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Went over my fuck buddys house , was shaved smooth , little bit of makeup .. he asked if a friend comes by .. no prob I say , as a good sissy cum dump no load is refused . he comes In and starts kissing and sucking on my nips , rubbing and massaging me .. I was loving it .. my fuck buddy jams his cock in my mouth and begins to throat me .. his buddy , lifts my legs and with no lube jams his 7.5 and thick cock in my hole .. it hurt but I loved being used like the hoe I am .. it seems like in about 8 pumps I can feel him throb and the wet feeling is all over .. my fuck buddy and him swap places and his 8incher in now in my cum slick fuck tunnel .. he hammers my sissy ass and dumps his load in no time .. I am now gushing cum and it’s amazing .. the buddy is rubbing my tits and rock hard .. so I climb on him and ride .. and soon he busts again and I am loving it locked and cum as he is deep in me .. I am now a sloppy cum dump .. I need more

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.

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

Part 49: The Real Will Ryder (Dom’s Perspective) I sat in my car outside of the church, debating if I was going to go inside. Several days had passed since Will and I had fought, me walking out and seemingly ending the relationship. At least, that's how I saw it. I hadn't been in a relationship like this before, so I couldn't tell if things were officially ended for we were just struggling through. This is why you never let yourself fall in love before, I told myself. Will had tried to call me, but I had ignored every call and deleted every message. I was too angry. I understood where Will was coming from. All his life he had been brought up within a certain life, a certain boxed-in existence. He was the perfect son, the perfect pastor, the perfect man in the eyes over everyone around him. But, so much of it was now a lie. That's what bothered me the most. I hated seeing Will living a lie. I could see it eating away at him. Even with his brother and father now aware of our secret, and now becoming a part of it, the weight of his silence was crushing not only him but me as well. While it hadn’t been easy for me growing up and coming out, I did know that Will was facing something serious. By loving me, by deciding to be with me, he would have to lose a considerable amount of his life. There was going to be a major change for him. Now, he had to decide if it was a change too great to face. A part of me felt guilty. I hadn’t given Will much of a choice when I had pozzed him. No, I hadn’t lied to him or stealthed him. I thought he understood what my biohazard tattoo meant. Hadn’t I? I had tracked Will down after having first seen him at the gym, but I hadn’t done it with the purpose of pozzing an unwilling and ignorant man. Right? These questions had haunted me since our fight. I couldn’t help but question if I had trapped Will on purpose. I had never expected to fall in love with him, but I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe I had forced him into the world of poz fucking. Maybe he wouldn’t have ever fucked a man if I hadn’t come along. Mostly every man in our group said I was the one to push them over the edge, to bring out their inner toxic truth. Had I brought that out in Will, or had I put it there, almost forcing it on him? Had I, as odd as it sounded, willed my will on Will? Had I, a dom, created in him a person that didn’t really exist? I left my car and entered the church, moving around the people until I found Pastor Kline. “I’m glad you’re here,” Pastor Kline said. “I don’t want to be,” I told him. “You know Will and I aren’t—” “I know,” he said. “But it’s important for you to be here. Trust me.” Though reluctant, I nodded and entered the sanctuary, taking a seat in the back. The service started, but I didn’t listen. I never did, but I showed up for Will. That’s the only reason I ever showed up. I was there for him. A part of me felt bad that I hadn’t been there for him as he struggled with the fear that haunted him. I wished everything had gone down differently, but I also knew I couldn’t continue living my life with a man who was ashamed of who he was. Because, even with all my confusion and second-guessing, I knew deep down that Will had to truly be the man I had fallen in love with. Before I knew it, the service was coming to a close. Will stood up and crossed to the podium. “Hello, everyone,” he said, looking out over the crowd. I saw his eyes scan the room, stopping once he saw me. “Thank you for being here.” I couldn’t be positive, but something told me that he wasn’t talking to everyone when he said that. “The reason I’m closing the service today,” Will started, “is because I need to speak to you all. There is something I need to get off my chest, and I need to do it today.” What the fuck is he doing? “I’m up here to let you know that I will be stepping down from my position,” he said. Murmurs filled the room, everyone clearly shocked by the news. “The reason I’m leaving is why I’m up here. I couldn’t continue living my life without finally making it known. You see, a few months ago, though it’s felt almost as if it’s been nearly two years, I met someone who changed my life. I won’t say just how much I’ve changed, because it isn’t really your business.” I could tell that some in the room were uneasy, Will creating tension. “What you need to know is that I met someone who changed my life. It was scary at first, but it then became the best thing to ever happen to me. My eyes were opened, and I discovered who I really am. At first, I was scared to say anything, to acknowledge this, but I’ve decided I can’t keep living a lie. So, not only am I leaving, but I’m also announcing that I’m engaged.” The room was filled with whispers, voices overlapping and making a chaotic storm. I saw the women who had pushed their daughters on Will nearly jump out of their seats. “Yes, I am engaged,” Will said. “And yes, I’m engaged to someone in this room. I’m proud to announce that William Ryder is engaged to be married to Dominic Moore.” The whispers ended. The room was silent. There was an electric charge in the air. Everyone, including me, held their breaths. “That’s right,” Will said. “I’m engaged to a man because I am gay. I didn’t know this, or, at least, I didn’t acknowledge this, until I met Dom. Since then, I’ve kept this piece of my life a secret. And while I’m sure many if not all of you will try to tell me otherwise, I do love him, and I’m making the choice to proudly say that I’m in love with Dominic Moore and want him to be my husband… if he’ll still have me.” I felt some eyes turning toward me. The room was still silent, though I felt it wouldn’t be for long. I stood up, the eyes of the congregation either on me or Will. Never had I felt so afraid. I now understood a bit of the fear Will had been feeling. I looked at Will, ignoring everyone else in the room and nodded. “I love you,” I told him. The silence ended. It was a rush of chaos, the room erupting around us. Some people screamed out, others stormed out of the room or tried to rush at Will. I fought my way to the front, pushing people to the side, making my way to my fiancé. Never had I seen so much anger in one room, though, within the furious faces, I did see some smiling as they watched me fight my way to the man I loved. “I think you two should get out of here,” Pastor Kline told us, nodding to a side door. “Good idea,” Will said, grabbing my hand and pulling me through the crowd which was circling around us. I tried to block out the madness, but it was becoming overwhelming. I held Will’s hand tight, letting him guide me through the door, down a hall, and out a side exit to the parking lot. Even outside, I could hear the commotion inside. “Well, that was fun,” Will said, walking in a tight circle. I could see his hands shaking, his face flushed red. "Are you alright?" I asked. "Yeah, I'm good," he said. “We should probably get out of here.” “My car is over there,” I told him. “It’s on the other side of the lot.” “Leave it,” he told me. “We’ll come back for it once there isn’t an angry mob ready to attack us.” “Sounds good,” I said, following him to his car. We sat in silence as he drove us away from the church and to my apartment. Something told me that I wouldn't be setting foot in that church again, and I was relieved. My mind was replaying Will’s speech and the insanity that had followed. Though I knew the reaction everyone would have once they heard about Will and me, I suppose I had expected to never see in person what the drama would actually look like. “I’m sorry.” Will looked over at me. “For what?” “For making you do that,” I said. “I don’t know why, but I guess I just thought—” “You didn’t make me do anything, Dom,” he said. “I chose to come out like that. For years I stood up there and spoke what everyone else wanted to hear. For the first time, I said what I wanted to say. I don’t regret it.” “You’re sure?” Will nodded. “And, it’s not like I can really take it all back now.” “But you’re sure?” I asked. “Not just about coming out. You’re sure about us? You’re sure about loving me and wanting this life?” “Of course,” he said. “Why? Are you now questioning it? Dom, if you backtrack on me, I swear to God—” “I’m not backtracking,” I told him. “It’s just, after everything you said at Wade’s, I’ve been worried that maybe I forced you into this.” “Dom, I want to get married to you.” “I mean forcing you into… all of this,” I said, trying to figure out how to explain the fear I now had inside. “You know I didn’t mean to poz you, right? I didn’t do it thinking you didn’t know.” “I know,” he said. “And me coming to your church, even though I did pursue you, I wasn’t trying to turn a straight man gay.” “You didn’t,” Will said. “You brought out the real me. That’s what you did. You brought out the Will Ryder that’s been hiding away, waiting for someone to really see him… and poz him.” I smiled, feeling a major weight lifting off my shoulders. “Is that why you didn’t call me back?” he asked. “Well, that, and I was angry with you.” “And now?” “I just ran out of the church with you,” I reminded him. “I love you.” “I love you,” he said back. We got to my apartment and raced upstairs, Will and I practically ripping each other’s clothes off the whole way. “You ready to fuck an out-of-the-closet gay man?” Will asked, pulling off his pants, revealing nothing but a jockstrap beneath: the jockstrap I had made him wear the first time we had fucked. “I’ve been waiting for what feels like forever,” I told him, picking up the tie he had dropped on the floor with his dress shirt. I wrapped it around his neck and pulled him toward me, guiding him back to the bedroom. “It’s been too long since I’ve fucked your ass.” “It’s all yours, Dom,” he said. “I’m all yours.” I picked him up and threw him on the bed, admiring Will who was looking up at me with a crazed hunger in his eyes. In him, I saw something I hadn’t seen before. It was almost like a fierce animal was inside him, waiting for me to unleash him. Somehow, I just knew this same intensity exited within me, and I knew Will had seen it before. “Arms over your head,” I told him, climbing onto the bed, mounting him. I took his tie and wrapped it around his wrists, binding them tight together. Once secure, I ran my hands down his arms, feeling his muscles. I stopped on his furry pits, my thumbs moving over his chest and rubbing his nipples. “Oh, fuck,” Will moaned, squirming beneath me. “That’s the idea,” I told him. I moved my hands to his chest and ran my fingers through his chest hair, making sure to stop on his tattoo. I pressed down, feeling his beating heart beneath. I remained on this spot, looking deep into Will’s eyes. “You are the man I want more than anything.” “You are the man I want more than anything,” he said back, never breaking eye contact. I moved down the bed, my hands running down his stomach, stopping on his groin where I massaged his hard cock. I admired the stains, the marks I had made and the marks he had added to the fabric. It was a combination of us both. I had worn it with pride as I fucked and converted men. Now, I was passing it on to Will, the man who would continue what I had started. I pressed my nose into the jockstrap and breathed deep, filling my lungs with the musk that Will and I shared. I looked up at him, admiring his body, admiring the perverted pig that had found his way to me. “Are you ready?” I asked, my hands grabbing his legs and pulling them up over my shoulders. “I’m always ready for you,” he said. I leaned forward and pressed my cock against his ass, feeling it open up to me, welcoming me inside. Never had a hole felt like this. It was warm and hugged my cock, perfectly pulling me deeper inside. I watched Will’s face as he strained to take me, even after all this time. I could still fill him beyond his limits. I'd always be just big enough to cause resistance, to cause his body to ache. I'd create within him a pain he'd relish. I'd create within him a desire he'd always seek to quench. I fucked his hole, my cock reaching for depths inside his body that no one, not even I, had reached. I created a rhythm, fucking his hole the way he liked it, the way that pressed into his prostate, the way that made his body flushed and caused him to shake with pleasure. I knew this man’s body. I knew what he liked, but I also knew there was so much more for us to discover. There was so much more he and I could do to each other, and I couldn't wait to explore. I leaned forward, my hands reaching up and wrapping around the tie binding his hands. My chest fell on his, our breathing labored as I kept myself deep inside his body while still fucking him. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh fuck,” Will moaned, his body moving beneath me, his pelvis rubbing against my stomach, his cock slipping out the top and leaking precum over our bodies. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” “I won’t stop,” I told him, pressing my body into his, feeling him as if for the first time. “I’ll never stop.” I kissed him, both of us exploring the other, tasting the other, knowing the other in every way. Our bodies were slick with sweat and precum. Our breathing was quick, our moans and cries growing louder and louder as we rose to our shared climax. In this moment, as we opened ourselves to the other, as we gave ourselves over, I felt as if I was seeing God. I was experiencing a lusting love that I couldn't explain. “I’m cumming,” Will cried, his whole body shaking, every muscle working to ensure the largest orgasm he had ever had. His cum shot up between our bodies, coating us in his toxic jizz. I could feel his hole tightening around my cock, milking me. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned, my body shaking, my strength depleted as I erupted inside Will’s body. My cock kicked, shooting several ropes of burning cum deep within his guts. I collapsed on top of Will, unable to do anything but gasp for air and ride out the orgasm which was still filling my body with the greatest burning pleasure I had ever known. We remained locked in this pleasure, our bodies taking in the intensity only two men could create. I breathed deep, smelling our sweat and cum and sex. I closed my eyes and felt Will's warm skin against my own. I felt his muscles moving, his chest rising and falling as he started to reach his afterglow. I managed to push myself up, looking down at Will who was staring up at me with a huge smile on his face. "What?" I asked. "Nothing," he told me. "I've just never been this happy." I leaned forward and kissed him. __________________________________________________________________________________ I think there is one more chapter to go before I end this story (or provide a temporary end). There may be a few loose ends, but nothing major. If there is something you still want to see, comment below. Let me know. I'm sure I'm forgetting stuff. Until Part 50, keep cumming.

