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Part 2: My hair was hanging down in my face as my head was relaxed forward. I'd not but it up in a hairband since Nick told me he liked the long hair. But it wasn't the best in my current situation. Nick was kneeling in front of me....I could see his beautiful dark stomach and the faint Adonis belt before it disappeared behind the waistband of his faded jeans. My sex addled mind could focus on very little more than my desire to see what was hidden. Nick gathered my hair up in his hand and paused. "Hmmm. I think I need a solution for this pretty hair of yours....hold on a second". And with that, he disappeared from my view. A few moments later, he was kneeling again and I could see a thin cord of the same jute rope he had wrapped on my wrists. "I don't normally use this on a faggot's hair, but there's plenty enough time for me to use it elsewhere, too." He gathered up my hair tightly in his fist, and I knew he was basically tying my hair into a pony tail. When he was done it was just beyond be comfortable, but the soft "hmm"s and chuckles from Nick as he worked told me it was exactly what he wanted. "Now, back to you sucking my cock." He unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop down over his hips as he reached in and pulled out his cock. It was the biggest cock I'd played with, up to this point, and even bigger than the dildo I fucked myself with. He held my head up by my pony and slowly stroked himself. He was leaking precum, beading up at the head of his cock and slowly stretching towards the floor. I heard myself moan. I was so fucking hungry for that cock. Nick let my hair go and grabbed the poppers to hold under my nose again. "Take several strong huffs, pretty boy, and let go. Just ride the wave.....there you go....a couple of more...." Nick took a few hits himself and by the time he yanked on my pony again, I was well and truly in a popper haze. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. I better not feel any fucking teeth or I'll knock 'em down your throat. Stick out your tongue and open wide. I'll do the rest." I did as told and Nick guided his huge cock inside my mouth. I could taste all that precum and it was like heaven...a salty and sharp mix of flavor on my tongue and I knew I was hooked. Nick pushed in and used one hand on my pony to hold me steady and the other moved to my jaw. His grip in both places were like iron; he wasn't letting me go anywhere. He started slowly, pushing in to mouth and to the back of my throat...when it'd start to spasm he'd pull back...over and over...slowly giving my mouth and gag reflex time to adjust. "That's all the warm-up you get, pretty boy....time to take what I give you, now." With that, he pushed in forcefully, completely ignoring that spot where I'd start to gag and just pushed all the way down my throat. With my head in a vice, my wrists bound behind my back, there was nothing I could do. Nick set-up a brutal pace of fucking my throat....I immediately started crying and my spit was soaking his hand on my jaw and his cock was a slimy mess. Nick was calling me all sorts of names and yanking harder and harder on my hair. Every so often he would stop his fucking and just shove all the way down my throat...his curly pubes in my nose and his balls on my chin...and just hold it there. I couldn't breathe through all the snot and nose, and frankly even if I could Nick was so far down my throat, it wouldn't have mattered. "Choke on it faggot....choke on my fat cock."....and he'd pull back and start fucking again....then holding deep and making me struggle and go without breathing. "MMMMM. I love making a faggot choke out with my cock...can't breath can you, boy? So pretty watching you struggle....knowing in a few you're gonna go limp and black out...all from my cock. FUCK YEA! That's the best feeling in the world." But he'd pull out before that and brutally fuck my throat again. I have no idea how long this went on. I was lost in my own world of humiliation and domination and lightheadedness. Subspace or not, I just let Nick own my throat. And then he did it. He shoved back down my throat and held it. I'd given up struggling against him when he did this. I knew this game by now....over my head I heard him "Yea, pretty boy....such a good cocksucker. My pretty cocksucker now....time for a little nap." My chest was burning now, and a part of me knew he told me he'd do this and this was it.....he wasn't going to let me breathe...he was going to choke me out with his cock down my throat.....the darkness closed in around my eyes and....... I came to with a very hard slap across my cheek. "Wake the fuck up, faggot!" Nick growled at me. I opened my eyes to see him grinning at me and all I could think of was "fuck this man was a god and I worshipped him". He must have seen the look on my face because his grin got even wider and he rubbed my face telling me I was such a good boy for him. "Chase, pretty boy, you took that throat fucking like a champ. I'm so proud of you. You're making me so happy tonight." He kept running his hands over my face and smiling at me. "Now, whaddya say we make your fantasy come true and I piss up that beautiful hole of yours, hmm?" I could barely get out a whisper, "Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir". I tried to adjust my position on the ottoman, but found that even beyond my wrists being tied, now my hold upper body was wrapped in rope to the ottoman. Noticing, Nick told me "that's there to keep you safely on top....fucking your delicious throat made me realize you squirm a lot and I wanted to keep you secure." He patted my ass and moved around behind me. For a couple of minutes I had no idea what we was doing, but then he was back and talking to me. "Now, pretty boy, I know what you want tonight. And I'll give it to you. And you're such a pretty thing tied up for me and crying. You're the hottest little fag I've ever had, Chase. I'm a lucky man who gets to own you." He paused a second and was stroking my body from my shoulders to my ass and down my thigh. "Now, so far everything we've done was stuff you told me you were OK with, right?" I nodded. "Good, good. That's what a pretty boy like you deserves. We didn't discuss your safeword, and I've been good to not push things where you'd need it. Do you have a safeword, Chase?" "Yes, Sir....'peach' is my safeword." "Peach?!" Nick was chuckling..."how did you come up with that?" "From a joke....'what does a Junior Leaguer say during sex?....Peach...I think I'll paint the ceiling peach." I was smiling at the memory of my first BF telling me that joke. And Nick was full-on laughing with me. "Well, good as one as I suppose there is." I could hear the humor in his voice. But a second passed and the next time Nick spoke, he was close to my ear, and there was no humor in it. "But, my pretty little Chase....you don't get that tonight. Because you came into my world, all smiling and innocent and so fucking pretty. And you didn't once ask me about it...or mention it....and now you belong to me. And my faggots don't get safewords because I own them." I started panting and shaking. Fear gripped me and I was shaking me head. "Yeah, you're scared now, huh, faggot? I can see it....you're even whimpering for me. I love this part...I love seeing a new plaything realize just how fucked they are." I was babbling, and begging and crying and Nick stood up next to me....I could feel him towering over me as I begged to be let go, apologized, anything I could think to say, even if most of it was unintelligible through the tears. Nick straddled my bound body and he reached down, grabbing my head by the pony and pulling it up hard, craning my neck backwards. With his other hand he maneuvered a painters mask...a painters mask? over my nose and mouth....and then a second one on top of it. I immediately inhaled and knew there were poppers in/on? the masks. Once both were in place and I was inhaling the poppers with ever ragged breath, Nick let my head drop back down. "That should help keep you pliable, pretty boy. Don't worry, if you pass out, I'll take care of you. If you scream or yell or cry, I'll take care of you. But nobody will hear you, and nobody is going to stop you getting your fantasy tonight. You're tight little hole is going to be my piss pot right after I breed you like you were born to be." I was so high on the poppers I barely could tell what was happened from here and in what order. What I can remember is feeling Nick grab the plug in my ass and tug on it. He tugged a little and let it go.....tugged a bit more and let it go....tugged yet again and my hole struggled to stretch so he could pull it out, and he let it go....over and over tugging on it but never pulling it out. Then after a few minutes, and tugged and pulled the widest part out of my hole. I felt the stretch, just the wrong side of too much and it gave. But my relief was short lived. No sooner than it gave then Nick forced back in. I yelled. And he did it again. Over and over. As I started crying, he was laughing. "Oh, this is only the start, faggot. This hole is too tight and too fresh for all the plans I have" and "Cry all you want, pretty boy....it's music to my ears and only make me hungrier for what I have planned". My mind was barely aware of what was happening....the poppers in the painters mask had me so fucked up. I'd never had poppers like this and I struggled to stay conscious. I felt the mask suddenly fall away and Nick saying "that's enough of those"....and then he pulled the plug out of my hole for good. The entire length was gone and I could feel my hole clinching on nothing and trying to close. "oooooh, look at that pretty faggot hole....trying to close up after I gave it so much love....no, no, no....we can't have that can we, pretty boy?". I felt Nicks fingers slide inside me....there was at least 2....I wasn't sure....He was pumping his fingers in and out of my hole and what had been torture earlier was now so nice...I was moaning for him....moaning for his fingers and trying to twist and shimmy my ass to get more of them inside me. "Oh yeah, now your hole is wanting more....just how it always is....the first bit is always the hardest, making sure my new hole knows resistance means nothing to me and it will always give up to what I want." He pulled his fingers out. And then they came back and I knew my hole just opened up for him when he pushed them deep back inside. This time there was a sharp sting, like a nail caught on me, and then it burned. I yelped, "something's wrong...it's burning!"....Nick rubbed his hand on my ass, "nothing's wrong, pretty boy....sorry about that...it'll stop in a few and your hole will feel better than it ever has". He kept pumping his fingers in side me....the burning subsided....and then his fingers would leave my hole....then come back and I'd feel the little sharpness and burn again....but then it would fade....I think this happened 3 or 4 times, I'm not sure. I started feeling flush and hot all over my body. The popper haze was completely gone now but something else was making me feel weird. Like I felt weird in my own skin. Nick kept working my hole with fingers and and telling me I was such a good boy and a pretty boy and how my hole was becoming such a work of art. He reached forward and pulled the painters masks over my nose and mouth again "just for a few minutes, pretty boy....just until I get you used to my cock now." The scent of poppers overwhelmed me again and between the odd feelings in my head and body and hole, the poppers worked their way into my mind. I felt Nick remove his fingers and then I felt the head of his cock at my hole. I moaned when his head slipped inside, and he pulled it back out. "You sounded like you liked that, pretty boy. Did ya? Did you like your owner's cock slipping in your cunt?" He did it again, and I moaned even louder. "Oh yes, yes, I think you do." Ah few more times of teasing my hole like that and Nicked gripped my hips...painfully so, and then he fucked into my hole with one hard, unforgiving thrust. I yelled and the pain was overwhelming, especially when he breached my 2nd hole, without a single bit of prep. "Oh fuck yea!" Nick was yelling "Nothing better than forcing past a virgin second, especially a hole such as pretty as yours." Before I could really adjust, Nick was sliding all the way out and slamming back in, another shock of pain went through me and I cried out again. "mmm....yeah, faggot, keep crying for me like that". Over and over Nick kept slamming into me. Each time more pain and more cries and tears from me. "Ah...there it is, now your hole has given itself over to me....took more time than I thought it would, but I guess that just lets me know I'm the first man this deep inside you." I couldn't answer because I was in tears....my body was overwhelmed with the poppers, the odd feelings the rest of my body and hole feeling like they were on fire, and the pain. Nick reached forward and removed the mask again, and l could breath fresh hair, and he settled into a hard pounding, once the pain faded, the walls of my hole were like fire and Nick was rubbing them in all the right ways....I was moaning. "Yeah, moan like the slut in heat you are, faggot....I know what I got with you." He fucked me and I was in heaven. His long strokes and thick cock was everything I didn't know I was craving. After what felt like an eternity, Nick buried himself deep and draped himself over my back, pulling my pony back and biting down hard on my shoulder. I felt him convulse and his cock plump and knew he was breeding me. The first time I'd ever been bred, and here was this brutal man who refused to listen to a safeword and I was in heaven. I didn't know why I felt like I did, but I wanted him to keep fucking me more and more. But here he was filling me with his cum, and soon to be his piss. He pushed himself back up and and kept ahold of my hips. "Hold on, boy, you're about to get your fantasy." We both waited a moment, our breaths ragged. Then I felt it. "Aaaaaah, there it is, boy", Nick barely whispers. I felt the strangest sensation....a warmth that I wasn't expecting. Then I could feel the weight; Nick's piss was filling me up, fuller than I had expected. "Mmmm....such a wonderful feeling filling up my boy's cunt with my piss. All done now. Now, when I pull out, I want you to clinch up and hold it in."..."Yes, Sir." Nick began to slowly pull out and my hole was almost yelling at me to beg him "no" to not pull out. But he did, and I clinched up like he'd told me. Nick rubbed my ass, and then I felt something pushing at my hole again. "Let this in, boy....this is going to hold all my special piss inside you for a bit...make sure you get everything you need." As soon as I relaxed a bit, Nick forced the huge plug in my hole and even I could hear the squelch. "Such a pretty hole....you did a good job boy not letting my piss out. Now, we're going to keep you just like this for awhile. I'm going to get you some Advil and then, in a little while, we'll take you to the shower and get you emptied out. How does that sound, Chase? Does my pretty boy want to do this for me?" "Yes, Sir....very much for you, Sir" Nick stepped away and a few minutes later, he was back in front of me, holding two pills in his hand and a glass of water. "Take these, Chase, and it'll make you feel better, ease some of your discomfort." I let him put them on my tongue and drank the water through a straw. Nick patted my cheek softly and leaned over and kissed me. "There you are boy. Now you're going to feel really good, and you'll be mine. My pretty boy, my pretty little faggot, and my hole to abuse and share." "I'm sorry, what, Sir?" "You dumbass pretty boy. You've got a gut full of chem piss that's getting you higher and higher the longer it sits inside you. You had 3 shards shoved up your cunt and didn't even realize it. And now you just took a couple of pills of MDMA. You may've never been high before, but in about half an hour, you're going to be so fucking high, you won't even remember why this was a bad idea." Nick's voice was getting deeper and rougher as he told me this. "And now, you're mine. Tied down and going no where, and there's not a fucking thing you can do. You are now my property, and you won't ever walk out that door without a chain around your neck. Do you understand what property means, now, Chase? My very pretty piece of property?" I couldn't reply. Through whatever drugs or sex haze was in my head, I registered everything he said. But I couldn't speak....all I could do was let my head fall down when he let go of my pony and I cried. Sobs wrecked my body, and all Nick did was stand over me and laugh. "Don't worry....those drugs will make you feel good about everything soon enough. You'll soon be craving everything I have in mind for you. We just have to wait." With that, a bag or pillowcase or something went over my head and I heard Nick walk away leaving me right there on his ottoman.

