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Hi guys - new chapter just dropped! Hope you like it ! CHAPTER XIII: A Look Back and A New Beginning” **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** “LOCAL HEALTH OFFICIALS: ‘ALARMING’ CLUSTER OF NEW HIV CASES IN LOS ANGELES” This was the headline in the LA paper one morning, and as I viewed it online, while Face-timing with Eric and Keith, we just laughed and mock-blamed each other for this rise in infection rates: “You said yourself you pozzed 10 guys in one weekend, Eric,” I pretended to mock him (in reality, I was fucking jealous) “That was in Gran Canaria, Randy,” he shot back…”I only ever infected 6 guys in one weekend here in L.A, at the old “negforpoz” parties that Angel used to host,” he said defending his honor, in a weird sort of way. “You got your 4th “X” just last week, right Randy?” said my gifter Keith, the hot nurse in Dr Matthew’s office who pozzed me almost 2 years ago this month…”sounds like you’re the cause of the HIV Cluster,” he joked, conveniently forgetting he’s over 50 known pozzings (and who-knows-how-many unknown ones). Well, whoever is responsible, all that means for us, my pozbrothers, is that there’s nobody in this town left to infect! With that, we sadly nodded, for our conversion efforts had recently stalled, with me at 40 known pozzings (hence the 4 “Xs” emblazoned on my stomach surrounded by biohazard tats) But me getting to 40 took several weeks after I had my 39th confirmed. Number 40 was Klaus, a hot tourist visiting from Germany. Klaus reached out to me on Twitter and when he flew into L.A. for a vacation with his unknowing boyfriend, he twice made the excuse of going for a meditative solo hike in the hills, but in actuality, he was riding my poison pierced cock getting impregnated with HIV. He worried that since he could only get away from his BF for 2 secret AIDS-fucks from me, he wouldn’t turn poz, but I assured him that with my high viral load, and my brushing of the hole before infiltrating it with my viral cock, my conversion rate was near 100% and that he would be returning to Germany pozzed up. So on the day of his first “solo hike in the hills,” when I turned Klaus on his back and right away saw the biohazard tattoo – black and blue with drops of red blood etched under his skin, I was taken aback. “I was under the impression you were neg.” I was chastising him a bit but he still had a hot hole and I was horny, so I didn’t reprimand him too much. “Ya, I know, I am neg – I got toxic cum from a guy a year ago, and I was convinced I converted…I was so happy and excited I went right to get the tattoo before taking the test and I was crushed when it was negative. I met my boyfriend after that, and he just thinks it’s a cool design - he’s pretty sheltered about these things.” Klaus sat up in bed and with a determined look on his face said “Here – I have a home test in my bag, I’ll take it now to prove I’m worthy of your virus.” And with that, we drank some wine, and chatted a bit while we waited for the test. I just wanted to get up his hole, so I was OK either way, but Klaus came all this way to go poz and he wanted to prove to me that he deserved my viral load. Just for fun while we were waiting, I took another of the home tests from his bag and told him I’d take it as well. And 20 minutes later, those two beautiful lines showed on mine, proof of my powerful viral load brewing in my balls. Klaus’s test showed only the one sad, negative line. “See, I need you to help me with this,” he said, kneeling in front of my very detectable, engorged cock. A few minutes of him sucking me and licking up my AIDS precum, and I pulled him up to the bed and said “We gotta make that tattoo accurate,” as I sank my pierced viral probe into his sweet German hole – a few drops of red coming out where I had brushed him earlier. My toxic precum forming at the head of my cock needed to get in there and do it’s depraved work, and I drove it deep inside him, holding him down to stop his resistance. I waved my very positive home test in front of his face while I pistoned my poison cock in and out of his thirsty hole. I fucked him hard and rough and soon enough there was 8 or 9 shots of my toxic seeds inside the German’s smooth hole. I plugged it up and propped his butt up with a pillow to let it sink in, it’s work beginning to attack his immune system and marking him as another poz convert for my tally. Of course, he got re-loaded one more time from me, and again twice more on his second “hike in the hills,” ensuring the infection takes root within him and sending him back to his dumb boyfriend pozzed up into the brotherhood, forever carrying and spreading my beautiful HIV strain. So, when three weeks later, I got a DM from Klaus with 2 lines on a German HIV test, and the news he was actively trying to convert his unknowing boyfriend into the poz brotherhood, I was able to sit in Eric’s tattoo chair and proudly get my 4th X. But that was over a month ago, and since then the only guys hitting me up for a spin on my pozzing stick are already poz. And while we all love recharging a buddy with our special strain, nothing beats unloading your deadly venom into an unprotected neg hole, bringing them up forever into the community of poz cumdumps and toxic mass breeders. And it went like that for several months after that…me stuck at 40 Xs, Keith still toxic and waiting for someone to poz which would get him to 50, Eric who was on meds now after 60 known conversions under his belt, when we were Facetiming again and saw this headline: LOCAL HEALTH OFFICIALS: HIV CASES IN L.A. COUNTY ‘LEVELING OFF’ “This is desperate, brothers,” Keith told us over the conference call. “There’s nobody here left to turn.” “Yep,” I concurred, “and the ones from out of town make a lot of noise about flying in to get it, but most of them never do.” “I just want someone to show up for pozzing as determined as I was…remember, guys?” I asked my two toxic inspirations… …It had simply started with a seed (!) of a thought in my mind…scrolling through a porn site, I started to see more and more guys with biohazard tattoos, on their arms, on their chests, over the cocks, around their holes. I had a few tats already, so I was intrigued by the biohazard symbols, at first just thinking it signified danger – which of course it does, but I soon found out how much more it conveyed. Scrolling through P0rn**b, I searched on #biohazard and up came 20 or so videos from my now friend and mentor Eric. A giant slab of manhood, Eric’s videos transfixed me. And there was one in particular I kept returning to over and over: “Converting the Nursing Student” was the title and it opened with Eric already balls-deep inside a bottom whose face is buried in the bed. Eric’s muscled hairy body glistening with sweat as he pulls his fat pierced cock in and out of the bottom’s greedy hole. “You like that toxic dick, whore?” he asks the bottom whose only reply is muffled by the pillow. “Pozzing you up into my club,” Eric goes on, “coming into the brotherhood, my boy” With that, he pulls out once more and replaces his hard toxic rod with a toothbrush! I was astounded and intrigued, never having seen that before. The unseen cameraman zooms in on the smooth hole as the brush is scraped inside it. I see bright red bristles as the brush comes out of his mancunt and once more Eric’s fat poz weapon dives into the hole, pistoning in and out with hard, deep, rough strokes. Then after a few minutes of hard fucking, he pulls out again and puts what I now know is a “Cruel Condom” on the throbbing, infected cock, the glistening stainless steel loops of the Cruel Condom hugging his engorged flesh. He unscrews the little silver cap at the end of the hard metal shell…the camera zooms in on his viral pre-cum…he takes a drop of it on his finger and shows it to the camera, up close. “Pure HIV seed, guys” he says to the camera, and then he returns to his task, planting it up the bottom’s stretched out, bloody manhole, which by this point, offers little resistance to the metal-clad AIDS cock. The bottom screams into the pillow some more, but Eric - this monument to manhood - just ignores him, fucks it in harder, rougher, deeper. He turns to the camera and laughs a depraved, sinister laugh. Finally, Eric’s breathing increases and his whole massive body, led by his enormous cock with the 00g PA driving into the hole, sheathed in its hard metal cage, is practically bouncing off the bottom whose screams of pleasure or agony into the pillow get drowned out by Eric’s guttural roars as his toxic seed blasts into the helpless guy below him. “Pozzed him up good, there,” the unseen cameraman tells him. “Oh yeah, he’s coming back pozzed up with my full-blown HIV,” Eric says as he finally dismounts off the guy and roughly shoves a plug in the battered hole. “Now you keep that plug in there, son, and let my virus do it’s work!” he commands. And the screen fades, a graphic says “1 month later” and it reopens on the same bed. Eric and the bottom from the video – his face now shown and I recognize him now as my hot nurse Keith – are holding a home HIV test. He turns the face of the test stick to the camera which zooms in on the two lines. “Congrats, baby boy, welcome to poz!” Eric proudly exclaims. “I just earned another X,” he says pointing to the three Xs already lined up on his abdomen, surrounded by biohaz and scorpion tats. As the screen starts to fade out and the video nears its end “You gonna spread your pozfather’s dirty strain now, boy?” he asks the beaming Keith. “Already have,” the nursing student, now proudly poz, answers back. In that scant 12 minutes of video, I am jerking off like crazy, my cum explosion on my laptop dripping down the screen. I hit “reload” on the video menu and watch it again and again. I know I have to meet these guys. I know I have to be pozzed by them, it is something I must fulfill. ********************************************************************************* And that was 2 years ago…Now happily toxic, having been pozzed by Keith and being a mass infector for others these past 2 years, I long for more hole to breed and infect, converting them into our club. But who is left around here to convert? A few days later, and just as I was contemplating if this was the end of my pozzing career, a message from my boss to our entire work group came through. I knew our company was being bought out by a larger competitor and now they were offering us an option: “Relocation Available”

