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My employer recently moved offices in the city. And the organization that owns it provides us drinks and snacks once a month on a Friday from 4-6pm as part of their services. I go into the office on average 2-3 days every week and they have about 3-4 different people that man the reception for us. I am your average 5’7” guy. Bit of a dad bod in my 40s and not been having much luck in the sex and love department. Once of the people that man the desk on rare occasions is this early 20’s kind of surfer guy named Josh. About 6 foot tall but very skinny which is not usually my type, but he is so friendly and has that blond curly hair that is almost shoulder length and a smile that just makes you melt. I like it when he is on because he is just a smile you look forward to seeing. He always works the day of drinks and always takes time to chat to me. It wasn’t until the second month I found myself think how nice it would be to go on a date with him as he always laughs at my stories and jokes. It was the second month I started to think of how nice it would be to spend a night with him. Fantasizing about what it would be like to have him inside me and how much fun it might be after that too. But it was just a wandering mind. It was the third month on the Friday afternoon and Josh was chatting to me like normal and the other girls started to join in and share some stories about other team members and the reason why Josh was only here on the odd occasions. The story turned to Josh having a “man crush” on some of the other guys in their other locations. And I start to wonder lol. As we get close to the end of the event at 6pm and after maybe one too many wines, I am thinking it is time to go home and Josh comes over and poor’s me another glass and says “one more for the road”. This time he has one himself and is standing a little closer than before. I can smell a mix of aftershave or bod spray this time laced with the smell of a smoker. My crotch bounces to life, and I am feeling a bit uncomfortable as I try to hide a growing bulge in my pants. Everyone else is busy packing up and Josh just smiles at me and leans into whisper in my ear. “I will be finished in 15. Wanna meet me out the front? I’d like to take you out for another drink if you are interested”. I am caught somewhat off guard. Pretty much speechless at this point. Josh just stands their looking at me glancing down at the bulge in my pants. Everyone is heading off to pack up and he just smiles and says looking at my bulge, “And there is my answer. See you in 15”. And walks off with the rest. I go back to my office and pack up and am trying to reconcile what just happened. My cock is dripping precum thinking about it. It is weird to have the interest of someone so young and the thought of just spending time with him socially feels so nice. I have so many arguments internally about him being so young and why I shouldn’t. But I decide it is not my place to decide for him. He is an adult. I decide to go wait out front and take the moment to just enjoy the attention. Just the thought of spending time with him outside of work makes me excited. I wait out front and within minutes Josh comes out sporting a massive smile. He just gives me a man hug and says he was hoping I’d be here. We walk to a pub nearby and Josh has a smoke on the way apologizing for the habit and I reassure him it doesn’t bother me. Actually, he looks so hot as he smokes, and it gets me even more turned on. We got to a small pub nearby and grab one of those stand-up tables in the corner. Josh is not in any way shy about standing close to me as he chats. It’s quite noisy so he is almost touching me chest to chest as he talks to me almost into my ear. As he is leaning in telling me about where he lives and his room mates etc, I feel his hand rest itself on my waist and slowly move to my arse. It is so subtle and natural I don’t think anyone else would have given us a second glance. I can smell everything about him and feel his breath on my ear and neck as he talks, and I am almost mesmerized. With no warning at all he stops talking and kisses my ear and I feel his tongue go into my ear as he pinches my arse. He steps back a bit, but his hand doesn’t leave my waist. He is looking me right in the eyes with a grin from ear to ear and doesn’t say a word. I look at him smiling and just say “um, thank you”. I am completely at a loss for words and now have a bulge in my pants that I am worried is about to break through the zipper. Still surprised I simply get out the word “don’t” and his smile disappears as I finish the sentence with “stop”. Josh looks a bit confused as I rephrase it to a two-word sentence of “don’t stop”. Back comes the smile and with no shame he leans in and kisses me right on the lips. I just want to be devoured by the gorgeous man but we are in the pub. Not that he seems to care. His hand never leaves me hip and he says “I need to piss – and so do you” I begin to walk to the toilets at the back and he is holding the back of my pants as we walk through the crowd until we get to the toilet at the back. We go in and there are three stalls. Josh just grabs me and pulls me into a stall and shuts the door. He pins me to the wall of the stall and begins to kiss me like I am his long-lost lover he hasn’t seen for months. And boy can he kiss. Not a single word is said the whole time and firs the first time with his body pressed hard against mine I feel a substantial bulge in his pants. He is so skinny I am certain he is sporting a third leg. He spins me around and his hands are all over my as he kisses my neck and he begins to undo my pants. With my pants loosened he pulls the back down just enough to expose my hungry hole while kissing and nibbling my ear. Still nothing said. Then the tell tale sound of him undoing his pants and then I feel what has to be a thick 8 inch cock slap against my arse crack. He stops kissing my neck to spit on his hand and lube his cock with nothing more than spit and he is back at my neck as I feel the head of his cock press against my crack. Passionately as his kissing my neck and ear he gently eases in until I am full of his cock and his balls a pressed hard against my arse. Still nothing said as he slowly fucks me raw. No mention of condoms. Well, nothing said at all. But I can tell by his breathing he is on heat as much as I am and he is clearly close. Then the only words said since getting into the toilets. “Fuck I gotta nutt”. And then one full push and it is like he is trying to merge our bodies and I feel to squirts inside me. He is squirting so much and so hard I can feel it hitting my insides. He never stops kissing my neck until the last squirt and he slowly slides out with a plop. He pulls the back of my pants up for me and starts to pull his up. I turn around and as he is doing his zipper up I see the tell tale sign of a biohazard tattoo just above his belt line. He sees me notice it and I see instant regret in his eyes. I smile and lean in and passionately kiss him to let him know it’s alright and then we leave the toilets and go back to the bar. He is quieter now. Then says, “I am so sorry. I got so carried away and I just didn’t think.” I smile and tell him it is totally ok with me. You can tell he isn’t sure I am being honest. “Are you poz too?” he asks. “No” I respond. “but if I was to become poz, who better than you to do it for me”. He begins to relax and within an hour he is back to his flirting, touching and kissing. This time I grab his arse and pull him in as though trying to speak to him over the noise. “I only live three blocks from here. Let’s go back to my place. Why don’t you spend the weekend with me and see if you can actually knock me up. I couldn’t think of a nicer guy to spend the weekend with and be the one to get me pregnant”. To be continued.

Some of the minor characters in this story first appeared in this story. Zeke moved through the bath house with a confident, masculine, sensual strut knowing the very men who turned away from his gaze deep inside them wanted what he offered. At nearly 6 feet 6 inches and only 195 pounds he looked thinner than he really was. It enhanced the image he wanted to project. Long dark hair with a strand of white here and there hung about his face framing the illusion of sunken cheeks his done structure gave him in low light the sensual curve of his lips curled into a wicked, taunting smile and his eyes. Those ice blue compelling eyes that always seemed to catch the light even in near darkness. His nails were painted black and his body was covered in tattoos with a biohazard prominently displayed above his cock which was currently confined bulging out the front of his leather pants but when he freed it to wreak it’s damage on the men who succumbed to their own dark desires it was thick and hung long, never limp, it always had a slight lifting curve because of the huge balls under it like small oranges hanging low, churning out that liquid poison they all feared and all wanted so badly. He strode through the back room past the benches and slings to a large sturdy chair against the wall on a slightly raised dais, almost a throne and sat surveying his subjects. The men engaged in debauchery before him. Grinding and sweating. Fucking and fisting. All aware of him on some level. Hoping to not draw his attention and craving it at the same time but tonight Zeke paid them little mind knowing his prey would come to him… soon. Sure enough as Zeke looked up the boy meekly slipped through the door wide eyed at the sexual mayhem in the room. Barely old enough to be here. Not a virgin but full of the innocence of small town life where he had to hide who he was. One bight with an older man a week after his 18th birthday and now a trip to the city and this bath house. Zeke saw all this in a glance and smiled as the boy spotted him across the room and blushed red as Zeke’s hand caressed the bulge in his pants and motioned the boy closer. It was time for the game to begin. “What is your name pretty boy?” Zeke asked as he drew closer. “Tommy…. ummm … Tom” he replied trying to sound older “I’m Zeke Tommy, nice to meet you. Now that we know each other, why don’t you come over hare, kneel and accept me as your Master? You will eventually. You will submit and I will yank you out of that boring little life you knew till now and change you” Tommy looked shocked by his directness and wanted to back away but like a rabbit caught in the gaze of a snake Zeke’s eyes held him. “Ummm maybe I should go…” Tommy said though his feet stayed planted. Zeke ignored him and continued. “By the time I’m done with you you will not even recognize the person you have become. I’m going to enslave you to free you. The price is high but you will willingly pay” he said slowly unbuttoning his pants and letting his cock hang out running a finger along a vein in it then up to the base and further up to circle the biohazard tattoo. “Do you know what this means?” Tommy swallowed and nodded “That’s the price for being enslaved and used. That’s the price for being mine. For the things I will teach you. The pleasure pleasing me will bring to you.” Zeke said quietly in a room full of the sounds of raw man sex but Tommy heard every word. “Deep inside you know you want to be mine, you even want my virus to claim you so you very blood will be mine.” Then he dropped his gaze freeing the helpless boy before him. That was one of the rules. It had to be willing. Tommy backed up a step but the seed was planted in his mind and his eyes could not pull away from the motion of Zeke’s finger which had returned to stroking that vein. Finally the boy blinked and stumbled out of the room. He would roam the bath house and many men would offer but his mind would be filled with thoughts of Zeke and his words, He would be back. Zeke watched his minions writhing in the sexual dance and waited. Tommy wandered the halls, looking in the open doors at the men lying in semi darkness hands languidly stroking hard flesh in open invitation. Any of these men. muscular or stout, hairy or smooth could have satisfied his inexperienced needs. Indeed they could have shaped his sexual appetites for the rest of his life with their own little kinks but none of them caught his attention. None of them excited him, thrilled him, made him shiver with hear and desire. His mind kept going back to Zeke. The way he could feel the wrongness, The evil. The malicious intent to taint him for life. To free him… His mind distracted his treacherous feet kept taking him past the entrance to the back room and every time he glanced through it Zeke’s eyes caught him, that wicked, knowing smile on his lips. Finally Tommy gave in, walking to the throne and sinking to his knees. Part of his mind screaming at him to run but his lust overriding all logical thought. Zeke didn’t say a word he just motioned him to stand and walked him to a device like a large X securing his wrists and ankles tightly and began to spank him with a firm hand then a paddle. The pain rewired Tommy’s brain making his cock grow hard and when Zeke clamped sharp clips to his nipples he almost came. Zeke worked the boy's body with an expert touch. Pain and pleasure merging till he was almost incoherent lost in the sensations groaning in wanton acceptance as Zeke’s cock finally probed his crack finding his hole and plunging in almost ripping the boy’s tender flesh as he forced him open his warm, wet, silky insides to him Feeling that smooth bubble ass, so young and healthy looking grind back into him as his massive balls swung with his thrusts “Here it comes Tommy boy” Zeke hissed in his ear “Here comes my tainted seed, my virus to infect you. There is no turning back now just give in to it and let me into your blood and soul.” and his balls contracted, pumping his poison as he came deep inside “You! Are! Mine!” each word punctuated with a long jet of toxic cum filling that battered receptive hole. Tommy’s cock erupted sending his cum flying. The men who had been watching the show cheered

Stone and I were resting on loungers by the pool, he having drifted off to sleep while I was staring up at the few wispy clouds in the sky, totally lost in thought. Earlier we had enjoyed a long, leisurely, well, I would say “fuck” but I think it is actually more accurate to say “love-making”. This is what was occupying me, as I was realising how deep things had now got with him. I had never in a million years expected to be with a man in this way, and I expect Stone felt the same given he had also identified as straight for most of his life, but the truth was that we had completely fallen for one another. Yes, we still often rutted like animals in heat, but our sex was increasingly something far more meaningful than that. I was stirred from my contemplations of life, love and the human experience by my phone vibrating with a WhatsApp message: BROCK: Will you teach me? Well, there it was, the request I had been hoping for and perhaps kind of expecting, but it was still a thrill to actually see it on my phone. I doubted that I had been the only one to suggest to Brock that he needed to get with the times, or maybe he had come to that conclusion himself a bit, but being proactive in reaching out to him seemed to have done the job. Now I just needed to work out a plan. ME: I’d be happy to. When were you thinking? Where Dean had already been well on his way to discovering his true self when Stone and I got to him, I suspected it was going to be a bit more of a long game with Brock. He probably wouldn’t react well to Stone being there, at least at first, and I was going to have to take my time in getting him sufficiently adjusted to enable things to be stepped up a gear. I didn’t even know if he was on prep or not, so I could just be helping him to diversify his options with the studio without achieving anything else, but it was worth a shot. BROCK: Now. Your place. Shit. I hurriedly reached over and shook Stone awake, bringing him up to speed and instructing him to find someplace to go for a bit. ME: Sure. Just getting rid of Stone, then I’m all yours. BROCK: OK. Stone grumbled a little as I helped to get him out the door and into his car, but as soon as he’d pulled out onto the street and driven off, I saw Brock climb out of a truck parked opposite. Smoking a cigarette and wearing a hoodie with dark glasses, he hurried over clearly not wanting to be seen by anyone. “Hi” I said, as he walked through the open door and into the house. “Where are we doing this?” he growled at me as he unzipped his hoodie. “OK, slow down” I said, putting my hands up to calm him. “I think we better start with the basics on getting clean and prepared, and then we can take it from there.” “OK” he said, as I saw him visibly relax a little. He was clearly very wound up, so I knew I was going to need to tread carefully. I showed him upstairs to the guest bathroom, and then went and got a douche. I talked him through how to use it, and then left the room and closed the door so he could have a go himself. A while later he emerged, and saw me sitting in the guest bedroom opposite. “I think I’m done” he said. “Not sure though.” “No worries” I replied, giving him a warm smile. “We can move on to getting you prepared, so I’ll be able to see if we need to have another go.” “OK” he said, his shoulders tightening. “Don’t worry” I said, “we’re just going to do some things to get you loosened up a bit. I promise it will actually feel really good, and then when we’re done you can decide if you want to carry on or leave it at that for today.” He nodded at me, even giving me the slightest hint of a thankful smile. I gestured for him to come into the bedroom, and then over the next couple of hours I showed him how to loosen himself up with fingers and toys, as well as rimming and fingering him myself. We frequently broke to go outside for a drink and a smoke, and I could see that he was starting to get into having a small plug inside while we did that. “I think I’m ready” he eventually said, while on all fours on the bed with my tongue in his ass. “Are you sure?” I asked, after pulling back. “Just fuck me” he quietly growled, causing me to smile. There was one downside for me, in that he had pulled a packet of condoms out of his hoodie. However, I reminded myself that this was the long game, so I duly covered up for the first time in years, applied some lube, and then moved into position. I rested my cock on his hole, and gently moved it around a bit until I saw the tell-tale sign of him arching his back a bit, inviting me to sink in. I took it very slowly, frequently pausing on the way in so he could adjust and relax. He was panting the whole time, but let out a big breath when he felt me push my body up against him, indicating I was fully buried. Once again I paused to let him adjust, and then began a slow, short outstroke before pushing back in. This time he let out a low moan, and a louder one when I did it again. I gradually sped up, until I was properly fucking him and, to my surprise and pleasure, he was putting as much effort in to slam back on me. The power bottom in him had awoken! Eventually I roared that I was going to come, at which point he started slamming back even harder while shouting the place down as well. I finally went over the edge and thrust in one more time as I blew my load into the condom, and could tell from his ass spasms that he was coming hands free as well. We were both sweating like crazy and panting for oxygen, but as we calmed I slowly pulled out, removed the condom to toss it in the trashcan, and then turned and collapsed backwards onto the mattress beside him. He slowly sprawled himself forward from the all-fours position he’d been in the whole time, so that he was lying on his front. “Fuck” he eventually whispered. “Holy fuck.” “You good?” I asked. “Yeah” he replied. “That was fucking-A.” I chuckled. “Now you see why I went versatile, huh?” “Yeah” he said. We lay in silence for a while, before I hauled myself up while he turned over onto his back. “I’m not saying now, but there is more to show you when you’re ready” I said. “Like what?” he asked. “Well, it can feel different in other positions, and you can also be more in control.” “Show me” he said, with the slightest of grins. I stared at him for a moment, then reached for the condoms, opened another and pulled it onto my re-hardening cock. I slapped on a bit of lube while he watched, then before he could do anything I bent over, grabbed his ankles and threw them onto my shoulders. Without any of the patience from before, I lined up and slid back into him, causing him to yell out. “Like this” I said, as I started to fuck into him. He had thrown his head back and was rightly gripping the bedspread either side of him. “Do it!” I shouted. “Show me how you take control!” He didn’t change position and I just continued to slam into him, but then he suddenly shot his head up and fixed me with a gnarly glare, let go of the bedspread, and reached to grab my hips. Sure enough, he was now the one controlling my thrusts, and he wanted it even harder than I’d been giving it to him. “Fuck me you fucker!” was just one of the many commands he started barking at me, and I have to admit, it really did feel like he had taken control despite being the one getting shafted. Having already blown a load I knew this was going to be a longer fuck, so after a while I pulled out of him and lay down on my back on the bed. He got the message, and hopped over to straddle me before lowering himself back onto my dick. Now he could really be the power bottom, and he fucked himself frenetically on my cock until I was filling the condom and he was spitting all over my chest. We both took a long time to recover from the rutting, but once we had he decided to call it a day. He grunted a thank you at me after he’d put his clothes back on his sweaty body, and then he was gone. I pretty much passed out after that. Two nights later Stone and I were chilling in the kitchen on our second bottle of wine when my phone lit up with a series of WhatsApps. BROCK: Ate yo at hume? BROCK: fucikin BROCK: Got whisjy BROCK: oitside It was clear he was trashed, but if my interpretation of his slightly garbled messages was correct, he was also outside our house and apparently horny. “Got him” I said to Stone, smirking. “Brock?” he asked. “He’s outside” I said. I went and opened the door, and sure enough there was Brock on our driveway, holding a brown paper bag while he smoked a cigarette. “Hey” I said. “Fucker” he growled as he part-walked, part-staggered into the house. Stone approached from the kitchen. “Two fuckers” Brock barked. “Fucking-A.” He reached into the bag and pulled the bottle of whisky out, letting the brown paper fall to the floor. He yanked out the cork and took a swig, before marching over to the stairs and heading up. Stone and I glanced at each other, and then started following him as we pulled off our tops. We shucked down our shorts on the landing, and then headed stark naked into the guest bedroom behind Brock. He got to the bed and then turned to look at us, slightly licking his lips when he saw we had already stripped. “Get on your backs” he barked, before ripping off his tank top and shorts. We did as he commanded, lying side by side on the mattress with our newly-sprung erections standing firm. Brock let out an unintelligible growl, and then hopped up onto the bed, straddled me and lowered himself onto my bare dick. He seemed loosened and already lubricated, so I guessed he must have been riding a dildo or some other dicks before he got to us. He power fucked himself on me for an epic amount of time, before jumping up and moving over to sink himself down on Stone. Then after a while he was back on me, this time riding until I lost it and blew my potent load inside him. He squeezed my dick with his ass muscles until I’d stopped thrusting, then quickly jumped over to Stone and rode him to orgasm too. But that wasn’t him done, as he then jumped off, got on all fours on the bed and demanded we clean him up. Wearily we took turns rimming him until we’d both got hard again, at which point I thrust into Brock doggystyle and fucked him hard while he slammed back on me, with me again blowing a load of toxic juices into him when it got too much. Stone followed suit, slapping Brock’s ass repeatedly while they fucked which only seemed to egg on this newly-discovered power bottom. I almost had to hold Stone steady as he orgasmed and added a fourth dose of venom into Brock’s now apparently needy ass. Yet still Brock was not done, throwing himself onto his knees on the floor between us to suck off our cum-covered cocks. Where Dean had taken a long time to get any good at this, Brock was either a natural or had more experience than he’d ever let on, and his oral ministrations eventually got us hard again. Stone went first this time, pulling Brock up so he could slide into him while the muscular power bottom carried on sucking me, and then once he’d added a fifth load into the gaping hole we changed positions and I pounded Brock through to his sixth load of the night. Stone and I were done in, but Brock only seemed to be getting more heated. To give ourselves a break, we grabbed the bottle of whisky and steered him down to the basement. We got him to lie back on the bench, set up the fuck machine at his hole with a large dildo, and after Stone had fetched him a pack of cigarettes and an ashtray, we left him to it while we went back upstairs and collapsed on the now very sweaty guest bed. It was maybe a couple of hours later that I woke up to the bed rocking, and looked over to see Brock slamming himself up and down on Stone’s cock again. My boyfriend was moaning almost like he was in pain, and I soon got my own taste of it when Brock saw that I was awake and hopped over to slam himself down on me. He was unbelievably vigorous, and I couldn’t help but yell out as he thrust himself onto my pelvis repeatedly while my tired cock begged for mercy. Thankfully, when we had added another load each to his gaping hole, he finally seemed to be spent. He collapsed onto the bed between us and passed out, giving us the opportunity to cautiously slide off the mattress and exit the room. “Fucking hell” Stone sighed as we stood in our en suite shower together. “I’ve created a monster” I replied, mustering up a smile. We got ourselves cleaned and dried, then climbed into our bed and quickly fell asleep. This time we made it through to morning without being disturbed, and when we did eventually get up we found that Brock was gone. Stone set about stripping the guest bed to put all the cum-covered linens in the washer, while I headed down to the basement to clean up a mess of cigarette detritus, dildos, and numerous spills of cum and lube. A couple of days later Stone and I were out at dinner when I got a call from Dean. “You’ve got to get down here” he yelled excitedly, over thumping music in the background. “Where?” I asked. “The Locker” he shouted. “Why?” I asked, giving Stone a look. “Just fucking get here” Dean yelled, “you won’t be sorry!” The call cut out at that point, and I brought Stone up to speed. We decided we’d go and see what was up, so quickly settled the check and then got an Uber down to the club. We got undressed and stashed our things in a locker, including the plug I’d been wearing in case we got a little frisky after our meal, and then headed into the complex to find Dean. When we did locate him he was standing at the doorway of the largest playroom. “Look!” he said when he saw us, pointing into the room. There, bent over and bracing his hands on his knees, was Brock, and behind him a man was jackhammering into him like crazy. “He’s been at it for hours” said Dean. “All bareback.” “Wow” I said, though I was not actually surprised. “Did you do this?” asked Dean, his eyes narrowing as he apparently saw through my poor acting attempt. Stone and I laughed while nodding at him, at which point he burst out laughing too. “You fuckers” he said between chuckles. “Turned him out like you did me, huh?” “Took more effort” I replied, smiling. We stood and watched the scene for a while, before deciding to join in and have some fun ourselves. Stone got to the back of the line waiting to use Brock, while Dean and I headed to one of the walls of the room and bent over to offer ourselves up. In no time at all we were both being railed, smiling at each other as the room filled with the sounds of sweaty, raw, unfiltered sex. We saw Brock on and off for the next few weeks, and then one day there he was at our door sporting a new biohazard tattoo on his stomach. By this point we had already started off the process of getting him signed to Scorpex, and for that entire flying visit to see us he only talked about a proposal for a shoot he’d been sent, with no mention of anything else. However, the next day a gift basket of whisky sample bottles turned up on our doorstep, along with a hand-written card: Fuckers 1 & 2, Thanks. For everything. I mean it. B x Brock’s career has soared at Scorpex, with no other performer able to match his power and stamina as either a top or bottom. Stone and I actually starred together in a long scene with him, where we played a pair of vanilla boyfriends who get picked up by Brock and have our cocks and asses thoroughly used by him in a triumphant display of his new-found versatility. Off-set he seems to be fucking the toned twink from his gym, who Dean says has basically moved in with Brock at this point. We saw them together briefly at a bar, with the twink’s low-cut tank top allowing the new tattoo on his pec to be easily seen and understood. Maybe we did that too, or maybe he had to wait until Brock got to him for the change to take effect. Stone and I, meanwhile, have accepted just how much we have fallen in love with one another. I know I’m going to marry that man someday, which is the weirdest fucking thing given we both thought we were straight until recently. However, I can’t see us stopping our fun anytime soon, even if we do start to think about maybe getting a dog or something. Speaking of fun, Stone’s just found out that our former studio stablemate Jason has broken up with his girlfriend after some sort of weird late night arrest, and something about the whole story makes us wonder if we’ve found our next playmate…

