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I’m Jason, a gay 21yr old twink. 180cm, 75kg, shaggy blonde hair and completely free of facial hair, smooth body except for a triangle of pubic hair, a snail trail up to my navel and armpit hair. I’m cut, around 9” long when hard, and 6” around the hard shaft. I’ve found the little blue pill increases that rock hard size by ½ an inch on both counts. I love my cock being played with while I bottom. Whether its hard, semi hard or soft, still feels fucking amazing…I prefer to bottom. But I have been known to top. I had long had a fascination with gay pnp and had been reading stories and watching videos since I was about 16 years old. I was a virgin until I was 18, and by then, even though a virgin I was already pretty sure of what I wanted sexually. My preference was for other hung twinks, and also jocks. But I was open to all, except for guys who don’t know what ‘good personal hygiene’ means! To me, the only thing that should taste like cheese, is…. cheese! I began my sexual encounters using gay hook up sites, such as BBRT and Squirt, NKP, Grindr, Scruff etc. I soon realised that I wasn’t your average twink, as most of the ones I hooked up with ended up being airheads. But the odd one was like me, focused on great sex and wanting to push limits. Jocks were quite a bit better, but I began to find that the bears and daddies were like gold. I am not stupid, and quickly realised that a lot of these older bear/daddy types were willing to do pretty much whatever with a hot young guy who was serious about having long wild sex sessions. Of course, that meant that some of my wildest fantasies could be achieved with these guys. And of course, I also had by now, several twink and jock type fuck buddies who were not flakes so I was in a good place. I was particularly horny this particular night and was keen to get wild. I had not yet experienced pnp sex but knew deep inside that I wasn’t interested in puffing as much as getting straight to the point. Yup, a slam and getting totally wild. I wanted a long wild session with like-minded guys. Guys who where addicted to owning a slutty hole for many hours, even days. Because this had been the object of my fantasies since watching and searching out everything about gay pnp, I was primed. I decided, right then and there, that this did not have to happen tonight. If it did, that would be like some kind of miracle. I had already worked out that most hookups don’t happen as planned, and that a lot of guys on these hook up sites would talk for hours then when you put the hard word on them to actually hook up, all of a sudden it was now too late as they have work in the morning…or. the budgie is sick, or I have to feed the goldfish…WTF, you know what I mean, weak lame ass excuses! So I’m thinking, I want to set the stage for my ultimate hook up, or at least one of my many fantasies, can play out at least close to, if not BETTER than the actual movie playing in my mind. I’m thinking group, sling, toys, hung tops, fist…and then that little voice kicks in, “Hey buddy, you have only been fucked a few times! What makes you think you can progress from that to being gang fucked, toyed and even fisted’? Straight away the other little evil cheeky voice kicks in and says ‘A BIG FAT TINA SLAM- that’s what!” And the first voice meekly replies, Oh…yup, fair comment…” and that voice retires for the weekend! So how do I start? I think for a few seconds, then think, OF COURSE, a ‘Quick-Connect ad on BBRT!’ I get straight on it. I am sitting at my gaming desk, stark naked with a raging hard-on, slowly jerking my cock every now and again as I focus on placing an ad. I know I have to word the ad carefully, as no mention of drugs is allowed. I begin to type. “Inexperienced hung bottom verse twink, can host or travel, seeking top verse guys to help me go from mild to wild in seconds. Seeking a long session with hung top verse guys who are open to anything, so long as the chemistry is right…DM me if keen” . I was oozing precum as I typed. I read then re-read what I had written, my cock twitched and more precum oozed out of my piss/cum slit. This was it, now or never. I clicked submit before I could change my mind. I suddenly thought, if anyone replies, I am not really ready! I quickly got up and went to the bathroom and got the douche hose running so the water was warm and reasonably fast. I inserted it in to my already hungry hole and felt the pleasure of my hole filling with water, and the pressure As bead of cum oozed out of my cock as I squatted in the shower recess. I felt so full and pushed out, evacuating my bowels of the influx of water as well as the rest of the contents, feeling so horny as I washed it all away. I repeated the process about 5 times over, till everything was crystal clear, then got out and dried off. I went back to my room and looked at the screen on my PC. There were 20 new messages! I rubbed some lube on my hungry hole, and pushed my fingering. Then I grabbed a medium sized butt plug and inserted it. It went straight in. I then sat down to read the messages which had come through as I was douching. I opened the email tab. At a quick glance, 7 were from the same profile. The profile name was ‘IDAREYOU’, which made me leak more precum and my hole clench around the butt plug and then involuntarily relax. I opened the first email from him. It read…’I specialize in transforming bottom verse sluts into total sluts in heat, not just willing, but begging to be fucked and used. No mild, all wild. Intense but sane long sessions.’ Straight away I checked his profile. He was a 57 year old bear type, with a huge cut thick cock. His face was clean-shaven, as were his balls. He was 173cm, 90kg and quite hairy. And his face was hot, kind of a chiselled ex-surfer kind of look. And one pic he had his tongue out, provocatively indicating he was not afraid to eat ass. At this point cum just began oozing out of my cock. It had never been this hard and throbbing ever before. And usually after I cum, its all over. But this just made me even more horny. It was about 7pm, so the night was still very young and I was by no means tired. In fact, I was now hornier for some real heavy wild play than I had ever been. I then opened his next email. “Best you come here boy. I have a dungeon specially for wild play”…that’s all it said. Even more cum oozed out of my solid cock! I could hardly contain myself. This sounded exactly like what I was looking for. I opened the next email. “I am only interested in slamming and long wild fun”… well, you can guess what happened. It seemed like there was a tap on my cock that was stuck in the on position, cum flowing freely. So now the fourth message. “I only fuck bareback.” This produced more cum. So now to his 5th email. “Sorry slut. I meant WE only fuck bareback”… Email number 6. “You need to be prepared to have your hole totally and completely owned’” Well, I didn’t really fully comprehend what that meant, but I knew I desired everything so far that he had said, and in my mind, also accepted what he was wanting to do. Then I opened his 7th email. “OK you little twink slut. Get this. There are 6 of us here partying, all tops and top verse. We would love to be the ones to give you your first slam (of several, BOY) and we are willing to do so as a gift to you from us. But you need to respond within the next 10 minutes.” I looked at the message and saw it was sent 9 minutes ago as I was I in the shower! I quickly replied with a “Yes please!”, and clicked send. I then sent a better response. “Hello Sir, sorry I was in the I shower. You sound amazing. Everything you mentioned is exactly what I have been looking for. Is your offer still open, and if so where are you?” I hit send, then hit email, sent, and saw he had read it instantly. I waited a few seconds and there was a reply. Ok boy, well done. I was beginning to think you were one of those twinks who is all talk and had probably jerked off just from talking about it and it was all over. I’m at 110 Riley on the Westside. Can you get here? I gasped! He was literally 3 doors down from me! I quickly replied. Sir, my name is Jason, what is yours? And I can literally be there in 2 minutes. So is it cool if I come over, and will you really slam me and own my hole with your mates? I’m quickly pulling out the butt plug and checking where my clothes are. Ping. He replies. Hey Jason, I’m Chad. Yes you little slut, you will be slammed, and your hole will be well and truly owned…and much more. Come now boy, I will be waiting at the door. The outside front porch light is on. I quickly replied. I will be there in one minute Sir. I threw on my baseball shorts and a Tee, grabbed my keys and headed out the door. I shut the door behind me and my heart was racing in my chest. It was a warm night, and I walked out to the sidewalk and turned left, and could see the light on out front 3 doors down. It was the old Parker place, but old Mr Parker passed and the place sold up about a week before. I walked down, walked in the gate and up the 3 stairs and knocked on the door. The door opened just enough for me to go inside. Chad said come in boy. I slid sideways inside, and the door was closed behind me. The entryway was dimly lit, with a dull red light globe. I could hear muffled moaning sounds, of porn playing. I turned and saw Chad, his cock was jutting out in front of him. He was hotter than his pics, and he said take off all your clothes and follow me boy! I wasted no time, stripped naked and followed him down a hallway to a doorway leading to the basement. This was where the moaning noises were coming from. He ushered me down the stairs, and unfolding before me was a large fully mirrored room…including the ceiling. There was a sex sling and a fisting bench, and a couple of large beds. Two huge flat screen tv’s were playing gay group bareback porn. But more breathtaking were the 5 other guys there. W twink/jock types, and 3 stocky to solid beefy bear types. What I couldn’t believe was the meat they were all packing! They were all hard, and not one of them was under 8 inches. Chad introduced me to the guys…Mike, Pete, David, Brad and Chris. Chris was packing a solid 10 inch curved 6.5 inch thick weapon, and I think I literally drooled. Chad then said we are not going to waste any time boy. We are all keen as fuck to wreck your boy hole and completely own you for hours. So put your clothes here, and then go and lay back in the sling. I will get a slam ready for you. So is this your first.? I said Yes Sir. In my head, all I could think about was the story I had recently read online. It was about a guy’s first gay pnp gangbang, by author ‘Ben Dover’ and also one about a huge toy initiation. Not that I am encouraging you to do an online search so you will see what I mean…although that many chems they give the dude who is getting his first gangbang in that series is somewhat far-fetched but HOT AS FUCK…anyways I digress, back to the hot as fuck real-time situation happing with Chad and his mates…. He smiled, great. You are going to start with a .25, a quarter of a gram. Chris, tell him what to expect. By this time I was laying back in the sling. Chris and the rest of the guys came over. As Chris started talking, the other guys were putting my ankles in the leather stirrups and caressing my body. Chris said you will feel a bit of a sharp prick like when you get a blood test, then see some blood in the syringe. Then as soon as Chad slams you, he will pull the syringe out and I will give you a tissue which you will press on the site and raise your arm, this helps stop it bleeding and reduce bruising. Next you will suddenly feel you need to cough. And just go with it , try to relax and then you will feel a wave of pleasure…after that, don’t worry. We will take things from there and make this the best night of your life. Don’t try to struggle, just do the opposite and relax because you are ours now boy. Also I will hold bottle to your nose, it is poppers. Just take a big sniff in each nostril and hold it till I tell you to breathe out. Ok boy Yes Sir. Chad made his way over with the syringe. A elastic band was put around my upper arm, and my inner elbow was wiped with an alcohol swab. Hold still boy, Chad said. He slid the needle in as I watched, and he drew the plunger back and I saw my blood enter the barrel of the syringe. Are you ready boy? I replied Yes Sir. He pressed the plunger in and then removed the needle. Chris gave me a tissue to press against the site, and I raised my arm. Shall I continue?

I usually don't play in public, but my boyfriend looked too cute in his new shorts, I had to have him right there. A devious plan ran through my head. While he was changing back into his clothes, I made my way to his dressing room. I knocked and asked if he needed any assistance. Before he could answer, I helped myself and walked in. He was in his briefs and I locked the door and pulled him to me. He told me we were in public, people would hear us. I hoped they would! He didn't put up a fight and we were both naked in seconds. I swallowed his engorged cock and got him good and aroused. He flipped me over on the bench and rimmed me until i was moaning like a little bitch for him to fuck me. He happily obliged. I could feel his hot cock buried deep inside me. He wasted no time. We were both working up a sweat and i knew by his breathing that he was close. I teased him by begging him “please, give me your sperm, make me pregnant!” I kept whispering this in his ear. Then i felt it, he tensed up and i was flooded with shot after shot of cum. As he pulled out we kissed and held each for a few minutes. I hadn't realised that i ended up sitting on his new garment. A thick and creamy puddle settled on the leg of the new shorts. He was so embarrassed, but i marched up to the register and handed them to the clerk and paid. I told him to watch out for the sticky spot and that the dressing room may need a good cleaning. I want to go shopping next week!

Any one from Liverpool UK here?

