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I grab a couple of beers from the fridge, and we relax on the balcony having a smoke and a few drinks. I can’t believe this gorgeous man is hanging out with me (all while I have his babies inside me). It is amazing how charming he is outside the work environment. His smile is enough to melt the hardest of men and he seems to genuinely enjoy just hanging as much as fucking me. Every now and then I find myself just lifting his shirt to caress his tattoo as we talk. I ask him if he minds sharing his story about how it happened. He smiles and pulls me to sit on his lap straddling him and facing him. After a few more minutes of kissing, he starts his story. “It was 4 years ago. I have known I was gay since I was 12” he says. “I started fucking guys and letting guys fuck me when I was 15, and I was pretty careful initially always covering up. Then on my 18th birthday, my parents had a big party and my uncles and cousins all came. My uncle from Sydney came down for the weekend for my birthday. I had no idea he was gay. He was about the same age as you” he says and kisses me. “After a long night of partying and maybe a drink or two too many after everyone left, I went to bed. Naked of course as I always sleep naked. About an hour after falling asleep I woke up to the sound of someone else on my room and when I looked it was my uncle standing at the end of my bed. Totally naked and sporting a massing hard 9” cock. He had a slight belly and a dark hairy chest that just looked so manly. He had a nice, trimmed beard and a very wicked grin on his face. I laid there naked just looking at him for a few minutes taking it all in as I awoke.” “In that short time, I had grown a rock hard hard on of my own. He smiled at me, and I smiled back. All he said was “can I?” And I said nothing. I had mostly been versatile up until then, but I knew I just had to have my uncle inside me. I rolled over and got up on all fours offering him my arse as an answer. He turned the light off and I felt him crawl onto the bed and suddenly I felt his finger explore my ring. First the outside with some spit, and then one finger then two fingers sliding in and out of my hole. I had to use all my self-control not to moan too loud. My parents were just down the hall. Before long he had me wide open with four fingers and I was wet from his saliva. When his fingers left my arse I felt empty. But they were soon replaced by is tongue. And oh my god, what a tongue. It was spit then tongue and then repeat. After a few minutes of that my hole was stretched and relaxed and he knew it.” “Next, I felt him position himself with the head of his cock softly pressed against my hole. The next thing was the only other thing he said all night. “You sure?” I answered his question by pressing back on his cock impaling myself in one go all the way to his balls. He did such a good job of opening me up that although it was tight, he slid in without the slightest pain. I thought to myself that it must have been meant to be. His only response was a muffled groan before he slowly started to fuck me raw.” “It wasn’t long before he picked up the pace and I started to jack off as I was in heaven and so turned on. I started to cum all over the sheets and the orgasm obviously caused my arse to clench and sent him over the edge and he just slammed in and I felt my insides painted with the first load it every had. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to be bred. Without a word, he pulled out and slapped my arse and left. I fell asleep laying on my cum stained sheets and with his load in me. He was only there for another night, and he did the same thing the middle of the next night too. Then he was gone, back to Sydney. Both times I am sure I absorbed every drop.” “Two weeks later it was the tell-tale flu. I knew what it had to be and hadn’t let anyone else fuck me raw. Test came back positive. I was a bit angry at first, but I never told him. I haven’t spoken to him since. I decided to not start meds until I absolutely had too, and 4 years later I am here on your balcony, you on my lap, not judging me and looking at me like this is where I am meant to be.” I kiss him deeply and looking in his eyes simply say, “yes, definitely meant to be for me”. We make out some and have another beer and smoke before deciding to go to bed. To be continued.

Met the pretttiest little White boy at the bar Sunday 21 (barely) he got flirty and I got frisky and ended up back at my place when I began to put a skin on he ask why, told him I was poz said he did not care he wanted my nut, well he got it (twice) went to sleep holding him nestled in his pussy. was a VERY good night 😄

Untold Adventures Volume #3 Jeff gets seven for one ************************************************************************* Jeff was a little down. Mike was in The Big Apple consulting on the musical being made from their album and Jeff missed him. His own obligations had him on the west coast staying at a record producer’s home. The producer was an arrogant asshole who didn’t quite manage to hid his homophobia but he never said or did anything Jeff could really complain about. This man would not be working on any future projects with him. The producer’s son was a handsome jock type with dark hair and light green eyes who was a huge fan of Jeff’s and his 18th birthday had been today. Jeff had arrived in the middle of the party after a day in the studio and as a joke had done a “Marilyn” version of happy birthday for the boy because his name was Preston then retired to his room. A party full of teenagers was not his cup of tea. later that night after he had talked to Mike on the phone he was out on his room’s balcony watching the moon play on the ocean waves when a movement caught his eye. Preston stood down by the pool looking up at him. Jeff waved down “Shouldn’t you be in bed?” Jeff asked. It was 2am “I’m an adult now, I don’t have a bedtime Billy” Preston said in a low voice “You’ve been 18 for a day” Jeff laughed “Billy” was his stage name and most people called him that. “That’s old enough isn’t it?” Preston said “I guess you are right” Jeff said with an indulgent smile. He himself was only 20, not quite 21 Preston picked up a flower then climbed up a trellis to Jeff’s balcony with it in his teeth “How Shakespearean” Jeff said as he came over the rail ”but I am hardly Juliet” Preston grinned and bowed handing Jeff the flower Jeff motioned to two chairs on the balcony and they sat. “Can I get your advice?” Preston asked “Get a good financial adviser and never eat sushi from a vending machine” Jeff quipped Preston laughed then said “I know you are gay” then he blushed. Everyone knew he was gay. He and Mike were the most famous gay couple on the planet especially after he had serenaded Mike on stage at the Grammyphone awards this year “Sorry to be so blunt” Preston apologized “It’s fine. Mike and I don’t hide our sexuality” Jeff said “I have a boyfriend problem, well a boyfriends problem” Preston said and Jeff raised an eyebrow “There are seven of them” “My my” Jeff said. This could be interesting “Don’t get me wrong. They all know about each other. I think they have a bet on as to which one will get me in the end” Preston continued “I’m the oldest and I think I am all top. The idea of getting fucked does nothing for me. They all say the want me to be their first when they each turn 18 this year and then I am supposed to pick one” Jeff saw some flaws and a very evil possibility “Well first of all you need to remember you are not a prize in a game they are playing. If you like them then play with them but you are no obligation to pick a winner if you do” Jeff said “You are to young to be pinned down anyway” he continued conveniently forgetting he had gotten married at just a year older than Preston… to a man he had only met in person that very day… and only met online the day before… details were pesky “So I shouldn’t…” Preston asked “Oh I didn’t say that. Just make sure it is your game you are playing not theirs” Jeff said “Do you feel special towards any of them?” “I feel special towards all of them” Preston said “Well it’s possible” Jeff admitted, thinking about how much he loved Buzz and Hank “but most likely it’s just close friendships. I think you will know when love comes along” “My other problem is I have never… been with anyone” He looked at Jeff hopefully This had to be handled just right Jeff thought Preston wanted to be a top “It will be each of their first times?” he asked and Preston nodded “ I don’t think I can show you how to make it good for a virgin as I have not been one for a while now.” that and the fact that after being fucked by Mike for over a year he doubted he would even feel another man inside of him. The only one he needed in him was Mike “Besides, what you need to learn is how a virgin feels. To be a good top you need to bottom at least once so you know what you are putting them through” Jeff said making his play, If he could get his toxic cum in this boy and then he took the cherries of the seven contestants… Jeff was half hard at the thought and Mike would be so proud of him for spreading the virus he had given Jeff so far “That makes sense I guess” Preston said “And I would do that for you Billy” he said. He was a big fan after all Jeff undid his pants and pulled out his nice seven inch cock “Come over here and suck this” he said in his best imitation of Mike. Preston came over and got on his knees opening his mouth and sliding his lips over the head of Jeff’s cock. Jeff put a firm hand behind the boy’s head and guided him up and down giving him pointers as they went along “Lets get you bred” Jeff said as he took the yong man to his bed “That’s an odd way to put it” Preston said “Shouldn’t we use a condom?” “If you are going to be a top do you want to deal with a rain coat every time?” Jeff asked “That would get old” Preston agreed “Flesh to flesh is always best and you will find nothing feels better than shooting your load into someone” Jeff said pulling Preston’s shorts down and pushing him onto the bed then climbing after him and mounting his intended victim Jeff pushed the boy’s legs apart and rubbed his dripping cock up and down that virgin crack, finding the hole and asking “Are you ready?” Preston nodded and Jeff began to slowly press in keeping up a steady pressure till the head popped in. Preston sucked in a breath loudly and Jeff gave him a few moments to get used to it before pressing in further. It took much less time to get all the way in than Mike had taken his first time and soon he was sliding in and out of Preston’s silky smooth hole remembering to change angles to rough things up inside making him more receptive to the gift he was going to give him Jeff didn’t take his time breeding Preston with his charged seed because he knew hec could just keep going, he would stay hard and be able to breed his host’s son again and probably a third time before he would go soft. He pounded Preston for almost an hour depositing three loads of HIV laden cum in the boys ravaged hole. He then flipped him over and sucked down the hefty 9 incher waiting for him, swallowing Preston’s load in just minutes. They slept together the rest of the night and sat having breakfast on the balcony the next day “So do you think you understand what a bottom needs now?” Jeff asked “I think so, I do know for sure now bottoming is not going to be my main thing though. I’m bigger than you and I could hurt someone. I'm glad you taught me that. You took it easy on me and I saw stars when you popped in” Preston said Jeff pulled out his phone and pulled up a picture Hank had taken of he and Mike standing naked cock to cock, Mike’s cock stretching five inches beyond the end of Jeff’s “Imagine loosing your virginity to that monster” He said with a laugh, handing the phone to Preston. Preston winced and then looked at Jeff in horror “How on earth…” he said “Mike is an incredible lover” was all Jeff said Jeff had been right Mike was proud of him and the sex after he told him about his little adventure was even more explosive than normal. Several month later he got a text from Preston: Popped all seven, chose none… but they all want it again. Thank you P. ***************************************** Comments and suggestions welcome. What untold adventure do you want to see?

To say Zeke was uncomfortable would have been a gross understatement. If you had told hum a year ago that he would be spending a Sunday afternoon sitting by the pool in his fiancé's parent’s backyard, sipping fruit punch from a red plastic cup and waiting for the ribs on the grill to get done at a party designed for him to get to know said fiancé's family he would have told you you were insane. Yet here he was making pleasantries with Tommy’s aunt, a lovely woman who’s biggest concern in life was apparently what color his couch was so she could crochet them a nice throw for it…. Maybe with some matching pillows. He looked across the gathering, his eyes finding Tommy’s face with it’s amused green eyes, just the color of new leaves in shade, and an impish smile looking back at him to see how he was coping. Seeing that smile become softer as Zeke smiled back with amusement and genuine fondness for this sweet woman who was putting aside a lifetime of unthinking prejudice against LGBTQ people simply because her nephew loved him. Zeke found the entire situation.. Enchanting. Here was an entire group of people who were willing to accept him, to include him in the love that was family simply because Tommy had chosen him. Zeke was uncomfortable because it was a totally new experience for him. Growing up his parents had been to extreme, So spiritual and pacifistic that they could not understand their son’s more aggressive nature. “Chill out and go with the flow” was not the answer to everything when it came to raising a child. Speaking of his parents… Zeke’s mom and dad sat downwind with many of the younger adult family members and some not so young passing a joint (now legal in the state) around. Their “modern day hippie” looks and liberal views making the members of their own generation in this small town far more uncomfortable than Zeke and Tommy did. It’s not that his parent’s views were wrong. They would work beautifully in a perfect world but this world was not perfect and try as they might to ignore that it never would be. They were just as hidebound as the small town conservatives who surrounded them but thanks to Tommy who had invited them without telling Zeke. they were in the same place sharing vires… Progress? Maybe? The fact his parents always had the best weed was helping His encounter with his parents, the first in a decade, had been both surprising and brief. They had not smothered him with affection as they had done when he was a child to gloss over there disappointment that he was not a perfect little copy of them, but had hugged him once his Dad saying “Look Son, there is a huge gulf between us and that is our fault. We made mistakes and had no right to try and force our attitudes on you. We were the adults in the situation and we messed up big time. When and if you are ever ready to talk about it we will be there” and then they had converged on Tommy wanting to know this special young man who had cracked their son’s stone heart, He had heard his mom quietly say “Thank you for showing him how to love, he may not see it but you have changed him so much. I have not seen him so happy since he was about five years old” Zeke was happy… and uncomfortable but that’s far better than cold, closed off familiarity any day. The one outlier to the general happiness was Tommy’s cousin Dale. He was at 31, a more rugged version of Tommy and twice divorced. Pretending to be far drunker than he was he said loudly “I don’t see why little Tommy coming out as the fairy I always knew he was and finding some guy to plow his butt on a regular basis is reason to celebrate” just to share his anger and resentment that others could be happy while he failed over and over. He didn’t care one way or the other about gays he just wanted to ruin things for the fun of it Silence… Then his shoulders were gripped by hands with long painted nails and he was spun around. His mother, a woman who had spent her life telling him how special he was, telling him that every failure was someone else’s fault. A woman who had defended him when he messed up with indignant “My son would never do such a thing!” knowing full well he had. A woman who had never raised a hand to her precious Son slapped him so hard he saw stars “Dale Johnson! How dare you? I raised you better than that!” she said anger and shame in her voice Many at the party choked on that. This was exactly who she raised her son to be but there was always room and hope for change and apparently he had gone to far even for her this time “I think you should leave Dale.” Tommy’s das said quietly several brothers, nephews and uncles and even more sisters, nieces aunts moving to stand together in solidarity with him “I’m just expressing my opinion! I’m allowed to do that! It’s my right as an American!” Dale shouted “Express away, just not in my yard” Tommy’s Dad said as Dale was frog marched to the gate and shoved through. They all heard his motorcycle he had parked in the front yard as he left. “How much do you want to bet he spun out in the grass?” Tommy’s uncle said to his dad Dale seethed as he rode away. Even his mom has sided with those queers! He knew he had been totally wrong but he didn’t care. He didn’t notice Zeke standing in the gate watching him go. The rest of the party was happy but more subdued. Dale had gotten what he wanted even though he didn’t get to see it. They spent a week at Tommy’s parents house Zeke in the guest room and Tommy sleeping in his old room out of respect. Even a simple blowjob tended to get loud with those two so they abstained, On the 4th day of their visit however Tommy’s mom had a doctors appointment in a nearby town and wanted to do some shopping after. As always his dad drove her and they would be gone all afternoon. They closed every blind in the house and started getting ready for a scene they both craved. Zeke went full on “poz leather demon” while Tommy dressed in totally “Boy next door” clothes and they met in Tommy’s room., both set their phones and a couple video cameras in strategic places around the room and began… Tommy sat at his computer, He was barely 18 and a total virgin. He had been chatting with a man online for a couple weeks. An older man from a distant city. Tommy had told the man all about himself including where he was from and all his fantasies. He had even sent him pictures of himself in a jock showing off his ass and other pictures. The man had responded with pictures of his own, Tall, lean and hung Today the man’s responses were taking longer than usual. He explained he was driving and could only respond when he pulled over and parked. “I wish you could be here today. My parents are gone and I’m all alone.” Tommy sent “I just parked in front of your house” came the reply Tommy laughed and then he heard the front door open and close followed by footsteps on the stairs and then Zeke came through the door… in full leather gear… his pants bulging almost obscenely “Hello Boy” he said in a sultry growl “How did you get here?” Tommy asked shocked “Your house number was in one of those pictures you sent me and you toll me the street you live on. It was simple. You made it easy. Now I have come to claim you and make you my sex slave forever!”( they had written the dialogue in what Tommy termed “Classic VGA porn style” ) Tommy hit play and the most stereotypical 1970s porn music he could find started playing through the lap top speakers as Zeke crossed the room pulling out his cock and slapping Tommy’s face with it The “18 year old virgin” got on his knees and started sucking cock like a pro, deep throating Zeke’s massive member with no problem even as Zeke grabbed a handful of hair and stuffed it in After almost getting Zeke to shoot in his mouth Tommy pulled off and stripped. Zeke guiding him to his bed and binding his writs and ankles with the leather restraints that just happened to be there,,, in an 18 year old virgins small town bedroom… then he mounted the "innocent young man” and rammed balls deep and bare into his “virgin ass” Tommy did not have to fake the moan of pain this caused even after months of being fucked by Zeke. The fact that he craved that pain was irrelevant as Zeke began to fuck him roughly Zeke had to admit fucking Tommy in his parent’s house surrounded by the posters, trophies and the general clutter of a typical teen’s room was hot and Tommy looked so sweet and innocent when he wanted to it always reminding him of that first night “There is something I didn’t tell you before I restrained you Boy.” Zeke said “I’m not wearing a condom and I’m poz. I’m going to cum in you and knock you up with my virus. I'm going to seed you with my HIV. There is no stopping it now! When I breed you I'm going to infect you!” Tommy managed to get “Oh no! Not poz!” out without giggling as he “struggled” against his restraints. “Beg me for it! Beg me to poz you, you little slut” Zeke snarled and he slapped Tommy’s ass hard Tommy pushed back his ass like a cat in heat “Ohhh that feels so good! Please cum in me! Give me your dirty seed! Make me your poz cum dump!” spouting such naughty words for a first timer Zeke let out a groan “Here it comes boy!” as he rammed in shooting his poison cum deep into his lover’s ass. “You are mine now!” as Tommy shot his load, his cock untouched as always into the conveniently placed towel under him. Zeke released him and they turned off all the cameras then looked at each other and cracked up falling onto the bed to laugh and kiss for a while. Tommy would edit all the footage down to a very hot video they would watch occasionally for years They managed to get everything cleaned up, showered and dressed normally sitting at diner that evening in perfect innocence. Tommy’s mom was an excellent cook and they complemented her dinner profusely for all that it had been a casserole she had made days ago and frozen “Thank you dears” She said warmly “And I hope you enjoyed your afternoon alone today. Intimate time is so important for a young couple” she continued with a sly twinkle in her eyes They both almost choked and Zeke found out where Tommy’s sense of humor came from, *********** Dale wiped off the counter in his Dad’s shop. He always thought of it as that though his dad had been gone five years now and his mom owned the 49% of the shop that was theirs, Dad had started the shop with money from Ze-corp who despite owning 51% of the shop only took 30% of the net profits now, That had dropped with no explanation a few months ago. Just a memo instructing them to change the percentage they sent. Dale had very little reason to complain about their relationship with Ze-corp. It allowed him to combine his inventory orders with other businesses the corporation owned, getting them much better prices. Ze-corp also provided health insurance at a greatly discounted price a small business could never negotiate. Dale complained anyway. Dale complained about everything. He was convinced that life had somehow cheated him though deep inside je knew it was his own actions that caused most of his problems He looked out the front of the shop and saw his cousin Tommy and his fiancé sitting at the outdoor café across the street. He honestly regretted his outburst at the party brought on by petty jealousy but he would never admit that. Zeke seemed to be looking thoughtfully at the shop, As Dale turned away to another task he saw Zeke take out his phone and make a call. Zeke had been thinking about Dale and what to do about him as he sat looking at the shop. He could crush the man’s life easily but when he looked at Dale he saw Tommy’s face just a little older. He couldn’t destroy someone with that face. He was 50% owner of Ze-Corp, the company his grandfather had built and left to him, Tommy owned the other 50% though he didn’t know that yet. When he had figured out that Tommy’s relatives co-owned one of his subsidiaries he had reduced the percentage of the profits they paid. They were Tommy's family and it was a small thing. Making a decision he asked Tommy to go up the street and get them both ice-cream which would take him at least half an hour because the ice-cream shop was small and busy then he called the Ze-Corp office having them patch him through the local shop here where Dale’s mom answered. He had the Ze-Corp people introduce him and confirm that he indeed was the owner then he explained that he was also Tommy’s fiance and he told her his plan finishing up a few minutes before Tommy returned. As Dale closed and locked the front door his mom came out of the office :Who were you on the phone with so long earlier?” he asked “Ze-corp” she said “What do they want now? Are they raising what we pay back up again?” he asked “Sit down and shut up” she snapped, pointing to a chair “What they wanted was to let us know about a new mental health initiative they are launching. For the next five years they are removing any caps on our use of mental health services and will even be covering our deductibles. I’m going to be taking advantage of this and so are you.” Actually Zeke was covering the increased costs out of his pocket “I’m just fine, I don’t need a shrink! I’m not telling some stranger everything about me so they can judge me!” he said hotly “You are going to take advantage of this” She said firmly “And what will you do if I don’t” he sneered “I will fire you, the shop is mine and Ze-Corp’s not yours and I have always had personnel control of it. I get complaints about your shitty attitude constantly and it’s affecting business. You will get help for your anger issues and I will see progress or you will be looking for a job!” Dale’s mental health journey took years but in the end he became a better man for it. Eventually people forgot the old Dale as they came to know and respect the new one. He would eventually apologize to Tommy, Zeke and the entire family and he was forgiven, That’s what families do, ********************* Ezekiel was pleasantly surprised. Dale had been diverted much earlier than he had thought possible. The most likely future had him deteriorating to the point he would perpetrate a mass shooting incident. Tommy and Zeke would have had several chances to divert him but this was a line he had not foreseen. There was something odd about Zeke and Tommy together. It was like they had access to more paths than they should. So far it had only lead to positive things but it need watching ************************************************************************ Hey folks I hope you are enjoying Zeke’s Tales. Any comments or suggestions would be appreciated, Scanbu

