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I've topped all kinds of guys. From the closeted guys who just lie down, pull their pants down a bit and let me fuck them with maybe the occasional growl or grunt, to the guys who want to kiss, hug and make love. Nervous first time or low experience guys who take time to open up, or guys who my dick just glides up them. I've had good times topping all kinds, but the one thing he's got to do is give his hole for a complete fuck, no messing around, a good bottom is there to be fucked and he wants that specific top to feel his dick and his fucking style. My dick needs to go in him and I need to pump it until I cum. I want to fuck him for my pleasure at the speed and length of time I need for the best orgasm, and don't want to be stopping and starting, or pulling out to cum or anything like that. Interrupting the fuck because it hurts is ok, but other than that the guys has offered his hole for another man to fuck and should just take it properly until he cums. That's what makes a good bottom. He lets you fuck him your way and he enjoys it. What makes a great bottom is a whole other thing, but any good bottom can be a great time when you're horny and the situation and attraction is right.

Part 4 I folded my clothes and sorted through some of uncles as well. They weren’t warm from the dryer but they were at least dry. I wanted to get dressed but I smelled and still had uncles sent all over me. I used his shower after the recon boy was sent away. His bathroom counter had a bunch of bottles strewn about. Aspirins, Viagra, Advil PM, stuff I recognized. There were other bottles that I didn’t know what they were. Trivacy, Descovy, Duviral, and a bunch of other confusing names. They were all empty and had various dates going back months, even years. Typical of an older man to have pill bottles everywhere. I got my first shower in several days. The hot water felt great cascading over me. The shelves in the showers were just as cluttered as the sink was. Lotions, Vaseline, body wash. Shampoo too of all good that would do what with uncle having almost no hair left. I used some of his soap cleansing off the grime. As I was looking through the multiple body wash bottles bunched together I discovered amongst them was a large dildo. It was as big as uncle Chester, and looked very realistic in its shape. I hadn’t gotten off yet and I was still horny so I figured it was okay to have a little shower play. Using the conveniently placed Vaseline I greased up my ass. Vaseline wasn’t my favorite lube. It does the trick alright but it lingers for a long time. I tried inserting the huge rubber toy but my ass hadn’t had much play recently so it was a struggle. It took a while but eventually I I managed to force it inside. The feeling of being filled up was intense yet satisfying. Once I had it all in I wasted no time fucking myself with one hand and jacking off with the other. It felt so good. The dildo was larger than anything I had taken but I loved the shape. All it’s proportions were hitting me just right. It’s wide head hitting my inner ring, the shaft bulging slightly in the middle allowing it to stay in easier, it even had a few bumps on it here and there that enhanced the experience. Fuck this toy was perfect. I must have lost track of time due to the anal play, and spent a bit too much time in the shower. As I was pumping the dildo in and out, I heard the shower curtain open up. “Oh, so that’s why you’ve been in here so long.” I stopped pumping and turned around. Uncle Chester was grinning at me. His cock was fully erect again and looking at me. Normally I’d die of embarrassment being caught by a relative doing something like this, but since it was Chester I was only a little flustered. “Oh, sorry uncle, I couldn’t resist...” “That’s alright. You have your fun. I won’t rush you. Take your time with that dildo. It’s a special one.” “Why is it special?” I was a little confused and morbidly curious. “It’s a custom product. Made from a mold of my own cock.” His what?! The realization made me jolt and the dildo slipped between my fingers and fell out of my ass. Before I could retrieve it, uncle Chester grabbed it. “Bit of a butter fingers aren’t you? Turn around. I’ll pop it back in for you.” “I think I can do it myself.” “Oh just turn around” uncle grabbed my arm and turned me around facing the wall. “Now bend over and spread those legs.” He put a hand on my shoulder and with my legs spread, I felt him slap the dildo on my ass a few times. Then took it away. There was a moment where I didn’t know what he was doing with it. Then I felt him poke it at my hole. “Here it comes Will.” With a gradual push, he slid it slowly up in me. “Ah there we go. Nice and snug.” Uncle Chester started pumping the toy in my ass. He pushed it deep and it was hurting. “Ouch, I think I can take it from here…” He pumped it faster in me. “I know, I’m just priming you up. Keep facing that wall.” It was awkward having my uncle use the dildo on me, even more so how enthusiastic he was with it. It was like he was using his whole body in his technique. I was having a hard time with taking the depth at which he was pushing it in me. I couldn’t deny that it felt good, but it was also stretching me deep inside. I could barely handle how rough he was. “Uncle that’s too much. I really should take over.” Uncle Chester stopped. Then pulled the dildo out of me. It was a relief to get a pause in the action but then he stuck it back in me. “Alright take it. I’ll leave you to it. Enjoy yourself.” He let go of me. I grabbed the dildo poking out of my ass and turned towards him. His cock was still erect and wet. Uncle Chester just smiled and left me to my ‘shower’. I stood there with my hand holding the toy in place, not sure what to do. It was strange to have a copy of uncles dick in my ass, but it was just a piece of silicone after all. My horny mood was strong and I tried thrusting the dildo up in me for a while longer. But the thought of uncles cock kept flashing in my mind. This was uncles cock. Shit i was fucking myself with a Chester dildo. I gave up on it. As good as it felt, I couldn’t keep the flashes of uncle Chester out of my mind. I continued my shower like normal and finished up. Walking out naked to the laundry room feeling refreshed yet still horny. I noticed my pile of folded up clothes were gone. Uncle Chester came in and put his hand on my hip. “I took your clothes and put them away already. There’s something you should know Will. I’m a nudist you see? I tend to have a no clothes policy here in the house. I wasn’t going to bring it up the first day because I wanted to break you into the idea first. But while you are staying with me we’re both going to bare it at all as long as we’re in the house, understand?“ No clothes the entire time? What with how he normally walked around in little to nothing, I guess I should have expected this. I might not have been too keen on the idea yesterday, but since he’s accommodating me, I’ll abide by his house rules. “Yeah, I understand uncle.“ “Excellent, now come with me to the bedroom. I need some quality time with my favorite nephew.” He took me by the hand, and we walked into his bedroom. The smell of musk and sex lingered strongly in the air. He positioned me on his bed and crawled on top of me. He laid down and his semi hard cock rubbed up against mine. He rubbed his fingers through my still damp hair. I had just showered, and now I was getting a new layer of his musky sent on me again. “Um, what is it you wanted to do?” I asked not sure what his intentions were. “Just cuddling. Have I ever told you how handsome you are?“ He caressed my face and looked me up and down. He looked like he was admiring me. “Thanks uncle. That’s really kind.” “You really do look a lot like your father when he was younger.“ He gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Why did you and dad have a falling out?“ Uncle Chester looked at me as if contemplating, whether or not to tell me. “We were in sort of a relationship back in the day.“ “What? Really?” “Well relationship wasn’t really the best way to describe it. Your father was my fuck buddy. He was such an eager, bottom slut, and I fed him my cock day in and day out. Some of the best years of my life.“ “I can’t believe it. You and dad really did that stuff?“ It was a lot to take in. My dad gave no indications of being into guys at all. And to top it off he had sex with his own brother? “Yeah, your father and I were inseparable. But as time went on, I ended up becoming poz and he limited what I could do with him. For one, I wasn’t allowed to cum in his ass anymore.” “I could understand that.” “I still played around with other men on the side and got into the giftgiving scene. I pozzed up a lot of men in my day, but I wanted your father’s ass most of all. So one day I told him that I wanted him to commit to me completely. To become my sex slave for life. And for that he would have to become poz too. I wanted to infect him you see? That way we could fuck all we wanted uninhibited.” “Oh my God. You wanted to give dad HIV?“ “Yes. It’s not as bad as you think. All gay men get it eventually. It was better that he got it from me. But he didn’t like that idea so he decided to end our physical relationship, which eventually led to us not speaking to each other anymore. He wouldn’t even let me see you as you got older.“ I was having a hard time processing all of that. Uncle Chester’s passion for pozing seemed to know no bounds. My father’s past was a lot more complicated than I thought. And far more on the wild side then I was led to believe all my life. He was always so strict with me. But he had the carefree lifestyle that he warned me about. On one hand I was frustrated that he didn’t tell me about all this. But then again, how do you explain to your own son that you used to take it up the ass from your older brother? “Well all that is water under the Bridge. You’re here in my arms now and we can make up for lost time bonding. You would like that wouldn’t you Will? Bonding with your uncle?” He gave me another kiss on the cheek. “Yeah, of course. I don’t hold any of that against you. I’m glad we can reconnect.“ His face was really close to mine and I could feel his breath on me. “Hey uncle. Why do you like pozing so much?” That got him excited. “Curious are you? Well, there’s no better feeling then shooting a hot load into a boy that will change his life forever. The power of imprinting something permanent on him. My cock has the power to transform, corrupt. It’s a dangerous weapon that can eat away at virile young men.” “Oh, I’m no stranger to kinks but that’s definitely the most extreme I’ve heard of.” “Oh silly child. I’ve been around the block. I know of plenty bastards that are into worse. I know a guy, Clyde, he has cannibalism fantasies.” “Jesus Christ!” “He’s never done it of course. At least not that I know of. Still I wouldn’t go home alone with him. Another guy I know, Arthur, owns a ranch. He ties up guys in his stables and watches as the stallions mount them.” “Wouldn’t that be way too big?!” “He he, yeah. More than once, he’s had to send people to the emergency room for perforated colons.” “I get it. There are a lot of strange guys out there.” “I don’t judge, Will. I’ve done crazy things too. Nothing surprises me anymore. You should get used to more wild things too. That way you won’t get to surprised either.” “I will. I mean, I want to experience new things. I just don’t have many opportunities.” “Well that’s where I come in. The place I’m gonna take you to tonight is on the more hard core side. It’s a bar with a cruising area in the basement. You’ll find all types there. Plenty of poz fuckers there. Who knows, tonight you might get charged up.“ “I don’t want to get HIV uncle.” “Now Will. You will get HIV. It’s inevitable. There is a lot of potential in you for becoming a kinky pig boy. Within this community it’s only a matter of time.” I gave a semi concerned look. All of this talk about HIV and toxic balls was scaring me a little. It wasn’t really inevitable that I was going to catch it, was it? “You shouldn’t be afraid of poz cocks Will. They’re everywhere, even if you don’t know it.” He sat up on my lap. I felt his ass against my dick. It was still a little hard from the shower and I hadn’t gotten off yet. The heat from him was stimulating me. Embarrassingly I could feel myself growing under him. “Feels like you’re still horny Will. Haven’t had enough in the shower?” He was grinding his hips back and forth. His hole was sliding up and down my shaft, even up to my head and down. “I wasn’t able to finish…” His hips were moving around in circles. His hot wet hole was smearing my cock head. “That’s no fun. You shouldn’t blue ball yourself.” His cock was leaking onto my belly. He was clearly very still horny as well. The contact with his ass on my dick was getting a little intense. “Uncle, should you be rubbing your ass on it like that?” “What’s wrong? My cock has rubbed your ass. Your cock can rub mine.” He grabbed my dick and aimed it as his hole. He raised his ass so I could see my tip pointing up at him. His ass rubbed around on my tip, nearly engulfing it. “See? Nothing wrong with a little kiss.” “Um, I guess so….” “I can give it a deeper kiss like this.” Uncle Chester lowered his ass down and the full length of my dick disappeared inside him. I was immediately overwhelmed with the moist heat from within him. “Oh my god! Uncle! I can’t- ah!” I couldn’t contain myself. I came as soon as his hips met mine. My dick throbbed and spammed as it unloaded inside my uncle. “Oh dear. Did you cum inside me Will?” “Ah! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too! Your ass just-“ “It’s quite alright my boy. I’m happy to have helped.” “But we technically had sex. Isn’t that bad?” “Did it feel bad?” “…No.” “Then there’s nothing wrong with a little discharge. You were just pent up. I’m here at your disposal my sweet boy. And if my body can give you relief then that’s a bonus.” Uncle Chester slowly got up off of my cock. It popped out of his ass with a trail of cum dripping out of him and onto my thigh. I knew he was always okay with his sexuality and nudity, but I had not expected that I would end up shooting a load inside of him. Did that really count as sex? Sure my dick went inside of him and I came, but it was all so quick. “All right, then, since you were able to release, I think you should help me shoot off a load.” Uncle Chester laid on his back with his cock pointing straight up in the air. Pre-cum leaking out his tip. “Come on then Will. I want you to make me ejaculate. I’ll let you decide how, but you’re not leaving this room until you make some potent poz cum shoot out of me.” He wiggled his cock like a lure to a fish. “Is it okay? I’m okay with being nude around you but isn’t this a bit much?” “Of course. Besides, you got to shoot off inside me. You don’t want to be greedy now do you?“ “No of course not.” Somehow, I should have expected to get to this point. Uncle was such a sexually open man, but I didn’t think he would be willing to have his nephew do something like this with him. I crawled over in between his legs and grabbed his cock. It was definitely thick and hot in my hands. Squeezing the shaft it made another glob of pre-cum ooze out his tip. It was impressive how horny he was all the time. “So what are you gonna do Will? Use those soft hands, put it in your mouth, or are you gonna sit on it like I did?” Uncle wrapped a leg over my shoulder and pulled me down. My face rubbed up against his cock. A trail of pre-cum smeared from my chin to up my cheek. I sat upright again, and his legs wrapped around my waist. I started stroking his shaft up and down. “So a hand job. Fair enough.“ He relaxed with his arms behind his head, while I worked on his shaft. I moved my hands up and down along his length. It was so veiny and hot. I was apprehensive at first about it, but it wasn’t so bad. It was just like jerking off anyone else. The fact that it was my uncle didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. If I could make him feel good, then it wasn’t all that bad. I spat on it a few times to slick it up more. He watched me as I worked. He seem to be really enjoying himself. As I worked on his cock, he put a foot on my belly and was rubbing me with it. The more I stroked him the more he moved his foot up towards my chest. Pinching one of my nipples between his toes. “Do you like that Will?” “Yeah, it feels okay.” “Do you want to make me cum quickly?” That’s when he moved his foot up and planted it on my face. “Lick this and you’ll really make me shoot.” His foot smelled, and it was clammy with sweat, but I remembered how much he liked foot action, so I open my mouth and started licking it while I stroked him. His flavor was strong, but if it was going to help, then I was happy to do it. “Hell yeah, I can feel myself building up already. Get those toes in your mouth“ He didn’t even wait for me. He stuck his toes in my mouth, and I was sucking on them while his hips were humping to meet my hand strokes. “That’s it Will. I’m going to shoot. It’s coming. Get your head down there.“ Uncle Chester took his foot out of my mouth and swung it around my head. He pulled me down and his cock head pressed against my face as he began to orgasm. Jets of cum blasted out from him. My face got covered in it. He was grunting as his dick throbbed in my hand. Both his legs wrapped around me as he pulled me down onto it. My lips were getting coated in his semen. Some of it almost went into my mouth. His flow calmed down and he eventually let go of me. I sat up, my face covered in it. It dripped down onto my chest and belly. It was all over my mouth so I couldn’t speak. I was looking around for any sort of tissues, but didn’t see any available. “Oh, that was wonderful. Thanks for helping me out with that Will.“ Uncle Chester sat up and started licking my chest. Swallowing his cum he shot all over me. He worked his way up to my face and was cleaning me off. But then his mouth met mine as he licked the cum off of my lips and started kissing me. He held me tight as his tongue parted my mouth. He spat a mouth full of cum in me. With his aggressive tongue action, I couldn’t help but swallow the incredibly bitter and salty gunk. We broke away and uncle was licking his fingers, being nonchalant. I was conflicted about giving him a hand job and getting kissed. He seemed to sense my discomfort. “Don’t be so uptight about it Will. Two men can enjoy each others company. It was just a bit of fooling around. It felt good. And you seemed to enjoy yourself too.” “Yeah. That was just a bit intense.” A bit intense? At one point my cock went up his ass and I came instantly. We should probably restrain ourselves. The nudity and body contact is okay. But full blown sex is taking it too far. That’s what I wanted to say in the moment. But he seemed so happy and I didn’t want to bring down the mood. This sort of thing should be wrong but he was so carefree about it that it didn’t totally feel as bad as it should have. “It’s all apart of living young man. You’ll get used to it. Now let’s see what else we can entertain ourselves with.” He got up off the bed and grabbed me by the hand. We wandered into the living room where uncle Chester was going through a cabinet. “What are you looking for?” “Just some fun things. There’s porn, movies, board games. What are you in the mood for?” As he was bent over looking through the cabinet, I could see his backside spread. There was a bead of white dripping out of his ass. Oh that’s right. That’s my cum. My cum, leaking out of my uncle’s ass. I can’t believe he just swallowed my dick up into him like that. “How about a board game?” Something that will be a nice distraction from what went on in the bedroom. “Alright I got just the one.” He pulled out a white box with multiple colored dots on it. Oh, it’s Twister.