Doc Murphy’s Therapy 3 I remember dreaming of men surrounding the bed... Their voices barely speaking above a whisper. I struggled to make out the words... Turning from side to side, I saw each booted muscled god geared in the shiniest of black leather. Tightly strapped leather harnesses accentuated their muscled pecs with rings through their prominently thick tits, making my mouth water... On my right, the men wore jockstraps... their full pouches so tight that I could see the subtlest of differences of their cocks... cut, uncut, pierced or not, it was more than obvious. While on my left, the men’s strong legs were enveloped in chaps... their muscles clearly defined as if the hide was painted on... their hard cocks and full sacs set off by a heavy chrome cockring. The room was filled with a distinctive scent of musk and leather as the sweaty tangled mass of flesh grew before my eyes... an orgy of every possible combination of lustful desire. The dream was so vivid... the men’s grunts and groans began to grow louder and fill the room. Seeing one of them escape the pile, I moaned, recognizing the young god approaching with tightly cropped red hair and green eyes. “Shit, Bry!” I called out, seeing my best friend transformed into the most incredible leather fantasy. His harness circled over his broad shoulders and under the thick muscled pecs. My eyes couldn’t stay off the twin slabs of muscle covered in reddish-brown fur showcasing a set of heavy rings piercing his thick erect tits poking through the fur. Below them, a trail of fur ran over the ridged stack of abs. His thick thighs bulged in the tightest leather chaps, drawing attention to the exposed dripping hard cock and sac. With every step of his boots, his muscles rippled at the slightest movement as he made his way to me. “Fuck Sam,” he smiled with a lustful gaze, pulling the covers off to reveal my shaved body... Staring at wetness of the sheets at below my cunt, he growled. “I hear you’ve been a good boy.” Still trying to understand how he could be in my room, I asked “How...?” “Never mind, bro...,” he said, interrupting me and pointing to the writhing heap of men in the room. “You need to serve.” Looking at the men, wave after wave of desire came over me... “Yeh, Bry...I do.” I growled, getting down on my knees as Bry’s leaking cock throbbed before my eyes. Licking my lips and wanting to taste that cock again, I reached up to his thick muscled thighs and leaned in, opening my mouth take it in... Suddenly, a sound woke me up... It was Mike, carrying a tray of food and juice into the room. “Sorry, Sam... didn’t mean to wake you. Doc told me you spent the night ‘cause it was getting late and asked me to just drop this off.” As I lay there, the images of Bry and the other men began to flood back into my mind. It took a minute to get into the moment before realizing I was sporting the beginnings of a hardon. But for some reason, it didn’t bother me, and it wasn’t definitely a problem for Mike... “Looks like it was a good dream.” he smiled, noticing my growing cock before putting the tray down next to the bed. “Thanks, Mike,” I said, drinking some of the juice and remembering last night. “Yeh, it was getting late by the time my session was over.” “Yeah, Doc doesn’t like to break up a session if it’s going really well...” he chuckled, looking me over... “Well, for some patients at least, he’ll keep it going as long as necessary. When that happens, I just head to my room and work on my thesis.” “Cool,” I said, remembering how he looked last night in his gear... my cock started stiffening. “Yeah, very cool... and so fucking smooth,” he groaned, sitting down on the bed next to me and rubbing my abs and shaved crotch before leaning in. Without a word, he brought his lips to mine... It was like last night never happened. He reached down and ran his fingers over my puckering cunt, causing me to groan in surprise. Kissing me deep and hard, his tongue invaded my mouth. “I thought...” I moaned, taking a breath as a finger entered me. “What? I’m a bottom cause I let Doc fuck me...” he laughed, feeling the remnants of cum in my cunt. “Don’t worry... I’m not jealous. It’s part of our arrangement while I finish my grad work. That's all there is to it... nothing else.” “Nothing else,” I groaned, feeling a second and third finger go in. “Damn... Doc must’ve worked your cunt over last night.” he growled, feeling my still loose cunt. “Yeh... he did,” was all I could say as he continued fingering me. “Did ya like it, Sam? Being filled with Doc’s cock or was it something else?” he grunted, stripping and pulling my thighs apart to expose my cunt. “Shit, yeh!” I moaned, seeing that hard pierced cock again... The next thing I felt was his warm wet tongue licking my cunt before it spread my cuntlips and pushed inside. “Goddamn!” I moaned, feeling him digging deep inside me. "Sweet fucking tasty cunt, bro" he said, coming up for air. “How’s that feel?” “Fuck yeh... fuck my cunt!” “That’s right, bro... what you have there is a cunt... Don’t ever forget it.” he told me, teasing me with his cock. I nodded, remembering my therapy... “Cunt...” Putting my legs over his shoulders, he shoved his rigid cock into me without warning, sending a wave of passion over me. “Say it, bro... tell me what you want.” “Fucking fill, me!” I gasped, feeling the ring hit my prostate as he began to rock in and out of me. He didn’t waste any time ramming his cock into me... “Fucker... gonna take my time with you,” he growled, slowing down and holding his cock deep in my cunt. He kept on edging... fucking me til he was close, then would pause, waiting for the sensation to pass... only to start again until I was begging for his load. “Fuck man... give me your load, bro! I need it!” I cried out, grabbing his hips and pulling him in all the way to the root. He began ramming me hard until he stiffened and let out a heavy roar, unloading a volley of cum inside me. I could feel each throbbing pulse of his cock. Bending down, still impaled inside of me, he kissed me. “Fucking hot cunt...” he smiled, pulling his still hard cock out and sitting back. I scrambled to clean it... sucking and tonguing his cock until I had done my duty. “Good boy...” he growled, his warm wet tongue licking my cunt before it spread my cuntlips and invaded. “Give it to me.” With little pushes of my cunt, the load dripped out onto his open mouth until I had released most of it... Then, he crawled up and fed it to me. Kissing, our darting tongues exchanged the load until we both gulped down the contents and fell on the bed in a sweaty jumble. “Fuck, Sam... That was hot. I never imagined that you’d be this good when you came into the office that day. I figured you were just some messed up kid needing therapy.” he laughed, exploring my smooth body with his hands. “You surprised me when you showed up here like this. What made you do it?” Knowing what I knew about him, I smiled. “Don’t know... I guess I just felt like it.” “Yeah, I know what you mean,” he chuckled, taking hold of my smooth pecs and rubbing his fingers over them. “I did the same thing when I first got here. But it’s a bitch to keep up... so I got it permanently removed. Doc has a buddy who does it and hooked me up.” “Yeh?” I groaned, imagining being permanently hairless as he went down to lick my pecs. Then, licking my left tit, Mike sucked it in and bit down... “Goddamn!” I moaned, panting at the pain he was inflicting. He stayed on my tit, chewing on it... tasting the sweat dripping off my pec. Releasing it with a kiss, he moved to the right one and I began to growl in heat as he repeated the torture now turning to pleasure. Reaching for my swollen cock, he began to stroke it as he alternated on my tits before moving down my abs. By now, my tits were aching and standing at attention, causing my cock to go rock hard. “Yeah,” Mike growled, exploring my shaved body with his mouth... “When did you do it?” “Yesterday, right before coming over.” I sighed, feeling his lips and tongue sliding over my skin. “You missed a spot, right here. I’ll let Doc know... so you can get that taken care of.” he chuckled, licking between my thigh and crotch before taking my cock in his mouth. “Fuck, yeh!” I cried out, feeling his tongue dig into my piss slit. He started licking and wrapping his tongue around the mushroom head... flicking at it and lapping the dribbling precum. Slowly sliding down, he started sucking on my leaking cock... keeping his eyes locked on mine with one hand on my shaft and the other holding tightly onto my sac. His hand began to pull it away from my body as he held my balls tightly in a fist. “Aw fuck! Harder!” I cried out... realizing at that moment the extent of my therapy. My begging for pain urged him on and his pace quickened. I thrust my hips up to meet him. The sensations of his mouth were overwhelming... I needed to cum. I was close... Grabbing the back of Mike’s head with both hands, I began forcing his mouth up and down my cock, faster and faster. I could feel myself slowly going over the edge. Then, as he released his grip, my body shook with lust, releasing an explosion of cum. “Fuck yeh, bro! Fucking love, this shit!” We remained like that... me on my back with him still latched on my cock... sweat running down our bodies until sound of Doc’s voice shook us out of the moment. Doc stood at the entrance to the room, but I couldn’t make out what he said. My mind must have blocked it out... but the moment Mike heard the words, he sat up, releasing my cock. Turning to Doc, he nodded and dropped to his knees on the floor next to him. “Good boy,” he chuckled, rubbing Mike’s sweaty shoulder. “I was wondering what was taking you so long,” I quickly apologized... “Doc... I’m sorry. I guess I fucked up.” “No problem, Sam. So... you’ve now experienced both Mikes.” Leaving the dazed Mike on the floor, he wandered over to me. “How’s it feel?” he asked, feeling my freshly fucked cunt. “Damn, Doc,” I smiled, seeing his growing bulge... “So good!” “Good to hear, boy.” He looked back to Mike kneeling obediently on the floor before noticing my chewed-up tits. Pulling his wet finger from my cunt, he rubbed the slime around my swollen tits and gripped them tightly with his fingernails. “Fuck, yeh!” I shuddered. “Harder!” With his cock now tenting his jeans, he whispered in my ear as he increased his grip on me. “Yeh, Doc...” I murmured, feeling the pain course through my body. After a couple of minutes, Doc let go and stood up. I quickly fell next to Mike, our hands behind our backs at attention. Turning to face us, he began to strip as... I could see him speaking, but I couldn’t make out the words. Gripping the bottom of his T-shirt, he pulled it up and off his torso, exposing the forest of fur on his muscled pecs. We quickly made our way to remove his shoes and socks. Mike then scrambled up to unbuckle the thick black belt around his waist. It was then I joined him as we pulled the jeans down to expose his furry legs. Slowly, we began moving our mouths up his legs... our hands massaging his powerful muscles until we met at Doc’s low hanging sac. Taking in the scent of his crotch, both of us began to moan and took one of his heavy balls in our mouths... “Fucking cuntmouths!” Our tongues darted out, tasting the hairy sweaty sac and we moved up to the base of Doc’s shaft... Up we went... our lips gently massaging the thickening shaft until our tongues met at the leaking piss slit at the tip of his engorged cockhead. Tasting the precum, our tongues began lapping it up. Feeling Doc’s hands against our heads and push our mouths against each other, our sparring tongues began to feed each other. “Goddamn cocksuckers.” he growled, holding us by the scruff of our necks. We began to worship him, sucking and worshipping his god-like cock like we had been trained... ‘Yeh, that’s the word,’ I thought...realizing at that moment it had been imbedded in us... Mike and I were meant to serve together. Before I could think about it, Doc thrust between our lips... back and forth, enjoying our attention to his powerful cock. We needed his cock... we continued... pushing him closer to release with every movement of our mouths. Feeling the overwhelming need for cock, I moved to the head and slowly swallowed his cock to the base of his shaft. I could feel Mike’s tongue flicking at the saliva dripping out of my mouth. Slowly backing off, I grabbed Mike’s head and shoved my tongue in his open mouth. Gripping my tongue with his lips, he moaned... knowing his desire for cock, I pushed his head towards Doc’s still leaking cock and he swallowed it in one fell swoop. We continued like that... sharing Doc’s now steel cock. We were nothing but a pair of cuntmouths servicing a cock... just as Doc had said. Getting close, Doc pushed us off his cock and we fell to the floor... our faces covered in spit. Walking over to the bed, he pulled out a packed pipe and torch from the nightstand and climbed onto the bed. Spreading his legs, he lit the pipe, inhaled and motioned to us. Quickly, we climbed on the bed, slid over the soft sheets and joined him on either side. Placing our mouths to his, we inhaled the large cloud escaping his handsome mouth. “Go on... have at.” he growled, passing the lit pipe to Mike. We began sharing the pipe while Doc sat back watching us take hits and blowing the thick white clouds into each other’s mouths. Taking the last hit on the now empty pipe, I exhaled into Mike, devouring him in a deep kiss as Doc’s strong hands roamed over our bodies. Instinctively, we both went for Doc’s tits. “Fuckers...” he growled, pushing our mouths onto his furry pecs. Holding both of us tightly, we began to suckle like two nursing pups, humping our bodies against Doc’s legs. Doc’s hands roamed down over our smooth muscled backs and began to explore our cunts. “Goddamn cunts...” I began moaning as the realization of what I was becoming hit me and I raised my hips, giving Doc access. But it didn’t stop there... I felt another hand now exploring my exposed cunt. It was Mike’s. “Fuck me!” I cried out, feeling fingers digging into me before latching back onto Doc’s tit. Mike immediately pounced on me and shoved his cock deeply inside me. Holding onto my shoulders, he began to piston fuck me. “Fuck, yeh!” I cried out into Doc’s pec, feeling the PA scraping against my prostate with every stroke. The sensations in my cunt took over my mind and I was lost in the moment... My mind filled again with images of the leathered gods surrounding us... watching me surrendering to my desires. Bry stood out smiling, leading another by a leash to our side. “Fuck yeah, bro... Feels good, don’t it?” Bry growled, pushing the sub onto the floor on all fours. Smiling, he moved behind the sub and kicked his legs apart to expose the willing cunt. Bry dropped... Licking the pierced taint leading to the sub’s willing cunt, Bry smiled and looked at me before shoving his cock in quickly... causing the sub to let out soft groan. I couldn’t take my eyes off them... seeing the look of rapture on the sub’s face as he took every inch of Bry’s cock. “Fuck, bro... Tell me... is yours still tight?” he growled, picking up the pace and slamming the willing sub. “Fuck yeh!” I grunted, coming back to reality as I felt Doc’s hands caressing down my back. “YEH, DO IT!” I yelled, feeling Doc’s cock pressing on my cunt while climbing onto Mike’s back. I was grabbing at the sheets, feeling Doc’s cock sliding over Mike’s shaft and pushing past my cuntlips. “OH FUUUUCK!” I hissed, instantly feeling the pain of being split open. “Relax, boy... surrender.” Doc told me, before saying something else I couldn’t understand. Instantly, a wave of pleasure overcame any pain as Doc’s cock invaded me. Mike remained still... not a sound coming from him. “Yeh...” I now moaned in pleasure, feeling Doc’s cock invading my cunt. With my therapy now kicking in, I began fucking myself on their cocks. “Good boy,” Doc grunted, slapping Mike on the ass and they began fucking me in unison. With every one of their thrusts, I moaned... feeling myself stretched to the limit, I began to lose focus. The room grew warmer and filled with the sounds of animals rutting... grunts, moans and wet slapping bodies. Bry had returned... Holding onto the moaning sub by his harness, Bry’s assault continued as the sub fucked himself on the pierced cock. The wet slapping of Bry’s thighs against the sub’s shaved ass filled the air around the circle of leathered admirers. “Fuck, Sam... Every time I fuck this cunt, I imagine it’s you... my bro... taking my cock.” With each pounding, the sub’s moans grew louder, and begged for more. Bry continued pile-driving him... stretching his cunt with an ever-increasing ferocity until he couldn’t hold back and released an explosion of cum. Instantly, the sub scrambled to Bry’s still hard cock to clean off the remnants of his load. "Inspiration...” Bry growled at me. Coming back into the moment, I felt the thrusts of my double fuck begin to slow and intensify... I knew it wouldn’t be too long for them to fill my cunt. “Fuck yeh!” I cried out, feeling the simultaneous loads unleashing in me as the fucking continued until the contents of their balls flooded my cunt. Their load now deposited, they fell on my back and pushed me fully onto the mattress. “Inspiration,” I moaned... feeling the weight of their bodies on top of me. Pulling out of me, Doc stood up and positioned himself in front of our faces... “Beautiful...” Immediately, we took his slimed cock and cleaned it... taking the remains of the loads into our mouths. Satisfied, Doc walked away as Mike pulled me up and sat back, holding me in his arms. Holding tightly onto his cock, I leaned back...our lips met. We began to devour each other as his hands explored my sweaty body. Releasing his cock, my hands roamed over his hairless muscular body, knowing that it was what I needed... to bulk up and match his body. In the back of my mind, I already knew that my appointment with Doc’s buddy was set... I would never have to worry about stubble. I moved down his beautiful pecs and made my way to his cock and took it into my mouth, tasting the residue of the double fuck. “Fuck, Sam.” Mike moaned, feeling my mouth on his softening cock. Shocked, I sat up and looked into his eyes. There was no doubt, the other Mike was there with me now. He took me in his arms, and we fell back on the bed. “Fuck, Sam... Doc must be wondering where I am.” he said, spooning me. “Naw, he probably just thinks you’re working on your thesis.” I moaned, feeling his cock against my ass. “Yeah,” he sighed... Several hours later, I woke up in the dark room with Mike still beside me... our bodies tangled in the middle of the bed. Feeling a sensation around my neck, I reached up and found my leather collar securely fastened to my neck. “Yeh...” I moaned, turning to Mike and seeing him collared, too. I knowingly grabbed the note on the nightstand and read it... ‘Downstairs’ was all it said, and I shook Mike to wake him. Slowly opening his eyes, he smiled, seeing me collared. Slowly, we made our way to the two leather bags in the center of the room and faced each other. Keeping our eyes fixed, we slipped the restraints on our wrists. Next, we placed the harnesses over our shoulders and buckled each strap tightly. I moaned as the leather again touched my smooth skin. Retrieving our jockstraps, we slid them up over our hairless bodies and adjusted our cocks. My junk now snug in the cum crusted leather pouch, I pulled out my still sweat-soaked socks and put them on. Turning to Mike, I saw him standing there looking down at the socks in his hand. “What’s happening... Sam, what the fuck are you wearing!?” he said in a state of confusion, looking up as if he was seeing me geared up for the first time. Grabbing the socks, I dropped to my knees... “Let me help you,” I moaned, kissing his feet. After placing them on him, I pulled the pair of boots out of his bag... “10-hole Rangers...” I said, motioning him to step in. Now in his boots, he stayed there in a daze, still looking down at me. I began pulling the laces through the eyelets of his right boot. It was freaking me out, but I kept on... then, I realized that with every ladder rung I added, he began to calm down. With the boot now laced up, he dropped to one knee and began to methodically lace the other without hesitation. “Fuck...what the hell was that?” I mumbled, quickly putting on my boots, lacing them up and placing an arm band around my right bicep. Grabbing the other, I stood and saw Mike taking a long hit from a full glass pipe... his cheeks tightening as he pulled the cloud into his lungs. “Fuck, yeh... gimme some, bro.” I moaned, walking over to him and placed the band on his right bicep as I caught a glimpse of the beads of sweat dripping down his smooth pit... My tongue worked its way from his bicep to worship his pit. “MMMMM,” he groaned, clamping his hand around the back of my neck to smash our mouths together... tongues lashed around in our mouths as he fed me the cloud. My body became alive again, and I surrendered. With our lips locked, we clawed at each other... our hands covering every inch of smooth muscled flesh and encased leather on our bodies. “Fucker... Welcome back...,” I grunted. “Let’s go. Doc’s waiting.”

That night in the gym was wild and we had a few more since then with a couple more guys all playing out the same with Cody and Jake taking the lead. As well as some house parties with women and all guys. It was a free-for-all. I never knew this town could let loose like this. Little did they know they were inviting the fox into the hen house. Amy had taken a business class sometime ago and the fresh out of their doctorate program professor failed her because he thought she was cheating in class. She was, but not at the time he accused her. She wanted her revenge, and she had been hearing rumors that he cruised some restrooms on campus. She had heard right. She wanted Andy and I to convert him. He came off like a total top, an overbearing dom in class. We were going to test that theory very soon. He had a Saturday class that lasted until noon. So Andy and I waited until his class was over and followed him when he left. He went to the bathroom on campus. Andy knew it to be very cruisy. He sent me in first and told me what to do. I had never cruised before, but it all made some sort of sense to me. The first door squeaked very loudly and it gave plenty of warning to anyone doing anything they should not be doing. Opening the 2nd door, it was a large room in the basement of an old building on campus. It had 5 urinals against the wall and three stalls at the back of the bathroom. I could tell our professor was in the middle stall and that someone was in the stall to the right of him. So, I instinctively took the one on the left. I dropped my pants and took a seat. It was then that I noticed a large hole in the wall that divided the stalls. It gave me a great view of our young professor. Holy hell! He was hung. He was well over 8inches. If Amy knew this I am sure she would have fucked him, but see this made this “mission” so much more worth it. I watched him stand up and feed his cock through the hole in the wall opposite of me. I looked under the stall and saw the other guy on his knees facing the professor. That is when the outer door creaked open and everyone scrambled to take their places. During this interruption the guy that was sucking the professor got up and left, soon it was just me and the professor alone. He caught me looking. Our plan was in motion. “You want my ccck boy” he whispered. I stuck my finger in the hole. He stood up and ran his cock through the hole. He was a mouthful. I sucked him for a good five minutes. When I asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He said yes, but not here. We agreed to go back to his place. It was just off campus so we walked hiding our bulges. Andy must have known where we were going. I looked up and he was right in front walking towards us. He called out my name like he hadn’t seen me in weeks. He was being overtly sexual and dropping some dead on hints, and out professor was taking the hint. He introduced himself as Jason and said that we were heading back to his place for some fun and Andy was more than welcome to join us. Andy gladly accepted the invite. This evil plan was falling into place all too easy. We were barely in the door when Andy was all over Jason kissing him, holding him up against the wall, taking charge of the session. He pushed my head down and I began to unbuckle their pants and fish out their sizable cocks. I took turns sucking one then the other like I had seen in so many porns. I had them both at full mast. When Andy told Jason it was his house and that he got the first crack at my ass. I was naked and on all fours in the middle of his king size bed with his tongue lapping away at my puckered tainted hole. “Hope you like it bare bitch, cause that is the only way I fuck”, he exclaimed between darting his toungue in and out of my hole. Andy added, “Bare is the only way we fuck!” As he coated Jason’s cock with a thin layer of lube leaving just enough on his fingers to work some into Jason’s virgin hole. He then squirted a little into my hole and roughly shoved two fingers into me. Jason lined up his cock and not so gently shoved his thick rod into me. He power fucked from the beginning. I was trying to get away from him, but he held me in place. Andy knew I was not enjoying this anal invasion, but did nothing to stop it. Jason pounded me into his bed until i was in the ass up prone position with Andy egging him to fuck me harder, to go deeper while Andy was fingering Jason as he went along. I begged for mercy. I got none. Andy had two fingers deep in Jason, but he did not care as he was brutally pounding me. Jason let up a little bit to spin me around so we could be face to face as he “power” fucked me as he put it. With that little pause in the action, Andy struck like a scorpion and sank his thick dick into Jason. Jason gritted his teeth and tried to protest, but he knew the fingers in this cunt had felt so good and that cock while painful now was going to feel awesome very soon. Andy was easy on him. He took his time. I could feel Andy through Jason. Soon Andy was balls deep in Jason and Jason was beginning to fuck me hard again. It was then that I noticed Andy was not moving. Jason was fucking himself to fuck me. His cock overpowered his ass. “I am cummming!” Jason exclaimed as he filled my hole with his negative load. I could feel his cock spasm inside of me. When he was done and before he could enjoy his afterglow. Andy began to fuck him and fuck him as hard as he was fucking me. I could see tears in his eyes. He ground his teeth, his face was red and he was grunting with every powerful thrust from Andy. Jason’s cock never went soft, his cock filled me still. I was just as uncomfortable as he was. Jason’s face began to relax. Andy flooded Jason with his toxic load, as Jason filled me with his second load of the day. We laid 3 across Jason’s large bed with Jason in the middle. Jason began to explore Andy’s body checking out his tats and scars trying to get him hard again. He was kissing down his chest when he got to his biohazard tat when he asked what that was all about. Andy, already at full mast, flipped Jason onto his back and slid his rigid cock back into him. Andy seemed to have a way of turning guys into bottom or versatile sluts. I know I still enjoyed fucking ass. I was no longer interested in Amy, but I much more preferred takin Andy’s massive dong than fucking now days. Jason begged Andy to cum and Andy hinted that he was going to knock Jason up tonight. We were going to spin him up like a top and let him loose onto the campus. He had no clue what we were talking about. We fucked for about 2 more hours with Andy fucking me, Andy and Jason fucking each other to make sure he had another viral load fucked into Jason’s system. We left that afternoon noticing several pictures of Jason with another couple. WE dug a little deeper and found out they were a “throuple”, and Jason was fucking them both on a regular basis, and was part of a swingers group that met on a regular basis with mens only outings. They often invited outsiders to play. We immediately volunteered. Our “seed” was getting planted deeper and deeper around town. More to cum Joey Feedback is welcummed

