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Chapter 2 Less than a minute later they are interrupted by a knock at the door. “Fuck, who is that?” Holden ask, both men freaking out. Before they are able to react the door opens and both men quickly cover their dicks with the clothes strewn around the bed. A breaded man in his late 40s enters the room fully dressing in formal wear shocked. “Uncle cole!” Holden says. “Dad!” Alex follows. “I was just checking to make sure your both were ready, it looks like you’re ready but maybe not for the ceremony”, Cole states with a chuckle. “We were just….” Holden tries to interject. “Oh I know exactly what you were doing. I could hear the whole thing next door. These hotel walls are paper thin. What I want to know is why wasn’t I invited”, Cole states shooting a look over to his son. “I’m always happy to share, Dad. This just sort of happened”, Alex responds with a smile. Confused Holden looks at Alex, “You and Uncle Cole?” Alex shrugs and smiles, “who do you think pozzed me?”. “Fuck!”, Holden says his mind completely blown “That’s enough talk. I wanna see the wretches hole. Now bend over Holden”, Cole states in a gruff tone. Holden does as he’s told arching is muscular back and exposing his jock hole. Alex grabs grabs Holden’s ass and spreads his cheeks putting his cummy hole on full Display. “Fuck son! You destroyed his hole! I taught you right!” Cole exclaims. Cole goes in for a closer look and starts fingering Holden’s hole as Holden winces in pain and pleasure. He then goes in and starts licking then fully eating out Holden’s cummy hole savoring the mix of cum, blood and ass juice. “Fuck! That hole is so juicy. I’m gonna fuck my son’s poz load even deeper to make sure it takes!”, Cole says with a growl. He stands up and undoes how suit pants. His huge dick flies out. Holden looks back and is in awe. His mouth almost hits the floor. Cole, seeing his nephew’s shock, states, “I’ve got two inches on Alex so I’m definitely going to in deep”. “Oh uncle Cole”, Holden coos. With the his uncle lines up his fat cock and pushes in With only cum and spit for lube Cole’s dick slides and stretches Holden’s hole wide. Holden lets out a few screams and Coles instructs Alex on to shut him up. Alex stuffs a sock in Holden’s mouth and Cole continues to slide in. “Fuck that hole is so silky smooth!” Coles moans and then continues with “I’m only half way in. There is a lot more to go faggot” and the spits on Holden’s muscular back. With that cole begins violently fucking his nephew. Pounding deeper and deeper and then slams balls deep. Cole’s teary eyes bulge out of his head as he screams into the sock. Alex pins him down. “Fuck yeah Dad. Fuck my toxic load deeper inside him. You should have seen him beg for my load”, Alex eggs his father on. “I always knew he was a fucking slut. now I’m gonna show him what a faggot he is”, Cole states and plows deeps inside his nephew. Holden feels his uncles fatty veiny cock pound his p spot and his eye roll on the back of his head “You’re gonna be fucking your new wife tonight with you hole leaking toxic cum aren’t you fag!”, his uncle taunts him. Holden responds with a low grunt and a nod. Unsatisfied, cole stabs his cock deep into his nephew, “AREN’T YOU FAG!”, he repeats through gritted teeth. Holden spits out the sock in his mouth and replies, “Yes sir!” Coles looks down at his huge cock wrapped around is nephew’s tight jock holes and sees steaks of blood around his hairy meat. His cock flares as he digs deeper into his nephew’s cunt. “I think Holden’s hole is prepped and ready for another load! You want my poz cum slut?”, Cole asks. “Yes uncle! Please give me your toxic seed!” Holden begs. “I feel your muscle ass sucking that load out of me. I can’t hold back much longer!” “Oh fuck yes! Please give me that load” “FUCK! HERE IT CUMS!”, Cole yells as his fat cock unleashes his tainted load deep inside his nephew. Stabbing his dick deep into his willing hole. The cum makes Holden’s hole even more slick but Holden clamps down on his uncles cock to squeeze out ever drop cum and his uncle moans in ecstasy. “Oh fuck that was so hot, Dad! You got me rock hard again! I need another go at the hole”, Alex states. Both Cole and Holden come down after the intense fuck, both trying to catch their breath. Out of the corner of his eye Coles catches a glimpse of the clock on the night stand. “Holy fuck! No time for that son we have a wedding to get to!”, Coles states shocked “Fuck! I get married in 10 minutes!” Holden freaks out as he slides his uncle’s hairy dick out of his slimy hole. All the men rush to redress. Cum oozes out of Holden’s hole as they rush to get ready. Minutes later the men run out the door and off to the ceremony.

Hey all, sorry for the delay. Here is Chapter 2. Shawn made himself a whiskey and coke, then took in the scene around him. Sumner was looking at his phone sitting in the chair that Shawn just bred him in. Steve was fucking Jason on the sofa across from Sumner. Luke was balls deep in Max, who was bent over the ottoman, making him moan. He could tell Luke’s fat raw dick was really stretching out Max. Luke was about 6.5-7 in long and cut but very thick. Shawn started to bone up as he watch Max’s hole get stretched. He walked over to the them and started to kiss Luke and rub his muscle twunk body as Luke pumped into Max’a hole. After a bit of hot kissing Shawn moved to Max and started to kiss him. Max was moaning as they made out. Then Shawn pushed Max’s mouth down on his big fat dick. He started to face fuck him. Soft at first then harder. Making Max gag on his big Italian sausage. He made sure to dump plenty of his toxic precum down Max’s twink throat as he face fucked him. Then he moved to rim Luke’s ass as he continued to fuck Max. Luke didn’t miss a beat and continued to fuck Max like a champ. Luke started to moan from Shawn’s warm tongue working his hole. Shawn started to finger Luke’s twunk hole. Being sure to scratch the hole up so his toxic babies will take. He then stood up behind and started to kiss Luke’s ear and neck. Shawn spit on his rock hard dick and roughly pushed his fat dick head into the tight warm raw neg hole of Luke. He push hard and quick to make sure it got his hole vulnerable to the poz seed. He felt the hole resist then his massive dick pop in. This made Luke jump and jab his dick roughly into Max. Luke yelped little and Shawn silenced him with a kiss. Shawn started to pump into Luke with long deep strokes after giving him time to adjust. The faster rhythm increased Luke’s speed of ramming into Max. It took 5 minutes of Shawn’s big raw fat Poz Italian meat hitting Luke’s prostate to make Luke moan hard and say he was cumming. Both Shawn and Max told him to bred Max. What Luke didn’t know was that Shawn unloaded his huge poz toxic load into his ass at the same time he was unloading into Max. He had a talent for cumming without showing signs. He also could cum and stay hard enough to fuck again. “Move and let me fuck that cummy hole while he sucks you clean man” he told Luke. Shawn slammed hard into the stretched raw neg non prep hole of Max. His once tight twink hole now loose. As he fucked him hard he saw pink on his dick and mixed with Luke’s cum. He knew when he unloaded the twink would loose his neg status. Max gaged on Luke’s dick for the next few minutes as Shane pounded his hole hard and deep. Max was in heaven and moaning hard. Max’s hole tightened and his shot a huge load without touching his dick. The pressure made Shane cum in the spot. “Taking my fucking load boy! Daddy is impregnating you!” He shouted as he flooded that unprotected neg hole with poz cum. He fell back on the sofa after cumming twice in under 10 mins. Exhausted he sat as Luke and Max took turns sucking his slowly deflating cock. After a few minutes he kissed both guys and all three went back to the bar for a drink. He learned Max was in a committed relationship and cheating. That’s why he wasn’t on prep. Luke was on prep but forgot to take it a lot. Both said they were happy test results were given so they could fuck and not worry about stds. Shawn agreed as he smile internally knowing poz son 2 and 3 of the night were on the way.

VI. Confirmation A cold, clear dawn broke and the word went forth that preparations were to be made for a Mass of Confirmation. Auspiciously, the moon was to be full that night, another sign that the Powers of the Night had bestowed their blessing on the Initiate. The mood was festive and bustling as the Brothers scurried about preparing for the Feast. The Great Hall was festooned with garlands of nightshade and bittersweet. Long tables were laid with thickly wrought silverware and forged brass plates, each dish emblazoned with the Fraternal Greek letters: ΑΙΔΣ. The Brother Cooks busied themselves in the cavernous kitchens deep in the bowels of the House, roasting great slabs of stag, wild boar and other game. After a frantic day, the hush of dusk fell over the rambling stone complex. Finally the hour had arrived. The Acolytes descended first into the crypt, preparing the Chamber for the ceremony. The altar was polished to a fine sheen and fresh torches affixed to the walls. A winch handle was turned counterclockwise and, with a shriek of iron and a clash of chains, the sacred Sling of rough-sewn leather descended from the gloom of the arches above, until it halted, suspended in the center of the nave. The Brother Cantor began to lead the chant, followed in two lines by the gathered Brotherhood, clad in their finest robes. At the very end, flanked by the same two Guards who had forcefully overseen his Initiation, was the new Brother, beaming with pride and proceeding with a light stride, his limbs full of the manly vigor bestowed by the One, through the viral life pumping within. Gone entirely were the doubts and regrets that had plagued him before his initial Insemination. The Brothers descended the semicircular flights of stone stairs at either side of the narthex and took their places in the sanctuary. The Initiate was led forward and the High Priest, behind the altar, raised his arms in welcome, then leaned across the altar and offered a warm embrace, whispering “HAIL” in the young Novice’s ear. “We are gathered today to confirm our Brother’s new life and the irreversible dedication of his blood, body and soul to the Glory of the Powerful One and the Fellowship of the Holy Cock,” intoned the Priest. An altar server then brought forth the same sacred Coffer that had held the Test Kit, a lifetime ago. Lifting the lid, the Priest produced the slip of paper that the Brother Technician had delivered in the early hours of this blessed day. “A reading from the Word of our Lord and Master. The Congregation shall repeat after me: HIV-ONE INFECTION CONFIRMED BY PCR TEST.” The Men chanted in a deep bass unison: “HIV-ONE INFECTION CONFIRMED BY PCR TEST.” The Priest continued the Recitation: “VIRAL RNA DETECTED AT TWO POINT ONE MILLION COPIES PER MILLILITER.” And the Congregation responded: “VIRAL RNA DETECTED AT TWO POINT ONE MILLION COPIES PER MILLILITER.” The Priest concluded: “Praise be to the Dark Lord. Amen” And the Men too, their voices competing for the loudest and most praiseful note, intoned, “AMEN!!” “Herewith we bestow upon our Brother the Blessings of Manhood. For he has achieved the most sacred and treasured status HIV-POSITIVE. Forever shall it possess his Body. His former negative status is dead, sacrificed unto our Master for His glory.” The Guards then turned the Novice to face the gathered men, taking his robe from his shoulders to display him in his full nakedness. The weeks of rigorous training showed their glorious results. Here was a young man in his prime, with golden skin and the musculature of a Michelangelo sculpture. His radiant health laughed in the face of mortals who fear the Virus. The Brethren burst into spontaneous applause and the young man broke into a grin. His loins, too, showed their appreciation and his Member began its ascent into joyful turgidity. He was then led ceremoniously to the Sling, where the Guards laid him in position, his wrists and ankles firmly secured with thick leather straps. The Congregation drew nearer, gathering around for a close view. Emerging from the shadows was a Brother Artist, wheeling before him a cart of rough-hewn wood and forged brass rivets, laden with instruments and inks. He caressed the boy's hard young groin, feeling for the smooth, clean surface that had been designated for the Work. The Novice, in consultation with his Mentors, had made his selection from a richly endowed portfolio of sacred designs. Some were simple and stylized, a mere three intersecting, inward-facing semicircles. Others were intricately embedded in tribal designs, meant to turn broad shoulders and thickly muscled upper backs into a visual feast. A few younger Brothers, following the fashion of the times, opted for a Scorpion, evoking the poison sting with which He bestows his Blessing. But most, in respect for tradition, remained true to the Biohazard, the eternal symbol of our Clan and the central element of our Coat of Arms. Many examples in the book were specially revered in memory of departed Brothers who had proudly borne them until they passed below into the eternal sexual embrace of the One. The new Brother had opted for a bold and brazen badge, a good five inches in diameter. It would extend from just below his navel to where the root of his newly powerful Manhood sprouted proudly amid golden, lushly piled pubes – which the Artist now deftly shaved with a silver blade, exposing the skin for its inking. The Novice lay back in the Sling, bracing himself for the pain. The Guards pinned his shoulders down; one caressed his cheek and whispered words of courage in his ear, as the needle bore down and the Artist inflicted his excruciating wonders. Given the care and talent that went into the Inscribing, a good two hours passed before the beauty had been fully endowed. When it was completed, a fresh glory in blue and red against a crimson background of inflamed flesh, the Artist stood back and the Brothers strained to gaze on the glorious masterwork. The Biohazard shone like a beacon, drawing the eye to the boy's newly loaded weapon below it, which was thickening with pride. The men felt a power emanating from the fresh-inflicted ink, the Blessing of Him who now possessed this branded young body. Many a man’s Member swelled in lustful worship of the holiness embodied here. The restraints were loosened and the young Brother stood once again naked before his comrades, displaying a body still gloriously youthful but now marked forever. Tainted and no longer pristine in the eyes of the world -- but, to the enlightened gaze of the Brothers, endowed with a beauty beyond compare. (To be continued)

Shawn was getting ready to head to the orgy he had been looking forward to for weeks. The organizer was a hot otter guy. There would be 5 other guys there. All either Vers or bottoms. He was strictly a top. He was 28, 6’1, 185 lbs of muscle with olive skin he got from his Italian heritage. He had a fat 8.5 in uncut dick. He never had a problem finding a hole to seed. But his true passion was pozzing neg hole. Especially stealth pozzing. That is why he was looking forward to this orgy so much. He knew 2 of the guys were not on prep. And the rest he wasn’t sure but hoped they were not. All participants had to send negative tests within a week of the party. Shawn worked in a lab and had fake documents to share no problem. When he got to the party the otter, Steve - 23 Vers bottom, welcomed him and lead him to the room where he could strip and then told him to join them in the living room across the hall. Shawn stripped and walked across the hall already half chubbed. He was then introduced to the rest of the guys. Max - 21, bottom, no prep, twink Luke - 23, Vers, twunk Sumner - 29, Vers, no prep, jock Jason - 25, bottom, cub Shawn knew sumner and Max were not on prep as he had talked to both before the party and they confirmed it. The other 2 he had not talked to before tonight. And Steve did not say when they talked. With the introductions out of the way Steve worked on making drinks for everyone after he pointed out the lube and poppers on the coffee table. Shawn zeroed in on Sumner and started to chat him up and kiss him. He lead him to an over-stuffed chair in the corner. They proceeded to more deep kissing and making out. Then he pushed the jock to his knees to start to suck on his big fat poz dick. He loved seeing the big muscle jock suck his meat. After a few minutes Shawn pulled Sumner up and bent him over the back of the chair and started to eat his hairy hole. Sumner moaned from the tongue assaulting his hole. He reached for the pooper bottle next to him and started ti inhale. Shawn stood and bent over Sumner to make out with him as he was still bent over the chair. His big fat uncut dick leaking poz precum in Summer's neg ass cracker and hole. Summer moaned as the leaky head and spit allowed Shawn’s dick to enter this hole. Shawn could tell sumner took a lot of dick with how easy it went in. He was tight, but that’s just because of how big his dick was. To an average dick the hole would have felt looser. He was amazed his was still neg. But he wouldn’t be for long. He continued to work Summer's jock hole open as he fucked deeper and deeper. Then started to pick up speed. The moan coming form Sumner was so hot! The fucking continued, with ocassional stops to switch positions or east his ass. Making sure to use his finger nails to scratched his hole as he ate it and fingered it in between fucks. Finally Shawn decided it was time to impregnate his first hole. He started to make out deep with Sumner as he pounded hard into his hole. Finally shooting a huge load of poisonous cum balls deep in the neg hole. All while the jock begged for his cum! As they rested and recovered Sumer said, “Fuck that was hot! Thanks so much, I have been craving a load. i am so glad we did tests before this, I love raw dick but never take it. I can get anything cause I have a girlfriend. I am so glad I know taking your load was safe. I can’t wait to get more from the other guys!” “No problem man! I am glad I got to fill your hole. Maybe do a another round later tonight!” With that Shawn got up and moved to the bar to get his drink and rest a little as he watch the other guys go at it around the living room. More to follow.

I'm really feeling inspired again! Here's a very long, very nasty chapter for all you dirty pigs! I will backtrace to characters from earlier chapters, so make sure you remember them. And as usual, feel free to hit me up, no loads refused! 😉 ----------------------------------- I woke up the next morning with a dull ache in my body and hole from the evening before. I looked over at my husband, still asleep on his stomach next to me, and crawled closer, wrapping my arm over his back. As always it didn’t take more than a minute of skin contact until I was hard and pressing my cock against his side. He sleepily adjusted himself onto his side so my cock became lodged in between his smooth butt cheeks, then pulled my arm so I would come even closer. Still sleepy, I drifted off again, only to be awakened by him pushing himself onto my cock. No lube, not even spit. Maybe I had some pre cum leaking out, but mostly it was the cum that was still inside of him from the night before. When my cock was about halfway in, he rolled over flat on his stomach again and pulled my arm so I would lay on top of him. I knew what this meant, he had done it before. He wanted it rough, as rough as I could possibly give it to him. Without entering him any further, I positioned myself so that I could attack him without mercy. I pushed my right arm under his head until his throat was right in the crease of my arm, then I flexed my arm causing my bicep to push his head down and his throat to close off slightly. With my left hand I covered his mouth. Then, with all the force I had, I quickly pushed my cock in as deep as it could possibly go and threw my weight on top of his body, pushing the air out of his lungs. The muffled noise coming from him let me know I had given him exactly what he wanted. We’ve been together for so long that I know what that sounds like. It was not a sound of pleasure, but a noise of pain and fulfilment. Usually, I just rest in this position and let him catch his breath and his hole adjust to the intrusion, but not this morning. Instead, I kept my arm flexed and my hand covering his mouth and I just started pounding away. The friction was substantial, and it even hurt my cock so it must have hurt him a lot more. He started writhing under me, his body tensing up, trying to get away. Muffled screams escaped trough my fingers as he grabbed my arm with both hands, digging his nails into my skin trying to get me to release him so he could breathe again. But I was already close to coming, and that was my only priority, so I kept pounding until I exploded inside him. I let go of his mouth and he gasped for air and started coughing violently, causing my cock to be forced out of him along with a huge dollop of dark pink cum that landed on the white sheets. He rolled away from me, breathing rapidly as if he had been running a marathon, then looked at me with red eyes and tears running down his cheeks and said: “THAT’S how you fuck! Thank you! Those poz loads from last night must surely have been forced into my bloodstream with that fuck!”, then he kissed me while fingering his wide-open hole, moaning in pain. The rest of that Monday we spent mostly wrapped in each other’s arms, feeling closer than ever before. But then came Tuesday and it was back to work as usual. Days went by and by the end of the week both our asses started hurting in a familiar way, and by Saturday our cocks were dripping with pus, so Monday morning we called the gay clinic to get treated for whatever we caught this time. We have the best clinic ever, so I got a time the same day in the afternoon, and my husband got one in the evening. When I got to the clinic I checked in with the nurse at the desk, and she was as always very welcoming, making jokes and calling me darling, love and sweetie, making me feel safe and relaxed. The staff there really is the best I’ve ever met. – “You’ll be meeting with Eddie today! He’s new but amazing! Sweetest Eddie… Alright then, all set, have a seat and he will call you shortly!”. I sat down in the waiting room and looked around. There were six other guys there waiting, all staring down in their phones. The well-known sound of one of the dating apps receiving a message echoed through the room and one of the guys started frantically lowering the volume on his phone, looking up with a bright red face. Someone giggled. He looked over at me and I met his glance with a smile. He smiled back at me shyly. - “Anthony?”, a doctor called out. The guy who just got the message arose and followed the doctor out of the waiting room. I started the app myself to check out Anthony’s profile. Just 24 years old, top, into bears. He had a really cute picture of himself by the beach, showing of a slim hairy body in a pair of tiny speedos. I immediately sent him a tap. - “Jay?” - “That’s me!” I said and looked over at Doctor Eddie. - “Come with me…” he said and started walking down the hallway to the last room. Fuck was he cute! Short guy, short dark hair, nicely kept dark beard and dark brown piercing eyes that you could drown in. He also had a rather large horseshoe shaped nose piercing through the septum, taking his cute boyish looks and turning him into more of a fetish porn star. Walking behind him I wished he didn’t have that white coat on, I wanted to see his ass so badly. Had it been anywhere else than an STI clinic, I would’ve jumped him like a fox hunting a rabbit. We entered the room, and he told me to hang my jacket on the hook on the wall and have a seat next to his desk. He sat down, turned to me and said: - “Nice to meet you, how are you doing? The note here says you’ve got symptoms.” - “Yes… my ass hurts and my cock is dripping…” - “Been a bit of a slut, have you?” he said, looking at me with a huge smile and letting out a little giggle, completely catching me off guard. - “Uhm… I guess so…”, I said, blushing. - “Nice...”. He winked at me, typing something on the computer. “So, you’ve been fucking bareback? Top or bottom?” He was still smiling at me. - “Uuuhm… Yes… Both…”. - “Several partners? At home or somewhere else?” - “Yes, several partners. Quite a few. I was at the sauna. And my husband was also fucking around and then we’ve been fucking too… So not sure where I got it, whatever it is.”. I was expecting him to start giving me a lecture, but there was none. Instead, he leaned back on his chair, and looked at me. He crossed his arms over his chest, and I could see that he was squeezing his nipple through his t-shirt. I’m not sure he was even aware that he was doing it, it seemed to be just one of those things one does automatically and absent mindedly when one is getting horny. I felt my own cock stirring. This lasted just a few seconds to long to be “normal doctor behaviour”. - “Ok”, he snapped out of his thoughts, “We’ll do the regular tests since you’ve been a sauna cum dump. Do you want HIV?”. - “Do I what?!” - “Uhm…”, he looked flustered as he realised what he had said, “I mean, do you want me to test for HIV?” - “I don’t really care…”. I said that thinking that it was both true, and that if he was to question it, I could always just say that what I meant was that there is no point since I’m on prep, which he would know since it’s in my journal. He didn’t have to know that I’m not actually taking them… - “Right…” he paused a few seconds. “It wouldn’t show anything anyway since your sauna visit was too recent. IF you were infected there, I mean.”. He smirked. Smirked? Again? What the actual fuck was going on here? Did he somehow know what I had been up to at the sauna? Was he there? Did someone tell him about me? How would he know, I’ve never met the guy before! - “Pull your pants down and sit down here on the bed, I’ll start with the penis swabs.” I did as I was told. He put on gloves and prepared the sample kits. Then he grabbed my cock and gave it a tug, then started really milking it dragging his thumb along the urethra forcing the pus out of my piss slit. I was starting to get hard. - “Nice cock…” he said quietly, again I’m not sure if he was aware that he said it out loud. - “No need to do any deep swabbing here” he said in a normal voice, “There’s enough pus for everyone… I mean; for all the tests!”. He dipped four swabs in the yellow pus that he had squeezed out of my cock, and then he put them in the test tubes on his table. He wiped the rest of the pus from my cock with his thumb and I could see his thoughts wandering off as he squished it between his thumb and his index finger. I looked at him the whole time and I saw him lick his lips. There was no doubt about it, this was one dirty hungry nasty little fucker! He wanted to lick that pus, I’m sure of it! This was going to be fun! - “Do you want me to turn on my side now, so you can check out my ass?” I said, snapping him out of his thoughts. - “Yes, lie down on your left side.” - “My ass really hurts so I’d really like it if you could apply some numbing cream first.” - “Ok, no problem, I will.” He replied and got up from his chair to go to the cupboard to get the cream. I looked at him as he got up and his scrubs were clearly tenting in the front. I had him. Now I just had to get him to fuck me. - “Ok, here comes the numbing cream, it might sting a little at first, tell me when if you want me to go slower or deeper, and when it starts working.” He expertly applied some cream to the outside of my hole and started inserting his index finger, moving it around the inside of my sphincter. He pulled it out, took some more cream and pushed it in again. I started moaning quietly and pushed back on his finger. “Go deeper…”, I said. I wanted him to hit my prostate. My cock was rock hard by now, dripping a mix of pre cum and pus on the protective paper that covered the bed. He pushed in deeper and started rubbing my prostate, then he inserted another finger in me. I knew he knew that this was already way past the normal exam, but still he asked me - “Is the cream starting to work?” - “Not yet, you need to massage it in more…” I looked over my shoulder to see his face, and there it was again, that smirk. Doctor Eddie started to really enthusiastically massage my prostate, and I was moaning loudly by now, no longer hiding my hard cock but instead jerking it. - “I still have to take the tests you know…” - “Do it now, then continue doing what you’re doing now!”. I was not leaving this exam room without coming, that was for sure! Doctor Eddie inserted first one swab, flicked it around inside me on the mucous membranes, put it in a test tube, then did the same with a second one. He then applied some lube to his hand and inserted three fingers and really started to massage my prostate. I turned over on my back and pulled my legs up to my chest to really show off my cock. He kept finger fucking me with his right hand, as he put his left hand down his pants to jerk his own cock. I begged him to fuck me, and he couldn’t contain himself, he just stood up, pulled down his pants and shoved his rock-hard cock into my ass, raw, and started fucking me while he grabbed my cock and started jerking me. He paused for a while, picked up his phone, took a photo of his cock up my ass and typed something. – “For the journal…” he said and smiled, then continued to fuck me. About 20 seconds later the door to the exam room opened and a young male nurse stepped in and closed the door behind him. The doctor didn’t even react. The nurse said “I got your text…” and just walked up to us, bent over and took my cock in his mouth and started sucking. A minute later the doctor started to visibly, but quietly, unload in my guts and shortly after I started shooting my own load in the hungry mouth of the nurse. He was sucking down and swallowing every drop he could catch. The doctor collapsed back onto his chair, his cock still standing straight out of his pants, wet with cum and lube. The nurse had sucked my cock dry by now and moved down and stuck his tongue up my cummy hole instead, slurping up every drop of his colleagues cum that leaked out of me. Doctor Eddie stood up from his chair and was obviously still hard. His cock wasn’t the biggest I’ve seen, but with the nastiness of what he had done and how fucking cute he was, he was definitely in the top five hottest fucks I’ve ever had. He quickly entered the nurse, causing him to let out a loud moan right into my guts. A huge drop of pre cum fell from the top of my again rock-hard cock. The nurse stood up, licked my cock clean, looked me in the eyes, smiled and said “Wow! Just WOW!”, then he was pushed forward by the doctor fucking him, causing his huge hard cock to enter my ass. The numbing cream had started to wear off and there wasn’t a lot of cum left after his eager cleaning, so the penetration hurt like hell! I let out a little scream, but the nurse quickly covered my mouth with his hand and held back. - “Do you want me to stop?” he asked. - “Fuck no but please use some lube!” I answered. “And please cum quickly, I’m not sure how much more my ass can take!” - “Don’t worry, I won’t last long, this is way too hot!” He pulled out of me, just as Doctor Eddies hand reached around and lubed up the nurse’s cock and my hole. – “There you go Matt, now fucking breed our patient!”. With that Matt started fucking me, as Eddie was fucking Matt. Matt’s cock was so fucking thick, I could feel it ripping my already very sore ass apart, but I just couldn’t pass this up. I needed it! - “What does he have?” the nurse asked Doctor Eddie - “Not sure… Could be anything, or everything. Doesn’t really matter since we’re both already on all kinds of antibiotics because of our party last week, we’ll be fine.” - “Yes of course, but… Is he poz?” - “Ask him yourself…”, Doctor Eddie replied while keeping the fuck-train in motion. - “Are you poz?”, Matt asked me, pushing his raw cock deeper inside me. - “Not yet…” I replied. - “Are you on PreP? If not, you’re at great risk here…” - “I’m not. Are you saying that you’re about to infect me?” - “Do you want me to? You’ve already got Eddies load in there; I don’t think mine will make that much difference…” he said with a devilish look on his face. - “Yes please, give it to me! Give me everything you’ve got!” The nurse tensed up and started blasting inside me, and with that his cock expanded even more, causing extreme pressure on my sphincter which felt so incredible that I yet again started shooting my load all over my clothes. This time no one was there to catch it in his mouth, so I covered myself with six thick ropes of cum. The doctor was still fucking the nurse but came in him just seconds later. We were all out of breath. The room reeked of sex combined with the normal hospital sanitizer, creating a new sensation in my nostrils. I felt the urge to become a nurse here. - “Matt, this is Jay, he seems to be open to taking our toxic loads.”, Eddie said and laughed. - “Nice to meet you Jay”, Matt said and shook my hand, flashing the biggest smile at me. “Hope you get what you’re looking for!” - “And I hope to see you soon again if you get the fuck flu in a couple of weeks.”, the doctor said. “Or who knows, maybe it’ll happen sooner than that considering what a dirty sauna slut you are.” He added with a huge grin. - “I think I’ll be back sooner than that…”, I replied, “My husband is coming here this evening, I might just come and keep him company, and make sure he’s as well received at this clinic as I have been.”. I smiled at them. - “What time has he booked?” - “18.45” - “That’s the last appointment of the day. Good, then we can work overtime and we’ll be all alone in the clinic…”

Went to a gay bar in Playa Del Carmen when in Cancun for Spring Break. It had a back room that was dark and you could do whatever. I was dancing with this hot Mexican boy who said he wanted to fuck me and led me back in there and he bred me, cumming in me twice. There were quite a few guys in the fucking and looking including Anglos on spring break. After the guy finished I started taking loads from guys back in there and fucked a couple too. Was all raw. Took loads from probably seven or eight guys including the boy who led me in there…probably a dozen or more loads in about three hours. Was so hot hearing guys begging for cum and loads, knowing they got what they wanted.