Tonight I had an exceptional experience. I was driving home from errands in town, and got a message on grindr from a DL guy I’d hooked up with once before last year (Two loads in the park) last time was a hot quickie, and I was definitely up for meeting him again. He instructed me to head to a park known for being cruisey. I have been meaning to check this park out, but there are two parks in this small town with the same name, and being pretty new to cruising, I’d talked myself out of it. I drove over, and the small parking lot had 5 cars with kids and parents, so I parked on the side of the road a ways off to see what was up from a safe distance. He texted that I should walk to his truck in the lot, and off I went. The last time we’d only exchanged a few words, and so I was surprised that he was fairly chatty through his pickup truck door. I appreciated breaking the ice. It was dusk, and it was starting to rain. He told me to head over to the baseball pitch dugout that had a roof, back behind the park’s bathrooms to avoid the rain, explaining that he would join me once all the cars in the lot had gone. I sat on the bench there and watched it get dark through the chainlink. Once all the cars were gone, he appeared. He’s probably in his 50s, and I am in my 40s. He’s lithe and has a thick local brogue with a big, beautiful cock. I went to work sucking him on my knees. Then he had me lie on my back on the bench so that he could facefuck. me deep. Normally my gag reflex is easy to control but he tested my limits a few times because of how deep he went without enough pacing to breathe, but it was still hot. What a great cock. I was delighted when he said he wanted to fuck my arse. We started with me bending over the bench. I offered him some lube, but he declined saying his wife might notice the lube (which didn’t make sense to me?) It was a tight fit at the start, and I was worried it would hurt, but he is a leaker and soon it was bliss. Before long, he told me to lie on my back on the bench with my legs in the air. This was a bit risky to my mind, because there are no visual obstructions between the parking lot, road and the dugout, but it was dark and I decided to trust him. It would be hard to say no to this sexy man anyhow. He sunk in balls deep very smoothly and went to town on my arse. He did some verbal narration of his enjoyment, which I always appreciate, and praised how my arse felt. He wasn’t quiet either, which was a surprise since I thought public sex was usually non-verbal or whispering, but I was in the moment with him and really enjoying the perfect fit between us. Soon came the miracles. He came once early on, then stayed hard and kept fucking, coming again within another minute. This continued for 10 minutes during which he shot a total of SIX LOADS BALLS DEEP in my arse without ever going soft or pulling out! It got wetter and wetter, and yet nothing leaked out, even when he pulled out at the end! It helped that each time he shot, be buried in super deep and groaned loudly, swearing whilst tallying the load number. He seemed equally proud and surprised. It was so hot, and so unexpected since he only gave me one load when we fucked last year against that boulder in that other park. I’d been tensing my abs and holding my legs up in the air for 20 min straight, so it was a relief to let them down after he pulled out, but honestly I could have taken him all night if he had been in my bed. I hope we hook up more often. Clearly he enjoyed himself. His cum still hasn't leaked out 5 hours later.

Back in the days I started fucking (1998) I would mostly use Vaseline as lube (although some older dudes had KY near their beds). I remember the slick, somewhat greasy feeling that would make my dick slide easily into my partners' holes. Nowadays guys insist on water based lube that evaporate / absorb in our skin within a very short time. Some guys do use silicon based lube, but I really miss the feeling of Vaseline. Unfortunately, hasn't had the chance to explore Boy-Butter sex, but I guess it would be quite the same as Vaseline. So, Vaseline guys, where are you?

A bud brought Peto Coast over and he fucked me. But then I’ve filmed for TIM and RFC so I guess there are any to list. Tober, Boomer, Roman, Michael Boston

Jason had been flicking through the second hand rubber pages looking for a bargain. The idea was to subtly get a wardrobe together on the quiet, especially as most of the shops had been closed due to the pandemic. He clicked on one seller, who seemed to have all manner of gear for sale. Having messaged the seller a few times, and realising that he lived a few stops away, he’d decided he’d go and pay him a visit himself. When Jason reached the address he was a bit nervous. He knew the seller had an online profile and had always marvelled at how hot the rubber looked on him. As he was let into the block, he made his way to the seller’s flat. He could smell the horny scent of rubber and leather from in the hallway, and his cock started to twitch. “Hi, you must be Jason” “Yes, you’re, um, PigTop yes?” “Hahaha. Yeah, for now you can call me Steve” As Jason ventured inside Steve’s flat, he was overwhelmed by the scent of the gear. He could see a sling set up in one badly lit room, and thought that Steve was obviously a keen pig. “You said I could try some bits on” “Sure mate, can I get you anything? Fancy a beer?” “Bit early for me, but fuck it – we’re all furloughed so it won’t matter” Steve smiled as he went into the kitchen, leaving Jason to take in the surroundings… “Wow, you really do have a lot of gear” “Yes, I do. I’d been running a series of online auctions to clear some of it. A lot of it belonged to my ex who is no longer with us” “Sorry to hear that. How did he go if I may ask” “Health issues mainly, which weren’t helpful when he picked up this bastard covid” “Oh shit. Sorry to hear that” “Well we’d been a couple up until last year, but he left me this place in his will so I thought I’d let my fantasies take over and enjoy the new freedom” “Gosh, sounds really hot. I’d love to be able to live like this” Steve handed Jason the beer, which he took a swig of. It wasn’t a taste he recognized but found it refreshing nonetheless. “Right. What sort of thing were you after? A full suit yeah?” “Yeah. Thought I’d take the plunge and just need to know how it fits and feels” “Well I have a few. Why don’t you strip off and we can see if anything fits” Jason took no time in undressing. A bit flushed and light-headed, he was soon standing naked surrounded by a room of rubber gear. Mostly black, but with bits of yellow, red and brown detail on each outfit. Like a kid in a sweetshop, he didn’t know where to begin and picked up a yellow rubber full suit. “Hehe. Piss pig, yes?” “Well, um, I don’t know. I like what it represents but never tried piss” “Oh Jason, you should. Nothing hornier than pissing on a guy and marking my territory” Jason just nervously smiled at that remark and begun to slide himself into the outfit. Feeling a bit dizzy as the horniness of the moment and his increasing drunkenness(?) How come he was drunk? Steve helped Jason into the suit and soon Jason was looking like a true piss pig. His hard on was now unmissable. “I can see you’re agreeing with the suit judging by your cock” “Um, yes. It’s very horny. I like it” “You ever been pissed on, boy?” Jason was taken aback, and this sudden change to being addressed to as ‘boy’ was starting to affect his mind. “Um, no. What’s it like?” With that, Steve dropped his tracksuit bottoms to reveal he’d been wearing black rubber leggings beneath him. Jason suddenly felt very horny. “I’ll give you a glimpse boy. Kneel” With that, a horny and confused Jason went to his knees and before he realised, Steve had fished his cock out and was aiming it at Jason’s face and let forth a stream in his direction. Jason felt as hard as ever as Steve pissed over him. This wasn’t how he usually behaved, but for some reason the horniness was overriding everything. As Steve finishing pissing, he bent down to Jason and kissed him. “There you go. Wasn’t so hard to turn you into a piss pig was it?” “Um, yeah. I guess not. That was hotter than I expected” “Thought you’d like it boy. What about checking out some more gear for me?” Jason was a little confused. He’d come here to buy some gear. Not a session. Especially not a session of new experiences. “Um, yeah. That was horny. I liked that” “Thought so, boy. Here let me suggest an outfit you might soon never want to take off” Jason smirked. He’d love to be in that situation. Living in gear seemed a hot prospect. Steve held up a black suit. “What about this one – I’m sure you’ll soon love it” Jason looked at the suit – it was black with a bit of yellow detailing. “Yeah, um, sure” Steve lubed up the suit and knelt down to help Jason into it. “You’ll soon feel part of something in this, boy” Again, Jason was finding all this too good to be true. Steve was a true pervert and a gentleman, and yet even when he’d pissed on Jason, it felt good to let this man take care of him. As he slid his arms into the suit and adjusted himself, Jason was feeling hornier than ever.# “Ah yes boy. That looks fantastic. A true pig. Let me show you how you look” Steve pulled out another mirror so Jason could see the whole of the suit. It was then when he noticed the biohazard symbol on the back. His cock instantly got firmer. “Oh yeah, that looks great boy. You were made for that” “Um, yeah. It’s very horny but I’m not sure wearing this out would be wise. I’m not poz. I don’t know if I should…” “Yeah but look how hard your cock is boy” This was true. Jason had never been harder. Something about wearing an outfit like this turned him on so much. Just as Jason was starting to think and feel dirtier thoughts, Steve removed his t-shirt to reveal a rubber vest. It too, had a biohazard symbol on it. It had the effect on Jason. Making him harder than ever. “Looks like boy has an interest in the biohazard symbol, eh?” Steve took Jason into the playroom so the pair of them could look at each other in better light, if anything. Steve had noticed Jason had finished his drink, which seeing as he’d slipped a pill in it, was good news – Jason, the boy was now his. “Oh my boy. You don’t know how horny you look in that suit. I want to jump you” “Thanks Steve. It’s true, I didn’t think I’d feel this horny” “Oh I can get you hornier, boy” And as he said that, Steve began to stroke Jason and the pair of them began to kiss again. Jason, somewhat amazed at his forwardness started to nuzzle at Steve’s body, nibbling his tits and – after Steve had passed him some poppers – was beginning to lick at and worship Steve’s biohazard symbol on his chest. “Good boy. I think it’s about time you learned what joy this suit can give you” Steve pushed an increasingly cooperative Jason towards the sling. Jason, for his part, pulled himself into the sling and got comfortable. “Ever been fucked, boy?” “A couple of times, but nothing special. Not in a sling anyway” “Well it’s turning into a day of firsts for you isn’t it?” Jason obliged and let himself get strapped in. Had he had his wits about him, he’d have got out of that sling and out of the flat sharpish. He’d been pissed on and was about to be fucked while wearing a biohazard symbol on his back. However the idea of it was turning him on far more than the hope of escape did. As Steve secured Jason into the sling, he stuck more poppers up Jason’s nose. Knowing full well he’d got him exactly where he wanted him. Jason was starting to feel hornier than ever. Bucking his arse and now seemingly hungry for whatever Steve had planned. He then felt the zip being undone at his arse. “yes boy, by pissing on you I’d staked my claim on you. Marked my property. Now I’m going to help you earn that suit properly” Jason was whirling in a state of horniness and wonder. Inside he knew that this wasn’t probably his wisest move, but he was in no state or position to change that now. Steve had started fingering an increasingly hungry Jason’s hole… “Nice and tight. Let’s sort that out” As Steve started to push his cock into Jason, he sensed a hesitation – the mix of trepidation and fear that he noticed in all his pigs. If anything, it was turning Steve on more. “Yes boy, let me in. Accept your reward. A gift, even” Jason was in ecstasy at this juncture. All reasonable thoughts and guards were abandoned now. He was getting rawfucked by a guy aka PigTop, and the pair of them were wearing poz rubber gear. He’d have run if he could, quite honestly. Steve worked his cock into Jason, striking up a rhythm almost. “That’s it boy. Enjoy this. Savour every moment. I think you’ll soon realise what you really came here for” Jason was all over the place. He didn’t want, or expect, this. “Please… No… I don’t want… oh God” “Relax boy. Boss knows what’s good for you. Boss is going to open your eyes and mind to a whole new world of pleasure. Tell me what you want” “I… I don’t want to… argh oh god this feels fantastic” “Hehehe. My poz precum is giving you the hunger you crave. Accept yourself. Accept your destiny” “Oh yeah. Oh God. Fuck. Yes. Fuck meeee” “Good boy. Let Boss recycle you into a dirty toxic rubberpig” “Fuck… yes… tox… Oh god…” “Tell me what you want boy” “I want… this. Steve. Help” “I’m afraid Steve can’t be reached at the moment, but your new boss TopPig is available. Boss knows what you want” “Yes… Boss… It’s true. I feel so good” “Good boy. Boss is going to help you become a true pig, boy. You need to beg your boss though” “Please… boss… don’t argh. God I feel so good.” Steve stopped briefly to administer more poppers to Jason. And felt his forthcoming pigboy’s arse muscles clench hard on his cock “Yes boy. That’s the spirit. Now, tell me what you want” “I want your cum, boss. Please. Feed me your cum” “Good boy, it’s toxic cum. It’s what you need. And soon it will take you over, boy” “yes Boss. Give me… toxic cum” “You’re on the road to becoming a pozpig, boy. I’m off meds and have a good hit rate of knocking up boys like you. Boys who need direction. Boys who need recycling into pozpigs” “Fuck yes Boss. Turn me into your pig, boss” “What sort of pig?” “A pozpig, boss. Give it to me” “As you asked so nicely…” Steve was breathing heavily and turned on, lasting a few moments until his toxic brew flooded Jason’s hole… “FUCK YEAH” “Oh fuck. Thank you Boss. Thank you” “Like that did you? I knew you would. Your cock has been straining against that codpiece. We’re all friends here now. How about I let that free for you?” Steve unsnapped the rubber codpiece and Jason’s cock sprung free and still as hard as ever. “What a tasty cock you have boy, why don’t you let boss help you milk out your last neg load as a reward” Before Jason could protest, Steve was seductively making a show of sucking Jason’s cock. Looking up to Jason in throes of ecstasy. He had done the job he’d planned to do. Just as his eyes met Jason’s, Jason erupted inside Steve’s mouth and Steve gobbled every drop. He then moved up to Jason’s face, and fed Jason’s neg load back to him via a long kiss. Pausing for a while afterwards, Jason was left lying in the sling. Acclimatising to his new predicament. Slightly panicking but also accepting what had occurred. Steve, or Boss, had tricked him good. But Boss had also opened his hole and mind and body to a new life. When Boss returned to the room, he began to unstrap Jason from the sling. Not before slipping a plug into Jason’s used hole to “allow the gift to do its work” As Jason got out of the sling, he knew that he’d turned a corner. The poz reprogramming began in earnest. He knew that he could quite possibly be poz now, and his cocked twitched at the thought. But also he was fearful. He was a mess of contradictions. He’d arrived to buy some gear and had now been pissed on, pozfucked and now plugged with a toxic load incubating inside him. “How do you feel pigboy?” “I’m horny but also nervous and well, wasn’t expecting this” “Haha, it’s understandable. I’ve seen many lads like you before. Mentally adjusting to their new desires and forthcoming predicament. If you want, I’ll knock £50 off the suit if you feel you want it. I must say it’s a horny, perfect fit on you” “Yeah, that’s cool. I think I might go for it. I mean, I’ve never felt so horny but also so wrong” “Only to be expected, boy. If you want, you can take it off and you can have a shower and flush yourself out if you’re nervous and you can get some pills to try and stop the inevitable, but I don’t think you really want that, do you boy?” “Um, no Boss. I… don’t” “Good boy. The suit is yours if you want it. You can leave here now with it and wank off about how horny and toxic you look. Or, I think I could probably tempt you into keeping it on a little longer and we can work more on your poz recruitment. I think you secretly want to become a pozbrother, don’t you boy?” Jason sensed that this could all be over and done with, but his new desires were beginning to overwhelm him. He walked over to his new Boss, knelt down and placed his cock into his mouth. After some sucking he pulled away and saw his Boss smiling. “Good boy. I knew you’d see sense. Let your Boss welcome you into the brotherhood”

Adult bookstore with video booths. Bathhouse, Uber driver, be my live-in houseboi

For myself, Covid actually played a big part in who I am today. When we went into lockdown, fucking was nearly impossible. Unable to meet/meat anyone, I turned to porn and my right hand. I jerked off more, but I grew bored of the vanilla porn I'd always watched. Barebacking was the first step. I loved watching men go in raw. Then breeding followed. Soon I discovered the concept of searching out STIs and HIV. I couldn't believe anyone could do such a thing, to do something so risky, so wrong, so... fucking HOT! Quickly, poz porn became my normal. I found BZ and created a profile. I started posting my own stories, finding that the twisted stories I had in my head were liked by men here. Since then, I've continued down this depraved path, and I've loved every part of it. And I'm still discovering new aspects of myself that get me insanely HARD!

For those of us who love to rim (and afterwards felch) Vaseline is my least favorite lube. It tastes horrible...

It’s so hot and rare to find a guy that can cum multiple times. you gotta keep him on speed dial! Getting fucked outside in public is so hot too. I’ve only had one guy that was able to do that and he’s the owner of the cock in my ass in my profile pic 😉. He always came three times deep in me without pulling out and a couple of times there was a fourth.