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 slowly opened my eyes…it was early on Saturday morning. I was laying buck naked on my queen size bed, with a raging hard on and feeling horny as hell. I remember I had been dreaming about trying my first group sex fun as a total hungry and slutty bottom, and in my dream, I had been given my first ever slam of meth. Sure, I had read about it…hell…I had even watched a lot of videos showing guys being slammed then getting really horny. Sadly, so many of the videos seemed to stop as the guy was rushing and did not continue to show what happened next. I am sure that the ensuing fun would have been nothing short of wild. That is why I really liked reading the PnP stories online. Sure, I love the graphics of porn, but also when reading something my imagination lets me get very graphic and imaginative. I guess that’s why when I read stories by author ‘Ben Dover’, I was completely hooked! I also LOVE reading the stories on NKP and find that site a major turn-on! So, this particular morning, I got up and sat in front of my computer, stroking my hard-on and seeing precum glistening at the end of my mushroom type head on my 9x6 cut cock and opened up NKP. I was desperately hoping to find a hook-up to experience the same kind of fucking and play that I had read on that Amazon story. When I opened NKP there were a lot of guys online, and one immediately caught my eye. He described himself as an ‘angry top’ but said he was not so much angry, just more into totally owning a hot bottom hole and spending many hours exploring, rimming and fucking a hungry hole. I had my ‘role/position’ listed as just that…’hungry hole’. Well, that would be a great match, me craving and desiring…no full-on lusting after a guy who would basically worship my hole the way I want to also take care of his needs! His profile said he was into rimming, fucking, toys, fisting, slamming and pretty much anything goes. The part which really made me hard after reading all that, was his comment that aid he loves to train newbies! As I was reading all this, I got so horny that I involuntarily blew my load…a huge load, stream after stream of white-hot sticky cum, making a hell of a mess. I grabbed a towel and cleaned up as much as I could, left his profile open and headed for the shower. As I was washing myself all over, I also douched and stayed semi hard as all I could think about was the guy on NKP and how hard and horny his profile made me feel. I got out of the shower and dried off in front of the mirror. I am not too shabby. I am about to turn 40, I would probably be described as an ‘otter’ as I have chest and leg hair, and a little hair covering my butt. I keep my nut sac cleanshaven as it heightens pleasure, and I have reasonable abs and would be classed as toned. I am 173cm tall, so about 5’8” and weigh in at around 75kg, so about 165lbs. I have light brown/blondish hair and blue eyes, and olive skin with a little tan. As I dry off my mind drift back to the open NKP profile on my computer and my cock begins to once again get hard. I fully dry off and head to the kitchen, grab myself a hot coffee and head back to my computer…my cock standing to attention the entire time. When I sit at my desk I swallow as I see new mail, and it is from the hot guy I have been looking at! I opened the message, and it said hey Mr, how is your morning? Being a little coy, but not overly shy, I responded with hi, I am horny as hell…how are you? And within a minute there was a reply, yes, same! Are you interested in playing today at all? I gulped. I took a little time to process his reply and had a few mouthfuls of my coffee to take time to collect my thoughts as to how I would respond. I replied back, I am very keen, and I love what your profile says you are into but am a complete novice when it comes to most of ‘what you like’ to do. I really like the way you say you like to train newbies. I have not partied, nor been fisted etc but it does intrigue me. And to be honest it really turns me on. He replied pretty well straight away and asked me if I know what it meant to be slammed. I quickly gulped another mouthful of coffee and replied yes, I knew and am nervously keen to try it. He then replied that when you slam, it makes you really horny for many hours, and you may even want another one. He then asked me if I was free all day and through to tomorrow night, as he would love to be my first and to train me in what it I like to be slammed and then have my hole worked over. He then mentioned he has a sling, and also a large assortment of toys. I went to take another gulp of coffee, but it was all gone. I read his reply again and said to him that I was all washed out and ready to play, and that his reply made me feel so horny. I told him I was actually free till Tuesday, as I had a long weekend off work. Whereabouts was he? He replied with his address and said I could come right over, and he would take things slow and if there was anything I wasn’t happy about to just tell him. Something about his manner put me at ease somewhat, and my cock was rock hard and once again oozing precum. He lived only about 15 minutes away, so I replied and said that I could be there in 15 minutes if that was ok. I immediately got a reply, for sure, see you soon…just park in the driveway. I quickly replied ok I am on my way, then I shut down my computer, threw on some board shorts and a singlet, grabbed my phone and keys and headed out the door. I was definitely nervous about what was about to happen, but that was reduced by my throbbing cock trying to bust out of my shorts! I had noticed that his profile said he was undetectable, as was I so I had no issues with playing bareback. In fact it is the only way I play. Before I knew it I was at his house, a nice place set back slightly from the road with a couple of trees out the front and nice manicured gardens. I did as he suggested and parked in the driveway. I got out of the car and repositioned my till hard cock in my shorts, trying hard to conceal my excitement. I locked the car and walked up to the front door, which was slightly ajar. I knocked and called out hello and heard him answer saying come on in and close the door behind you. I did so, and as I turned around, I saw him come around the corner, totally naked with a beautiful thick long hard cock, and he was wearing a black leather harness. He was every bit as hot in person as his profile pic. Hi I am Colton….I said hey man I am Jonas. Wow you are hot! And he said I think you are too, but would be a lot hotter naked! I took his cue and immediately stripped off, releasing my throbbing cock from the constraints of my shorts. He whistled….nice! Grab your things and follow me. I did so and walked around the corner and into his playroom. He showed me where to put my clothes then said before we do anything I HAVE to taste your hole…he told me to bend over and spread my cheeks and instantly his tongue was exploring my clean, pink pucker. I already sensed then that this was going to be a great time! After a couple of minutes he said you need to get in the sling, but first just suck me for a few minutes. I dropped to my knees and took his hard cock in my mouth, savouring the clean taste, and how warm his throbbing cock was as I then took him all the way down my throat. As I was sucking him, he said shortly we will get you into the sling, then I will prep you for your first slam. We need to slam straight away as it will make us super horny and piggy for many hours. I nodded as I continued to suck him balls deep. After a couple of minutes, and me tasting his salty and delicious precum, he slowly pushed my off his swollen cock and told me to get into the sling. I walked over to it, and he held it as I lay back in it. I looked up and saw there was a full-length mirror above the sling, so I could literally watch myself being used! He helped me put my ankles in the stirrup, which made my legs spread wide and up and back, and he said to slightly lift myself and slide my ass just off the edge of the sling so he could have full access to my hole. All of this made the precum ooze from my hard engorged throbbing cock and drip down in a long thread. He did not miss a trick and engulfed my cock with his hot wet mouth, slurping off all the precum. I nearly came right there and then! He then stood up and walked around to my right arm. He said I am going to put this band on your arm then look for a vein. He did so and found one straight away and swabbed it with an alcohol swab. Next, I will insert the needle then draw the plunger back to make sure I am in your vein, it should flash red. Once that happens, I will remove the band and press the contents into your vein, and then remove the needle and give you a tissue to press against the site. Then hold your arm up, this reduces bruising. As he proceeded to do all as he discussed, inserting the needle and getting the flash etc, he said that right about when I lift my arm, it should hit and I may feel I need to cough, and it may feel hard to breathe, try to not fight it but try and relax and breathe through it and then I will feel amazing. As he finished telling me that I was raising my arm up with the tissue as he had instructed. I still didn’t feel anything. All of a sudden, I got like a chemical type taste in the back of my throat which made cough, and then I felt tightness of breath and focused on what Colton had said, and relaxed my breathing. I felt a warmth hit me, and waves of intense pleasure course through my entire body. My cock felt incredible, and I looked down and was amazed to see that it had shrunk, just like I had read about, and yet cum was spurting from my soft cock. I was vaguely aware of Colton coughing, as he too slammed straight away. The next thing I felt was lube being smeared on my hole and Colton’s hard thick cock pressing into me. This only heightened the waves and ripples of pleasure and more cum spurted and oozed out of my soft cock as he fucked me balls deep. I was taking all of him straight away, and the way he was grunting I could tell that he too was going to cum and must be feeling as amazing as I was! He moaned and blew stream after stream of cum in my guts, and I was moaning and poking out my tongue, eyes wide and riding these ripples of intense bliss taking over my body. He pulled out and immediately dropped down and inserted his tongue deep in my hole and began an intense and focused devouring of my now loosened and super hungry hole. I had never felt a rimming so intense! His cock was still hard as a rock, and every now and then he would stand up and fuck me balls deep again then drop back down and slurp on my hole. The entire time my hole was just craving more and more, and his twirling tongue exploring deep inside just added to my desire for more, something bigger. He sensed this as I was pushing my hole out onto his tongue to try and get more. He stood up and grabbed a big toy. He asked me if I wanted more and all I could do was moan and nod. He lubed up the big toy which had a bulbous head on it, and put it at the entrance of my hole. With one hand he held some poppers to my nose and I instinctively snorted, the biggest longest snort I think I had ever done. He told me to hold it in as he took a hit then put the bottle down. Exhale slut! I did as I was told and the rush hit me! My hole became everything to me…all I could feel was ripples and waves of pleasure as I heard Colton tell me to take deep breaths and relax. Somehow in my fog of pleasure I complied, and felt my hole just open up. He felt it and applied pressure to the big toy as it began sliding into my hungry fuck tunnel. The more he ushed, ever so slowly, my hole rippled with more pleasure and I could feel the walls of my velvety tunnel open up even more and welcome this big invader deeper into me. I felt it slide through my ring and into beyond, and then Colton began pulling it back out. Once again I was feeling immense waves of pleasure. The poppers high was great, and it also heightened the rush and the ensuing high from the slam. Colton kept encouraging me, saying you good pig, wow what a hungry slut, deep breaths and relax you pig….I now knew what the term being in pig heaven meant. Every few minutes I felt another wave as the Tina was coursing through my body, and each time my body just relaxed and rode the wave. Colton was fully reading my body and took every advantage, making my hole loosen up by the minute. As he fucked me with precision and being relentless with the toy, he said you have now experienced your first slam, now time for your first booty bump which will keep you flying for a few hours until I slam you again. He slowly pulled the toy out, and then he put more lube on it and then coated it in 3 points of crushed up Tina. Then he slid it all the way back into my hungry hole. Instantly I felt a burning sensation, and it increased. I said to him it was really burning, and he leaned down and took my soft cock in his mouth which instantly distracted me. Then I felt the burning begin to subside and then an insatiable hunger start to build from deep withing my hole. I then started to get more waves of pleasure take over my body and my hole was now so hungry. Colton removed the toy, then held the poppers under my nose again and told me to take big hits. He gave me four, then lubed up his hand. The poppers rush hit and magnified the tina rush and waves of pleasure which were still rippling through me. Colton pressed his hand against my hungry craving and now quite sloppy hole. I arched my back in the sling, trying to get his hand into my insatiable fuck chute. He pressed more, and I felt the walls of my hole accommodate his hand and begin to relax with more waves of pleasure as I felt him slide deep into my very being. I was staring into his eyes, moaning and my tongue was just hanging out and as he went deeper all I could do was whimper and nod. The pleasure was so intense that cum was just constantly oozing from my cock. The booty bump on top of the slam, combined with the poppers had given me the ability to become a far hungrier slutty pig bottom than I had ever imagined. Colton then slowly withdrew his fist, and pulled it right out. He chuckled at the look on my face which showed him that I needed my hole to take more. He said to me we have all day and night, we can pace ourselves. Besides I think I need your tongue to explore my hole now. With that he helped me out of the sling and laid me on my back on the bed. He then climbed on top of me in a 69 position and lowered his hole onto my tongue. A hole never looked so good and I buried my tongue deep in his waiting hole. I then lifted my legs up and he pinned them back and buried his tongue deep in me. We feverishly ate out each other for about an hour, slurping, probing, twirling the tips of our tongues around in each other…then while I continued my onslaught of his hole with my tongue he started to work a toy back into my hole. He said we need to keep you nice and loose so we can open you up even more. Have you ever been tag-team fucked Jonas? I heard him and responded by moaning and burying my tongue even deeper into his now also loosened hole. He chuckled and said I guess that means you would like that…I removed my tongue for a second to reply yes please…almost yelling in excitement. I would love cum oozing out my hole and then more fucked into me!

There's fourkinds of Skinheads in my mind: Men who are losing the battle with a receeding hairline or thinning out on top who embrace shaving their head to get back on top of their masculinity again. They might also embrace other parts of the Skinhead style to justify/compliment it. Gay men who fetishise the skinhead look and strut their stuff in 30 hole Rangers and Bleacher at the fetish clubs and parties. (True skins laugh at them...) Then there are those who embrace the community, culture and lifestyle proper. They know that being a skinhead involves more than shaving your head and wearing bleachers bought at Mr B.. Now those guys I have time for. Back a few years there were several national gay skinhead groups. A Belgian group organised regular events in Antwerp - which included a long week end of events organised around the Oink Bar and the Boots. They were great and a 30 Euro ticket got you into all the events, breakfast buffet at The Oink every day and a BBQ in the evening. And the events played proper Skinhead music - no pop or techno. They guys were great. I made so many friends there and always had a great time. Different groups organise similar things, but none were a patch those. Today I'm no longer a mohawk sporting skinhead - but I'm still friends with those that are and am still accepted as a part of the community. The fourth kind are the right wing ones. They might look hot with their hyper masculine looks but they're toxic in a bad way. Best avoided.

I used to work for a local cable installation contractor company many years ago and out of all the installs i only had two encounters. I wasn't that active then. I was still pretty new at playing with guys. One customer had pics of guys in frames all over his apartment. I asked if he was a photographer and said yea you like. I said some were great. I was hooking up the cable box and dvd player for him in the living room as he was watching me and asked if i worked out much. I said i do to keep fit. He complimented on how i looked. I thanked him. Then he asked if i can hookup everything in the bedroom so when i finished we walked into the bedroom and wired up the new cable box and hooked up the DVD player as he sat on the bed. He asked if i had time to test the dvd player I said not much and he put a gay porn video on. I stood there as it went on he qued it to two guys fucking. I was kinda shocked and he turned to me as i was watching and he grabbed my bulge. I froze as he undid my pants and pulled out my cock and started to suck it. I was watching the dvd as he suck till i blew a load in his mouth. He got up and told me anytime i need fun come by. I got my pants up and left. My other tine was a few months later in the same apartment building complex I had a simple activation and outlet replacement. I reconnected the apartment in the basement and went to the apartment. The resident answered the door and him and his boyfriend let me in to show me where the tv and broken outlet was. I was laying on the floor to get to the outlet and fixing the outlet and heard both of them talking. One of them walked by me and said my friend was correct you have a nice ass. I almost jumped and hit my head. He laughed and asked if I liked the dvd he showed for you. I got all confused then realized he was talking about the guy a few months ago that blew me. I knew i was in for trouble. I rushed to finish and as i was bent over to finish up both started to squeeze and rub my ass and back. I couldn't move. I turned around and tried to get up and one grabbed my bulge and undid my tool belt and pants belt. As my pants we getting undone one of them pulled his shirts off and had a hatd on. The other dropped to his knees and started to my hardening cock. He sucked and the other took my shirt off and got to the other side dropped to his knees and licked my crack. One took my pants off. completely and the other grabbed my hand and pulled me to the couch. Got my leggs pulled high as i got my ass eaten out and cock sucked. Then one left and came back with a brown bottle and a tube. Got the bottle shoved under my nose and felt my hole get wiped at the same time. All of a sudden felt a cock get pushed into me as the other held my leggs. I was shocked and excited at the same time then felt my hole opening up as the cock slid in. Then was getting pounded as the other held my leggs tight and saying what service we are getting and both laughed. Then the pounding was getting harder and heard a moan and felt him pull out. The other guy got down and suck my cock and sucked me till i blew a load a hugh load. I got up and went to the bathroom. They gave me a towel to clean my hole up it was a mess. I got out and dressed had them sign my work order and got a great tip. They told me to come back anytime their friend would like to see you again. A few months later i did play with all three of them again after work.

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.

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…”

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.

I could care less about their dick and whether it stays hard, so long as their ass works and gets me off.

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!”

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.

Last Friday I went to Steamworks in Chicago Got there about 4 A guy came into my room and asked if I was open to an orgy Sure do he gave me room number It was a big room downstairs knocked on door and guy who invited me opened He asked if I prefered top Bottom or versitile I said bottom He said rules are this I had to lay on stomach get fucked by as many who wanted to It would all be bareback and I had to take a load from anyone who wanted to give it to me Orgy started around 6 lasted till 12 I got fucked by as many as 15 one notibile was a young oriental guy who pumped three loads in me He had a slim dick but can in buckets

Come to the west coast and I’ll do exactly this to you.

Love bottoms that demand bare sex. As a Top, I make it clear that it's either raw or nothing. Condom sex is absolutely trash and not worth having. While it's always fun to convince a safe sex only person to let me go bare, nothing turns me on more than a bottom who demands raw sex and loads

What do you crave most? Cock or loads deep in you? Cock, the more the merrier! love being stretched by 2 big thick cock DP my hole Do you ever feel satisfied or are the cravings insatiable? Insatiable, once I start I need to get more, more cock and more loads. How many loads does it take to turn you into an “any cock, any hole, any load” guy? I don't think its a question of how many, I just have the need to be used by as many men possible. How old were you when you first realized it was about your hole/pussy/cunt and not your cock? Was it innate and there from the beginning or did you learn it over time? 12 - first it was cucumber then toys until I got my first cock to penetrate my hole. The hottest opening line I ever heard was, “I don’t care about my cock.” Do you even think about cumming? Do you have a need to? If I cum during a fuck it is usually hands free from the intensity, otherwise I don't touch my cock (most times I am sent out by my partner with my cock locked) When you are home alone, do you play with your hole or your dick? Hole Are you afraid of how deep your cravings are and the levels you will submit to in an effort to satisfy them? Absolutely no, it feels like it is my mission to desire the men using my hole, milking them for cum and be used in anyway they want me. Do you tell your friends about your cumdump desires or are those separate and secret? Most of my close friends are those who breed me on a daily bases or at parties we host for me to be used by them and whoever they bring lol What would you choose…sucking a hot guy’s huge dick or taking a taking a heavy-set Daddy’s load up your ass? Load up the ass, anytime. Anonymous sessions or do you prefer to see who is fucking you? I love both. I been used as a hole in our parties when I am completely blindfolded and with noise cancellation earphones, not to mention the many horse fair I attended, sauna dark rooms, door open ass up at hotels and more.

I wish I was. FUCK! I want to eat and load that hole so fucking bad!

I am so stealing that phrase..... thanks for adding to my vocabulary.

18 at the BioHazardMen's Party last year in Berlin. 15 there the year before. This is pretty light weight for that party.

I've always been drawn to older men. And being in my late 40's, I'm still drawn to that 50+ daddy type top. I'm not too picky, but prefer dad bods and HWP men, a cock that can get and stay hard, and multiple cummers. And to my surprise I'm finding these daddy types can go at least 2 or 3 rounds within a short time period. I guess my cunthole (graduated from cuntpussy) is better than I thought.

biohazardmen and skinparty for me

I simply have to add that my BIGGEST "Pet Peeve" is when "SIDES" continue to use traditional penetrative roles to describe themselves. I am sorry but if you aren't interested in anal you should stop false-advertising and creating hope for all the bottoms out there that NEED to be penetrated. I almost want to kick "SIDES" off breeder island. LOL

No big deal. When I top my bottom's dick isn't super important. I know how to connect with a guy and tease and fuck his hole properly and we don't need anything else. Some guys will get hard and teasing his dick is part of the experience, but only enough for him enjoy being fucked more, not to take over from it. I'm not going to wank a guy to cumming when I'm topping him. Other guys don't get hard and I don't do much with his dick. It's cool, there's the whole guy to connect and interact with. Some guys their dick just shuts down when they're being fucked. Totally normal for him and doesn't mean anything to worry about. It's all good. I'm top and we only need my dick. On the other side, when I get fucked I don't need to cum or anything I'm just happy how good my hole feels. Even if I don't have a prostate orgasm the feeling is great. I think maybe talking about cancer is a bit too real for guys on apps? Which is dumb, but app guys like it simple and horny. I find wearing a jockstrap and keeping it on means a guy doesn't want his dick bothered, just top him. At least that's the unspoken rule here. Or lie face down and let your top ride you. Saying you want that might get you tops who aren't interested in you getting hard.