I want to tell you all about the past week I have had... Monday: I had the day off from work and woke up with a fucking hard on from hell. I was fucking horny... so horny that I couldn't even think, my animal brain kicked in and I just needed to fuck. I got on the usual sites, looking for any slut who would take my load. I got a message on Grindr from a guy I had chatted with before but had never hooked up with. We were both horny and decided to meet up, good thing was he was only about a mile from my place. Before I went over he told me one thing, his fiancée was home and fast asleep. He was fucking hot. Short, cubbish guy with a blonde beard. He snuck me into their guest bedroom, he told me his fiancée worked the night shift and slept in until 2p, so we had to be quiet and quick. We each got our clothes off and he started sucking on my already hard dick, he had a deep throat and was able to swallow me whole no problem. I put him up on the bed and started to eat his pussy, it was pink and had some light blonde fuzz, his hole tasted sweet. I flipped him over on his back and I slid my cock inside, his eyes widened and he stared at me with this look of surprise, I don't think he was expecting my cock to stretch him out that much. We fucked for about 20 mins, I pounded him deep and he was trying hard to not wake up his fiancée with his moans. I was getting close and whispered to him "I'm gonna make you mine, your pussy belongs to me now" that drove him wild and within a few more strokes I emptied my nuts inside him. I wondered what his partner thought when he woke up and found my load in his fiancée's hole. Tuesday: Tuesday was a busy day at work and I was horny still thinking about Mondays fuck. I decided to hit up one of my regulars. After I clocked out, I headed to his place. Lets call him Ben. Ben is a total daddy type, older, fit, with deep hole and sensitive tits. We smoked some pot, had a couple beers, talked about our jobs, then got to business. Ben loves to suck my dick. He has a very sensitive gag reflex but tries very hard to get down to the base of my cock. He always starts by sniffing my ripe foreskin, he's a nasty fucking pig and loves my stink. He takes his time cleaning my cock and begins to go all the way down on my thick 7 incher. He gags hard but I keep his head down, he's not coming up for air until I let him. He gags again, and again and again. He's trying hard to breathe through his nose and mouth. He gags again and this time I can see snot and saliva coming out of his nose so I give him a break. His eyes are bloodshot and teary. He takes some deep breaths and thanks me. After that hot throat milking, my cock was slick with throat spit and throbbing. He hopped on top of me and slid down on my cock with no lube. He rode me while I chewed on his tits, which made him fucking yell with pleasure. "Yea dude! Fuck that feels good! I fucking love your breeder cock!" He has a filthy fucking mouth that always gets me to nut, and soon enough I was flooding his hole. Wednesday: Decided to spend the night with my boyfriend. Wednesdays are usually the nights we spend together. I cooked him dinner while he finished up some work. After dinner he was hungry for my cock. He is a fit scruffy older dude, nice built chest and boneable butt, with a tight hole. He likes to suck my dick under the covers and lick my taint and balls which always gets me in a breeding mood. Soon as eh got me hard he turned about and presented his hole to me. I lubed him up and began to stick some fingers in his hole, fingering his g spot while he huffed on some poppers. It takes him a minute to open up, he knows I like a hole loose and sloppy. My fingers up his ass always gets him to cum, and I always love to rub and press on his prostate, which drives him wild. After a couple minutes he shot all over the bed, he stayed ass up and was now ready for my cock. I mounted him and started edging my cock in his hole, which keeps him hard. I was going deep and soon picked up the pace, I flipped him over and began nibbling on his ear while I started fucking him missionary, by this point his hole was open and he wrapped his legs around me and locked me in. I started to huff and growl while his hole was making noise and talking back to me, I felt a big fucking load building up in me. It was one of those big ones that you can feel starting from your taint. I felt that fucking seed filling up my balls and then with a big fucking growl, it all came pouring out of me. I felt it shoot two, three, four times and he kissed me on the cheek and said "I love it when you cum in me." Thursday: By Thursday I was feeling very satisfied, but my cock still wanted more. I thought it would be a good idea to head to the other side of town for a drink after work, check out the available sluts in a new area. I hopped on sniffies and posted on the community board, "Looking for some hot pussy to breed" I got a couple of messages, the usual blank profiles and a couple of real hot sluts, but one really stood out to me. He was latino, with a big bubble butt, thick thighs and a smooth pussy. That alone got me hot, but he told me he wanted it completely anon, glory hole style and I of course said "Fuck yes." Lucky for me his place was only a couple blocks from the bar I was at. "Suck first or ass up under GH sheet when you walk in?" I replied with "Ass up so I can eat your pussy" I made it to his building, and when I opened the door to his apartment there was that perfect ass of his fucking ready for my dick. I ate him out and he moaned like a bitch in heat. He had a bit of an accent which just turned me on even more. "Oh yea baby, You like my pussy? Eat it! I want to fill your foreskin inside me." He had gotten me so fucking worked up I just lubed my dick, slid inside and started pounding hard. His cunt was silky smooth, felt almost exactly like a real cunt. I felt him grip my dick, his hole was like a fucking milking machine. "Oh yes baby, I love your cock, oh baby breed me please." I started spanking his ass, he liked that, I couldn't hold it in for very long and I was ready to blow. I let out a fucking roar so loud I wondered if any of his neighbors down the hall heard me. I told him thanks, and got up and walked out, didn't even see his face or got his name, but I'll remember to hit him next time I'm on his side of town. Friday: End of the week. I was beginning to notice that all the daily fucking had just made me hornier and hornier. I got a message on IG from a guy who was visiting LA from out of town. We had been following each other for a while and had exchanged a lot of nudes and vids so we were both horny for one another. We decided to meet at a bar just to get to know each other a bit. We had a couple of brews and soon we were both getting very handsy. We decided to head back to his hotel. I was real fucking horny for him I just started to get him undressed, he took off his clothes one by one, slowly and when he slipped off his jeans, what was underneath was a pair of lacey black crotchless panties. I was definitely surprised but that smirk on his face turned me on. "You wanna be a good girl for me?" He nodded and we started making out. By this point I was totally naked and he just hand on those panties. I stuck his face in my pits, ripe from a full and active day at work. He moaned. "Yea sniff those fucking pits, good girls take deep breaths" He sniffed. "One more" I said. He was high off my scent. I shoved him on my dick he was a good cock sucker. "Atta girl, suck my dick baby." Those panties really turned me on and got me to start talking nasty. He fucking loved it. I got him up on the bed, and put him in prime baby making position, on his back, feet up in the air. I slid inside through the hole in his panties and that lace felt so good rubbing against my balls. "I'm gonna fuckling get you pregnant." "Yes Sir." he said. I started pumping, and grabbing on his perky little tits which he really loved, "Yea Sir, grab my tits, suck on them." Sucking on a nice pair of nips gets me fucking hornier than hell. "You're gonna make me a dad aren't you? I'm gonna put a fucking baby in you." I said in between moans. "Oh baby girl, daddy's gonna cum, daddy's gonna get you pregnant!" With that final stroke, I shot my load deep in his pussy. The next day he flew back home and who knows in nine months, I might be dad. I'm thinking of doing this regularly with my other various sexual adventures. Hope you enjoyed that. If you're in LA and want some of my breeder seed hit me up and you can be a part of the next one.

Part 2. Tom's play in that Friday night game was flawless. The team shut out the opponent. They showered, picked up the bags and headed to board the bus. It was a new bus driver who really didn't know the guys and they didn't know him. After about 15 min on the road, a few players were dozing. Tom only wished he had had time for an ice bath. Although he did a great job on the field, he had a problem between his legs. That ice bath would have taken care of it. As the bus pulled up there were few lights on. Coach preceded the boys into the building. Dorm A was for Seniors, B was for remaining players. A was much nicer than B, but the younger guys expected it to be so. Coach called a quick meeting as he handed out locker keys and bed assignments. Neither dorm had a direct exit to the outside. Everyone entered and left through the main reception area. Staff was off duty for the night and would return at 7 in the morning. The guys sat patiently in the reception hall waiting for the talk about rules. They were always the same. No one leaves the building after lights out. Wake up would be 7 and breakfast at 7:30. PT at 8:30 and then canoes, swimming, a few pickup games and cards. Coach had each player bring a Tervis lidded mug. He wanted plenty of fluids to avoid dehydration. Coach never let guys share. Too much danger of an infection among the entire team. He filled the mugs with sports drinks himself. Collected them and refilled them every two hours. Unbeknownst to the team, he would add a little something extra to intensify the team's ability to concentrate on the business at hand. But Tom always got a little something extra, something coach had cooked up a mixture of sexual stimulants. He knew Tom would never be less than half hard and much of the time, rock hard. Coach knew that Tom was 19 and fair game. He also knew he could make Tom want some private Tom with Coach. Saturday morning passed. The guys broke into groups, some swimming. Tom wanted to canoe and too Reed, his favorite receiver with him. The paddled leisurely around the lake arriving at a quiet cove. Reed hat set his watch alarm so they wouldn't miss the next 2 hour dose of sports drink. The day was unusually warm and the boys wore only shorts. Each had applied sunscreen and helped the other with back. Tom noticed a tingling as Reed rubbed the sunscreen on him . Odd he had never felt that before, but worse was the total hardening of his constantly half-hard cock . He chalked it up to not getting any from the girl for too long. Reed just kept saying, Tom you are the hairiest guy I have ever seen. Your shoulders and back are hairy. Your front is a fur coat and your arms and legs are covered. Are you sure you aren't one of those mythical creatures, you know man top goat bottom. Tom replied that he was just virile and check feet, hairy but not hooves. Reed gave him a shoulder bump and laughed. Paddling back to the camp, the guys talked about futures. Both wanted to go to college. Reed said the pussy would be wild and free. Tom felt a drop of precum ooze out with that. Damn, that cock was rock hard again. He had to get in Jan's pussy and soon. But he knew Monday would be with coach. He'd have to find time to get Jan out for a ride in the country. Then he'd ride her like one of those goat legged creatures with big cocks

OK, so I figured since I had transported several more patients who were AIDs sick to the medical facility, I always try to make the ride to and from a pleasurable experience for us both. My thoughts always turn back to my patient Ken, and the fun we had that day, and the fact that I was able to have sex with him in the back of my medic unit ambulance was high on my excitement list. My partner is still unknowing of my adventure. I know he always relieved when I volunteer to be the one who is in the patient care positing on those incidents. So, since I had met a lot of the nursing staff that work in this Hospice Center, I was able to get a part time job working as a Tech on my days off. Doing this, I would get to give bed baths, empty urinals, draw bloods and start IVs on all of the hospice patients. Some of these guys I would attend too, they would try to scare me by flashing me their cocks and reach out to rub my butt through my scrub pants. Of course I would always call their bluff which usually would shut t hem down. One guy, Paul was in his final days of Hospice, and was bold in telling me about his ability to "take care of business" with his lovers over the years, prior to getting ill. He would say how most of his lovers, couldn't handle his cock, since he could have multiple orgasms and had a quick recovery and could keep going. He always thought I was straight, and thought he would shock me. I surprised him one day while I was bathing him in his bed, I was giving his cock and balls a nice washing. He was beginning to get hard in my hand, and I could tell he was pretty hung. He said, well, it looks like his anaconda has taken an interest in me and is coming alive to greet me. I said well, I guess I should be polite and get acquainted, so I leaned down to take a close look, took his cock into my hand around the base, and said... "good morning, so you do have some life left in you, and I hear you had a busy life when you were in your prime". I guess this surprised him because his cock twitched some, and began to grow harder. He had a drop of precum appear at the tip so I said, well, it looks like his anaconda is drooling a little at the mouth. He said that it obviously liked what it saw, so I leaned down and licked the tip slowly and it was a string of the precum on my lips as I pulled back giving him a nice show. I was about 10 - 12" away from his cock, and the thick string just kept clinging to my tongue and lips. I looked up at him and just smiled and he let out a soft moan. I then moved my mouth to his cock again and opened my mouth and put about 4" into my mouth before I closed my mouth around him. I began to move my head up and down his shaft a few times, and could tell his precum went into over drive and I had an easy 2-3 Tablespoons of it in my mouth. I preceded to try to keep him deep into m y mouth and I could feel his cock growing harder and longer as it kept growing deeper into my throat. I saw that I was leaking precum now too, and it began to leak through my scrub pants, and I knew I would have to pour some wash water on the front to cover it up from the other nurses. He told me it was the best blow job he had ever had and he was going to cum soon. I stopped sucking him and rolled him onto his side, I had already drawn the curtain and the door was pulled to so if anyone was to open the door, I would have time to straightened up before being caught. I looked him in the eye and told him to fuck me, and I lowered my scrubs and backed my ass up to him. He told me he wanted to fuck me ever since he saw me, and would fantasize about me as he would jerk off. I told him to save up his loads and I will let him fuck me when I could be available. He pushed into me and was only able to last about 30 seconds and the came in me. I stayed still as I worked my ass muscles to get every drop. When he finished, I turned around and put him back in my mouth to finish cleaning him off, the I wiped him with the wash cloth. This was about 9 AM and I told him I would be back around lunchtime. As promised, when I went in at lunch, he smiled and threw back his sheet to show me that his cock was hard again, so I turned and closed the door, pulled the sheet and went to suck him and get another breeding session from him. I am turning into a whore.

