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My sex-flow in Fort Lauderdale Eights day (17 March) I left Key West with mixed feelings because I was surprised. I can’t say that I was disappointed but Key West was nastier in my mind. I thought about Key West that it was the gay paradise but I found it nice but nothing special. Being openly gay is not the privilege of this place and the gay nightlife wasn’t to attractive. I supposed that I won’t be able to choose between several orgies but I couldn’t find any. Maybe I was the lame but TBH the guy with whom we bred each other confirmed that. So my expectations for Fort Lauderdale was higher but mixed with some anxiety. As it was shown later the anxiety was totally unnecessary. Although some guys texted mw as I was leaving Key West but none of them was available right then. So I spent the half of the day in my car driving up to FL. I checked in and headed to the beach but nothing happened. It was late in the afternoon, so I went back to the hotel and started to prepare myself for the night. I decided to make a try with 321 Slammer. It’s needless to say that I was continuously online in sniffies. I found a couple (mid thirty and late fifty something guys) who were looking for a versa who is older than the younger part and younger than the older part. Okay this ad was made for me. I texted them immediately and the older replied soon. He double checked if I was a real versa. I made him sure that I would fuck both of them if they wanted. He gave me the address and I jumped in the car soon and started. 10-15 minutes later I was at their apartment. They lived in a fancy gay or gay friendly resort. The older guy was a silver bear. Nice white beard and solid belly. The apartment also was really cozy. He drove me to the bedroom where the younger guy was waiting for us. He was a hyper sexy hairy, bearded latino. I liked them very much and they liked me very much too. It was visible looking at our shorts where nice tents could be seen. We started to kiss. I love threesome kissing and our hands started to explore each other. The older ( let me call him Ron and as Juan the younger) interrupted the game and stepped back. Do undress ordered us. Then I realised Ron was the boss and maybe he was a dom. while we were undressing he became naked too. Jesus. He had a huge cock. Thick and long. I turned to Juan to check his tool. It was the huge as his husband’s. I almost went down to my knees when Ron gave the next order. Give him the pleasure babe. Juan went on his knees and started to suck me and not much later both of us. After a while Ron said ‘change!’ And I started to suck them. I really had to take care of my gag reflex. ‘Do you like rim?’ Asked me Ron. ‘Fuck yeah it’s one of my favourites.’ He nodded and Juan bent over taking his cock in his mouth and offering his amazing ass. A little but visible practiced pink hole looked at me from the black fur. I started to luck it and fucked it with my tongue deeper and deeper. Finally I was literally eating his ass. Juan was moaning loudly. Ron was continuously commenting what was happening: fuck yeah, eat his ass, make it wet, stretch his hole. And then he said: lube it. I understood. Ron continued: fuck yeah bareback him, fuck this bitch hard, he loves that. And I did. ‘Easy, easy’ whimpered Juan. But Ron stuffed his mouth soon with his cock. Next order: bent him over to the bed. I followed the instructions and continued to fuck Juan. Ron stepped onto the bed above Juan and pushed his cock into my mouth. When it was fully covered with my saliva he came down and stepped behind me. I stopped for a moment but he ordered me to continue and pushed a bit lower and then I felt his cock. He wasn’t slow and I saw stars for a second but then the double pleasure came. Ron bent over to my ears and whispered: do you want to try Juan’s cock too? Sure thing fuck yeah’ I replied. ‘Fuck him babe, but no mercy’. They positioned me to my back, Ron climbed beside me and grabbed my legs, pushed them back and spit on my hole. Juan lubed himself and shoved his cock inside. He started to fuck me mercilessly. I was crying for a minute when Ron stuffed his cock in my mouth again. He worked on my throat, his younger husband on my hole. ‘Do you want Juan to breed you?’ ‘Mhm’ I could answer only this. ‘Breed him’ Feed this slutty hole’ Ron pulled his cock out and pushed it into his husband’s mouth. Later he pulled out too and pushed Juan’s head to me. We started to kiss while Ron climed down to fuck his husband. We who were fucked were moaning loudly. Then Ron came back and yelled at Juan: give it to him. And Juan became faster and harder and louder and then he exploded. He shot in me 5 or 6 huge loads. ‘Do you want to come?’ Asked me Ron. ‘Fuck yeah’. Ron turned to Juan: ‘ fuck out of him’ and then back to me: ‘beat it’. Juan continued to fuck me and I bate my cock like a crazy while I was forced to suck Ron. Then I came covering my chest with a crazy amount of cum. Ron did the same covering my had, neck snd chest. We were all panting. ‘Clean him’ Ron ordered Juan. Juan started to lick all the cums with his tongue. ‘Don’t swallow give it to him, but you also mustn’t swallow it’. ‘Now kiss each other and kiss me!’ Nad we closed the session with a nice snowballing. While I was dressing up they asked my plans and surprisingly they were surprised that I wanted to go to 321 Slammer. They said they had to work next day but they would sleep well after this amazing fun. I left the resort and went directly to the 321 Slammer with a huge amount of cum in my ass. I was curious if I could have sex there or I would leave disappointed. Ron and Juan told me that Sunday nights Slammer is full. According to my experiences, more the people more the picky ones and I don’t like it. It was something incredible I experienced there. It was full but the 80-90 % of the people wasn’t picky. They wanted sex and they got it. Including me. I wish I could record everything right there and right then. But I hardly could realise what was happening with and more precisely in and on me. I fucked at least with 20 guys but all together I had sex with 30-40. It’s needless to say when the first guy’s finger felt the cum in me he wanted to add his own. And it triggered the number which resulted approximately 7-8 doses more. And then I didn’t count the cums I swallowed or got on my body. I had sex with every type of guys. Tall, short, toned, slim, bear and chubby, white, latino, black, asian. Young and older. Top, bottom and versatile. Hairy and smooth. One of my best sex adventure ever. I arrived at 8.30 pm. Started to have sex in 10 minutes and when I checked the time it was 1.30 am. I hardly had breaks. And one more additional turn on for my kinky personality. The 90% of the sex happened in rooms where everything was visible. Having sex while watching others and being watched is one of my biggest turn on. The clear evidence that although I arrived after I had come I bred three guys and came two other’s mouths. I have never could six times come during a sex adventure. When I left the place I was satisfied mentally, physically and emotionally too.

Yesterday at Sauna near to me. I had seen a guy sucking cocks at glory holes , but he had a towel firmly wrapped around him , cute , tight little body and ass. And a little tramp stamp above his ass. Carried on and fucked another couple of random asses. Saw the cute guy again in a mattressed area on his knees sucking a guy laying down, his ass fully exposed. i gently ran my finger along his slightly hairy crack. I was expecting my hand to be brushed away but no , I quickly lubed up a finger with spit and worked it in , no complaints and even a little moan. I started to lick him , long licks to start with - ending up me pulling his cheeks apart and going in deep and wet. As soon as I could feel him relax and loosen I mounted him slowly but firmly until I was balls deep. considering I must have been his first fuck of the day he took it like a champ - backing on to me , moaning and wiggling. iI hadn’t come for a few days so was able to keep rock hand and kept fucking him till I loaded him right up with my hands around his waist pulling him on to my cock so that my load was as deep as possible. A great bb fuck

“I’m ready to be yours” Buzz said still down on his knees “And Jeff’s” Mike added Buzz nodded then he looked at Hank again “I want a chance with you but I realize that I need to do some growing up as well. I want to be as good a man as you are.” Hank’s eyes softened a bit and he said “Mike can help you find who you really are but what you do with that is up to you” “Ok. we need to talk then. Alone” Mike said pulling Buzz up off his knees and pointing to a chair opposite his favorite one “Sit” Hank headed upstairs and Jeff went into his “Office” which had a collection of every game council known to man from Atari to the Steam Deck and thousands of games most of which Jeff had never played. “I need to make sure you understand what you are agreeing to.” Mike started. “Yes, if you prove you are worthy I will let you date Hank. I’m not guaranteeing this will be successful and the future of your relationship will be decided by me. Don’t think I’m going to be arbitrary about this. You will need to make Hank HAPPY. Make him want to be with you. But all that aside this is going to start with building a relationship between you and I that will continue no matter how things work out with Hank. You are making a lifetime commitment to Jeff and I. Hank tells me you have the best agent you could have and great people managing your money. I would never intrude into those areas” “Except he can never play for Mathisburg” Came a shout from the “Office” as Jeff spouted his hatred for his favorite team’s division rival who had prevented Jeff’s team from making the playoffs every year while Jeff was growing up. “I hate the Corn Shuckers! I will NOT own a Shucker” Mike and Buzz both laughed. “I hate them too. No worries there” Buzz shouted back Mike walked to the office door and closed it, a muffled “Spoilsport” coming from the other side “Seriously though, you are committing to me making every other life decision for you. You have a different personality from Hank though depending on your personal growth there may come a time when I allow you to disagree and even argue with me but in the end you will abide by my decisions. You can keep going the way you were. You have the fame and the looks to walk through life on your own terms but looks and fame are transient and I think once they faded the way you were going would lead to an empty, lonely, shallow life. Understand. We would be committing to you as well. I said family and I meant just that.” “Life decisions, submission and cosmetic control of your appearance are non-negotiable but during our “Getting to know each other phase” you CAN say no to things. You just need to really consider WHAT you say no to. Does it make you uncomfortable or is it a hard no you could never see yourself doing. I’m personally not comfortable being fucked. never have been but when I stopped being selfish and let Jeff top me it changed and deepen our relationship and our level of trust. One of my hard limits is eating ass. I know a lot of guys love it but I won’t do it or let it be done to me by a mouth I am ever going to kiss again. Just no…” Mike said with a shudder “I accept that you will have hard nos too. You need to be able to tell me without fear. You also need to tell me what makes you uncomfortable because that’s where I will take you. I admit I am a sadist. I will never injure you but I enjoy causing physical and mental pain. My goal is not to damage it’s to take something you hate and turn it into something you crave from my hand.” “Hank submits easily and naturally. You are different. You will need reminders. In this house you will refer to me as “Master” and Jeff as “Sir”. You will know we trust you if we allow you to use our names again someday” Buzz had been nodding throughout this “Yes Master” he said “There is one more thing” Mike said “This may be a deal breaker and I understand if it is. I will let you walk out and maintain a friendship with Hank if he wishes it.” “Go on” Buzz said “I am HIV positive and unmedicated. If you stay I will fuck you regularly. I will not use a condom and I will not pull out when I cum, ever. I will deliberately infect you with HIV and you will accept my right to do so.” Mike said looking directly into Buzz’s eyes Buzz looked stunned but he didn’t jump up and walk out “I don’t want HIV” That made Mike’s cock twitch sensing prey “Taking my cum is non-negotiable” Mike said firmly “Is this something I can think about?” Buzz asked “No” Mark said “If you stay I will breed you within the hour” “Hank has HIV?” “Yes. I gave it to him personally but like you I gave him a choice before I did” Mike watched as the man who was probably the most famous athlete in the world right now struggled with it. The thought of infecting this man with a virus he didn’t want but willingly accepted making his cock rock hard. “I have always been a top. I’m an anal virgin. Will you take it easy on me Master?” Buzz asked in a meek voice “Of course Boy” Mike said with a smile of victory on his face. They gathered in the Livingroom to witness Buzz’s submission everyone fully dressed except him kneeling naked before Mike It was time for Buzz’s first real test. “Crawl to me, take out my cock. Kiss it then put it in your mouth. You are going to drink my piss. They watched the play of emotions on his face like a little war then finally “Yes Master, this makes me very uncomfortable though” he said as he crawled to Mike “Drink every drop” Mike ordered as he let his stream flow A surprised and sour look crossed Buzz’s face but he swallowed and managed to choke down most of it. Mike admiring the perfect body of his new trophy and the way his blond chest hair stood out against his tan skin Jeff tossed a black sheet over an ottoman that looked suspiciously like the one from their original penthouse suite, leather straps attached to the legs and all and Mike directed Buzz to lay over it, hold the straps and not to let go “You accept that I am going to cum in you and infect you with my pox seed?” Mike asked “Do I have a choice?” “You can stand up, get dressed and walk out” Mike said “No one will stop you” Finally “I don’t want it but I accept your right to infect me Master” Buzz said Mike didn’t ask again, kneeling behind him he started to work his bare unmedicated cock into the top player in professional sports at this time using only precum for lube Mike was as gentle as he could be but he still enjoyed the grunts of pain his cock was causing, even more he enjoyed the slight tremor of fear that shook the athlete’s body. “Shhh Baby Boy, just accept it. You belong to me now.” Mike reached under, finding and twisting both Buzz’s nipples hard. “ I’m going to infect you. You were born to be infected by me. There's no stopping it now. My virus is taking over your blood. My HIV will be in you forever sealing you to me. Marking you as mine. NOW!” The he threw back and moaned as his toxic cock blasted wad after wad of virus and cum into the Championship game’s MVP for the first time. The next couple weeks Jeff and Hank entertained each other while Mike concentrated on Buzz breeding him three and four times a day. Frequently pissing in him after the breeding was done or making him suck him clean and letting him drink it. Buzz adapted to his new life like a fish to water. Mike had called a friend to come out and he had very professionally pierced both of Buzz’s nipples showing him how to care for them as the wounds healed Mike worked for hours on a tattoo on Buzz’s left butt cheek. Beautiful block letters with highlights and shadows that spelled out the word “Owned” After a month Buzz found his devotion to Mike growing. The way Mike pushed him to the edge but never beyond. The savage brutal sex that Buzz didn’t just endure he matched Mike blow for blow demanding more to the point their sex looked like a wrestling match with Mike always winning. Then Mike would hold him and praise him saying how proud he was at Buzz’s progress and new found self control. Buzz was a new person because of Mike. Two months in Mike decided the issue of Hank and Buzz was kind of moot. Weeks ago he had issued a general rule that anyone in the family was free to have sex with any other family member if both were willing and they all knew Buzz had the OK to try to win Hank. More and more he found them together Buzz laying on Hank’s chest often calling him “Daddy” as Hank surprisingly took the more dominant role from the bottom. Neither Hank nor Buzz shirked their duty to Mike. One day Jeff walked out to the pool to find two muscle asses on display. One a paler tan covered in dark hair the other a tanned olive tone with blond fuzz covering it. He walked over and added the option of a slim hipped smooth bubble butt and Mike spent an enjoyable afternoon playing “switch a hole” giving each a load of cum eventually. The day before Buzz had to fly back east to report for camp Mike was called up to the bedroom and waked in on quite a sight. Hank on the bottom being fucked by Jeff. Jeff in the middle getting fucked by Buzz and Buzz’s ass waving seductively in the air before him. He didn’t resist. They were all his. Four men bound together by love and lust and a virus. Buzz signed his new contract., expertly negotiated by his agent. The Team’s decision to give a rookie a one year contract costing them big time. The next day he called a press conference and in no uncertain terms came out of the closet. The world exploded. The state the team was located in had an anti discrimination law covering sexual orientation so the team came out in full support of him because they had no choice. The offensive coordinator quit in protest though and they offered the job to Hank who after long discussions with the family took it “This is something I am good at” Hank said“ It’s something I can do and do well and it’s something I love” Hank signed his new contract expertly negotiated by Jeff's lawyers. The next day he called a press conference, came out of the closet, announced that he and Buzz were engaged. almost making Buzz faint and then run up on stage to hold his fiancé and the Buzz continued that if Buzz thought this would make Hank go easy on him he better think again Buzz visibly swallowed and the entire room laughed at his meek “Yes dear” Some offensive players on several other teams made comments all sounding something like “I’m going to flatten that little queer”. 5 of them forming what they called “The Avenging Angels” and places bets on who would sack Buzz more but the offensive line Hank put together that year became a legend. Nicknamed “The Stonewall” they became the first offensive line in history not to allow a single sack from the beginning of pre-season to the end of the Championship Game and the “The Avenging Angels” became “The Impotent anger” Jeff and Mike bought large private house in the team’s home town and the adventures continued.

I commented on this topic before but this subject does not have to be so "horrid" as it sounds. Father/Spn combinations have been something I have done in the past and will continue to do so in the future. If the father is pushing 50 and the son is in his mid-20'a, who am I to judge? I have been having sex with the father for years, and when he bought his son (very much an adult) who am I to judge? His son was there because he wanted to be, and he and his father never touched each other, it was all about me. What's wrong with that? To be frank, there were plenty of bottoms that would have said "why not", and if the father was not so honest, I might not have known. Big deal, so they were related, they weren't having sex with each other, they were having sex with me, so who gives a damn? I didn't.

Arriving and next day the adventure stared First day (10 March) So, this is my first US trip’s sex diary I try to share with you all the details but in terms of tourist adventures and also of sex adventures it was a real flow experience. I arrived at the states on Saturday late night and I was so exhausted because of the long flight that I fall asleep soon. Even though I wanted to start my sex journey. I spent 15 days there, and there was only one day when I didn’t have sex and only two days when I had only one. Sunday I accommodated myself in my apartment (Little Havana, Miami) and started to hunt. I bought US esim, so finally I could join sinffies. I must tell that sniffies is the best application I have ever had. I set it showing I was hosting and validated my location. After some pointless conversation a early forties poz guy full of tattoos and piercings texted me saying he wanted to fuck with me back and forth. I had to wait for them almost an hour and I was sure that he would disappear but he appeared. We didn’t waste our time, he was on his fourth soon and my tongue was deep in his hole. He turned back after a while and gave me a blowjob. It’s needless to say I wanted more. So I pushed back him onto his back. He understood, so he grabbed his legs and spread them. I pushed my cock deep inside and started to rail him. He asked me to be slower. Honestly I started to feel bored after ten minutes, I needed a raw fuck. So I became aggressive again. He was moaning loudly asking me to stop. I pulled my tool out. I saw something in his eyes, which told me he was ready for revenge. Within a catch eye he positioned himself behind me and tossed me onto my stomach on the bed. He didn’t wait a second he was in me and gave it back. Haha, maybe he didn’t know, I love to be railed and destroying my hole just gave more pleasure. He fucked me for a while when he said: Sorry couldn’t cum but please breed me. I am a polite guest in a foreign country where I am hosted, so if anyone local ask me, I must accomplish it. I ordered him on his four and without any hesitation I pushed my cock inside him and started to fuck him aggressively again. Then both of us were moaning loudly. I yelled at him to beg for my load and repeatedly said he wanted me to breed him. And then my cock exploded. He jerked his cock like a crazy and started to come so quickly that I couldn’t jump on it. But I had enough time to get it and swallow the majority of his seed. He left soon and I headed to find something for lunch. My work (originally I visited the US because of business) started only in the evening, so I was ready for an afternoon adventure. Go back to sniffies. Some conversations again when I found superhot 50 years old latino daddy. Silver beard, hairy chest, well-toned shape, bubble butt. He also had nice thick and huge cock but unfortunately he was only bottom. On the other hand he was looking for a fister. Here I am. I not only love to fist but I am a well-experienced fister and according to the feedbacks I don’t do it wrong. I call a Lyft and was there within 30 minutes. He stayed a fancy apartment house, where only the residents could enter except one of them call the receptionist to let the visitor in. So, it was a bit difficult to reach him but when I did an amazing adventure started. He was totally submissive, however he continuously drove me. Which is especially important regarding fistfuck. Fistfuck is an extreme sensation (at least for me) but l it’s not only a game, it’s a fine art. He started the play with sucking my cock and after a while my turn came to start his hole’s stretching. I started it with fucking him, first slowly but then I was getting even faster. When I felt that he was loose enough, I changed my cock to my fingers. I was going on slowly but surely, step by step. After a while he was ready for my fist. It lasted for 30 minutes when he asked me to punch him. He also asked to bust his balls in the same time. We changed the positions, the intensity and the additional fun. We played for one and a half or two hours when both of us had to leave. Honestly, I felt that his pussy was so shored that he wanted to finish. We started to bait our cocks and finally I came into his mouth.

I was planning on making a live blog today on my hunt taking loads being face down ass up in our house while my partner is out but there were connection issues here 😞 the good part, I took 17 loads total today and they all used my hole so good! the last fuck (before my partner gets to use my cummy hole when he got home) was the boy, who wanted to try using my hole after it took multiple loads and open wide gaping. All the men that used me first fucked my hole, dumped a load, had me clean their cock tasting the cum and my ass juices, some pissed on or in me and left me till my next visitor repeated the actions. When my partner came home he laid me on the sling, fisted my hole hard, made me push out all the loads for him to play with, fed it to me and then dumped 2 more loads in me before calling it a day.