What is your type, and why? Personally, I love older chubby manly men with big bellies and fat cocks, especially if they are 100% dominant tops and verbally abusive, love the feeling of man's heavy weight squeezing me against the bed while his cock is buried deep in my asspussy.

I had gone to bed early and was trying to sleep. When a message came in. I thought it was from my partner with some kind follow up from our earlier conversation. Instead it was from Scruff, and had gotten through before my “Do not Distrub” kick in. It was an visitor (a top) to the area and whose body wasn’t yet in our time zone. So we began the chatting back forth, and it was definitely late. He very much wanted to eat my ass. But I agreed to meet him at his hotel. 57, dad bod, white guy with nipple piercing. I got ready and drove over. Once there I climbed into bed with him, and we started kissing and feeling each other. Each of us playing with others wired nipples especially, and roughly. This soon resulted in us getting harder, and he began to stroke me, and I began to suck his cock. This lead his hands down toward my hole. Which he was becoming more focused on. I rolled over, and dived in. As he ate my ass, he played with my cock. Every time he would grab it, I jumped from the sensation the shoot through me. Taking his time to wet it , and my hole. In addition he also played with my feet as he worked himself up in his firmness. He was ready to fuck me, and I had ask about status before meeting. It has been awhile since I have bottomed, so I was very tight. So it a a couple of go for he was well seated. His cock was thick, but not long. With my tightness he didn’t last long before breeding my black ass with his load. We wished each other a good night, and I headed out with his load in me. I hadn’t cum yet. And I found myself looking online to see if there was any other options available near by. But was late, and I still had stuff to do in the morning.

Amateur porn can be a lot hotter then studio porn , when its real unedited and raw and nasty ,, Have a friend that is a rare type of role/position/personality , He is a Dominate aggressive BBbottom , He has a buddy that also is a dominate bbottom and they love to get twisted high on partyee and slam and force tops to be submissive and their cocks used and milked , they were at a party when they found a drunk/ and extremely high straight jock wandering around confused ,he was depressed his girlfriend was with another dude , and he was the was perfect victim they tricked him into leaving the party and go back to there place where they put Viagra in his drink and had him smoking white clouds and told him it was weed , they got him extremely high and completely twisted and got him in a chair in the middle of the room where they tied him down to the chair then they cut and removed all his clothes then they put a pair of hightop Converse Allstars on his feet and he was totally naked wearing only the Converse as he sat there helpless and his head spinning they faced him in front of the big screen tv playing hardcore Bareback gay porn as he struggled to get free the two bbottoms got down and began working his cock and made him inhale poppers and more and more white clouds , and he slowly started to calm down and stop struggling and began to start to surrender to them , as he couldn't believe his dick was getting so rock hard and he had no control to make it go soft , . He couldn't help but start to moan from the incredible pleasure his cock was feeling , His girlfriend was an ok fuck but she didn't suck him or jack him off and she only did condom and he had to pull out and shoot in his hand when he came , This was TOTALLY different is cock was being massaged and jacked and sucked deep by the two gay dudes , and he could help but realize that he was feeling a level of pleasure he had never felt before and never knew was even possible , But then the two gay bottoms told him his cock belonged to them now and they wanted his cum , and they wanted him to cum inside of them and they lubed his cock and slid their holes down on his raw cock and told him he was inside them without a condom , and the jock sat there helpless to stop them , But as they began to pump their hungry holes up and down on his raw cock he was consumed with the extreme pleasure he was feeling ,His cock was literally being MILKED and as the pleasure grew stronger and stronger and his eyes rolled back in his head , he just totally surrendered and gave into them and began cumming and cumminig and cumming it felt like he was shooting stream after stream of his hot cum deep up in both their holes over and over making him orgasm and cum and then very quickly making his balls reload and he was cumming again and again , over and over all night till finally he thought he could not cum anymore , he had been milked at least 9 or 10 times he thought , but they made him extremely high again and continued to milk him several more times for hours and hours . as he looked down he could see both bbottoms were wearing Converse while they rode his cock as he was wearing them too , he knew he would remember being milked every time he saw a dude wearing Converse from now on . when they finally set him free he didn't freak out and hurry up and leave hey instead he got up and stretched and then sat back down and relaxed and told the two gay bottoms that he had never felt such an intense pleasure like that before and didn't know it was possible to experience such a level of pleasure and the white clods and the Viagra made him surrender to it . they got down and began sucking and jacking him and he didn't resist them he spread his legs and sat back and relaxed and told them they could milk his cock till they get what every cum is left or his balls can make for them , and they worked his cock and balls and made him cum 2 more times . He was now a slave TOP his cock secretly owed by his new BB bottom masters . He obeyed and returned on the weekends to be once again tied down extremely high and milked of all his cum he could produce . His new purpose in life , to produce cum for the bottoms to feed on .

Yesterday afternoon I gave two loads to a hot older slave boy. First, I got him on his knees worshiping my cock while I sat on his sofa. That's when I noticed the biohazard tattoo on his shoulder, mixed in with a few other tattoos. Nice and hard, I got up and ate his ass. I positioned my pierced cock at his hole and started working my dick in. He was a little tight, and I had to pull out and reposition before I got all the way in. I could feel my dick already wanting to deposit the first load, so I fucked him hard and fast and started unloading. Slave boy knew I was cumming, and taunted me on, "Is Sir claiming this ass as his?" "Oh, fuck yes, boy," I said as I pounded my load into him, "this ass is mine." We took a breather: I drank a beer while he cleaned my cock. We smoked some pot and chatted. This slave boy gets extra horny when he's high, so I led him to the bedroom and secured his wrists to the bed. I pulled his legs up, missionary style, and fucked his cummy ass. It felt so fucking good in his hole. I eventually came a second time, sweaty all over. He mentioned in our on-line chatting that he's often touch-starved, so I untied him from the bed and held him. He chatted some more as I nodded in and out. He also gets talkative when he's high, so next time I may need to use a gag on him.

Author's note: No, "prince Albert" is not what you could expect! I wanted to write with President's point of view but it generated lots of hate speech, I could not sweeten it much or the context might not be understood. So, I prefer to use main characters' point of view when they listen to him talking. Technical note: Deepl Pro translator and grammar/ortography corrector are precious aids (lowercase word!!!) They help me a lot to avoid making a fool of myself while writing. ----- Chapter 5: Prince Albert Bugdom, 2050. Boy's perspective "It's matter of life or death for all of us," Dad continued to speak despite I didn't listen to him anymore; the grip of his hand on my wrist began to hurt and I felt as if he wanted to break my arm. "Ouch," I tried to protest but his dominant gaze convinced me to stay quiet. Without ever letting my wrist go, he walked me down the hallway; it was my house, but the sensation of being dragged like a dog made it feel unsafe and interminable. All questions I wanted to ask him froze even before becoming words: "Gifter," "Poz," I promised myself sooner or later I would find out for myself what they meant, but what if there really was a cage? Dad is a cop! Putting me in prison for two words, did Mr. President really go that far? Daily pills, friendships only possible with my parents' approval, computers for half an hour a week and only limited to school, now prison? I felt tears in my eyes and tried to wipe them away, when I realized that Dad was crying too. And much more than me! We had reached the end of the hallway and he slipped the pendant off his neck. A round metal medallion, with a symbol drawn on it that I had seen only a few months earlier in school on a test tube at the science lab but, more importantly, on the arm of the teacher who hid it every time I stared at it. "Yes, of course," I thought; "my teacher marked his skin with that sign and the word 'poz', that's where I saw those letters for the first time!" From a book I had also studied the meaning of symbols indicating danger, and the same design on the professor's arm was called 'biohazard' referring to viruses and other dangerous biological materials. "Two and two is four," I whispered toward Dad; I had been reading a lot about the war, when black dragon flags fought against rainbow-colored ones, and the clear defeat of the latter; it was such a mess if people killed themselves or got angry just for a picture or another! "It's over between you and Mom," I ventured; I couldn't explain Dad's tears any other way: him without tattoos and wearing the biohazard medallion, Mom with two scorpions permanently marking her breasts. "You and Mom are arguing because of symbols, aren't you?" He instantly let my wrist go and wrapped both his arms around me, his loving attentions coming back. "Sharon and I cannot break up, it would be against nature! And you're the second positive result of our life together." As he spoke, however, I noticed him sobbing quietly. "Our bond cannot be broken because I am biologically linked to her. I am her..." A sudden, violent coughing fit prevented him from talking further so I finished the sentence: "you're her gifter? Her poz? Her poz gifter? Or her biohazard, tell me more. Please! Dad! Don't die now! Answer me!" He put his index finger to my lips and with his free hand inserted his medallion into the slot of a metal door; who could even guess that pendant could be used as a key? In my life I had always seen that locked door at the end of the corridor, located on the opposite wall from the balcony, but no one had ever given me permission to ask if and how it was possible to access that room. All I could see was Mom carrying a stinking bucket out of there every morning. "At least now I'll find out which animal poops so much." I saw Dad attempt to say something, his lips opening and closing slowly; cough had passed, he was breathing regularly but no sound came from his mouth and his body moved as if it were in a cast. "Sorry, Dad," I said worriedly, scared by the rigidity of his movements. "You need a doctor! I have to get out from here to look for help!" The metal door meanwhile had opened and an intense smell of disinfectant came out; there it was, the cage, it was a real iron cage complete with bars! In fact, from what I could see, it was split in two by what looked like a darkened glass panel. "You strip naked, go inside, and don't call a fucking soul!" My father's voice had returned angrier than before, and his strong hands forced me to take all my clothes off. I had expressed the desire to walk around the house and the city naked shortly before; but now forced nudity was a feeling I did not like at all. I was vulnerable to whatever creature had lived in that cage, where I was pushed in mercilessly. I found myself in a cramped space, empty except for the presence of two bowls sealed by a lid; I peeked through the still-open door and saw Dad pull a small remote control out of his pocket; I heard him type in a few codes, and beeps were heard on the bottom of the cage, with an electronic voice saying coldly: "food 1 p.m., water 1:30 p.m." I looked in front of me and finally realized the truth: the cage was split in two by a screen! A huge screen where some broadcasted images could be seen, probably from a projector. Or a camera connected to the Internet. There was no chance to receive an explanation from my father so I resigned to the inevitable destiny as soon as I heard the iron door creak shut behind me. "Just for calling him 'Gifter'," I complained as I sat on the floor; at the opposite corner of the bowls was a bucket. That one was open, at least! Pissing and pooping had no timetable. I laid prone and crawled slowly toward the fake wall separating the two halves of the cage: had there been an animal on the other side, I would have felt its presence at least! I sensed there was movement beyond but no smell could be felt, except my own. Only thing I could do was knocking on the screen. Once, twice, I was losing all my hope, then someone replied back in the same way! One knock of mine caused another of the same intensity, from the other side. Two knocks produced two, three matched to three, and so on. The mysterious creature and I went on and on for a while, in that funny attempt to socialize. Finally best result came when I tried to say "hi" with morse code! Mom insisted to make me learn all those lines and dots assuming I could have needed them, I judged that kind of lessons as boring but damn if she was right to make me complete all of them! The creature actually responded with a similar sign: four rapid knocks for h, two for i. "You are human then," I finally ventured to talk aloud. "I am, well, I'm Prince Albert!", I heard from the other side. Three or four beeps and the fake wall, slowly, lifted up by itself until it reached the ceiling; now the screen was directly above my head. A young man in his early twenties stood naked in front of me, hairless as me! "They shaved everything off you as well," I thought to myself without taking the risk of saying it aloud. Who knew what could happen, which stronger punition I could deserve if I revealed what my father and I did in the bathroom. "That asshole locked you in here", he said coming closer to me; "didn't he? I'll take revenge sooner or later, that son of a..." I remained disturbed by his voice; it was not exactly what one would expect from a young man, it sounded somehow artificial. I dared not stand up and crawled on all fours toward him. How beautiful he was, smooth as silk. The creature appeared as innocent as me, all naked, harmless. When I looked higher, however, I noticed a pair of very small balls and what seemed a ring of flesh, with a hole in the middle, in place of a penis! Like it had somehow retracted. I took a closer look at him; even his skin had something synthetic about it, and I didn't dare touch him, remembering all the stories Mom had told about radiation and its effects. "I thought I was unlucky but you had a worse fate," I pointed to my poor member locked in a metal cage; "I wouldn't even guess how painful it had to be!" "What is pain? Never felt such sensation," Prince Albert looked at me in surprise, almost laughing; "I don't know what you're talking about. And for the magic wheel, well, I was born this way." Prince Albert. Yes. It was a name I had already heard from male students at school, but in which situation! I couldn't remember. Prince Albert... Prince Albert. I wonder why it reminded me of something forbidden, related to a ring. Perhaps it was just this poor guy whom no one wanted me to see. I reached out my hand toward him to introduce myself and he... He bit it! His teeth felt like sharp knives, so his bite caused me to lose some blood into his mouth. In a short while his tongue started licking the wound, the burning sensation of freshly broken skin quickly replaced by a pleasant warmth; damn the member cage, I was experiencing same shivers I have in the night during my prohibited dreams! What the fuck was going on? As soon as I withdrew my hand from his mouth I noticed that my skin was intact. Like nothing had happened except for the drops of gelatinous saliva falling from my fingers. "Negative disgusting DNA," he spit in my face and indeed his saliva was mixed with blood. So much blood! I felt panic invade my heart and knelt down again, careful not to touch Albert. "I am Elias anyways," I told him and that was enough for the stranger to change his attitude. "Oh, excuse me," he knelt in front of me and I felt his hands explore my whole body: neck, hips, hands, ass. "You have a wonderful butt," he said; "and I guess I'm not authorized to access that door!" I looked at him in amazement: enter my ass in what sense? Ass is exit-only door, this is what I always learned at school. Shit comes out and viruses come in, that body part must be touched by doctors for exams or treatments only. We can't even shove a finger in our own rear hole without getting in some danger. "I've heard about you even before you were born," Albert brought his face closer to my neck, and I trembled with fear: what if he planted his teeth there as well! "You must learn how to use your body before the big event. Your whole body, no part excluded. I'll show you some tricks if you want!" Big event? My 18th birthday or was it something else? A mutant creature is informed about details concerning me and I'm clueless? My parents talk mysteryous when I'm around then lock me in a cage when I ask them questions? "I am here for peace," Albert said; "and I don't give a damn about what they are doing outside, fuck the world!" He stared at the ceiling, where images of a public event came from; an old man was talking on stage, microphone in his hand, a large crowd loudly cheering every time the speaker finished a sentence. "I've silenced the audio," he whispered in my ear," because the president out there is just talking bullshit! And if you're here with me that means you are finding a way to rise against him." "I wanted to join the ceremony and confront that old fart but Dad locked me in this awful prison," I told him the whole story and he caressed me with his sexy hands starting from my face, then went down to my chest, and when he reached my nipples he turned them. First the right, then the left! As if they were buttons or levers of an electronic equipment. It went on like this for several minutes: he squeezed my nipples and with his other hand explored my asshole but never dared to do anything else. "Nothing changes," he sighed resignedly. "But that's good as you are a pure human! Such a rare specimen nowadays! Too bad you're still negative, I recognized it tasting your blood." I shook my head, confused. So he guided my hand toward his nipples. Oh, how different they were from mine! Hard, protruding, they almost didn't even feel like flesh when I explored them with my fingers. "Play with them," he encouraged me; "squeeze them, press them, lick them, bite them. Let me feel how a horny man behaves!" Damn, this creature is free to use all the words my father repeats every day but I cannot say nor know their meaning! I dared not ask him any more questions and twisted his right nipple. Once, twice, three times and I suddenly saw that the flesh ring between his legs gradually stretched as I turned the nipple clockwise. It seemed unrolling step by step, each movement I made with my fingers. Wonders of technology, or biology, what kind of mutation could it be? His balls remained small instead, and I had no guts to give them the same treatment without his consent. "Extensible member," I joked; "I wish I had something similar! Mine grows in some occasions but it never varies in length like yours and now it's useless, you see it yourself: Dad has trapped it to keep it small and soft." "I found it out by myself," he told me; "Two years ago I was 18 and trying to set free from my cage, I bumped against the bars with my chest. My right nipple remained trapped and I discovered this trick. So I tried with the left as well!" "Were you locked in this cage? Are you... Were you born here?" "Shut up," he interrupted me and twisted the nipple counterclockwise until his magic long member turned into a miserable ring of flesh again. He turned around and I finally saw his butt. Two nice firm ass cheeks, but there seemed to be no sign of a hole! I explored it with my fingers sliding them up and down; Albert remained still, no sign or pleasure or discomfort so I gave it up, not knowing what to do or expect. "Oh, damn," I exclaimed; "you're assless! And what about your physical needs?" "I expel food discards in the morning and evening only," Albert smiled; "in those occasions my hole opens in exit mode. I am programmed this way, because my ass has mainly other purposes." With his fingers he twisted his left nipple clockwise, and I couldn't believe my eyes! Every single nipple stimulation made his ass open more and more. "I can take up to ten cocks at once without poppers," he boasted, and I stood staring at him, my eyes widening as I watched his body change on command: his ass wide or tight, the forbidden words coming out of his mouth like there was no tomorrow! He spoke in a language that was precluded to me and that, who knows why, made me think of some memorable experiences I would have liked to try one day. "You are not free, Elias, not yet at least. You cannot enter me and give me the seed of life. And same for me with you. I have precise tasks to complete and orders to obey." "My dad mentions it as Life generator," I corrected him; "but I heard him call it 'cock' when talking to Mom or their friends. It can create positive lives, this is what I know even without any idea about what it means." "I understand you puppy," he reassured me; "I would love to upgrade your status myself, but my virus said it's not my duty. HIV will kill me if I disobey!" A sudden coughing fit blocked Albert's voice as he fell forward. Identical symptom to the one my father had just some minutes before! I thought back to what I had studied at school over the past year, to what I had begun to figure out but never had definitive confirmation about. "HIV is a virus, and it can't talk," I said to Albert, who stood up slowly. He breathed deeply, looked at me then walked away to the opposite side of the cage. He typed something into a keyboard that I could not locate, and the old man's voice could be heard from the ceiling: "Today I am turning 100 years old and this is just the beginning," the old man announced. "I am the President of the United States of Europe as long as this body is strong enough." "Bullshit," muttered Albert. "Bullshit." I looked at the screen and saw three men crawling on all fours toward the president. Slaves, I thought; until the camera framed the centrally located one. He had stuck a wooden stick up his ass from which hung some kind of leather jumpsuit. No, it wasn't a suit! I looked at it horrified, then stared at Albert, and again at the slave who exposed his ass at the camera. "You see him," thundered the elder's voice. "No, not the man. But the flag. That... That is the skin of a traitor! And what a traitor!" The crowd soundly cheered at Mr. President, but as soon as he mentioned "traitor" they all stopped. The incoming unreal silence was the sound of deadly fear. "Him! My only son. My favorite..." Still within camera range 100-year-old man violently pulled the rod out of his slave's ass and showed it to the crowd: "Listen and look! This, this is not a full suit..." I flattened myself to the ground terrified but Albert unleashed a wicked smile and a mischievous laugh under his breath. "You see... This... This is my son Albert's skin! Prince Albert was supposed to be my direct successor, carry my viral strain and honor me. But then he betrayed the State and offended the Army!" He spit at the poor skin, then another spit toward the crowd, which was followed by long minutes of swearing and cursing; that old mouth has still the courage to share all existing obscenities known by human race. "What a dishonor, the bastard made the virus mutate! So I had to kill my own unique son. Me... Me to be defeated by an insignificant creature like him? The world is at constant war, and that one was talking about peace? Inappropriate! I needed him in the army and he betrayed me in worst way." Once again Albert smiled in my direction, caressing his own skin with pride but deliberately ignoring my astonished look. "So now I carry his skin with me," the elderly president continued his obvious delirium. "Do you understand, you worthless negative people? You, only you are my hope for the new army. Only I can decide who you should marry and copulate with! No one must ever touch any other person without the army's permission and my signature. Or you will end up like my son." Then he took by the arm the naked slave who until a short while before was holding the flag with Albert's skin up his ass. "He is my most trusted slave," again the President spoke to the crowd. "His task is to find all 18-year-olds born HIV-negative and bringing them to me. My future new soldiers. Or slaves. It depends if they sexually attract me enough. And, one more thing..." People kept silent again while President guided his slave on stage. "Down there in Bugdom", he continued pointing his index finger on an electronic map. "I confined all HIV-positive people to the underground city I had built from caves and bomb bunkers. But you already know that, right?" "YES, MR. PRESIDENT", people shouted in unison. "But there is one positive family hiding a negative boy and this can't be tolerated!" I froze. Negative was a word I heard from Dad when he talked about me with Mom assuming I didn't listen, or when doctors came to check on me during my childhood in case I felt ill for any reason. "So, Slave Scotty", President pulled the guy's arm forcing him to come closer to the microphone. "Promise it, say it to our citizens. Are you going to rescue this boy and bring him up here to comply his duties in the State's army?" "Yes, Sir", Scotty said solemnly and kissed President's hand. "I already gained his trust in years, now it's really matter of some days." "Oh, damn it," I winced as I looked the slave in the face; a rush of anger made me run to the bars and hit them with my fists until Albert grabbed me from behind. "Hey, Elias! Hey! Keep quiet! Calm down!" I pushed him away: if that murdered dead Prince Albert was the president's son, who was I befriending in the cage? Besides, what happened to Scotty? He was my best friend, my only friend. "Everything is OK Elias. I fooled Mr. President and he didn't even notice! I changed my skin, like reptilians. I faked death, I have the power to do it! I'm not alone. We're not alone here, boy." Asses and dicks growing on command, talking viruses and changing skin, what a monster I was dealing with! Who was with us here then, I didn't see any other living creature. "I know it sounds strange my friend, but my HIV and I have to protect you because you trust the wrong people and your life is at high risk." Scott, the dear Scott. My parents never accepted our friendship and now I was beginning to understand why. "All negative 18 year old guys belong to me," the president's speech sounded sinister now, given what I had learned in a few hours that same morning: "you are an electron and we are protons," now my parents' words began to make sense, together with basic physics lesson: Proton is positive, Electron is negative charge in an atom. "It's not our fault we were born this way," Albert hugged me tightly. "Me half human and half robot, you coming out negative from a positive couple." "I don't even know what that means," I complained; "if you're talking about HIV maybe they would have wanted to protect me from a disease." Prince Albert shook his head: "No no no, it's the opposite. Your parents wanted you positive. But our virus disagreed and HIV's the one to have the last word in any steps we take. Our virus is protecting you through all of us until you'll be ready for the status upgrade."