Part 1 At 18 I heard rumors about a place that catered to poz men and those who were chasing and I never thought it was real. There was a rumor about what guys refered to as a poz carnival and it came around only once a year. It was rumored to be held at a lavish estate owned by the wealthiest man in the town who was rumored to be a poz sex addict and he always opened his doors to those who were poz and who wished to be so he came up with the idea of the poz carnival. Thankfully his estate was deep in the woods so there was no chance of anyone imputing on the festivities and every thing was kept on the hush so that there was no worries about women and children would know about it either just the men who wanted a re charge and those who wanted to be in the life and start the best way possible. I was never sexually active a part from learning to masturbate from porn and the ocasinal finger and objects up my ass so I was inexperienced in the Cummings and goings of sex so to speak. At 18 I stood at 5ft 9 I was your average red headed twink with long bright red hair that was long down to my ass and was kept into a ponytail. My slim body came from the years of just running in my neighborhood and of course I had freckles all over my pale skin. I have been mistaken as a girl so many times growing up and people were shocked when they heard my deep voice to tell the I was a guy and they responded that they were sorry they just assumed with my thin body and my very plump ass that they were going to be with a sexy girl. It turned me on that guys found me sexy even if they got spooked that I turned out to be a guy. I looked online on the few sites only for gay men and found some pictures of the carnival from pas years and was surprised at what I saw. It looked like a normal carnival with games rides food ECT but as expected all I saw on there were gay men of all types walking around naked. There wasn't any kind of man excluded from the carnival so basically if you were old enough to attend and had a cock you were in. There was a link at the top of the photos that read sign up and a link so I clicked the link and was taken to a reservation page for anyone to sign up for the carnival. It read that there was no cost required for it but you did have to show what your status was and attach a recent test result as well. I was getting excited and was breathing heavily because I just got my recent test results back today and it showed negative so I quickly filled out the form to attend and as I read through the form before hitting submit there was a part at the bottom stating that if you were serious about attending that all rules were to be followed and that anyone who was attending and was neg will be 100 percent poz upon leaving. I filled everything out and submitted my results and almost instantly got a response in my email confirming that I would be allowed there and got the time and date for the carnival. It said that it would be in 2 weeks and that it would go on for three days so if I wanted to attend the full three days to bring anything I needed and that there would be accomodations for ones who wanted to stay. I was so excited at this point that my body was shaking and I had to sit there and breath before my body finally calmed down. Another email was sent to me and when I opened it there was a map of the layout for the carnival where the rides and games were going to be as well as some detailed pictures of some of the rides and there was a few marked spots on the map. Those spots had a red biohazard symbol on them and they were designated sex spots if some guys wanted to have some privacy for sex. I looked at some of the pictures of the rides and saw what you would normaly see at a carnival, you had your ferris wheel, spinning rides, a few small coasters, drop rides and I looked closer at them and saw a that any of the seats or spots for a rider to be that they each had a fairly large dildo on them. There was a caption at the bottom of the pictures saying that the riders will have them in their asses wither they are a top or bottom when riding the rides and that made me harder than ever. I looked for a while longer but then decided to head to bed with the thoughts of excitement to cum.

I started off pretty innocent, all things said. I'd made it all the way through college without getting high once, not even pot. My oldest brother was a serious stoner and dropped out of college, and I never wanted to hear my parents talk about me in the way they did about him. So I was a model child - straight As and drug-free. Right up until I was 23. I'd known I was kinky. My first sexual experiences was jerking off while smelling the undershirts and briefs of my uncles. I'd sneak in and steal jocks from the football locker room in high school. In college, I experimented more, and was 100% sure I was a submissive. I longed for a Dom, but was often too shy to do anything about it. Anyways, after graduating college and joining the "real world", I'd moved to Atlanta and started hooking up here and there. And on one particular Friday, I decided to make a fantasy of mine come true: I wanted to have a guy piss in me after coming. I got online and went to NKP and made a post. I was honest about things - what I was looking for, etc. I got a few responses from men who were definitely offering more than I was interested in, either by partying or they were poz or whatnot. I longed for the darkness they offered, but I wasn't there. I waited for something more my speed. It finally came in the response from a profile that could have been tailor made for me. Nice older black man, in his early 40s, muscular from work, and not a gym, negative and didn't mention drugs in his profile at all. Nick sounded perfect. "hey there, cutie. I see you're looking for something specific tonight". I replied that I was; it had been a fantasy of mine. We chatted a bit more, talking about my interests and limits. Yes, we could do bondage. Yes to oral. Yes that I while I didn't bareback, I knew I'd have to for this. And the big one, no, I didn't use any drugs. Nick said he was in, told me to get myself cleaned out and come over to his place about 8:30pm. I headed over and pulled into his driveway about 8:20. I texted him and he said to come on inside, the door was unlocked. He wanted me to strip and kneel when I got inside. I did so, and then Nick walked into the foyer. He was everything his profile showed and then some. I was smitten just seeing him walking towards me in nothing but a pair of well worn jeans. Nick had a smooth solid chest, tightly curled black hairs covering his chest, and I could see his pubes just above the waistline of his low-fitting jeans. Everything about Nick was my type. "Damn, you are one pretty little white boy," he drawled. His accent was much deeper than my own. "Um...thank you, Sir. Most men think I'm a little too femme." "No worries about that, boy. I like you girly ones even better." He was standing over me and I was shaking like a leaf looking up at him. "Don't be nervous. I can see you shaking. I'll make this good for you." Nick reached around and gathered my long hair up in his hand and held on. He started walking away, pulling on my hair and making me stumble forward on all fours and struggle to crawl behind him to keep up. "That's right, on your knees and trailing after me like a good boy. You was made for this." In the middle of Nick's living room he had a low ottoman and he led me over to it. "Lay your chest over it, boy, with your hands behind your back." I did as he told and he gathered up my wrists and I could feel the roughness of a jute rope wrapping around them and tying them together. "I like to use rope that leaves a mark, boy. This way you'll remember you were bound at my mercy for a few days later....every time you see these marks." I tried to adjust my wrists to get comfortable, "don't struggle too much boy or you'll sure to mark up your wrists and rub em raw. Make sure you can move and feel your fingers. I don't want them too tight." I did as told and let him know they were OK. "Now, lets get these shoes and jeans off". While I was draped over his stool, Nick went about undressing me from the waist down. I was wearing a cute pair of lacy purple thongs and Nick told me how sexy they were and how he was going to leave them on me. He settled back behind me and I sort of relaxed into the ottoman holding my weight, and Nick started rubbing my ass and my hole. I felt him dribble some lube on my crack and jumped at the coldness. "Settle down now!" Nick yelled at me and gave a powerful smack on my ass that had almost had me crying from the start. "I don't want to hear nothing from you, boy, while I work you open. You aren't nearly ready for my cock, so you shut the fuck up and give me your ass to open!" He brutally shoved 2 fingers in all the way to the knuckles right away. I yelped and got another heavy slap on my ass. "Do I need to gag you to shut you up?!"...."No, Sir....I'll be quiet and good." Nick played with my hole....2 fingers....and then a 3rd....then two fingers from each hand and pulling my hole apart. I struggled to keep quiet, because Nick was absolutely not going easy with any of it, but I did. I wanted his cock and piss inside me, and if I had to suffer a little to get it, I would. Working my hole with 3 fingers, I heard Nick lubing up something behind me...and I just assumed it was his cock. But next thing I know, he's moved to my side, has one hand holding my bound wrists in my back and holding me down. His fingers are stretching me wide as he fucks them in and out of me. "Now, faggot, you take this quietly, and don't tell me 'no' or to stop, and you'll get my piss inside you. You pussy out and cry or beg me to stop and I will, and I'll send your ass home." "Yes, Sir, I understand". With that, he removed his fingers and a few seconds later, I felt something hard and blunt pushing my hole. "This is bigger than my fingers, faggot, but you need to wear this to get ready for my cock. Take it like a good hole...like the good hole you said you are." I accepted the tip, but it flared large fairly quickly and started stretching me beyond what Nick had already prepped me for. He knew the moment when I began to struggle because his hand clamped tightly around my wrists and his entire arm held me in place. "Not a fucking sound from you, faggot!". He growled at me and applied more pressure. I was trembling underneath them and fighting to keep from crying out as he pushed it deeper....when I thought I was about to tear into, I felt it pop in, and my ass clinched up around it. "Such a good faggot. Stayed good and quiet, too". Nick was rubbing my back and down my over my ass...jostling the plug a little just because. He paused for a moment and wiped his hands on a towel he had ready, and moved around in front of me. He lifted my head and brushed the tears on my face away. "Here, take a few hit of these and relax....your hole knows it has what it wants and it'll accept it." Nick held an open bottle of poppers under my nose, and I did 4 deep inhales on his instruction....four on the left side and hold....then release....then 4 on the right side and hold....then release. By the time that last exhale the poppers were hitting me hard, and I could relax some around the large plug in my hole. I didn't think I'd ever had anything that big inside me. "You look so pretty, Chase, bent over my stool....wearing my ropes.....crying for me." It was the first time he'd said my name, and I felt like the best boy in the world. "Now, you said you could deep throat, right pretty boy?"...I nodded "Yes, Sir". He gave a low growl and said, "that's exactly what I wanted to hear. Here, have some more poppers and then I want to feel your throat around my cockhead."

