in thought. I drank in the sight of my slim nerdy partner. Even now, I marvelled at how we were boyfriend/partners. As much as I found Jamie very attractive, there was once upon a time when I would not have considered being in a relationship with someone who would only have sex with me with a condom. Life throws strange curveballs. I discovered that I was poz in ‘89. By 2000, my CD4 still remained good though the viral load kept fluctuating over the years. My doctor termed me as a long term non-progressor and I was encouraged to get on meds, but as I wasn’t progressing, I decided I wasn't in any rush. The doctors said that I should always wear a condom, even if I was having sex with other poz guys. There was a risk of cross infection from different strains of HIV. The doctors say it like it would logically act as a deterrent to raw sex - afterall, you’d think I would have learnt from the first infection. However, the only effort I put into safe sex, was if my sex partner insisted that we use a condom. Instead, the idea that a poz sex partner and I swapped DNAs, leaving an indelible mark of our viruses in each other, regardless if we were casual strangers or life partners, got my juices going. Or a neg guy who didn’t care whose loads he was taking, getting knocked up by my toxic seed, and I becoming his poz daddy. It was primal, natural and raw - re-charging strains, or knocking up someone. A heady mix of raw pleasure, intimacy, risk and danger rolled into one. When I was living in London several years ago, which had a huge sleazy gay population, my profile read “Safe Sex: never”. Despite that, there was never a shortage of guys in London willing fo fuck bare. Most didn’t ask too many inconvenient questions, all too eager to take a bare cock without question. Some would certainly be poz and not know it. Others probably still neg but their neg days were certainly numbered. On rare occasions, I might find a bug chaser who wanted me to confirm that my load was toxic. Sometimes it was meeting another poz guy, both of us throwing caution to the wind and medical advice and fucking raw, mixing our toxic strains in an evil genetic soup. Unfortunately, I had to move out of London to a small university town partly in the East Midlands. Partly to be close to my ageing grandmother who had no other family nearby, and partly because I was also offered a pretty well paid job in that region. However, it seemed like all the sleazy gay men in the UK had moved to London. There was a non-existent underground bareback scene where I was now located. I got the distinct impression I would be staked and burned if I so much as suggested raw fucking. To have any luck to get laid, I had to change my profile to read “Safe Sex: Always”. In the early days after my move, I might risk a cheeky poke and slip my cock into a bottom willing enough to let my cock slide in bare and not discuss. Unlike the guys I picked up in London, more often than not, I would illicit outrage. I guess it was true that more conservative folks tend to be out here. Gradually, I stopped trying, only going back to my wicked ways if I was up in London visiting. Meeting Jamie and getting along well with him was a pleasant surprise especially since Jamie was particularly conscientious about using a condom when we had sex. We formed a nice easy rapport quickly early in the piece, and since I more or less had to use condoms with everyone out here, he was a top candidate to be a fuckbuddy. It sounds mercenary describing this now, but that was the honest truth about how things started between us. Over time, I discovered that we got along really well, and I really enjoyed his company. I always knew that companionship was a powerful motivator, but trust me when I say that even I surprised myself when it was I who suggested to Jamie we should see each other as boyfriends, and exclusive, no less. I smiled at the memory of how Jamie’s face lit up when I proposed the idea of seeing each other. Jamie, being quite a reserved person, would probably never broach the subject first. My best friend, Chris, who still lived in London, joked that I must either be having a mid-life crisis or super desperate and/or lonely. Chris was certain that if Jamie and I met in London, I would never have asked to meet with Jamie for the first time, much less a second time because of the condom. Nothing like a best friend who knew how shallow I was. I cannot deny that Chris was wrong, but I guess fate spun things this way. Jamie and I met in a specific time in my life with a specific set of circumstances that made things right at that moment. Lack of bare sex notwithstanding, I genuinely enjoyed Jamie’s company and am in love with him. There was a certain sweetness and innocence that Jamie had that I found alluring. In a different time, I would be finding ways to lead him down the corrupted path, as I often did with previous exes or fuckbuddies. Instead, I found myself in an unfamiliar territory of being at war internally - I felt protective over Jamie, and yet I still desired to poz him. A quandary I never had before. Maybe it was moving into this small town and slipping into the facade of a responsible poz top that I was starting to believe my own bullshit. Fine, maybe I feel more for Jamie than I did my previous exes or fuckbuddies. “That’s not you, Alec. You’ll get bored of him one day,” Chris said to me not long ago. BAH! Chris was probably disappointed that Jamie would be my first boyfriend since we’ve known each other that he wouldn’t get to fuck. We were both a top & top-verse, and got off sharing our bottom boyfriends and fuckbuddies with each other. My cock turned hard at the lewd image of my sweet innocent Jamie bouncing up and down Chris’ cock like a slut while I plough Ross, Chris’ boyfriend - Chris and I churning our mixed cum in our boys, a frothy mixture of cum coating our shafts, massaging our mixed toxic cum into our boys and knobs. At the end of the session, both boys are so stuffed with our mixed toxic seed, our strains mingling with each other through our boys, before passing from our boys to ourselves. An unreachable fantasy in this instance. I can even imagine how Jamie would react if I shared this with him - turning all red and scandalised. My mind drifted back to frotting Jamie last night - it was the closest my piss slit ever got to his opening. What made it hotter was Jamie even briefly sharing his fantasy of taking my toxic load. It had almost made me lose my resolve last night and I came close to ‘accidentally’ blowing my load all over his hole and watched my juices slowly seep into his passage even though Jamie begged me not to cum over his hole. In the end, my protective feelings towards Jamie won out in the end. Unfortunately, feeling protective over Jamie was a double edged sword. My deviant mind always loved the idea of perverting my role of an older boyfriend/husband/partner, from one who is supposed to be caring, nurturing and a protective lover to my younger spouse, to that of a selfish, deviant lover, who wanted nothing more than to taint my boyfriend with my viral load and maximising the pleasure I can get for cock out of my boyfriend’s hole. I love it when bottoms lose control and beg for raw cock. For the first time, I actually have someone I wanted to protect and keep myself under control