“We really don’t need them” Jeff said to Mike. “Your contract was only for the one album and mine is up in 30 days. The only thing they do for us that we can’t do as well is distribution of hard copy formats and we could contract that out or just go completely digital” “It’s the same with the studio. Now that I’m done shooting the sequel.” Jeff added They had sat down with their money manager/financial planner to review where they were financially. If neither of them ever earned another dime besides the royalties that already had coming in they could not spend it all in three life times. “We also Don’t have anything left to prove” He was rich in his own right without Jeff, though they mostly combined everything now.. Mike had three Grammyphones and Jeff had a total of five from this year and before. Mike had been approached by a five time Tommy winning director/producer and now the songs from the album along with several more he had written as a boy and young man were being adapted into a Broadway musical as well. “”I don't want to retire but I’m tired of having to ask them when I want to do something. They could have turned me down when I brought your music to them. I never want to be in that position again. Besides they don’t really care one way or the other about Gay Issues. It’s just fashionable and profitable to be on our side now” “What do you think of this offer?” Jeff asked It was from a smaller company wholly owned by two gay men. They didn’t have the global reach of the current company and they were not offering as much up front but they were offering a much higher percentage of sales, complete artistic control and they had some interesting and unique marketing strategies. “We want to do Gay Music for Gay People and if the rest of the world likes it all the better” the offer concluded “I like the offer and the thought of total artistic control” Mike said “I will have the lawyers check them out then” Jeff said A couple months later they signed with "Rough Rider Records" and got to work. Their first single. "Give it to me", got banned from radio play in several southern states so naturally it went viral. It’s throbbing beat and more than suggestive lyric playing in every dance club and gay bar on earth and the video breaking “MeTube” quickly becoming one of the most viewed in history featured Jeff and Mike in black and white on a white stage dressed in leather and latex and not bothering to hide the bulging attributes in Mike’s pants on the special “Adult cut” you could only see on adult sites. The Lyrics went: (Billy) I want you. Young and fresh Teach you sins of the flesh Take you. Make you, set you free Blow your mind, Give it to me (Mike) Pretty boy on your knees Open wide. I won't say please Taste me. Touch me, You’ll believe That you should Give it to me (Billy) Find True love? Aww that’s sweet. His first too? It won’t be First time? Be mine. In the sheets Chaste no more. Give it to me (Mike) You should now. No don’t think It’s not love, It’s just kink Be safe? Bareback? We will see Take a risk, Give it to me (Both) It’s your choice, Yes or no There’s no wrong way to go Live life, Be all You can be Take control, Give it to me “Are you really going to release a song about taking someone’s virginity?” Buzz asked when they played it for him. “Mike wrote it and he’s an expert wouldn’t you say?” Jeff laughs slapping the larger man on the ass “This is true” Buzz said with a grin Mike’s hometown had exactly one hotel. A 45 room retreat for hunters and fishers that while rustic in decoration was one of the best rated small hotels in the country. The next nearest hotel was 70 miles of twisting mountain roads away. Somehow Jeff managed to book all 45 rooms for a month “To make sure we have rooms for all the guests”. Then he had mercilessly dragooned everyone they wanted there into promising they would be. Hank and Buzz would be in the wedding and the entire offensive line who were frequent guests at the house tagged along. Luke and Cathy came up to the hotel after Jeff quashed the idea of a camping trip. If it did not involve air conditioning Jeff was NOT camping. Cathay and Jeff became instant best friends and fell to wedding planning. The kids played by the lake shore with seven hulking football players acting as life guards and diving platforms. Luke sat in a lounge and said “Come here” to Mike who, shaking a little, sar as instructed in front of Luke leaning back against him as Luke wrapped him in his arms holding him close. Cathay looked over catching Mike’s eyes nodding with a warm smile. “I wish I had had the balls to do this when we were younger. I’m not sure either of us were mature enough then. You do feel good in my arms though” Luke said kissing his hair Mike searched back through his memories “You know? This is all I ever wanted from you. I have never once had a sexual fantasy about you. I just wanted you to hold me and love me” and something that had been broken in Mike for a long time started to heal. “I’m glad to hear that” Luke laughed “Remember I saw you in the gym shower. Even if I swung that way there is just no way” Mike heard Cathy giggle and ask Jeff “Is he really that big?” “You have no idea” Jeff replied “ But this feels right, something that should have always been. I’m going to store up holding you as much as I can while you are here” Luke said “I need it as much as you do” Mike glanced over at Jeff and Cathy who had identical expressions on their faces. Smiles and tears then he felt a wet drop on his shoulder and realized Luke was crying too. Luke and Mike talked for several hours catching up on everything then Mike heard a voice say “Michel Henry Baxter, This is all very sweet but don’t you think it’s time you introduced me to your husband?” Only one person in the world ever used his full name. “Mom!” Mike said scrambling to his feet and hugging her tight “Don’t break my ribs Son” She said laughing “You must be Jeff, well of course you are it’s not like I have not seen your picture all over everywhere for years” “Hello June. it’s nice to finally meet you in the flesh” They had talked on the phone a few times but had never met. “I thought you were in France! Is Raoul here?” Raoul was the French man she had married after leaving his father. After Mike had grown up they had moved back to his home “No but he sends his best wishes. I do have to tell you your father is in town staying with Garry.” she said with a frown Mike blanched “What is that asshole doing here?” “I’m not sure. I saw him driving in out in front of Garry’s house” she said “I hope he does not think he is coming to the wedding. He is NOT invited” Jeff said hotly. He knew why Mike hated his father. “He would only show up to cause trouble” Mike said “Probably,” June said. She had left the man over his treatment of her son “Any way. On to happier things" and she sat down with Cathey and Jeff, the three as thick as thieves “Cathy is incredible” Jeff said that night in bed after they made love “Not many women would let their husband hold another person like that, so intimately” “”You are just as incredible for allowing it Babe” Mike said kissing him “I have more practice seeing you with others though Luke is the one person I would prefer you never sleep with. He’s the only person I think you love as much as you love me.” Jeff said honestly “In a totally different way maybe” Mike admitted “And I love you more. I survived without Luke I don’t think I could without you” “Good answer” Jeff murmured kissing his husband back About a week later Mike was taking Jeff into the local diner to treat him to “The best sandwich in the world” in his opinion not reacting in any way as they walked past his father sitting in a booth “You’re not even going to say hello?” came the voice from behind them Mike kept walking but Jeff’s hand on his arm stopped him “You have to deal with him. I prefer it not to be at the wedding” and he guided Mike back both of them sitting across from the man “Hello Melvin” Mike said “I’m your dad, can you at least call me Mel?” the man said, wincing. Melvin was short and stocky with a pot belly. He could not look less like Mike if he tried “What do you want?” Mike asked “Son, I have been so wrong, I never meant to hurt you" “Bullshit” Mike said “You spent my entire childhood telling me I ruined your life. Who tells a 5 year old that he had had a paternity test done to make sure I was his?. That my mother was a slut who trapped him into marrying her because of me. If mom had not dumped your ass the first time you hit me I probably would have killed you by now. Every time I saw you after that you bitched about your child support and you spent my teen years calling me a dirty little fag” “I was jealous!” Mel snapped “From the day you were born your mother loved you more than she loved me! I could tell even as a baby you were going to be better looking than me! Then you turned out to be gay and you just went with it like it was something to be proud of! You didn’t have to pretend tp be someone else and marry some girl to make your parents happy! I’m sorry! You have to forgive me eventually though” “No he doesn’t” Jeff said calmly “You have to forgive me is something bad parents say to wipe away what they did and evade the consequences. You were the adult. You knew better. You took your petty little feelings on someone who could not defend himself. Now you are implying that you are gay but that just makes it worse.” “Why don’t you let my son speak?” Melvin shot back “He’s pretty much expressing my feelings Melvin” Mike said coldly “Then there is the question of why now? You have years to try to make things better. Why now? I know you traveled quite a long distance to be here now when you knew Mike would be in town. I have had my people look into you occasionally since I met Mike. Could you be here because your son is a wealthy man now? Maybe because you owe some very nasty people a lot of money? Maybe you think your wealthy son can make your life better?” Melvin looked stunned “How did you know that?” “We have good people Melvin” Mike said “They are going to kill me” Melvin said “How much does he owe?” Mike asked Jeff and Jeff told him “Wow we spent more than that on jet fuel last month. Let’s go get you that sandwich” and he stood walking towards the counter. “Wait! Are you going to help me? This is apparently chump change to you!” “If I had those guys number I would call and tell them where you are” Mike said over his shoulder. “I’ve got it!” Jeff said as he followed Mike “Maybe you should leave town Melvin” Mike was right, it was the best sandwich in the world. Mike and Jeff more or less behaved themselves in Mike’s home town, Hank and Buzz didn’t. There were about 6 guys in their early 20s ti 30s who hung out at the lakeshore. Over the month they were there all six ended up being the meat in a Hank and Buzz sandwich. Each convinced that he was the only one. They would breed Hank and Buzz would breed them. That was the deal. One day they had four of the six guys in bed at various times. The wedding took place on the last day of summer. That high in the mountains the trees were already turning and the evenings had a cold chill in the air. Mike stood looking at the man who had so totally changed his life wondering how he had gotten so lucky. Jeff returning his gaze echoed his thoughts. They said their vows over the soft sound of both moms crying before everyone in the world who mattered to them. Laughing latter as Jeff’s drunk dad flirted with a straight but very polite offensive lineman. Mike’s father was conspicuously absent. Jeff and Mike flew Mike’s mom home and spent a week in the south of France (That adventure coming in a future chapter) then returned home to find bags and bags of mail in the front foyer. “What’s all this?” Mike asked Jeff looked at a few “Apparently its letters from fans wanting to ‘Give it to us” Mike groaned

Part 47: Graham Broken In (Will's Perspective) "I said yes." “Yeah, you did!” Peter shouted. He ran over and hugged me, kissing me. I could feel his hard cock against my own. Is he ever not horny, I wondered. “I’m so happy for you.” “Thanks,” I said. His hands ran down to my ass, squeezing. “I’m so happy for my daddy.” “Peter!” “I’m not going to stop,” Peter said, moving to Dom. “Does that make you my grandpa?” “Call me that, and I’ll make more than your ass bleed,” Dom warned. They all congratulated us. “So, is this just a wedding announcement, or are we going to fuck?” Doctor Wade asked, unbuttoning his shirt. “We’re gonna fuck,” Dom said, pulling his shirt off. “Boy,” he pointed at Lewis, “your ass belongs to me now and forever. It’s time I remind you.” “Yes, Sir,” Lewis said, stripping down. He looked at me and smiled. "I guess we're kinda like brothers." "I guess we are," I told him, admiring his overwhelming enthusiasm. “All the rooms are unlocked,” Doctor Wade said. “No cameras are on in the building, so run around naked and fuck until you drop.” He walked over to Ryan, looking him over. “This man says you’re an impressive fucker,” he said, looking to Graham. “I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing this up close, and as your doctor, I do require personal exams.” “Whatever the doctor wants,” Ryan said, following behind Wade. “You, too,” Wade said to Pastor Kline. “Graham can’t be the only man to experience the Kline sandwich.” “It’s our specialty,” Pastor Kline said, following Wade and his son out of the room. “And what about you Graham?” I asked. “After hearing Ryan talk about Mr. Flanagan’s gifted cock,” Graham said, looking Peter over, “I’d like to see his cumming abilities up close.” “You’re not ready,” Peter teased, “but I’ll happily wow you.” Graham smiled. “But, knowing you’re the man with the potent, toxic cum,” he said, looking to me, “I want you to take a turn on my ass.” “I think the three of us can manage,” Peter said. “But let’s get a different room. This one is going to get out of hand.” I looked back and saw Dom holding Lewis, his cock already inside the young man’s hole. Lewis had his legs wrapped around Dom’s waist, Dom’s hands stretched out, holding him in the air. Dom’s muscles flexed, showing how strong he was. He was using Lewis like a fleshlight, merely an object to fuck, merely a hole to fill. Dom would consider him the model of the perfect faggot. “That’s right,” Dom said, slamming his cock deep inside Lewis who cried out each time. “Take this fucking monster cock!” “Fuck me, Sir!” Lewis cried. “Tear my hole to pieces.” “It isn’t your hole anymore,” Dom told him. “This hole belongs to me. Peter may have found it first, but I’m the man who claimed it. Got that?” “Yes, Sir!” Lewis moaned. “That’s a good faggot.” I followed Graham and Peter out of the room, passing the one Doctor Wade, Ryan, and Pastor Kline had entered. Pastor Kline was lying on an exam table, already naked, his hole on display. “Doctor,” Pastor Kline said, “I think I’m ready for my injection now.” “You’ve got it,” Wade said, naked himself, showing his muscles. “But I’ll need a little help from my assistant.” “Whatever you need,” Ryan said, already stroking his cock to life, fresh toxic precum dripping down his hand. “Let’s see if I can’t help you inject my father’s hole with toxic jizz.” We entered an empty room, similar to the others. There was an exam table at the center, but I noticed that on the walls were pictures of pregnant women. I realized what this room was primarily used for, and I smiled. “You say I’m your daddy,” I said to Peter, walking to the exam table. “That’s not how I look at it.” “How do you look at it?” he asked, Graham watching us. “I impregnated you,” I told him. “You’re carrying my baby inside you.” “Am I?” Peter asked, his hand moving from his bulge to his stomach. “You knocked me up?” “Sure did,” I said. “And I think it’s time for your examination. Get on the table.” “Yes, sir,” Peter said. He stripped off his clothing, revealing his hard cock and the ring hanging at the tip. “That’s a nice PA,” Graham said. “Thanks,” Peter said. “It used to be my wedding ring.” “Fuck,” Graham said, his right hand reaching over to his left, feeling his own wedding ring. “I’d love mine in my cock. I pulled on the underside of the table, revealing stirrups. “Let’s check on that baby growing inside you.” Peter put his legs into the stirrups, giving us a good view of his cock, balls, and hole. “What do you think?” he asked. “Looks good to me,” Graham said, stepping forward, his hands running along Peter’s legs. They moved along his thighs, his right reaching down to his hole while his left moved to Peter’s hard cock. His wedding ring hit against the ring in Peter’s cock. “How’s that feel?” “Fucking great,” Peter said, pinching his nipples. His cock was already leaking precum, coating Graham’s hand. “Did you already cum?” Graham asked, slowing his pumping. “Just leaking pre,” Peter told him. “Fuck,” Graham said, admiring the amount. He released Peter’s cock and inspected his hand. He looked down at Peter, making eye contact, and licked his hand, his tongue stopping on his ring. “Fucking delicious.” Peter moaned, smiling. “Don’t stop. Jerk my cock. Fill my hole.” Graham turned and looked at me. “Are you ready to knock my ass up like you did his?” “More than ready,” I said, pulling my shirt off. Graham and I stripped down. I was completely naked, but Graham stood before us in lace panties. They were black and hugged his ass, making his ass look as if it was sculpted from marble. Ryan was right. This man’s ass was incredible. “You like?” Graham asked, noticing my leering. “What do you think?” I said, looking down at my hard cock. “Holy fuck,” Graham said, staring at my monster. While there was lust in his eyes, there was fear on his face. “8 inches,” I told him, grabbing my cock, squeezing so a bead of precum dripped out. I caught it on my finger and held it out to Graham. He leaned forward, my finger slipping inside his mouth. He moaned, my finger slipping out over his lips. “How’s that taste?” Graham smiled. “Tastes potent,” he said. “Tastes like everything I’ve ever wanted.” “You better be sure,” I told him. “As you just heard, this cock converts men into toxic whores.” “Sure does,” Peter said, reaching down and feeling his own hole. “Fuck, your strain runs through my body. You’ve made me into this horny, perverted slut!” “You’ve always been that man,” I told him. I looked at Graham, seeing that his fear was gone. “I just intensified what was already inside you.” I stepped closer to Graham, his cock hard, hitting against my own. “What about you?” I asked. “What kind of man are you?” “I’m a cheating faggot cumdump,” Graham said. “And I need you to infect me.” “Then let’s go,” I said. “Suck my cock.” Graham knelt to the ground, slipping my leaking cock into his mouth. Fuck, he knew what he was doing. Having just met the man, I knew almost nothing about him. Had he fucked men before he met Ryan? Has he always been a bottom slut? Has he always wanted to be pozzed? We were about to find out. “That’s right,” I told him. “Fuck, your mouth is incredible.” As Graham sucked me off, I leaned over between Peter’s legs and started sucking his cock, filling my mouth with his copious amount of precum. What I collected I spat in my hand and used it to lube Peter’s hole. “Fuck,” Peter moaned. “Open me up, daddy. Oh, I mean, sir.” Peter’s cock was drowning me in precum, and I could feel myself coating Graham’s mouth. “That’s good,” I told Graham, pulling my cock out of his mouth. I had some of Peter’s precum in my hand. “Turn around,” I told Graham. Graham turned around, showing me his incredible ass once again. It looked incredible in the lace panties. I used to watch porn where women dressed like this, taunting men with their big, juicy asses. Now, I had a man with just as much meat. He pulled the panties down, revealing his puckered hole. Even though Ryan had been fucking Graham for a few weeks, his hole still looked tight. “Beautiful hole,” I said, smearing Peter’s cum over Graham’s ass. As I did, I stuck my finger inside his hole, holding him still as he bucked. “If you’re going to take my cock, you’re gonna need to open up more.” “I know,” Graham said. “But I won’t be mad if you make me bleed a bit.” “Oh, you’ll bleed,” I told him. “And it feels great,” Peter said. I got four fingers inside Graham’s hole, his body adjusting. I loved feeling his ass, massaging the firm muscles. He clearly took great care of himself. I leaned forward, burrowing my mouth into his hole, tasting him. “Oh, fuck!” he moaned, reaching out and grabbing Peter’s legs. “That’s it. Keep going.” I pushed in further, feeling his ass cheeks against my own cheeks. He was truly cleaned out. There was hair around his hole, spreading out to his cheeks. When I was done, every hair was stuck to his skin, plastered by my spit and Peter’s precum. “Let’s get going,” I said, leaving Graham’s ass. “You fuck Peter, and I’ll fuck you.” “Another sandwich,” he said. “Well,” I said, grabbing his ass, “when you’ve got the meat…” “It’s time to stuff this meat,” Graham said. He moved between Peter’s legs, his cock slipping between his cheeks. “Oh, fuck yeah!” Peter moaned. “Keep going, fucker! Fill my ass!” "The patient needs a deeper examination," I told Graham. “Fuck, you feel incredible!” Graham moaned, his hands running over Peter’s body. “You feel better than my wife’s pussy.” “Every man’s ass is better than any woman’s pussy,” Peter said. “I wouldn’t know,” I told them, aiming my cock at Graham’s hole, my hands grabbing his ass, pulling his cheeks apart. “I’ve only ever fucked strong, tight, male ass.” “And I can’t wait for you to feel mine,” Graham said, shoving his cock all the way into Peter’s ass. The panties strained around his cock and my intrusion in his hole. I loved the feeling of the lace on his body, so delicate, so strong. “Fill my ass!” Peter shouted, his cock jumping, large streams of precum dripping down his shaft. Graham scooped up the precum, filling his palm, and licked it clean. “How’s that taste?” “Delicious,” Graham said, licking between his fingers. “It tastes like testosterone. Like masculinity.” “Damn right,” I whispered into Graham’s ear, slamming my hips into his ass, bottoming out, and causing him to cry out. “FUCK!” Graham cried, his cock slamming into Peter’s hole. His chest heaved, head tilted back, mouth open wide. Peter gasped, his cock shooting out ropes of cum, covering his entire chest and stomach, several shots covering Graham. “What the fuck!” Graham said as he came down from his momentary high, watching as Peter came. “Did you just—” “Cum?” Peter asked, gasping. “Yeah. Sure did.” “And he’ll be ready to cum again once you are,” I told Graham. "Milk him for all the cum you can. He never runs dry." "So far," Peter said, catching his breath. "But I'd like to test that theory." “So, what do you say?" I asked. "Are you ready to fuck more cum out of him?” Graham looked down at Peter’s cum-covered body and smiled. “I sure fucking am,” he said. Graham pulled off my cock and slammed into Peter, fucking himself as he fucked Peter. His ass felt incredible on my cock, milking me with his muscular ass. My hands ran up his back, feeling the muscles, admiring how they moved as Graham fucked his hardest. I was in love with Dom, but I could see why someone would fall in love with someone like Graham. It was easy to see how women fell for Graham and why Ryan had fallen for him. Once he was pozzed, he’d convert dozens, if not hundreds, of holes with ease. The same with Peter. Two married men who wanted something more, wanted to live their lives on the edge, using their cocks to convert. They wanted to live according to their temptations, just as I had. Look where it brought. I was a poz top, converting men into the pigs they've always wanted to be. It was my true calling. Dom had made me into this man. No, Dom had brought out the man who was already inside me. “Fuck,” Graham moaned. “You’re hitting my prostate.” “Mine too,” Peter said, his cock leaking again. “I’ve got to milk everything I can out of you,” I said, fucking his ass harder. I loved getting the chance to fuck a new ass. Graham’s, while not a virgin hole, felt incredible. “I’m jealous Ryan gets to play with you all the time.” “I’ve seen your man,” Graham said. “He looks even better than me.” “Dom is great,” Peter said, breathing hard, hand pumping his cock. “but you’re a god in your own right.” “I just can’t wait till I get a chance at him fucking the shit out of me.” “He’ll love filling you,” I told Graham. “Just like I am now!” I slammed deep inside his body, erupting my toxic cum into his guts. “Fuck, yeah!” Graham cried out, grabbing Peter’s legs. “Milk me!” Take my neg load!" "Take my toxic jizz!" I shouted, holding Graham's body close, feeling his muscles moving as his body ridded itself of his inferior cum. “Oh, shit!” Peter cried, his cock erupting once again. His cum shot like a geyser, reaching high in the air, splattering on his body and all over the exam table. “Fill my hole. Breed me!” The three of us cried out as we came, filling holes with cum, neg and poz. Peter’s hole milked Graham’s cock as Graham’s cock milked mine. Our cries died down, the room smelling of sweat and cum. Graham fell forward, landing on Peter’s body, covering himself in Peter’s cum. I pulled myself out of Graham’s hole, watching as pink cum leaked out. “How does it look back there?” Graham asked. “Looks good,” I said, shoving a finger inside, rubbing the cum around his hairy hole. “How’s it look on your end?” Graham looked down at Peter who smiled. “Looks fucking great.” Graham leaned forward and kissed Peter, tasting the cum. "Looks like you've all had a good time." We turned and found Dom standing in the doorway, his cock still inside Lewis's hole. Cum ran down his legs, proving multiple loads had been given. "It's always great breaking in a new hole," I said, slapping Graham's ass. "Welcome to the brotherhood," Dom said. __________________________________________________________________________________________ This was an unexpected chapter, but I assumed you'd want a scene at the doctor's office. We'll move into the final chapters next, tying up whatever ends that exist. I'll try to leave some things open just in case I want to come back to this story, but I'll try to give you something like a conclusion. I'm still considering spin-offs. Not sure if I want multiple or one that contains whatever stories I might want to tell. Who knows. For now, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Till next time.