Part 48: The Parting of the Ways (Will’s Perspective) “Keep going,” Peter cried, eyes tightly closed, sweat dripping down his face. His hands were gripping the sheets beneath him, knuckles white, veins popping out. “You sure?” I asked him, my heart racing, concerned about the apparent pain on his face. “Fucking yeah, I’m sure!” he said. My arm was deep inside Peter’s hole. At least, I thought it was deep inside, having only fisted a few times before. My arm was almost up to my elbow, Peter’s hole loose but still hugging my arm, almost pulling me in further. “He’ll tell you when to stop,” Dom said, his own arm deep inside Doctor Wade’s hole. “Don’t worry,” Wade said, reaching over and patting Peter’s stomach, “Peter and I have been training his hole for a few weeks now. This little piggy can take it.” “I doubt he can take as much as you can,” I told him, watching as Dom’s bicep entered Wade’s hole, stretching his ass more than I thought possible. “He’ll get there one day,” Wade said, looking at Peter. “Won’t you, piggy?” Peter snorted like a pig, smiling at me. “Come on, Will. Open this pig’s hole. Stretch my guts!” I moved my hand deeper inside his body, watching as his stomach bulged.” “That’s it,” Dom said, reaching over with his free hand and patting the skin where my hand was pressing through. “Look at that stomach move. Isn’t that a beautiful sight?” “Fuck, yeah it is!” Peter said, resting his own hands on his stomach, feeling my hand move within him. “Fuck, I love having your hand deep inside me.” I tried to push more inside, but Peter’s body jerked, his eyes growing wide as he gasped. “But, maybe, not any deeper inside right now.” “Don’t worry, babe,” Wade said to Peter, “Give me enough time, and I’ll have my arm so deep inside you, I’ll be able to hold your heart in my hand.” “That’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me,” Peter said, trying to roll closer to Wade to kiss him. With my arm inside his ass, he couldn’t move far, leaving his kiss unfulfilled. “So, are you two a thing now?” I asked Peter and I slowly moved my hand out of his hole, giving him time to enjoy the stretch. “I suppose we are,” Wade said, his own hand moving along his muscled body, tracking where Dom’s hand was now moving inside him. “As much as a sex-crazed poz doctor and a gay, soon-to-be-divorced, student-fucking, cum-monster can be.” “So, you’re going with Wade as he travels?” Dom asked Peter. “Sure am,” Peter said, grimacing as my wrist pulled out of his hole, creating a suction noise as a prolapse appeared bright and red out of his cunt. “Fuck!” “That’s beautiful,” Dom said, reaching over and feeling the prolapse, pulling more of it out of Peter’s body. “Go on and fuck his prolapse, babe,” he told me. I slid my dick inside the warm rose that was Peter’s insides, relishing the silky feeling. “What are you going to do for work?” “He’ll be assisting me,” Wade said. “I had to… fake some information when I hired him, but no one is going to know.” “And I think I’ll start working as a sex worker,” Peter said, his hands trying to reach down to feel his prolapse. “I’m sure there have got to be men out there who want a toxic hyperspermia cock fucking them.” “Maybe some women, too,” Dom said. Peter rolled his eyes. “I mean, if I have to, I guess I can fuck an actual cunt again. As long as it isn’t my ex-wife’s.” “Plus, since you’re sterile, no risk of becoming a father,” I told him, my heart racing, an orgasm on its way as my cock sloshed inside Peter’s guts. “Just a poz daddy,” Peter said, winking at me. “You want me to make you a poz grandpa like Dom?” “I’m expecting it,” I told him. “We both are,” Dom said, winking. “With how much you cum, we’re expecting you to poz dozens of men everywhere you go.” “And I can’t wait,” Peter said, jerking his own cock, covering himself in poz precum. “Fuck. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum!” “Fucking cum!” I growled, fucking his prolapse back inside his body, pumping my own poz cum, the cum that had transformed Peter’s body into a toxic whore, deep inside where my arm had been only minutes ago. “FUCK!” Peter cried, aiming his cock at Wade who opened his mouth, catching the ropes of cum as they shot across the bed. Wade was covered in toxic cum, his smiling face glazed. “How’s that taste?” Dom asked. “Tastes potent,” Wade said, collecting the cum and dripping it into his mouth. He looked at Peter and smiled. “Fuck, you’re incredible. “And don’t you forget it,” Peter said, finally able to lean over the bed and kiss Wade, sharing the cum. “Fuck!” Wade cried as Dom pulled his arm out of his body, his own prolapse appearing. It was looser than Peter’s and a darker red. “Want to have a go?” Dom asked Peter. “Fuck yeah!” Peter scrambled off the bed, his cock already getting hard again, ready to seed Wade’s guts. “We’re going to wash off,” Dom said, his arm around me as we left the bedroom. We’d been meeting up at Doctor Wade’s house as we didn’t want anyone to see Peter at my apartment or at Dom’s. The rumors about Peter had only grown since he seemingly disappeared. A minor investigation had started at the school he had worked at, a fear that he had been fucking minors creating a stir. We knew he hadn’t as Lewis had been 18 when they fucked. Still, everyone was panicked that Peter had committed some sort of crime. I had spoken to a police officer and members of the school board, trying my best to assure everyone that Peter could not have done any of the things he had been suspected of doing. “To your knowledge, did Mr. Flanagan have any improper contact or relationship with any of his students?” “No,” I told them. And I meant it. Lewis had wanted to be fucked, so, in my eyes, it hadn’t been improper. Of course, I knew the people I was talking to wouldn’t have seen it that way, but I didn’t care. I was speaking from what I knew to be true. I had seen Mrs. Flanagan a few times at church since Peter had left, and while she had at first been acting as if the world had ended, I noticed her attitude quickly changing. Soon, I found her almost happy. Was she happy that Peter had left? Had she, in fact, been miserable too? Maybe Peter leaving had been better for them both in the end. This got me thinking about how I was going to handle my own process of leaving. As Dom and I climbed into Wade’s shower, I admired the man who would soon become my husband. I watched his naked body as it moved, standing in awe at the fact that a man like him could ever love a man like me. “What’s wrong?” Dom asked, lathering his body. “Nothing,” I told him, taking the soap. “Here, let me get your back.” “And get my ass while you’re back there,” he said, pushing his plump butt back at me, brushing against my cock. “But don’t get any ideas.” I covered his body in the soap and then worked on myself, handing the soap to Dom so he could take care of my back. “So, what’s really wrong?” he asked, leaning close to me, whispering in my ear, his hot body pressing against me. I could feel his cock pushing against my ass, searching to burrow itself deep inside the hole which it knew to be its home. “I told you, nothing is wrong.” “And I’m telling you,” he said, shifting his hips forward, his cock slipping between my cheeks, trying to enter me, “that there’s something wrong that you’re not telling me.” I turned and looked at him, seeing that this conversation wasn’t at all playful. He knew something was wrong, and he wanted an answer. I looked down and saw his erect cock brushing against my own. Never would I have imagined standing in a shower naked with another man… at least, not outside the gym. It was crazy how much my life had changed in such a short period. “I’m just worried,” I told him. “I promise you,” Dom said, “you didn’t hurt Peter. He’s had plenty shoved up his ass, your arm isn’t going to kill him.” “Not that,” I told him. “I’m worried about… us.” “What do you mean?” I looked into Dom’s eyes, finding myself mesmerized by this incredible man. He was both strong and gentle; he was kind but also dominant. He had invaded my life and made me into the man I secretly always wanted to be. So, why was I struggling this much? “I can’t keep living like this.” “Like what?” “In secret,” I told him. “I can’t keep doing it.” “Then don’t,” he said, smiling. “Come out of the closet. Embrace who you are and what you want to be in your life. Fuck everyone who doesn’t agree with you or judges you.” “It isn’t that easy,” I told him. “Of course, it is.” “No, it isn’t,” I told him. “I’ll most likely lose my job, Dom.” “You don’t know that.” I gave him a look that clearly said, “Are you fucking kidding me?” “Fine,” he said. “They’ll fire you. So what? I can support us both for now. Then you’ll find something else you can do.” “With my degree in theology?” “Something that doesn’t need a degree, then,” Dom said, his voice no longer comforting but exhausted. “Or go back to school. Work at fucking Starbucks for all I fucking care. I just want to be with you, Will. And if living like you are right now isn’t working, and I think we both know it isn’t, then you need to do something.” “It isn’t as easy for me as it was for you,” I told him. “It wasn’t easy for me,” Dom said. “I didn’t grow up with a support system or a loving family.” “You think my family is going to be alright with this?” “You mean Zach and your mom or Jay, the man you pozzed, and your dad, the man you fucked and have most likely pozzed because your toxic cum seems to be very potent shit.” “You’re not listening to me,” I shouted, storming out of the shower, grabbing a towel. I furiously dried myself off, trying to calm myself down. “I’m scared because being with you means I’m leaving my life behind.” “Don’t forget that I’m a part of your life, too,” Dom said, following after me. His cock was no longer hard, any desire to fuck long gone. “Remember, I asked you to be my husband, and you said yes.” “I know I did,” I told him. “Is everything alright?” Wade and Peter entered into the hall, both covered in cum. “We’re fine,” I told them. “No, we’re not fine,” Dom said. He looked at me, the anger in his eyes slowly morphing into something I had never seen within him; fear and sadness. “Are you… are you saying that you don’t want to get married?” “No,” I told him. “That’s not what I’m saying.” “It sounds like you are.” “I’m not!” I shouted. “I’m just scared.” “Scared of what?” “Scared of not knowing what my life is going to be like once everyone knows who I really am.” There was silence in the hall. “Your life will have me standing next to you, holding your hand, helping you through whatever might come,” Dom said. I stared at him, my heart racing, thoughts pounding in my head. I knew he meant what he said, but I couldn’t shake the fear that was living inside my gut. I someone could reach deep inside me and remove it. “Fine,” he said. “If you’re that unsure, then I’ll make it easier for you.” Dom pushed past me and grabbed his clothes, pulling them on quickly as he headed for the door. “Dom, please, don’t go,” I called, running after him. “I’m not going to force you, Will,” he said. “I’m not going to force you to come out. I wouldn’t do that, but I’m not going to continue loving someone who is ashamed of and hiding the part of him that I love.” I watched as Dom left, unable to go after him, unable to believe that I had caused him to walk out the door. I stood frozen, trying to force myself not to break down. Wade ran after Dom, Peter staying behind. I felt dizzy, my balance off. I tried to take a step forward, but I fell. "Come on," Peter said, helping me up. He guided me back into the bedroom and sat me down. “What’s going on?” he asked. “I think Dom and I are over,” I said. “What? No way. You guys were just out here fisting us, looking lovingly into each other’s eyes. What the fuck happened in the shower?” “I told him… I told him that…” “What? That you don’t love him?” “No,” I said. “I do love him.” “Then what?” “I told him that I’m scared,” I shouted, Peter nearly falling off the bed in surprise. “I’m scared of what’s going to happen to me once I come out.” “Oh,” Peter said. “Well, believe it or not, I’m the perfect person to talk to about this particular issue.” “Really?” “Have you seriously forgotten that I used to be married?” he said, grabbing his cock and shaking it, the PA that used to be his wedding ring moving on the end of his penis. “I just didn’t think that you had been scared,” I said. “You seemed to want it so badly.” “I did want it badly,” he told me. “I wanted to break out of that life because it wasn’t really my life. It was the Peter Flanagan I’d been made into. I wasn’t allowing the inner whore that I truly am out into the world. But even when I knew I needed to come out, I was still scared. For fuck sake, I’m practically hiding away here because everyone thinks I’ve been fucking students.” “You did fuck a student.” “I’m trying to help you here,” Peter said, smiling. “Yes, you are going to lose people. You are going to have some major shifts in your life. Yes, you will need to change jobs because there is no way anyone around here is going to want a gay pastor. Maybe move to California.” “There’s an idea,” I said. “It’s going to be scary. It was for me. But just like me, you’ve got a group around you that’s going to support you all the way… and then fuck your ass and suck your cock once you’re feeling better.” I laughed. “But you have something I didn’t have,” he said. “You have a man who loves you and wants to be your husband.” “You’ve got Wade.” “Yeah, now,” Peter said. “Though don’t you fucking dare say anything about us getting married. I’ll kick your ass.” I knew Peter was right, but I also knew that I couldn’t fully shake the fear that was still inside me. ______________________________________________________________________________ Part 48 became too long, so I'm splitting it in two. I'm trying to keep sex within the story, but I am also bringing it to a close. So, expect sections with no sex and just characters. What can I say, I'm trying to pull the story together. I hope you enjoy regardless.