So I just posted my first BBRT ad and I'm finally ready to begin taking bb loads. It's taken me a very long time to fully accept my deep need to offer my ass to another man fully and completely, but I've come to recognize that I have to experience the thrill of feeling some stranger shoot his load deep into my hungry ass. Not currently on Prep but will probably start taking it, since I'm not really ready to be pozzed, however hot the idea of it has become. Anyway, I'm excited to be beginning this new chapter in my journey of gay self-discovery.

So I was on Grindr and the sky messages me to say that he wanted to fuck me. I said sure but I was out shopping so I couldn't host. He said he could host if I didn't mind being at his business and he was alone there. Of course I didn't mind. So I come into the door and I see this young black guy well built and well actually it was very dark I think he was Hispanic because he was uncut I really couldn't see him that well. Anyway right there in the stairwell coming into his business he said drop your pants which I did and I sucked him for a while. And then he motioned for me to stand up and turn around which I did. There was no mention about condoms or bareback raw whatever but he just shoved his cock into me and started pumping away. Which suited me just fine. After a couple minutes he shot a huge load in me and it's stealing me now as I'm going through the store and then heading home. I told him I would love to get together again and I think he is game. You just never know when someone messages you.

I love hanging out in bars, finding hot horny men who happen to be married. This one tonight is eyeballing me, so he comes over and buys me a drink. While he’s talking, I drop a little something in his drink to get them where I want him. he thinks he’s going to be fucking me. Little does he know in an hour or so, I will be wrecking his life forever. The GHB has done its jobnce. He is in his hotel room. I get him out of his clothes as his will to do anything is basically gone I figured let’s take them all away I pull out the syringe I tie off his arm. I put the needle in the vein, I see the flash of blood it’s now or never. I push the plunger. He’s coughing I put his legs over my shoulder and say my dick is too big for me to take off my P.A. I Ignore his please as I put the head right on his hole. I smiled to him and slap him in the face. Enjoy bitch. your life is being wrecked this has to be a virgin hole as I fight my way in. I know I’m tearing his hole up as I pump away, it feels good to be fucking a tight hole he is now enjoying as he is no longer asking me to stop as my 6-day toxic load is being pumped into his hole. I get him on his knees to clean my dick I can see the blood but with the slam, I gave he does not care. I hear the door open and it's his wife as he continues Polick and clean my toxic load off my dick. I pull away and push him onto the floor as I could see he’s scared shitless I walk up to his pregnant wife and say you might be pregnant for nine months but your faggots husband will be pregnant for the rest of his life with my babies and his blood, in a few weeks, he will be sick. You’ll either be taking care of him or putting him on the street.

To some extent I struggle to relate as I've only known bareback starting in the 1970's. For me there is no "going back". Plus at this stage there is no way for me to UnPoz. What's done is done. No regrets though... That said, I really want to encourage my brothers to proceed with knowledge; do your best to avoid a future "aw fuck I wish I ...." day.

hey congratulations man. I am telling you the first time a guy shot his load in me it was one of the two or three most incredible moments of my life. It feels so fucking awesome, and the great well of emotion you feel for the guy who just pumped his cum into you is pretty intense. I was hooked right away and never looked back or had any kind of sex with a condom ever again. Enjoy yourself sexy...you will have a blast

Taking all dna offered regardless of status. Being a vessel for his cock. Doing whatever asked. im 150% bottom pig.

Can’t wait to see what kind of trouble Will gets in at the bar…

Chapter 13: Late But Not Too Late Ricky was sitting in his favourite café some seven years after Terry’s funeral, chatting with Dylan and some other friends over a coffee, when the door opened, and a man walked in. A tall man, now a little stooped, and the remains of a handsome face, although now lined with the stress that arises from pain. He moved with the slow careful steps of one who knows that going faster will only make it worse. Alan Bryors. He ordered a drink, and then turned and saw Ricky. A gentle, reflective smile crossed his face, and he tossed Ricky a casual wave, then took his coffee and headed for the table by the window. Ricky sat, stunned, his face turned to a mask that concealed a whirlpool of emotion under an icy calm surface. Dylan suddenly noticed that Ricky had dropped out of the conversation and turned to look at him – closely. “Ricky! Are you all right? You look like you just saw a ghost.” “I think I did.” He leaned closer and lowered his voice. “Try not to be obvious about it but take a look at the table by the window.” Dylan looked -- and then he gasped. “Alan!” “Yes. And looking like death warmed over. I’m going to go and talk to him.” “Ricky, do you think that’s a wise idea?” “Maybe not, but I have to do it. I need to know what’s wrong with him.” Dylan shrugged and watched, sadly, as Ricky got up and crossed the room. He feared that his best friend was about to get his heart broken yet again. Ricky placed his hand on the chair back across from Alan. “May I join you?” “Of course.” “Alan, I’m going to come right to the point. What’s wrong with you?” Alan smiled sadly. “You never did mince words when you were on a mission.” Ricky continued to hold his gaze, eye to eye. “It’s cancer. Stage Four. It’s spreading all through my body. I’ve just got a few months.” “Any treatment?” “I declined it. Palliative care only. I’ve spent enough time living off other people’s backs, even though I worked so hard to convince myself that I was doing it in an ethical way. Self-deception, of course. I’ve chosen to leave the treatment options for younger people, people whose lives, their families, the work they do, make them really important to the world. I have no reason to moan or complain. It’s been a great ride while it lasted.” Ricky choked back a sob. He couldn’t believe that this wealthy, energetic man was prepared to let it all go without any regrets. But Alan was still speaking. “But it is getting hard now. Harder for me to take care of myself, to manage my daily life. So difficult. I should perhaps get a private home nurse, but….” He paused and took a deep breath. Alan could see the compassion, the caring, in Ricky’s face and decided to take the biggest gamble of his entire life. “Ricky, you came right to the point and I’m going to do the same. I’ve decided to live out my life at home. This is going to be brutal, it’s going to be hard to take. So hard that I’ve got no right to ask this, it’s selfish as hell – but I’m going to ask it anyway. Ricky, can you come and live with me again – so I’ve got someone with me who matters to me?” Ricky sat back, stunned. Coming from anyone else, he’d have called the request sheer brazen effrontery – but that had never been Alan’s style. This was a man who had always been an absolute king in the realm of consideration and caring for others. Ricky could only guess what it had cost Alan to make this plea, to admit his own human need for closeness when he’d never had to do so before. But it was also the index of the depth of suffering, the fear of facing the end alone, which afflicted him. In the end, Ricky didn’t have to think at all. While he was thinking, his heart had already made his choice for him. Ricky stretched his hand out across the table and took Alan’s hand in his. “Of course.” He used the rest of the day to explain the situation to Dylan, to arrange a leave of absence from work, and to pack what he would need -- and then he moved back into the penthouse that afternoon. It was a long and strange four months that he spent back in the luxury condo where he’d begun to grow up, from a Boy to a Man. Strange, too, that all that time was less than ten years ago. Stranger still that he had returned as Alan’s equal. Each of them now felt a licence to say what was most real to him, without hiding behind roles, to lay it all out on the table without any hesitation. The strangest thing of all for Ricky was the realization that this wasn’t just something he was doing to help the man who had helped him so often. Ricky wanted to do this, needed to do it, from the very depths of his heart and soul. Sharing Alan’s final journey became the culmination of everything he had learned, of all the stages of the life he had lived, and it mattered to him, more than he could ever have imagined, to bring it all back at last to Alan, the man who had helped him set so many of those wheels in motion in his youth. Ricky was in charge of the kitchen now, and he took great care in preparing the limited meals which Alan could still eat. He slept with Alan at night, not for sex now, but for comfort and companionship. He would wake up each night to give Alan his pain medication, or to help in any other way as needed. Some nights he stayed awake with Alan, holding him close in a caring embrace, helping to strengthen him, to keep at bay the terror of the unknown yet to come. He walked with Alan to the café for that daily fix of cappuccino, as long as Alan could still walk there and keep it down. Dylan came several times a week to visit, sometimes at the café, sometimes in the penthouse. And they talked. For hours and hours, Alan and Ricky talked the long days away, sharing very much more of themselves than either of them had ever shared with anyone before. They spoke of their times together, of hopes and fears and dreams, of Alan’s past, of Ricky’s future. A look of peace gradually came over Alan’s face through those weeks as he realized how much his bright-eyed, eager young boy had grown up, matured, taken hold of the control levers of his own life, and made himself into a formidable force to be reckoned with. More than anything, he was moved and stirred to the depths of his being by Ricky’s unshakeable determination to make the world a better place for other gay men. When Ricky told Alan about how he was laying the groundwork for a help and counselling centre, Alan made up his mind. “Ricky, there’s someone important coming to see me on business tomorrow. Can you do me a favour and be out of the condo for the morning? I’ll be finished this business by noon.” Ricky waited in the morning for the unknown visitor, who proved to be a white-haired gentleman of distinguished appearance, dressed in full business attire and carrying an expensive briefcase. He admitted the visitor and left the penthouse himself. When he returned three hours later, Alan was sitting in the chair by the panoramic windows with a look of satisfaction, a look that said, Well, that’s all done now. Ricky settled in the chair beside him, and asked what it was all about. “That was my lawyer, George Carstairs. I was finalizing some revisions to my will. You already have my power of attorney for personal care. Carstairs holds the power of attorney for business matters. But now, it’s the will that matters, that you need to know about. Your plans… it’s such a great idea, and there’s such a crying need for it, in this city especially. I’d already planned to leave the bulk of my estate to a charitable trust for LGBTQ causes. The money has already been partly transferred there, to enable the trust to be established under direction of a board. The balance will pass to the trust when my estate is completed. “But I’ve now directed Carstairs to write a new section in which ten million dollars will go directly to your center as an endowment fund to help establish it and support its operations for years. He’ll be in touch with you to explain what steps you will need to take as the center is constituted and gets up and running. You’ll have a five-year period from the date of my death to get it all in place. The money will be held in trust, under the direction of the charity, until that time. “There’s one fixed condition. You are not to name the center after me or refer to me as anything other than an anonymous donor.” Ricky thought for a moment. “Alan, people will guess. And they’ll talk.” Alan actually laughed, in the midst of this serious business. “So what else is new? Ricky, have you ever heard this saying? ‘Great minds discuss ideas. Average minds discuss events. Small minds discuss people.’ Yes, the ones who know us will talk – for a while. You can’t prevent that. But I don’t want any focus on me. I want it on the people you are going to be helping.” Ricky thought, That’s Alan. It’s totally in character. All his life, he’s flown under the radar, helped people on the quiet, never drawn attention to anything that he’s done. But Alan still had two more items to cover. “I’m also going to ask you another favour. I’d like you to take a seat on the board of the charity. If you’re willing to do that, Carstairs will make all the arrangements there as well. “And finally, I’ve made another change to leave you a small personal gift, as a thanks for coming to live with me and take care of me now.” Ricky sat, too emotionally stirred to speak for a moment. “Alan, that is so generous. Thank you so much.” He could feel his eyes growing wet, and saw that Alan, too, was tearing up. “Your kindness really is overwhelming.” “Ricky, I don’t have to tell you what to do, because you’re already doing it – you’re taking all that kindness, making it your own, adding full measure of your own kindness and compassion to it, and spreading it into the world around you. That, more than anything else, is what makes me so proud of you, as proud as if you were my own son.” “I guess I really am your son now, in so many ways more than I ever thought I could or would be.” A gentle smile spread across Alan’s face. “That’s my good boy.” He said it with his old, characteristic jaunty wink. “Thank you, Daddy.” They both laughed at that, and Ricky went to prepare some lunch. He was still laughing, and he could hear Alan chuckling away in the armchair by the window too. Carstairs returned three days later with the updated document for Alan to sign. Dylan came that day as well. Meticulous as always, Alan reviewed it all and read the new sections with extra care. He signed, and Dylan witnessed the signature. When Carstairs left, Alan sat back with an immense sigh of satisfaction. The pain was more intense now. In a few more days, Alan was bedridden. Ricky cared for him in every way, helping him with the bedpan and sponge baths, giving him the pain medications, turning him in bed regularly when the pressure on one side became hard to bear. Then came a night when Ricky awoke in the small hours, feeling a hand clutching at him. He sat up, switched on the low bedtable light, turned to look at Alan, heard the harsh breaths in his throat. At once he knew – this was it. Alan reached for him again. Ricky lay down one last time beside Alan, letting the sudden strength in the wasted arm draw him close. Just like when we were young, Ricky thought. Alan was trying to speak, to form words between the little gasps for breath. Ricky moved his head right next to Alan’s face, listening intently. “Ricky… I know now… you were the one, always… I… I love you… forever....” Ricky’s eyes were streaming with tears as he realized at last the bitter truth about himself and knew in full what he had thrown away so casually, years earlier. “I love you, Alan.” He kissed Alan fully on the lips. The muscles contracted, tightening in a final grip around his shoulders, and then the arm fell away, lifeless. Epilogue: Legacy Ten years to the day after Terry’s death, the Terry Westover Memorial Center officially opened its doors to clients. Richard Manningtree, the Executive Director and Founder, spoke about the Center’s guiding philosophy of providing maximum assistance and options to LGBTQ people who chose to make difficult and significant changes in the way they lived their lives. He paid tribute to the late Terry Westover whose life had inspired the whole concept of the Center. He outlined the services the Center offered, from substance and sex addiction counselling and therapy to transition assistance and services for gay men exiting from porn and sex work. He also described the quite separate but equally vital work of providing end-of-life counselling and assistance, and access to grieving therapy, two more areas lacking in services geared to the special needs of the LGBTQ community. He then introduced the executive members of the Center’s Board of Directors: Steven Rotherham, Chair; Daniel Nakamura, Treasurer; Dylan Carroll, Secretary; Dr. Siegfried Magnus, Medical Director. Among the other members of the board were more of Ricky’s friends, including Ryan and Leo who had known him for years, and had known Terry as well, ever since the Twink Heaven days. The official opening concluded with the unveiling of two dignified wall plaques: In Honour of Terry Westover Leader, Supporter, and Head of his Chosen Family. That one had been paid for by Paul, who had not been able to attend. Ricky paid for the other. In Grateful Memory of an Anonymous Donor. After the ceremony concluded, the board and the executive director went together for lunch, not to transact business, but to reminisce about everything that had happened between them over the years since they had all come to WeHo, at different times and for different reasons. The lunch was Ricky’s personal thanks to all of these friends who had made such an impact on his life in their various ways. After lunch, as they were saying goodbye, Dylan said wistfully, “I wish Alan could have been here to see this day. You must really miss him, Ricky.” “More than you’ll ever know.” “You loved him, didn’t you?” “Yes. But I never realized that until the last moment, when he told me that he loved me. His final words. That’s when I said it. ‘I love you, Alan.’ And I meant every word of it. I’d finally figured it out – late, but not too late.” Dylan said no more, letting a long and heartfelt hug speak for him before he and his best friend headed home together. Alan’s “small personal gift” to Ricky had been the penthouse. Ricky had been shocked at first, when Carstairs had told him. But then he put it together with Alan’s final words to him and deciphered the hidden message behind the gift. He could almost hear Alan’s voice explaining it to him: “This was our home. Not mine. Ours.” But Ricky couldn’t live there. Not without Alan. The memories in those rooms, and the realization of what he’d lost when he’d left, were more than he could bear. The eye-popping sum for which it sold made him a multi-millionaire in his own right, a status which he’d neither sought nor desired. But now he had it, and the penury of his early arrival in California was long gone, but not forgotten. This sudden access to wealth allowed him to help individuals and to donate to community causes that lay close to his heart – very much on the quiet, just as Alan had always done. Behind his back, some jealous members of the gay community took to making sarcastic reference to him and his new-found wealth by calling him “King of the Twinks.” By this time, of course, he had long since ceased to think of himself as a “twink.” He would always show a slim build to the world but “twink,” as he saw it, was a label for a boy. He didn’t know about the unofficial title, and if he had known, he wouldn’t have cared. Small minds discuss people, as he was now only too well aware. Also gone but not forgotten were his wild and promiscuous younger days. Now he had become a man who was only attracted to the idea of sex if he felt an emotional connection to his partner; random hookups were no longer of interest to him. He was uncommonly young to reach that point, but then (as he often reflected) he had pretty much crammed fifty years of living and learning into less than a decade. Nor was it surprising that he and Dylan had wound up sharing a permanent home, as Dylan’s trauma had driven him into the even sterner feeling of being completely asexual. At the first meeting of the board of the Alan Bryors Foundation, Ricky had been shocked to look at the financials and see for the first time the sheer size of Alan’s fortune. Even with the penthouse passing to him, a few bequests to other institutions, and the ten million dollar donation to the Terry Westover Memorial Center, Alan had still left an estate not far short of eighty million dollars. That meeting elected Richard Manningtree as the Chair of the Foundation Board, and with that vote Ricky truly became a king in the world of benefactions. Alan’s legacy of kindness and service continued to colour the outlooks on the world of both Ricky and Dylan, as they pursued their paths through life. Both men had become empathetic old souls, long before their years as measured on the calendar suggested advancing age. It was on Ricky’s thirty-fifth birthday that Dylan brought up the key point. They’d gone out for dinner together, and had a great time, laughing and joking together as they had always done – in between quieter moments of recollection and reflection. After dinner, back in their new condo, closer to the ocean in Santa Monica, Dylan turned serious. “You know, Ricky, if you look at us carefully, we’re carrying on just like an old married couple now. We’re sharing a home, sharing a life. We go places and do things together. We sleep in the same bed more often than not, and you’re one of the very few people I can bear to have touching me and holding me. We’re both over the whole casual sex thing for good, and what we have suits us both right down to the ground. Why don’t we just drop the other shoe?” “What are you saying, Dylan?” “Let’s get married. In reality, we’re ninety-five percent of the way there already. Each of us fulfils a central role in the other’s life. We might just as well acknowledge that truth to ourselves and to the world. There are married couples that have been together for years and never achieved the kind of closeness and common wavelength we share.” Ricky thought about it and laughed, with a wry edge. “You know what, Dyl? You’re right again – as usual. But no big show or celebration.” A week later, the announcements went out. Mr. Richard Manningtree-Carroll and Mr. Dylan Carroll-Manningtree are pleased to announce that they’ve finally given up fighting to escape their destiny and decided to confirm the obvious by getting married last Friday, October 21st, 2039, at City Hall, Santa Monica, California. * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