and yet… I was under no illusions that my resolve is held by a thread, and the idea of giving in to my desires and losing control, or far more alluring, the idea of both Jamie and I mutually losing control… Even darker fantasies started being spun in my head. Thoughts of pinning Jamie down and ravishing him completely with my bare cock despite his protest, knocking my boyfriend up and making him completely mine. Despite all the prim and proper protestation, Jamie secretly loved me raping his hole, as he half fights and half gives in to his desire. I wondered if Jamie was aware how he whimpered louder last night every time the glans of my cock brushed against his smooth pink pucker. I would love to hear how he would cry out in pleasure when my knob breaches his hole…. My cock stayed hard for the entire drive and my boxers had several wet spots from my pre-cum. By the time we reached the unit, I had worked my horniess up to a frenzy. Stepping in through the front door of the unit, I told Jamie, “I think you should get on your knees and suck me off.” A playful and naughty grin flashed on Jamie’s face as he got on his knees dutifully and began to undo my pants. My cock sprang out, rock hard with pre-cum dripping out of the piss hole. My thick and veiny cock sticking out of my hairy crotch contrasted against Jamie with his neatly combed hair, a nerdy pair of glasses and his youthful clean shaven face. Ideas of corrupting Jamie in all sorts of manner surfaced - especially a biologically corruption. Jamie’s mouth stretched wide open to accommodate the girth of my cock and my cock throbbed in response to the slutty sight of a clean cut nerdy young man taking on my cock. His eyes held mine as his mouth worked my sex tool. It was one thing I really enjoyed about sex with Jamie, we both liked to watch each other’s expressions - as if trying to capture every micro-expression of bliss as we pleasure one another, and feeding off each other’s pleasure, a powerful mental connection that stuck in a perpetual feedback loop. “Mm, you look so good servicing my cock,” I said in a low tone, as he worked my pants down onto my ankles, then using his hands running them over my hairy thighs. He loved feeling my fur, just as I love feeling his smooth skin. I growled, “I don’t think I can wait any more - I need to fuck you. Let’s get on the bed.” We stripped naked and practically stumbled our way into the bedroom. I noticed that the built-in wardrobes beside the bed had floor to ceiling mirrored doors. I had never brought anyone here for sex before, but I was now also looking forward to watching ourselves play in the mirror with plans to update the wardrobe at home to floor to ceiling mirrored doors - what a great idea. Jamie lay back on the bed, lifting his legs up, exposing his pink smooth hole and I knelt in front of Jamie. I then lifted his arse up with my hairy paws so that his arse was close to my mouth, and he was practically on balancing his shoulders. We kept our eyes locked onto each other as I slowly moved my head down towards his hole to eat him out, never breaking our gaze. I fed on the anticipation on his face as my mouth got slowly closer and closer to his hole before he gasped when we finally made contact. I loved watching Jamie writhe as I pushed my tongue deep into his hole. His moans made me work my tongue even more. Pushing hard against his pucker one moment, before being gentle. I paused munching on his hole a moment and said, “Imagine my tongue is my cockhead, pressing against your hole.” I dove my tongue in hard on his hole and Jamie seemed to cry out in pleasure even louder than before. A sign he was more turned on, no doubt by the wicked idea planted in his head. “You like pretending that it is my cockhead working at your entrance. Imagine it is just the tip of my cock, rubbing and prodding.” “That’s so wicked, and it feels so good,”Jamie moaned, “I wish we could do it for real but it isn’t safe.” “But we can pretend,” I responded smoothly, and ate his hole with renewed vigour. My trimmed beard sanding his smooth crack raw. I decided I needed to cum to take the edge off, before I drove myself crazy. I reached for my bag to grab the lube and condom and cursed at my discovery, “Fuck, there are no more condoms left in the box.” “Oh,” I heard disappointment in Jamie’s voice - no doubt he was looking forward as much as I was to railing him. There was a slight pause, then he continued shyly as if he were confessing to one of the seven deadly sins, “How about you cum by frottage? It felt so good yesterday and that wicked fantasy you had too was very horny.” Jamie’s suggestion perked my mood. Sure, lying face down normally meant that we could not feed off each others’ expressions, but this time we have a floor to ceiling mirror which allows us to watch ourselves and see each other’s faces. Repositioning Jamie to lie face down on the bed, I rubbed a generous amount of lube between his arse cheeks and between his slim smooth thighs. I drank in Jamie’s male form before positioning myself over Jamie, my cockhead sat on his tailbone before slowly gliding down between his arse cheeks, the flesh of my knob glancing over his puckered flesh, before sliding snuggly between smooth thighs. It was a mimicry of fucking. My cock felt warm flesh engulfing my shaft but it lacked the primal edge raw fucking had: where top and bottom were completely exposed to each other of their bodily fluids and virus, where risk, danger, pleasure and intimacy all rolled into one.. I looked into the mirror and drank the sight of me above Jamie. My eyes caught Jamie’s through the mirror, he moaned, “You look so sexy, Alec - your beefy body is such a wicked contrast to mine.” “Yea? You like seeing us in the mirror? My older beefy hairy body against your younger smooth slender body?” “It looks so…” Jamie at a loss for a word before settling on, “... perverse…” “An innocent boyish looking man taken by his older animalistic looking lover? Without any context, what someone might see in the mirror would look like you’re being taken advantage of by me,” I suggested with a lot of heat in my voice. The dark fantasies during the drive snuck free and the thread holding my protective feelings snapped away. It would be so easy to overpower my slim slender boyfriend with my beefy bear form and bury my cock deep in him and plough him. A simple matter to pin him down, change the angle slightly of my cock slightly and we would be joined, forever making him as mine, giving him his first poz load. My body subconsciously began to shift the angle of my body lower relative to Jamie’s - this changed the angle of the thrust bit by bit. I discovered my unconscious movement when my cockhead wasn’t gliding smoothly across Jamie’s arse crack. There was a distinct sense of a bump on my knob’s trail down to between his crack. As if a portion of my knob got caught in Jamie’s hole before the force of my thrusts knocked it out. “Ohhhhh, it feels so good, how your cock feels like it is briefly caught in my hole without entering,” Jamie moaned. Hearing his delight, I shifted down a bit more and his pucker captured my knob even more without it slipping in. Teasing Jamie was also teasing myself. I fed into Jamie’s pleasure, relishing how tantalizing close we were to fucking, “Yea, it feels good for me too, Jamie - love