They were returning to the scene of the crime. The bath house where they had met. Tommy’s outfit was simple A pair of skintight blank latex shorts that showed the curve of his ass to great effect while also displaying a not inconsiderable bulge in the front. He definitely fell into the category of “Big dicked bottom” and a pair of black sneakers. He had watched Zeke’s transformation from the sharp urbane businessman to the almost demonic monster he had first met, It could not be that simple Tommy thought. A change of wardrobe, running wet fingers through his hair then letting it dry as his fingernails were painted black, How could that make a man look like he had lost 20 pounds off an already thin frame? How could that increase the menace that almost seemed to radiate from him? Tommy knew that the businessman was the disguise though. This was the true Zeke and honestly the one that excited him more. As they walked through the corridors on the way to the back room and Zeke’s “throne” Tommy submissively trailing behind his Owner. He noticed a few men of various ages but all handsome casting resentful glances at him. “My cast offs” Zeke said ln a casually cruel voice loud enough to be heard. “They all thought they could be the one to tame me. They hate me and want me to take them again at the same time, Not one of them would refuse if I so much as crooked a finger at them even though they know I would just use them and cast them aside again. They all accepted my gift but it didn’t bring the expected returns, They only got what I promised them” A glance around showed several faces with a mix of anger, shame, jealousy and hopeless desire painted across them, “They should move on” Zeke finished with the same casual uncaring tone The words disturbed Tommy “Am I going to be like them someday? Zeke stiffened and turned, his bony hands, seizing Tommy’s face not in tender reassurance but in hard painful grasp that turned his face up forcing him to look into those glittering ice blue eyes. “They got what I promised them. What did I promise you?” he growled quietly those uncomfortable feelings rising in him confusing him. “I promised to own you, to teach you. I promised your parents to protect you. Do not EVER EVEN THINK that again. All these sluts want to be mine. YOU ARE MINE!” and once again he unwillingly meant every word. Zeke resumed his walk to his throne, Tommy trailing behind directing a friendly but slightly superior smile and anyone who looked at him with envy now. Tommy was changing almost as much as Zeke As Zeke sat Tommy stood next to him, his fresh, boy next door good looks somehow enhancing Zeke’s gauntness. At one point Zeke got up to get a closer look at a fisting scene on the other side of the room. Tommy was distracted by a boy about his age being gangbanged in the a sling and didn’t follow. A young couple in their early 20s walked past the door to the backroom glancing in and spotting Tommy/ They headed right for him “Hi, I’m Scott and this is Jay and who might you be gorgeous?” The taller one said “Tommy here: Tommy replied “Nice to meet you” the shorter Jay said with a smile “Jay wants to watch me fuck someone cute and you are cute, would you be interested?” Scott asked moving his towel aside and displaying a hefty cock of about 8 inches “I tell you what” Zeke’s cold voice came from behind them, “Why don’t I fuck your boy and if he can honestly say it’s not the best fuck he ever had you can fuck mine of course he will have to take my load but I think a chance at Tommy’s pretty ass is worth the risk, don’t you?” Scott and Jay beat a hasty retreat but Tommy noticed Jay looking back with lust in his eyes at Zeke. Oddly enough he did not feel offended at being offered up as a bargaining chip or a twinge of jealousy at Zeke’s willingness ti fuck another. For some reason the naked desire in Jay’s eyes filled him with pride, “Jay will be back” Zeke said sitting back down “He will find someone for Scott to fuck and slip out while he is busy. “That will probably break them up” Tommy said and Zeke just shrugged “It won’t be the first couple I have broken up” he said Sure enough half an hour later Jay slipped into the back room walking to Zeke who sat rubbing that vein in his cock “Do you still want to fuck me?” he asked nervously “I want to infect you” Zeke said running that finger up to circle the biohazard tattoo Jay blanched but nodded Zeke told Tommy to sit on the throne, ordered Jay to suck him and keep his ass in the air and his hands on the arm rests then rubbed his cock up and down Jay’s crack finding the hole and shoving in Jay moaned around Tommy’s cock sucking like the pro he was and pushing his ass back on Zeke’s cock as the evil, gaunt looking man gripped his hips in bony fingers and plowed him, sawing in and out, roughly slamming the head into his inner walls to prepare them for the virus he would paint them with., stretching him and making him groan which felt so good around Tommy’s cock finally making him shoot down the slut’s throat, Tommy looked up as Jay swallowed his load and saw Scott standing frozen watching his man get fucked by the man who looked like death in leather, Zeke’s frenzied flurry of thrusts ended with his balls contracting and pumping venom into Jay’s hole and Jays cock spewing cum across Tommy’s legs “Oh God” Jay said “I have never been fucked that good in my life, thank you” “Well” Zeke said with a smirk ar Scott “I guess you don't get to fuck my boy” Scott stiffened and turned to leave “Wait: Zeke said “Your boy came on my boy’s legs. Get on your knees and lick it up” “What?” Scott said “Clean up your boy’s mess” Zeke commanded Jay moved aside as Scott blushing red knelt and began to lick the cum off Tommy’s legs. Tommy raising them and turning them “Make sure you get every drop of your slut’s nasty cum off me” he said and caught a glint of approval in Zeke’s eyes When Tommy’s legs were nice and clean Zeke said “Now clean this” pointing to his cock Scott opened his mouth and took Zeke in sucking and licking every inch, then rolling his balls with his tongue before sucking them in, Finally Zeke stood Scott up and bent him over the throne exactly like he had Jay and breeding him just as deep. Jay slipping under him to sit on the throne and Scott arched his back, kissing his lover. Jay’s legs got the same treatment as Tommy's when Zeke bred Scott and he shot without touching himself. Zeke and Tommy left, the two of them still kissing, dressing and leaving the bath house. Zeke drove them to his favorite all night diner and over a huge breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausage and pancakes Zeke said “I was proud of you tonight Boy. You played your part perfectly. I think we made a cuck for life tonight and I got my gift into both” “Thank you Master” Tommy said smiling and glowing with pride ****** Behind Zeke’s eyes Ezekiel mentally smirked not even having to nudge for Zeke’s feelings for his Boy to grow stronger

I was on Grindr last night and I got hit on by this married guy He was 29 6’2” 150 he said he wanted a fuck buddy He just enjoyed fucking men every so often He also said he loved it raw and liked to cum inside a guy he came over and we fucked 3 times He asked if I could make it a regular at 4 on Saturdays That is when his wife and kids go out usually Also asked if I would keep it discreet We will see if next Saturday he texts me to see if he can come over All he wants to do is fuck and breed me Fine we shall see

The year was 2011 and Zeke was 18 in his first year of college. Unlike most of his contemporaries he didn’t have to worry about money. His Grandfather, who had always treated his father with contempt had bypassed his own son and left his considerable fortune to Zeke when he died several months ago sensing a kindred spirit in the boy. Zeke’s childhood had been a torment. Not because his parents had been terrible but because they were polar opposites to him in nature. His childhood had been filled with “Peace and love of your fellow ma… Do unto others… Show your softer side…” He felt like he had grown up on a PBS kids show. Only his Grandfather had understood. It’s ok to use people’s desires to your advantage. It was perfectly fine to make promises and let others read more into your words than you said. You keep your word. That was always very important, But in the end when you had what you wanted and left them in the dust they would realize keeping your word was all you had done. It was the way his Grandfather had built his fortune and people who had counted on his good will found themselves disappointed. He had taught Zeke all this during those summers spent with him while his parents were off doing god knew what helping people. Zeke had moved out of his parent’s home within a week of turning 18, He had never come out to his parents because the thought of them getting all emotional and teary eyed as they told him how they would always love him and only wanted him to be happy turned his stomach. Zeke was studying business but he also took classes in the arts, acting and dance. Things his parents had made him do as a child. He studied acting because it helped him manipulate people and he studied dance because he knew he was stunning. Tall, lean, handsome with arresting eyes. Learning to move and use his body to greater effect just made sense. It was in dance class he had met Cal. An inch shorter, two years older. blond curled, green eyed, enchanting Cal. He was innocence and wickedness all wrapped up in a body so perfect the gods were envious. When they met it was instant fireworks. For the first time in his life Zeke thought of someone else before himself. Cal insisted they take it slow, They dated for months. Walks along the river, Midnight picnics on the roof of Zeke’s apartment building watching the stars, Rainy afternoons on the couch watching movies together. Zeke was infatuated, The night they first made love, neither of them novices still somehow felt like the first time to Zeke. Cal writhed beneath him groaning and stroking his ego telling him he was the best every word perfect every move perfect the rush when they came together mind blowing. The sex got better each time and Zeke was almost crying as Cal kissed him and headed for the airport at the end of they year to go home for the summer, promising he would call when he got there. Then nothing. No call. No response to texts. Cal’s facebook showed he was fine, pictures of his summer vacation regularly appearing but no response to his messages there either. Zeke missed the first week of dance class in the new year because of a flat tire. When he walked in that 2nd week ready to demand answers from Cal the sight of him with a first year student who looked vaguely like a ginger Zeke ensconced in a corner laughing and sharing little kisses stopped him. “He did it to you too I see” A guy a year ahead of Zeke said. “I didn’t say anything when he took up with you because I was too hurt and thought maybe it was my fault but it looks like it’s a pattern for him" Zeke nodded and went to begin his stretching. To look at him the rest of the year you would never guess he knew Cal or had had his heart broken. His grades remained at the top of his class and he hooked up with many men including three of the school deans and two of his professors but it was never more than sex. Three years later he graduated and started his own firm. He didn’t need to work but the accumulation of more wealth had it’s satisfactions. Several years later he had been surprised to get a message from Cal on one of the hookup apps. He was in town with a touring show of the latest Broadway craze. They met up for coffee, Cal treating him like an old friend ignoring the fact he had ghosted Zeke. Zeke took him home. His address and top floor apartment not so subtly letting Cal know what a success he was. The sex was just as great as before and they hooked up every time Cal was in town. Cal would only play bare with “old friends” like Zeke he could trust. Zeke spoiled him, sending him flowers when he was not in town, expensive gifts, dinners in the best restaurants, Hints at a proposal coming but Zeke had other plans. He had been seeing a man who looked much like what Zeke’s demon act would come to resemble in years to come. He based it on the man. It was the only time Zeke had bottomed in his life as over a few weeks the aids troll bred him again and again. A few months later he got a call from Cal. “Zeke, baby, I don’t know how to tell you this but I am HIV positive. It must have been that stagehand in Chicago back in May” obviously forgetting that they had agreed to be monogamous in February. “It’s ok Baby, You will get through this, I love you” Zeke had replied and he did love Cal in a twisted way. Their lives could have been so different if only… “Do you Baby?” Cal said through tears. It was the first time Zeke had said those three words to him. “I will see you soon, be strong” Zeke had said as he hung up. Then he blocked Cal’s number, changed the security code on his apartment, canceled the credit card he had opened for him and threw everything Cal had left in his apartment and every picture of the two of them in the trash. When Cal’s show came back through town Zeke went to see it to keep that “See you soon” promise, He did see Cal on the stage though he looked a little haggard. He wondered if Cal guessed where the HIV had come from. Zeke soon discovered the power trip of getting guys to accept his poz seed. Cal was one of the few he ever stealthed. Those had all been special cases who deserved it like Steve. He loved using a guy’s desires to manipulate him into letting Zeke infect him. Never promising more than that then ignoring further requests for attention. He had learned that from Cal, ****** Zeke lay in bed watching the sleeping Tommy’s face, He looked a little like Cal in the curve of the cheek and the set of the eyes but the hair was different, the open, honest face not a mask as Cal’s had been. Not that after a couple months with Zeke Tommy was all sweetness and innocence. His lusts and desires met Zeke’s head on. His need for pain meeting Zeke’s desire to provide it. Far from shying away from Zeke’s evil desires to infect those who gave in to their desires. Tommy helped him. He matched the man Zeke was today perfectly. “I love you” Zeke whispered to his sleeping Boy saying those words for only the 2nd time in his life. Disturbed because they felt so different this time. ****** Hiding behind Zeke’s eyes Ezekiel was a little surprised, He had not nudged at all those words had honestly come from Zeke. With what was coming for these two they would need a strong bond but for now they could just enjoy being together, Zeke was one of his best agents and good work deserved some rewards.

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.

Whenever I have been in this situation, the event of the first fuck has always attracted enough attention that when the first guy finishes, there has always been another to slide right in. I tend to be more shy, and submissive, so the idea of me actively looking for more cock is not likely to happen. I have always been a rely on the horny tops to come take what they want, kind of guy. (Wish I were a bit more aggressive, though!!)

A hot gay ass does it for me. I've sometimes had trouble cumming when balling women. Never have that problem with guys. A bottom I used to fuck once handed me a handwritten list of his desires and preferences, which I mostly ignored, me being me. One of his preferences was "no kissing." I positioned him on the edge of the bed (his sister's bed, he was house sitting) and asked him "does no kissing mean here too" as I kissed my way up and down his fat dick. That seemed to be OK for him so I began kissing my way around his sexy bubble butt while asking "or here?" That also seemed to not be a problem for him. I then zeroed in on his hole and asked "or here?" as I worked my tongue into his ass as he moaned with pleasure. He started begging me to fuck him so I slid my cock inside him and pulled his head up and kissed him slipping my tongue, fresh from his ass, into his mouth. He went absolutely wild and came almost immediately. That set me off and I followed soon after. We became fuck buddies and he never again presented me with any lists of HIS desires.

AI images are destroying a lot of sites in my opinion. Real pics sometimes enhance the story, but fake is seriously not good. I dread where we ultimately end up.

I usually mentally relive one of the dogpile orgies I've been in. I always cum when I get to a point where I'm fucking and getting fucked, at the same time.

Good ol' Vaseline for me...it's cheap and you can buy that shit about anywhere....been in love with Vaseline since I was kid jerking off and keeping the jar under my bed!