So I went to my usual Spanish sauna today. I started off in the darkroom and immediately got kissing with a group of about four or five hot Spanish men. Very quickly one of them started fingering my hole that was already prelubed. I ain't messing around anymore wasting time so I always pre lube before going in. As I was wet kissing one bearded guy, another guy slipped into my hole. As he was fucking me the guy I was kissing supported me from falling. They may have been together and working as a team I don't know. When the top fucking me shot his load and pulled out, the guy kissing me spun me around and took his place, sliding easily into my lubed and cummy hole. I was then kissing someone else. This process continued until I was fucked by about four or five Spanish tops. All in the same group. When the men had finished with me and the group dispersed, I left the darkroom. Outside I saw a guy who is my absolute perfect dominant top. He has fucked me many times going back about three years. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me towards him. He kissed me passionately, then pulled my head back and spat in my mouth. I was putty in his hands. Again. He is a massive man. Strong, muscular, dominant and at times I am slightly scared of him which adds to the attraction. He said to me in Spanish... Cabina... Now. I'm going to impregnate you. He is an alpha male. I cannot refuse him. Which again, slightly scares me at times again. We went into a cabin and he stood beside me. He told me to get on my knees and clean his cock. To show him respect. I immediately obliged. He then pulled me up and pushed me face down onto the bed. He put his mouth to my hole. He felched a lot of come from my hole, grabbed me by the neck and spat it into my mouth. He then kissed me passionately. He asked how many loads I had taken. I told him 4 or 5. This made him even hornier and again he pushed me onto the bed. Kneeling on the bed he fucked me so hard I hit my head against the wall. I begged him to give me his load. He insists I refer to him as Señor. I have no problem with this. He shot his load deep inside me and held me down for about a minute after he came. When he pulled out he grabbed me by the hair and told me to clean his cock. As I was doing this he told me to savour the taste of the five loads coating his cock. I did this so willingly. I have never showed such care and attention cleaning a tops cock......

Chapter 1 – We Meet at Last I’d been chatting online with David for a while. He is a 24-year-old guy and says that he has never been with a man but knows that he wants to experience everything that two guys can do together. He first hit me up because he likes older guys and is looking for someone with experience to introduce him to gay sex. As a 64-year-old, I was doubtful that we would ever meet but it was fun to chat with him and find out more about him. He told me he is 6’2”, 190, with dark hair and blue eyes. We never exchanged face pics, but he sent me several other pics. He’s well-built with a nice hairy chest. His cock is larger than average, and his ass is hairy too. I convinced him that some guys, like me, really like a hairy ass. He had tried shaving in the past and felt that it was tough to maintain, so he had let the hair grow back. He also told me that he had a beard. I’m shorter than him at 5’11” and weigh about 195 pounds. I have blond hair that is going grey now, with hazel eyes. My body is only lightly hairy. Overall, not bad for 64, but it is hard to see how a handsome 24-year-old would be interested. Nevertheless, we continued our online chatting. We’d gone through the standard laundry list of things guys do when David asked me if I had ever partied. I told him I had, and it made a fun experience even better. He said he wanted to try T but had never had the chance. If we got together, I’d make damn sure he had the chance! David asked me if I had any plans for an upcoming long weekend. Some buddies and I had talked about getting together to party and play, but I told David that I was free. He asked if it would be OK if he came down to see me. I said he would be very welcome to come and visit and told him that he could stay as long as he wanted. He said that he would be there Friday evening. Before Friday, I made sure that my playroom was well stocked with poppers, lube, toys, and all the other things that we might end up needing. The sling was ready to go, and I had lots of food and drinks for us. David arrived around 8:30. He was quite handsome and was dressed in shorts and a tight polo shirt. Some chest hair peeked out around the collar, which is always a turn-on for me. His arms and legs were also covered in some nice fur. I was wearing a pair of shorts and a T shirt, with a jockstrap on under my shorts. We started out in the living room, taking the time to learn a little more about each other now that we met in person. I offered him something to drink, and he chose beer, so we both had cold bottles in our hands. After some awkwardness, we started talking about our sexual wants and needs. David confessed that he had gotten and given a few blowjobs and had once had a guy eat his ass. Unfortunately, that was the guy who suggested that he shave his ass to be more acceptable. I assured him once again that a lot of guys like a hairy ass. “Why don’t you take off your clothes and show me your hairy ass?” I said. David demurred a bit, so I suggested that we could both undress each other. He was OK with that. First, he took off my shirt, and then I reached over and lifted his polo over his head. Damn, he was a hot guy. Defined chest with hair in all the right places. I felt him up a bit, then licked his nipple to see how he’d react. He responded well, so I spent some time working over his chest and nipples with my hands and mouth. I worked my way lower and played around the top of his shorts. I could tell that his cock was straining against the fabric. I unbuttoned his shorts and slowly lowered the zipper. He was wearing a pair of white Calvin Klein underwear. I buried my face and nose in his open shorts, mouthing his hard cock through the fabric. He was moaning and writhing around and then got up to take off his shorts. I said, “Let’s take off your underwear too”. David replied, “Only if you do it too”. Of course, I was happy to oblige, but I was planning to leave my jockstrap on for a while. It’s gotten a lot of use, shows some wear, and has a great, sexy aroma. My shorts came off, and I pulled David’s underwear off his tight body. He had a nice bush surrounding a sweet cock. It was hard and throbbing and about 8” long. Reasonably thick too. His balls were hairy, and when I reached back to pull his cock towards me, I was able to feel his wonderfully hairy ass. His cock pumped out a spot of precum, which I gladly licked off his dick. He shuddered in delight as my mouth touched his cock. David stood there, so I crouched down in front of him to take his cock in my mouth. I love this position since it allows my hole to open up. Knowing what was coming through the night, I wanted to be as open and available as possible. While sucking his dick, I was also massaging his ass. While his dick was great and kept giving me more precum, I really wanted to see his ass. I sat down on the sofa and said to David, “Turn around and show me your ass.” He did, and my cock leaked some precum. He had one hot ass! Nicely furred with dark hair, I could see how it got more dense in his ass crack. He also had that sexy triangle of hair on his lower back. I leaned forward to rub my face all over his ass, licking and fondling as I went. I probed a little bit around his hole but wanted to save the best for later. “Let’s go in the bedroom and get more comfortable,” I suggested. He nodded, and I led the way into the room. David’s eyes grew wide when he saw the playroom. He said, “I guess you have had some good times in here”. “And we are about to have some great times,” I replied. “Let’s get the party started”.

Hey, you can call me Jack. It all started about a year before. My wife divorced me and took my house and hall my money. Why? She found out I am Bisexual. Here is the thing, I never cheated, never watched porn, never did.anything that could be considered unfaithful. She asked one day, I was honest and said yes, and she left. After the divorce, I decided that if I was going to lose my marriage over this, I would go ahead and embrace it. I went out and fucked around with guys. I am in great shape and am well endowed. Eight inches hard and thick. Getting guys was.not a problem. With all that I let a top have his way with my ass one night. Great sex. The thing was, he gave me the bug. I found out I was.HIV+ as a result. After that I stopped, for a while. It was after that when my daughter, Terri, moved in with me. She was on my side during the divorce. She left college to help me with all that happened. When Terri moved in she changed. She started wearing less around the house. Showing off her body. Encouraging me to.go out and fuck guys. Wanting to hear the details about it afterwards. Sitting on my lap. While I tell her. After a month of this she finally just said what was going on, "Daddy, how many hints do I need to drop until you give me what I want?" I was.confused. She was wearing a robe and took it off, revealing her naked body. "I have been trying to get you to fuck me and infect me with your HIV. Daddy your little girl wants your bug." What happened next was a flash. I was in my bedroom,.naked myself, kissing my daughter and scraping the inside o her pussy with my fingernails. I knew she was bleeding inside. There was no need for foreplay. I just pushed my hard dick into Terri's wet cunt. It felt so good to be inside my daughter. I have never fucked anyone so hard. She was screaming, "Fuck me daddy, fuck me with your poz.cock. Make me an infected slut. Make me your AIDS whore." That was all I needed to hear, my load was coming. "Here it comes baby, your first toxic and tainted load." She came while !y load shot into her, infecting and.corrupting her. "Thank you daddy." "We are not done yet." I said with evil intentions. I flipped her onto her belly. I was still hard and horny. She wanted to get pozzed, properly. Her juices was all the lube I needed. I forced my dick right into her virgin ass. Her scream was loud and intense. She couldn't speak. I could see the pleasure in her eyes. She was enjoying her father forcing her into anal. I lasted longer this time. She came several times. "I am close darling. Daddy is going to give you a.second load. You ready?" She barley spoke, but managed to squeak out, " do it daddy. Let the dick that made me be what kills me." I unloaded more HIV sperm into her. I kept going for a third one. She was too worn out by then to do more than groan with pleasure. When she came down with the fuck flu we went to the ER to confirm what we already knew. Her was HIV positive. When she recovered, we celebrated. We went to a sex club and let several men fuck her raw. They had no idea what was going to happen. My daughter is now my HIV wife. We share the bug with both men and women. Stealth sex with unsuspecting victims.

The weekend was approaching and I was cruising for some action on Craigslist. I noticed an ad stating there was going to be a barebacking fuck party and they needed more bottoms. So, being a committed BB bottom, I responded. The guy (Sam) explained he and his buddy (Nick) were renting two adjoining rooms for the weekend at a hotel and there would be no more than four bottoms - they were both bottoms and needed two more bottoms for the party. They were renting two adjoining rooms each with two queen beds. After exchanging notes, I understood that I needed to be: 1. Cleaned out at all times, including before I arrived for the party. Additional enemas would be administered as needed. 2. I could not refuse any cock and its load. 3. Poz loads were a definitely a possibility, and, were highly likely. 4. The party started Friday evening and continued until Sunday afternoon. 5. My holes were to be available for loads the entire time. 6. All fucking was going to be bareback - absolutely no condoms were allowed! Being neg, I worried about the poz loads, but the lure of that much cock invading my ass over a weekend was too much to resist. I signed on. I arrived cleaned out, but had mentioned my predilection for wine enemas. Having brought my own supply of wine, and it still being early on Friday afternoon, Nick and Sam, the organizers of the party, gave me a nice wine enema upon my arrival - 50-50, white wine (it doesn't stain if leaked) and water. I let it soak in for an hour and just after expelling it, our first two tops arrived, Being a bit tipsy, I was ready to suck and fuck. We had drawn numbers as to who would be invaded by the first cock. I had been lucky enough to be number two, and so it was in no time I had sucked the second cock nice and hard before rolling over to feel its owner stick it deeply into my tight (well, within reason), asshole. I was in heaven, taking my first cock, and its load, of the weekend. One I knew would be the first of many cocks and loads, far outpacing anything I'd done up until this moment. As I was getting my hole pounded by more cocks, er..., more tops showed up. I reveled in knowing that some, if not all, would be using my hole for their pleasure, and that I'd be taking my pleasure from them. At that moment, only slightly high, the knowledge that some loads would be poz, crossed my mind... I also knew that I had agreed to taking any and all loads and that, most likely, I would not know the "status" of any cock and its load inside me. Though still somewhat sober, I knew I was committed for whatever was going to happen to me. After responding to the ad, and finding out the "rules," I'd done some soul searching and finally decided that, if I hadn't already done so, sooner or later I'd take an, unknown to me, and even perhaps to its giver, a toxic load that would poz me. Getting pozzed, or, somehow, "dodging the bullet," was going to be a matter of fate. Perhaps, like some, Maybe, by an odd stroke of luck, I was resistant to the virus. Perhaps not, but travelling the path I was, of barebacking every cock I took, unless its owner wanted a condom, could (would?) result in me getting converted sooner or later. I had decided to stop worrying about getting knocked up and just accept it when it happened. Soon enough, my first load was in, and it was followed in no time at all by three more. Then there was a lull in the action, so, Sam suggested another wine enema, and of course, loving enemas, and wine enemas even more, I agreed. About the time it had soaked in nicely, six more tops showed up. I quickly lost the enema so my hole could be at their service. I began to lose count of who had their cock inside me and how many loads I'd taken so far. Part of the problem is that, since two of us were sharing a bed, sometimes the top went back and forth between our assholes. But also, the tops were circulating between beds and assholes, so who knew what cock was inside them, and for that matter, who cared? After who knows how many cocks and loads, someone decided I needed yet another wine enema. Who was I to protest? After letting it soak in, and expelling it, I noticed a clock read 11:00 PM and things were getting lively, As soon as one cock unloaded into me, it was replaced by yet another one, I was now beyond knowing, or caring, whether or not it had left its load in me. Viral status? What did the word "toxic: mean at the moment? Neither my asshole nor my inebriated brain cared. Yeah, there were guys, who as I recall now, who had scorpion and what (I now know to be bio-hazard) tattoos in the room, but which cocks had slid into my ass - well, by now, I no longer recalled, nor cared. Now I know what those tats meant, but at that point, I didn't. Not that it would have mattered. Poz loads were now not just accepted, they were readily accepted. Poz loads are part of barebacking, and I was an eager and committed barebacker. Poz loads are simply part of the deal, and sooner or later, one will convert you or not. I do recall one guy mentioning, as he shoved his cock balls deep into me, "I hope you enjoy my hot load." I asked him what ne meant by that, and he said he was pumping me full of his poz load. He sure wasn't the only one to tell me that, but which guy and which cock he was connected to began to blur. At that point, I knew I'd signed onto taking poz loads and at this point, so much poz seed was inside me, more wouldn't really matter. The guys (whomever) gave me another wine enema, and after that, sometimes I woke up vaguely knowing my hole was getting fucked really hard and good. I have no idea how many cocks and loads I took. At one point though, I was woken out of my drunken stupor by anal pain! My hole didn't just ache. The pain was intense! Stabbing! I finally realized that that something huge was inside me and that it was furiously pistoning in and out of me! "Take my poz load you bitch!" Well, I was just conscious enough to know that this guy was pounding the hell out of my hole and he was going to pump a deadly load really deep inside me, and... I was ready for it! I just relaxed, laid there, and reveled in the sheer pain he was giving my hole! I was calm, even though the pain of him ripping me open was intense. The wine numbed me and made it okay. I willing took his toxic load, and if he pozzed, me, then it was fate. In fact, as I laid there and faded back into sleep, I craved his huge cock and the toxicity of his load. Then I fell asleep again. I don't know how many other cocks unloaded into me after I fell asleep. I don't care. I just appreciate that their owners deemed fit to use my abused, open, receptive hole for their pleasure, even while I was drunkenly asleep. Maybe it was as much of a turn on for them as it was for me, to know they used my hole while I was "out." Whatever happened to me while I was that drunk, I deserved. In the morning, I awoke, my hole ached, but, as agreed, I stayed for Saturday's fun. Every stroke hurt my hole, which I accepted as my just dues as an anal bottom. with a hole for someone else's use and pleasure, (including mine, even if it hurt). Yes, sure enough, the fuck flu hit me - pretty hard - as one would expect. I am no longer the neg fresh meat at these parties (I am now part of the trio that organizes them, and I know I was somewhat set up, but I don't care, I had it coming and knew the risks going in), but my (not so longer tight) hole is still appreciated by all of the tops. Plus, even though I am a committed bottom, I have enjoyed sharing the gift, both as a bottom, as well as the occasional top.