Met up with a daddy BBC the other morning. Got to his place and he had me start sucking him. Then he told me to get on the bed and lean over the edge so he could throat fuck me. After deep throating his cock for a bit I rode his cock and got my first load. He kept fucking me, pulling out out occasionally to tease my hole and fuck me with his thumb. He told me his load was leaking out. He kept fucking me in a few different positions but wasn’t able to get a second load. I went home and met up with a DL Latino dude. We’ve been talking for awhile and have never been able to meet up. He got to my place and has me suck his uncut cock until he was hard. Then he fucked me doggie style before dumping a big load in with the load that was already in my ass. He got dressed and left. I was leaking the rest of the day 😈.

VIII. Surrender What a difference an hour makes. A haughty man, of proud nature and imposingly mature physique, had been humbled – his muscular resistance crumbling to the irresistible allure of the Brothers’ insistent sexuality. The “reverend” was changing religion tonight – his false Christianity no match for the power of the Brothers’ creed. For the Dark One captures men’s souls by first seizing their cocks. The unwilling Recruit, newly resigned to his fate, stood facing the High Priest in a posture of defeat – shoulders drooping, eyes cast downward, wincing with each crescendo of the Initiation Chant that swelled once again through the ancient arches and pillars. The man’s impressive cock, which had responded so resoundingly to the ritual attentions of four alluring young Acolytes, was cowed and shriveled, shrinking back as if to hide in the folds of his pendulous scrotum. The Brothers recognized this reaction – not unusual in the initial phases of a Conversion, when a man still recoils from his inevitable Transformation. Not all recipients can be of the rare breed that eagerly seeks and praisefully embraces the Gift. While there is a special pleasure for the Brotherhood in inseminating willing recipients, even those who initially rebel will come in due time to acceptance and joy. The Brothers, for all their power to conquer, are merciful, and do their best to put a new Initiate at ease, whatever the circumstances. This man was alone among strangers, and as such the four Acolytes who had seduced him were the closest he had here to friends. Hence they now assumed their role as patrons and sponsors of his Baptism – godfathers, to use the Christian term. They flanked the man, two on each side, offering a tender hand on a shoulder, a gentle stroke of the back of the neck, a soft word of encouragement. He still bristled but it was clear that their touch brought him a measure of comfort. The five stood facing the altar as the Priest recited the familiar liturgy, demanding the Initiate’s assent to ascend to Membership, renouncing his former Status and embracing the Insemination that would forever mark him as a Man of the Blood. Here began the Ritual of the Test, which the reader will remember from Chapter I. It proceeded in much the usual fashion – the swabbing of the man’s saliva, followed by the twenty-minute interval during which he was to pass the time by swallowing Brotherly cock. His four young companions played their role with compassion, allowing him to approach cocksucking in the prim and tentative fashion typical of a man new to homosexual acts. The man’s metamorphosis to full-fledged slut would come soon enough. It must be admitted that the two Guards committed a slight breach of protocol, presenting their own cocks, gently but insistently, for the man to taste – for the brutal intimacy of their earlier struggle to subdue his valiant resistance had inflamed in them a powerful desire to possess him. Despite himself, the man welcomed their presentation, gobbling (if that word can be used for his fumbling, novice technique) their formidable endowments while the four Acolytes stood patiently aside. The time elapsed in due course and the Swab revealed its tidings: HIV-negative, an expected but not inevitable result (for those men who rage most insistently against the evils of Infection often enough harbor a hypocritical secret). The Priest, assured that the man’s blood was pure and prepared for Sacrifice, administered the final Oath. "Dost Thou now freely and willingly, knowing there is henceforth no retreat, no regret, offer up thy Status in exchange for full Manhood and entry into the dark Brotherhood?" A hush fell upon the hall as the chorus abruptly halted its insistent chant. A lengthy pause – how many minutes cannot be said, for time seemed suspended as all held their breath in anticipation. "I do," uttered a small and chastened voice. The Chapter Room erupted in cheers and applause – startling the Recruit and prompting the Priest to raise a chiding hand. The Brothers regained their composure and resumed the chant. Now his companions left his side and the man stood alone and naked before the altar. With a nod from the Priest, a burly Brother stationed in a shadowy corner of the Sanctuary engaged the winch that lowered the Sling to its anointed place. He stepped momentarily to its foot to make a trial thrust of his crotch, ensuring that the device was at a comfortable height for fucking. Taking their cue, a scrum of Brothers broke their ranks and surrounded the Initiate, raising him to their shoulders with hearty cries of “Congratulations!” He was hoisted into the Sling and, with a faint show of feigned struggle, strapped down. He watched wide-eyed as the Priest approached, knelt, spat on his anus and thrust his turgid tongue deep within, endowing it with a slick, viscous coating. All the while the Novice Brother, still basking in celebration of his newly achieved Status, had been intently watching the proceedings from his place of honor. Abandoning the pretense of modesty, he allowed his robe to fall open, displaying his cock, already at a pinnacle of throbbing erectness – and the proud new Biohazard that seemed to glow with its own inner light, a searing symbol of the young man’s new potency. The Priest nodded in his direction and he rose and approached the Sling to fulfill his duty. The young Brother’s body, seized by a power beyond his control, lurched of its own accord toward the fresh, exposed rectum. His cock, as if wrenched by the Dark One’s own hand, bore into the warm, moist hole and found its home deep within. The Initiate, gripped at first in terror, was shocked at how naturally his body opened to welcome the unfamiliar sensation of penetration. In mere moments the Novice was overcome with a supernatural spasm and a river of bliss poured up from his toes and down from the top of his head, flowing through his body and rushing out of his cock, bestowing the most bountiful ejaculation of his young life and overflowing the guts of the surrendered man. The Anointment that the eager young man offered that night was a coveted treasure: freshly poz semen with a viral load of more than two million. This first fuck by a newly infected Cock is the pinnacle of power. The supine man gave a glimmer of recognition that he had undeservedly been bestowed with a rare blessing, and his face betrayed for a moment a flash of peace and gratitude. Meanwhile the Novice, spent from his ceremonial duties, staggered back and withdrew his manhood, collapsing into the arms of the Acolytes. The Ritual had reached a climax, but the night was far from over. For the Initiate now faced a terrifying but exquisite trial, one he must endure alone. Without so much as a chant, the Brothers formed their lines and retreated from the chamber. The Acolytes extinguished the torches as they withdrew. The final steps echoed up the stairs and the heavy door slammed shut, its iron lock clicking home. The sanctuary fell into a deep blackness. As he lay alone in his bonds, the man’s heart pounded. He felt a low rush as the room took on a dank and stifling air – with an unmistakable hint of sulfur.

Second day (11 March) Next time I was full of official commitments all day. I finished around 6 pm and decided to go to hunt. I grabbed my phone, opened sniffies. I didn’t want a simple one-on-one fun, I was eager for a restroom cruising. At home, I only had light oral fun in restrooms but I wanted to fuck there. Thanks to the sniffies, I found the Mary Brickell Village FedEx restroom. I decided to go there. It was a wise decision. Everything happened just like it does in the movies. We stood at the urinal with a sexy, bearded thirty something Latino(ish) guy, started to jerk, then we reached over and he started to suck me. But we kept getting interrupted, so we went to a secluded restroom (as I realized later that was the real close-to-FedEx restroom). The Latino was giving a good blow job, and then he started to suck me when a young black guy came in. Then two of us were sucked by the Latino, and soon I was sucking them. And when I was sucking the black one, the Latino guy pulled my trousers and boxes down, spitted in his hand, made my hole wet and pushed his cock in. Then he started to fuck me, and he was doing this until he came. OMG my first restroom breeding just happened. I couldn’t imagine that it was real. Then we went outside, but both of us went back in again several times, for a second round but every time we were interrupted. But slowly everything eventually calmed down and he started to fuck me again. Then another black guy came in. He only was watching this, but he didn't do anything but watch. But that probably made it even hotter. Not only for me but the Latino guy as well. And damn he bred me again. Amazing feeling, I was bred twice within an hour in a restroom. Then I tried again, but it didn't work, so I started walking home and that's when a Cuban guy texted me on the sniffies. He was versatile and wanted to have sex very eagerly. He said he needed my cock. I told him that I would be top with pleasure because I already was fucked twice and I had two doses in me. Then he became more excited and said in that case he would fuck me first. He asked me to wait for a while, because he had to clarify with his friend if he wanted to visit him. Because we could meet only when he left. But not much later he texted again, I could come. He stayed far from me, but after a 20 minutes drive by Lyft I was there. As it started, it was a sensual fuck. First we kissed and pampered each other, gave to each other mild nipple play, etc. After that he pushed me down to my knees and made it obvious that he wanted to suck him. He was a black Cuban guy with all the stereotypes about the cock size. I sniffed my poppers deeply and started to accomplish the challenge. My saliva was floating everywhere but made his cock slippery enough. Then he ordered me to the bed and I could feel his tongue. After he rinmed me thoroughly, his fingers came. One, two, three, four, five. And finally his cock. Poppers, poppers, poppers. He was very gentle but only in the first couple of minutes. Then he started to fuck me. I was crying but in the same time was in the heaven. He fucked me long. When he (!) needed some break. Then he said, his friend texted him that he would arrive within 10-15 minutes. Should I leave? - asked him. He replied: Fuck no, he also wanted to fuck you. Fuck yeah it was a great day. His friend, a Latino hairy guy arrived right from the work. The host went to prepare himself and I started to talk with the friend while he was undressing. He had an exciting mansmell. I felt that because my face was in his hairy and sweaty armpit soon. He praised me how nice I sniffed deeply his armpit smell and licked it soaked. Not much later I repeated it with his pubes. Soon, his cock was in my mouth. Then the host joined us. I sucked both of them. After that they spit roasted me for a long time. Only their positions were changed from time to time. Once when the host fucked me, the friend went behind him and started to finger him, then fuck him. After a while we changed the positions. They finished my usage and the host started to suck the friend. I positioned myself behind him. Started to eat his ass and then fuck him. He was so loose that I fisted him for short time. Then the friend said he needed to breed me, jumped behind me and deposited his load. The host said we had to finish because it was late and everyone seemed to be tired. I assumed I had to dress up but he said before I leave he wanted to add his load to his friend’s dose. So he gave me a quick last fuck and while he was moaning he filled me with his seed. Fuck yeah, it was my second full day, and I was over two fistfuck, fucked with five guys, was bred four times. I hoped, maybe guessed that my visit wouldn’t be boring but I never dreamed it would happen. Especially not right in the first days. And then I didn’t know yet that it was only the beginning (even if some days would be less busy).

PT 2 I was ready to continue, but I had commented on one of the guys profiles on here because he was poz, not taking meds.. Apparently I offended him for his desire to happily spread disease so I got a warning from admins of this site.... no consideration taken about the fact that he offends me by happily wanting to spread disease. I will happily fuck and be fucked by guys who are poz but undetectable because they are taking meds. But why try to spread HIV by knowingly and actively not medicating? Not taking meds offends me and every other guy who is doing the 'right thing' and I get a warning? Sorry guys, I cannot cointinue my story on a site who aggressively attacked me and gave me a warning for telling a guy that by not taking meds and Shame on you Breedingzone. I shall just continue to post my stories under author name 'Ben Dover' on Amazon Kindle. And kudos to all yoiu amazing guys who are poz but are taking care of yourselves by taking your meds and being responsible...happy fucking, and shame on you Breeding Zone for supporting the opposite!!!! If BreedingZone give me an apology for their one-sided discrimimation ( I offended him, how about the fact that he offended me and all of you out there doing the right thing) then I will continue the story. Otherwise.... Block me. All my mates with HIV say there is nothing romantic or arousing about being poz, and by supporting a guy or not taking meds but happily fucking around is disgusting.

Quick one while visiting family for a few days. They live in a quiet area of the UK, so it's nice to get away for a few days. Hopped onto Grindr, just to see who was about. Anon profile messaged asking if I wanted a late night meet, as he wanted to eat ass, nothing else. I thought "fuck it" and said where I'd be. Drove to the spot, saw a car pull up a few mins later. I walk to the path by the trees and he follows. A while later, I'm stood in the rain against a tree having this guy rim me for all he's worth before he asks if he can fuck me. I push back, and he quickly gets his cock out to push into my well tongued hole. Only a quick fuck (it was raining!) but he came fast, and we walked back to our cars. 2 days later meet a school friend for lunch with her family, I barely react to her husband knowing I met him briefly a few nights before......

Come on fuck me I whispered really quit which nearly nobody could hear but the man kissing me. What did you say, he asked and I answered louder fuck my virgin ass. I will fuck your virgin ass, the man standing at my ass shouted and started pressing his cock against my assmuscle. But the muscle did not give in first. But in one moment he surpassed it with much speed and his cock forced into my ass. No, stop, oh my god, I cried as it felt as everything was torn apart in my ass. It hurt so much, I could not imagine. He stopped and the man next to me gave me some more poppers and kissed me, that it will be better in some moments. Really I asked him in tears, really he told my. And the fuckers pulled his cock out of my ass and Lund his cock and my ass again. And then he put his cock again against my asshole and pressed again. And this time with really less effort his cock went into my ass. Oh fuck, I said. But this time it did not hurt but is was an unbelievable feeling his cock generates in my ass. Inch by inch he pressed his cock deeper in my ass until he was completely in and his head balls pushed against my ass. I was full of poppers and so was emphasizing every second. He started fucking me hard from the very beginning and I enjoyed every of his single hard strokes. Your so thought, he moaned, and was again speeding up fucking me. He moaned louder and louder and his ohs and ahs get more and more intensiv. Fuck I am coming he yelled and suddenly he pushed his cock 5 6 7 times very very deep and hard into my ass and I felt that he was pushing his cum into my ass with every stroke with every pulsation of his cock. His warm cum was pushed so deep into my guts and at that moment I really felt so good. he pulled his cock out of my ass followed by lots of cum, which left my quite open asshole. No virgin anymore, he said and came to me and my face and told me to clean up his cock. I will do but please put my legs down I asked him. He laughed and told me. Hey boy look around here and I saw nearly a dozen of men stroking their cocks and at that moment knew, that is really was not over yet. to be continued

Not my strongest effort. I may have to break this off into another forum if the lady-folk get involved. Would you guy likes to read that? 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 outings. They often invited outsiders to play. We immediately volunteered. Our “seed” was getting planted deeper and deeper around town. After that Saturday afternoon with Jason. I found myself spending more time with Jason alone at the request of Amy. In reality, I did not mind, with him having an 8 inch cock and all and within a few weeks. The inevitable happened, he came down with the “fuck flu”. It was so hot to suck his cock and take his deadly seed while he was burning up with fever and shaking with the chills, but his sex drive was so strong. He just had to fuck one more load into me. I tried to assure him that he just had a bad case of the flu, but he insisted on going to the clinic on campus. Once he was there they gave him a full panel of test and within the hour. He was given the news he was poz. He took it rather well. He was told there was a rash of new cases with several strains. He had the dominant or parent one and he was asked for a list of his sexual partners. He glanced at me, and with a wink he told them he had several anonymous high-risk encounters and he was sure it was one of them. The doctor, a hot young intern, chided him a bit, but when no one was looking slipped us his card with a note that read, “I want to hear more about your ‘anon’ friends - call me”! I got hard right then and there in the ER with Jason shivering from the flu and this young doctor. h/e adjusted his cock through his khakis and I swear it looked huge. My mouth watered. He said he would be right back. He excused himself, said something to the nurse, winked at me as if telling me to follow him. So when he left the room, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I followed the doctor into an empty room. He locked the door behind me. He put his hands on my shoulder, and I dropped to my knees on the hard floor. He fished out his stiff hard cock. I gobbled down his 9 inch monster cock while he talked dirty to me. “I bet you are the ‘anon” cock your friend got? Aren’t you” He emphasized by shoving his hard cock down my throat, making me gag a little. I gurgled an affirmative. He went on to tell me that they have had 12 cases with that strain in the last month alone. He grabbed the back of my head, shoved his cock down my throat, came like a horse and exclaimed “I want ITTTTTTT”. I cleaned his cock off for him. He told me to call him soon and set it up. I followed him back to the room where Jason was getting the lowdown of the latest HIV drugs, but the doctor rushed her out. He downplayed her little talk, and sent us on our way. He gave us a wink, and tossed the paperwork in the trash. Jason had a million questions as we walked back to his house. I called Amy and Andy to meet us at Jason's house. I tried to fill in the blanks, but wanted Amy to hit the broad strokes. Jason was agitated by the time we got to his house, but me sucking his tainted cock seemed to calm him down. He came like a rocket filling my eager mouth and he slept for a few hours before Amy and Andy got there. Jason recognized Amy right away and saw the resemblance tween the two siblings. “You”, he shouted at Amy “had this done to me?” “I…we, set you free” she carefully retorted. “How” Jason begged? Amy went on to explain he was free to fuck any person in the world now without thought, Her logic was sound. Though Amy herself was not poz herself yet she reminded us with a wink (another story another forum) Jason still feeling pretty sick, but horny as fuck from listening to Amy got naked and told me he anted to fuck me while Andy bred him as long as Amy watched. We all agreed. I was naked in a second and on my back with my legs in the air waiting for Jason’s big deadly stinger. He just spit on his cock and aimed it for my well fucked hole. Andy climbed behind Jason and with sweat wiped from Jason’s brow lubed his cock and piled drived Jason’s hole. Amy disappeared into the background. We fucked as a unit for nearly 20 minutes with Jason filling me with his tainted load and Andy filling Jason with his. We all laid there in a post-fuck glow. I could tell Jason was strategizing. “Penny for your thoughts?” I asked. “Just thinking who I want to go after first.” He replied. I told him about the interaction I had with the doctor and how Andy, Amy and I had eyes for the other two people in his throuple picture and his swinger group. He told us the swinger group had strict testing protocols and that he was likely out of the group now, but when Amy heard that. She took it as a challenge. She assured him she would get all four of us past the testing phase, “Now let’s call this doctor of yours.” she said with a sly grin. More to cum