Eleventh day (20 March) My first night in New York was a blast… Finally, I have arrived at New York. After I checked in the hotel and occupied my room, I started to plan the next days in New York. It’s needless to say I tried to figure not only when and how to visit the tourist attractions but the regular evening sex programs too. I stayed in Manhattan, close to the Time Square, so it was easy because the majority of the programs were close to there. Before I left Hungary, I registered for some websites where the sex events were collected and kept updated. Since I am a big fun of Asian boys, I booked one for Saturday. The rest of the days I had more options, I didn’t decide yet. I concentrated on Wednesday. I found one, which seemed interesting: Dad Son Bro Party. I liked the scheme, I like to be dad for twinks and son for hot silver fox or silver bear daddies. I went there and a cute twink greeted me at the entrance. There was another hot bearded guy who handled the payment. I undressed and went inside. There were two rooms used in the quite large apartment. One young moustached guy and a couple of middle aged and 1-2 older men were there. The young was fucked by a hot latin guy in a sling. Three guys were sucking and fucking on a coach. A bottom, a versa and a top. When they split, the bottom guy came to me and started to suck me. Soon a new guy appeared. Tall, slim, hairy, in my age with huge cock. Our eyes caught each other and he headed directly to me. We started to kiss and my hand started to play with his cock. It became bigger. I signalled politely to the bottom to stop sucking my cock he didn’t care. I told him , thanks but please stop. He didn’t care. I hated this and also I hated to that but I had to push him a bit over. It effected. I went to my knees and started to suck the big cock. The bottom lied down and continued to suck me. The top was embarrassed somehow so he went away. But not much later we met again and started when we finished. But the bottom appeared again and we split soon. Not much later another bottom appeared and we started to make it up. He sucked me and after a while my tongue was in his ass soon. The top came and stared at me bewitched as I started to bareback the newer bottom. He started to suck him. But after a while the top stepped up to the coach and gave his cock to me. It was amazing to suck and fuck in the same time. He enjoyed it but interrupted soon, went down and stood at my ass. I touched his tool and pushed to my ass. But he went away. I was upset. It was so annoying that I decided to leave this top in me. When the bottom needed some break I went to seek the top. He was fucking the young moustached guy. I went there and offered my cock. The young started to suck me. Then the latino appeared stroking his dick. I touched it and he was in my mouth soon. The top nodded offering the young guy’s ass. The latino and he changed the positions. I thought now or never and said loudly: my turn, fuck me. He looked surprised and satisfied in the same time. Pushed me down in front of the young and shoved his cock in me. While we both were fucked we started to kiss. After a while the two fucker looked at each other, nodded and they changed. After a while the latino finished and left. The top nodded and I occupied his position. He pushed me down and started to fuck me while I was fucking the young. He became faster and his breath became heavier and then he gave me his couple of huge loads. We finished because the young boy also came. I took a short break when the young cutie from the entrance appeared naked. He looked at me intensely, grabbing my head and gave me a passionate kiss. My cock was in his mouth soon. He turned back, went to doggy and looked back: breed me. Not yet - I replied and started to eat his ass. His ass was a smooth, caramel bubble butt and tasted amazing. When his hole was wet enough I pushed my cock deep in his hole and fucked him. I was extremely horny and pretty close but tried to keep my load back. So I could fuck him quite long we changed the positions, I fucked him missionary and he rode me, finally we were in doggy again when I couldn’t wait more and with loud moaning I deposited my daily load in him. We split when he we started to kiss and his hands were on my ass. He started to play with my hole and felt the cum in me. Are you versa? - looked at me surprised. Fuck yeah - I smirked at him. Wanne me to fuck you? -he asked. I nodded saying: Breed me! He tossed me onto the couch and without any hesitation he started to slurp out the strange cum and then he pushed his cock in me. It lasted only ten minutes, but he didn’t stop even for a second until he gave me the second load of the night. Thanks, but I must go back he smiled at me and disappeared. I needed a break again. I drank some water, washed my face when I realised that the other guy from the desk was inside naked and fucked the moustached young. I went closer , stroking my dick. The young asked my tool for sucking. We spit roasted him for a while when we changed. Then we changed again. It repeated a couple of times when once I was on my back, the young was sucking me while he was fucked, when he stopped to pamper my cock and slipped up. He reached my face and we started to kiss. Then I felt his cock at my hole. I was surprised but who can say no? I spread my legs and then the counter desk guy pushed my legs back and the young was in me. I love to be the bottom bottom in a threesome because I can feel two guys’ weight. Unfortunately it couldn’t work for a long time. Somehow it ended and the young left. We stayed there with the other top. I understood his look and offered him my ass. He didn’t hesitate and stated to fuck me immediately. He kept strong my legs and he didn’t stop it while he was fucking. And he fucked me for 20-30 minutes in the same position. I knew well this look. He wanted to come. And he did. He was loud and intense. And deposited a big dose of cum in me. The party visible was close to the end. I dressed up and said goodbye when the caramel cutie grabbed me: wanna drink with me something? Why not? I need 15 minutes, wait for me. Long story short we had a spontaneous date with getting drunk, had conversations and kissing at the bar encounter and which ended in my hotel room where we fucked each other again. Unfortunately we couldn’t meet again, even though we planned it during my stay in New York all along.

Went to ESMC in NYC over the weekend. Got there around 5 PM. Anyone who has ever been there knows how hit and miss the place can be. To be honest, though it was crowded, it was pretty dull at first. (One of those times where everyone one is walking around like zombies looking for who knows what.) But I eventually ran into this handsome Latino. I played with a few times in the past. Good looking guy is late 50s, decent build and a nice cock. One of those tops who is a real gent when it comes to bottoms. Lots of caresses and kisses, telling you how beautiful and sexy you are, before eating your ass like it is his first meal in a month. On top of all that, he really knows how to fuck a guy. For long, my ankles were up on his shoulders, and he was pounding sweet and long. Like every other time I have played with him, I found myself moaning and begging for more and actually crying out in total ecstasy. He then turned me around and had me on my knees face buried my pillow, just begging for his load. When he finally came, his beautiful thick and uncut cock got even thicker before pumping a huge load up my ass. He kept that beautiful and thick dick in my ass after he came, given a few slow strokes before pulling out. Well, I was still up on my knees, face, buried, and trying to catch my breath, Kissed both my ass cheeks, and then worked his way up to the back of my neck, and then thanking me before leaving the room. As I stayed there on my knees, face still buried in the pillow, trying to catch my breath, I heard the door of my room close. Someone climbed onto the bed behind me and grabbed both of my hips, then slid what felt like a pretty thick cock into my gooey hole. Whoever it was, took a few test strokes, then gave my ass a real pounding. I was actually blubbering and begging him both to fuck me hard and slow down at the same time. Not sure who this guy was, but he had staying power. Not sure how long he pounded my ass before he started groaning and even pounding faster. he finally shoved his dick all the way in and gave a growl, depositing yet another load up my ass. Then he got up without a word and left me with my ass in the air, my hole gaping and leaking, my balls and inner thighs. since I was having such a good time, I stayed there on my knees with my ass in the air. Not sure how long I remain like that, but finally, I heard my door shutting again and someone else climbing up behind me. This guy rubbed my cheeks and spread them open before he started eating me out. Again, I found myself moaning. Eventually, he decided to fuck me. He was not quite as thick as the last two guys, but it felt good. He also like to slap my ass cheeks as you fucked me. It did not take him very long before he also came up my hole. He left soon after. About that time, my knees were getting pretty sore, so I laid down in the dark on my stomach, with my towel over my head. I took a look at my watch and saw that it was only quarter after 6. I probably laid like that for 10 or 15 minutes before I felt someone climbing into bed and straddling me. Whoever this guy was, he just started to push his cock in, and without fanfare, he started to fuck me. It was about that time I realized there was another guy standing next to the bed watching naked getting fucked. Since it became obvious that the door was open, not sure if he was the only one watching us or not. But when the guy straddling my ass grunted and shot his load, the guy who was watching us took his place. This guy pulled me back up onto my knees before he started to plow my ass. He did not last long before dropping his own load up my ass. After this guy got up and left, I rolled over and set up. With my foot, I shut the door and turned up the light. After a couple of minutes, I got up and took a quick shower. All the while, I tried to do my best to keep those five loads inside of me. Of course, by that time being well fucked, I was leaking down my thighs. Got to admit it felt great After I rinsed off, I went back to my room and sat there with the light pretty low. About that time this 30 something black guy poke his head in the doorway to say hi and ask if he could come in. I told him of course, and asked if he was a top. He laughed and told me that he was most certainly a top. I got to admit that when he dropped his towel, there was some serious BBC action going on under there. He had me get on all fours at the edge of the bed, well he stood behind me and grabbed my hips, working that big beautiful cock into me. Even though I had just been fucked multiple times, that monster still stretched me out. He also fucked me long and slow, pulling out just about the tip before pushing his way all the way in until his balls slept against my balls. He also had quite a bit of stamina and longevity. I have no idea how long he fucked me, but damn it good. And when he finally came, he just kept on stroking in and out of my hole. Before long, he was back to full speed again until he dropped a second load. When he did, he collapsed over my back, both of us are sweaty and panting mess After he finally caught his breath and left, I got up and dressed, and checked out. On the way home on the LIRR, I could feel all those loads seeping out and soaking my boxer briefs. I got that sitting in that gooey mess, I was hard most of the ride home