hearing how you moan everytime my cock get briefly caught on your hole.” I found myself again angling myself even lower to “catch” onto Jamie’s hole more and he moaned even louder. As I lifted my cock up to the top of his crack, I noticed the slightest, almost imperceptible movement by Jamie lifting his arse ever so slightly in response. I was rewarded with the sight of my red angry glans of my cock breaching Jamie’s pink hole when I moved down slowly and deliberately.. We both gasp in pleasure. The angle was still not right for fucking. If I pushed down or forward, my cock would come out, so I stayed still so that we remained joined by the tiniest bit. The barest of taste of my boyfriend’s bare entrance engulfing my knob. No doubt Jamie was relishing the feel of bare flesh, instead of cold sterile rubber, pushing his hole apart. My piss slit, the gateway of my toxic cum, was now within the borders of his passage. I could feel pre-cum oozing, and my cock throbbed in excitement as I pictured it dripping into my boy. My primal brain wondered if my pre-cum was poisonous enough to convert him like this. We shouldn’t be doing this. Yet neither of us moved to break free. The forbidden nature of this act was deeply arousing. We held still for several moments in silence, joined knob to hole, as if speaking would break the spell. Jamie had not said anything nor had he told me to stop but his eyes were riveted at our connection through the mirror. I was so horny and eager to properly take and possess my boyfriend. With any other guy, I would have acted even earlier to reposition myself to slide my cock all the way - not missing the window of opportunity of the lack of protest. But this was my Jamie, the monster in me somehow gave Jamie a few more additional moments to protest before I found myself repositioning myself so that I could slide my cock in all the way. No doubt Jamie could feel and see me shifting and would understand my intent. This was going to be the point of no return for us. Just as I got into position, he suddenly cried, “Please don’t fuck me without a condom.” I froze, leaving my cockhead clasped by Jamie’s hole. I looked back at Jamie through the mirror, his eyes had a look of panic, but I could see he was fighting desire. There was a wave of disappointment and I wouldn’t deny that the temptation was there to just fuck Jamie anyway just like my fantasy - he would love it. But I managed to keep fantasy and reality separated like a responsible top and pulled myself out. “Sorry, Alec,” Jamie said, looking very apologetic through the mirror, but I could see relief and disappointment in his face. Maybe he did want me to take him regardless of what he said. “It’s ok, Jamie. It felt very good for me though.” To my surprise, Jamie asked shyly, “It felt really good for me too. Could we do what we did earlier - just the tip but no fucking?” My body moved without thinking, re-positioning myself smoothly. I heard Jamie whispered, “Don’t fuck me…. Please… just the tip. Oh we shouldn’t be doing this.” I was very aroused by Jamie’s desire for the tip of my cock, the thrill of the forbidden, of pushing boundaries. In one day, we went from frottage to ‘just the tip’. Maybe it wouldn’t be long before I truly get to take Jamie properly, my over aroused sex addled brain thought.. “I wouldn’t fuck you, Jamie. I promise,” I whispered soothingly. Jamie’s arsed arched up tentatively despite his protests. His body language in contrast to his words. Temptation returned - It would be so easy to fuck him. A single thrust me and I would be completely in him. I strongly suspected Jamie and I shared the same fantasy of me taking him against his consent, my cock swelling at the idea till it ached. I moved my knob very slowly in and out of Jamie - just the tip as I promised. My knob plopping out, before prodding his entrance apart, slipping in and out with mini-thrusts. We were tantalizingly close to proper fucking and love making. A little forbidden taste of each other’s bodies. Jamie moaned with delight, telling me it felt so good one moment, then begging that I not fuck him. The idea of slowly wearing down his resolve and making him lose control of his dark desires of taking my poz load titillate me. “We aren’t fucking Jamie, just the tip, I promise,” I said gently, though Jamie could see the wicked evil grin plastered on my face. “The tip feels so good. Your knob is just stretching me open, then leaving and the muscle closes up before it gets forced wide open. It feels so good. I hope it is good for you too.” “It’s great, Jamie,” I sped up my mini thrusts, Jamie’s sphincter pleasuring my knob and I felt my cum building up. I wanted so badly to blow my load into Jamie even if I wasn’t balls deep in him. “Where do you want me to cum?” I shouldn’t have to ask Jamie - I knew he wasn’t ready for me to cum in him yet. Yet, an evil part of me decided that I would blow my load inside Jamie if he did not answer my question - to hell with positive consent. Would he even hear my question amidst our moans? There was a long pause, as if Jamie was debating this internally before he finally said, “Please cum outside of me.” I was so close to blowing my load inside Jamie, but I pulled out immediately. The first volley of cum shot onto his slightly stretched hole before I managed to deposit the rest of my cum on his lower back. “Your cum is searing hot— ugh–” Jamie’s cries of orgasm joined mine. Did my cum hitting his hole tipped him over the edge? When we both finished cumming, I looked at the single glop of cum painted onto his twitching hole, imagining his hole drinking in my juices and my seed dripping ever slowly down his passage. “Could you get a towel to wipe off your cum, please?” Jamie asked, breaking me from my daydream. “Of course,” I said, grabbing a towel wiping the spunk off his lower back first before slowly wiping the spunk off his hole. “Do you think I’m still ok?” Jamie asked quietly as if lost in his thoughts. “You’ll be fine, Jamie. There was a lot of lube - I’m sure there was no torn flesh,” I said soothingly. That is why I prefer spit. Sure, prep is a lot easier with lube - but spit, it dries quicker - it is all natural. A chafed cock and a torn hole - as we fuck, bits of blood and cum mingling, the perfect swapping of body fluids. And lube tastes horrible. Silence draped the air for a few breaths, then Jamie continued softly, “I thought you were going fuck me anyway even though I told you not to. The worst part of it all was a part of me would have been so turned on if you had fucked me anyway even though I said no.” “Are you sharing that with me because you want me to fuck you even if you say no?” I asked playfully, mentally filing this information. “W..what? No, t..that’s not what I mean,” Jamie stammered, his face turning scarlet, “Only that I find the idea horny.” “You better not share that with me, Jamie. The idea turns me on greatly too - It took all my willpower not to rape you despite your protest,” I warned him in a light playful tone. Jamie bit his lip, face turning even redder, before blurting, “Gosh, I wish that didn’t sound so hot - I’m glad you are willing to protect me and keep me safe. Can we get a box of condoms tomorrow before we do something we regret?” “Of course, I’ll drive to the shops first thing in the morning,” I said.