I spent the long weekend in Key West. So I will talk about my adventures there in one post. Here you are. Sixth day (15 Friday) I don’t want to make you bored but the trip to Key West was an amazing experience. I borrowed a car (anyway the agent was hot AF but he wasn’t too nice, and I wasn’t brave enough, so I put my ass into the car and not onto his cock) and drove through the motorway. Driving in the middle of the Atlantic is priceless. I stopped many times, so the normally long 3 and a half hours long drive lasted the double. The hotel was nice, typical Key West building. I checked in, found my room and occupied it. I just dropped my stuff on the floor and immediately went on the sniffies. I just started to map the folks around me when a late fifty bearish guy texted. He was riding nearby and was eager a load. I had doubts but he was very convincing. He arrived soon and just stepped in when he went immediately onto his knees, tugged down my shorts and took my cock deep into his mouth. He gave me a so intense blowjob that I was getting close to come. So I stopped him. He stopped and stared at me with a devilish grin. I assumed he would turn back and pull himself onto my cock. But he tossed me back onto my back. I had no time to think over what would happen with me when squirted some lube onto his cock and he was deep in my hole. I was surprised but it’s needless to say that I enjoyed it. He fucked me intensely but after a while he stopped, pulled his dick out and started to suck me again. That’s enough, I said, jumped up, bent him over and started to eat his musky ass. Grabbed the lube, he understood the sign and sniffed from the brown bottle. I shoved it inside without hesitation. I decided to fuck him without interruption until I could deposit my all day load. I fucked him quite long when I felt I was close. ‘Do you want my load’, I asked him. ‘Fuck yeah breed my hole. Fill up my poz hole with your neg load.’ Okay, that was the key word. I exploded inside. ‘Welcum in Key West’ - he said and sent a grin. He grabbed his stuff and turned back. ‘I hope we’ll meet soon’. I hope so - I replied. Any idea for places to visit. He mentioned some but he especially offered One Saloon with Cock Shock at Friday midnight. I went to explore the town and after a short sightseeing I headed to On Saloon. It was only 11 pm and almost empty. I was surprised and curious if it would be full. And yes, nit much before midnight it was full. I wore shorts and t-shirt but seeing the crowd and some undressed guests, I pulled down my clothes and stayed in a jockstrap and harness. I grabbed my glass and positioned myself into the middle of the crowd. I pointed out a guy earlier, we had the eye contact so I hoped we would have something. I stood in front of him with my back. He said I was really cute and started to smear my ass. He said that he hoped I would participate in the competition during the cock shock. This program is very funny. There are more events, e.g., sexiest guy under 40, sexiest guy above 40, sexiest hairy body, most beautiful balls, most beautiful soft cock, hard cock. The guy encouraged me to participate in it and his finger touched my hole and was inside soon. The sexiest above 40 was the next. Only one guy applied for it so I followed the guy’s advice and joined him. Finally we were three but a sexy bear won not me. I wasn’t disappointed because I was sure that I would win in another event. And it came, the most beautiful balls. And fuck yeah I won. I was happy because I hoped it would be payed off with some sex. The hard cock event was exciting, especially the fluffer part when volunteers tried to suck hard the cock. Surprisingly they weren’t too successful. After the even, the majority of the guests left, but a couple of guys went to the dark room. I found myself soon in the middle of a small circle sucking cocks. After a while I stood up offering my hole. After that I was fucked while I was sucking dicks. Two guys came into my mouth. Luckily at least one bred me. Seventh day (16 Friday) Next day I spent my time with sightseeing and exploring cruising spots. Unfortunately the latter one was not successful because I was the only one there. In the evening the guy texted me that he wanted to repeat. He hosted and invited me. When I arrived he said he wanted us to fuck each other. And we did. We spent together two-three hours and continuously fucking each other. We changed the positions trying many. Finally he said that he wanted to pay back and started to fuck me hard. Then he said now my poz load is coming to your neg hole. And then he stated to deposit his poz load in me. After a short chitchat I left but I was still horny. So I went back to one saloon. It was almost empty. Behind the dark room was a patio where people can have sex. A hobo sat there and an older guy was riding on him. Both of them looked bored but the situation was horny so I pull my cock out and started to bate slowly. When the bottom finished I went closer and could realise that the hobo had an impressive tool. I started to suck him. I exposed my ass so he could play with my hole. When he felt the cum in me, he turned me and pulled onto his cock. I rode him until he added his load to the poz one.

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.”

I have been bicurious my entire life, but I was only ever really interested in girls until my early 20s. I always had a girlfriend, but when she and I split, I started exploring my curious side. I started watching gay porn, and soon I found myself more interested in guy on guy videos than with a woman involved. I never really acted on the impulse and probably pissed off a few guys on Grindr during my experiental stage, but I never did meet up with another man. It was just dirty talk and gay porn. One thing in particular though was bareback videos, I really enjoyed watching them. It was probably due to always wearing a condom with girlfriends and one night stands in the past, but getting fucked by another man looked so raw and risky that I found it extremely hot. I would watch some guy getting fucked on the screen by a group of guys, and always wondered what it would feel like to have cum shoot up my ass. Could I actually feel a man cumming inside me, or would it just get really wet? I desperately wanted to feel it, but after a quick and scary search on STIs on google, I knew I would probably never have the courage to actually go do it. That left having a relationship with a guy, but truthfully my gay feelings leaned more towards the more carnal side and I really didn’t want any of the baggage that comes with a relationship. One night I was jerking off watching a video showing a cum dripping hole getting bounded in a gangbang. Fuck it was hot, there were multiple men all jerking their cocks waiting to fuck this guy who had barely any time to breath around the cocks invading his mouth. I watched a hairy chub add his load to the others before navigating away fom the page, browsing through other videos, the more riskier the better. Finally my eyes fell upon a video called poz me up, and the thumbnail showed a guy with a biohazard tattoo. It was incredible, the perfect POV where the bottom was fiming, and the video started with the top fisting his cock making the bottom beg for his load. The top then spit on his cock and viciously rammed it inside the bottom’s ass and started thrusting deep. I jerked my cock furiously as I watched the video unfold. This young man, with his legs high in the air, moaned as he took the hung cock in his ass. The top started vocally anouncing he was about to cum and the bottom cried out begging for the charged load. I groaned as I shot cum all over my stomach watching the top’s cock suddenly have a white foaming coating that was growing with every thrust. I felt a rush of euphoria imaging myself holding the camera and I took some of my cum from my stomach and started smearing it on my hole. I pushed it inside with a finger as I watched the top slide his cock out. As I massaged my hole with my own cum, for a brief moment I admit, I wanted to take a charged load, I was jerking off almost constanly afterwards to bareback videos, always listening to the bottom’s moans as they were getting pounded, and one night I just had enough. I wanted to get fucked, and I was horny enough that I didn’t really care by whom, I just needed my cherry popped. After about 5 minutes on Grindr I signed out and I googled the city I was in, and gay entertainment. Almost immediately an advertisement came up for a sex party that was happening that night in the local bathhouse. I was intrigued, and GPS told me it was only about 15 miles away. I pulled out on the street, following the directions on my phone to the bathhouse, and about 10 minutes later I made the last turn onto the street. Driving past there were only regular store fronts, so I parked my vehicle on a side street and ducked around into the back alley. Sure enough I could see a number of men smoking in front of a nondescript doorway leading inside of a building. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I walked towards the doorway, turned the door knob, and stepped inside. There was a long staircase leading up which I ascended slowly feeling my hesititation building. As I got to the top, I came to a teller sitting behind a window next to a closed door on her phone. “$21 please.” he said boredom creeping around his voice. I quickly paid and stepped through the door, accepting a towel, combination to a locker, and a condom from the teller. I walked into the locker room, and quickly undressed. There were a couple of men hanging around, one completely naked and my eyes went to his semi erect cock. It looked to be around 7 inches, thick, and uncut. I wanted to go over there and suck it, but was nervous and decided to do some exploring first. The place was quite busy, and I could hear the sounds of sex coming from doorways as I walked down the hallway. Quick glances inside would show guys bent over getting pounded by other men, and their moans created a chorus as I walked past. This was really happening, I was in a bath house surrounded by gay men, and I was only wearing a towel. My cock already started to get hard in nervous anticipation. I could start to feel eyes upon me, and I swallowed my nervousness hoping I didn’t stand out like a sore thumb. I entered a main room full of men talking, it looked like a social area and I wondered how to break the ice. I have never been to this club, but judging from this crowd, tonight’s party seemed to have a large turn out. I started to turn towards the bar when saw a cock sticking out of the wall in an adjacent hallway full of guys. It was a big cut cock sticking out of a gloryhole awaiting attention, and now I couldn’t resist myself. I walked over, knelt down, took it into my mouth, and started sucking it eagerly. I rolled my tongue around its head before relaxing my throat and taking as much of it as I could before gagging. I coughed a little and refocussed on its head, sucking its tip feeling the owner flinch at the sensation. This was the first cock I had ever sucked and I started stroking as I knew I liked it while my mouth focused on its head. Suddenly I felt hands on the back of my head pushing me deeper onto the cock and I fought the urge to gag. The cock started thrusting down my throat, and I was held in place by whoever was behind me. Soon I could hear the guy grunt on the other side of the wall and his cock swelled in my mouth. He thrust it forward and started pouring cum straight down the back of my throat. I had only tasted my own cum before, and this man’s was no different. A slightly salty and coppery taste, but delicious nonetheless. Mercifully the hands left the back of my head and I was able to back away from the gloryhole, slipping the cock out of my mouth feeling it drain cum in my mouth as I withdrew. “You’re a good little cocksucker aren’t you?” a guy said walking up to me and jerking his cock. My first taste to cum made me want it even more, and I could feel my cock straining beneath my towel. I opened my mouth showing him the cum left in my mouth before swallowing it, “I do want more.” I informed him. His answer was to take me by the back of the head and feed his cock into my mouth. I let him face fuck me till I put my hand on his shaft and start stroking him and swirling my tongue over its tip. Another guy came up to my left presenting his cock, and I took it in my other hand while I continued to suck the first man. I alternated my mouth to the newcomer’s cock and felt someone pull my towel away, and a finger started probing my ass. I obediently spread my legs and came up of my knees presenting my hole to the stranger, and he massaged it while pushing against my sphincter causing a little bit of pain. “You’re tight.” came his voice from behind me. I took a cock out of my mouth long enough to mumble back, “I’ve never been fucked before.” “Virgin bottom?” the guy who’s dick I was sucking on asked, “I take it you’re here to change that?” “Mmm hmm...” I said around his cock in my mouth as butterflies started to form in my stomach. “Lets go then.” he said and he took his cock out of my mouth and started walking further down the hallway. I followed him, weaving around the gathered men, and nervously stared at his nude backside suddenly realizing I had left my condom back at the gloryhole. It didnt look like he had one either, and I suddenly felt certain he was planning on not wearing one. Holy fuck this was risky, but my nervousness was also lined with anticipation, I wanted this bad, and I stayed close to him as he turned a corner and opened a door. He led me into a room that had a bed in the corner and a sex swing in the middle. He started to push me towards the bed before stopping. “You wanna try the swing tonight?” I felt a quiver of fear move up my spine. Random men, complete strangers, was this what I truly wanted? If he put me in the swing more men might fuck me, and my mind went to one of the many gay porn videos I had watched. The good little bottom in the swing, the top who’s fucking him, I had jerked off imagining myself in this exact position, and right now the rush I was pulling me past the point of reason. Whatever would speed his cock inside of me was okay with me. “Sure.” I replied after a few seconds’ pause. “Okay lets put you in then.” It was a little awkward at first, but soon I was lying back in a swing with my feet up and my ass presented. He tied my hands to my feet which concerned me but soon I stopped caring after he knelt down front of me and started licking my asshole. The sensation of his tongue rimming me was amazing, and slowly but surely he was able to squeeze one, then two fingers inside around his tongue’s attention. I could see him jerking his cock and soon it was rock hard. He took some lube and smeared it on my ass and his cock before probing my hole with its head. And then it happened, with no condom on, and no protest from me, a stranger slid his bare cock into my ass. I could feel a bit of pain as my hole fought its entry, but little by little I could feel it slide in with each push he made. Soon though the pain started to subside and I felt my asshole relax. He started to fuck me deeper and deeper, the swing providing no resistance to his thrusts. Involuntary gasps, grunts, and moans started escaping my lips as I could feel his cock invading me. I decided to squeeze his cock with my sphicter, and he grunted in respnonse and started to pound into me harder. The sensations I could feel were amazing, and and were heightened even more so by seeing his bare cock thrusting into me. It felt so wrong, and [banned word], and i was revelled in the debauchery. I didn’t even know this guy’s name who was fucking me right now, yet I wanted to feel his cock erupt in my ass. By his pace he was close, so I moaned out. “Cum in my ass, breed my fucking hole.” He grunted through clenched teeth and thrust all the way inside of me. I could feel his body tense and suddenly an intense warmth started flooding my bowels. I could feel his cock spasming and I moaned in pure ecstasy, revelling in as much sensation as I could. I felt so full and sated, and the warmth seemed to course through my whole ass. I had my eyes closed when I felt him pull his softening cock out of me and I was about to say something to him when suddenly I felt a different pair if hands grab my legs and a narrower and smaller cock slid into my cum leaking hole. I opened my eyes and saw that a skinny guy with tattoos and pierced nipples was now fucking me. I looked around and realized the room was suddenly filling with guys. An orgy of sorts was breaking out on the bed across the room, but it looked like the sex swing was soon the main attraction as I saw guys watching stroking their cocks. I couldn’t believe how distracted I had been but I guess my moans had garnished attention from the hallway through the open door. Suddenly a cock was thrust into my mouth and I knew I was about to be the cumdump I had seen in many gay porn videos. I knew I had made a mistake, but I was also pretty helpless to stop what was coming. I had let the first man bound my hands, and there was nothing to stop all these men from fucking me. I was terrified, but I couldn’t deny I was thrilled at the same time. That sense of freedom I had felt before watching that pozzing video flooded back into me. There will be a later, but right now the reckless act I was partaking in was unbelievably hot. I moaned and closed my eyes focussing on the cock that was in my mouth and not the big group of men who were about to have their way with me. Soon enough I heard the tattooed guy grunt and thrust forward and shoot his load into me too. I couldn’t feel his cum spraying my bowels that time, but I could definitely feel how much was now inside my ass. A guy I had been sucking took his place at my hole, and another cock replaced him at my mouth. He was a muscular white jock with a big dick and he was jerking his cock furiously. He came up to my hole and started to shoot his load all over it before pushing his erupting cock inside and fucking me. I could feel his cock spasming during his thrusts, and when he pulled out he walked back to me and made me suck his cock again rubbing its juices across the other two cocks already at my mouth. It seemed to be completely drenched in cum, and I could barely taste any trace of my ass as I cleaned all 3 cocks with my tongue. When the next man replaced him, a heavyset man wearing a wedding band, he was able to slide his medium sized cock in without any real resistance. He fucked me in fast strokes, his hairy belly rubbing on my cock with each thrust. He was breathing hard by the time he buried his splurting cock in my ass, and called he called me a ‘dirty little cum slut’ as he emptied his balls. What had diverted most of my attention during that time though was the cock that had been thrust in my face. I had tried and failed to deepthroat it, and I felt a fair amount of apprehension when it left my mouth after the married man had finished cumming in my ass. It was attached to a large muscular black man, and it had to be over 10 inches uncut and thick. He lined up with my hole and without remorse or concern grabbed my thighs and buried his elephant cock in my ass. I cried out as it felt like I was being ripped apart inside, and he fucked me harder and more brutal with each thrust he made. The pain suddenly turned to incredible pleasure when he changed his angle, and his cock started hitting a spot deep in my ass causing my moans to exho throughout the room. All the attention I had been giving to the cocks in my face ended, and I could only spasm in ecstasy while being impaled on this monster cock. He started making loud grunting noises with each thrust he made, and his cock kept hitting that area creating a pressure deep in my ass that I could feel reaching towards a climax. Soon it became more than I could take, and I moaned loudly, eyes bulging wide as I felt my body release. Soon my cock started spewing cum all over my stomach and in my throes my ass squeezed his cock, which felt like it was all the way up into my throat. His he started to pound me harder, viciously ramming his cock in my ass before grunting loudly and flooding his cum inside me. It felt like forever that he kept pumping into me before he was sated, afterwhich he ripped his cock out of my stretched and abused hole and turned around. Dazed, I stared blankly at his muscled back as he walked out of the room, and I could feel a thick wad of cum leak out of my ass and drop onto the floor. My body, still reeling from his monster cock, was given a reprieve when the next man left my mouth and thrust his skinny cock into my ass. It almost didnt register but slowly I felt my hole constricting to this new cock size and my mind could focus on my surroundings again. More men seemed to be coming in and checking out this room, and stealing glances when I could at the bed, it seemed there was another very vocal bottom who was also collecting loads that night too. My view though was quickly obscured when another cock was thrust into my face awaiting my attention. I closed my eyes and emptied my head of thoughts, and time started to blur. For the next half hour or so I lost count of the number of loads I took, but soon I offered no resistance and was simply a hole for the men to blow their loads into. I would stare blankly at the guy attached to the next cock fucking me and I’d clench my sphicter randomly which seemed to always make them cum faster. I was still enjoying each load I took, but this was turning into a marathon and I wanted to do anything to shorten the line of cocks still waiting their turn. Finally, after I was covered in sweat, and almost shaking, the last man pulled his spent cock from my mouth and his load pooled on my tongue. After all the cocks that night, cum had lost its taste, and I swallowed it almost on reflex. I closed my eyes enjoying the break I had earned, and remained motionless as I listened to the man walk out the door. My head was buzzing and my ass felt swollen and sore. I did a test push with my sphincter and felt more cum leak out of it. How many loads did I take? I honestly couldn’t remember. Once the dizziness subsided, I looked around. I was still in the swing and pondering how to get out when I saw another man enter and close the door behind him. He was a tall, skinny man in his late 40s or so, and he grabbed my head and stuck his pierced cock into my mouth. I sucked it feeling it start to grow to its full 7 inches and marvelled at how thick of a gauge his PA was as my tongue explored it. It was a big metal barbell with a sharp pointed head on it, and I could feel it rub heavily on my tongue as he throat fucked me. My eyes however were drawn to something on his stomach below his naval; I could see he had a biohazard tattoo. He took his cock out of my mouth and walked around inspecting all the of cum that had accumulated on the dark floor under my presented asshole. “Well isn’t this an interesting scenario?” He smirked, jerking his cock. “you couldn’t stop me if you wanted to.” Hanging in the swing with my legs in the air and my hands tied, I didn’t seem to be in a position to argue. “You’re POZ.” I said more to myself than to him. “Think I’m the first one?” he asked “But yes I’m highly virulent.” ”What does that mean?” ”It means take I take no meds, my seed is as toxic as they come.” He almost boasted I shuddered, reality setting in. This was that one video I had jerked off to incarnated, and that same feeling of curiosity returned. If what he said was true anyways, I may already had been fucked by someone else who had HIV, but this was affirmation with someone who revelled in the fact. It terrified me, but still I felt my cock twitch. This was a, ‘left turn down a dead end alley at 90 miles an hour‘ move, but somehow I couldn’t deny, that at this very moment, I wanted it. To get fucked by such a man was insanity, yet despite my best judgment, I felt like I was already past the precipice. His cock seemed like the abyss, and I was already inside, so what was the point of stopping now? Christ what was I saying, this is insane! The whole situation was already surreal, I had been fucked already by so many random strangers, I had to admit I was already past the brink. And now, if I took his poz load, I’d never feel such a rush again in my life. “.....Okay.” I said in a quiet voice. ”You’re sure?” He asked “Yes.” I said eyeing the tattoo. “Then get me hard again then you little slut.” He said putting his cock back in my mouth. I sucked it and I felt a sense of fear hit me as I felt his cock stiffen fully in my mouth. His thick piercing made me think about its sharp head inside me and what damage it could do. This was insane, and I felt a quiver of fear when he pulled out of my mouth walked around and pointed his bare cock at my hole. It was at that point I changed my mind, holy fuck theres no way, and I opened my mouth to tell him to stop. My words however died on my tongue when I cried out instead from the intense pain of his piercing sliding into my ass. The sensation I felt made me think of that big black bull who felt like he tore me up inside; this guy’s cock, though smaller, was on fire. I could feel his piercing acutely spreading the burning up my ass with each stroke he made before mercifully I felt his balls slap my ass as he bottomed out. He began fucking me in short fast strokes and the pain thankfully subsided to a dull ache as he built a rhythm. A part of me was screaming inside, but I knew it was far too late to go back now. I watched in morbid curiousity as his cock slid in and out of my ass, and his tattoo flexed with his thrusts. I felt his rhythm increase and I saw the same expression on his face I had seen on many men’s faces that night as they approached their climax. A rush of euphoria hit me and suddenly a sense of recklessness asended. I found myself clenching my ass despite the pain it caused. I wanted it, fuck the consequences, I wanted him to shoot his dirty seed inside me. I never felt so raw in my life, and I moaned as I felt his cock swell. My ass felt like it was on fire, his piercing tearing me up inside, but all I could think of was the load I wanted to take. “Oh fuck... oh please, cum inside me.” I moaned out. ”You want it don’t you, you want my load of HIV.” He mocked as he rammed his cock harder sending a juddering of pain from his piercing. ”Yes give it to me, I want it deep.” I couldn’t even believe what I was saying, every nerve ending was on fire, my brain was euphoric, I couldn’t even register what I was saying, I just wanted him to shoot his dirty seed in me, my whole body was tensed in anticipation. He buried his cock, I gritted my teeth against the fresh searing of pain as his piercing dug into my flesh. “Take that poz cum faggot!!” I moaned as I felt his cock erupt deep in my ass. Despite all the other loads in there, I could feel his first volley shoot into me. It seemed to burn into my bowels and I let out a startled gasp at the sensation. I stared transfixed at his biohazard tattoo on his stomach in mute horror at what was getting fucked into me; this was no video, there was no actors, this was real life, and a guy with HIV was breeding my ass. I could feel my body quiver in reaction to every thrust he made, and the sting of his poisonous cum I could still feel shooting into me. I moaned as he slowly pulled out after he finished grunting, and he squeezed his cock, milking every last drop into my ass while he withdrew. I could feel his piercing raking its way out of my ravaged asshole, and it was throbbing when it finally left. I felt a twinge of guilt and horror as my whole ass felt corrupted, and I could see blood stains were left on the white towel he used to clean himself up afterwards. He left without offering another word other than a parting “Enjoy” as he walked out the door... Two more guys emptied their loads into me by the time one was nice enough to help me off the swing. I didn’t say anything to them about that POZ load I took before, and my brain morbidly wanted more cum to somehow dilute it. I hit the showers and washed every part of my body. I could feel cum rolling down my leg and I tried to push out as much as possible. Man did my ass hurt, and I needed to go home and away from this place. I left, got into my car, and drove back towards my house and reality. It’s been a couple weeks since the bathhouse, and I actually decided to write this while taking a few days off work. Wasn’t feeling too well this morning, bit of a flu seems like…