Mark tossed and turned as the memories tormented his dreams. His own commander handed him over to Farid, the local warlord he was in league with helping him smuggle opium. Farid was supposed to make sure he vanished leaving his commander and fellow soldiers without blood on their hands. He had been stripped naked and herded towards the large walled house that was Farad's base a mile or so away as Farid rode in a jeep watching. After several attempts to run his wrists had been bound in front of him and a long rope attached by which he was led by the smirking warlord . When he reached the house he was taken to a room that seems luxurious and his wrists were chained above his head to a rope hanging from the ceiling. Farid had entered and walked around him touching him on his ass gripping a cheek then run his hands over his arms testing the muscles there and finally down to his chest stroking the smooth skin between his pectorals. Mark’s body had always been virtually hairless, a small light brown bush above his cock and a dusting of fine hairs under his arms. “Such a beautiful girl you are” Farid said in heavily accented English as he examined every inch “If you can't tell the difference between a man and a girl you are blind or crazy” Mark snarled back “It would be such a shame to waste one so beautiful” Farid said the front of his loose pants showing a large bulge “I think I will spare your life and instead take you as my new wife” and he leaned in to kiss Mark’s helpless lips thrusting his tongue into his mouth then he stepped back and commanded “prepare her for the ceremony” and exited the room “I’m a man!” Mark shouted “He won’t listen” came a soft voice from the side “His culture demands he only be with women so he calls us girls and makes us his ‘wives’. He killed the first cleric who objected and now they ignore the lie to stay alive. He has the loyalty of so many men and the opium brings him so much money that none dare challenge him” said a slim man dressed in silks. He wore what looked like a fortune in jewels and silver and moved in a particularly feminine way. “I was the first and I don’t mind. I loved him since I was a boy but thought we could never be together. This is a small sacrifice to be with him. I am Assad. If you listen to me your life here will not be unpleasant” “Except that I don’t think I will like being fucked by a crazy man. I’m fine with people being with who they want but I am into women only. I don't want to be another man’s wife” “For you it’s a choice between that and death. I think though you will not even be given that choice. With me it is love though he would never admit it. We were secretly lovers for years. With the others” and Assad indicated four other men dressed similarly to him but not as richly and with no jewels “they were all leaders of rival groups who challenged him. He broke them using their own bodies against them. They eventually gave in to the pleasure he brings and the hopelessness of the situation. There is no escape for them or for you” Mark noticed the other four men would not meet his eyes as they released his wrists and forced him into a perfumed bath and finally into the silks that seemed to be almost a uniform. Farid returned soon after with a cleric of middle years and Mark was forced to kneel next to the warlord as the cleric uncomfortably went through a ceremony in his own language Mark could not understand When the cleric finished Farid stepped in front of Mark and pulled his cock from his pants. It was massive 10 inches at leas darker than the rest of his body and heavily veined. One of the other “wives” pried his jaws open and Farid pushed that huge cock in. Mark’s one attempt to bite was rewarded with a blow to the head that made him see stars, He finally just let it happen actually hoping he would choke to death as Farid fucked his throat but Farid had done this many times and knew when to let him breathe The cleric watched with disgust as Farid pulled out till just the head was in Mark’s mouth and came giving Mark first load of many he would be forced to swallow over the next months He was raised to his feet and Farid kissed him deeply and reached behind him to grip his ass “Tonight I will truly claim you my new bride” That night he had been secured on his back with his legs upland spread wide as Farid took his anal cherry. He had taken his time and worked with fingers and small toys gradually opening the unwilling hole and then “Made love” to him repeatedly throughout the night filling his ass with load after load For the first few weeks Mark fought every time. The worst part was that while he hated every moment his body came to crave it he was mortified the first time his body betrayed him by cumming hands free while Farid fucked him on his back. Eventually he stopped fighting though he still hated it every time. The first time he knelt before Farid and sucked him without even a glare the warlord had gloated “Now you are truly my wife” and the next day Farid’s name in flowing Arabic script was tattooed onto his ass A few weeks later Farid had gone on a trip to sell his opium and secure markets that would last for a couple weeks and only took Hasan with him. The night after they left Mark was awakened by a hand over his mouth. It was one of the other “wives” “We get you out, you bring U.S. soldiers. Free all” he said in broken English and handed him his wallet and dog tags What followed was a night spent or running and hiding as he was led to within a mile of the border. Even with his ID and tags he had a hard time convincing the soldiers that this man dressed in torn, muddy silk clothes was a lieutenant in the U.S. Army. The Army had not raided the armed camp to save the men who had helped him escape because they were not "U.S. personnel" and it would have tipped off Mark’s old unit Mark woke up drenched in sweat in his bed at his parent’s house. This had to stop, His therapist told him the dreams would fade but lately they had come more and more often as a feeling of unease grew in him after hearing that The Army in a joint raid with the military of that country had destroyed Farid’s camp and base. He had found out that his four fellow “wives” had not been found and that rumors said they had been killed when his escape was discovered but most disturbing was that there had been no sign of Farid He rose and showered then threw some clothes in a bag. “Mom, dad I’m going to grandpa’s cabin for a few days” he yelled as he went down the stairs “Do me a favor and check the roof, see if it may need replacing soon” Dad called back as he went out the door He stopped in town to pick up some supplies to restock what he had used last time. They always kept a couple months worth of canned goods for the entire family there in the cellar under the cabin and you just replaced what you used They still called it “Grandpa’s cabin” even though Grandpa had been gone many years and Mark went there often to clear his head Mark parked out front and went to the breaker box to turn on the power as he stepped inside he relaxed. The beauty and isolation of the place calming his nerves. It was a three hour drive to get from town to the cabin through country lanes and then up into the foothills and finally along some tight cliffside roads and yet from the sheer cliff 100 feet from the front door of the cabin you could just make out the water tower the loomed above the center of town. It was less than 10 miles as the crow flies He slept like a baby the first night and rose early for a long walk along the cliff feeling better than he had in weeks as he returned and stepped into the cabin Suddenly a strong arm wrapped around him and a sickly sweet cloth was pressed to his face “Hello my pretty little wife” a heavily accented voice whispered in his ear as he passed out When Mark came back around he was on the bed, on his back, bound in a very familiar position. He looked around in panic and his eyes fixed on Farid sitting in a chair watching him, Assad hovering beside him looking odd in normal men’s clothing “So you are awake beautiful one” Farid said with a malicious smile “How?” Mark asked “Slipping into your country was easy, we have been living in your town for the last month and have followed you here twice now. You disappointed me. Where I come from a wife does not run away from her husband” “What are you going to do with me? You can’t lee[ me forever and you can't go back. I know you are on the run” “They think I am hiding in my home country, they will never find me here. As for you beautiful I am going to break you again and then make many videos of you willingly serving me. I’m going to addict your body to me and then when you feel you can not live without me I will ransom you back to your family. Your rich brother and cousin should be able to come up with enough to buy you back. Your brother is even more beautiful than you are. If I can get my hands on him I will steal him away along with his money and break him as my new wife. Then I will just torment you by posting the videos I make now and the ones of your little brother willingly serving me online" “Good luck ever breaking Tommy” Mark thought. He knew some of the games he and Zeke played. Tommy could take more than even Farid could dish out Then Farid stripped and got between his legs taking his helpless hole with expert skill and easily fucked a load out of him spending the next few days expertly manipulating his body and his mind. He broke completely within a week. He begged to be fucked like a good little wife. He willingly sucked Farid’s cock though a small part of his mind writhed in shame every time. He always had a chain attached to his ankle and secured firmly to the wall. Farid kept the key nailed to a tree you could see through the front door but that was 10 feet beyond his reach Farid used his facial recognition to unlock his phone and text his family that all was fine every couple days but after three weeks the texts became more insistent and they started to call/ Finally a call from Tommy came in and Farid handed him the phone “Answer it and convince them you are fine. If you don’t I will drive back to town and kill one of them” Mark clicked answer video call and Tommy appeared “Mark! Are you ok? Why haven’t you answered for days? Why are you shirtless? If you hadn’t answered today we were driving up there to get you!!” “Who needs a shirt when you are all alone in the woods little brother?” he said standing in front of the curtained window “I’m fine I just need some time to clear my head No need to drive up here” “Dale’s wedding is next week, you better be back for that!” “Dale has always been the sweetest guy in the world. You know I won’t miss that” “”I see those curtains are still there” Tommy said flatly Mark held up his phone to show the curtains. The fabric was a tacky print showing a topless girl in a grass skirt doing the hula, Grandpa had loved it, better and as he did he fumbled it turning it completely to the side for a second then bringing it back to show his face “Yeah I know they are your favorite” Mark said “You are sure you are ok?” Tommy asked “I’m just fine little brother. I will see you soon” Mark said and ended the call “Very good pretty girl” Farid said now on your knees and worship your husband’s cock Tommy stared at his phone as Mark hung up then he looked at Jeff who was sitting next to him “Something’s wrong” they both said “How do you know?” Zeke asked “First of all Mark hates going shirtless. He’s the only male in our family who is completely smooth and for some reason it embarrassed him. He used to wear a t-shit into the pool. Second. You heard what he said about Dale, He and Dale fought like cats and dogs when they were younger. Dale’s mouth got much worse when Mark left for military school. Third, Mark knows I hate those curtains. I waged a years long campaign to get rid of them but the rest of the family always said ‘they were grandpa’s favorite thing’ so they stayed” John’s husband Sal came over “Did you record the call?” he asked and Tommy nodded “Play it back for me” and he stood over his shoulder watching intently “Wait” he said suddenly when Mark fumbled his phone “roll it back just a bit” Tommy took it back frame by frame till Mark’s camera faced the side wall where a mirror hanging there clearly showed two other men in the room “Sal” Jedd said “How long will t take to get the entire security team here?” “Well…” Sal said hedging a bit “You mean he doesn’t know?” Zeke asked “He gets upset when he thinks we are going overboard for his security” Sal said sighing “Your entire team IS here patrolling the estate boundaries and the forest below along with the five I have here usually” We have security?” Tommy asked “What abut in at the apartment?” “Our doorman has more weapons on him than a small army, we have two guards monitoring the elevator, the stairs and even the entrance from the roof on closed circuit TV and also you and Jason both have a man who follows you to school, watches you between classes and follows you home. After the attempt was made on Jeff in Las Vegas I hired them. They will never get shot at you or Jason” Zeke said his nostrils flaring just at the thought Mike nodded “And they will never get a shot at Jeff again” Tommy looked at Jeff and Jason and said “I guess they do love us” Sal made a quick call and within half an hour ten men assembled in the back of the house “Equip yourselves for an armed extraction we have at least two hostels possibly armed and definitely dangerous Twenty minutes later they were on the road. Sal rode with Tommy and Zeke extracting every detail Tommy could remember about the cabin and it’s surroundings. They stopped a mile or so from the cabin and followed as their security forces ranged ahead of them looking for traps and guards As they approached the cabin Sal sent half the team to each side and they waited. Nearly an hour then Sal said after receiving the reports “It appears that there are only three people here. They crept closer and when they were only about 50 feet from the cabin they hid behind some low scrub and again they waited. The unmistakable sounds of sex came from the cabin though the words were indistinguishable then all was quiet After a few minutes the door opened and a slim man walked out holding two large buckets and headed fir a stream about 500 feet away . There was a well but it tended to go dry in late summer and the stream water always tasted so fresh. He was followed by a larger stockier man, shirtless with a pelt of fur on his chest who walked off into the woods with the air of someone going for a walk Then Mark came you a few feet. He was totally naked and a chain ran from his ankle back through the door. He seemed to be staring ar something shiny on a tree a few feet away. A look .though Sal’s binoculars showed a key nailed there With a defeated slump to his shoulders he went back inside. Sal made a few hand gestures and a black figure appeared by the tree yanking the key down then quickly went to the open door Mark looked up as the light from the door dimmed and a man in military gear quickly surveyed the room “Is there anyone else in here?” he asked quietly and Mark shook his head. Then he tossed Mark the key and in less than a minute Mark had freed himself, grabbed his pants from where they still lay after being tossed into a corner and was out the door racing to the bushes where Tommy and the others waited throwing his arms around his brother and clinging to him sobbing quietly There were quiet hugs all around, Tommy taking a few steps back to make room and then there was an arm around him and a knife pressed to his throat as Farid stepped from behind a tree and grabbed him “You will all drop your weapons” he said backing up towards the cliff dragging Tommy with him they all complied “What do you want?” Zeke asked feeling frustrated and more scared than he had in his life "50 million dollars deposited into an account in Switzerland. I will keep this pretty little girl till you arrange it. Maybe by the time you do she will want to be my wife as much as her brother does” “Leave Tommy out of this!” Mark said angrily “Will he break as easily as you did my wife?" Farid taunted backing further towards the looming cliff To his surprise several of the laughed “If you think anything you can do will break my Tommy you are a fool” Zeke said though he hadn’t laughed/ He was still too frightened “I love a challenge” Farid said Then Tommy’s hands snapped up grabbing the wrist that held the knife yanking it out then up to his mouth and biting it so hard the knife fell to the ground Farid’s yell of pain and the loosening of his other arm was all Tommy needed/ His strong, limber body, trained by years of dancing twisted and he broke free sprinting into Zeke’s arms Zeke clutched him and held him as if he would never let go Farid roared and started after him but someone stepped in front of him stopping him “No Farid it’s over” he said placing a hand on Farid’s chest “You will never make it out of here alive if you don’t stop” They were standing right on the cliff edge and as if to prove his words three red dots from the laser scopes of assault rifles appeared on Farid’s forehead “My Assad’ Farid said raising a hand to the thinner man’s face “I have always loved you, you were always more of a man than I was” then he kissed his lover with incredible tenderness as together they toppled off the side of the cliff choosing to end it together with the only person they had ever truly loved They all stared at the spot where had stood and then rushed to the cliff. On the bare rocks over a hundred feet below lay the broken bodies somehow still holding hands Sal, all business, took out his phone and made a call. Within half an hour an air ambulance helicopter landed in front of the cabin and a protesting Mark was flown to a nearby hospital, Tommy riding with him. The doctors kept him a few days because in his distraught state of mind he might do himself harm and then he moved into the estate. He could not faxe his parents right now Zeke hired the best therapist in the country to be on 24/7 standby and Mark started almost daily therapy sessions as he slowly came back to himself. The worst part was that while he did not miss Farid, in fact he hated the man, his treacherous body craved him His therapist explained that more than any drug sexual gratification combined with the twisted mind games Farid perpetrated on him and also the total obsessive attention Farid had paid to keeping him on the edge constantly were addictive. Mark’s protest of “But I am straight! Given a choice I would never touch another man that way” had been met by “Sexual orientation has nothing to do with where you can be made to feel pleasure. All men have the same nerves in the same places and they can be manipulated in the same way to bring the same pleasure. Your body is addicted to those pleasures not the man who caused them. You are no weaker than if you became addicted to heroin because you were forcefully injected every day” “How do I deal with this? How do I stop the cravings?” Mark asked “For the drug addict there is only one solution. Learn to live with the cravings. Since you are addicted to something that is not illegal you have a second. Find a way to scratch the itch… with someone sane this time though”

I posted on another site and thought I’d repost here. I still get hard reading this. Thursday night was going to be free for me and I hit up a bud Jason. Jason is 30, 5’7” average dude bod that leans to fit. Jason has a nice amount of chest hair, though definitely not bear territory. His belly is covered in a really nice amount of hair. Just enough to play with. He has this treasure trail that heads down to a nicely curved 7’ dick. He’s got that sexy 30’s stud look, with eyes that let you know he still has lots of fun in him. He’s got a beard that is trimmed just right. Jason has a really quick wit and he’s got a sexy goofiness and knows how to laugh and make you laugh. Jason and I have gotten together a couple time and his cock fits my ass like it was made just for him. When hooking up in the past, we’ve flirted a bit and then jumped to lust driven hot sex-both of us believing in raw cocks only. This time I wanted to explore Jason at a slower pace and figure out a bit more of what makes him tic. Jason arrives and we relax into a couple drinks and a little weed. We’re connecting great and are soon laughing and really just enjoying hanging. As the evening progresses, we are slowly flirting and caressing each other. I’m just really enjoying the flow. Slowly, we find ourselves getting worked up and can see each of our cocks is straining to be released. I live in a high rise and the majority of the exterior walls are full glass windows. The place has great views but it’s not always the most private given the close proximity to the building nextdoor. But hell, we are both feeling great and we are into some heavy kissing. Our tongues are exploring each other’s mouth with abandon. The idea that the neighbors are watching has us both turned on. I find myself dropping to my knees. My goal is to get his cock free. Soon, I’m pulling Jason’s cock out of his jeans. I slowly take him into my mouth and my tongue is worshiping his dick. He pulls his shirt off and begins an urgent face fuck. I’m taking his hard cock in like a starved animal as my hands are exploring that awesome chest. I am soon deep throating his rigid cock and he’s clearly enjoying hittng the back of my throat. I take him all the way down and he is drilling me, skull fucking me like a pro. He is moaning and I know from experience that he is leaking an abundant amount of precum in my mouth. I pull back so I can taste the essence of his manhood and suckle the sweet nectar. Knowing that 20 floors of neighbors could be watching us just gets us raging all the more. I begin pulling his jeans down past his knees. We are all over each other not caring who sees. I’ve got his turgid cock in my mouth and I’m working it for all I’ve got. I can’t get enough of his cock and I’m worshipping his hard shaft. Jason knows we both need his angry cock in my ass. Jason is shuffling, with his legs still caught up in his jeans. I drop on the floor as lays back on the couch. He is a man to behold, eyes glistening; steel hard cock standing tall, and a wicked smile on his sexy face. I aggressively yank his jeans off the rest of the way. I’m soon out of my clothes getting comfortably naked myself. I lay on top of him and we are soon exploring each other’s mouths again with our tongues. The passion is unbridled and we’re devouring each other. Drawn like a moth to a flame, I move down his chest. I find his nipples, teasing them both with my tongue and tease them hard with a suck and bite. I’m immersed in his chest, nuzzling his soft pelt and enjoying his hard abs. I follow his treasure trail down to the target of my quest. I tease his dick head with my tongue, lapping up the precum he has leaking from his slit. I once again am worshipping his cock with my mouth. I’m going down on him for all I’m worth, working his cock into a frenzy. He’s now skull fucking me, knowing I’m his sex slave. We’re both in a passionate heat and there is no denying us. Jason pulls my head off his hard pole. Jason roughly grabs me, flips me over and around and shoves me onto the floor in front of the window. His hand pushes down on my back as his cock finds the entrance to my ass. He slides his cock up and down, lubing my ass with his precum. I’m bucking my ass back into his cock, demanding he enter me. Soon I feel his head pierce my hole as he quickly begins a passionate assault of my ass with his cock. He’s leaking so much that he’s amply lubricated me. Jason enters my ass and thrusts forward with the force of a man possessed. My ass is stretched around his cock as we become one. He’s quickly balls deep in my ass and begins pile driving my ass. He’s pounding me hard and he knows I’m wanting it bad, that my ass is demanding it be dominated. Knowing he’s got me right where he wants me I’m sure there is a shit ass grin on his face as he abruptly slows down his tempo. He pulls out, making me wait until he again slams his cock into my ass. Jason continues at a slow pace, pulling out and then plunging back in. My ass has stretched wide to accommodate his pole and now with ease, he enters me, pummeling in and out. For a good 10 minutes he dominates my ass making sure I crave his cock in me as I ride his pole. Jason pulls out, pulls me up and demands I get on all fours. He is quickly behind me and remounts my ass. He begins drilling me again and again. His cock is now hitting my prostate and he has me rutting in heat. I can’t get enough of his cock and am slamming into his cock as hard as he is pounding my ass. This man has stamina and keeps hitting my ass for all he’s worth. He pulls out and collapses back panting from exertion. I’ve quickly brought my hungry mouth back on his cock making sure he knows he owns both holes. Any hesitation is soon gone and he’s once again rock hard laying back against the wall. I’m attacking his dick with my mouth like a starved wild beast. I need his cock in my hole once again and feel incomplete without him in me. I quickly climb on top of him and lower my ass onto his cock. I’m soon riding his cock like my life depends on it. I impale myself on his cock, slamming into him until he bottoms out. We’re once again fucking with complete abandon. Our guttural breeding I’m sure can be heard next door but I don’t care. I can’t get enough of Jason’s cock and am working to pull the cum out of his steel rod. We keep this up for a while when he starts groaning and I know my ass is going to milk that cock dry. He soon explodes in my ass. I desperately need his cum in my ass. I continue riding him, unable to fathom not having his cock in my ass. He stays hard and I make sure his seed goes deep as a continue riding that hard shaft that is claiming complete control. No bitch in heat has been bred better and I’m in complete bliss knowing his seed has coated my ass tunnel. I finally allow his cock to come free from me. I’m quickly lapping up his cum covered dick. I’m so fucking turned on. I’m rutting and need to keep going. We’re soon in each others mouth with our tongues. We’re both in such heat that we want to become one with each other. I’m so fucking hard. I start grinding our cocks into each other. I move down with my mouth to explore his ass. I’m lapping at his entrance and driving him crazy. I move back up sucking his nipples and soon I start teasing his ass with my cock. I may not top much, but fuck, tonight I need it. I slam into his ass, driving us both to be drenched in sweat as his cock quickly engorges to full mast again. Jason then pushes me off and demands I get on all fours. He quickly slams his cock back into my ass. His assault is unfettered as he plows my hole. He pulls out and repeatedly stabs my hole with his turgid rod. His balls soon start their contraction as he's slamming into my prostate. My own cock is freely flowing with cum. With several more strides we both start screaming as we both cum. I collapse from exertion as he falls on my back. His cock is still rock hard as we lay there. It isn't long and he begins a slow fuck of my ravaged hole. He's slow, deliberate and as gentle as he was aggressive before. Before I know it, he's announcing he's cumming again as I feel the contraction. He pulls out and a flood of cum leaks from my ass from his 3 loads he's delivered. We collapse in each others arms as we drift off. Not sure anyone watched but was hot as hell and one of my best fucks ever for sure