Hey bbrothers, I've recently been intrigued by the MPreg thing and would love to explore more. Was thinking about starting a telegram group, let me know if there's any interest. Or, if there's already a good one - please pass it along. I'm [think before following links] [think before following links] https://t.me/talljjnyc on there

and The sense I'm getting from your posts about this - and please, correct me if I'm wrong - is that the only people who should be helped by DEI programs are Black people. I'm not going to pretend that other discriminated-against groups faced the intensity of the discrimination that Black people have in this country. But the reason we have (or had, at any rate) DEI programs was to approach discrimination holistically: to help everyone that the traditional power structure (overwhelmingly straight, white, Anglo-European, male, Christian) had discriminated against. That includes not just Black people (who, again, definitely had it worst), but also women (including white women), LGBT people (including white ones), Hispanic/Latino/Asian people (including many who identify as white) and non-Christians (including white-identifying Jews, Muslims, and other faiths, as well as those of no faith at all). Diversity doesn't just mean a larger number of Blacks among Whites. It also means diversity of gender, diversity of ethnic origin, diversity of faith, diversity of sexual orientation, and so forth. Now, we can argue how much of a DEI program should be focused on, say, Muslim students vs. Black students, and (again) in a nation where the worst discrimination for centuries was faced by Black people (most descended from people who were forcibly brought here), perhaps that's where the biggest effort should be made. But that's a determination to be made by the institution with the DEI policy and program, taking into account the experiences of all they seek to help.