It started out innocently enough. I sometimes receive messages here at Breeding Zone from guys who like my stories and occasionally I exchange messages with them. Not long ago, after I posted a popular story in the “Bug Chasing and Gift Giving Fiction” section, I found a message waiting for me from an admirer who tagged himself Your Dream Daddy: “Hey, Scout: I really like your stuff. I’m curious about whether your name is really Andy, whether you have a wife/ex-wife named Beth who found out you were secretly gay, whether she forced you out of the closet and feminized you in the process. In other words, how much of it is real?” I don’t usually respond beyond thanking a reader for telling me my stories turn him on. For some reason, though, I decided to be honest with him. I replied: “Hey, Dream Daddy: I love your online tag! Yes, my name is Andy and I was married to Beth. When our kids were grown, I decided I was tired of trying to be straight. My sexual fantasies were exclusively about other men and bottoming for them. Not surprisingly, our sex life had withered to almost nothing. One day she asked me directly if I was gay. I told her that I thought I was. She said I needed to start living as my true self and we agreed to separate. Soon I had a boyfriend and she reunited with an old flame. I’m now her gay BFF.” Dream Daddy wrote back: “What about being turned into a sissy? The parts about wearing her jewelry, even her engagement ring? I find the idea of topping a feminized man very erotic.” I hesitated, not sure how much I wanted to share with a near-stranger. I figured it was safe enough, since I could always just stop replying or tell him some parts were still private. I replied: “I do have a pretty Seiko wristwatch like hers, very feminine. On the rare occasions when we made love, I found I could only cum when I imagined I was the one being fucked, wearing the watch I had given her on our 20th anniversary. After we split, I bought one for myself. As for the engagement ring, she returned it to me after the divorce. I had it resized to fit me. But I’ve never been comfortable enough with a man to wear either one in bed. That part is still a fantasy.” A few days passed, then he wrote again: “Andy, you write a lot about being pozzed, usually with you being hesitant. I understand why. It is a life-altering decision. How seriously are you considering it? You can see from my profile that I am HIV positive and not on meds.” It was my turn to hesitate. Why was I so fascinated by bug chasing? It was central to nearly every gay fantasy I have. Yet I’ve always practiced safe sex with my male partners, even the ones I knew were negative. Maybe I wanted a new level of connection, of intimacy, of being linked forever to a man who would breed me and leave me with a “baby”, even if it was a toxic one. Of course, I also thought about his last line. A lot. Asking me if I was serious about getting pozzed and then telling me he was positive didn’t sound like an accidental connection. It sounded like an invitation. We were moving into new, dangerous, and very exciting territory. Two weeks passed before I reached out again to Dream Daddy: “Sorry for the long delay. I wasn’t sure I wanted to continue this conversation. I’ve thought a lot about your questions. I am both scared and incredibly excited at the thought. Am I right to think you might be interested in taking me to a place I’ve been dreaming about?” “Yes,” came the reply. I took a deep breath. Here was a man offering to fulfill my most intense fantasy. The thought was romantic and arousing at the same time. So, naturally, I took out my favorite dildo, greased it up, and fucked myself while pretending I had Dream Daddy’s cock inside me instead of my latex buddy. When I came the sensation was amazing and my load enormous. I was so turned on I licked up my own cum, feeling like a complete slut. The experience left me trembling. I needed to take the ultimate step, with Dream Daddy. My next message to him read: “Maybe you are the one. What’s your real name? Is that your photo under your profile? Do you really live in [X]? Because that’s very close to where I am.” He quickly answered: “My name is Dave. That’s my pic. Yes, that’s where I live. I’m 6’2” tall and about 220 pounds and I have an 8” cock. I would love to meet you. I’ve never knowingly pozzed someone. The idea excites me, too.” Time to take a deep breath, I told myself. I was on the cusp of moving ahead into a new phase of a relationship with a man I had never met. But the thought, the desire, no, the hunger wouldn’t leave me. I had to feel Dave’s bare, toxic cock inside me. A day later, I wrote to him: “I would love to host you for a visit. A weekend, maybe longer if you have the time. I feel you are the man with whom I can finally be myself.” “Super!” he quickly answered. “I am due for vacation in two weeks. I’ll drive up. And I won’t be bringing any condoms. If you change your mind, I’ll understand. Just let me know.” Those next two weeks were a blur. Several times I started to send Dave a message calling off our date, but I never sent it. Instead, I gave him my address, phone number, and a photo of me. He said I was cute and he was even more thrilled about making love to me. I like it that he used the term “making love” – it made me feel special. I wanted the experience to be special for both of us. Finally, the day arrived. After I cleaned myself out, I dressed in a tight t-shirt and short-shorts. I put on my watch and the engagement ring, the diamond glistening in the light of the bedroom. My watch looked so dainty on my slender wrist. I examined myself in the mirror and saw an effeminate sissy looking back at me. I thought to myself, this is who I really am, and felt a tingle go up my spine as I contemplated what was about to happen. A little after 7:00 in the evening, I heard a car pull up. Looking out the window, I saw a tall, burly man with close-cropped grey hair and a full beard. Dave looked a lot like his photo. A masculine hunk. The doorbell rang, and I opened it to see Dave smiling at me, flowers in hand. I gave him a warm smile and said, “Dream Daddy, I presume?” He laughed and declared, “I hope so!” He stepped inside and kissed me passionately. I pulled away to take the flowers. After I put them in a vase, I led him by the hand into my living room. I could feel the strength of his grip; my fingers were much more delicate. We sat on my couch, sipped wine, and made small talk. He made me feel very comfortable and the way he looked at me made me feel sexy. Soon he took our glasses and set them on the table. Then he pulled me into his arms and we started to make out, his tongue exploring my mouth. He paused and looked at my pretty watch and ring. “These fit you like they were made for you, Andy.” He kissed me again, hard, with lust. “I’d love to see how they look when they’re the only things you’re wearing.” I stood up and said, “Only one way to find out.” I took Dave’s hand and guided him toward my bedroom. Once there we quickly shed our clothes. He was so much bigger and more manly than me that I felt small and feminine. His cock, semi-erect, looked enormous; mine, fully hard and pointing at him, wasn’t nearly as long or as thick. He pulled me to him and we resumed our intense kissing. His strength made me feel secure in his embrace. He’s the one, I thought. I ran my hands up his strong arms and thrilled at the light glinting off my diamond ring. This was what I had always dreamed about, being the female half of a couple about to engage in the intimate act of breeding. The experience was so much more intense than regular safe sex with another man, much as I enjoyed that. For a moment, I thought about what my ex would say if she saw me now, and I was turned on even more. “Sit here, Dream Daddy,” I coaxed him, and guided him to the edge of the bed. I knelt between his legs and began to lick the round, mushroom head of his cock, glistening with his pre-cum. I loved the taste! I slowly took more of him in my mouth as he tilted his head back and moaned softly. Then he drew my head back and looked deep into my eyes. “Andy, are you ready to do this?” “Yes, Daddy,” I said. Suddenly my mouth went try and I began to tremble. “You understand that once I am inside you, I won’t stop. Even if you beg me, it’ll be too late.” “I understand.” “Climb on the bed and lie on your belly.” I did as he said, grasping my pillow. I looked up and saw on my night table a photograph of my ex, smiling down at me. Dave climbed onto the bed and spread my legs apart. I felt his warm breath on my puckered boi cunt and then his tongue started to probe within me. It felt so wonderful! Dave took at some lube and began to work it into my butt hole. At first he was gentle but as he went deeper I felt a sharp pain as he scratched me inside. I knew it was intentional – he wanted his cum to mix with my blood, so his poison seed could become a part of me. I winced but did not object. I knew the moment had come. He withdrew his finger. Then he reached for a Kleenex and rubbed it on my ass. He held it in front of me and I saw blood on it. A wave of doubt washed over me but I said nothing. The bed shook as Dave positioned himself on his knees between my legs. I felt the knob of his cock at the entrance to my ass. A pause. “Andy, tell me what you want.” I looked back over my shoulder at him. A strong, handsome man, ready to fulfill my deepest desire, ready to impregnate me. The moment I had been waiting for, fantasizing about, writing stories about. Now it was about to become real. “Take me, Daddy. I need your toxic seed. I want us to be joined forever.” The pressure of his cock increased. My ass resisted and I felt an intense burning sensation. Then I opened to the intruder as my sphincter relaxed. Deeper and deeper he went. I felt the incredible warmth and fullness, taking me to a place beyond mere pleasure. I’m not sure his bare cock felt different than a covered one, but the emotional thrill was astonishing, more intense than anything I had ever experienced. Finally, his pubic hair rested against my butt cheeks. He was fully inside me. We were joined as I had never been joined with anyone before. He paused and I turned my head to the side. Dave held my face and kissed me deeply. “Andy, I never imagined how this would feel for me. To be inside you raw, knowing how much you want my gift and how special it is to share it with you. Thank you for choosing me.” It was so sweet of him to say! All doubt vanished in that instant. He began to move in and out, his weight pressing me into the bed. He intertwined his fingers with mine. The contrast was dramatic – his thick, manly fingers and my thin, effeminate ones. He spoke softly into my ear, “Your watch and ring are so pretty, just like in your stories. I am so happy I could make it real for you.” “Yes, Daddy, this is just how I imagined it would be.” He picked up the pace of his thrusts. Now his balls began to slap loudly against my ass cheeks. He grunted loudly; I made “ah” sounds, like a sissy in a porn film. I knew he was close. And then the final pause and the release inside me, followed by rapid bucking in and out and his deep grunts with each pulse. Could I really feel the wetness or did I only think so? I turned my head and we exchanged a long, deep fuck kiss, his tongue everywhere in my mouth. Dave spoke first. “That was so intense. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so much inside my partner. Are you going to write about us for Breeding Zone?” I paused and thought about it. I had written up so many fantasies. Now it would be real. “Yes,” I finally said. Dave whispered softly, “Promise you’ll use our real names. I want everyone to know what I did to you, and how much we both loved it.” “Of course I will, Daddy.” We both fell asleep. When I awoke, I found myself spooning with Dave, his strong arm wrapped around me as I pressed my back and ass against him. I wiggled my butt against his crotch and felt him getting hard from the friction. He soon stirred. “Turn on your back,” he said. I did as he directed and pulled my legs up and apart to invite him inside me. Then I reached down to guide him to my moist hole and place the tip of his dick at the entrance. In moments he was deep inside me again. The fullness was delicious. Dave wrapped his hand around my cock and pulled on it, timed to his thrusts. I rested my calves on his shoulders and gripped his muscular forearms with my dainty hands. I could see my pretty watch and ring in the light of my bedside lamp. So often had I imagined being in this position, the effeminate bottom eager to please his top. And somehow this was even better than the fantasy, because now there was a real man with me, buried deep inside me, his face a picture of the pleasure a man experiences when he’s about to leave his seed inside his willing mate. Me. Pumped firmly by Dave’s knowing hand, I soon exploded in an orgasm that rivalled an earthquake. I soared and came back to earth. Dave was close, too. “Fuck me, Daddy! Yes, like that! Fuck me and cum inside me,” I pleaded. His thrusts became more urgent, faster, and deeper. Then the guttural, masculine grunt and the eruption inside me. Dave finally collapsed, totally spent, his wonderful masculine weight pressing me down. I wrapped my legs around his back and held him close. He started kissing me deeply again. I never wanted our mouths to separate. A few minutes later he slipped out of me and rolled over. I felt his cum dribbling from my stretched cunt. Curious, I went to the bathroom and wiped myself. The paper was stained with his cum and my blood. I felt sure his toxic seed had found its way into me and would soon take over my body. When I woke up again, the morning sun was streaming into the room. I decided to wake Dave with a blow job. He rolled onto his back, grinned, and said, “Andy, you are insatiable.” “Is that a problem, sweetie?” I asked. Then I climbed on top of him, straddling his waist with my legs, and guided his hard cock to my butt hole. and letting just the knob inside me. I spread my cheeks and lowered myself onto his dick, slowly, until I was fully impaled. I kissed him deeply, then rested my hands on his chest as I began to rock forward and back. The bright sunlight glinted off my jewelry, with my diamond solitaire reflecting a prism of colored lights off the ceiling. I finally knew the pleasure a woman experiences when she commits herself to one man, to being together forever. Dave gripped my hips and met my rocking motion with stronger and faster thrusts of his own. I could feel the tension building within him. I remembered what it was like to be the male half of a sexual union. At one time I had even enjoyed it, though that was a long time ago. This was soooo much better! All I wanted was to feel Dream Daddy’s climax, his moment of male satisfaction. I did not have long to wait. I heard his now-familiar deep grunt and the forceful exhale that signaled his orgasm. More of his seed began its journey, to join with my blood. We had mated successfully – of that I was certain. After another short rest, Dave went into the shower while I went into the kitchen to fix us breakfast. I heard him singing as the water poured over him. I smiled. In my head, I began to compose the story I would type on my computer later in the weekend: “It started out innocently enough. I sometimes receive messages here at Breeding Zone….”

As Cal approached Zeke showed no outward sign of tension but inwardly he braced himself. Nothing however could have prepared him for what happened though. “Tom, isn’t it?” Cal said shaking Tommy’s hand “It’s going to take me a couple weeks to get all the names sorted out.” “Close enough, Tom works” Tommy laughed Cal smiled then turned to Zeke. He seemed to deflate and with the air of a puppy who has been scolded and is trying to make amends he quickly stepped to Zeke, wrapped his arms around his waist laid his head on his chest and said meekly “Zeke, I know I went radio silent on you for a couple months. I went into a huge depression after my diagnosis and I could barely function. I was not surprised to find my number blocked when I tried it. I never even tried the credit card. I just cut it up. Then I saw on the hookup sites that you were listing your status as poz and I figured it out. I must have infected you somehow! I’m such an idiot! I pulled another vanishing act right when we needed to be communicating the most! Can you ever forgive me baby?” Zeke stood stiff armed through this, his mind working very fast. He glanced at Tommy quickly. He was grateful he had told Tommy about Cal. Once their feelings for each other had come out into the open they both discovered how little they truly knew about the men they loved and long talks about life stories had followed, Zeke was glad he had been both detailed and brutally honest about the whole thing and to his surprise Tommy had approved. “You told me about your childhood and who you were back then and the first time you let someone in they do that? I’m surprised you didn’t turn into a serial killer and it explains so much about you. Do you know how incredible you are? After all that you let me in. I can’t imagine how hard it was to admit you loved me to me. The route you took was a bit extreme but it led you to me. To us. How can I condemn you for that?” Tommy had said once he had heard every grisly detail. The young man’s eyes were not shocked or jealous but had a coldly calculating look as he put two and two together. This was THAT Cal and somehow he had totally missed what Zeke had truly done to him… or so he said. As he caught Zeke’s glance he looked at the pathetically sobbing Cal and gave a helpless shrug. Zeke sighed and put his arms around the crying Cal and in typical Zeke fashion said “We can talk about it” making no promises. They sat n a coffee shop. Cal had cast several annoyed glances at Tommy who was not going anywhere. Cal obviously wanted to get Zeke alone and thought Tommy was the interloper here. finally asking “So how do you know Zeke, Tom?” “We have been dating a few months” Tommy replied and fought the urge to make some possessive move like taking Zeke’s hand in his. What he said was true if not complete and he felt confident in what he had with Zeke. “Thomas has come to mean a lot to me” Zeke said then took Tommy’s hand in his. It was totally different when Zeke did it. It was not a sign of insecurity it was proclaiming to the world that this Boy belonged to him and he was treasured. Tommy melted just a little Cal’s eyes narrowed for a second then with a friendly smile he said “I’m so happy for you two! Maybe we can get together someday and trade Zeke stories. It’s so hard to get him to open up. It took me months! I can tell you some things that drive him wild in bed though. He always said I was the best. Though I’m sure you are now in his eyes naw” and he put a hand on Zeke’s arm trying to stake a prior claim Three weeks ago Tommy would have had to agree about getting Zeke to open up but that dance had changed everything. “We are getting to know each other. That’s the exciting part of a new relationship. Isn’t it?” Tommy said sounding and looking so much like the wide eyed teen he no longer was Zeke was impressed “Oh and the sex is incredible! I have learned so much!” Tommy continued gushing and Zeke hid his smile at the annoyance in Cal’s eyes when he realized his barbs had totally missed. Cal was a “cast off” no better than those guys at the baths and they both knew it. The conversation went on for a while but this reunion was obviously not going how Cal had imagined and he soon made excuses and left after extracting a promise from Zeke to get together soon and talk about old times “He’s not to subtle is he?” Tommy asked as they walked home “We caught him off guard, surprises always rattle him. You however adapt very quickly, I was impressed.” Zeke said, putting his arm around Tommy’s shoulder as they walked, which was a first in public. Tommy leaned into him “I doubt he will give up though. I think he sees you as a toy he can play with anytime he wants then put it back on the shelf” he said reflectively “He wants his toy back now that someone else has it. He really has no idea who you really are does he?” “I will teach him who I am if I have to” Zeke said darkly his ice blue eyes glinting That evening Cal did some research, looking up Tommy’s student records, His home address was listed as Zeke’s apartment. More than dating then. Reading his entrance exam evaluation and from his own first week assessment of the boy he certainly had the talent to be here despite his late application but he also knew Zeke had made a large donation to the school about that time. For “Dating a few months” Zeke seemed to be taking a huge hand in the boy’s life and Cal wanted to know why. It couldn't be love, not that fast. Not with someone who wasn't Cal Cal was not the type to just be happy for the two and move on. He had taken this job fully intending to eventually encounter Zeke and make him his again. His “radio silence” had not been depression. A man he had been seeing in Chicago, who spoiled him even more than Zeke had, had whisked him away for a weekend in Paris and proposed and then dumped him a couple months later when he learned of Cal’s status. Cal honestly thought that stagehand the cast nicknamed “The Donkey” had infected him as a couple months after his diagnosis several other cast members had turned up poz. The fact that Cal had been fucking and getting fuckees by all of them never really occurring to him. Cal was the definition of self centered. Despite all the evidence to the contrary Cal thought this Tom or Tommy or whatever could be brushed aside easily and once that was done Zeke would be his again. Tommy was enjoying college. The classes were challenging, especially Cal’s class. Aside from occasional inquiries about how Zeke was doing things remained casual, Cal worked Tommy no harder than the other students, the praise and criticisms he received were merited or deserved, “Maybe we misjudged him” Tommy thought after a few weeks but he never dropped his guard. Tommy made friends with several of his fellow gay first years. Some of them were frustrated with the selection on the hookup apps now that they were away from parental control. Tommy casually mentioned the baths he and Zeke frequented. They had all met Zeke as he often walked Tommy to the school or met him for lunch at the gate as his office was just across the street and several of them sighed over how lucky Tommy was and asked the most inappropriate questions which Tommy answered in wicked detail. Zeke was sitting on his throne in the back room with Tommy bent over his knee being spanked and loving every second of it when Al, one of Tommy’s school friends, peeked through the door. Spotting him Tommy waved with a smile as the spanking continued. As Al approached Zeke set Tommy in front of him on the throne pulling him back against him and draping one arm languidly over his shoulder. “Greetings Al” Zeke said with a sultry smile below those burning eyes of his “Hi!” Al said taking in the scene and then turning to can the entire back room where several men looked back with interest. “You weren’t kidding about this place, it’s every nasty dream I have ever had since I found kinky porn online.” he said to Tommy “Why don’t you give our novice friend a tour?” Zeke said Tommy nodded and rose taking Al by the arm Al’s eyes went a bit wide as he saw the biohazard tattoo above Zeke’s cock and took in his evil looking persona. Then his eyes were drawn down to the motion of Zeke’s finger rubbing that vein as his smile turned slightly wicked. Al was an attractive boy, ginger and freckled all over “Come on” Tommy laughed, pulling his friend away and showing him the wonders of the bathhouse with it’s wanton masculine sexuality on full display. Places like this were havens where gay men could truly be themselves without societies ever judging eyes on them. “Is Zeke poz?” Al asked as they walked through the corridors looking through the open doors at the sensual, turgid delights displayed there. “Yes” Tommy answered simply "And you?” Al asked sounding scared and turned on at the same time “Probably” Tommy shrugged “We don’t let anything come between us when we fuck” “Wow” was all the response he got though Tommy noticed the front of his towel bulging out a bit more, “If you are going to come to places like this. If this is the type of free for all sex life you want then it’s a risk, even a probability. The man I love is poz and I don’t want to have to think about it every time he fucks me. When it happens at least I know where it came from. We are not monogamous but so far only Zeke has fucked me since we met.” Tommy said matter-of-factly as they came back to the back room, As they got back to Zeke who watched them approach, still rubbing that vein with his long thin finger said “Welcome back boys” in that menace tinted sultry voice he used when he was intent on new prey and Al nodded nervously. Tommy backed into the wall beside the throne pulling Al with him and kissing him his hands roaming his body as they made out, finding the ginger’s towel and pushing it to the floor as Zeke came up behind him. Al kissed back. He had nursed a crush for Tommy since they met. His eyes widened as he felt Zeke behind him his cock nudging his ass. He was no virgin but had always played safe before. “Wait…” he started to say “Shhhh baby boy, just let it happen” Tommy whispered in his ear biting his earlobe then moving down to suck and chew on his neck as the ginger moaned helplessly in pleasure. Tommy’s hands moved down his sides to his ass pulling his cheeks apart giving Zeke better access to that neg hole. Zeke slid balls deep in slowly his bony fingers pinching his victim’s nipples adding to the overwhelming sensations keeping Al docile and receptive as Tommy’s lips sucked leaving marks on that freckled neck. Al moaned tilting his head back against Zeke’s shoulder exposing his neck further to Tommy’s ministrations as Zeke slid in and out of him totally lost to the pleasure these two were wreaking on his body. “It’s like being trapped between an angel and a demon and it feels so good” was the most rational thought his mind could form as Zeke’s pace picked up finally ending in a brutal thrust deep into his guts and that strange new wet feeling inside as Zeke’s virus filled cum shot inside him. Zeke stepped back and to his surprise Tommy stepped around Al and pushed him face first and slammed his cock up that defenseless ginger ass and begin a quick paced breeding of his own finally adding his cum to Zeke’s with a groan. As they all caught their breath Al still seemed a bit out of it. “I don’t want to just leave him hare, he’s a friend” Tommy said Zeke nodded and turned, motioning to a man with a biohazard tattoo on his shoulder who had been watching the entire scene. Zeke knew him to be a firm but gentle silver bear and that he had a thing for young redheads. “Take care of him” Zeke said The man nodded and guided the still slightly dazed Al out of the backroom and down the corridor, probably towards a private room. Al’s night was not over yet Zeke thought with a smirk A couple days later when Tommy saw Al in the hall on the way to a class he walked with a confident swagger not bothering to hide the marks on his neck Tommy had put there or the thin leather collar padlocked there. “Nice collar” Tommy said his own silver necklace bouncing as he jogged to catch up. “Daddy gave it to me” Al said with pride “Daddy?” Tommy asked ‘The guy you two sent me off with the other night. His name is George but he likes me to call him Daddy” Al said without a hint of a blush. “Congratulations!” Tommy said warmly as the continued towards class