What do you do when you recognize the red flags, but something in you chooses to ignore them? I guess that is what sets each of us on our own individual path. I don’t have to say, “Looking back I see the red flags” no, I clearly saw the red flags at the time, but choose to keep going despite the severe warning and that is how I got to where I am today. I guess I should start this story in college. I absolutely loved college, I was smart, so good grades came easy, I had lots of good friends, and we partied way too much, I was an attractive guy, so I found it easy to get girls and I took full advantage. I would say that I slept with several of the most attractive girls on campus. I was always careful, well most of the time I was very careful, because despite all the partying and sleeping around, I knew exactly what I wanted out of life and I didn’t want an unexpected pregnancy or std to interfere with that. Since high school I knew I was going to be a lawyer with a trophy wife, making bank and living the good life. I had no doubts that was my life’s direction, and it didn’t matter how much fun college was, that was my top priority, so I wasn’t going to do anything to risk that. I made good grades, I read books, I exercised daily, ate well, used condoms, and stayed healthy. Now, as careful as I was, there was one thing I wanted to try that did risk everything. I really wanted a blow job from a guy, but there was no way I would risk getting caught, so there was no way I would ever act on it. I guess you could say I was a little bi-curious. It wasn’t a dominating thought or anything, I have no doubt that I was way more attracted to girls, and loved having sex with girls, but I did want to see what this experience would be like. Occasionally, if I had a boring weekend I would get on my fake email and get on craigslist and chat with other guys who were looking for a “secret hookup buddy”, but I was always worried it could be someone that I might recognize or run into while I was out with friends, so it never went further than that. Well almost never. My senior year, I had one of those boring weekends where I got on Craigslist and posted “college hunk looking to chat”. As you all know, you get a ton of spam, but there were a few serious ones, but most wanted to chat for 10 minutes and then meet, which I wasn’t ready for. But there was one guy, Dan, who was totally happy with chatting and nothing more. Obviously, he was bored and didn’t have many friends, so he was happy for someone to talk with. I explained to him a little about myself, even though I changed up some key aspects to try and throw him off my trail if he did try to investigate. He told me he was in his late 40’s (no chance of us running in the same crowds), worked at a gas station at night, as he told me it’s the gas station right by The DipStick, the only gay bar in town. I laughed and told him that has to be convenient and he said that it was and that occasionally some drunk guys leaving the place would stop in for beer or cigarettes and he might get to blow them or something in the bathroom. We chatted for a few hours and when I was about to leave the chat he said “I know you’re not ready, but if you ever want a really good blow job I live over at the Lake View apartments on MLK blvd. You could stop by real quick and get off and if you wanted you could touch my cock if you’ve never got that opportunity before”. I told him that I appreciated the offer, but wasn’t ready. I logged off and went to search his apartment, which was directly behind the gas station he worked at, and it was really run down and looked sketchy and dangerous, like you’re going to get mugged or shot. Over the next few months leading up to winter break we chatted quite a bit and I grew to really enjoy talking with me. Of course the conversations grew more sexual, with him talking about how much he wanted to see me naked and suck my cock, and I was definitely turned on by the thought of it and I would reply somewhat vague, like “Oh yeah”, I was still super nervous, like all of a sudden he would respond “this was all a joke, this is your friend and we are punking you, you fag!”. I know how stupid that sounds, but my mind was crazy. The more and more we talked the more comfortable I became with him, I ended up sending him a body/dick pic, which he almost melted over. Not trying to brag, this statement is more about the lack of attention this guy would get rather than how hot I was, but I was pretty damn hot. He responded with a pic of him jerking off, and he had a really big dick, long and slim, just like the full body and face pic he sent next. He was an older guy, looked like he had a rough life. Tall and skinny. Behind him I could see his bed mattress on the floor with a box tv on a milk crate in a room that was absolutely trashed with clothes and trash on the floor, definitely a guy who doesn't have much company. Despite all that mess and sketchy apartment, I was turned on, mainly because it felt safe. There was no way I was going to run into this guy anywhere I went. We were definitely not running in the same circles, but he was lonely and bored and had plenty of time to try and investigate who I was and find my real identity, so I still kept my guard up. Finals week right before winter break, I was one of the few people on campus that got stuck with a Friday Final, so by Thursday almost everyone was gone. The campus was a ghost town, but that is ok, because I needed to study for my final. Thursday night I was studying, until I got too bored and decided to jump online and see if Dan was online and wanted to chat. I got online and sent him a message “Enjoying the snow?”, within 2 minutes he was online and replied · Dan: Bundled up in bed naked staying warm, you? · Me: Trying to study, but bored and now thinking about being naked in bed · Dan: Naked In bed is a lot more fun when someone is with you · Me: I bet your right, its too bad you don’t have someone there with you to help keep you warm · Dan: I know, I wish someone would cum over, I would definitely show them how much I appreciated the cumpany · Me: You mean you can’t find anyone on craigslist to cum over on a night like this? I would think it would be easy to get a one-night-stand · Dan: Yeah, if I looked like you! · Me: Well, I think you look like a great one night stand · Dan: Be careful what you say · Me: Why is that? · Dan: if you ever do come over for a bj I might try more · Me: more? · Dan: Make you fall in love with me · Me: Lol, how so? · Dan: I will get you on my bed and you will be asking for a bj and I will start blowing you and then I will stop and pull your pants all the way off and start kissing you up your stomach to your mouth and you would be surprised as I kiss you, but even more surprised to feel my giant cock pressing up against you as I tell you how much I want you, you reply “I only want to be with you” as I slide my giant cock inside you and make love to you until we cum together · Me: fuck man, that got me hard! · Dan: cum over, please! · Me: I’m driving around now going to get something · Dan: cum over here now! Take a left off MLK to 13th, the second building facing the road, second floor, apartment 2B, door is open and its cold outside please come shut my door · Me: · Dan: you there · Me: I’m parked outside · Dan: cum up baby, I want you · Me: · Dan: please baby! · Me: · Dan: I see you sitting in your truck, want me to come down · Me: · Dan: I’m coming down I see him walk out his apartment door, down the stairs and I’m panicking. My heart is beating out of my chest, not sure what to do, but I can’t move. He knocks on the passenger window and opens the door and sits in the truck. He tries to talk me into to coming up stairs, but I can’t move. I am so scared that I just sit there giving him one-word answers. We sit like this for 5 or so minutes until he reaches over and starts rubbing my leg. I am so nervous my body is shaking as his hand goes to my cock that is rock hard. As he feels my cock, he smiles at me and starts to pull it out from my sweatpants. He starts rubbing my cock saying how much my cock wants him, and how much I want to be with him, as he is leaning over to my cock he says “don’t worry, I want us to be together too” and he takes my cock in his mouth. It felt so fucking good, I had never felt anything like it before. Everything around us was quite, no-one around, dark and super cold with snow falling as this old man is sucking me off in my truck and I’ve never been more turned on. It didn’t take long for me to cum and he swallowed it all up. He sat up licking his lips to see my face completely in shock at what just happened, he then leaned over and kissed me. The high was wearing off and I began to come back to reality and what had just happened and what had almost happened if I had went in the apartment. He noticed the change in my demeanor and made a quick exit, but before he left he said “see how easy it is, you’re not going to jail, you didn’t get caught by anyone, you don’t have to stay for dinner after. Any time you want to, you know where I live” and he left and I drove home. For weeks after, I will still in shock, promising to myself that it would never happen again, but that only lasted for a little while before I got curious. I really wanted to see what messages he had sent me since our encounter, so I logged on to see, and there were several messages about how good that was and would have been better if I had come inside the apartment and how much he missed me and thought we could start something amazing. Despite all this, how good it was, how often we chatted, my final semester at college, we only chatted. I never went back over there. After graduation, I was going to law school about 1.5 hours away, so after the semester had ended my dad and younger brothers came to help me pack and move me to my new apartment in a new city. They packed up all my clothes except the clothes on my back and were about to leave when I decided I wanted to stay one more night and head home in the morning. My dad responded, "but you don’t have a bed or anything here", it's ok, I will sleep on the floor or over at a friends. Its my last night here, probably ever, I want to go out with friends and have a few drinks, they agreed and left, but I had no intentions of going out, well not with friends. I went to the gym and got something to eat and some beer and came home and showered and got clean and shaved up and around 10pm, decided to jump on chat and see what Dan was up to: · Me: well this is it. I am heading out. I can say I am honestly going to miss you and our talks · Dan: Come say goodbye · Me: lol, I cant, I am with my family · Dan: Damn, I wish you had come over last night so I could say good bye to you · Me: me too! · Dan: I am going to miss you two! · Me: us two? · Dan: you and your little friend, to bad he never got to meet my friend, they would have liked each other · Dan: sends a picture of him holding his cock · Me: wow! I swear your cock is a foot long · Dan: lol, no. I wish it was wider · Me: is that better · Dan: most people want it thicker rather than longer · Me: Oh, it looks good to me · Dan: I really liked yours and really wanted to see it again · Me: would you suck it as good as you did last time? · Dan: better! · Me: How so? · Dan: we would be naked in bed together and I would make you never want to leave me · Me: Don’t go falling in love, I am leaving tomorrow · Dan: tomorrow? · Me: maybe · Dan: don’t go falling in love · Me: lol touché · Dan: Cum over and let’s make love · Me: Make love? getting serious here Dan? · Dan: Maybe, by the end you won’t want to leave, I may get you pregnant so you have to stay · Me: that might be hard, not sure I can get pregnant · Dan: lol, that means we are going to make love bareback and I’m going to cum deep inside you, so we are together forever · Me: Oh lol! But I always use a condom, no offense. · Dan: you won’t want to tonight, it feels SOOO good to have someone cum deep inside you · Me: really? · Dan: yes! You will love it. · Me: I don't know if you're clean or have something. Are you clean? · Dan: I think so, I am trusting that you’re clean. · Me: lol, you didn’t even ask me if i was! · Dan: I guess I honestly don’t care, I just want us to be together, even if you do have something. How about this, I will put it in you and if you don’t like the way it feels I will pull out and put on a condom? · Me: I can’t believe I am saying this, but I think okay · Dan: you think? · Me: I’m having a few drinks trying to build up the courage to come over. · Dan: Come over baby, please. We can make slow sweet love, and if you decide to move, we will have this one night and we will both know that my cum will always be inside you · Me: Ok! · Dan: YES! I fucking love you · Me: hold on, someone is knocking on my door I got to the door and 3 of my friends where there and just came inside saying let’s go out and get wasted. I didn’t return to my messages that night and completely left him hanging. The next day I left and moved off, started law school, met a girl, and started a new life, completely leaving dan behind. As I started my new life and had a clear vision of my future, I was thankful that that night ended up the way it did, but I did feel terrible about just leaving him without even saying goodbye. It was almost 2 years after that night that I was home alone and bored and decided to log in and see what he had said after me ditching him. I was very nervous because I knew he would be furious, but to my surprise his messages weren’t hateful or angry at all. For the next few months following that night, he apologized for trying to rush me, he asked if I was ok, he expressed concern that maybe something had happened to me and he would never know, he messaged me about missing me, but nothing hateful. I sent him a message trying to explain what had happened that night and what had happened since then, and how I hoped he could forgive me for just disappearing. Within a few minutes he was online and was very nice. He was glad to see that I was ok and wasn't dead, and said that he understood. We chatted for a little while about life, nothing sexual, just catching up. Over the next TEN YEARS we continued to chat, not on a regular basis, but once or twice every 6 months and some instances going over a year without talking. Most of our talking was about life, just how things are going. I told him about me getting married and working for my wife’s dad’s law firm and basically living the life I had always dreamed. I wasn’t trying to brag, but when you’re talking about your life, this stuff was bound to come up. He was still living in the same apartment and was working at the same gas station; he said he was really depressed for a year or so after I disappeared. He almost seemed angry or resentful that my life was going so well and his wasn't. This wasn't the life he had dreamed of, nobody wants to be almost 60 years old working at a gas station and living pay check to pay check. I felt like he believed that if I had just come over that night, then me and him would be together and we would be living together and he would be the one driving the mercedes instead of my wife. Although I did enjoy talking with him, he did not seem like the same guy I knew, he lived a more carefree lifestyle. As if tomorrow didn't matter, living life without fear of consequences, and was almost happy to tell me about it, perhaps trying to make me jealous of his sexual escapades. Over the next 10 years, he would send me messages about guys leaving DipStick that he would hook up with in the bathroom or occasionally go back to his apartment. Inevitably, one day I got a message that he got herpes, then a couple years later he said he tested positive for Hepatitis C, this one really seemed to hit him hard, he was depressed and angry with himself. After this he seemed to be almost on a downward spiral, not caring about his actions so it wasn’t much of a surprise when I got a message one day that he tested HIV positive. This one really got him angry and depressed; I believe he hated seeing how my life turned out and how his was spiraling downwards. I believe he was honestly believing that me and him would end up together and maybe I would take him away from his life working at a gas station trying to suck off drunk strangers in the bathroom because that was the only action he could get. He never came out said that, but he would get upset if I spoke about my wife or anything positive with our life, but did seem to enjoy the problems I had working for my father-in-law and my wife always took his side. After his new found status, he went on a while sleeping with people without a condom and said he enjoyed giving them what he called his “Happy Meal” because it was a combo of Herpes, Hepatitis and HIV. He rationalized it as though the person didn’t want to wear a condom or ask him if he was poz, so he had no problem sharing it with them. In his mind, if his life was falling apart, he wanted everyone else to experience the same feeling. We would continue to chat every 6 months or so, and eventually he began to embrace his new life and didn’t look at it as if it was a curse. He said he couldn’t afford medication, so he would just live his best life and enjoy his life. He honestly seemed a lot happier, like the Dan I remembered from college, if not happier. One day I sent him a picture message of an office building. He replied what is that? I told him that it was my new office. I left my father in law’s firm after being passed up for a partnership. He never really liked me, so I quit and started out on my own. This ultimately led to some serious issues between me and my wife and caused some friction because I was making way less money and she was daddy’s little girl so I was always the bad guy. But what really caught me off guard was Dan’s response, he replied to my message of the picture with the address. I asked him how he got it and he told me that he did an image search and found it on the realtors site with the address. Thankfully I don’t think Dan had a car, so he did have immediate access to me. My biggest fear, being found out was closer than ever, and I had more to lose than ever before. Dan started to tease me about how he was going to show up one day at my office so we could pick up where we left off 10 years ago. Thankfully, nothing ever came from it, because again, I don’t think Dan had a car or transportation. One night I was home alone because my wife had gone to a fund raiser for dog charity she works with and we were still not doing very well, so she went alone. So, I got online to talk to dan. · Me: What’s up · Dan: Cuming to knock on your door · Me: (panicking) WHAT? · Dan: I know where you work now · Me: (relieved he didn’t know my home address) and what are you going to do when you get there? · Dan: Take you back to your office and give you what you’ve been dreaming of for 10 years · Me: and what is that? · Dan: Me, all of me! · Me: All of you? · Dan: yes, all of it! Nothing between us, you and me joined · Me: well too bad im not at the office · Dan: yeah! Move back here! · Me: Lol, · Dan: You wouldn’t ever want me to leave after · Me: after? · Dan: after I knock you up! You’ll fall in love After this conversation I realized, he wanted to be with me. He doesn’t just want a one-night-stand, he wants to be together and I may be treading on dangerous waters. But still, a couple of months later I find myself logged in again to talk with Dan. Why am I ignoring these red flags! But the next red flag was unmistakable, this message that he sent a couple of days after our last conversation: Dan: I know you want me, why are you lying to yourself. You know you want to be with me. We have been talking for over 10 years, and still want each other. I just wish you would give in to what YOU want. You know you’re not happy, only I can make you happy, just like only you can make me happy. We are meant to be together and if you would just meet me you would see that. Just one night together and you would see we are meant for each other. I would treat you so much better than your wife does. Does she think about you all the time, does she get your dick as hard as I do. Just come here for one day, one hour and you will see it. I know you’re nervous, but I would be so gentle. I would start by kissing you and telling you how much I love you and then I would lead you back to the bed and I would lay on top you kissing you so softly as we started taking each other’s clothes off. I would work my way down kissing your chest and stomach and then your beautiful cock. You would moan as I sucked it like I did last time, but I wouldn’t let you cum yet. I would work my way back up between your legs as you look up at me, looking in my eyes as you pull my giant rock-hard cock out of my underwear. You have been wanting this so long and here it is, right in front of you, its yours forever! I bend down and start kissing your ear as you feel my bare cock pushing up against you. I ask you if you want me, as you reply “Yes”, but I want more, I want to hear how bad you want me baby, you reply “So bad, I only want you”. I tell you to grab my bare cock and aim it towards your lubed hole. Do you want my bare cock baby, you reply “Yes I do”. Tell me how bad you want it “I want you to fuck me raw, impregnate me, give me what you have so we can be together forever. I want to be with you only you, make me yours now, plant your seed in me now baby, I love you!” as I put my cock inside your raw, you’re so happy to finally have it, I make a few small strokes and finally get all 10” inside you. I stop and whisper in your ear “ there is no going back from here, we will be together forever now” and you get so turned on you look at me and say “I want us to be one, I want your seed flowing through my veins, this is the only way we can truly be together and be one, breed me baby, make me yours, you own me”. As I cum inside you, so deep inside you. There is no going back now. I know you want this baby, please cum to me. Only I can make you this happy, deep down you know this. As I read that message, I was shocked. I am really in a dangerous position. He wants to own me, this is the type of stuff you see before someone goes missing. I am generally concerned for my life at this point. The tone of the message was not about sex or love, it was about ownership, it was desperation, it was psychotic, if I can't have you nobody can type stuff. I knew that I was in danger, he knew where my office was but thankfully had no transportation, if I were to meet him he would do everything in his power to try and trap me by giving me his “Happy meal” so I couldn’t go back to my wife. I would have to divorce her and then, in his mind be with him. And that’s if things don’t go worse and he tries to kill me. I realized that everything I had ever worked for, my career, my life was all at risk of being ripped away from me right now, but what I truly couldn’t understand is why my dick was SOOO hard reading that message. I guess the thought of being so desperately desired by someone, the danger situation, the sexual tension we had in college, the danger of unprotected sex with someone who I know has HIV, Herpes and Hepatitis, when I have spent my entire life trying to be careful. It was all awakening some carnal desire deep within me that I guess had never had a chance to show itself. It wanted him to fuck me raw, it wanted him to take control, to force his disease on me, it wanted him to be dangerous, to be psychotic, it wanted to dance with the devil. I was torn, something so clearly deadly but at the same time being so turned on. My mind was screaming, RUN! Delete your account all your email history, cancel your lease, get as far away from every possibility that he has of finding you, but this small part of me that was getting louder and louder was screaming “you know you want it, you know you want him to own you, to command you, to make you belong to him, there is nowhere else you can run, you will be his property, let him breed you, let his disease take over” My hands stood still on the keyboard as the battle in my mind raged on. What do I do?

As I drove to Mike’s house my mind was replaying our text message conversations ending with the most recent. We had met on a hookup site. It started as a bit of interest. I was 27 and getting married in 4 months to Maria, a nice girl outwardly but a bit of a devil between the sheets. She made it clear that she loved anal - possibly more than routine pussy sex and things were great between us. But I had an itch to scratch. I knew I liked cock as well and had had a brief fling with a guy before I had got engaged to Maria. That itch was still there. I wanted to suck another cock and take a bare cock in my arse one last time before I got hitched. I met Mike on the anonymous chat room and we seemed to click. He was mid forties , and from his pics , solidly built with a nice thick cock. I had explained over the five or six weeks we had been messaging I wanted a bareback fling with a guy and he said he was bareback only so that would work. I did my research and knew poz guys barebacked but that U=U. I didn’t want to pick up anything that might embarrass me. Mike admitted early on that he was undetectable and I said I was fine with that as I wasn’t taking prep - that would require too much explanation . It had come out in my fantasies and later in my texts to Mike that the fact he was poz and undetectable was a turn on for me, as was the fact I was neg and unprotected for him. We had set up the date, I would drive to his - there was an open offer to stay the night ‘bring your toothbrush if you want to stay over’ he had said - and Maria was on her hen weekend with her girlfriends. I knew she wouldn’t be disturbing me and I could finally scratch that itch ….. I knocked on the door and Mike let me in. ‘ Hi Nathan, come in, nice to meet at last’ Mike pulled me into him and kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I let myself respond, immediately getting hard. I noticed Mike just had a bathrobe on, and could feel his cock stiffen too. ‘ come sit down , I just had some porn on the tv. I sat down looking at the big flat screen. There was a guy in a harness sucking one guys cock whilst being barebacked by another. I sat next to Mike as his robe opened. His cock sprang forward, a full 7 ins and thick, bigger than mine. ‘ you like?’ He asked. ‘Yes definitely ‘ I responded, grasping his cock and slowly wanking him. I saw his tattoo that he has on his abdomen, recognising it from the pics we had exchanged. It was a scorpion, but it was slightly different to how it had been, there was now a red tip to the tail sting. ‘you like my updated tatt?’ He asked ‘I did it especially for you’. I nodded, and kissed it as I leaned over to suck on mikes hard cock. I could taste his precum. I could feel Mike pulling up my t shirt and broke off from sucking his cock to quickly shrug off my jeans and boxers and t shirt. I settled down ion my knees in front of Mike and put his cock in my mouth again. ‘Good boy, we’ll scratch that itch tonight. Are you staying? ‘ I had already made up my mind. I nodded. ‘Toothbrush? ‘ I nodded again and saw Mike reach to my jeans and fish it out. ‘ I’ve a little admission to make Nathan, one I think you will enjoy. You know I said just to put a bit of spice in our fuck tonight, that I came off my meds three days ago , though it would still be safe?’ I nodded, Mike had asked me if I wanted him too just for a little buzz - he got out of me that i thought the fact he was poz was a turn on - ‘well in actual fact I knew early on that me being poz turned you on - so I’ve actually been off my meds for the six weeks we have been chatting. So I’m not undetectable anymore! ‘ My heart pounded, I knew I had to be careful but my cock stiffened at hearing Mike was no longer safe. ‘ Stand’ he ordered. ‘You’re hard, boy, I know you’re turned on but you don’t have to take my cock if you don’t want and I won’t cum in you if you don’t want- we don’t want you going back to your girlfriend all pozzed up like a faggot do we?’ I nodded again. ‘ok sit’ I sat down and Mike eased me forward before lifting my legs. ‘Close your eyes, just enjoy this bit’ I could feel his breath as he started to rim my hole. I had never been eaten out like this and could feel Mike’s tongue invade my hole. I kept my eyes shut to enjoy the sensations. I felt something cold ‘ just a bit of lube …in case….’ Mike whispered. I then felt something else. ‘Do you like that?’ I nodded again, presuming it was a slim sex toy in my bum. ‘ your toothbrush was the closest thing I could find, sorry’ . I thought that was a kink of Mike’s hence the instruction. mike adjusted his position and I could feel his cock at the entrance to my hole. I was conflicted, I was desperate for him to continue the pleasure and slide in, but he was poz. ‘Please’ I whispered. ‘Please stop?’ Mike asked. ‘No please put your cock in me I want it’ I whispered. In my mind I would ask him to pull out before he came. I didn’t want to be pozzed. mike adjusted and slid in to my well lubed hole and started building a rhythm. It felt like heaven. ‘I will pull out if you ask, cos if I cum in you you are likely to become poz, but you have to ask me to’ ‘ok ‘ I nodded, just feeling the pleasure. ‘ tell me when you’re nearly cumming’ I gave myself to feeling his cock pounding my hole. ‘Nearly there boy’ . The words swirled round the room but my itch needed to be fully scratched. ‘Please ….. stay in, cum in me, pleeese,’ I whispered. I needed to feel his cum in me. ‘ definitely…. Uuuhhh! ‘ Mike growled as he came hard in me. ‘ I knew you would want that’ Mike said as we has a post fuck cuddle. I could feel his load seeping out. My mind was still foggy. I needed to think what to do next ……. to be continued

Part 3 - Spending time in the city It was a really hot Tuesday when Brandon, James, Amir and John met for lunch in town. The men sat on the terrace of the restaurant and gave points for the bulges of the men's shorts, Bubble butts and big biceps. It was fun. After lunch, John had to go to continue working, but James and Amir had the day off and Brandon had decided to skip his studies. Brandon needed new pants, so he asked James and Amir to come to the department store as taste judges. The department store's men's department was almost empty. The hot day had probably driven the customers to the beaches. The men walked around the department and thought about what kind of chinos would suit Brandon best. Finally, a salesman in his twenties came to them and asked how he could be of help. The name tag on the man's chest read Dylan. "I need some new pants," Brandon said to Dylan. "Brandon needs proper pants that will better show off his best features," continued Amir. Dylan looked at Amir in confusion. Amir patted Brandon's buttocks and said, “Brandon's delicious ass needs to be exposed better. As well as her hot poz package”. And moved his hand to the front of Brandon's jeans. Brandon laughed and pushed Amir's hand away. Dylan turned red and went to look for suitable pants on the shelf. After a while, Dylan came back with a bundle of pants in his hands. Dylan said he thinks Brandon needs either white or khaki pants. Dylan handed Brandon a pair of white pants. Brandon took the pants Dylan handed him and went into the fitting room, pulling the curtain behind him. After a moment, Brandon opened the curtain and stepped in front of the men. The pants looked really good. Brandon spun around and asked the men what they thought. James was the first to say it looks really good. James said he liked how the straps of Brandon's jockstraps showed through the thin white fabric. They beautifully frame Brandon's cum hole. But the front looks delicious too. "It's obvious that Dylan has an eye for male beauty when he immediately managed to choose such perfectly fitting pants for Brandon," continued Amir. Dylan blushed again and handed Brandon a new pair of pants. Brandon went back into the fitting room, but Amir held onto the curtain as Brandon tried to close it. "I don't think it's necessary, since there are no other customers nearby," he hinted to Brandon. Brandon immediately understood the hint and began to take off his white pants. Brandon took off his pants while standing with his back to the men, exposing his muscular jockstrap ass for the men to admire. Dylan stared open-mouthed at the show in front of him. Next, Brandon started to pull on khaki colored chinos, which were clearly a tighter skinny fit model than the previous pants. Now Brandon stood facing the men. Brandon wanted to perform. He theatrically slowly and spectacularly stuffed the full pouch of the jockstraps into his pants. The tight pants fit Brandon well and the pants showed off Brandon's bulge perfectly. Amir pointed to the front of Dylan's pants and told Brandon that these pants should be bought when they work this well. Dylan, red in the face, tried to hide the rock-hard erection in his suit pants with his hand. Amir took Dylan by the shoulder and led him to the fitting room with Brandon. "You should go and calm down for a while, because you can't walk around here in the department with a hard cock," said Amir and pulled the curtain in front of the fitting booth. About five minutes later, Brandon came out of the fitting room and told James that you were next. "This boy is greedy for toxic Daddy cream". James went into the fitting room through a gap in the curtain, where Dylan was standing with his pants tucked in, his hands leaning against the mirror on the back wall. James touched Dylan's hole with his finger and asked if Brandon fucked Dylan. "Yes". "Did you like it?" "Yes," replied Dylan. “Do you want some more?” "Yes," answered Dylan again. James opened his pants and exposed his hard cock. The head of James's cock was wet from the spilled pre cum. "I don't have a condom with me," said James. "It doesn't matter," replied Dylan. "Do you want to get it bare inside you?" asked James. "Yes," answered Dylan again. “Brandon said you're hot for older men who will inseminate you with toxic sperm. Is that true?", asked James again. "Yes," replied Dylan. At the same time, James placed his helmet on Dylan's wet hole and began to slide his cock into the young man's tight hole. James pushed himself balls deep. After a while, he started to fuck Dylan, who was intensely looking into James' eyes through the mirror. James picked up the pace and fucked Dylan with powerful movements. Finally, James asked if Dylan was sure he wanted James' sperm. "Breed me, please," replied Dylan. "Have you let strangers inseminate you before?" asked James. "Yes, many times," replied Dylan. James tore open the curtain of the fitting room and beckoned Amir inside. James told Amir that he should start getting ready because it was Amir's turn next. Dylan is a no loads refused slut. James emptied the bags into Dylan's hole and next gave space to Amir. Finally, Amir also came out of the fitting booth, and after a while, Dylan again in his full salesman costume. Brandon praised that he has never received such good customer service before. Dylan thanked, and promised Brandon both pants at half price if he was going to buy them. “Awesome,” said Brandon. When the purchases were paid for and in the bag, Dylan welcomed them all to shop again.