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)

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Patient 2: Dario It started out with a cough. At first, Dario thought it was a cold that just wouldn’t go away. But when it lasted through the winter and well into the spring, he began to get worried. He felt tired almost all the time. He could barely make it through a workout without feeling out of breath. He tried going to the hospital, but they dismissed his symptoms without a second glance. “It’s probably allergies,” said the nurse. “Take some Benadryl and you’ll be fine.” He didn’t tell them his real fear. The fear that he’d been carrying with him the last couple of years, ever since he’d first heard about the gay plague that was terrorizing his community. Could it be true? Could he have AIDS? He’d been careful, he tried to reassure himself. He’d been a strict condom user ever since he’d first gotten his hands on that pamphlet. He had even volunteered for Gay Men’s Health Crisis back in New York, working the hotline to chat with worried men who were afraid they might be the next ones to be infected. It was impossible. He couldn’t have the virus. And yet his health continued to decline. He began losing weight, which got him more attention at the baths but did nothing to quell his concern. He left San Francisco, moving back in with his old roommate Jeff in New York City. He could hardly recall the passion that had led him to leave the city in the first place–all he wanted now was the comfort of home. Jeff welcomed him back with open arms, but he too grew concerned as he saw Dario getting sicker and sicker. “You need to go and get tested,” he said one day. It was early spring, 1985, and the city had yet to shed the chill of winter. “They can test for it now. Better to have the answer, right?” He put his hand on Dario’s shoulder. “I can go with you if you want.” “I’m fine,” said Dario. Unfortunately, he was betrayed at that particular moment by an especially harsh fit of coughing. “That’s it." Jeff stood up and held out his hand, looking at Dario like he wouldn’t take no for an answer. “I’m taking you there right now.” As they sat in the waiting room waiting for Dario’s test results, the sight of the other patients made him feel even worse. Some of the men were almost skin and bones, with that terrible wasted look. One of them even had a purple splotch on the back of his hand. He noticed Dario looking at him and covered it with his sleeve. Dario looked away. “Dario Badalejo?” called a nurse. He stood weakly. Jeff squeezed his hand. “Come with me,” she beckoned him. The look on her face told him everything he needed to know. ____________________________________________________________________________ “I don’t understand,” said Jeff. “How could he have AIDS? He always uses a condom. That’s supposed to keep him safe. You said it would keep him safe!” The nurse shook her head. “Condoms aren’t foolproof. And if you’re the receptive partner, you’re a lot more likely to get AIDS. Especially if your partner is uncircumcised.” Dario laughed weakly. “First you’re shaming me for being a bottom, now you’re shaming me for loving uncut cock?” “I’m not-” “I’m never going to be able to have sex again, am I?” he asked. She shook her head. “It’s not a good idea. Not until they find a cure, or at least a treatment.” His stomach sank. He felt like he was going to be sick. “What’s the treatment plan?” asked Jeff. “We can treat the symptoms, but not much else,” said the nurse. “I’m sorry.” Jeff stood up. “This is bullshit.” He turned to Dario and grabbed his hand. “Come on. I’m taking you home.” Dario spent the next few days in bed, not from illness, but from grief. Despite his vigilance, despite how careful he’d been, he still got the virus. How could he have AIDS? What would happen to him? Would he die? He felt terrified and numb. Shame threatened to overwhelm him. His mother had been right after all. This was a lonely life. What of the men he’d been with over the last couple of years? Had he passed the virus onto them? All that time being careful, and for what? His sex drive had come back to haunt him in more ways than one. It was at that moment that he promised if he made it out of this, he would never have sex again. And then he got horny. It started about a week after his diagnosis. He woke up in the middle of the night sweating bullets, his cock hard as a rock. He’d been dreaming about getting fucked by a man. He couldn’t remember his face, but he could see his body crystal clear in his mind. Wasted. Veiny. Covered head-to-toe in purple lesions. It was horrifying, but somehow thrilling at the same time. Even now, his cock wouldn’t go down. He tossed and turned, trying to will himself back to sleep, but the lust was too much for him. He lay on his stomach and jerked his cock against the bed, rutting until he exploded with a loud cry. He awoke in the morning with his stomach glued to his bedsheets. His seed was hard and crusty on the sheets, full of his poison. He felt the shame overwhelm him as he remembered his dream. Why did that man turn him on? He should be repulsed, not aroused. As he washed the cum off of him in the shower, he conceded that jerking off was probably the most harmless way to deal with the lust he was feeling. At least that way he wasn’t harming anybody else. As long as he made sure to do his own laundry–he would hate to think of infecting Jeff and exposing him to this nightmare. Pretty soon, however, even jerking off began to get out of hand. He was waking up nightly in a sweat, his dreams filled with pale, wasted men and veiny cocks. But the worst were the dreams in which he was the wasted one, his brown skin pale and mottled as he preyed upon some unsuspecting young man. He couldn’t deny it, the idea of fucking another person, knowing that he had AIDS, made him hard. In fact, if he was being honest with himself, there was something about knowing he was positive and fucking someone anyway that turned him on. He had never been much of a top, always preferring to be the one getting fucked. Now there was a new desire in him, a desire to breed, to pass on what had been given to him, to give this curse to someone else. But that was all just fantasy. He wouldn’t actually have sex with someone, even with a condom. After all, condoms hadn’t protected him. He couldn’t count on them to protect anyone else. But what could he do? He couldn’t take this horniness for much longer. He had to do something to ease the tension and get the release he so desperately needed. After careful consideration, Dario decided to return to the baths. He definitely wasn’t going to have sex with anyone, but he decided that watching other people have sex would be okay. No one ever gave someone AIDS by being a voyeur, right? Of course, he couldn’t tell any of his friends there about his diagnosis, or else they wouldn’t even let him past the front door. He would have to pretend that nothing was wrong. “I’m going for a walk,” he told Jeff one evening after work. “Want me to come with you?” He shook his head. “I just need some time alone. Thanks though.” He felt bad lying to Jeff. His friend had been so good to him, staying by his side even through his diagnosis. But he needed release. He could control himself, he was sure of it. The second he stepped into the bathhouse, he was hard as a rock. He hadn’t been around a naked man in so long. It was summertime again, and the baths were filled with muscular men, daddies, and bears showing off their tanned bodies. He checked his clothes into a locker and wrapped himself in a fluffy white towel, heading to the pool to relax. A group of men lounged naked in the shallow end, their cocks floating in the water as they leaned back against the rim of the pool. One hairy older man stood in the corner, moaning as a slim younger guy sucked him with vigor. Dario sat on the edge of the deep end, away from the rest of the people. He wanted to ditch the towel and start stroking his cock, but he was self-conscious about drawing attention to himself. Better to take his time and ease into it. He lay back, closed his eyes, and listened to the sound of laughter, moaning, and grunting that floated through the air around him. Mindlessly, his hand slipped under his towel as he began to rub himself. The sensation of water dripping on his face snapped him back to attention. He opened his eyes to see an older man standing over him, the water from the pool falling down his naked body and dripping off the end of his cock. He had a thick cock with a light pink head, which sat nestled in a pair of large, hairy balls. He was looking down at Dario with a smirk on his face. “Mind if I join you?” Not waiting for an answer, he sat down next to Dario, leaning against one hand to display his naked body to him. Although the man was at least in his late 50s, he was in remarkably good shape. Dario had always had a thing for daddies, and this man was like something out of a dream. His skin was tan and mostly tight against his body, which you rarely saw on older guys. He had a bit of a pouch on his stomach, but the hair on his chest and stomach just made it look even sexier. Dario’s jaw dropped slightly as he took in every inch of the man. The guy laughed. “You know, if you take a picture, it’ll last longer.” “S-sorry.” “You new to the baths?” He shook his head. “I just… haven’t been in a while.” “Ah,” said the guy. “I feel like I’m crawling the walls if I’m away for even more than a week.” The guy put his hand on Dario’s leg, sliding it slowly underneath the towel. “You should get more comfortable. It’s all right–I won’t bite.” Dario bit his lip as the man undid the towel and let it fall away. His dick was rock hard and pointed straight up. The man laughed. “Nice cock,” he said as he wrapped his fingers around it. Dario moaned as the man slid his foreskin up and down. A little bit of precum dribbled out of the head. He gasped in surprise when the man leaned down and took the head of his dick into his mouth. “Fuck,” he whispered. The man’s tongue felt so good on his dick. He hadn’t felt a mouth on his dick in forever. It felt better than sin. He was sure he was about to burst when the man released his cock and sat up, grinning. “Yummy,” he said, savoring the taste of Dario’s precum on his tongue. “You want to come to my room? I’d love to get inside that hole.” He reached his hand under Dario’s cock, sliding his fingers along his taint and towards his hole. Dario wanted to give in, wanted to let the man fuck him, virus be damned. But he saw Jeff’s face in his mind. What would his friend think of him now? He scrambled to his feet, his heart racing. “I’m sorry. I gotta go.” He wrapped his towel around his waist and hurried back towards the front. He didn’t look back at the man, too scared about how close he’d come to breaking his vow. He’d barely been at the baths an hour before he’d almost had sex with someone! Sure, maybe they would have used a condom, but he’d agreed he wouldn’t even allow himself to do that. So much for willpower. He stayed away from the baths for the next couple of weeks, convinced that his little experiment was a colossal failure. But his horniness was only getting worse. His dreams, which before had featured faceless men with wasted bodies, were now filled with the old man from the baths. He dreamt about fucking him, about riding his cock and spraying his seed all over the man’s chest. He dreamt about cumming deep inside the man, staring in his eyes as he delivered what he knew would be a killing blow. The shame became unbearable–how could he condemn another person to what he was going through? He couldn’t do it, no matter how horny he became. Then came that fateful day a few weeks later. The summer was almost over, as July had come and gone and they were well into August. He was sitting on the couch channel surfing with Jeff when they landed on a report from the local news station. “Rising cases of AIDS and the closure late last year of San Francisco bathhouses has led local health officials to call for the New York State Public Health Council to close gay bathhouses, bars, and clubs in an effort to stop the spread of the disease,” said the reporter. “Good.” Jeff frowned. “I know it’s a blow to our community, but I just can’t fathom why some people would be so reckless. Don’t they know what they’re doing to themselves?” “We spoke with local congressman Ed Green to hear his thoughts on the epidemic and whether the city should take the step of closing down these facilities.” The man’s face that came on the screen nearly caused Dario’s brain to short-circuit. “I don’t give a lick whether they close these facilities or not,” said the man. “Go ahead and keep them open. These degenerates brought all this nonsense on themselves. As far as I’m concerned, the less of them the better.” “What a fucking asshole!” Jeff grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. He threw it against the couch. “I can’t believe people like him even exist.” Dario could. After all, he’d almost fucked him at the bathhouse just a few weeks ago. He’d been wearing a suit on TV, but Dario would recognize that face anywhere. “You know what?” Jeff asked. He turned towards him, his voice raising with anger. “It’s people like him that deserve this virus. Not us. I hope you get AIDS, Ed Green.” Dario blinked in surprise. “I’ve never known you to be so vindictive.” “Am I wrong? The guy’s reprehensible!” Then something clicked in his head. It was too horrible to even consider–or was it? “What if he did?” he asked. “What if he did get AIDS?” “Good.” Jeff scoffed. “He can rot for all I care.” The image of Ed’s naked body growing thin and wasted popped into Dario’s brain. He was getting hard again, aroused at the idea of spreading the virus to someone who truly deserved it. Jeff was right–if anybody deserved AIDS, it was this guy. Maybe Dario wasn’t a victim of fate. Maybe he was an agent of it. He went back to the bathhouse every night that week, keeping his eyes peeled for Congressman Ed Green. He no longer had any fear of giving in to temptation and fucking someone else. Now that he had a target, he was a man on a mission. It was easy to avoid the flirty gazes and wandering hands of the patrons at the baths. He was saving his load for someone special. It was late one Saturday night when he finally saw him. He walked into the pool room a little after midnight, a towel wrapped around his waist. Even through the towel, you could see the outline of his dick. God, what Dario wouldn’t give to feel it in his ass. But he wasn’t here to bottom. The only way to be sure of spreading the virus was to cum inside the man. Dario watched as the congressman slipped off his towel and waded into the water. He slipped in behind him, his heart racing as he slowly approached his prey. Ed turned and saw Dario, then smiled. “Well, hello again.” Even with what he knew about the man, his deep, sexy voice still made Dario weak in the knees. “Fancy seeing you here.” “Haven’t seen you in a while,” said Ed. “Figured I scared you off last time.” Dario shook his head. “I wasn’t scared of you.” Ed raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” Dario slid his hand under the water and squeezed Ed’s cock. “I was scared of this.” Ed moaned. He put his hand on Dario’s ass, pulling him in closer. “I’ve never had one so big,” Dario continued. “I guess I just got scared.” “You don’t need to be scared, baby.” Ed grabbed the back of Dario’s head and pulled him in gently. “I told you–I don’t bite.” He kissed Dario, his tongue working its way into Dario’s mouth and opening him up. Dario continued stroking his cock, feeling it grow into full hardness under the water. The older man’s hands were squeezing his ass, then lifting him until his legs were wrapped around the man’s waist. Ed pinned him against the edge of the pool, kissing him deeply as he rubbed his cock up against his hole. “I want you,” Ed whispered in his ear. “Let me fuck you.” “Only if you let me return the favor.” Ed pulled back, a frown on his face. “I don’t get fucked.” Dario kissed his neck. “You don’t know what you’re missing. Trust me, the best tops are guys who like to bottom. I’ll take it slow, I promise.” Ed let go of him. “Forget it.” Dario felt the panic rising in his chest as the older man started to move away. He had to give him the virus, one way or another. He grabbed Ed’s hand. “Okay. Okay, fair enough. Just thought I’d try to get a shot at that beautiful ass.” Ed smirked. “Can’t blame you for trying.” He pulled Dario toward the edge of the water. “Come on. I have a room here.” He led Dario past the other patrons talking and fondling each other in the hallway and took him towards a room in the back. It was bare and cramped, with nothing but a rectangular mirror glued behind a cot. Ed sat down on the cot with his back against the wall and spread his legs, letting his half-hard cock flop down and hang in front of those delicious-looking balls. Dario dropped to his knees. He stuck his nose in the sweaty crevice between the man’s sack and his leg. Fuck, he loved the smell of man musk and chlorine. He took one of the hairy balls in his mouth and started sucking on it. “Fuck,” Ed moaned. He put his hands behind his head, relaxing as Dario slid his cock into his mouth. Dario was feeling cock-drunk as he worshipped the man’s shaft. It had been so long since he’d been able to enjoy another man’s body, and he wanted to savor every minute of it. He knew he should be figuring out a way to get the old man to bottom for him, but he was too caught up in fellating him. How could he have ever thought he could go the rest of his life without having sex with a man again? This was fucking heaven. It was more than just sex–it was why he was alive. As long or as short as he lived, he wanted to feel this again and again as much as he possibly could. “Turn around and let me see that hole,” said Ed. Dario pulled the man’s cock out of his mouth and stood. He used his hands to brace himself against the floor as he put his legs on either side of Ed. The older man’s hands grabbed him by the hips and pulled him closer to his face. He heard the sound of spitting, then felt the wonderful feeling of Ed’s tongue lapping him up. His cock was leaking precum now, he was so turned on by getting eaten out. He had always loved getting his ass eaten, but it seemed to feel even better now than it ever had before. Was that because it had been so long, or did it have something to do with the virus? It seemed to have made him hornier. Maybe it made sex feel better too. Ed’s tongue worked its way deep inside him, lubing him up and preparing his hole for the taking. His arms were shaking as he felt the man’s tongue probing him, opening him up to be fucked again for the first time in ages. “Fuck, I love eating your pussy,” said Ed. “I hear it feels even better on your cock,” he replied. Ed spanked him on the cheek. “Get up and bend over the bed. I want to take you from behind.” Dario got back on his feet, propping himself up against the cot as he waited to be entered. He practically wept when he felt Ed’s cock rubbing up against his hole. He wanted this so badly. “Shh…” Ed whispered in his ear. “You can take it.” Ed was pushing into him now. His cock felt wet, so he must have put some lube on it, but it was still painful as it worked its way into his guts. Dario hadn’t bottomed in so long, he knew his first time back wouldn’t be easy. But the pain paled in comparison to his lust. Ed buried his cock deep inside of Dario, his wiry grey pubes scratching Dario’s ass. “God I love your wet cunt.” He pulled out a bit and rammed it back in, making Dario cry out. He started fucking him faster, his cock battering Dario’s prostate again and again. Dario just laid his cheek against the cot and allowed the old man to use his hole. As the man fucked him again and again, Dario felt a sense of bliss overtake him. This felt right, being here. As much as he’d tried to deny it, when he was a teenager and again when he found out he had the virus, he knew that this was who he was meant to be. He was meant to be used by men, to take cock by whoever would give it to him. Even his time spent using condoms had been foolish–he was simply prolonging the inevitable. Better to give into his base desires and be who he truly was than to settle for some kind of half-life of mediocre sex. “Fuck, you faggots are so easy.” Ed laughed. “You’ll spread your legs for any guy with a pulse and a cock, won’t you? Oh fuck… I’m gonna cum… Ugh, take it. Fucking take it!” He grunted, then slammed his cock all the way in as he began to fill Dario with cum. Dario counted the pulses that filled him: one, two, three, four, five. As much as he hated the man who had bred him, he couldn’t deny everything the man said. He was a faggot who loved cock. But so was the old man. “Whew.” Ed pulled out of Dario and lay back against the cot. He wiped the sweat off of his brow. “You are one good lay.” Dario lay beside him, running his fingers through the man’s chest hair. “So are you.” He leaned down and took one of Ed’s nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting it as he grabbed the man’s wet cock. Ed laughed. “I’m a bit too spent to go again that fast. Maybe another time.” Dario lifted his head. “I know a trick that’ll make you rock hard again. Wanna try it?” Ed raised an eyebrow. “Rock hard, huh?” Dario crouched at the bottom of the cot and put his hands on Ed’s thighs. “Just relax. I’ll do all the work.” Ed rolled his eyes. “If your trick is a blowjob, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” But Dario ignored his cock. Instead, he grabbed Ed’s legs and hoisted them in the air. Before Ed knew what hit him, Dario’s tongue was buried deep in his asshole. “Oh fuck… Jesus, kid.” Dario made love to the man’s asshole, wiggling his tongue around and rubbing his nose against the man’s taint. He pushed his tongue as far as it could go, prying open his sphincter and tasting the sweet flesh within. By the sound of Ed’s moans, he wasn’t used to someone eating him out. He ran his hands through Dario’s hair as he ate him out. He pulled his face off of Ed’s hole for a second to stick one of his fingers in his mouth, then rubbed it up against the outside of the old man’s asshole. “Wait a minute, I don’t-” Ed’s words turned into cries of pleasure as Dario jammed his finger straight into the old man’s ass. He felt around until he found that precious little spot deep inside the asshole, then hammered it with his finger for all he was worth. “What are you- oh god… oh GOD!” Ed’s arms and legs went limp as Dario worked the man’s prostate. Dario smiled to himself as he watched the man get so bent out of shape over being fingered. Why some people denied themselves the pleasure of prostate play was beyond him. Keeping his finger buried in Ed’s asshole, he slid up the cot until his face was next to Ed’s. “Does that feel good?” he whispered. “Yes,” Ed said breathlessly. “I can make you feel better.” “How?” Dario kissed him, and for the first time, he was the aggressor. He climbed on top of Ed, grabbed his cock, and placed it against the old man’s hole. “Let me show you.” Then, without waiting for Ed’s response, he plunged his cock as deep inside the man’s hole as it would go. “Holy fuck! Jesus Christ… pull it out!” Ed shouted. “Shh…” Dario whispered in his ear. “You can take it.” He stayed still, giving the old man a few seconds to adjust. Despite the pain of the intrusion, Ed hadn’t gone limp at all–in fact, he was as hard as ever. Dario looked in his eyes and, when he didn’t see any sign of protest, began slowly fucking him. “Oh Jesus… that feels so good,” said Ed. “I told you, bottoms make the best tops,” said Dario. “We know what feels good. And we know how to find just the right spot.” He pulled his cock out a couple of inches, rubbing it up against the spot where he knew Ed’s prostate would be. “Holy shit. Ugh… fuck, don’t stop,” said Ed. “Just… just pull out before you cum in me. Okay? I don’t want to get sick.” Dario nodded, although he knew he would do no such thing. Not when he was so close to his prize. He fucked Ed slowly, careful to make it all about the older man’s pleasure. He knew that the best way to give him the virus was to make him want it. Now that he was inside, he was going to make this such a memorable experience that Ed would beg to be fucked again and again. Until it was sure to take. The tightness of Ed’s virgin hole was enough to bring Dario to the edge within minutes. He would have to be quiet about his orgasm if he wanted to accomplish his mission. He kept his breathing steady as he felt the pressure riding in his balls. Ed’s eyes were closed, his face sweaty as he grappled with how good it felt to let a man fuck you. For a moment, Dario felt guilty about what he was about to do. But then he remembered the way Ed had sneered when confronted with the virus. These degenerates brought all this nonsense on themselves. As far as I’m concerned, the less of them the better. You brought it on yourself, Ed. Dario kissed him to cover up the fact that he was cumming inside his hole. He grabbed his hands, pinning them against the cot as he rutted inside the man’s hole. The pressure of months of chastity released itself through his balls, entering the man’s rectum and infecting him the way that he himself had been infected. He didn’t slow his thrusting for a second, continuing to fuck even as his cumming began to slow and his orgasm faded. “You’re gonna pull out before you cum, right?” said Ed. “Of course.” Dario kissed the old man again, wrestling with the man’s tongue as he worked his seed deeper into his rectum. Now that he had cum, he started fucking Ed slow and sensual. Pinching his nipples, kissing his neck, stroking the head of his cock as he fucked him. He had Ed wrapped around his finger, making him moan and whimper with every touch. “I’m getting close,” said Ed. “Me too.” Dario stopped in mid-thrust. “Do you want me to pull out?” “No!” Ed said, his eyes growing wide. He was stroking himself wildly, desperate for a second cum. “Don’t stop fucking me.” Dario resumed pumping in and out of him, but he felt the familiar tension rising in his balls. “Ugh… fuck, I’m gonna cum if I keep going,” he teased. “I think I should pull out.” “No!” Ed wrapped his legs around Dario’s ass, trapping him inside him. “Just… a little… longer.” “Oh fuck… here I come!” said Dario. He felt a second orgasm flooding through him, his balls pumping a second load into Ed’s hole. Ed’s cock was shooting as well, dousing their stomachs in his seed. Dario collapsed on top of the old man, their chests sliding against each other as his cock dribbled the last of his seed into Ed’s no-longer-virgin hole. “Oh God… what did I just do?” Ed’s eyes were wide. “I don’t bottom, I don’t… you’re clean, right? Please tell me you’re clean.” Dario smiled. He ran his fingers through Ed’s hair, then kissed him gently on the lips. “It’s all good, baby. You have nothing to worry about.” “Oh thank God.” Ed sighed. “Fuck, that did feel good though,” he said with a grin. Dario pulled his cock out of the old man and sat back on his knees. “I’m down for a rematch anytime you are.” Ed sat up and kissed him. “I’ll give you my number. I’ve got a few friends who might be interested in joining in if you like that sort of thing. They’re discreet like me, but I can trust you, right?” Dario smiled. If Ed’s friends were anything like him, then he wouldn’t have to work too hard to find his next victim. “My lips are sealed.” —---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dario walked through the door of his apartment practically buzzing. Jeff sat on the couch watching TV. He smiled when he caught sight of Dario. “Hey man. What’s up with you? You feeling okay?” Dario plopped down on the couch next to him. “I feel amazing. Better than ever, actually.” “That’s great!” Jeff squeezed his hand. “I know you took it pretty hard, the diagnosis and all. Not being able to have sex. But there really is so much else to life.” Dario smiled. “You’re right. I have a lot to live for.” It was true. Stealthing that asshole at the baths had done more than lift his spirits–it had given him a new purpose. He was no longer a victim. He was taking control of his destiny. This virus hadn’t been a curse at all. It had shown him who he was, who he was truly meant to be. He didn’t know how long he had left to live. But whether it was a month, a year, or a decade, he knew one thing: he would take as many assholes with him as he could in the time he had left.