Oh fuck! It's almost like my "pozworld" - the only difference is that "pozworld" is an entire city (ambitious to become a state) but poz citizens have the same strain. And negative folks have no public rights -vote included- until they earn their conversion badge. I hope to develop it more in 2024 than I did in 2022. I'm really curious for you to continue the story, with James initiation and eventually him to recruit a neg chaser Btw, welcome back! So glad to find you here again. Up to poz dirty talk anytime as usual.

I was wanting to understand the specifics of this situation and the basis of your support for the DEI programs in Texas universities being banned. Your opposition to DEI programs seems general and not specific to the Texas case. That's all I needed to know.

I took 6 on new years day. Located in northeast Ohio. Resolution is to get as many loads as days in the year. Cum help me out 🙂

To your point, was the Texas university DEI a "not specifically target(ed)" program? What are the indicators of this? How did this manifest in Texas? Specifically, what outcomes did it need to meet that it failed in and for what communities? It seems like you have a standard in mind for what makes a group qualify for targeted assistance. What is that standard? What groups do you think qualify for some assistance? I'm really struggling to nail down where you think Texas actually failed, and what you think needs to be different to make an effective intervention. The implication is that somehow people who needed help got shortchanged and it went to people who didn't need it. I'd love to see that data that leads you there.

OK, I no longer seem to be able to add images, and my attempts to insert from or add links to hosting sites have failed. Will just have to be narration from here on… - - - I sat there looking out at the sea, thinking about what I had done and what lay in store for me. I was going to be getting fucked. A lot. If I wasn’t already, I was going to be getting pozzed. Everything I had planned my life was going to be in tatters. I could not stop this. I did not want to stop this. Images of Nick and Dane filled my mind, and my imagination took over as I pictured a house full of tatted studs like the various men I had seen Nick associate with so far. My dick got rock hard again. I don’t know what it was, but something caused me to turn and look back towards the trees. There, standing at the edge of the forest, I saw a man staring at me, smoking a cigarette. I knew he must be one of “the kids” from the way he looked, with the biohazard tattoos, the enormous chain, and the ripped body. Then something in me clicked. I wanted to look like that. I wanted to live like they did. I took one last look down at Hannah, and then stood up again. I grabbed my flip flops, and walked up towards the man. He watched me approach, his face remaining emotionless, and then as I neared he turned and walked into the gloom of the forest. I paused to watch him disappear, and then followed. I eventually caught up to him, as he had stopped to lean against a tree. “Are you Nick’s?” he gruffly asked, to which I just nodded. “So then why are you here now? He wants you solo.” “I know” I said. “But I don’t know how to find him. He said he would let me know when he wanted me.” “And?” he asked, glaring at me. I took a deep breath, and then closed my eyes. “I don’t want to wait” I said. “I don’t want to go back. I want to stay.” I opened my eyes and looked at the man, who in turn had a quizzical expression on his face. “So your wife…” “I’ll tell her, and get an annulment” I said. “Please, help me find him.” He gazed at me for a few moments longer, and then reached into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes. He put one in his mouth, offered me one that I accepted, and then lit them both up with his lighter. “OK” he eventually said. “I’ll take you to Nick, but it’s Bill who decides if you get to stay.” “Thank you” I said. The man, whose name I still did not know, pushed himself off the tree and then briskly walked off with me in pursuit. He took a couple of turns at what seemed to be random places in the trees, and then we emerged into a clearing. On the other side of it I could see Dane bouncing up and down on a man who was lying on his back, who I guessed was Nick. “Let’s give them a minute” said the man. “Dane gets cranky if he doesn’t take Nick’s load at least twice a day.” We stood in silence for a moment watching across the clearing at Dane enthusiastically fucking himself on Nick’s cock, before I spoke up. “I’m Joe, by the way” I said. “Anton” he replied. “How long have you…” “Three years” he said. “Bill hired me to do gardening just after I moved here. Hadn’t even been here a month and I was pozzed.” “Jesus” I said. “Yeah, my girlfriend was not happy” Anton continued, smirking a little for the first time. “Oh, you had a girlfriend?” “I’m bi” he replied. “You?” “I think… I think I’m gay” I said, admitting it to myself at the same time as I spoke the words. “Then your wife really isn’t going to be happy” Anton chuckled. Before we could say anymore, a couple of loud shouts from the other side of the clearing told us that Nick was breeding his boyfriend. “You’re up” said Anton, starting to walk over towards them. I quickly followed. “Gents” Anton said, as we reached the couple. “I found someone looking for you.” Dane and Nick both looked up at me, still coupled following their fuck. “Joe” said Nick, “what’s going on?” I waited until Dane had lifted himself up off his boyfriend, cum gushing out of his well used hole. Nick then slowly got himself up off the ground, and then stood in front of me waiting for a response. “I don’t want to wait” I said. “I got back to Hannah and just didn’t want to be there anymore. Please, I don’t want to wait.” Nick examined me for a moment, being joined by Dane who put his arm round his boyfriend. “You know, some things can’t be rushed” Nick eventually said. “It may take a while.” “I know” I said. “But once a day isn’t enough.” “Well, OK then” said Nick, smiling. “Knew you’d get here eventually, but didn’t think it would be within the hour!” All four of us set off walking out of the clearing and back into the trees, the destination unknown to me. During the walk, Nick and Dane told me their own story of how they had come to be here. Despite a ten year age difference between them, a hook up had turned into something more, and Dane had eventually moved into Nick’s apartment. They had come here for their second anniversary, which is when they’d agreed to open up their relationship to keep them both satisfied and into it. Bill and Hank had overheard the conversation from a nearby table, and had made their move later that evening. Nick and Dane had accepted their invitation for drinks and a moonlit dip in the men’s pool, and lubricated with the champagne the evening had progressed. Dane eventually joined Hank in the poolhouse, while Nick found his way to the couple’s bedroom. Dane bending over and taking loads was perfectly normal, but Nick was a top so it was more of a surprise when he lay back on the bed and opened his legs for Bill. By the following morning, both Nick and Dane were full of cum, and they stayed that way for the duration of their trip. This was an extended break for them both after Dane had been made redundant and Nick had just finished a very intense project, so there was more than enough time for them both to come down with the flu before they were due to fly home. Once recovered, they happily accepted Bill and Hank’s offer of a different kind of life, and soon moved in to the older couple’s sprawling mansion. They had never looked back. I listened in awe, somehow knowing that I needed some version of this for myself. I had held myself down for too long, and allowed others like Hannah and my parents to hold me down too. Somehow I needed to convince Bill and Hank that I should be allowed to stay, once Nick and Dane had converted me of course. The trees eventually started to thin out a bit, and then we started encountering high-end looking beach bungalows dotted around. I could not see any other people, but there were definite sounds of sex coming from a couple of the buildings as we passed them. “These are the outhouses” Nick said. “We each have one, but Dane and I also have a bedroom in the house.” “Lucky fuckers” said Anton. “Hey, you should be grateful you don’t have to just sleep in the gardening shed” laughed Dane. “Fuck off” growled Anton, although he smirked a little. After passing a few more of the huts, they rounded a corner and the main building appeared. It was huge. “Bill bought Apple stock at the right time” said Nick, sensing my awe. “I think they were already rich from property, but now they’re mega-rich.” “Wow” I said. “Yup, pretty much what we all said the first time” said Dane. “Just wait until you see the pool.” We made our way through an archway in the perimeter wall, and my mouth dropped open. There in front of me was a sight I knew I wanted to see every day. The pool and the loungers around the side were full of men who absolutely fit into the ‘look’ that these men had, but most prominent was a Russian-looking Adonis standing closest to us. How he was standing with so much silver round his neck I do not know, particularly with the huge scorpion pendant on the chain. “Welcome” said Nick. “This is our home. That there is Sergey, the pool boy.” I nodded at Sergey, who nodded back. ”Now” said Nick, “let’s get upstairs and see if we can’t make it your home too.”