Hi everybody! I’ve written a lot of erotic fiction elsewhere, but this is my first story on Breeding Zone. I’m sure a similar setup has been done in the past, but I thought this would be a fun saga to write. The premise is the path of a virus making its way from person to person, claiming more and more victims (both willing and unwilling). Enjoy! Patient 1: Sam The summer of 1983 was off to a sweltering start. Sam had moved to San Francisco three years ago, but he couldn’t remember a hotter period in the city. He’d stayed inside as much as possible, glued to the small AC unit in the bedroom window of his tiny apartment. Of course, that awful flu from last week certainly hadn’t helped. He’d come down pretty suddenly with a raging fever and horrible muscle aches, confined to his room for almost two weeks. He could barely get out of bed, let alone out into that summer heat. Now that he was feeling better, he was looking forward to finally getting laid. It had been too long since he’d had sex. The last guy he’d fucked had been this totally hot flight attendant he’d met on a flight back to his hometown in Alabama. The guy was a total DILF: mid-30s, blonde hair, thick mustache like a caterpillar. The second Sam stepped on the plane he knew he was gonna fuck this guy. They were barely off the ground before the attendant slipped Sam a note asking him to meet him in the first-class lavatory. When he arrived, the guy already had his cock out of his pants and was stroking it. “Get on your knees,” he said. Sam complied, dropping to the ground and taking the man’s cock into his soft mouth. He sucked him hungrily, bringing the guy’s cock to full, beautiful hardness within seconds. “Bend over the sink.” The man pulled his pants down to the ground. His cock sprang out, wet and hard. Sam had only bottomed once or twice before, but this cock was too delicious to pass up. He unzipped his pants, releasing his throbbing cock from his briefs. He stroked it in his hand as he felt the head of the man’s cock rubbing up against his hole. Then it was pushing its way in, tearing up his insides as it sank deep inside. A little lube would have been nice, though Sam never used lube himself when he was the one doing the fucking. He preferred the natural, slick wetness of a man’s insides. The flight attendant fucked him roughly, grabbing his hips and thrusting him back against his cock. Precum dripped out of his cock, which bounced wildly with every thrust. “Such a tight hole,” the man said with a smirk. “You a virgin?” “Mmph… I’m a top… ugh…” moaned Sam. The man laughed, then picked up the pace, fucking him harder. “Sure you are.” Sam just moaned. The cock was rubbing up against something inside him, and as he stroked his cock, he could feel his orgasm just around the corner. But before he could shoot off, the man shoved his cock deep inside him and groaned. “Take that load… fuck yeah,” said the flight attendant as his cock pulsed inside Sam’s hole. He could feel every burst of the man’s seed as it worked its way deep inside his rectum. It was just what he needed to push him over the edge, spraying his own load over the bathroom mirror as he let out a cry. But that had been a month ago. He stayed with his parents in Alabama for the next couple of weeks, which left him no time (and very little options) for cruising. Then, the second he stepped foot back into the city, he’d been hit with that awful flu. Sam hadn’t gone this long without having sex since he’d lost his virginity at 18. He knew he was a bit of a late bloomer, but he’d wasted no time making up for it over the next three years. At 21, he was still in his sexual prime. He was tall and trim, with a body he’d worked hard for and a pretty sizable dick he’d been blessed with. He practically lived at the baths, spending his evenings after work pumping iron and cruising the sauna. He’d gotten off in more guys than he could count, getting his dick sucked and blowing a load in whichever naive bottom just moved to town. Now it was a Sunday morning, bright and hot as ever. He’d used up his sick pay calling out the last two weeks, so he knew he’d have to go back in tomorrow. Today was his last chance to get laid before the workweek. He pulled on a pair of white jockey Y-fronts and some cutoff jean shorts, his dark brown bush peeking out from the top. A lot of guys these days had started shaving, but he loved how manly he felt with a full, dark bush. There was something so hot about seeing a guy’s nose buried in his pubes. Since it was too hot to wear much more than that outside, he tucked a tank top into his back pocket and headed out the door. As soon as he stepped outside he felt the sun beating down on him. Sweat dripped down his chest, practically steaming off of his hot skin. For a moment he wondered if he was still slightly feverish. Perhaps he should stay home after all. But his cock was too busy leading the way, so he wiped his brow and set off in the direction of the baths, already dreaming of slipping into the cold pool. When he turned the corner, the sight of the man at the end of the block almost made him stop in his tracks. He was short and thick, a perfect mix of muscle and curves that Sam loved on the guys he fucked. Forget the skinny twinks–Sam was all about having something to grab onto while fucking. The guy wore a black tank top and baseball cap, which showed off his dark tan skin and beefy chest. As he got closer, Sam could see that he was probably Latino. He had a thin black mustache on his upper lip, and he was looking right at Sam with a gleam he recognized all too well. They slowed down as they passed each other, each turning their heads to check the other out. Sam got a look at the guy’s ass, which looked full and fuckable in a pair of black workout shorts. He locked eyes with the guy again, who smiled and beckoned him with a subtle nod. The chase was on. Sam turned on his heels, following the hot Latino man down the street. He was growing hard at the anticipation of sinking into that tight hole. He shoved his hand down his Y-fronts to adjust himself, then grinned as the man looked back and saw him. The guy kept walking for another couple of blocks before turning down a street lined with a row of apartments. After a minute, he stopped in front of a tall rust-colored building. Without looking at Sam, he walked up the stairs to the entrance and unlocked the door. For a second, Sam thought he’d disappeared inside without him, but as he made his way up the steps, he could see a hand holding the door open. He put his hand on the other man’s, feeling his soft, warm skin as he slipped inside the apartment and the door shut behind them. Without a word, he followed the guy up the stairs. The man’s ass was an inch away from his face, jiggling deliciously in those black shorts. He stuck his nose in close and breathed deeply, inhaling the man’s musk. He’d have his tongue deep in there in a minute, he was sure. The man stopped on the third floor in front of one of the apartment doors. He turned and smiled at Sam. “Dario,” he said. “Excuse me?” The guy laughed. “Dario. It’s my name.” He had a little bit of an accent that Sam found incredibly sexy. “Oh. I’m Sam.” Dario bit his lip. “Sam… would you like to come inside?” Would he ever! He put his thumb on Dario’s lip, pulling open that soft mouth. He slipped it inside to feel the wetness of Dario’s tongue. Dario closed his mouth around it, sucking on Sam’s thumb like it was an audition. “Fuck yeah,” he said. He grabbed the back of Dario’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. His tongue invaded Dario’s mouth, wrestling for dominance. His hands slid into Dario’s shorts and squeezed that thick, juicy ass. He could feel the heat rising in him, urging him to seed this bottom. But before his fingers could make their way into the holy land, Dario broke the kiss. “Follow me,” he said breathlessly. He opened the door and walked inside the apartment, leaving Sam to follow. The place was small but intimate. It looked like Dario lived alone–good. No interruptions, then. Dario stripped off his tank top. He was smooth all over, a thin layer of sweat covering his light brown skin. Sam reached forward and grazed his fingertips against Dario’s skin. He rubbed his thumbs over the man’s nipples. Dario shuddered and leaned his head back, exposing his neck for the taking. Sam leaned in and ran his lips against Dario’s ear. “What are you into?” he whispered. He was playing with Dario’s nipples, enjoying hearing the bottom boy moan. “Whatever you want,” whimpered Dario. He smiled. Right answer. He latched onto Dario’s neck, kissing and licking and biting him as his hands groped the man’s ass. He reached his fingers underneath Dario’s shorts to feel the rough band of a jockstrap. He pulled it back and let it smack against Dario’s ass, making the man moan again. Then he slid his fingers downward, prying apart those sweaty cheeks to find the sweet hole between them. Dario let out a whimper as Sam’s fingertip brushed against his hole. He gently rubbed the outside of it, feeling the smoothness. Smooth holes always made him rock hard. He stuck the tip of his finger inside and wiggled it deep. “Oh, fuck,” said Dario. Sam cut him off with a kiss. His tongue was rough, fighting its way inside the little Latino bottom. He needed to be inside him and he needed to be inside him now. “Bedroom,” he said gruffly. Dario grabbed his cock through his jean shorts, leading him through the living room to a smaller room at the back. The room was dark and hot, with blackout curtains cutting off the light. A fan was running at full blast, but it did little more than swirl the hot air around the room. “Sorry there’s no AC,” said Dario. “Get on the bed.” Sam pulled off his shorts and underwear, letting his dick spring free. Dario laid back against the bed, but when he reached to grab Sam’s dick, Sam grabbed his hands. “No touching,” he said. “You have rope? Handcuffs?” Dario reached into his bedside table and pulled out a pair of cuffs. “Perfect. Now turn around.” He took the cuffs from Dario, then watched as Dario lay flat on his stomach, arms outstretched. Good boy. He put the handcuffs on Dario’s left wrist, then looped it through the headboard before attaching it to his other wrist. He was leaking like mad, leaving a trail of precum on Dario’s lower back. He pulled off Dario’s shorts to reveal his smooth hole. The boy’s ass was so big it looked like the jockstrap could barely contain it. He grabbed his cheeks and pried them apart, mouth watering as he ran his tongue over that tight pucker. Dario was moaning like crazy now, writhing against the bed as he ate him out. He loved eating a boy’s pussy. They were like putty in your hands if you knew how to work your tongue in their hole. But his cock was hard and angry. It wanted in. He rubbed his cock against Dario’s hole and put his mouth against the bottom’s ear. “You want this dick inside you.” It wasn’t a question. “Yes,” whispered Dario. But just as he was about to shove it into that warm, wet slice of heaven, he heard the words that made his blood run cold. “There’s a condom in the drawer.” Sam growled. He had never used a condom in his life. He sure as hell wasn’t about to start now. “I don’t do condoms.” “But haven’t you heard?” Dario looked back at him, eyes wide. “Heard what?” “There’s that thing going around. A virus. My friend in New York was telling me about it. He gave me a pamphlet.” Dario nodded towards the nightstand. It held a small white pamphlet with black lettering that read How to Have Sex in an Epidemic: One Approach. “It says you could get it from getting fucked,” said Dario. Sam huffed. “Well, I don’t get fucked. I fuck. So you don’t have to worry about me, baby–I’m clean.” He rubbed his cock against Dario’s hole again, hoping to make the bottom forget about all this condom nonsense. “Mm.. oh fuck.. It’s not… look, man, I hate it too. But you gotta put one on, okay?” Sam sighed angrily. He was half tempted to just walk out of there, leave Dario handcuffed, and find some bottom at the baths who actually knew how to fuck the way God intended. But the boy looked so fucking hot there, handcuffed and helpless. And that hole had tasted so good… maybe it would be worth it, just this once. “Fine. Where are they?” Dario nodded his head to the nightstand drawer. Sam pulled out a roll of condoms, looking at them in disgust. What was he, a fucking hetero? All this condom talk was making his dick limp. He tore off one of the condoms and set it on the table. He climbed further up the bed, grabbed Dario’s head, and turned it to the side, then shoved his cock deep inside the guy’s mouth. He face fucked him for a minute, getting his dick nice and wet and back to full mast. Finally, when he felt hard as a rock, he ripped open the condom and rolled it down onto his cock. “There’s some lube-” “I don’t need lube,” said Sam. He spit on his hand and rubbed it around the edge of the condom. Then, in one fell swoop, he shoved his cock deep inside Dario’s asshole. “Oh, fuck! Dude, you gotta take it easy,” pleaded Dario. So, maybe he was punishing him a little. So what. He deserved it, what with all that condom bullshit. He pulled his dick out halfway, then rammed it back inside. “Oh! Oh, Jesus,” Dario whimpered. Sam rammed his cock in and out, in and out. He was dripping sweat from his forehead onto Dario’s back, running down that beautiful skin and pooling in the man’s lower back. He leaned down and kissed Dario, thrusting his cock deep inside him again and again. He could feel Dario whimpering in his mouth, no doubt struggling as Sam’s cock tore him up inside. But Sam had enough experience to know that soon enough Dario would be begging him for more. He grabbed the back of Dario’s head and shoved him face-first in the pillow, plowing the man’s hole with reckless abandon. “Take that cock you fucking faggot,” he moaned. Dario’s hole was unbelievably tight, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of how much better it would be raw. The condom felt tight around the head of his dick, making his cock feel less sensitive. He fucked him harder and faster, channeling his rage into his cock. The condom got tighter and tighter around the head of his cock until it was almost too much to bear. Then he felt it–that glorious pop. The condom had snapped. “Oh fuck…” he moaned. His cock felt like heaven inside Dario’s hole. Now there was nothing between the sensitive head and Dario’s warm, wet insides. There was nothing holding him back anymore. He pulled his cock out and thrust it back in, rubbing his cockhead across Dario’s wet fuck chute. “Ugh… Oh… That feels so good,” Dario moaned. “You like that? Like being fucked by a real man?” “Ugh.. yeah… the-the condom’s still on, right?” Sam rolled his eyes. “Of course it is.” “Uhh… are you sure?” He smacked Dario’s ass, making the flesh jiggle. “Don’t worry about it. Now squeeze your ass on my dick.” Dario put his face into the pillow and arched his back up, squeezing his tight hole around Sam’s dick. “Deeper,” he moaned. Sam smirked as he started fucking him again. These bottoms were so stupid. A little bit of dominance and they’ll do anything you say. He couldn’t wait to paint this boy’s insides with his nut, just like God intended. He was fucking him roughly again, lost in the animalistic heat of the moment. His skin felt like it was on fire, hotter than it had been when he was feverous just a few days ago. He slammed his hips against Dario’s cheeks, holding onto the jockstrap like a horse’s reigns as he fucked the shit out of this boy. “Ugh… oh slow down, that hurts…” He ignored him, picking up the pace as he felt his orgasm build. The only thing that mattered now was his own pleasure. He needed to spill his seed, to breed this boy and mark him as his own. He needed to plant his seed so deep inside of Dario that he would be a part of him forever. “Ugh… fuck… I’m coming!” He wrapped his arms around Dario’s chest, squeezing the boy tightly as he blew his load inside him. His cock was planted as far in as it could go, and he felt nothing but ecstasy as it filled the boy’s rectum with cum. He could feel his cock throbbing, pulsing with his heartbeat. He collapsed onto Dario’s back, his cock twitching as it released its last few dribbles of cum. He put his nose in Dario’s hair and breathed in the boy’s scent. It smelled clean and fresh, like a flower waiting to be defiled. Another job well done. “That was fucking hot,” said Dario, his back heaving as he breathed heavily. Sam pulled his cock out of Dario’s hole, relishing one last feel of the boy’s insides. There was a light pink froth on the outside of the condom, a beautiful mixture of cum and a little bit of blood that he sometimes saw when he pushed a bottom to his limits. When he pulled his cock all the way out, he could see the tip of the condom hanging precariously off. He laughed to himself. “What’s so funny?” Dario asked, turning his head to smile at him. Sam ripped off the condom and tossed it in the wastebasket by the bed. “Nothing. Let’s get you off.” He wasn’t a total douchebag, after all. Just because he cared more about his own pleasure than anyone else’s didn’t mean he didn’t like helping bottoms get off. He released Dario from the handcuffs, then turned the boy on his back and kissed him. His hand traced down Dario’s chest, squeezing his meaty pecs and pinching his dark brown nipples. He trailed down the smooth, sweaty skin of his pecs and stomach until his hand reached underneath Dario’s ass, where he slipped his fingers in the boy’s hole once more. “Ahh,” Dario hissed. “It’s a little sore.” Sam kissed his neck. “Cum for me, baby,” he whispered. Dario pulled his cock out of the jockstrap pouch, tugging on it as Sam fingered him deeply. He was working the cum deeper into the boy’s hole, careful to remove any trace of his stealthing. After all, what Dario didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. It wasn’t like there was a real chance of him catching anything anyway. Sam had been to the clinic just a couple of months ago and tested clean. What could he possibly have? “Ugh… oh god, yes,” Dario moaned. He was jerking his cock, his hole gripping Sam’s finger like a vice. Sam shoved his finger in as deep as it would go and wiggled it around. “Cum for me. Now!” Dario cried out as his cock began to spurt. The cum flew up and hit him on the chest, covering those beautiful brown nipples in sticky white seed. Sam kissed him, ravaging the boy’s prostate with his finger as he rode the orgasm. God, he loved breeding these boys more than anything but diddling them to completion was a reward all unto itself. He watched the cum spurting out of Dario’s cock less and less until it was just a dribble. “Wow,” Dario whispered once he’d finished cumming. “That was incredible.” Sam smirked. He pulled his finger out of Dario and sucked it clean. He loved the taste of a boy well fucked. Then he pulled on his jean shorts, stuffing the Y-fronts into his pocket. “Can I see you again?” asked Dario. He pulled on his shoes. “I’ll be at the baths if you’re ever up for another round.” It was certainly possible that they’d hook up again, but not very likely. Sam didn’t like to plow the same field too many times–there were so many other holes to conquer. Still, best to let him have a bit of hope. As he left Dario’s apartment, he felt a sudden burst of energy. Instead of heading home, he set off in the direction of the baths. He’d be ready to go again in minutes, of that he was sure. That month off sex had really shaken him. He needed this, a reminder that he was a man meant to breed. Now that he’d gotten off on his latest conquest, he knew there was a whole world out there just waiting to be conquered.