We walk back to my place and the mood is much lighter now. Josh is very affectionate but discrete. As we wait to cross at lights, he stands behind me and discretely has his hands on me every chance he gets. It blows my mind cause and am more a stocky build and nothing flash to look at, but he doesn’t seem to care. I’m conscious of the fact that as we walk home, he has left part of himself inside me, and my body is slowly absorbing his DNA. This is so hot. And he keeps flashing me that gorgeous smile. Another thing I am not used to seeing on someone. As we get closer to home and there are less people around, he puts his arm around me as we walk. Just his presence has me rock hard. Something he repeatedly points out as it is hard to hide. I am worried about other people noticing. We get into the lift at my apartment building and there is another lady in the lift. I am on the top floor, and she is obviously getting off halfway up. I think to myself that the second she is out of the lift I just want to kiss Josh so bad. To my shock he doesn’t wait. The second the door closes and with her in the lift he just grabs me and kisses me tongue and all. He doesn’t stop until we are on my floor, and he is holding my hand until we get to my door. As soon as we are inside me apartment, he has me against the wall kissing me and undoing my pants. Before I know it he is on his knees and giving me the best head I have ever had. After the night so far, I am wet with precum and so turn on that within seconds I am exploding down his throat. He swallows every drop and is back up kissing me, and I taste my own cum in his kisses. We go on to the balcony and he lights up another smoke as we chat a bit. I am pointing to some of the Melbourne city highlights and Josh is behind me with his hands exploring my body from behind. I can feel he is rock hard again and his cock is struggling to get out of his pants. Again, without any words, he just pulls down the back of my pants and pulls his cock out and slides right in again while on the balcony. This time is slower and more passionate. He just rests his rock-hard cock inside me as he hugs me from behind and is talking to me about the views and his week. All whilst balls deep inside me and slowly sliding in and out. After at least ten minutes like this he is starting to speed up and then stops whilst inside me and says, “are you sure about this? I’m not on meds and there is a good chance this will take”. I am literally in heaven and reply, “good. Cause I have been off prep for two months now. I want you inside me.” He speeds up and within minutes he says, “fuck, here it comes again babe” and with one last deep thrust I can feel him flooding my insides with his second load as he breaths heavily on my neck and kisses my neck. He doesn’t go soft and just stands there behind me kissing my neck and occasionally my lips as I turn my head around. Still rock hard and still balls deep plugging my hole, he makes no effort to pull out. It feels amazing and I just want his cock to stay inside me forever. He slowly starts fucking me again and it feels just so natural having him inside me. Then he says, “I got one more for you” and then I feel another load flooding my inside and his body shudder as he releases another toxic load inside me. After a few more minutes he goes soft and there is a pop as his cock slides out. I turn around and feel as though we are devouring each other as we make out with a passion I have not felt in many years. I step back and look at this gorgeous young man knowing he has left a part of him inside me that will most likely change my life forever. For the first time all night I slowly unbutton his shirt to reveal his slim body with a beautiful blonde smattering of chest hair that trails down to his stomach where the biohazard tattoo is just above his belt line. I can’t help but be in awe of what it represents slowly caressing it. Josh says, “you sure about me staying the weekend? I got nothing planned so works for me if it is still what you want.” I reply almost before he finishes the sentence by kissing him and saying, “doesn’t have to be just the weekend either”. To be continued.

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

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

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

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

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.

You have multiple examples - what, does he have a reputation for this behavior? I find it unsurprising that men under 30 would be rude, condescending, or arrogant. I might have been a bit of all those myself at that age. I find it unsurprising that some men under 30 (depending a lot on geography and self-identification) would be ignorant. Certainly in my neck of the woods (which epithet must be understood to be literal in these parts) there's plenty of ignorance to go around. E.g. I had to educate my primary care provider about doxyPEP, and he clearly didn't get the idea properly because he wrote a prescription for one dose (WTF?). Getting tested for anal and oral STIs is similarly fraught. FWIW, I used condoms for years back in the 80s and 90s. As far as HIV goes, I trust PrEP more than condoms. But condoms more than doxy.

We can assume so. The strain Mike and Jeff have has an voracious transmission rate. Nearly 100% from just precum. Bottoms infected already have a nearly 60% chance of transmitting it to neg tops who fuck them bare. If three loads shot into a virgin Jeff fucked roughly for almost an hour doesn't do it nothing will

I just realized that I should use the first reference photo from the author to create Dalton. So here are the versions based on the first photo of this thread: First meeting at the van: At the pool: Come over for his first Tina: Drop the towel. “Would it be cool if I smoked a little more?” Dalton's first dick Dalton turned into submission: Dalton transformed after the weekend: Or transformed 10 years later: The hottest stud in town: But also the hottest slampig as well:

I don't understand it either,but I have a strong fetish for Wasted Tops. Go figure !

One of the hottest videos I've watched. Both beautiful men, especially the black man with incredible body and of course a huge cock. The best part is their passion. Watching the top rim, kiss and fuck and it ends with internal breeding. No staged pullout. [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/70192/bbc-fuck-amp-breed-white-bottom/

My name is Charlie, and I am a recovering addict. Almost 10 years ago, I got involved with some guys in California who got me hooked on meth, used me for a few months, and then basically left me for dead. I survived. Well, part of me did. Sometimes I think its the part of me that should have died. I hadn't done tina in almost 10 years, though, like a bad addict, I would still look at chem porn, and read sleazy, chem-filled stories on sites like this one, on bugshare, on NKP. I got off over and over again to stories of guys getting fucked up, whether it be by their choice or not, and getting used like the sluts most gay men are. I got off on stories about pozzing, stealthing (chems and poz), zoo, you name it. I was a secret (or not so secret, I don't know) pervert, but I hadn't relapsed. That was until recently. See there was this guy that I had talked to over those almost 10 years, from the time I was in California through the time that I moved to Boston. For most of this time, he didn't know that I was in recovery, that I really shouldn't be talking about how much I would love to be between his hairy thighs while he spun his pipe and blew clouds over me. This guy was my kind of pig. Tall, about 6 foot or a little more, and bearish - both furry, and with a belly. But best of all, he was a pig, and made no bones about it. Well, he may have made a few bones, if you catch my drift. His name was Pat, and he was local to me in Boston, only a few miles away, but as anyone who lives in a metro area knows, 6 miles can be a very long way to go for cock. Pat was into leather harnesses and slings, piss play and fist, sweat, spit and anon sex. All of that made me hot. What made me hotter was that he didn't care about his status for most of the 10 years that we were chatting and camming. He didn't care about his status until he tested positive for HIV in 2015, after which point he started to care more about what his partner's status was. See, once he converted, he began to like gifting and stealthing guys. So he would tell some guys that he was undetectable, or just not talk about status with them when they would party with him. But he and I would talk about it. I was still neg, and had been something of a passive chaser for most of my sexually active years. It was all fantasy to me - granted a hot fantasy that got me off time and again, but still a fantasy. I let undetectable guys breed me, and didn't ask status for a lot of the guys that used my holes, but still tested neg in 2016. I had been cautious about talking to Pat after moving to the Boston area, as I hadn't wanted to break my sobriety and relapse, although every day dirty fantasies would flit through my head, where I would go, and someone would slip a booty bump up my hole, and by the time I realized what it was, I wouldn't be able to do anything about it but beg for more dick. Then I did something that would change my life completely, and free me from the fantasy Hell I had been trapped in. I told Pat about some of these fantasies, especially ones where I would be kidnapped and forced to do chems and take cock for days. When I was young, there was no real worry about a guy finding your address if you didn't want him to - it was too much effort for most people to go through, and besides, shit like that only happens to other people, right? Well, since there has been such an upsurge of technology that utilizes a phone's GPS for the purposes of finding ass, it has become easier to triangulate someone's location based on these applications. Guess what? It didn't happen to someone else. It happened to me. And I couldn't be happier. You see, a few weeks ago, Pat and I were talking on Scruff, and I noticed that he was only about a half mile from me. This was closer than his usual 6 miles or so of distance, so I asked what he was up to. "Running an errand, had to come down to your neck of the woods to grab something," he said, and I thought no more of it. I was outside, having a clove in my garage to stay out of the wind, when a car pulled into my empty driveway. This was a black sedan, unremarkable in its make and model - probably a Camry, there are like a billion of those. In the driver's seat was someone I recognized, Pat. He pulled all the way down the drive, not trapping me, but there were few places that I could go to get away. And believe me, I wanted to get away. I knew that something was going to happen, I just felt nervous all of a sudden. "Hey Charlie! I was in the neighborhood, and decided to drop by to see you, since we have been talking these 10 years and haven't met yet." His voice was as sexy as I remembered, medium timbered but clear and resonant. All I could think of were the videos he'd sent me of him being a verbal, nasty top with piggy bottoms. The vids that I had jacked to countless times. "Oh, hi, glad to finally meet you in person!" I stammered in response, nervous as all Hell. He came to me and wrapped me in a big bear hug, and I could hear him sniffing at my neck as he hugged me. So here I am, being hugged by this guy that I think is both sexy and dangerous as fuck, and dammit if my dick doesn't start to chub. He can feel it, since even though he was around 6 foot tall, I was about 6'4", so my crotch was pressed against his stomach. I could smell the sweat on him, if I bothered to pay attention, and that was driving me up the wall too. Pat's arms were around my back, and even though he was holding me tight still, I could feel his hands moving lower, rubbing my lower back, and then my ass. I couldn't help it, I moaned softly. He let me go and stood back, peering into my face. "Please tell me you aren't busy right now," he whispered seductively into my ear, his scruff tickling my neck and jaw. "Now that I have seen you in person, I'm thinking I'm going to have to feed you my hog right here." His hog, that was what he has always called his admittedly ample fuck stick. About 8.5x6 uncut inches, getting thicker towards the base after a head that was great for popping holes open to stretch for his thick shaft. I'd seen it plenty, in various states of hardness, and I knew that I wanted that cock, that I had wanted that cock for close to 10 years. I didn't care that he was admittedly poz, not on meds, and wanted to get me to relapse. None of that mattered, now that I could feel his bulge growing against my hip. I sighed, knowing that I was being stupid, but not caring. Knowing that even if it was stupid, I would regret for my entire life not taking the offer that was on the table - getting to play with this guy that I had been into for a long time. "Not so busy that I don't have some time to finally get to know you, Pat. It's been too long that we have been dancing around this." I could feel my face heating up, turning red. "Good, because I want to make you my pig. You aren't cleaned up by any chance are you?" I shook my head, having not planned on meeting up with anyone, let alone someone I had had a dangerous crush on for years. He smiled and said "Well, I have a lot of time, and you are going to go inside, get rinsed up - only inside, mind! And then I'm going to bring you back to my place." I stubbed my clove out, and told him to follow me inside where I could get ready for him. I did the usual thing to clean up for a good long fuck, cleaning as deeply and as quickly as I could. When I came out of the bathroom, Pat was on the couch, looking at his phone, grinning. He looked at me and said, so you think you're ready for this hog?" He grabbed his crotch and moved his half hard dick around in his pants. The thirst was strong, and I nodded. "Ok then," he said, "grab some lube, I'm going to give you some piss up your ass before we go to my place." My dick got hard, and I went to get the lube from my room, along with my harness, and bag of toys. I slipped the harness on under my shirt, put a jockstrap on - red Nasty Pig, sweaty and unwashed, as well as a cockring. Pat grinned harder as I came out, and I handed him my bottle of Gun Oil. "Turn around and let me see that hot ass." I pulled down my pants, and bent over slightly so that he could see and feel my ass. His hand on my ass felt great, but I was still nervous. Here I was, letting this guy that I knew was partying, piss up my ass and plug it in me. He spread a bit of lube on his fingers and lubed my hole, one finger in, then two, and then three, and then four. In and out, my hole hungry for the attention that it was getting. I heard him fumbling with the lube again, and then I could hear the unmistakable sound of a cock being lubed. "You're going to love this. Hold still." I felt his hand on my lower back, holding me in place, and then I felt the head of that hot, uncut cock right on my hole, and I pushed back just slightly to get the head of his hog in me. As his head popped through, and I could feel the stretch of his much thicker shaft pushing in me slightly, a light sweat popped out on my brow. Am I doing the right thing here? I thought to myself. But even as the thought crossed my mind, it was too late, and I could feel his strong, warm piss filling my hole, and I could feel the heat growing stronger and stronger. After about two minutes, with his cock pulsing inside me, he sighed and said "There, now clench." I clenched my hole, holding his very large load of piss inside myself. It probably would have been too much liquid had I not just rinsed out and had water up there before. "Hold still pig, I have a plug for you so you don't get that good piss on my car seats." I felt something cold on my ass again, and then more pressure, and a decent sized plug - I presumed, since I hadn't seen it - popped its way inside my chute. Pat pulled up my sweats, patted my ass, and said "Let's go, pig." Already feeling hornier than I had felt for the last 10 years, I followed him out, knowing that I was going to be his sub pig for as long as he wanted me. We got in the car, and he pulled out of my drive, taking off for destination unknown - his place. I had no idea how long it would take to get there, and I was just happy I had the plug in me to hold that chem piss inside of me. The ride took about 20 minutes, and we were at his place, where he told me to go right to the tub, bend over, and wait for him. The bathroom was simple, beige walls, beige shower tiles, clear plastic shower curtain. There were hard water stains on the bathtub, but by this point it was something that I noticed only because Pat wasn't there yet. The sun was shining through the window in the shower, and I could feel its tenuous heat on my skin. It was hardly a couple of minutes that I was there, in my jock and harness, and nothing else, standing with my head on the shower wall, back arched, ass out. "Damn, I love a pig who follows instructions. Ok, we won't be wasting it like this very often, but I want you to push out all of that chem piss into the tub. We want to make sure I didn't loosen anything else up there." As soon as he told me to let it go, I started to gently push, as I had had a cramp building from trying to hold it in too long. The piss came out dark yellow, but clear of any debris, apparently I had cleaned out better than I thought. Pat made sure that I was still clean, and that there wasn't anything else forthcoming from my hole - that I was ready to get stuffed full of what I was born to take - cock and cum. "Here, another treat for you, because I know you will be the pig I want soon." Pat's voice was getting sexier, and more dominant with the minute, and again, I did as he told me to - bent over the arm of the couch as we had left the bathroom and gone to the living room. There was porn playing on the TV, a laptop connected to it, and I recognized the porn, one of my favorite scenes from a TIM flick, one with Calvin and the Fucktard. My head was out there, focusing on all of the piggy thoughts that I had buried (poorly) over the years, when I felt Pat behind me again, fingers sliding into my hole with a little lube. "I call these Devil's Cocks." He said to me as I then felt something frozen touch my hungry hole. I was already high from the chem piss earlier - it had been pretty strong, but I knew that a Devil's Cock was. Frozen cum. He was lubing me right. "Only, these Devil's Cocks have an extra ingredient, my favorite vitamin T. You are getting about a third of a cup of cum, and quite a bit of tina with this pig. We will make sure those inhibitions go away." Shit he knows how nervous I am. I thought this, even though I was already high, already lost. Already relapsed. I felt the cumcicle pop its way into my hole, chilling me. Pat kept rubbing my hole, making me moan. "Don't worry, we are going to have this hole stretched around my poz hog soon pig. I'm just going to reteach you how to smoke a pipe, and I'm going to watch you suck my cock while I spin for my hits." My cock couldn't really get hard any more - I get crystal dick very badly - but I was so horny, and those words made a small wet spot appear in my jock pouch. He sat on the couch and told me that since I got the booty bump, he was going to enjoy me servicing him before he taught me how to spin the pipe. The floor wasn't comfortable, but I didn't care, especially not after Pat threw a pillow on the ground for my knees. He pulled his hog out of his jock - he was wearing chaps, a black leather jockstrap, his leather harness and a cap - fucking hot. As he pulled his dick out, I could smell his cock and balls, knew that he hadn't washed them in a while, and I was good with that. The smell was intoxicating. Or maybe that was the cloud he breathed down on me, not sure. I sniffed up and down the length of his cock while he spun the pipe, groaned and otherwise enjoyed the feeling of my beard on his cock and balls, and I enjoyed getting his scent mixed up into my face fur. It wasn't long before I started licking the head of his cock, the very barest part of it sticking out of his foreskin, a drop of precum already in his slit. I slurped that up while I made eye contact with him, and started to suck his cock into my mouth, savoring the taste of manly flesh, a hint of my ass and piss. For at least an hour, I knelt on the floor between this man's thighs while he spun the pipe, and I finally got to suck on the cock that I had dreamed about for years. And suck I did. I used every skill, every technique that I had developed over the years to give him as much pleasure as possible. I brought him to the edge 4 times in that first hour, and never let him cum in my mouth - since that would be a waste of his seed. I was able to better than I ever have in the past, holding him down my throat until black stars danced in my vision. He held the back of my head and made sure that every inch of his hog was in my throat, and that his full nuts were up against my beard. I tugged and pulled on his sack while he moaned in that deep voice of his. He grabbed my hands and pulled them to his nipples, "Work em, pig." "Your throat is fucking awesome, dude. Why did it take so long to get my hog down your throat? Fuck!" he exclaimed at one point. Because I was a recovering addict, and too chickenshit to let go again. I thought as I worked this hot specimen on manhood with my mouth. And there is no where I'd rather be right now. I want this thing in my hole, so fucking bad. I didn't realize that I had said that out loud as I stared at the fully hard 8 plus inches of cock in front of me until I heard Pat chuckle. "You want my cock up your little hole pig? You want this hot hog that you have been slurping on for an hour and a half to dig you out and plant my seed in you? My POZ seed?" I was looking up at him, hunger still written on my face. "Fuck. Yes. Sir." He chuckled again, muttering under his breath, almost too soft for me to hear: "Hog gets em every time." Louder, he told me to get on the couch next to him, and he would pack a bowl for me, and refresh himself some, since he'd been enjoying the polish job I'd been doing on his glorious tool too much to really blow any clouds. I sat with my arms behind my head, sweat beading on my head and running down my sides from my arm pits. I could smell them without moving my head. So could Pat. "Woof! Hot scent coming from those pig pits!" He was packing what looked to me to be a lot of tina into the bowl, a big pile sitting there in the bulb, which he soon melted into a puddle. "So, it's been a while since you partied, you told me, right? So I am going to remind you how to twirl the glass cock. I'll control the fire for now, you start inhaling slowly and steadily once I tell you. Don't take your eyes off the hole." I smirked like an 8th grader, and Pat sniggered again. He heated the bowl like the professional he was, and soon told me to start inhaling, slowly and steadily. "A little harder. Nope, too much, just...there you go boy. Pull that cloud in deep. A little more. More. There, hold that until I tell you to let it go." My lungs are filled to bursting, more than I would take for a toke of pot, way more than a drag of a cigarette. I felt my lungs start to quiver when Pat finally told me to release it. A huge white cloud enveloped my head, covering Pat from my view, but it was strangely satisfying. A couple of seconds later, I heard a cell phone video clip ending, and then some more bits and tweets. "Fuck, that was a good cloud boy! You are going to take a few more like that before we are ready to bend you over. I like my fuckholes SPUN! I recorded that, sent you a copy, and am uploading a copy to NKP right now." I am sure my phone vibrated somewhere around my sweatpants, but I could care less. I was floating, and perfectly happy to stay that way. My hole was tingling hungrily, and my eyes were closed, but I heard Pat say "Time for another, slut." I repeated, took another huge hit and blew a nice thick cloud. Twice more. Then Pat had me operate the fire, and told me to put my feet on the couch and expose my ass. As I got into position, Pat got his baggie out again, and put a nice shard on his finger tip, before shoving it knuckle deep in me. It felt so fucking good. I could feel the cum from the Devil's Cock around the finger, feel it move in me when Pat got in. I loved it. Pat saw it on my face and grinned a sleazy sexy grin, and told me to go ahead and release the hit. I did, and he said very seductively, "Well, I liked what I felt in that hole earlier. I liked it again just now. I want to take your hole, keep you high as fuck, pound you, use you, and get lots more loads than just mine in there. Are you ready to take my cock, and let me make you mine?" I didn't have to think for very long. My ass was on fire, doing all of my decision making. And my ass needed cock. Pat's cock. Pat's poz cock. "Please, yes Sir."