For the fuck, for the fun, for the surrender, the touch, the smell, the submission. For me the load is irrelevant . . .

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It’s a kind off long description, but the experience I had was so horny I wanted to share here. Lots of bare fucking and cumming. Which this could happen more often. Last Tuesday on duty trip to Paris CDG. I was browsing in a heavy versa mood to see if anyone is close by (usually there are 4-8 guys online in short range). Managed to hookup with full bottom and after some horny chatting, and making each other crazy in the chat, we decided to hookup in his hotel room (on same floor as me luckily). When i walked in he was already on his knees waiting with his dick in a cage, a blindfold on and his mouth open. In no time i had my dick in his mouth and started to heavily fuck his skull. After about 5 minutes of doing this he mentioned if i was interested if another versa guy would join in. He was chatting with him for a while and wanted to fuck him as well and had desire to get fucked as well. I directed the bottom to the hotel bed and let him send a text message to the other guy. I put a good size dildo the bottom had in his room, to keep him filled while I would pick up the versa guy. I was a bit annoyed I had to put my clothes back on as the versa guy was in hotel across the street and couldn’t come up in the elevator, but sadly these days you need key cards for this in almost all hotels. The versa was waiting at the elevator and turned out to be a very nervous 19-year-old guy with very feminine characteristics and behavior. This made me pretty horny because I knew this would be a long fun night. We walked into the bottoms room who was still on his knees with the dildo up his ass, almost falling out. I directed the versa guy to lay on the bed in front of the bottom so he could start sucking him. Meanwhile I started to play the bottoms ass with the dildo, meanwhile lubing his ass well. After sometime I undressed myself and my dick being painfully hard I climbed up the bed and directed my dick up his asshole, and slowly started to fuck him, looking very intently to the fem versa guy. He even became more nervous and I could clearly see him enjoying getting sucked. He had a very large dick 23cm, bigger then mine, and I wanted to see that dick banging the bottom. I told the versa guy to change positions and I started to relax myself on bed and let the bottom suck me. The versa guy was a little inexperienced as he wasn’t very confident in fucking the bottom, but after a while he became more secure and started banging the bottom really hard. The bottom was moaning like crazy, and I took that as a queue to hold his head and force his head on my dick, forcing him to choke on my dick. The versa guy, couldn’t hold it in any more after about a good 5 minutes of doing this and said he was going to cum and asked where he could cum. I told him, to pull out his dick, jerk in front of his asshole and when he was cumming put it back in. This way I knew I would have a nicely cum lubed ass to fuck after. The versa guy wanted to clean his dick, but the bottom told him to offer his dick so he could clean. The versa guy clearly he hesitantly did as the dick was covered with a mix of cum, blood, and ass liquid. This, and the combination with the cum in his ass, put me over the edge rather quick as well. I directed the versa guy to sit on his knees and put his head sideways on top the ass of the bottom (still fucking him doggy). I told him to receive my cum and not swallow, but keep in his mouth to share with the bottom, to which he said yes. I started to cum in the bottoms ass, the first spurts filled his ass with more cum and started to pulled out and grab the head of the versa guy so he couldn’t go anywhere and put my dick forcibly in his mouth and finish my cum in his mouth. He struggled a bit, but didn’t take long to fully give in and fanatically slobbering on my dick to clean it. The versa guy then started heavily kiss the bottom and made it nice and sloppy. We talked a bit with each other and drank some vodka, and about 45 minutes the versa and myself got hard again and I started to kiss him. I looked at the bottom and directed him silently to start rimming the versa guy and make him ready to get fucked. I asked the versa guy to lay on his back and I climbed on him missionary and continued kissing him, rubbing my dick hard against his now wet balls and asshole. The bottom was meanwhile starting to rim me which gave me a lot of pleasure. Slowly I put my dick against the versa ass and pushed through and slowly started to fuck him, so the bottom could keep rimming me. At some point the bottom slowly put the dildo in my ass and I got stuffed while fucking the versa guy, while the bottom also played with my nipples. We fucked in this setting for about 10 minutes and I asked the versa guy and the bottom guy to sit on their knees next to each other. I started fucking the bottom guy first, knowing my I would get off quickly knowing I was going to fuck a cum filled ass. I quickly switched to the versa and flipped between them for a while. I decided to cum in the versa ass and came a second time up his gut. The bottom started to rim him after I climbed off, and enjoyed the few of the bottom rimming and jerking the versa guy, still on his knees. The versa guy was about to cum, and I couldn’t resist to grab his dick and jerk him hard, al the way through cumming making it nice and sensitive for him, while holding my mouth on his dick underneath him. He had a very large load and I swallowed everything. It was 03:00 by now so we decided to get back to our rooms. The bottom told us he was so happy about this experience and asked I few could do it again in the morning, asking if he could also cum. We continued the session at 08:00 in the morning again for an hour before breakfast. We all had a good orgasm again and had a nice start of a long working day 😊

There are a lot of guys who plan their conversions and others who never know it’s happening, but I was part of that middle group who hadn't really planned it but let themselves get carried away in the heat of the moment. Like most guys I started out practicing safe sex almost exclusively, except for those rare occasions where I knew the top well, and knew he was neg. After all, who wants to get sick, right? But as time went on I found safe sex less and less satisfying, and began to bareback more, although always with guys who were disease-free. Then I discovered the old bug share site and found that the idea of getting pozzed turned me on. I had no real interest in the reality of it, but the fantasy of being pozzed led to many a hot jack off session. I also found the thought of being pozzed made those occasions where I took raw cock even more intense. I wasn't a bug chaser by any means, but my lustful desires were beginning to drive riskier behaviors. One night I was online at BBRT looking for some action and spied an advertisement that looked to be very close to me. When I clicked on the guy's photos my cock went instantly to full-hard as this stud was the man of my dreams. Well built, without being a gym rat, handsome as heck, and seriously hung. Possessed by lust, I never really looked beyond his pictures in his profile before I hit him up, and and as it turned-out he had just moved into my apartment building so he was literally next door. We agreed to meet and I logged off, grabbed a quick shower, cleaned myself out, got dressed and headed over to his place. When he opened the door it was clear this pictures didn't do him justice. My cock, which was already hard and leaking precum, got even harder. He invited me in and within minutes we were making out hot and heavy on his couch, hand groping each other’s cock. He then stood-up, and invited me to the bedroom where, upon arriving, he slowly undressed me, driving me wild with his touches and kisses. "God, your hot" he told me as he licked the precum from my cock. Suddenly he paused and asked "Dude, you know I'm poz right?" My heart stopped. I certainly had not noticed that little detail, didn't and I really didn't want to get pozzed, but a part of me got even more turned on when he said it. It was weird. I knew I didn't really want the bug but a part of me did, and suddenly that part had an opening. "No man, I didn't" I said "and I'm neg. Kinda like to stay that way, you know?" "It’s cool" he said "Normally I make sure guys know I'm poz before they show up, but you were so close and it all happened so fast." "We can still have some fun though if you want" he said "Yeah, man I'd love to, just so long as you know I won't be sucking you or fucking tonight." "No problem" he said, adding "there are lots of ways to play." As I was already nude he stood up and invited me to undress him, which I did slowly, trying to build the same excitement in him he had in me. When opened his pants I discovered an obscenely huge bulge in his briefs with a perfect thick cock head that was leaking precum sticking above the elastic waistband. It was the cock of my dreams and I wasted no time completely removing his shorts, and working his balls and shaft with my tongue, oh so careful to stay away from the poisonous tip. Soon we were on the bed, I was on my back and he had my cock deep in his mouth, giving me the blow job of a life time. I was moaned and squirmed, what few inhibitions I had were being overcome by raw lust. So, when he crouched over my body in a '69' position, his perfect cock dangling over my face, I wanted to taste it sooooo bad. As he worked my cock I worked his shaft and balls, but not surprisingly our mutual movements frequently brought the tip over my mouth, giving me a taste of his poison necter. God, it tasted good. And the fact it was leaking poz juices only turned me on more. I soon lost control and begin deep-throating him with a passion I'd never before possessed. His automatic and natural response to my sucking was to begin fucking my face, pushing his rod deep in my throat. As he sucked me his fingers probed towards my hole and began to massage it causing me to emit low groans of pleasure. Sensing he'd found something, he asked me if I liked being rimmed. "FUCK YEAH!!" was my immediate response and he quickly rolled me over onto my stomach and lifted my ass into the air. His tongue found my pussy fuck-hole and began working it, causing me to moan and squirm even more. God, I wanted his cock sooo bad, but I knew it was a decision I'd regret. Then his tongue was joined by fingers and he began opening my boy pussy up spreading it wide. The sensations were indescribable and I'd never wanted to be fucked so bad in my life. "God you have such a tight perfect ass" he moaned "I'd love to feel it wrapped around my cock." "Me too" I told him. "How about I just push in once get the feel and pull out?" I swear my body shook and a chill came over me. I wanted his cock more than I'd wanted anything in my life, especially since it was poz and although my last bit of rational thinking fought against the invitation, I found myself thinking I wouldn't get pozzed from 'one penetration'. "In and out once nice and easy right?" I asked. "Yeah man" he said "nothing you don't want." I felt his cock head rub my now opened and dripping boy cunt and I whimpered slightly. He started pushing in and as his 9" long shaft worked its thick head inside me constant whimpers escaped my throat. My body shaking as I contemplated that this was a real poz cock sinking its way inside me. He sunk it deep and worked it around a bit not fucking me but not pulling out either. "Mmmmm you're hot" he moaned in my ear "you like that in there?" "Ohhh God FUCK YES!" I moaned rocking my ass on his shaft a bit. "You want me to fuck you don't you?" he asked, grunting "You want me to shoot that hot load deep inside you?" Every fiber of my being wanted to reply with a firm 'No' but, lust had taken over. All of my poz fantasies were coming true and reality no longer mattered. "Yes please fuck me" I whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear me. "What was that, boy?" he asked, as his cock slid about half way out then back in deep against my prostrate. "YES, FUCK ME" I cried out and he unleashed his monster cock on my neg ass. Holding me tight he began fucking deeply and I knew his brutal thrusts were doing more than stretching my hole. They were tearing me open creating a path for the bug into my system. There was going to be no escaping it. I lost myself in the lust of it all begging him to fuck me fully yielding my body and my being to him. He was atop me having mounted me so he could fuck his shaft in deeper and harder and he began to whisper in my ear. "You want that poz load don't you boy? Want that neg hole of yours converted don't you?" Totally lost in the moment I responded "Yeah man give it to me poz my fucking hole - ohh fuck ohh fuck." I sensed his rhythm change his cock swelling even more inside me. "Here it comes, man" he moaned in my ear. "POZ ME man GIVE IT TO ME" I cried out as he exploded inside me, filling my hole with his poz cum. The excitement resulted in a no-hands explosion, in what was arguably the strongest orgasm of my life. After we were both spent. I lay there, his cock inside my ass, as I contemplated what I'd just done. I was thinking about dashing off to the bathroom in the vain hope of washing his poison cum from my hole, but he showed me his thick cock tinged with my blood and I knew it was useless, so instead of retreating, I wallowed in his arms. Before long his cock stiffened again and found its way back to my hole. As he fucked another load into my hole, I remember feeling dirty and ashamed I had allowed him to make me into a poz cum dump, but at the same time I loved every minute of the experience. Sure enough it took and a month or so later I came down with the fuck flu. I was another notch on his belt but more to my interest, under his tutelage I became a full blown cum dump pussy boy taking all comers.