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?

This it partly a true story. Sorry English is not my first language. I was 23 first time i meet Master, I meet him on Grindr. I had only tried weed and coke. I’m 170cm and 60kg so am skinny. We met at his place and had a good time, he was smoking of a glass pipe and asked if I wanted some, but politely declined. When he was fucking me he stopped and smoked some more. At some point he gave me a shotgun and whit out thinking I took it. He did that a couple of times, and then I was hoked. We meet a couple of times after that and I gladly smoked. He texted me if I had any plans for the weekend, and I said that I didn’t. He texted back “Be at my place Friday 04:00 pm, I have a surprise for you” I was excited, I was becoming more and more of a pig every time we meet. Friday at noon I got I text from him again “when you come, just go in and get naked. In the hallway I have some gear, put it on, and wait.” So I got to his place, walked in the door and was met whit at black rubber suit, a rubber mask whit only at hole for my mouth and a collar. I put it on and find out that the suit was open for my ass and dick. When I was fully dressed I waited for 5 minutes, then I could hear someone coming towards me. “Hey slut, fuck you look sexy. Can’t wait to give you your surprise” said master. He took me in the collar and led me into another room and placed me on my back on a bed. I could hear him look my collar to a chain and my arms outstretched to some other chains. then he came up to my ear and said “today I’m gonna turn you into a real pig, and I don’t care if you like it or not” and then I could feel something getting strapped to my arm and instantly new was gonna happen. He had slammed himself last time. I tried to stop him but I couldn’t. Then I could feel the needle. “stay still, you are gonna love this pig. I’m gonna get you so fucking high, and use that sexy body of yours”. When he said that I felt the needle getting pulled out and the strap taken off my arm. Then it hit me! It felt like I couldn’t breathe, and started to cough. When I came to I noticed that my legs were at my ears and I had someone fucking me. (more to come)

Very little of our media is owned by the same people or companies that own pharma companies or arms manufacturers. It's true that a few hedge funds, in particular, own big chunks of second-tier print media (ie those beyond the big papers that have overseas bureaus, etc.); for instance, the "USA Today network" of papers. But most of the big papers - and the big television networks - have no overlap in ownership with pharma or arms dealers. Now, one could argue that the billionaires (and multimillionaires) that own these papers have more in common with the big giant corporations, but that's not the same as them being the same corporations. I stand by my point about children, who start out completely self-absorbed and who must develop, if they actually do, a sense of compassion and empathy for others. Donald Trump, for one, never did. I agree that conservatives have (AND STILL DO) shame others who aren't like them - witness the contempt "conservatives" have for immigrants even though they themselves are undoubtedly descended from immigrants. As for "woke people" (and use of that phrase is always a sign of assholes), what you deride as "woke" is simply recognition that concern for others is a sign of a mature individual. The problem isn't a highly diverse world; the problem is the "anti-woke" people in that world who resent that diversity and who are intent on treating people not like themselves differently. The "anti-woke" people demanding recognition of diversity is laughable. What redistributes to the rich is more an issue of stagnant wages for the working class. From about 1980 until well into the pandemic, real wages (after inflation) basically stood still for the vast majority of people with jobs, as opposed to the owner/investor class. But the incomes and wealth of the owner/investors skyrocketed. That wasn't due to inflation, which was mild through most of that period. It was due to tax policy favoring capital over wages; it was due to immigration policy favoring winked-at illegal immigration for manual labor, which depressed wages; it was due to vast increases in productivity (partly through automation/computerization) that ate away at working class positions. I'm glad you're concerned about the flow of money up to the rich, but you have the problem wrong, and the solution wrong. The solution is to return to the tax policies that produced the middle class in the first place. If our adversaries are "antagonized" by us keeping troops and bases in our allies' countries to keep them from being invaded, so be it. That doesn't mean every alliance we have is a good one - our support of right-wing dictators in Central America stands out as a generally bad policy - but that's the nature of alliances. The point is - as it was during the Cold War - to deter our adversaries from attacking and absorbing our allies such that when they DO come to threaten the United States, they aren't massively empowered the way, say, Nazi Germany was. Or the way the USSR was at its height. Health care costs were rising by double-digit numbers every single year before the Affordable Care Act. That increase has been reduced - to on average well under 5%. As for replacing "thinking medical profession" FAR more of that has happened due to private insurers looking to boost profits than the government has ever even contemplated. Ask any doctor who isn't already a right-wing Trumpanzee and he'll tell you that insurance companies and their regulations are the single biggest drag on their practices. Insurance's overhead costs routinely hit 20% (the maximum allowable under the ACA), whereas Medicare and Medicaid's overhead is a tiny fraction of that. Given that the payments allowed under M/M are smaller, you'd think overhead would be a larger percentage, but it's not; it's just cheaper to run a single-payer system with one set of rules than it is to have hundreds of insurers with thousands of differing policies that have to be sorted out. Which is one reason Trump's candidacy is so frightening. In the months before he left office, he tried to radically gut the civil service, removing job protections from all important positions (to make it easier for a new, anti-regulatory regime to gut an agency). Google "Schedule F". His anti-government team - the Steve Bannons and Stephen Millers and the like - is already planning to roll out something similar as soon as Trump takes office (assuming he's re-elected or steals this election). If that happens, the amount of damage an anti-government administration could do in a single term, much less in back-to-back terms, is enormous. Here's the thing: No "swing state" - that is, one where the votes for president are typically separated by 5% or less - is gerrymandered for its congressional or state legislative seats in favor of the Democrats. Several (Ohio, Wisconsin, Georgia, Florida, North Carolina, for example) are heavily gerrymandered in favor of Republicans. Pennsylvania fell into this category as well until just recently, when a court-ordered redistricting brought the state closer into balance away from Republican domination. Looking at the largest states, California's legislative and congressional seats, as well as New York's, fairly closely track the Democrats' share of the popular vote there (in part because both have redistricting commissions). But the largest Republican states (Texas, Florida) have a much higher Republican House and state legislative delegation than the overall balance in the state. The closest thing Democrats have is Illinois, which has far fewer congressional/electoral votes than TX or FL. The clear conclusion is that the Republicans do a lot more gerrymandering than the Democrats. That doesn't mean that some smaller Democratic-majority states don't gerrymander in favor of their own party. But when you're making a delegation 4-2 instead of 3-3, you don't have as much effect as, say, a slightly Republican state like Ohio being districted 12-4 for Republicans (and thus for electoral votes), or Pennsylvania's former spread of 13-5. You're free to disagree, of course. But I'd point out that it doesn't matter whether a right is "god-given" in your view or "government-granted" in mine; if the government doesn't recognize the right, people are shit out of luck. And since I don't believe in "god" - not the murderous, contradictory Judeo-Christian one, at least - I'm not going to accept that my rights come from a mythical being, period (all I care about is whether the society I live in recognizes that right through its government). That's simply false. Government subsidies for green energy are a tiny fraction (especially adjusted for inflation) of what the government has given fossil fuels. If you add up all the mining and drilling concessions on public land, the enormous tax breaks, etc. that fossil fuels have received over the last 150 or so years, green subsidies are a tiny part of that. ESPECIALLY when you consider the cost of environmental degradation that fossil fuels have inflicted on the world. If Big Oil had been required to pay for that, as opposed to ordinary taxpayers, they'd have gone bankrupt long ago. That's a subsidy keeping them afloat. Except that to the extent that there are economic conservatives left, they're mostly Democrats. Republicans have zero concerns about voting for massive tax cuts, even though those are indistinguishable, from a deficit perspective, from spending hikes. Republicans always demand that Democrats offset spending increases (and then rail on them for wanting to increase revenues, or rail on them for cutting tax breaks for the rich). But Republicans ignore any demands that tax cuts be paid for, instead pretending that "growth" is going to offset them. Except that economists are coming around to realize that in a mostly services economy, like ours, government spending does more to stimulate the economy than tax cuts. When we had a manufacturing economy, tax cuts made sense because it meant corporations could invest more in machinery and equipment to become more efficient and produce more stuff. When corporations mostly make money on services, there's only so much you can do to increase throughput or efficiency, and above that, the tax cuts just go in the owners' pockets. Which is why the rich have gotten richer and the workers haven't, for the last 50+ years.

I find this post rather amusing. May I ask what you were expecting. This is the US, sex is everywhere. We don't have manners here, we just bluntly ask - "do you want to fuck"?

Took 2 loads Friday. First guy from sniffles invited me over to his place. He said I needed to get there quick as he had stuff to do and didn’t have much time. 10 minutes later he has me ass up on his couch with my head shoved in a cushion and fucks me deep and hard for about 10 minutes before blowing his load deep inside me. as I am driving away, I get another sniffles message from some random guy asking if I am taking loads. Of course I respond yes an 5 minutes later I am bent over in a park bathroom with him balls deep in me. Between him and the guy before I had cum dripping down my crack the rest of the day.

Yes Dad. Now dont mind if I squirm a bit ... just wanna make sure my fuzzy butt is properly positioned

Yep, once diagnosed with AIDS, you always will be classified as a AIDS patient. Happened to me 15yrs ago, do not know, but full blown AIDS. I kinda knew but just ignored it.

First time I got fucked was bare and he came balls deep inside me. I started on PrEP shortly after and I haven't been fucked with a condom yet.

The album dropped three weeks before Christmas along with the first twi singles: “You never knew”, with Mike singing and Jeff doing backup and “Heartsong”, with Mike backing up Jeff. To Mike’s more that pleased surprise the album shot to number one and their singles spent the next 12 weeks trading the number one spot on the charts. That’s not tp say everyone was thrilled. Right wing politicians and groups like “Mothers who have not updated their hairstyle since 1999” as Jeff called them came out with that tired old “They are coming for your kids” threat but if anything their negativity just spurred sales more. There was a almost sad moment when Doug’s ridiculously outraged face with a promotional picture of Jeff and Mike happily holding hands in the lower corner appeared on the tabloids with the headline “Man claims Billy Clay broke up my happy home” The story did not go as Doug had planned though. When contacted for comment Mike had forwarded the “I’m leaving you” video Doug had recorded on Mike’s own computer which started with the line “I’m going back to God you fa**ot” then he proceed to use every anti gay slur in the book also saying several times that Mike would be unhappy and alone forever because he was gay. The story read: Doug Ashpole. An unemployed man currently in a County lockup for drug possession in rural Virginia claims that pop star and actor Billy Clay-Blake ``swooped in and stole his man'' breaking up a happy relationship and then said man, Michael Clay-Blake as he is known now. an up and coming pop star in his own right, And Billy pursued him to Virginia. Breaking up his relationship with then fiancé Heather Jones and getting him fired from his job. However, irrefutable evidence obtained by this reporter strongly disputes these claims. In a video provided by Michael within minutes of being contacted for comment Mr. Ashpole says. And then the entire content of the video was quoted word for word. Also contacted for comment Ms. Jones said “I broke up with Doug when I caught him cheating on me with another man for the third time. He was fired from his job a couple weeks later when an internal review found he was misusing company funds on porn and call boys” Then she added a personal message to Billy and Mike “Could you tell them I did love their album and it changed my mind about many things?” The story then became a commentary on how the album was giving hope to so many LGBTQ youths, letting them know they are not alone and finished listing resources for those young people if they needed support. Another story came out in “Rolling Rocks” magazine but this time they had sat for the interview. Video excerpts were going to appear on Christmas day on that TV news show that made such a big deal about being an hour long. Sitting together holding hands Jeff blithely said “We met, got married, had sex then fell in love. We did all the same things other people do just in a different order” then refused to elaborate further. He then gushed about almost all of Mikes good features, leaving out the twelve inch cock. Finishing with “And on top of all that he is an award winning tattoo artist! He just finished my first tattoo!” Jeff said standing. pulling off his shirt and turning to show it off. The tattoo showed sunlight coming through a window set in stone falling on a single rose on a wood table. Sunlight however causes shadows and very subtly in the shadow of the rose a scorpion lurked shiny black in the dull black shadows. “It’s a stunning piece of art does it have a personal meaning?” the interviewer asked “It’s to remind me of a lesson I learned early in life. The most beautiful things can hide a nasty surprise” Jeff replied Mike then answered some questions about his tattoo art, the awards it had won and how it was to work with his husband on the album A month or so later Mike got the shock of his life when the nominations for Grammyphones came out. “Life and love from a different perspective” was up for “Album of the year” Both he and Jeff were up for ‘Top male vocalist” and “Best duet or group performance” Mike was up for “Best Newcomer” and both “You never knew” and “Heartsong” were up for “song of the year” it was overwhelming Mike spent a lot of time tattooing Hank. It was the best stress relief after sex for him. Hank was different since he had returned to their lives. He had an almost fanatical devotion to Mike now. Mike was fairly sure there was nothing Hank would not do for him. Mike loved pushing his limits and Hank always told him when something made him uncomfortable, not to get Mike to stop but because he knew Mike loved to push those things even further. Hank was on the phone with Buzz Anton, the rookie quarterback he had mentored who looked like a young Greek god, green eyes, blond hair and a body almost as perfect as Hank’s, several times a day and during every game he took notes while watching on TV to share but the calls were not all business. From Hank’s tone and warm words there was a lot more going on than football advice. They talked for hours after Buzz almost single handedly won the championship game for his team. MVP and all “He’s kind of obsessed with me” Hank said in answer to Mike’s raised eyebrow after the call. “He told me he’s had a crush on me since my rookie year with the team, he used to beat off watching my ass during games apparently” Hank laughed “He's never come out but it’s an open secret to anyone who knows him. He can be an ok kid but most of the time he’s an arrogant prick to hide the immature little boy inside. He tried to get me into bed the first time we were alone and me turning him down made him try harder and now he thinks he’s in love with me. He hates you by the way” “Me?” Mike asked “I told him one of the reasons. The main one. I would not sleep with him was because you own and control me and that I was happy with that. I didn’t tell him you had infected me though” Hank replied “He doesn’t understand it all and thinks I am being taken advantage of” “You are and you love it” Mike laughed “This is true” Hank said with a smile and a look of devotion for Mike “He can be irritating and petulant but I’m stringing him along, keeping him interested, hinting that I could maybe have feelings for him while also telling him the only possible way to have me is with your permission” “Why would you do that? Do you want to be with him?” Mike asked “I don’t want to be with anyone you don’t tell me I want to be with” Hank said and meant it. “I’m doing it to manipulate him into a position where you can use his “love” for me to collect him as another trophy and get your virus into him” Mike just stared at him for a moment the rewarded him with the most brutal fuck he had ever given him. ********************************* Hey folks I'd love to hear your comments, feedback and suggestions. Let me know if you like where I'm going with Mike, Jeff and Hank

Hundreds of guys have fucked me anonymously in darkrooms and I've never seen what they looked like. It's all about getting those cocks and loads pumped in my cumdump ass!

I have felt cum traveling through a guy's cock headed towards the exit hole on multiple hookups. HIs cock is thicker than most and there was no doubt in my mind what I was feeling, I wasn't that high, I'm not exaggerating, and I have hooked up with him on multiple occasions just to experience that sensation. One time I just asked him directly, "has any other guy told you they could feel your cum moving through your cock"? He looked at me, rather slyly, and said, "yeah, quite a number of times as a matter of fact" So yes, BZ members who have felt this sensation are not imagining it. You can feel a guy's load.

I was on Grindr last night and was contacted by a young fraternity guy .They were having a party and were looking for an older bottom guy to play with. Two rules 1. there would be 15-20 guys there would be alcohol I had to accommodate any and all with oral and anal 2, there would be no condoms I had to take cum either in my mouth or ass All would be at least 20-25 years old. I went to the house and got ready in one no of the bedrooms after some drinks they started to wonder in i the 5 hours I was there I got 10 loads in my ass and 6 in my mouth Highlight was three guys who fucked me immediately one after the other One would pull out and the next go right in After they were done I had cum dripping down my balls on the bed my ass and jaw were sore the next day

The usual country side visit around easter. It's a bit in the middle of nowhere, but they have a gay sauna in the next "bigger" city here at least. Went there yesterday, quite horny. Right after arriving I noticed it is quite empty, probably related to early afternoon and weekday. Anyway, went into the steamroom/maze right away to look, what's going on. The steam room is a quite small thing, just more or less one corridor which goes around once in a rectangle shape, so you end up at the glass door of the steam room again, if you walk around once. But there is one part where they put another wall splitting the walk way into two ways and this wall has kind of a window cut out. So I was standing there, leaning on the "window sill" looking who is passing by. Didn't take long and I felt someone touching my whole and working his finger inside. That's the big advantage of this place: the dick is not really accesible because of the wall in front, but the ass. So it is very clear what I'm looking for. Obviously the guy was fine with what he found and was mounting my hole on the spot. He was a bit shorter than me, so I bend my knees a bit to make sure he gets fully inside to bring his load home deeply. And as fast as he mounted me as fast he came: holding me really tight and pushing in really hard a couple of times I could feel my ass is ready for a breeding. I didn't cum, nor did I wank or he wanked me. Right after filling my ass he disappeared, so I was left behind rock hard and a bit of a dripping hole. Decided to continue with some sauna and relaxing time, before looking for another breeding. Also there was almost no one I was really interested in enough to run after. 2 hours of sauna, napping, looking around didn't really help that much. I really needed another fuck. So there was one guy, a bit older than me, slightly hairy, not really my type, but obviously eager enough for a fuck that he followed me immediately into the steam room, after I looked at him and disappeared into the dark. Standing in my favorite spot, it took 10 seconds and I saw him walking by, stopping and waiting in the corner. I leaned forward out of the "window" looking at his dick. Except us there was no one else in the steam room. He walked another round and then I felt already his hand on my ass grabing my hole and my balls. I spread my legs to make clear that I'm ready to take him. But he decided to rim my ass first, which was also good. Probably he noticed quickly that he wasn't the first one to breed that hole, he stopped immediately after a few seconds and pushed his dick inside of me. He kind of fucked me intensily for a while really pushing me hard on his dick, holding my upper body in a tight grip. At the same time wanking me. I didn't want to cum before him, but somehow he worked my ass and dick so hard that I couldn't help it. Then I understood why: the moment I couldn't hold it anymore he flooded my hole as well. Probably he needed me to cum before he could pump his load inside of me. Happily drove home with two loads slowly sipping into my underwear.

Damn Boy... you make my cock so hard and oozing with pre-cum

well, i dont know where you live, but if you are into piss I would suggest you to go to any Piss party in Berlin, instead of flying to California. WNH it is ok , but it is not as kinky as the piss parties in Europe.

Here’s the trans girl’s cock deep in my hole.