Uh... this *IS* the politics forum.

I'm an admitted, and unrepentant, sex addict. Nonetheless, I log into this site multiple times a day, and immediately need to pleasure myself. And like @BBBxCumDumpster it's the last load, particularly backroom, sections that are the most reliable to get my hole hungry and wet. And I am unashamed of that fact. I love you nasty fuckers.

I'm hard and leaking before I log on. I'm just in a constant state of arousal. Seriously, constant cum stains on my underwear. But, once I log on and see you dirty fuckers, I feel my balls twitch, my cock plump up even more, and I'm ready to go!

For whatever it's worth...my 2 cents: Someone who follows through on their claims and actually "breed" (ejaculate unprotected into) an essentially unknown or anonymous man outside of monogamy in our current social, religious, and cultural environment is worthy of claiming the "title" BREEDER This is not everyone, and I would guess that most are members of this site. Finding a BREEDER is not as easy as I thought it would be. I find that a lot of men (I interact with) are already in a relationship and cannot risk introducing any STIs back into the relationship. This produces the necessity for condoms. Many reasonable men are not prepared to blow-up their "world" and current relationship for some random dudes load. Even though I think they would if they could get away with it (see previous point). Perhaps this statement will be inflammatory, but IMHO the reason most "reasonable" men are NOT breeding one another is because of the RISK associated to random, anonymous, M4M sex in contracting all sorts of unpleasant STIs. If sexually active men were part of the pro-active solution to reducing the transmission and spread of these diseases - I think breeding would see a revival - perhaps a renaissance. Sadly it seems that we allow ignorance to run rampant in this space. Unfortunately, I am sad that the fetishisization of bug chasing translates into actual behaviour which is self-destructive and undermines everyones else's pleasaure for unprotected sex. So until the risk of STIs is gone - it seems that you're really asking a guy what his comfort level is with getting a disease and whether the sex is pleasurable enough for them to take or make that risk assessment. Thoughts?

Chapter 6 – Not the Only Bottom In Chapters 1 through 5, I tell about an evening with my buddy, Kyle. We’ve been getting together to get spun and play in each other’s holes for a while. Tonight, we’re joined by Jim and Kyle. Kyle just finished up sticking a chain in my ass, and then he hopped in the sling when I got out. Matt was enjoying being rimmed, as evidenced by his groans. Plus, he reached down and spread his ass wide, providing my tongue with the best access possible. I was using my fingers to probe his hairy hole, too. Matt grabbed the poppers and took a few hits. Once they kicked in, I started to drive my tongue deep into his hole. Seeing his hairy hole all covered in spit excited me, and getting positive feedback from him let me know that he was having a great time, too. In addition to my tongue, I was now using fingers from both hands to open his hole. His pink hole looked incredible with all the fur that surrounded it, and I was a happy ass eater. Eventually, I had two fingers from each hand in his hole and was stretching it open to let my tongue get in him as deep as possible. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see Kyle standing next to me with a lubed-up dildo in his hand. He handed me the toy, and I showed it to Matt to see if he was interested in taking it up his ass. Matt nodded his assent, so I slapped the dildo on his hole a few times, watching it pulse in anticipation. The toy was a model cock that was pretty thick and about 10” long. I didn’t know how much of it Matt could take. He and Kyle had played before, so I figured they knew each other’s limits, and Kyle wouldn’t have given me more than Matt could handle. Once I slid the head of the dildo into his ass, it was obvious that he was ready to take it all. The insertion went smoothly, and I kept feeding more and more of the dildo into his hairy hole. Once it was most of the way in, I let it rest there for a moment, occasionally slapping it to send some vibrations deep into his ass. Then, I started twisting it around and moving it back and forth in his ass. Seeing the hair around his hole cling to the dildo as it plunged into his depths was so sexy, and I started to squirm around on the stool. Kyle saw this and brought the butt plug that had been inside me over. He had me stand up and then put the plug on the stool. I lowered my ass onto it, taking it all the way into my ass while keeping up my activities with the toy in Matt’s ass. Now, I was filled while shoving a toy in and out of Matt’s hairy hole. It was awesome! I was working the dildo in and out of Matt’s hole. I’d pull it all the way out before sliding it in again. He seemed to really like it and was actively participating in getting it in deep. Sometimes, I’d take it slower to let him feel all the ridges on the toy as they passed over his walls. I’d also pull it up or down as it was coming out of his ass so that he could get some new sensations. “I want your fist in my fucking hole,” Matt said. Wow, I didn’t know that he would bottom for my hand, too, but I was willing to help him. Jim came over to take control of the dildo while I lubed up my hands. He and Kyle had been blowing clouds and playing around on the bed before this. He took over the toy, and Kyle came over with the pipe. He gave Matt a few hits and then offered the pipe to me. I took one hit, knowing that I would be flying high on fisting Matt’s hairy hole. Since I didn’t know how much fisting Matt could take, I started out slow. Once my hands were lubed up, I poked fingers from both hands into his hole. This was a lot like what I was doing while I was eating his ass, but now I was going deeper and staying inside him for longer periods of time. His hole was opening nicely, so I felt comfortable trying to get my whole hand inside him. I folded my fingers together and pushed them against his hole. I was quickly inside him up to my knuckles. I twisted my hand around to help loosen his muscles, and then my hand slid all the way inside him. The dildo looked good with his ass hair clinging to it, but my arm looked so much better when that hair was sliding back and forth on my arm. It was so fucking hot! “I’m gonna do some poppers,” said Matt. Once they hit, he started moving back and forth on my arm, taking more and more of it inside him with each stroke. I was rotating my hand around, too, so he had to be feeling great. When he slowed his motions, my arm was in past the halfway point to my elbow. “Yeah, this pig likes to ride your arm,” exclaimed Kyle. I flexed my fingers, starting with them straight out from my palm, then curling them into a fist. When I had made a fist, I could slide a little bit further in and twist around to let him feel a greater stretch deep in his ass. It was obvious that Matt was an experienced bottom! Once I took my eyes off of his hole, I noticed that his cock was hard and leaking a ton of precum. While I kept my hand inside him, I stood up and sucked his dick into my mouth. “Holy fuck!” he moaned when I did that. His cock pumped out a huge amount of precum, which I happily swallowed down. I tried to lick up the precum that had spilled out earlier onto his hairy belly, but it was tough to do that while keeping my fist inside him. “Let me,” said Jim, who leaned down and started lapping up the tasty fluids on Matt’s abdomen. Kyle had already shoved his cock in Matt’s mouth, so Matt was getting it good from all of us. Jim finished cleaning Matt up and went back to sucking his dick. He was stroking his cock right in front of me, so I was licking up the precum that was leaking out of Jim. We heard, “I’m gonna cum,” and Kyle started to dump his load down Matt’s throat. That set Jim off, and his cock started to spurt too. I got as much as I could in my mouth. It was a hot session.

my AID junkie brother :@)

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

Always a huge turn on. Get super crazy hard, so definitely can muscle that hole open no matter how tight they are. Have always held back some depending on their limits and how tight they are. Don’t want to do harm, but definitely wanna make sure they think I’m gonna ;)) …and for sure, the more intense the opening the better the fuck is for them later. Endorphins.

This topic was originally posted in General Discussion and was moved to the Politics forum later (by me, because that's where it belongs). So the Jameson was not at fault.

Very hot. Like lovers 😛 A linked video also hot [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/69831/bbc-11-inches-fuck-amp-breed-white-bottom/

I get really horny reading the Last Load sections, including the backroom edition. I especially love the piggy adventures from ABS and bath houses and public fucks too!

Tops asking their (prospective) bottoms not to prep their Hole is a new one for me. To each their own, all of that .... but be sure to include me out !!!

I’m not really into much pain during sex…. BUT, I love to be fucked long and hard enough that my hole is good and sore for a couple days! Nothing like a tender/ sore hole to remind you what a good slut you are!

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.

Just started usin them a few months ago. Not always my go to, but it can be cool. It is an interesting sensation for me as a top when I fuck with one. Definitely bloodies up a hole which can be good.