Chapter 3 As I crawl my way over to Marc and Keith's dick. “Keith. Why don't you take him over to the couch? I'll bring everything over to you guys in a few minutes,” said Marc “Yes sir…..can you also grab his plug that Henrique wanted him to use from the bathroom? I'm pretty sure I left it in there. “ said Keith “OK.. And what do you want to start with? A bong? A couple of rails? Or a slam?” Marc asked “Let's do rails. I think that's a good start. We can cut this bitch one to try too” Keith responded while sitting on top of the backrest of the couch, letting me clean his precum. I licked it clean the same way I cleaned Henrique's cock then I stopped because you know…..I just got disciplined when I went for Henrique’s dick before it was offered to me, so looked up a Keith as he searched through porn on TV, deciding what to watch. He noticed that I stopped and I could tell that he was wondering why for a few seconds then it clicked, he said “As long as your mouth is keeping busy. I'm not Henrique so you don't have to wait for the next command. My rule is that you keep your mouth busy. Got that, Benny boy?” I smiled and responded, “Yes sir. Anything you want.” then I warp my head around the head of his dick tightly, sucking his dick tightly around my lips, then slowly moved my lips from his tip toward the base of his, all the while my tongue flicks back and forth brushing and occasionally digging into his pee slit. Keith was stroking his dick with lube on already. It made deep-throating his dick easier to do but it still wasn’t exactly easy. If I swallowed his cock whole, I could feel my neck getting thicker and I couldn’t breathe at all. He must have thought me gasping for air after he pull his dick out of my throat because he did it several times. He stared right at me when he did it with a grin on his face. As Keith enjoyed his first BJ from me, Marc came back with a tray of things. He said, “Ben. We gonna get your ass smooth. It shouldn’t take long. Henrique likes it smooth. I'm gonna use a razor on you so enjoy Keith's dick but don't make sudden movements until I'm done shaving, do you hear me?” “No problem sir” Marc walked over to Keith as he lit the glass ball in a bong. As Keith’s dick thrust in my mouth, I could hear the bong bubbling steadily for quite a long then I saw Marc shotgun smoke to Keith. They must have done this more times than they could count because the smoke transferred to Keith’s mouth wasted hardly any other than some amount when they tongue kissed one another. Keith then leans down to shotgun me, and man…..you’d think there won’t be much smoke left in Keith’s mouth to give me, but I still couldn’t inhale all the smoke left in his mouth because it was so much, especially after I’ve been blocked from air having Keith’s dick in my mouth. Before I could catch my breath, Marc grabbed my head this time and shotgun me another big cloud then he singled that he wanted me to let the smoke out on his dick. I couldn’t see anything but smoke when I let it out, that’s how much smoke he shotgun me. “Nice one” Marc said as he handed the bong over to Keith and proceeded to massage and shave my ass. Occasionally Marc would slide his fingers in my hole a hold my ass steady. In only 5 min or less, Marc got my ass super smooth, then he said, “My fucking god, Ben. You’re gonna love what we made for you” as he walked toward the kitchen and grab something in the freezer and came back and said “I can't wait to taste your hole. It's been winking at me this whole time I was shaving your ass. Let’s start you up with a small one.” I felt a small ice cube sliding near my hole then Marc deposited it in me. I had thought it was just an ice cube. I could feel my face warming up, but I didn’t think anything of it at that time. “Heh…” Marc giggled as he fingers my hole “Your hole looks even sweeter now that it got some cum in you” “What do you mean?” I said because I’m not even all that high yet. “The ice cube you swallowed with your ass was me, Keith, and Henrique’s cum combined and mixed with tina. You are getting high from our loads basically. Don’t worry, you will be fine. That one I gave you was for warm-up. Here comes the normal dose” Marc once again teased me with the ice cube as Keith put a bottle of poppers close to my nose and told me to “Inhale, take a deep breath, then hold it. Do not let go until I say so.” ……. “Good Ben, now do it again” Keith immediately made me do another one as Marc was getting ready to push the cum ice cube in me. During my 3rd time hitting the poppers, there was no doubt that my face was burning up at that time. As Keith gave me the same instruction once more, I had no idea that Marc had lubed up his dick already and was pressin the cum cube against my hole firmly. When I let out my 3rd hit of popper, it felt like my hole opened up for Marc, and swallowed his dick in along with the ice cube all the way in. It caught me by surprise and made me gasped lightly. I could feel that ice cube sitting in my body. Marc’s dick was just what my hole wanted. I’m amazed by that he got it all in on first try. “There you go Ben. Your hole is so warm and wet. How do you like my dick?? Ever had one as thick as mine?? Your hole opened up and sucked me in. I barely even push. I think our cummy booty bump must be doing its job. How are you feeling boy?” Keith insisted I must do even number of poppes so I had one more to go. Marc started slowly fucking my hole while I’m hitting poppers. It felt so good with my popper buzz I closed my eyes and let my eyes roll back and focus on Marc’s rock-hard dick. My body is feeling so hot now and my cock is hard as a rock while getting fucked. So hard that it twitches. After my last hit of popper, Keith stood up over me to let Marc suck his dick as he took a big hit from the bong while I was in doggie position, trying to make sense of several different sensations that I was feeling. “Hey bitch. I asked how are you feeling? Answer me” Marc said with a firm tone and slapped my right buttcheck. “Aahh…uhh Yeah……” I know Marc wanted me to say something but I’m kind of stuck in a zone. My brain is drawing blank. All I want was to get fucked. I looked up and saw myself getting fucked and Keith getting blown by Marc on two different TV. Damn…I have no idea where the cameras are but they sure got good angles and they even know what to zoom in. I could see my hole suctioning on Marc’s dick every time he pull out as it does want his dick to leave. “Oh yes, daddy. I love the way you eat my ass” said Keith. Daddy!? I saw that Keith has turned around and letting Marc tongue fuck him. I had no idea Keith could be so submissive and call someone who isn’t much older than him daddy is so hot. “Yeah!? My fucking cum whore. Oh….I can taste cum. You gave yourself one of those booty bump ice cube didn’t you?” Marc looked surprised and said “I thought it was odd that you are quieter than usual. Normally you’d be begging already. Do you miss my dick in your cunt, Keith?” said Marc “Yes daddy. Please fuck me and use my hole for your pleasure” said Keith “Hear that Ben. Your best friend also needs my dick.” said Marc “Please fuck me and give me your load. Please Please Please” I said. I do want Marc’s cum but I also want to watch Keith getting fucked. I wanna take a good look at him being submissive. “Keith. You know what I like to see. Go take care of yourself and I’ll be right there” said Marc “Anything for you Daddy” I didn’t even notice that Nick had something tied on his arm. He put out a needle and so accurately stick it in his left arm. Right after that he put his arm up and his face looked like he was feeling so many different things. “Let’s give Ben a good seat if you are going to take my dick away from him” Keith came up and gave me a long french kiss then he laid on his back slightly angled just so I had a good viewing angle. I felt Marc’s dick left my hole but he didn’t leave my hole empty for long. He shove a pretty decent size butt plug in me and he gagged my mouth with a rag and top part of the rag barely touching my nose is soaked with poppers. I had no idea when but I’m tied up to something that I can’t turn my back far enough to see. I’m kind of stuck in this doggie position have no choice but to watch Keith getting Marc’s dick in his all, full force then there it is, Marc let out a satisfactory scream. After a min or two, he pulled his dick out of Keith’s ass and told me to lick it clean. I was just glad he removed the rag bc I was really about to pass out. I was glad to lick off his cum covered dick. Keith already knew what Marc was going to say. He quickly position his ass in front of me then Marc said “suck all the cum out of his hole and eat every last drop of it. Do it well then you will be rewarded” “Yes sir” I took no time putting my lips on Keith’s hole. I suck on it hard and I could feel him pushing too trying to help me out. I tongue fucked Keith a little and made he moan. Then there it is. A puddle of white cum leaking out of his ass. I lick all that up and made sure how a drop of cum left on him anywhere. “Good job Ben.” both Keith and Marc move the couch around into a 3 x 3 fuck couch with me tied to something roughly in the middle. Both of the lay down facing me. I couldn’t help but ask “Can one of you please fuck me? I can’t stand this sensation anymore. I really need fucked” “Be careful what you wish for” Out of nowhere, I feel my hole getting expanded bigger and bigger. I had no idea how was was possible but my god. I don’t know if I can take this dick. Just how big is it going to get. The rapid expansion in my ass and unable to see who’s behind me was driving me crazy. Finally I looked up on the TV that had show me getting fucked earlier and saw who was behind me. Henrique has gotten out of shower and was only half way in my ass. He’s fucking me in additional to this hollow buttplug. I don't think I can take it all doesn't matter how high I was from the booty bump and all the cum I've eaten and the popper rag in my nose. However, Henrique was a lot more gentle than I had thought but before I could finish that thought, he slammed his the rest of his dick, all 2/3 of it left. It shocked me and made me saw stars. I don’t know if I just cum or not but I was not prepared for the rest of his curved dick in me all at once that fast. All I know is that it made my dick twitch hard. I had no idea what I’m feeling at this moment. Suddenly darkness started closing all around in my vision. I couldn’t see anymore. I fell into the Henrique’s arms and that was the last thing I knew….

Part 2 - Movie night and James' audition A couple of weeks after the bar night was the club's movie night. Amir had sent James an address that was located in a residential area on the edge of town. Jock, the owner of the detached house, was at the door. Jock looked like a nice looking man of medium height, about 60 years old. Jock was wearing nothing but really short, thin fabric running shorts that left nothing to James' imagination. Jock gave James a warm welcome and led James from the hall to a room where James could leave his own clothes and belongings. Jock told James that clothing is a personal choice, i.e. you can either be completely nude or wear clothes that feel the most suitable for you. James took off the rest of his clothes but left his jockstraps on. James made his way towards the living room, which was filled with happy murmurs of conversation. In the huge living room there was a large screen, in front of which were sofas, ottomans, a couple of divans and large floor pillows. Men of different looks and ages were sitting everywhere. James estimated that there must have been close to 30 men in the room. Amir got up from the couch to introduce James to the other members of the club. Amir was completely naked and his big cock was semi-erect. Amir said that James is a friend of John and his and is here now trying to see if he can become a member. Amir stood behind James and poked James's buttocks with his semi-hard cock and urged everyone today to thoroughly investigate whether James would be a good member of the club. Amir led James to sit on the couch next to Amir. On the other side of James sat a thin and clearly over 75-year-old man. The man introduced himself as Daniel. Daniel was also only wearing jockstraps. Daniel expressed that he was happy to meet a new young man. Jock began to introduce the film for the movie night. Jock said that today we will watch a documentary film edited by him called Brandon's journey. Jock asked Brandon to come up front. Jock said that Brandon is now a member of the club for the first time and has been a trial member twice before. Today's 25-minute long documentary tells the story of Brandon's journey to becoming a member. All the men cheered and clapped for Brandon and Jock. Jock turned off the lights in the room and pressed the switch for the roller blinds. The living room became dim, because the only light in the room was reflected from the video cannon onto the big screen. The movie started with an interview with Brandon, where Brandon talked about himself. About how they are in an open relationship with a boyfriend. They have made an agreement that they can freely have sex with others, but the condition is that they use prep. Brandon says that he is a versatile 20-year-old who is horny all the time. Brandon says that lately he has been reading a lot of BZ conversion stories and wanted to try positive men. Brandon had commented on Jock's photos on BZ and sent Jock admirer mail, after which Brandon and Jock had started writing horny messages through BZ. Jock had invited Brandon to coffee, where Jock had asked how serious Brandon was about wanting to turn positive himself. Jock had said that Brandon could participate in a sex party where there would only be positive men besides him. But Brandon has to understand that everything happens there unprotected, without prep and it's very risky for Brandon. Next, the video moves to a sex party, where the men of the Daddies club fuck Brandon in all possible positions. Sometimes Brandon is tied up in a sling, sometimes he rides the cock of a man sitting on the couch, and sometimes Brandon is on all fours on the bed and the men take turns fucking the open hole. "Oh my god" and "Oh fuck" come out of Brandon's mouth all the time. In the video, countless loads of hot cum are injected into Brandon's bare hole. Men praise and encourage young poz hungry cum whore. The scene ends when Brandon, completely spent, is lying on the bed on his stomach and sperm is pouring out of his open asshole. Next, Brandon looks disappointed with the result of the HIV test, which is negative. Brandon, naked again, gets fucked. Now he's tied to a fuck bench and the words Poz Loads are written on his back in permanent marker. After each load, a new line was drawn on Brandon's back with a marker. At the end of the video, Jock asks Brandon how he feels now that there are 27 positive loads inside. "I'm happy," replies Brandon. The video ends when, two weeks later, a message appears on Jock's WhatsApp from Brandon, which reads "I have a fever! I think we succeeded.” Jock turns on the lights and pulls Brandon with him in front of everyone and confirms that “Yes, Brandon's second test came out positive yesterday. The membership process of the young cum slut has been successfully completed". The men whistle and clap! The horny movie has made all men's cocks stand up. During the movie, the men on either side of James had moved James' hands to their own cocks, which James had been jerking off during the movie. Now the 75-year-old next to James asked James to sit on his lap. The man's hard cock sank up to the balls in James's ass. James saw all around him being sucked or fucked. Young Brandon fucked Jock on his back on the ottoman in front of everyone. Jock's legs were swinging in the air as Brandon fucked him like a rabbit with his positive cock. James is circulated among men like a prize. The men take turns testing James' cock and asshole. After a couple of hours of fucking, Jock announced that the grill is now hot in the yard and there is food and refreshments available for everyone. James felt like he was among his own as the naked men mingled and dined in Jock's backyard. At some point, Jock wanted to make his voice heard again. The time had come to decide whether James would be accepted as a full member of the club. Jock asked if everyone had time to get to know the new arrival. The men nodded in agreement. Next, Jock asked if anyone objected to James being admitted as a member. No hands went up, after which Jock congratulated James. Fucking, licking, sucking and all kinds of sexual intercourse continued well into the night. In the end, James was going home and estimated that he had gotten at least 8 different sperms in his asshole during the evening. James was happy to be accepted into the club.

Yesterday. Trucker from sniffles message me and said he needed an ass to breed. I said when and where and he said now, Flying J, 5th truck from the right, back row. I got there, walked up to his truck and entered drivers side door. He was in the sleeper stroking a fat uncut cock. I undressed and ass I pulled my jockeys down, he shoved me forward over the sleeper bed and rammed his lubed up cock all the way in me without hesitation or warning. He fucked me for about 5 minutes then held his cock balls deep in me as he unloaded his cum into me. I got dressed, said thank you sir and exited his truck.