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.

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

Chapter 14 Henrique is driving toward Henry's apartment. Marc is in the passenger seat, Keith is in the back, and Ben is lying on his lap. Ben is naked still with just a blanket on. Then he broke the silence. “So…you guys know my dad and uncle?” Ben asked “ Yeah,” said Marc “Yes. We know them” said Henrique. Keith nodded but avoided making eye contact with Ben “How do you guys know them?” Asked Ben “We work for them” said Marc “Doing what?” Asked Ben “We aren't allowed to tell you. Your dad will fill you in when he gets back tonight” said Marc “and please understand that we're just doing what we are instructed” “That's if he does come back. Do you guys know what I went through? Does my dad and uncle know what they are walking into?’ Ben Said “Again….we can't share information about that but let's just say I'm fairly confident he'll be on his way back as soon as he can. You're his precious son. You are about to get to know him in ways you never had done in your life before “ “What ARE you allowed to tell me? Let's start there. Are you all their fuck boys” asked Ben with a grin on his face. Henrique has parked the car, and then Ben said “Guys. I don't have clothes on. I don't even remember how I ended up being tortured. I thought I drove back to my uncle's after the bar…..oh wait no. Zachariah pull me over then I don't remember anything after I saw his fave” “Here. You can wear my jeans and shirt. It's not my first time going to your dad's apartment with his key. WE were told to get you cleaned up and keep you fed and hydrated so are you gonna go hop in the shower or do you need us to make you?” said Henrique with a slightly irritated tone. He's irritated bc they were enjoying their high and having fun at Aaron and Jeff, but they were asked to babysit Ben. Ben stayed silent as they rode the elevator. When they all got to Henry's penthouse Ben said “You all are scared of him and my uncle, don't you? He's not even here but you all still won't break the rules he set…… that also means…..I am indirectly your boss bc if I said anything negative about how I'm treated to my dad and uncle….” All three of them beg Keith at the same time asking Ben not to get them in trouble “Well then…..looks like I'm the boss tonight then. You three better keep me satisfied then. Start with the shower. As a matter of fact, I think I do need an assistant. Henrique. Why don't you come help me in the shower? That way I can return your clothes. Marc and Keith. I don't care much about food but I should eat. I'll eat whatever you guys make or buy.” Said Ben Marc sensed the dominant vibe from Ben. A completely different side of him. They were given strict orders not to touch him tonight. They were going to make some frozen food originally. “yeah. You know what. We totally forgot to do a food run. Keith why don't you come with me?” Marc thought about buying them some time away from Ben and prayed that the boss man would be back soon so they would be forced to break the rules. He grabbed Keith's wrist, pulling him back in the elevator with him before anyone else could get a word out. The elevator door had closed. Ben looks over to Henrique “I suppose it's me and you”. Henrique was mad because Matt and Keith left him with Ben. They were told not to touch him, nothing like the first time they met Ben a couple of weeks ago “I guess so” Henrique said. Ben slapped Henrique’s face hard and gave him an assertive look “I meant Yes Sir” said Henrique “Good. Now lead the way.. actually hang on, you know this place pretty well, don't you. Can you give me a tour?” “Yes Sir. Follow me” Ben is amazed by this penthouse apartment. He has always wondered who can afford to live in this building. He never would have guessed his dad does. Three sides of the apartment are floor-to-ceiling glass walls. It even has its own courtyard and pool. One side of the pool was all glass as well, even though they were on the 30th floor. There's also a hot tub and in one of the tents has a massage table, a fuck machine and a sling. Next to it is a side table scattered with different things to get high. There were a couple of lines of hot rail kept under a glass dome. There were rocks all over the cart and a bong. Uses needles and new ones lying around. All the ways Ben knows about. Henry has it all. Ben looked at the hot rail and signaled Henrique to come do it with him because he hadn't tried heating up the pipe himself they each did one long line and then continued their tour back to indoors. Ben grabbed a couple big rocks and picked up the bong with him. Some of the walls in this apartment are movable so some rooms can become bigger, living spaces can become smaller. It can also be configured so that only one room is accessible upon exiting the elevator. Henry's got two playrooms in addition to what's outside. One room has a fuck bench, rim chair, and a sling. All kinds of hats, whips, paddles, dildos and other toys. There's no TV but a light proof laser projector and surround sound. Ben loved everything in that room. The other playroom has a couple of cages. One for standing position and another for being on ones knees. Both have specially designed openings to restrain arms and legs apart if necessary. The lower one only locks the waist and chest, leaving the front and back open for whoever is in it. The standing one has one side against the wall with a glory hole opening. There's also this arc thing with a dildo sticking out. It's somewhat big. Like an adult see-saw and a wrestling pit that doubles up as a round bed if the top is on it. What Ben didn't know was that both rooms are equipped with AI based camera so it always know which one to use and when to zoom in to get the best shot. Ben was really turned on by everything he saw in the room. His dick is getting hard under Henrique’s jeans. He looked over to Henrique giving him a tour in his white jockstap. The reason he picked Henrique is to single him out bc it's his turn to conquer his hole. They finally got to the bathroom. It is nice and spacious and there even have waterproof restraint that can be used to tie someone to the shower or in the Jacuzzi tub one can be tied up with their wrists just outside of the tub and their legs spread in the tub. Henry's bedroom is locked so Ben has no idea what could be in that room. Ben demanded Henrique to undress him from his clothes. When Henrique took his jeans off, Ben's dick bounced out of it. Ben looking down with a smirk on his face, made Henrique a little angry bc just two weeks ago this boy was just under his command. He knew it's daddy’s son but he has done so much more and shown his dedication. If it wasn't for him giving his best to please the officers, this boy wouldn't be standing here acting so arrogant. He's older and stronger. He can pin Ben down right now and remind him once more who's in charge but if he does that. He will be put this one of those two playrooms or be sent to please Jay and Aaron like Keith was. He just has to swallow his pride for now. He opened his mouth and started sucking on Ben’s dick. Ben licked his fingers wet and reached for Henrique’s hole “Oh man. This hole. I've been dreaming about ripping it apart since I saw you two weeks ago. I thought I'd never get the chance to use it but here we are. Make sure you play with my balls too. It'll be filling you up soon enough” “Mmmm mmmmm” Henrique didn't respond. He just had his eyes closed and focus on sucking on Ben’s dick. He thought if he can get Ben to cum now then he wouldn't have to listen to Ben anymore. Unexpectedly and without warning, his mouth is filling up with Ben's piss. He opened his eyes and looked surprised bc it's always been his thing to piss in a hungry bottom's mouth. He has never drunk anyone's piss. Not even daddy had done that to him. Halfway through Ben stopped and held his piss in and demanded Henrique to turn around “You have no ideas how high they got me to be. My piss is gonna keep you high and hungry for days. Ben pushed the tip of his dick in Henrique then let out the rest of his piss in him. Henrique started feeling this face getting hot, not just warm. His hole feels like it is burning up as if someone crushed up a big rock and shoved it all in him at once. But this is even more than that because the burn not as sharp but everywhere in him “Ohhhh….fuck….” Henrique whole body heated up and started breathing harder. Ben's piss was far stronger than he had expected “fuuuck Ben. What did they do to you? Uohhnn” Henrique is in a doggie position, facing down, breathing hard and he didn't even realize that Ben had 2 fingers in him until Ben found his prostate “Ohhhh ohh” Henrique moan the Ben, rubbing on his prostate. Then more Ben does, the wider Henrique's legs get” “Is this the true you? You like to act like you are an alpha top when really. You are a power buttom, are you?” said Ben as he trusting his finger in and out Henrique. His finger also thoroughly, stirred up the piss in him. Ben slapped Henrique’s right butt cheek said ‘i asked you a question” said Ben “Yes I am….sir “ “Is this where my dad fill you up with my siblings?” “Ohhhh..yeeeas sir” “What do you say if he was here. What do you say to him?” Asked Ben “Please fuck me daddy” said Henrique “Is that all? That's all it takes?” Ben pushes his fingers deeper & makes big circular motion stirring up his chem piss in Henrique because he's about to rip his ass apart “Ohhhh ohhhh please ahhooohhh fuck me hard daddy” Ben’s concentrated chem has broke Henrique. Taken over by lust. Henrique moaned loudly and the precum created a wet spot on his jockstrap. It feels so intense that his arms started to shake “I'm not just gonna fuck you hard….” Ben pulled his finger out of Henrique's hole then stick them into his mouth, which Henrique immediately started sucking on them. Ben then put his other hand on top of the hand with his fingers in Henrique's mouth. Without lube, he shoved his dick all the way in my force all the way in Henrique's chem piss-filled hole. “I'm going to rape your ass” Overtaken by both pain and pleasure, Henrique screamed loudly but his scream didn't go anywhere with Ben's hand over his mouth. Drops of tears came out of his eyes. He was not at all prepared for Ben's dick. It's not bigger than Daddy's but it is still no easy task to take it all in at once. Ben mercilessly raping Henrique's tight hole like he said he was going to do. He loves how tight and warm Henrique's ass is. A part of him is wondering what's wrong with him. Why is he being so rough to him. That thought didn't linger for long because the thought of him fucking the same hole as his dad fueled his dick to grow even thicker and harder while he drill into Henrique over and over and over “How does it feel? How does it feel to be a slut. Here comes my load. Do you want me to breed you or feed you?” Henrique got lightheaded so Ben's words are not making sense to him at all. He can't tell if he's feeling pain or pleasure but his body wants Ben to go deeper, harder, and faster. Just when he thought Ben was about to unload a big one in him Ben stopped and pulled his cock out with a big smile on his face. “Not so fast. I think I'd like to keep that hole hungry for a little while longer. I'm gonna go take a quick shower and that tub looks nice. Get the water ready for me. Oh and go grab me a glass of water and a couple bottles of poppers. Also, something to smoke. I trust you know where they are. Oh and.. don't walk. Crawl. Henrique is trying to shake off this empty feeling in his ass and part of him also thinks something isn't right. This is nothing like the timid boy he just fucked two weeks ago. He has no choice but to obey for now Ben happens to be wondering the same thing. He doesn't quite feel like himself. It's true that he has always wanted this but he doesn't know why now and why to the people who saved him from Zachariah. His dick is still hard. Hasn't gone soft since he pulled it out of Henrique. Fuck it. He thought. He's been letting his instincts take control of his actions. He does like how nice that hole felt. He has always wanted to play a dom too. It feels great to finally be one. He got out of the shower, towel dry himself and turned on the water for the tub himself. He wonders where Henrique had gone to it shouldn't take this long. He grabbed a see-through White translucent robe hanging on the hook and started looking for Henrique. He went back into one of the playrooms and decided to look for a cock ring and maybe a harness. He quickly found a drawer full of cock rings. There has to be over 100 of them in there. He took his time trying everyone that he thought he might like until he finally found one that's not too tight and not too loose. He walked all around the apartment and couldn't find Henrique. He was gonna put some porn on but the moment he sat down, he passed out. The next thing Ben knew he saw his dad picking him up and putting him in a bed. He wanted to do something but he was so tired and just fell back to sleep. Then he heard a loud pop and woke up. ================================ *switching back the first-person point of view* I heard a pop and woke up. My head feels heavy and every part of my body is just sore AF. I was really confused about where I was. I looked out the room and saw Uncle Jerry and Dad chatting out in the living room. Initially, I thought i was still dreaming bc I had not kept in touch with Dad since him and mom separated. I never knew what happened so I compartmentalized and set him aside in my head. I couldn't help but to stare at them because both of them are wearing just briefs….oh no.. jockstraps bc I can see dad’s whole ass from where I'm standing. I honestly thought I was in a dream and that they wouldn't see me standing here [banned word] on them. IIt took me a while to catch up to the present time because my head feels like a haze. Then dad turned around “Oh hey…. you're up. How are you feeling?” Dad said “Ummmmmm…. I'm fine. My head feels a little hazy. It's not something I've ever felt before but other than that. I'm alright.” I responded “I see. Probably because I didn't know how to properly wake you up from my hypnotism so that's my bad” said dad “Wait what? I was hypnotized?” “Yes. Anyway….I think we have some catching up to do” dad said He's leaned back on the couch extended his right arm on the back of the couch, signaling me to come sit with him. He's wearing a pair of classic navy blue jockstraps and I couldn't help but to stare right at it. His bulge is huge that the jock seem like it could barely contain his dick. It mostly definitely wouldn't if he has a full hard-on. Before I could say a word, uncle Jerry stood up and started getting dressed “I'm gonna leave you two catch up, run a few errands, then I'll be back here in an hour or two” he said “Sounds good. We'll be here.” dad responded. I waved at uncle Jerry then I felt dad's hand grabbing my dick and sizing up the head of my dick and wiping off the precum from my dick. I honestly did not realize that I'm naked. I thought I had my I underwear on when I got up. “So you gonna stand there with a hard on or you gonna come sit next to me? I can offer you a third choice if you want” dad scoots his body back and spreads his legs wide apart then signals me to sit right in the middle I moved toward the middle seat. Sat down with my back straight but that didn't feel right so I turned sideway a little and said “I like sitting here but I don't know if this is a good spot to talk through.” Dad reached out and grabbed me by my chest and waist and pulled me towards him. His huge bulge now pressed up again my power back and I'm leaning back toward his right arm a little lying on his armpit. I can smell dad's body. He always smells fresh. His body is radiant heat so laying in his arm is nice, warm , and comfortable. He and I locked eyes for a brief moment then he leaned towards me and kissed me on my lips and his tongue went into my mouth circling around my tongue a couple times then he said “well….I didn't say anything about talking. Do you want to talk or do you wanna do something else first?” Dad said as his kiss the side of my neck and pinch my right nipple “Uhhh” I closed my eyes and moaned. “Is this what you wanted?” He started sliding his tongue down along my body and eventually found my left nipple and bit it lightly while his right hand continued to pinch my nipples. “I heard that you found a new side of yourself this past couple weeks” dad said then pressed his lips tightly around my left nipple and began sucking them into his mouth “Ohhhh uhh” I moaned “And you got to know your Uncle pretty well. What's on your mind? Do you want me to stop because I'm your dad?” he hand extended down to my crotch and started playing with me balls and occasionally his finger brushed over my hole lightly. Then he wipe a large amount of precum off my dick with his index finger then applied all of it right on my hole. He pressed his finger tightly but not hard enough to penetrate “Ohhhh dad” I said “I heard you have a nice pussy. Hungry, tight and warm” Dad tapped on my hole with his index and middle fingers together then moved his hand and began to stroke my cock. “I made a nice dick, didn't I?” My elbow bumped into Dad's now fully erect cock “Oh ahead. You can turn around and face it if you'd like” dad said so I turn around and dropped to me knees on the floor. I could feel the heat radiating from his body and I was right that the jock couldn't contain his dick bc his dick was sticking out by 2.5 inches. I started pull the front side of his jockstrap up and towards me then his dick fell forward toward me. His full mushroom head is now only 2 inches away from my lips. Without looking up at dad, I wrapped my lips tightly around his dick and sucking on it hard. This is the dick that made me. It wouldn't be right to give it anything but my best. I wrapped both of my hands around the base of dad’s dick. Fuck. It's so big and so thick. Even bigger than Uncle Jerry's. I was so focused on milking dad’s dick then I felt him grab the hair at the back of my head and pulled my head up and seal his lips around mine. Blow smoke hard straight down into my lungs. I felt the volume of the smoke he blew in my mouth but dad let go there was hardly any smoke left. My felt my face getting warm then dad stood up. Seeing his marbles ball hanging around his monster dick, I couldn't help but to press my tongue on his balls. “Why don't we go to my playroom?” Dad surprised me by picking me up off the floor like he used to do. He lifted me up from my armpit and I instinctively wraps legs around him like I used to do, except this was the first time doing this with his rock-hard dick pressing against my hole. “Relax” dad said. As dad walked toward the playroom, every step he took made his dick partially enter my hole then out then again and out. The entire way to the playroom I slowly sink my ass deeper and deeper onto his dick. “I love the sound of your wet pussy Ben. And look at how much precum you are leaving on my chest. Is this precum or did you ejaculate already!?” Dad asked Quite honestly, I don't even know. The only thing I know for sure is that I want this dick in me all the way. Dad knew exactly what I was trying to do, so he put me down on this chaise lounge chair and told me to lean back then he gave me a good tuck from my pelvis toward him. My hole is now facing directly at him. From the ceiling mirror. I could see my little rosebud that dad’s dick created is slowly closing up. Dad saw my rose bud too and when he saw it started closing up on him he open mouth wise covering the whole thing and I could feel the strong suction from his mouth while his tongue venturing in the opposite direction. This was something I have never felt before. It made me start moaning one whole octave higher than I typically do. I can see dad from the ceiling mirror going at my hole like a delicious meal. “Don't stop dad. It feels so good” I said “Oh yeah….you like that huh? Are you ready for this?” Dad said while pressing his dick head against my slowly retracting rosebud, sliding it in and out of it a little “do you hear your hungry wet pussy?” “Oh fuck yes dad, please fuck me. Please use my pussy” Dad walked over to a drawer and stood there for a minute then came back with an inhaler mask and said “here put this on” it is filled with cotton balls soaked in poppers. This popper didn't hit me all that hard so I started breathing in more aggressively taking long breaths while dad pumped a gulp of lube in me. The burn in my hole feels so good. I already knew what it was. Just before dad gets ready to fuck. I felt his dick getting swallowed by my hole, the popper kicks in. Fuck. I didn't expect the delay effect. It is so strong that my ears are ringing. I feel the head of dad's dick then “ehhhuuu” I gasped There Dad was, his face right in front of me and he gave me a passionate kiss. While the poopers relaxed my hole completely and gave his huge dick little to no resistance. “Dad. Did you….?” I started to asked but before I can finish my question “All the way in, Ben. Every inch of me. Don't believe me?” Dad started moving his hips, which made me gasp in a high pitch noise. I can feel my muscles being pulled and pushed in the direction that dad was moving. When he goes all the way in, his hits places no other men have. It is so intense that my arms are clenched onto Dad's neck. “Do you like that dick in you? It's what you've been dreaming about, isn't it?” Dad asked “Ohh yeah, Dad. Yeah” I could barely say a word “You ready for more?” Dad asked but before I could answer, his arms went right under and behind my knees then from the back he held onto my shoulders and picked me up. This time he held my legs apart. Almost 180 degrees. I had nowhere to hide. Every thrust is pounded balls deep against my ass. Then dad instructed me to lean backward and said he'll catch me so I did and dad did held on to me tightly. He also started fucking me harder than faster than ever. I quickly realized the reason he told me to lean back was because when I lean back, he could directly fuck my prostate. I felt an unfamiliar rush coming from inside of my hole. I felt my ass clinched for a few seconds while dad continued to fuck my prostate then all a sudden all of the tension was gone. “Ahhh Ahhhh Ahhhh” waves of my semen pumped out of my dick. I got on my face, dad's face, all over my chest and abs. Just when my body relaxed. Dad pinned me against the wall and put his mouth over mine and tongue kissed me then I could feel him grunting in my mouth while he flooded my hole with my siblings. “Fuck….Dad…..I feel so full” I Said. both of us were panting a little. Dad had a smile on his face. A kind that I have never seen before. He lean his head over to the left before I had cum on the side of his face. I licked it off his slightly scruffy face. Then he fed me 3 big scoops on my cum to me and shared the taste of my cum with me in my mouth “Ohhhh ohhhh god” I forgot Dad and I were still connected. When he slowly pulls his dick out. The muscle in my hole has tightened back up so the sensation was mixed of slight pain and pleasure and a lot of emptiness. Dad carries me and put me on a stainless steel table in the corner and pull out the rest of his dick then he grabs a handle mirror to show me my small rosebud. Dad seems to get really turned on seeing a rose bud on the bottom. I wonder if he likes that in general or if just ones he makes. He went down and rimmed mine again. “Ohhhhh god” I love that feeling. Dad didn’t do it for long. Even after my hole recovered, it still looked like I had a wide gaping hole. So much cum was dripping out of it. “Wanna go rinse off in the shower?” Dad asked. His dick is still 70-80% hard, I think. It looked so good and I just had an uncontrollable urge to blow it so I got down and started sucking on it. “I take it you love my dick?” Dad asked with a grin on his face. I nodded as my response and kept sucking. I don't know why I feel like I can't stop. “Do you want to come live with me? You can forget about going back to college. Work for me and you'll have a place of your own like this place in no time” I hesitated and said “Can I take some time to think it through when I’m sober dad?” “Yeah of course. Just imagine living here with me” dad leaned forward slide his finger up and down my hole. “This pussy of yours will always get fed”. I could feel dad spreading my butt cheeks apart then to my surprise, I felt a hard dick pressing up against my hole and quickly my cum filled hole is filled up with a hard throbbing dick. My eyes rolled back while sucking dad’s cock and I moaned. There is only one other person who can fill the void dad left. With turning around, I knew it was uncle Jerry. I look to the mirror to my left, I saw dad and uncle Jerry making out while dad pinched Uncle Jerry’s nipples and both of them are fucking me from the opposite end. I'm so lucky that all three of us are perverts in the family “How do you like that Ben?” dad asked “ahhhh love it” I responded. “I love both of your dicks “You uncle and I not only will we fuck your hole. You will lean how to cum from your hole and only to cum from your hole or nothing at all. Are you willing to commit to that for you Uncle and I?” “Fuck yes” that's the only thing on my mind at that moment. Getting off front getting fucked by dad then round 2 with Uncle. Why wouldn't I “Dad and uncle Jerry started making out again and dad started fucking my throat aggressively while holding my head in place my force. I choked several time so my face is covered in saliva but I continued to fulfill my duty to my dad and uncle. After a few minutes, dad move to behind uncle Jerry and in one push dad shoved all of his dick into Uncle Jerry's hole and pinched Uncle Jerry's nipples as hard as he could. Uncle Jerry closed his eyes to enjoy it and he was saying, “fuck yeah big brother. You gonna make me cum. Uncle Jerry stop moving as much but his dick is still rock hard in me then when dad started grunting, Uncle Jerry shot a tone of load in me. I could feel his cum in my inner rectum. That must be what Dad was talking about. Cumming with my hole only. Uncle Jerry slowly pull his dick out then immediately got down to clean dad’s dick. Dad instructed me to raise my ass up high so he could rim me. To my surprise, dad didn't just rim. He was sucking on my hole, getting Uncle Jerry's and probably some of his as well out of my hole then they made out with each other's sharing The cum in their mouth then uncle Jerry put his ass in my face and I knew exactly what they expected from me. I sucked dad's cum out of Uncle Jerry as he pushed his hole open for me. Then they both move towards me and signal me to stand up. I attempted to suck both their dick but for how big they both are, I only could lick their dick briefly. Then the 3 of us made out for a while. Before we finally went to take a shower. It feels wrong to even think about it but I want to be a cum dump to my dad and my uncle. I don’t want to be treated like a son or nephew, I want to be a hole available for them to use 24/7