The next morning Mike woke up wrapped around his new husband kissing him as he eased the buttplug out rolling him on his back and sliding into that still slightly red and swollen hole holding back the last few inches trying to be gentle and show Jeff the tender side of sex. That lasted about a minute before a timid Jeff asked “Mike, can you do it harder? Deeper? Can you make it hurt like last night?” Mike grinned. Here was a man who didn’t just endure the pain his oversized cock could pain he loved it. “You got it Baby Boy” Mike said pulling his hips back then slamming forward past that inner wall making Jeff’s entire body spasm his hole clenching and relaxing around Mike’s throbbing shaft as Mike pounded him “Fu-uuuuuuuuk I’m cumming" Jeff whimpered sending Mike over the edge as he shot into that willing receptive ass. After a quick repeat against the shower wall Mike and Jeff dressed and clean up things in the living room. “I have never cum without touching myself before last night” Jeff said. “It hurt like hell when you first popped in but when you got deeper the pain stopped being a bad thing. You said you liked causing it and my body just sort of channeled it to my cock instead of hurting it got me closer to cumming” “I hit the jackpot yesterday then and I’m not talking about money” Mike said sinking into a large char “My Ex and most guys I knew before him took a week to recover from a good satisfying fuck.” The phone on the end table rang and Jeff answered/ “Oh yes, send him up and could you send up breakfast for three? Thanks!” he said then he plopped down into Mike’s lap kissing him and snuggling. A couple minutes later the elevator opened and a man who looked like what Mike imagined Jeff would in 5 or 6 years if Jeff had dark hair stepped out, pausing a second seeing Jeff in Mike’s lap then walking in. “So you really did it, I blame mom and dad” he said, stopping to stand a few feet away annoyance and amusement warring on his face. “Mike this is my brother Robert. Not Rob or Bob and god help you if you call him Bobby. Just Robert. Robert this is my husband Mike” Jeff said with a huge grin “Nice to meet you” Mike said a bit uneasily. What he had actually done yesterday sinking in a bit more “Oh don’t worry about me. I feel sorry for you. My little brother decided he wanted you and he got you. He’s a lot to handle. I hope you are a patient man” Robert said, leaning down to shake Mike’s hand “What did you mean you blame your mom and dad?” Mike asked “Mom and dad have always done right by Jeff. They took most of what he made as a kid and put it with the best money manager in the country and they always made sure he had the best representation when dealing with the music labels. They also wrapped him in bubble wrap and kept him out of almost every important decision in his life. It took him a little while to realize once he turned 18 he didn’t have to put up with it any more. I told then he would do something crazy once he got loose. He and I contacted all the people mom and dad hired for him and told them they worked for Jeff now and if they didn’t like it they could be replaced. They got the picture real quick. So now this little beast is free to do whatever he wants. I’m a C.P.A. I look over his books and his lawyers look after the rest” Robert said “Beast!” Jeff protested and they all laughed. The elevator opened again and a breakfast big enough to feed a football team was brought in and set up on a side table “So tell me about yourself” Robert asked as they helped themselves. “Well as you can see I’m a sucker for brown eyes and a beautiful smile” Mike said a bit sheepishly and they all laughed again. “I’m a tattoo artist. My shop is just off the strip” “Winner of the South West Region Tattoo Artist Of The Year three years running!” Jeff chimed in “How did you know that?” Mike asked Jeff gave him an amused look “Mike, I have two private detectives and seven lawyers on retainer and my Uncle is local county Sheriff. By the time I got to your shop yesterday I knew more about you than your mother does. I’m reckless but I’m not stupid” Mike just sat there looking like a poleaxed mule “Close your mouth Babe” Jeff said “I told you I feel sorry for you” Robert followed Mike cleared his throat and continued the conversation lasting for a couple hours as he got to know more about his husband and his brother then Robert said “You have that photo shoot for your movie in 2 hours” Jeff sighed “I’ll go get dressed” he said rising “You want to come?” he asked looking at Mike Actually I have a one pm appointment at the shop so I should go myself. Jeff gave him a quick kiss and headed to the bedroom. “He’s glowing” Robert said once Jeff was out of the room “You really make him happy” “In one day he’s become the center of my life” Mike said “Don’t worry I will never hurt him” silently adding “emotionally” in his mind. Mike got to the shop in time to tidy up and his afternoon appointment went well working on the shoulder of a very large very straight quarterback who won the superbowl a couple years back and the tattoo work had it’s usual affect on Mike. As they were exiting the shop Mike saw Jeff in the parking lot shaking hands with his landlord but quickie forgot that as Jeff spotted them and yelled “Hank!” running up and hugging the quarterback “Billy! What are you doing here?” Hank asked hugging back “Just waiting for my new husband to get off work” he said proudly taking Mike’s hand “Husband!?!?” “Uhh hu just yesterday” Jeff said holding up his hand showing off the ring “Congratulations to both of you!” Hank said warmly “I’ve known Billy since he did the halftime show he’s a great guy! Billy, call me! We will hit the town to celebrate!” Then he shook Mike’s hand and headed for his car. All Mike could do was pull Jeff to him and put an arm around hiis shoulder as he watched that firm muscle ass walk away. “What were you doing with my landlord?” Mike asked as they stepped off the elevator into the penthouse “Oh! I was buying the building your shop is in! No more rent for you Mr.” “Jeff! You shouldn’t have done that!” “Well then you probably don’t want to know that I also paid off your mortgage, your car, your credit cards and your business loan either then” Jeff said with a smirk “Wha…” Mike said “I’m your spouse and i have good lawyers who work fast” Jeff said “Jeff!” Mike yelled “you need to talk to me about things like that first” Jeff’s eyes went wide and innocent “Have I been a bad boy?” he asked Mike had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at the look on Jeff’s face finally managing to growl “Yes you have. Come with me.” leading him into the living room, taking a paddle from his suitcase and sitting in a chair “Get those pants off and kneel” Mike ordered watching as Jeff obeyed then bending the younger man over his knees tapping that firm round ass with the paddle a couple times before giving it a hard swat hearing a sharp inhalation from Jeff “You will discuss important matters like this with me BEFORE you do them from now on. Do you understand me Boy?” Mike growled adding another harder swat “Yes Sir!” Jeff said “I didn’t hear you Boy” adding two hard swats “Yes Sir!” Jeff yelled Mike added three more hard swats before pushing the Boy off his lap and over the same ottoman. Not bothering to speak Mike dropped his pants got on his knees and pushed deep into Jeff’s waiting hole and knowing tenderness would be wasted proceed to pound that 19 year old hole within an inch of it’s life injecting two hot loads of virus and cum before carrying his husband to the bed and fucking him a third time on his back collapsing on top of the smaller man as he came and falling asleep still inside of him.

So, from the OP, I am reading between the lines that the bartender in question is a racist, and does the tip up on racial groups he wants to feel superior to. FUCK HIM !! As a gay man, he should be overly sensitive to what discrimination is like, to practice it upon another gay man is shit, but also a reflection of his character. You absolutely should approach the bar OWNER, and lay it out to him that you are not happy being treated like that in a business that is for the gay community and supposedly a safe place. Based then on the owners reaction, you can accept his reply, whatever it may be, and have to keep avoiding the bar on days that douche is working ( but why should you have to??) if he does nothing. If he fires the guy, then you can go whenever you want, but is this guy like the alpha bartender- or do the other guys hate him? If he was the alpha, I would stick to bottled beers for a while, and avoid the chance of half pour shots when buying a cocktail. And if they all hated the guy ( he likely was not just a douche to certain customers; but to his co-workers as well) you might be the hero of the month, with some even showing their appreciation with a free drink or an after the bar closes hook up lol But no matter- let the owner know. If they call you the problem, then do you really want to support that business? If it means not going back to that bar, so be it. But spread the word to friends and fucks you know about what the deal is in that bar-

My fuck hole!

It really depends on the bottom/sub. One man’s degradation is another’s turn on. For me being caged and used in front of others getting pissed on from head to toe. Being made to beg for it. Making me beg for you to stop but not stopping because I didn’t use the safe word.

A bud brought Peto Coast over and he fucked me. But then I’ve filmed for TIM and RFC so I guess there are any to list. Tober, Boomer, Roman, Michael Boston

Chapter 5 I woke up in a bed by myself in an underwear but it wasn’t mine. I looked around the room. I'm guessing this is the room that Keith and I will stay in because I recognize the stickers on his backpack. This must be his boxer brief. Next to the nightstand is a Gatorade and a note. “Hey Benny. I’m guessing you will wake up pretty soon bc we boofed a little bit too much from the three of us and that’s why you fell asleep. I can smell the cum on you and in carrying you in here. If you feel like freshening up, a towel is in the bathroom if you want to shower. Anything else you might need is under the sink. Here’s one of my jockstraps if you feel like putting it on or just come out naked and find us out back in the hot tub or in the garage. Stay hydrated, buddy” I looked over at the clock, it's 2am. I guess these guys really don't sleep. I wonder if they continued their fuck fest without me. I wouldn't be surprised if they did. As much as I love their cum in me. I think I'm gonna take a shower here and make room for more. I went into the bathroom and saw an iPad sitting on top of the toilet bowl. I picked it up and was going to use it to play some music if it was unlocked. Not only was it unlocked, but a video was paused. I hit play, and then I heard a somewhat familiar voice saying. “take another hit, boys. Deep breath, then hold it until I tell you to let go.” Then I saw Marc setting the iPad down in front of him and sitting on the bed next to Henrique. They each had their own popper, and they both are drooling, kind of, but their dicks sure are throbbing. “Keep going…keep going.” Both of them are still sniffing the poppers, and it’s been at least 15 seconds. “Hold it and make out with one another. Then, you can slowly let it out when you guys are making out. They turn facing one another, and both put their right hand behind the other’s head. Marc’s left hand was playing with Henrique’s beautiful right nipple, and Henrique had his fingers bunched together closely and was slowly penetrating Marc’s hole. Marc couldn’t help it but to stop making out and moaned. Henrique grabbed him by his hair and yank it down, then inserted his tongue back into his mouth, top down. Then there it is, Henrique’s hand disappeared and was all the way in Marc’s hole. I couldn’t tell whether Marc liked it or not but he could barely catch his breath. “Oh yeah Marc. How do you like your brother’s hand up in your ass.” “Ohhhhhh…hah ~......I…..I love it sir. Thank you” “Alright. I just parked, so I’m coming in. Both of you take a strong hit, just like the one before. They both grab poppers and start sniffing. Now when I come in, I wanna see Marc in a doggie position showing his ass to me. Henrique, do the same thing but I want your ass stacked on top or Marc. I wanna see both of your beautiful holes pointing toward the door when I come in. “Yes, Daddy,” they both said.” Henrique proceeded to pull his fist out as Marc moaned and moaned until his anal made a ‘pop’ sound. There it was. Marc’s rosebud again. They both took another hit of popper getting into their position for wherever they were taking orders from. Henrique slid his dick up and down Marc’s butt crack and slipped his dick head in mark occasionally. Henrique didn’t turn around to face the camera, but I could tell he was doing something. As the bedroom door opened and the familiar voice got louder, I heard the sound of something snapping. Then, all of a sudden, Marc had a 180-degree change in his behavior compared to how he had been a minute ago. Then I saw Marc raising his left arm and starting panting “Oh fuck.....oh fuck,Daddy. oh fuck......Please fuck my cunt. It’s been a few days. I really need fucked. Please breed my cunt. Marc said “Oh yeah baby…..your pussy is hungry isn’t it? Henrique. Rape your brother’s hole and show him no mercy. Put on a show for me” “Yes boss.” then the camera went dark. I’m guessing the iPad got put aside, but I could still hear the sound. There was one other short video so I tapped on it. Now it seems like iPad is in Marc’s hand. Henrique had a pigtail coming out of his ass and was on all fours deep throating the cock of the mysterious man sitting on a hair. The man's face was still not in the frame. Then the man pulled his legs up, exposing his hole and said “Now do that thing you do with Daddy’s hole Henrique. No one else does it the way you do” Henrique put his face in his ass as told then the man said “Oh fuck yeah….Is it how you get boy pussies ready for your dick?....oh….man, you are good. Now...Good enough. Stand up and turn around now” Henrique turned around, showing the camera the pigtail coming out of his hole and gave a loud moan when the man violently pull it out of his ass. The man hover over Henrique’s hole from top down, drip some lube on his hole then at a steady pace pushing his dick in Henrique’s hole inch by inch. “Is this what you wanted in your cunt? Daddy’s cock?” “uuuuhhhhh….Yeeeaaaas. Fuck me daddy” Henrique said in an uneven high pitch voice “How do you like watching your dominant brother getting fucked Marc? You didn’t know he was such a submissive bitch, did you? The guy who owns your ass now belongs entirely to me, taking my dick with his tight hole. Make sure you zoom in and get a good look at his slutty face. Henrique’s mouth was open but didn’t make any sound other than some occasional moan. When the camera backed up, the man spit on his dick and let his saliva slide down and into Henrique’s hole. He was holding a glass dildo that he lubed up hastily and started push it in Henrique’s hole. When it went in, Henrique’s dick was twitching and he let out the sound of ecstasy. Henrique’s cum shot past his head. Then finally, the men’s cock started pumping into Henrique’s ass. The sound of his balls hitting Henrique's ass grew louder. “Did you like that dick in your pussy?” “Yes” Henrique said “Yes what” “Yes sir. Please rape my hole and breed me” “Oh yes….here it comes, baby,” the man’s dick plunging into Henrique’s hole hard. His asshole looks great in the shot, too. After one minute of fast pounding and making Henrique moan like a bitch, he pulled out his dick “Oooohhhhhhhh uhhhhhhh fuck……I love your tight hole so much” he cum all over and around Henrique’s hole. He then used his dick to push as much of his cum toward Henrique’s hole and was fucking them in him when there was enough cum gathered. I love you, two cock hungry whores. I don’t know what I’ll do with you guys. “We can bring you…” Marc said, but the iPad died, so I didn’t hear what he was going to say. Who was the man? He dominated Henrique’s hole the way I wanted to. He fucked so good that even Henrique moaned like a bitch. I wonder what that’s like. I hop in the shower cold, hoping to cool my boner down bc I didn’t want to waste a load jacking off in this house. There were way better ways to unload in this house. While I was in the shower, I got so thirsty and drank most of the Gatorade After getting out of the shower and towel myself roughly dry, I started walking toward the living room with just my towel on. It was so fucking smoky everywhere, but it didn’t smell like anything bad. Normally smoke detector should be going off by now. In some parts of the house, I could barely see my own hand sticking out in front of me, hoping to avoid running into something. Where we were messing around in the middle of the room with the square couch bed now has a sling above it. It is a single chain sligh hanging from the ceiling in a triangle shape. It’s a pretty good one because now you can use the slide from any direction. They saw me walking toward them, and Keith said, “Come on, Ben…..this next line is yours.” I had no idea what am I running toward. When I got there, Marc said “hold this tube to your noses or slightly in your nose. Whatever you are comfortable with. When I said go I’m going to move from your left to right, you gonna have to move along with me at the same pace while sucking as hard as you can, ok? “Yeah, I think I got it.” My left hand was still holding my towel together, and my right hand was holding the tube in the ready position. “3….2….1…Go” Henrique took my towel off for me and said “I don’t think you need have this up in this house. I finished ⅔ of the line but not all. Before I was about to exhale, Henrique said “wait wait wait….come here and blow all the smoke on my dick slowly. As the smoke surrounded his dick, It’s unbelievable how hard his dick is. He pulled my chin up to make out with me. I whispered to him and said, “I saw a video of your hole getting wrecked. I loved it. The next time let me breed your hole. Henrique smiled. When I turned around, Keith just did a line himself and shotgun it to me. I got better at inhaling smoke from his mouth this time and passed it on Marc’s dick this time. We all did one more line then we moved to the hot tub outback. Marc gave everyone a gatorade and told everyone to stay hydrated. The cold gatorade tasted so good sitting in the hot tub. I chug mine down all at once. Keith didn’t want to get in the tub yet so he sat on the edge with his legs in the tub only so I took the seat in front of him and lean all the way back, feeling the jets massaging my lower back while the left side of my neck resting on Keith’s balls and his dick resting on my left shoulder. I turned my head to the left to give his dick a kiss. We got on the subject of talking about our childhood crush. I said “It’s kind of weird but I used to jo to my dad and uncle so much. They are identical twin so it’s hard to find one hot but not the other. They both are about 6’3 with a tennis player build. Muscular legs and arms. When they wear shorts and free balling, any shorts just naturally hug their dick and make out an impressive outline. I know I’m talking about my dad and uncle but I’d love to get fucked by one of them, I don’t even care which one. Unfortunately, I hardly saw Dad after he and Mom got divorced. I had not since my uncle at all since. I caught my dad jacking off to porn while sniffing popper once. I was so turned on that 3-4 strokes got me to cum. I shot the biggest load I’ve ever had. I’m pretty sure my cum dripped on the floor when I tried to rush back to my room bc my dad thought he heard something and was coming out to check what was going on. Keith's hands were rubbing my shoulder, then he slid both hands down and started playing with my nipples. It’s honestly not quite fair. Anyone who plays with my nipples is guaranteed to have full control of me because I just can’t resist how good they feel. Then Keith asked me “How are you feeling?”. Just as Keith asked, “everything started to spin but I didn’t feel like I was going to pass out or anything. Everything was spinning and I could not keep myself balanced. Next thing I knew, I was carried out of the hot tub, put on a ball gag, and my legs and arms tied to the sling. I muffle through the ball gag “what the fuck….What are you guys do…….?” I couldn’t finish my sentence when the popper towel was put in front of my face. Then I couldn't see them anymore. Marc, Keith, and Henrique all went and sat somewhere behind me, whispering something to each other. But I didn't have time to find out what they were setting me up for. I heard the front door open, and there were two people. After a few seconds, I finally recognized these two guys. They were Marc’s neighbors, Aaron and Jay. I saw them washing their car and doing yard work when I arrived earlier. Aaron is about 6'2, has even salt and pepper hair, and a charming smile. He's the more aggressive one of the two in bed, from what I've heard. Jay is about the same, but a lot more disciplined bc of he used to be in the military. They are both tops. Aaron had a 8in dick and Jay is 9 and the both can fuuuck. I remember Marc mentioned earlier in the day that both of them are tops so they are constantly on the hunt for new bottoms at all costs. They sometimes keep the bottoms in their basement for 2-3 days. Both of them walked through the front door fully nude with sandals on. One of them said “Hey boys. Nice work. We knew this new hole was gonna be tight and beautiful when we saw him drive up earlier. It was hard not to rip off his clothes then and fuck the shit out of him.” said Aaron They both had a devilish smile as they walked toward me. “Benny boy. We’re here to feed you, but first….we gotta make sure you stay put bc I heard I'll be your first admin ever. What a pleasure. Are you guys gonna help or just watch?” Aaron seemed like he could hardly contain his excitement. The next thing I knew, I was tied up to the poles with my legs and arms going in different directions. I cannot move at all. “Don't worry. Just wanted to make sure you don't chicken out. As soon as you're high up in the cloud, we'll let put you back in the sling. I've been waiting for this all day.” The room is still spinning for me. I did not quite process anything Aaron said nor do I know what's going on. I see that Marc is setting up a camera that's facing bottom-up from the corner of the sling pole. That camera displays its images onto a TV screen toward the right of me. Keith is setting one up from the top down. Henrique pumped some lube deep in me. They feel like cum leaking out already. I tried so hard to comprehend everything, then all of a sudden am 9 an uncut dick came from behind. It's nearly hard, but not quite all the way yet. It was Jay, but at the time, I simply opened my mouth when I saw a dick. I didn't even try to figure out who was behind me. Whoever it was, I wanted to please and submit to their cock. Make it hard, milk it, and repeat as many times as they would let me. Not even a min later, I could feel Jay's uncut dick is hard as a rock. So hard when he slaps my face with it, it hurts. “Come on boy. All the way down your throat and make sure you make eye contact with me the whole time, understood?” said Jay “Yes Aaron “ then I heard Henrique said “ahh~ Good boy, Ben. Don't forget” Thays right. He said for the rest of the night I'll address everyone as sir, papi, or daddy. Anything else only if I get their permission somehow. Jay put on lube, then slowly slid his way in my throat again. The lube did help a lot. His balls could almost touch my nose. Jay is also doing one fine job playing with my nips. Sometimes hard, sometimes sensual. My nipples and my cock are so hard bc of him. Finally, Aaron asked, “Everyone ready?” On his command, everyone sort of circled up around me. I didn't know what was going, but Keith did, and he remembered that I do not like needles, so he asked me if I wanted to be blindfolded. I still thought we were all role-playing, so I nodded. He came back with a bandana and came back just in time before I could see what was in Aaron’s hand. It all happened so quickly that I don’t remember feeling it. All I knew was Keith put a double nostril popper inhaler up in my nose. I could feel Aaron’s thick mushroom head pressing firmly against my hole while he leaned forward from standing in between my legs to suck on my right nipple. Sometimes while I was trying not to let double nostril popper fry my mind and Aaron’s incredible nipple-sucking session, Jay gave me my first slam. As soon as Jay was done, the guys untied me from the poles so my body sank into the sling completely. Keith raised my arm up. I felt that sudden rush and could not catch my breath for a short while until Keith reminded me to take deep breaths. As soon as I took my deep breath, the body buzz felt a bit more manageable. However, when I took several deep breaths, it naturally relaxed my anus, which was exactly what Aaron was counting on. I barely caught up on my breath then I let out a loud moan bc not only did my muscle relaxed and my hole opened up and let Aaron’s dick in me before I was mentally prepared. He went all the way in, balls deep, then immediately started pumping. He’d pull his dick out just far enough that I thought he was going to pull it all the way out then he pumped dick back in me. I could feel every inch of his 8 inch dick thrusting back to me every time. Getting fucked felt so fucking good my eyes were rolling back and I was moaning uncontrollably. Jay quickly shut my mouth up by standing above my head and pumping his dick in my throat and both of his hands playing and pinching my nipples hard. Keith moved to the side and started sucking my dick, which was rock hard from the slam Jay gave me. Marc walks around all of us with another camera in his hand filming all of these with a hard on. “How’s that ass babe?” Jay asked. “Tight and warm. Nothing like those loose cum dump tweakers we’ve been fucking. Ohhhhh….ohhhh….my god.” I felt Aaron’s body tensing, his muscles flexing around me. He started thrusting at a quicker pace. “Ohhhhh….I’m about to….” Aaron groaned out as he held my ass tightly against his pelvis, making sure every wave of his cum shot as deep in me as he could. I could feel the warmth of his cum hitting inside my ass. “Yeah babe. Breed that pussy and fill it up with your cum.” Aaron’s eyes were wide open, and he shook a few times. Then he pulled out and switched spots with Jay. Come try it out yourself. “Lick my dick clean, bitch” he said. “Straddle over him with ass facing me” Aaron said to Keith. Keith continued to suck on my dick while I was sucking Aaron’s cum off his dick, and Aaron’s leaning forward, tongue fucking Keith, and stroking Keith’s cock. Jay aimed his dick at my hole and he said “I hope your pussy is ready for my dick. In one quick thrust, no lube, he went in deep, all the way in my ass. “Man…did you hear that sound when I pumped my dick in you boy. Sounds like I’m fucking a wet pussy. You have an amazing hole” I couldn’t make any verbal response because I was so high. “Spread your butt cheeks for me. Let me fuck that wet pussy” said Jay while playing with own nipples. His 9in dick is hitting my prostate for sure with every thrust. My prostate is my absolute weakness. After a few min of it, I scream out “I’m gonna cum,” and Keith responded, “Me, too,” as he breathed heavily. Aaron pull his dick out and guided Keith’s dick to my mouth and said. “Oh yeah….sluts. Cum in each other’s mouth and make sure not a single drop get wasted.” Keith and I moaned loudly and pushed our dicks in each other mouths, and unloaded everything we got. This was not Keith’s first load of the night but it was still so much. I almost could not swallow it all fast enough. Keith swallowed all of mine, and as he lifted his head up, Jay grabbed his head and shoved his face into his chest, and said, “Bite my nipple. Hard. Come on, bite it”. Shortly after that, Jay let out his primal scream, and tensed up as he fed his cum to my hole. I have no idea how much he cum but I knew it was a lot before cum was leaking out of my ass already after he unloaded. “That was amazing.” Aaron said “We’d stay for another load but our pups in the basement has been waiting for us all day. You know where to find us”. Jay and Aaron didn’t both putting their clothes back on and decided to wake back to their house nude. My hole feel so empty and I still am horny af. Marc is using his camera zooming in at my used fuckhole full of cum leaking out of it. I could see it on the TV. Meanwhile, I still had no idea that Henrique was in the other room monitoring the live stream, switching from camera to camera to satisfy their loyal followers.