Brock Silver was certainly once a very in-demand star, with this steroidy alpha energy about him and of course his repeatedly stated heterosexualiry. However, a combination of moving into his forties but probably more his strict top-only stance had started to lessen his appeal in the age of versatility. Hearing that he had been seen engaging in bareback gay sex off camera - even if still apparently just as a top - had got our interest, and we had hatched a plan. I had done four films with him pre-Covid, including a one-on-one after I had gone versatile myself, so we agreed it would probably be best if I made the first approach even if Brock and I did not know each other that well. From what I’d heard he still spent most of his time at the small gym he managed, so I decided to go there under the guise of being a prospective member, and see what came of it. I was initially shown around by the only staff member who seemed to be on duty, a toned guy in his twenties who I thought I saw checking me out a couple of times (so that was duly noted). We started in the changing rooms, but when we went into the main machine room there was Brock, looking even more muscled and of course smoking his trademark cigarette while he lifted weights (god only knows how he got away with it here). “Greg” he said when he stopped watching himself in the mirror to look at who had just walked in, “long time no see.” “Oh, Brock” I said, feigning surprise. “Wow. How are you man?” “Fucking-A” he said, looking back at himself in the mirror as he flexed. “Cool man” I said. “Fancy a beer after this to catch up?” “Sure” he said, doing one last set of lifts before he put the weights down on the floor. “Let me go get showered and I’ll meet you by the desk.” He made his way out to the changing rooms, after which the toned twink gave me a stuttering tour of the machines and weights before escorting me back to the front. “Let me think about it” I told him. “What time do you finish?” “Er, my shift ends soon, at 5” he said. “But someone else will be here until 10.” “I’ll be back before 5 then” I said, giving him a wink. He nervously coughed before nodding at me. Brock eventually appeared again, and nodded at me as he headed for the door out to the street. I followed him out, walking beside him in silence as he strode to a bar just along the block. He held the door for me and I went inside, and then he followed me in, motioned towards a booth and then went up to the bar. “So how are things?” I asked, as he sat down at the booth a couple of minutes later. “Quiet” he said, a little gruffly. “Oh, how so?” I asked. “Not done a shoot in months” he said, before taking a big gulp of beer. “Oh” I said. “Sorry to hear that.” “Dunno what the problem is” he spat out. “I’m in the best fucking shape of my life.” I hesitated, running my finger round the rim of my glass. “Well, you know, studios these days prefer performers who mix things up a bit” I said. “Have you thought about giving bottoming a try?” “Fuck that” he growled. “I’m straight. I don’t get fucked.” “OK” I said, holding my hand up. “But that might be the problem, I’m just saying.” “Whatever” he mumbled, “but I ain’t getting fucked.” We sat in silence for a moment. “What about you?” he asked, looking away from me. “Heard you’ve gone gay.” “Something like that” I said. “Quarantine made me realise what I was missing the most.” “And you’re with Stone?” he followed up, still looking down towards the end of the room. “Yeah” I said. “He’s great.” He nodded, then looked down at his beer. “Are you with anyone?” I asked. “Not got time for that” he said, which obviously made no sense given he had said things were quiet. “Fair enough” I said. “Fuck, I need a cigarette” he barked, before standing up out of the booth and heading for the door. I slid along the seat and followed him, leaving our beers behind. When I got outside he was lighting up a cigarette, and I took one from the pack he offered when he noticed I’d joined him. We smoked the cigarettes in silence, but after stubbing them out he immediately lit another (which I did not). “So what would I have to do?” he asked, out of the blue. “For what?” I replied. “To start bottoming” he said, glancing around before he did so. “Oh” I said. “Er, well, that depends. With me they wanted the filmed scene to be the actual first time, but that was quite nerve-wracking.” “OK” he said, now fixing me with something of a glare. “Given what a power top you are” I continued, “I reckon you might want to get some practice in first and then be more in control on set.” He nodded, before taking another big draw from his cigarette. “So you’re saying I need to find someone to…” “Yeah” I said, “that might be best.” He seemed to disappear into his thoughts, before he stubbed out the cigarette and went back into the bar. “Let me think about it” he said quietly, once we were both back in the booth. “Take all the time you need” I said, holding back my excitement as I realised that he was maybe interpreting my pep talk as meaning that it was me who should train him to bottom. He looked at me briefly, before lifting his glass and gulping down the rest of the beer. “I need to get back” he said, prompting me to swiftly drink the rest of mine before we stood up out of the booth. We walked back to the gym in silence, arriving on the dot of 5 as the toned twink was walking out the door. Brock went back inside without saying anything, and I turned to the younger man who was holding open the door. “I’m gonna take a couple of days to decide” I said, before smirking at him. “Unless you feel like coming back to my place to give me a free personal training session as a teaser?” “Er, yeah, OK, er, sure” he stammered. “Great” I said, “I could really use a workout.” He let the door go, and I threw my arm over his shoulders and steered him up the street to where my car was. Some hours later we despatched him home in a taxi, fairly sure his now gaping cum-filled hole was going to be converting soon. With that fun out of the way, we got into bed and I gave Stone the full rundown on my chat with Brock, so we could begin talking the next phase of our plans…

“Have you thought about doing gay porn?” If you’re an aspiring actor in Los Angeles, this is not want you want to hear from your agent. Granted, she had made it clear that she believed there was a natural limit to my talent, and I was going to need to rely on my charm, looks and physique to get anywhere. Clearly this wasn’t working, and I was getting desperate as I toiled away in gym and bar jobs that did not interest me at all, while either getting no auditions or receiving not-so-complimentary feedback from the ones I did attend. I think my agent had given me the suggestion for an alternative career goal so that I could still have some potential for a form of stardom, which I suppose is what I was actually seeking rather than being motivated by a love for the craft of acting (and god knows going into music wasn’t an option for someone so tone-deaf). My counter suggestion that perhaps straight porn might work better for me fell on deaf ears, as when I did eventually relent and agree it was indeed an all-male shoot that I turned up to. By that point I had selected the stage name of Greg Burnside. In my first scene I just received oral, but for my second I was expected to fuck a guy. Evidently my performance down well, as thereafter I became increasingly in demand as a top. I’ve got to say that I did actually get into it, finding that there was something that did it for me despite not having been aware of any interest in men before. Signing an exclusive contract with a new studio started the next phase of my career in the industry. While initially still just topping, I was now also doing the occasional scene where my rear end would receive some attention, including rimming and light fingering, and I started to suck dicks and rim butts myself in some scenes. I’ve got to admit, this all stirred some real curiosity in me about the whole of the gay sex experience, and when I was offered a wad of cash to lose my anal virginity in a scene that would be heavily marketed as a special event given the star I had become, I eventually agreed. The studio I was with had pivoted mostly into bareback, but all of us performers received supplies of prep and regular health checks, so once I had agreed to get fucked it didn’t take much effort from the studio to extend that to me being taken raw. I was allowed to select another top to do the deed, and a couple of weeks later I was to be found in a rented luxury villa getting railed for the first time. It was such a revelation for me that they eventually shot a second scene the same day with another of the studio’s tops who was able to be drafted in at short notice. Thereafter I assumed a versatile role for the studio, while still making sure that any interviews or promotional materials made it clear that I am straight. The studio was fully on board with this, seeing the extra appeal this seemed to generate amongst audiences, and they soon started doing joint productions with their hetero studio subsidiary on bisexual films where I would fuck women and get fucked by men, often at the same time time. Late in 2019 I was approached by the studio execs again with another wad of cash to do my first gangbang. I mean, I had been involved in one before as a top, plus several orgy scenes once I had gone versatile, but this time they were proposing that I would be the sole bottom in a scene where I would be fucked and bred by at least five other guys. It was proposed that it would be set in a locker room, with me cast as a cocky quarterback being taken down a peg by my teammates. I made a bit of a show of needing to be convinced, but in truth I had sprung the biggest hard-on of my life when I had first read the email about it, and I knew my answer was going to be yes. Filming the scene was epic, as they had managed to increase the budget and assemble ten tops from their stable. Two of them were fellow gay-for-pay stars that were friends of mine, and over the week leading up to the filming they had come over regularly to get me ‘warmed up’. Prior to that I had never had sex with men off-camera, but once again I found myself enjoying the exploration of a side of me I had not known I had. Anyway, on the actual day of the shoot, all ten men fucked me in various positions around the locker room, with three of them coming inside me while the others blew on my hole before pushing back in. While being pounded I sucked dicks, rimmed buttholes, and generally got well and truly used. I was a fucked-out mess by the end of it, but strangely satisfied in a way I don’t think I ever had been. Everyone on set seemed to be excited by what had been achieved, and when it was released in early 2020 it was a massive instant success. My star had truly risen, and I was making quite an income that allowed me to buy a nice house, an expensive car, designer clothes, and a couple of huge chains that I had always wanted. My career choice had, however, always made it quite difficult to sustain relationships with women, and when the pandemic hit I was firmly single. With my normal work no longer an option while we all got stuck in quarantine, OnlyFans and the studio’s own website provided me a route to keep making some income through live streams and other self-made solo videos. Those where I used my toy collection on myself proved to be particularly lucrative, and over the weeks stuck indoors I took delivery of several increasingly big dildos to use. However, behind the scenes I was losing my mind. Being mostly single it wasn’t the solitude causing the problem as I was used to being alone at home for extended periods, and masturbation was doing the job for the most part on one front in keeping myself sexually satisfied. No, my issue was that I needed cock. Real cock. On video - but far more in private - I was trying to satisfy an increasingly unbearable itch with the dildos and vibrators, but it wasn’t really working. I was, I now had to admit to myself, missing the bareback breedings I had got used to receiving, and in particular had that nagging feeling that I needed to be properly used like I had been in the last scene I’d filmed before Covid. Eventually it got too much, and one night after a few too many drinks and a good hour of riding my biggest dildo, I threw on some shorts, got on my bike and cycled along the deserted valley roads to the start of the nature trail. I had walked and run it by day many times, but it was the nighttime activity it was infamous for that I was now seeking. I walked for quite some time without seeing evidence of any activity, but once I got to the toilet block I found a couple of guys just standing around. I stood near them and lit up a cigarette, totally unsure of what was supposed to happen, but when nothing had changed once the cigarette had finished I decided to check things out inside. There was some very dim light in the block, and two men standing at the urinals who didn’t appear to be actually pissing. They both looked at me as I entered and nodded, and then watched me make my way into one of the stalls. I had not been into these toilets before, but was not surprised to see large glory holes in each side wall. I had come here for one thing and thought I may as well make that clear, so I shucked down my shorts, pressed my ass against one of the holes, and waited. I heard the men outside shuffling around, and soon saw one of them was looking through the hole closest to my head. Then his eye was gone, and a moment later a cock came through. At the same time I felt a finger graze over my hole, meaning I had got the attention of the other guy. I reached out and gently grasped the cock in front of me, stretching my torso out to be able to get the tip of it into my mouth so that I maintained his interest, even though the width of the stall prevented me from being able to properly swallow it as I expected he wanted. The guy behind me clearly realised I was already loosened from my earlier dildo ride, so the fingering was brief before he started sliding his dick into me. I moaned in ecstasy around the tip of the cock in my mouth, loving the feeling of a real man sliding balls deep inside me. He wasted no time in getting into a rhythm, and I revelled in the feeling of finally being fucked again while ignoring the “but you’re straight” voices inside my head. All too soon the man behind me began to pant and speed up, and then I felt him slam in a final time and unload in me. The guy in front of me pulled out and left his stall at that point, and I didn’t have to wait long before shuffling behind me resulted in the second cock of the night sliding up my hole. His was thinner but longer, so I moaned and panted as his frenetic fucking style probed me nice and deep. He didn’t last long though, before adding his own load. He withdrew and appeared to leave the block, but I decided to stay where I was in the hope of more, the cum dripping out of my hole onto the floor between my feet. My patience was rewarded when two other men came into the block, who I guessed were probably the ones who had been loitering outside. Once again, a cock was slid into me while another came through the hole in front of me, and this one in particular got my intention as it was girthy, even longer than the other one I had managed to suck on a bit, and had a huge PA in it. I got so excited thinking about what it was going to feel like that I really went to town with my ass muscles to get my third fucker of the night to blow in me, which he did fairly soon after he first started pounding into me. The fourth cock was just incredible, stretching me out while going deeper than any of the others. The piercing rubbing my internal walls kind of hurt but also felt incredible, and I know for a fact I was loudly moaning and groaning the place down in appreciation. Fortunately the guy in me also had stamina, and this fuck was nice and long. When he did eventually breed me, there were more cocks ready to take over, either new men who had maybe been drawn in by the noise or the earlier fuckers getting a second wind. Either way, I was taken three more times with minimal gaps before there seemed to be no others on hand. I could have gone on for hours more, but I also felt satisfied at last after weeks of not getting what I apparently now needed. The thing was, the onset of the pandemic had also resulted in an interruption in the supply of pills from the studio, something that had not crossed my mind that night or, if it had, I was also doing a good job of burying those voices too in my eagerness to get fucked. That meant that, when all these men blew in me, I was completely vulnerable to the whatever they might be carrying. When I came back to the trail the next night and got fucked by three men in a clearing, I was at their mercy. When I drove to a rest stop on the interstate the night after that and got used for three hours by various passing men, I was defenceless. This risk seemed to be inconsequential though. Spending all day thinking up something to do on camera, filming and editing it, posting the video and monitoring the comments, and otherwise working out my body and regularly riding dildos, was basically making me a needy horny mess every night. Now that I had found a solution, I just could not stop myself from heading out under the cover of darkness to find other men who were ignoring the quarantine rules and getting together in secret. The trail was my most regular haunt, the truck stop a close second, but I also made a couple of visits to a house where a tattooed chubby couple in their fifties that I’d linked up with online saw to my needs and also introduced me to getting double-fucked. They knew full well who I was, and really got off on reaming me out and filling me with their loads. Three weeks after my first trip to the trail, and after yet another night on my hands and knees in the dirt, I woke up feeling like death. That went on for a few days, but as all the Covid tests I took came up negative I concluded that I had just caught the flu during my encounters. Once I was fully better, my sex drive appeared to have gone even more into overdrive, and I resumed my nightly quests for cock. It was like an addiction, and god knows there were plenty of ‘dealers’ out there. A few weeks later we were able to resume making proper porn with some restrictions, and so the studio duly got us all booked in for health checks while starting up our prep supply again. Despite my recent antics, I was actually floored and devastated by the doctor informing me I had tested positive for HIV, and it was only once I had retreated into my house and my thoughts that I finally began to clearly see who I had become and what I had been doing. I was the very definition of a cumdump, accepting any and every load without question or protection, so of course I was going to get infected. It then became more of a shock to me that it was only HIV that I had picked up. Carrying on my career as it had been before Covid was no longer an option, but behind the murky scenes of the industry my studio had actually invested in another that catered to the growing demand for less mainstream content. I was going to have to deal with making less money, but there was a home for me there if I wanted it. So here I now am, the toast of Scorpex studios after having brought a sizeable fanbase with me that has swelled the number of subscribers on the website. They mostly want me versatile, so aside from a particular series of scenes we’ve been shooting, it’s only outside of the set that my true nature as an eager, insatiable bottom gets to shine. I’ve even somehow got myself a boyfriend of sorts, in the form of one of my fellow ‘straight’ porn stars from the last studio who also had a tough time maintaining his heterosexuality during the pandemic. The amount of time he spends buried in my cum-filled hole has done the job of also bringing him into the Scorpex stable, unless of course it was one of the many occasions when he bends over next to me in a toilet block or sex club (and he was a strict top-only before the pandemic). As much as I am fine with the versatility on set, my passion project has been that other series of scenes. This is a set of long single-scene shoots that I have co-directed, all being released onto the Scorpex website under the Ganging Greg title in several volumes. Each one has been a large nonstop gangbang, with a different theme in terms of both setting and the type of tops. The most recent volume has caused something of a stir, as I took inspiration from my favourite story on Breeding Zone by shooting it in a filthy sauna complex. The tops were all older men who were obviously poz, that obviousness either being because of their tattoos or the general wasted states of their bodies, and I was used by all of them as I roamed around the various rooms and corridors. Despite working with Scorpex now, I have never actually disclosed my status publicly nor got an associated tattoo, so the latest film has ignited a lot of chatter online that I have found greatly amusing. What’s next? Well, at some point I guess I’ll finally end the chatter and get my other arm tatted with something suitable. My boyfriend has suggested we do some sort of video where we appear to both eagerly seek a pozzing side by side, which would probably have to be released as some sort of ‘hidden camera’ sex tape. That does sound like fun, though I do wonder about so overtly lying given the high viral loads we both already have. I’m thinking it might actually be more fun to see if we can find one of our former studio stablemates to induct into Scorpex for real. What do you think?