“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?

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.

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

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A no nonsense horny topman that is aggressive and knows how to seduce his way into your hole and wont take no for an answer and never pulls out to breed!

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This genre of writing isn't my thing. In general, I think images that are discordant or conflict with what I imagine from reading a piece of writing ruin the experience for me. Since everyone's imagination is different, using images just invites readers to get hung up on how the images don't match what you see from reading the story. Layer on top of that the inauthentic and clearly unreal images from Generative AI and it's even more jarring for me. When I see a story or a post with these kinds of AI images I actively avoid reading them for those reasons.

Untold Adventures volume 1 ****************************************** Mike listened to Dr. Jerry drone on and on. He was the lead researcher at Angelbug Labs. A foundation he and Jeff had started to further look into The Angel Strain. Jeff had named it with his usual sarcasm. Mike was sure Dr. Jerry had never had a sexual thought in his life even though he researched a sexually transmitted virus. He knew the man was in his late 60s but the anti-aging drugs had reverted his body to a much younger looking state. Mike was also sure that the geeky cute man was totally unaware of the way his bubble ass filled his slacks or how his pouty sensual lips looked made for sucking cock. The man was an academic to the core, “Our research proves that transmission through means other than anal penetration produces 20% less protection and though this is usually sufficient there have been a few outlying cases of deterioration in people with particularly resistant strains. Why infection through anal penetration is more effective remains a mystery. Our research is slowed by the small number of confirmed 1st generation carriers, people we can confirm were deliberately infected by you. Along with yourself they are the best sources of viable virus control samples. We simply need more people infected directly by you.” Dr. Jerry said in a matter of fact voice, not even considering the implications or that he was basically telling Mike to go breed people as his eyes scanned the report on his laptop. His droning was stopped when a large flaccid penis flopped down over his shoulder, the head reaching down to brush his pocket protector. “We can make another confirmed 1st generation carrier right now” Mike said with a smirk The oblivious man looked back at his laptop “The would be helpful” then it finally sank in “Oh! You mean me!” and he blushed bright red “I never… I mean I’ve NEVER…” “Then we can be sure you are not infected by anyone else” Mike said “It certainly ups the chances and my annual physical last month confirms I am HIV negative. Working with the virus we are tested just to make sure.” He said in his nerdy analytical voice. “Maybe we should it would be so convenient” Mike laughed, reached down and closed the laptop and set it aside, drew the flustered man to his feet and walked him into the living room and to the ottoman, He may as well get the full experience. Mike pulled off Dr. Jerry’s shirt and undid his pants pushing them to the ground then pushed him to his knees and ordered “Suck” Dr. Jerry’s nerdy response of “Ohh… Yes… performance of fellatio and oral sex often precede…” was cut off as mike grabbed his hair and stuffed his cock through those sexy pouty lips gagging the man as his hardening cock stretched his throat. Once hard Mike positioned the Dr. on the ottoman he had infected Jeff and Buzz on and knelt behind them A nervous “The use of lubricant besides natural precum decreases the chances of trans…. OH MY FUCKING GOD!" rang through the room as Mike punched the head of his cock in… Nerdy talk was a turn on but it was time to fuck. With decades of experience Mike quickly worked his raw cock up that perky geek ass and Dr. Jerry became a wanton slut moaning and pushing back, calls of “fuck me, breed my hole” in that nasal nerd voice spurring him on and the squeal when Mike thrust his last few inches in breaching the academic’s inner barrier made Mike’s balls tighten, a few more strokes bringing him to roaring orgasm as he pumped the researcher full of his virus. When they stood Dr. Jerry seemed embarrassed by his own cum splattered on the ottoman “That was not very professional” he muttered to himself. “Was my roleplay sufficient? I have studied Jeff’s account of his infection on your wedding day and said what I thought was appropriate.” Jeff had insisted on providing every single detail to the blushing researchers when hi account was taken. “The things we do for science” Dr. Jerry said as he pulled up his pants Mike laughed tussling the scientist’s hair ************* The story reached it’s end but I hope you don’t mind me posting these “Untold Adventures” as they occur to me Scanbu

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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!