As I wait for my next 'client', I think about how I ended up here: waiting on a bed in a 20 dollar hotel for whatever guy to whom he’s sold my cunt. I can see his sadistic grin in my head when he told me “Tomorrow’s client is a gonna be a doozy. Get some rest.” I guess you could say that this is all my fault. If I just hadn’t been so uppity. I guess I should go back to the first time. I had just turned 18, just graduated high school. I’m a blue-eyed, brown haired jock with a baseball player’s body that is naturally smooth. About 5’10” and 160 pounds of shredded muscle, thick legs, meaty pecs and arms, and an eight pack. I had been hitting the gym since middle school and still do because I really like sports. I was really excited about going to college in the fall; the only downside being that I would be away from my girlfriend. My girlfriend was hot! Captain of the cheerleading squad, tiny little waist, and 36Cs - just perfect. Anyway, I had lived with my Dad since I was about 8. My mom and he divorced and she had issues, so my Dad got me. We had always gotten along until my senior year in high school. We always fought about one thing or the other, and there was also something odd in his attitude toward me. I couldn’t figure it out. Well, until that day. My Dad and I had just had a fight a week earlier where I went off on this whole tirade about how I was 18 now and I was a man and he needed to treat as such. We went round and round, but I always came back to that same phrase – “I’m a man now! Just like you!” Boy, I wish I hadn’t said that. Well, the next Saturday, my Dad asked me if I would drop off a letter and duffel bag to one of his friends on my way to the gym. “All you have to do is take this over to his house, and he’ll give you something in return to bring back,” my Dad said. I told him I would, and as he handed me the duffel bag and letter, he had the sadistic grin I’ve learned to distrust, and he said, “Thanks, son, I really appreciate it.” I had no idea what I was heading into as I found the address on the envelop and typed it into my iPhone. Dressed in gym shorts and a tank top, I headed out the door and drove to my Dad's friend's house, which I found easily enough. Grabbing the duffel bag, I headed up to the door, rang the bell and a guy about my Dad’s age answered the door a few seconds later. He was about 6’ tall, salt and pepper hair, and green eyes. He was thick - not fat, but definitely not skinny, and not a muscle guy. Just thick and masculine. He wore some sweat pants and a sleeveless shirt that hung open, showing his hairy torso. He had clearly been doing some lawn work. I introduced myself saying “Hi, I’m Gary’s son. He told me to drop this off to you, and that you would have something for me.” The guy looked somewhat puzzled, repeating my line "“He said I would have something for you?” With that, he accepted the duffel bag and envelope, and opened up the letter and began scanning it, saying at the same time, “He told me he was sending you over to drop off some money he owed me, but he didn’t say anything about a—“ He abruptly stopped talking, clearly taken off guard by something he read in the letter. I just stood in the doorway and watched him, not exactly sure what was going on. He went over to the duffel bag that he had left on the counter and unzipped it, looked inside, and then looked back at me with a grin not unlike my father’s. He kind of sauntered over to me, nodding his head, and sizing me up. He clicked his tongue a few times as he closed the door behind me. I looked up at him, “Is everything alright? I need to get to the gym. You have something for my Dad or what?” “You’re not going to the gym today.” “What do you mean? Yes, I am!” I snapped back. “Do me a favor,” he baited. “Go look in that duffel bag.” I was confused, but wanted to put an end to this cryptic behavior. I walked over to the duffel bag, putting my Dad’s friend between myself and the door. I lifted the flap and almost pissed myself when I saw a bunch of sex toys of varying sizes and shapes. I was so stunned that I didn’t even notice my father’s buddy had come up behind me. His beefy arms hugged me forcefully from behind and I felt his scruff run like sandpaper over my ear as he whispered, “Those are going inside of you, boy.” Within one or two seconds of struggling, I knew that this guy had easily overpowered me, and so all I could muster was, “What the fuck are you talking about?” “I’m talking about you being my cock socket for the afternoon,” he said and then licked up the side of my neck. It disgusted me, but it felt good, and I was even more confused. “Your Dad owes me money, and he’s paying with your holes.” And with that, one of his calloused hands went under my tank top and took my right nipple between its index finger and thumb and began rolling it around. I had never had my nips played with like that before, and I was overwhelmed by how good it felt. My cock started to stir, and I didn’t know what to do. “Just like a bitch to like her nips pinched,” he said and he tossed me toward the back of the couch. “Dude, I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t do this, I’m straight,” I pleaded, perhaps just to remind myself. “Somehow, I doubt that,” he laughed. I started to get pissed, “I have a girlfriend!” “Oh, I’ve heard about your girlfriend, and that doesn’t prove shit. Listen, I’m owed a debt and I plan on collecting.” “Listen, if my Dad owes you money, he’ll pay you. This is just a misunderstanding, you don’t have to take it out on me.” The guy just laughed at me as he approached me with the letter that I had brought over. “There’s no misunderstanding. I’m not taking anything out on you. This is your father’s idea.” I couldn’t believe what he said. “You’re lying! My father would never do that!” “Oh really?” He grabbed me hard, tossing the letter on the couch. There was nothing he would do to me that I could fight. He was just too big, too aggressive, too manly. He spun me around, locking one hand around my throat and thrusting the other hand down the back of my shorts. He was obviously pleased that I was wearing a jock strap (I WAS planning on going to the gym), and explored my hairless cheeks and hole, not pushing in yet. Once again, my dick jumped. Without warning he forcefully bent me over the back of the couch so my face was in the cushions and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. “Read the fucking letter bitch boy while I eat your cunt.” And with that, he cupped a butt cheek in each of his hands, spreading my ass, and for the first time (but not the last) I felt a mouth lick, suck, and slurp at my smooth pink asshole. I had to get my bearings before I could read the letter. I mean, all these feelings were washing over my body. His mouth felt sensational but I was repulsed by the thought of being with another man, but it felt like the natural order of things to be submitting to this bigger, more manly guy. His tongue plunged into my ass and at first, my pucker would tighten around his tongue, not use to this slimy invasion. But soon, I was pushing out, trying to wrap more of my insides around his talented tongue. All of a sudden, he spit on my right ass cheek, rubbed it around, and open palm smacked my ass, “I said read the fucking letter, faggot!” Fuck, my ass stung! I howled out and whimpered, but what started as a stirring with my nipples getting tweaked turned instantly into a full-fledged boner. I forced myself to focus on the letter in front of my face. It read: Hey Buddy, I know I owe you $20 from that pool game the other night, but frankly, I just don’t feel like paying it. But I do want to make good on my debt so I’m giving you my son for the afternoon. I know how you lean, and I want you to teach him a lesson. He’s gotten pretty fucking lippy with me going on and on about how he’s a man now and wants to be treated like such. He’s a little priss-ass queer and you’re the guy to treat him the way a little faggot boy needs to be treated. Put him in his place. You can start by letting him read this letter…it’s time he learn some things. First of all, I want you to use the toys in this gym bag on him. I want his hole stretched and stretched good. I have more plans for using this little bitch. Feel free to spit on him, slap him, piss on him or in him, humiliate him…and yes, fuck him anyway you want. Fuck him raw and send him home with at least one big load of cum in him. I’m aware of what that means, and yes, I’m sure. Make sure he keeps it in his ass because when he gets home, I’m going to scoop it out and feed it to him. He can consider that the final exam to this lesson. Make sure you keep him there until at least 5 since I’ll be fucking his girlfriend at our house until about 4:30. She’s a hot piece of ass, and I’ve been fucking her for almost a year now. That’s how I found out what a little pencil-dicked bitch he is. I felt guilty when I started fucking her a year ago until I found out what a lame fuck my son was. He’s never once gotten her off and he won’t even eat her out. That reminds me, make sure you make him eat your ass so he gets over that hang up. The point is, I knew he had to be a faggot if he couldn’t fuck this hot little cheerleader good…so disappointed in him. So I stepped in and took care of her. You and I will have to tag team her sometime, but I’ll make you use a condom on her. Or who knows, maybe not. Maybe we can both get her pregnant. Okay, so have fun, man! Use his mouth and ass as if they were pussies that needed your babies. Return him to me broken in and with no doubt in his mind that his purpose in life is to be dominated by real men. Put him in his place, and I’ll be sure to keep him there. Oh, and if he resists at all, remind him that he either submits to you or he can kiss college goodbye, and he’ll be slinging fries at a McDonald’s for the rest of his life. See you at the pool table, Gary As I finished reading, I was torn between the tears streaming down my face and the saliva running down my balls. This stranger’s mouth and tongue were making my ass feel better than it’s ever felt, but the information that I had just been bombarded with tore my heart out. Images of my girlfriend screaming in orgasm on my father’s cock flooded my brain and I wanted to bawl, but then the tongue behind me would push through my outer ring again and I would moan uncontrollably. Suddenly, he stopped and stood up. I looked back over my shoulder at him, my eyes red from crying. He smirked, “I see you finished reading it.” I nodded. “You know what’s next, right?” he asked. I shook my head no. “I break you in. And break you, I will.” Part II coming soon.

Cant thank you enough for sharing this with us @daddybear54 , but will try: Thank you! This community is lucky to have you here with us, sharing your talents, your words, your artful expression of it all. Thank you!

Reminds me of the cherry pie recipe on cans of Crisco!

As a teenager jerking off multiple times per day, vaseline was the go to, available lube. I remember it most a few years later training my hole for dick. Guys had tried to fuck me but it always resulted in failure as it hurt so much but I so wanted it. I began using a candle and finally brave enough to buy a dildo at the adult book store, both coated with vaseline. Within a few months I was getting fucked...bb of course

Vaseline for the base coat. Reapply silicone, water-based or spit as needed. Your choice.

I almost always use Vaseline 😁💅🏻💦 it lasts a long time, it’s mild for the hole and gives just enough friction to make it a perfect fuck

I do ATM in a group setting, even if the dick is coming out of someone else ass. It shows respect and lets others know how much you appreciate their actions.

My young FB asked if he could bring a buddy. Always!! I love younger guys for their stamina. He's really into daddies and I'm sure I'm not the only one he fucks. I didn't think buddy was really into daddies as much as his friend. His cock wasn't as big as his friend but once we got going he turned out to be a very horny enthousiastic fucker. Maybe it was just the idea of fucking someone together with his friend. I didn't really care. The both nailed me really good and pretty long. Four loads! Yum!

Got a load from André Hunke when I visited Brazil last year. He's got!

Today at my place. Had a 25yr old hottie over with a good thick 7 inch dick. He’s just entering my hole when we hear something downstairs, my husband was home unexpectedly! I’m a cheating whore so the hottie jumps into the closet, I grabbed his stuff and hide it and jump back into my shorts. Finally husband goes on a work call. I sneak the hottie downstairs into another room, he went to put his jeans back on but instead I went down on my knees and put his cock in my mouth, he was hard again in seconds so I turned around and let him push that dick into my hole where he blew a load. He kept using his dick to push his load in further. I’d say he would of pumped loads into me all day if we were alone. this is one I won’t forget #closecall

Do I need to give dates - okay, here we go" Jeff Allan (P-Twon Paul) - Hot Desert Knights, Raging Stallion Austin Shadows - Treasure island Media Okay let me check through my old phone book, I have their "REAL names: but I can't mention those for fear of being charged with doxy-ism. I have several others but I need to look through and get the studio and screen name ---- more to follow.

Bare sex with a top finishing inside you is out of this world. There is no way to describe it. Soon you will find out!

It was a few weeks later. Jason had undergone a change in more ways than one. At one point the very last thing he wanted to think about was what he’d done with Steve, or as he now referred to him, Boss. As Boss had predicted, his toxic cum had done the deed. Jason had undergone his conversion, feeling as sick as a dog and full of regret one minute, and increasingly hard and horny the next. He knew it had happened. He knew he’d converted, and the results from the home test kit had confirmed it, and as he acclimatised to his new predicament, and as Boss had predicted, he was growing into his new, true form. Jason had stayed off the dating sites during this time, only checking in occasionally to wank off to some of the ‘never’ and ‘needs discussion’ profiles. It was evident that ‘safe’ was no longer an option or held any appeal for Jason now. Then late one Friday afternoon he received a message. At first he didn’t recognise the name, then when he went into the private gallery, he immediately knew it was Steve. “Oink pig” “Oink Boss” “How you been keeping?” “Not so good lately, but now feeling better and hornier. I think you might’ve done the trick” “Nice one. How does it feel?” “It was rough but now I feel constantly horny. Is this the brotherhood?” “Hehe. Yes boy. It sounds like your application for membership has been successful” “I didn’t expect it to feel like this. I just want to get out there now” “You not gone out yet to celebrate?” “No, part of me wants to obviously” “Why don’t you come over, boy?” Jason sweated. Of course he wanted to do this. He knew he had to. He hesitated at first and then… “Sure, when you free?” Jason’s cock stirred at the idea, arranging a future date with Boss and… “I’m free now. Bring that suit. Or better still, gear up and cab over with it on” Jason got harder at the idea “Okay, sure” “That’s my boy. You know Boss wants you. I want to welcome my new brother” It took all the strength Jason had not to explode at that last message. ‘Brother’. That’s what he was now. A brother. Jason excitedly went off and retrieved the sports bag under his bed and unlocked the padlock. There it was – the suit that had caused this new rebirth. He pulled it out, lubed it and slid into its welcoming constriction. He then fired up his cab app, and booked his trip and put a tracksuit on over his fucksuit. As the cab made its way across town to Steve’s flat, Jason felt a renewed excitement. The nervousness of his previous visit a distant memory. Steve had given him the code to let himself in, and the sweat building in his suit gave him a shiver as he walked up the stairs. What had begun as an opportunity to get some cheap rubber had now led him down this path. After Steve had first fucked him, he spent most of the next day with him, discovering the pleasures of raw sex. All during that session, Steve had been certain to breed Jason three more times and the memory of that weekend had been keeping him horny throughout the last few weeks. Even when he was at his lowest ebb, the pics that Steve had sent him of that time – of Jason in the sling, or posing in his biohazard gear, and trying on other pieces – were enough to turn him on. However this time, Jason was now Steve’s equal. A newly converted and confirmed poz pig. And now it was time for a rematch. Jason let himself into Steve’s flat. Again, it was tastefully lit and Jason now knew his way around it. “I’m in here” Jason wandered down the hallway towards the playroom, and as he entered, his eyes were greeted with the sight of Steve lying in his sling wearing his trans rubber fucksuit with a black biohazard detail on his chest. He was smoking weed and broke into a broad grin as Jason stepped into his eyeline. Jason unzipped his tracksuit and threw it into the corner. Jason slipped on the waders that were waiting for him, to the delight of Steve. “Oh look at you, my beautiful brother. Come here.” Jason stepped towards Steve in the sling who removed the spliff from his mouth, and received a blowback when their lips met and kissed. Jason instantly relaxed, his horniness showing no sign of abating. “Here, strap me in brother” And Jason secured Steve’s legs and wrists into the loops of the sling, to the eternally grinning Steve’s delight. “How do you feel, Boy?” “Fucking horny, Boss” “Good boy. I have waited for this moment. The cycle to complete. You’re one of us now, brother. I took your last neg load boy, and so it’s time to reward and thank your boss with your first toxic fuck.” “Yes, brother” Jason surveyed the scene. The man who’d converted him – the predator – was now his prey. It was only fair and right to thank him. “I bet you’re nice and fucking toxic now, pig. My seed has done the job. I’ve recycled you into what you were always destined to be, my brother.” “Yes boss…” “Oh no, we’re equals now boy. We’re brothers. Pass that amyl and hoof it down. I want your poz cock in me brother” Steve unzipped and freed his hardening meat, and took a few blasts on the poppers. The scene now had clarity, the rubber felt better than it had ever felt on him. He leant down and unzipped Steve’s rubber at the crotch, exposing his toxic cock. The thing that had rebirthed into this – a poz pig, a brother. “Fuck yes brother. Breed me brother. Reward me with your toxic seed” It was enough to send Jason over the edge, but in the poppered haze, he positioned himself at Steve’s hole and worked his cock in. “Ah yeah. That’s it. Feels beautiful doesn’t it?” “Yes brother” – Jason was getting into the spirit of the occasion now – “let me flood your hole with my toxic seed.” “Fucking yes, brother. Reward me, my creation” It didn’t take long for Jason to build up a rhythm. Inside his now rewired mind he somehow knew how perfect and right this felt. To be a pozpig. A brother. He was doing what his was now destined to do. He had acquired skills he never knew he had during that fuck. Freeing Steve’s hard cock, equalling Steve’s poz chat. It was like he was a natural. Before long Jason knew he was close, his frantic fucking of this man, his pozbrother, was such a turn on that it wasn’t long before he blasted his toxic brew into Steve. Gasping, horny and feeling somehow right. Steve had moaned like a bitch all during this time, and inwardly congratulated himself for what he’d created. Jason fell onto Steve’s body and the two kissed passionately. The bond they’d formed and this moment was everything. As Jason stood up, he began to unstrap Steve from the sling, and Steve slid his way out of the seat and stood face to face with Jason and kissed again. “Thank you my brother. Thank you for rewarding your maker. Your recruitment has been a success.” Jason, a little cockily, then stared into Steve’s eyes and said “Kneel” Steve grinned again, “With pleasure” and fell down to his knees and started to suck on Jason’s pozcock. As Steve finished cleaning, he stood up again and kissed Jason again. As the two engaged in a passion that Jason had never know, Steve pulled away from Jason, and moved him towards and into the sling. “Now it’s your turn brother.”