Decrepit and sick is what I was going for. Pretty much the most sketchy man imaginable. That way the stark contrast between handsome young innocent and creepy old troll highlights the two worlds clashing. Giving a preview of what the young negs have to look forward too if they don’t stop playing with fire.

Once you've experienced a raw cock up your arse and the feeling of seed squirting into your guts you'll be hooked. Don't forget, the more you get, the more you want. Good luck mate.

"look at you! giving up that pussy like a good boy should. I knew you could do it fuckstick." Corbin cheered the boy as he continued to open him, occasionally glancing up to appreciate his work. The mirror, some cheap dorm room accesory picked up ages ago, was perhaps the best accessory to the evening. a fifteen dollar constant reminder for every straight man who found themselves in the sling that their purpose was to serve as a greased cumhole. "can you see it fuckstick?" he remarked slowly as he dragged the length of his tool out of the dripping wet boy. Connor watched the boys shiny cockring as it slipped from his asshole and hovered above him, only registering the emptiness he felt and the cool air on his wet hole. "look up baby...look at your hole. isnt that neat? my whole dick fits up inside you where it belongs now fuckstick, and this pretty cock? its greasing you up full of my pre. here, watch it fillllll you up..." Corbin teased as he effortlessly slid back into the warmth of the boys virgin hole, grinning as he watched him softly grunt. "Thats the way. you feel me dont you, feel it deep in you..I know it doesnt feel like youre doing a whole lot but trust me that naughty little cunt is. youre making my cock feel so fucking good." Corbins words seem to drip in the boys ears as he rocked along, obediently accepting the hot cock. "the first time so special fuckstick. a little different, a little scary i know, but before you know it i promise that litte holes going to be your most favorite thing in the whole wide world." Collins mind wandered. this was it? this is all he wanted? he felt for sure there was something else he wasnt aware of as his ass met the boys hips again and again. he felt pleasantly full, like a thanksgiving dinner, only more? the drugs made it impossible to focus on any complex emotion or opinion other than the immediate sensations. his butt felt slick from all the lube, and for a minute he forgot why any of this was important at all. Corbin seemed to speed up and slow down at his own pace, sending the occasional tingle through his own cock as he mashed into his g spot. he huffed as the toned pigs balls slapped harder at his ass, but the dick inside him didnt seem to so much as pinch, it just pushed deeper. Corbins dick felt like it belonged, like a secret, evil little toy that tickled his insides. "god i could rape this hole all night fuckstick...wouldnt that be nice? spend the whole night with just me inside? just me and you and your little pussy sucking the jizz right out of me" he remarked, checking his watch, "but like I said we have a schedule and lots more cock needs to breed you." Corbin picked up his pace again as his balls tightened. "bread?" Connor grunted aimlessly as the boy between his legs let out a chuckle. "no fuckstick not bread, breeeeeeeed..." he moaned, "you dont know what that is i guess so ill spell it out because im real close to showing you. You lay here all nice and dreamy while that greasy little fuck hole milks a big hot load of cum out of whatever cocks inside it." corbin looked down in concern. "just...fucking...watch..." Corbin grit his teeth and made a few final thrusts before pressing tightly to the boys soft ass. throwing his head back, he groaned in satisfaction as his cock began its familiar dance, pumping the boy full of his first deep hot load of seed. "thats..." Corbin huffed, catching his breath, "thats...just perfect. see? thats breeding, thats what youre here for fuckstick, just a nice pretty asshole to drain your balls into." Connor felt the thick cock inside him as it seemed to slip just a little easier now with so much cum in his butt. "god youre fucking greedy." he hissed, jamming a finger into the boy and wiggling, "come on, come on, at least let me see a little bit drip out of you..." Corbin smiled, yanking his finger out as a milky white ooze reluctantly seeped from the hole. "such a beautiful little fucking whore you know that? god its like your pussy knows to keep that cum inside..." connor blushed in response, not sure if he was doing something wrong or right as stared at his own ass. Another eternity passed before a hand waved in front of his face. "hey there litte guy.." It was the redhead from upstairs "dont mind me, just need to take a few pretty pictures to show the party guests..." Connor stared blankly as the teen snapped pictures of his face and dribbling cock, "Corbin did you barefuck him?" the teen kneeled down to photograph the boys freshly fucked hole a few times. "sure did. his pussys got seed in it but hes not exactly oozing it. fucking slut." the pig smiled, "your turn isnt it?" he groped the redhead through his shorts, "I gotta finish this post..." the boy protested as Corbin slid the phone from his hand and lined him up between Connors legs. "plenty of time for that later. dont fight it, take care of this firrrrst...i promise this one is fantastic" the redheads cock was now visibly thickening to the touch, tenting in his shorts as he grumbled. "fine." the pig smiled with glee as he leaned in to his prey, "Connor this is Dalton, hes got a nice big eighteen year old cock that he strokes all day long, but todays special because hes about to push it inside you instead. sound fun? a nice big load of...teen..." Corbin cringed and paused as Dalton finished rolling on a long green condom before pushing his cockhead against the boy. "ugh, kids. you know, you really know how to ruin a good time young man." Corbin scolded as the condomed teen slid into connor. "its safer this way besides i dont want your cum all over my dick you fucking pig" Dalton shot back as he found a rhythm and connor moaned under him. Corbin glared as he fished through his bag again. "fine then!" he grinned, walking past the couple before pausing behind Dalton, "but he DOES feel really good though doesnt he? no fibbing now..." Dalton grunted as he slid his shorts down a little lower, "yeah, this ones tight.." Dalton remarked as though Connor didnt even exist. "yeah he is. hey here, let me help you make it feel better..." corbin pushed the little brown bottle of poppers under the inexperienced teens nose as he recoiled, "ugh ew what the fuck is that..i dont want to do anything tonight." continuing to apply pressure, Corbin held the bottle to the squirming boys face, "relax its just a little pick me up, makes you feel good you know? just breathe..." Corbin waited for him to tentatively inhale before pulling the bottle back, "oh...whoa...dizzy" Dalton wobbled as corbin gave a laugh, "thats it! there...keep fucking him it'll pass..." Corbin held the boy closer as the poppers clearly had their intended effect: dalton was now stroking faster into the connor, "that a boy! let me hear those balls slap...breathe it for me again.." Corbin whispered, returning the bottle to the teen again and again to ever less protest until he could barely stand. "its so good isnt it?" Corbin didnt wait for an answer before gently wrapping his hands around Daltons hips, "pull it out and ill make it feel even better, promise..." Corbins tattooed hands directed the boys hips in protest as his cock slid out. "dont....i wanna fuuuuck." Dalton protested as corbins hand slid around the teens shaft, "its okay youll fuck dont worry, just relax already. let me jerk it..." Corbin slowly and methodically stroked the boy, inching the condom up his shaft "look at that big pretty cock...so wet and yummy....lets see the rest of it..." corbin pushed the last little ring of latex off the head of the teens dripping prick. "stop it..." dalton grumbled, reaching for the greasy rubber on the floor before he was abruptly stopped, "sshh, its okay its okay, here comes mister feel good, nice big breath for me..." Corbin sang into the boys ear as he obediently inhaled the poppers, "there ya go lets make those big juicy balls bounce." As he worked the boys shaft he leaned in, each hit of poppers slowly pushing him closer to the tight hot hole in front of him until at last the boys mushroom tip leaked and oozed against Connors unprotected hole. "back inside now, give him your cock..." Dalton needed no coaching, with a head full of poppers and a firm tug from Corbin his dick slowly vanished into the hot cunt for what looked like the most deliciously sensual fuck he had seen in a long time. two or three pumps later betrayed the boys youth as he gasped, "i gotta pull it out im gonna cum!" Corbin grabbed the boys shoulders and humping against him pushed Dalton over the edge with a long groan as he struggled against Connors ass. "theeeerre we go thats a good boy, pump it all out now, cream that pretty hole nice and deep." satisfied the teen had managed to dump every drop into Corbins new litle toy he stepped back and watched as the redhead pulled out with a plop and a warm ooze of jizz. "youre a dick Corbin." The pig just smiled and returned to the couch, "feel free to dump another load in him later tonight when you get hard again."

I do want to share a new development. I met a guy offf Grindr recently. He was persistent I’ll give him that, and one night after a few nights of talking over snap I just decided what the hell and drove to his apartment. I buzzed the intercom and walked up the stairs before entering his door he opened for me. Soon we were naked and he was rimming me which was sending waves of pleasure coursing up my body before he entered me. He fucked me for about 10 minutes before pulling out and fisting his cock. He knew from our earlier conversations that I wanted to be bred, and he jerked his cock near my stretched hole building his orgasm. The suspense was so hot, I knew it was coming, but not knowing when he was going to thrust into me made me hornier than ever. I fisted my would cock in anticipation, and when he did thrust forward, I started spewing my own cum over my stomach matching the load he was fucking into my ass. Maybe if I hadn’t been cumming at that moment too I would’ve felt him blow this load in me, but fuck if I didn’t enjoy the moment. The last week has been a whirlwind, I just joined this site, posted this story to positive reviews, (thank you all), and suddenly after all these years of fantasizing, I just took my first load. Not sure if I’m ready to join the poz train yet as this guy was neg, but now I can finally say, I’ve had a man cum in my ass. 😈

For me, I think I crave the pain before and after, but don’t really like it during. I forget the intensity of it. But the flood of endorphins afterwards makes it worth it. And the demonstration of the Tops complete control/power of me... the demonstration of where W/we are in the pecking order makes it really hot. Plus sacrificing myself for the pleasure of my Top feels really erotic.

#Slipituome ...BRAVO !!!! ...you should keep writing ...YOU HAVE US ALL HARD AND DRIPPING !!!! here is a tip for all traveling to Hamburg in Germany .... "T8" is exactly as the bar described by #Slipitupme .... filthy, sleazy cinema/bar .... inside a sex-shop is the cinema with a darkroom and lower space... you can undress and leave your stuff in the locker, while enjoying your beer inside the cinema - lots of action - all bare and sleazy... Have fun !!!