Making of a Whore I am a 28 bi curious guy. I am 5'8, Caucasian with some Asian medium/thin build with a smooth body. I live in a big city on the west coast and have always been curious about having sex with men. My main way to explore is to book massage session with gay masseurs especially those who offer full body sensual massage. The first time i booked a massage it was about 6 years ago and it was from an ad i saw in a local street newspaper. It said M2M Hot Oil Massage. It sounded hot so i called and set up an appointment for 8pm. I go there and his apartment was dimly lit and he led me into the massage room that was nicely lit with candles. He has soothing music playing in the background. He was an older Caucasian man in his early 50's medium build and a bit on the feminine side. He had on a spandex brief. He told me he would step outside and to get on the table. I nervously took all my clothes and laid face down on the massage table. He came in and asked me if i had any areas of soreness or that i wanted him to focus on. I told him my lower back as i have an office job. He proceeded to put hot oil on my skin with his hands on my back. It felt good and so relaxing. He slowly worked on my shoulders and back. Then he got to my lower back and started down towards my buttocks. He massaged them and slowly worked my globes. He poured oil on my butt and in the crevice that led to my hole. I winced as it was hot but it also felt good. He used his fingers to rub between my cheeks and run over my hole and then to my balls. I was rock hard right now. He rubbed more oil on my legs and feet and ran his hands slowly and softly on the inside of my leg and slipped it under where my leg and butt meet. OMG it felt amazing. He expertly teased and rubbed my inner thigh making me breath hard and leak a lot of precum. He would continue his rubbing and touching and then focused on my hole and balls. He poured more hot oil on them and teased my hole and massaged my balls. Then he slipped his hand under my balls and grabbed my cock. I instantly lifted my waist off the table giving him more access to my cock. It was so hard and wet with precum and oil. He then would massage my cock and balls making me leak precum and I was on the verge. If you have never had anyone massage your cock and pull it all the way back towards your feet you are missing out. You can feel your cock being stretched when someone is pulling it back and thats just was he did. Pulling it back with one hand and letting it go and slap his other hand which teased the head of my cock. Over and over i was moaning so loudly. He could tell so he gently let go of my cock putting it on the table and pressing my back to go down on the table flat. He then proceeded to resume a regular therapeutic massage with intermittent sensual massage strokes by massing my inner thigh which drove me crazy and running his fingers over my whole. This would go on for the next 30 minutes massaging me and edging me. He had me finally flip over on my back and my cock stood up hard. He smiles and slowly oiled my chest stomach and legs. He massaged around my cock and once in a while he would run his fingers over it and brush it making me throb. He went back to my chest and went to my nipples and teased and circled them. I had ok nipples but they were small. He massaged around them and slowly teased them brushing up on them. Then he put hot oil on them and i let out a gasp as it was hot but it felt good at least my cock was saying so. He then took my nipples in his fingers and massaged and manipulated them in a way that felt like electricity going through my whole body. My cock was throbbing and leaking out precum constantly. He would also do this thing where he would push down and massage right around the nipple and then twist them which make me groan loudly in pleasure. He then slowly worked my legs and feet. Whenever he did therapeutic massage it made me relax more, calm down and not have a total hard on. After finishing my feet i almost dozed off and felt him work his way back up the inner part of my leg and then back up to my inner thigh, rubbing it that sensual say that made my cock get hard again. He then took my cock in his hand and slowly teased the head with his nails and tips of his fingers then wrapped his fingers strongly around my base and massaged it in a counter turning motion. At this point i was moaning loudly, it felt so good. As i got to the edge he would slow down and then just hold my cock in one hand but not massage it until my breathing calmed down but while my cock was still somewhat hard. His other hand would massage my check and stomach. When he started up again he would slowly massage and tease my cock, balls and nips bringing me back again. Each time my cock throbbed harder and seemed to leak more precum. On the third time he told me to relax and breath slowly. He started by slowly teasing and lightly touching my cock and massaging my groin area. He would then work his way up to my chest and tease and pull on my nipples. He did this for what seemed like 10 minutes keeping me on edge. My cock was hard and would throbbed when he pulled my nips or teased my cock. Then he told me to relax and just breathe slowly. I tried to focus and do that but I was so horny it was difficult. He then held my cock in his hands and lightly and very very slowly massaged it. My breathing started to get harder and he kept telling me in his soft soothing voice to relax and not to tense up. He told me to just let it go and relax and thats what i did. I had the most relaxing orgasm i have ever had. Spurt after spurt of hot cum spilled out of my hard cock. I was so aroused and relaxed it almost ooozed out of my cock. I could feel it going thru my penis and comind out of my hole. It was incredible. I think i shot 8 times while he just in the same speed and light pressure stroked my cock . Cum was all over my chest and stomach. He smiled at me and licked it all up and then kissed me. It was the first time i kissed a man like that and then he gave me his tongue and all my cum. I swallowed and kissed him back our tongues intertwined in each other. He pulled back and said thank you and told me if i wanted to shower the towels were hanging up. It was that my first experience i knew i needed to explore more.... (More to come and yes breeding)

Mike was angry, Mike was hurt, Mike was very very drunk. He wanted to lash out. He wanted to be the one using somebody. He wanted someone in his bed who was HIS. Mike had arrived home from a tattoo trade show earlier that day to find his lover of the last five years had left him going back home to his parents, his church and his miserable closeted life. Now he sat in front of his computer on that bareback site updating and rewriting. He had kept the profile all those years, occasionally checking it for amusement to see if anyone had “pinged” him but never replying. It had been his Ex who had cheated getting charged up and passing it on to Mike one of the rare times he had topped Mike. They had gotten through it and Mike had forgiven him even coming to be turned on by his status and now a year later the little slut was gone. Mike updated his pictures showing off his physique and that picture his Ex had loved of his hardening cock struggling to escape a leather thong leaving no doubt to the size and girth of his member then he read the text: Me 31 years old 6 foot 3 inches tall 219 lbs. POZ unmedicated - Toxic 10 ½ inches pierced and cut Semi hairy Single You Under 25 over 18 5 foot 9 or shorter In shape great ass a must NEG Cock size unimportant Smooth Single Giving the right man the opportunity to be bent over at least once a day for the rest of his life and have my cock shoved into him. A submissive nature is a must. To qualify you must agree to always let me cum inside you and to submit to sex when it is demanded of you after a discussion of limits and rules. Oh yeah and you have to marry me before any of this. Satisfied Mike hit the “Save Changes” button, the anger, hurt and alcohol conspiring to make this seem like a good idea then he stumbled off to bed to sleep and forget for a while leaving the computer on as message dings started rolling in. *************************** Hey guys this is my first attempt at a story here let me know if you want more

Author's Note: While I usually write my own stories, sometimes I get turned on my someone else's and decide to insert myself as a main character. Then I revise the story. This one is based on the last part of a terrific story I read here, "Pozzed on Stage." I hope the author will appreciate that he inspired me to borrow and adapt his work. Theatre Debut It all started harmlessly enough. My wife Beth and a few of her girlfriends decided to attend a live gay sex show downtown to celebrate her 35th birthday. I thought it was an odd choice but didn’t object. Then things became uncomfortable. One of them learned they could only be admitted if they were with a man (presumably gay), so they decided to invite me. The friend, a cute blonde named Peggy, said, “Beth, you always told us you thought Andy might be gay. He’ll be perfect.” They all giggled as I blushed beet red. When we arrived, the director stood at the door. As soon as he spotted me, he said, “Hey, wanna be in the show tonight? You’re really cute. Besides, it’s all simulated sex.” That set Peggy off. “Oh, go ahead, Andy. You’ll fit right in.” The others joined her in encouraging me, even Beth, though she had a funny expression on her face. I wondered whether she had planned this in advance. The next thing I knew the director led me, Beth, and Peggy into the dressing room while their other friends found front-row center seats. There were a half-dozen other men there, all shedding their clothes and donning leather gear and thongs, strapping on cock rings, and oiling their bodies. They were all gorgeous and well-built. I began to strip, too. The director handed me a studded leather cock ring, a black leather dog collar with a silver buckle, and a black jock strap. I found myself getting turned on and felt my cock stiffening. Peggy noticed and teased me. “Andy, look how excited you are. I guess you’re really in your element, aren’t you?” I didn’t say anything but my mouth was dry. What was happening to me? I had always thought of myself as straight. Beth decided to pile on. “You know, honey, Peggy is right. These guys are all hunks. You’re so much skinnier and smaller. I think we should make you look more like a fag.” With that, she removed her wristwatch, which I had given her. It had a thin leather band and a small round face and was very feminine. “Put this on.” I obeyed. I noticed the other men were watching me. Then she slipped off her diamond solitaire engagement ring and slid it onto my ring finger. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt a tingle run up my spine. I really looked like a sissy, especially with the jewelry, and it felt so erotic that I was surprised. “Oh, that’s hot, man,” said a one of the guys, a handsome, hairy bear, wearing a leather harness, black jock strap, and black work boots. “I want you to perform with me tonight.” The director nodded his approval. “Center stage, boys.” Beth said, “Perfect! You’ll be right in front of us. I can’t wait for the show. See you soon.” She gave me a chaste peck on my cheek and left with Peggy to take their seats. The director gathered us around for final directions. My bear put his arm around my shoulder and I held his waist. He smiled at me and I felt a strong arousal, which surprised me. The director spoke to us. “The play starts with the two of you being attracted to each other and going right into bareback sex with the bear breeding his bottom. That’s you, Andy. And lose those jockstraps now. The show will be far more powerful if the audience doesn’t have to use their imaginations to get rid of the clothing. They need to see your cocks.” “But what if we get hard out there?” I protested. “You better fuckin’ get hard,” the director answered. “We want this to look believable.” The bear looked at me, slipped out of his jock, and smiled. “The show must go on.” I did the same. Squeezed by the leather ring, my cock was already rock hard. Just moments later the curtain opened and the other male couples went on stage to loud applause. My bear and I separated to enter from opposite sides when we were called. After a few moments, the director announced, “And now let’s welcome tonight’s audience volunteer performer, Andy!” I heard clapping and obscene calls. It made me feel like a pure sex object, which was a real turn-on. There were already a half dozen other men on stage fondling, sucking, and fucking each other. I was too fixed on my co-lead’s huge erection standing at attention and pointing right at me to notice if the others were simulating the sex or really doing it. My eyes met the bear’s from across the stage. We moved toward each other as if there were powerful magnets pulling us together. From the corner of my eye, I saw Beth, Peggy, and their friends seated front and center, applauding like the others. When we met at center stage, the bear turned his hairy butt to the audience while I dropped to my knees in front of him, screened by his bulk from the audience’s view. I held his thick, stiff cock and looked up into his eyes. It was the first time I had ever held another man’s dick. Something came over me at that instant. Rather than just pretending to give him a blow job, I began to lick the head of his rod. I really liked it, which surprised me. Then I took his powerful erection deep into my throat, gagging immediately. He muttered, “Game on,” grabbed my head, and started a relentless face fuck. By now the audience had caught on and they were cheering. The bear shifted his feet to half turn so the audience got a side-on view of my oral ministrations. They roared encouragement, especially Peggy and my wife’s friends. I didn’t hear Beth’s voice, but out of the corner of my eye I could see her staring intently at me. I heard Peggy say loudly, “See, see, I told you he was gay!” My next move was to stand and passionately kiss the bear co-lead. I noticed Beth’s pretty watch, which looked so perfect on my slender wrist. The stage lights caught her diamond ring, sparkling on my delicate finger. I felt so feminine and sexy! In that instant I realized there were only gay men on that stage. Whistles and cheers; the audience was wild with animalistic passion. The bear broke our kiss but held me in his embrace. He licked and bit my neck. My eyes locked with Beth’s. Her gaze was ice cold. I could only imagine what she was thinking. The bear leaned into my ear and whispered so only I could hear him. “You started this. Now we’re going to have to finish this with the same realism.” His words reverberated down my spine to the tip of my toes and made my exposed hard cock twitch. I knew what he meant. Suddenly, he pushed me down onto an ottoman, on my back, with my legs apart in the air and my hairy ass exposed. He moved me and the ottoman sideways to give the audience a better view. His face soon met my hole and he gave me my first rim job. I moaned loudly with pleasure as his tongue probed my hole. The audience was whistling and cheering. I loved doing this in front of a crowd – my inner exhibitionist had taken over. Except for one irksome detail. My brain was screaming “condom.” I asked him in a stage whisper loud enough for only him to hear over the crowd, “Do you have a condom?” “I'm stark naked here, man. Of course I don’t have a condom.” “Then turn me back so we can fake it to get through this scene.” He snarled, “No fuckin’ way, man,” spit on his hand, and lubed my hole. Then he spit again and lubed his massive cock. With his raw nob at my vulnerable hole, again in a stage whisper, he asked, “So are you going to stop this show, or must the show go on?” His eyes melted from angry to an irresistible, warm lust. I knew deep inside that I had to please my top. “Let’s do it,” I gasped. “The show must go on. Fuckin’ breed my ass.” Slowly but steadily his massive cock started to penetrate my ass. At first the pain was intense and I felt a burning sensation. Then suddenly my ass opened on its own and seemed to swallow his dick willingly. I gasped loudly as the audience applauded. I felt an incredible warmth and fullness that radiated throughout my body. The crowd seemed ready to riot, they were making so much noise, standing and cheering. I turned my head and saw Beth, Peggy, and their other girlfriends joining in the uproar. I gripped my bear’s thick forearms and noticed again my pretty jewelry. I was now totally into our performance. I said loudly, “Damn right, you know what I need, fuck me raw.” “Only way I play.” “Yeah, daddy bear, fill my ass with your big, bare cock!” “Oh, yeah, you like my risky, daddy-bear pistol up your ass, don’t you slut?” The word “risky” didn’t register on me. “Love your cock, daddy, need your cum.” “You want daddy to breed you?” “Fuck, yeah, breed my ass, daddy. Seed me!” “Are you positive?” he said loudly, so the entire audience could hear. “Yes, I’m positive, breed me now.” “So you are positive, that’s HIV-positive?” Suddenly the room became quiet as the crowd focused on what my bear and I were saying. The other male couples on stage stopped and moved toward us to watch. “What? Fuck no, I’m not poz … wait ….what … are you?” “A bit late now with my toxic dick and precum already deep inside you.” I wasn’t in a play anymore, but in real life and overcome with fear. The audience was silent now. You could have heard a pin drop. “Fuck, no, then you better pull out!” I yelled. “Pull out now!” Then Beth said in a cold voice that everyone could hear. “Don’t pull out. That’s my husband. Poz the little faggot.” The entire audience cheered and started chanting, “Poz him! Poz him! Poz him!” My bear looked at Beth and smiled. Then he leaned in and gave me the most passionate deep tongue kiss I had ever experienced. I melted and forgot what we had just been talking about, forgot that we were in front of an audience. It was just two men about to experience the ultimate intimacy. The chanting grew louder, into a roar that filled my ears. “POZ HIM! POZ HIM! POZ HIM!” I moaned deeply and my hands instinctively grabbed my top’s big hairy ass and pulled his cock in even deeper. For a moment I thought of my wife and realized she could see her dainty watch and pretty engagement ring. She knew our marriage was over and so did I. My top’s voice reverberated through me again like a spartan sword claiming, demanding me to give over my life, my all. “I’m very close. Where am I going to cum?” “In me. Breed me! I need all your beautiful cum!” I shouted so everyone in the theatre could hear. The bear bellowed and roared as his entire body tensed. I felt him buck and release as I held him deep inside my ass, my eyes locked on Beth’s. Inside me I felt a warm wetness. I never wanted it to end.