I'll top all kinds of guys when we're feeling good about doing it and got the chance. Otters and bears are hot though, if I'm at a club or looking on an app they're the guys I'm usually going to go to. Love a guy with some good body hair and beard. Slim, chunky or muscle is cool. Can't tell you the exact thing that gets me in to a guy, it varies, but those things always help. A nice hairy butt and hole are always hot, so definitely more an otter or bear kinda guy for me. But I also love a sexy daddy. And some of the older ones have super fuckable butts, the kind that feel like they melt around you as you slide your dick in. The first guy like this I topped without a condom was amazing. He felt so hot and sexy around me. I had to keep slowing down so I didn't cum in him too soon. Handsome guy I'd say yes to in any situation, but wow, his hole is something else. You can tell he's been topped so many times his hole can take a dick with zero resistance, but it's still so hot, tight and intimate. I've been lucky and met a small number of guys with holes like this and they've mostly been hot older daddies, the kind of guy who have been getting topped a lot for years.

Part 46: Who's Your Daddy? (Will's Perspective) “I just want to fuck everything,” Lewis told us. “Actually, I just want anyone to fuck me.” We were all at Doctor Wade’s office. Peter came with Doctor Wade. I picked up Lewis and then Dom. It was a Saturday, meaning we were alone. It had been several weeks since we got the call from Peter, telling us that Lewis had started converting. While we all knew that had been the goal, I guess we hadn’t fully prepared to jump into action once his body accepted his new poz status. “His parents can’t find out,” I told Dom. “Wade is on his way to help,” Dom told me. “How is that going to make sense to them?” “Peter told me that he’s going to say that you told him about Wade.” “Does that make sense?” “It’s gonna have to,” he told me. In all the chaos, Dom and I had forgotten about his question to me. At least, it seemed as if Dom had forgotten. “Will,” he said, gasping for a final breath as he climaxed, “will you marry me?” It hadn’t registered at first. In that moment, nothing felt real. He had just told me that he was going back on his medication. At one point in his life, he had been determined to ride his HIV status all the way to full blown AIDS. I suppose I had always known this. I’d read enough about chasers and gifters to know the deal. I’d seen thousands of poz videos where the men cried out, “Give me all your fucking AIDS!” It took the desire for the strain to a new level. While I had never sought out to be poz, everyone around me had. They wanted this. They lusted after the freedom it provided. They wanted the rush knowing their cum was toxic and deadly. Yes, it gave me a rush too. I loved unloading in Pastor Kline, Peter, Lewis, and Ryan, knowing my cum could transform their bodies. I loved fucking my father, knowing just as he had given me life, I was giving him, in the eyes of many, death. My dick was a weapon, and I loved using it. It wasn’t until Dom told me that he was going to avoid, or at least postpone, this ultimate fate that it fully set in the life I was living. And while it did scare me for a moment, I couldn’t deny the pleasure I also found within this knowledge. Dom had done his duty. The tally marks on his arms proved this. Now, it was my turn to take up the responsibility. It’s what I wanted… wasn’t it? Could I even do what Dom did? Was it possible? Not with my job, I thought. Not living like I was, hiding in the shadows. So many of us were. Peter had escaped, but we’d seen the aftermath. It wasn’t pretty. Still, I found myself jealous of him. Many nights I’d lie awake and think about how I’d blow up my life. I imagined announcing my status as a gay, poz man in church, watching as everyone exploded in shock and awe. Maybe I’d run down to Dom, kissing him. The worst idea I had was to record Dom and I fucking just so I could “accidentally” show it during a service. This idea I scrapped quickly. Still, something inside me knew I couldn’t live in the shadows any longer. Lewis needed to keep it a secret until he was in a better place, less dependent on his family. Perhaps in college he’d manage. He needed to distance himself from Peter so that no investigation started, possibly pulling us into the madness. Ryan was the same, though Pastor Kline would help him as much as possible. Would Mrs. Kline figure out that not only her son was gay but also her husband? I think In Pastor Kline’s wildest dreams he wanted to run off with Ryan, finding another man to fuck them both. But what about me? What was I going to do, especially now that Dom had asked me to marry him? We had held our breaths in the hours that followed Peter’s phone call. What would happen with Lewis? Would his parents take him to the hospital? Would Wade be able to persuade them otherwise? Was everything about to come crashing down around us? Dom and I drove to Wade’s apartment and waited with Peter. He answered the door naked, his cock hard and leaking. It was somewhat funny watching Peter pace the room. He looked like a man waiting to see if his wife had given birth to a healthy baby. In a way, this is exactly what was happening. Peter had been the one to take Lewis’s virginity. He had been the one to pull Lewis into this life, into the desire to be poz. In many ways, Lewis was giving birth to a new phase in his life, and Peter was responsible for it. Maybe, once he’s away from his parents, Lewis will join Peter and Wade, acting as a thruple. Hours later, Wade called us. “He’s definitely converting,” Wade told us. “I’ve given him some medicine to help him through, though I told his parents I’d check in on him again tomorrow.” “And they’re believing you?” I asked. “I told them I’m a friend of yours,” Wade said. “I told them I make house calls, and I think they bought it. Just hearing your name had them trusting me immediately.” That kind of made me sick in my stomach, the idea that Lewis’s parents trusted me, and believed I was a good man, when, in reality, I was one of the men making sure their son was going to be infected by HIV. I also hated that this idea also made me hard. “Luckily, he doesn’t look too bad,” Wade said. “The kid will feel like shit for a few days, but it’s looking a lot like the flu. He’s lucky.” “We all are,” I said. “That could have exposed all of us.” “New rule,” Dom said, “no fucking anyone under the age of twenty-one. Not right now. It’s too risky.” “I make no promises,” Peter said. “I can’t contain this cobra.” He grabbed his bulge and squeezed. “What can I say. Something about those young men just get me going.” “Thanks for the help, Wade,” Dom said. “No problem. I managed to suck Lewis off when his parents weren’t looking. The kid has got some delicious cum. I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s visit.” A few days later Lewis was feeling better, but another call came through, this time from Pastor Kline. “I just got a call from Ryan,” he told us. “He’s really sick. I think he’s converting.” “Anything you want us to do?” we asked. “No, we’ll be fine,” he said. “I’ve rented a room near the college. My wife wanted to come, but I told her I’d manage. His roommate thinks he has the flu, so I said I’d watch over Ryan at the motel so his roommate doesn’t get sick.” “Let us know if you need anything.” “We’ll be fine,” Pastor Kline said. “I’m just happy to be the one there to care for him. He is my little boy.” Pastor Kline kept us updated. Ryan’s conversion was rougher than Lewis’s, but he managed. From what Pastor Kline told us, it didn’t take long for him to ride his son’s poz cock multiple times, milking him of the family batter. We knew Pastor Kline wouldn’t want to leave Ryan, finally having the sexual relationship with his son that he had always wanted. Within a short time, two new members of our brotherhood joined, toxic loads building up in their youthful bodies. If their youth didn’t give them sexual energy, this new sexual drive in their bodies would, almost driving them crazy. “I keep getting hard in the locker room,” Lewis told us. “I just want to jump on all their cocks and start riding.” His sex drive was through the roof, an issue we managed to control by regular visits to my office at the church. His parents thought he was volunteering, and he was… sort of. He was volunteering his ass to Dom and me, and we made sure to fill him up to the point of him bursting. “I can’t wait till I get to college,” he told us after a long session of fucking. We were all on the floor, naked, covered in sweat and cum. Pastor Kline had joined us, making sure to drink down all the piss he could manage. “You were born to be a slut whore,” Dom said, slapping his ass which had a trail of cum leaking out. “You’ll convert half the campus.” “If I’m lucky,” Lewis said, sticking his fingers into his sticky hole and scooping out a glob of our cum. He licked his fingers. “I’m going to miss having you guys around to fuck me, though.” “You’ll find other tops,” I said. “Trust me. You never know who wants to secretly fuck your ass.” “From what Ryan has told me,” Pastor Kline started, “he’s already found someone near his college to fuck.” “Another student?” “A married man,” Pastor Kline told us. “Four kids. A controlling wife. He’s a lawyer, I think.” “A married lawyer,” Dom said. “I like the way your son thinks. Maybe we’ll give him a weekend visit.” “He’ll be coming up to visit next weekend,” Pastor Kline said. “He’s excited to see everyone.” Now, here we were, in Doctor Wade’s office, all of us collected together for the first time since we fucked at Peter’s house. So much time had passed, and so many men had converted. Lewis was getting tests done along with Ryan. We’d wanted to test and see who their actual gifters were, something we hadn’t done for Pastor Kline or Peter. We didn’t care, but Ryan and Lewis wanted to know. They had managed to get samples collected beforehand, but they wanted us all together for the announcement. “Everyone here?” a voice called from the hall. Pastor Kline and Ryan entered, another man following behind them. He was a tall man, muscular, with an intensity I’d only ever seen in Dom. Though Dom was still bigger, this other man could easily hold his own ground. “We brought a guest,” Ryan said, motioning to the man. “This is Graham.” Graham nodded to us, smiling. “Hello,” he said, his voice low. “I hope I’m not crashing anything.” “That depends,” Peter said. “Are you here to fuck?” We all laughed at Peter’s brazen question. “I’m ready when you are,” he said. “I’m all cleaned out and ready to go.” “You’re a bottom?” Doctor Wade asked. “Sure am,” he said, wrapping an arm around Ryan, pulling him into his arms. “I’m a cumdump whore for this man right here.” “That’s so fucking hot,” Peter said. “But he will fuck you if you ask politely,” Pastor Kline said. “He’s got a great, uncut cock. I can see how he’s fathered four kids.” “They made me the middle of a Kline sandwich,” Graham said, reaching out and grabbing Pastor Kline’s ass. “Never thought I’d fuck a pastor’s ass. “Tell me about it,” Dom said, grabbing mine. Ryan told us about how he and Graham had met, Ryan getting an internship at the office where Graham worked. “I noticed Graham straight away,” Ryan said. “I got hard immediately, but I tried not to be obvious.” “He didn’t do a good job,” Graham told us. “I saw him checking me out, so I worked to give him something to look at.” “You’ve never seen an ass like his in gray dress pants,” Ryan said. “Finally, I cornered him in the copier room,” Graham said. “It was like something straight out of a porno.” “I fucked his ass right there,” Ryan said. “I pressed his face down on the copier as I flooded his ass.” “I’ve got the scan hidden in my desk,” Graham said. “You can see my eyes rolling back in my head.” They told us about fucking in Graham’s office while he was on a Zoom call, how they fucked in his bed, almost getting caught by his wife. “It just makes the sex hotter,” Graham said. “I love riding Ryan’s cock on my wife’s side of the bed.” “He also likes to wear her thongs when I do,” Ryan said. “Hugs his ass just right.” “What kind of lawyer are you?” I asked. “I work a lot with divorce cases,” he said. “We’ll be talking later,” Peter said. “I’ll fuck you while we figure out how to best drop my ex-wife.” “Sounds good,” Graham said. “I heard about you. I’m excited to see just how much cum I can milk out of those balls of yours.” “Calm down, everyone,” Doctor Wade said, returning to us, papers in hand. “I’ve got the results.” “Tell us,” Peter said. “Tell us who their daddies are.” “Well, not just them,” Doctor Wade said. “I tested you, too.” “Me?” Peter asked. “Thought I might as well,” Wade said. “Some of the samples I collected after you converted I sent away weeks ago. I just saved the information.” “And?” “Well,” Wade started, “Looks like Dom can add another tally to his arm if he wants.” “Who?” “Lewis,” Wade said. Lewis looked at Dom and smiled. “Told you I was going to make your ass mine,” Dom said. “You rode my cock like your life depended on it.” “And I want another go,” Lewis told him. “And what about Peter and Ryan?” “Well,” Wade started again, “looks like Peter and Ryan are brothers with Jay.” The room was silent, everyone turning to look at me. “Congrats, Will,” Doctor Wade said. “It’s triplets.” “Me?” I asked, looking at them all. I couldn’t believe it. First, I found out I was the one to poz Jay, and I’d only started to get over that shock. While he and I were on speaking terms, we were still working to smooth out the issues that remained between us. But now, I was also the gifter to both Peter and Ryan. I looked at them, seeing two strong, sexy men. Men who I fucked. Men who I bred. Men who I infected with my toxic cum. My cock became hard. “Maybe I should give my hole to him first,” Graham said, eyeing me. “Sounds like his cock gets the job done.” “Congrats, babe,” Dom said, kissing me. His hand rested on my chest, right over my heart and my tattoo. “Thanks for the charge, daddy,” Peter said, winking at me. “Don’t call me that,” I told him, laughing. “You’re older than I am.” “Just think,” Peter said, grabbing his crotch, massaging his bulge, “all the asses I infect from now on are all because of you.” “Not just me,” I told him. “Because of Dom.” “That’s true,” Pastor Kline said. “We wouldn’t be here without Dom.” Everyone cheered for him, Dom’s face growing red from embarrassment. “Thank you. Thank you. I work hard at fucking lives up.” He looked at me, his smile fading slightly. “With that said, I’d like to announce that I will be officially hanging up my gifter title.” “What do you mean?” Ryan asked. “You’re not gonna fuck anymore?” “Fuck no,” Dom said. “Of course, I’m gonna keep fucking. You can’t stop me. I mean, come on, have you seen Will’s ass.” They laughed. “No,” Dom said, “what I mean is that I’ve started on medication that will, after some time, make me undetectable.” “Why?” Lewis asked. “Because I’ve been gifting long enough,” he said. “And while I love it, there’s someone I love more.” Dom kissed me, holding me close. “I want to be here for a long time, and if medication allows that, and allows me to keep fucking all of you, then it’s what I want.” “Which means,” Doctor Wade said, looking at Lewis, “that you will be the last ass Dom converts.” “Wow,” Lewis said. He looked at Dom, smiling. “Thank you, sir. I’m honored.” “You better be,” Dom said. “I’m expecting you to convert dozens of men with that ass of yours.” “Oh, I will,” Lewis said. “No one will be able to stop me.” “But my legacy lives on,” Dom said, looking at us all. “It isn’t just what’s here.” He ran his hand along the tally mark tattoo. “It’s everyone here. You’re all a bunch of fucked up fuckers who can’t stop fucking, and those are the kind of men I want carrying my strain forever.” “We won’t let you down,” Peter said. He looked from Dom to me. “Either one of you.” “And with that said,” Dom continued, “there is another announcement to be made.” “Another announcement?” Pastor Kline asked. “Did your dad convert?” Peter asked me. “Not yet,” I told him. “Jay has been riding our dad’s cock almost every day, so it’s only a matter of time.” “Jay and your dad,” Pastor Kline said, massaging his own bulge. “Now, that’s a sight to see.” “It’s about us,” Dom said, still holding me close. “I asked Will to marry me.” Everyone was silent, their eyes growing wide. “You proposed?” Peter asked. “I thought you told me you weren’t the marrying type,” Doctor Wade said, smiling. “I wasn’t,” Dom said. “The only thing I lived for was fucking and converting men. That’s all I ever wanted to do. That’s all I ever thought about. I was a walking biohazard sign, ready to infect, ready to convert neg holes into toxic cumdumps. But then, I met Will, and things changed. I fucked him because he’s hot, because he’s a pastor and I loved the idea of corrupting him.” “Which you did,” I said. “Which I did,” Dom continued. “And I really thought that would be the end of it. A poz gay man fucks and converts a straight pastor. Sounds like bad porn, but I did it. And I kept doing it. I kept coming back to Will, again and again. And he kept coming back to me.” I watched as Dom spoke. I remembered the dangerous animal I had seen in him when he fucked me, converting me. While that part of him still existed, I now saw something different in him. Just like the night he proposed, I saw someone capable of delicate, passionate love, a love he wanted to give to me. And only me. “That voice that’s been in my head,” Dom continued, “that voice that tells us to fuck, to hunt down men to convert, it brought me to Will. After him, the voice started to change. At first, it tried to pull me away from him, but, after time, the voice fell silent. Instead, I heard a new voice. Will’s voice. Before I knew it, Will was a part of my life. Before I knew it, Will became my life. I couldn’t imagine my life without him. I love him, and he loves me. He was no longer the pastor I corrupted. He was the man who entered my life and made me want to continue living as long as possible.” I saw tears in Dom’s eyes, and I realized that I had never seen Dom cry before. He’d seen me, though most of that was because his cock threatened to tear me open every time he fucked me. This was different. Dom wasn’t the mythical man, the poz top fucking and converting every man he met. No. Dom was different now. Somehow, he was stronger now than ever before. “But what did you say?” Peter asked, looking at me. I smiled. “I said yes.” __________________________________________________________________________________________ A bit sappy, but I couldn't help it. More to cum.

Chapter 3 Who's Who: - Caleb: main character, 18 y/o senior at St. Denis High School with a strong interest in messaging strangers on sex apps. - Mr. Sanchez: teacher who caught Caleb jacking off in the school bathroom during class while cruising sex apps; threatened to turn Caleb in to the principal if Caleb didn't satisfy Mr. Sanchez's big dick. - Mr. Jacobs: the old math teacher who added his raw load to Caleb's hole between classes after finding out from Mr. Sanchez that Caleb is a little fuckslut. * * * Fourth period came and went. Caleb was feeling increasingly nervous — and a bit excited — with the swift approach of his lunchtime follow-up with Mr. Sanchez. The student's cum-slick ass crack and the teachers' cum loads sloshing inside his anal cavity had prevented Caleb from focusing during the intervening class periods. What did keep his attention was the effort to remember the feeling of Mr. Sanchez's thick, raw dick pressing into his soft insides that morning. Caleb wished Mr. Sanchez had not confiscated his phone so that Caleb could message one of his hookup contacts the salacious details. Alas, the story would have to wait until Caleb could secure the return of his phone during lunch. Fifth period biology, his least favorite subject, was next. Caleb made his way into Mr. Park's biology class where his classmates were already offloading the heft of their overstuffed bookbags onto the workbenches. Projected on the screen at the front of the class was the topic and learning objectives for the day, which read: "Today we will explore the structure and function of DNA. Students will explore DNA's physical characteristics by isolating samples from their own bodies. Students will have the opportunity to understand the role that DNA plays in the human body and to understand DNA's physical characteristics." "Caleb!," Mr. Park's ever-jubilant voice came from behind. "I hear from Mr. Jacobs that you got a head start on today's lesson!" Mr. Park laughed at his own comment as Caleb's eyes turned to meet his teacher's. "Mr. Jacobs?," Caleb responded, wondering whether the question was accidentally too apropos. "Indeed, indeed. He tells me you brought some DNA samples that we might be able to assay today for our lesson." If Mr. Park's eyebrows could have lifted any higher, they would have escaped his face. Ambiguous though the references were on the surface, Caleb felt a surge of anxiousness. Mr. Park had thrust Caleb into a chess match of innuendo which threatened a verbal checkmate in just a few rather inelegantly direct moves. How was Caleb to respond with so many of his peers around? And furthermore, why was it starting to seem like every last one of his male teachers knew about the raw cocks that had spewn ejaculate into Caleb's rectum that morning? "Yes, I brought them," Caleb replied, considering each word as it left his lips. He took a brief pause to calculate what followed. "There's a slight issue though. The container has a hole, and I'm worried there's been some leakage." His desire to steer away from the hidden meaning that Mr. Park was so publicly flaunting had only driven Caleb nearer to the precipice of revelation. Mr. Park appeared bemused by Caleb's apparent, if veiled, confession. "I must say, such sloppiness does not seem characteristic of you, but the good news is there is no hole that Mr. Park can't fill." Caleb wondered whether his biology teacher had lost sight of the infamous sensitivity of high schoolers to sexual double entendre. Sloppiness, indeed. The laughter from around the room made Caleb acutely aware that the conversation with Mr. Park was now a spectacle. "Class!," Mr. Park needlessly summoned the attention that he already held, "I'm going to have you start working on the reflection prompt on the screen while I step out to help Caleb with something." Caleb's face felt warm as he followed Mr. Park out of the classroom. They rounded the corner into one of the central campus hallways before Mr. Park spoke again. "Mr. Jacobs tells me you are quite the little whore." Mr. Park's sudden directness caught Caleb by surprise. Caleb's cock stirred as he looked around to make sure no one had been in earshot. The biology teacher continued, "I have to applaud you for that oblique reference to your cummy hole that you made just now in front of your classmates." Mr. Park looked sideways at Caleb and smiled knowingly. "Your slutty profiles on all the hookup apps that you're always logged into have really captured the male faculty's attention, you know." Caleb felt a warm excitement swelling in him. The biology teacher continued, "Surely a smart student like you understands what an exceptional provocation it is to stay logged into location-based hookup apps during the school day with a profile headline like, 'Pussyboy for use.'" Breaking for a moment from the rousing implications of Mr. Park's comments, Caleb noticed further down the hallway the towering, broad-shouldered figure of a man leaning in a doorway. It was not an entry to a classroom, but rather one of the many normally closed doors that lead to a windowless room of which the general student populace knew very little. Because these various doorways opened into neither classrooms nor study spaces and given that they did not serve one of the several disciplinary or resource-gathering functions typical of an educational institution, most students bore only a passing awareness of them. Had any enterprising student endeavored to inventory all the many closed entries to these rooms of ambiguous function that perforated the St. Denis campus, they may have chanced upon a discovery that would have been at once mundane and extraordinary, for these ill-understood spaces far outnumbered their counterparts of known function. Surely they could not all be supply closets and back entries to faculty offices. Mr. Park, mistaking Caleb's momentary silence for embarrassment, offered, "There's really no need to feel self-conscious that we've all seen your profiles, you know. You will soon find that an ambitious young slut like you can really make the most out of what St. Denis has to offer. To be totally forthright with you, Caleb, I would be shocked if you didn't get off on the idea of being the campus fleshlight." Caleb's cock swelled against his jeans. The obscured figure down the hallway was now much closer. As Caleb and Mr. Park approached, Caleb was able to perceive the uniquely defined musculature of the head custodian, Mr. Martin, who was staring Caleb directly in the face. Caleb locked eyes with Mr. Martin, whose gaze was both stern and ravenous. Caleb could never quite tell if the head custodian was angry or just an unaccommodating sort who dispensed with pleasantries and the feigned interest that the rest of the administrative staff had perfected. Only now did Caleb realize that Mr. Martin's thick right arm was plunged deep into his pants where he was fondling himself rather aggressively. As they came into conversational distance, Mr. Park nodded in acknowledgement at the custodian, stating cordially, "Mr. Martin." The head custodian said nothing in return and instead, looked Caleb up and down. Undeterred by their proximity and Mr. Park's greeting, the muscular hulk of a custodian rubbed his unseen cock under his pants with abandon. At once unsettled and transfixed, Caleb could not take his eyes off Mr. Martin's self-pleasuring in the openness of one of the main campus hallways. After Mr. Park and his transfixed student had walked past the crotch-fondling head custodian, Mr. Park resumed in a hushed tone, "Between you and me, I wouldn't let Mr. Martin slide up inside you without a pharmacy's supply of antibiotics in the medicine cabinet at home. I would be shocked if that man has ever set foot in a clinic." Caleb's heartbeat quickened and his throat felt tight. For the first time that day, Caleb felt that he was in over his head. And yet, there was no mistaking that he found the shocking visual of the head custodian fondling himself so openly on school property combined with the details Mr. Park was imparting to be thrilling. Caleb felt like he ought to be repulsed. The biology teacher came to a stop and turned toward one of the many ill-understood doorways along the hall. After passing a keycard over an access reader, he pulled the door open for Caleb, who entered cautiously, unsure of what precisely he was to do. "Head all the way in," Mr. Park offered. Caleb proceeded down the dimly lit passageway before him until he found himself in a room filled with elaborate lighting and camera equipment. Before he could take in the full scene, Caleb felt the warmth of lips kissing his neck from behind. The abruptness of it was startling, but Caleb maintained his composure and acquiesced. The kissing continued up the young man's neck toward his ear, as Caleb felt a hand maneuvering its way past the waist of Caleb's pants and en route to his ass crack. There was a tenderness and gentle pacing in the neck kisses that seemed to serve as a cover for the brusqueness of the wandering hand, which had found its way between Caleb's ass cheeks. It was clear that Mr. Park's hand was not waiting for the student's permission to proceed to the cum-soaked hole at the center. Caleb pushed his pelvis back slightly to make access to his cum-fragrant underside easier. A finger pressed firmly against his hole and steadily progressed inside as Caleb whimpered -- as much in ecstasy as surprise. "You like carrying your teacher's cum around inside you, slut?" Caleb's eyes widened as he realized the man's voice behind him was not that of Mr. Park's. Who was this stranger kissing his neck while sliding a digit inside Caleb's warm, cum-soaked rectum? Where had Mr. Park gone? Caleb tried not to let his shock force his asshole to constrict around the finger working itself deeper into his pre-fucked underside. "Shhhh…. Keep looking straight ahead. Don't turn around. Do you understand?" Whose voice was this? Caleb couldn't place it. He felt his heart pounding against his rib cage. "Yes, sir," Caleb replied softly. A second finger slid confidently into the young student's anal opening. The moistness of the cum inside was more than adequate lubrication for the stranger's fingers. Remembering Mr. Sanchez's demand from earlier, Caleb tried to maintain enough tension in his hole to keep the cum from leaking out. It was a difficult balance to also not fully grip the two fingers that were now fully inside him. The stranger swirled his fingers in the cum juices inside Caleb's rectum and then pulled them out with a measured slowness. The cum-soaked fingers presented themselves under the student's nose. "Clean those off, pussyboy." Caleb sucked down the dripping ejaculate. As he swallowed, Caleb cast his eyes downward. A cum-slicked, thick black wedding band glistened. The young man savored the taste and fragrance of the cum as he sucked the strange man's fingers clean. The task complete, the hand withdrew. "Drop your pants and spread your ass cheeks for me. If I catch you turning around, I'll have you expelled faster than it takes Mr. Jacobs to cum." Caleb heard a zipper being undone. "Now, show me this cum-filled teen pussy everyone is talking about." Caleb complied, dropping his pants to his heels and leaning forward slightly. The young man pulled his muscled ass cheeks apart as he wondered if Mr. Park was watching all this transpire in silence. Caleb had been certain that the footsteps that had followed behind him down the short hallway and into this windowless room had been those of his biology teacher, but the way that the stranger had just appeared behind Caleb in the place where he had assumed Mr. Park to be made the young high school student question his senses. It was as though the strange man had stolen the very sound of the biology teacher's footsteps. To have done so in such a small, noiseless space seemed rehearsed. All Caleb could hear in that moment were the sounds of fabric moving against fabric. The stranger was summoning his manhood to the surface. Caleb felt the warm soft head of the strange man's cock come into contact with his cum-moistened hole, pressing firmly enough to just part Caleb's cummy ass lips without proceeding further. The man's hand grasped Caleb between the shoulder and the neck. "I bet you've never been raw fucked by someone you don't even know." Caleb recalled all the times that he had fantasized about being passed around by a group of masked men with enormous cocks in the woods or an alleyway or behind the supermarket. It was a fantasy that he had had since he had watched his first gay porn. Never, though, did he imagine anything quite like this. "No," Caleb replied as the stranger's raw cockhead pressed a few centimeters further into the young man's hole, parting his spermy sphincter readily. "Well, you better get used to it, pretty boy, because it's what your pussy was made for." Reaching around, the stranger brought his other hand up underneath Caleb's chin and, grabbing the young man's lower face, pressed upwards, forcing Caleb to arch his back to protect his neck. As the anonymous man did so, he plunged the full length of his raw dick deep into the teen's guts. Caleb gasped in pain as the stranger's cockhead stabbed into his second opening. Caleb felt full and winced at the pain from the unrelenting pressure against his second hole. The stranger, having forcefully bottomed out inside Caleb, held his raw dick in place, saying to the boy, "A handsome little bubblebutt cumdump like you is going to make Mr. Sanchez a lot of fucking money." The strange man kept pushing up on Caleb's chin, his grasp covering the young man's mouth. Caleb, through the pain in his rectum, felt the metal of the man's cum-soaked wedding band pressing into his lower lip. The stranger kept pressing his cock deeply into Caleb, until finally the young man's second hole eased its resistance and opened, defeated and compliant, to the pressure of the massive raw dick. "Listen to me when I tell you this, nephew," the stranger continued, his grip tightening around Caleb's mouth and chin, "Mr. Sanchez pays me handsomely to make sure little cunts like you don't end up talking to the wrong people about what goes on here at St. Denis. You're his property now, and he expects you to be the cum-filled community fleshlight that he deserves. Do you understand?" Caleb gulped for air as the pressure against his chin and neck was making breathing more difficult as he replied, "Yes, sir." The stranger pulled his cock out suddenly and plunged it immediately back into Caleb's fuckchute with full force. The sound of cum slopping inside the teen's ass accompanied a loud yelp. "I'm not your fucking sir. I'm your Uncle Ryan. Mr. Sanchez is your sir now. Tell me you understand, whore." "Yes, Uncle Ryan. I understand, Uncle Ryan." "Good, nephew." The stranger began sliding his cum-soaked cock back and forth at the opening to Caleb's second hole, massaging his cockhead deep inside Caleb's warm pussy. "Now I expect you to do everything that Mr. Sanchez tells you. I don't care how you feel about it, the answer is always, 'Yes.' So long as you're on school grounds, you are to be cleaned out and ready." "Yes, Uncle Ryan." "Uncle Ryan" continued edging his cockhead inside Caleb's second hole. "You are to take and hold as many loads in your cunt as you can arrange in the morning before school. This morning was the one and only time ever in your life that Mr. Sanchez is going to be loading you first in the day." Caleb gulped in some air as the pain in his second sphincter began transforming into pleasure that radiated up through his abdomen and into Caleb's nipples. Everything felt more sensitive than it had before. "Yes, Uncle Ryan." "You are not to let any loads leak out of you. No aborting in the bathroom or in your pants. And no letting another top suck loads out of you. Mr. Sanchez deserves nothing less than a full cum bath for his cock whenever he wants to plow your insides. Do you understand?" Caleb began relaxing into the intense micro-fucking that his inner sphincter was receiving. "Yes, Uncle Ryan." "Hear me when I say that my number one job is keeping Mr. Sanchez happy, and what makes him happy is having a tight, warm community fuckhole available to milk his nut out of him on demand. You are never to say no to any load at any time in any place. I don't care if it's your own father asking to breed you live on the evening news. You open up your pussy before any top even has to ask, and let him blast your insides with his DNA. Have I made myself clear, nephew?" The stranger thrust his hips as deep as he could into the young student, driving his dickhead deeper into Caleb's guts. Caleb gasped. "Yes, Uncle Ryan." "Good, nephew. Mr. Sanchez put my number in your phone. When he gives you your phone back, I want you to text me a selfie showing your face and cummy hole in the same shot. Now finish milking this nut out of my dick so Mr. Park can get his turn." Caleb began sliding his sperm-filled ass up and down Uncle Ryan's large cock, savoring the fullness in his lower abdomen and noticing how the scent of cum had filled the room. The stranger released his hand from around the youth's face and chin and placed his hands around Caleb's waist, pulling the student deeper down onto his dick with each backward thrust. "God that pussy smells like cum, don't it?" The voice of Mr. Park emerged for the first time from its diligent silence, "Oh, yes it does!" "What a sweet piece of AIDS bait this little fuckhole is." Caleb's cock leaked a large dollop of cum onto the floor at hearing the stranger call him "AIDS bait." Caleb kept up the work of massaging the stranger's cock with his cummy boyhole, arching his lower back to demonstrate his compliance and to discourage any of the frothy DNA in his rectum from leaking any more than it may already have been. Uncle Ryan's words ricocheted around in Caleb's head as the strange man kept drilling his raw cock deeper into the student. The phrases "community fleshlight" and "AIDS bait" held an almost lyrical resonance in Caleb's mind. He felt transfixed. Hypnotized. Even more thrilling than a stranger's raw dick sliding in and out of Caleb's used hole was the thought that Mr. Sanchez wanted a dirty little slut boy to be his personal fuckhole and that he wanted Caleb to be that slut. As the pounding continued, Caleb wished for nothing more in that moment than for Uncle Ryan to understand that Caleb relished the assignment he had been given, that he could not and would not fail to fulfill all of Mr. Sanchez's most salacious desires, that he would make Uncle Ryan not just satisfied but proud. Caleb yearned for the stranger to add his ejaculate to the warm, foamy pool of cummy slosh from Caleb's teachers. Knowing his biology teacher was watching it all transpire from behind was making the young man hungry for more dicking after the stranger was finished. Caleb arched his lower back as hard as he could as this so-called "Uncle Ryan" began shuddering. Caleb knew he was taking the stranger's hot load deep in his teen pussy. Caleb held on to the pulsating cockshaft as he imagined ropes of sperm spitting into his soft insides. That he didn't even know what Uncle Ryan looked like made the load he just received feel all the more hot. Without anyone else knowing it, the teen smiled and bit his lower lip as he let Uncle Ryan finish unloading his balls inside the handsome teen's rectum.