I hope everyone had an amazing Christmas weekend. Im back to work and still reeling from what happened a few days ago. For those of you who have read my stories before, you know I've had a rough patch a few years ago. Ive been through a long recovery after about a decade of partying hard and fucking and getting fucked by lots and lots of men. Ive been leading a much healthier life than I had been. I rarely drink and haven't done any drugs of any kind for at least two years, with the exception of a toke of weed every now and then when im not drinking at parties. Well, this holiday season has been kinda crazy. I haven't shared a story in a while, as Ive been trying to keep busy at work and stay on the straight and narrow. And to be honest, i still feel like I'm maintaining good health. Even though, some on my path would say that this last weekend i would have been considered to have fallen off the wagon, so to speak. It didnt start out that way. I got invited to my regular annual gym Christmas party. Nothing out of the ordinary. I am pretty up front with everyone at my gym that I dont party like I used to. And that im trying to live a healthier lifestyle. And thats how it started. As I was getting ready for the party, which would usually just be the core group of crossfitters, we're all pretty close and we all work out together pretty much everyday. The owners of the gym are two brothers, both very sexy. They have their wives and kids, who I know all very well. We've all been to each other's houses for dinner and all different occasions. And the brothers really supported me through my crazy time. Even during me coming out, they both stood by me and helped me through some very volatile times. They're really incredible guys. There are also A LOT of very sexy people that go to the gym. Many guys and girls that are high performing professionals, a couple firefighters, one cop, and a bunch of other finance guys. And ALL of them are in amazing physical condition. (I would definitely recommend to anyone thats looking to get in the best shape of their life, to join a crossfit gym.) But I digress... I was getting ready for the party. I showered, cleaned up, shaved, and douched...just in case i ended up wanting to go out afterward if the party was boring. I showed up to the party. Its held in the gym and its a bunch of familiar people. I arrived about an hour and a half after the start, so that I wouldnt have to have the awkward conversations with some of the people that I maybe didn't know. This way, they would be a little drunk, and I could just sneak in and hang out with my gym buddy crew. By the time I walked in, everyone was already VERY drunk. I didn't expect the party to be as rowdy as it was at this time. It was only 8:30pm. When i walked in, there were a few of my friends that saw me and came running up. Drunkenly telling me how excited they were that I was there and that they weren't sure if I was going to make it. Which, I assured them that I in fact did make it. I was handed two shots and instructed to take them right away, as I needed to catch up. So i quickly did both shots. Tequila, so it wasnt tough to do. But, as Im trying to be on my best behavior, and this kind of an environment can be a little triggering for me. I kept it at that. After a few minutes of chatting and laughing with the group that greeted me at the door. One of the brothers saw me, made his way over and gave me a tight hug. The hug lasted a little longer than it should have, but i didn't mind one bit. He is bigger than me. Im a pretty big guy. Im nearly 6'2" and weigh about 240lbs, but in his arms I feel small. I chalked up the lingering embrace to his being very very drunk. He was slurring a bit telling me that he's glad I came. Then he turned into the party and announce my arrival to everyone. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the centre of a big group of people in the back of the gym. There was a kitchen sink, a fridge, and a long counter that stretched along the back wall. It was a make shift kitchen for the staff at the gym to be able to keep their food cold while they worked and wash their dishes afterward. But tonight, there was a big plate on the counter and people huddled around doing lines of what I would assume to be coke. The first brother who greeted me, we'll call him M, still had me by the arm. He brought me to his brother, we'll call him S to let him know I made it to the party. S, also grabbed me and pulled me in for a very tight hug. He also rubbed my back a little and let his hand slide down toward my ass. He left his hand resting on the top of my ass and lower back while he talked to me, practically resting his forehead on mine. He was so close to my face. He was telling me how glad he was I made it and that it wouldn't be a party if I wasnt there. His hand then slid onto my hips and he pulled me in again, practically grinding his dick into me. (I want to remind everyone that these brothers are both painfully straight. They are both very aware of how gay men want them, but they are always very respectfully rejecting advances. They are both married and both have kids. But their wives only let them out to party with gay guys, because they know that they are safe and not going to do anything that would jeopardize their marriages.) They also both know that I really dont do hard drugs, so when S saw me looking at the pile of coke on thr plate, he grabbed my face and made me look at him directly in the eyes and said, "No! I've got something else for you." He pulled me back out of the crowd and lead me to the bathrooms. The bathrooms were each individual rooms with a sink, toilet, and shower. We went in one and he closed the door and locked it. Then pulled out a little baggy with edible marijuana in it. He gave me one and said, if i wanted more just let him know. Then, the strangest thing happened. He told me to open my mouth. So i did. Then he put the jelly candy in my mouth with his index finger and thumb. Then pushed the candy to the back of my mouth with his index and middle fingers. It was incredibly erotic... out of nowhere. We just stared into eachother eyes while he did it. I closed my mouth around his fingers and sucked on them while he slowly pulled his fingers from my mouth. My heart was racing. I didnt expect that. And didnt know how to react. He smiled and let out a big laugh. Then leaned in and kissed me on the mouth and whispered, "You're a fucking dirty boy." Then he turned around and left the bathroom. What the fuck just happened?? I stood there, absoultely stunned. S, was so fucking hot. I had always fantasized about him and flirted with him. But he never gave any impression that this would ever happen. I'm friends with his wife. Ive babysat his kid. Im friends with his sister. I swallowed hard and then took a drink from the bathroom sink faucet, then left the bathroom and joined the party.

Introduced to Vaseline by my dad leaving it in my night stand with a towel and a note saying it time you start washing your own laundry and sheets! Lol! I loved fucking with it too!

I love FF...but, haven't done it in over a year so you can now stick a piece of coal up my butt and get a diamond in a day!😉 For those of you into wearing other men's underwear etc....when I was younger(legal) I was invited to a university with prospects of going to school there. I had free access to the campus so I was able to go tothe gym..etc...while there I watched their diving team practice and got the hardest boner, I went looking for bathroom to crank one out...I found the entrance to the men's swim team lockerroom and went inside...it hadn't been clean and a bunch of towels and speedos were lying around on the benches, hanging from locker doors, and on the floor....Don't judge me but yes, I stole a few speedos and went back to the hotel and sniffed them and jerked off...while at it, jumped on the internet and looked up the swimteam and match the swimmer by his number that was imprinted on the side of his speedo...two very tall hot all American white boys...one with a smooth chest and one with a huge treasure trail...I still wear those stolen speedos today

Chapter 2 – The Corruption Begins In Chapter 1, I tell about finally meeting up with David, a hot and hairy 24-year-old that I have been chatting with for a while. We’re naked (well, I’m still wearing a jockstrap) and in my playroom. We sat down on the couch in the playroom and felt each other up while making out. David was a good kisser, and I knew that his tongue would feel good in my ass. He was stroking my cock through my jockstrap and making it leak precum. He noticed the wet spot on the front and rubbed his fingers around it, making the wet spot grow bigger. David’s cock was hard the whole time (ah, youth). It looked great standing up in his dense fur. I would lean down and lick off the precum that he was pumping out but held off on a full blow job for a while. I would also massage his balls and move my fingers further down on his body. When I first contacted his hole, he shuddered in delight. He had told me about getting rimmed by a guy, but that guy didn’t like eating a hairy hole. David was going to experience getting rimmed by a guy who loved hairy hole. David said that he wanted to try T, so I asked him if he wanted to smoke a bit. I had smoked some before he got here, but now was the time to share. He said, “Only if you do too.” Of course, I wanted to and was ready to go with a pipe and lighter ready. He had smoked pot before, so he kind of knew the process. I showed him how to melt the crystals and generate some smoke in the pipe. Once the smoke was swirling, I held the stem to my mouth and took a deep hit. I looked him deep in the eyes while I blew out a nice cloud and said, “Are you ready?” He nodded, so I applied the lighter and got the smoke going. When it was ready, I held the stem to his lips and told him to inhale and hold it in. He did, and I watched the rush come over his face as the T hit his body. He exhaled and said, “That was great!”. Of course, this was the opening of a new door in his sexual experiences. I told David we should shotgun my next hit, so we started kissing when I took a huge hit. Wanting to get him really spun, I blew it out into his mouth quickly so that he would get the maximum benefit. We smoked more, sometimes shotgunning, sometimes blowing out our own clouds. David’s eyes were glazing over, and he was looking hotter than ever. During the whole smoke session, we were feeling each other up, and I was pleased to see that David was keeping his dick hard. “Let’s get you in the sling,” I said. It took a little bit of maneuvering to get him in the sling, moved down so that his ass was hanging off the end, and his feet were in the stirrups. Fuck, he looked awesome laying there, with his hairy ass opened and his hard cock laying on his hairy stomach, oozing precum. He was well-spun and looked totally at ease. I licked up some of the precum and took his whole dick in my mouth. He moaned and started thrusting into my mouth. I sucked him for a while but didn’t want him to cum yet. There was a steady flow of precum, which I eagerly swallowed down. Taking his dick out of my mouth, I moved down to licking his balls. They were covered in hair and smelled great. I’d look up at him to see if he was doing OK. He was in heaven, writhing and moaning in ecstasy as I worked on his balls and taint. I slowly moved my way down to his hole. Using my hands to massage and open his ass, I was kissing and licking all over his hairy ass. Occasionally, I’d run my tongue over his hole and was pleased to see it pulse in response to the stimulation. Once I knew that he was ready, I went for his hole, licking around it, moving my tongue in a circular motion, and applying some light suction. David’s hairy hole was awesome. The hair looked so sexy, all matted down with my spit, and his hole was responding nicely to the work. He had reached down to spread his ass wider, so I decided to start tongue fucking him. When my tongue first entered his hole, he gasped, and I felt his hole contract around my tongue. But, then, he got into it and laid back to enjoy the ride. “Let me take some poppers”, he said. The bottle was near him, but I didn’t know if he knew what they were, but it was obvious that he was aware. He took a short sniff in one nostril, then a deep hit in the other. While he held that, I lightly prodded his hole. Once I knew that they had taken effect, I went in for some deep rimming. David moved down a bit in the sling, opening his ass up more and shoving his ass in my face. I reciprocated with some deep tongue work and some suction. I was basically making out with his ass. Once the poppers wore off, David relaxed back in the sling and said he needed a break. Before getting him out of the sling, I cleaned up the precum that had worked its way out of his cock during our rimming session. He motioned me to come up and make out with him, so I licked up a nice blob of precum and shared that with him. I helped David out of the sling and gave him a big hug once he was standing. Feeling his hairy body and hard cock pressed up against me was exciting. We stood, hugging and making out for a while, when David said that I should get in the sling. I got in the sling, and he helped put my feet in the stirrups. Once I was settled in place, he sat down on the stool at my ass and said, “Wow, this really does spread your ass wide. Was mine that opened for you?” I assured him that it was. He just nodded and smiled at that. David started by mouthing my cock through my jock. When I party, I rarely get hard. In fact, my dick often shrinks down to almost nothing. It’s OK because my ass is my primary sex organ when I party. David was having a great time working his mouth over my strap. It has piss and cum stains on it, and I know that it has a great, heady aroma. He pulled the pouch aside and sucked my cock into his mouth, tasting the precum that was oozing out of it. He worked his way lower down and took my shaved balls into his mouth. Either he had done this before, or he was a really quick learner since he knew how to give my balls and good workover. I moved down a bit more in the sling so that my ass was even more accessible to him. He saw what I did and moved his mouth lower down, and started working around my hole. He hadn’t told me that he rimmed a guy, but he seemed to know what he was doing. He spent a lot of time licking my hole on the outside and started a bit of probing with his tongue. He was tentative with this, which is understandable for a first-timer, but he got into it after a while. “I really want to fuck you,” he said. I showed him where the lube was, and he lubed up his cock. I grabbed a bottle and applied some to my ass. He placed his cock at my entrance and slid it in. Damn, his thick cock felt great inside me. He soon had a good pumping rhythm going and was really enjoying himself. I took a few hits of poppers at one point and started to ride his cock, moving my ass back and forth in the sling, which elicited some groans of excitement from him. It wasn’t much longer when he said, “I’m gonna cum.” “Shoot it in me,” I replied. He sped up the pace and soon buried his cock deep in my ass as he pumped out spurt after spurt of cum. He looked dazed afterward and kept slowly pumping his dick inside me. The cum had made my ass sloppy, and he was able to slide around freely. He slowly pulled out and said, “That was fucking awesome!” I told him that we’d only just begun. He helped me out of the sling, and we staggered over to the couch. It was time for some refreshments and maybe another round with the pipe. But, the night was young, and we were just getting things going.

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Next time you see him, ask him what his diet consists of ... I'd modify mine to match his, if it meant I could come anywhere close to matching his output !!! Even if it included eating raw celery, which is the only (excuse for) food that I simply detest ....

Makes daddy me wanna stay ripe, drink lots of water and shop a lot today at places with good n plenty nasty mens mens rooms😈

Chapter 1 – Starts with Gene, Ends with More I met Gene at a bar one night many years ago. That night, we went back to his place to have sex and we’ve kept in touch since. Over the years, both of us have broadened our sexual horizons and have shared most of that with the other. Gene is now 42, tall, bald, and stocky, He has a great beard and a hairy body. I’m 44, tall, with short brown hair and a dad bod. There’s a bit of hair on my chest, ass, legs, and such, but no one would call me hairy. The first night was all about oral. We’d been drinking, it was late, you know the drill. We sucked each other off, and Gene surprised me by happily swallowing my load. The next time we met, we got into some rimming which led to Gene fucking me. Back in those days, we played safe with a new partner. Over the years, our tastes and interests have developed. Gene was the first one to bring up bareback, and I was the first to mention a sling. Gene brought up fisting, and I brought up pnp. We realized that we had lots of mutual interests, so we continued to meet, except now we’d party and fist each other in the sling. Gene came over one Friday night. We had planned a session that would last a few hours. Little did we know what the night had in store for us. I live in a ranch house out in the burbs. It can be isolating, but it’s also nice that we can make all the noise we want without bothering neighbors. Gene still lives in the gayborhood in the city. Where I am, there aren’t a lot of people on the apps, especially if you’re looking for something more exotic. Gene got there, we stripped, and lit the pipe. He was first in the sling. He’s got a great hairy ass and hole, and I really enjoy fisting him. First, I started out by eating his ass, getting it nice and ready for the deeper play. Plenty of Slam Dunk went into his hole to lube him from the inside, then I added a healthy portion of JLube. The same went on my hands, Slam Dunk first, topped off with JLube. We’ve played together enough that we know what the other’s tolerances are and I knew that Gene liked to go at it hard and fast. So, I inserted two fingers to start, added two more, and then worked my fist into his hole. He likes when I go deep on the first insertion, so I went in as far as his ass would allow. While I was in his hole, I’d clench my hand into a fist, letting him feel the fullness. One of the great things about fisting in a sling is that either guy can take the lead. Sometimes, I’d be in control, and other times, Gene would take over and ride my arm. We were having a good time getting his ass opened up, but he wanted to take a turn in mine. So, Gene got out of the sling, and I got in. Same drill with the lubes, and Gene was soon inside my ass. I prefer a good stretch at the start and Gene provided that to me, He would leave his knuckles at the entrance to my hole and flex them, letting me really feel my hole being opened up. We also did some depth play. We decided to take a break and smoke some more. That also meant checking the apps. Imagine my surprise when a couple showed up on nkp that was reasonably close by. They were both into fisting and pnp, So I sent them a message. It turns out they had moved in recently and were noticing the lack of available play friends in the area. We exchanged info, and I invited them over. They said they’d be there in about 30 minutes and had product that they could share. Will and Tom arrived as expected. They were psyched to find serious players nearby, and we all hoped that this would work out. They’re both mid-30s and handsome. Short hair, nice, toned bodies, and great personalities. Will is hairy and taller than his smooth husband, Tom. They quickly stripped down to jock straps and offered up their stash. We had a pipe ready to go, so we started with that. While we were smoking, I started playing with Will, and Gene went with Tom. We were fondling each other, tweaking nipples, and fingering holes. They seemed willing and eager, so Gene suggested that Tom get in the sling. He got in, and we got him settled with the stirrups and made sure that poppers were nearby for both. I could tell that Gene was excited about getting to fist this handsome man. The lube process was the same as before, and Gene started gently probing Tom’s hole. After just a short while, Tom said, “Just stick it in already!”. So Gene did. His hand slid easily in Tom’s ass, showing the skill of the younger man. Tom’s face showed his pleasure at being fisted by Gene. While Will and I were fooling around on the bed, he confessed that they had a hard time finding other fisters to play with. He told me this could be the start of a good thing for all of us. It certainly seemed good so far. Gene was feverishly fisting Tom’s hole. He’d go in deep, pull back, and sometimes come all the way out to reenter. Tom looked to be enjoying himself and was helping himself to regular poppers to keep the mood high. He looked great getting fisted, He’d reach back and finger around his hole and sometime spread his ass wide for Gene. Meanwhile, I was munching on Will’s hole while he sucked me. He had a nice hole with a good amount of hair around it. I like fisting or toy play with a guy with a hairy hole since it’s hot to see the hair dragging through the lube on your hand or the dildo. Poppers were used by both of us, and I become a total ass fiend when I’m snorting poppers and eating ass. Will was having a good time, and he was a great cocksucker too. Eventually, Tom left the sling, and Gene suggested that Will climb in. We decided to smoke some more before that, but then we got Will in the sling. His hairy body and orange jock strap framed his hairy ass nicely. Since I had already been rimming him, I went for the fisting right away. He took my large hands easily and really liked to control the motion of the sling. That was no problem for me, so I let him spend a lot of time riding my arm. Clearly, both of these guys were experienced at fisting, and they seemed to be enjoying our company. I had high hopes that there would be many repeats of a session like this in the future.