Sounds like a great deal to me. Multiple guaranteed loads every week -awesome!

I love kissing. Sex is always better with a man who likes to kiss. When a top shoves his tongue in my mouth it's a preview to him shoving his cock in my mouth or my ass. I like to think I'm a good kisser and that my skill as a kisser is a preview of my skill as a cocksucker. Once I've been bred, I have an intense need to be kissed. I could care less about getting off. I just want to get kissed while we bask in the after glow of his orgasm and his seed in my hole. I've been in a group where another bottom and I have kissed while our tops take turns fucking us. It's such a special bond between a pair of bottoms.

Fuck Water is amazing

Bent on a fuck bench, ass up and preferably with a few loads already in me to show that I'm leaking cum.

Do I want to be pregnant, NO, but do I want men to put their DNA inside me, YES, as deep as possible and mix it well with the other DNA given to me. It’s very flattering and I welcome repeat breedings to guarantee you have added your viral load in as direct a way as is possible into my bloodstream. Thank you, it feels great

I do hope that people realize that tampering with a condom that results in the spread of an STD can result in civil prosecution. Now can you find a criminal prosecutor willing to take someone to trial for deliberately spreading HIV? Yes you can. So what makes guys think, even if it's a fantasy, that tampering with a condom might not have legal ramifications? Hey I don't like condoms, I don't know anyone who enjoys using them. But would I tamper with one, and risk my liberty? I don't think so. Maybe I am in the "fantasy" portion of this Forum, and I have many times posted in the wrong areas and had to apologize, but really - you wanna risk tampering with a condom and infecting someone with one STD or another?? Not me! You guys go for it - but I'm out!

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.

Jarrod. Finally got up got dressed and snuck out of Hatcher’s house. He went to his place. Showered and tried to figure out what to do next. He decided to sleep off the rest of what he drank and smoked. A few days later Hatcher saw Jarrod and went to talk to him. “Jarrod, what happened the other day is in the past.” “I was surprised when you came on to me.” Making it seem that Jarrod made the first move. Jarrod looking puzzled. “I came on to you?” “Yes you did.” Hatcher answered. “Between drinking, the smoking and you being very upset about your breakup, it makes sense.” “I was comforting you.” “Next thing I know we’re naked and I’m inside of you.” “Which surprised us both.” “I’m sorry if I hurt or upset you in anyway.” “It was my fault.” “I guess I must have led you on.” “I apologize.” Jarrod said. ”Why don’t you come over later?” “I’ll fix us dinner.” “And we’ll forget about what happened.” Hatcher offered. Jarrod agreed. Later that night. Jarrod showed up around 730PM Hatcher gave him a drink. And lit up the pipe. Both smoke and drank. Had dinner. Then Jarrod being a lightweight when it came to drinking felt dizzy and high. Hatcher once again started massaging the young man. Getting him to take off his shirt and pants. Got Jarrod into his bed and started rubbing his back and ass. Hatcher stopped to take off his clothes. Turned on the cameras to record his fucking of the straight guy. Hatcher felt Jarrod’s dick getting hard. Turned him on his back and started sucking him. “You like that?” Hatcher asked. Jarrod “yes” he whispered. Hatcher stopped sucking. Went over to Jarrod. Placed his dick by the young man’s mouth who try to resist. But Hatcher held the young man’s head towards his dick and forced it into Jarrod’s mouth. Who had no choice but to start sucking. He now knew that Hatcher had lied to him but couldn’t fight him off because he was too weak to do so. Hatcher removed his dick from Jarrod’s mouth and went over and slowly started fucking him. “Oh” Jarrod moaned. Hatcher smiled an evil smile and kept fucking him. Hatcher decided to finish off inside him doggie style. “Oh fuck!” “I’m going to cum!” With that he shot deep inside the young man’s ass. Hatcher got up stopped the live stream. “Don’t get up.” “I’ll be back in a second.” Then left. Jarrod went to get up realizing his clothes were in the living room knew he was in no condition to fight with Hatcher. Hatcher came back. But he wasn’t alone. He had a few friends who wanted to fuck Jarrod. Three men who were in there 50’s and wanted a piece of that straight ass. Unfortunately for Jarrod to get out of there he would have to take their loads and it was recorded that he couldn’t say that he was forced into it. Jarrod at that point knew he had no choice and started sucking, jerking and taking dicks in his ass while still smoking “T” before, during and after.

I'm very verbal when I've got a cock inside me. I've got a foul mouth and I expect the top to have one too. By being verbal I want him to know how much pleasure he is giving me. Likewise, as he fucks me I want him to tell me exactly what he is experiencing in the filthiest terms possible. Then, when he about to explode and ready to fill me with his seed I want to sense the build-up in the loudest way so that I can do everything in my power to make his orgasm as powerful as possible.

You love it because you’re getting used by a real man and experiencing true submission. It’s liberating for fags.

Probably more than any other, This is one Of those stories I’d like another chapter of. Thanks if you can! It’s not the incest angle, for me, it’s about how life was in My homo forties. I’m now in my 60’s, but looking back, being then squeaky clean and cycling in city parks and trails, I COULD have met this pipe-sucking tweakin boy on that picnic table; so Dadd does relate! Push out another chapter. I’m interested to know how main character and son deal with what is, and how they move forward! Because when the chems wear off, at life at home and family get to gathers with the wife (“She” in the story title , after all) what happens? Dad and son invite their mutual tweaks home? You got a possible BZ Chem fictional classic on your hands. lol 😂 I’m just fukkin with your head. 😂

Ah fuck I just shot the biggest neg load all over my chest and face to this

Dark rooms are great. Especially if there are a few guys there!! Ive been in a dark room once a few years ago when craigslist was around. The ad was called a dark party. The main room was were you undress and parTy if you want. You get told to prelube in here. So I did with a few fingers in me to lube my hole up. But the playing was in a room of total darkness absolutely no lights. There was a double door you walk in close the door behind you the walk a little to the dark room door. You open it walk in its like you are wearing a blindfold it was so dark. Immediately you hear morning and sucking sounds. You feel around and you definitely will touch someone. Someone touched me then another felt his way to my cock and pulled me till i almost fell and the floor and he grabbed me pulled me to a mattress. There had to be a few mattresses on the floor. I felt other guys on it moving around. Then felt a hand feeling around me and I rolled on my chest and pushed my ass up for him to touch. I reached out and was touching one or more guys feeling around for their cock. I pulled up and felt this cock he was doing something but his cock seemed not in use so i started to suck it.. my ass was still getting rubbed then felt a cock hitting around, then it found my hole and glad i lubed up before, he pushed it in fast and deep. Then felt him thrusting.. it was great i was sucking while getting fucked and i was feeling other guys moving around me. When he blew a load I turned over on someone I felt a hand slide to my cock as he sucked me till i loaded his mouth. I then stuck my ass up and pushed into someone and he grabbed my ass and he started to fuck me. I had a few loads in me that night but without seeing what was going on and not seeing who you were touching or being touched by was amazing. It heighten my sense of touch and hearing! So wish i could find that again!

Really is a hot story! She uses her pussy to lure guys in and then the brother fucks them and knocks them up. That is so hot. Definintely need this story to continue.