The last few days had been super hectic. Mike had not had anytime for his pozzing fun. While he had made a ton of money, he still wanted to knock up another hole before he left. He only had today. He worked tonight and flew out in the morning. He jumped on Grindr and found a hot skinny fem boy, Adam, that wanted his dick. He was 19, 6’0, 4.5 in cut dick, and skinny. He was also neg and not on prep. He totally fell for Mike telling him he was ddf on prep. Adam showed up to his room and knocked on the door as Mike was drying off from the shower. Mike answered the door naked and he saw Adams eyes almost bug out of his head. “Get in here boy and suck daddy’s dick” Adam did as he was told and dropped to his knees right inside the door. Taking Mikes’s big fat semi hard dick in this throat. He was choking in no time from the throat fucking Mike was giving him. Josh opened the connecting door to Mike’s room and walked in. “He bro, you have the sheet for tonight? Oh, I see you decide for some fun.” “Yea, I got this little fag here to suck and ride my dick. Come over and he will suck yours too” Adam tried to pull off the dick but Mike held his head on it. He looked down at the boy and said, “I know you’re a slut and want both our dicks” He let Adam off his dick just enough for him to say “Yes daddy” As Josh came over and stripped Mike directed Adam’s throat onto his buddy’s rock hard dick. Mike moved behind Josh and wrapped his arms around his upper body and looked over his shoulder at the fag deep throating him. “I think it’s time you fuck a boy hole buddy” Josh looked at Mike wide eyed, then got the mischievous grin he was know for. “Fuck yes!” “First let me eat your hole as he sucks you before you fuck him” he didnt give Josh any time to object. He was down on his knees using his bigger muscles to hole Josh in place fucking Adam’s throat and while he spread Josh’s cheeks. Josh jumped when Mikes wet tongue hit his hole. But it was followed by a moan. He never had his ass ate by a guy but he loved it! HE continued to face fuck Adam as he felt this new heavenly sensation of his buddy’s warm tongue in his ass! Mike had been planning to break in Josh at some point but hadnt yet. He knew Josh was a pig and figured he be a bottom once he got a dick in him. But the best part was if he could fuck Josh he knew Josh would spread that toxic hiv seed to all the women he fucked and impregnated. So it be a double pregnancy, a baby and hiv. He figured now was the time. Mike directed Adam to lay over the sofa, took some lube and put it on Adam’s hole and then on Josh’s dick. He stood behind Josh as he directed his dick into the raw neg twink hole. He stood behind Josh as he started to pump into the twink hole. His hard dick rubbing Josh’s upper right butt cheek as he kissed on Josh’s neck and ear lobe. Josh moaned with ecstasy. As Josh got his rhythm, Mike put his lube covered fingers into Josh’s crack. Josh slowed for a minute but continued. He leaned into Mikes kisses as he started to pound Adam harder. Mike slipped his lube covered index finger into the spit drenched hole. Josh jumped at first but Mike kept the finger in him and he went back to his rhythm. “Let me put in you man. You will love it bro! Just this once.” Mike whispered to Josh. Josh had thought about taking dick many times. Never tried. Though several girls had rimmed him and fingered him. He nodded yes then whispered back “just pull out” Mike didn’t answer back but instead lined his massive rock hard tool up with his straight buddy’s neg hole. He knew Josh didn’t take prep. He was precumming already! So as to not scare him out of it, Mike went slow, and once he was in held him still so he would not pull off. After about 2 minutes and 4 inches Josh stared to moan again. And then rock on the big raw rock in him as his own dick went into Adams twink hole. Soon Josh was balls deep in Mike’s dick fucking himself on his best friends big fat raw dick as he fucked his first boy ass. He was moaning and in heaven. It took all of 5 minutes for Josh to feel his nut coming on. “Fuck this is going to make me cum” ”impregnate that boy pussy bro!” Mike said as Adam said “Fuck, yes bred me!” Josh unloaded balls deep in the twink hole. He didn’t realize as he was cumming Mike was dumping his second poz load in his ass! He loved being a silent cummer. The first load he put in Josh shortly after he started getting into the man in the middle fuck. They de-coupled as Josh moved around to the font of the sofa and told Adam to suck his dick. Mike slide his still hard poz dick in the boy and continued to fuck him. Going very hard and deep to tear his hole. He knew his third load wouldn’t be as big so he needed to be sure the boy pussy tore. After about 10 mins of him hate fucking Adams boy pussy as he sucked on Josh’s now soft dick Mike moaned and announced he was cumming. Adam begged for the load. After resting from shooting his third charged load, Mike showed Adam out. He came back to a naked Mike on the sofa. ”Man I never knew having a dick in my ass would feel so good! I am glad you didn’t cum in me.” ”I never agreed to that bro, you got 2 of my poz loads in that ass. But hey, just think now you can give chicks a baby and HIV.” ”Yea, true. And now I can give dudes HIV since that twink pussy just now shows me how nice a faggot ass is. I figured you wouldn’t pull out and really kind of glad you didn’t” ”Sweet, let’s shower and then go to work. We both have a busy night and early flight.” “Sure but you think we could shower together?” And that is what they did. Mike put another charged load and some piss in the formally neg hole of his best bud. They both went on shift after the shower and spent the night together in bed before going to the airport the next morning. Mike put another toxic load in that ass in the airport bathroom before Josh went on his flight home. Mikes flight was 30 mins later as they lived in different cities. 2 weeks later Josh called Mike and said he was sick and he had the fuck flu. Mike flew to Josh’s city and spent 4 days nursing him back to health. Which included putting several toxic loads in his ass. On the last day the at home test confirmed Josh’s new status. They celebrated that night by bringing over a couple, guy and girl, to tag. Mike put 3 loads in the guy, Josh put a load in each, and took a load from the guy. After the couple left Josh thanked Mike for the gift and they agreed that future event weekends were going to be a blast as the knock hot guys and girls! The End.

It had been a long time since I went to a barber... I was fussy and if I didn't click with the guy, it was never going to happen. A mate of mine told me about a guy he knew that had a chair in his own house... I wasn't impressed, but he assured me that he had a great reputation. I wasn't sure, still a bit gun-shy from previous experiences. I let it slide and forgot about it until I caught sight of my reflection in the bathroom... something had to give. After a couple of weeks I decided to let my mate arrange a meeting with this guy. After a bit of back and forth the day finally came to sit in this guy's chair, my mate told me not to judge a book by it's cover... I brushed it off but still thought it was a weird thing to say. I arrived at an ordinary looking house and even before I reached for the doorbell this tattooed, bearded guy appeared in the open doorway. He was pleasant enough, but I couldn't shake this feeling... maybe it was the past experiences that were causing ripples. We shook hands and I entered the house, I found it a bit weird that I heard the door lock behind me... I glanced back but the guy smiled and encouraged me into his salon. Pleasantries were exchanged and I began to unload, telling the guy all about my past experiences with dodgy barbers...he could see how uptight and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, as he threw the cover round me to start cutting my beard I noticed the heavy rubber of the cover... and it was tight around my neck, I commented on the cover and the guy just grinned. He asked if I would like a beer or something else to drink... I started to like this guy and thought... yeah why not! As I sat gulping my beer down, he groomed his way round my beard, fuck I was starting to relax...I was happy to sit there all day...at one point he leaned in and growled that he had time to do a good job on me, without thinking I accepted another beer, this was great as I started to lean back into the chair almost feeling drowsy...

Mr. Hatcher was in his early 50’s. Overweight at least he thought he was. Hairy. He lusted after Jarod the 21 year old dark haired guy with a bubble butt. Hatcher loved to smoke the “T”. But always smoked alone. Then would jerk off. He hadn’t had sex in a two years since he and his long term partner split after 23 years. Jarod was straight with a girlfriend. Hatcher knew that Jarod liked to smoke weed. But wasn’t sure if Jarod would smoke meth. After witnessing Jarod and his girlfriend arguing outside. Hatcher approached the young man and said. “I’m sorry”. “I’m sure you will be able to work things out.” Jarod replied “No.” “I found out she was cheating on me with my now ex best friend.” “It’s most definitely over.” “Why don’t you come over.” Hatcher said. “Have a drink.” “Smoke a little.” Jarod feeling angry and upset said. “Ok.” Jarod went over to Hatcher’s place. Wearing a tank top and shorts and a cap. Hatcher noticed his ass crack when Jarod went to sit down. No belt Hatcher thought. He gave Jarod a beer. Jarod downed it. And had two more. Hatcher lit up his pipe and shared it with Jarod. Who took a hit and realized that it wasn’t pot. But liked it and took another hit before passing it back to Hatcher. Slowly the young man was buzzed from the three beers. Had one more. And kept smoking with Hatcher. Jarod was feeling hot and sweaty. Hatcher suggested he take off his shirt.” Jarod reluctantly agreed to do so. Then started smoking again. Hatcher started rubbing the young man!s shoulders and back. “Let’s go into the bedroom.” Hatcher suggested. “Best way to get a massage.” Once in the bedroom. Hatcher instructed Jarod to take off his shorts. He did. Hatcher rubbed oil on his back and began to massage him. Jarod was smoking the pipe while Hatcher kept massaging his back. Hatcher started rubbing his lower back. Slowly pushing down Jarod’s boxer briefs, until they were off of him. Jarod was at this point too drunk and high to know what was about to happen. Hatcher stopped took off his clothes. Jarod saw and asked “what are you doing?” Hatcher replied “I’m hot myself.” Hatcher placed his hand on Jarod!s right cheek and started to massage him. Jarod took another hit of the pipe. Hatcher started to eat out his ass. Which got a moan from Jarod. Slowly the older man started to finger, then fist Jarod who tried struggling but to high and drunk to stop Hatcher. Hatcher was hard. He moved towards Jarod and forced his dick into the young man’s mouth. “Suck it like your bitch sucked your dick.” Jarod did has he was told and sucked him. Hatcher then took his dick out of Jarrod’s mouth flipped him on his back and pushed is dick into Jarrod’s ass. Jarrod kept struggling to break free. But being drunk and high he had no chance of doing so.”fuck” Hatcher shouted has he was deep inside the young man. Slapping his balks against Jarrod’s ass. Jarrod saw he was hard to. Thanks to the massage from Hatcher. Jarod saw Hatcher’s face. He was about to cum. Jarrod whispered “please don’t cum inside me.” But it was too late. Hatcher groaned and let out a breath. Shooting his build up two year old loads deep inside the young man. Hatcher collapsed on top of Jarrod and fell asleep. Jarrod couldn’t budge him at all. And had no choice but have to for Hatcher to wake up. Which he did three hours later. Then fucked Jarrod again.

He followed me right into the bathroom. There was a guy washing his hands already in there but this didn't diswade the attendant one bit. He grabbed me and pushed me into an empty stall. Having latched the door he spun me around, leaned me against the stall wall, embraced me from behind and started opening my pants. He hissed in my ear ; "The smell of your toxic cum filled hole has driven me crazy horny from the moment you boarded my plane. Time for me to mount you. " His raw cock was breaching my hole in no time. "I knew it. Nice and cum lubed for me. " He smiled as my ass was pounded. "Yeah, but how do you know it's poz?" I questioned. "I was at the same bathhouse as you last night. I saw all the biohazard and scorpion tattoos breeding you in the sling. And you had that freshly fucked glow of a cumdump as you boarded this morning. I figured you got fucked and bred all night. " "Bingo, you've got my number." I replied. "And here's another load to add to your count." He unloaded deep in me, pulled up his pants, and exited the stall before I caught my breath. He must have let the pilot and co-pilot in on my secret because they pushed into the stall as he left. The pilot dropped his pants and underwear as the co-pilot fastened the door. The pilots cock was very thick so took lots of work to get into my well lubricated hole. Turned out it was also long as by the time he bottomed out I felt extremely full. Thankfully it was not long until he to was dumping his load. The co-pilot was in me in a flash and laid on a rapid fuck with lots of juicy squishy sounds. He had not bothered to latch the door so a few guys came by to watch the show before he to was draining his balls into my intestines. "Thanks bud!" And he was gone. I decided to stay bent over, ass out, in case anyone else decided to take a turn. But the bathroom was soon empty. I pulled myself together, retrieved my bags from the carousel and Jeff was waiting for me with a big smile and hug. I had sent him the video of me breeding Chuck as well as the news someone had beaten me to the job of pozing the young cub. Jeff was incredibly pleased. He didn't mind the idea of having a poz brother, he just wanted to be the first to be gifted and stung by my newly toxic load. He had a thousand questions about what it was like for me to have a week of recharging loads. He ended up moving in with me temporarily and we fucked morning, noon and night. I began to feel like a prize race horse stallion breeding my philly. Two weeks in Jeff took violently ill. Where he found the energy to invite every other toxic poz man he knew to come and dump their variety of the virus into his fever ravaged body I'll never know. It seemed there was a steady stream for the next three days. When he had recovered enough he packed his things and assured me how grateful he was and how he had every intention to not be a pest. I never heard from Chuck again, and Jeff, true to his word has been a perfect gentleman. Every now and then we get together, mostly for him to breed me, but otherwise we happily live our separate lives. Three weeks after knowing I had pozzed Jeff I had the urge to inseminate at least one more guy. I'd let the young chaser from Scruff convince me to take a med vacation, I might as well poz once more before going back on the meds. I considered seeing if I could find someone on 'breeding zone' or 'bbrt' but realized I really wanted to talk a guy into going bareback and relenting to take the chance of getting knocked up. With this in mind I booked into a nearby clothing optional gay campground. With my tent erected and site set up I went to the pool with a large insulated mug of vodka and tonic. Heavy on the vodka. The sun felt fantastic on my face, shoulders, chest, stomach, groin and legs. I was soon immersed in a great chat with the couple in the chaislounges beside mine. A handsome silver haired bear of a daddy and his gorgeous young cub son. It took no time for this chat to get very flirty and I had to dive in the pool to cool my jets and keep my chubby from being too obvious. The daddy soon joined me and was playing with my hardening cock under the water. "So," he wondered, "you seem like the kind of guy that would be interested in playing with me and my boy. Do I have that right?" "You certainly do." I eagerly responded. "Then let's go to the play area in the woods." He offered. "OK, I'm game." We didn't bother with towels. Stark naked we made our way into the woods. The touching started before we were even near the play area structures. Daddies hand on my bare ass. Son's lips kissing my shoulder. My grasp of the Son's now rigid 7 inches. There was no one else there so we made our way directly to the roofed area with the slings. I crouched down and took their hard ons into my mouth. First the son, then Daddies solid thick 8 inches. As I savored daddy one of his fingers found and traced my hole. I moaned my pleasure and pushed back to be sure his didgit penetrated me. "Fuck yeah son, we've got ourselves an eager bottom here. Grab some condoms and lube there. Let's give this guy what he needs." The boy headed for the container on the post. I emptied my mouth and spoke up, "If you want to give this bottom what he needs you only need lube, but even then just spit will suffice." "Wow cowboy " reacted the daddy, "We only play safe with strangers, tempting as your hairy ass is. Right son?" The cub sounded a bit disappointed , "Yes daddy, that's right. Sorry bud. " "Fair enough guys." And as I started to walk away , "If you change your minds you'll find me and my eager ass around camp somewhere. Have fun. " "Hold up, hold up " said daddy as he grasped my forearm. Then to his son, "You sounded disappointed son, do you want to take his ass the way you take mine? Skin on skin. " "You know how much you like it daddy. Don't you want to watch me fuck this eager guy. We promised ourselves we'd stretch our limits this weekend if we got a chance. Here's our chance. " "Yeah but ... " protested the daddy. "But what, Dad? You know how much you love it raw. You know how much I love being inside you with nothing between us. This guys eager, we can both raw fuck him. You'd like that wouldn't you?" This last question clearly directed at me. "Like it? I'd fuckin love it!" "See daddy. Please?" His dad smiled; "OK, you better rim this nice man's ass. You heard him. He just wants spit for lube. " The cub had been well tutored and went right to work. Dad moved in for a deep kiss and we rubbed each other's furry chest and bellies. When the cub stood and pushed his cock into me his dad's mouth moved to my ear; "So is that what you need slut?" "Oh yeeaaaaah!" I moaned. The boy gave me a good pounding as daddy and I continued to make out. Then it was the young man's turn to lean into my ear. "I'm ready to cum. Where do you want it?" "Where do you want to give it!" I moaned back. "Breed him son, breed the slut." He was already unloading inside me. "My turn slut!" And daddy was forcing his big tool into my slippery hole. As dad fucked me son sucked me for a bit. Without warning he stood and backed his young hole onto my rigid cock. I was deep inside him before I remembered my status. This raw fuck sandwich felt phenomenal, I didn't want to interrupt it with talk but felt I should. The cub was first to speak. "Damn daddy his raw cock is almost as good as yours." Dad spoke next as he continued fucking me, "A little late now, but I'm assuming you are clean. Right?" "Well you shouldn't make assumptions." I interjected "What the fuck! Why didn't you tell us sooner?" "It's your job to ask if you care. Nothing to worry about if your son is on PreP. " I noticed the young man was enjoying the fuck and not pulling off. "Are you on PreP son?" "No, but please don't stop yet. Your cock feels too good." "But I'm poz and not on meds. This is a toxic cock in your vulnerable ass." To my surprise he neither pulled away, and even more surprising dad kept raw fucking me. "Don't breed my boy. I'm close, let me finish in you. Then get the hell out of him. Aurgh ... yeah .... there you go ... take my load.... " I knew my ass flooding would soon push me over the top. I was cumming as I hurriedly pulled out of the cub. Most of my load was dripping around his vulnerable hole. I was tempted to push back in but the son's words stopped me. "Fuck that was close dad! So fuckin hot though. Toxic Poz raw cock in my ass. I had no idea it would be such a turn on. Good thing you told him to pull out. I was too lost in the excitement. Fuck! He could have just knocked me up! Holy Fuck! Close call. " "Too close for my comfort son. Let's get out of here. " And they were gone. There was still no one around. I thought I might jerk off another load but ultimately decided against that. I saw father and son at the dance later that same night. The son came over to flirt with me when his dad was off I assumed at the bathroom. "Fuck man, that was awesome earlier. I can't stop thinking about it. What do you think, did any of your toxic cum unload in me?" He was clearly flirting. I flirted back, "The first blast definitely escaped before I had time to pull out completely. " "Fuck yeah ! I thought so. I've been holding it in just in case. ... Not that I want to be infected. Don't get me wrong. The risk is just so fuckin hot. I'm so horny for your cum." I kissed him on the lips. Then I asked; " Do you want to ramp up the danger? We could sneak off and I could breed you a full toxic load. You could take your chances ." He lit up like a Christmas tree; "Holy fuck, that's so fuckin twisted." He pulled my hand down to feel his hardness in the crotch of his pants . That's when I saw his daddy returning. "Break it up you two flirting Homos. Come on son. I'm done. Let's return to our trailer. Looks like you could use some attention down there. " He pointed at the young man's crotch. With kisses all around they left and I kept dancing for the next hour. A few guys flirted with me but I decided to return to the play area. Unlike earlier in the day there was lots of activity. Guys sucking. Guys fucking. Groups groping. One guy in the sling with three guys taking turns raw dogging him. It was just after I watched him take his second load up the ass that the son from the couple came up behind me . His arms wrapped me in a hug from behind. My flesh tinglled as he whispered in my ear. "I just fucked, bred and tucked daddy in. I can't stop thinking about you so I snuck out when he started snoring. I checked your campsite and figured I 'd find you here. Am I too late?" "Too late for what?" I queried. "To get your second load? Except I want it all shot inside. Breed me your toxic babies. " "Are you sure you want me to knock you up?" I shot back. "No, I don't want to get knocked up. But I've got to feel your entire dangerous load in me. The little taste earlier convinced me I need the risk. That I'm cheating on daddy just makes it all the more delicious." He was soon on his knees with my rod probing his tonsils. When it was good and wet he stood and leaned against a post. As I moved in and lined up with his hole I asked, "Are you sure you are not on PreP?" 'I am sure. " "Are you sure you want my raw toxic poz cock in your vulnerable ass?" "YES!" I was inside him. "You know it's too late to back out now? Even if you beg me I'm not pulling out 'til I breed you deep. " "Fuck yeah, it's too late, now fuck me, breed me, fill me with your poz babies. Quickly before I change my mind. " "I'm close kid. Tell me what you want. Tell me you want me to knock you up!" By now a crowd had gathered to watch and listen. "Knock him up daddy!" "Poz his cheating ass!" "Breed his stupid ass!" "I'm so fuckin close kid. One last chance ... tell me what you want..." "Shit. Are you really toxic?" "Yeah" "Fuck, then pull out, pull out now!" It was too late. I was already blasting deep into his vulnerable guts. His knowledge that I was toxic, and his failed last second attempt to withdraw his permission turned up the intensity of my orgasm . The crowd cheered and the young man was crying. I spoke to the cub; "Look I'd apologize, but I gave you lots of warning. " "I know, I know. " He sobbed "I'm just scared to death, but I don't regret a thing. Holy fuck, I've got your hot toxic babies inside me. I don't want to be pozzed, but I 'm so fuckin turned on. " I was then distracted by a big raw cock tapping at my back door. I helped it find it's way inside and got lost in the fuck. By the time this guy blasted in me the cub was gone. I stayed around for three more fucks and five more loads. I was exhausted and very happy when I fell naked on top of my sleeping bag. I kept dreaming over and over again about the moment of blasting my toxic load into the cub. I was so thankful I'd given myself over to possibly poz one more guy before restarting my meds. Just before sunrise I was awakened by my cock being sucked. It was the cub. Without a word he spooned his ass into my now hard raw cock. In no time I was unloading again. He was once again crying as he left before the sun was fully up. "I don't know what's gotten into me. I'm so scared. But I can't stop myself. And I'm so fuckin horny for your poz cum in my ass. So fuckin horny. " Over the rest of the weekend he found every opportunity to slip away and cheat with me. He took 7 more of my unmedicated loads before I packed up camp. He gave me his profile name for his Squirt account and although we didn't contact each other I did watch his account and felt an inner warmth and satisfaction when his status info changed from negative to poz, unmedicated! I knew I could get back on my meds and my strain could still get spread. What a pozing adventure that Scruff contact had led me into. I smiled at my self to think the first guy had wanted me to gift him and claim him as my slave. Paradoxically I had become his poz slave, if only for a while. I knew I could never say never to a med vacation if another young cub persuaded me to knock him up. To hell with my former standards.