My name is Robert Kendall Allen, and this is the story of how I got pozzed. My mother was barely 18 when I was born. I never really knew my dad since my mother wouldn't marry him. She told me nothing about him except that he went away to college while my mom went to the local community college and worked while she raised me with help from her parents. I heard that my dad ended up moving away. I'm not sure where he moved, but I know he never returned to our small town in Illinois. While he had left the town in which he was raised, nevertheless I always would get a birthday card every year from him. He never missed a birthday, until today, the day I turned 21, and this omission is not his fault since he has no idea that I moved out of the small town where I had lived for the first twenty years of my life. Here's how I ended up leaving home; a couple months ago I my mother caught me in bed with another man. Actually the guy was one of my high school teachers. He had been fucking me since my junior year. To say she freaked out would put it mildly. After my teacher left she told me I had to be out off her house by the end off the week. I didn't wait that long and by the next day I had all my shit packed in my car and left. I had a buddy who lived close-by who let me crash with him in exchange for sex, so when I wasn't at my crappy job at the local WalMart (or servicing my straight bud) I was on my laptop seeing who was out there with whom I could play while I temporarily stayed with my 'friend'. I've always been attracted to the older, daddy types. I've never used a condom and knew the risks involved with bareback sex, although I never really chased the bug until now. While on-line I discovered Breedingzone.com and Bugshare.net. The stories always had my dick hard. The thought of getting pozzed up by an older guy and becoming his boy filled my dreams (and my jack-off sessions). I then discovered Barebackrt.com and started my search for the perfect man to knock me up. I concentrated on the listings for Chicago, knowing that city would afford me an excellent chance of meeting the right man to poz me, and when I decided to make the trip to Chicago, I also decided to post my itinerary on bbrts, mentioning I would be at Steamworks, and that I looking to play with an older poz guy. I threw all my belongings in my car and drove the 3 hours to Chicago and quickly found my way to Steamworks, parked my car and went inside, asking for a locker since my funds were limited. I stripped out of my street clothing, and draping a towel around my 28" waist, I went to explore the place. I quickly learned that there were a number of older men who'd love to 'take care' of a boy like me, 20 something, 5' 9", 135 pounds, blond hair, blue eyes, lean, smooth build. The one common factor that these Daddies shared was that they were all interested in pozzing-up bottom boy - like me. It didn't take me long to find the man of my dreams. He was in his 40s, about my height, muscular, with blond hair and blue eyes (like me) with a nice piece off meat between his legs (it had to be 5" semi soft). I didn't pack much less and at full mast I am nearly 8". What caught my eye was the biohazard tattoo he had just left off his trimmed pubes. It seemed that I caught his eye as the two of us did this 'dance' as we moved around the place. I lost him for a while until he came up behind me saying seductively "I've been waiting for you to get here." "You saws my post on barebackrt?" "Yes, Boy, I did. Where are you staying in town?" "Don't know yet, just thought I'd check this place out and see what I might 'find'." "What are you looking for?" I answered him, "Anything that may 'CUM' my way" with what I hoped was a seductive smile. With that, the dreamy guy introduced himself as 'Greg', and invited me to join him in his room. I introduced myself as Kendall, using my middle name, thinking my middle name might give me a fresh start. I followed Greg back to his room and once we were inside he shut and locked the door. Greg had a room with a bed on one side and a sling on the other. After we were in his room Greg pulled my towel from my waist exposing my entire body to his inspection. He leaned over and kissed me, his tongue entered my mouth as his hands explored my body. He was touching me in all the right places making me feel so good. I was hoping that this might be the man who would give me what I was seeking, that Greg was the poz Daddy who would take care of me. Greg placed his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me to my knees. I knew what he wanted and took his cock into my mouth, showing him my skills at sucking cock. His rod easily slid into my throat, engorging as time when on. Soon enough I found myself working on an 8" thick cock. After I had worked his cock to to his satisfaction he pulled his hard tool from my hungry mouth and as I looked inquiringly up at him, Greg looked down at me and said, "You're a damn good cock sucker boy, you ever party before?" I knew what he meant from the stories I'd read on breedingzone, "No Sir, but I'm open to the idea." Greg got an evil grin on his face as he led me over to the bed. He had me sit down as he rummaged around in his bag. He pulled out two syringes and a little baggie containing a white crystaline powder. I assumed (correctly, I later learned), it was Tina. He filled both syringes just over half way with the drug. He then added water and waited for the contents to dissolve. Greg then pulled out a tourniquet and worked it over my bicep. He had me pump my fist a few times as he looked for a good vein. Greg spoke to me as he swabbed my arm with some alcohol, "You're going to feel a little pinch when the needle is stuck in your arm. I'm going to pull back and get a flash of blood in the barrel to make sure I've hit the vein. Then I'll empty all this in your arm. When I remove the tourniquet you'll probably feel a warmth rush up your arm. You will feel like you can't breath as you cough out a few times. Then the drug will hit you as your heart begins to beat faster and you'll feel very warm. I want you to go with the feelings and ride the rush. Once you're ready I want your mouth back on my cock as I do myself." Greg had me lay back on the bed as I watched. He found a prominent vein, suck the needle in, pulled back a little to get a small flash of blood and as he pushed the plunger down emptying the contents into me he said, "Ready or not, here it cums!" Greg released the tourniquet and, just as he described I felt a warmth go up my arm into my chest. I felt as if I couldn't breath, I coughed hard two or three times, and then sensed a flush and my heart began to race. I also heard a distinct ringing in my ears and felt as if my eyes were rolling into the back of my head. As I rode my first rush, I looked up at Greg as he smiled down at me. I knew I needed to pleases this man and would do anything he commanded. I just lay there for what seemed like an eternity (but in reality was a couple minutes) when I knew I had to pleases this man, this God who I hope would be the man to not only give me the bug, but maybe he would make me his boy. I knew I needed to pleases this man. I got down on my knees and between his legs to service him as he administered his own slam to himself. I took his semi hard cock deep into my throat. I never knew that I could swallow a man like I was doing to Greg at that moment. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Greg apply the tourniquet to his arm I watched as he swabbed the vein he was going to use. I could see him stick the needle in himself as he drew back to get the small flash in the barrel. Just as he had done to me moments ago, he emptied the entire syringes into his own arm. I heard the click as he removed the tourniquet. He coughed out almost like I had as I knew the second the drugs hit his system. I felt his cock throbbed to its hardest I had felt in my throat as I swear I could feel him cumming, or maybe he was just precumming, but it felt like a ton was flowing out of his dick. Greg didn't say a word as he placed a hand on the back of my head and began to fuck my throat. I felt for a moment that he was going to cum right then and there when he stopped. He lifted my chin and I rose up with his touch as he kissed me with a passion I had never felt. Each of his touches was electric. I knew I wanted this man and he was about to take me, make me his right then and there. My hope was that he'd make me his forever! As we kissed he led me over to the sling. I climbed in without any difficulty and he helped me put my feet in the stirrups as I laid back looking up at this magnificent man. He kissed my feet, licked my inner legs as he worked his way between my legs. He paused for a moment as he licked my balls and sucked my semi-hard dick. The sensation was incredible. I could feel myself getting a little harder but I never reached my full potential. Then Greg went back to my balls and then onto the area between my sack and hole - I felt an increase in pleasure beyond what I had ever known. When he finally found my quivering hole, I thought I was going to explode. I uncontrollably began to moan and writhe around. The more he licked and worked his tongue inside me, the more I wanted his cock, the more I wanted to be he poz bitch. "FUCK GREG! I need you inside me. I need your poz cum, your DNA coursing through my veins." Greg didn't speak a word - he just shoved his hard cock in, balls deep, looking down on me as he began to slowly fuck my ass. I could feel every inch of his cock slide in and out of my ass. I'm not sure how long he had been fucking me, but I was certainly enjoying every second. After a couple of minutes of steady fucking, he began to pick up his pace, fucking me harder and faster only to stop, lean in and kiss me before he'd start fucking me some more. He occasionally would pinch my nipples or squeeze my balls as he worked my hole with his cock, keeping up this rhythm for what seemed an eternity of pleasure. After quite a length of time he asked "You ready for my dirty seed, boy?" "Fuck, yes. Your dirty seed will make a great birthday present." Greg then grunted and slammed hard into me as he grunted "OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING! TAKE MY CHARGED LOAD BOY!" as I felt his cock thicken and spasm inside me. I swear I thought I could feel his load as he deposited it inside me. Greg fought to catch his breath as he leaned in to kiss me, his tongue making its way deep into my mouth. After we kissed he pulled back and said, "So today is your birthday in so many ways. Today you'll be born into the poz brotherhood. How old are you today?" as his still rock hard cock was slowly pumped my hole working his charged seed into the walls of my ass. "I turned 21 today." Greg never acknowledged that he heard me when he started to slam fuck me again, "I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN!" as his cock once again spasmed inside me once again filling me with his poz seed. "Did you say you're 21 today?" "Yes, sir I am. And you're making it a special day for me, especially since I didn't get my yearly birthday card from my father." Greg looked a little shocked at what I told him but he seemed to brush it off. Suddenly he asked, "Why didn't you get you father's birthday card?" as he continued to work his hard cock inside my cummy hole. I told him the details of how my mother had kicked me out of the house and why I made the decision to seek out a mature man to poz me and (hopefuly) take me in. As I told Greg all this he seemed to know me. He looked down at me with the biggest shit-eating grin I'd ever seen as he began to fuck me harder and harder. He wad fucking me so hard I thought the sling was going to break. Greg grunted out as he seeded my hole again. He had deposited so much cum inside me already some was spilling out as he continued to fuck me as, I'm sure, more was being worked deeper inside me. We kissed again, but there was something different about this kiss. It was more like a kiss two lovers would share. After we stopped kissing, Greg looked at me still with that grin, "Your using your middle name, your first name is Robert." I was shocked. How did this guy I just met know my real first name!? "How did you know that?" Greg never stopped fucking me. He just looked at me as he kept pumping away. "I know your real name because I'm your father." Hearing that had my semi-hard cock going rock hard. Greg kept in fucking me as we kissed again and again. I felt his cock grow harder and thicker deep inside of me. We kissed as he shot yet another load inside me at that same exact moment I shot what I hoped to be my last neg load thinking 'MY OWN FATHER POZZED ME!'

The first question I would ask you is, are you taking your medication as prescribed, regularly, without missing doses? Or are you being lax about it? You ask us if you’re downplaying HIV, but your actions will tell us more than your words. If you are taking your medication as prescribed, without fail, find another doctor. This one is being irrational. On the other hand, if you were being totally irresponsible and non-compliant taking your meds - in other words, downplaying HIV - then pay attention to her. She may be exaggerating the risks a bit, but she may be doing so in an attempt to startle you into compliance, since plain information hasn’t gotten through to you. I am extremely meds-compliant. I have missed exactly two daily doses of ART in the nine years since I started. When I called for my most recent refill and mentioned this to the pharmacist, she said, “Wow, we need to introduce you to some of our other patients.” And in spite of that, I get blips in my viral load count. It just happens, for various reasons. Regardless, your doctor is not wrong that you could get reinfected with a meds-resistant strain of HIV, but this is true regardless of your meds adherence. If the strain of HIV resistant to your ART, it’s going to bypass it whether you’re taking it or not, and the meds won’t be a barrier. The reason you’re at risk for it is that you fuck bare, and you fuck people of unknown status. It’s also why you’re at risk for STDs like syphilis. This doctor sounds as though her belief standard is that prevention trumps all risk, and she would rather see you curtail your sexual choice - or not fuck at all - to ensure that you remain disease-free on her watch. She fails to understand that your body belongs to you, not her, and you alone decide what risks you are willing to take with it. She does not sound very sex-positive, nor understanding of gay lifestyles, and you might be better served by a gay doctor who understands you better. Many members here attest to having such physicians. If you elect to keep this doctor, I suggest you do two things: 1) Take your damn meds. Every. Single. Day. No excuses. Do whatever it takes to make sure you get that pill in you every day without fail. 2) Tell the doctor, politely, something to the effect of: Thank you for your earnest advice. I appreciate your concern for my well-being. I have listened very carefully, and understand the risks to me as you have explained them, and there will be no need to repeat it. I will conduct my life in a way that seems best to me, and continue to count on your care, whatever may happen.

I meant "legally abused and raped" as in using the legal definition of abuse and rape to describe its scope and effect.

No load refused.

Local teen slut dropped by earlier today after he'd been cruising - ate his cummy hole and gave him his 4th load of the day