Lucky for Tom, his parents held him back a year to start kindergarten. They knew he would be a football star and knew the extra year to develop would make him bigger and stronger than his fellow high school seniors. At 19 when football practice began his senior year, Tom was a good specimen. He wasn't hugely muscular, but well muscled, great arms, and hands. At just over 6 feet tall, with very dark hair and deep brown eyes he was a sight to behold. There was no question who would be the captain of the team that year. It would be Tom. Coach always had a series of meetings with his captain to produce strategy and modify plays for the best effect on the field. So it became a routine that after practice once a week, coach and captain would watch films, and critique. It really cramped Tom's style when coach moved the meetings to Mondays. It was always a short practice and Tom had reserved that night for Jan, his girlfriend of 2 years. Monday was the night her parents would be away until after midnight and Tom knew he would empty his big balls. As practice started 1st week of August, and games didn't start until 1st week of September. Tom hadn't gotten his rocks off in more than three weeks. , Each night he would head for the shower in the basement where he would jack his big cock until he produced two loads. Carefully washing the evidence down the floor drain. It helped but Tom needed more. He needed pussy. Oh, coach was killing him. By week one, the team was a well-piled machine. They expected a win on Friday night at home. After the game, the team would have a retreat at a camp a few miles into the country. It had dormitory space, a kitchen, meeting rooms, a pool, workout rooms. The team would spend Saturday and Sunday. Sunday night would have a mandatory study hour and then they would leave for home. The chems show up in next phase. Should I go on with this?

I’ve been a dormant cumdump for a while, but that all came alive last Friday at Steamworks in Chicago. Between laying ass up and walking around, I collected 15 total loads. My ass felt like it was velvet. The best was the back to back breeding by two black bulls in one of the public rooms. After the first guy unloaded, the second just pulled me back onto his dick and had his way with me until he flooded me. Thanks for a great night, Chicago!

2 loads from the internet technician that came to fix the fiber connection at the house. he got early and I was putting on some clothes fast as I was lazily naked in the house after a morning fuck with the partner as I was getting the call that he was early and if it's ok for him to show up now, I okayed it and put on a pair of shorts and opened the door to this young hunk! he was obviously checking me out, since I was shirtless and without underwear and packing a semi lol I showed him to the connection box and he started to work, apparently it wasn't an issue at the house so he had to go outside to fix something, and it was hot there. 30 min later he comes back in all sweaty and panting so I offered him an ice cold drink and he followed me to the kitchen. apparently, some of the cum I had in me leaked and soaked in the shorts fabric as I was sitting waiting for him and it was showing. he obviously noticed and started flirting with me asking what kind of workouts I do to keep my chest pumped and commented that I was 'sweaty' in my ass crack lol That comment led to me dropping my pants, while he was undressing so fast, bending me over the counter and began eating my ass, asking how many loads I already have in me and I answered with "2 my partner dumped before leaving" he dove right in and tongue fucked me deep and opening me up with his fingers as he was getting ready to fuck me. he had a nice 9" cock, cut and veiny and I couldn't wait to feel him inside of me and we walked up the stairs to the bedroom he got a call from his supervisor and he lied to him saying that there were a few more issues needed to be fixed as he was fingering my hole. we get to the bedroom, I drop to my knees and take hi la rock hard cock all the way till I feel his soft blond pubes on my nose and he starts fucking my throat for a short while, till he announces he wanted to fuck my slutty hole and pulls his dick, throw me on the back, laying on my back I instinctively lifted my legs and showed him my sloppy hole, he just walked towards me, positioned his cock head on my hole and played with it circling around as I begged him to push it in. he grinned at me and with one shove he was deep in me, as I was moaning like a slut feeling him balls deep. He gave me a second to adjust before starting to plow my hole hard and fast just like a love it! He was pumping me for 5 minutes till he announced he was going to breed me soon and all I could do is beg him for it. he dumped a massive load in me and kept hard, slowly rocking his cock in me as we were making out and soon after he started increasing the pace till he was fucking me even harder than before, we were both moaning and sweating hard till he announced he was going to flood my hole again with his seed! Fuck yeah! I squeezed my ass muscled around his cock and he started pumping another big load in me, I felt like 6-7 squirts till he collapsed on top of me spent. His cock went soft and popped out as he stood up and I immediately took it in my mouth to taste the loads and my ass juices before we went downstairs for him to get dressed and leave to another call lol I did offer him to rinse himself but he wanted to smell me with him during the day so I jokingly told him he could drop by at the end of his day, his reply was 'I'll definitely consider that, I have your number so I'll text you later' now I have 4 loads in my and in desperate need for more, I wonder how much I can get before he and my partner arrives lol

I always laugh at the ones that go something like this: Them: You looking? Me: Yes Them: You host? Me: Yes Them: Address? Mind you, at this point they don't have any stats or pics in their profiles, nor have they expressed anything about what they're into or looking for...do they really expect me to give them my address?

My 1st regular fuckbud and I did a lot of verbal about his BBC and my BWC. We were both fully versatile and had similar sized above average endowments. I don't know that we ever used it in our verbal play, but he definitely had a beautiful bowling ball black ass, that I loved to fuck. I enjoy ass and cock from all races, and don't know if it is exclusively because of my experience with my 1st fuckbud, but I definitely have a special affinity for black ass as well as cock.

Untold Adventures Volume # 7 Jack’s Revenge ****************************************************************************************************** Earl walked through the door into the bar and most of the conversation died, He loved that. No one wanted to draw his attention. “I will have my usual” He said loudly and headed for his normal table which was quickly vacated. He sat and adjusted his red hat as he waited for Sarah to bring him his Old Milwaukee Light. Earl had refined tastes. Sarah set the beer down and quickly turned away but not before Earl slapped her on the ass “Keep them coming” he said grinning up into her angry look. Let’s face it, Earl was a small minded, MAGA bully. What he called “his due respect” was nothing more than fear. Earl did and said what he wanted. He had seven kids he knew of and didn’t pay a dime of child support. Their moms were all sluts anyway and they had all said “yes” sort of. Somehow the local police could never find Earl to serve papers on him though he had lived and worked in the same places for years, His brother being the Sheriff and his uncle being the County Judge might have had something to do with it. Accusations against Earl were somehow never really investigated and usually anyone who made those accusations found that every time they pulled out of their driveway they were speeding 30 miles over the limit before they had gone a block. Jack, the one guy who had had the balls to beat the ever living shit out of Earl after Earl had attacked him without provocation in front of a dozen witnesses because he didn’t move out of Earl’s way fast enough sat in state prison for 5 years without parole because the Judge had declared it a “hate crime” and never showed his face in town again after he was finally released. Earl had heard that he was doing gay porn now. “It figures that he was a faggot” Earl thought snorting when he found out As Sarah brought his second beer Earl belched and announced “I won an all expense paid trip to some resort down in the islands. I just know you will all miss me while I am gone” Silence As Earl got drunker he blathered on and on to an increasingly empty bar about how many of those island girls he was going to bang and about 2 am he staggered his way home A knock on his door at precisely noon work him and a limo waited outside. The driver waited while a bleary Earl showered and threw some clothes in a bag. Earl wondered as he was in the shower what all the noise was. It sounded like a convoy of semi-trucks was rolling into town. As he walked to the limo he saw National Guard transports in front of the Sheriff's office, Town Hall and the local courthouse and shrugged. He would find out what it was all about when he got back He was driven to the airport and complained loudly 0n the plane that his seat was in coach and that there were no pretty female stewardesses on the flight, only shutting up when a Federal Marshal who happened to be on the flight told him “One more word and I will have them land this plane and have have him in jail so fast your head would spin.” The rest of the passengers cheered the Marshal as he returned to his seat. Earl caught his connecting flight down to the islands and then the flight on the small prop plane to the resort he checked into his room and then called the front desk because his door which was one of only a few pink ones in the resort would not lock or even stay completely closed “We will get right on that! To compensate you for the trouble just give your name to the staff in the main bar and drinks will be on the house” came the reply Earl found his way to the bar and as promised the drinks were plentiful and free “Where are all the girls?” he asked in a slurred voice later A man slipped into the booth Earl was sitting at and said “There are no girls here Earl. this is a gay resort” Even drunk as he was Earl recognized Jack, they had grown up in the same small town “What are you doing here faggot?” he asked “Oh, I’m just letting you know what you are in for this week. As I said this is a gay resort and you are here on the very special ‘Gang rape and poz me week’. The men in rooms with pink doors have all agreed to be used by any man or group of men in any way no matter how rough. No actual violence that causes permanent injury is allowed unless you count being infected with HIV as such but slapping or holding someone down who is saying “No” and “forcing" them” is perfectly fine. You consented to all of this, on camera, with the front desk clerk urging you to read what you were signing. I believe your response was “just give me my room, I’m eager for all the fun and games this week” which may have been a poor choice of words, oh and our lawyers tell me that island law considers written consent to trump any rape claims made. I guess the lawmakers here like to cover themselves” Jack said. It was more consent than several girls in their home town had given Earl “No little faggot is going to rape my ass” Earl said as he finished his 10th extra strong mixed drink “Get out of my booth unless you want to go back to prison, faggot. I’m sure my brother and my uncle can arrange it again” then he snickered to himself. He sis not even notice that it was Jack and a chubby man who got him back to his room with it’s open door or that they stripped him naked and tied him face down spread eagle on the bed and waited for him to sleep it off When Earl woke he had a splitting headache “Drink this” someone said and the bed sagged a little as a chubby naked ass sat on it. A straw was put in his mouth and something that tasted like a sports drink filled Earl’s mouth “Got to keep you hydrated “We wanted to wait till you were awake to start” Came Jack’s voice from behind him and Earl tried to turn over. It was then that he noticed he was bound hand and foot. “Let me up you faggots!” he raged “You know Jack, he’s a really good actor” the other voice said “Maybe you could get him a job in porn. I almost believe he doesn’t really want to be raped” “Would you like to go first Babe?” Jack asked “Oh that’s so sweet of you!” came the reply Earl felt a large soft belly settle on his back and then a stubby but thick cock punch into his hole and screamed “I’m going to kill you faggots” as he was fucked for the first time and quickly bred Taking Jack’s huge porn star cock was a bit more difficult and he screamed for different reasons while Jack who lasted much longer fucked him for almost an hour before shooting deep in his guts “There are your first two poz loads” Jack said as he pulled out of Earl. They put his red hat on his head and walked out of his room leaving the door wide open, It was the general consensus that “Maga boy” as Earl came to be known was the best roleplayer at the “Gang rape and poz me” event. He sounded so earnest as he pleaded to be set loose, saying he was straight and even made up a great backstory but the TV in his room played a constant loop of him signing the consent agreements and saying he wanted to get to the “Fun and games” One couple in their 40s both massively muscled and hung untied him and forced him to shower about halfway through the first day then took him back to the bed and “forced” him loving how he “fought” them. They took care of Earl that week making sure he showered and ate. By the end of the week Earl was calling them both “Daddy” and submitting to them willingly though his eyes seemed a bit glazed. Earl actually cried when they untied him for the last time, hugged him and said if he was ever in their city to look them up for a nice scene On the flight back to the states Earl came back to himself somewhat so when federal agents were waiting for him when he touched down on U.S. soil he actually tried to run. He was arrested on civil rights charges as part of a conspiracy involving his brother and uncle and faced a slue of state rape and assault charges as well. That’s what the National Guard had been doing in town when he left, Subduing the local police and arresting almost all of the local authorities Earl never saw the outside of a jail for the rest of his life when his federal sentence was up he was 65 and went off to start his state sentences. He did file a complaint about what had happened to him at the resort and the feds forwarded it on to Island authorities but somehow it never got investigated ************************************************************* Comments and suggestions welcome Scanbu

I mean both ! Love to feel the raw dick fucking my hole up but then the hot load inside is the cherry on top. Also I feel like if a guy doesn’t cum inside you it doesn’t count as an actually fucking lol 😂

If you go in my hole Raw I expect your load Balls Deep. That is what Breeding is.

I put in a Butt plug so I keep it all in.

Last night in a dirty motorway toilet, I just wanted to pee quickly but there was a foreign trucker standing there and showing me his cock and I knew immediately what I had to do.....

I very much agree. A btm has agreed to take his tops cum once he bends over and gets penetrated. It is his responsibility to accept his tops seed and keep it as long as possible.

Does it even matter anymore "Liberal" vs "Conservative" Shoot the Rs don't even have a platform to publish- just a vague "whatever the orange jeezus says". This is more like rooting for sports teams than how our government is managed. Utter BS

A very good story. Well paced and structured. I appreciate the text being split up into paragraphs and the separation of speech from description. Makes a story much easier to read than a single block of text. I wish there were more stories involving bondage; masks and / or blindfolds (especially for anonymous play). Bondage can aid the determined stealther / assist the eager gift-giver, just as much as plying the intended bottom / chaser / target / victim with alcohol and or drugs. Indeed, it surprised me (when I first discovered this website) that it didn't have a separate Forum section just for Bondage stories. In addition, it does not have to involve lots of expensive; specialist kit from sex shops or fetish websites. Nor does it need to be complicated or take years to master (such as Kinbaku - Japanese Rope Bondage); or heavy/awkward to transport (suck as metal spreader bars). DIY stores sell eminently usable and inexpensive items, which anyone can play around with. For example: Black bungee cord - can be cut in to shorter lengths and is reusable. Wide electrical tape - also usable as a gag (careful not to cover the nostrils) and a blindfold (just mind eyebrows when removing). Seemingly 'innocuous' items can also work. For example: Long (football) socks - can be used to blindfold; gag & bind (tied around the limbs or encase both limbs inside a single sock). Surgically tight; rubber gloves - encase both hands (some lube required) inside a single glove. The effectiveness of this can be increased when applied to hands held behind the back, and / or by the addition of a second glove (encasing the first).