I had gone to bed early and was trying to sleep. When a message came in. I thought it was from my partner with some kind follow up from our earlier conversation. Instead it was from Scruff, and had gotten through before my “Do not Distrub” kick in. It was an visitor (a top) to the area and whose body wasn’t yet in our time zone. So we began the chatting back forth, and it was definitely late. He very much wanted to eat my ass. But I agreed to meet him at his hotel. 57, dad bod, white guy with nipple piercing. I got ready and drove over. Once there I climbed into bed with him, and we started kissing and feeling each other. Each of us playing with others wired nipples especially, and roughly. This soon resulted in us getting harder, and he began to stroke me, and I began to suck his cock. This lead his hands down toward my hole. Which he was becoming more focused on. I rolled over, and dived in. As he ate my ass, he played with my cock. Every time he would grab it, I jumped from the sensation the shoot through me. Taking his time to wet it , and my hole. In addition he also played with my feet as he worked himself up in his firmness. He was ready to fuck me, and I had ask about status before meeting. It has been awhile since I have bottomed, so I was very tight. So it a a couple of go for he was well seated. His cock was thick, but not long. With my tightness he didn’t last long before breeding my black ass with his load. We wished each other a good night, and I headed out with his load in me. I hadn’t cum yet. And I found myself looking online to see if there was any other options available near by. But was late, and I still had stuff to do in the morning.

I was getting quotes for electric work couple of weeks back and had some hot guys turn up. Maybe some of them would be up for it, but who knows. They're on good behavior at work. And they don't know I'm bi. One guy was interesting though. A kinda handsome guy, next door kind of man in uniform that looked good on him. He showed up at the end of the workday, he was sweaty smelling and had this all over the place energy. I'd guess ADHD. I've got it myself, it looked familiar. I had to keep saying we've got to focus on a thing before moving on. So I show him around as much as you can with a guy like that and he sees a copy of a gay magazine. Then it got interesting. He asked me if I've got a girlfriend or boyfriend. Ok, I can work with that. I say I've broken up with my boyfriend. Never had one, but whatever, I'm just saying the right stuff. Then he asks me how we met. Maybe he's just a curious guy, but I sensed a bit of something. Problem was he was heading out the door and in the apartment hall at this point. I didn't want to say lots with neigbours about. I wanted to say on a hookup app to get the idea of hooking up on the table, but I just said online. If he'd held back in the apartment longer we could have talked a bit more. Problem I've got is I'm big and hairy so everyone guesses I'm always top and rough, so maybe not what he wanted. But I'd have blown him or let him top if that's what he wanted. I was tempted to hire him to get another chance at it, but he was expensive and who knows what my electrics would have turned out like. If I need any more work I'll give him a call, see what happens then

Dark Mediterranean guys , 5’8 or so late 20s - mid 30’s - tend to get really filthy at that age.

I wouldn't be able to resist drinking that thick protein myself neither 😈💦 💦 💦😋

About 10 years ago I stopped at ABS + Adult theater across from a huge truck stop just off I 70 that crosses over a small bit of WV going from Ohio into PA. I spent 4 hours there, spent 50.00 in quarters, sucked off 18 guys and got bb fucked by 8 or 9 ( including a state trooper). Was memorable.

I used to be worried and ashamed that I do like and really get turned on by being a slut, taking loads, just enjoyiong sex without careing about consequences. For a while I did hold back, but then I saw that my life pretty much passes without me ever doing the stuff I like and crave. Thankfully I was able to drop that completely, I'm probably not poz, but I'm also not on prep and I do not give a fuck. I wish I had choosen that path some years earlier, but whatever ✌🏻

I love a guy with a dad bod.

It depends on the guy really, but most how hard he cums and the volume. Most guys don’t have forceful blasts when they cum. Maybe one guy out of 20 does. Younger guys seem to have more intense blasts and I guess it’s something that lessens over time? That said I had a guy in his early 30s I swapped loads with yesterday and I definitely felt it when he came in me.

Yeah, I've recently been fantasizing more and more about much older men. Like literally the age of my grandfather, using me in a group.

Chuck could barely wait 'til my plane had landed before he insisted I meet him right away at the bathhouse I had taken him the first time we hooked up. I had lied and promised him a while ago that I was off my meds, returning to toxic. He didn't plan to miss a moment before he took my poz seed. I Ubered directly to the bathhouse and there he was waiting for me at the door. Cute sexy cub through and through. And devoted? The moment he saw me he rushed over, threw his arms around me, and delivered a deep passionate kiss on my mouth. A guy approaching the bathhouse entrance called, "Get a room fags. Second thought. Just come to mine!" He has a huge grin. Chuck grabbed my arm and towed me to the registration desk. "Delux Double Room with the sling and observation window." Ordered Chuck. On the message board at the front he wrote our room number with the hash tag 'watch Daddy poz son'. I had refreshed the temporary biohazard tattoo so as Chuck knelt before me and opened my comando trousers he was met with my eight inch hard on with the tattoo just about it. He was so excited and inspired that he inhaled my big cock to the hilt. I thought he was going to choke himself to death on it. The fact I was hard meant I was happy to see him and happy for the attention, but I knew I wasn't very toxic yet so I didn't share his over the top exuberance. Never the less we were soon naked. The notice at the front must have been effective because an audience was growing at our open door and the viewing window. I considered making him fuck and breed me first but decided to give the audience the show they expected. I helped Chuck into the sling and turned on the video of my cell phone. "So, young man, why don’t you tell these guys what this is all about. " I instructed with the camera pointed at his naked prone cub body with no attempt to hide his face. "My name is Chuck and I'm here to cheat on my lame boyfriend with this gorgeous silver fox daddy. You're here to witness this daddy claiming my life by knocking me up, gifting me with his HIV." "I'm going to film in a circle to show you are witnesses, if you don't want to be seen now's the time to move." A few did move, or covered their faces but most didn't bother. I asked if there were any questions. An old waisted guy asked; "Chuck are you on PreP?" "Not for the last month or two. " And then the old guy asked me, "Daddy, how long you been poz? How long you been on a med vacation? Do you know the strength of your viral load?" "I've been poz about 20 years. " Which was true, I lied for the next part. "I've been on a med vacation for three months. But no, I don't know the strength. " "Well mines super charged so if you need some help ..." Chuck quickly chimed in; "No. Just Daddy’s poz loads until I'm gifted, knocked up. Then u can pump all your high toxic loads into me old man." "OK" I responded "You can recharge my ass. I'm mostly a bottom myself so this kids gonna have a better time if my ass is also getting what it needs." The old guy ate out my ass as I rimmed and tongue fucked Chuck. His big raw cock was in my ass before my oral ministrations were complete. The initial pain was intense but over riden by the excitement of knowing this toxic poz cock was free to recharge my unmedicated hole. I was amazed by how much this turned me on. I realized I was harder than I had been in years. I had to give myself a mental shake to remember to get my raw cock in Chuck. Chuck was primed, open and ready. If he experienced any pain as I penetrated him his shit faced grin didn't betray any sign. I was in fuck sandwich heaven between the two men. This was one of those rare times I didn't unload on entering a bottom. We piston fucked for the next twenty minutes as the crowds chants grew louder and faster. You'd have thought they were cheering for the kill at a bull fight. And it wasn't the bull they wanted to see impaled. They were wild! So was the pounding my ass was getting which power drilled me into Chuck. The three of us were sweating like the sex pigs we were. The old man finally rasped through his ragged breath; "Ready for your recharge daddy? 'Cause fuucckkk ... you're .... augh ... getting it ... noowwwww ... fuckin repozzin your sorry ass!" That was it for me. My orgasm was triggered and Chuck received bast after blast of my unmedicated load painting his vulnerable gut walls. Chuck was over the moon with my toxic poz load on board and I couldn't help but feel proud to see him so satisfied. Besides, as soon as the old guy pulled out of me another big raw cock had plunged into my toxic sloppy hole. Clearly the next guy wanted his flesh wick marinating and stirring around in the biohazard soup in my gut. Within two minutes the second load joined the first. Chuck was helped out of the sling and I was strapped in. Someone produced a blindfold and head phones which were placed on me. In this state of sensory deprivation for the next three hours all my attention was on the series of raw cocks entering, pounding and depositing in my unmedicated ass. The experience was such a turn on I was extremely grateful that Chuck, Jeff and Zach had convinced me to take the meds vacation. With my ass dripping, my body exhausted and the crowd dispersed Chuck helped me out of the sling. We closed the door, pulled the curtain and spooned on the bed falling asleep almost instantly. I awoke a few hours later to Chuck's naked body trembling in my arms and the bed saturated in his sweat. I was instantly relieved to realize I couldn't have pozed him that quickly. We caught the health nurse just as he was ending his shift and a rapid test assured us Chuck was indeed in the midst of seroconversion. He was too sick to drive so I took him home. His boyfriend's face was a storm cloud when he opened the door but melted quickly when he saw how sick Chuck was. We both quickly gave Chuck a spong bath and tucked him into bed. Chuck insisted I show his boyfriend the video from the night before. The boyfriend agreed. By the end of the video, my load pounded into Chuck, the boyfriend was laughing. "So I win! Your toxic load was too late. He was already knocked up from the guys I've been farming his ass out to. I may not have bred the toxic load into him myself, but I controlled who did. And it wasn't you silver daddy. " I didn't protest and allowed him to own my defeat. I didn't share how relieved I was by this fact and that I wouldn't have to claim Chuck as my son or slave. I practically lived at the bathhouse for the rest of my stay, and the toxic old guy and his unmedicated friends kept me loaded with their poison seed up until the moment I left to catch my plane home. The male flight attendant could smell that I was full of toxic cum the moment he checked my ticket and welcomed me aboard. I was served extra free booze, given lots of special attention and openly flirted with throughout the flight. I was the last person to deplane and noticed the young fit attendant was following me up the ramp and into the terminal. ...to be continued

Definitely on this pig's bucket list to drink a LARGE quantity of thick, hot cum!