This one's a bit more capital R... “No, my boyfrie–" Prey I was freaking out because we just arrived at the bar and I already lost my wallet. My boyfriend went in without me and I’m outside panicking looking for it. I was excited to wear my Spiderman costume to the bar, my butt looked amazing in it. The lack of pockets was my downfall though, especially where I had already had a few drinks. A seemingly nice man dressed as a roman soldier came to me and offered to help search. I was in such a panic I barely looked at him, I didn’t notice right away how much of a stud he was. He suggested I retrace my steps back home, and I agreed it was a good idea. While walking home looking, he walked behind me, I started to wonder if he was looking for my wallet, or just looking at my ass. I don’t normally show off, but after putting on a lycra costume I felt more bold, so I made a point to stick my butt out while I walked and teased him. I’m sure my boyfriend wouldn’t mind if I’m just teasing. We made it all the way back to our apartment complex and still no wallet in sight. The panic started setting back in and the man put his hand on my shoulder and reassured me, it’s probably inside. This is when I noticed him. His arms were huge, his pecs were like pillows, and face rugged and handsome. I got butterflies in my stomach and suddenly became shy. When he suggested we go inside to look for it there, I didn’t even think about why he was inviting himself into my apartment. I just wanted to not seem dumb in front of such a hot guy. I opened the door and he came inside without asking, before I could even say anything. “Where’s your bathroom?” I told him where to find the washroom as I checked the likely spots for my wallet. I was surprised when he came back from the washroom with my wallet. How did it end up there? I thanked him and he put his big arm around my shoulder and pulled me in close to say. “I think I know how you can pay me back for helping you” “What!? No, I have a boyfriend.” “Relax kid that’s not what I meant, I just thought you could offer me a drink is all.” “Of course” I said blushing, the vodka was out on the counter so I mixed him and myself a vodka cranberry. He took his drink but didn’t drink it. He started walking around the apartment. “This is a pretty crappy place, do you share this little apartment with your roommate?” “My Boyfriend, and yes he lives here too.” “You’re bed is so small, I guess your buddy must be a pretty small” “What? Yeah we’re both… omg” The man sat on my bed and spread his legs, I could see his huge cock hanging there and my mind went blank. A devious smile crossed his face as I stared. “Go on touch it, you deserve to feel a real cock.” “I.. I.. I don’t know…” but he reached over and grabbed my wrist and pulled it onto his shaft. I couldn’t think my palm closed around it by reflex. I could barely get my hand around it and it was growing in my hand, I could feel the blood pumping into it. I’ve never felt a dick this big, why was it slick? “My boyfriend” “He’s not here, it’s okay to be a bit bad, plus you’re not actually doing anything, just holding it.” He gave a thrust into my hand and a bit of precum dripped out and rubbed onto my wrist. My wrist, his cock was as fat as my wrist. “Keep that up though and I’m going to have to thank you.” He thrust again his dick was fully hard by this point and a big glob of pre smeared on my palm. He grabbed my wrist and pulled it away from his dick, stood up and pushed my palm into my face. It smelled so strong. I don’t know why but I opened my mouth and tasted it. I’ve never tasted cum before, I thought it was gross. He reached behind me and pulled down the zipper on my costume. “my boyfriend” “Relax, I just want to see your twink back” He turned me around and ran his hands down my shoulders and arms, peeling down my costume as he went. He kept my wrists in the sleeves, restricting my movement and raised his hands back up tracing his hands along the sides of my back, grabbed me by my armpits and raised me a foot off the ground. The feeling of being lifted like this was scary and comforting. I felt I was losing control of the situation, but I also felt a thrill. I felt special that such a strong man was interested in me. “You’re so light, I could have a lot of fun with you.” “Can you put me down please?” I sounded a bit uncertain, because I did like the feeling of being lifted by this man. “I can, do whatever I want with you, that’s the point” That made me nervous, “Please put me down now” “I will if you say “Please Sir”” “Please Sir, Put my me down. My boyfri…” Before I could finish he had me flipped and pinned to the bed. He grabbed both my wrists and pinned them behind my back with one hand and used the other to rip my costume down and expose my bare ass. “I don’t want to hear about your wimpy boyfriend anymore.” I felt him press his hard cock into my buttcrack “you’re mine right now” “Please Sir, I don’t want this to go further, we’ve been saving ourselves.” “You’ve been saving yourself for me, you just didn’t know it until now.” he pulled his hips back and I thought for a moment he was going to let me go but I quickly realised he was lining up to push into my virgin hole. “You’re not even wearing a condom!” “That’s right I’m going feel your virgin cherry pop.” He pushed in, just the tip, but it hurt so much. "Lucky for you my dick is still lubed from the last guy." The last guy!? How many men has he been inside tonight? He pushed in further, sinking deep into my backside. I’m not a virgin anymore, I can’t give it to my boyfriend like we planned. I started to cry. “Don’t cry baby, this is what you’re for, and you’re so good at it.” by now he was thrusting into me, the pain had subsided, the whole experience was so confusing, because it started to feel good, like it did when he was lifting me. I felt humiliated, but also protected, and the feeling in my ass when he pumped in was like heaven. “You like that don’t you slut, I’m going cum inside your tight slutty hole.” “No, my boyfrie–” He thrust so fast and hard using his whole cock and started pounding me, the pain was back, but I also felt the pleasure” “I TOLD YOU DUMB SLUT I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THAT STUPID WIMP. Your boyfriend didn’t help you find your wallet and he’s not going to help you now, he’s just going to stand in the door and watch and touch his little prick while I flood you.” He was pounding me so hard now I couldn’t respond, I could barely see straight, did he say my boyfriend was watching? The hard pounding seemed to go on forever but I think it was just a few minutes. Felt myself cumming against the mattress, and I had started crying again, I could hear someone grunt across the room. Then I felt the man thrust deep in me and hold it there, his huge cock throbbed and throbbed. He was cumming so much inside me. I turned my head and saw my boyfriend trying to avoid eye contact with me, his hand on his spent little limp prick. The man, what’s his name? Stood up, grabbed his drink from the bedside table, chugged it and left, pushing my wimpy roommate aside as he left.

Part Two “I don’t feel like doing all the work so I’m gonna let you beg for the mere opportunity to serve me.” I gaped at him briefly, then sheepishly, almost embarrassed, I slid off the couch and crawled across the filthy floor to his feet. I bowed my head low between his spread legs, eyes cast down but spine straight with core engaged, hoping he would interpret this body language as submissive yet proud. “Please sir. Please allow me to worship you however it pleases you. Please. I beg you for the opportunity to be used as your personal slave, servant, holes, whatever, however…just please allow me to…please, sir, please use this pathetic faggot in any way you like, you are the reason I exist, sir.” He sat there for a moment, absorbing my desperate declaration of servitude. I couldn’t see his face but out of my peripheral I could tell his cock definitely twitched a few times. He laughs, a deep belly laugh that slowly makes its way up to a smug chuckle. “Well fuck me running. I just got myself my very own faggot. Kinda feels like winning the lottery except .... He chuckles again to himself as he leans forward so his mass is towering over me, my head still bowed low between his legs at his feet, marveling at the amount of shards in his carpet...because...meth. He sparks his torch and takes a long luxurious rip off his bong, my kunt twitches. He exhales a massive cloud that seems to envelop me completely. I close my eyes. SMACK “Pay attention faggot, always. You live to serve men right? Well you live to serve me now and my servants are always on point, if you’re good enough I may even really get you on point. But first things first. Let’s see how well you do with this.” He leans back in his massive club chair, more masculine than ever before, slouches and spreads his legs so his fucking gym shorts ride up freeing a beautiful 6” half-mast cut cock and two huge, shaved, low hanging balls from the leg of the shorts. The world around me, and my place in it cease to exist; only this man and his manhood remain. I rapidly experience the perfect Pavlovian response: eyes dilate, mouth salivates, adrenaline pumps, attention focuses laser-like on his crotch and before I can even realize it’s going to happen, I whimper.... A pathetic, hungry little bitch kind of whimper that I’m betting he’s never heard any woman make when he whips it out. Quietly, almost under his breath, “Fuck. Yes. Faggot...this is,” he says, pulling the crotch of his shorts more to the side, showcasing his swelling cock and balls with his big knuckled hands, “your destiny. I need you to...no, you WILL worship me because that’s what you do. Prove yourself, cock sucker and take both my cock and balls down your throat without crushing my balls or cheese grating my cock. I don’t care if you can breath or not, prove your skill and worthiness.” I whimper again and move up towards his cock, opening my mouth almost drooling on his chair. “Hold up,” his massive palm squarely grips my entire face, “smoke this first.” He hands the freshly packed bong down me and I sit up on my haunches. Surprisingly, he puts the bong to my mouth and lights it for me. “Suck this bong like your gonna suck the last dick of your life.” I inhale slowly and deeply. He keeps the heat on the bowl and I don’t want to be rude and let his shit burn so I keep sucking, faster now until my lungs are maxed and burning….my head spins, heart pounds, my cock strains out copious precum. He hands me the bong as I finish my rip and as I start to exhale, before I can even flinch, he jams four of his fingers into my mouth, two from the left on bottom and two from the right on top. I look up at him confused until I feel him applying pressure. “I bet I won’t have to stretch your face as much I do with my other bitches but I always warm up the kunt I’m about to fuck, get it nice and wide and wet so it can take all of me without trouble.” Then, not gently, he pulls my jaws in opposite directions, stretching my mouth open past its natural limit. He uses his remaining fingers to massage my tongue and tease my throat making me salivate even more. He spits directly down my throat. My eyes water. After a few delicious minutes of this, he pulls his fingers out of my panting gape, wipes them in my hair, takes the bong back and growls one simple command, “Worship.” #wip I’m as crazed, pathetic, high, lost, found, and dickmatized as I’ve ever been (and I know it) so I relish the moment as long as I am able. Leaning down, putting my face into his beautiful cock and massive balls, I inhale deeply. It’s better than poppers. Another whimper. Then I lick the underside of his balls, first one, than the other, teasing his flesh as I work around to the front. He moans out a guttural “fuuuuck.” Encouraged, I greedily suck his entire sack into my mouth trying to swallow them whole. My tongue works the base of his cock and his taint while I suck all the sweat/man smell I can get, lewdly slobbering everywhere, being who and what I am. In a natural pause, “take another rip faggot,” putting the freshly loaded bong to my mouth. Another brutally long and deep inhale. Finally he pulls the bong away and puts his massive hand over my mouth and nose, sets the bong down with his other hand and then grabs the back of my head and pulls me down to his cock, now fully 8.5” hard. “I don’t want to see any smoke until my pubes are up your nose.” Again, I involuntarily whimper. The huge rush has my esophagus opened wide ready to gulp oxygen and feed my amped up system. He has other plans. Hands on the back of my head he guides my mouth on to his cock. In one fail swoop I slurp his delicious veiny-smooth dick of death right down my throat, blasting what smoke was left in my lungs out of my nose into his pubes as ordered. My reward was him groaning and grabbing the back of my head with both hands, I inhale as much as I can preparing for whats coming. Throat relaxed, his hands grip tighter as he starts to fuck my face kunt like a teenager in heat. “Ho. Ly. Fuck” he said between thrusts. “I guess I’ve never had the pleasure of a real cock sucker before. And you’re not even fighting back! Fuck!” I seize the moment to maneuver one, then both balls into my mouth with my tongue. I was in heaven, face kunt completely full, owned by a fat cock and balls, molding my mouth kunt to his liking. “Fuck you faggot!” He groans and just looses his shit pounding his new kunt. Knowing one wrong move could cause either of us unpleasant injury, I do my best to relax and breath when I can. The pounding continues and I lose track of time, sort of how one does on a long train ride, hypnotized by the rhythm of the tracks. Except this was an extremely cloudy and aggressive ride, precisely the kind of ride I was born for. My neck is aching, I am sweating, and my jaw is getting sore. But these are all normal for a passionate cock sucker and trivial compared to the multiple “fag-gasms” my face kunt experiences thanks to his glorious cock. I can feel him getting harder, straining against the curve of my throat. Still in his two handed strong hold, he yanks my head backwards, mid fuck. I am immediately crestfallen and fearful I’ve hurt him some how. He laughs when he sees this written all over my slimy red face. “Don’t worry faggot, you’ll get a whole lot more of this cock, you didn’t have anywhere to be right?” Not that he was really asking me but I reaffirm my submission by panting a response. “Faggot is exactly where it needs to be, sir.” ## Part 2 He hands me his bong and a sack of rocks, “Pack that bowl and don’t stop sucking clouds till I say so.” As I numbly fumble with the obscenely full baggie, he gets up and dead bolts the front door. He turns around as I spark the bowl and his shorts fall to the ground. My eyes inhale his full glory as my lungs fill with smoke. He‘s one of those who look better naked: bigger, proportionate, powerful, manly. Somewhere in my brain I know this perception is altered because I’m on my knees and high as fuck, the faggot vying for full control, pathetically shivering with a need to serve, to be used unyieldingly. I’ve consciously surrendered my will and body to him, I'm hoping the drugs will hasten my subconscious in the same direction. The faggot cuts off my analytical thinking and I'm praying like a whore in church that he extracts every twisted ounce of pleasure his superior man psyche desires. My cock is twitching with the pangs of my faggoty needs... and I crack. Though I know I shouldn't speak the words come tumbling out. "Please sir, please.... fffucking faggot...chemed up whore kunt....begs you, begging-need to be used-to serve-just please, fuck, fucking, fuck use your faggots holes...anything I’ll do anything-for you-hard....without restraint...(I’m now in a full grovel at his feet, arms stretching forward toward him, knees spread wide with my back arching my kunt up, jerking with hunger).., I'll take-eat-suck anything you allow me to have, please, fuck, fucking break your filthy faggot....*whimper* make me yours I beg..." SMACK "SHUT THE FUCK UP. I DONT NEED TO HEAR YOUR VOICE EVER AGAIN UNLESS I ASK FOR IT! You got that, faggot?" I shoot precum when he says this. I look up into his eyes with a mixture of premature devotion, submission, and pleading then bend all the way down and kiss his feet. "Damn fucking straight. You really are a pathetic excuse for a man, fuck you AREN'T a man. You're just a tool in a man's body for Men to use....oh shit. Now I see...understand what you are and where you fit...” he laughs to himself, shrugs and with a sadistic smile continues, “...and I give zero fucks about you, what you want, or that you're even a human. Fuck, you're less than human. You're just faggot. Holes." A thought flashes across his face and I swear his cock jumps. "Fuck, why not, might as well make it real clear." He gets up and disappears into the kitchen for a minute. I dare not move, still face down ass up on the floor, whimpering. Then his feet suddenly in front of me, "Look at me, faggot." As ordered I look up and he grabs my face with his massive fucking hands pulling it just so. "I always like to label what's mine,” he says, leaning in gesturing with the fat marker he grabbed from the kitchen around my face. I respond by involuntarily oozing more precum onto his carpet. He flips the cap off with his thumb and makes the first strokes. “Especially around tweakers, that way if they fuck with my shit there’s no excuses.” With that he uses the industrial strength marker and writes across my face, from ear to ear, in big, thick, heavy letters, F A G. Smirking, he spits in my faces back hands me, yells for me to turn around and present him my checks which I enthusiastically do and he writes some more across my two cheeks. Whatever marker he is using is serious shit because the smell is worse than any popper I've had and my skin is burning. It hurts so good. He finishes marking his property and then two commands, "Bong. Cock." My eyes snap to his massive glass dick, and then his massive cock as I hand the bong up to him and gulp all of my reason for living down my throat in one go. He moans in to the bong as he melts the freshly added crystals and sucks a long and slow milky rip, expertly nursing the bong. "Look at me fag, suck in through you nose." Even with his cock buried 8" down my throat I can still breath around it when I relax. He exhales a mesmerizing, undulating cloud down his fuzzy chest, ripped abs, treasure trail, right into my face. I see my future in that cloud. As it slowly oozes towards me I feel the last vestiges of resistance start to fade. I no longer see myself as a semi-professional man functioning in society….I see a faggot, born to worship and be of service to men, at the mercy of their whims, only fulfilled when owned and being used for their pleasure. I deeply breath in his cloud, it gives me life and renewed purpose. Submitting, surrendering, relaxing, the remaining inch of so of his cock slides in my throat and I bury my nose in his fragrant pubes. I have one loud resonating thought….”home.” His cock pulses to a new level of hardness, my relaxed face kunt gladly bending to its will. He must see or sense my surrender. He leans down, blowing another massive fucking cloud into my face. “Are you my faggot, faggot?” he asks genuinely. I look up, sheer pathetic pleading and gratitude smeared all over my face and nod and whimper. He sneers, flexes his cock, and sparks the torch for another rip. “That was whole lot easier than I thought it was going to be.” This comment barely registers in my brain as his freshcloud, his will envelopes me more thoroughly than before. Then, surprisingly, he grabs my head pulling his cock a few inches out and pushes a bottle of poppers hard against my nostril while expertly closing the other. The thought registers for a micro second that this is not the first time he’s done this...and the next millisecond I’m instinctively, purposefully huffing the bottle numerous times. “Damn! I guess you like these then, huh faggot? They’re like a faggot superfood....now show me how just how desperate you are to be my property and suck that cock like it owns you...” The poppers are good. “Oh shit, really good!” I think. My world is buzzing and spinning almost too intensely for a moment and I sit back on my haunches and take a few, crazy eyed lungfuls of air. He must understand what is going on because he doesn’t reprimand me for taking his cock out of my mouth. Rolling his eyes, he hands me the bong already filled with smoke. I hungrily suck it down while melting another fat rip, filling my lungs to their max and holding it. I hand him back the bong, grab the poppers and take two quick whiffs, my eyes focused intensely on his fat, veined up, swollen headed, dripping 8.5”. In one fluid motion as the popper rush comes on, I lean in and lewdly slurp his cock down my open and eager throat, briefly glancing up at him for his approval. He flashes that sneer I’ve already started to crave. Dismissively, his eyes close and head falls back, his hands firmly grip his new face kunt as I suck his balls into my mouth, my nose bottoming out in his pubes. He starts to fuck. I cease to exist as I know myself. My awareness of the world around me fades and I am no longer an autonomous individual...the cock filling my throat, stretching, digging out it’s new property is my everything. A deep visceral sigh/moan washes over me as I completely surrender to the drugs, the faggot, his cock, him...him and his needs are my entire universe...his penultimate hole for use, unyielding.