Tommy woke up the next morning in a large bed in the middle of a large room. The walls were brick and about 20 feet tall with huge windows and exposed air ducts ran through metal rafters above. The room appeared to be the entire top floor of a building, skylights above letting in more light. He smelled breakfast and coffee. Zeke stood in the kitchen area and seeing him stir said “Good morning Tommy” Zeke looked almost like a different person dressed in a sharp suit, sipping coffee and reading a folded newspaper. His face, so gaunt looking last night, was still thin but now had an aesthetic look. Handsome by anyone’s standard. His hair that had been wild last night was neatly pulled back and ran several inches down his back. “Tommy sounds so undignified” Zeke said in a refined voice barely recognizable as the rough sultry voice that had invaded his mind last night. “Do you mind if I call you Thomas in the light of day?” “That’s fine, that’s what my parents call me” Tommy said As he sat up he felt something around his neck and reached up to feel a metal necklace there. “Don’t fret with it, you will get used to it” Zeke said “I have a business meeting and I will be gone a couple hours. Make yourself at home because this is your new home” Zeke walked to the only internal wall. Pressed a button then seemed to think of something. Taking a fob from a key rack he tossed it onto the bed. “If you go out you need this to call the elevator to this floor. I will see you when I get back” and with that he was gone. Tommy got up and went to a door that he assumed led to the bathroom and relieved the pressure on his bladder then looked in the mirror a polished silver chain hung there held in place by a silver padlock. No use in trying to get it off and did he want to? Then he remembered “The price” of that chain and a moment of panic rose up in him but like the chain there was no way to undo it. He found his suitcase and dressed, they had swung by his hotel and picked up his things last night Zeke was being very trusting. Leaving an almost complete stranger alone in his home Tommy thought then admitted that he would never even think of stealing anything, It just wasn’t him. He rode down in the elevator and stepped out the front door of the building into a very upscale area then went back in and back up. **** As Zeke rode down in the elevator something seemed to separate from him and Ezekiel shifted to the higher plane. Zeke was his unwitting agent in the mortal world, One of many all around the world. It had been this agent who a couple years ago had infected a cheating little tramp named Doug with HIV and sent him home knowing he would infect his unsuspecting lover Mike and later had encouraged Doug to leave Mike when he was having a crisis of faith, Sending Mike quickie and improbably into the arms and ass of a young man named Jeff. Speaking of Mike and Jeff the real Ezekiel sent his thoughts across the world sliding into Mike’s head to silently check on the pair. They had a lot to do on the path they had been set on and if all went right they would change the world. Mike was holding Jeff and telling him how he regretted that their marriage had happened so quickly, that Jeff deserved better and suggested that they renew their vows and have a real wedding. Things were right on track here. Ezekiel slipped quietly out of Mike’s mind. This is what he did. He used his agents to influence certain people. Setting them on different paths to better the world. He had been doing it for a very long time. The boy who’s life he had diverted last night’s future was heading to a sweet though boring life with a divorced man who brought a son to be raised into their relationship. Tommy’s influence on that boy would set him on a path to become a great world leader and eventually destroy the world. Without Tommy’s influence he would lead a normal average life. Sometimes teaching a boy to be honorable above all can lead to disaster. His agent just knew that he had certain insights he didn’t always understand. Like how he knew about Tommy’s past and exactly how to approach the boy. He also knew he could influence things and people to an unusual degree but never questioned it. He had a sadistic love of creating chaos in the lives of those around him and thus was the perfect agent. That’s what Ezekiel was. The agent of chaos in this world. Chaos was not evil though sometimes they aligned. Order aligned with evil just as much if not more. Chaos was change, order was stability and both were needed for the world to advance. Ezekiel slipped back into his agent as he rode back up to his loft silently hiding behind his eyes ready to nudge if he needed too. These two had work to do together. ****** Zeke stepped off the elevator to find Tommy watching TV and approached Tommy standing as he neared. Zeke didn't ask he simply put his large hand behind the boy’s head and pulsed him into a kiss his tongue invading his mouth as he guided his property to the bed pushing him back on it pulling his shorts off and then quickly and efficiently stripping off his suit He crawled on top of the unresisting boy and raising his legs to his shoulders. guided this cock to his hole, punching the head inside causing Tommy’s back to arch in pain. Zeke cut off his squeal with another hard kiss, shoving more of his cock inside and stretching the 18 year old’s hole, abrading the lining and making it more receptive to his virus. It was important to continually pump the boy full of toxic cum to make sure it took and the boy was irrevocably infected, It probably took last night but no need to take chances. Besides, fucking this gorgeous young man was a pleasant way to bust a nut and the boy needed to be trained. He had to understand he was a slave to Zeke’s whims and lust, He was there to keep Zeke’s toxic balls drained. Zeke slid in and out slowly grinding against those silky inner walls that gripped him like a glove as Tommy gasped and writhed under him in apparent agony though his cock was rock hard. Zeke sped up his huge virus filled balls bouncing against that battered ass till with a hiss of pleasure he shot was after wad of poz seed deep, Tommy once again cumming without touching himself as he was bred. They collapsed together sweating and panting. Zeke still lodged inside his boy’s spasming hole

“I think Dean might be next” said my boyfriend Stone. “He seems up for it.” “Dean?” I replied. “I thought he was strictly a top.” “So was I, if you remember” said Stone, smirking. “From what I hear, his last girlfriend started pegging him and now he’s a bit more vers.” “I didn’t know they’d got him to bottom” I said. “They haven’t. But Rex told me one of the fluffers had told him that he fucked Dean in a bathroom to get him turned on enough to perform.” I let out a bit hearty laugh, realising that Dean must have become a slave to his ass like I had. “But” continued Stone, “they’ve benched him for a bit because his doctor is making him take a break from prep.” “Oh really” I said, smirking. “He messaged me earlier and sounded pretty pissed” he said. “In that case I bet he’d be up for joining us” I said. “Call him, while I go and buy some cameras.” It turns out that Dean Hardrock (stage name of course) was in fact very up for it, as it was only the next day that he turned up at our house with two bottles of wine and a lot of nervous energy. We plied him with a few drinks while sitting out the back smoking cigarettes, and then got down to business. Stone just bluntly asked him what he was hoping for from the night, and after a lot of mumbling and looking at the floor he eventually admitted he wanted to be spitroasted for the first time and otherwise just used for as long as we had the energy. He never mentioned condoms nor asked us about status, and as far as we were concerned it was common knowledge in the industry that Scorpex was a place for poz stars to shine so he should know what he was getting into. With no issues on that front to work through, we encouraged him into the bedroom, got ourselves naked, and then placed him on all fours on the bed. While Stone moved into position to allow Dean to suck him, I stealthily activated the four hidden cameras I had set up around the room. You could tell Dean was inexperienced in this role thanks to his lacklustre oral efforts, so we quickly moved things along by taking turns rimmimg and fingering his pert, tight ass. Stone then went first, sliding his girthy cock into Dean before pausing to allow the man to get used to it. The fuck was initially slow and gentle, but once I had moved round to let Dean suck on my cock, Stone picked up the pace and really let his expertise as a top shine through. Dean moaned throughout, enabling me to push my cock down his throat and force him to stifle his gag reflex, something he would need to learn if we were to bring him over to Scorpex eventually. Stone has legendary stamina, so I had to frequently pull back from Dean’s gradually relaxing throat to stop myself from coming too soon. I made Dean rim me a bit as he got pounded, and then eventually had to stand back and just watch this straight hunk be fucked like he never had been. His grunts and moans let us know he was loving it. When Stone finally blew his toxic load into Dean he roared out in triumph, sweat pouring off him. Dean too was a sweaty mess, but he got no respite as I slammed into his stretched, cummy hole as soon as Stone had withdrawn. I power fucked him while he did his best to clean off Stone’s cock, and soon added my tainted load to his hole. I then plugged him up before we put on our underwear and went out back for another drink and smoke. For round two we took things into the playroom in our basement, which we had fitted out when Stone had decided he wanted somewhere I could be strapped down to a bench or into a sling for men to come by and use without the hassle of having to go out all the time. We already had cameras all over the room, mostly for Stone to be able to watch proceedings from upstairs, with several angles on the sling as he particularly enjoyed watching me lying back and taking it. On this occasion it was Dean who was put into the sling, with his wrists and ankles secured in place. We unplugged him and then took turns fucking his eager hole, until it got too much for us again and we added the third and fourth loads of infected cum to his innards. This time, however, we did not bring him outside with us for a break, choosing instead to set up the fucking machine with a large dildo. I inserted it into him and put it on a variable speed setting, while Stone fetched the ball gag and got Dean into it while he was still too fucked-out to resist. We then turned off the lights and left him in the dark, heading upstairs to have some more drinks and cigarettes out back before deciding to watch some of Dean’s best porn performances together. It was while we were watching a scene Dean had filmed where he did a round robin on three muscled twink bottoms that I got a message from Frank and Bram (the tatted couple I had started hooking up with during quarantine) to see if Stone and I wanted to get fucked by them that night. This was too good an opportunity to miss, so I invited them over to join us in using Dean which they jumped at of course. I suggested they use the separate entrance that went straight down to the basement, and then we got ourselves set up to watch using the multi-screen installation Stone had put together in one of the bedrooms. It only took a few minutes for Frank and Bram to arrive, and we watched as Dean reacted to the lights going on and two strangers walking in the side door of the basement while we was secured in the sling having his ass reamed out by the machine. He started writhing and attempting to yell around the ball gag, but it was to no avail and within moments Bram had pulled back the machine and then slammed his cock into Dean. All resistance then ceased, as the gorgeous straight porn star gave in to the ecstasy of Bram’s long thick cock. His attempted yells became moans of pleasure, at which point Frank removed the gag, turned Dean’s head to the side and inserted his own dick into the man’s mouth. Stone and I watched in awe as the two men absolutely went to town on Dean, repeatedly swapping positions but otherwise never letting up on the frenetic fucking of the porn star’s ass. We eventually decided we needed to be there in person, so headed down to the basement to join them. Thereafter it became a four-way ganging up on Dean, with us having taken his wrists out of the leather cuffs so he could also use his hands to service our cocks while we waited our turn to be back inside him. In all, he got eight more loads, and I knew that Frank and Bram were pretty potent (indeed, they might have been the ones who pozzed me in the first place) so Dean was probably not long for the neg world. We were all pretty exhausted by the end of it, with Frank and Bram wearily making their exit while we finally got Dean down from the sling after plugging him up. He almost needed our help to remain standing as we took a shower together, and then we brought him to our bed for the night. I lay down in front of him and got his dick into me, and then Stone lay down behind, removed the plug and tossed it on the floor, and inserted himself into the fucked-out probably-not-so-straight-anymore hunk. We then all drifted off to sleep in a happy, contented chain. Dean seemed to be in no rush to leave the following morning, and eventually we spent the day at our place talking, swimming in the pool, napping, and of course fucking. Stone and I were a bit more versatile, enjoying a hard fuck each from the experienced top while of course also adding several more loads to his hole, which we otherwise kept plugged up. Even by the evening he didn’t seem to be wanting to leave, so after a few drinks we strapped him down on the fuck bench in the playroom, put in the ball gag again along with a blindfold over his eyes, and then invited a whole series of fuckbuddies of ours to come over and have at it. Stone and I were both quite tired, so we mostly conserved our energy by relaxing for a few hours in front of the multi-screens watching the proceedings, before concluding the night by going down and adding our final loads of the day. Once again, after a three-way shower Dean spent the night sleeping in the middle of a Greg and Stone sandwich. He did eventually leave the next morning after we’d both fucked him a final time, but three days later he was back. We had some more fun, before inviting Frank and Bram to come by and take Dean away with them. He was very nervous about this, but sufficiently drunk and horny that he agreed to go with them back to their place so Stone and I could get sufficient rest to prepare for a shoot we had coming up together out in the desert. Four days later we got back home after a successful couple of days in Nevada. This one had actually been a big deal as Stone had bottomed on camera for the first time in an orgy scene we shot on some boulders in the desert, with me only notionally topping for a bit before being taken by a whole army of men (albeit often in the background as they focused the filming on Stone’s “deflowering”). Anyway, when we got back we soon had a message from Bram saying that they were heading off to Palm Springs for a few days so would be bringing Dean back to us, which floored us both as we had just assumed they would have had their fun for a night before he went home. Evidently he had voluntarily stayed as their live-in cumdump, and had been shared with even more of their network of contacts during that time. This meant he had been taking high viral loads for several days, so PEP was no longer an option for him if he suddenly freaked out and tried to undo things. Dean was an unkempt mess when he was dropped off, so rather than picking up where we left off we instead got him showered, shaved, and dressed in some of my clothes. We then left him in peace by the pool, but kept an eye on him as he gradually seemed to start to deal with things. Later in the day I joined him outside, sitting on a lounger next to him for a while until he eventually spoke up and started asking me questions about my own experiences. “Have I been pozzed?” he asked, a bit out of the blue given we had been mostly talking about sexual identity. “Yes” I said, deciding honesty was probably a good policy at this point. “Are you sure?” “No, you can’t be until you’ve been tested, but I think you probably will be converting soon.” He sat in silence staring at the pool for a while. “Are you poz?” he asked. “Yes” I replied, “and so is Stone.” He nodded, not looking away from the pool. “We’re not on meds either, and neither are most of the men who fucked you” I stated, readying myself for an angry or even violent reaction. However, he remained calm and still, just staring at the pool. “I know” he eventually said. “I already knew.” “You did?” I asked. He nodded, but didn’t say anything else immediately. “I don’t know why I did it” he said after a while. “You were horny” I offered. “No” he said. “I mean, yes, but I could have done something else about that. I chose to come here.” I decided to just remain silent, instead lighting a cigarette and offering him one which he accepted. We then sat and smoked in silence. “Can you fuck me again?” he asked, after stubbing out his cigarette, swivelling round on the lounger and facing me. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yes” he said. “I can’t think about this shit anymore.” “Well OK” I replied, giving him a warm smile. Dean ended up staying with us for a few days, getting used to a new life he was carving out for himself by being fucked repeatedly, while also spending some time talking to us, reading things on the net or just sitting by the pool thinking about what was to come. We decided to let on about the cameras, and he actually got quite into working with the footage to pull together a well edited record of his days-long likely pozzing. He did eventually go home, but we kept an eye on him and were therefore able to be on hand when the conversion started. We brought him back to ours in a delirious state and took care of him, and once he started to come out the other side we did a quick home test before - and with his blessing - starting to invite others over to fuck or be fucked by him. When he was fully recovered we took him to a clinic for a proper test, and then began the process of getting him signed to Scorpex with us as ‘sponsors’ of sorts. Releasing the homemade footage onto the net helped with that for sure, such was the public reaction (a mix of celebration and dismay). Where the studio wanted me to maintain the versatility I had shown in my last place, and they have only just started to get Stone bottoming on camera, with Dean they cast him as 100% submissive from the moment he transferred over. It’s actually amusing to re-watch films from the first stage of his career, as it’s hard to correlate that the needy, greedy bottom we now know is the same man. He’s never really talked to us about how he feels about us deliberately pozzing him, and actually we don’t see him that much anymore as he seems to always be out on the hunt for cock. However, he did get in touch recently to let us know that he’d seen another of our gay-for-pay former studio stablemates breeding a guy in a club, suggesting that this hunk might be open to a bit of play off-camera. Suffice it to say that Stone and I have started making plans…

It was Summer 1995, my family were living in Houston, Texas and I was out for an extended visit from Glasgow in Scotland. It was lovely to see my folks but suburban Houston isn't exactly a hotbed of homo activity, especially before apps. I had cruised this guy in a park toilet and quizzed him about places to go and he told me there were 2 bathhouses fairly close together in Downtown on Fannin. I bit the bullet and headed to Club Houston, paid my membership and hired a locker. It was a Saturday afternoon and typical Houston summer day, roasting and incredibly humid. There was an outdoor pool and jacuzzi so I got myself a sunbed and laid out wearing a tiny pair of Speedos watching six guys playing water polo in the pool, every one of them my American porno fantasy, from Hot Latin to corn fed Texas blonde. After a while the hot Latin guy got out of the pool and came over to me, looking super hot with a huge bulge in his Speedo's. He introduced himself and I told him my name. A bit of background, I'm 5’6”, ginger and that time had a ginger goatee and cropped hair. When he realised I was Scottish I swear I could see his cock twitch as he told me that him and the guys were all wondering if I would join them in a game. Water polo in Scotland isn't exactly common place so I apologised and told him I'd never played before. ‘Well actually, all the guys in the pool, including me, want to fuck you.’ I looked over to the pool and five hot fucks were lined up at the edge staring straight at me. I've always been a fucking whore, so I put my book in my knapsack, picked up my towel, looked him in the eye and said, ‘Come on then’. He looked over to his friends and gave them the nod, they were out of the pool in double time and then the 7 of us were heading to Miguel's cabin. He'd hired one of the few double cabins available but it was still a bit cramped so they left the door open, back then if you hired a cabin there would be one condom on the bedside table but no lube, there was no condom and no lube. Miguel practically ripped off my Speedos and threw them on the floor, flipped me over with my face down and arse up and dived into my hole with his tongue. I figured this was the only lube I was getting until his cum so I just went with it, knowing that if he wasn't going to use lube he sure as fuck wasn't going to bother with a condom.