It all began so innocently. Well, maybe not *innocently*, but I certainly wasn't expecting things to go in the direction they did! I've always had 2 Twitter accounts. The first is a 'vanilla' one where I follow friends and celebrities, and occasionally post about things that are going on in my life. Then there's the second one, the one that I use when I'm horny and want to see naked guys fucking and sucking. I also make it very clear that I want to meet guys in-person for no-strings fun. Hell, I've even posted a bit of content myself, including a 90-second video that a top once took as he plowed my hole with his raw cock and then dumped a load inside me. A year or so ago, as I was perusing the accounts that followed one of the guys I follow, I came across a bug chaser's profile. Curious, I clicked on it, and the sights that greeted my eyes made me instantly hard: big cocks emblazoned with the biohazard symbol plowing and pozzing twinks and daddies alike. I checked out his followers and the people he was following, and soon found myself down a deep rabbit hole of poz guys and chasers. And almost every time I encountered a new profile, I found myself clicking the 'follow' button. Now, my non-vanilla feed is filled with every kind of poz content you can imagine. It's an incredible turn-on to watch guys surrendering to the power of a toxic load. I've beaten off countless times, imagining one of those bottoms was me. But alas, the area where I live is, as best as I can tell, a desert when it comes to unmedicated poz guys. Most of the poz guys are either in the big cities like New York or Chicago, or else they're overseas. Every time I find someone local-ish, whether on Twitter or BBRT or elsewhere, he lists his status as undetectable. Always undetectable. That is, until one day last week. A profile began to follow me and when I checked him out, it appeared that he *might* be local. He followed several other accounts in my area, and they in turn followed him. What's more, he made it very plain that he was HIV positive and proud to be so. Needless to say, I sent him a message, and to my great surprise, I discovered that not only are we in the same state, he lives 2 towns away from me! I didn't hesitate to express my interest and ask if he wanted to meet, and he readily agreed. When I asked if he was willing to poz me, his only response was, "Of course." Holy fuck! So, Thursday after work I found myself at my favorite cum dump motel, getting a room not to wait ass-up for random anonymous tops, but to begin my journey to joining the poz brotherhood. I got naked and cleaned out, slathering my hole with lube as I fervently hoped I wouldn't be ghosted at the last minute. Much to my relief he messaged to say that he had just parked. And, he had a surprise for me. Oh my, what a surprise! I opened the door to not one, but two guys! My new friend introduced himself before introducing the 'Plus 1' he had brought: the man who had gifted him last year! "You'll take my load second," my friend said (we still haven't exchanged names). "Dad here will be the first to infect you." My cock got instantly hard. Seeing this, Dad simply said, "You won't be needing that today." He began peeling off his clothes the moment the door shut behind them. What sprang from his pants as he lowered them took my breath away. His cock, soft, was close to seven inches and punctuated by a 0-gauge PA ring! I had only been fucked by a pierced cock once before, and while I loved it, I couldn't help but feel some trepidation at the prospect of taking on such a thick piece of steel - especially when it was attached to a big piece of meat! My friend stripped as well, revealing a smaller cock, about six inches long and already hard. He sat in a chair in the corner of the room as I dropped to my knees and took Dad's cock into my mouth. I savored his musk mixed with the not-unpleasant taste of the metal ring. It clicked against my teeth as I dutifully worked his cock until it was rock-hard. The entire time, my eyes fixated on the small biohazard tattoo just below his navel. In some ways it almost felt like an out-of-body experience. After this, my life would never be the same. At last Dad was ready and ordered me onto the bed. He wanted me on my back, with my ass at the edge of the mattress. Propping my legs on either side of his smooth, muscular chest, I felt the tip of his cock find my hole and the pressure as he pushed his way inside. I gritted my teeth in pain as that big PA popped inside me, but after that it was nothing but pleasure as I felt his thickness filling me. We stayed like that for a moment as he allowed me to acclimate, then began to slowly move his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out, over and over. I moaned loudly in pleasure and he took his cue. Grabbing my thighs and pressing them against his abdomen, he began ruthlessly pounding me. It felt amazing! I was in such a trance that I was only vaguely aware that I was gripping onto the bedsheets for all I was worth, and that my friend had pulled out a camera and was recording the moment for posterity. Dad hit my prostate several times, prompting a stream of precum to flow from my cock and down my balls to further ease his assault on my hole. His belly and my thighs met over and over, a loud smack! echoing throughout the room each time they did. Alas, all good things must come to an end. After a few minutes he looked me in the eyes. "You want this poz load?" he asked me. His face was twisted into a grin that I can only describe as malicious. "Give it to me," I panted. With that, he let out an animalistic howl as he stopped moving and I felt his cock dancing inside me. I squeezed tight around him to milk him of every drop. "Fuck yeah!" he said as he slowly eased his cock out of my hole. "Squeeze tight, I don't want you to lose a single drop." Squeeze tight I did, though I spied some blood on his cock as he pulled away. His piercing had done its job. "Here, Daddy," said my friend. "I want to taste it." He took Dad's cock in his mouth, sucking him clean. "Your turn, Junior," Dad said to him. "He's primed for another injection." My friend needed no further prompting. He grabbed my legs and pulled them against his chest. He held them there as he worked his hips from side to side, guiding himself inside me without using his hands. I felt his hard cock bump against first one cheek, then the other, before finding the warm, wet hole it was seeking. He slid in effortlessly, my gape combined with Dad's load and my precum and blood easing his entry. "Your second poz load of the day," Dad said approvingly. He had settled into the chair my friend had vacated. "You'll be incubating my poz babies before the day is over." His words barely registered. Junior's cock was just the right length and it bumped my prostate with every thrust. I felt the closest to cumming that I ever have while being fucked. "Mmmm, my turn to cum!" said Junior. I squeezed my hole around his shaft and felt the telltale pulses as he unloaded inside me too. He stayed still for a moment after his orgasm subsided, his cock still inside me, then sighed in pleasure before slowly pulling out. "Keep it tight," Dad warned. I did as I was told. This time, it was my turn to clean off the cock that had just pozzed me. I got on my knees, back against the bed, and took Junior in my mouth. As with Dad's cock before, I could taste metal, but this time I knew it was my own blood and not the metal of Dad's PA. I remained on my knees as they dressed, staring at nothing in disbelief. Had I really just allowed myself to take two poz loads? "Look," said Dad, "he has that same spaced-out look you had after I pozzed you." Junior laughed. "That moment of, 'what have I done?' It'll pass." "Yes, it will," Dad replied. "And he'll be begging for a repeat in no time." They left together, and the sound of the door shutting behind them broke my trance. Mindlessly I got dressed myself and turned in the room key before driving home. My underwear was soaked by the time I got there, but I didn't care. I flopped on my bed and fell fast asleep, not waking until the early hours of Friday morning. I decided in that moment that I was in no mental state to go to work, and sent my manager an email saying that I was going to take a sick day. After pressing 'Send', I logged back onto Twitter. There, front and center on Junior's page, was the video of my pozzing with the caption, "Welcome to the brotherhood." I watched the entire length to make sure that my face could not be seen. He had done an admirable job of angling the camera the entire time, and by the end I found my cock was rock hard. Despite it being three in the morning, I jacked off on the spot. Then I noticed that I had a new message. It was Junior: "Welcome to the brotherhood. Meet us at the same place, Sunday morning at 9 for Round 2." I didn't even need to think as I typed out my response. "I'll be there." And with that, I crawled into bed and slept the most soundly I have slept in years.

I sat in awe as my father walked up to master and began to kiss him. Master reached around during the kiss and finger fucked my dads hairy hole til he was moaning like a whore. After a minute master pushed him off and looked down at me. “Open your mouth slut it was a long drive and I need to piss.” He said removing his codpiece to expose a massive cock with a spiked PA and ampallang. His cock had to be seven inches soft. He began to piss in the direction of my mouth but most of it was spraying all over so I tried to move up to take his head into my mouth. “I didn’t say you could suck my cock faggot” he screamed kicking me to the ground as he continued to piss on me. “Lick it up” he yelled as I began to lick his piss from the floor. As I was doing so I heard sucking behind me and saw master throatfucking my father. After a few minutes master pulled out. “Please master he can wait I need you in me so badly it’s been too long since I’ve had your seed” my father begged. Master spit in his face before turning to me. I knew what was coming and presented my ass to him. His cock was now fully hard and nearing 12 inches. “Tell me what you want faggot” he said “Your cock master” I begged as I felt his hands around my waist “What kind of cock” he asked “Your poz cock master I want your poz cock” I begged as I felt his head on my hole “And what do you want my poz cock to do slut” “Get me pregnant with your strain and make me yours master” I screamed out as master plunged into my in one hard push. I felt my guts being torn apart and could do nothing about it. He was destroying my hole and I had no drugs to lessen the pain. “Oh I forgot to give u a bump” master said with a laugh “oh well I’ll just give u double before your next load how does that sound faggot” he said into my ear He continued to tear apart my hole for what felt like hours until he leaned down and asked me. “Do you want to be mine for the rest of your life” “Yes master” I cried out through the pain “Good boy” he moaned into my ear before fully pulling out the. Slamming back in and blowing his load inside my inner hole.

Back to the boy When I walked in the front door of the house I was hoping my dad was not back. Wearing only a pink thong with cum dripping out the sides of my but plug would be hard to explain. To my shock not only was my father in the house, he was standing in front of the door wearing only a leather harness, boots, and a leather jockstrap that had the codpiece removed and the thick metal chain locked around his neck. I was in awe at his body. He was covered in hair and tattoos with his harness perfectly framing his huge pecs and nipples which were pierced with large thick crescent rings. His cock was in a small metal cage the had a lock going through the head of his penis. He casually asked “hi son how was your hookup?” As if it were a normal question. “Umm pretty good I guess” I responded “I’d say it looks like it” he said as he came up pushing his body against mine and reaching his fingers around to my hole. He brought the cum covered fingers to his mouth and sucked on them. “Hmm delicious, were you doing t son” he asked “Uh maybe” I responded still unsure of what to do “How’d you like it, me personally I love it, turns me into a total cumslut. Even more than normal” he said chuckling as he put his hand on the small of my back and guided me into the living room. “Looks like you’re going to need a bigger plug to keep that load in son” he said pushing on my loose plug. “I thought I might have some old ones that would fit you but for now let’s get that load deep in you” he bent over the chest in front of the couch and I saw a massive plug in his hole. He pulled out two dildos. One maybe 20 inches long and thick and another about ten inches and a little less thick. He stuck them to the top of the chest and pulled out a pipe from a side table drawer. “You ever smoked before son” he asked to which I shook my head “It’s not that hard but I’ll shotgun your first few hits” he said as he held a lighter under the pipe till white clouds began to form. He inhaled them then came up to me and pushed his mouth to mine his thick beard scratching my face as his fat tongue invaded my mouth. He pushed the smoke into my lungs as we made out. “You like making out with your old man huh” he said as he pulled away. We repeated this until the pipe was empty making out longer and longer each time. “Alright now let’s get these loads deep in us” he said pulling out his massive butt plug and setting it down. He then lined the massive 20in dildo up with his hole and sat down taking almost the entire length in one go. “ cmon son it feels amazing” he moaned out “ just take it with all the meth you’ve done it’ll be easy” I pulled out my buttplug and pulled my thong to the side. As I felt the tip of the dildo on my hole a shock went through me and I pushed down. It felt amazing stretching me out. “Atta boy” my dad said while he rode his own dildo and turned on the tv. More porn came on but this time it was only two men. One huge god of a man and another smaller one that I realized was my father. “This here is the video of me losing my virginity son” he moaned out “ it was the start of my life” I was transfixed on the screen watching the human god fuck my dad. Waves of pleasure flowed through me but I soon realized I couldn’t take more then about seven inches “Looks like you reached your second hole son” my dad said between panted breaths. “I want more” I moaned out. “Oh I know sweetheart don’t worry daddy will help you” he said standing up in front of me his locked cock in my face. I licked out getting a drop of his precum on my tongue. He put his hands on my shoulders before pushing me down hard. I felt a jolt of pleasure as my ass hit the chest and I knew I took the dildo balls deep. As it broke through my second hole I shot a giant load into the front of my thong “Good job son” my dad said as he bent down to kiss me “Now you can’t stop now you gotta make sure none of the cum you got will slip out. Sluts like us can never waste a real man’s cum” dad said as he remounted his own dildo and continued to ride. After about 30 minutes he shot his load and it dribbled out of his cage. “Alright son I think that’s enough for tonight let’s get you to bed” he said as he pulled me off the dildo and walked me to my room. As he laid me in my bed he took my thong off and sucked my cum off it. “ I’ll be taking this now good night son” he said with a kiss to my forehead.

Hi guys, here's the next chapter... I plan to post one every weekend from here on out. Enjoy! VII. The Sacrament The Chapter was still rejoicing at the addition of an eager new Convert to their ranks. Now was the time for the special sharing that the newest Brother could bestow only in the springtime of his Gift. The haunting notes of the Initiation Hymn rang through the subterranean Chapter Hall, its ancient stone lightly trembling to the deep baritone thrum. Torches were lit in their iron rings with a spattering flare, casting a dim glow into the farthest recess of the crypt, where a hidden stairway spiraled to even lower Depths. As prescribed by the Ritual, the Brothers filed into the back of the sanctuary, forming an orderly semicircle on either side. To one side of the altar the newest Brother, his unhooded robe now bound with the crimson cord of a Novice, sat with the easy confidence bestowed by full manhood, upon an ornately carved chair of dark wood, padded in red velvet, with the Fraternal crest emblazoned on its back. To call it a throne would be unseemly, but with its restrained, masculine dignity it was without question a seat of honor. The young man’s radiant glow and gentle, indulgent smile betrayed a modest but well-earned pride. The Liturgy was familiar to the Novice, who had undergone a similar Initiation ceremony just weeks before. But there was one important difference. Rather than a mass anointment of semen injected by the gathered Brotherhood into a fertile and receptive hole, on this High Holy Night the recent Convert was to administer the Sacrament alone, drawing on the unique and beautiful power of his newly poz Cock, a brilliant but short-lived potency with a viral – or shall we say virile – load in the miraculous millions. A power granted by the Dark One with the commandment to deploy it, broadly but wisely, to bestow the Gift of Conversion on a few fortunate men. A dank, mysterious breeze wafted from unseen passageways as uneven footsteps tripped their way down the stone stairwell. The entry was less orderly than before, for the man being escorted was putting up a vigorous fight. Even beneath the loose-fitting robe his powerful build was unmistakable, and the two Guards, at the peak of fitness themselves, struggled to subdue him. In the scuffle the garment’s hood was wrenched off, revealing the wide, angular face of a man of some fifty years, with close-cropped silver hair and thick stubble. A fiery rage flashed in the man’s blue-gray eyes and his broad, muscled shoulders heaved and twisted as he battled his captors. As he thrashed, the neck of his robe fell open, unveiling a massive chest with thick nipples that stood defiantly erect through a forest of silver hair. The rough rope binding the cloak at the waist slipped open as it was pulled to and fro, allowing the sides of the robe to drape open gracefully, like stage curtains. The opening had barely widened a few inches when the man’s cock, powered by its own angry arousal, sprang forth – lifting along with it a ruddy scrotum easily the size of two fists, buried in a nest of silvery hair like steel wool. The massive orbs within the sac jostled and bounced as the man continued to exert all his force in an effort to break free. A shock of recognition swept the gathered Brothers – though their hood-shrouded faces kept their composure and the chant continued unabated, slowly gathering force. The Novice in his chair of honor felt an uneasy jolt course through his body. For the new arrival was no ordinary Recruit. He was an infamous foe of the Brotherhood: the pastor of a local megachurch, a potent political force in the conservative community. This “reverend” hosted religious broadcasts along with his shrewish, heavily made-up wife, where they raged ceaselessly against the evils of sexual sin. Nothing seemed to arouse his anger more than the spread of HIV, and he would spit violently as he cast his contempt on “filthy, AIDS-ridden homosexuals.” As he became aware of his surroundings a hint of fear tinged the anger in his eyes and his struggle ebbed slightly. He pulled himself to his full height, fixing a prideful but chastened glare at the altar before him. The eerie chant rose again in volume and tempo, as the High Priest emerged from the gloom. “Are you [citing his name]?” the Priest intoned in a resounding baritone. “I am,” the man replied, summoning his own imposing, masculine timbre, with just a hint of uncertainty. “Do you know why you stand before us?” “I have been brought here by force, against my will.” “You stand at trial as an enemy of our Brotherhood,” the Priest declared. “Tonight you are to be transformed. We give you a choice. You may accept with gratitude the Gift we offer, along with our forgiveness – or you may fight it and be marked as an outcast, both among our ranks and in those of your own hateful sect. Either way, you will receive forever in your body the Sacrament of our Faith, that which you have long reviled and blasphemed.” “Fuck you, you filthy f*****t,” the man snarled, straining anew at his bonds. The Guards tightened their grips, easily overcoming his now flagging resistance. The Priest remained calm. “You still have time to repent. We are men of grace and justice, and we extend the hand of welcome to those who gladly receive what we offer. Think carefully. A wise choice on your part will grant you entry to a Fellowship of Men far more powerful than the impotent religion which you now profess.” “Fuck you,” the prisoner repeated, this time with a noticeable shade less conviction. “Very well,” the Priest nodded. “Your resolve will be tested.” He glanced at the Guards, who turned the man roughly, forcing him to face the congregation. At this point a group of four Brothers, their faces cloaked like the others, their voices still chanting in mystical unison, broke from the ranks and strode in single file toward the altar, arraying themselves closely around the struggling captive. Even the thick robes could scarcely conceal their supple, athletic bodies. One by one the four men unfastened and cast off their garments, revealing breathtaking torsos, taut abdomens, hard-trained arms and trunk-like legs. These magnificent young men, all of them on the cusp of twenty, were the flower of the Brotherhood’s youth, each boy beguilingly beautiful in his own way. One was a golden blond with the first fresh bloom of auburn beard, a few tentative strands of hair adorning his broad, smooth chest. Another had mahogany skin, pitch-dark hair, and almond-shaped eyes set in a perfect, unwrinkled brow. The third was sculpted of priceless ebony, with chocolate hair tightly surrounding his massive skull and carpeting godlike genitals. The fourth, a sinewy redhead, was clad in pale, marble-like skin sketched with light blue veins and lightly sprinkled with freckles. A light tuft of ginger pubic hair topped his gently dangling uncut cock, more modest in size than the others but with a perfectly proportioned beauty. The young Brothers sparkled with an endearing boyishness, but moved with the earnest, meaningful manner of men about their work. The foursome laid their hands upon the trembling man, who gave a startled gasp and shuddered momentarily in the Guards’ tight grasp. The young men’s tender ministrations seemed to melt his resistance and he relaxed slightly, only tensing as each boy’s fingers caressed his most sensitive parts - grazing a nipple, gliding down his shivering back, gently cupping his prodigious balls, then stroking his still-stiffening member, which responded of its own accord, straining and twitching toward the vaulted ceiling. Soft lips and moist tongues explored every crevice of his quivering body. The man heaved a sigh, loosening his tension imperceptibly. As the blond boy slid into a kneeling position and brought full young lips toward the man’s pulsing cockhead, the prisoner seemed to resign himself to his fate, throwing his head back as he accepted the pleasure that was forcefully bestowed upon him. The strange words of the ancient chant rose and enveloped him, and the wide eyes of the Novice, still patiently waiting to perform his duty, glowed with intensity as he cast his gaze upon the scene. The captive’s ten-inch cock glided easily down the young blond’s practiced throat, and the other lads added their own stimulation – the black boy stretching his lips to envelop the massive balls, the redhead licking the lightly haired shaft and sharing its glistening head with his blond Brother in a tender kiss. Then the mahogany-skinned youth rose to his feet and turned to the congregation, backing toward the altar and presenting the smooth copper globes of his backside to the captive. He reached behind himself and stretched his buttocks from either side, revealing a taut, puckered hole that glistened with the spit with which his fellows had anointed him in pre-ceremonial preparations. The prisoner tensed anew, a look of terror in his eyes, but retained his stance as the boy backed himself onto the hard cock – which, with a will of its own, throbbed greedily as it slid in. All pretense of resistance was dropped as the man slipped his arms from the Guards’ now loose grasp and clenched the boy’s chest, tightly squeezing him as he pounded his loins hungrily, deep into the welcoming hole. Grunts and growls emerged from his grimacing lips and he shook, seemingly seized with an electrical force beyond his control. A sudden, final spasm exploded from his groin, his face contorted in simultaneous shock and ecstasy, and he emitted a guttural cry that echoed through the vaulted arches. His arms wrapped even more tightly around the brown-skinned boy and, despite himself, he grasped the young man’s face, turned it toward him, and kissed him passionately. Suddenly the captive seemed to come to his senses and pushed the boy away, his slick, semi-hard cock bouncing as it was roughly yanked from the tight young hole. The man staggered backwards, stumbling against the altar, and grasped his head in his hands. “What are you– get the fuck– I didn’t want–” he stammered weakly. The Priest stepped out of the shadows where he had been discreetly watching and addressed the man, as the four boys stood at attention, their own turgid cocks pulsing from their exertions. Abruptly the congregation interrupted its insistent chant, the dark notes reverberating for many minutes until they faded into stony silence. The captive’s heaving shoulders sagged, and a look of resignation came over his sweating face. “You know what you are, friend. Your body betrays you,” the Priest said gently. “You stand at a crossroads. Ahead of you could lie an endless bounty of the pleasure you have just tasted. If you cast your lot with our Order, you will claim the manly embrace of a community of lovers. We are truer to our Faith and more steadfastly loyal to our fellows than the brittle hypocrites who profess to be your disciples. Do you not wish to be one of us?” The man held a long, dejected gaze at the flagstone floor, seemingly lost in thought, while the gathered Brothers maintained silence. Finally, summoning a scrap of courage, he whispered, “What must I do?” “You shall be anointed this night with a life force that you will bear within your body forever. The entire Brotherhood will witness as your false manhood is stripped from you and you are laid bare as the naked and vulnerable boy that you have always been. “Once the Gift has been received within you, your past transgressions will be burned away in a fiery fever. I will not lie – it will be an ordeal, but one from which you will emerge a new and purified Man, the bearer of enormous power and privilege, but also of lifelong responsibility. You must promise to share our precious Gift with generations to come, as Scripture dictates. If you remain devoted to the oath of our Order, the Brothers will stand by your side unto death, and beyond.” The Priest held his words for the few moments it took his voice to echo and fade through the halls, then intoned, “Will you so solemnly swear?” The man stood transfixed for many minutes, daring not to look up from the floor. Finally he nodded, barely perceptibly. The Priest, raising his arms, repeated with greater force, “Will you so solemnly swear?” After one more moment of hesitation, the man drew a deep breath. “I will.” The Novice gasped lightly and shifted in his chair, adjusting the drapes of his robe modestly across his stirring lap. The Priest lowered his arms and clasped his hands before him. In spite of his solemn dignity, a light smile crept onto his lips. “Let us prepare the Service.”