Part 9: Interlude - The Flu Scott Scott wasn’t sure why he was standing outside Viktor’s door even as he reached out and knocked. I’m just worried, he told himself. Viktor had barely been around since Halloween. And not just from their group… Scott hadn’t even seen the model around the bars. Scott found himself worrying about the other man. For days he had felt he should come by to check on him. And those feelings had finally won out. The door opened. The Romanian was wearing an old t-shirt and gym shorts. Scott’s eyes roamed the other man’s body. A strange shiver ran up and down his spine. It was like he was seeing Viktor for the very first time. “Scott? I am surprised to see you here.” The sound of Viktor’s accent was strangely comforting. “Just haven’t heard from you in awhile so wanted to make sure you are ok.” “Yes. I think I have the flu.” Viktor did look pale and Scott felt a twinge of concern. “Can I come in?” “If you like.” Viktor said hesitantly. Stepping back to let Scott enter. Scott wasn’t sure why he had wanted to come inside. The words had slipped out of his mouth without thinking. Viktor: Viktor sat on the sofa and gestured for Scott to sit in the chair. He was genuinely surprised to see the other man here. Including Halloween night, Scott had only been in his apartment a handful of times. Yes, Halloween night and the so-call seance. That is what had set this whole sequence of events in motion. Viktor was sick but he knew he didn’t have the flu. He was seroconverting. He had been expecting this for weeks. He had gone online and read about the disease. He had been sleeping with men for years but like many gay men didn’t really know much about it beyond the headlines. He had learned that not everyone who seroconverts gets the fuck flu…. but Viktor had somehow known he would. So, consciously or otherwise, he had withdrawn from Michael and his circle of friends. Never far though. Watching them from the outside. Waiting for Zburător - Sebastian he corrected himself - to make his move. He hadn’t seen the creature since Halloween. But he had watched as something happened to Michael. He had only seen him a few times since that night but every time he had, Michael looked more tired. Just a little less perfect. A bit less overwhelming. Older. “Earth to Viktor… “ Viktor shook himself out of his thoughts. Scott had moved to the couch to sit next to him. “Sorry, Scott. My mind was elsewhere.” “I was just noticing that you framed the picture that Tommy took on Halloween.” “Yes. It reminds me of that night.” Scott put his hand on Viktor’s knee. Just a comforting touch. But didn’t take his hand away. So, the model thought to himself, Michael and I aren’t the only ones who have changed. Scott: Scott wasn’t sure why his hand was on Viktor’s knee. But it felt… right… somehow. And he didn’t want to move it. He gave the other man a smile and was pleased to see him smile back. Those thick full lips. Those sultry brown eyes. The small pattern of moles on his cheek. God! The Romanian was beautiful. He was sure he had never seen a beautiful man. Scott had always thought so…. hadn’t he? Scott felt himself lean in, his lips longing to connect with Viktor’s. But he stopped. What would Viktor think if Scott did kiss him? Would the model let him? Let’s be honest, he told himself. I’ve been a complete prick. And Viktor certainly didn’t deserve the way he had been treated. Scott felt ashamed. He put his hand on the other man’s forehead. “You have a fever… you're burning up. Have you taken anything?” “Not yet, no.” “Let me check and see if you have anything in your medicine cabinet.” Viktor: The Romanian’s eyes followed Scott as he left the room. He had been so focused on Michael that he had almost forgotten that his bargain had included Scott as well. ‘Take his hatred and replace it with lust. Give him to me. To satisfy my desires.’ He had said, or near enough, and it looked like ‘Sebastian’ had been true to his word. But Viktor had not imagined he would start to feel for Scott as well. Surely this was something the demon had done. He remembered every rudeness he had endured from Scott. It was painful. He wanted to hurt Scott back. But things had changed since Halloween. He had gotten so much more than he bargained for. He would have to think this through carefully. Scott came back into the room with a glass of water, a couple pills, and a damp cloth. After Viktor swallowed the pills, he allowed the other man to guide him to stretching out on the sofa and put the damp cloth his forehead. “You’re almost out of the cold & flu pills. I have to go now but is it ok if I drop by again tomorrow? I’ll bring you some more then.” “If you like.” “Cool. I’ll see you tomorrow. You have my number… please call me if you need anything.” Viktor moved to stand and walk Scott to the door but the other man insisted he stay on the sofa. So Viktor just watched as him leave. Scott gave him one last smile and closed the door behind him. “Well.” A voice said. “Isn’t that sweet.” Viktor jumped up, the damp cloth falling to the floor. Zburător stood just a few feet away. “Sebastian.” The creature said as if it read Viktor’s mind. “You really must learn to call me Sebastian.” Viktor sat back down on the couch, saying nothing but his eyes watching the intruder warily. He was sure the demon looked… younger. More vibrant. “So, my little friend, how are you feeling?” “You know how i’m feeling. My body shifts between fever and chills. I ache. I am nauseated. You brought this on me.” Sebastian laughed. “No, pretty one. You brought this on yourself. This was your choice, you made the bargain of your own free will.” The creature moved closer. “I have been keeping my side of the bargain. You asked me to take away the dominance of Michael Christian. And that is well underway. He will be broken soon. It is nearly done.” Sebastian tilted to his head in the direction of the door that Scott had left out of moments earlier. ““And as for that jealous fool… well, you can see the progress there. Do you agree that I am keeping my word?” Viktor nodded. “Yes. And you have done something to me... made me love him back. Why?" "Because it amuses me. Our bargain did not preclude such a development. And speaking of our bargain, it is time for your second payment." “What do you want of me? You have already given me this disease." “You flatter me. I just helped. Made sure the virus took hold. And now you will pass it on.” “Pass it on?” “Yes. When your new admirer comes back tomorrow, you will seduce him. It won’t take much as you can tell. You will breed him. Fill him with your seed. And you will infect him with the disease. The virus is rampant in you. It probably won’t take long… but you will continue to see him and to fuck him until it is done.” “I … I can’t do that!” Sebastian laughed again. “You made a bargain: any price I asked. This is the price. And you don’t want to know the price of breaking your bargain.” “Please.. I beg you, don’t make me do this. For the love of God…” “Trust me. God has nothing to do with this.” Zburător vanished but his laugher rang in Viktor’s ears.

Part 8: At the Gym Michael: Michael didn’t leave the house for the whole weekend. And it was a week and a half before he dragged himself back the gym. He body was looking…. well, not flabby exactly, just not as toned as he liked. And whatever had started on Halloween was still going on. He might as well be invisible. He hadn’t picked up someone in a bar in weeks. He and Seb had met several times now. Each time Seb’s insatiable ass milked him. Taking load after load. Until his balls were dry. Michael was always so worn out after their hookups. He always slept well. He couldn’t believe he had ever thought Seb was older than him. The other man was at least a couple years younger than Michael himself. He was truly beautiful and Michael found himself dreaming about him when they weren’t together. Michael threw his street clothes in the gym locker and pulled on his shorts and a tee. God he really didn’t want to do this. But he didn’t want to lose any more muscle either. The gym was busy so he started with the free weights. Curls first he decided. “Haven’t seen you around in a while, Christian.” A deep voice said behind him. “Hey David.” Michael grunted. He continued his workout without turning. David always called him by his last name in some false sense of intimacy. The personal trainer stepped around in front of him. His eyes surveying. “Looks like you’ve been letting yourself get a bit soft around the middle.” Michael didn’t reply. No point in encouraging the bastard. He hadn’t worked out in a few days but he wasn’t “soft in the middle”. David: David let his eyes roll over Michael Christian’s body. It was true — the other man had been slacking off his workout — even if he was mostly just trying to get under Michael’s skin. When they first met, David had thought Michael was about his age — he had been surprised to find the other man was several years older. Had they met for the first time today, however, he would have guessed Michael was at least 30. To be fair, though, he still looked pretty damn good. “Tell you what. I don’t have any clients today. Why don’t I give you a free session?” “You don’t need to do that. I’m fine. Just been too busy.” “Hey, it’s no problem at all.” Michael shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever.” From the day they had met, months ago, there had been a struggle. A tug of war. Michael was the man everyone lasted after, the man everyone wanted. And David was determined to topple him. To supplant him as the top of the tops (so to speak). It was that simple. David had always been competitive. He liked to win. And now, as always, he was determined to do so. Michael: Forty-five minutes later, Michael was drenched in sweat. David was pulling no punches on this workout and pushing him hard. He was on his third round of squats. His body ached. His legs and glutes sore. Stretched. Taut. Michael glanced at the personal trainer. The other man was not looking at his face. No. His eyes were glued firmly on Michael’s ass. After a moment, David pulled his eyes away and gave Michael a smile. No chagrin there at all. “Not bad, Christian. Let’s finish up with the bench press.” Michael wasn’t sure if David was complimenting his workout or his ass. For some reason he didn’t seem to mind David checking out his ass for once. It was nice not to just have everyone’s eyes brushing by him. They walked over to the bench and Michael stretched out while David added weight to the bar. “Let’s start with this. I’ve seen you lift more but you’ve been off your workout for awhile. We can add or take away weight if needed.” Michael nodded. He reached up to grab the bar… And his breath caught in his throat. David was positioned to spot the bar and, from this angle, Michael could see up the leg of the personal trainer’s workout shorts. The other man was not wearing underwear. His cock hung loose inside the trunks and Michael had a clear view. Michael lifted the bar and tried to look anywhere else. He was close enough that he could smell the other man. Masculine but sweet. Strong. Reassuring. He inhaled. Savouring David’s scent. The first set finished and David added more weight for the second set. Michael was struggling. Maybe David was right, maybe he was slacking off his workout too much. He needed to stay focused. The last thing he wanted was to look weak in front of David. The bastard was too cheeky already. But Michael’s eyes had a mind of their own. Admiring the personal trainer’s well formed thighs. Following the view up into the leg of the shorts. To the big cock staring back at him. A cock as big as his own. And, to Michael’s embarrassment, his own cock was getting harder the more he looked up David’s crotch. “Come on, Christian. Stay focused on the weight.” Michael tried not look at the face above him. The smile on the lips. Oh yes, David had noticed the bulge growing in Michael’s shorts. “Nine. Ten.” The trainer counted. His hands hovered on the barbell now as Michael strained harder. “Come on, give me two more.” Michael’s arms were aching. He struggled to push the weight up… but it was no good. His arm was giving under the weight. David’s reaction was almost instant. His arms bulged as he lifted the barbell back to the the rack and stepped away. His eyes focused on Michael’s. Michael rolled off the bench and picked up his towel. “That was a great workout. Thanks.” “No problem, Christian. We should workout again sometime.” The personal trainer leaned forward. Whispering. “Something more private.” “Hey man, you know we’re both tops.” David just smiled. That smile. That fucking arrogant smile. “Sure, man. Whatever you say. But you know where to find me.” He turned and walked away. Michael cursed under his breath. His arms were aching… his whole body was. David had not held back on that workout even though it was a freebie. He headed through the locker room but didn’t turn into the showers. He threw his workout gear into the locker and grabbed his towel. Just a few minutes in the steam room. That’s what he needed. Despite the thick steam, Michael could see that the small room was empty. He sat on the white bench, draped his towel around his lap, and closed his eyes. Yes. This was exactly what was needed. Steam. Heat. Quiet. He felt his aching muscles begin to relax. The door opened and Michael opened one eye enough to look. Oh fuck. The tall, lean form that entered was silhouetted by the light outside. But Michael recognised him immediately. David. There was no mistaking that body or the cocky way the younger guy stood, his towel wrapped low on his hips. David: The personal trainer hadn’t expected anyone to be in the steam room right now. Let alone Michael. Something had happened during that workout. He was sure of it. He had seen the other man staring at his crotch… and get hard as a result. But Michael Christian was a total top… wasn’t he? No. He hadn’t expected this. But he wasn’t about to let this moment pass unfulfilled. It felt like there was unfinished business now. The other man was looking at him like a deer caught in the headlights. He closed the door and sat directly opposite his rival. Michael: Michael tried to ignore the other man but again his eyes betrayed him. David’s legs were parted enough that he could see under the towel. That big dick swelling slightly in the heat. Those heavy balls hanging between the toned thighs. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. He didn’t even notice that he was licking his lips. The personal trainer adjusted himself under his towel. But then left his hand on his cock. The cock that Michael was so fascinated by. The hand slowly stroking it. Michael didn’t touch his own cock but it was getting hard again. In the back of his mind something nagged at him. He was gay, true, but he was a top. Why was he so fixated on the other man’s cock? But he was barely aware of that nagging voice. He was fixated on David’s cock. Big. Hard now. Was it slightly larger than his own? He wasn’t sure. For the first time, he wondered how it would taste. David’s eyes still locked on Michael. His hand raised, curling his fingers. Beaconing. Michael barely noticed his body slide off the bench until he was on his knees before the personal trainer. He forced his eyes to raise from the other man’s cock. Up his body. That beautifully formed body. Sweat trickling down the abs. The strong chest. Those small, pert nipples. To his face. David’s eyes drilled into him. A mixture of surprise, lust, and expectation. Michael looked back down at the other man’s crotch. At the bulge pushing at the towel. His hands were trembling as he pulled the towel away. The cock, exposed now, just inches from his face. The smell of a man, of sex, so intoxicating. He felt his back bend like he was sleepwalking. His head lowered. His lips parted. And, for the first time ever, a cock slipped into Michael Christian’s mouth. The taste filled Michael’s mouth as he wrapped his tongue around the head. Salty yet sweet. The aroma was overwhelming. Something totally new for him. Musky and masculine. Thrilling. Intoxicating. His lips wrapped around the cock. His lips sliding down the shaft. He wanted more. David: David watched his cock slide into his rival’s mouth. Stunned. Maybe he always knew this rivalry would end this way. With one of them surrendering to the other. But he had not expected today to be that day. The reality of the moment was so different than the fantasy. So much better. Michael was worshipping his dick. He had won! The rivalry was over. He had broken the great Michael Christian. He only wished someone would walk in. Someone who could spread the word about this moment. Even without a witness though, the torch had passed. Michael would always know that he, David, had won. David raised his hands. Wrapping around the head in his lap. Gripping the hair. Pulling him down. Pushing his cock deeper into the hot mouth. “So I guess your rep as a ‘total top’ is bullshit.” He couldn’t help laughing in his victory. “You’re just another cocksucker, aren’t you?” He pushed Michael’s head down further. Hitting the back of the other man’s throat. Making him gag. He laughed again. The mouth working his dick was inexperienced. Uncertain. Clumsy. But David had never enjoyed getting a blowjob more. “I asked you a question, slut. Tell me what you are.” Michael: Michael let the cock slide from his mouth. Reluctantly. Sweat was dripping from his face. The heat of the steam or just the lust that consumed him? David’s fingers were wrapped around his chin. Pulling his face up. Eye contact. Shame flooded through him. What was he doing? Why was he sucking a cock? He had never done this before. Why now? And why with David? And why was his own dick so hard? But a word formed itself in his mouth. “Yes.” “Yes what?” “Yes. I’m just a cocksucker.” And it was true. He was. He had sucked a cock. And, even more importantly, he liked it. And David knew it. Michael knew things would never be the same. Not between him and David. Or the other men who had once been able to bend around his little finger. In this room, something had changed for him. “You want it again, don’t you.” David didn’t wait for a reply. “Beg for it. Beg to suck my cock.” Michael wanted to get up, to move away. But his legs would’t move. He stayed on his knees. Kneeling before the other man. His lips moving again, as if of their own accord. “Please…” His voice was weak. Grovelling. It made him feel sick. But he didn’t stop. “…. please let me suck your cock. I want to taste it again.” “Damn. You are a cock hungry bitch aren’t you? What would your friends say if they could see you now? Begging for my cock? The great and arrogant ‘top’ Michael Christian on his knees sucking dick. There’s a first time for everything, right? Fine. Open your mouth. And you had better go all the way down this time, cocksucker.” Michael didn’t argue. He bent forward and took the cock back into his mouth. David’s hands were back on his head. Pushing him down. He fought the gag reflex. And failed. Again. And again. Saliva dripped from his mouth. Coating his chin. Mucous was dripping from his nose. But David persisted. Pushing deeper with each thrust. Like a man possessed. Michael gave up trying to control the invasion. Succumbing. Surrendering. Letting the younger man fuck his mouth. And the cock slipped past his mouth. Into his throat. He could barely breath. But he didn’t - he couldn’t - resist. “Yeah, you cocksucker. Work that dick. I’m close.” The personal trainer moaned. Another thrust. Wild. Demanding. Another. Then the hands on his head pushed him down until his face was buried in the other man’s bush. Balls deep. And the cock erupted. Firing volley after volley. Flooding his throat. Down into his stomach. Michael couldn’t breath. His face was turning red. His vision blurring. He pushed against David’s thighs. Trying to get the cock out of his throat. Struggling frantically. But the personal trainer held him in place. Desperation. His struggles fading. His arms collapsing. His body yielding… And finally David let him slide back. Let him slide the cock from his throat. Let him breath. But he kept the head of his dick in Michael’s mouth. Still dripping. Still filling Michael’s mouth with the taste of his seed. Still savouring his victory. Finally the personal trainer pushed him roughly back, off his cock, and stood. “Thanks cocksucker. Not too bad for a first time.” David glanced down. “Well…. I guess you enjoyed it as much as I did.” The floor in front of Michael was sprayed with his creamy load. He had come while sucking cock. He hadn’t even noticed. “Clean that mess up.” David ordered. “I better not hear about the cleaners having to deal with it.” And he turned and walked out without waiting for another word. Michael was still on his knees, the taste of cum in his mouth. The aroma of David’s crotch still coating his face. Without thinking, he grabbed his towel and wiped up the cum. What had just happened? Why had he done that? His breath was ragged. He needed cool air. But he waited several minutes. He didn’t want to face David again. He couldn’t. He didn’t even shower. Just threw his clothes on and raced out of the gym.