Tommy writhed twisting in the ropes holding his wrists together above his head and tied to the bedpost, the gag in his mouth preventing his cries and moans of pain from echoing through the room. The hot candle wax cooled on his chest stung and the clips on his nipples bit in as Zeke fucked him. That morning he had been woken up by the rope’s tightening around his wrist as he had been bound, the gag shoved in his mouth when he fuzzily tried to question what was happening followed by a snarling “Shut up you little slut” and a stinging slap across his face. Zeke had then proceed to torment his body with candles, clips and stinging little slaps here and there from a crop before raising his legs and slamming that huge cock of his into his defenseless hole. The fuck had been short, brutal and panful and as always they came together Tommy’s cock spewing cum all over both of them as Zeke’s toxic cum filled him, Tommy lay twitching as Zeke untied him then slid his body next to the boy wrapping his long arms around him, stroking the smooth young skin and whispering soft words to him, slowly bringing him back to himself, talking him down from the pain high that always took the boy when Zeke pushed him beyond a certain point. It had surprised and frightened even Zeke a little the first time it happened. Seeing the boy lost to the world, so caught up in the mixture of pain and pleasure that he could not respond. When coaxing and soft touches had brought Tommy back Zeke had said he would hold back in the future but Tommy had said no. He didn’t know where he went when the pain took him but wherever it was it was pure rapture. Once awareness returned to the boy’s eyes Zeke lifted him and carried him to the shower making out as the hot water raised a cloud of steam to surround them. Later as they rode down in the elevator Zeke asked “Are you sure you are ready for this?” and Tommy nodded. The week he had planned to stay in the city was up and Zeke was driving him home to pick up his things and tell his parents his life had changed. Had been changed. They would not understand. They didn’t even know he was gay and now he was going to dedicate his life to a man he had known for a week? Tommy did not understand it himself, and while he didn’t know if this was love or not he did knew the sex with Zeke was addictive. If truth be told Zeke was just as confused. He had taken countless boys and men throughout his life. He could even remember a few of their names but he never even thought of dumping Tommy. It wasn’t love. It couldn’t be. Zeke was not even sure he could love anyone. Tommy brought out both a desire to cause that young fresh body pain for Zeke’s own gratification and a fierce protectiveness. He would do anything to keep Tommy safe and with him. It was like there was something inside of him making him take this boy into his life and treasure him. Something that was not entirely him. The drive seemed to take no time at all and before Tommy knew it he was walking up to the front door of his house with Zeke, sharp as ever in a gray suit walking behind him, He opened the door calling “Mom! Dad! I’m home!’ Dad came out of his den and mom down from upstairs “We were not expecting you for hours, your bus was not supposed to arrive till 3” mom said stopping as she saw Zeke standing behind her son in the front door, “Zeke drove me home” Tommy said “And who is Zeke?” his dad asked in a not altogether friendly tone. Tommy swallowed and said “He’s my lover” A long silence followed then mom said “I think you better both come in” At first they tried logic and it descended from there. “You just met this man! You don’t really know him! You are going to college in a few months! This is just a phase! The right girl will snap you out of it! No son of mine is going to be a queer! If you think I’m going to pay to send a queer to school you have another thing coming!’ That final one coming out as a shout from his red faced dad. Zeke raised a hand and his cold voice cut through the din “I think that’s enough” he snapped and they fell silent, “What you don’t seem to understand is that Thomas is an adult and can make his own choices. This conversation is not about what you will or will not allow him to do it’s about if you want to drive your son out of your lives or not. As for paying for his education. Don’t worry, I will handle that and I have the influence to get him into one of the best schools in the country, So what is it going to be? When your son walks back out that door do you want it to be ten days or ten years before you talk to him again?” “”But what if his choices are mistakes?” mom asked tears in her eyes “It’s time to let him make his own mistakes too” Zeke said softly and he actually managed to sound compassionate surprising himself “But you are not sending him into the world alone. I promise you I will be there to catch him before he falls too far” These words sounded like they were coming from someone else to Zeke and yet he meant every one. Tommy went up to his room and in a surprisingly short time returned with two small bags, His mother went into the den and returned with a large file folder. “A copy of his birth certificate and other documents” She explained then said to Tommy “This will always be your home and we will always be here if you need us” then she hugged him. A brief nod from his dad in agreement and then a rough embrace and they were back out the door walking to the car. “You ok baby boy?” Zeke asked and then he though “baby boy? Where the hell did that come from?” even as his hand seemed to move on it’s own to take Tommy’s He was rewarded with a shaky smile and a “Yes, thank you” They stayed in a local hotel and Tommy spent the afternoon showing Zeke his hometown. They were obviously a couple and there were many disapproving looks directed at them. “Hey look! Little Tommy has a boyfriend!” A shout rang out It was Steve a guy a few years older than Tommy who had been his friend till he started hanging with the wrong crowd He and two of his friends approached but stopped as Zeke stepped in front of his boy “We aren’t going to have any trouble here are we?” He asked in a quiet voice as his ice blue eyes seemed to glitter with menace “Unnn no... No Sir” and Zeke knew that this man in front of him was not offended by Tommy being openly gay and having someone. He was jealous. Envious that others had the balls tp dp what he was too afraid to. Angry that someone else was taking his Tommy even though he had never said a word about his feelings to him. Steve and his friends slouched off leaving them standing alone “Poor Steve” Tommy sighed “He fights with himself, so afraid to be what he is” Zeke nodded They had dinner and returned to the hotel room, Tommy dropping off to sleep quickly and Zeke sitting in a chair in the dark watching him trying to sort the things that were happening out in his head finally falling asleep, ****** Ezekiel slipped out of his sleeping agent’s mind. What a fucking day! Nudging Zeke to where he needed to be. Making him feel the things he would not admit he even could feel. He slipped into the higher plain and let out an explosive breath, Then he felt it Another being approach him on the higher plane and he turn to confront it. Ezekiel was black fire and this being was white ice, Zeke was the darkness and the other was the light Zeke was… Suddenly the other being shifted into a man-shaped form of incredible beauty, his white wings folded on his back “Honestly Ezekiel, can we skip the dramatic confrontation and light show this time? After all the eons it’s getting old,” “Works for me” Ezekiel e said shifting into an equally beautiful form with black wings, “It’s good to see you Gabe” Gabriel was the agent of Order for this world, The two of them had formed out of nothing eons ago then the precursors of man became self aware and at first had worked against each other destroying what the other did but as time passed they gradually learned that working together or at least not opposing each other helped advance mankind much more quickly It had been Gabriel's agent. A music teacher. Who had influenced a young boy named Jeff Clayton years back. Encouraging his musical talent and urging him to post his songs online, but also encouraging him to never loose that reckless streak in his nature. Setting him on a path that would eventually lead him into the arms and bed of a man named Mike. “Good to see you Gabe” Ezekiel said and spread both his arms and wings Gabriel stepped to him and kissed him as they melted into one another making love and merging till there was almost no separation between them. The closest way to describe it was it was like fucking someone who was fucking you at the same time… sort of. It was release. It was love. It was communing with the only other being who would always be there through the centuries. The only one who understood. ***** Zeke woke up in his chair. He felt freer, less restrained, Every feeling for Tommy was still there. Now immovable bedrock in his soul but his chaotic nature towards others was free to wreak havoc. He quietly dressed and left the room hunting, It was 3am and the bar was closed. Steve had only had a couple that night so he was not really drunk as he cut through an alley on the way home, “You are Steve aren’t you?” a voice, rough and sultry came out of the shadows. Then a man moved into the half light between the buildings, It was the guy who had been with Tommy earlier. “Yeah” he said a bit nervously. The guy seemed even more menacing tonight “Zeke” the man said giving his name. “You should not harass others because they are brave enough to be who they are, You should not be afraid to be who you are.” “What are you talking about?” Steve asked but he knew Zeke backed him into a wall and placed a hand on his face leaning in as if to kiss him and just before their lips touched he whispered “I’m going to free you Steve” gripping his shoulders, turning him to face the wall and yanking his baggy shorts down to his ankles. Steve did not resist. Deep inside he had wanted this for years. He had wanted a man to take him and use him, He sobbed in pent up frustration and longing and submitted. Zeke unzipped his pants freeing his cock and plunged unmercifully into the virgin hole before him, his long fingered hand covering Steve's mouth and muffling the scream as he took him. Sliding in and out his cock head scraping those inner walls getting them ready to receive his gift as he pounded into the bully with quickened strokes till his evil release. Balls pumping his poison cum deep inside the unsuspecting man. Steve’s moan of pure pleasure as he came against the wall a release of years of secret desires. Zeke pulled out , zipped up and walked away a quiet “Thank you” coming from Steve and wondered if he would still thank him when his gift was revealed. He slipped back into the hotel room, quietly showered the slipped into bed with Tommy wrapping long arms protectively, possessive around him and drifted off to sleep. ****** Ezekiel had returned to his agent just as he was breeding Steve in that alley. Mentally sighing he checked Steve’s future for potential damage. Steve’s future had been unremarkable before and it still was but he had actually been shifted into a happier path where he would find real love someday Riding in Zeke’s mind back to the hotel room he nudged his feelings for Tommy further open then settled down to wait as they slept.

where are you in philly

A good rim job with plenty of spit is great, but often guys need a bit more to handle my girth. I find Vaseline (which so many here prefer) is too thick for my taste, so I've been using plain mineral oil, which doesn't dry and also doesn't stain bedding (unlike vegetable oils). That's a bit too thin, so I'd be very curious to know the formulation for the homemade Albolene - @Calgarybugchaser, please share! As far as commercial lubes, I find them generally overpriced and I really hate the silicone ones, which seem to be impossible to remove from skin and aren't slick enough for my taste.

Part 23 Colt layed on top of me for a minute as his cock leaked the last of his big load into my wet guts. The rank smell of the dirty carpet filled my nostrils which in turn fucked with my head. The smell was sending little jolts to my dick. Colt finally stood up, and using his foot to push my head further into the nasty carpet said, "Don't move faggot!" I didn't move a muscle as I heard him rummage around for a moment before sitting on the bed next to me. I heard the unmistakable sound of a baggie being opened. Colt leaned down next to me and showed me what he had in his hand. It was a shard. And not just a shard, a huge fucking one! It had to be an inch long and fat too. "Ready to get fucked up, bitch?" He taunted me, as he looked into my eyes. Eyes that were pleading for the drug. "You want this piggy? Does daddy's nasty little meth whore want this? Tell me slut. Tell your Master what you want!" "I want it Sir! Please!" I begged him. "Give it to me Sir! I'm your dirty faggot meth whore, Sir! Please fuck me up!" Colt just smiled as he spread my ass cheeks apart and fingered my already sloppy hole a bit. I involuntarily moaned and arched my back, sticking my ass up a bit. "Oh yea whore. Daddy likes that." He purred. "Daddy likes seeing his bitch hungry for things in its pussy. Get on your knees. Keep your head down. And spread your ass open and really beg me, you stupid faggot!" I assumed the position and began pleading. "Please Sir." I whined like a bitch. "Please put it in me. I'm such a worthless faggot. Please get me fucked up. I'm your whore. I'm your property. I'll do anything you want me to Sir. Use me, degrade me, humiliate me. Just please give me that shard!" Colt just laughed his little evil laugh. "Oh don't worry faggot. I'll do anything I want to you regardless. Cause your just my personal fuck toy. You have no say in the matter. But I still love to hear you beg for it." I could feel something placed against my sphincter, and I knew it was the shard. I shivered a bit in anticipation. Then, I could feel Colt pushing it into me. "Hoo boy. That's one hungry pussy! It sucked that shard up like it was starving!" He laughed." I just let out a groan as I started feeling that burning inside my bowels. "Let's find out just how hungry it is!" Colt held down a plug by my face. It took a moment to focus on it as the burning in my guts made my eyes water. But when I did, I saw a toy I hadn't seen before. I whimpered slightly. Colt just laughed. "You like it whore? I bought it special for you." The reason I whimpered was because this was no ordinary butt plug. This one was shaped like a dog's cock. A big one. Almost as long as Colt's cock, but even thicker. And the scariest part was the huge balls that sat at the base. They had to be at least as big around as a fist. I whimpered again. "Don't worry slut. As soon as that meth kicks in your pussy will gobble this right down." He said as he slapped it against my face a few times. "Plus, this will help." He continued as he put a gas mask over my head. In a minute I heard the familiar sound of the torch being lit, followed a few seconds later by my mask filling up with a thick, white cloud. This was soon followed by more clouds, and between them and the booty bump kicking in, I didn't even notice when Colt started pushing the plug up against my hole. But I sure noticed when the flared head was forced past my anal ring and popped into me. I screamed into the mask and Colt laughed. "Oh yea bitch. I bet that hurts. I bet you feel like you're being ripped open. And I bet my whore wants more. Don't you whore?" "Oh yes Sir!" I moaned into the mask. "Give it to me Sir!" Colt began to fuck my ass with the big dog cock plug and I continued to moan like the slut I was. Then he paused for a moment. I felt the tube to the mask moving, then a moment later I was hit with poppers. Strong poppers. It must have been a new bottle. Colt must have stuck a soaked rag in the tube, because all I could breath were poppers. In moments I was flying as the assault on my ass continued. I was moaning and drooling as the drugs did their job, and very soon I felt the balls of the plug pushing against my hole. Colt reached down and wrapped a huge bicep around my neck, pulling me back into him. The other hand pushed on the plug. "Tell me you want it bitch. Tell me you want your methed up pussy plugged!" "Fuck yea!" I moaned, totally lost in being high and Colt's power. "Fuckin do it. Plug me up Sir! DO IT!" Colt just growled and pushed as hard as he could and the thing popped into me. I screamed again as jolts of pain and pleasure rocked my body. He just squeezed my neck with his arm and covered my mouth through the mask with his other. "That's it. That's a good boy. Ride the pain faggot. Embrace it. Know that pain is good. Pain makes me happy. Hurting you makes me happy." "Yes Sir." I moaned as I writhed against him, both my body and brain on fire. My ass kept trying to grind against the huge plug in a desperate attempt to bring some relief. But it only served to heighten my arousal. As evidenced by my rock hard cock. "Ah yes." Colt said as he stroked my hard cock. "My little piggy likes this. He likes it a lot. I knew buying that plug was a good idea. However, we really need to get moving. Now lay down on the bed!" I did as Colt grabbed the ice bucket. Scooping out a handful of ice, he grabbed my hard cock and balls. I yelped from the shock, but it had the desire effect and soon my hardon was gone. Colt wasted no time in getting it locked into the chastity device with the spikes on the inside and a urethral tube. Then he tossed me a white speedo. "Put this on and stand up!" I scrambled into the obviously too small speedo and stood up. I happened to be facing the mirror and got a good look at how obvious my chastity cage was. The white fabric was totally see through. Which I'm sure is what Colt planned. I just stood there as he took a sharpie and wrote on my back. When he finished, he wrote on my upper chest, 'CUMHOLE' with an arrow pointing up to my face. Under that he wrote 'I'M A FAG USE ME!'. He certainly wasn't being subtle. Then he stood behind me and showed me a heavy, link chain with a padlock on it. "Kiss it slave." He told me as he held it up to my lips. I kissed it. "Now beg me to put it on. Beg me to make you my slave forever." My cock pushed against its confines as I begged Colt, "Please Sir. Collar me. Make me your slave forever. I Love you so much Master. I will do anything for you." A wet spot appeared on my speedo as he pushed the padlock shut. "God you're beautiful." He purred as he licked my ear. "You're going to be a very popular whore these next few days. Let's hope your pussy doesn't fall apart." He grabbed some sunscreen and sprayed me all over. "Wouldn't want your pasty white skin getting all burned." He said before leaning into my ear. "Those aren't the kinds of marks I'm planning on leaving." I shuddered as he handed me the spray to do him. When I finished, he asked me, "Do you want to see what I wrote on your back? Not that it matters. I'll do what the fuck I want! I just thought it would give you more food for thought." He turned me around, and even though it was backwards, I could clearly see it read, 'Cumdump Available. 2 holes. Blue Flamingo Motel. Room 49. After 7 pm.' Then, across the top of my cheeks like a tramp stamp, 'CUMHOLE' with an arrow pointing down my crack. "I think that should get the point across." He laughed as he placed a bottle of poppers on a leather string around my neck. "And look how nice your red ass shows through." He said as he rubbed my still burning cheeks. And they sure did. The welts showed right through. Colt pulled on a black speedo and some flip flops, then looked at the beach stuff, then at me. "You don't expect me to fuckin carry that shit, do you slave?" "No Sir." I mumbled as I grabbed the stuff. "Just remember the rules. Now let's go." I opened the door and stood by it patiently, not daring to go first. Colt just smiled as people passed the open door and laughed at me. "Oops, almost forgot one last thing." He said, producing a leash. He clipped it onto my collar before laughing. "No, that's to easy. Doesn't make you suffer enough." He then grabbed the alligator clamps. I took a deep breath and gritted my teeth as he attached them to my little pink nips, the sharp teeth digging into my sensitive flesh. Then he attached the leash to the chain that connects them. "Let's go!" He ordered me as he gave them a hard yank. I gasped in pain. The walk through the motel was deeply humiliating, just as Colt wanted it. The taunts and jeers flew around us as he led his practically naked slave by his tits. But outside was even worse. There were lots more people around, some of them obviously shocked by what they were seeing. Let's face it, we were more fitting in a pride parade than spring break, but that didn't matter to Colt. He loved shocking people. And it wasn't just the people around that made it worse. My tender feet weren't used to hot pavement and I found myself stepping very gingerly. Add to that the huge plugged jammed in my hole, and I was walking pretty funny. I've never had to walk with something huge lodged in my ass, and I could feel it deep inside me with every step I took, crushing my prostate, pushing against my second internal ring, while the huge balls stretched and rubbed my colon just inside of my asshole. I had all kinds of mixed feelings from pain, to humiliation, to fucking horny as the meth did its job in my system. And Colt was relentless with the leash, giving it constant tugs, sending fire through my burning tits, causing me to constantly whimper in pain. We walked past a trio of guys, your typical frat boy types with their board shorts and bucket hats, pooka shells around their necks, and Colt gave an extra hard tug. I cried out which of course got their attention. They stopped and turned, all laughing at the pathetic fag. The were taunting me, as I just stood there taking their abuse. It wasn't until one of them got in my face and said, "What's the matter faggot? Why won't you answer us?" I looked him dead in the eyes and said, "I'm a faggot slave owned by Master Colt. I only obey his commands!" There was dead silence from the trio before they erupted in laughter again, adding more taunts. Several people also stopped to observe what was going on. It was then that Colt walked up behind me and said, "Kneel!" Without hesitation I dropped to my knees. The guys laughed harder, as did some of the other onlookers. "Holy shit. This is for real." One of the guys said. "He's really a faggot slave." I felt myself flush, partly from humiliation, but mostly from pride. "That's right." Said Colt. "This is my faggot slave. I own it, and it will do whatever I tell it to. I brought it here cause I know how horny spring breakers get, and I know how bitches can be, so I brought my personal fag here to be of service. He's got two holes holes that never refuse any cock. Now, we're heading to the beach, but if you need your cocks sucked right now, we can duck down this alley." "Well fuck." Said one of the guys. "I could use my nuts drained. Let's go." He started to walk down the alley when his friend piped up. "You gonna stick your dick in a fag? Are you fuckin queer?" "I ain't no fuckin queer! But I ain't stupid either. There's a free mouth pussy right here, and I'm gonna use it. I'm gonna bust my nut into this fag, and if you had half a brain you would too. Ain't no chick gonna touch you anyway." He laughed as he walked away. "He's right you know." Said Colt to the guys. "A mouth is a mouth, and this faggot will suck you better than any bitch can. Now, stand up slave." He ordered me, tugging on my tits. I did and was led down the alley after the first guy. As I got behind the dumpster and turned around, I noticed the other two guys slowly walking toward us. "Take those trunks off bitch!" Colt ordered me. "A cumdump should always be naked when servicing a superior man. I nervously removed them, but didn't disobey. "Now, hit the bottle!" I popped the top and took some deep hits as the guy fished his already half hard cock out of his shorts. Then I opened my mouth and he just shoved it in. He grabbed the back of my head and skull fucked me. He wasn't here to make love, he was here to use a faggot and bust his nut. He choked me as he battered my throat for about a minute before he buried himself in me. "Fuckin take my cum you dirty faggot." He growled as he pumped his fluid down my throat. "You fucking disgusting alley cocksucking bitch!" I glanced up to see Colt smiling down on me. The guy pulled his cock out of me, grabbed my speedos, and wiped his slimy cock all over them. "Get the fuck over here." He said to one of the other two guys. The next guy did the same thing. Dropped his shorts enough to pull out his cock before shoving it in my mouth. He jackhammered me just like the first guy. I wasn't giving them blow jobs as much as I was just a fleshy tube for them to use. Which was fine with me. My cock pushed against the spikes in the cage, telling me I was right where I belonged. When he started to cum, he shot two squirts down my throat before Colt pulled him out and made him shoot the rest on my face. He also wiped off on my speedo. I hit more poppers as the third guy approached. And I'm glad I did, as he was already at full mast. And it was the biggest of the three. I opened wide with my tongue sticking out and he laughed. "Look at the pathetic fag. It can't get enough cock!" He took a moment to slap my face with it a few times before he shoved it in. Again, this was no gentle suck. He raped my face. He lasted about as long as the other two and was soon squirting his hot college boy cum into my still high school mouth, before painting my face with the rest. It dripped down onto my chest as he wiped his slime on my speedo, joining the others. "Stop by tonight if you want more." Colt told the guys as they walked away. "Maybe try out its cunt too!" I looked up and saw another guy approaching us. This guy was not a horny college boy. This was an older man. A dirty looking older man. Probably homeless. "You want another cock faggot?" He asked me. "I'm a faggot slave owned by Master Colt. I only obey his commands!" "Of course it wants another cock." Chimed Colt as he grabbed his phone to record. "It's what it lives for. That's its purpose in life!" I hit the poppers as the man stood in front of me. I could smell him. B.O., piss and filth flooded my nostrils and I fought off gagging. I wasn't about to fail Colt. I opened wide and took this homeless man's dirty, smelly cock into me. My asshole pulsed around the plug as I degraded myself for my Master. "Oh yea, that's it." The man groaned. "Suck my cock you dirty little alley whore. You fucking nasty little cock pig." Colt dropped down next to me. "He's right." He said in my ear. "You're just a dirty, nasty little alley whore. Taking strangers cocks. You sick little faggot." He reached under me and started manipulating the plug in me. I moaned as he moved it around. "Now, stop sucking this nice man's cock for a moment and tell him what you are. Look him in the eyes and tell him." The man leaned down and took hold of my bottle. He removed it and took a couple big hits before holding it back under my nose. "Go ahead slave. Do what your Master says." I breathed deep as I looked into this dirty, disheveled old man's eyes. "I'm a whore Sir. I'm a disgusting faggot whore. I'm just two holes for men to use as they want." I kept taking hits as Colt tugged on the plug in my pussy. "I'm a fucking cumdump for any man. Any man who wants to use my pathetic holes can. Any man my Master tell me to service, I will. Anywhere, anytime." "You slut!" Colt growled as he gave a mighty pull on the plug and the huge fake dog knot popped out of me. I howled in pain, but was quickly muffled as the homeless guy shoved his hard cock down my throat, burying me face in his smelly crotch. I gagged as I choked on his cock and foul stench. "Now ride that cock bitch! Fuck yourself with it while you suck him off!" Even though my ass ached like a mother, I did as Colt told me, and started riding that huge cock up and down while I grunted and moaned and slathered my mouth all over the cock in front of me. I devoured cock in both my holes as Colt filmed it. "Look at that little pig!" I heard him say. "My bitch is nothing more than a degenerate piece of methed up alley trash, suckin homeless cock and riding a fake dog cock." His words only spurred me on. This is what I was. A dirty, lowdown piece of faggot alley trash. A few months ago I was a nice little Christian Texas boy. Played football, got good grades, went to church. Now here I was. Lower than I had ever been before. Drugged up and degrading myself in a public alley in Florida. Naked except for my locked up cage and my slave collar. And I loved it. I couldn't help myself. I wasn't told I could speak, but I was so gone in the moment I couldn't stop myself. I pulled the cock out of my mouth and looked directly into the camera. I took more hits of poppers until my eyes went glassy. "Hey everybody. My name is Austin Allen Collins and I'm an 18 year old senior at Cleburn High School." I began as I started riding the cock again as well as slurping on the homeless cock. "Or at least, I was. Now I'm a pathetic methed up piece of faggot alley trash. I'm a slave whore owned by Colton Sawyer Cooper. I'm his property to do with what he wants. And right now, this is what he wants. I just finished sucking off three college guys in this alley. Now I'm sucking this homeless cock. Because I was ordered to." I continued sucking on the cock as I talked. "Earlier today, I was raped by three other men in another alley. They fucked my pussy and all shot their loads deep in me. When I told my Master what happened, he fucked me even harder. Then he made me suck off a stranger who knocked on our door looking for the cumdump!" I moaned as I sucked the cock and pounded my hole, knowing every dirty moment was being recorded. And knowing I would have absolutely zero control over what happened to it. Colt reached into the bag and pulled out a case and opened it. He showed it to the homeless guy. "Want a hit old man?" The guys eyes lit up. "Oh fuck yea! I've been jonesing for some. Oh man. Thank you!" He said smiling, showing off his missing teeth. That probably should have disgusted me, but it had the opposite effect. I felt sluttier. "You sure it's safe right here?" Colt asked. "Fuck yea. No one cares. Especially during spring break. People see a homeless guy in an alley, they just keep walking. Cops don't care neither. Until they hear screams, they don't fuckin do a thing." As if to prove his point, the man sparked the torch and rolled the pipe right there. He took a big hit and blew out a huge cloud down onto me while while I sucked him and Colt recorded it. After two more hits, Colt told him to hand me the pipe. Now I was high as fuck already, but I knew why Colt was making me smoke it. For the camera. To degrade me further. So I gave him what he wanted. I looked seductively into the camera and took a big hit. "Hi mom. Hi dad. Hi everyone back in Cleburn, Texas." I said before blowing a big cloud. "This is Austin, your precious baby boy. Well look at me now. Look at me Bill and Doris Collins. Your son is nothing more than a sleazy alley meth fag. I got a big fake dog cock in my whore pussy. And a big smelly homeless cock to suck on." I took another big hit and sucked on the cock as I slowly blew it out of my nose. "Mmmmm...I love cock so much! I'm such a fucking cockwhore. I want cum and piss in my dirty, slutty fag holes!" The homeless man reached down and grabbed the leash and yanked on it. I squealed as he yanked my titties. I rode and sucked harder as he blew smoke down on me. "Oh fuck I need that pussy!" He growled. "Lay the fuck down faggot, and spread em!" I climbed off the plug and layed on my back on the dirty ground, spreading my legs wide, showing him my hungry pussy. The homeless guy wasted no time crawling between my legs. He had a nice sized cock, but I was so loose he just slid right in. "Oh yea, fuck me!" I begged. "Fuck my slutty methed up high school fag pussy!" I grabbed the plug and started sucking it, looking right into the camera. "Ooooohhhh." I moaned as I licked and sucked the plug. "This was just in my pussy, mommy and daddy, and now I'm sucking off all my nasty ass juice and cum off it. I'm such a dirty whore! Look at me getting fucked next to a dumpster like the trash I am!" The homeless guy grabbed a dirty rag from his pocket and poured some poppers on it. He covered my nose and as I opened my mouth for air, he shoved the plug in, slamming it down my throat. "Fuck yea, you stupid fag!" The homeless guy growled as he pummeled both my holes. "Take those fucking cocks you queer. Fucking choke on it!" As if I had a choice. The plug was huge and he was battering my throat with it. I was gagging and wretching as he forced it into me. "Oh man. Keep choking fag. Everytime you do, it's tightens up your sloppy cunt" I did keep wretching. I was spitting up mucus and cum, and my face was covered with the slop. I just kept on looking right into the camera. "I'm gonna cum, you worthless cunt!" The homeless guy shouted. "Do it! Cum in me!" I croaked through my battered throat. "Shoot your fuckin nasty homeless cum in me! Fill my nasty teenage pussy up!" The guy grunted and went ridged, his eyes rolling back into his head as his cock pulsed inside me, blessing me with his precious spunk. After he climbed off me, Colt got some nice shots of me on the ground, next to the dumpster, my face and chest covered in cum and puke, my pussy dripping a fresh load of anonymous cum. Then he told the homeless guy to shove the plug back in me. I squealed like a little bitch as the knot popped back into me. "Don't you think you should thank the nice man?" Colt asked me. I jumped into action getting back on my knees. I took his dirty, slimy cock back into my mouth and spoke as I cleaned it off. "Thank you Sir. Thank you for using me and giving me your cum!" The homeless guy just looked down on me and smiled. "I have one more thing for you fag." Then, he started pissing. I gulped down a few mouthfuls of his rank, nasty piss before he pulled out of my mouth and sprayed my face and body with the rest. I let it shower over me as I smiled into the camera. "Here, pig." Colt said as he tossed my speedo to me. "Wipe yourself off while I chat with our friend. They walked down the alley a bit while I tried to clean myself up. But a tiny speedo doesn't really clean up a lot. Colt returned to find me holding a sopping wet speedo and scum smeared all over my face and chest. He made me put on the speedo that now showed off even more through the wet fabric. Colt just looked at me and smiled. "God damn you look like a used up 2 bit whore." Then he leaned in, gave me a little kiss and whispered, "And you've never looked better babe."