Can't believe I was left home alone, third weekend in a row. We were expecting a nor-easter but I got things ready anyway. Figured there might be a plow driver or two who would want to plow me deep. I got ready, nice hot shower (you know what I mean) posted notice on BBRT and Sniffies, updated my profile to "hosting" on the other apps. It was not long and a 25 year old stud with a nice thick cock wanted to pump a load into me. I was ass up and waiting for him. I recently bought a couple red lights and I like the sex club look it gives my bedroom. Ass up, lubed, face down, harness on, ready to be bred raw!! I love it. I get so excited when I hear the click of the door, the pounding as they walk up the stairs, the gasp of excitement when they see my ass up waiting. It didn't take him long to get undressed and press the head of his cock at my ass. I love it, I don't have a problem taking cock, my ass is tight but I love it when I guy pushes right into me. I encourage them, I tell them to push right into me, bury that cock in my ass. Most do it and I love the rush it gives me. He of course followed direction and plowed right into me in one big thrust!! It's such a rush. He then got right into pounding my hole. He had a nice thick cock and I would say, Fuck me deep, breed my hole, bury that cock in my ass. He fucked me for about 10 minutes, in and out, loosening my hole. Then I could feel him pick up the pace and tell me he's going to "breed me", that gets me going verbally as I tell him to seed my hole, breed me deep. He shot a nice big load in me, my hole was nice and wet!! He pulled out, got dressed and left. Not sure I even saw his face. It was so hot!! A little lit later a married guy who has fucked me a few times in the last week hit me up. As soon as he was free he was going to come and dump a load into me. He can't host and Its rare than I can, so he is taking advantage of it. I got on my knees and sucked him. Told him when he was ready to tell me and I would get ass up so he could fuck me and cum deep in me. He has a nice BBC and was loving fucking my throat, love him to go nice and deep. As soon as he told me I hopped up on the bed and presented my ass. I backed right up onto that BBC and he went to town using my hole to dump his load. I am his receptacle, I am his dumping ground. He plowed his load right into me. I fell asleep with two nice loads in my ass. Would have loved a few more but was satisfied. The weather was bad, the roads were bad, it was nice to get a couple loads in my hole. In the morning I was still wanting loads. There is hardly a day that goes by that I don't, especially when I have the chance to host. I had messaged a guy the previous day who has fucked me at least 20 times over the last 5 years to see if he was available. He hit me up the next morning. I was very excited as we have not been able to connect for some time. I love it when he fucks me. He has thighs of steel. Believe it or not, he has fucked me every time blindfolded. I have never seen his face but I could pick him out in a lineup, he is solid. He told me he could be there in 10 minutes. He must live close, as thats always the case. I was ass up waiting when I heard him come thru the door and up the stairs. I don't even have to give him the address, he knows the house well. He wanted me to suck him first. He comes around the bed, puts his cock in my face. I suck him, let him throat me until he is good and hard... Then he says, "let me fuck that ass". He comes around the bed, plants his cock squarely in my hole and dives in! It's so HOT. He bangs my hole, he is a rough fuck and I love every bit of it. He fucks me for about 10 minutes and the announces, I'm going to cum in you! I of course love it, I tell him to breed me. He shoots his load in me!! Then he stays for a bit, until his cock goes a little soft. Pulls out, pulls up his pants and is out the door. A pure pump and dump with a nice load in me. I am sure he is back on his way home to his wife and family. Its so fucking hot. How I love being a cum dump, ass up taking loads!!

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. 😏

Close to lunchtime I was on Sniffies seeing if anyone was looking for a lunchtime quickie and got a message from a cute 18 y/o blonde Anglo kid. His picture had me worried as he looked younger, but he said he had an ID to prove he was 18 and he'd just had his birthday before Christmas. The Frisco ISD starts back up tomorrow and he's in high school and as much as I love fucking and getting fucked by high school boys I wasn't about to pass this up. Hotter still his profile was bareback only so I knew he'd be down to take my load and pretty much made it clear he wanted it. I suggested using the locker room in the gym in our building as there's few people here and he was down for that or car play. I gave him the address and told him to text when he got here and he did. I scrambled down to the gym and sure enough, he looked like his picture and he gave me his driver's license, and so I knew his name (Aaron) and introduced myself and led him into the locker room. I checked around and there was no one else in the locker room and as soon as I told him he was on me kissing me, starting to undo my shirt and his. I like how aggressive the kid is and he has his tongue down my throat and is telling me how bad he wants me to fuck him and how bad he wants my loads. I asked him if he wanted to fuck in the shower or in the bathroom stall and he said the stall, smirking at me. I grabbed a towel to clean up after and we went into the stall where we resumed kissing and undressing each other. We weren't at it long before he said he should fuck me first as he was really excited and close to cumming. I asked if he wanted me to suck him first and he laughed saying he was ready to fuck me. I was taking in his hot smooth pale body and his nice long uncut dick, which sadly didn't have much girth. I turned my ass to him and could hear and feel his spit hit my ass and his cock and he slowly worked both into my ass. My ass didn't offer up much resistance as I'd been fucked at the gym this morning before work. His dick entered me easily and soon his was stroking to his heart's content as I told him how good his cock felt in me and how bad I wanted his cum as he tweaked my nipples and kissed and bit the back of my neck. It didn't take long for him to go full throttle and start pounding my ass hard and blasting a huge load I could feel inside me as he let out a loud series of fucks. He apologized saying he was really worked up and cums really quick when he's like that, but that he had another load for me, asking me if I wanted it in my ass or down my throat. I told him not to pull out and that I wanted it in my ass, and how bad I wanted it. He was pulling almost all the way out and slamming all the way in with long hard strokes groaning as he did. As he did I could feel his cum leaking out my ass and dribbling down onto my balls and legs. I loved that he was churning the load already in me deeper inside my guts and adding his own. I could feel his body tense and his breath change, letting out a loud groan and knew he'd cum in me again. He slid out of me and tried to catch his breath and I turned around to kiss him and tell him how hot it was. I was stroking my cock and told him it was his turn and he took his place up against the wall. I did Aaron just as he did me, spit and stick and his ass also offered up no resistance. It was clear he'd been fucked recently and I'm sure if I dropped down to eat his ass I'd get a taste of that guy's load. If he's willing to hook up with a total stranger in a locker room to fuck then clearly he's a slut and probably fucks around a lot. He was groaning a lot, saying how thick my cock was and how good it felt in him, along with how bad he wanted my cum. I decided to push it and for him to tell me how bad he wants it and that he probably gets fucked a lot and he admitted he did. I pushed it asking him how often he gets it and he said he tried to get fucked every day. I asked him if he'd already been fucked today and he said he had. I pumped him for details and it was a guy off Sniffies who came to his house and bred him raw. I loved that he was hooking up with random guys and letting them breed him raw and knew he'd probably be back on Sniffies after this to get more loads. I asked him that and he admitted he was going to. I was so turned on I blasted a massive load inside him that had him begging me not to pull out and stay inside him. I laughed and told him "not a chance" as I kept stroking. I loved that he was so open about being a slut and really wanted to pump another load inside him and so I asked him if he has any regular buds and he admitted he does, but its easier to hook up with random guys. A slut after my own heart as that's what I do, and I laughed and told him that. He admitted he liked how I fucked him and he'd be up to taking my cock again as I kept stroking. I told him I liked it that he already had a load in his ass and he laughed and asked if I'd had one in me too. I said I had and had gotten fucked this morning at the gym. "You know the guy" he asked and I admitted, no, not really. "You just wanted the load didn't you?" I admitted I did and found myself at a new level of horny. I asked him if he liked that I already had a load in me and he admitted he did. I was stroking longer and harder inside him now and close to cumming and told him how bad I wanted to add my cum to the other guy's cum in his ass, which had him moaning and begging for that, telling me to fuck his ass like the slut he is. I called him a slut and said he should take more loads and have me come and fuck him once I'm off work and have him pump his slutty cum inside me too. I let out a load groan and blasted more seed in his slutty cummy hole. I slid out of his ass and he turned around to kiss me, but not before I could see my seed and the seed from the other guy trickling down out of his ass. I asked him if he wanted to shower and he said he was OK and needed to get going, wiping himself off with the towel I'd brought and dressing. I grabbed my clothes to head to the shower and kissed him some more and he asked if I'd be ready to go again later this afternoon. I said I would and he asked me to text him when I left work. He headed out of the locker room and I hit the showers, amazed that I had found a slutty little teen boy but was bummed realizing school starts for the semester and my only will be to hookup in the evenings after work.

Part IV The cum is all over my face, and I love feeling like the world’s biggest slut, but even more I love the cock that is fucking my hole. “Fuck me!” I beg before the next cock is shoved into my mouth. The man fucking me is pounding me into submission and ecstasy. I’m just a pair of holes for these men and I couldn’t imagine a place I would rather be. Three men are at my head which is being held onto by a very firm pair of hands, gripping me at the back of my skull and forcing my back and forth as each of them take a turn using my mouth and throat. I came to the party an expert at this, but every single barrier in my mind to just being a complete hole has melted. I just want men to use me. The pipe is placed in my mouth again and I’m encouraged to take three more deep hits. I am spun. I can feel my eyes rolling back in my head as cock after cock is either long dicking my ass or taking out all their lust on my mouth. I’m moved onto my back with my head laying back over the edge of the bed so men can just fuck away at my throat. I’m a sweaty mess, my hair is dripping, and my face is covered with the loads I wasn’t allowed to eat. My legs are being held spread wide so the fucking can get in as deep as possible. The current top, a super hairy middle eastern man with a dad bod and a veritable tree trunk between his legs is pulling all the way out before just ramming it back into my hungry hole. I’ve never wanted cock this bad. “Let’s DP this bitch” and I’m grabbed by my hair, and pulled up. A skinny black guy is stroking a solid 11 incher. “Come on you fucking slut, sit on this cock so we can get another one in there and really stretch you out.” I scramble above him and squat down, guiding the head in with one hand, and as soon as it’s in, I just sit all the way down, taking it all in to the base. I ride it, trying to pull myself up so it’s getting long thrusts. He pulls me into him so I’m leaing over his chest and I can feel someone rooting around my ass with another cock. Before I can even get ready to be taken to the next level another hand is grabbing my hair and a cock is forced into my mouth. “3 dicks in your holes you dumb whore” and I’m now stuffed, used, 3 cocks working me over. I’ve never been so happy, so lost in lust.

It’s not 1988 anymore. The world has changed. Everyone now carries a camera with them on their phone. Surveillance cameras are everywhere too. I don’t think cheap sex is worth that risk. Anyone could walk in on you, who is not sympathetic and decide to record you and inform security.

It is perfectly reasonable to believe that God made Donald Trump. There is ample precedent; God also made warthogs, naked mole rats, and baboons. But Trump was not born the thing he is - he was once a young child with the potential to become a good, decent, honest, admirable adult. His ruin is the work not of God, but of Man. And he is one of Man’s masterpieces of ruin.

Damn....That is one of the hottest descriptions I've ever read.....The mechanics of arousal are so intriguing to me and the fact that it becomes so consuming that we have no control over. When orgasm finally occurs it is only right that we let our fluids flow into the object of our desire

The problem with this approach, even assuming there are negative effects for the person, is causality. From the moment psychiatrists and psychologists started studying human sexuality, for instance, there was an assumption that same-sex behaviors were disordered. That created an environment where people with same-sex attractions WERE affected negatively; not because having sex with someone of the same sex was inherently disordering, but because society imposed so much shame and guilt (and criminal penalties) for that behavior that anyone who did it naturally thought they were sick in the head. And that inevitably caused all sorts of problems that "negatively affected" them. But it wasn't the same-sex activities that caused those issues; it was society's rules (which were inherited from religious underpinnings) that caused the issues. The same *could* be true of consensual incest, particularly if we're talking same-generation (ie brothers or cousins) as opposed to intergenerational (dad/uncle/grandfather-son/nephew/grandson), which can introduce more power/control issues that could be problematic.

My brother & I just arrived at MAL now waiting for our friends and equipment to show up.

Incest between consenting adults? Yes It's none of my business who a grown person wants to love or have sex with.

It was my last weekend in London and I wanted to make the most of it, so on Saturday night I headed out to a gay club that was near the place I was staying. I didn't meet anyone I connected to right away, but eventually I ran into a married couple. They were quite nice and flirty, and chatted me up while buying me a couple drinks. It was pretty obvious what they wanted, and he guided my hand to the front of his trousers to feel how hard he was. We didn't stay for very much longer after that, and headed back to their flat. After a bit of foreplay they got right into it and started spitroasting me, occaisonally swapping ends. They were pretty rough (which I love), and were absolutely hammering my ass and throat. The bigger one (who I think is normally the top in their relationship?) came in my ass first, before pulling out and letting his husband use my ass. While I was cleaning off his cock the one fucking me came in my ass a second time, and his husband found it so hot he went back to fucking me almost as soon as his husband pulled out. We fell asleep after that, I was a little out of it (I was definitely a bit drunk still, and that fucking had decimated me). We woke up the next morning and they put another 2 loads in my ass before I left.

This conversation is confusing. Is it "incest" (sex between close relatives) or "pedophilia" (psychiatric disorder of sex between an adult and minor)? They are not the same thing. If it is pedophilia with a relative (incestuous pedophilia), the term pedophilia takes precedence because of the seriousness of the psychiatric illness. THAT needs medical intervention at a minimum. Incest between adults is not necessarily a psychiatric disorder and can be a very interesting dialogue. I'd be interested in reading more if the thread goes in this direction.

No, incest should never be normalized. The risk of damage to both participants, as well as to the family structure is just too great to ever give it a societal stamp of approval. I have mentioned here before that from the time was 12 until I turned 13. I was repeatedly raped by my .six years older brother and sometimes one of his friends. I didn’t watch it. I didn’t ask for it, and I hated myself that I wasn’t strong enough to fight back. My parents never believe me the numerous times I tried to tell him at the first one in the family he could do no wrong, and we were all good Christians anyway so my brother of doing something like that. And I hated them I’m not believing me, for not protecting me. So one day, having finally had a nap, I shot him. Even today, I am not sorry, no I do I regret it. Lots of drama ensued. A lot of time with police, and then the courts. My brother survived, I’m a judge sentenced to him. His choice is choice, either a prison or enlistment in the army. I was sentenced, and yes it felt like a sentence, to seemingly unending counseling and therapy into a divided family with relatives that today half of whom still apologize for being so blind and another half that blames me for destroying my brother’s future and bringing shame on the entire family. I almost never see any of them. I haven’t seen my brother in 25 years. There are no lofty terms or “what about-isms“ that can ever make this right. It should never be relegated to just another fetish in a long list of fetishes.