I know this comes as a shock to total bottoms, but total tops aren't as committed to their position as you are. I'm fully versatile and have topped every total top regular I've ever had, can't say the same about even versatile bottoms.

He didn't end up returning the same yesterday but today he came by when he had an empty slot to dump 2 more loads in my hole, I was already filled by 5 loads before he came, 2 from my partner and 3 strangers stopping by the house while we were both working from home. he really enjoyed fucking my sloppy cum filled hole and commented how his previous male or female partners could never do that and be a slut like me. I was blushing lol

I have a real gag reflex suppressor if anyone needs to use it.

A day ago.... Back at the bar Aaron and Daddy Brian started to drink and talk. Brain moved his chair closer to Aaron. "So how long have you been in nursing school", Brian asked "About 6 months just like Jeff", he said nervously sipping his drink "Relax, i don't bite. I like to make others feel good", Brian said smiling "You do, you mean like Jeff", he asked "Yes. I make him feel very good, He loves what i do to him", Brian said as a matter of fact "Like pozzing him", Aaron asked "Yes like pozzing him. He was unsure but in the end he wanted it. He actually begged me for it. And now he is happy", Brian said Brian went on to explain how it freed Jeff to have sex bareback with anyone and to take in all the pleasure in the moment. To truly explore his body, and know his body and get great pleasure from it. And that he was born to be a cumdump whore. Brian could see Aaron listening intently. Brian reached over under the table and put his hand on his leg. Aaron jumped a bit and then calmed dawn. Brian's hand was large and warm and was caressing his leg. Aaron blushed a bit. "He begged for it? Really? Why would he?", Aaron asked "Because he wanted to be free. To have sex bare and not worry anymore. But the main reason why is he begged for it was to give himself to me. To have me own him, to mark him with my dna. He wanted to give himself, his body and soul to me. That is how intimate it is to take someones POZ load knowingly", Brian explained He could see Aaron aroused and his mind wandering. "I cant believe anyone would want to get HIV. I know i dont", Aaron said Brain moved his hand up to place it near Aaron's cock. It was hard and bulging thru this scrubs. "You sure you dont want it? Something tells me different", Brian said and grabbed Aaron's rock hard cock Aaron let out a light moan and partially closed his eyes. "Yes I think someone really wants it. To get fucked bare and give himself to me. To take my strain in him and get marked forever. To get pregnant", Brian said As he was talking he felt Aaron's cock pulse. "No, i dont, its just been a while and i am horny and your kind of hot", Aaron said defensively. "Its ok if you want to. Even Jeff fought it for a long time but when he gave in he was so happy. You saw how happy he was to leave with Will who also is Poz", Brain said now stroking Aaron's cock under the table. He felt a wet spot on his hand as he knew Aaron was leaking. Aaron was so aroused and his head was spinning. How could he be so aroused and horny with the thought of taking a poz load. "HI Aaron", said another you guys around AArons age. "Oh hi Bart. How are you?", Aaron said "I am doing good. You finished with classes today", Bart asked "Yes just grabbing a drink with a friend. Brian introduced himself and they shook. Bart could see Brian's other hand on Aarons leg. "Yeah i see. Well some of us are going to the bar down the road and wanted to see if you wanted to join us but looks like you are having fun here. " he said smiling. "Oh no not at all. Actually i will join you and be there in a bit", Aaron said Bart look puzzled and said ok meet you there. Aaron stood up and put money on the table. "Thank you Brian for talking with me but i really need to go", Aaron said "Need to or want to", Brian said raising his hand that was on Aarons cock and showing how wet it was with precum. "I need to. I better go", Aaron said "Well have a good time." Brian said and put his fingers wet with Aaron's precum to his mouth and sucked them clean. "Yummm. Too bad we could have had a lot more fun tonight", Brian said Aaron looked at him with lust and said goodbye and walked away.

Chapter 6 it was Saturday night and my girlfriend was due to return from her holiday the next afternoon. I was a little conflicted, I had enjoyed my playground with guys, but I hadn’t missed her. I checked my internet history before wiping it, it was all gay porn or cocksucking porn. Ideally I wanted her to stay away for another week whilst I just explored. However I was going on a night out with my mates, all straight so that would get me in the right frame of mind. We were in town and a few drinks in. I was at the bar getting a round in when I heard a voice ‘Fancy seeing you here! Bet your mates don’t know you’ve been taking cock!’ I looked round and it was Lara from the tattoo parlour. She was with a fit black guy. Instinctively I glanced at his crotch, hoping that Lara didn’t notice. ‘Don’t worry , I’m not going to out you …. But I see you quite like Mike here seeing as you’ve checked out his package already. And yes he has a big cock!’ ‘Uh oh’ was all I could stammer. ‘If you want a closer look go into the last stall in the gents when you’ve got these drinks in, you may get lucky!’ Lara continued. I bought the round and my cock brain had returned. What was I doing , I was in a straight bar with my mates but the thought of Mike’s cock was in my mind. I made a quick excuse to go to the loo to my mates, and waited in the last stall. I wasn’t there long when the door slowly opened. ‘Hello fag, Lara says you love cock, is that right?’ ‘Er yes’ I stammered quietly. ‘Good, then suck this baby’ Mike pulled down his trousers and my eyes widened. It was the thickest cock I had ever seen, and about 8 in sling. It just looked massive. I opened my mouth and as soon as Mike’s cock was inside he grabbed my head and started throatfucking me. I was gagging and gasping breaths where I could before getting used to the feeling. However, before long I heard Mike whisper in my ear, ‘I’m nearly there , swallow it all fag’ I readied myself as he erupted in my mouth. I tried to swallow it all but some dripped over my chin and down my shirt. ‘You’re not bad, I’ll tell Lara , she”ll get off on that’ Mike said as he pulled his trousers up and slipped out of the cubicle. I wiped my chin, savouring the taste in my mouth. I had to clean up my shirt and think of an excuse. I returned to my mates table.’ Had an accident in the gents? ‘ one asked, noticing the stain where I had wiped off some cum I had spilled. ‘Er yeah, the taps kinda splashed up’ I lied. A round or so later one of my mates said ‘ See that goth girl with the tattoos with that black guy, I reckon she fancies you, she’s been looking at you on and off for a while’ ‘ I can’t see that ‘ I replied, ‘and I don’t fancy getting beaten up by her boyfriend either’ . I noticed That Mike had slipped outside and she was on her own. ‘ Go on speak to her’ my mate said’ she looks the opposite of Jess goody two shoes’ he said , referring to my girlfriend. I played along, and casually sauntered up to her. ‘Mike says your good at sucking cock’ she said quietly before I could say anything.’ And he says he would like to fuck you properly’ .’ I Er um….’ I stammered. ‘ this is a one time offer. Go out to the back of the pub where the bins are, and he will fuck you there… or go and sit down with your straight boring mates. I will come and watch so they think you’re leaving with me. What’s it to be ? . My cock brain was taking over. ‘ I want fucking’ I whispered. Lara grabbed my hand and led me to the door, and outside. she ushered me to the bins. ‘Here, drop your trousers’ I did as I was told as I heard Mike approach. The cold air hit my exposes ass as I felt something cold roughly smeared on my ass. ‘There’s no way you’re straight Neil if you’re bending over for his cock’ Lara giggled as Mike pushed hard against my hole. My ass stung as it stretched to take his girth. ‘Ahh’ I groaned as I felt Mike was splitting my ass. ‘ good boy, I’m in’ Mike growled in my ear as he began fucking me. The pain eased but I was being roughly fucked between bins like a rent boy, as Lara had her hand in her knickers playing with herself as she watched me taking her boyfriends cock. ‘Go on Mike, cum in his queer ass, make him one of us’ she was saying as she was bringing herself off.. my head was swimming with the grunts of Mike and the fucking I was getting until Mike grunted one more time and pushed hard and I could tell he was cumming in me. I was breathless myself as I had taken a pounding. I felt cum drip out as Mike withdrew from my ass. Before I knew it Lara and him had disappeared and I was pulling up my pants hoping the cum leaking from my ass wouldn’t be obvious and seep through my jeans, as I made my way back into the pub, and returned to my mates. I blagged a story about a quick snog and feeling her up to save face and explain my absence, but my mind was wondering where I was heading after tonight….. to be continued…….

Working from home has its advantages, yesterday was very satisfying. Finally managed to arrange a meet with a guy I have chatted to online for a long time. In our messages before I asked if he liked bareback, which he did, so I was up for it. He arrived and quickly stripped off. As we kissed he took his cock from the side of his jock and I got to work on it. He was moaning as his cock became rock hard in my mouth. He then got me on all fours and rimmed my hole and in no time was balls deep in me. He fucked like a pro and said he was close, so I flipped over onto my back and within no time was shooting his load in me. After he left I didn't think he had cum that much until later that afternoon, his huge load dropped out and tricked down my leg. Had a jock on under jeans. Fucking hot and he came back for seconds today.

Took up my normal position down in the dungeon darkroom leaning over the little shelf ready and waiting. Over the 2 hours I collected 5 loads no idea who from, I didn’t turn round to see if I could see them no talking before or after. Back again soon!

I don't know of one. If you had a private message thread with them, you can view your entire inbox (there's a button at the bottom of the recent private message pop-up window).

Thanks for the posit8ve feedback guys. I especially appreciate the positivity around the dialogue because I often struggle with that the most in my other writing. Or maybe its just dirty, degrading sex talk comes more naturally to my mind. Ha! Regardless, though, thank you all. Side note: I may be away from thus for the next week. I'll be traveling for a death in the family and won't have time (and frankly don't have the mindset) to add a 3rd chapter right now. But I'll be back to this, promise.

Brad kalvo

I love this for you! A little tip: I've been watching porn where the bottom deep throats and sort of "matching" or playing along. It really helps! For the first time today I felt my tongue voluntarily flatten, and I was able to hold it in for a full 10 seconds before my reflex pushed it out. Every day trying to hold it in 5 seconds longer...

Untold Adventures Volume #6 Boom I fucked your boyfriend *************************************************************************** Mike sat on the edge of the bed looking down at the ginger head that was staking more than a few inches of his cock into his inexperienced mouth as Mike’s hand pushed him down further He was in town because of a stupid promotion. They had used it to raise money for a charity that Jeff and he supported. Everyone who donated mote than a certain amount had their names entered and the winner got to meet Mike or Jeff and got a song. Jeff always got picked for these things but this time they had chosen Mike The winner was a young woman named Shelly and Mike was to sing at her wedding reception tomorrow, Shelly was a total bitch. When she had met with Mike earlier here in his suite she treated him like a hired wedding singer giving him a list of songs she wanted and Mike would have been happy to do a couple but her attitude made him dig his heels in pointing out that the promotion said “A song” and that was all she was getting. She had stormed out slamming the door leaving her fiancé standing there embarrassed He was a cute ginger of about 22 and he looked adorable as he made excuses for her bad behavior with much practiced skill. “Why do you stay with her? She’s going to make your life miserable” Mike asked “At this point I’m not to sure” he said “She convinces my family that I am straight is about all" Mike made a few quick decisions and walked over to close and lock the door where her slam had made it bounce back open “Why did you do that?” Asked the ginger boy who’s name was Corey This boy reminded him so much of Hank when Mike had broken him and taken him as property after his girlfriend had dumped him. Not physically but in attitude that Mike snapped “Because I’m about to do what you want deep inside. Give you a man to worship and serve. Come over here, kneel in front of me, take my cock out and worship it with that pretty mouth of yours” and knew he would be obeyed “I’ve never done anything with a man before. I don’t think I will be good at it” Corey said Mike smirked and said “See you are already worried about if you can please me or not. It was your first thought. You didn’t even think about refusing. You were born to serve other men. It's your natural palace in life pretty boy. Don’t worry I just want you to get me hard so I can breed your ass and infect you with my HIV. That would happen to you eventually anyway. You are too submissive to insist on condoms if a man wants to breed you. It might as well be me I love speeding it o little sluts like you” Corey didn’t protest as he knelt before Mike and unzipped his pants. His eyes did widen when he got a look at how huge Mike was, “Trust me it’s going to hurt but you will love it” Mike said grabbing a hand full of hair and guiding those virgin lips to his cock “Kiss the cock that’s going to give you HIV” he ordered and felt the soft kisses on his shaft and down to his virus filled balls Mike took him into the bedroom and they both stripped. Mike sitting on the edge of the bed awaiting servicing, “He’s going to be a good cock sucker” Mike noted as after an initial reflexive gag Corey was now taking more than half his cock in his throat only occasionally coming up for air Mike pulled him off his cock and Corey looked slightly disappointed “Time to get you knocked up” Mike told him “I’m going to teach you to love the pain my toxic cock can give you” Mike had him lay on his back and stuffed a pillow under his ass then raised those lightly ginger furred legs up and slipped between his them his cock head finding the hole and coaxing it to open for him with just precum and persistence grinning as Corey moaned in pain as the head popped in “Good Boy, take the pain I give you in let it posses you over like my virus will” then he started the slow in and out motion easing in a fraction more with each stroke. When he reached that inner barrier most men could not even touched he simply pulled most of the way out and rammed his cock through it knowing it would make this tight silky hole even more vulnerable to his infection. “OH FUUUUUKKKKKKKKK” Corey screamed as Mike pulled out and rammed back in again repeatedly “Here it comes Corey, here comes my poz babies to get you pregnant. I’m about to dump millions of my viruses into your battered guts. I’m going to infect you! NOW!” and he bred this pretty ginger boy changing his life forever A little later Corey had his cock back in his throat and seemed to have no intentions of stopping and time soon Mike had risen and unlocked the front door leaving it slightly ajar then had Corey text the woman he had no intentions of marrying now telling her to come back up to the suite because Mike had changed his mind Mike heard a knock and yelled “We are back here” Shelly froze in the doorway eyes wide as Mike guided those pretty lips up and down his shaft with a handful of ginger hair “Did you know he has almost no gag reflex? He’s going to be one of the world’s best cock suckers I think” he said calmly as he held Corey in place his nose actually in Mike’s pubes He let the boy breathe and continued “I decided to give you one extra song, Here goes" and he started to sing the Salt N Pepper “Classic” as Corey finally choked from trying to laugh around his dick ************************************************************************* Sorry I couldn’t resist when the idea popped into my head Scanbu

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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….”