Hail the Dark Lord and his dark gifts! I offer myself to Him, to use as He chooses.

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

IV. Fever Pitch The rhythm of life in the Chapter House continued in the days after the Conversion Ritual. Lives and loves were celebrated, laughter and the union of the flesh continued to strengthen the manly bonds of the community. An energy and excitement filled the air, as it always does in the sacred season of a Conversion. Rumors circulated that visits of the Dark One were more frequent in these days. None dared speak of them, but the chosen ones betrayed their secrets in their morning countenances of beatific, demonic bliss. In this mystical, magical time, the passions He bestowed on the men selected to submit to His desires were more exquisite, the pleasures they experienced more searingly, beautifully painful, than before. The Brothers had given their spirits entirely to their Lord and Master. He held those trembling and vulnerable souls, literally, in His massive and clawed hand, and, if it can be said, stroked and stimulated them to a climax of celestial – nay, infernal – passion. The explosion of secret joy, in the silent darkness where He takes His subjects, can only be called an orgasm of the soul. A good two weeks after the Ritual, news of infinite joy spread through the Chapter. The Initiate had woken in fiery, delirious fever, an angry rash spreading across his torso. The Fuck Flu: a unique and one-time experience in a young man’s life, of more significance even than a boy’s first ejaculation. This was a time to celebrate -- for the sickness meant that the lad, though he would walk through a searing fire in the days ahead, was making his final transition to glorious Manhood. A Brother Medic was assigned to attend the young man’s bedside at all times, wiping his burning brow with a cool cloth and tenderly raising his head to give him sips of fluid containing electrolytes (stirred in with a load of cum that had been donated earlier, with a wry smile, by a Brother known as a prankster). All the Brothers knew full well what their new comrade was experiencing, for they had gone through the same in their day. Along with compassion, they were filled with pride – and not a little jealousy, fondly wishing they could relive that age of excruciating growth and new discovery. The Initiate murmured incoherently as he thrashed about in his sweat-soaked bed. Fading in and out of consciousness, he was vaguely aware of having been taken on a journey that night – a dreamlike odyssey that bewildered his young mind. For the night had brought a moment that comes only once in a youthful Brother’s life: his first time chosen by the Dark One to be inseminated, taken to the darkest depths of pure pleasure -- a pleasure tinged with the realization that he had given his immortal soul, of his own free will, in exchange for an eternity of sexual ecstasy. His spiritual virginity had been taken from him. A searing pain in the Initiate’s entrails brought forth vague, flickering memories of a gargantuan phallus, a hooded obelisk of hard, dark, scaly flesh, wrapped in veins like thick jungle vines. Out of the darkness eyes of fire, impossible to gaze at directly, had bored into him. Invisible, powerful limbs had muscled his vulnerable body into position so that the massive pillar could penetrate him to his most intimate depths -- quite simply, fucking his soul. As a river of boiling ejaculate flooded into him, his temperature began to soar almost immediately. Youth and health were sucked out of him in an instant, leaving him drained and deathly ill. For in this moment, the Dark Father was bestowing a satanic sickness on his newest Son. While the medical profession diagnoses such a fever as the biological process of seroconversion, for us it is a mystical event, like the transubstantiation that is at the heart of the Christian Holy Communion. The transition of a man’s body through Conversion is the most hallowed miracle of our Religion, to which we bow down in reverent worship. Desperate antibodies deluged the Initiate’s tortured body as his immune cells made their final, pathetic fight against the overwhelming invader. They were doomed to fail, but while they made their impotent last stand, the body was inflamed with a deathly illness like nothing the young man had ever experienced. Two days into his fever, a doctor was summoned to his bedside – one of several prominent physicians who were secret Brothers. (The man was, in fact, the dean of the medical school at the local university -- a campus well known to the Brothers, for it was prime hunting grounds, full of bright-eyed and innocent undergraduates, their raging hormones and youthful, unexposed blood a tempting invitation). The doctor gave a fatherly smile as he examined the Initiate. His temperature – 103 degrees Fahrenheit – was in line with that typically bestowed by the family strain. The pounding headache was likely to subside within another two or three days; the rash would fade in a week or so. The Transformation was proceeding in a normal, healthy fashion. (To be continued)

A fantastic conclusion of the initiation. Oh how I dream to to be the Pledge! Now, it's time for the Pledge to become a full member of the Brotherhood by recruiting new Pledges and expand the Brotherhood! Thank you for a story line that celebrates Cock and his Glory and Power of Life--the Sacred Cum.

Yeah, that's history, change over time! I think you did quite a masterful job with Dario wanting to use condoms. I wonder if the guys at the bath houses were into chasing in the early 80s? I've talked with some guys that were infected in the 80s, and they say the meds saved them, because otherwise it was a death sentence. I'd be interested to know the history of the different strains. I know some are less severe than others.

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I answered yes. I brought him to Jake’s Pozzed While Cruising 10 I reluctantly let his huge brown cock slip from my mouth, but I was sure I was going to have it my ass soon. I told him I know of a place as long as he did not mind a few extra guys. He did not. So the three of us made our way to Jake’s apartment which was just a short walk across campus. We got to Jake’s apartment and there was no mistaking what was happening on the other side of the door. We could hears moans and cries of “no” and “stop”, but followed up by “more” and “deeper:. I could see Josh getting nervous and our newest addition which we never asked his name. We both were too slutty to do that. We were more interested in sucking his cock and taking it up the ass than asking his name. I knocked on the door and heard Jake yell, “in a minute” followed by “it’s gotta be Joey and the QB.” He flung open the door, stark naked with his oversized hard cock waving in front of him like a jousting lance with his roommates behind him breeding two hot twinks. I wondered if they knew what they were getting into when they agreed to come to JAkes’s apartment. Jake invited us in and asked who the new guy was. I got embarrassed and shrugged my shoulders, I said, “we sucked his huge cock, but forgot to ask his name.” Jake just laughed as he called Josh and I a couple of sluts and then ordered us to get naked, our knees and start sucking. Our latin swordsman, introduced himself as Sergio and shed his clothes as well. We did not have to be told twice. I shucked my shoes and clothes into the corner and Josh piled his on top of mine. I immediately swallowed as much of Sergio as I could. While Josh picked up on Jake where they left off in the bathroom. The room was filled with sounds of fucking and sucking the moans from the twinks were so erotic. As Paul and Dan, Jake’s roommates, planted their tainted seed deep in the bowels of each of the twink bottoms. Dan slipped buttplug into his twinks well fucked ass saying, “we need to keep those 2 gifted loads in your cunt to make you pregnant”. He then ordered him to move over and eat Sergio’s ass. Sergio pushed him away saying he was a top and did not do ass play, but Jake and Dan were insistent that Sergio would love it and soon I could tell that he was. It felt like his cock thicker, a bit longer and a whole lot harder in my mouth as the twink ate and tongued Sergio’s ass. Sergio soon dumped a massive load in my mouth, and Jake urged me to share with Josh. I leaned over and Josh open his mouth and with every eye in the room on us. I dribbled Sergio’s hot load from my mouth to Josh and swished it around his mouth and fed it back to me. I swallowed it. Paul fucked his hot load into his twink and repeated the same process of inserting a butplug and ordered him to rim Jake, but by this time Jake had Josh on his back on the coffee table and squeezing his bare cock into the QB. Josh was not protesting. Jake pushed in a little and then back out. I told Jake that he took a huge bbc the night before. So no need to be gentle. Jake was not! So the twink was told to come over to me and eat my ass and get it ready for the next fucking. Sergio barely got soft when he pulled the twinkie bottom around and forced his massive cock down his throat. Ordering him to get his massive cock hard as he was going to fuck a whole lot of ass tonight. Jake just looked at me and winked. As he continued his effort to poz the QB. As the twink ate my ass. I wondered where all this was going to lead. I knew I had to be Ty into this group what was Jake’s plan to poz him? Was it possible for me or Josh to poz someone from the bottom. I guess I would soon find out as Sergio face fucked one of the twinks while he eyed the twink that was fingering and eating my hole. More to Cum Thanks for the great feedback Always looking for hot chat, phone or a possible meet up Joey

I again shot out a text and got several responses: Brian (10" Poz Cock) Fuck yea I want that little whore again, I will be there. Dylan (9" Thick Poz) I am in. Rob (9" Married) Mike (7.5 fat ginger cock) Malik (11" thick BBC) Trevon (9.5 thick BBC Poz) Jamal (10" uncut Medium Thickness left no status given but he is Trevon's buddy so probably poz) I saved the black guy for 7:45 and lined up Brian and Rob to start out, followed out by Dylan and Mike. I already knew Mike wanted Ryan to share with his Son. Mike's boy was also a ginger 29 tall and lean with a fat ginger dick 8.5 and a little thicker than Mike's. He was all straight but had not had sex in a month since his wife got pregnant and needed it so bad he was telling his dad he needed to hire a prostitute and Mike convinced him all he needed was a straight boy who liked dick. No names just a hot ass and mouth to use when ever he needed. Devon would never have agreed but he was so horny he told his dad he would give it a try but only this once. Mike was str8 also but knew a fag could give him anonymous sex without worrying about a baby or a girl falling in love with him. Dylan wanted a party with the boy too but I told him he was not ready for that yet but soon! He wanted to have a charging party with him I found out. Told him to plan on Friday or this weekend and to let me know when his buds were free. If all went well one of the BBC's would want to have their own. Brian text at 6:40 that Ryan was there and sucking his dick. Ron text at 6:45 that the party had already started. Rob put his dick through the hole and tapped on the wall and Ryan came over and sucked his dick. Rob was moaning and slowly fucking Ryan's mouth. Brian was whispering, that's it faggot whore. Suck that big dick, you want his load don't you. Ryan kept sucking his dick. Brian whispered nice whore, put your hole up here so I can taste it. Ryan did, Brian started to eat his pussy, tongue fuck him and rubbed the precum from his dick and rubbed it all over Ryan's hole. He pulled out a shard of T and grabbed his head and squeezed out as much precum as he could and dropped the T in it and spit on the kids hole and worked the shard in with his finger and then finger fucked him. The Kid tried to move but was being throat fucked by Rob. Brian spit on his hole and told Ryan to suck his dick. Ryan turned around and his hole was in view of Rob. IT was too much for him to take and he pushed his dick against the boys pucker and slowly slide into that cunt. Rob started fucking him slowly and he kept building up steam and soon he was slamming the wall and then one final slam and he grunted load and shot his load in Ryan. Stayed there shaking and pulsing and then Brian told Ryan to suck the guys dick off, be a good whore and clean him up. Ryan pulled off Brian and sucked Rob clean as he pressed his ass against the hole where Brian and started pressing his thick dick into the boys cummed up hole. Rob let the boy suck him clean and then pulled up his pants and tucked hid dick in his Jock and headed out. Mike was next and while Brian was fucking him calling him a dirty whore my slide his thick ginger dick through and Ryan started sucking and nursing on Mike. Mike began moaning and Brian fucked the kid before long Brian lost it and shoved his dick deep and came hard in Ryan. That fucking cunt dude your fag hole is so hot Brian said. Mike pulled his dick out and bent down and whispered you have the most amazing pussy boy, then he stated kissing Ryan. Ryan and Mike made out while Brian slowly fucked Ryan's hole. It had two loads in it and after three to four minutes Brian came a second time. Mike broke the kiss and said, see I told you boy. Go clean that dick off and let me have your hole. Ryan pulled off Brian and centered his ass on the glory hole. Mike started to clean him up right away as Ryan cleaned up Brian's big poz dick. Mike licked and tongue fucked that loosened cum filled fuck hole before lining up his fat dick to it and shoving it in and fucking that cunt. While Mike was jack hammering Ryan's cunt Briand got dressed and got down in front of Ryan and told him to open his mouth and spit three time and told him to swallow it. Good Fucking whore Brian said and winked at Ryan and told him to take lots more cum today. Be here after work and I will fill you up again! Dylan was next and he came in and whipped out his thick 9" poz dick and lined it up at the hole and Ryan sucked and licked the precum off his dick and Dylan gave him an inch each time the kid earned it till he was lodged in the back of his throat. The kid was being power fucked from both ends. This lasted for five minutes and Mike came in Ryan. Mike stayed in his cunt and Dylan hearing Mike groan pulled his dick out and told the kid to suck off that dick. Knowing that Ryan would present his cunt to him. That he did and Dylan fucked and longs stroked his cunt. Mike started to grunt again and shot his load and then pulled out. The boy seemed to need poppers so Mike feed him some. Six hits and he was moaning like a bitch in heat and he must of relaxed his hole because Dylan shot his load deep in the boy and said fucking whore cunt always makes me cum hard. I just flooded your hole slut. Mike whispered to Ryan, you are so hot. Go clean off his dick while I eat your hole again. Before you do take this, Mike slipped him a note to text note and told him to read it later. Ryan took it and slide it in his pants pocket and then began cleaning of Dylan's big cummy dick. Mike ate the kids hole again and then slide in and fucked it for five more minutes and shot his load. pulled out and eat his hole again till Brian had pulled his dick out, tucked it in his jeans and left leaving the two alone. Ryan turned around and Mike stood up and let Ryan clean off his dick and Ryan sucked that fat dick. He worked it for five minutes and Mike shot one more time in the kids mouth and then pulled up his boxer shorts and dress pants and left. He said make sure you text me later. Ryan thought he was done but the T had him still horny as fuck, he heard the door and waiting and both booths opened and locked. Ryan' s hart started to race, it was always exciting to see who and what dick would slide through. He peaked to the right and he could not tell and then to the left and he thought the guy might be black. Trevon let his dick flop out of his white underwear and Ryan was excited and nervous, He had never sucked a BBC but had jacked off to it many times. Yea he told Jack that black dicks were softer but a girl told him that once. Travon slowly slide his big dick through the hole, so thick and dark. Ryan grabbed it and licked the head and jacked it and tasted the precum. He loved the taste and sucked and tried to swallow that big cock. Trevon pulled out and feed him some poppers and then again started to fuck his mouth and he pulled out again. He bent down and kissed the boy and told him to turn around and back up on his dick. Ryan did and as he did he could see the most beautiful 10" black dick leaking precum. He quickly put is tongue out to catch it, he had never seen anyone leak like that. Ryan looked down and that dick must have been dripping for a little while since there was a huge puddle on the ground. Ryan put his fingers in it and rubbed it on it on his hole and then did it again. He presented his lubed up hole to the BBC at the hole, Trevon told Jamal to popper up the white whore. Jamal pulled out and fed the kid six hits and stayed there and told Trevon the whore is ready and kept feeding him hits as Trevon slammed into his cunt. The expression on Ryan's face was a mix of pain and pleasure and he finished his 10th hit and started to moan. Jamal told Ryan to kiss him and they made out for three minutes and Jamal stood up and fed Ryan his head again so Ryan could suck from the tap. Trevon was slamming the kids ass and before long Jamal was fucking his throat. The kid tried to pull up and was struggling to breath as Jamal slowly pulled out and Ryan coughed. Jamal feed him more poppers and he was spinning and he slowly fed him his big cock and fucked his throat for three minutes and then pulled out and the boy gasped for air and then and another throat fucking for long until the boy was taking it for five minutes and just then Trevon shot his load and make a groan and grunt and said fuck that is some fine pussy. While Trevon was slowly fucking Ryan Jamal got down and fed the kid more poppers and told him to suck his buddy like he just sucked him. Ryan turned around and put his hole up to Jamal's hole and opened wide and Trevon shoved his dick in the back of Ryan's throat and Ryan coughed, Trevon pulled out and little and let Ryan suck his dick and then he started pushing back and ended up deep in the kids throat. Jamal and spit on Ryan's hole and slide in deep and he was fucking his cummy slit when Trevon pulled out and Ryan started to moan and whimper as he was being deep fucked. Trevon pulled out and pulled up his sweat pants and bent down and whispered to the kid, white whores always love BBC. You should let me whore you out one night, you would fucking love it. Give me your number whore Ryan slowly gave his number. Whore answer me when I text you, with that he left and Jamal fucked Ryan for another ten minutes and shot his load. Ryan sat on the toilet and answered the text from Trevon. Trevon - Great pussy, I love white boys. Ryan - Thanks Trevon - You have plans on Sunday afternoon, BBC party be there at 2 PM I will text you the details. Ryan - Well, I have a girlfriend and not sure what we are doing yet. Trevon - Fuck that, you are taking BBC, you will be there. Ryan - Okay Ryan sat on the toilet with some cum dripping out of his hole when the door opened on the stall next to him. Ryan thought, I think I need to go but the T still had him horny. While he sat there he looked at his watch and it was 8:45. He should go but something kept him from going anywhere. He peeked in the hole and there was a huge black dick being stroked. The guy asked Ryan if he wanted it, Ryan licked his lips and said yes. He stood up and feed a few inches through the hole. He said earn it boy. Ryan sucked that big dick and licked the head and wanted it bad. He told Ryan to turn around and show him his hole. Ryan did and he slide his finger in and then two and three. Nice fuck hole boy. He pulled out and took a big rock and slide it in his cummy hole between his three finger and left it inside. The kid did not even feel it. Then he told Ryan to suck his fingers clean and Ryan turned around and did. The T was making him horny as fuck. Malik fed him his dick and Ryan throated it but still could not take it all. Malik let him try for five minutes and then told him to unlock his booth. Ryan hesitated but Malik told him again and Ryan did it. Malik pulled his dick out so just the head was there and Ryan sucked the head and the Malik pulled out and gave Ryan eight hits of poppers and told him to get on his all fours with Ryan's hole facing the stall door. Ryan did it, Malik unlocked his door and came over and opened up Ryan's door and saw that hot cummy hole. He spit on his dick and Ryan;s hole and slide slowly in till he was 9" bottomed out. He was thicker than Jamal, he handed the poppers to Ryan and told him to keep taking hits till he was deep inside. Malik slowly but forcefully slide his cock back and forth working to break through the second ring and after six to seven minutes it popped through. Ryan's head came back and he make a noise that was a mixture of a grunt, moan, pain and pure pleasure. Malik stayed there and fucked slowly back and forth letting his head out of the second ring and then forcing it back open and then he started long fucking his cunt. Ryan had lost track of time but this went on for twenty minutes and then finally Malik shoved past the second ring and Ryan could feel his dick pulsing. He did not say a work or even more or grunt, he felt one, two, three and all the way up to seven spurts as Malik's cock pressed upward against the ring. Ryan did not want it to stop, fortunately Malik also was not ready to stop and he then started to long fuck him and get really rough with his hole. Ryan kept taking poppers and ten minutes later Malik shoved deep past the second ring and let out a moan as he said fuck that is one hot cunt. I want this cunt again boy, hand me your phone. Ryan pilled it out of his pants in front of him and handed Malik his phone and Malik called his phone and programed his number in Ryan's phone. He handed the phone back to Ryan and told him he was about to pull out and every good whore cleans up after and I know you are a good whore. With that Malik started to pull out and Ryan turned around and started sucking Malik's huge dick. When Ryan cleaned him off completely he patted the kid on the head and put his dick back in his underwear and buttoned his Jeans and walked out.

I would definitely sign up for that party! Hit me up if anyone wants to host one