Chapter 2 It’s been a few months since I last saw Keith. No one has fucked me like he did before we left for college. If it wasn’t for him, I probably would have rather stayed in my frat house and only come home for Christmas just so I could hook up with anyone I wanted freely. Thankfully Keith said he got a place for a few days just so we could catch up and not have to worry about parents. The address he gave me is a cabin about 30-40 min away from our hometown. When he said he got a place, I didn’t quite expect it to be a getaway destination. The place seems nice. It has an industrial feel to it, is modern, and is packed with some excellent amenities like a pool table, ping pong table, and hot tub. When I looked through the pictures, all I could think about was where in the house we can fuck each other brains out. I pulled up to the driveway and there were two other cars there, too. I recognize both of them. They belong to Henrique and Marc, both are a grade above us. Henrique is this hot Brazilian exchange student. About 6’0, nice dark skin tone, had a slender tone build and his arms were already covered in sleeves of tattoos in high school. He wasn’t exactly a typical high school student. I don’t know the background but all I know was that he was already 20 when I was a junior. He gives out a bad-boy vibe which makes him intriguing. Rumor has it that he has a huge curve dick and he knows how to use it. Girls described that sex with Henrique wasn’t just sex. It was an “experience”, whatever the fuck that means. Marc’s family was Henrique’s host family when he came to the US. They hit it off right away and pretty much have been inseparable since they met. He’s 6’4, ginger, with a deep voice. I don’t know much about him really because other than being on the football team together, we didn’t really interact with each other all that much. I’ve seen him bending over in the locker room before. I must admit, his red hair makes his butthole extra delicious looking. I jack off thinking about him sitting on my face, making me eat his hole and tongue fuck him plenty of times during football season. I surely wouldn’t mind if they stay with Keith and me at the cabin, as long as they don’t mind us fucking everywhere. I got out of my car and walked around the house to the back, following the smell of delicious steak to the back, and found Henrique out back cooking steak, brazilian style. They look and smell so good. Even better was Henrique, who was wearing nothing but an apron and sandals. I had no idea his back was covered in ink, too. As he walked around, his dick, which hang down just a little above his knee swung freely left and right. “Oi Benny. Long time. Man, you look good. You seem hungry, are you?” he gave a devilish smile “The steaks need a few more minutes but my sausage is ready if you want it.” I stood there with my mouth open and my eyes fixated on his cock. It wasn’t anywhere near hard, but its size was already nearly as big as Keith's dick at 100%. I also didn’t know he was into guys so I was trying to decide whether he was making a joke at me or serious. I didn’t need to figure out the answer because the next thing I knew, he already walked up to me and gave me a deep tongue kiss. While we were making out, his right hand moved down from my waist into my shorts and had his middle finger pressed firmly against my hole. He stuck the tip of his finger in my hole and out quickly. It burns a little. I’m guessing it was probably salt since he’s been grilling. “Nice and tight. You gonna be calling me papai after dinner Benny boy. It’s great to see you. Marc and Keith are in the house. Get comfortable. I’ll be right in with dinner soon. Oh….can you throw me a beer from the fridge?” “Year, sure. Nice to see you, too” I was still shocked by everything that all happened so quickly. After I tossed Henrique a beer, I walked down the hallway looking for Keith and Marc. Then I saw Marc walk out of the bathroom completely nude into the room directly across from it and Keith was just turned on the shower and taking off his soaking wet shirt. “Hey man. What have you been up to working up a sweat that got your shirt soaking wet?”, I said “Marc was teaching me something new. You'll learn soon enough. I’m glad you’re here though. Sorry I didn’t tell you about Henrique and Marc being here. It’s technically this is Marc’s place. His parents own this cabin. He moved out here after high school and has modernized the place. It is a nice place, isn’t it?” Keith sounded kind of out of it. Maybe he’s just exhausted from helping Marc with the place. I didn’t think too much of it. He looks like he’s gotten a bit slider and slightly scruffy. I dig his new look. He looks great under that rainfall showerhead. The shower was big enough for all four of us. I’d been driving all day, so I decided to get in the shower with Keith. Just as I took off my underwear Marc slapped my butt and said “Hey Benny. That ass truly is as good as Keith described it. I liked your butt when we were on the football team together but it’s been a while and your ass has gotten more ripe than I remembered. There’s a towel in the closet after you are done. I’m always nude because this is my place, but there’s a robe in the guest bedroom if you want to wear it. Make yourself at home. Dinner should be ready by the time you guys are done. I’ll come back to that cake of yours after dinner” Marc smiled and licked around his lips in a circular motion as he walked toward the dining room. “Wow! Did you see Marc’s dick?” I said to Keith as I got in the shower with him “It was as thick as my arm!!” “Yeah. His dick is no joke, but you know you miss mine the past few months.” Keith said as he pushed me down and put his rock-hard dick in my mouth. I gagged, then I heard Keith said “Say thank you Papai” I was confused and hesitated, then before I knew it, Keith forcefully shoved his dick even deeper in my throat and said, “Say thank you papai. That’s a number 1 house rule you must learn in this house, or you gonna chocking on a dick for a while”. I mumbled those three words out of my mouth then Keith finally let go of my head and leaned forward, gave me a French kiss and pinched both of my nipples. “That’s a good boy. We’re gonna have so much fun with you. It’s gonna be a long night. Do you want some time to yourself in here?”. I nodded as Keith slid his dick up and down my butt crack, and the head of his dick slid right in my hole briefly and made me moan aloud “Oooo…..this hole has been through some college training, hasn’t it? It was much harder to get my dick in the last time. You are such a slut. I had thought I might have to teach you how to get ready, but now I think you know exactly what to do don’t you?”. We both laughed as Keith exited the shower and started toweling himself off and said, “We won’t start dinner with you but take your time.” As I walked in, Henrique was fucking Marc’s throat sitting in a chair while rimming Keith’s hole. Keith seems a bit different compared to when he left the shower a few minutes ago, but I couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. I was wondering if Keith would let me fuck him at some point. I think the way he moaned basically gave the answer I needed. Henrique saw me from the corner of his eye and said “Alright pigs. It’s dinner time” Dinner was delicious, and I had a great time catching up on a lot that I had no idea was going on when we were all in high school back then. It’s as if I lived under a rock the whole time. I knew nothing until tonight. The day Henrique arrived at Marc’s, he was high as fuck because the night before he was at a sex party fucking all night. He took a slam to keep himself awake so he could make sure that he made it onto the plane. When the plane’s lights went off, he decided to whip out his dick and stroked it because he was in the last row on the plane, and no one else was in that row with him. Then he realized the flight attendant had been looking at him stroking his monster dick for how long he had no idea. Henrique wiped his precum off his dick with his finger and signaled the flight attendant to suck on his finger. The flight attendant took no time to lick the cum off Henrique’s finger. Henrique whispered to his ear, telling him to go into the bathroom and make sure his pants were off and his hole was facing the door. Henrique said he walked in the bathroom shortly after, covered the flight attendant’s mouth then went balls dick in his hole right away. He kept his mouth covered and pounded him until he unload in his hole. Henrique showed us a picture of his dick half way in the flight attendant’s gaping hole after he bred him and wrote “whore” on the flight attendant’s lower back with a marker. Henrique said he slammed once more before getting off the plane because he had already seen pictures of Marc and was already determined to make him a cumdump of his. He snuck into Marc’s room that night, covered his mouth the same way he did with the flight attendant, and popped Marc’s virgin hole forcefully. We were surprised that he could hold Marc down, who was so much bigger than him. Henrique said he had put some g in Marc’s drink before bed so Marc could barely fight him and his hole was hungry for his cock. Marc just didn’t even know that’s what he needed until he started moaning like a bitch. Henrique had gone to bed after breeding Marc’s hole but Marc was high as fuck from Henrique’s chem cum and couldn’t sleep. He fingered himself all night long but still couldn’t get himself to cum. In the morning before school, Marc begged Henrique to please fuck him again so he could cum. He had a midterm that day, and he could not focus unless he shot his load. Marc said all he could think about was Henrique forcefully breeding him in the middle of the night and he loved it. Marc has been Henrique’s cumdump all through high school behind closed doors. I was amazed. Not only this was the first time I learned about slamming, chemcum…etc. I would never guess Marc was Henrique’s nightly cumdump. Both of them have always been so masculine acting. On their prom night, Henrique got a hotel and blindfolded Marc, tied him to a bed, and put a hidden camera to record Marc taking stranger’s load and load. Marc was even double penetrated at one point. To their surprise, that night, someone they knew came to the room. Henrique then showed me a video of Keith walking in and immediately putting his finger in Marc’s cum filled hole. When he realized how loose that hole was, Keith did not hesitate for a second and lubed up his arm and fist and shoved it in Marc’s ass. He got under Marc and swallow Marc’s thick dick all the way down while he upper hook punched Marc’s hole. Keith then did the same thing he did to me, wet a rag with poppers and held it in front of Marc’s face for a while, and he pulled out his fist fast. Marc’s hole made a pop sound then Keith stick out his tongue, licking every drop of cum he could find around Marc’s rosebud. He held the popper rag in front of Marc’s face the whole time he was fucking him, bred him, then sucked his own cum out of Marc’s hole, untied Marc and flipped him around, split out his own cum on Marc’s dick, then sat on Marc’s dick balls deep his first try. He fucked himself until he cum hands free then made Marc clean up his dick before he left the room. “That was the best performance of that night and we would have never guessed that it’d come from a junior jock that we saw in school every day,” said Henrique. “He used Marc so good that we decided it was time to get Marc his own cumdump because Marc does also have a dominant side of him” “The next day, we sent Keith the video of him when we were all in study hall together. His face went so pale, and then we told him to go to the bathroom next to the classroom and open up a package floating in the toilet and put it in his ass, then return to the classroom,” Marc said while could hardly stopped laughing “It was a pretty wide electric buttplug, and we gave him no lube. In addition to that, there are four small magnetic balls that we wanted him to pinch his nipples using them. Those balls pinch the nipples HARRRD. He came back in the classroom in no time, though.” said Marc “He didn’t know the buttplug was an electric buttplug and could be controlled wirelessly. He really held it together and kept everyone else from noticing what was going on with me, but we knew. Especially when a large coin-size wet spot appeared on his shorts,” said Henrique “We instructed him to reach into his shorts and get as much cum as he could on his hands, then lick his hands clean. If he doesn’t, then everyone will get that piggy video of him,” Marc said. I was strangely turned on by getting to know this new side of Keith that I didn’t know before. Keith just sat there with a smile. “Anyway……I want to take a shower and get a few things ready for our night, so let’s save story time for another time. Why don’t you boys get a drink” Henrique winked at Marc when he said that, “and go enjoy the hot tub for a bit or start a camp fire. Oh….don’t forget to give a couple of the things we made for Ben last night before I come back.” Henrique got up from the dinner table and started walking to the other side of the house then he paused, turned to me, and said, “hum…my cock is covered in precum. It’d be a waste to wash them off. Ben. Do you want to come to taste my precum?” “Sure”. I quickly in front of him and down on my knees about to wrap my lips around the glistening head of his cock but he pulled my head back by my hair “Ohhh no, Benny. Not so fast. I only offered you to taste my precum. You don’t get to suck on it just yet. Stick your tongue out and use your tongue only and lick my precum clean……yeah that’s it.” he let out a satisfied giggle and said “Now crawl over to Keith and Marc and make sure you do the same for them. Don’t suck. Thoroughly use your tongue to get every bit of their precum in your mouth. You must call me Papai for the rest of the evening. Do you understand? I nodded, but Henrique gave me a warning slap across my face when he saw me nodding, “Do you know why I slapped you?” “Yes sir” I got slapped again but on the other side of my face and it was a lot hard than the first slap. “Sim Papai” I said “There you go Benny. Good boy. I will also allow Papi if that's easier for you to remember. I can speak either Spanish or Portuguese. Now you may crawl over to Keith and Marc” Henrique gave them another wink before he started walking toward the other side of the house. I thought to myself, being a sub isn’t necessarily my thing, but I’d do anything for these 3 guys. I wonder what they have planned for me tonight. I was most excited and a little bit scared.

My apologies everyone for being absent for so long. My job is taking off and consuming more of my time (a good thing financially) and I've had some family challenges (my elderly parents are well, elderly and needing more attention). I have seen your messages and they have helped motivate me to continue with this story. Its going to be a bit of a slow burn but this chapter marks a major milestone in Jason's journey. Usual disclaimers apply (see chapter 1). Freshman Project: Jason (Part 3) Jason sat waiting at the table of the coffee house, slowly sipping his iced mocha frap. It was 4:10pm on Thursday and he was becoming increasingly resigned to having been stood up by Blake. He told himself he would give it five more minutes before trying to salvage some dignity by leaving. He looked down again at his phone and checked the time for the twentieth time in the last fifteen minutes. “I’m so sorry Jason,” said a nearly breathless voice from above him. Jason looked up saw Blake standing there, wearing a sweat soaked tank top and thin nylon workout shorts. Blake flashed his smile and Jason immediately forgot all about being made to wait, “Our team’s time in the weight room got bumped back so I didn’t get out of there till four. I tried to find a way to contact you today but apparently you didn’t sign in at the meeting, so I didn’t have your email or phone number.” “Huh, sign in? I didn’t know there was a sign in. Oh well no worries about being late, I wasn’t concerned,” lied Jason. “Cool, we should exchange numbers just in case something like this happens again,” said Blake as he sat down in the chair across the table from Jason. He noticed Jason was dressed up a bit more than the last time that he had seen him.. He had a nice button up shirt that framed his skinny body well and a pair of tight skinny jeans that looked like it was the first time they had been worn. Blake figured they were a purchase made after he got to school as he couldn’t image the boy wearing them back in Alabama around his religious family. Blake reached out and took a hold of one of Jason’s hands, prying it off the drink which he was clutching with both hands. Jason reacted by looking directly at Blake, something he tended to avoid doing that often. Blake smiled and said, “I hope I’m not being too forward, but do you want to go over to my apartment, its just a couple blocks off campus, and talk there? I know I said we would talk more here first, but I think I need a shower and I’m too jacked up from an energy drink I had before my workout to want any coffee.” While Blake was talking he gently ran his thumb over the back of Jason’s hand. Jason resisted the urge to immediately say yes, he did not want to appear too eager; he did not want Blake to think he was a slut, as if a virgin could be a slut. So he counted to three in his head before answering, “Yeah, I guess that would be fine, I could see you not wanting to sit there all sweaty.” The matter agreed to, Jason quickly downed the rest of his drink, giving himself brain freeze. He tried to act cool, but there really isn’t any way to do that while a chunk of ice is trapped where your sinuses meet the back of your throat. Blake licked his lips and said, “You look really cute when you are making faces, I bet you look amazing when you have your O face.” Jason blushed. He wondered if Blake was teasing him or flirting with him. He forced himself to laugh as he heard Blake laughing. Jason followed Blake to his apartment. In the ten minute walk they talked about Blake being on the swim team. He wasn’t a star and he wasn’t attending on scholarship. The school was limited to the equivalent of about ten full time scholarships and Blake wasn’t good enough to receive one. Still he enjoyed swimming and liked competing even if he was not getting to the podium that often. The season was just about to start and they had their first meet during the coming weekend. Currently they had practice every morning starting at six and then either alternated in the afternoon between another swim practice and time in the weight room. Today they were scheduled for the weight room but the football team was late getting out of there. The school’s football was in the top twenty-five and got whatever resources they wanted, while the other sports took got the football and basketball teams’ crumbs. Blake explained that he was paying for college through student loans, but was doing pretty well with his side hustle so it was manageable. Jason asked what his side hustle was but Blake just gave him a non-responsive answer, “Just a lot of different things to make a buck.” Jason did not press any further on the subject. When they got to the apartment, Blake plopped down on the couch saying he was exhausted from his workout and needed to sit down for a bit, asking if Jason minded that he postponed the shower. “Um, no, that’s fine. You don’t stink or anything,” said Jason again regretting that he did not shut up after the first sentence. “Good to know,” said Blake with a smirk. He patted the seat next to him on the couch with one hand as he grabbed the remote with the other, “You ever seen the series Heartstopper?” Jason sat down on Blake’s left, making sure he was close but not touching, “No, what’s it about?” “Oh you sheltered little gayby. It’s British. It’s about a gay boy that has a crush on a jock. I think it’s right up your ally,” said Blake as he turned on the TV. He reached his left arm around and set it on the back of the couch behind Jason, making sure the boy got a good whiff of his sweaty pit. After they finished the first episode, Blake got up and grabbed his weed pipe and a bag of Indica. He sat down next to Jason, closing the gap so that their sides were now in contact. “Do you, uh, partake?” asked Blake as set the pipe and weed down on the coffee table. “Um, I don’t know. Won’t you get in trouble with the swim team, I heard at orientation that anyone participating in athletics were subject to drug tests,” answered Jason. “They stopped testing for pot when it became legal in the state. They just don’t mention that to the students cause they don’t want to encourage it,” laughed Blake. “Oh, I just never thought about it. It wasn’t really available at my school, unless you were willing to hang around with the, uh, bad kids since it’s illegal in Alabama,” said Jason. “Bad kids? What made them bad?” asked Blake. “Uh, yeah, I don’t know. I guess that’s just my dad talking. I’ve never smoked marijuana before but I’m willing to give it a try if you promise not to make fun of me,” said Jason. Blake told him the basics of how to smoke it and after Jason’s first sputtering and coughing hit, offered to teach Jason how to shotgun a hit, keeping his lips just millimeters away from the naïve boy’s lips. Once they were both good and stoned, they resumed watching TV, but this time Blake was more aggressive and wrapped his arm around Jason and pulled him against him. Jason relaxed into Blake and leaned his head against the swimmer’s muscular chest. While Blake was all shaved and had a boyish look to him, his sweaty musk was all man. The weed was hitting Jason hard and making him want to lie down, he turned himself sideways and pulled his legs up onto the couch. Blake turned and look over at him. “If you want we can go watch this on my bed, I have a TV in there, it would probably be more comfortable.” “Sure, but I don’t know if I have the energy to walk over there right now, I’m really stoned I guess,” said Jason. “No worries, I got you,” said Blake. He got up, pulling himself out from under Jason, who collapsed onto the couch. Blake reached over and hooked his arms under Jason’s shoulders and knees, then lifted the smaller boy up and carried him into the his bedroom and gently tossed him onto his king size bed. He piled the pillows up at the head of the bed then climbed in next to Jason. He started the show back up on the bedroom TV then asked, “You don’t mind if I take my shirt off do you?” “Uh, no go ahead,” said Jason. He openly ogled Blake as the young man stripped off his tight tank top. He was too busy staring at Blake’s chest to realize what Blake was doing when the older boy reached over and grabbed the bottom of Jason’s shirt. “I think we’d both be more comfortable with your shirt off as well,” said Blake as he pulled Jason’s shirt off. Jason was too stoned to let his shyness stop Blake. After they were both bare chested, they resumed their cuddling as they watched the show. Jason was now on Blake’s right side. Blake slowly maneuvered it so his Jason was curled up against his side with Jason’s head on his chest and the boy’s leg over his. He stretched his arm down Jason’s back and let his hand rest on top of his ass. They watched the teens in the series developing their relationship while occasionally sharing another shotgun of weed from the pipe and baggie of weed that Blake had stashed in his nightstand. Blake kept rubbing his hand along Jason back from just under the shoulders to all the way to the bottom of the twink’s bubble butt. Jason being high, was enjoying the touch and without even thinking about it was rubbing his hand up and down Blake’s torso, every now and then going lower to brush against the growing bulge in Blake’s workout shorts. When Jason’s hand was down near his shorts and brushing against his semi-hard cock, Blake grabbed the boy’s hand with his left hand and moved the inexperienced boy’s hand directly on top of his cock, “Go ahead, feel it.” Jason ran his hand over Blake’s cock feeling it getting harder through the soft nylon shorts. The bulge grew without really lengthening all that much. Blake shifted on the bed and pulled his shorts down, revealing a white jockstrap that was struggling to contain his cock. As soon as he resumed his position laying on his back, Jason’s right hand was back rubbing and gently exploring the bulging pouch of Blake’s jock. Meanwhile Blake slipped his hand under the back of Jason’s jeans and underwear, running his finger along the virgin boy’s crack. “Go on boy, I know you want to smell it,” said Blake, his usual relaxed surfer boy voice suddenly having a more commanding tone. He grabbed Jason’s hair with his left hand and pulled the boy’s head down to his crotch. He held the boy’s head against his sweat, piss, and cum stained jock. He had made sure to jack a load into the jock before he left to the weight room that afternoon. Jason could not help himself, he was no longer in control of himself; the drugs and Blake’s commanding presence had taken over. He buried his nose in the jock pouch, feeling the hard cock under the knit fabric. He took a deep breath through his nose, taking in Blake’s intoxicating scent. “Mmmmm,” he moaned. “Yeah, your going to be a good boy for me aren’t you Jason,” said Blake as he ran his right middle finger over Jason’s asshole while using his left hand to press the boy’s face against his jockstrap covered cock. “Yes Blake,” said Jason. He was harder then he had ever been before. “Boy, when we are in private you will call me Sir or Master. If you want this cock, if you want me to release it from my jockstrap and let you suck it, you need to agree to be mine this year. You want this cock in your mouth don’t you boy?” growled Blake. Jason’s mind was all over the place. The combination of the potent smell of Blake’s manliness and the strong weed had him barely able to form a coherent thought. He just knew that he was harder than he had ever been in his life and he wanted more. He wanted, no needed to see Blake’s cock and have it in his mouth. He needed to taste Blake’s cock and his cum. “Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, what?” said Blake firmly. Jason’s response was barely audible, “Yes Master.” When the boy chose Master instead of Sir in that moment, Blake knew that Jason was his. Now he needed to make sure Jason knew it as well, “What was that Boy, I couldn’t hear you?” “Yes Master,” said Jason slightly louder. “Louder bitch,” Blake commanded. “YES MASTER,” yelled Jason.