I’m a STRAIGHT student in my first year of Uni’ my only problem in life was I am broke, sitting in my room one evening watching porn (as any self-respecting 18 year old does) thinking about how I could make some money a pop up hit the screen showing a guy on a web cam show mmm there’s an idea, how hard could it be show off my blonde slim young body and get paid!!! at 130 lbs 5ft6 with not an ounce of fat, sporting a 8 inch uncut cock and heavy balls, I thought I was bound to be a hit, perfect plan. It was really easy to set up my account all I had to do was unload a profile picture, confirm my status, easy Virgin, sexuality very straight done, location Brighton UK. The site confirmed I would get paid for private shows. Ok time to go live with my cam’ once online I quickly got a message for a PVT show from user Brighton123 and I hit accept. Brighton123 was straight to the point with Hey Sexy strip for me. I removed my tee shirt and started playing with my showing my hairless slim toned body, tiny waist and six pack, he messaged back nice sexy so take the rest off, I removed my jeans and turned round to show my sweet little bubble butt, turning back round to show the outline of my hard throbbing meat under my briefs, come on sexy show me that sexy butt so I pulled my briefs down and cupped my butt cheeks in my hands, damn that’s might fine the message came back, I’d love to fuck your butt, I’m not gay sorry. No problem sexy just bend over and show me your ring I am the paying customer, so I bent over and exposed my ring to the cam, perfect the message came back. Now wank for me and cum over your chest so I laid down showing Brighton123 my hole, heavy balls and hard 8 inch cock, soon enough my balls started to hardened as the cum realised from my sack and worked its way up my throbbing cock exploding out of the head releasing at least 7 large shots of cum over my chest, nice now eat it, the message came so I licked up the salty cum licking my lips. Brighton123 then messaged me saying if your not gay why are you doing this? I replied I am desperate for the money, oh that a shame you’ll get jack shit on this site, look me up on BreedingZone and message me if you want to make some real money. Okay I replied and he signed out. I checked my cam account and was in credit by £3.82 damn that’s no good. Logging out of the cam I was angry all that for 3 quid that’s BS I thought, after a short while I had created a BZ account and looked up Brighton123 the picture showed a really fit guy in his forties with a massive cock and low hanging balls, the head of this cock was purple and so big, why was I getting hard? Why was I turned on? I’m straight! The next picture was of him shooting a load on the hole of a slim mixed race twink damn it was hot. Any way I decided to message him to find out about his offer, soon enough he messaged back to cut a long story short it ending up with him sending an Uber over to pick me up as I was local. I arrived as I pressed the doorbell my stomach was in knots, soon enough the door opened and this stud of a man welcomed me in introducing himself as Jay. We sat in Jays kitchen drinking a beer, then Jay said so you want to make some real money? Yes, easy reply. Jay explained that he runs a successful private gay sex business and could earn anything up to £1k depending on what I was prepared to do, he explained that a top fucking gets 30% of the take the bottom 70%. I was really confused here I was being offered good money for gay sex. Jay said no pressure just think about it, he also said he was putting on a show with a twink that night and that I was welcome to watch or take part. Jay said “look sign these agency release forms, no pressure just in case you want to take me up on my offer”. Mistake I signed without reading, Jay basically owned me as I would later find out and that I could not refuse any load and that the only release from the contract was his choice. My head was still spinning when the door opening and this sweet mixed race twink came in (the one for the BZ picture, I was sure) who’s this the sexy twink said Jay said I don’t know his name but he seems interested in being with us tonight for the show. Awesome the sexy twink said as he went straight to Jay and kissed him, then to my surprise he came over and started kissing me I was in shock but so hard at the same time he reached round and cupped my but cheeks and said damn sexy. Jay said come on stop he is cock is tenting his trackies, was I gay really!!! Jay said to Max the twinks name go get me cleaned up and I was taken into a bathroom, really strange it had chains hanging from the ceiling, Max started kissing me and before I knew it I had wrist cuffs on both arms and was attached to the chains. Max stood back and shouted to Jay that I was ready, ready for what I thought. Jay came in with a Camara on a tripod and said lets get started and spoke into the mic’ “Pigs a special night show tonight, we have a new twink a straight Virgin and he’s going to be breed tonight by both Max and I, with High Viral load unmedicated POZ cum, please welcome are new fresh cumdump, if any one wants to come round and breed him your welcome you know the fees, POZ cum only, he is getting gifted tonight Pigs” Max get his clothes off now and Max stripped me as I swore at them both, to which Jay said “Dumb fuck Uni boy read before you sign your life is mine now” Max shave the fucker, Max picked up the clippers and shaved all the hair from my head, grade zero. Jay the looked at me and said “nice, clean” he then asked me if I wanted Max to use the clipper on the rest of my body hair, to which I said NO fuck off. Great answer Piggy Jay said, Max get the hair removal cream and be sure to coat him good. Max came back and soon enough I was coated with the hair removal cream with extra on my cock, balls and hole, it was cold from the fridge but that didn’t last long for fifteen long long minutes my body was on fire and I cannot describe the pain in my nut sack it so intense. As I was screaming, Jay was looking at his Laptop and counting the number of pigs that wanted to breed me, 15 POZ fuckers so far, come on guys we need more, text your mates get them round he said into the Mic’. After 15 minutes Max turned on the shower above my head and the hair removal cream washed off leaving me as naked and hairless and smooth as the day I was born. Look at him now pigs Max said the count is 35 now, fuck your fucked, fucked, fucked Max said as he read out one of the messages into the Mic’ Aids Fucker is coming, he is full blown now and med’ resistant .😊 Max and Jay stripped off their clothes and I was greeted with the sight of Jay’s huge cock, Max’s cock looked as long, but Jay’s was so thick like a beer can. Max had a silver cock ring and ball stretcher with nipple piercings. Max get the dumb fuck set up. Okay said Max. He came over and pulled my legs apart and clamped them in chains, then got a ball stretcher and yanked down hard on my sack, I screamed whilst he attached the ball stretcher, then a thick silver cock ring was slide over and my cock and balls where extended and throbbing red, at which point he surprised by fully sucking me cock down his throat pulling my foreskin back over the engorged purple head of my cock, it felt so good my cock throbbed and throbbed as he worked his throat around my cock, I wanted to cum and my ball were busting but the ball stretcher was preventing any release. Jay said good work Max he passed on cumming for this dumb fuck, now do his nipples, Max took a needle and pieced both nipples the pain was immense as he fitted rings with a chain between then adding weights to pull at my nipples. Okay good work Max, lets get that Negative cumdump down and into the basement, chains where attached to my wrist cuffs and then to my ankle cuffs as he released me. I was walked down into this basement with all kinds of stuff hanging from the walls, slings, benches whip’s and huge dildo’s everywhere. Cameras and mirrors everywhere to capture all angles. Jay said to Max get him in the stocks I was bent over arms and head secured in the stocks, at which point I said please Sir don’t do this, Jay laughed and said it’s your fate, if you only read before you signed the contract both you and Max have that in common Cumdump. Jay pulled my legs apart and secured them in place. Jay then spoke into the Mic’s “look at that small pink hairless Virgin rosebud it will never be the same after tonight, it will bleed, be flooded with POZ cum, fucked and fisted remorselessly. We are going to take a break now, back in 30 minutes with our guests for the breeding, especially looking forward the Aids Fucker destroying his life. Part 2 the Breeding Only if you want pigs?

The bull took a hold of my tank top and tore it almost completely down the back. As the tattered shirt fell off my shoulders, he turned around, pressing me against the couch and clamped his mouth over one of my nipples. He began to suck and bite it making me whimper and moan. My dick was rock hard now as my shirt fell to the floor around my feet. His fingers found my other nipple and he flicked and scraped it with his fingernail as he continued to service my other pec. I clawed the back of his head and his broad back, needing the attention his mouth was giving. He came up for air and I looked down at my left nipple swollen, wet, and beat red. It seriously looked like one of my girlfriend’s nipples and that was the first time I realized the degree to which he was going to emasculate me. He snarled at me, “Just like a girl, likes to get his tits worked, huh?” I shamefully whispered back, “Yes.” He slapped my face and corrected me, “Yes, Sir.” At first I was taken aback, my cheek stinging and a bit angry, but when I looked back at his steely gaze, I knew I had deserved the slap for being such a sissy boy. “Yes, Sir,” I exhaled, trying strangely to please him. Instead, he spat a huge wad of saliva that splattered on my mouth, nose, and cheek, and then bit his teeth onto my other nipple, smearing the spit all over my face with one of his hands. As he chewed on my swelling nipple, one his hand roughly opened my legs, assuring me that there would be no asking this afternoon, no choices, no gentle nudges. He was intent on owning my body and using my holes as he saw fit. I felt like a whore, obligated to let him do what he wanted for a price. The price being $20. That’s what my ass and mouth were worth, my dignity, my manhood. And my father had determined the price. His hand reached between my muscled thighs and found my asshole, still slick with his spit. He nuzzled his fingers between my cheeks mumbling, “Fucking hot bubble butt,” and then continued to slurp on my chest while he pushed one of his fingers into my virgin ass. Nothing besides his tongue had ever been in there, and I began to pull away, yelping from the pain this small invasion was causing. His free hand shot up and caught me tightly around the neck, forcing me back down onto his finger. “Bigger than that’s going in there, boy, so you better just relax and get used to having things in your shitter,” he snarled, not looking up at me, just taking his mouth off my nipple long enough to say it and then return to making my nips puffy and blood-engorged, feminizing me further. His digit dug around inside of me, pressing against the tender walls of my ass, pushing into my insides trying to find where he met resistance, where he could push through flaps of tissue, where he could put pressure that would make me moan or whimper. Although it hurt, he knew where to push up inside of me to keep my dick jumping. I had never precum before but I felt wetness emerging from my piss slit. The finger started pistoning into my hole, making me whine a little with every jab into me. He kept fingering my hole, but brought is face in front of mine. He snickered at me, “You sound just like my ex-wife’s sister when I used to fuck her. Same fucking noises.” I looked into his eyes, my own eyes wide, in disbelief that I was letting another man treat me the way a girl was supposed to be treated. His eyes were hard and unforgiving, taking what he wanted, knowing I would submit, knowing he was stronger than me. More of a man. He pulled his finger out abruptly, which made my ass and legs shake with a sensation that combined both pleasure and pain. Before I knew it, he forcefully shoved his fingers, including the one that had just been in my ass, into my mouth. He scooped the fingers around my mouth cavity and over my tongue. I choked and gagged a bit, confused, but he just as abruptly pulled his fingers out and returned two of them to hole, shoving both back into my chute. I howled for a second, but he just planted them there, firmly against a spot that made me start to mewl. “This is just the beginning, boy. Do you know how good your cunt tasted? It was perfect - I can’t wait to turn it inside out. I’m going to wreck your fucking pussy so that I’m the only one that can get you off … and you keep crawling back here, begging me to fuck out your sloppy mancunt. You know what your mancunt is?” I didn’t answer, just sucked in a jagged breath not wanting to fuel his abuse. He waited a few moments for my reply, and when none came he crammed a third finger into me, growling, “This is your mancunt.” I whimpered and bit my bottom lip, feeling my asshole be stretched around almost this entire stranger’s hand. It was definitely humbling. “You know what your mancunt is now?” he baited. I looked down, ashamed, “Yes,” I said almost inaudibly, taking a glance at my nipples, red and protruding like a bitch in heat. But his line of questioning wasn’t done. “And what goes in your mancunt?” I knew the answer. I didn’t want to know the answer and I hated myself for immediately knowing the correct response, but I could feel his pinky and thumb getting itchy and I knew he would use me like a sock puppet if I wasn’t forthcoming. So I looked up at him, and almost pleaded for him to be kind, “Anything that you say goes in it.” “Don’t think those puppy dog eyes are going to make me take it easy. Come on, stud, you’re a big jock boy, you can take a sticking and keep on licking, can’t you?” He emphasized his open mockery by splaying the three fingers in my ass, widening the stretch in my anal cavity and making me feel like I had to pee or cum or both. “Your mancunt is good for one thing. Getting real men off. Remember that for later.” And with that, his three fingers slipped out of my ass and were shoved immediately into my mouth. My throat immediately tried to expel them, but he stayed firm and I was pinned to the back of the couch. “Clean ‘em off, whore. Learn to enjoy the taste of any ass, you worthless cum catch.” I had no choice and I closed my lips around his knuckles and he coached me through sucking on his fingers and using my tongue to get the slime from between each digit. I mean, his fingers weren’t that deep inside me (thought they felt like they were) so mostly it just tasted like old saliva. It was mostly the thought that made me gag, but I quickly got over that for the sake of getting my mouth back. “It’s lunch time,” my dominator informed me and lifted his arm above his head, leaving his pit completely exposed thanks to the sleeveless shirt he wore. As his torso stretched I spied the very top of a red and black tattoo peaking above the waistband of his sweats, but I couldn’t see enough of it to tell what it was. “Dig in,” he nodded his head in the direction of his open armpit. My face crinkled in confusion. He grabbed the back of my head with the other hand and jeered, “I said, bon appetite, fuck twat,” and he buried my face in his pit. The hair under his arm was soaked with sweat, pearling on the skin around the damp patch. The odor was strong. Not bad, just strong. A testament to the hard work he must have been doing before I showed up. Mowing the lawn, pulling weeds, hammering nails into a fence patch. My nostrils were filled with his pheromones and the remnants of his masculine chores. He jerked my head sternly and I took my cue. I began licking and sucking his arm pit. Such a strong taste. Not the bitter taste of deodorant as I would experience later with some of my other clients, but the overwhelming bouquet of man scent. It was the smell at the gym, or in the school locker room, or of one of my buddies after a pick up game of hoops that (I didn’t realize until that moment) always got me horny. As his intoxicating scent got me harder and harder, I went to town on his pit, using my full tongue to swipe the entire surface area of his under arm. He loosened the grip on my head, and eventually began to go back and forth between my nipples, tweaking them and rolling them between his fingers, increasing their irritation and my pleasure. I finally looked up at him breathless, panting with my mouth and cheeks covered in a thin film of my own saliva and his sweat. With one hand, he grabbed a hold of my bottom jaw and shook it slightly, “Good boy, you’re starting to learn your place.” He released my face and gave it a light slap, He gave my right nipple one more pinch and noticed my tenting jock strap. “And you’re getting hard, faggot boy. Let’s see that little pecker of yours. Come on, show it to me. Mister Big Man with the girlfriend…you can show it to her and she’s supposed to be impressed enough to date your ass, show it to me.” I reached down to the side of my jock strap, and for the first time I noticed the outline of his cock down the leg of his sweats. I had been in such a complete state of shock the past five minutes or so, I hadn’t even given a thought to how big his dick was. And he still wasn’t going to give me time to contemplate it, snapping, “Come on, you little cum dump, show me your dick.” I pulled the side of my jock strap aside and my penis popped out, fully erect and hard as a rock. The guy started laughing. He pointed and laughed. Now I know there were other guys in the locker room bigger than me, but my girl friend had never complained. Well, at least not to me, I guess, considering she was supposedly banging my dad. My father’s friend continued to laugh and point, “You call that a dick? That’s a weenie at best, and definitely not a cock. Wait a minute.” He opened a drawer in the island of the kitchen and returned with a measuring tape. “Measure it, pussy boy.” I looked up at him pathetically. “Come on, big man, it looks rock hard to me, ain’t getting any bigger than that. Now’s the time to measure that monster,” he said mockingly. I knew this wasn’t going to turn out well, and I sheepishly took the measuring tape from him. I placed one end at the base of my penis and stretched it as taut as I could to the tip of it. There was a reason I had never measured my package and this was why. Looking up at him, I saw him register the number and bust out laughing. “Five? Five fucking inches? Actually, if you look closely, four and seven-eighths, not even five! Are you joking with that thing? How do you think you’re good for anything BUT taking dick? Who the fuck are you going to satisfy with that tiny thing? Certainly not your girlfriend as we just read. I’m not sure there’s ANY woman that would be able to get off on that. And I can’t imagine a guy with any dignity that would let you top him. You wanna’ see a real dick?” With one gesture, he pulled his sweat pants down to mid-thigh. Out bounced a gigantic piece of meat. He slowly slipped his shirt off to allow me time to take it in. This thing was only semi-hard at this point, but it was thick and juicy, and for as much hair as he had on his torso and powerful arms, his crotch was nice and managed. Not manicured or shaved, but tight and groomed, emphasizing the perfectly shaped mammoth cock bobbing between his thighs, propped up by a pair of lightly haired balls about the size of golf balls so full of the fluid that would be pooled in my guts in less than two hours that they pulled the skin of his scrotum, bowing it in at the top and tapering out where his two baby-makers swung pendulously. I could also finally see the full tattoo in a small area on his pelvic bone, naturally sparse with hair. It was a red and black symbol like the ones in biology class where we put anything contaminated. I couldn't figure out what would make him get that inked on his body unless it was just an intimidating tattoo that matched his dominating persona. I was in the middle of trying to sort out the possibilities when he shoved the tape measure into my hands again. “Measure it.” I stepped forward. “On your knees,” he qualified the position in which I would be measuring his cock. I was shaking as I got to my knees and reach my hands forward to measure his gigantic phallus. I have NEVER touched another guy’s cock before, much less one this huge. I placed the end of the measuring tape at the base of his member causing it to jump slightly from the attention. I startled a bit and lurched back. He chuckled, “It’s not gonna’ bite you. What it’s gonna’ do to you hurts a lot more than biting.” The sadistic grin. I pulled the measuring tape loosely to the tip of him and my eyes got big when I saw the number. “Read it to me, boy.” I looked up, my face just inches from his manhood, the measuring tape still in my hands stretched to an absurd number. “Nine.” “Read it again,” he insisted. “Nine and a quarter,” I read more accurately. “That’s better. And I’ll save you the trouble. It’s seven around, eight at it’s thickest; the thickest being that mushroom head you’re staring at. And that fucker’s not even fully hard yet. You better fix that quick.” With that, he relieved me of the tape measure, throwing it in the open drawer and swung his rod back into my face, slapping me in the cheek with it and making as loud a sound as when he lightly slapped me. The thing had so much heft to it that it actually stung a bit when it smacked my cheek. “So now let’s get on the same page,” he began. “Are you a man?” I looked up into his face. He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, demanding an honest response. I looked to his intimidating tool gradually filling with blood and then looked down at my dwarfed boydick that looked more like an enlarged clit when compared to his monster. I pulled the fabric of the jock back over my crotch, hiding my pathetic package and replying, “No, I’m not.” “Am I a man?” “Yes, Sir.” “Why?” “Because you have a big dick.” “That’s right, pussy boy. It’s all about your dick. You need to accept that you don’t have a dick to offer, you have your holes. That means you’re not even a Beta Male, you’re a bottom bitch who services any real man that wants to get off. Understand?” A tear rolled down my face, “Yes, Sir.” “Good bitch. So now, where is my big dick going?" I hated the fact that my ass hole twitched in anticipation, knowing the answer. “It’s going inside of my ass.” “You ever been fucked before?” I swallowed hard, “No.” He smirked, “Well, you’re fucked now.” The sadistic grin. PART 3 COMING SOON.