So I’ve written about this young man that I’ve been sucking off for a month. He’s perfect, handsome, and his loads taste great. A couple of weeks ago he asked if I would be willing to let him fuck me. I’ve never done that and was quite nervous and needed to figure out how to properly clean etc. I was very apprehensive about making a mess and embarrassing myself. well I’ve been practicing cleaning and getting my fiber intake correct and watching what I eat and today was the day. He topped me and it was the most exhilarating experience I’ve had. He fucked me for 45 min and was slow and gentle to begin with then I asked him to pick up the pace and get aggressive. I’ve never felt this way before and it was perfect. I’m so glad he was my first. He shot a big cum load into me and then fell onto me with all his weight. It was heaven on earth. This young man made an older daddy so very happy. I just wanted to share. I’m still loaded up 🙂

Well, we did it last night. Steve came over. I was lucky cuz he hadn't cum in a few days and his balls were full. I got Drew's ass ready - I rimmed him for ages so he was good and wet. We put Drew on his belly and Steve mounted him. My head was between Steves legs so I got a great closeup view of his cock pumping Drew's hole. I licked Steves balls and Drew's balls in turn. Steve grunted "mate, I'm gunna breed yer boy" I could see his balls tighten and I watched his shaft pulse as he pumped his sperm up Drew's hole. He pulled out and some of his cum leaked out. I mounted Drew and stopped up the leaking cum with my cock and shoved it back up Drew's ass. Fuck he felt amazing. Steve's sperm is well thick and is was still hot, fresh from his nuts. My cock and balls were covered in Steves seed and I shot real fast - mixing my load with Steves. Awesome fuck!

I get the point but someone has to add the first load 🐷🐷😈

i try and last longer as well. if i get too close too soon, i pull out and rim the hole for a minute or two, they seem to like that 😀 if it's a group setting, i will usually do a shot of Trimix and then even if you blow a load, you stay hard and can fuck no problem 'til the next load rises up.

This is a huge fantasy of mine. Stumbled across this thread. Anyone know where i can find real vids?