Mike was angry Mike was watching the news. Their Senator was retiring, He was a respected man who while he was very conservative had always performed his office with dignity and honor, Mike hated bothe of the frontrunners to replace them. Jeff, a little tired of hearing Mike complain that there was no good choice, said “Then run yourself!” “I’m not a member of either party” Mike said though he always bored for the left leaning candidate “Do we NEED a party?” Jeff asked. “We would not need their money, We could easily finance a campaign on our own just off royalties and interest. It would not hurt us one bit” and he was right. And so the “Politics from a different perspective” campaign was born. Mike’s platform was simple, “I will never take a dime from special interests or lobbyists, I will look at each issue and make my decision based on what is best for my constituents”. He was pro choice, pro equality and anti big business greed. When reporters or his opponents brought up his sex life and relationships Mike would look at them and say “And?” If they pressed further he would say “I do not subscribe to the social construct of monogamy or the ridiculous idea that there is only room in my heart for one person but what I do in my bedroom with consenting adults has nothing to do with my stance on the issues” It was so unusual for a politician not to lie, deny or make excuses that they eventually gave up. It turned out that people cared more about actually being represented than what Mike did in bed. Mike won in a landslide garnering an amazing 69% of the vote. That always made Jeff chuckle. One of the very first things Mike did was put up a 24/7 live feed of his office from several angles accompanied by a large sign outside the door warning all that anything said in that office would be instantly public and then reduced to meet with any special interest, lobbyist or even fellow Senators anywhere else unless they allowed all conversations to be recorded, The one exception was national security issues he had to be briefed on but the public understood that, Several lobbyist managed to make “proposals" to him in out of the way places but quickly stopped when Mike called a press conference and told the public exactly what had been offered and what they had wanted in return, usually accompanied by recorded audio from his phone. This led to investigations and several arrest followed by a few resignations and many promises to “be more careful in the future” from politicians, many of whom lost their next bid for reelection, A year later Jeff ran for their local congressional seat on the same platform and also won in a landslide though he always grumped that 70% of the vote was not as funny as 69. Mike and Jeff shocked people when they still had time to put out music, the proceeds of which very transparently were used for their reelection campaigns, Mike and Jeff scrupulously avoided entanglements with anyone involved with politics but that did not stop them from having adventures. On vacation one year they had met several men of various ages and bred them. Tony had come to vacation with them and together they worked their way through the “treasures" of many men. One particularly memorable little minx had ridden the three of them to exhaustion. His name was Chuck and je so totally charmed Tony that when he returned to France Chucky went with him, Mike and Jeff decided to retire from politics at the end of Mike’s 2nd term. One of the last things they did was to stop a strange bill that the pharmaceutical companies had managed to slip through congress despite what was called it’s draconian measures. It had tri do with HIV status. The bill stipulated that in order to receive a government ID you had to present test results with your HIV status and that all HIV positive individuals were required to immediately go on medications, Failure to do so could result in being jailed and forcefully medicated. The Bill had been vetoed by President Taylor Swift and the veto override had filed in the House and in the Senate by one vote in each house, The President ordered the Justice Department to take a close look into the drug companies, This move had had an air of desperation to it and she felt the public needed to understand why, *************** The year was 2125 Jeff walked into the living room moving slowly and deliberately and lowered himself to sit on the floor leaning back on the now world famous ottoman. It had happened for the first time on this piece of furniture. He thought back on his life and to the biggest surprise of all, The Justice Department investigation had found after several years that the pharmaceutical companies had been up to something. By forcing every HIV positive person onto meds they were trying to hide the fact that a new strain of HIV was taking over. A nondeadly strain. In later years it would be dubbed "The Angel Strain”. Researchers quickly found where it originated. It had been that nameless boy they had fucked on Jeff’s first trip to the baths. He had known all along who they had been but had played along to be with his idols. He had pointed them to Mike and Jeff being one of the oldest confirmed carriers of the Angel Strain. A quick test in Mike confirmed he was a carrier too and Mike pointed them to Doug who had clean up his act and was living with his husband in Vermont. Test on Doug confirmed that while Mike’s strain came from him his HIV was normal HIV and it was his medications that kept it from progressing. The Angel Strain had originated with Mike and Jeff was the first he had passed it on to. On this ottoman Jeff thought wryly. They had never gone on medications, They never thought about it because they had no adverse health effects. Further research had found that The Angel Strain could override other strains of HIV and that the medications actually made you slightly more likely to die as they suppressed The Angel Strain and if you caught a resistant strain could keep it from protecting you, The drug companies didn’t care. They just saw their profit from the meds vanishing. It was not even a vaccine they could sell so they had tried to hide it to keep the money coming in. So what if a few more people died? This led to a deeper investigation and it finally came out that the drug companies had been sitting on a cure for many diseases, An anti-aging drug that cured cancer, diabetes and prevented most age related ones like arthritis and dementia, The calculation was that they would make more money treating a population kept sick than selling one that kept everyone healthy. This lead to the nationalization of the pharmaceutical industry and the trial and execution of the people who had truly known what was going on. In an unprecedented move they were tried by the Supreme Court to prevent the endless appeal process and not even the most strident anti death penalty proponents tried to save them. The researchers told Mike that like every other thing viruses evolved and it had mutated in him actually becoming far more successful, It had a nearly 100% transmission rate from just precum now and bottoms had an 80% chance of passing it on to a top having unprotected sex with them. Also being non lethal it had a longer lifetime for it’s host to infect others and in a final adaptation it now caused a slight brain chemistry change making it’s carriers more likely to want to spread it somehow. Singer and politician though he was in the end Mike ended up being most famous as patient X for The Angel Strain The Anti-aging drug was distributed to anyone above 35 for free and people were living to 130 to 140 years now some making it to 150, and the family had had many happy decades together. Buzz, Hank and Brad had been the first to go nearly 15 years ago. For Hank’s 120th birthday the three, still in incredible shape, had decided to be dropped from a helicopter onto the top of a mountain to snowboard down. There had been an avalanche… Mike had been devastated. In a very real way Hank and Buzz had been his kids and Brad his grandson. He had guided them, nurtured them and loved them for so long he was inconsolable. Jeff had had to put aside his own grief to take care of him. Sal went next at 141 and swore till the end that he would outlive them all. John did not long survive him, He stopped taking the anti-aging drug and was gone in two weeks. Mike and Jeff got each other through that somehow Then a year ago… the tears started down Jeff’s cheeks. They had celebrated their 100th wedding anniversary just a couple months before when the drugs suddenly stopped working for Mike. They were like that. You lead a long healthy life then you were gone in a couple days. Jeff had felt him go about 3 am but had laid held in his arms softly crying till dawn crept through the windows. And now Jeff was alone. He had mourned and hidden from the world for a while and then made a decision. He had set many things in motion he and Mike had always talked about, liquidating most of their assets and set up funds and endowments so that their life’s work would go on and help as many as possible. He knew Mike would want him to live and be happy but how do you live without a man you spent a century with? How could you go on alone? He sent a thought mode to the sound system in the house and the original version of Heartsong started playing. The song had been covered so many times people had forgotten that Jeff recorded it first. He had stopped taking the medications weeks ago. He quietly sang along “My Heartsong ends without you” Jeff’s caretaker found him. Head down on the ottoman a sweet smile on his face, The reaction of most people when they heard of his passing was “Wow, I didn’t even know he was still with us” The Compound” became a museum dedicated to the remarkable people who had lived there and the ottoman was the central exhibit. ********************** Epilogue: Mike waited, Standing by the road he waited. The was no hot or cold here. No hunger or thirst, He never got tired. He really could not complain. Hank, Buzz and Brad had been waiting 15 years. Sal and John were there too. They waited. People moved along the road, most of them just vague shapes but occasionally someone you knew would pass. They were sharper. Most of them walked past and through the large open gate but some stopped outside and waited. This was not Heaven, At least not the one people expected. Many people, singing pompous hymns and looking like the were smugly victorious found they could not get through the gate, Many protested what a good (fill in a religion name here) they had been and a voice sounding pre recorded and bored would play after a soft *DING* “You spent your life using your religion to justify your hate when you should have been loving your fellow man. Go away, When we have time we will come find you and send you back for another try. Have a pleasant day” it was always the same message. Some people approached the gate warily. Like they knew they could not get through. Mike wondered what they had done in life to cause that, They tried then eventually wandered away. In his waiting Luke had come by and as he had done for most of their lives when he had seen Mike walked up and held him in his arms but soon, just hours later Cathy had come, Kissing Mike on the cheek as she took Luke’s hand and led him through the gate. Mike waited. Then one day he saw him walking down the road and his heart swelled with love, “Jeff!” he shouted Tears in his eyes Jeff came running, looking like he had that first day in Mike’s tattoo shop and threw himself into his arms sobbing “I couldn’t. I couldn't live alone! How could you leave me alone?” “Shhhh shhhh. hush now baby boy.” Mike whispered, crushing Jeff to him as the rest of the family surrounded them “You know I didn’t have a choice. We are together now and you are mine, Mine forever now” And with that they walked hand in hand as a family. Hank, Buzz, Brad, Sal, John, Mike and Jeff through the gate and into their next adventure. ***************************************** And so it ends. I’m as surprised we ended up here as you are but I hope you enjoyed. Is it wrong for something you write yourself to make you cry? Peace and Love Scanbu These characters get mentioned in a new story by the same author.

Spit and shove

Fell in love with Albolene... Can be a bit tricky to find in Canada so I just make my own. For basically about $10 i get two tubs of it, and no one suspects that the mineral oil, paraffin wax, and Vaseline that it's made from really does not like latex!

I agree hearing others admiring me being fucked is always a major turn on, along with knowing I'm being watched.

What is "guaranteed" to make me cum ...... interesting question ... Well, any number of things, I suppose. I enjoy aural encouragement from other guys waiting in line, or lined up next to me on another Hole. Also, the bottom's sounds of satisfaction, or other bottoms taking loads nearby; i.e. the 'music' of group breeding. I enjoy mentally replaying some of the particularly thrilling Holes I've fucked. I enjoy when other guys shoot their loads onto my Cock while I'm still rutting in a Hole. While it doesn't happen often, when another guy is felching cumdump's Holes close by, and then snowballs the loads to another guy, that'll do it every time, particularly if it's me ... Probably the most important 'one thing' though, is a really intense 'connection' with the other guy. When I know that I'm not just Breeding his ass, but also his mind, his soul, his innermost needs, it's always the most satisfying for me too.

IX. Tradecraft Here we turn to a lighter note, a heartwarming story of romance between a Daddy and his Boy. A perfect love flowed from the kindly older man, pulsing through his cock into the strapping young fellow – overflowing his heart and transforming his body forever. But let us begin at the beginning. An athletic son of academics, the young man yearned for a more robust and manly life than that of his effete and bookish father. More than anything he loved to work with his hands, and he was naturally drawn to gathering places of men – where honest labor and pride of craftsmanship are prized values. Thus the lad was overjoyed to find an after-school job at the local hardware store. The men who worked at the store treated him with trust and respect. He proudly wore the staff apron, with its pockets for tools, pens and measuring tapes, and applied himself in learning the business. Soon he was advising customers on tools and tradecrafts with an expertise beyond his years. His youthful confidence and pleasing dexterity did not escape the notice of a frequent customer, the Brother Groundskeeper, for whom the hardware store was also a place of pilgrimage. He knew its aisles almost as well as he did the gardens and hedgerows of the Brotherhood’s Estate, and whiled away happy hours admiring the finely machined tools and precision equipment. One day he waylaid the young employee and asked for help finding a few items -- though he knew full well where they were kept. Each request took the two farther into the back reaches of the store until, by inquiring about hoists and winches, the Brother maneuvered the lad into a corner by the men’s restroom. As the young man started to explain one of the devices, hefting it in his hand, the older man’s hand brushed lightly across it, stopping as his broad, callused palm covered the boy’s slender fingers. Their eyes met and froze. The Brother broke his gaze and looked toward the washroom. “I need your help in here for a moment.” Taking the winch from the boy’s hands and laying it back on the shelf, he noticed the rising mound in the lad’s staff apron, lifted by a tool more beautifully honed than the pliers and screwdrivers tucked in its pockets. The boy, entranced, nodded and wordlessly followed the Brother into the lavatory. It was the first time he had touched another man in such a way, but somehow his body knew what to do. Falling to his knees, he freed the Brother’s cock, stroking with naturally gifted hands its magnificent crown, its trunklike shaft with veins like buttresses, and its lightly silvered bush. He bestowed on it the same reverent admiration as he would on a fine tool from the store’s wares. Soon the Brother was primed to impart a more advanced lesson in the manly arts, and with a kind but firm grasp he pulled the boy to his feet and turned him against the sink, fixing his eyes in the mirror with a powerful, hypnotic stare. Reaching under the apron, he deftly unfastened the boy’s belt, opened his own shirt and pants and, gently caressing the young man’s bulging briefs, pulled his jeans to his ankles. The Groundskeeper spat on his fingers and expertly prepared the untouched hole for its introduction to adult pleasures. Freeing the young cock that desperately strained at its cotton bonds, he stroked it, drawing the boy’s attention to the ecstasy of his touch and distracting him from the inevitable pain he must endure in this moment of discovery. The Groundskeeper eased himself, unrelentingly but compassionately, between the round, youthful buttocks and into the tight, quivering hole, holding the boy’s waist against his impulse to draw away. By fractions of an inch like those inscribed on a measuring tape, his thickly veined cock found its home. Pain and indescribable pleasure coursed like an electrical charge through the young man’s body and he let out a cry – muffled by his mentor, who had preemptively placed a thick hand over the rosy lips. Both watched their images, shuddering with piston thrusts, in the mirror, the boy’s head leaning back and nestling in the older man’s sheltering arms. The young cock lurched and bounced to the relentless rhythm, beginning to ooze in response to the unfamiliar bliss. The man removed his hand from the boy’s mouth and began gently to caress his balls, teasing him ever closer to orgasm. He slid his fingers up the boy’s ten-inch shaft (which of late had grown into the object of locker-room envy and his own youthful astonishment) and began circling the velvety magenta of the cockhead, glazing it with a delicate coating of its own oozing precum. The stimulation was more than the young body could stand. Taut muscles tensed, bright eyes and plump lips stretched wide in surprise, and with a convulsion like he had never experienced, the boy machine-gunned out a bounty that smeared the mirror from top to bottom. He was still transfixed in wonder when the man’s own thrusts took on a final urgency, delivering a load that, though injected inside him rather than spattered in full view, was surely just as copious as his own. They stood for many minutes in a post-coital embrace, the lad turning his face to claim a long and urgent kiss. The Brother held still and the boy could almost feel inside himself the gentle heartbeats that throbbed in the older man’s cock, as it withdrew slowly and sensuously from the oozing hole. Turning to face him, the youth admired the hard and thickly haired chest, then cast his eyes downward to assess the manhood that had just penetrated him. For the first time he noticed the boldly inscribed tattoo on the left of the man’s abdomen. The Brother caught the inquisitive gaze and, pulling the boy's face up to meet his own eyes, whispered, “A badge of manhood that you shall earn yourself one day.” The man dressed himself and, with a firm and affectionate grasp of the boy’s shoulder, left him alone in wordless awe. Mindful that “one day” might be sooner rather than later, the Brother thought to check back on the boy in the weeks to come. Sure enough, stopping by the store, he was told that the young employee had called in sick for more than a week. He smiled and shook his head fondly, remembering that in his prime his viral load had been mighty, and was glad to be reassured that his golden years were still blessed with that same potency. “Pozzed on his first fuck,” other junior Brothers would affectionately tease the young man in years to come, and he would blush, secretly proud. But of course it took some time, at first, to understand how truly blessed he was. There was shock at his life’s sudden new turn, tears, and rage – but those dissolved in due time. Seeing the kindly face of the Groundskeeper once more was enough to melt some of the anger. The affection between them was real, and soon they became lovers, bonded as they were already by the Strain. The boy was apprenticed to his Poz Father as an assistant groundskeeper, learning to plow, plant and tend the gardens – as well as joining his mentor to spread another kind of Seed. (Together they reaped a bountiful harvest of fresh college boys, for the muscular May-September pair proved a powerful lure for the young and horny.) In due time the Apprentice was admitted to the Chapter – among the younger Initiates in its history. His entry to the Brotherhood was, as tradition requires, sealed with a ritual infusion of semen by the gathered Brothers one night in the Chapter Hall. But this was a mere formality, for the offspring of his Father/Lover was already living within him, conceived on that confusing but exhilarating day of sexual awakening. Only the Dark Lord knows how many meaningless loads have spattered the stalls of public toilets, truck stops and park benches throughout history. Surely our sacred Seed, it its relentless determination to propagate, charged from man to man in many such encounters. Yet none could compare to the beauty of those furtive moments in a dingy hardware store men's room. Father and Son joined in an eternal bond – a boy's virginity taken and manhood granted in a single explosion of viral love.