Part 6: Draining Michael: Michael sat, alone. His fingers tapping the desk. In the three weeks since Halloween, since that late night encounter in the park, he had not hooked up once. On Halloween night he told himself it was just a fluke. For a few days after that, he convinced himself it was just a dry spell. Now he was worried. Tonight, again, he had sat alone in a club and not one man had tried to catch his eye. Hell, as far as he could tell not one man had given him more than a glance. And he was horny. Well. He was always horny. But he seemed even more so recently. It had taken a few days but he had managed to drag himself back into the gym. But he was just going through the motions. He just didn’t seem to have much energy. He stood. Walked into the bedroom and opened the dresser by the bed. He pulled out the scrap of paper. The paper with a phone number written on it. Seb’s number. It wasn’t the first time he had thought about calling. But he was horny tonight. Very horny. He picked up the phone. Dialled. Listened to the phone ring at the other end. Again. Again. He was about to hang up when the line picked up. “Hello?” “Hey, Seb. This is Michael. From… um.. from Halloween.” “Michael. Good to hear from you. I was just thinking of you.” “Just wondering what you are up to tonight.” “Not much. Looking for mischief.” “Mischief sounds fun. Come over, we can make some.” “Give me your address.” Michael did. After he hung up, he sat on the bed looking at the phone. The truth was he wasn’t that excited to hook up with Seb again. And he wasn’t sure why. The guy had given what was probably the best blowjob Michael had ever received. And Michael had face-fucked too many guys to count. But if Michael had not been so horny, and Seb had not been so clear about wanting to get fucked, Michael would not have called. Twenty minutes later and the doorbell rang. Michael took a deep sigh, put on his best smile, and opened the door. Seb slipped inside. The door was barely closed and Seb had his lips pressed to Michael’s. Despite his reluctance for the encounter, Michael found himself kissing back. His tongue parting the other man’s lips and into his mouth. Tongues intertwining. Cocks hard. Shirts tossed. Belts unfastened. Jeans discarded. Bodies together. Hands groping. Breath ragged. Both men were only in their underwear. Seb gently pushed Michael back to lean against a wall, then slowly dropped to his knees. His lips now focused on the bulge in Michael’s briefs. Michael looked down at the other man, so focused on his cock, and - for the first time in weeks - felt almost like his normal self. Michael watched as the other man, clad only in a black jockstrap, worshipped his dick. Seb’s mouth caressed the hard cock. His tongue tracing it’s shape. His saliva seeping through the thin fabric of the briefs. His fingers sliding them down and off. His mouth returning to the hard cock. His hot, wet mouth engulfing the head. Fuck! This felt so good. But Michael was not looking for another blow job. He reached down and pulled the older man up and turned him towards the bedroom. Seb did not protest. Their lips found each other again. Bodies sinking down to the bed. Michael on his back. His dick - hard, aching - like a dagger growing from his crotch. Seb straddled Michael’s hips. A knee to either side. His ass sinking slowly. His hole touching the tip of the cock beneath him. His eyes locked with Michael’s. And he slowly slid down. Impaling himself. Michael smiled. The slut hadn’t even mentioned a condom. Michael didn’t care; he needed this fuck. His eyes rolled back in his head. Seb’s tight ring gripped him as it descended. He had fucked raw before — it was the bottom’s job to take reasonable precautions after all. And, truth be told, Seb’s ass was amazing. The last thing Michael wanted was the condom blocking this sensation. Seb slid up and down on the hard shaft. Slowly sinking deeper each time he descended. His hole flexed, sending shivers of pleasure through Michael’s body. His eyes looked on Michael’s face, his every expression. Speeding up his motions to increase intensity and then slowing to prolong Michael’s pleasure. Michael felt his groin press against the older man’s groin. The bastard had taken all 10 inches without breaking a sweat and didn’t even pause for a breath. Seb still hovered above and rode Michael’s cock at his own pace. Michael wanted to shift position, to get control of the situation. To get Seb on all fours so he could mount him and remind him who was top. But he could’t seem to get the leverage. Or even bring himself to say anything. So he was trapped, barely able to move, while the other man rode him at his own pace and in near complete control of the fuck. The best Michael could manage was to grip the other’s hips to try to control the pace. Michael hadn’t been in another man’s ass in weeks. He wanted to cum. But Seb kept slowing down every time he got close. It was so frustrating. But Michael couldn’t really complain. Seb’s hole was as talented as his throat had been in the park toilet. And he knew how to work Michael’s cock. The motions, the sensations, the rhythms became almost hypnotic. Seb moving up and down. Michael’s cock sliding in and out. Pressure to cum building, then ebbing, then building. But every second sent new pleasures reverberating through Michael’s body. And still they fucked. Michael’s muscles relaxed even as the sensations continued. Their eyes were locked and Michael couldn’t bring himself to look away. He didn’t even notice himself stop trying to roll Seb over onto all fours. Time had no meaning. Just his cock, the other man’s hole, the euphoria, and the eyes. Michael didn’t even notice as his muscles tightened, as his balls drew up, as his breath grew ragged, as his hands instinctively clenched. Then his dick erupted inside the ravenous hole. As the first wave of his orgasm hit, he was suddenly aware of everything again. His hips bucked up to drive his cock deeper. Wave after wave. His cum gushing. Three weeks worth of sexual frustration poured out into the tight hole. Filling it, making it slick. Michael’s body shuddered. Every nerve in his body tingled. His muscles reverberated as if an explosion had been set off in a confined space. His mouth open in a silent moan. His muscles so tight they were cramping. Then, suddenly, relaxed. He sank bank into the bed. Unable to move. Exhausted. Drained. But Seb didn’t stop. The older man kept riding. Not letting Michael’s cock grow soft. Working his hole up and down the shaft. Shifting in subtle ways. Slightly different positions. His hole clenching one moment — gripping tight - and the next relaxed and open. Sinking balls deep, raising just off the tip. Back down. Again and again. Always in control. Always controlling every motion. Michael’s cock was feeling sore. He wanted to stop but couldn’t seem to form the words. And so the fuck continued. Michael felt the frenzy building this time. He was going to cum again. Building. Building. Building. And then…. Rapture. If anything his second orgasm was more intense than his first. He ached. Every muscle screaming for this to stop. His cock sore from the friction. Had he been able to think, perhaps he would have wondered why he was so drained after only cumming twice. Just a few months ago he had hooked up with a hot Aussie couple and had fucked each of them three or four times. But the thought never even occurred to him. And still Seb didn’t stop. Still riding. Still working. Determined. Merciless. His attention focused on Michael like a laser. Michael managed to glance at the clock. Oh fuck. They had been going non-stop for nearly two and a half hours. His cock ached, the skin raw. Every time Seb moved it was waves of pain now that shuddered around his body. A strange sound filled the room. A low moan. Whining. Wretched. Pathetic. With effort, Michael looked around but there were only the two of them there. And it wasn’t coming from Seb. No. It was coming from somewhere deep within himself. No! It wasn’t possible. He couldn’t make a sound like that. But he was. Seb was still watching him. Smiling. But there was something venomous in that smile. Something triumphant. “Give me what I want.” Seb said. The first words either of them had said in hours. “Succumb. Surrender.” Michael couldn’t reply. He just looked up with that pitiful moan still emanating from within him. “Can you feel it?” Seb asked without pausing his motions. “Can you feel yourself ebbing? Fading? Doesn’t it feel good? Don’t you just want to submit to it. Find where it leads you? A whole new experience for you?” And Michael could feel it. The room was dimming. His vision growing dark. But his cock still hard. Rearing towards another orgasm. Oh fuck. Almost there again. Oh. Fuck! So close. OH! FUCK! Here it comes! Michael never even felt his dick erupt for the third time. The darkness descended. He never felt his cum erupt over and over again. And over. And over.

Part 5: Interlude - Bad mornings Michael: The bright glare of the morning sun hit Michael’s face like a slap. He pulled his pillow over his face and rolled over. Just wanted to sleep. Just a bit more. He tossed and turned and tried to get comfortable. Hoping that sleep would return. But no. Sleep had slipped away in that one moment. He groaned and looked over at the clock. Ten o’clock. Lucky it was a Saturday. He wasn’t working today. It didn’t feel like he had slept at all. He sat up. Still fully dressed from when he had crashed on the bed the night before. His head throbbed and he felt a little nauseated. Just how much did he have to drink at the club, he wondered. He reluctantly crawled out of bed and wandered into the bathroom. Hauling out his cock, his pride and joy, he allowed his piss to flow into the toilet. Something about that first morning piss always felt so satisfying. He gave himself a playful stroke but decided he wasn’t in the mood for a wank and tucked his dick away. He washed his hands and then realised he had washed away the phone number the guy had written on his hand the night before. What was his name again? Sam? Steve? No… Seb, that was it. Oh well. Not like he was actually going to call him anyway, he decided. He glanced up and his reflection in the mirror. Damn. He looked like shit. His eyes red, heavy bags beneath. His eyes squinting in the harsh bathroom light that only made his headache worse. His hair a classic example of bedhead. He stopped. Looked closer. Was that? No! It couldn’t be. He couldn’t deny it though. The grey hair was all too visible despite his naturally pale blond hair. He grabbed his tweezers and pulled it out. Then another. And another. Until he was satisfied. He tossed the tweezers down in disgust and jumped in the shower. He needed to work out, get his blood moving, but he just didn’t feel like it. He took a long, hot shower instead. Letting the water run down his back. After towelling himself off, he picked up his phone and checked messages on his phone. Just an email from Tommy with the picture he had taken at the club. It was a nice picture he decided. Michael sent a text to Scott. “Coffee?” A few minutes wait before he received the reply. “Sure.” Michael got dressed and headed out the door. Scott: Scott offered Michael a little wave as his friend walked into their favourite coffee shop. “You look like I feel.” Scott smiled. “I feel worse than I look. How much did we drink last night?” “Too much. Maybe we are getting old and can’t handle our liquor anymore.” Michael grimaced. “Speak for yourself. But at least you had some fun.” Scott put on his poker face. There was no way in hell he was going to tell Michael about what happened with David. “Yeah… it was fun. How about you?” Michael shrugged, noncommittally. “Don’t know. It was just a weird night. Need to get a coffee… you want another one?” “Sure. Skinny latte.” Michael: Michael walked to the counter and ordered the drinks. The twink behind the counter gave him a friendly smile… but it was just a smile. No lingering glance, no licking his lips, no attempt at a seductive pose. Just a smile. Odd…. the twink always tried hopelessly to flirt with him. “Who cares?” he told himself, he wasn’t interested in the twink anyway. “Hey!” A voice said behind him. Michael turned. It was the guy from the park. Seb. “Oh, hey Seb.” “You remember my name. Is that a good sign?” “It must be.” Michael said noncommittally. Seb leaned forward and whispered in Michael’s ear. “Hope we get to meet up again. I think you owe me a good fuck.” Michael felt Seb slip something into his hand. “In case you lost this.” Seb smiled. Michael down at the paper… a phone number. “Yeah… yeah… that would be great.” The twink behind the coffee bar returned with two steaming cups. “Your lattes, sir.” Michael picked up the two cups. “Well… need to get back to my friend. Will give you a call sometime.” “I’m looking forward to it.” Seb said before stepping up the counter and ordering his own drink. “So. Who was that?” Scott asked as Michael sat down with the coffees. “Just some guy from the club last night.” “Not the freak who wanted to fuck you?” “Oh god, no.” Michael shuddered at the memory. There was something in the back of his mind, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, something about the freak that had seemed so familiar. Well. Maybe if he hadn’t had quite so much to drink. Michael didn’t want to think about the freak though. As quickly as he could he changed the subject. “So. You and David, huh? Everything you were hoping for?” It was Scott’s turn to look uncomfortable and to change the subject as quickly as he could. Thinking about David made Michael think he should get to the gym. Just a bit longer he told himself.

I'm right there with ya @Heir2012 !

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 ✌🏻

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.

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Dear friends, Did understand the grievances about the paragraphs, so in my last parts i did pay attention to it. I Hope you bare with me that i am not a proffesional writer, and that i am not an english tutored person. I speak 5 languages but not any of them was learned on school, so i hope you understand my minor mistakes. When not mistaken to me, i hope this is all about the storis here, and not about the mistakes in spellin here???? Kind regards, Mike the author. Ps soon i will continue my story

Most definitely I use to blow two guys all the time who were straight but whenever they were around other people neither would acknowledge me.

Part 13: The Alley Michael: “Happy New Year.” Scott said before Viktor pulled him in for a long passionate kiss. Tommy broke off his own kiss with Greg and raised his glass. “Cheers, everyone!” Michael forced a smile. He didn’t really want to be here. Stuck with two couples on New Years Eve. But it wasn’t like he had any other offers. He couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened on his trip out of town. Five men, including the gaunt stranger, had fucked him that night. His ass had been sore for days afterwards. But he had felt something else as well. A hunger. A craving. He wanted that feeling again. He looked up and saw David from the gym. The personal trainer didn’t even notice him. Some twink was cozying up to him and the personal trainer was clearly going to give the boy what he wanted. The same thing that Michael wanted. “Be right back, guys.” He said. The bar had a smoker’s courtyard and, with the weather being so cold, it was the quietest place available. Michael pulled out his phone and dialled Seb’s number. “We’re sorry this number is disconnected or not in service at this time… “ the recording said. Michael hung up and put his phone away. Michael had tried the number at least 15 or 20 times in the last couple weeks since the night in the bathhouse. He knew what the result would be, but he found himself trying again and again. Hoping against hope for a pleasant surprise. But no. Seb seemed to have disappeared completely. Stepping back inside, Michael headed for the men’s room. The line there was too long so he slipped out the service door into the alley. He stepped into the shadow and pulled out his dick to take a piss. “Looks like I’m not the only one who thought the line was too long.” “Oh… hey Tommy. “ A bit late to be embarrassed now. The twink stepped up alongside him. Close. Michael could smell the alcohol on his breath. The kid should have stopped an hour ago. He was cute though. Michael had always thought the twink too flamboyant for his tastes… but, right now, Michael thought his friend just looked incredibly sexy. Tommy: Tommy’s eyes trailed down Michael’s body to his open fly and licked his lips. He had always wanted a taste of that dick. Or better yet, to feel it inside him. Michael might not seem quite as beautiful as he had once been. But Tommy still thought he was gorgeous. Just like the guys he had crushes on in school. The ones who tormented and beat him up. He had hated them, but wanted them to like them. Feared them but lusted them. Like those high school crushes, however, Michael had never shown any interest. Tommy had seen the guys Michael went for. And they didn’t look like him. Michael hooked up with and then discarded guys like Victor… not skinny “twinks” like himself. So Tommy had just settled for watching him from afar. Sneaking glances in the showers at the gym if they happened to be there together. But there was something different tonight. Something he couldn’t quite figure out. Tommy pulled out his cock. He was more than half hard and not just because he had to pee. Two streams of piss hit the wall. When the piss stopped, however, neither man put his dick away. Yes. There was something different going on tonight, Tommy thought. And he felt strangely fearless. Michael: Michael found his own eyes sliding down Tommy’s body. To the crotch where the twink’s dick hung out of his fly. The kid’s slim frame only made the dick look even larger. Tommy brazenly reached out and wrapped his fingers around Michael’s dick and slowly started to stroke. “Damn. I’ve always wanted to do this.” “Um… Tommy… what about Greg?” “Don’t worry so much.” Tommy whispered. “We have an open relationship. Plus what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?” The logic made sense to Michael. He stretched his own fingers out and wrapped around the big dick hanging out of Tommy’s tight jeans. The slim man look startled but his dick grew even harder. Michael’s mouth was watering. He was so damn horny. He wanted that dick — wanted to suck it, wanted to feel it inside him. But how would the kid react? Tommy’s reputation as a power bottom was almost as infamous as Michael’s own reputation - well deserved until recently - as a total top. Michael knew he had changed, that he had crossed a line that night in the bathhouse. But this was different. This was someone he knew. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was just how horny he felt, or just that craving he felt inside. But he decided nothing else mattered. Just the craving. He slowly bent over and took Tommy’s turgid dick into his mouth. “Fuck!” Tommy hissed. But he didn’t push Michael away. Michael could taste a strange musky saltiness. Piss, he realised. The last few drops of piss hadn’t quite dripped from the drunk twink’s dick. His tongue swirled around the cockhead, savouring the flavour. He breathed deeply. Enjoying the smell of Tommy’s crotch. The lad had been on the dance floor earlier so he was sweaty in his tight jeans. Tommy: This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. Michael was a top. Everyone said so. Tommy wondered for a moment if he had slipped in the dark alley and hit his head. Maybe this was all a delusion. No. The sensations he was feeling were real. That really was Michael Christian sucking his dick. As impossible as that seemed. Tommy’s precum was flowing freely. and he had a hand on Michael’s head. He wasn’t going to last for long. His breath was ragged. His muscles tightening. And them Michael pulled away. Letting the dick slide from his mouth. Tommy groaned. He had been close. Very close. Michael: The dick felt so good, tasted so good, but Michael wanted something else. Something more. Sucking Tommy’s dick had only made that longing in his hole worse. Like an itch. With just one way to scratch it. Michael unfastened his pants and pushed them down his thighs, his naked ass glinted slightly in the pale moonlight. He looked over his should and Tommy’s jaw had, quite literally, dropped. But he still didn’t protest as Michael backed his naked ass back up. Lining his hole up with that beautiful shaft. Wincing slightly as the twink’s hips pushed forward. Instinctively. Too horny - and too drunk … and too inexperienced as a top — to be gentle. Two inches buried themselves in Michael’s dry hole. Michael moaned. God! He needed this. He felt whole. Complete. Topping another guy had never felt so good, so right, as having another man inside you. And — at least at this moment — didn’t care if someone heard him. Tommy: The twink’s hips were thrusting. He wanted to cum so bad. He had never really been interested in topping but this felt good. Hell yes, it felt so good. And the fact that it was Michael Christian — total top, the guy who reminded him of those guys in high school — that just made it feel even better. “I’m gonna shoot!” “Do it Tommy.” Michael encouraged him. “Don’t stop. Give it to me.” “Oh shit… here it comes. Take it!” Tommy opened his mouth. Wordlessly. His cock spasming. Unable to stop his hips slamming into Michael’s ass repeatedly. Filling his friend’s ass with his seed. Finally his body slowed. His muscles relaxing but his breathing still ragged. “Tommy? Michael?” A voice said from the door leading into the alley. “What the hell?” Michael: Michael’s turned and his face went pale. Greg stood in the doorway. He tried to stand up but Tommy didn’t move. “Greg… sweetie…” The twink stammered, his cock deflating in Michael’s ass. “This isn’t what it looks like.” Greg raised an eyebrow, glanced back into the club to make sure no one else was following him, them stepped into the alley closing the door behind him. “Oh, I think it is perfectly obvious that it is EXACTLY what it looks like.” Greg said, frowning. His tight white T-shirt was stretched over his pecs. It was pulled up just enough that one of his tattoos was visible as the muscles in his arm twitched. The construction worker stepped closer. Michael didn’t want to fight. He was quite sure he would lose. Then Greg laughed. “Fuck. you two should see your faces.” Michael breathed a sigh of relief. “You aren’t mad? I thought you were going to kill me.” “Mad? No. Shocked as hell. But not mad.” He put a calloused hand on Michael’s ass. “This is pretty hot really. My power bottom boyfriend just fucked your ass, dude. I've told him before that he should share that dick of his. But I thought you were a ‘total top’?” “What can I say.” Michael turned his head and gave Tommy a wink. The twink still stood, in shock, right behind him. “He has a fantastic cock.” “I’m rather fond of it myself.” Tommy said wryly. He finally stepped back, pulling his softened dick from inside Michael. “So. The real question is: is this a private party or can anyone join in?” Greg smiled. His hand sliding down Michael’s butt and into his crack. Feeling his boyfriend’s cum dripping out of the hole. “I see that you are already lubed up.” Michael didn't think words were necessary. He reached out a hand and caressed the front of Greg’s jeans. Feeling the hardness there. Yes. He wanted another cock in him. He wanted to keep feeling the sensation of getting powered. Bred. He bent forward a bit more. His ass raising up, clearly on offer. Greg just smiled and unbuttoned his jeans. Viktor: “Where have you guys been?” Scott said. “It’s been ages.” Viktor looked up to see Michael, Tommy, and Greg returning to the table. Michael just shrugged. “Lines in the men’s room are obscene tonight.” Viktor raised an eyebrow. The three men looked a bit… what was the word… disheveled. Had something gone on between them? No. Couldn’t be. Still, he told himself, maybe it was better not to ask questions. No one spoke for a moment. Everyone seemed lost in their own worlds. Scott leaned into Viktor’s shoulder and breathed a sigh of contentment. It was Tommy who broke the silence. “Oh. I was going through my phone today and saw this picture from Halloween, do you remember it?” “Viktor has it framed at the apartment.” Scott offered. Michael stared at the picture but didn’t say anything. Viktor knew the other man was comparing how he had looked two months ago with how he looked now. He felt a bit guilty. This was because of the bargain he had made with Zburător, a bargain he had tricked Michael and Scott into joining. Still, age caught up with everyone in the end. And Viktor wouldn’t give up the relationship he had fallen into with Scott for anything. Viktor had told his lover that he was positive, if not how it came about, and Scott had said he didn’t care. “It’s been a strange few months.” Viktor said. He took a last look at the picture before Tommy put the phone away.