Swapping out bodily fluids is the whole point of sex. I love the knowledge we’re unprotected, trying to get as close and connected to each other as humanly possible. The cum I’ve made in my balls is part of me, my essence, and to have that skin on skin feeling, and to move those fluids directly from my body into another man’s. It’s intoxicating thinking my dna is swimming around in him.

So here is part 2 which I wrote last night. I might get another one out this weekend, but then the pace will likely slow down as I have to work during the week. Freshman Project: Jason (Part 2) Jason met Blake at the coffee shop in the student center on Wednesday. Their conversation started out a little awkward but Blake used his psychology training to slowly get Jason to open up to him and tell him about his strict religious upbringing that he always internally rebelled against but outwardly complied with. Blake also got Jason to share that while his parents had let him come to school here, they had in effect cut him off, only being willing to cover a small part of the food and lodging expenses that had not been covered by his scholarships. Jason had gotten a part time job working in the food service department at the dorms so he could get a little bit of spending money. As a large percentage of the school were from wealthy families, Jason was embarrassed by having to cook their meals, at least he worked in the back and didn’t have to serve the food. Blake filed that information away for later, perhaps a financial incentive could be used to help motivate Jason. Blake also was able to coax Jason’s work and class schedule out of him by expressing a fear that Jason might be taking on too much. Finally he learned that Jason was in the freshman dorms and was in a shared unit. His roommate was a computer science major and spent most of his time in the room or the dorm lounge on his laptop coding. Blake shared little bits about his history as well. When Jason asked about his first time, Blake just let him know that he was having sex with his classmates since middle school, but who and what he considered his first real time was with his high school swimming coach, a man named Mark Malone. Jason had never been in the closet, so he had been openly flirting with the man all throughout high school with no luck, but after he turned eighteen and graduated, his now ex-coach had invited him to spend the weekend at his house the week after school let out. That weekend was a beginning of a summer of learning about himself as the coach gave Blake the education he desired. Blake learned what being a pig and having gay sex could really be like. What Blake failed to mention is that Mark had introduced him to crystal and by the end of the weekend had Blake begging for load after charged load from his former coach. Jason had both hoped and feared that Blake might invite him back to his apartment which was just a couple blocks off campus. So he had mixed feelings when Blake said his goodbyes without making the offer. As Blake was getting ready to get up, Jason mustered up his courage and said, “You know at the group how all the guys shared what they thought would be a perfect evening, well I really liked yours the best, I hope someday I can find a guy that might let me spend the evening cuddling with him as we just chill, you know.” Blake pretended to look shocked, “Really? It just seems that most guys want to hook up, fuck, and move on. I hope I’m not being too forward, but since you don’t have class until ten on Friday, would you be interested getting coffee again Thursday at four, I remember you mentioning Thursdays was one of your nights off, and then if you think it feels right, we can go to my place and just chill, listen to music or watch a movie, no sex I promise, but maybe some light cuddling if it seems we’d both be into it. Don’t worry your cherry will not be on the menu, I’m not going to pressure you to do anything you don’t want to do.” Jason blushed, there was so much he wanted to do but was too afraid to let anyone know. “Um, yeah, I think I can do that. Coffee on Thursday and then your place but only if we both want, I don’t want to impose on you. I’m sure you got a lot of guys wanting to spend time with you.” He instantly regretted saying that last part. Blake laughed, “You’d be surprised actually. Apparently I seem to intimidate a lot of our classmates and they think I’m out of their league. I haven’t dated more than about one guy from school a year. They usually don’t last over the summer though.” Jason took that opportunity to bring up Aiden, “So did you date Aiden?” Blake gave a wry smile. “You’re sharp, you picked up on that?” “Yeah, it just seemed the easy way you had talking with him at the group that there was something familiar between you too,” said Jason, finding it easier to talk to Blake as the conversation went on. He finally asked what he really wanted to ask, “He’s really flamboyant and well I guess just I don’t know how to say it other than really gay. Is that your type?” Blake paused a moment to let Jason think he was giving the question a lot of thought, “I don’t really have a set type, except that I tend to like guys that know what they want and are comfortable accepting themselves.” Jason couldn’t hide the disappointment on his face since he clearly knew that wasn’t him, “Oh.” “Hey wait a second there, don’t take that the wrong way, I’m not saying you aren’t my type or that you are my type, I wouldn’t do that to you while you are still trying to figure out who you are. Hell when I first met Aiden he was a lot like you. He may have even been worse, he was an army brat that didn’t have a father so much as a drill sergeant. He even showed up at college with a crew cut,” said Blake with a chuckle. Jason quietly asked, “So you made him that, uh, gay?” Blake shook his head and said, “No, I just gave him the opportunity to be whoever he wanted to be and accepted him for it. Ultimately it is why we broke up, he realized he did not want to be tied down...with a boyfriend. He actually does like to be tied down if you know what I mean.” Blake and Jason both laughed. “Yeah, I had the internet down in hicksville, I know what you mean,” said Jason. “Okay well I gotta head out, I hope to see you tomorrow,” said Blake. “Uh yeah, see you tomorrow at four,” replied Jason. As Blake got up from his chair and headed out, Jason noticed a large outline down the leg of Blake’s pants. Once again Jason’s stomach was in knots with a mix of fear and desire. 'Did I make him hard?" wondered Jason then smiled at the prospect that Blake might be into him in that way. *** Blake left the coffee house and headed to his apartment. He jumped in the shower and rinsed off, turning the water to cold before he hoped out to help him get himself under control. Jason’s mix of innocence and barely concealed desire was such an aphrodisiac. He didn’t bother getting dressed after he dried off since Aiden would there soon. While he waited, he went into his ‘office’, just the second bedroom of the two bedroom apartment, and took out a small amount meth, just enough for a little high to enhance the sex he and Aiden would be having, but not enough that he would be up all night. He then put the rest of his hard drugs into his time locked safe and set the timer for eight the next morning. He knew from experience that if he and Aiden had a largely unlimited access to his supply, the two would be not be able to stop, and since he did not have any customer appointments lined up he could lock his supply up from himself for the night. Next he took a blue chew then grabbed a canned vodka and juice drink out of the fridge to wash the taste out of his mouth. He drank, smoked a bowl of weed, and watched some youtube videos on his TV while he waited for Aiden to show up. It was only about fifteen minutes later when the intercom buzzed. Blake buzzed Aiden through the front gate, opened his apartment door, then sat back down on the couch, switching the TV to some porn, specifically the video he made when he fucked Aiden after slamming him for the first time. Aiden entered the apartment, closed the door, then immediately stripped down to just a jock strap. He went over and knelt between Blake’s smooth muscular legs, putting his hands behind his back, his head bowed, and his eyes focused on Blake’s thick uncut cock, which was around five inches long in its resting state. Once Aiden was settled, Blake reached down and cupped his chin, tilting his head up slightly. “Open,” he commanded. Aiden obeyed and opened his mouth, keeping his eyes lowered. He saw Blake’s cock twitch slightly a second before he heard, then felt Blake’s spit spray into his mouth and across his lips and chin. Blake let go of the boy’s chin, “Suck it faggot, suck my cock, convince me you still deserve my Daddy's gift. Let me see how much practice you got over the summer serving the men we rented you out to.” “Yes Master,” purred Aiden. He leaned down and not using his hands he worked Blake’s cock into his mouth and down his throat. It was easy since Blake was not yet fully hard. Slowly Blake’s cock started to harden to its full nine and half inch glory. Blake was expecting Aiden to start gagging since even at the end of last year he was still struggling with the girthy monster. When Blake’s cock came to full hardness, Aiden went all the way down on it and pressed his nose and lips into the swimmer’s shaved pubis. “Oh fuck boy, I see you finally mastered deep throating over the summer. You have finally become the cock whore you always really wanted to be, now let’s see how good you have really become,” said Blake. He took his hands and grabbed the sides of boy’s head and held his head to his crotch as he stood up off the coach. Aiden kept his Master's cock sheathed in his throat as they adjusted position. Blake then began skull fucking the boy. Aiden did an admirable job, getting just enough air in on the out strokes and only occasionally did he have to choke back vomit as Blake’s cock bottomed out in his throat. Finally after a couple minutes, Blake stopped with his cock fully impaled in the twink’s throat. His cock was too far down Aiden’s throat for Aiden to be able to breath through his nose so he just did his best to not panic and pull off. Blake watched the boy’s face turning red and then before Aiden passed out Blake released him. Aiden pulled off and fell to his side as he coughed and spit up a mix of pre-cum and saliva. His were watering and snot flowed out his nose. “Fuck you look sexy,” said Blake. He reached down and grabbed the long purple hair that grew out of the top of nineteen year old’s head. He pulled the boy’s face to his as he sat back down on the coach. They two lovers kissed passionately. Blake licked and sucked his boy’s slimy face clean, keeping it in his mouth, than feeding the snot, tears, and spit back Aiden. “Go ahead and hit the pipe, only one bowl each tonight, I got class in the morning,” said Blake as he motioned over to the table where he had laid out the glass pipe and the limited supply of tina. “Okay,” said Aiden with a hint of disappointment slipping through, “It’s probably for the best as I’ll be fucked up all Friday night and Saturday, so don’t need to be tweaking for four days straight.” He picked the pipe and torch up off the table then returned to the couch, resuming his original position between Blake’s legs. The college students took turns hitting the pipe and shotgunning the smoke back and forth until they were both flying high feeling the euphoria. The generic viagra had kicked in and Blake’s cock stayed relatively hard. Aiden’s smaller cock was barely making a bump in the pouch of his jock strap. When they had smoked through the tina, Blake grabbed the bottle of lube that was next to him on the couch and lubed up his cock, getting it back to full hardness in the process. “Climb up here and ride my cock facing me,” ordered Blake. Aiden quickly followed the command and straddled the swimmer’s legs, gently lowering himself onto Blake’s cock. “I see you came prepared, good boy,” said Blake as he felt his cock sliding into Aiden’s already lubed up and loosened ass. “My Intro to African Lit professor bred me during his office hours. There’s lube and two of his loads up there already Sir,” said Aiden. He knew one of Blake’s major turn on’s was to fuck a cum filled boy cunt. “Oh fuck, good boy, you're going to get at least two loads tonight to make sure you get a good recharge of Daddy’s strain. Blake had taken precautions to make sure he didn’t get another strain after he got knocked up by Coach Malone. When he left for college Coach had ordered him to find a freshman to pass on his babies to and that after he had done that, he could go on meds and be the piggy little slut boy Coach had shown him he was destined to be. The first year he had turned out his roommate, Charlie. Charlie, had been a closeted gay boy that had said he was straight when the two of them started exchanging emails after getting the room assignments. Charlie had indicated that he was open to having a gay roommate on his housing preference form. Once they were living together, Charlie could not keep his eyes off his openly gay swimmer roommate. Blake rarely wore a shirt in the room and often wore just a pair of bikini briefs in the evening when the two of them were alone in the room. He asked Charlie several times to let him know if it bothered him, but Charlie said it didn’t, that he played a lot of sports in high school and was used to the hanging out with guys that were naked or almost naked in the locker rooms so it wasn’t a problem. It only took about two weeks before Charlie was between Blake’s legs worshiping his roommate’s cock. But Charlie’s is a story for another time, as is Ian’s, the freshman that was Blake’s freshman project during his sophomore year. Blake grabbed Aiden’s hips and started thrusting hard up into the chemmed up slut that was bouncing up and down on his lap. “Slut, you ready to get a fresh load of toxic cum?” he growled. “Yes Master, give me your Daddy’s babies, I need them, give it to me, breed me,” panted Aiden. “I can’t wait until you make that snobby little shit Jason our brother.” “Soon baby, soon,” said Blake as he shot his first load on the night into Aiden’s sloppy cunt.

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.”