Years ago I hooked up with a guy that took me into his shower to fuck me. Right after penetrating me, I started feeling pressure building up and warmth inside me, and realized he was pissing in me. After filling me with piss, he proceeded to fuck me. The sloppy sounds, piss running down my legs and squirting out of me with every thrust, was crazy hot. I felt like a filthy slut, and loved it. Often fantasize about finding another guy to use me like that again.

Love cheating men. I have a neighbor whose bf won't fuck him. He has a low libido and sex for him is usually mutual oral. My neighbor is a gorgeous man with a huge dick but prefers to bottom. He's always asking if I'm clean.....I'm undetectable and checked for STD's frequently, so I say yes. It is such a turn on breeding him and sending him home to his bf filled with my semen.

Quick load, was at the house and was hit by someone very close by, an architect who visited one of the neighbors, said he didn't have much time and in need to unload. He sent me a beautiful dick pic and I just told him to come right over! I was in my jock, greeted him with a kiss and he was literally a model, tight shirt emphasizing his muscles and a growing bulge in his pants leaving nothing to imagination. I dropped to my knees to free the beast, and it was a 9" beauty! sucked him for a bit to get him fully hard in my mouth and wet with my throat juices till he grabbed me and guided us to couch, laying me down on my back and lifting my legs, aligning his cock with my hole and shoving it in, slowly but forcefully till I felt his balls. he looked at his watch and said he doesn't have much time so I wrapped my legs around him and told him to fuck me hard and breed my cunt. that did the trick and he started pumping my hole hard till he announced he's ready to breed my hole and I felt him unloading in me. when he pulled out I immediately took him in my mouth to clean him up and I felt him jumping scared. Apparently I forgot to tell him my partner was in his home office while we were fucking lol my partner told him to continue and commented it sounded hot from the side, inviting the architect to come back soon to play together.

Oh fuck! I connected with a guy the night he got out of prison. He’d been gone seven years. I didn’t realise until we took our first break and were setting up second shots that he just got out; that man was a beast in bed.

I've been doing it with this guy Brian for a while and had a hot experience with him at the weekend. He's a pretty big guy, about 6', slim, kinda hairy and has one of the best beards I've seen. Thick, dark, soft and a bit wavy. I've had a lot of fun kissing him and running my fingers through his beard. We mostly meet when his truck route takes him through my area. He's a bit of a odd guy, he's not much good for talking and he's always been shy about getting his clothes off for some reason. He doesn't mind being touched, grab his butt, even pull his t-shirt up a bit and play with his treasure trail, no problem, but until the weekend I'd never seem him fully naked and he'd always been pretty clear his dick was a hands off place. He'd move my hand if I got near it. I've always wanted him naked though, he's a sexy lean otter and totally my type. Usually we hang out a while kissing then he'll blow me until he's got a big load in his beard and then we're done. Sometimes he wants to be fucked though. It's always kind of down to business when we do that, he just pulls his jeans and boxers down a bit to expose his hairy butt and lie face down, or on his back with his legs up for me to enter him. I like getting intimate usually, kissing and stuff when fucking, but he just wants to lie there and take it. He's got a super fuckable butt though, and he moans and grunts a lot. Never asked for a condom, takes it as hard and as long as I want, and is cool with me shooting in him. So I can't complain. Sometimes he shoots a load in his boxers too, I can feel that familiar clenching in his hole and he's making the noises. I wonder how many other guys he's letting fuck him. On Friday, I told him he's a sexy guy and if he ever wants it's cool to top me, and I tell him how I'd like to make him cum too. After a while he says guys never want him on top because he's small. Eventually he gets it out and he's about 2.5" hard. Big nuts though. He says that other guys just ignore it mostly and never want to bottom for him, he's never topped. Took some convincing but it was about time he got in a guy's butt. I expected to have fun, he's a hot guy and I've got a pretty sensitive hole. Having the entrance teased with a dick feels great. But I had way more fun than I expected when Brian did it. He was rock hard and when he was pumping at my hole he was bumping and teasing it great, just dipping the tip of his dick in and out and leaking precum. A few times when I was really getting in to it and forgetting I pushed my hips up and expected to feel him enter me fully. Thing is, I loved being that dick hungry with him teasing my hole and never getting completely filled. He teased the hell out of my hole. He eventually cum with his tip pushed just inside me. I was relaxed and open so his shots went deep. I really felt the hot pulses of cum entering me and filling me. No prostate orgasms, but I definitely felt something happening with it when his hot cum filled me up. So, I'm wondering, do other guys ever bottom with small tops, and what does it feel like for them?

From time to time I see this inane phrase in a person's profile, or in a posting somewhere, and it makes me want to strangle them. Because they're also the ones complaining, all the time, about how much this or that part of their job sucks, or how expensive rent has gotten where they live, or how much insurance or health care costs, and it's always blamed on "them" - whoever "them" is. I saw something today that encapsulates the appropriate response: You're not into politics? Well, your employer is. Your landlord is. Your insurance company is. Your doctor and your local hospital are. They get involved. They vote. They make sure that the people who can DO something about the problems you see DON'T do something about them. What "I'm not into politics" really means is "I don't care enough about my problems to do anything but complain about them."

I was nearly 20 years old when I finished school in Germany and decided to go alone for one month to the USA. I knew that I was gay but had no experience here in Germany and nobody knew about my desires. I was 185 with 75 Kilogramm and was a very sporty type with no fat but only muscles and a nice bubble butt. When arriving in the USA I wanted to join a bathhouse at the next day, hoping to see some nice lads and some nice cocks to suck (and hopefully which will fuck me). Fucking without a condom was no alternative and so went to the bathhouse with some lube and a package of condoms. I went to the entrance and my heart bounced when entering it. An older man saw me and told me to pay the fee. He also claimed to see my passport, as he could not believe that I was over 18 years old. He laughed when seeing my age and asked me for my favorites. I looked at him and started sweating , not knowing what he wanted from me. He asked me if it was my first time and I nodded. Ok, he sad, you fuck or want to be fucked, he asked and I stuttered that I wanted to be fucked. Never been fucked till yet, he asked with a smile and I could only nod again. He smiled and said that I need a light blue wristlet and put it on my left arm, because of my age I was not allowed to order alcoholic drinks. He did not tell me that everyone saw one that I like to be fucked. Great boy, we have a breeding area today at the left, where you will be fucked, as I can promise you, he told me and I did not know what he meant with the area but answered only yes. He gave me the key to the changing closet, where I found one big towel and two condom. I was glad, that they obviously fuck safe here. I put down my clothes and went into the first floor. It took only 1 or 2 minutes and an older man of about 50 years joined me and took of his towel directly in front of me. I saw for the first time a rock hard 7 inches cock live. I stared at it and could not move. You like it, he asked me and again I was only able to nod. He came to me and immediately started to grab for my ass. Nice bubble but, you have, he said and I answered with a simple yes. His fingers started stroking at my asshole and then he asked me, if I like it. Yes feels great I said to him and with no time stop he led me to the left area, where we entered the area signed by breeding area. I did not know the meaning. Otherwise I would have fled. He was going to the far behind where there was a room with a sling in it. We entered it. I will fuck you now, he told me and I said to him, that I waited for this so long. Great a virgin he laughed and ordered me on the sling. I got on it, which I should have never done so, because at the next moment he fixed my ankles so my ass was in a great fucking position. But there was no chance to get out of the sling. For now it was ok and even when he lubed my ass very much, it felt great everything. But a moment later I felt his cock pressing against my hole and I shouted stop it, only with condom. He laughed, no condoms in the breeding area. What stop it I shouted and the man came to my face. You ve got two chances. One enjoying it and one protesting. The second will also lead you to be bred but with much pain. So be a good boy, he explained me a put a bottle of poppers which I inhaled a lot from. Ok I cried but please put a condom… I tried to say but he said that this would not happen. He went back to my ass and put his big fat cock at my asshole and started pushing against it. Another man came to me, giving me some more poppers and told me to be a good boy, starting to kiss me. In my mind I saw this pushing cock being fucking me bare and I thought, ok, and loosened up me for being fucked. to be continued

Probably … damn, so many … but probably eating a man’s ass. Like the others have said, I love an orgy during which everyone is in the mix, not having any idea with whom they are having sex. I’m a voyeur and love to watch but I’m also an exhibitionist who loves to put on a show. Men standing around jerking off watching me have sex. The eroticism of slithering my arm upper buddies ass. The intimacy of unloading my sperm up a mans ass. My arms and legs enveloped around him as we passionately kiss and make out. This silent whispers of what we are feeling and doing and want to do with each other. All that is a huge turn on. But when a man pulls open his ass crack and proudly shows off his hole, and let me get very personal and intimate by sticking my tongue up his hole, that sends shivers through my balls and up my spine and very quickly helps me build up to the point of no return.

Poz on meds but want to go off

Thia is amazing, can't wait for more to come.

I've got a batch of condoms that I've put in the freezer for a day, then left on the radiator. I did that for a little over a month each day swapping between. On the very rare occasion I get fucked with a condom those break about 2/3 of the time.

So Hot! More please!!

upclose pic of my ass. Any takers?

Tenth day (19 March) Next day I tried to see about DC as much as I could. At the end of the day I was horny and ready to explore the Crew Club - more deeply. I arrived at around 9 pm, rented a room and occupied it soon. I started to scroll through sniffies, of course, I posted that I was waiting anybody in my room. Checking the profiles made me horny, so I decided to show my hardon around. I started to cruise and saw a couple of open rooms with guys who were stroking their cocks or stayed on their fourth offering their hole. I stopped at a good looking bear with fat round hairy ass. I started to stare at him, he looked back right in my eyes. I stepped in, went onto my knees and started to eat his ass. Some people stopped at the door and watched us jerking. I stood up and shoved my cock in. The bear moaned and I started to fuck him. I was starting him for a while but I didn’t want to cum yet. I stepped out when extremely loud noise made me curious. Close to this room two guys were spit roasting a third one. The fucker was a long dick guy, the guy who made his cock sucked was a very toned one. Not much later they changed the position and the muscular started to fuck the bottom. The big dick guy shoved his dick into the top’s ass. It hardly worked because of the size difference. So, the muscled guy stopped fucking, stepped a bit right and the two “tops” continued the fuck letting the bottom’s hole empty. I didn’t waste my time, went closer and filled the gap. I realised that the hole was well-used and full of cums. We were fucking standing side by side. When the top came moaning very loudly I couldn’t stop and came also. I continued my cruising. I stopped at rooms a couple of times for some ass licking, cock sucking. After that I went to explore the dark room and the steam. The dark room was crowded and offered opportunities for some cock sucking on both sides. The steam was the same. My following couple of hours were full of short suckings and I fucked some guys shortly. Although I was eager for being bottom I was rather top. Since it was a busy night and it happened weeks ago, I can’t write everything very detailed. However, there were three memorable events. One of them happened in the steam. It was semi dark but I could realise that a guy was fucked. The top came and left the bottom in his position, benting over the wall. I started to lick out the cum of his hole. Then the lights turned on and everyone could see me eating this cummy hole. I stood up, a gorgeous black guy stepped closer to kiss me, grabbed my cock and positioned it to the hole. I started to fuck the guy very intensely while we were continuously kissing. After a while I felt I was close and soon deposited my second load in him. Then the bottom turned back we continued to kiss three together. Then we went down to suck this beautiful black tool. After a while the bottom turned back and then I positioned the black cock inside. Another adventure happened in a room. I went cruising when I saw a guy. He was visibly high and eager for cock. At least I guessed he wanted to be fucked but he wanted something bigger. After I was fucking his loose hole for a while I pushed my fist instead of my cock. OMG it was amazing. And as I pulled my fist out, his rosebud came automatically out too but went back immediately. Pushed it - I ordered him and he did and kept it, so I could lick his rosebud. He pushed out it again and started to piss. Do it again - told him and I got his cock in my mouth to drink his piss. After that, I fistfucked him and asked him to show his rosebud again. Then I fucked his rosebud. We played like this for a while when he needed some break. I said I was close to coming. Okay, then paint my rosebud before leaving - he replied. I tugged some on my cock, he pushed out his rosebud. Then I sprayed my jizz onto his beautiful red piece. After adventures in the dark room and the steam, I went back to my cabin and checked sniffies asking for being fucked. A black guy texted me that he wanted to unload his cum in a white older hole. I invited him and since he also was in the club he knocked on the door in minutes and I started to suck his gorgeous beautiful beast soon. After an intense throat fuck he ordered me on my back. “I want to see your face when I go in”. He wasn’t gentle. He wanted me to feel the pure pain. But it was pleasure too. He was fucking me for a while when he turned me back to continue it in doggy. He was still merciless and fucked me hard. He did this until he shot a couple of doses in me. Then he pulled it out. Clean it he ordered. I licked it fully then he dropped a thanks to me and left. It was almost 2 am, and I was dead tired so I also left soon.

A cute slutty bottom with a loose pussy begging for my load is guaranteed to make me cum

I'm not sure, but I wouldn't be suprised if he just straight up quit - tons of people were stealing his content and he did say that it takes a lot of time to make these vids and that piracy really affects him. From his twitter: I really hope he didn't quit - fucking loved his work.

I would love to be fucked by Jessy Karson! I watch all his porn regularly. Love him to slide into my hole.

I've had to fuck buddies do that to me. I want it again, feels so good being filled like that

Quick introduction : I m 47 bottom guy, I ve told a lot about some life changing experiences on this site but now I have to tell you another story that just happend and which has me wondering about myself. This monday, on some spanish dating app (Wapo), as I was traveling, I came accross the profile of a guy, nice body, great dick, avertising himself as straight but up to fucking some fag as his girlfriend is not into rough sex. He was quite agressive in his way of talking about gays and was looking for holes, nothing else. I had a feeling that some pictures looked familiar... We chatted a bit, he asked some photos. He liked my style and ass, the fact that I was obeying pleased him, too. I sent him a pic were my face appears partly, though not easily recognizable (I never do that). At some point, I lost interest cause he asked for money as he uses gays only to make some cash but that it'd be worth it as he'd fuck me good, he knows what slut daddies like me want, we re up to anyhthing blah blah blah... We went on chatting cause he was turning me on but I had already made my mind : I was mot paying. And that s when he wrote : looking at your picture again, you remind me of someone. D you have a clear facepic ? In a second, it hit me ! The pics that loomed familiar were from Facebook but with a blurred face ! It s a cousin of mine ! Daniel ! The stupidest guy in my family ! No job, no money, no education, nothing ! All he s done in his life are some bartending extras in some beach bars and laying the girls ! He is 37 and has 3 kids with 2 different girls but no money ! I was in schock ! I was totally turned on by this douche and affraid he would recongnize me. I had told him about the cage, me as a sissy, me as a cumslut,... everything in order to convince him I was the right choice for a superior straight guy like him to make ! And there is this photo were my face partly appears ! I stopped the chat. Since monday I only think of him ! Totally obsessed. What can happen ? Can he recognize me ? I d love that and I fear that at the same time ! Would I pay him ? Would he still fuck me ? I m totally lost... Anyone ever experienced some similar situation ?

I love mature dom top daddies, kinky nasty , big cock . My married daddy is sooo proud of his 9" cock , he loves having me or other guys worship his monster devil cock for as long as especially when we are all wired and high before he would slips his dry stiff cock into my bare cunt without lube.

I had a very passionate lover for a few years. A handsome black man who wasn't verbal but definitely moaned and expressed his pleasure when fucking me. He would not announce his oncoming climax but I could always tell as his breathing got deeper and he would drive his penis balls deep and stop as it would pulsate. I could not necessarily feel his semen filling me but his dick spasming in his hole certainly told me he was breeding me. as his dick stopped unloading he would stay in me for another minute or so and slowly withdrawal invariably pulling some of his nut with him....the only physical sign of his orgasm

I wonder if they are all fucking like rabbits. Maybe in a city. I only get action if I go 1.5hr to nearest sauna. So don't beat yourself up about it.