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

“Last night we went to a bathhouse and Zeke knocked up two complete strangers while I watched and got blown. This afternoon we are sitting at the dining area table deciding what college courses I should take” Tommy thought with a wry smile Zeke’s recommendations leaned strongly towards business and finance and Tommy was ok with that. “I want to take at least two dance classes per semester though” he said, circling the cl;asses he wanted. “My instructor said in most schools I would be 2nd year advanced. He wrote me a letter of recommendation. It’s in my file” “You dance?” Zeke was surprised but thinking about it Tommy’s body was in to good a shape to be just a normal teen “Yup” Tommy said “Since I was seven” Zeke rose “Give me a hand here” he said and he moved into an area of the apartment that seemed to be a catch all for storage, Zeke started moving boxes and exercise equipment and a area clearly designed as a small dance studio emerged with a mirrored wall and bar between two windows “Get changed” Zeke said walking to the dressing area, stripping and putting on a pair of tights and no shirt. Zeke’s cock in a pair of rights was slightly distracting Tommy thought as he changed into his tights and a tight t-shirt They stretched limbering up their muscles and Zeke knew what he was doing Tommy noted. “Ok, show me what you got” Zeke said. Selecting an extended mix of “Heartsong” by Billy Clay-Blake, the music he had danced his last recital to. Tommy began to move. It was the most advanced piece he had ever done. A mix of ballet and modern dance with Zeke watching every move intently. “You need more extension on that leap” Zeke said as he finished sounding so much like his instructor that Tommy chuckled “Catch your breath then do it again” and once again Zeke watched every move “Better” Zeke said as he finished and after a few minutes “One more time” This time as he started Zeke... “flowed” was the only word Tommy could think of, moving around him in perfect counterpoint, sliding behind him moving with him arms extended perfectly in concert with his and when Tommy leapt Zeke’s hands caught his waist lifting him then setting him down as Tommy spun away. When the dance concluded their faces were inches away from each other arms extended and slightly back as they panted staring into each other's eyes. Zeke seized Tommy’s face and kissed him, backing him up against the mirrored wall Tommy matching his passion, forcing his tongue into his lover’s mouth. They had always had this passion but this time it was different, More intense. More filled with emotion Zeke moved up his jaw nipping then bit his earlobe. Tommy tilted his head back exposing his neck, Zeke’s lips and teeth moved down sucking and biting. Tasting the clean sweat the dancing had caused licking it off his skin growls of possessive pleasure at the taste of his Boy. Tommy gasped and groaned as Zeke sucked his neck, every hair on his body standing on end as he shivered, his nipples hardening, and then Zeke’s teeth found them chewing and cucking moving from one to the other as Tommy moaned his hand behind Zeke’s head pressing it into his chest Zeke straightened and took him by the shoulders, spinning him to face the mirror pushing their tights down and kicking Tommy’s legs apart then bending his knees he speared up into his Boy's hole, taking him in one brutal stroke, knowing he loved it. Tommy groaned with the pain of Zeke’s invasion. grinding back on him his own cock twitching and dripping pre onto the mirror, He felt Zeke biting his neck and shoulders accompanied by emotion filled growls of “Mine!, You are MINE! You will always be MINE! I will never let you go!” and then the world melted as Tommy heard “I need you to much, I love you to much to ever let you go!” The words Tommy never thought to hear pass Zeke’s lips were out in the open Tommy looked into the mirror and stared into Zeke’s reflected eyes “I am yours, now and forever. I love you so much and I’m not going anywhere... ever” Zeke moaned and fucked even faster finally exploded deep inside his Tommy’s ass once again filling him with toxic seed and triggering jet after jet of sweet Boy cum to splatter on the mirror, Zeke picked his love up in his arms carrying him to the bed then made love to him for hours. ******* Ezekiel and Gabriel stumbled into the higher plane. As a joke Gabriel had jumped into Tommy’s mind while he and Zeke fucked against the mirror. They had never inhabited two mortals during such a raw emotionally charged fuck. Their own emotions and love had spilled through washing away Tommy and Zeke’s inhibitions and fear of rejection and almost forcing them to admit their love. “That was INTENSE” Gabriel said “It’s those two” Ezekiel said eyes wide “That goes beyond normal mortal love” “We need to do that again” Gabriel said abd Ezekiel nodded enthusiastically ******* The plans to send Tommy to the stuffy, ivy league business oriented college were scrapped and Zeke used his influence and a little blackmail to get him into the best performing arts school in the country. The campus was within walking distance of the apartment by chance. About a week into classes Zeke and Tommy were walking past the campus gate and Tommy said “There is my modern dance instructor.” and waved Zeke looked up. The man waving back was Cal

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

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.

Me on my back, top on me, restraining my hands and fucking my throat.

For some gay men, bug chasing is a long, slow process. Not for me. My recent divorce happened suddenly. One day, out of the blue, my wife of twenty years and mother of our two teenage kids asked me if I was gay. I could have lied and made it work a little longer. But our sex life had largely stopped. So I told her the truth – that I found myself increasingly attracted to other men. And that was it. She told me I had to start being who I was and our marriage was over. I was still sorting out my life when Debra, an ex-girlfriend from college, invited me to meet her at her office for lunch. I felt she was someone I could talk to about what happened. As we prepared to go to the restaurant, she introduced me to her co-worker, Dave. I knew immediately that he was gay. He was also tall, very well built, and exceptionally handsome. When he shook my hand, he held it for an unusually long time and looked intensely at me. I held his gaze. Something electric shot through me. Debra teased me about it over lunch. Although I had told her about my divorce, I hadn’t recounted the conversation with my former wife about my sexual identity. For all my old flame knew, I was straight. That afternoon Debra called me and said, “I feel awkward about telling you this, but Dave would like to ask you out on a date.” My heart skipped a beat. I replied that I would like to go out with him, too. “Andy, you do know he’s gay, right?” And that’s when I told her about why my marriage had ended so abruptly. Then she warned me, “You should also know he’s HIV-positive and not on medication.” This I hadn’t expected, but I knew about condoms and safe sex and told her so. “You need to be careful,” she cautioned. A few minutes later, Dave called me and asked me to dinner the next evening. I could hardly think straight (no pun intended, LOL). I found myself fantasizing about being fucked by Dave; in all my gay dreams, awake or asleep, I am the bottom. I must have jerked off a half dozen times over the next day. I also began to imagine him barebacking me, leading to especially intense orgasms. I made sure to douche before our date. Dinner was very romantic. He held my hand and we flirted. It seemed so natural to be part of a gay couple! When he invited me to his apartment, I immediately said yes. We walked the six blocks back to his place holding hands. We even stopped to kiss passionately on the sidewalk, the first time I had ever kissed another man. It felt so right – and really hot, too. At his apartment we made out on the couch for a while before he suggested we adjourn to the bedroom. There we helped each other out of our clothes. He embraced me in his strong arms. He was much bigger and more muscular than me, and I loved his masculine strength. Then I noticed something curious by the side of the bed, next to a tube of lube. There was a woman’s wristwatch, with a thin black leather band and a small round face, and a diamond solitaire engagement ring like the one I had given to my ex-wife when I had proposed many years ago. “What are these?” I asked, holding them up. “Debra told you I’m HIV-positive, right?” I nodded. “Well, when I’m with a guy who is negative but ready to convert, I invite him to wear this jewelry when we make love. They are both very feminine. They symbolize our commitment to share something forever, because I am going to impregnate him with my toxic seed. It is a gift he will always treasure.” I put on the watch and ring. I felt an odd tingle and I shivered. I felt very effeminate. Somehow, that seemed very natural in the moment. I looked into Dave’s beautiful blue eyes. “They are very pretty,” I said, with a lisp. “Don’t you think so?” I moved my hands in a girlish, limp-wristed gesture. Dave held me close in his arms. “Are you sure about this, Andy?” “I think so. I want to experience man sex without restraint. To me, this is part of what it means to be gay.” At that moment, I was too turned on, too overcome with sheer desire, to worry about the long-term consequences of what I was doing. Dave told me to lie down on the bed on my belly. He moved behind me, spread my ass cheeks, and began to rim my hole. My body quivered with the sensation of his warm, wet tongue teasing and then entering my puckered boi cunt. My own dick was rock hard, grinding into the sheet. After a few minutes he reached for the lube and began to finger me. When he slipped his forefinger inside me, he wasn’t gentle. I knew he was scratching me so I would start to bleed and be more vulnerable to his toxic seed. I did not object. In fact, I was moaning with pleasure and anticipation. Then I felt Dave’s weight pressing down on my back. “Last chance, Andy,” he whispered into my ear. “I’m going to fuck you now. Tell me if you want me to use a rubber. Once I’m inside you, it’s all over for you. I won’t be able to stop myself. When I cum, my poison seed will take over your body.” For a long moment, I said nothing. My mind was a blur. But my desire overpowered my reason. “Take me, Dave. I want your seed inside me.” He lifted himself to his knees. As I gripped the pillow, I felt the tip of his bare cock pressing against my hole. As he increased the pressure, I felt an intense burning sensation and then, when the tip split me and my sphincter resisted, a sharp pain. “Relax and breathe, Andy, you can do this,” he coaxed. I nodded and pushed back against him. Slurp! I felt my ass open to accept his fuck tool. The sensation was intense, heat, pain, and then just an amazing pleasure. I thought, I’m being fucked by another man. This is amazing. I’m a real faggot now. I gasped and moaned, “Oh, god, yes. Yes.” And I kept repeating it as Dave began to thrust in and out, going deeper and deeper until I felt his balls against my butt cheeks. Next he pressed his weight on my back again, his cock buried entirely in my boi cunt. He wrapped his arms under my shoulders and gripped them. I turned my head to kiss him. It was so hot! Then he said, “Are you ready?” I murmured “Breed me, Dave.” He began to pound my ass, which was full and warm. I had never felt anything so intense. He was grunting, completely intent on his own pleasure, and his sweat dripped onto my neck. Finally, there was a pause, he exhaled loudly, and his cock pistoned rapidly inside me, jets of cum shooting into my ass. I could feel the warmth and wetness. Dave lay panting on my back. He let go of my shoulders and his fingers interlaced with mine. I looked again at the watch and diamond ring, which sparkled in the light of the lamp beside the bed. I thought, my man lover just bred me. I’m his bitch, It feels incredible. I turned my head and he kissed me tenderly. I opened my mouth to welcome his tongue. Soon we dozed off. At some point, his cock softened and slipped out. But we didn’t sleep for very long, then or later. Dave wanted me again and I wanted to be taken again. I rode his cock, which I liked because I could control the pace (though when he got close to an orgasm, he began to buck his hips while he gripped my waist until he erupted fiercely inside me). I especially like being fucked in the missionary position, as my dainty, feminine hands gripped his strong forearms. In the morning, we arose early and showered together. As we dried off, he said, “By the way, Debra is stopping by for coffee in a little while. She wants to hear about our date. In case you don’t want to be here.” “I would love for her to see us together,” I answered. “I’ve told her about the watch and ring – I’ve told her how I use them when I poz a bottom.” When he said this, I put them back on so she would know that I had ignored her warning. A little later, Debra showed up. She immediately saw my pretty jewelry and smiled knowingly. “I knew you would decide to let Dave fuck you bareback,” she said. “I hope you don’t regret it later, sweetie.” “Never,” I replied. “This is who I am – a faggot who wants to explore every part of gay sex, without limits. I waited my whole life for this and now I plan to enjoy every minute of it.” Dave wrapped his arm around me and kissed me passionately. I looked at Debra and winked.

Sorry i have been busy with life. Starting again. I hope you enjoy the story. Thank you for all the comments. We went to a bar nearby the campus. It was a mixed bar with both gays and straight clientele. Most young as it was near the campus. We sat down ordered some drinks and started to talk. "So how long have you been taking poz loads?', Aaron asked. "Wow that's a bit straight forward", i said "How about we start with, why are you curious and why haven't you had sex with another man yet?", i said back. "I find it fascinating that you knowingly take poz loads. That you let guys who are HIV+ cum in you. Isn't that dangerous? Aren't you afraid of getting AIDS?", he asked both excitingly and curiously. I told him how I started with male intimacy, first with jo and bj and movie arcades but then gay massage. I told him i actually started with FF and then went on to fucking. At first i was very concerned and in my first few encounters I didn't let anyone fuck me without a condom. But i gave into my Daddy who just pushed the right buttons and, in the moment, let him cum in me. I told him how torn i was but also aroused. There was something intimate in being bred by Brian. I was giving myself to him to breed, impregnate and mark with his seed. His dna would be in me forever. I was scared that he was HIV+ and did go to a clinic but in the end decided not to go on meds and let it take its course. I told him letting someone fuck you bare feels way better than a condom and when they cum in you its so hot. And that you dont have to fuck POZ guys. You can choose to just find neg guys and let them fuck you bareback. Aaron was wide eyed and listening and mesmerized. You could tell he was also excited. "So why haven't you been with another man yet?", I asked Aaron. "Nervous, scared i guess", he said He went on to talk about his conservative family upbringing and how he would fantasize about man sex and would go to the library and read books about gay sex. Like books by Daniel Curzon or John Fox's Boys on the Rocks. He moved out of his parents' house and went on his own after high school. He would experiment and do jo or bj with other guys at rest stops or other places but never sex. He would work at coffee shops and retail and finally decided to try nursing and that's how he got to this nursing course. "Where did you meet Brian your Daddy", he asked I told him how i met him and how it was magnetic animal attraction at first site and we have been together since. I also explained how it was kind of an open relationship more on his side that he played with Cody and others. And that he would send me over to other men an offer me to them. I could see the hunger in his eyes.

Physically, its the fucking. Philosophically, it's the load. If I had to choose one it would be the former, because the load without the fucking is pretty silly.