Patient 3: Ed If there was one thing Ed hated, it was hospitals. He’d had tuberculosis as a kid, which caused his parents to ship him off to the Adirondack Cottage Sanitarium for almost a year. He was only five years old, forced to spend the year away from family and friends while surrounded by the sick and the dying. It was a miracle that he’d been able to survive at all, and once he returned home, he swore he’d never set foot in another hospital again. His time away made him feel like a stranger in his own family. Of course, this was only made worse by the realization that he liked boys a hell of a lot more than girls. At least he had the sense to keep that bit to himself. Aside from some careful experimentation with some of the boys at his prep school, he played his part perfectly–dating girls, sleeping around, and, in the case of his wife Helen, getting married. Like him, Helen came from a wealthy New York family. They met while Ed was studying for his law degree at Columbia University and got married immediately after graduation. He’d done the respectable thing, marrying and popping out a couple of kids before the age of 30. But his real life lay just beneath the surface, like the seedy underbelly of the city. The regular visits to the bathhouse to blow off some steam after work. The boys trips to the Adirondacks for a week of naked fun. The secret apartment on the Upper West Side where he took his conquests when he wanted a little bit of privacy. Helen didn’t know anything about all that, of course. To her, he was the perfect husband–a lawyer, father, and for the last seven years, a congressman representing Manhattan’s East Side. But now Helen was sick, hospitalized with some sort of ailment that meant that Ed had to break his 50-year vow and step foot into the one place he swore he’d never go. “You sure you don’t want me to call the kids?” he asked as she lay shivering in the hospital bed. “Maybe Susan can come and be with you.” She pursed her lips. “For heaven’s sake, Ed. I need you. Man up!” He bristled. She had some nerve asking him to come here and then insulting his manhood. There was a knock at the door. A doctor stood in the doorway with a pen and a clipboard. “Helen Green?” Ed’s wife sat up in bed, using tremendous effort to do so. “Do you know what’s wrong with me? What did the tests show?” The doctor put his pen behind his ear and frowned. “Your white blood cell count is high. Now, this is usually a sign that your body is fighting off some kind of infection. Unfortunately, we can’t determine what that infection is. You’ve tested negative for tuberculosis, your lungs are fine, we’ve ruled out allergies…” “Surely there are other tests you can run,” said Ed. “We certainly pay you people enough.” The doctor cleared his throat. “We’ve been seeing some cases with similar symptoms to yours in the last couple of years. Now, you’re not the usual demographic for this sort of thing, but I have to ask… do you think there’s any chance you might have come into contact with someone suffering from AIDS?” Ed’s face went red with anger. “Are you kidding? You think my wife has AIDS? What the hell kind of doctor are you, accusing her of such a thing!” Helen put her hand on Ed’s. “Honey, please calm down.” The doctor raised his hands. “I’m not trying to insinuate anything. We’re still not entirely sure how this thing spreads. It’s possible you could have caught it in passing–sharing a drink with someone who was infected, or-” “Absolutely not,” said Ed. “Hold on a minute,” said Helen. “I don’t even know what we’re talking about here. AIDS, did you say? What even is that?” The doctor raised his eyebrows. “You haven’t heard of AIDS?” She laughed in disbelief. “Well, I’m not a medical expert. Why would I know about all the various diseases out there?” “AIDS is a virus that attacks the immune system,” explained the doctor. “We’ve seen it mostly in intravenous drug users and… homosexuals.” Ed’s face went white. He could feel Helen’s eyes turn towards him. “That’s it,” he said firmly. “First you accuse my wife of having AIDS, now you accuse her of using drugs. I want you out of here and I want a different doctor working on her case.” “But-” “Now!” The doctor sighed, then left the room. Ed turned to Helen, his face flush with anger. “Can you believe him? Accusing you of-” “What is he talking about?” Her voice was quiet but serious. “Hm? What did he mean it attacks the immune system?” “It doesn’t matter because you don’t have it.” “But Ed-” “It’s probably Lyme disease! Remember that tick bite you had in the Hamptons a few years ago? You’ve probably been sick this whole time and the doctors just missed it.” “Ed-” “Tell them to test for Lyme disease. I’m going home.” He grabbed his coat. “I’ll call Susan and tell her to come visit you as soon as possible.” “I don’t want to bother-” “She’s our daughter. She’ll do what I tell her to.” Ed left in a hurry, his head pounding. The nerve of that fucking doctor. He should have known better than to make such baseless accusations against a US congressman. Ed would have his medical license, he’d make sure of it. He left his daughter a voicemail when he got home, telling her to get to the hospital as soon as possible to take care of her mother. Then he took a shower and went to bed, hoping to put this mess behind him for good. He awoke early in the morning covered in sweat, his body aching considerably. This had been happening more and more lately, probably due to stress. After all, it wasn’t easy representing the American people on a daily basis. First thing Monday morning he would have to be back in his New York office, hard at work drafting a new piece of legislation to repeal environmental protections. Then he was due back in DC the week after to present the bill to committee. Tonight, however, was a special treat. One Saturday night each month, Ed and a small group of influential power brokers would meet at a different location for a bit of revelry and fun. They always got the call at noon the day of, telling them where and when to be. They took turns arranging the entertainment for the night, finding various boys at the baths who wanted a bit of cash in exchange for a night of being used by New York’s finest. Just another perk of being the nation’s servant. Then noon came and went without a phone call. Concerned, he considered phoning his friend Bill and asking for the cause of the delay, but he didn’t want to appear desperate. Appearances still mattered, even for occasions such as these. But by 5 o’clock, he began to get worried. He needed to release some tension now more than ever. He couldn’t risk missing out on the night’s event just because someone forgot to phone him. So he dialed Bill’s private line and waited for a response. He could hear the sound of the phone getting picked up, then silence. “Hello? Bill, are you there?” He heard a sigh. “Tell me it isn’t true, Ed.” Ed’s blood ran cold. “What are you talking about? What have you heard?” “You know the rules. We decided as a group when this whole thing began. If any one of us got sick, we’d be out. No exceptions.” “I don’t know what you heard, but you’re wrong. I’m not sick. I’m not!” “Then why does Helen have AIDS?” Ed scoffed. “Who told you that? The doctor? He doesn’t know what he’s talking about! She’s got Lyme disease, I’m telling you-” “Helen called me herself. She got the test back this morning. It’s AIDS, Ed. And if she has it, you have it.” “You son of a bitch. I’m telling you, she’s wrong. I don’t have AIDS!” “Goodbye, Ed.” “Wait!” Ed gripped the phone tightly. “You can’t kick me out. I know too much.” “Oh, Ed.” Bill laughed. “You know that won’t work. We got your collateral, remember? To prevent exactly this kind of thing.” Ed cursed himself. Of course, that photo with the young man from Rochester. He’d even posed for it willingly, certain it was all just a lark. They’d never actually have to use it. What a fool he’d been. “Oh, and if you know what’s good for you, you might want to consider resigning.” He scoffed. “Excuse me?” “Think about what’s best for the country, Ed. No one wants a congressman with AIDS.” The sound of the dial tone filled his ears. He hung up the phone, his face slack with shock. How could this be happening to him? He didn’t have AIDS–he couldn’t have it. There had to be some kind of mistake. He picked up the phone and dialed the hospital. He needed to sort this mess out with Helen before it went any further. “Mount Sinai, how can I help you?” “I need to talk to my wife, Helen Green. She’s in room 815.” “One moment.” He waited with bated breath. Then he heard his daughter’s voice. “She doesn’t wanna talk to you, Dad.” “Put your mother on the phone, Susan. Now.” “Dad, no. She needs to rest-” “Dammit, Susan! I am your father, you will obey me!” Susan scoffed. “Are you kidding me? After what you did to her, you’re trying to hold onto the moral high ground?” “I didn’t do anything-” “They tested her for AIDS, Dad. She’s positive. You made her sick with your perversion!” “I did no such thing!” he yelled. “If your mother has AIDS, it’s because she cheated on me! I’m the victim here!” Susan laughed wryly. “Okay, Dad. Keep telling yourself that.” “Susan, wait–please, let me speak to her.” “Dad… I’m only telling you this because I love you. This thing is serious. Mom’s really sick. You need to get tested.” “I’m fine,” he said angrily. “I don’t need anything at all because I don’t have AIDS.” “Goodbye, Dad.” He sat down in shock. First his wife, then Bill, now his daughter? Had everyone betrayed him? After everything he did for them? The secrets he kept for Bill. The life he’d given his wife and daughter, all of the money and the fancy vacations. Now they wanted to drop him, just like that. Well, fuck them. He wouldn’t go without a fight. He pulled out his Rolodex and started calling his contacts in the group. He was going to find out where tonight’s meeting was one way or another. Each number he dialed went straight to voicemail. He knew better than to leave a message, so he simply told them to call him back and reached for the next number on his list. By the time he cycled through all the numbers without a single response, he began to get angry. “If they won’t answer me, I’ll just find a boy myself.” He pulled out the number for that hot Latin boy he’d met at the baths last summer. Dario had been an awesome lay, and even introduced Ed to the pleasure of bottoming, something he hadn’t allowed himself to experience since the notion had always been an affront to his manhood. But even he didn’t answer the phone. Ed slammed the phone down in rage. Not for the first time, he lamented that the baths had been shut down the previous October. He’d taken for granted how easy it had been to get a nut off whenever he wanted. Cruising was so much effort, especially when you were trying to remain discreet. You couldn’t risk a friend or colleague seeing you following some guy on the street into his apartment building for an early afternoon lay. The West Side piers were his last resort. He didn’t like paying for sex, and he certainly didn’t want to catch the kinds of things those guys might be carrying, but sometimes you did what you had to do. He drove down to the piers just after ten, cruising slowly by as he perused the selection. Tonight looked like a particularly rough crowd, mostly junkies and a few ragged-looking ones that were most certainly not Ed’s type. He liked the smooth, innocent boys, like the painting of Saint Sebastian that he used to stare at in Catholic school. A guy who was missing at least four teeth banged on his window. “What are you looking for?” he slurred. He grinned. “Want me to make your dreams come true?” Ed hit the gas and sped away. No way in hell would he stoop this low. He would have to find another way. But the next day, his horniness was starting to drive him wild. He needed to get laid and he needed it now. He even tried cruising, though he was so out of practice he was certain he’d scared several young men into thinking they were being stalked. He gave up and spent the rest of the afternoon at home, feeling sorry for himself. He decided to give the piers one more try, arriving at sunset this time in the hopes that maybe the earlier crowd would be more palatable. But it was the same as yesterday–a group of freaks and vagrants, no one Ed would dare to stick his cock in even with how horny he was feeling. He was just about to give up and head home for the night when he saw him. A curly-haired boy sat on the curb, shivering in a sheepskin jean jacket. He looked to be about 18 or 19, strangely out of place among the more seasoned crowd. Ed pulled up beside him and rolled down the window. “Hey,” he said smoothly. But before he could say anything else, the boy’s eyes grew wide and he began hurrying away. Ed drove after him. “What the hell, man? I’m just talking to you.” The young man shook his head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done this. This was a mistake.” “Hold on a minute.” The boy stopped and looked warily at him. Ed put the car in park and opened the side door. “Come on. You look cold, get in.” The young man’s eyes began to well with tears. “I shouldn’t.” “It’s okay, sweetie. I’m not gonna hurt you. All I wanna do is talk.” He pulled out a $20 bill. “Here, I’ll even pay you for your time. You don’t have to do anything but talk. Okay?” The boy nodded. He took the $20 and walked around the car, climbing in the passenger seat beside Ed. “Let me find us someplace private we can chat,” said Ed. He turned the corner and drove a couple of blocks before parking in an alleyway. “What’s your name?” The young man didn’t answer. He was practically shaking in his seat. “You don’t have to be afraid of me, son. Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?” The boy was absolutely beautiful, with pale skin and big doe eyes. Ed couldn’t help but put his hand on the boy’s leg, softly rubbing him. “I thought I could do it,” said the boy. “You know… but I chickened out.” He buried his head in his hands. “I just didn’t know what else to do. I only just moved here a few months ago-” “You an actor?” asked Ed. He looked up and nodded. “I thought so. You’ve got a face for it.” He brushed the boy’s chin with his thumb. The boy blushed. “But then I ran out of money, and when I got kicked out of my apartment, I… I didn’t know what else to do.” His eyes started to well up with tears again. “Aww, it’s okay, baby.” Ed put his arm around the boy and held him to his chest. “Don’t cry. You’re too pretty to cry.” He put his nose in the boy’s hair, breathing in his scent. God, this kid was an angel. “I can’t go home,” the boy said with a sniffle. “My parents kicked me out when they found out I was gay. I’d finished high school, so I figured a big city would be the best place to go… but I just don’t know what to do.” “Hey,” said Ed. “I don’t want you to worry about a thing. You hear me?” He wiped away the young man’s tears. “I’ve got a place you can stay for the night.” “You don’t have to do that-” “It’s nothing. A little one-bedroom on the Upper West Side. I keep it for boys like you who, uh, need a little bit of help now and again.” The young man’s eyes went wide. “Really? You would do that for me?” Ed smiled. “For those eyes? I’d do anything.” The boy blushed. “It’s Dylan. My name.” Ed brought the boy’s hand to his lips and kissed it. “Nice to meet you, Dylan. I’m Ed.” He drove Dylan to his apartment, parking in his reserved spot in the indoor parking garage. Truth be told, it wasn’t so much an apartment where he hosted young men in need as it was a place he could fuck his conquests without interruption. It was a modest little apartment, but he’d gone all out in a lush, king-sized bed. After all, you gotta spend money where you need it. “Let me take that.” He grabbed Dylan’s jacket and hung it on a hook beside the door. “Make yourself comfortable. You want something to drink?” “Maybe a coke?” Ed grabbed a can of coke from the fridge and poured it over a glass of ice. He added a little rum and handed it to Dylan. Dylan took a sip, then coughed. “Thought you’d like it a little strong,” Ed said with a wink. “You’re 18, right?” Dylan nodded. “Why are you being so nice to me?” He sat on the couch, setting the drink down on the coffee table in front of him. Ed sat next to him. “Well, I suppose I can’t help it. When I see a boy like you in need, it makes my heart hurt.” He put his arm around him, pulling the boy in just a little bit closer. Dylan smiled, then took another sip of his drink. “This place is so nice. I can’t imagine living somewhere like this.” “This is what you get when you work hard for a living. I’m sure you’ll live someplace just as nice when you become a famous actor.” Dylan giggled. “I don’t know about all that.” “Aw, come on. I could tell right away how talented you are. How handsome…” He put his hand on Dylan’s leg again, rubbing the inside of his thigh. Dylan looked up at him, those wide doe eyes full of innocence. “You’re really handsome, too.” Ed softly rubbed the boy’s cheek. “What I wouldn’t give to be with a guy like you. That’s why I talked to you down at the pier. I’d never done anything like that before, hire someone for sex. But I saw you when I was driving by and… I don’t know… it was like something came over me.” Dylan gulped. He was breathing heavily, his lip shaking. “You really think I’m handsome?” Ed put his thumb on Dylan’s lip and pulled it open slightly. “Baby, you’re the sweetest thing I think I’ve ever seen.” He kissed Dylan softly, careful to take his time with the boy. He wouldn’t be surprised if the kid was a virgin, he seemed so nervous. But he’d deflowered plenty of virgins in his day, so he knew just how to handle him. Don’t come on too strong, take things slow, and make sure to use plenty of lube. If everything went right, he’d have Dylan eating out of the palm of his hand. He kissed Dylan on the neck, holding the back of the boy’s head as he climbed on top of him. “Oh, Daddy,” moaned Dylan. He pulled Dylan’s shirt over his head, revealing his soft white skin and light pink nipples. His skin was completely unblemished, a perfectly pure canvas, purer than Saint Sebastian. He took one of Dylan’s nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking it hungrily as the boy moaned beneath him. His hands fiddled with the button of Dylan’s jeans, eager to release the boy’s stiffening rod underneath. He pulled off the boy’s jeans, revealing the young man’s hardness poking through a pair of light blue briefs. He buried his face in Dylan’s dick, rubbing his nose against it and inhaling the man scent that he loved so very much. He could feel Dylan’s hands in his hair as he pulled the boy’s briefs down to expose his rigid cock. It was beautiful and leaking, about 5” long, and buried under a soft patch of light brown pubic hair. “Oh, baby,” said Ed. He licked the underside of Dylan’s cock, making the boy moan. Then he enveloped it in his mouth, taking the entire thing down to the root. Dylan let out a small cry, his hands kneading Ed’s hair as the pleasure overwhelmed him. There was nothing Ed loved more than driving a boy wild with his tongue before opening him up with his big fat cock. He pulled Dylan’s briefs off all the way, then lifted his legs to gain access to the smooth, hairless hole underneath. He lovingly lapped the outside of the boy’s hole with his tongue, making him whimper. Then he spread his cheeks and dove in tongue first, readying his hole for the taking. “Daddy, that feels so good,” moaned Dylan. Ed took his time eating him out, wanting the boy as eager as possible to get fucked. When his hole felt nice and loose, Ed stood and held out his hand. “Come to bed with me, baby.” Dylan took his hand, following him shyly to the bedroom. Ed picked him up, kissing him softly as he carried him to the bed. He set him down gently, then unbuckled his belt as Dylan watched in anticipation. He pulled off his pants and underwear, causing Dylan to gasp at the sight of his thick, turgid cock. Ed climbed on the bed and kissed Dylan on the neck. “I know baby, I know.” He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube, lathering up his cock. Then he poured some on his fingers and slipped them into Dylan’s hole, making the boy whimper once more. “Should–shouldn’t we use a condom?” asked Dylan. He was looking up at Ed nervously. Ed shook his head. “No, baby. You don’t have anything to worry about. I would never hurt you.” He smiled at him, his fingers still working open the boy’s hole. Dylan nodded. He spread his legs, revealing that sweet, smooth hole. “Okay,” he said timidly. Ed climbed on top of him, kissing him softly as he lifted the boy’s legs back. Then he grabbed his cock, aimed it at the promised land, and began to push. “Ugh… it hurts,” whined Dylan. “Shhh…” said Ed. “You can do this. Be strong for Daddy, okay? I promise it’ll feel good.” He pushed in a little bit further, slipping the head of his cock inside Dylan’s tight hole. He could feel a pop as the head lodged itself inside. Then he slowly pushed forward, feeling every inch of the boy’s guts as he penetrated him. “Oh god… it’s so big,” said Dylan. “Go slow, okay?” “You’re doing so good, baby. Just a little further.” He pushed his cock even farther before he hit a wall. He was still only about two-thirds of the way in. “Go ahead and lean back for me baby,” Ed said as he took Dylan’s legs in his hands. “I just need to get a little deeper.” He pushed Dylan’s legs back until the boy’s ass was slightly off the bed. Then he slid in deeper, sliding past Dylan’s second ring and into his colon. “Oof… oh god, it’s so deep.” Dylan’s lip trembled. “Are you… are you all the way in?” Ed nodded. “I’m all the way in, baby. Now let Daddy fuck you, okay?” He began to slowly saw into Dylan, pumping in and out of that sweet boy’s rectum. The kid’s hole was tight as a drum, so tight that Ed was convinced he had to be a virgin. How lucky was he, finding an angel like this just begging for a Daddy to take care of him? With an ass like this at his disposal, Ed was more than happy to give the boy whatever he wanted. “Oof.. ugh… oh Ed, that feels so good…” Dylan had his fingers pressed against Ed’s chest, tracing through his chest hair. Ed leaned down and kissed him, tasting his sweet tongue as he defiled his insides. He was leaking so much precum into the boy that his cock was gliding freely now. He was sweating profusely, his skin burning like it was on fire. Must be from lust, of course. “Baby… Daddy’s gonna cum now, okay?” Ed kissed Dylan on the cheek, then held him close as he unloaded inside the boy’s sweet hole. He had always been a big cummer, and now was no exception. He could feel his cum spilling out around his cock as the boy’s rectum struggled to contain all the love he had to give. “Oh… oh wow…” moaned Dylan. His eyelashes were fluttering in such a cute way. Ed leaned down and kissed him gently on his eyelids, then pulled out and laid beside him, spent. It was nice feeling the boy cuddle up to him, resting his head on Ed’s hairy chest. Moments like these were rare for Ed–he usually had to make way for the next guy at the sex party to use whoever was the night’s entertainment. But this time he held Dylan close, breathing in the boy’s scent and softly stroking his skin as his cock deflated. He awoke hours later, drenched in sweat. For a moment, he thought he was with Helen, but then he felt Dylan’s soft breathing against his chest. His hard cock was still nestled in between Dylan’s soft ass cheeks. Strangely, he realized he’d never actually spent the night here before. Usually, he had to be back before his wife got suspicious. Now that the bitch had betrayed him, he could stay as long as he liked. His skin was on fire, so he leaned over and turned the AC on full blast. Then he kissed Dylan’s neck, making the boy moan in his sleep. He reached down and pulled open his cheeks, slipping easily inside him. It took the boy a few seconds of being fucked to wake up, but by then Ed was deep inside him and ready to plant his seed once more. He lay there like an angel and let Ed use him, murmuring “Daddy” every few seconds as Ed stroked his cute little cock. By the time he filled him again, he could feel the young man’s seed dribbling through his fingers. Ed must have fallen back asleep again, because the next thing he knew the sunlight was streaming in through the windows and Dylan was blowing him under the covers. He slipped the blanket off the boy’s head to reveal his curly brown hair bobbing up and down. “Good morning, baby.” Dylan popped Ed’s cock out of his pretty pink lips and smiled. “Good morning. I just wanted to thank you again for letting me stay here.” Ed pulled him in for a kiss. “You can stay here as long as you like, lover.” And thus commenced the third load that Ed planted inside of his new sweetheart. By the time he left the apartment that morning, kissing his paramour goodbye with promises to swing by again later, he was practically smitten. Ed wasn’t the type to grow attached so quickly. But with the trauma of being unfairly kicked out of the sex club and having nowhere else to turn for release, he felt like karma was finally rewarding him. The enchantment proved short-lived when he arrived at his office to find his staff in the middle of packing everything up. “What the hell is going on here?” he asked angrily. His staff looked bewildered to see him. Ron, his chief of staff, cleared his throat and asked, “Uh, sir… what are you doing here?” “What do you mean, what am I doing here? It’s my office, isn’t it?” Ron exchanged a glance with Ed’s secretary. “Uh… I mean, it was, sir. Before you resigned.” His nostrils began to flare. “What on God’s green Earth are you talking about?” “Bill called,” explained Ron. “He told us about Helen, how she was sick… I’m so sorry about that, sir. He- he said that you were resigning so you could take care of her, that you were staying home today to draft your letter of resignation, and that we should pack up your office while you were gone. Is that… not true, sir?” He ground his teeth. So, this was how they were playing it, was it? Trying to edge him out of a job and the club all in one go. Well, they couldn’t get rid of him that easily. “I want you to take those boxes right now and-” He was interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing on his desk. His secretary answered it, then held it out to him. “It’s for you, sir.” He grabbed the phone from her. “Hello?” he said gruffly. “The only thing you should be doing in that office is turning in your letter of resignation.” His heart skipped a beat. “Bill? What the hell is this?” He turned away from his staff and cupped the phone against his mouth. “Are you having me followed?” “We wanted to make sure you didn’t do anything foolish. Seems like we were right to be worried.” “I don’t know what you think I’m-” “I want you to listen very carefully to me.” Bill’s voice was calm, but chilling. “You are going to hang up the phone. You are going to sit down at your desk and fill out a letter of resignation, which you will then fax to Speaker O’Neill. You will not disobey or your collateral will be released. You will not breathe a word about our organization or your collateral will be released. Do you understand?” “But you-” “Do you understand, Ed?” His blood was boiling. He wanted to scream, but that would ruin the only thing he had left: his dignity. “Yes.” “Great. My best to Helen.” He set down the phone and looked at his staff, who were all staring at him warily. He was sweating profusely, his skin feverish. He wiped his brow. “Right, well, clearly you’ve all heard about my wife. Very sad… advanced Lyme disease, you know. Have to do what’s best for my family.” “Of course,” said Ron. “Why don’t you go ahead and draft that letter of resignation for me? I should head to the hospital. Check on her.” “All right,” said Ron. “Do you want me to-” “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” Ed was already on his way out the door. He walked back to his car, the blood pumping in his ears. He couldn’t believe how much he’d lost in just a few short hours. Of course, it wasn’t like he needed the congressional salary. Thank God for being independently wealthy. And he had done good work in Congress, successfully cutting taxes for the wealthy and eliminating wasteful spending on food stamps and childcare subsidies. But the principle of the thing was appalling. He didn’t have AIDS, dammit! He couldn’t. He had only bottomed that one time. Well, okay, a few times… but only with Dario. And Dario wasn’t sick. So how could he be sick? Helen cheating on him was the only explanation. She’d tried to ruin his life to cover her own guilt. Fucking cunt. He decided to treat himself to make up for the shitty afternoon he was having. Well, to treat his new boytoy, as it were. He stopped at Victoria’s Secret on the way home and browsed through their selection. He got hard as a rock seeing his boys in lingerie and leaped at the chance to spoil his lover. He dropped a couple of hundred dollars on a few thongs and lace bikini briefs (“a little surprise for my wife’s birthday”) and headed back to the apartment. Dylan was in the shower when he arrived. Ed opened the door to the bathroom to see the boy’s smooth white back and those beautiful, plump ass cheeks. He quickly disrobed and climbed in with him. “Mm, hi.” Dylan wrapped his arms around Ed’s back, kissing him deeply. “How was your day?” “Better now that I’m with you,” said Ed. He turned off the water and grabbed the young man’s quickly growing cock. “Come with me. I have something to show you.” Dylan was ecstatic when Ed showed him what he’d bought. “I love it!” he squealed. “Oh God, I’ve always wanted to wear stuff like this…” He picked up one of the lace bikini briefs and traced it with his fingers. “I was just too afraid my parents would find out.” Ed grabbed Dylan’s towel and pulled it off, letting it fall to the side. He got down on his knees and kissed the boy’s ass. “Come on–I wanna see you in one of the thongs.” Dylan modeled the lingerie for him, sliding the silky fabric up his smooth legs and giving Ed a little strut in the bedroom. His ass looked so hot in the thongs, so round and juicy that he’d barely gotten to the second pair of panties when Ed picked him up and carried him into the bedroom. “Don’t you wanna see the rest, Daddy?” Dylan giggled. “Daddy needs to be inside you.” He tossed the boy onto the bed and spread his legs, pulling away the thong strap to gain access to that hidden treasure within. He ate him out like his life depended on it, spurred on by the boy’s moans and whimpers. Before long he was balls deep inside of his lover once more. Even with the AC still running, he was sweating up a storm. He mounted Dylan from behind and fucked him fast and deep, watching the boy’s ass cheeks jiggle with every smack. God, he looked so good in that thong. He’d have to take him shopping sometime soon, really spoil him. After only a couple of minutes, he collapsed on Dylan’s back, shuddering as he implanted his seed deep inside of the boy. His skin was slick with sweat, and he could hardly move he was so exhausted. He rolled off of him and soon fell asleep. When he awoke again, Dylan was gone. He sat up groggily, temporarily confused. Where was he, again? Then it came back to him–the incident at the office, the phone call with Bill. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. He hadn’t felt this out of it in ages. Old age catching up with him, he supposed. He got out of bed and walked into the living room, flicking on the light. A pink suitcase lay on the couch that he didn’t recognize. Dylan’s, probably. Everything the boy owned must have been in that thing. Poor kid. He debated opening it but held himself back. There are some things you just don’t want to know about people. He didn’t need to see the boy’s dirty laundry or sad little trinkets from home. All he needed was that mouth and sweet, sweet boy hole. The sound of keys in the door made him turn. Dylan walked in carrying a brown paper bag. “Oh, you’re up!” He set the bag down on the counter before walking over to kiss Ed. “Thought I’d grab us dinner,” he said with a grin. “How’d you pay for it?” asked Ed. Dylan smiled shyly. “I used the money you gave me yesterday. I figured it was the least I could do to thank you for everything.” Ed brushed the boy’s hair back and kissed him on the forehead. “I don’t want you spending a cent on me. I gave that money for you to treat yourself. Don’t go worrying about little old me, okay? Here-” He grabbed his wallet off the coffee table and pulled out two $100 bills. “Use this to get yourself something pretty. I’ll be back tomorrow and I’ll bring you some more.” Dylan’s eyes went wide. “Oh, Ed… that’s so much money. I don’t-” “Nonsense.” Ed lifted Dylan’s chin and kissed him. “I like taking care of my boy.” The look on Dylan’s face was worth ten times the money. He kissed him again, pulling him onto his naked lap. His hands slid underneath the boy’s shorts, and soon they were both naked with Dylan riding Ed’s cock once again. He squeezed the boy’s chest, thrusting himself high up into him. What was happening to him? He hadn’t been able to go this many times in a row in years. Something about the boy brought it out of him. After he’d deposited yet another load in Dylan’s hole, they cuddled naked in the living room, eating takeout and watching Cheers. Before he knew it it was almost 10 o’clock. “I gotta go, baby.” He kissed Dylan on the head and started pulling on his clothes. “You be a good boy and I’ll swing by tomorrow.” “Okay, Daddy.” He kissed Dylan goodbye, then drove back to his apartment on the Upper East Side. He was exhausted and couldn’t wait to slip into bed and pass out for the night. But when he tried to unlock the door to his apartment, his key wouldn’t work. “What the fuck?” he murmured. He tried his key again, but it still wouldn’t work. Then he noticed the doorknob had changed–where before it was gold, it was now bronze. He banged on the door. “Who’s in there? Open up!” He heard hushed whispering, then silence. The door opened to reveal his daughter, Susan. “What do you want, Dad?” “What do I want? What are you doing in my apartment? And why are the locks changed?” She stepped outside and closed the door behind her. “Mom’s back from the hospital. There’s nothing more they can do for her.” His heart sank. “Is she–?” “She doesn’t wanna see you. Now please, just go.” “I will not!” he said defiantly. “This is my apartment.” “Dad-” The door opened slowly behind Susan. Helen stood there, looking pale and waif-like in a satin robe. “It’s all right, Susan,” she said weakly. “But Mom-” “Let your father and I talk.” She nodded at Susan, who walked back into the apartment and shut the door behind her. “I demand to know the meaning of this,” Ed began, but Helen shook her head. “Don’t, Ed. Enough lying. I know all about your little club, your depravity.” His eyes went wide. “I don’t know what you’re-” “Just save it. I’ve known for ages. And I didn’t mind, because you were discreet. Whose husband doesn’t keep secrets? You were always faithful in the ways that mattered.” She coughed weakly. “But now look at me. What do I have to show for my loyalty? You’ve brought down more than just yourself–you’ve brought down the both of us.” She looked at him with disgust. “I won’t let you bring any more shame to this family.” “Now, listen here-” “Unless you want me to spill your secrets to the whole floor, you’ll leave. I’ll arrange for your things to be sent wherever you like. Maybe to that little apartment across town you think I don’t know about.” She opened the door and looked back at him, her face full of disdain. “Goodbye, Ed.” She shut the door behind her. He had half his mind made up to bang on the door and demand to be let in when he heard the sound of a door opening down the hall. His next-door neighbor was leaning out of his doorway, staring at him with a raised eyebrow. “Everything alright, Ed?” He took a deep breath. “It’s fine, Hank.” “You sure? We heard yelling-” “Why don’t you mind your own goddamn business and let me mind mine!” He strode back over to the elevator and hit the button for the parking garage. When Dylan opened the door, he had a confused smile on his face. “Ed? What are you doing back?” He pushed past Dylan and started pacing around the apartment. “Fucking bitch. Thinks she can get rid of me. Me!” “Who? What are you talking about?” He turned and glared at Dylan. “My wife! Wants to kick me out of my own apartment. After everything I’ve done for her. Selfish cunt.” “Oh no.” Dylan put his arms around him. “I’m so sorry.” The boy’s touch felt good on his body. But his blood was boiling with anger, and he wasn’t in the mood to calm down. He wanted to hurt something. “Come here, you little slut.” He grabbed Dylan’s arm and pulled him into the bedroom. “Oh!” Dylan followed him, eyes wide with fear. “On the bed. Now!” Dylan obeyed, sitting on the bed as Ed began unbuckling his belt. “I’m sorry about-” “Turn around.” Dylan got on his hands and knees, his ass pushed out to receive his punishment. Ed grabbed his shorts and ripped them down to his ankles. Dylan had put on one of the lace pairs of bikini briefs, a light blue color that made his white ass look so fucking delicious. Ed folded his belt in half, then ran it slowly across Dylan’s ass cheek. “Daddy, what- AH!” The boy squealed as Ed smacked him across the bottom with his belt. It left a red mark on his pale white skin. “Quiet, boy.” He spanked him again, using one hand to grip Dylan’s waist and hold him in place for the beating. He spanked him several more times, leaving big red marks along the boy’s ass and upper legs. At first, Dylan was whimpering, but he soon began moaning as Ed spanked him with the belt. By the time Ed had dealt a dozen blows, Dylan was thrusting his ass back to meet the belt. Ed stripped off the lace panties and crouched behind his boy. He spit in his hand and rubbed it on his cock, then thrust angrily inside Dylan’s hole. Like a good whore, Dylan didn’t complain at all. He took his punishment with nothing but enthusiastic approval. Ed rutted inside him until he came with a loud groan. By the time he came, he was in love. From then on, Ed and Dylan lived together in that little apartment. Dylan never asked about what happened with Ed’s wife that night, and Ed made no effort to explain. He couldn’t confess the real reason he had lost everything, the false accusation that threatened to tear apart what little remained of Ed’s life. If Dylan knew that there was even a chance Ed had AIDS (or HIV, as they were now starting to call it), he might abandon Ed too. Without his job and his family, Ed’s life began to revolve more and more around Dylan. He spent his days golfing or working out, too embarrassed to admit he didn’t have anything better to do. Then he’d stop at a luxury store on the way home to buy Dylan a new pair of shoes or the latest designer bag. When Dylan got the flu a month into their love affair, he found he was actually a pretty good nursemaid, bringing him cold compresses and making him chicken noodle soup. As long as he wasn’t at a hospital, he didn’t mind taking care of his boy. Through all of it, they fucked like rabbits, Ed dressing his boytoy up in thongs and garters and fucking him like they were trying for a baby. But things started to take a turn with Ed’s health around Christmas 1986. He was getting weaker and weaker, barely able to make it through one round of golf before he needed to go home and sleep. He was constantly waking up in the middle of the night covered in sweat, and he’d had fevers on and off as long as he could remember. His pants were starting to fit loose, too, although he attributed that to good diet and exercise. Dylan begged him to go to a doctor and get checked out, but he refused. He’d rather die than go back to a hospital. By March, he was so sick he could barely get out of bed. Then it was Dylan’s turn to play nursemaid, making him soup and using his credit cards to buy groceries and medicine. He considered calling his daughter or his wife, but he held off, still angry with them for their betrayal. Dylan was the only one who cared about him, and that was all he needed. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the doctor?” Dylan asked one day in late March. They were lying in bed together, watching TV. Ed was thin as a rail, with protruding veins and some ghastly purple bruising that wouldn’t go away. Bedsores, probably. “No doctors,” said Ed. He turned his attention to the television, which was displaying the nightly news. “The FDA has just approved the first medication used to treat AIDS,” said the news anchor. “An antiretroviral drug named AZT initially developed to treat cancer has been shown to block the virus’ activity.” With enormous effort, Ed sat up in bed. His eyes were glued to the screen. “You okay?” asked Dylan. He opened his mouth to say something, then stopped himself. How could he say anything without admitting what he so desperately didn’t want to be true? “Could you go to the store for me?” he asked. “I could use another ice pack. My card-” “I know, I’ve got it,” said Dylan. He kissed Ed on the forehead before leaving. Once Ed was sure he heard the sound of the door closing, he picked up the phone and dialed. The phone felt heavier than ever in his hand as it rang. “Well. I didn’t expect to hear from you anytime soon.” “Bill…” Ed’s voice was raspy. “God, you sound terrible.” “I need your help. Please.” He gripped the phone tightly. “You’re not getting back in-” “I don’t want back in. I need you to get something for me. It’s a drug called AZT. Have you heard of it?” “Yes, I’ve heard of it. Why can’t you get it yourself?” Ed looked down at his veiny, wasted body. The purple splotches covered his arms like bruises. “I can’t be seen like this. Please, you have contacts. Just have someone order it for me and deliver it to my place on the Upper West Side.” Bill sighed. “Alright, Bill. Just this once. Then I don’t want to hear from you again, are we clear?” Ed waited day and night for the drugs to arrive. He was becoming forgetful, continually asking Dylan what day it was and where he was. In his lucid moments, he remembered he needed to intercept the package before it arrived, but he was afraid he would forget he’d even ordered it. Finally, once a month had passed, he plucked up the courage to ask Dylan about it. “Dylan?” He was lying in bed while Dylan was making dinner in the kitchen. He cleared his voice and called again louder. “Dylan!” Dylan walked in, wiping his hands on a towel. “What’s up?” “Have you gotten a package from anyone?” Dylan furrowed his brow. “Are you expecting anything?” “Just some medicine.” Dylan’s eyes brightened. “Oh!” He pulled a small bottle out of his pocket. “You mean this?” Ed’s eyes went wide. “Is that… how did you get that?” Dylan took out a pill and popped it into his mouth. “It’s a miracle, isn’t it? Been taking it for a few weeks now and I feel right as rain.” “But… how did you know…” “That you have AIDS?” Dylan laughed. “Come on. It wasn’t that hard to tell. I mean, look at you!” He walked over and sat at the foot of the bed. “Of course, I knew you had AIDS ages ago. Before I even met you, actually.” Ed blinked. “What… what are you talking about?” Dylan sighed. “Oh, my poor, sweet Daddy. Do you really think it was a coincidence I was there at the pier that night? Just some sad, lonely boy from Oklahoma whose parents kicked him out for being gay? I can’t believe you fell for that story, by the way. I might be a great fuck but I’m a pretty shit storyteller. Still, you ate it up.” He pulled the sheets off the bed, revealing Ed’s wasted, veiny body. He climbed on top of him and ran his hands along his chest. He leaned in close to Ed’s ear and whispered, “You know your secret sex club of high-powered people you think nobody knows about? I’m part of it, Ed.” He sat up and sighed. “Well, I was, actually. Then I decided to go freelance. See, when they burned you, they told us boys not to talk to you if you reached out to any of us. Said you had AIDS and you were persona non grata. I’d never even met you before–you were out of town the night I was the star of the show. But when I heard about you and your situation, I knew it was an opportunity waiting for the taking.” Ed’s stomach sank. He felt like he was going to be sick. But Dylan was grinding on top of him, and despite his fear and revulsion, he could feel himself getting hard. Dylan lifted his hands and spread them out like he was reading from a marquee. “Think about it: lonely old man gets kicked out of sex club because he has AIDS. Nowhere else to turn for relief. Isn’t a guy like that the easiest kind of mark you can think of?” He looked down at Ed in pity. “They were laughing at you, Ed. They saw how you went to the piers and debased yourself, desperate for sex. I knew that if I dangled myself in front of you, you would give me anything I wanted. Shoes, clothes, a place to stay, cash. It was all so easy.” Dylan grabbed Ed’s hard cock through his pajama pants. “Even now, you’re still aching for me, aren’t you?” He pulled down Ed’s pants, then shimmied off his shorts and climbed back on top of him. “Then when you got sicker you just gave me your card, which was so stupid by the way. Do you know how much shit I’ve bought on your dime?” Ed swallowed, his throat dry. “I don’t understand,” he said hoarsely. “If you knew I had AIDS, why would you-” “Have sex with you?” Dylan reached back and lined Ed’s cock up with his hole, then sank down slowly. Ed stifled a groan. “I know I should have been scared of getting AIDS, but why bother? I mean, we’re all gonna get it eventually.” Dylan was gyrating on his cock, working his dick with those damn pussy muscles. “I figured, why not bite the bullet and get it when I want to? Take control of my destiny, you know what I mean? Especially when it comes with all these delicious perks.” Dylan moaned as Ed’s cock rubbed up against his prostate. He rode him harder, his hands tightly gripping Ed’s wasted chest. “Even now, all sickly and frail, you still drive me wild.” Ed began to groan as his body betrayed him, releasing his sperm into Dylan’s deceitful hole. Dylan grinned, his eyes mocking. He slid off of Ed and pulled his shorts back on. Ed spotted the bottle of AZT on the nightstand. He lifted his hand and pointed weakly. Dylan smiled. “Would you like some? Sorry, there’s not really enough to go around.” He grabbed the bottle and held it out of Ed’s reach. “But don’t worry. I’m gonna take good care of you. Plenty of food, water, and bed rest. No medicine needed.” He walked over to the door, slipping the bottle of pills back into his pocket. Ed’s mouth was dry as he called out, “Wait.” Dylan turned. “Yes?” Ed swallowed. “H-hospital…” Dylan laughed again, cruelly this time. “Oh, now you want a hospital?” He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame as he smiled sweetly. “Don’t you worry, Ed. We’re gonna beat this thing the old-fashioned way!”