Thank you for the support over this story and I hope you enjoy the way Liam is opened up to new experiences... 7. Share and share alike Dan, Ben and his partner Olly helped me to my feet, half help walk/carry me to the Locker Room, dressed me and got me back to their home only to reverse the process! Once stripped down I was bent over to have a medium sized butt-plug eased into my sore puffy hole. This time the intrusion felt alien and my ring clammed down on it in protest. They then led me to the shower, my tired legs not allowing me to stand just sit there as they sprayed water all over me and when satisfied I was as clean as I could be they dried me and then carried me to bed. I was sore, exhausted, and asleep in seconds, but not before Dan leaned into me, kissed me and said "you’re amazing – wish you were mine all the time" and laid back down. I curled up under his arm, my head on his chest, "me too" I said then fell into a deep breathing rhythm and I fell asleep. When I woke next morning only to I find myself alone in bed, I called out and got no response, there was no-one in the house and as I sank back into the pillows and reflected on yesterday. It was a mixture of thoughts, at first, I wondered whether the night before was just a dream but the ache in my ass told me it certainly wasn't and my jaw ached too from being stretched open taking so much cock. I needed to piss, so got out of bed, and walked slowly to the bathroom my legs were weak but managed to carry me…as I emptied my bladder I remembered being hosed in piss and instantly my cock began to thicken, wow where did this fetish spring from? I dropped my hand into the flow and licked them clean. The taste was not so nice, strong and bitter but my cock was rock-hard. Returning to bed and just stretching my legs made them feel a bit better as I slowly jacked my erection remembering the night before. It was at that moment the door of the bedroom opened as Ben, Olly and then Dan came in. "Ah, so we're awake now?" asked my brother smiling. Caught out wanking with a sheepish look across my face I don’t know why but I rapidly tried to cover my steel-like erection…, "We've just been for breakfast. Left you here asleep" and with that Dan leaned in slowly towards me, closer and closer, I didn't move. Couldn't move. His hand moved mine allowing my cock to spring free in a spay of pre-cum just as Ben's lips touched mine I willingly accepted his kiss; a gentle loving kiss and I didn't resist as he pushed me backwards onto the bed, my body involuntarily responded, my back arched upwards thrusting my cock into my brother’s jogger clad leg. My World revolved around what Dan was doing to me right now, so much so that I failed to notice Olly and Ben strip off as Dan's tongue jousted with mine as his hand began pushing the rest of the bedclothes away leaving me totally exposed, naked and as Dan released his kiss I found myself next to my naked brother and his boyfriend. My mind only had a split moment to work it all out as Dan’s lips were still clasped onto mine, tenderly kissing me, his tongue in my mouth, I felt the bed moving a little as Dan moved off and then felt hands caress my straining cock, lightly tug my balls, then move to my chest, as fingers pinch my nipples. I was in heaven! Then as Dan pulled away Ben resumed the kissing, gently rolling me on my side as his now naked body snuggles up next to me, his hard precum slippery dick pressed up against my butt as his hot breath and lips shower butterfly kisses on my neck. His hands running down lower over my back, gently holding my butt cheeks, squeezing, caressing and then twisting out the butt-plug. After closely inspecting it, “Oh yes, yes, yes, it’s dry, all that Poz cum has been absorbed into your guts overnight. Good boy” I hear Olly say as he tenderly stokes my face. Ben whispers: "lie on your side to face me, wrap your legs around me." I do so, facing my brother my legs wrapped around his back pulling myself so close to him skin on skin – an electric moment – as I kiss him hard on the lips I feel his slippery cock ease into my fully exposed hole. It felt so good. It felt better than anything I had ever experienced by another man as we kissed hard, passionately….”Why did it take us so long to discover this?” I barely felt the bed move, but then knew that someone was behind me, holding both of us, resting his cock along the crack of my ass, rubbing it gently against Ben’s cock which was slowly and deliberately sliding in and out of me. “Go for it Olly” purred my brother letting me know who was tight up against me. It was obvious Olly had lubricated his cock with something, so when he arched his back like an expert, then thrust upwards and forwards, his cock slipped straight into my already full hole. I grunt out an, “Oh fuck!” as my ass painfully feels like it’s split asunder as it spasms around two cocks. Yet it was just what I wanted wow I’ve gone from being an anal virgin to now taking two cocks at once in my love canal. The two hard cocks were like an electric current in me as they rubbed against each other, the pre-cum lubricating them sliding against each other within the tight confines of my anal passage. For the next few minutes it was an amazing mixture of sensations skewered on two cocks feeling every speed or angle change as all my senses focussed around my sphincter and prostate as the constant rubbing and constant kissing by them sent my brain into overdrive. As my brother and his partner alternated sliding their cocks in and out of my ass slowly, slow enough I guess for them to fuck and inflict damage yet with not enough friction for them to cum. Throughout their fucking my brother is whispering in my ear things like, "what a fabulous fuck your boy pussy is," followed by, "your cunt is so good around our cocks," then "what a nasty Poz cum dump you are," as other obscenities came I had to break the kissing to moan in arousal, arousal like this I had never felt before and was so turned on by the obscene compliments. Not to be left out Dan slid his hand between Ben and I and wrapped his free hand around my cock which was already jabbing into Ben’s now very slippery chest and as Dan controlled the movement of my cock, I kept fucking my cock into his fist. I was close, so close, my breathing now coming in short sharp intakes until I was begging to cum, to be fucked harder: it was so arousing. I also knew from their breathing that the other two men weren't far off cumming too. Suddenly there was only the instinct to cum, all three of us swallowed up in the moment. I felt my ass being pounded and my prostate prodded once too often as I cry out, “I’m c…c…c cumming” firing jet after jet of Neg cum all over Dan’s hand and my brother’s chest. “Fuck kid, where does it all cum from?” asks my cum splattered lover. As my sphincter squeezes hard around their cocks with each ejaculate I suddenly hear Ben cry out, “Oh fuck…” his cock stiffens, and I feel him pumping his radioactive Poz cum deep into my ass. It was too much for Olly as well. He screams out as he is pumping yet more toxic cum into me at that same moment. All three of us seem to last pumping out cum forever, but perhaps it’s only for a few seconds. Then all four of us are left lying relaxed in a heap together until Ben’s cock shrinks out of my ass…Olly relaxes in his arms as Dan looks at me "can I lick you clean as you suck me off ‘coz I’m the only one here yet to cum?" Dan squats over my face as his thick PA’d dick slides snake like to my open and willing mouth, my tongue dancing around his dick-head playfully licking around the horseshoe shaped metal adornment, as my hands instinctively grip his ass. Holy fuck, I think to myself, that ass of his. Like two blonde fuzz peaches. I have got to devote some time to just feeling that later and I went back to bobbing my head on his rock-hard dick. I could taste a mix of my own saliva and his delicious precum and I just fell into a comfortable rhythm. My head and tongue moved in tandem with his thrusts, as his tongue and mouth lick and tickle my groin, abbs and chest as he hoovered up my cold spent Negative juices. “Take care on the Prince Albert…I…I…I ahhhhh…can’t afford….ah…your dentaaaaaaaaaal…..Abruptly and without warning other than I see his body stiffen. “I'm...CUMMING! is all Dan said as he climaxed, grabbing my head tight between his legs and feeding me every drop of his Poz cum he could muster as it is filling me up, jet after beautiful jet, my mouth is full and his toxic red-hot cum starts to dripple down the sides of my mouth. “Liam! swallow before you fucking drown in cum!” Eventually our breathing returns to normal and I turn around and kissed Dan feeding him some of his own cum, “ummm nearly as tasty as you! Thank you, Liam, because that was... there are orgasms, and then there are ORGASMS and boy that was intense.” Then as he turns me over to inspect the damage done after my first DP fucking says on seeing my gaping puffy sore and raw hole says with laughter in his voice, “Err…Looks like we need a bigger plug to keep all that dirty cum in there now!”

On March 30th, 2007, a Friday night, it finally happened. A guy started emailing me. He’s fucking hot. Built, latino, HOT 8 inch uncut thick tool. Man I was in heat over his pictures. I’d been jacking (but not blowing) my tool all day since about 12:00 noon, reading and re-reading the stories on bugshare.net. After reading the guy's profile, it turned out he’s poz. I'm negative. He never mentioned it in our email chats back and forth. Until the last one. FUCK! I didn’t want him to say anything. He typed “Are you okay that I’m POZ?” I responded “I’m fine. No worries. Do you want me to bring rubbers, or are you okay without wearing one?” He wrote back, “I don’t have any condoms. Pick some up if you want. And bring lube.” I enthusiastically returned his email stating “I’m okay with you not wearing any. I’m not going to pick any up along the way. I’ll bring lube.” His response was brief: “Okay. See you in a few minutes.” Again I jumped in and outta the shower, re-checking my already douched and prelubed asshole: totally clean. Not an ounce of anything there at all. I was ready to go. I walked to his place, which was about 10 blocks away, a 20 minute walk, tops. All the way I inwardly repeated to myself “This is it. This is the night I get pozzed.” Still I was having second thoughts. I couldn't do this! It was madness. I wanted a house, a husband, kids, a mortgage—being poz would change all that. My horniness overtook me. He was hot. I wanted it. I’d already promised him (though I had backed out of hookups at the last minute before). Still, when I arrived at his apartment building I had another threshold to cross: I was supposed to call his cell phone when I got there so he could let me inside. Taking a deep breath, I nervously called his number. He answered on the first ring, saying he’d be right down. He arrived from around the rear of the building, walking towards the front entrance. He was as hot as his pictures and more. I was scared and nervous as hell—but also turned on completely. We exchanged greetings and made our way inside. Once we arrived at his small one bedroom apartment he asked "Would you like something to drink?" "No, thanks," I replied, "I'm fine." He came towards me and we kissed. Full-on, tongues darting back and forth kissing. Making out crazily. Momentarily I was able to forget he was poz. Man, he was a great kisser. We stumbled to the bed, continuously making out, touching each other, kissing. Eventually, after a few moments, I took off my shirt. His followed soon thereafter. Within ten minutes we were both down to our underwear. It was evident we were both aroused—our respectives hard-ons were straining at the seams. It was then I’d wondered if perhaps the half bottle of champagne I’d been working on that evening had gone to my head. There I was, laying on a stranger's bed whom I only knew by his first name, making out, about to get fucked. What was I doing? I thought back to my friend, from the Northeast. He’d willingly took several poz loads. Was I cut from the same mould? Had I already taken poz loads without knowing? If I were to willingly take a poz load—would that make it any different? No, I thought. I wanted to get fucked. We removed our briefs. I teased everywhere on his body but his cock. I started at his lips, working my way to his neck, nibbling all the way, licking my way down to his chest and his nipples, which were hardening and sticking outward. I bit them just a little. He moaned and writhed beneath me. I licked over his pecs and into his pits. His arms were above him and I licked out each hairy pit until it was soaking wet. I worked down the sides of his rib cage, pausing to lick around his navel. He was once again writhing in pleasure and moaning. His hard-on was standing at attention bobbing up and down ever few moments. He was dripping precum. I licked down to between his thighs—careful not to touch or lick his cock. I worked down to his balls. I licked them gently. I worked my lips back to his inner thighs, and eventually down his legs to his feet. I turned him over, gently, and licked up his legs until I reached his ass. I bit at his ass a few times, making him yelp and moan some more. Then I spread his ass cheeks and went in for the kill, rimming his asshole big time. Yeah, I know, I’m a bottom. But I get into ass rimming in a big way. His hole was tight. He really was a total top. But he sure did enjoy getting a nice juicy wet hole outta this hookup. Slowly, again, I turned him over onto his back. This time his cock was dripping precum like a faucet. I went down on him. I started licking up and down his shaft without taking his cock into my mouth fully. Then reaching the top, I grasped his tool by the base, held it upright, and placed my lips over his cockhead. He was dripping precum madly again. It had an awesome, salty taste. Then it hit me, once more. He’s poz. I was eating poz cum. No words were said, and my attention went back to his tool. I worked myself in a semi- 69 position, so he could eat out my asshole. He rimmed it heartedly for ten minutes while I worked on his tool. I held it at the base, straight up, and licked the foreskin which still enclosed his glans. He moaned. I flicked my tongue inside the foreskin, between it and the head of his penis. He was going crazy. Then I worked my mouth down on his tool, careful at first to keep the foreskin in place. Then, once I started moving the foreskin back and forth over his glans and onto his shaft. His precum came in buckets. My ass was totally wet. I moved around, once more, and straddle him and looked into his eyes. “Do you want to fuck?” I whispered, giving him yet another kiss. “Ugh” he moaned in affirmation. I leaned back down and said, “Are you really poz?” “Yeah.” “You know I’m neg." "Do you want a condom?” I said “Aaaahhh.” He had no words to say, as I began teasing his precum drooling cock head with my ass lips. I took my first downward movement onto his tool. His cock head was now teasing my ass lips. Then I finally did it: I squatted down on his cock head, which breached my ass. This was it - my first poz cock. Bareback in my negative hole. I felt his foreskin parting and folding back on his shaft as I slide down on top of him. Only a few seconds later, my mouth to his ear, I whispered, “Do you want to breed me?” "Yes," he responded. I took a full breath in, and completely impaled myself on his cock. His body jerked upward in ecstasy. I rode him for a few strokes—only five or six, total—before coming up and off his cock. I reached back behind my ass, and to his cock. I felt cum dribbling down the inside of my leg, as I straddled him. He’d already cum. I reached quickly to my asshole, gaping open, having just taken his cock. Sure enough there was cum dripping out. “You came already?” I asked. He replied, “Yeah, I couldn’t hold back." I’d done it. I’d taken a poz load. I said, “You’re totally hard. Do you want to fuck again?” “Fuck yeah” I forced my ass lips open and sat down on his cock full force again. We fucked. Hard. After only a few moments he was gasping, saying “I’m gonna cum… I’m… cumming! Argh!” He gave me his second load of poz jism. I hadn’t cum yet. I was still in shock. I’d let a poz stranger fuck me bareback. What was I doing? Well, there was no going back now, right? We made out for awhile longer. His cock never went down. Wow. The power or Viagra, I thought. At this stage, I didn’t care why it was hard – just that it was. A few minutes later, I mounted him again. Then we switched positions and he doggy fucked me. Only a few moments later and he was chiming those familiar words “Man, I’m gonna cum again.” I spurred on with “Fuck yeah, charge up my ass. Bareback me. C'mon. Breed me.” And he did. A few grunts later and I was pozzed with his third load. We rested for a few, but I hadn’t cum yet. I was still horny. I mounted him once more. I rode him on top for a good while. Then he doggy fucked me again, but he finally shot his fourth load into me sideways. My fucking balls were slapping at his cock as it raped my negative hole. He unloaded his fourth poz load into me. We got up, into a doggy position, and I moved his fingers back towards my asshole. I was totally dripping out his poz cum at this stage. I had him work one finger, then two, and soon three into my hole. I stretched and grunted as he pushed four fingers inside. When it seemed like he was ready to stop a few moments later, I reached underneath me—I was still in the doggy position—and grabbed his hand, and pushed it towards my hole. I was begging for it. I told him to fist me. He started working all five fingers into me; and it ached. I’d taken some thick butt plugs before, but this was way thicker than those. I tried three times and every time couldn’t get past the 'thick part'. I was frustrated. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked. I responded lustily saying “No. Fist me.” He pushed his hand towards my hole, once more, all fingers lined up and stretching my cunt lips outward. I knew that if I’d pushed out while he was pressing inward that it might help. I grunted, pushed outward like I was taking the shit of a lifetime. And YES his fist slid inside of me. Oh my god I was full. He was fisting me. His poz cum inside of me and HE WAS FISTING ME! I quickly pushed it out—it was too big. But I made him push it back inside three times more. On the final time I finally blew my load. It flew, and landed, everywhere. We made out for a few moments, then I dressed and walked home. It took about 15 minutes. I went into my bedroom, lay down on my bed, and fingered my asshole. Yep, it was swollen and stretched and still dripping poz cum. I logged online. Back to adam4adam. I noticed a guy who lived literally down the street from my place—only a few blocks. He was poz. He’d propositioned me a few months before—when I was nervous about taking poz cum. It was written in his profile, but we’d never discussed his status. He suggested I come over and take his load that day. But I got nervous, jacked off, and went to bed. This time was different, however. I chatted him up. We exchanged emails a few times. He wanted to breed me. I told him I was nervous, because I was negative. It was frightening how easily it rolled out of my mind and onto the screen. Such innocence. I never mentioned I’d just taken four poz loads. I showered, careful not to douche or shit out the poz cum still inside of me. I dressed (in the same clothing) and walked to his apartment. He met me at the door. He was not at all what I’d expected. He was late 40s, rather thin, and not quite the specimen I’d expected from his online pictures or compared to the guy I’d just bottomed for a few moments ago. Regardless, I was there. No turning back now. We made out for a few moments, then clothing was shed on the floor. We made our way to his bed. He made me choke on his cock while giving him a blow job. His cock grew to a thick eight cut inches. Although I was choking on it, he didn’t care. Rather he turned me around doggy style, got on the floor at the edge of the bed, and rimmed me out. Could he taste the cum still inside of me? I don’t know. After a few minutes, he spit on his tool and started rubbing it up and down along my ass crack asking “You ready boy?” “Yeah… fuck me,” I replied. He started pushing his cock into my hole. Having been already stretched wide it was super sore. It felt like I were taking a cock twice his thickness. He slid in the full length on the first stroke. I was being fucked by my second poz guy. I started begging him, “Stop. I can’t take it.” “Yes you can. You can take my cock,” he replied. “No, I can’t. You’re poz. I’m not. I don’t want to. I can’t do this.” He kept fucking me slowly. “You like getting barebacked, doncha?" “Yeah, but I’ve never been fucked by a poz guy before.” “Well you're getting fucked by one now. How does it feel?” I just grunted. It was amazing. “You want it, doncha” he asked. “I can’t. Wait. Stop. What if you poz me?” “You’re gonna get it sooner or later. I’m gonna poz your neg ass right here and now.” He started picking up the pace. I began to beg him to stop. But in reality I didn’t want him to stop. “No, please don’t. Please don’t cum in me. Please pull out!” “Nope,” he said, “You’re getting the bug tonight. Gonna poz you, boy.” I started bucking—trying to get away from him. I didn’t really want to get away, though. But he didn’t know that. “Please don’t. Don’t poz me.” “You’ve got it cumming, boy” he said, “you’re gonna get it someday anyway.” “Fuck—you’re right,” I cried. “Poz me. Make me poz. I don’t care. It feels good. Just fuck me. Poz me! Please?!” With that he started totally ass-raping my boy cunt. If it was even possible, it seemed as if his cock got even bigger. Grunting, he yelled ”Cumming in ur bitch. Pozzing ur hole,” and after about seven full blasts of cum, he stopped, gasping to catch his breath. I had cum on his bed without touching myself. He moved away and I felt empty. His cum ran from my hole. He fingered it back inside. As I was getting up he said, “You’re probably gonna get really sick in a few weeks. That’s how you’ll know you’ve got the bug.” I meekly replied “Okay,” dressed and left. I got home to my place a few blocks away with his cum staining my underwear. I logged onto my email account for Adam4Adam. There was a message from him stating “So I should let you know.. I’m not just poz, but I’m full blown. I stopped taking my meds a few months back and my viral load is high again. Thought you’d like to know.” A month or so later I went to the local clinic and got tested. It came back negative. Now I’m not sure what to do. Both of the guys, plus a few more, have offered to convert me. They know I’ve taken poz loads already but that it didn’t take. I’m torn at what to do.