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** CHAPTER XI: AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR On a rare cold rainy morning in Los Angeles, I got a text message from my brother Mike. I don’t communicate much with him, in part because, like a lot of adult siblings, we have very little to say to each other and disagree about most everything. But the main reason is that 23 years ago, Mike married a devout Christian woman who never stops telling everyone just how devout she is. I found her smug, gloating condescension incredibly irritating and over the years, all when I was with my ex and leading a monogamous life, my visits to their house 500 miles away outside Tucson dwindled down from few to none. My ex didn’t like her, and didn’t respect my brother much for not standing up to her in anything, from their taste in décor to the incessant, collective guilt trip she was laying down on their three kids, all judgement and darkness. And now that I was a out-and-proud poz predator, having by now converted over 20 guys to the joy of poz-life, and with an untold number of second-generation poz progeny out there, I certainly was in no mind to be part of their lives. Just the thought of being at their house and going for a swim and having to explain the biotat and the 2 dark X’s branded across my abdomen, each one signifying 10 men converted to HIV by me (and with a few more in the pipeline getting me close to my 3rd “X”), made me laugh. Of course they’d never understand. So, it was no surprise that his text that morning caught me off guard. I resisted opening it on my phone as I was making coffee for my latest conquest Richie who was just stirring in the bed after a night where I brushed his hole twice and deposited three helpings of my HVL seed into him, and this morning, I had wanted to get Richie loaded up one more time before sending him on his way. I was certain I had done my job last night bringing him into the brotherhood, but I wanted one more load of virus from my AIDS-dick to get into the cute stud from Portland who flew down here to get upgraded to POZ. So, I ignored the text messages from Mike and went about my business. Richie was a tall skinny guy, indeed his twitter handle was @oregonstringbean and all of about 25, with dark curly hair and a light coat of wispy body hair down his chest and on his butt. When he arrived last night, he was trembling slightly as I answered the door to let him in. I sat him down with a glass of wine and we talked for over an hour. I’m respectful of the process guys take to get to my door for their conversion. Of course, once a guy is in my house, he doesn’t leave un-pozzed, but I do let them relax first and open up… before I open them up. “Just something I need to have, I can’t fully explain it,” he finally uttered as he sipped his second glass of Malbec. “I’m scared of what’s to come but I’ll be so disappointed if I don’t go through with it, it’s been burning in me for a few years now, and when I saw your twitter page, I knew it had to be your strain inside me.” “I’m happy to poz you up, kid,” I replied, getting into my standard speech I usually give at this point, “Just remember…as I said in my email and to which you agreed…once I’m fucking you, I will not pull out under any circumstances until my poz load is inside your hole….no matter what you say, it will be too late. If we go upstairs,” I continued, pointing at the staircase up to the pozzing chamber, “ you will be tooth-brushed, fucked hard as many times as I want, and you *WILL* be pozzed. So, Richie, are you ready?” With a big gulp of the last of his wine, he set the glass down on the table and looked up at me and said “Ready, let’s do this, Sir please bring me into the POZ Class of 2023!” That was all the confirmation needed last night, and I hustled the young guy upstairs, my POZ weapon standing at attention and ready to do it’s evil magic on his hole. By now, I have the method for poz conversion pretty much down and hard-wired into my brain and my potent poz cock. I start out with some nice deep rimming of the hole to get them relaxed, then dip the toothbrush into some melted saved loads I stock up and keep in shot glasses in the freezer. Working with purpose, I get the brush up into the hole pushing past the 2nd ring to be sure to scratch up and bloody the passage, getting it ready for the invasion of my deadly dick and cum. I give it a good 5 minutes of brushing, pushing down on the guy’s back if he starts to wiggle around or buck like a bronco. His hole, his immune system, his destiny is in my hands now so I’m in charge and I push him back down on the bed and continue with the task at hand. And there’s always a sock to muzzle his mouth if he complains too much. Next comes my pierced POZ cock to replace the bloody brush. I thrust it in with one fell swoop getting it down the root to bring him balls-deep into the brotherhood. My pre-cum, always bubbling and oozing from my cockhead greets his insides first, very possibly pozzing him right then and there. But we gotta have some fun here, yes? Deeply thrusting in and out, bringing my cockhead out to observe the blood drops on my 0g PA, and then ramming it back into the hilt – this method works best on me to get a nice load of virus brewing in my toxic balls and after a few minutes of this back and forth he is ready for his first proper insemination of my pure high-viral HIV. Naturally, I ease the way with plenty of POZ talk in his ear: “Fucking you straight into the club, pig” “No going back now even if you wanted, it’s too late, you’re a fucking toxic cumdump now” “Welcome to HIV, kid, it’s gonna live inside you, getting stronger.” “Now you carry my strain, you gonna poz up guys and share my virus, boy?” It was around that time I first heard my phone text alert “ping” …Choosing to continue to ignore it (not yet knowing who it was, what could anyone want that was more important than my pozzing this 25-year old guy??), I carried on with my work, popping a lucite plug into his hole, turning him on his back and wedging a pillow under his legs to let gravity assist in the infection process. I rolled over next to him to re-charge. Since getting into the HIV Club courtesy of my hot pozzer buddy nurse Keith, my cock and balls, not to mention my brain, have been taken over by the bug, it’s only goal to spread and replicate, and my balls recharge like never before, ready to re-inject hot liquid poison into the nearest hole. This was no exception, for in 10 minutes I removed the plug from Richie’s used hole and was tagging him once more, hard and deep, into the POZ ’23 Club, another load of swill spilling into him and branding him with my HIV strain. Again, a few minutes later, as I re-plugged his worn-out hole, my phone text alert pings and again I ignore it. I try to sleep a little then, Richie reaching over to turn me towards him and make a spoon, my dripping cock tight up against his ass. He is crying softly and I reach to hold him and stroke his hair…A lot of them get emotional after they’ve been pozzed. Through his soft sobs he struggles to find words: “I’ve never felt so alive, I swear I can feel it already turning me, Sir. Thank you, Sir” We remained that way all night, close together. At some point I rolled over on my other side and he nestled up against me, building our bond as POZ maker and POZ son. It was then 8:00am and I’m making that coffee when the phone text I mentioned catches me again and I see who had been texting: my brother. I’m planning to load up Richie with my deathseed one more time before calling him an Uber for the airport and his flight back to PDX. While the coffee is perking, I return back to my latest prey who is fingering the lucite plug he kept in his well-used hole all night. I dive in to extract it and as I pull it out, I see all three of my viral cumloads got absorbed into the guy’s insides. I know he’s leaving here pozzed, and this sends my cock standing up again…Lubing up quickly, I fill his hole with my poz pole and quickly make work of it, sending another volley of virus into the kid. His membership in the Club is complete, I am so happy and proud, I’m getting close to my 3rd “X” tattoo…and I make a mental note to get on my tattoo guy Eric’s calendar. He did my 2nd ‘X” about 3 months ago – Eric was on his 4th then, and I can’t wait to earn my 3rd and see what number the prolific pozzer Eric is up to! Shortly thereafter, Richie is in the shower, I’ll order his car in a minute. Now with some coffee, I can concentrate on whatever bullshit my brother’s been texting me – probably some recycled meme from his stupid wife Meredith that will go right into the digital trash. But I open up his texts and see something very different: “Randy, you have to help me, call me please” was the initial text, from 8:00pm last night. “Randy, if you see this message,” was the next text in the string, “I need your help with Clay.” “Randy, please let me know I’ve done the right thing with Clay.” That came in at 2:00am And the final text from this morning, just before I seeded Richie for the 4th time…”Randy, I hope you’re seeing these messages. Please call me. Clay is on his way to you. I didn’t know what else to do…” “What! FUCK,” I say to the coffeepot, “what the fuck is he doing sending me his kid?!” I quickly call my brother and he skips over the phony pleasantries that we endure on our usual infrequent conversations. “Clay is in trouble, Randy, I didn’t know what else to do. Hang on, let me go out to the backyard,” he says, me figuring out he’s trying to stay out of earshot from the dreaded wife Meredith. “Last night, we were all just sitting around the dinner table, and Clay just like that, came out of the closet, Randy. We were all stunned. The two younger kids didn’t bat an eye and I was trying to be supportive, but Meredith…” He didn’t have to finish that sentence, for I was familiar with Meredith. But he went on: “Meredith flipped out, and started screaming about how he was going to hell and the devil was inside him, and she totally fucking lost it, Randy, she packed a bag for him and threw Clay out,” my brother was crying now, “and I just let it happen, Randy, but that was when I told Meredith to go fuck herself and I ran after my son.” “I caught up to him and he asked me to drive him to the bus station. We talked for awhile and he told me he’s been wanting to leave for months now, ever since he graduated college, he’s been miserable here with Meredith and he’s already got a boyfriend and a place to stay in L.A.” “I told him, Randy, to go to your house first and if there’s anything he needs, can you get it for him, Randy and send me the bills and I’ll Venmo you the money. I don’t want him there all by himself with only some guy he barely knows, whoever this boyfriend is. Please say you’ll let him stay a few days and let him get settled, Randy. I know it’s asking a lot but please…” By the time I listed to all this, Richie has emerged from the shower and is packing his overnight bag. I come back into the bedroom, stunned at what I have heard, and stunned at myself for agreeing to Mike’s request. Clay’s bus got to L.A. about an hour ago, so he’ll be here soon. I need to get Richie out now. Richie is basking in the glow of knowing he’s about to convert in a few weeks after his years-long, off-and-on chase for going poz. I’m really proud and happy I was able to help…but I gotta do this quickly: “Remember, don’t take any other poz loads from anyone until you get the fuck flu and your test is POZ”, I tell him, “so we know it was me who got you there, and text me the pic of the test for my collection.” Richie is beaming at me, comes over to me to kiss me deeply. “Thank you again, Sir, you are my pozzer, my maker, I will carry your strain and propagate it at will.” With that, I tell him his car will be here in 2 minutes – Francisco in a silver SUV – small world, I pozzed Francisco about 4 months ago even though he was on PrEP at the time, and I just have to laugh at all my worlds colliding. I hear Francisco’s car pulling up in front of the house. Opening the front door to let Richie out, I see my nephew Clay standing there. He has grown into a fine young man of 22, obviously one who works out as his T-shirt is doing little to hide his strong chest and thick arms. It’s been a few years since I’ve seen him in person, and I’m shocked at how gorgeous my young nephew is. “Clay, come on in,” I say to him. Richie passes by him on the doorstep and turns around to view this strapping youth from behind. “Have fun, Randy,” Richie calls out, thinking Clay is my next pozzing scenario. Francisco lowers the passenger window on his SUV and cranes his neck to get a better look at my nephew’s ass in his jeans. “Hey, Uncle Randy, thanks for this,” and with that he comes in. What have I committed myself to??!