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Mike and Josh made their way to the strip to explore the sites. It was warm out so both were in basketball shorts and tshirts. Both were commando, as usual. After about an hour they happen to share an elevator with a hot couple. The black guy was in his thirties, great body, tall but not as tall as Mike, great smoke, and well built. The girl was in her 20s, had light brown skin, was short, thin, and had a nice fat ass. They were both a little tipsy. The girl flirting with both guys. They invited Mike and Josh to the bar in the lobby. As they drank and talked, the girl played with Joshes dick under the table. It was obvious and the guy didn’t care. He talked with Mike about working out and bro stuff. The guy went to the bathroom and while he was away the girl told Josh she wanted his dick. She then whispered to him (a loud drunk whisper) she wanted him to cum in her and that she wasn’t on the pill as she was trying to baby trap her bf. She asked Josh to take her back to his room. When her man came back to the table she told him that she was going back to the room. And left. Ten minutes later Josh excused himself. “She thinks she is slick. I know that white boy is going to fuck her. I know she takes all kinds of dick. Hell my brother fucked her.” The guy said after Josh left. Mike chuckled then went open mouth superseded when the guy continued “I am sterile and she ain’t getting no kids from me. She do get the bugs I get from taking guys dicks up my ass though. And if she ain’t got my poz baby yet she will soon.” ”You are poz? Gay?” Mike gasped out ”I am straight and love fucking pussy. But a big fat raw dick in me is what’s up. I got pozzed up by a rando a year ago. Never went on meds. Still only fuck chicks raw. Put my hiv in 15 girls since then.” ”Fuck yea man! Well I got a 8.5 in big poz non medicated dick if you want a recharge.” ”Hell yea! Let’s go back to my room.” Mike followed him up to his room. When they enter the room the big jock bitch guy turned into a bitch bottom. He begged to suck Mike’s dick and balls. He licked mikes sweaty pits. Ate his sweaty hole. Begged to be fucked as Mike ate his hole. Mike lined his big raw poz dick up to the guys wet puckered straight poz hole. “You ready to take this toxic dick and med resistant strain bitch?” ”Fuck yes! Knock my ass up with that poz white baby!” Mike spent 15 mins hate fucking the jock pussy. Fuck hard and deep. Tearing his hole as he plowed. The guy moaning and begging for his charged cum the whole time. “You ready to be recharged fag?” ”Fuck daddy impregnate me!! Make me you poz son!!” At those world Mike unleashed a massive orgasm and flood the jock ass full of his cum. The guy felt the warm explode in his hole and shot his own poz cum all over his and Mike chest. “I can’t wait to use your strain to knock up that whore your buddy is balls deep in!” “Fuck yea man!” Mike left the guy on the bed naked and full of his poz cum. Went back to his room and showered and changed. When he meet Josh at work they compared notes. The girl apparently was a freak. They didn’t last to even get to the room. Josh put 2 loads in her pussy in an alley. When see asked his name he gave her a fake. He was stoked Mike tagged the bf. They laugh and joked that they both have be knocked before the month was over. They went about their task to set up for the night. Mike was loving his trip so far.

Mike and Josh meet up the next morning around 10 in the hotel gym. They exchanged stories of their conquests the night before. Josh put 3 loads in the married chicks pussy just the same number of poz loads Mike put in that neg hole. Josh knew Mike was a gifter and thought it was hot he liked knocking up men as much as Josh liked impregnating women. Josh even played wing man for him a time or two. As the went up to the locker room and change they notice a hot latin twunk type guy in the steam room. They both stripped naked and went into the steam room. With their meat hanging out and a towel over their shoulder. They had tagged a few guys before. Josh always unloading in the lucky bottoms throat while Mike bred their ass. Josh was straight and only fucked pussy, but had the view a throat was a throat. Plus men have better head. They purposely sat so the twunk could see their meat. Josh had a solid 7.5 inch and thick dick. Soft it was about 3.5 in and thick. Mikes monster was also prominent. As they talked Mike could tell the twunk was watching their dicks. He purposely started adjusting with his balls which fluffed his dick to about half hard. The twink eyes were glued the hole time. Finally after about 5 minutes, Mike said to the twunk “if your going to stare at it get on your knees and suck it boy!” True twunk was in his knees in a flash licking Mikes balls and shaft. Then sucking it his piz dick deep. The twunk was amazing deep throating Mike massive schlong. Josh stroked himself hard as he watch the twunk choke on his friends meat. “Suck his dick boy while I eat your bussy.” Mike instructed the twunk. He had Josh’s thick meat in his throat and ass in the air in seconds. Mike ate that tight brown lightly hoary hole as he heard the twunk moan around Josh’s dick. After getting the hole wet enough to get his poz dick in he nodded at Josh to indicate it was fucking time. In a rapid move Mike stood up and forced his massive toxic dick balls deep in the raw brown twunk boy pussy in one push. Josh held the twunk head down on his cock as he tried to pull away while Mike held him still, impaled on his poz dick. Within a few seconds the twunk calmed and started to moan again on Josh’s dick as he started to move his hips on Mikes cock. Mike started to meet the twunks movement thrust for thrust. The sound of the trunk moaning in the dick, the thwapping of the thrusts, and the dirty talk of Josh telling the boy to take that raw dick all were music to Mike’s ears. After about 7-8 mins of fucking the twunk’s hole tightened and his cum sprayed on the steam room floor. Mike moaned and blew his toxic cum in the twunk’s now gaped hole. “Fuck yes boy take my babies! I am knocking you up!” He moaned as he flooded the twunk with his high virals load. Josh moaned hard and filled the twunks throat with his cum. Mike and Josh removed their dicks from the twunk, picked up their towels, and headed to the shower. Not saying a word the the twunk now on the bench breathing heavy from being worked over by two hung studs. They showered and got dressed not seeing the twunk again as they walked out of the locker room. As they went back to their rooms they high-fived at the door and Josh congratulated Mike in another poz son. They agreed to change and go see the sights for a bit before their shift that night. Day 2 and second hole seed with his toxic cum!

It was just after 11 when Mike found his the trophy for the night. He was 5’8 or so. Had a small build. He purposely IDed him to see his age and name. Rory age 22. He flirted with Mike from the minute he got to the bar. As he walked away, his tight short-shorts showed his juicy ass! Mike’s dick swelled with anticipation. Rory would make appearances all night. Making some small talk. Lean closer each time. Mike loved the smell he gave off. Around 1:15 am as the night was winding down he saw Rory’s friends leave the bar. The crowd was sparse. He ask the other bartender to cover for him for a bit. Josh gave him a grin and said sure, hit that boy pussy. They covered for each other often when one wanted a quick fuck on a job. Mike approached Rory and started to talk to him then convinced the hot boy to follow him to a back storage area and o be able to “talk” easier away from the music. As they entered the room, Rory was on Mike, kissing and rubbing him all over. Mike loved how easy it was to get these boys to be in heat for him. The kissing lead to Mike telling Rory to get on his knees. He pulled out his massive dick which made Rory’s eyes go wide. “I have never seen a dick that big” ”Good, then your hole will be tight when it fucks you! But first open your mouth baby boy!” Before Rory could say anything else Mike stuck his dick down his throat. Face fucking him and making him choke on his big fat poz dick. “Its time I fuck that ass boy” he said as he pulled this dick from his mouth and pulled the smaller man up and bent him over the table. “Give me that big dick daddy! Do you have a condom? I ran out of prpe a month ago and haven’t been able to get a refill” Mike almost came just from hearing the boys hole was fertile and unprotected. “We are good raw. I am on prep. You can relax and really enjoy this dick baby boy” “Ok, but will you pull out before you cum?” ”if you want baby” he told another lie. His toxic cum was going in this neg boy hole! He used spit and his fingers to get him open. Then covering his boys mouth slammed his big dick balls deep. Plenty of tearing happening to let the precum infect his hole. The boy whined and tried to get away but Mike used his superior body to hold him in place while the hole stretched. “This is the quickest and easiest way to get you open for me boy. You want me to continue?” ”Yes, but go slow daddy, please.” Moke smiled as he knew this boy was his next poz son. Even though he didn’t know it yet. He was slow at first. But hit different angel and even used his fingers when he pulled out to search the boys hole. He saw blood on his fingers and dick, which made him shove his dick balls deep and put load one of his highly toxic cum in the boy. Hr continue to fuck the boy and came a second time even deeper. And still continued fucking. One of his gifts was yo stay hard after cumming. Finally he pulled out and shoot his third load in the blue butt checks. “There my load boy” ”Fuck that was hot! You fuck my load out of me without me touching myself! You have a great dick. Wish I wasn’t going hole tomorrow!” “Yea, but it’s a fuck to remember for you baby. Now I got to go back to the bar. Thanks for the fuck!” He went back to the bar and Josh asked him in a hushed tone “How was that ass?” ”Tight and warm! Prefect for my load” “Nice, I am taking that chick over there to my room. Going to impregnate her married pussy. Let her husband raise my kid!” Mike smiled, his buddy loved leaving behind legacies as much as him. “Go ahead and take off and knock her up.” Josh thanked Mike and left him to clean up. When he got back to his room Mike jerked in bed to the video of he secretly recorded in the storage room of his pozzing of Rory. It only took 30 mins to change that boys life, One neg hole down, 5 more nights to get more! Part 3 coming soon.

The first one was not big, he put it in easily for me, maybe 4.8.

Wow that look delicious. I'd have to drink some of it. But then Id use it as lube 😉

Awesome story, I would love to hear more about your adventures. Love when a guy shotguns me or slides a booty bumps me and turns me into a whore. I love it.

V. The Affirmation of the Blood The Brother Physician felt for a vein in the young man’s tightly muscled arm, and drew a vial of shining, crimson blood. This would be spirited away in secret to a lab, in the care of a Brother employed there, who was entrusted with some of the Chapter’s most sensitive secrets. For the Conversions that are the sacred heart of the Tradition must never be identified by the “authorities” or publicly recorded. The Brother Technician worked into the night, keeping the lab windows covered in dark cloth. A centrifuge whirred and sensitive instruments flickered to life. A laser printer heaved a sigh and spat forth a page full of cryptic scripture. What was produced there, known in prosaic terms as a lab report, was in fact, in the religious rites of the Brothers, a Baptismal certificate. Three more nights passed and the Initiate’s agony began to ease. He still had a moderate fever but he was completely conscious and his appetite had returned, enough to eat light meals. More importantly, his sexual drive was beginning to stir again. The Brother Medic smiled knowingly when, late at night, he observed the natural rhythms of the young man’s Member, stiffening and relaxing under the blanket. The Initiate felt a glorious, delicious desire, tinged with the knowledge that his Cock was now endowed with an awesome new power. Thinking of how he would soon carry out the duties of Manhood caused his heart to pound and his penis to swell. Brothers stopped by regularly to help the patient pass his days. They spoke of insignificant things, but also began to mix in light innuendo and sexual banter, the stock in trade of chatter in the Chapter House halls. A Brother known for his Daddy tendencies (he often sported a leather harness, even under his ritual robes, across his massive, furred chest) sat on the edge of the bed. The warmth and humor in his deep baritone voice were a balm to the Initiate’s ears. The man would jokingly punch the boy’s shoulder to punctuate an anecdote, once stroking his cheek in a light, affectionate way when wishing him a speedy recovery. Soon the innocent touch began to extend farther down the lad’s chest as he lay under a light cover. Not surprisingly, the Initiate’s loins responded and his manhood stirred, a blanketed mountain rising above his groin. The elder Brother continued his explorations southward, now lifting the blanket and gently caressing the young man’s endowment. Daddy Brother now dropped all pretense of mere joking. Lowering his face in earnest, he freed and grasped the throbbing young cock, which was flush and burning with fever. The older man’s lips and tongue were desperately hungry, straining to extract an offering of rare and exquisite value. For at this moment, the Initiate was ready to produce his first fertile ejaculation, teeming with fresh, young viral life. Daddy’s work was skilled and efficient, and in mere moments reached its conclusion. The fluid that was brought forth was thick, viscous and plentiful, the product of weeks of retention – of a tawny, mushroom color, with a correspondingly fecund and foresty flavor. In spasms that went on for nearly two minutes, the lad’s overflowing testes delivered a prodigious bounty, and the older man eagerly devoured it, taking the boy’s cockhead deep in his throat where it ejaculated directly into his guts. Brother Medic sat in a corner of the room, smiling tolerantly and lightly stroking his own crotch as he watched the lovemaking. This was an unplanned visit, not an official part of the Ritual, but still an important and necessary experience for a new Brother. The young man sat upright in bed, sweating anew, his eyes wide in shock and wonder, suddenly aware of what had happened. The older man smiled as he wiped his lips. “Congratulations, Brother. Your first toxic load.” As the flood of post-orgasmic release and satisfaction swept over the Initiate, he was filled with a deep sense of pride. A new chapter in his life was beginning. What splendid adventures awaited him! He would prime this, his newly endowed weapon, taking aim at desirable prey and harvesting them for the pleasures of the Brotherhood and the glory of His Dark Lordship. The first fingers of dawn were spreading across the sky as the Brother Technician finished his work. He secreted away the precious document, switched off the instruments and carefully returned the lab to its untouched state. Using hacking skills taught him by a Brother Coder, he logged into the university security system and wiped the record of his visit. He made his way back to the Chapter House, cutting through the campus. Out of the corner of an eye he noticed two furtive figures lurking between the statue of the University’s beloved late President (himself a secret Brother) and a bushy grove. Two fresh-faced young men were locked in passionate embrace, their hands wandering over each other, grasping desperately at the straining denim of bulging crotches. The Brother Technician smiled knowingly and affectionately at this expression of tender young love. The boys, lithe and athletic, caught his eye. Startled, they made as if to run away. But the Brother, schooled in the art of Mesmer, cast a powerful glance and they froze in their tracks. The moment was too brief, the distance too great, to apply the full hypnotic power with which the Brother had captured many a young soul. Though he was unable to cast the full Spell of Conversion Lust, he felt he had planted a seed. He would not be at all surprised if these two turned up at the Chapter House door one day, their young loins burning with the desire for Infection. He rounded the corner where the campus chapel stood by the student health center, and shivered in a sudden cold wave. These two edifices were hateful symbols of the enemies of the Brotherhood: Christianity, destroyer of ancient Pagan cultures and sexual freedom; and Medicine, dedicated to the senseless eradication of our beautiful Virus. Medicine had created the poison of HIV “treatment” that rips a hole in the heart of the Brotherhood. And, in a tragedy of immense proportions, in recent years the evil sect of Doctors had committed an act of sheer brutality, creating a potion that poisons men’s bodies against Conversion. The Brothers refuse to speak the poison’s four-letter name aloud, spitting in contempt as they refer to “the P word.” In the face of this enemy, their mission is more urgent than ever. They must work twice as hard to bring new men into the fold, lest their race become extinct. Entering an access code that silently opened a windowless gate in a high, spiked wall, the Brother passed into a cobblestoned courtyard, reaching the imposing Gothic portico of the Chapter House. The High Priest had given instructions to wake him, whatever the hour, with the glad tidings. The Technician hurried through a maze of halls, stairs and chambers to the Priest’s sumptuous quarters, tapped the secret knock, and delivered the precious testament into his superior’s hands. The Priest accepted the paper and examined it. After a moment’s contemplation, he closed his eyes reverently. The Brother Technician joined him in a moment of prayerful thanksgiving. The scroll bore a verse of the holiest scripture: HIV-1 INFECTION CONFIRMED BY PCR TEST. VIRAL RNA DETECTED AT 2.1 MILLION COPIES/mL. All hail to Him who giveth death-life. (To be continued)

Chicago—May, 2023 And here it was Saturday. I woke up late—though the Horse Market had not been a particularly late night. I was just tired from all that fucking. I had a very late breakfast. I thought about going into the leather market at the main hotel, but I just couldn’t face it. Instead, I wrote up some notes about all the men I had plundered. My phone went off. It was Keshawn. I read the text—asking if I was excited about tonight. Just the thought that I would be inside him this evening caused the first stirring of my cock that afternoon. He told me he was going in early. He told me again that I would love how the bar had refurbished the Hole—the subterranean play space. (It really had been a hole in the wall, cramped and tight and I had to keep ducking so as not to hit the pipes that ran under the floor above. But it had always been fun. I loved CumUnion there better than anywhere else as we were all crammed in that one small space, not spread out over two or three floors of bathhouse.) I ate a light dinner and got ready. I ditched the chaps (having learned my lesson about heat in a small room last night) and just had my harness, semi-dirty jock, boots and wrist band. I zipped myself into my flight suit to cover it all and drove up the few blocks to the bar. I was even able to find free parking. I walked to the back entrance the staff had told us to use… There is Keshawn—still in line, waiting to be let in at the appointed hour. We hug. We chat. We compare notes on the weekend. Almost instantly we are let in and down the stairs we go. I love just slipping off the flight suit and I am ready to check my bag with the (hot!) coat check boys. I take a look at the space. They have raised the ceiling or lowered the floor. I am able to stand upright without fearing a concussion. The pipes above are now hidden. The floor has been freshly poured with concrete. There are two slings along one wall. Another one is right where we step down into the playspace from the hall and the fourth is dead center of the room. There is also a high table, the perfect height to lean against and jut your ass out invitingly. There are maybe 15 of us right at 5:00pm. It swells into whatever the room capacity is—perhaps 50? 70? in another 30 minutes. Keshawn has his hand on my cock. He goes to his knees and sucks me. Others around us are doing the same thing. I really want his ass—at first he uses the table—but we quickly grab one of the slings for our first fuck. He lays back and I work my tongue deep into him. I want to stay longer eating him out, but my dick wants inside him. Now. I stand up and slide in. I love watching his eyes roll back into his head. No sacks over anyone’s head tonight. Our eyes lock and I hammer into his ass as he jerks his massive dick. I stop only to taste all of the ass juices he’s produced. I lick him up and plow into him again—the second of countless times we meet up and fuck for a few minutes over the next few hours… * It is a racially mixed crowd this evening. It is good to be in a big city. A younger Latino pulls me to the side and goes to his knees. He gives me some expert head. “To get you ready for my ass…” he mumbles. Soon enough he stands and leans against the wall, jutting his brown butt towards me. I surprise him by kneeling and eating his hole. He whimpers as my tongue reams him out. Again, I sort of have to tell myself to stop rimming, he tastes so good—and his hole just keeps flowering open. But I do—and I stand up and push in. “Fuck me hard!” I build quickly. I slam into his butt. The young man is loud enough in his delighted groans that heads turn to watch us. I fuck him hard—then pull out. “Clean my dick.” He spins, bends over and is on me before I finish the sentence. When he gets me really wet with his saliva, I am ready for another round, but a big bear of a white man is now taking advantage of his ass. I grin at the bear and nod. He makes the Latino turn 180 so he cleans the bear while I fuck again. We turn him once more before we all go on to different men… * I can’t take my eyes off a Black top who is fucking his white buddy (They were in the entrance line with us.) The top has the most luxurious dreads I have ever seen. His cock is large, though not massive. He has his buddy in the center sling. I stand to the side and stroke as they fuck. “Take a turn. You’ll love his ass.” He pulls out. I go to my knees and clean his dick. “You dirty fucker. You better lick his hole, too.” He doesn’t need to prompt me. I can’t wait. But I also like that the top pushes me into the wet crack. I lick and spit. I am in my own personal heaven, with his hand grinding my face into the wet ass. “Now fuck him good.” I stand up and slide in. The top watches me fuck. And then he goes to his knees—I assume to watch me plow at eye level. But no, he’s under us—licking the shaft on my backstroke. I slow the fuck to enjoy the added sensation. I pull out—and he returns the favor of cleaning my cock. I stick my dick back in the bottom, while the top can’t stop licking my hairy nut sack. I begin to pump again. Two strokes. Five. Let him clean my dick. And repeat. I fuck and the top stands up. “Let me do that with you,” I ask. We change places. He begins to fuck. I crawl under the sling and get lost in the sweet smell of mansex as I begin to lick his big balls… * Keshawn finds me. He bends, leaning against the wall. He grabs my cock and guides it into him once again. I let him control how long we fuck. He soon pulls off me and goes back to the hunt. * I find the middle sling has a new occupant. He is a light skinned Black man, maybe 30, his hair shaved close to the scalp. He wears a blue jock that mostly covers his hard cock. He is being fucked by every man in the room. I watch two guys do him and watch the expressions on their faces. This guy must have a magic hole. The tops always look totally blissed out as they plow him. It’s now my turn. I eat him first. He is incredibly wet. Not with full loads, but just his own juices and a ton of pre-cum. I stand up. We lock eyes. “Let me taste it,” he pleads. I bend over and kiss him. It starts as a feeding of his juices—and ends in a passionate kiss. My cock has found his own way into his hole while our tongues collide. I finally break the kiss to fuck. Hard and long. Slow and sensual. And then my face gets buried in his butt again. “Please,” he murmurs as I stand go inside him again. I lean and kiss him. This time the kiss is only broken as I feel a man feeling the length of my ass crack. I straighten, remove the hand on my ass and fuck. Keshawn comes over and watches. He sticks his long dick into the guy’s mouth as I plow. “I need to shoot,” says the man behind me. I pull out and a bearish guy, around my age, just makes it into the hot, wet hole I’ve been fucking. He pulls out fast. I go to my knees and taste the load. I fill my mouth with it and bring it up to young man. I dribble it in at first and then our mouths meet in another kiss… (To be continued…) The Original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: CumUnion in the Hole, Part 1 (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 8, 2023