Fuck! Can you all please just line up and load me up? (You can go 2 at a time if you'd like)

Part 2: Have you ever heard the tale of the Two Wolves? We all have two wolves inside us, trying to control differently and the wolf that you feed is the wolf that wins. I sat there with my hands on the keyboard, torn. My mind vs this carnal desire. Everything I had ever wanted vs a physical, emotional desire that would take everything I had ever wanted away from me. I tried so hard to remove my hands from the keyboard, but I felt powerless to do so. I saw the warning signs, I knew that this was not just sexual, it was so much more, so much more dangerous. I must have sat there for what seemed like an hour letting my two wolves battle, with neither wolf seeming to gain an edge, but then something happened that pulled the dark wolf ahead, he messaged me. Dan: Hey, you’re online Me: (fingers on the keyboard shaking with nervous excitement) Me: Yeah, I just had a couple minutes free and wanted to say hi Dan: It’s been a long time, I wish you had more than a couple of minutes Me: yeah, I just came home early, and my wife will be here soon Dan: Well, I’m glad you did Me: me too Dan: glad you still think about me Me: I do Dan: I still think about you too, a lot Me: Dan: I think about that night in your car and how I should have taken you by the hand and led you inside my apartment Me: you think I would have followed? Dan: I think you would have been nervous, but I think you wanted me to take you inside Me: maybe so, I was incredibly scared though Dan: you really were! You were shaking when I touched you Me: lol Dan: but I think you would have relaxed once we got inside, and we were alone Me: maybe, but I was scared half to death Dan: I would have been gentle with you Me: I believe that Dan: who knows what that would have started. I think if we had made love that night, it would have changed a lot Me: how so? Dan: We would have been closer, more connected, and you would want it more than you can imagine so you would have come back Me: I can see that being true Then during the chat something happened that I didn’t expect: Dan: (Dan is requesting to video chat) Me: ignores it Dan: please Me: I don’t know Dan: don’t turn your camera on, I just want you to see Dan: (Dan is requesting to video chat) Me: (accepts) I have my video off, but he can hear me. I see him lying in bed, its dark the bed is a mess as he is laying there on the sheets with no shirt. Dan: Are you there? Me: (nervously) yes Dan: it is so good to hear your voice, I wanted you to hear mine and see me, all of me He points the camera down to his rock hard cock and starts slowly stroking it Dan: Do you like it? Me: (my voice cracks) yes Dan: it likes you Dan: it wants you and only you I find it almost hard to breath now Dan: Do you want it? Please PLEASE tell me you do Me: I do! Dan: Good baby, I knew that you did Dan starts stroking a little faster and moaning. My cock is rock hard and I pull it out and start to stroke it with him, trying not to cum, but being so turned on. Dan: FUCK! It feels so good to be inside you. Finally, we are together Dan: Tell me you want me raw Me: I want you! Dan: Tell me you want my bare cock inside you Me: I want you inside me Dan: come on baby, please take me bare. I need it, I need you Me: I want you to fuck me raw Dan: Fuck yes babe! I slide my huge bare cock inside you, you feel so much better than I had ever dreamed. I whisper in your ear that we are together now. Tell me you want it! Me: I want it babe! I do! Dan: I start fucking your faster and deeper, I hear you moan with pleasure as I get deeper and deeper. I tell you that we are going to be together forever now, there is no going back now, it’s just you and me baby. I know you want it. I am so close to cumming right now, and I am so caught up in the story I would do whatever he wanted, I have fully lost control! Me: I do want it babe: Dan: tell me you want me to cum inside you! Tell me you want cum flowing through your veins! Tell me that you belong to me now! Tell me that I am yours and you are mine! You’re going to leave your wife behind to be with me. Please baby! Fuck please! Me: Cum inside of me baby! Cum deep inside of me, I am yours! Dan: Fuck, I can’t hold it back anymore! I am going to cum! I push as deep as I possibly can inside of you trying to ensure my cum is injected directly into your veins. And I lean over and whisper in your ear, my poz cum is my wedding vow to you, there is no going back for either of us as my cock starts pouring a river of poz cum inside of you. Me: I want it! I see dan on camera shooting out a huge load all over his bed and I do the same, cuming all over my office chair. I sat there for a minute trying to regain my composure. That is the most intense sex Ive ever had and it wasn’t real. But now I am starting to come down from my high and reality is sinking in. What the fuck have I done! If I thought I had created a dangerous situation before, what I have I done now! Dan: Oh my gosh! You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had! And I am SO happy that you feel the same way about me! Me: Dan: Babe, I promise you that I am going to treat you so good. I am going to make you happy, trust me. Me: Dan: We need to make this happen soon! I know you’re ready too! Me: Dan: you still cleaning up after that great fuck? Lol Me: Me: Gotta run, wife just walked inside!!! Sorry Dan: What? Tell her about us, its time! We are together now! Dan: She needs to know about us so we can start with our life. I logged off without responding to the last two messages. I sat there thinking to myself, what have I done. I have no control over myself and I’m going to throw my life away. I just told him I wanted to divorce my wife and marry him. I cannot be trusted. The next day I thought to myself, ever since 9th grade, I have worked towards 1 goal, become a lawyer, have a successful practice, have the hot trophy wife that everyone wants, have a membership at the country club, take vacations to Aspen, the Bahamas, nice places. And I have all of that right now, but I am trying my best to throw all of it away. And don’t be mistaken, it will ALL be taken from you. If your wife finds out, you will get a divorce and her father will drag you through court so long that you won’t be able to take on other cases, not that any other cases will come to you. Your father-in-law will be sure to spread it to the far corners of the earth that you cheated on your wife with a homeless HIV drug addict, whatever he can say to ruin my reputation and he is well enough connected to do so. If you cannot control your desires to have a guy fuck you, you can easily find another guy. A guy who isn’t infected with every std possible, a guy who isn’t trying to own you and keep you locked in a cage. There must be some guy out there like me, that wants something secret. If the urges ever get that bad, that is what I will do, Dan is no longer an option. For almost a year and half, I hardly thought of dan. I forced myself to believe that it wasn’t an option, and if the urge ever occurred, I just told myself, well you need to try something different, dan isn’t an option anymore. Most of the time, I would just go and jerk off and occasionally I would watch a little porn and then JO, but that seemed to work, it satisfied the craving. Over the next year and half, my business grew, I had 2 other attorneys working for me and not to mention a very sexy assistant. And my relationship with my wife got better, I honestly believe this happened when I hired my assistant. She got a little jealous and more interested in me. Things were going good. Right around the year and half mark, I got a pretty big case, back in my college town, back where dan was, and I had to go back there for the first time since I graduated, over 12 years ago. Our first in court appointment on the case was on Thursday morning at 9am. Now, I live two and half hours from there, so leaving at 6:30am isn’t that difficult, but I thought it would be best to drive up the day before and get a hotel room, just so I’m prepared you know. My wife actually offered to come and stay with me, but I told her that I wanted to go over the case material in the hotel room, so she decided to stay back. The nostalgia of being back in your college town, what can i say, it felt great. Something inside you makes you feel young again, young wild and free! But none of that was true, it just felt that way. First thing I did was I went to the gym, then I came back to the hotel and ate dinner at the hotel bar. I sat there for almost 2 hours having drinks, flirting with the bar tender. She was younger, in college, tattooed up and just looked sexy as hell. I have to admit, I was very tempted to invite her up, this is probably the first sign that I’m letting college nostalgia effect my head. But, you can never tell with bar tenders, is she flirting with me because she wants a tip or something more, and there was no way I was going to stay down there another 3 hours until they closed. So I left her a $100 tip, (yes, I was definitely trying to show off) and told her it was fun talking with her and left. I got up to the room and took a shower and then with just a towel wrapped around me sat on the bed and turned on the tv and grabbed my notes, time to go over the case material. But, I was buzzing pretty hard from the drinks and found it hard to concentrate. So I thought I would jerk off really quick and the first thing that popped in my mind wasn’t the sexy bar tender, it was Dan. I told myself that Dan wasn’t an option, but I’m not going to talk to him, I’m just going to Jerk off thinking about him, the guard then came down. That is where it all changed course. It put dan back on the table, it no longer was “Not an option”. I allowed myself to think about him, about our last conversation, and right now my mind wasn’t focused on the part about me losing everything I had ever worked for, it was focused in on the part with his extremely long cock. I was already getting hard, but there was something inside me that wanted more, like just going to jerk off was drinking a diet soda, I didn’t want diet soda, it wasn't going to satisfy this craving, I wanted more. I almost immediately had my laptop open on the site ready to log in and then there was this subtle howl, the other wolf was trying so hard to change my mind but I didn’t even take the time to think it over. I pressed the “login” button. Immediately I see that I had almost 35 messages from Dan since the last time we spoke, this did bring me back down a notch and alarms started going off Dan: Last night was so fun! Love you (a few days later) Dan: I can’t wait to see you baby! Love you so much! (the next day) Dan: Just thinking about last night, I am so happy that we feel the same. Love you (a week later) Dan: Hurry back on here, I miss you! (another week later) Dan: ok, this is starting to make me mad. I need to talk to you (The next day) Dan: Look, you and I both know how you really feel. You want this more than I do, quit being an ass. (a few weeks later) Dan: I guess you decided to stay with your whore wife. Who cares about me huh? What about you? You know that you want me, you crave me, I am the only one who can make you happy! (the next day) Dan: ok, I guess I will have to call your wife and tell her about us. I guess you’re not big enough of a man to do it, so you need me to come do it for you. (a month later) Dan: You should see the guy I fucked last night, he reminded me so much of you in college. He took a huge load! (a month later) Dan: What are you going to do when I come to your office and just walk into your office and bend you over your desk and fuck you raw as everyone hears you begging me to cum inside you! (several months later) Dan: omg! I can’t believe I sent that message; I was so drunk and was out with this really hot college guy that I’m dating now and I didn’t even remember sending that. Sorry, hope you’re ok. (6 months later) Dan: Hey! Just wanted to say hi, haven’t talked to my husband (lol) in a while so thought I would say hi. Hi hubby. Lol remember that night haha (1 month later) Dan: sends video message of him jerking off and as he is cumming he says “Oh fuck, I can’t wait until I get to cum inside you again babe” (the next day) Dan: sorry I meant to send that to someone else. Hope you’re ok (a few months later) Dan: Funny story, I was talking about you last night with my boyfriend and he totally wants to meet you! (a few days before now) Dan: Hey just think about you, wanted to catch up and say hi and see how things are going. I read them all several times, thinking it all over carefully. This guy is not stable, he is dangerous. He would do anything possible to infect you, rape, stealth you, anything. He sincerely believes that by doing this, we will essentially be married because where else can I go? I can’t go back to my wife, and who would start dating me when I have HIV+, Hepatis, and Herpes, whatever std he has. I would have nowhere to go, so I guess I would just marry him, and he would move in with me and I would buy him a car and we would take vacations all over and he wouldn’t have to do anything. So, he will do anything possible to get his toxic load inside you. That brought me down, but I still wanted to Jerk off thinking about him, so I pulled up that video he sent me and watched him stroking his long cock and shooting his load and hearing him say he was cumming inside me. I watched it over and over with my hand on my cock, but I couldn’t bring myself to jerk off, I didn’t want to cum. I wanted more! Me: Hey man, things are good, how are you? I see you have a boyfriend now, I am happy for you. Within 5 minutes: Dan: Just working, great to hear from you. Me. Work, work work, lol all work no play Dan: lol, you never let me play! Me: you have a boyfriend to play with (not believing he has a boyfriend) Dan: he doesn’t have to know Me: Dan, you don’t want to cheat Dan: You don’t tell him, I won’t tell your wife, I little secret Me: lol, secrets can be dangerous Dan: I like that Me: I know you do! Dan: so do you! Me: I do? Dan: What are you doing online? Me: Sitting in a hotel supposed to be working but doing something else Dan: I wish I was something else 😉 Me: lol, I didn’t say letting something else do me Dan: You should say that Me: really? Dan: Yes Me: Your boyfriend is going to be mad at you Dan: He knows about you, about us Me: what does he know Dan: he knows everything Dan: why are you in a hotel working? Wife kick you out? Me: lol, no. I’m here in town for work. Dan: You’re in town right now? Me: for tonight, I have a court early tomorrow Dan: Where are you staying? Me: The Montgomery Dan: Of course, the nicest hotel around Me: Lol, business expense Dan: what are you going to do when I come over Me: how are you going to get here? Dan: call a cab Me: you don’t know what room number I’m in though Dan: are you really there Me: (sends picture out of window) Dan: You can’t tease me, let me come over! Me: I can’t I have to study, you have a boyfriend, I have a wife Dan: We broke up last week Me: oh, I’m sorry (still not believing he ever had a boyfriend) Dan: Please! We don’t have to have sex, I just want to hang out Me: Really? You think you could come over, be alone in a bedroom and just talk? Dan: Yeah, I mean hopefully you will give me a hug and maybe a kiss, but we don’t have to have sex unless you want to. Me: I really need to study for this case Dan: I’m taking $20 out of the register now to get a cab, that’s enough to get me there, someone else will have to bring me back 😉 Me: you cant steal from your work you will lose your job Dan: I will pay them back somehow, you can loan me $20, right? Me: and now you’re talking about staying the night, you just said we wouldn’t have sex Dan: Just called the cab Me: you still don’t know my room number Dan: That means I have 10 minutes to get it from you before I get there. Me: Dan, hold on a minute! Dan: Already called the cab Me: Really hold on, lets think about this Dan: too late, what is your room number Me: Dan: I guess I could ask the front desk Me: Dan, come on. Lets talk this through Dan: we have been talking for years! If you don’t want to have sex, we won’t. Me: Dan: Getting in the cab Me: 5 minutes later Dan: (sends photo of the hotel) Me: what the hell! Dan: Should I ask the bar tender or the front desk for your room number? Me: hold on one second Dan: They’re really going to be “why is he going up to his room” Me: Dan, seriously hold on one second. Dan: Front desk it is Me: Ok! Dan: Ok what? Me: NO sex, right? Dan: up to you! Me: 412 I am pacing through the room, not knowing what to do before I realize I am still just wearing a towel. There is a knock at the door, “hold on one second”. I turn off the lights except the tv and the lights coming in the window and grab some shorts tee shirt and throw them on really quick and go to the door. I slowly open the door and see dan, much older and skinnier than I remember, but it has been over 10 years, and he isn’t the healthiest person I know, so he hasn’t exactly aged well. He walks in and the door shuts, he hugs me and kisses me, and I pull back a little. Dan: I’ve missed you so much! Me: I missed you too, but I cant…. Dan: I know, but you would have just talked all night Me: did you really steal from your work Dan: yeah, I had to, what else could I do. I had to see you Me: Dan: give me a hug! Dan steps in gives me a hug, as his arms wrap around me, he pulls himself in close and lingers, as he slightly pulls back and say’s I’ve missed you so much and leans in and kisses me. He sits down on the bed and taps beside him, come sit down! I hesitate and he grabs my hand and pulls me to him. He is sitting on the edge of the bed, and he pulls me to where I am standing directly in front of him, he then puts his hands behind me, on my butt and pulls me in and hugs me, with his face right next to my dick. He slowly turns his face to where his face is directly on my cock with nothing but a thin pair of shorts between us as he takes in a deep breath. He then lays back on the bed holding onto my hands pulling me on top of him, he puts both of his hands behind my knees pulling my legs to his side, so I am straddling him. Dan: this feels so good Me: I thought we were just going to be friends tonight Dan pulls himself up close to me and puts his right arm around me and twists to the left rolling over on top of me between my legs. Dan: you said we could hug and kiss As he leans over and starts to kiss me, shoving his tongue down my throat, for a second I kiss him back but then reality awakens me as I push him back. He pulls back and smiles. He then leans down and kisses me more forceful this time, again I kiss him for a second, but then stop, but he doesn’t. He starts kissing my neck and with his right hand he moves it below my left knee, pulling my knee up as he starts grinding on me. I feel his cock getting harder and pushing through his pants and pressing up against me. Completely out of my control, my cock starts getting hard, but I still try and stop him. Me: hold on dan Me: Dan! Hold on a second Dan just moans and keeps kissing me and grinding more forcibly. Me: Dan STOP! Dan gets up and with both hands pulls my shorts off, I try to stop but it happens so fast I didn’t even see it coming, he unbuttons his pants right in front of me as I am laying there on the bed. Me: Dan we need to stop now Dan: it’s ok, I promise, I will keep my underwear on, I just want to blow you like I did before. Me: Please, we need to stop Dan pulls his pants down and is standing there in his dirty white underwear, he drops to his knees and takes my cock in his mouth. I gasp for air, it feels so good, I am convincing myself that I will let him blow me and that’s all. It feels so good, my hips start to move. That movement you feel when you know the other person really wants it, I couldn’t control it. Then I feel his finger pushing inside of me, he must have had lube in his pocket, but he is pouring lube inside of me pushing more and more into me with his fingers, he goes from one finger to two to 3. I actually start to moan, then I feel him mouth leave my cock and go to my stomach, my chest my neck, my mouth and I kiss him back. Then I feel him pushing his bare cock towards me, I turn my head and say “NO!” Me: we can’t do that, ok? Dan: its ok baby, its ok As he keeps pushing it towards my lubed-up hole but I am blocking him. Then dan puts his hands around both of my wrists and holds them down as he continues to try and push his cock in me. Me: Dan, stop! We can’t to this. Not like this, we have to use a condom stop! Dan: its ok babe, I know you want this Dan removes his right hand from my wrist and puts it behind my knee pulling my knee up towards me giving him better access, with my free hand I try to stop him so he takes his left hand and puts it on my throat, with one hand holding my knee up and the other directly on my throat, leaving all of his wait pushing down on my throat, it’s hard to speak or even breath. Then I feel it, his bare cock is pushing in me, with one more push, his hard bare cock is about 1/3 of the way in me. He then removes his hands from my leg and throat and collapses on me and starts to kiss me. Dan: You feel so fucking good! I knew you wanted this As he starts taking slow strokes getting deeper and deeper. as he continues to speak under his breath with every stroke Dan: It's ok babe Dan: You know you want it, i know you really want this His breathing is getting heavier and heavier Dan: You know you fucking want this I am lying there in shock at what is happening, but at the same time this is the first time I have ever had anything inside of me, ever! So, I am also feeling this feeling. Dan keeps going harder and harder and getting deeper and deeper until he finally gets his entire bare cock buried inside of me, he then looks me right in the eye and kisses me and says Dan: you feel so good! I am already about to cum Me: dan, don’t cum inside of me please. I’m not ready Dan: It’s ok baby! I love you, I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t love you. This is the only way As he starts fucking me again, I try to push him back, but he just grabs my wrists again holding me down and fucks me even harder until he takes one last thrust that makes me grunt, and then I feel his cock exploding inside of me. Dan: fuck! i'm cumming baby, i'm cumming I just lay there feeling his huge cock pumping over and over again pouring his poz load inside of me. He collapses on top me and I hear him say “I love you baby” as he rolls off to the side and lays there trying to catch his breath. I am just lying there, and what is kind of funny is that I’m not thinking about his poz load inside of me. I just keep thinking “was I just raped”. I honestly don’t know. I feel like I was saying no, and tried to stop him, but at the same time he was saying stuff like “I love you and I miss you”. And, I was rock hard and my clock exploded too. Do you cum if you’re actually getting raped? I honestly didn't know if this was actual rape. I laid there thinking that for about 20 minutes before it dawns on me that his toxic load is still inside of me. I get out bed without waking him up and go sit on the toilet for 30 minutes hoping it will just all come out of me. This is when I realize what has just happened. There is no going back now, everything he wanted he may have just got, everything I have ever wanted I may have just lost. I went and laid back down, trying to sleep, but that wasn’t possible. A couple hours later he woke up and went to the bathroom, I tried to pretend like I was sleeping, but I hear him walk out of the bathroom and comes lays back in bed beside me. He lays right next to me, and I continue to pretend to be sleeping, as he starts kissing my neck and then he starts rubbing my cock again. I just lay there as he continues on, but soon my cock starts to get hard, and I hear him say “there you are” I kind of moan from pleasure and move my hips as he starts to kiss me, shoving his tongue down my throat. It feels so good, I kiss him back and he climbs on top of me, between my legs, I feel his cock getting hard and rubbing against me and he is grinding his rock hard cock up against me. Dan: I fucking want you Me: Mhmmm Dan: do you want me Me: (I open my eyes, no longer pretending to be asleep and look him in the eyes. Here I am in my thirties, in my prime, with a $100k car in the parking lot, and here he is, old, sickly, doesn’t even have $20 dollars to his name, and he wants to own me, he wants me to give him everything I have and how do I respond, I bite my lower lip, looking him in the eyes and shake my head yes, yes I want you. You can have me, you can have everything!) Dan: (smiles) tell me Me: I want you Dan: No, I need to hear it all. Do you want me to fuck you raw, do you want us to be one Me: yes, I want you to fuck me raw Dan: you want me to cum inside of you, my toxic poz load inside of you Dan: you can’t go back to your old life now, you will be mine. Is that what you want? Me: yes, I want you so badly Dan: (Grins so big) Dan: If you want us to be married, grab my bare cock and slide it in you I do as i'm told, looking him in the eyes the entire time, I reach down between his legs and grab his bare cock and aim it towards my hole. As I am doing this dan looks me in the eyes and says: Dan: be careful here, if you do this, I am going to poz you. You can’t go back to your wife, if you try to run, I will find you and ruin you. If you put my cock inside you, we are together forever and if you even think about leaving me, I will ruin you! Im laying there with his huge bare cock in my hand aiming it directly towards my hole and I hear him say all this and I realize that he isn’t going to force himself on me this time, its my decision and it's totally up to me. If I do it, I have to leave my wife and essentially be married to him, or he is going to ruin me. He is giving me an out. He is letting me stop and say goodbye to him. He always thought if he got the chance to fuck me, that I would be the one to give it all up for him, and now he is giving me the option to stop it and let him go or to choose a life with him. It is all running through my mind, what do I do? I know what i have to do, i look him right in the eye: Me: I do! Me: Your load has the power to make us one. I don't want you to use a condom, I don't want you to pull out. If you infect me now, I will be yours forever. Dan smiled really big - everything he had wanted for 12 years was about to be his Dan: This is our wedding, you're mine now He then stuck his finger in my ass and started fingering me without lube and doing it very rough, I could feel his fingernails scratching my inside. I clenched up and grunted from the pain, but he didn’t stop, he just went harder and harder. When he finally finished, he pulled out his finger which was covered in blood. Dan: there is no chance you won’t get infected now, you ready? I reached down and grabbed his cock and aimed it towards my hole. I was his.