My name is Mark. I’ve been taking classes in the city for a while. At 23 years old I haven’t had much socializing what with focusing on my studies. I check the gay apps, Grindr, Growlr, Recon, all the fun stuff. I mostly window shop. I rarely hookup. There are a few bars near by that I occasionally go by for a drink. But it’s been a while since I’ve had any real sex. I play safe with rubbers like a responsible young guy, but I’ve never needed to go on prep since my sex life is very sparse. I live in a small two bedroom apartment with a roommate. An older guy, Vince. Vince is an odd one. He’s always horny and hooking up. Guys come and go from our place like a fast food restaurant. I don’t mind it though. He pays for more then his fair share of the rent so it’s a good deal for me since city living is harsh enough as is. He’s expressed interest in me too but I always turn him down. He isn’t my type and his “interests” don’t really aline with mine much. The thing is. He’s poz. And I don’t care if a guy is poz undetectable but Vince either vary rarely takes meds or not at all. His poz status is actually full blown AIDS. Very thin and gaunt, bald, in his 70s. But he still gets around no problem with youthful vigor. He’s what they call a ‘gifter’. Someone who’s kink it is to spread the bug to neg guys. He’s told me before and has charged up a lot of guys in his room or in the living room, or any other room in the place. He likes to brag to me about it, and has jokingly talked about pozzing me too but I brush it off as him being weird. Sometimes I’ll find him fucking someone right in the open as I get home and he’ll casually say hi to me. But like I said, I don’t mind it. That’s his prerogative and we keep things civil between us. I definitely could be stuck with worse roommates. Probably the only complaint I do have is his constant masterbating in every room of the flat. He’ll jack off 2 or 3 times a day and he’ll let his cum splatter anywhere. The stuff is usually really thick and voluminous. Sometimes he cleans it up, other times I end up cleaning it up. Especially after stepping in it. Even if we’re watching tv sitting next to each other, if he has the urge, he’ll whip it out and start stroking. It’s obnoxious but I accept it. Oh and if he wasn’t poz and my type, I’d still be very hesitant to mess around with him. It’s his dick. He has a 14 inch cock. Well 36 cm. So a little more then 14. Not very thick but that only emphasizes it’s length. Which explains why so many guys want to give it a try. It’s a monster of a thing and there’s no way I could possibly take that beast. I have trouble with guys who were 7 inches. So Vince’s flag pole would probably impale me before it went balls deep. The thought makes me wince. One day in the morning I went to the kitchen to get some coffee. Vince was there, he had already made a pot. I could smell the fresh brew and went to the cabinet to grab a mug and sure enough *squish* I stepped in a thick pile of cum on the kitchen floor. It squished between my toes. It was thick like slimy tapioca pudding and warm, it had an off white yellowish color to it. “Morning Mark. Sleep well?” He asked me. “Ugh, Vince you got cum on the floor again.” I was leaning against the counter wiping the stuff off my foot with a paper towel. “Oops, guess I forgot that one. I was horny. Ya know I could lick it clean off ya if ya like. I’d be happy to suck your toes.” “No thanks. I got it.” He was a kinky one too. He’d usually offer to do something like that to me. But I had no interest and would casually turn him down. “Thanks for making coffee at least.” I prepared my cup. Vince came up behind me and passed me the cream. When he did his hard on slipped up my leg and went under my boxers, resting on my crack. He likes to find whatever excuse he can to touch my with his cock. It’s usually just a brief jab or slap. I try to ignore it. “Want some cream young man?” “Yeah thanks Vince.” Vince then thrusted forward and his cock head went between my cheeks and hit my hole hard. “Ouch Vince what’s that for?” “You said you wanted me cream. I’m just obliging you.” He kept the pressure up, his cock head pressing firmly against my asshole. He gave another sharp jab and his head started to party my sphincter. “Ouch! Come on man, you know that’s not what I meant.” “Oh well, can’t blame a guy for trying.” Vince pulled his cock away. A trail of pre with it. Great now I have a greased up ass. I fixed my coffee and sat at the table. My ass hurting a bit. I was going through some of my school papers. Vince was next to me with a hand on my shoulder. His other hand stroking his monster cock. It was darker then the rest of his body and very veiny, like a throbbing spiderweb all up and down his shaft. His balls were equally impressive. Low hanging and large like two plums dangling. That explains how he can cum so much. He was shameless and insatiable. “So when are you gonna let me have a go at that unused ass of yours?” “Not today.” I was more focused on my papers then what he was doing. “One of these days I’ll dump a load up in you.” I rolled my eyes at that. “You’re welcome to try.” I say sarcastically. “He he, we’ll see neg boy.” His stroking got faster and he was grunting in my ear. He was about to reach climax. “Can you aim that in a towel or something?” I turned toward him but that’s when he started to cum. “Aaagh! Fuck!” Thick globby ribbons of cum shot out at me. It got on my chin and my chest. Getting all over my tank top. He held my shoulder in place and unloaded all over me. There was so damn much of it and it smelled gross. “Oh jeeze Vince!” I got up covered in his toxic sludge. “It’s your fault for being so cute. Who doesn’t like a cum bath?” “Very funny.” I wandered to the bathroom trying not to let the stuff drip on to the floor. I was going to shower anyway but this was definitely an incentive. I looked at myself in the mirror. My chin and neck had a lot of it and it slowly ran down my chest. I scooped up some of the stuff and looked at it in my hand. ‘How can he cum so much all the time?’ I was a little envious of his virility. For a moment I thought about what it would taste like and brought it up to my mouth, but it’s smell was rancid and I seriously doubt I could handle swallowing any of it. I took off my tank and boxers and showered up. The last of the whitish yellow paste sinking it’s way down the drain. I hoped that stuff wouldn’t clog the pipes. When I got out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist, Vince was sitting on the couch, his feet up on the coffee table and his semi hard dick resting on his stomach. I walked past him to get to my room and change but he grabbed my arm. “Come sit and relax. I brought your mug here.” My coffee mug was between his feet. His toes rubbing against the rim. “I gotta get dressed.” He grabbed my towel and ripped it off. “You can get dressed later, I could use some eye candy. How’s your ass by the way? Hope my thing here didn’t hurt you too bad.” “It’s fine Vince. You didn’t penetrate despite your goofing around.” “Come let me see.” Vince pulled me in front of him and spun me around. Ass facing toward him. “Come on dude. Haven’t you messed with me enough this morning?” He spread my ass revealing my hole. “My that’s a beautiful ass. Milky white with a subtle shade of rosey pink on your pucker.” Then I felt a finger on my hole. He was rubbing it around. “What are-“ “Shush, I’m just inspecting you. Gotta admit it’s getting me hard again.” Vince was usually handsy and forward but this was especially blunt for him. He was definitely up to something. Then he stood up still spreading my ass. “I can inspect you better with this.” That’s when he stuck his cock at my puckering hole. Rubbing his tip at it. He then repositioned his hands holding my hips pulling me towards him. “Oh ha ha. Sure, next thing you’ll want to do an internal inspection. Shove it in me why don’t you?” I mock with sarcasm and snark. “Wouldn’t that be fun? But I teased you enough. Go on go get dressed.” As he said that he squatted back down to sit on the couch his hands still on my hips. The movement threw me off balance and I ended up slipping. I threw my hands back to catch myself on the couch but my ass already went down into Vinces lap. As I went down my ass ended up slamming on Vinces cock, and it forcefully plunged up into my ass. My hands caught part of my fall which stopped me from getting fully skewered on it, but quite a bit of it already went up inside me. “Aaah! Fuck fuck! Shit! That fucking hurts!” The pain of the intrusion made my body lock up. I couldn’t move. “Oooh! Oh my… It’s in you Mark. I wasn’t planning on fucking an ass this early in the morning but this is quite a pleasant surprise. Your insides are so tight and hot. Looks like you got the first 5 inches in there. About 9 more inches left to go. “Fuck Vince! We can’t do this! And you’re way too damn big. Ah it hurts.” “Then maybe we should exercise those guts of yours.“ Vince then started to move his hips up and down, he was starting to fuck me as I was squatting over it. “There we go let’s get a couple more inches in you.” “Ah! No Vince. I need to get it out.“ I started to move my ass up inching his cock out of me. But then Vince put his hands on my thighs and was pulling me back down. “Just for a little bit Mark. You feel so good, just let me blow off one load in you.“ “Come on Vince! Please there’s no way I could handle you, plus you’re poz!“ “Oh fine.“ Vince let go of my thighs and stopped his thrusting. I slowly raised my ass up and got him out of me. “Perhaps I should inspect your ass again? Make sure I didn’t do any damage inside you?“ “Oh you did plenty of ‘inspecting’ as is. I’m getting dressed.“ I sorely hobbled to my room, my ass on fire from Vince’s monster cock. I only had less than half of it’s length in me but just that much was torturous enough as it was. He would normally pull pranks every now and again, but this went way too far. It was the first time I had a cock in me in years. Sitting on a long 14 incher is definitely not some thing you should do when you’ve been out of practice, especially a 14 inch poz cock. When I was in my room I rubbed some ointment on my ass to make it feel better. When the soreness was subsiding a bit I was able to enjoy my fingers on my ass. I stuck a couple in feeling around. Trying to put the fact that it was an old trolls poz cock out of my mind, there was some degree of eroticism of a cock going inside me. Even if the circumstances were far from ideal. I laid on my bed fingering myself while stroking my own 6 inch uncut cock. It wasn’t an impressive length, but it wasn’t small either. It was average but it got the job done. As I was beating my own meat and fingering my ass I was trying to imagine that monster cock going back up inside me omitting who it belonged to. I may be cautious and responsible but I was still a red blooded man. Eventually I managed to reach orgasm and shoot my own load on my chest. Rather than go out for another shower I just scooped it up and licked it off my fingers. Now I could finally get dressed. The rest of the morning went without incident. I went to class and focused on the lectures. My ass still had a dull soreness to it courtesy of Vince. I’ll bet he’s at home jacking off to the events of earlier today. Oh who am I kidding, he’s definitely destroying another recon rando’s ass. Probably leaving cum piles for me to find. I got home in the evening. I had a bunch of assignments I needed to get to work on, but I was tired and didn’t feel like it. They could wait till a little later. When I entered the apartment Vince was seriously fucking a young twink, slamming into him balls deep. The twink was partly moaning, partly screaming with Vince’s hands covering his mouth. Muffling the sounds. It looked like the guy was loving and hating it all at the same time. ‘Damn, bravo taking all that little dude’ I thought. “Welcome home Mark. Don’t mind me just infecting this little bottom slut. If your ass has recovered then get in line. I’ll breed you up after this one.“ “No thanks. It was a long day for me. I just want to fix a drink and relax. You have your fun.” Vince continued demolishing the young guy in the living room while I was going about my business. Got to admit it was a little annoying hearing Vince talk like that about me in front of a stranger. I don’t want a bunch of randos getting the impression that I am taking his loads too. Gossip amongst gays tends to get around. I watched Vince fuck the living daylights out of the guy, watching his huge member go in and out of the slender ass. It was kinda hot in its own way. Vince looked at me and winked. I put together a whisky soda and set my bag in my room. I heard Vince grunt and yell in the other room. Yup he’s dumped another load. When I came out he was sending the limping guy on his way. I enjoyed my drink and he was on the couch dick slumped over his thigh, still wet with juices. “How was your day? Learn anything good?” “It was fine. Just a lot going on. Several essays due soon and I just don’t have the energy for it.” “You need to unwind. Why don’t you sit and watch the news with me?” I chugged half my drink and plopped down on the sofa next to Vince. He was still naked but nothing new. It was still a bit of a shocking sight to see a massive piece of meat on such a thin man. “How’s your ass? Better by now I hope.” “It’s fine. It hurt for a while after but I’m recovered.” “Good. How did you like the first taste of my meat?” “It wasn’t pleasant. It went in too hard too fast.” “Aw that’s a shame. You should try getting more used to it.” “I’m plenty used to seeing it swinging around the place as is. I don’t need it inside me again.” “Your loss. The last boy was able to take it balls deep.” “I’m surprised he’s still alive. You sure you didn’t rupture just guts?” “Oh he was a total slut. His ass was plenty stretched and able to take it. You just need practice.” “We’ll I’m very out of practice.” “Mine is always here for you to take for a ride whenever you want it.” “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.” I say with more sarcasm. We sat there for a while. Nothing particularly interesting was on so I was half paying attention to it. Vince had his feet on the coffee table and was leaning back on the sofa. His cock was soft but it was still huge even at rest. I could probably wrap it twice around my wrist. There was a bit of post cum leaking out of it and sticking to his leg. It was chunky like always. I thought to myself, ‘damn that twink boy has and entire sack load of that stuff clogged up in him.’ My drink was empty and I was feeling a little buzzed from it. Nothing crazy though. We exchanged a bit of small talk here and there. The tv played dull programs. At some point Vince started playing with his cock again and started stroking it hard. It was bound to happen. And he’ll most likely blow all over his chest and lick it up. Vince put a hand on my thigh and rubbed it as he stroked his long monster cock. “Hey mark what was the biggest cock you’ve ever taken?” “Um. Maybe a 7 incher? I haven’t had many. Too busy with school. But that should wind down after this semester.” “Hmf, mines much bigger then that. By the time you get more free time you probably want to catch up on all that college dick running around.” “Probably, I don’t know. I haven’t had much time to think about it.” “Well there are plenty of guys out there that are bigger then 7. You may have trouble taking them.” “Yeah, I’m just not used to getting fucked much.” We sat in silence for another minute. “If you want to train your ass to take bigger cock you can sit on mine. It’ll stretch you out nice and deep.” “You really want to fuck me don’t you?” “Naturally! A handsome young man like you drives me wild. It’s your fault I have to jack off all the time.” “And I’m sure you’d love to poz me up too.” “He he. Well that comes with the territory.” “No thanks Vince.” Vince played with his cock for another half hour or so. Not working towards a cumshot but just keeping it hard. Thinking about my lack of sex life and the prospect of being able to throw myself out in the dating pool soon was giving me the urge too. “Looks like someone is getting horny.” Vince was calling attention to the hard on in my pants. He grabbed it and started stroking it through my jeans. “You should get your clothes off and blow a load.” “I’m going to the bathroom.” I got up. Vince’s hand leaving my crotch. I went to the bathroom and shut the door. I was horny and needed to shoot off. I was stroking it with my balls resting on the sink countertop. I started fingering my ass. My hole was tight around my fingers. I thought about getting fucked by some guys in class that I liked. My thoughts went all over the place and at one point they went back to the morning when I fell on Vince’s cock. Since his was the last cock I had inside me recently the memory was more visceral than picturing dudes I’ve never hooked up with. Sure there was no way I wanted to get fucked by him in real life but there was no harm in imagining it. I tried fingering myself as deep as I could. I went all the way up to my knuckles. It felt good and I wanted more. But I couldn’t push in any further. Then there was a knock on the door. “Mark, you done in there? I need to piss.” Shit, I haven’t reached there yet but I guess I could continue this later. “Yeah I’ll be right out.” I opened the door to leave and Vince’s cock slapped me as we passed by. I went to my bedroom and went through my drawers, pulling out my dildo. I got on the bed and slathered it in lube. I pressed it up against my ass trying to slide it in. It took a little bit of finesse but I managed to get it in there. It wasn’t a very big dildo. About 8 inches but by the time I got to the 7 inch mark my insides were struggling to accommodate it. I thrusted the toy in an out of me for a while trying to get myself more accommodated to it. It felt good and I was pumping my cock at the same time. I wanted to feel all of it inside me so I tried pushing it in deeper. It hurt and I was struggling. Eventually I had to give up on it. It was kind of frustrating, but I would definitely need more practice with it. I took it out and cleaned it up with some baby wipes and put it back in my drawer. I threw on Some boxers and return to the living room. Vince was either still in the bathroom or in his room. I stretched out on the couch facedown on a couch pillow watching the TV. It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep. I didn’t dream of anything visual, but I did dream of a strange sensation on my body. It was like something was crawling on me. Whatever it was the crawling sensation centered around my ass and I could feel it going inside of me. The sensation turned into a pumping motion. I felt like my guts were getting churned around like butter. My whole body was shaking. I heard sounds like grunting and gasping as my ass was getting rocked up and down. It felt good. It was becoming one of those erotic dreams. The pumping sensation in my ass felt amazing. Then the rocking motions quickened and my ass was starting to feel pain. Whatever it was it was sinking deeper and deeper into my guts. I started waking up. My eyes opening, the slamming sensation inside of me was still happening and it was much more intense than when I was dreaming. I looked forward and saw my hands were on the armrest of the couch and two pale skeletal hands were gripping my wrists. The raspy voice of an older man was grunting in my ear and my ass was in pain from the sensation of a cock going in an out of me roughly. “What the hell?! Vince?!” Vince was on top of me. My underwear were gone and he was going to town fucking my ass. Vince’s cock was inside me! “Ugh…don’t mind me Mark… uf- ugh- ah! Just gonna -ah fuck yeah- empty my poz balls in you… uf ooh ah oh yeah.” “Ah fuck, Vince no! Ah, ugh…Take it out! Ugh..mmh…This prank is too far!” Vince continued to fuck me for a few more seconds then stopped. I don’t know how much of his cock was inside me. It felt like a lot. His hips were still raised not making contact with me so there must’ve still been plenty of his cock outside of me but it was still more than I could handle. He then slowly pulled it out and let go of my arms. We repositioned on the couch. Vince laying back with his feet up on the table smirking at me. I stood up and stuck my fingers in my ass, it was sore but as far as I could tell I wasn’t torn up. “Can you blame me Mark? Your ass was up in the air like an invitation. It was practically begging for me to go inside. Truth be told I was planning on jacking off and blowing a load all over your crack and see your reaction when you woke up but you were very slick down there. You were pre-lubed and pre-fucked already. I assumed you wanted me to dive in.“ “No Vince! I was just playing with myself earlier. I wasn’t inviting you to sleep fuck me.” “Oh then my mistake. Sorry about that.“ Vince giggled. His massive cock was still rockhard with veins all over. The top part of his cock was shiny from where my ass lube covered it. “You didn’t cum in me did you?“ I was still fingering myself trying to feel for any sign of Vince’s notorious thick dick paste. So far I couldn’t feel anything up there. “Nah, I was about to though. Like I said I thought you were giving me an invitation.“ “… how much of your cock did you get in?” If Vince had gone balls deep in me then there’s no way I’d be able to reach deep enough to feel for any cum up in there. He would’ve shot his rancid cheese curds too deep inside me for me to notice. “About 8 or 9 inches. Your ass did a better job swallowing me this time than last.” Was it really 9 inches inside? That would’ve been the most cock I’ve ever had up inside me. And he still would’ve had 5 more inches to go. But damn. I had never managed to get that much of my dildo inside me. Vince actually managed to stretch my insides a bit? I paced around the room a little bit and then exhaled deeply. I sat down on the couch next to Vince letting my sloppy ass juices stain the cushion. Not that it would matter. There are plenty other stains on it from Vince and his hook ups. “OK man. I know you like to tease me and pull pranks every now and then but that was way too much. I’m sorry if I gave you the impression I wanted to get fucked but that’s not the case. So no more OK?“ “Fine by me. I’ll score your ass another way.“ “Unlikely.“ We sat there together for a moment absorbing the situation. Vince looked smug while playing with his cock. “Your ass felt incredible by the way Mark.“ “Oh uh, thanks I guess.” “Yeah it felt like it belonged in there. I only wish I could’ve sunk deeper in you.“ “Well you did manage to get deeper than I’ve ever experienced.“ Then Vince’s face lit up. Like he had some sort of devilish idea. “When you go to bed tonight I might just sneak into your room and finish the job.“ “Vince no, I would rather you didn’t do that please. Boundaries man.” “OK then how about this. Let’s make a bet. If you win the bet I will stop trying to fuck you. No more dick slapping pranks, no more of my cum on the floor. If I win… well you have to do what I say for a day.“ “What would we be doing?“ I admit this bet sounded very attractive over the prospects of Vince stopping his usual pet peeves around the place. But the ‘do what I say for a day’ part sounded like it would open up a whole can of worms that I wouldn’t be prepared for. “It’s simple. I sit here with my cock pointing straight up in the air. You come on over and squat down on it. If you can fit all of my length up inside you and get your ass to touch my balls you win. If you can’t fit my full length inside you balls deep I win.“ “No way! I’m not letting you fuck me Vince!” “No one said anything about fucking. I’ll sit here still and watch you go to work. I won’t thrust my hips up in you. I’ll sit here patiently while you slide down on it. And once you touch my balls that’s it. You get up and I never hunt for your ass again. I’ll be a perfect gentleman.” Fit all of him up inside me? That’s impossible! I can’t fit all 14 inches of him. I know there are plenty of slutty guys out there who can, but I’m nowhere near that experienced. But it would be nice if I could give my living situation to some sort of normalcy. But if I cant, and in my case it seems more likely towards cant, what would Vince have me do? I know he’s wanted to fuck me for a while. He’s already sampled my ass twice. But if I have to do what he says then that may include accepting raw poz cum loads. I thought about it for a while. Vince could see the gears turning in my head. “Seems like you’re not outright turning it down. That’s a new one for you.” “I’m thinking.” I contemplated the stakes and what I was physically capable of. I looked and Vince’s cock. It’s was hard and long. His plum balls were bulbous but sagged away from his shaft. My ass was still hurting from just 9 inches of it. But a real cock might be a bit more malleable then a dildo. “How much time would I have?” “As long as you like. You can ride it all night if you like.” “What exactly would you have me do if I can’t do it?” “Nothing too crazy. Chores around the flat. Tending to my needs. You’re a strong young man. Your ass should be quite durable.” I thought about it more, but the stakes seemed too high for me, at least for now. “Could I do a trial run? I’m just really not sure I could take it.” “Absolutely! You can ride my cock as many times as you like. You’ll hear no complaints from me.” “Well I’m not really going to ride it. Just see how much I can fit.” “Sure, sure. Whatever you say.” Vince spat on his cock and was stroking it more. It looked aggressive pointing straight up. I walked over to it and stood up on the couch on my knees hovering over him. Even though I was upright his cock could still touch my ass. Holy shit am I really doing this? I grabbed his cock and stuck the tip at my hole then lowered down a bit. It went in with a squishing sound. Vince leaned his head back and sighed. “Ahhh that’s good Mark. Your ass is perfect.” I continued to lower myself. Inch after inch it slid up in me and by the time I got to the halfway point I was starting to struggle. My face winced and I forced it in deeper, one, two more inches. I felt like I was at my limit. Probably the same depth Vince achieved when I was asleep. It felt like a steal pipe inside. It wasn’t giving any sign of relaxing. “What’s wrong Mark? Having trouble?” “I don’t think I can get anymore in.” I strained my words. “Bounce your ass up and down. Work my shaft up in you.” I started to move up and then back down. First slowly then at a more moderate pace. I didn’t want to admit it but it felt damn good to have his cock in me. Vince’s mouth was hanging open with his eyes closed. He was rubbing his nipples. I guess he was enjoying himself too. “Ah yes! Good Mark! Ah fuck. Yeah keep that up. Just like that.” I wasn’t sure how much was in me but it started to feel like I was getting more in. The bouncing was helping. I reached down to grab the base of his cock. There were still quite a lot left but I must have had at least 10 inches up inside me. The more I got in the more I struggled to accommodate his length. I was starting to work up quite the sweat. In all that time I felt like I only got one more inch inside me. My guts where his cock head were located hurt. Sure there was some pleasure out of it but the pain ratio was rising the longer I was at it. “Vince… how far am I?” “You’re doing good. Oof, 10 and a half all up in you.” That was all? My efforts weren’t enough? I already felt like I couldn’t go any further and there were still a few inches left. I kept bouncing my ass up and down his cock but my legs felt weak and my insides hurt. I had to call it. “Vince… I can’t take anymore. I gotta get up.” I raised my hips but then Vince grabbed my waist and held me in place. “Don’t move! Ah fuck, Mark don’t move!” “What’s wrong?” “I’m gonna cum! Fuck if you move anymore even a little it’s gonna blast.” “I need to get off!” “I wouldn’t if I were you! It’s on a hair trigger. My balls are primed and ready. Just wait a bit for me to calm down.” I held still for a moment waiting for Vince’s cock to ease up its deadly orgasm but my legs were having trouble supporting me. I wanted to get up and away but I wasn’t sure if his cock was still on the edge. “Vince, can I move yet? It’s getting hard to keep crouching like this.” Vince was staring at his cock. His hands still gripping my waist. “Not yet. You’re so handsome and I’ve been edging so much it’s hard to keep my balls under control.” “But I can’t stay like this.” “I know what will do the trick. Can you move your leg up and plant your foot on my chest?” “Wouldn’t that be too much movement?” “Do it slowly. Bring your foot up here” He patted just below his neckline. Slowly I got my right knee up. I was carful not to move my ass too much. I balanced best I could as I brought my foot on top of Vince’s chest. “How is this helping?” “It’ll help me plenty.” Vince then grabbed my foot and brought it up to his face. He started licking my sole, running his tongue up and down moaning the whole time. It felt weird having someone lick my foot. I knew Vince was into it but I never tried it. He moved to my toes and was sucking them. It was an odd sight for me. One knee on the couch, ass squatting over his cock, my other foot in his mouth. It was embarrassing but I was getting excited. My cock was getting hard from my toes getting sucked on. I guess that was something I didn’t know I was into. But didn’t want to tell him that. “Oh Mark.” Vince moaned while sucking on my toes. Then his hips started moving. Vince’s other hand pushed down on my kneeling leg forcing my ass down on his cock more. Then he started grunting while licking between my toes “Agh fuck! Cuming! Fuck I’m cuming” “Vince no!” I paniced and tried to get up, but Vince met with my movement and brought his hips up and slammed his cock up in me. “Ah fuck Vince!” “Ah fuck Mark! There it is! Fuck!” Then I felt it. A warm spreading feeling deep inside me. He was cuming, Vince was unloading his thick rancid cum in me. “Oh shit no!” “Oh yeah. Ahhh, that’s good. Such a warm ass…” Once he was done unloading he put his hands behind his head looking at me smug. I was still squatting on his cock, a full bloating feeling inside me that came from him. I was in shock at what he did. Slowly I started to inch my way up his shaft. “That’s it. Take your time.” He watched as his monster cock slowly exited my ass. The head of his dick came out of me with a wet pop. I got on the floor laying on my back. It hurt too much to sit down. I took a moment to process what happened. I took poz cum. Vince actually got me. The bloated feeling in me must have been a giant load of cum, I could feel it working it’s way through me. I fingered my sore hole to see if any of the stuff was there. When I did u small spurt of water got on my hand. I brought it up to my face out of curiosity and I could smell it. It was piss. “Vince did you-“ “Yup I pissed in you. I didn’t actually cum. Had you going for a second.” He was laughing like he pulled off a brilliant prank. I didn’t have poz cum in me? “Oh shit! I’ve never been so relieved to have been pissed in!……… also, ew! Why would you piss in me?” “Would you have preferred it be my cum?” “No!” “Then making you my toilet boy it is. Also good job on my cock. There were only a couple inches left.” I got up to go to the bathroom and evacuate Vince’s ‘golden donation’. My insides ached. I can’t believe I rode his cock. I’m usually so careful, and I may have dodged a bullet this time but still. That whole time he was messing with me. I heard Vince shout a bit and when I got out of the bathroom he was there to meet me holding his hand up. It was filled with his thick globby cum. “Here, you’ve had my piss up your ass. Why don’t you eat my cum?” It smelled strong and there was a lot of it. I just gently moved his hand away from me. “Your loss.” He licked it up himself. Sucking his fingers. I slowly walked to my bedroom. It hurt to even walk. I laid flat on the bed with my ass facing up. I didn’t want to put pressure on it. Even after all that I was surprised that I fit so much of it in me. He said there were only a couple inches left. So I fit 12 inches of cock in me? Damn that’s a lot for me. Regardless, events today went way out of control. I was starting to think Vince might be more of a difficult roommate then I thought.