After our session i went home, took a shower and jo thinking of his fingers in me but what got me really hot was watching that guy take a fist and part of an arm in him. I shot a huge load imagining Mitch's fist in me. After i came and cleaned up, I jumped on my computer and looked up fisting porn and fisting website. I became obsessed with fisting. I leaned how to completely clean your hold and how to stretch it with toys. I ordered toys online and had them shipped to the coffee shop. When they arrived i took them home and played with them slowly opening up my hole. After a couple weeks i reached out to Mitch again and scheduled another session. I cleaned out my hole dressed in shorts, no underwear and a tshirt. I showed up and we hugged and kissed softly. We started making out and he broke off and said, "Get your pussy on my table". "Yes Daddy", i said playfully. After i got on the table he got on behind me and started eating my pussy out. I let out a moan. He was eating me out less softly and more as if he hadn't eaten in days. His tongue was probing me, his fingers and he was nibbling on my pussy lips. It felt so good. Then he started to suck on and bite my ass. "Awwww", i yelled. He slapped my ass and then went back to eating me out. He grabbed lube and slowly began inserting 1 finger, 2 fingers then 3 fingers in me. He swirled them around hitting my gspot and massaged my pussy so good. Then his fourth finger went in fairly easy. "Good my boy has been working to stretch his pussy for me. Turn over", he said smiling. I turned over while his fingers were still in me. I let out a loud moan when rotating on his fingers. "You like that huh. Your pussy all wet", he said. "Yes uggghhh yes it is", i moaned Then he leaned in and gave my a deep kiss, our tongue dancing and then he took his left hand and massaged my nipples. I was in heaven. Then he squeezed my right nipple hard and i winced and then he forced his hand in me. My head fell back and i let out a total feminine moan. OMG his hand was finally in me. It felt so amazing. I had never felt anything so incredible and fulfilling. He then pulled back from our kiss and slowly started to rotate his hand in me. "OHHHH yessss", i moaned "Good boy. You like Daddy's hand in you?", he asked laughing "Yes i do", i panted He worked my hole for the next 30 minutes rotating it and pushing forward while his fingers massaged and teased the walls of my pussy. Once in a while he would pull out his hand and tease the my pussy lips and i would push back wanting his hand back in me. Slowly he worked all the way up to his forearm. "Oh yeah you are one hungry bitch. Your pussy is sucking up my arm.", he said in amazement. My pussy was hungry and wanted more. I raised my back off the table trying to meet his arm wanted it all. He got further up my hole and it got stuck. I felt it deep in me. "Ooooh, we've reached your second pussy boy", he said in excitement. "What's that?", i asked "Its your second hole deep in you.", he said. He probed slowly and gently teasing it for the next five minutes, then suddenly felt him go past the ring. It felt like i was floating in ecstacy, he was so deep in my. That along with filling so filled with him and my prostate going crazy i shot load after load all over both of us and the table. "Ahhhhh, yeah thats it squeeze your arm with your pussy", he said while rotating his arm to make me feel him in me. I think i came for like an entire minute. It was incredible. He slowly pulled out his arm. I felt empty and wanted it back in me even though i had just cum. I pushed back on his hand and he slowly played with my now fat juicy pussy lips. I grabbed his cock and sucked him off. He pushed away and said that he would love to play but had to get back home to his partner. They had a dinner to go to tonight. I cleaned up got dressed and left his studio. When i got home i was still horny and got out my toys and played with my ass and came again dreaming of his fist in me. Over the next few months i worked a lot and also tried to find others who were into FF. I hooked up with several guys to expand my ass play. I also ordered more toys to stretch my hole and outfits i thought were hot to get fisted in like more jock straps. Its funny but i didn't crave any cock, i only wanted to be fisted. As i went on this journey i found that the reason why i was so obsessed with being fisted is there was something erotic and submissive that its the ultimate in giving of myself to the person i was playing with. To spread my legs and offer my pussy and body to him and have him stick his hand and his arm in me was the epitome of being a bottom. I had a dry spell of playing as work was busy and finding FF tops who could play when i was free was difficult. Finally several months later I set up a date. One day I drove out to Palm Springs from LA to meet up with a FF Daddy. I was excited. I dressed up in tight low riding jeans, thong and a thin tight tank top. We were going to meet late around 10p and i was also going to sleep over. As I almost got there, i got a text saying that he had a work emergency and couldn't play today and he had to go into work. I was a little pissed as i drove all that way. I also understood being a manager. I figured i would go toy shopping. I found a place that had toys, clothing and other playful stuff. It had about 30 minutes before it closed. I felt comfortable shopping out here as i am not out and don't live in Palm Springs. I walked in and there a few customers and one young staff person. I walked around and browsed. I started checking out the jstraps, thongs and other sexy outfits. Then went over to the toy section. There was a lot of stuff i had seen online but seeing them in person is a lot better. I was looking at some ball toys that stretched your balls and squatted down to look closer at it when i heard someone talk to me. "HI can I help you with something. Those come in pink too.", in deep voice. I turned my head and looked up. There stood a hot Daddy. "Hi I am Brian, I am the manager here", he said smiling looking down on me. "Thank you. I am just browsing. I am not looking for pink am i?", i said "Well i know you like the color pink. At least as far as i can see", he said with a grin I was thinking of what he mean then it struck me. My thong was pink and as i was squatted down and in low rise jeans he could see my thong. "Ohh yeah, oopps", i said shyly "Don't apologize, i like pink too and you look sexy in it. And you really wanted me to see it didnt you", he said. "Yes i guess. They make me feel sexy", i said. I stood up and looked at him. He was about 6 ft and medium build Daddy in his early 50's. He had tats on his arm and neck and had a nice small trimmed beard. "Lets go in the back I can help you with this", he said and grabbed my arm and took me into the back. It was like a dressing room. He closed the door which didn't go all the way to the ground. I turned to him and he told me to strip down. "Huh", i was dazed in looking at him "You need to take off your clothes so i can help you put this on and try it out", he said. I took off my jeans. My cock was now hard jutting out of in my thong. He stepped towards me and started to rub my cock. "Hmmmm very nice. Somebody is a little slut huh? You like teasing older guys like me with your cute little thong, as he said that he grabbed the back of my thong and pulled it up hard wedging in my hole and my balls. Hmmmm i moaned. "Yeah you're a horny little bitch", he leaned into my ear. "Yes i am", i whispered. I also smelled his manly scent. I felt his hand go under my thong and start to finger my hole. I moaned and he covered my mouth with his lips kissing me deeply. "Sshhh we don't want people outside to hear you moan like a little bitch do we", he said in my ear. He pulled down my thong and got the ball stretcher and put it on me one by one. It hurt but also felt good. Once he had it on he pulled on them from behind while i was slightly bent over with my legs spread. I let out a soft moan. Then he stuck his face in my ass and started to eat me out while pulling on me balls. I moaned kind of loudly and he stopped and took my thong and stuffed it in my mouth. I heard him unbuckle his pants and pull out his meat. He turned me around and told me to suck it. OMG it was huge and thick. I couldn't wrap my hand around it. It was at least 8" and the thickness of a Red Bull can. As i was on my knees i noticed a biohazard tattoo slowly touched it. It was a beautiful. "You like that tatt boy?", he asked sternly "Yes its beautiful", i said "You know it means?", he asked "No", i said "It means i am HIV+. Does that scare you?", he asked. I pulled back a bit, "Yes", i said "Well we don't have to do anything you do not want to, Ok?", he said softly "Okay", I murmured as i leaned in to suck his thick cock. I sucked on it as quietly as i could. The door opened and I pulled back but his hand was on my head and kept it in place plus he pushed his cock forward. "Hey Brian do you need me to stay longer or should i close up", the other staff person said "You can go home Cody I will lock up", Brian said ash he pumped his cock in my mouth "Okay see you tomorrow boss." , Cody said walking away He pulled out of my mouth and turned me over on all fours and started to eat my pussy. "OHHHHH", i moaned out loud now. After a few minutes i heard him spit on his cock and press it against my hole bare. "I am afraid to fuck bare. Do you have a condom?", i asked "No i don't fuck with condoms but i promise not to cum in you ok", he said as he pressed against my hole I didn't answer with words but rather action and just pushed back on his thick head. After pushing and trying to relax it plopped in. "Ohhhhhhh", i moaned. "Yeah you like Daddy's cock in you dont you", yes i moaned and pushed back further. He held my waist tightly and pushed even deeper. "AWWWWW its so thick it hurts", i moaned. "Don't worry bitch i know you want it. Take it", he said and pushed more. OMG he was splitting me into two until i finally felt his balls slap against my balls. He held me there to get used to his girth then slowly rotated his hips to move it around then slowly back and forth. "Ohhh god it hurts", i moaned With that he started to pump in longer strokes but slowly gyrating his hips. My hole loosened up and pain turned to pleasure and i started to push back and meet his thrusts. He was now pounding me hard and pulled me up so my back was against his chest and embrace, his hands playing with my tits and cock and he started to kiss and chew on my neck. I grabbed his head pulling in closer and opening up my neck to give to his lips. I was in heaven. He whispered in my ear," I am going to cum soon where do you want it", "I am afraid of getting hiv, i dont want to get sick" i said back to him while still riding and humping his huge cock. "Ok i can stop", he said and did so. I pushed back on his cock but he held me there. "I understand you are not ready yet and do not want you do anything you do not want to", he said. "But i so want your cock in me", i desperately groaned. "Can you fuck me more and then shoot outside of me", i asked . Sure he said. With that he fucked me good and then came in my mouth. I swallowed all of it. After he asked where i was headed to next. I said, "I dont know. I need to find a place to sleep. I am from LA". "Why don't you crash at my place", you can drive home tomorrow. We cleaned up and drove to his place.

Like I said before, Caitlin was (and still is) my best friend, and so maybe it's not too surprising that when I finally dipped my toe into party favours, she was right there beside me. It was a cold winter Saturday, and we were headed to a rave in the south end of the city. It was probably 10pm or so, and we were on the train with big coats and sweatpants on over our tiny skirts and skimpy bikini tops, chattering away about the DJ schedule and whether or not my (recently ex) boyfriend was going to be there. Suddenly Caitlin stopped mid sentence and started looking through her purse. Then she swore, and bit her lip, obviously trying to figure something out. I poked her. "what's wrong?" She looked around, then leaned over, and in a low voice said, "I forgot my E at home. I left them on the dresser. Fuck." She paused. "I think I know a guy I can get some from, though..." She pulled out her phone (she was the first girl in our circle to have a cellphone, the envy of all of us. Her parents bought it for her because they worried about her out late at night) and dialled. "Hey is this Jeff? Yeah? This is Caitlin, remember me, the St Francis girl from last month?" She blushed at whatever the reply was, and then "Yeah, I had fun too... I was wondering if you wanted to meet up tonight at Rez? Yeah? You're going? Cool! ...hey, do you happen to know where we can get some stuff as well? Me and my friend Sarah...Yeah, she was at the last party, the tall girl with the brown dreads... Okay, we can meet you, what's your address?" She quickly wrote it on the back of her hand, and hung up. Turned to me and smiled "Awesome, it's just off the next stop." We got off at the chinook station, and walked (quickly) through the freezing night for about 20 minutes, to an apartment building. In the lobby, Caitlin called again, and shortly after that a guy came down to meet us. I recognized him from several previous parties, an older guy, good looking, short beard, hornrimmed glasses. Kind of nerdy. He broke into huge grin seeing Caitlin, who gave him a hug and smacked his ass, then kissed him. I stood there awkwardly until he stuck out a hand and shook mine, and invited us to come up. We hopped into the elevator and got off on the 6th floor. His apartment was pretty cool, he had a good stereo playing some trance techno, and a big couch and some of those bean-bag chairs. It was all furnished in old stuff from the 60s, but nice stuff, and the place was also nice and clean. I'd never dated a guy who had his own place, and looking around at Jeff's made me think that it might have it's benefits. He grabbed a couple of snapples out of the fridge for us, as we shucked out of our heavy winter clothes. He laughed to see us basically naked under our parkas and snow pants, and commented that now he felt overdressed. Disappearing into the bedroom, he came back with a pile of rave outfits, a baggie of pills, and a flask of blue liquid. He offered us the baggie, and Caitlin downed two pills and pocketed 5 more, I shook my head. Jeff shrugged, "want some G for your snapple?" I wavered a bit... G was something I had always wanted to try, and gave in... "Sure, I've never done it before, but I've always wanted to..." I trailed off "What the hell, first time for everything!" Jeff measured out doses of G into our snapples, and I sipped mine. The taste was weird, kind of bitter, a little like soap. People always talked about how disgusting G tasted, but mixed with the snapple, it wasn't so bad. Jeff sorted through his outfits, trying to decide what to wear for the party, and me and Caitlin gave our opinions. Caitlin became more animated as her E took effect, and I could feel a soft warmth filtering into me, which I assumed was the G. It felt a bit like being drunk, but not exactly, I didn't feel clumsy, just giggly and a little bit lazy. As jeff tried on various shirts to go with the fun-fur pants we had picked out for him, I noticed how well built he was. He was lean, and not very broad, but he had solid muscles, and a nice six pack. His nipples were brown, and pretty big for a guy, and he had chest hair, which was something none of my boyfriends had. It was brown, and not very much of it, and it dwindled down into a line that vanished into his pants. I realized I was staring and looked away, but not before he noticed. He flushed a bit, and to cover it he spoke. "Thing about G, Sarah, is you have to be careful how much you do, and it's really easy to do too much and get sleepy. So let us know if you feel sleepy, or if it starts to wear off... Oh, and don't drink anything. Alcohol, I mean. G and alcohol don't mix." I nodded, leaning back on the couch with Caitlin. Eventually, we decided it was time to head out. Jeff decided to call a cab, and off we went. Caitlin was rolling pretty good now, sitting between me and Jeff in the back of the cab, her hands restless, stroking and petting both of us. Jeff glanced at me over her head, obviously wondering if I was uncomfortable. I grinned at him, feeling just fine about it. The G was really very nice, it mellowed me out, made me feel happy and safe. It didn't hurt that I felt a really good vibe off of Jeff. I was no stranger to creeps at raves, but I sensed that Jeff was a decent guy. It also didn't hurt that I was finding him increasingly sexy, and starting to think about how I was single again... We got to the rave, got our wristbands, we insisted on paying for Jeff's cover, and walked in. Like most raves, this one was in an empty commercial building. Recent economic slumps had a lot of warehouse space empty, and it was easy to find a building manager willing to make a buck renting to ravers. The music was bouncing, and about a thousand people were milling around. Not much dancing yet, things were still building, so we bought some energy drinks from the bar, and headed over to the chill zone to chat. we settled in to a corner piled high with cushions and blankets and walled in blacklight posters and banners. I snuggled up against Caitlin. Jeff leaned over "Hows your G feeling?" I thought about it. "It's fading a bit, but I like it!" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little bottle. Hiding it under his coat, I saw him measure some out. I handed him my energy drink and he squirted it in. I grinned thanks, and leaned over. "I should pay you for this" I whispered in his ear. He laughed and shook his head "G is super cheap, even if I was selling it, it's only 50 cents a ml. And so far you have had only 5ml... Don't worry about it! I feel guilty letting you guys pay my ticket, so this helps make up for it" I felt an odd rhythm as I sipped my G. Suddenly I realized that Caitlin's leg was moving to a beat. Strangely though, it wasn't to the music. Idly, I looked over to realize that the two of them had their hands in each others laps under the blanket. They were fingering each other. I shivered a bit, suddenly very turned on. I twisted around so I could see them both. At first they didn't notice, but then Jeff saw me looking and abruptly stopped, embarrassed at being caught. I remember noticing how dark his eyes looked, with his pupils so big from the E. I shook my head quickly, reached out and pushed his hand back, leaning forward to say: "It's okay, I don't mind!" For sure I didn't mind, I could feel a gush of wetness in my panties, I was so turned on. I glanced around, nobody was watching us, and slipped my own hand inside my skirt. Jeff stared, I stared back, and within 10 seconds of rough little rubs, I gasped quietly and came hard. The orgasm was amazing, the G seemed to extend it, and as I slowly came back to earth I could see that both Caitlin and Jeff were looking at me intently. I smiled at them. Suddenly I knew that tonight was going to be different.