Master stood before me. “Tell me, slave, have you noticed that I’ve never been completely naked in front of you.?” “Yes, master.” “Why do you think that is, slave?” “I’m not worthy to see master’s naked form.” “There is that, yes.” He laughed, and his friends joined in. “But there’s a greater reason.” He pulled off his pants and stepped towards me. “Now, slave, tell your master what you see above his cock.” I looked. “A tattoo, master.” “A tattoo of what?” “A scorpion, master.” “And what does that mean, slave?” I gulped. “It means master is positive.” “Positive for what, slave? If I had to take a drug test, my piss would test positive for meth? Tell your master what it means!” “It means master is HIV positive.” Somewhere off to the side, I heard the bear who explained things to me say, “Five points for Slytherin!” The others laughed at his joke, till master glared at them. “Smart-asses get spanked,” said master. “Promise?” replied the bear with glee in his voice. “Save it,” master growled, then looked back at me. “Very good. And I’m guessing you’re not.” “No master.” “Then you are alone in this room. The rest of us have the marks of true sex pigs, the sign we fuck with abandon, that we are driven by raw carnal lust. Tell him, my fellow pigs, what we think safe sex is?” They all shouted as one. “Bullshit!” “Damn right. And now, slave, do you want to be one of us?” My mind raced. I knew there would be no turning back. But I also remembered the times I had been fucked bareback, taken raw loads in my ass. I had taken the risks willingly. And I had heard how liberating being positive can be, to accept the inevitable… Master glared at me. “Do you want it or not, slave? Do you want to take toxic cum from all of us into your ass and join our brotherhood? Or would you rather get dressed, go home, and let the rest of us to behave like real men?” “Yes, master.” I was barely whispering. “Say it like you mean it, slave.” “Yes, master!” “Louder! Tell us all what you want!” “I want you to poz me! I want all your toxic loads inside me! I want to be a true pig! Please, master! Poz me!” Master nodded. “Good slave. There’s one more step before you serve us all. Meth is what fuels us, what allows us to fuck for hours. You’re high now, but you need to be even higher. There won’t be any clouds now.” He went to the drawer where he kept his party supplies, opened it, and showed me a syringe. “Have you ever slammed before?” “No master.” “This is your reward for being such a good slave, for demonstrating that you can please your master and willingly accepting punishment.” “Thank you, master.” He motioned to another one of the men in the room. “We are fortunate to have among us a pig who is a nurse and is skilled at giving injections.” As his friend walked over, he added, “Oh, I’ve given plenty of ‘injections’ to everyone in here. Gotten a lot, too.” The rest laughed as master glared at him. “Am I going to get a spanking for being a smart-ass, too? Please?” Master ignored him. The nurse prepped the syringe as he continued to address me. “This will leave you higher than you ever thought possible. You will be overwhelmed by the need to touch yourself. As I told you before we began your night of servitude, I am a master not a monster, and I will not be so cruel as to deny you that need. You will be allowed five minutes of self-pleasure, but you are forbidden to ejaculate. You will only be allowed that release when you have serviced us all, when we have all filled you with our poz seed. Do you understand?” “Yes, master.” “Then prepare yourself.” The nurse set down next to me. “Give me your arm.” I extended it and he strapped a tourniquet around the upper part. I watched with anticipation as he wiped my arm with an alcohol pad and gently inserted the needle into my vein. I saw the cloud of blood form as he pulled back the plunger. “Get ready for a wild ride,” then he pressed the plunger in and released the tourniquet. I coughed and then… ohgodohfuckohdamn I was overwhelmed by the massive rush. Master was right, I had to stroke my cock, and my right hand furiously began to yank it. As intense as it was, I knew I had to have a cock inside my ass, that nothing else would do. I had turned into a creature of nothing but sexual desire and pure lust. Master finally said, “Time’s up!” I forced myself to withdraw my hands. “And now, slave, you will serve us all. Rise and place yourself onto the fuck bench.” He pointed to the bench. It hadn’t been there before; it must have been brought into the room while I was laser-focused on stroking my cock. I walked and lay on it face down, my chest on the platform, my face, hands and legs on the rests. Some of the others placed the attached straps around my wrists and ankles. Master stood before me. I saw his huge cock and I wildly wanted to have it inside me and to feel his cum shooting into me. He spoke again. “Mine will be the last you take. You will need to be stretched thoroughly before you are capable of accepting my member. He looked out to the others. “Who among you desires to fill him with your seed first?” I heard what I hoped when the bear said, “I will, sir.” Master smiled and said, “I thought you might.” The bear walked behind me, then said, “Will one of you pigs there bring this pig here some lube?” Someone handed him some, then as he bent down next to me and started to lubricate my ass, he whispered to me. “If you really want to be poz, I’m glad I’m going first. We’ll never know for sure who really infected you, but we can say it was me and it will be a bond between us. Sound good?” I nodded. As he slathered lube onto his own cock, he asked, “Sir, may I give him a shotgun first?” “I doubt he needs another hit, but if you want one, sure. Someone help him, I don’t want lube on the pipe and torch.” Someone did help him, we opened our mouths, pressed our lips together, and teased each other’s tongues as we passed the cloud back and forth. As wonderful as that was, I wanted his cock driving into my ass. As he pulled away and stood up, he whispered again, “I wanted the hit, but the real goal was an excuse to kiss you again.” He went behind me, and, at long last, I got what I had been craving for hours, a cock thrusting into my ass. We both gasped in ecstasy. He started slowly and gently, clearly wanting us both to savor the experience. He slowly picked up speed, us both moaning in delight. Eventually he bent down over me. I felt his weight and fur and sweat on me, and it was amazing. He reached around and twisted my nipples, and just the perfect amount, more than playfully, but not enough to really hurt. I moaned with delight, and he whispered, “Yeah, I like that too. I hope you’ll remember that when we’re together again.” His thrusts got faster and deeper. I had been fucked many times, but never so well. Master yelled out, “The slave has a mouth, too! Don’t waste it!” A cock appeared in front of me, and I opened wide. Its owner drove it into my mouth. Getting spit-roasted had been a fantasy of mine ever since I first saw it in a porn video, and I was finally fulfilling it. More cocks were placed in my mouth as the bear kept pounding my ass. Someone loosened the restraints on my hands so I could stroke more pigs. I eventually was pleasuring four men at once. It got more and more intense until he started shouting, “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” I released the cocks in my hands and pulled my mouth away from the other so I could focus entirely on the moment. He finally roared in orgasmic ecstasy as I felt him shooting his load inside me. He pulled out, slowly and gently, then declared, “I’m not even gonna bother with the excuse of a shotgun this time,” gave me a big kiss, then whispered, “I’ll be back again tonight, but I hope sometime, it will just be us.” That wasn’t the last of it, far from it. Everyone except master filled my slave ass with their cum at least, and I sucked everyone, too, getting loads in my mouth.. The bear even buried his furry face in my ass and gave me an absolutely amazing rimming. Master face-fucked me again till he almost shot a load into my throat, but pulled back and declared, “Your ass gets my toxic load, slave.” And I kept getting hits of T, of course, from the pipe, of course, and then somebody shoved a shard in me for a booty bump before pounding my ass again. I lost count of the loads I had taken, cum was pouring out of my ass and down my legs, and I was in piggy ecstasy. I was the main attraction, of course, but the room was filled with raw sexual activity. Fucking, sucking, rimming, a group of men driven by their most primal desires. I was excited that I was to be one of them, now that I had learned that I was a pig just like them. Much later, as exhaustion was setting in for all master stood before. “And now, slave, you will perform your ultimate service to me. You have served a group of pigs, and served them well. Are you ready for your master to give you the fucking of your life?” “Yes, master. Please.” He walked behind me without speaking. He smacked both my butt cheeks with his hand then plunged that massive cock into my ass. There was no gentle sliding, he instantly started pounding me like a jackhammer. I almost screamed. God, it hurt like hell, but like the complete sub pig I am, I relished the pain. Master’s grunts got louder as his thrusts intensified till thought, like the bear told me, I’d split apart. I wanted to yell “Harder master!” but I could only grunt with him. Without slowing a bit, he spoke again. “I’ve not cum once tonight! I’ve saved this entire load for you! Show me you appreciate it! Beg me for it, slave, let me know you want it!” “Please master, give me your load! Fill my ass with your toxic cum! Poz me, master, poz me!” And he did. With a massive grunt, I felt his cum enter me, squirt after squirt. It must have taken thirty seconds for him to finish shooting. Even after that, he still kept pushing himself deep into me, till he finally withdrew. “You may stand, slave.” I was weak, but did. “Now, fellow pigs, we have all been served by this slave. I deem him worthy of joining our brotherhood of pigs, but we must all agree. Do you all feel he deserves such an honor? Signify in the traditional manner.” And they all oinked, the bear loudest of all. Master spoke again, “Welcome to our piggy brotherhood. You need no longer consider yourself a slave, though you are, of course, welcome to play at such as it suits your desires.” “Thank you, master.” He smiled and shook his head. “You are no longer expected to call me master. I am the alpha here, but you may call me sir, as do the others.” “Thank you, ma… sir.” “There is one other thing before we end the celebration of our sexuality. I am certain that you need the release of cumming yourself.” I nodded. “You may choose to achieve orgasm yourself, or you may ask one of your pig brothers to receive your seed. Even I will do so if you desire, as I am not a totally exclusive top, though know that it takes a truly talented top to please me.” I knew what I wanted. I looked at the bear who had treated me so well. To my surprise, that pig who had been with every man in that room, shyly smiled at me and even blushed a little. “Will you…”, I said. “Dude, why do you even think you have to ask?” The rest laughed, and even sir briefly dropped his stern dominant pig act, smiled and said, “Oh, god, are we going to have a couple here?” I was wondering where in the room we should go at it, but he walked to the fuck bench and got on it himself. “I’ve been here before, and I think it’s hot.” I knelt next to him, and he quietly added, “But even better, you’ve been here for hours. It’s got your sweat on it, your smell, and it’s driving me crazy.” He then said, loud enough for the room to hear, “Somebody get us a pipe so we can have another shotgun before he enters my furry bear butt.” Someone handed me one, I took the hit, and we passed it back and forth, but we kept kissing long after it completely entered our bloodstreams. We finally separated when he looked down at my cock. “Tina dick, huh? Let me help with that. Get in my mouth.” I did, and I was thrilled to know he had amazing oral skills. I was moaning so loudly he pulled away and said, “If you want to shoot inside my mouth, fine, but I’ve got a butt that wants you inside it, too.” I wanted to give him what he wanted, so I walked behind him. Before entering him, I stroked his furry bottom, then remembered what he had done for me, knelt down and started rimming him. He practically squealed with piggy delight. I kept up with that till he finally said, “Get inside me. You’ve earned it.” So I did. Now, I’m not an experienced top. I’ve always been a nearly total bottom. But he guided me, told me how to position myself to best please him. I did remember what he asked and played with his nipples some, and he roared with delight. I tried to make it last, but it didn’t take long till I came inside him. I pulled out, bent down for a final kiss, and then he whispered, “You were great, absolutely great. Don’t feel bad you couldn’t last. We’re all exhausted. Next time we play together, you’ll do even better.” The other pigs had all left, it was just me, sir, and the bear. Sir said, “You know where the shower is. Get cleaned up if you want.” I started to head to the shower, when the bear said, “Too bad it’s just a stall. Showering together can be fun.” I smiled and said, “We can try that sometime, sure.” I showered and got dressed. Sir took my phone number and said, “We do this about once a month. This session was rather impromptu, I didn’t expect to find such a willing subject. You are of course welcome back. Despite my initial treatment of you, which you now understand was part of the initiation, you are an excellent addition to our group.” “I’ll be there.” “You might want to wait around till your new furry friend finishes his shower. Some of our group occasionally organize more private sessions. I think the two of you seem likely to be interested in such.” I smiled. “What gave sir the first clue?” “Didn’t you hear? Smart-asses get spanked,” and he gave my ass a light slap. The bear came out of the shower. As he dressed, he said, “Hey, let’s exchange phone numbers. I’d like to, y’know, just hang out a bit, we could get to know each other some.” “I’d like that.” “Cool.” We exchanged names and numbers and I went home, sore ass and all. So, like title says, master, though he’s just sir now, gave me a gift. Yeah, he and his friends pozzed me (I’ve been tested now, and I’ve got the mark of a pig now), but he showed me that I had a wild, piggy side I had only vaguely thought existed, and it’s hot. But then there’s the bear. Kevin is his name, he told me. He texted me the next day and asked me to come over to his place that weekend for pizza and a movie. Andy that’s what we did, ate pizza and watched a movie. We talked a lot and found we had a lot in common, and not just sexually. We found we like each other, a lot, and we want to see what develops. And the movie, it wasn’t a porno (well, we did watch some porn later), it was Star Wars. I joked he was so hairy he’d make a good Wookiee, he asked if I’d “sooner kiss a Wookiee”, and I showed him I was very happy to kiss a Wookiee. Then we got high really high on Tina and had wild piggy sex, just the two of us. He even got me to try being the dom. It took a little getting used to, but it was hot, even though one time he almost fell off his bed laughing when I tried to sound as stern as sir does. We’re going to do play more, too, sometimes just privately and sometimes with our piggy brothers. My new-found piggy side is hot and I’m loving exploring it with my friends, one in particular.

I got puzzled my first week in london when I moved here from Ireland in June 2004. I played with who slammed me for the first time using his needle.i knew he was poz and I got both HIV and Hep C in that shot. I didn't go on meds until I went full blown in 2011. I have some mutations in my strain which means I develop AIDS quickly once I'm off meds. In 2018, it only took 7 months to go full blown, KS and everything

Obviously, a "side" shouldn't get insulted when someone tells him "Sorry, but I'm looking for something else". But without suggesting you approached it wrong, I will say that how you convey to anyone that you're rejecting him matters. "I appreciate what you're looking for, but that's not me, and I don't want to hold up your search for that, so best of luck!" is definitive and polite and even supportive and encouraging. It also solidly puts the onus on you - you've made a decision that you're not what HE wants. When you say "I need X, not just Y that you're offering", it may convey a dismissive attitude toward Y and a superior attitude about X, and that's kind of insulting to the other person. It's saying "you're not what *I* want" - which is true in both cases, but it can be taken as hurtful. Now, I don't think that there's any "moral" reason you can't say "I want X, and you're not it"; but as you note, this is about the pushback you're getting. It's a lot easier to avoid if you just make it clear that *you* aren't what *they* need, as opposed to telling them *they* aren't what *you* need.

Chapter 2 Who's Who: - Caleb: main character, 18 y/o senior at St. Denis High School with a strong interest in messaging strangers on sex apps. - Mr. Sanchez: teacher who caught Caleb jacking off in the school bathroom during class while cruising sex apps; threatened to turn Caleb in to the principal if Caleb didn't satisfy Mr. Sanchez's big dick. * * * As Mr. Sanchez's office door closed behind him, Caleb's thoughts ricocheted about. He wondered nervously whether he had done enough to keep Mr. Sanchez from making a report to Principal Lenox. With a curious mix of excitement and anxiousness, he wondered what Mr. Sanchez planned to do later at their lunch-time meeting. Moreover, what is it that Mr. Sanchez had been sending and to whom on Caleb's cell? Snatching his focus from these thoughts, however, was the slickness of the cum lubing Caleb's ass cheeks as he walked down the hallway. Caleb's cock swelled inside his pants as he dwelled on this feeling, which was wholly new and entirely pleasant to him. Caleb walked himself back to first-period calculus — the same class he had left earlier to go masturbate in the boy's bathroom. Was it still first period, though? Without his phone he couldn't check the time, and for the life of him, he couldn't remember if he had heard the bell or not while Mr. Sanchez had been pounding that big, raw dick into his teen butthole. Whatever the case, Caleb needed to retrieve his backpack. He swallowed his nerves as he pulled open the door to Mr. Jacobs' room. The familiar eyes of his fellow classmates were on Caleb as he walked into the silent room. It was, indeed, still first period. The books and papers on everyone's desk indicated quiet time for assignment work. In a hushed tone, Mr. Jacobs gently called Caleb over. "Everything okay, Caleb?" "Yes, Mr. Jacobs." "You were gone for quite a while. I was just about to send someone to check on you." "I'm fine." Caleb declined to preempt Mr. Jacobs' curiosity as he hurriedly considered the implications of various explanations. By not giving Caleb an excuse note, Mr. Sanchez had put Caleb in an awkward position. How was he to justify the mid-class detour to let Mr. Sanchez please himself inside Caleb's lower intestines? Brow furrowed, Mr. Jacobs searched Caleb's face for information that words had not furnished. "Is there a reason you were gone for most of class, then?" "Mr. Sanchez asked me to his office." "He gave you a pass, yes?" Caleb fidgeted in the face of Mr. Jacobs' insistence. "No, I think he forgot." Eyebrow raised, Mr. Jacobs replied, "Mr. Sanchez is not one to forget. If he let you back without a pass, that tends to be for one reason only." Caleb, unaccustomed to having to justify his actions, felt butterflies in his stomach -- a strangely complimentary accompaniment to the soreness in his rear. Mr. Jacobs opened his desk drawer and pulled out his cell. After a few taps and swipes, he set his cell on the desk, screen down, and looked back up at his nervous student. "I'm going to need you to stay after class, Caleb. Head back to your seat." Caleb made his way to the back of the class, moving through the curious glares of his classmates. He surmised their silent efforts to reconcile his behavior that morning with his always-follows-the-rules reputation. Mr. Jacobs' statement about the reason for the missing pass bounced around inside Caleb's skull, but he could not bring himself to believe that Mr. Jacobs could possibly know what precisely had transpired in Mr. Sanchez's office. Could such extraordinary events be guessed with so little context? The most forceful doubt that kept the thought turning in Caleb's mind was the fact that Mr. Jacobs had conferred with his cell phone. Why would he want to check his personal device instead of any of the official communication channels internal to their school intranet? As Caleb took his seat, the pressure of the chair against his ass made for a fresh reminder of how his hole had been made to satisfy Mr. Sanchez's substantial manhood. Caleb found the feeling both discomforting and satisfying. He wondered how Mr. Sanchez's DNA was fairing inside his freshly fucked rectum. Caleb's hardening cock began to push his pants upward into the underside of his desk. The rustle of his classmates' belongings signaled the impending bell tone, which followed on cue. The class emptied of all but Caleb and Mr. Jacobs. Unable to hide his erection, Caleb remained at his seat, hoping his post-class conversation with Mr. Jacobs would not force his erection into view. "Caleb, you can come on up here, please." Caleb stood up and moved to the front of the room. Mr. Jacobs walked over to the classroom door, and as he was locking it, with his back still to Caleb, said dryly, "Nice erection." Caleb's eyes widened in embarrassment. Mr. Jacobs turned to face his silent student. "You know you should be more careful letting a grown man like Mr. Sanchez inseminate you without protection, my dear boy. You're just asking for HIV." Caleb's stomach flipped. Any doubt that he had about what Mr. Jacobs knew evaporated. The mention of HIV added a more ominous dimension to the trouble that Caleb already knew himself to be in. What else did his math teacher possibly know? "Take your clothes off, and get up on my desk. Lie on your back and hold your legs all the way back for me. I have to make this quick." Caleb's heart felt as though it wanted to leap out of his rib cage. He complied with the old man's instructions, adjusting to the coldness of the desk against his naked back. "Mr. Sanchez load you up good?" The crude directness was surprising coming from the mouth of the otherwise straight-laced Mr. Jacobs. Of course, neither would Caleb have imagined presenting his freshly bred hole to a gray-haired, balding, gaunt old man like Mr. Jacobs either. Caleb watched between his lifted legs as his calculus teacher fumbled his thin, long cock out of his unzipped fly. "You going to answer my question, slut, or are you looking to fail this quiz?" Without waiting for a response, Mr. Jacobs plunged his index finger deep into Caleb's hole, stirring the fresh cum inside, then pulled it out, and promptly shoved it right into Caleb's mouth. "Go ahead and suck Mr. Sanchez's baby batter off my finger, slut." Caleb sucked on his calculus teacher's cum-drenched digit eagerly, savoring the unique saltiness of Mr. Sanchez's load. Mr. Jacobs withdrew his finger from Caleb's mouth and quickly gripped his surprisingly bright-pink dick, plunging it right into Caleb's cum-lubed hole without warning. Caleb let out a surprised, "Unh!", as Mr. Jacobs muttered, "Oh fuck!" Mr. Jacobs' abrupt bottoming out inside the teen's anal cavity left a pained look on Caleb's face. "Grip my cock as tightly as you can with your ass muscles, Caleb. Mr. Sanchez will absolutely destroy you if you let his load leak out before lunch." Caleb squeezed his ass muscles tightly around his math teacher's long, bare dick as it continued to press painfully against Caleb's second hole. Mr. Jacobs looked fixated at the place where the base of his cock came into contact with the teen's fuckhole. "You ever take grandpa cock bare before, Caleb?" Mr. Jacobs slowly started moving his dick back and forth inside Caleb's cum-filled ass. "No, Mr. Jacobs." Caleb savored the feeling of having a second raw cock forcing its way into his already used fuckchute. "Well, maybe I should change your homework assignment and have you bring a bottle of dick pills to the assisted living facilities around here to do some community servicing. It would look great on your college applications, for one thing. And I bet you could easily get a dozen loads in your juicy ass before school if you started early enough." Caleb moaned and then replied, "Yes, Mr. Jacobs." He felt the old man's cockhead poking painfully at his second hole. "You are every bit the nasty slut Mr. Sanchez said you were." Mr. Jacobs picked up the pace of his fucking. "Ow, ow!" Caleb exclaimed softly, trying not to offend Mr. Jacobs but unable to ignore the pain he was feeling. "You want me to slow down, Caleb?" Caleb nodded, wincing. Mr. Jacobs looked directly into Caleb's pained eyes and began slamming his cock harder and harder into the boy's hole, pummeling the teen's tightly closed second hole over and over with his snake-like dick. "Ah, fuck!" Caleb inhaled sharply, still not realizing that his effort to grip Mr. Jacob's cock tightly with his anal opening was also keeping his second hole from relaxing against the assault it was enduring. "I'm going to make you into my little first period pussyboy, Caleb. Would you like that, slut? You want to be your teacher's little pussyboy?" Mr. Jacobs pounded the teen's fuckchute even faster. With a pained voice, Caleb managed to say, "Yes,... sir… aah…." "You come into my classroom smelling freshly fucked and full of cum again, and you can expect exactly the same treatment, you understand, slut?" "Unh! Yes, sir…." In spite of his efforts, some cum managed to leak from Caleb's hole down his ass crack and pooled on Mr. Jacobs desk. Mr. Jacobs' thrusts reached their peak as he continued slamming Mr. Sanchez's load deeper into Caleb's guts. "Here comes my load, pussyboy!" Mr. Jacobs grunted loudly as he began coating the teen's insides with his thick grandpa load, adding to Mr. Sanchez's frothed up cum. Caleb did his best to keep gripping Mr. Jacob's spindly, raw cock as tightly as he could. "Keep gripping my dick like that, Caleb. I want you to milk every last drop of cum into your pussy." "Yes, Mr. Jacobs." Caleb watched through his legs as the old man's thrusting slowed and came to a rest. Caleb continued gripping his ass muscles as Mr. Jacobs began his slow, methodical withdraw. "Careful not to spill, boy. You gotta keep all that cum in you through lunch, remember." "Yes, sir," Caleb replied dutifully, the pain in his voice having been replaced by relief. "Good boy. Now show me your hole." Caleb tilted his pelvis upward and pulled back on his spread legs even more. Mr. Jacobs picked up his cell and snapped some closeups of Caleb's pink, cum-glistening hole. The gray-haired calculus teacher then took a few steps back, pressed something on the screen, and staring into his phone, asked Caleb, "How many loads you got in you, boy?" "Two, sir." "Good boy. You going to be my personal pussyboy from now on?" "Yes, sir." "Now tell all the horny old men watching this that you love raw senior citizen cock." Caleb hesitated. "Say, 'I love raw grandpa cock in my teen pussy.'" "I love raw grandpa cock in my teen pussy." "Now get your creamy boypussy to class, slut. You're going to be late." * * *

Seth grinned as his ministrations had their intended effect, and he slowly resumed fucking Jakes hard bare cock in long, deliberate strokes. "there we go" whispered Seth, as Jake unknowingly began to thrust into Seths warm hole. "push nice and deep baby, youre doing great" seth slid jakes hands atop his hips and began stroking his own cock. Seth wasnt here just to get the boy to fuck him raw. Seth wanted Jake to want to fuck raw, and he admired the thought of another glistening poz cock in his ever expanding collection of boys who once played by the rules, but have long since forgotten anything but how to dump their toxic loads nice and deep, over and over. aiming carefully so as to paint the boys lips, chin and chest in hot poz seed, Seth moaned as he rewarded Jakes efforts and milked his length, turning the boy into a poz picasso. "taste me" seth whispered, as he pushed gobs of his warm cream from jakes chin into his open mouth, which he obligingly sucked and swallowed. Seth slid two fingers through the river of poz seed pooled on Jakes chest and tucked them under his thrusting ass. "I bet these lips want some tasty honey too." he chided, as he began circling Jakes virgin hole. Working another glob of thick poz seed against his ass, Seth began to slowly press into him, "open wide baby, let me in, thats it." Seth stared into Jakes eyes as he moaned, continuing to thrust as Seth began to alternate between massaging and scraping his boy button. "feels so nice doesnt it? Lets taste a little more" Seth slid his digits out of the boy with a light pop and again back through the pool of poz jizz before returning hem to Jakes raw pink hole. as Jakes cock began to swell he stared into seths eyes with a mix of confusion and lust. "just a little more baby, youre almost there. Keep fucking, thats the way" Seth encouraged Jake, as he began to pound the boys prostate in rhythm to his own thrusts. jake groaned and thrust deep, just as Seth had taught him, unloading deep inside as Seth grinned atop him like a mighty king, generously massaging poz seed into his tight fuckhole. Slipping his fingers out, he sucked the seed from them and slowly let the dozing boy slip out of his swollen pussy. As morning turned to noon on a warm saturday, Jake was roused from sleep by an almost impossibly perky Seth, offering him a towel and a nice hot shower. Jake reached down to his morning wood and felt the still moist mixture of poz juices on his member, vaguely recalling the nights events. "I shouldnt have done this, I really need to get out of here..." he sheepishly announced. "Aw, Why? I thought we could be really good friends!" Seth chirped with a smile. "The kinds of friends who have lots of fun, and share excellent..." he paused to slip his fingers into his sloppy hole, sucking them clean in a single motion "taste." he said, holding eye contact with Jake and proceeding toward the bed. "We also wouldnt have to tell your boyfriend at all! it would be our secret" he smiled, straddling once again the young mans toned hips and hovering above Jakes thick tool. Jake scowled, staring at the hungry power bottom as he grinned like a Jackal atop him. He was right. "Just make this a weekend thing, and forget about it" jake thought. "lets get some condoms first?" Jake suggested with a half smile. Seth gave a gentle push and coated Jakes cock in his own warm cum. "no baby, really good friends dont use them" he instructed, deliberately working the poz slime into Jakes shaft. "good friends always bareback, jake. They fuck and fuck and always shoot their cum inside" seth lectured, as he tucked Jakes thick head at the entrance of his ass Jake sighed in contentment and without thinking, gently began feeding his cock into the toxic hole. "there ya go! now tell me how it feels" Seth beamed, as Jake instinctively gripped the power bottoms hips and began driving. "hot" Jake panted, "and wet." "thats right! hot ant wet and good. raw holes are the best for your cock. They make you cum fast and hard." Seth was now being bounced atop the boys increasingly desperate thrusts. he needed to cum. "and you can cum in me whenever you want! good friends will always let you shoot inside." Jake groaned loudly as he dumped his third load into the sucking toxic cunt. seth slipped off Jakes softening cock with a plop and a smile, and dove onto it to clean things up, alternating between licking and 'accidentally' sucking with his teeth until the boys cock glistened and the juice was faintly pink. Seth gave Jake a quick kiss and headed to the kitchen to cook some late breakfast. "Remember Jake, if you need to cum you can cum in me!" Seth gave a quick slap of his ass and left the boy to wander into the shower.

After Mike hung up the phone. He sat there bewildered for a few minutes. Did that just really happen? He never thought he would even hear from anyone and now he had spilled his sex life to a Dr’s assistant. (Was he even a real Dr?). His phone rang and scared him out of his thoughts. Looking at his phone he saw it was his oldest daughter. He spent the next hour talking with her and catching up. After hanging up he realized it was pretty late so he went to bed and dreamed about Dr’s offices and injections. The next morning he woke up early. He liked to start his weekends early and being Saturday he went for a morning ride on his bike. A quick ten miles on the trails, when he got back home, he jumped in the shower. He heard his phone ringing as he turned off the water. Jumping out quick he ran out to the bedroom naked and dripping, grabbing his phone he saw that it was the number that Jason had called from. Picking up, he said “Hello” “Hi, is this Mike?” ”Yes it is” ”Hey Mike, it’s Jason from Dr. X’s office. How’s your morning going?” ”I’m good thanks, how about you?” ”I’m great thanks! I just wanted to call and let you know that Dr. X has looked over your questionnaire and he really liked what he read. He would like to book an appointment for you if you are still wanting the insemination procedure?” ”Um yeah, I definitely would like that” ”Great! So we have an opening next Saturday at 8:00 AM if that will work for you.” ”Yes next Saturday works for me.” ”Perfect. Will you be available this afternoon around 1:00 PM? I would like to stop by and do a blood draw and swab if you have about 30 minutes?” ”Yes, I’m free this afternoon” ”Okay great! I will come by and we can do the blood draw and I will go over the process with you. I’ll just need your address” Mike gave Jason his address and they both said their good byes. Hanging up Mike checked his phone, it was a little after 11, he had some time to kill so he decided to go for a walk. During his walk, Mikes mind raced with the Turn of events over the last 24 hours. He’d gone from wondering if he would ever be seroconverted, how it would happen, when it would happen, and with who? Now he had answered an ad on BZ thinking he would never hear anything and within 7 days he would potentially be receiving a viral load that could (or will according to the Dr) convert him. Mike knew deep down that he was ready. This truly was the next step for his journey. Being able to control his destiny was always his dream. Looking at his watch he saw that it was after 12:00. He turned around and walked back the way he had come. Anxious now to meet with Jason and find out more about the procedure and how it happens. Mike returned home and jumped back in the shower after sweating on his walk. After finishing up and dressing he heard his phone ding at him with a text message. Checking it he saw it was from Jason’s number. “On my way, will be there in about ten minutes.” Mike replied back “Okay, see you in a bit.” The next ten minutes seemed to go by so slow. But finally Mike heard a knock on his door. Opening it, he found a good looking gentleman are 30 years old. Blonde hair, deep blue eyes, about the same height and weight as his 6 ft 185 pound frame. ”Hi are you Mike?” He asked “Yes I am” he replied.