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Went to the River Street Club for the first time in over a year. Arrived just before noon. Went right to the steam room, bent over and took 4 old guys. First one had a huge load. That was good lube for the rest. Also had fun with a vers btm who tweaked my nips good while an old guy enjoyed my ass. Vers guy also got into me, but did not want to cum yet.

I've never seen it in a tearoom. I've definitely found such things left on my car at outdoor cruising spots.

Parker O’Zayle was on edge. The day’s events had made it clear that Dr Prep had once again found a way to disguise himself to the weak minded, making them vulnerable to his influence even when their intentions were good. Clearly he had found another source of adavurt, and until that was located and destroyed, the city was at risk. Normally stripping out of the Virus suit and lighting up a cigarette helped Parker relax after a tough day, but today it was not working. The hum and occasional spark from his pendant gave him some reassurance that the HIVe was still collecting new members at a healthy rate, and while that continued his powers would be sustained. But the prospect of the Doctor’s disruption spreading across the region was too concerning, particularly if it reduced his ability to counter the trouble. He booted up his tablet to see if he could start to find any patterns in the recent anomalies. Most had been isolated incidents that he had initially put down to fanatical followers of the Doctor’s teachings, but the incident at the Frat House had made him realise that the head honcho was back in business and as such the data could shed some light on where to find him. An hour later, Parker put his head back and groaned in frustration. He could see nothing jumping out of the info he had on his tablet, and without some idea of what the method was in the Doctor’s madness, he would always be on the back foot. Perhaps Isaac would be able to find something that he couldn’t, but he would have to wait a while for that. Those two Swedish tourists Isaac had picked up on the way home would be in his room for a while, and Parker knew better than to disturb The Gift when he was working at what he did best. Still, at least he would feel many more surges of virality go through him before the night was out, as the HIVe welcomed a pair of Stockholm’s finest into its ranks. Still, he needed something more. He needed his own release, to clear his head and hopefully enable him to come up a way to get ahead of Dr Prep. Almost as soon as he thought that, he felt the rod come alive where it was resting against the wall, and he got up and went over to it. He grasped it tightly, closed his eyes, and issued a command. “I need three.” The rod flashed white, its tendrils giving a brief whirl, and then it fell back into dormancy. He leaned it back against the wall, and then went through into the main cavern where Brandon and Brendon were waiting. “Guys” he said, “I’ve got some visitors coming. See that they find their way to the playroom.” “Yes boss” they said in unison, each giving him a wry smile. Parker nodded at them, and then made his way upstairs to the basement level of the mansion. He headed down a corridor, and opened the door to his favourite room in the whole place. —— It was working. As one hunk’s tight hole gripped his cock, another’s impressive dick stretched Parker’s own rear end nice and wide, and the third one’s monstrous member filled his throat, Parker could feel the worries of the day dissipate. A few hours here seeding these men and getting bred in turn by them would be enough to sort him out, with the added bonus that his rod had sent him three who were yet to ascend. His most potent of seeds would surely add them to the membership before the night was over, which would give him the extra power boost that only a conversion at his own hands could generate. By morning he would be ready to devise a plan, but now he needed to focus. The negative hole he was in was primed and ready, and it was time to poz… Stay tuned for more!

he deserves to get rid of his unhappy married life this one triggers me as... I am partnered with a formerly unhappy married guy.

Oh, damn it! Hope there will be a follow-up (with main character being pozzed up and owned)

Love my size 13 feet worshipped here!

I too piss will mowing on my tractor.

Caligula was far from alone among the Roman imperials in committing incest. Agrippina, Nero's mother and sister to Caligula, married her paternal uncle Claudius. Rumors (possibly spread by opponents of the family) alleged Nero and his mother Agrippina had a relationship. But then those rumors wouldn't have had much effect were there not, as you noted, a general prohibition on incest. Note, too, that "incest" is a matter of degree; obviously it applies to parent/child or sibling relationships, but what about cousins? In researching our family tree, my mother found numerous records of church dispensations for first cousins marrying. And in the latter part of the 19th century and into the early 20th, cousin marriage was almost universal among European royals, because most of them prohibited (if not by law, then by custom) a member of the royal family marrying a non-royal. In Great Britain, it was only after George V expressly okayed royals marrying noble-but-not-royal individuals that the future George VI was freed to marry his love, Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon (who most of us would know as the Queen Mother). Prior to that, especially since Victoria's progeny had married into almost every major royal family in Europe, any suitable marriage candidate was almost certainly a relative.

Still married here, and still getting that same thrill every time I cuddle up to the wife in bed at night with a load of fresh virile cum in my hole.

He just arrived for a repeat

I played last weekend with a. Incredibly hot 6’-4” tall 28 year old with size 13 feet who also has a foot fetish. At one point he foot fucked me. We took turns fucking each other on our backs while sucking each others toes. Incredibly hot

sounds like a club I would like to join, as a neg and chasing . I am sure it would not take long to be poz. were is all this taking place in

I agree. @str8uncut Label yourself as a breeder.

There's a few OF vids I've come across where they will shoot inside. They're rare though. So much hotter to me. I hate seeing someone pull out and jerk out a load.

I do it because condoms don't compare, the feeling of a hot raw hole wrapped around my bare cock, skin on skin, just drives me crazy. it bliss my brain out like stupid to be balls deep bareback, and I'm hooked on that feeling

Wow...thank you so much for such kind words. I honestly am blown away by such wonderful feedback ive received. I went back to the gym last week and saw M and S. We didn't talk much, people were around. But S kept giving me his little half smiles and M found ways to touch my shoulders and lower back. So i think things are going to be fine. 😊

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....

Wow! Thank you so much! I'm honestly so grateful to be able to share these things here. Its been a wild ride, but im really so grateful. As for whether or not its true...i can confirm that it really happened. There are some things that I have changed to protect privacy and to make it a bit easier to follow. (Since things can get a bit chaotic when partying.) But the basic tenets are true.

Last night, Slammer. Oddly, the darkroom was almost empty. While I did get there a bit earlier than usual, it still surprised me. The orgy room was going full bore, so I sat on bench close to a guy I wanted to fuck, but he was the center of attention for other guys too. He did notice me, sitting there, but there were 2 other guys right in his face. So, just got my Cock out, and inched closer - bit by bit - caressed his ass - he grabbed my Cock - all the "prenuptials", and started to move away, but looked back. So, I followed him to a booth, and the kid tried really hard to get me into his Hole, but - he just couldn't. I just told him to go get some other Cocks up his gut, and I'd come find him a little later. Left the booth, checked the darkroom again, and there was only 1 guy in there - not sure whether T or B. So, walked around a bit, enjoying the eye-candy, came to a corner in the aisles, and this guy was standing there in a jock, just smiling. Said hi. I said hi. Reached around, felt his Hole, as he felt up my Cock. He kicked open a door to one of the booths, and in we went. This guy sucked my Cock like it was the last one he'd every get. Bent over, I shoved it to him, and he was muttering about how it was too much. So, I did what I usually do - told him I'd open him up a bit, knelt down and started eating that Hole. He'd clearly been "opened up" by a number of other Cocks (he claimed "6 or 7"), since his Hole was full of loads, which fucks he gladly described as I started to rut. The guy also seemed to respond to filthy Breed-talk, so we started in on that while I was sucking that sweet Hole. Some other guy stuck his Cock through a gh from the adjoining booth, and this sweet boy slobbered on it, sucked it off while I was almost there myself. Pulled out, turned him around and kissed that sweet boy, enjoying the fresh load in his mouth. Turns out, his husband (I'd call him a Daddy) was off somewhere else fucking other boys, they go to Slammer together, split up, and then meet up in the bar and go home at some pre-arranged time. He wanted me to meet his Dad, but I'm not sure why. Maybe I'll run into him again tonight ... find out why he wants me to meet his Dad ....

Love a blindfold at the baths in the dark room or room taking Anonymous loads and then walking around later not having a clue who fucked me it always brings a smile to my face and a nice sloppy hole.

I would have to have someone else I trust in charge of who fucks me. Although the thought of not knowing who is fucking me is a total turn on I still have some standards. lol

I've talked about it before here but I was 11.

I cleaned-up this story quite a bit. While it is, to the best of my knowledge, a work of fiction, I gotta say it makes me uncomfortable. ********************************************************************* My BF and I went to an interesting event tonight. A friend of mine throws bondage parties. He has a full dungeon built into his basement which includes both an interrogation room and a viewing room. The later contains a one-way mirror at one end like those police line-up rooms. He stages viewing parties for select friends. We were invited because sometime back, I was the 'victim' of one of these viewing parties. My BF and our friend got in contact, and as it became clear they had common interests, approached me to see if I was game for some kinky action. The idea was that I would be raped by the interrogator, and all the scene would be viewed by guests in the viewing room. It didn't take much for me to agree, and the scene was very, very hot. After the event, we all became friends and he invited us over to watch that night's show. The show that night was of particular interest because the 'victim' was a newbie. And yes, for those who are concerned about such things, the host keeps a file in which the 'victim' gives a signed consent to the night's activities. The disclaimer runs something like this: "You have agreed to a live rape scene to be viewed by various individuals. No condoms will be used, and the top who breeds you may be HIV positive." The 'victim' signs his consent, without knowing exactly when it would happen. The 'victim' also can identify any limitations (other than those express in the agreement) and the host accommodates. At the appointed time, my BF and I and our fellow viewers were in the viewing room, stroking our meat, awaiting the commencement of the nights revels. About 5 minutes later the door to the interrogation room swung open and a big guy, I would assume in his late 30, came in pushing a hooded person. The hooded guy's shirt was ripped and his hands were tied behind his back. The hooded person tripped and fell to his knees on the floor. The guy came up behind him and yelled something I couldn't understand but later made out to be something like "I'm going to teach you that you'll never feel safe to walk home along again you little faggot." He pushed the victim down to the floor, grabbed one leg and dragged him close to the mirror. The victim was kicking and trying to get back up. The big guy grabbed a fist full of the back of the hood and tightended it. You could see the outline of the victim's nose, mouth, eyebrows. He finally let it loose or else he would have suffocated the person. He pushed his head forward and it hit the mirror and bounced back. The big guy ripped the victim's shirt the rest of the way off him and picked him up by the back of the neck and pulled him over to a table that was set up and bent him over it. Attached to the table was a dog collar on a chain. The guy snapped the dog collar around the guy's neck so he couldn't stand upright and was now locked to the table. The big guy started rubbing his crotch, all the while eyeing the victim's ass. The latter was still flailing about and screaming something I couldn't make out through the glass. The big guy grabbed a flog and started flogging the victim. Soon enough the victim's screams died out and his legs started to buckle. About this time the big guy pulled-down the victim's pants and shorts. We all knew where this was going. I was not the only one who's cock was rigid. The big guy spent another minute or so flogging the hooded guy until it looked like his legs could no longer hold him up. His ass and back were red from the hits. The hooded person was whimpering and crying and was now buck ass naked. At this point the big guy started talking to the hooded victim. Basically declaring his dominance and said that he could do virtually anything to him. He reminded him that the victim had no clue where he was and that they were underground and the cell was padlocked so there was no way to get out. He asked the hooded figure if he understood the situation he was in. The hooded person whimpered a weak 'yes'. Now the big guy had his cock out and was stroking it, walking around looking at the bottom's ass and smacking it hard every now and then. He would continue to say things like "Why the fuck does a faggot like you think he can just walk around the streets." and demeaning shit like that. In mid reply from the hooded guy, the big guy, lubed up and ready, just pushed his cock up into the guy's ass. Needless to say, the bottom let out a big scream. This was not a sweet fuck scene: this was as close to rape as we could simulate. The big guy just kept pushing and thursting in and out of the guy's ass. He screamed but being collared to the table and handcuffed, clearly couldn't do a thing. Finally, the big guy disconnected the collar from the table allowing the guy to stand upward, and he pulled off the hood. He swung him around to the mirrored wall and said "This is what it looks like when a real man takes what he wants you little bitch." and he continue to pound the guy's ass. I surmise the bottom was about 30 or so. He looked like he had been around the block more than once, and for his own reasons, felt the need to push his sexual experiences to a new level. For all of his cries, he had solid hard on. The big guy pulled out from fucking him, swung the guy around and pushed him down to his knees and shoved his cock into his mouth. He face fucked his rough for a good 10 minutes, manhandling the guy to serve the top's cock and ass. Eventually the bottom was laying on the concrete floor as the top pinned his head between his ass cheeks, all the while beating his thick bull meat. Not surprisingly, all of the guys in the viewing room were rock-hard, and were either beating-off or had already cum by this time. The big guy stood up, grabbed the bottom by his hair and shoved him flat against the mirror (which, from his reaction to the glass, must have been quite cold), twisted his head to the side and shoved his dick back up the bottom's ass. The was very interesting because we could see the bottom's cock sliding up and down against the mirror. He was very hard and leaving a pre-cum trail along the mirror. Fortunately the bottom was positioned in such a way we had a view of the big guy's cock pounding this bottom's ass. I was close to cumming at this point. I normally would be happy to suck off all the guys in the viewing room, but I was much more interested in watching the culmination of the rape scene. And so it was, soon enough the big guy started grunting. We could see cum running out of the bottom's ass. He likewise shot his load, albeit all over the mirror. For what it's worth, his pleasure was apparently tempered, as there were tears running down his cheeks. When the big guy finished blowing his load, he pulled out, and ordered the bottom to clean the cum off of both the top's cock and the mirror. The top then spat in the bottom's face, put the hood back over his head and dragged him back up the stairs saying he was done with him now and he's going to throw him back out onto the street with the other fags. Our host, who blew his load about this time. Smiling, he said he would ensure the bottom got home safely, and he hoped we all enjoyed that night's rape scene. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------