Part 2: Talking in your sleep -Hunter: Ian sat next to me in the car and before starting it, I gave him his bag; thankfully his phone had stopped talking but I felt uncomfortable; it was time to face reality, in a way or another. 'I hear the secrets that you keep, when you're talking in your sleep'. My favourite radio station seemed to read my mind, I loved 80s music and currently playing song was saying those exact words. Weird things were happening to me lately, music interacting with my thoughts and in some circumstances I heard a voice suggesting or reminding me something! Ian said I should go to see a therapist for this, but I have always thought it's only stress and never considered that advice. "These lyrics are appropriate", I joked towards him. "You're an expert in that subject!" "I never talk while sleeping", he remarked. "If someone does that, it's you! Don't make me repeat what you say in bed." Hit and sunk! "You are a pot calling the kettle black!" I exclaimed trying to hide my own embarrassment. "Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself! Just to mention a song; Eric Clapton, to be more specific." My effort to bring conversation back to songs had poorly failed and I could feel his unusual discomfort; music was his favourite subject to talk about, but clearly not in this case. "Hunter, turn music off! We have to talk, isn't it? Come on, don't leave me hanging, you asshole!" "Well my guy, how to say it..." "Tell me with your own words, what's the fucking matter? You found someone else? You're fed up of me? You're... No, Hunter, don't tell me you went off meds!" "Are you kidding? Off meds, who do you think I am?" My boyfriend did no longer talk and I hadn't alternatives except calling things with their own names: "I take care of your privacy and health, but other men from Internet don't give a damn about it. ...And about you." "You are thinking ill of me, there's no one else in my life! You're the only..." "Most clean looking people are the dirtiest inside", I almost laughed. "Don't play your usual drama queen part because I know your secrets thanks to your speaking phone. HIV fetish included! That's the issue, as rude as I said it." Finally I managed to express it, and now that both of us were aware, it was time to see how further things would go. I could see his face turning red and he kept silent till we entered his bedroom with no one of us able to take the first step; we just sat on the bed, with clothes on and his bag next to him. "I hate your silence", he said after a while. "I never understand if you're angry or what." "And I can't take yours any more! Listen, baby", I cleared my throat and touched his knee. "If you trust me as you say, why did you let a fucking machine talk to me in your place? I don't buy the story about your forgotten wallet. You have left that bag and unlocked phone at my house on purpose! Say it!" I caught him red handed, it was obvious but I knew he'd never admit the truth. "Well, given that you deny the evidence, you're getting what you deserve. Show me you're worthy of my virus!" "But you always say you would never do that..." I took my clothes off and guided his hand to my still soft dick. "Tonight you're not allowed to cum, that'll teach you to poz talk with my gifter without letting me join in! Now strip and kneel down, little fucker, get me hard!" He complished, and meanwhile I turned both his phones completely off; he was totally in my control now! I have never been dominant towards this guy but discovering his kinks somehow clicked a switch in me: time was up, our boring sex life had finally come to an end! "Suck me, Ian", I ordered. "Imagine it's my gifter's charged dick you're taking. Show me how hungry for HIV you are!" He assaulted me with his lips, kissing and licking my dick and balls while I took control of his head; "little neg cunt, you long for my HIV don't you?" He sucked till My shaft grew in his mouth, so I teased him again. "Feel the taste, don't waste a drop of viral fluid!" Ian tried to push me out to say something and I just kept his head in place: "my gift must be deserved, don't talk! Go on, harder!" Another couple of minutes letting him enjoy my precum and suddenly I pulled him off; I did not want him to swallow my seed, not yet at least. "Have I done something wrong?" he asked. "Give me your load!" "'Give me', 'I want', these words do no longer exist from now on. Stay were you belong and show respect to your future gifter. Now climb on your bed, on all fours! Understand?" "Yes, sir! Lube is in the drawer as usual!" "I don't need it!" I spoke softly on purpose, not to be heard by him. Face down, ass up, he knew I loved that position and he expected me to rim him, but this time I wanted things to be differentt: I just started to slide up and down on his ass crack, positioning my cockhead at his entrance. "You're just an empty box", I degraded him. "A worthless negative hole with no energy left." "Fuck me now", he begged while I continued to tease his ass. "Gift me, Hunter!" I slowly approached his hole again and he didn't move. "You're just made for dirty chat, Ian! You're too scared to go all the way!" "Breed me, poz me up good", he implored once more. "Change my life forever!" His words hit me, as sharp arrows; it looked like he was freeing a long time caged animal from inside him. "Blah, blah, blah, that's all you can do!" I challenged him. "If you really intend to chase, push this unmedicated fuck tool into you!"

Thanks for your patience, guys. Here's the final chapter. Chapter 3. I guided Jason’s raw cock into my boy’s cummy hole, wet with Tom’s load. My boy rested his head against my chest and grasped my shoulders as Jason jackhammered inside him. He was so turned on that he didn’t last long. It was so hot feeling his hips rock forward as he drained his load deep into my boy’s guts. My boy kissed me as Jason pulled back. I felt a glop of cum seep out of his ass and land on my shoe. Tom tapped me on the shoulder and held up two fresh glasses of beer with a grin. Jason pulled all the way out with a loud ‘plop’ that I could hear over the booming music. My boy rearranged his pants under the shirt around his waist. I had thought the beers were for him and me, but he handed them to our boyfriends who made their way back to our table. My dick was so hard it strained my own pants. Tom started dancing with me, with his hands around my neck. He asked if me and my boy had been open to him getting railed by other guys for long, and I replied, ‘well, barely.’ He made some dumb pun about ‘bare,’ and I said we needed to talk about that further. I was surprisingly turned on to see my boy getting fucked, especially up close, but nervous about their loads mixing inside him. I knew the risks of playing bareback. Tom kept talking dirty about how much fun raw play with a lot of guys can be. He told me that he loved sharing his twinky boyfriend, Jason, with pals, always bareback. He gestured over to the bar where our sweaty shirtless boyfriends were openly flirting with Charlie, the muscled bouncer, and Mike, the hunky bartender. Tom stood behind me, grinding his crotch against my butt, and whispered to me that it looked like they’d like to breed my boy too. As I watched these sexy men openly seducing my boy, who was presently dripping now three loads of fresh cum, I leaned back against Tom’s broad chest. I could feel him getting hard behind me. He licked my ear as he told me that he tried to get Mike and Charlie’s loads into my boy before he went off to school, but he was too much of a prude then. That made me moan. ‘Thanks for getting him used to taking cum.’ He continued, ‘I got my pals’ raw cocks into Jason as soon as your boy went off to school. We’ve been sharing and breeding him ever since.’ I just moaned as I felt myself leaking precum. I watched as Charlie spun my boy around and stuck his hand down his pants, clearly playing with my boy’s cummy hole. The four of them made their way to the dance floor where Tom was now playing with my nipples as I leaned into his chest for support. Charlie looked at Tom with mock anger and said, ‘We can’t have guys fucking on the dance floor. We might get shut down. I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you all to leave. My boy and Jason protested, but Tom just winked. ‘How about we take this party outside?’ Jason grinned as Charlie led my boy out of the back door. We followed into a filthy alley. Within seconds, Mike and Charlie had my boy pushed over a trashcan and his pants pulled down to his ankles. These two built men fished their impressive cocks out. Jason got on his knees and swallowed Mike’s respectable six-inch uncut tool. Charlie slapped his longer but thinner cock against my boy’s asscrack and demanded that he ‘push some out.’ Charlie used the loads seeping out of him to lube up his raw cock and then sank it balls deep into my boy. I look on as Tom eased my pants down and lined up his cummy dick with my hole. I knew he was leaking precum right onto my hole, and I couldn’t help but push back on it. His bare cockhead simply slipped into me. I rocked back and forth on it as Charlie picked up his pace then pulled out to give Mike a turn. They switched places and Jason eagerly sucked Charlie’s shiny dick, slick with juices. As Jason pulled Charlie’s cock out of his mouth to admire it, I saw the biohazard tattoo right in his groin. I had missed it earlier and, to be honest, I knew what it meant, and it freaked me out. I didn’t know if my boy had seen it. Tom felt my hole clamp down onto his raw cock and he wrapped his arm around my chest. It felt like he was comforting me, but also like he wasn’t going to let me get away, not that I was sure I wanted to. Mike and Charlie took turns railing my boy’s raw hole, and they both emptied their balls deep inside him. Jason ate my boy’s ass, slobbering fresh seed all over his chin. Tom’s hips rocked into my ass and he came deep inside me. I couldn’t feel him cum, but I did sense how much wetter he’d left my hole. He pulled out and placed me face down on the trashcan next to my boy. We made out as Jason cleaned out our cummy holes as best as his tongue allowed. Mike and Charlie said their thanks and that they’d hope to see us the next time we were in town. We were exhausted and both filled with cum. Tom and Jason scooped us up and walked us to his car. On the ride home, my boy and Jason cuddled in the back seat. I sat in front, with Tom’s big hand on my thigh. He told me that he, Mike, and Charlie regularly shared their boys with one another, and with some other raw pals. He’d offered my boy to them and it freaked him out. They’d kept up the conversation all semester. While my boy might not have planned it, he was into it when it happened. I was thinking the night ended there, but when we got back to my boy’s house, Tom and Jason invited themselves in for a nightcap. We tiptoed and whispered our way the living room. My boy went to get some beer from the kitchen. Tom and Jason sat on the sofa and asked me to join them. They were both groping my crotch and thighs when my boy came back, naked, with a tray with several cans of beer. I noticed he’d brought five cans instead of four. Just as I was going to ask why, my boy sat down on Tom’s lap and gestured for me to climb onto Jason’s lap. We did and the four of us made out, undressing as quietly as possible as my boy eased his hole along Tom’s raw cock. I paused to grab a beer and catch a breath just as I saw my boy’s dad, clad only in an open bathrobe, stepping into the room from the shadowed hall. I saw my future father-in-law’s cock at full attention peeking out of his robe. He winked at Tom and sat in a chair. Jason went right over and sat on his lap grinding his bare hole on his exposed dick. Tom grinned at me and simply said, ‘see, I told you I like sharing my boys.’ THE END.

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

Fuck, this is perfet. I need more of this story. And I need to meet that dealer.

Converted in March 2017 during a trip to the US. I'm guessing it happened that one night I took 11 poz loads (pic of me squirting out what was left of the loads the next morning below) ....but then who knows, it could have happened any night that trip. Sure was a fun trip Came down with the fuck flu early April and knew I had to be poz. Test in April confirmed my suspicions. Detectable and not on meds.

I had been my older brother's personal cock sucker for about 18 months and I loved how he used my throat for his pleasure. He never reciprocated, but that was fine with me; just to feel his masculine domination over me was reciprocal enough. The only suggestion for improvement in our sex life was I really wanted him to fuck me and pop my cherry with his 8" man meat. It didn't interest him, maybe because getting a blow job is something that can happen between guys, but ass fucking is definitely for faggots. Now I already knew that I was a faggot, so it seemed like a natural progression for me, but not for him. During the summer that I was 18 I was extremely horny. My brother had found himself a girlfriend which not only made me jealous, but also limited the number of times he wanted to rape my throat. It seemed just as I got started on my road to cock worship, it was all slowing down. I remember I was walking around downtown in my shorts and a t-shirt, feeling hot and horny, when all of a sudden I saw this gorgeous man. No, definitely not a boy, but a man in his late 30's or maybe 40. He was walking towards me and my heart started to pound in my chest and my 7" dick started to stiffen. He stared at me, first my face, blonde hair, blue eyes, then my torso, slim hips and finally he stared at my crotch. My cock throbbed and started to leak. This all seemed to be happening in slow motion. He stood about 6' tall, dark and hairy, with a solid manly build. He had brown hair and green eyes and a 5 o'clock shadow that turned me on like crazy.( I had just started shaving, but even if I didn't I still only had peach fuzz. The only hair on my whole body was a little bit of fluff in my armpits and a small muff around my dick). He was dressed in summer pants that seemed to show off a big bulge and very muscular legs. I stopped, and he stopped beside me. He said hello. I said hello. He asked me if I had some free time. I said yes. He said that he lived nearby and would I like to got to his house for a cold drink. I said sure. We walked silently for about ten minutes until we got to his house. Part of me wanted to run away, but another part, a darker part, a part attached right to the head of my raging hard-on told me to keep going. He let me in to a cool, dark kitchen and locked the door. "How old are you?" he asked. I lied without hesitation, telling him that I was 19. I feared that if he knew how young I was he wouldn't want to continue, and I desperately needed to continue. He got this dirty, sexy smile on his face when he found out my age. In hindsight, I bet he would've had an even bigger smile if he'd known I was only 18. He groped his crotch through his trousers. Quite a handful. He stepped forward and grabbed my dick and balls through my shorts. When he felt my man-sized cock he whistled and squeezed me; it hurt and felt wonderful all at the same time, and a large drop of pre-cum started soaking my shorts. He let go and stepped back. "Strip!" It was a command. I began to shyly pull my shirt off, revealing my hairless, firm torso for his inspection. "Good. Now the shorts." I pulled my shorts off and stood naked in front of him, my over-sized dick sticking straight out in front of me. I was so turned on. I had never been naked in front of a man before, just my older brother. I really got off on being an exhibitionist for him, showing him my hard dick, my rosy little tits and my soft, muscular ass. Slowly he opened his zipper. He reached into the opening and pulled out a dick bigger and thicker than my brother's 8'x4' cock. And uncut. I gulped. This was intimidating, but so exciting. He pulled his foreskin back and exposed the beautiful knob already shiny wet with his essence. He waved it at me, and as if in a trance, I knelt down on the cool kitchen tiles and opened my mouth wide to receive my first taste of stranger's cock. So different than my brother; a very different smell, a very different taste, but so good. His musk made me whimper as he slowly inserted that large hog into my hungry throat. I think he was impressed with me because of my training with my brother, because he moaned and swore softly. "Jeeesus." I moaned back, feeling the pre-cum slicking my throat. He began to fuck my throat; me all small and hairless, naked in front of him; him all manly, fully clothed except for this massive outcrop of flesh that disappeared and re-appeared down my throat. He began to get quite a stroke going and I could recognize the signs and was preparing to receive his blessing, when he stopped and abruptly pulled out. A large trail of semen connected my bruised lips to his hard-on, which throbbed before me. I looked up at him. Had I done something wrong? Why had he stopped me? He leaned down to me and kissed me deep. Thrusting his tongue far down my throat, as far as his leaking hog had been. His stubble rubbed harshly against my pink cheek as he devoured my tongue. My cock continued to leak a huge puddle at my feet. "C'mon, baby," he said and squatted down, took me in his arms and stood up. As he did so, he smoothly shoved a thumb right up my asshole. I nearly blacked out. No one had ever touched me there, and now this beautiful stranger was opening it up as he carried me effortlessly to the bedroom, his raging cock rubbing against my asscheek. He threw me on the bed. "Watch." he said. I lay on the bed, exposed and vulnerable and watched this gorgeous man undress. First the shirt over his head, exposing his massive pecs and furry chest and flat stomach. My dick twitched and it amused him. "Yeah, you like that, don't you, boy." He tweaked my right nipple and started to suck my left. Another first for me, I almost came, but he sensed it and stopped. He stepped back again. He undid and lowered his trousers, no underwear and showed me his marble-hard ass cheeks, covered in hair. I swallowed. He turned his naked body to face me. His legs were like tree trunks, knotted with great muscles that flexed through his leg hair. And then came the whole package; I had already worked his huge hog, but now everything was released. His bag was almost obscene, so big, his huge nuts hanging low. His tool throbbed gently and leaked pre cum to the floor. He smiled a wolf like grin and approached me on the bed. He leapt on me and pinned me down. I struggled for the fun of it and the excitement, but he was way stronger than me. He covered my hairlessness with his great brute's body and began necking with me again, raping my throat with his tongue while rubbing his meat up and down mine. He finally broke the kiss and straddled my face and shoved his cock deep down my throat. I loved every inch of it. He spat in his hand and without missing a stroke into my mouth, he twisted slightly and began to roughly jerk my teen cock. I had never been so hard in my life. My cock was like an iron bar. So was his. He eased out of my mouth and started to kiss me some more, slowly working his way down my smooth, boy-muscled body. He worked my tits, licking and sucking, taking me to heights of ecstasy, but never too close. He then attacked my rigid boy dick, standing bravely at full mast, he enveloped it in one smooth descent, breathing hot air on it as he went. Oh, god, he was good. I was so hard by this point that I think I was too excited to come, which had never happened before, but the timing was good, because I was desperate to see where this would all lead. He moved to my hairless sac and licked and sucked my bloated balls. And then he lifted me easily up and attacked my hairless boy hole with his big, muscular tongue. That really did it to me. I thought the tit-work was the best, but I was wrong. I never wanted him to stop teasing my sensitive virgin asshole. Spreading it with his sloppy wet tongue, holding me firmly in place while he got me ready. I don't know how long he kept at me, licking, snuffling, blowing up my shit chute and basically making me putty in his large hands. He pulled his face away and instantly jammed two fingers in my boy cunt. He came up to kiss me again and for the first time I tasted my own juices on another man's tongue. I surrendered completely. he felt it in my asshole and inserted another long thick finger. I moaned around his tongue. He stopped kissing long enough to breathe heavily in my ear. "You want my man cock in your little boy cunt, don't you. You want to feel me deep inside you. You want me to fill you up with cum and use you." "Yes. Yessir." I whispered back. He pulled away and towered over me as I lay naked and sweaty on the bed. He grinned wickedly, devouring me with his eyes. Roughly, he lifted my tail in the air and spat right on my hole. It felt so dirty and so right. I wiggled my pussy for him and his grin got even bigger. "You like that, don't you, you little slut. Well wait til you feel my hard dick rip your ass apart." He spat on his cockhead and rubbed it until it shone with spit and pre-cum. He casually shafted his cock with one hand and began to slap my ass with the other. Bliss. Sure it hurt, but not too bad, and it was making my cock twitch and bounce wildly. He looked me right in the eye and said, "Here goes your cherry, little boy. You better hang on tight." I gripped the headboard as I felt something blunt and wet nudging against my slick pussy. It felt wonderful, but briefly the thought ran through my mind that his cock was huge and it was going to split me in two. And then he pushed. His big naked man meat forced it's way in to my tight tight tunnel. "Push out!" he commanded. I did and he slid more of his naked flesh deep into my virgin ass. I cried out at the intrusion, so big, so foreign. He leaned down over me and gave me his thumb to suck on while he continued his assault. I sucked frantically, pushing out, my asshole clutching wildly at his huge monster as he broke me open. I sat up a bit, just enough to see his veiny shaft disappear into my smooth pussy. He groaned and laid his whole weight upon me. He was in. I was his. Our sweat intermingled as his hog leaked juice into my teenage ass. He replaced the thumb in my mouth with his tongue once more. We lay still, him letting my ravaged flesh accomodate to the girth of his tool. I could feel his pulse on my chest and from his throbbing cock in my ass, and even though the pain was intense, I knew I was hooked. I was a bottom pussy boy faggot. I wanted him to fuck me forever. And then he really started fucking me. Another new sensation, friction from his enormous log as he very slowly withdrew until I almost felt empty and then he speared me again. He repeated this movement over and over, lifting his hairy body up above me to get better leverage. The more he fucked, the harder he gave it to me. My cock was slapping against my flat stomach sharply with each thrust, and I began to feel the burn of pleasure deep within. His bull balls began to slap against my ass cheeks adding to the growing slurping noises that his leaking cock made as he ploughed my wet trench. He slam fucked me, punishing me with his dick. I wanted it as hard as he could deliver. I began urging him on, "Fuck me. Fuck my virgin ass. Tear me up. Split me in two, you bastard." To hear me swear really got him going and he began to rock so hard that his cock bounced right out of my ass with a wet suction sound. Before I could even gasp at the sudden emptiness, he grabbed me in his arms, picked me up facing him and impaled me to the root on his thick, leaking tool. He began to throw me in the air and let gravity slam me down again and again on his prong. I was so wet with sweat, my pre-cum in front, his all over my ass that I was on the point of out of body experience when he started in with more urgency."Take my 9 incher you little queer. Take my man cock up your sloppy loose cumhole, boy. You like that? I bet you'd like to get fucked by two guys, eh? Take turns raping your pussy? Or more? How about a big black man fucking you. I got a buddy with ten and a half inches and boy would he like to cream your insides. Eh? Oh, yeah, we'll work you over pussy, we'll flood your punk ass. Get ready for it, baby, I'm gonna flood your hole. You fucking slut. Take it. Take all my load!" And even though I hardly knew which way was up I could feel his cock swelling to even greater proportions and my ass enlarging to fit this obscenely huge dick. He jammed me down so hard onto his cock I thought it was going to emerge from my mouth, and he bellowed, "Here's my seed, you little slut!" and I could feel him twitch and throb and pulse inside my hole as he bred me. I was his little teen bitch and he was breeding me with his horse cock. I began to shoot without even touching myself. He crushed me to his powerful chest as he unloaded in me spurt after spurt and I shot a huge load ever all over his hairy torso. We collapsed on the bed. he let me milk all of his sperm with my new-found talented ass muscles and when he finally slipped out he held me gently and told me that I had to clean my daddy up with my tongue, that's what boys do. As I felt his enormous cum load leak out of my used cunt, I licked his big cock clean, savouring our mingles juices and knowing that I was born to be a fuck toy; his fuck toy sure, or any sexy stranger that wanted to use me.