Peter returned from the shower, dressed and ready to go. Arthur was puffing and grunting as he fucked me over the counter. Peter's mother slapped his sagging buttocks and laughed. "Dirty old sod! Come on Peter, I need to get to the supermarket before it closes." Bill let her out, then came back and said "I'll put the kettle on, Arthur." The old man nodded as Bill went into the kitchen. After a few minutes he grunted loudly and I felt his cock stiffen and throb as he came in me. "Lovely!" He said, sliding his cock out and a gush of sperm splashed onto the floor. Bill returned with two cups and nodded to the mess on the floor. "Clean that up, Timmy." I got a cloth from behind the counter but Bill shook his head and grinned at me. "Forget the rag, you slut, use your tongue." They watched as I got onto my knees. There was a large puddle of cum on the filthy floor. I felt Bill's hand on my neck pushing me forward. Then my mouth touched the gooey, cold sperm and I began to lick it like a cat. It tasted cold and salty and I felt my cock stiffen as I knelt licking up Arthur's sperm. "Hey, Arthur, take my tea into the sitting room will you? I won't be a minute." Arthur went off with the cups and I saw Bill's shorts fall to his ankles. "Got me going Timmy!." He knelt behind me, and slid his cock easily into my slimey hole. He started to thrust in and out, at the same time pushing my face onto the floor and rubbing it into the pool of spunk. More feet appeared and I heard as voice say. "Any chance of a cuppa, Bill?" "Won't be a second, mate. Just going to cum...ahh, that's nice!" With that he shot his diseased load in me and stood up. "Go in the sitting room and I'll bring it through" Said Bill. Then he smoothed my hair and said "Oh, before you get up, Timmy, there's another load of spunk behind you now which needs cleaning up!"

I had been down there to get some stuff before, but now the steps led down to a blackness with no lights and the atmosphere was hot and steamy coming up from the bottom. I went down the steps feeling terribly vulnerable in my nudity, not knowing what awaited me below. Inside it was pitch black. At first, I heard bodies moving and someone whispered “Is this ‘im?” Someone else replied “Yeah. Nice, fresh cum-bucket come to play!” As I moved further in I was surrounded by naked bodies, now sweating and smelly from the hot fetid atmosphere. Boney fingers squeezed my cock and probed my arsehole. “Yeah, “ I heard a whisper. “Nicely lubed!” Someone grabbed my face and tried to kiss me. I let out a gasp of horror as I smelled his awful breath but he wouldn’t let me go and I shuddered in disgust as he clamped his lips to mine and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I felt his thin, nude body against mine and the disgust turned to excitement as his cock pushed against my belly. A bottle of poppers was thrust between us. We both sniffed it. I felt the rush as my inhibitions melted and I gasped and kissed him back eagerly. They were piling in now, jostling to grab my cock, feel my arse and balls. Suddenly there were footsteps on the stairs and a torch shone over us. I glimpsed pot-bellied, flabby and stick-like figures around me as Bill’s voice said “Alright lads? Just thought I’d help get things started.” There was a padded bench in the middle of the room with wrist and ankle restraints. Bill shone the torch on it and they pulled me to it, bent me over and fastened my wrists at one end. Then they spread my legs and tied them at the other end with my bent knees spread and resting on padded cushions either side. “There you go!” said Bill. He slapped my bottom. “Nice arse on this one! Give him all you’ve got, yer dirty bastards!” He left and switched off the torch, plunging the room in darkness. A bottle was thrust under my nose and someone said “bloody ‘ell I need to drop a load!” “Go on then, mate!” Whispered another I felt bodies close in on me. Someone got between my legs and grabbed my hips. Their fingernails scratched my skin. A blunt, slimey cock pushed between my buttocks seeking my hole. Suddenly, it slid up me with a rush of rigid flesh. I gasped as it was buried to the hilt and a hairy belly squashed against me. “Oh yeah! He gasped and began to thrust in and out. They egged him on and rough fingers felt between us, eagerly feeling for where the base of his cock entered me. I gasped with shock, then sagged over the bench as he shuddered and came quickly in me. As soon as he pulled out, another took his place and a thick cock slid easily up me with the lube and cum in my hole. Someone stroked my head and whispered in my ear "Well done," He said. "Just relax now, we've got a long way to go..."

I chased, I'm poz, I am in great health and it really isn't a big deal in my life. I've never had any troubles with the medications and my life goes on just fine. I can think of hundreds of things worse than being HIV positive. If neg guys are all scared and treating you differently than anyone else, the problem isn't you. They obviously are ill informed idiots that are acting like it's 1985 still. If they are afraid of the choices they are making, perhaps they should get on prep, it's that simple. They can bareback all they want, it also is totally safe for neg guys to bb with undetectable guys. In both cases sero-conversion is extremely rare. We are lucky to be living in a time when treatments are so good and prevention is easy. I hsve absolutely no regrets. Live fearlessly and enjoy the gift of life!