Quick note: My work schedule, always in flux, continues to be unpredictable. Will now be on the road for the next two days.... will be back late Wednesday and will push to get the last few chapters ready and posted. Just four "chapters" left, so I expect the story should be wrapped up by the end of the weekend at the very latest. Ok... onward! Part 10: Four Letter Word Scott Michael was calling but Scott ignored his phone. He was nearly at Viktor’s house and Scott didn’t feel like talking to Michael right now. He had dreamt about Viktor all night. The model’s body wrapped around his. Holding him. That smooth chest pressed against his back. Lips caressing his neck. Warm breath on his ear. Hard cock pressing against his ass. Had he ever disliked the Romanian? The thought seemed so alien to him now. Scott glanced at his reflection in a car window as he walked by. He had come from work and was still in his suit, although he had pulled off his tie. He thought his dark hair and ‘not quite shaven’ look made his blue-grey eyes stand out even more. He had always felt his eyes were his best feature. He rang the bell and Viktor opened the door. The model was bare chested. His nipples just starting to harden in the cold air. His chest smooth and hairless except for the treasure trail leading down from his bellybutton. The model wore a pair of old jeans — worn in all the right places to highlight his crotch. If anything, however, the gorgeous model looked even more pale, more ill, than the day before. “You should be laying down. You look like you are still not feeling well.” Scott chided with a smile as put the bag of groceries in the kitchen. “I picked up a few things for you. More cold & flu medicine, some juice, bottled water, and a little treat. The store had some Christmas chocolates so I picked up a few.” Viktor started to speak but Scott cut him off. “I know, I know… you don’t normally eat chocolate. But you aren’t feeling well and need a little treat. I also picked up some groceries and thought I could make you some chicken noodle soup for dinner.” “Scott you are being so kind. You don’t need to do all this.” “Nonsense. I want to do it.” Viktor: Guilt washed over the young model. He liked this new Scott, He was so much sweeter than the old Scott. But he knew that — if he had not tricked the other man into the ritual and the bargain — Scott would never be doing this. Scott was just a puppet being toyed with by forces he didn’t even know existed. I’m hardly an innocent. He thought. I’ve used guys just as much as Michael has. But this this is something different, something new. To knowingly infect someone with HIV, potentially with AIDS itself, just feels evil. Can I bring myself to do it? But then again, Viktor admitted, he wasn’t going to force Scott to do anything. Even if Zburător — Sebastian he corrected himself — had done something to lead Scott to this point, Scott surely still had his freedom to choose. There must be something in him that had always found Viktor attractive, right? And, despite still feeling ill, it wasn’t exactly going to be a chore for Viktor either. Scott might be just a few years older, but he was a very attractive man. If the other man hadn’t gone out of his way to be such a prick over the last six months, Viktor might have even made a pass at him before this. He was getting ahead of himself though. He didn’t have a plan as such. Look good. Be good company. See what happened. And, if an opportunity presented itself, he would complete his bargain with Zburător. Scott: Scott sat on the couch next to Viktor. The dishes were washed, the kitchen was clean, and the model had seemed to enjoy the soup. Scott was running out of excuses to stay. But he didn’t want to leave. “Thank you, Scott. That was very good.” The Romanian said. He had put on a white t-shirt for dinner but it was tight enough that it showed his chest off to good advantage. The couch wasn’t small but the two men found themselves sitting close together. Their legs gently touching. Scott put his hand on Viktor’s knee and, like he had done the night before, found himself leaving it there. Viktor didn’t complain. He stretched a little and then rested his arm on the back of the couch. Behind Scott’s shoulders. His legs spread ever so slightly. One leg touching up against Scott’s leg. Scott heart beat a little faster. And allowed his body to lean into Viktor’s a bit more. The arm around shoulders moved a little closer. Scott let his head rest against Viktor. He raised his other arm to the white clad chest. Feeling the muscles through the t-shirt. Tracing the nipples with his fingers. Waiting for Viktor to stop him. But Viktor said nothing. He didn’t push Scott away. He did nothing except, perhaps, for holding Scott just a little closer to him. Scott’s lips replaced his fingers on Viktor’s nipples. Caressing them. He couldn’t see Viktor from this angle, he was afraid to look, but he could feel warm breath on his neck as the other man looked down at him. Emboldened, the hand on the model’s knee moved slowly up his thigh. Resting on the satisfying hardness waiting for him there. The palm pressed gently against that hardness. Felt it throb in response. Fingers fumbling with the jeans, opening them. Sliding inside, desperate to touch their prize. Wrapping around the hard shaft. Stroking. Lips kissing their way down. Feeling the well-developed abs. Lower. Sliding off the couch to kneel before the beautiful man. Thrilled when Viktor lifted enough to allow him to slide the jeans down. Lowering his face to the crotch, barely covered now with only a pair of briefs. Revelling in the tastes and smells of masculinity. “Scott…” “Please… “ Voice pleading. “Please don’t tell me to stop.” Silence. Lips dragged along the shape of the hardness through the briefs. Fingers curling around the waistband. Pulling them down. The manhood, free now, as beautiful as the man himself. Basking in the sight of it. Eight fantastic inches. Thick. Hard as a metal bar. Foreskin drawn back but still covering the head. Perfection. The cock slid between his lips, the salty tang of precum just increasing the craving. Deeper. Back of the mouth. Deeper. Into his throat. Saliva dripping down his chin. Scott unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side. Viktor: Watching as Scott worked his dick, Viktor felt a thrill. He had been an object of lust before but he had never felt as in control of another man as he did right now. Power. Authority. Domination. Like a drug that overwhelmed his senses. Scott was clearly very experienced but seemed lost in his lust. And Viktor himself was nearly as unbridled. He wanted Scott as much as the other man wanted him. And not just lust. Something much more real that that. Was this Zburător’s doing? He wasn’t sure. And he couldn't make himself care. Scott’s mouth was amazing but Viktor needed more. They both did. He needed Scott to be his. Completely. Scott: Viktor gently pushed him off his cock. Scott looked up at the Romanian like a child that lost its candy. He wanted that dick. He couldn’t explain it. He just needed it. Why was Viktor taking it away? But the model stood from his seat on the couch and leaned forward. Kissed him. And Scott felt himself melt into the kiss. Tongues intertwining. Viktor’s hands under his arms. Lifting him. Hands exploring Scott’s body. Chest. Nipples. Abs. Cock. Gently stoking while Scott rested his head on on his friend’s shoulder. His breath heavy. Those hands sliding to Scott’s back. And down. Gripping his ass through his slacks. No words. No discussion. No argument. The Romanian knew what he wanted. He knew Scott would give it to him. And he was right. Viktor took his hand and led him towards the bedroom. Undressing him. Pausing only to touch. To caress. To stroke. And they were both naked. A gentle guiding push and Scott was on laying on the bed. Face down. Victor’s mouth and tongue working his hole. The only sounds the working of Viktor’s tongue, their breathing, and Scott’s moans. “Scottie.” The Romanian cooed as he slipped forward to rest on Scott’s back. “I have to tell you something.” He paused, as if waiting, but Scott said nothing. “I’m positive, Scottie, I’ve got HIV.” Scott’s breath caught in his chest. But still he could stay nothing. “I want to be inside of you so bad, to fuck you, to make you mine. But I don’t want to hurt you.” Scott could breath. He wanted this as well. He wanted that cock deep inside him. But he was terrified. He was on the edge of a precipice. Ahead of him was the void. But behind him, if he turned away, was a lifetime of regret. He couldn’t face that. Scott’s legs parted. Opening the way. And Viktor’s cock, hard and ready pressed deep into Scott’s crack. Lips kissing Scott’s shoulders and neck. The uncut cock touching Scott’s hole. Viktor pushing his cock forward. Scott pushing his ass back into the fuck. And Scott’s hole opened. Willingly accepted Viktor’s hard dick. Precum and Scott’s own saliva the only lube. Scott winced a bit in discomfort but this felt so right. So natural. “I’m inside you, Scottie. You feel so wonderful.” Scott found his voice. “So do you, baby. You feel perfect inside me.” Words lost again. Just motion. Viktor’s gentle thrusts. Scott’s eager ass raising to meet them. Two bodies locked together. Becoming one. Something neither man had ever really felt before. Something emotional, almost spiritual, that made the physical sensation even more breathtaking. The thrusts growing harder as the two bodies bucked together. Falling quickly into a natural rhythm. Scott’s neck turned to kiss Viktor’s lips. Viktor with one arm wrapped under Scott and around his chest. As if to hold them together… as if Scott would ever let them move apart. Viktor: Body aching, muscles tight, but Viktor didn’t care. His body coated with sweat, both his and Scottie’s. His breath ragged. His ballsack drawing up. The telltale signs. He pulled his lips away from Scott’s mouth. “I’m close… I’m going to cum…. do you want me to pull out?” Scott: Fear. The last moment to stop. To step away from that void, that abyss, to return to safer ground. But… no. “Please, don’t stop. I love you, Viktor. I want it… please… cum inside me.” And he meant it. With all his heart. “Here is comes, Scottie. I’ll always be part of you.” And Viktor’s body convulsed above him. Filling him with seed. With cum. With HIV positive cum. Viktor: They were linked now. His DNA was in Scott’s body. His virus. Viktor’s body gave way, his muscles relaxing in the afterglow, his weight resting on Scott’s back. “I love you too, Scottie.” Viktor whispered. He wondered when he had come to love the other man. But it was true. He had meant to seduce the other man but had seduced himself as well. “Will you always be mine?” “Always.” Scott sighed. And they both drifted off into a deep sleep as Viktor held Scott tight in his arms.

As promised, posting the next three chapters of the story tonight. Out of town again next week (hopefully just one night that time so will need to skip a day then as well. Apologies. Now without further ado: Part 4: A Simple Mistake? Scott: Scott could not believe his luck tonight. David had been an object of lust around gym since he was hired several months ago. The twenty three year old personal trainer had immediately earned a reputation among the clientele for his hot body and big cock. He was the one of the hottest guys around Boystown. And, in Scott's estimation, second only to Michael himself. There had been hearsay of him letting a few guys suck his cock in the steam room at the gym… but Scott had always put that down as wishful thinking. Scott had seen him in the showers, however, and knew that at least the rumours about his cock were not an exaggeration. And now? Now they were in Scott’s apartment. The personal trainer was tall and towered over Scott. His hands were clamped to Scott’s butt. Kneading the ass that Scott had worked hard to develop and to maintain. Their lips locked together. They had barely made it inside the door before David had pined Scott to the wall, pressing their bodies together. The bulge in David’s jeans very noticeable as it pressed into Scott’s stomach. Scott pulled his lips away from David’s mouth to catch his breath. God! This guy was hot and his hands were everywhere. David: David took advantage of the momentary break to slip Scott’s shirt off and to unfasten Scott’s belt and jeans. Then their lips were locked together again. He ground his cock into the other man and smiled at the moan it elicited. David loved getting a guy hot and bothered. Really bring out their inner slut and they will do anything you want. And this guy was definitely there. The fact that he was Michael Christian’s best buddy was a huge bonus. There was something about Michael that brought out a competitive streak in David. And it had been there since day one. Maybe they were too much alike. But he wasn’t here to make love. He was here to fuck. To breed. And he would get his way. He always did. Scott: Scott felt his jeans slide down his thighs. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans and underwear. He stood naked in front of David but the personal trainer was still fully dressed. He took the personal trainer’s hand and let him to the bedroom. The other man said nothing. He just half smiled. Almost a smirk. ‘Fine.’ Scott thought. ‘Let him think I’m a slut. I don’t care. Just need that cock.’ Scott watched as David unbuttoned and removed his shirt. Exposing his firm and well developed chest David’s hands wrapped around Scott’s head and guided him to one of the firm nipples. Then the other. Scott found his hand moving to David’s crotch. Rubbing the hard cock waiting inside the jeans. Hands on his shoulders. Pushing him down. Scott dropped to his knees. Unfastening David’s jeans. Sliding them off. The personal trainer’s cock strained against his underwear. Demanding freedom. Scott pulled them down. Ten inches of man meat springing free and slapping him in the face. Long. Thick. Hard. For just a moment Scott wondered how this cock stacked up against Michael’s. But just for a moment. “Suck it.” David ordered. Scott opened his mouth and took the cock inside. Hands. On the back of his head. Pulling him in. Forcing the cock into his throat. Choking him. Trying to relax. Deeper. The lovely flavour. Filling his mouth. Salty. David leaned over him. Scott felt hands sliding down his back. Gripping his ass. Spreading his cheeks. Fingering his hole. His hole spasming around the teasing finger. Moaning. Raising his ass up. Letting David know he wanted it. Being pulled up. Turned around. Pushed onto the bed. Ass in the air. “Condoms and lube…” Scott gasped. “In the nightstand.” David: David turned to the nightstand and rolled his eyes. God these guys who insisted on a condom annoyed him. He fumbled in the dresser drawer but he had no intention of suiting up his dick. This hot ass was his to breed and it would be dripping his cum by the time they were done. Scott: The cold and slimy lube on Scott’s hole made his pucker spasm. A promise of pleasure to come. Fingers pulled away… and then the thick cock touched him. Demanding Scott’s surrender. Demanding entry. Scott’s breathing was laboured as he struggled to accept the invasion. This cock was big. Probably the biggest he had ever taken. And he wanted it inside. A wave of pain as the thick meat breached him. The bulbous cock head passing through his sphincter. Oh fuck! It hurt… but it felt so good! Staring at the mirror. At the reflection of this muscle god pushing forward. Pushing the dick into his ass. It was worth the pain to feel this. And then he noticed: The condom, still in its wrapper, on the nightstand. "Didn't you put on a condom?" "Nah, babe." David didn't even pause. "Don't like to use 'em... My dick slides in so much easier without."" "I don't know, maybe we should put the condom on." Hands on his hips. Pulling him back. Into the fuck. Pushing two inches deeper into him. A moan escaped somewhere from deep in Scott’s core. "Don't worry so much. I'm clean. And, be honest, doesn't it feel better?" And it did feel good. And maybe David was right. Maybe taking such a big cock would be easier bare. And he wanted to take it. “Yeah.” He whispered. David pushed forward with a little corkscrew motion. Scott moaned again. “See, you like that. Don’t you?” “Oh fuck yeah… that feels so good.” “Take it, baby. Take my cock up your tight little ass. Been watching you at the gym. Wanting to tap his ass for awhile.” “It’s yours man. Fuck me.” And David did. Pushing deeper. More of the shaft sliding in. Opening Scott’s hole. Pounding. In and out. Deeper. Deeper. Pain. Pleasure. The sensations indistinguishable. He wasn’t gentle. Scott arching his back. Raising his butt. His hole. Begging to be used. “Of fuck… I need this. You feel so good inside me.” Balls deep. Slapping against Scott’s upturned butt. Full strokes in and out. Fingers gripping his ass tighter now. “Getting close….” David moaned. “Me too.” Scott’s hand found his own dick. Stroking. “I’m so close…” Scott’s body tensing up. Face red. Biting his lip. A tremor cascading across his body. Eyes closed. Savouring the sensation of the big cock stretching his hole. Not thinking. Just feeling. Lost in the moment. An image started forming in his mind but he didn’t even notice. A familiar face just outside his awareness. And then he hit peak. “Fuck me, Viktor! Fuck me… I’m coming!” Scott cried. Cum gushed, covering the blankets beneath him. His hole spasmed around David’s cock. David: The spasming hole pushed David over the edge. His cock detonated and he pushed it deep inside. Making sure his load was deep. Slowly their cocks softened, their breathing slowed. David slipped his cock out and gave Scott’s but a little slap. “So.. who’s Victor?” “Viktor?” “Yeah.. you called me Victor.” David frowned. He felt cheated of his moment of triumph. “Isn’t that one of your friends? That’s a bit fucked up, man.” “I’m not sure what you mean…” Scott stammered. David ignored him. “Not used to being upstaged in bed…. especially by someone who isn’t even there.” Scott: Viktor? There must be some mistake, Scott told himself. Why in the hell would he call out Viktor’s name during sex? David reached for his underwear. “Anyway. That was fun.” “I… um… hope we can do it again.” David wasn’t even looking at him. “Yeah. Sure. Sometime really soon.” A few minutes later, Scott closed the door as David left. He grabbed a towel, wiped himself, then sat on the couch. Well…. That had been awkward.