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We lay together in silence for 20 minutes or so, I wasn't keeping track of time. My dick was still hard and ready for more, but was starting to relax. I decided to keep myself hard, in hope of coaxing more from the man cuddling me. I started to pump my dick, slowly. "Are you still hard?" I was asked. "Yeah. I usually stay hard, after I cum," I replied. "That's hot, not many guys can claim that. I don't bottom too often, but I'd love a multi-cummer." I didn't know what to say. I blushed, facing away from him, whilst he cradled me. "Maybe if I get to top you in the future, I can show you what it's like?" "I'd like that a lot." He told me. We lay together for a while in silence, before I decided to break it. "When did you get pozzed?" I asked. "One test had a vague red line about six weeks ago. I had a solid red line a month ago. I think I was properly poz probably about two months ago. It's hard to say. I only did home tests," he explained. "Only home tests?" I asked, surprised. He had seemed so confident earlier in the evening. "Yeah. I still have them. Let me show you," his tone was eager. The top peeled away from me and rolled over the bed. Opening a draw, reaching inside and rummaging around, he fished out a couple items and rolled back across the bed towards me. Wrapping one arm back under me and the other over me, he released a handful of small white objects onto the bed in front of me. "These are my tests," I was told. There were four, small, rectangular objects in front of me. They looked like covid testing strips. My stomach dropped, as I understood what was in front of me. HIV home tests. "What order do they go in?" I asked, hoping he'd lay them out for me. His hands started moving, one trapped under me. Shuffling the pieces around, lifting each one up past my face and up to his own, I watched intently. A timeline was written out in front of me. One single red line, followed by another single red line. A faint second red line and a solid second red line. Silence followed his final movements. "Are you okay?" He asked me. "Yeah... I didn't expect this sort of confirmation, to be honest." I answered. "Are you sure you're okay?" I was asked again. I turned over and put my lips to his. Breaking the kiss, I spoke. "I'm okay." I told him, "Your profile was honest and I messaged you. I initiated." I paused. "I'm okay." We stayed there for a while, cradling each other. "Do you have another?" I asked. "Another load? Of course!" He answered, moving his hands and his body against mine. My dick responded instantly, but I spoke to him instead, "I meant another test, Sir." I encouraged his movements, frotting my dick against his. "I think I have one that I didn't need," He said. "Don't move," he told me, before pushing himself off the bed and leaving the room. I lay still on his bed, waiting for his return. It wasn't long before he returned to the porn-lit room, his dick hard and bouncing between his legs, with each step. "You need to prick a finger, boy!" He sounded excited. "I've not done one before, Sir," I told him. "That's okay, I only did one when I started chasing, too." I stared at him. I didn't expect him to be a chaser, let alone a successful chaser. I was dumbstruck. The bear grabbed my hard dick, pumped it once and shuffled closer across the bed to me. "Don't be so shocked, boy. How do you think I got pozzed in the first place? It wasn't an accident," he said, almost whispering into my ear. "How do I do it?" I asked. I realised instantly that I wanted a series of tests to spread out in a time line. Within a couple of minutes, I had done my first home HIV test. We had pricked my finger and the man helping me had sucked my finger after squeezing a drop into the plastic strip. "Thank you, Sir," I said to him, leaning in for a kiss. "You're welcome, boy," he said, as we broke apart. "We'll do another in a month or so." He was rubbing our dicks together again. "Does your hole got another round?" I practically jumped at the suggestion. I spat downwards, at our dicks and grabbed his, rubbing the moisture around and down to his pelvis. "Yes, sir." I murmured. I pushed the man I'd met that evening onto his back, climbing onto his hips and lined his dick up to my loosened hole. I sat back, reaching out for the poppers on the bed beside us. I moaned, feeling a stretch to my already abused hole and lifted back up. My hole started to relax around his thick cock again, while he grabbed the brown bottle and uncapped them for me. The bottle was lifted to my nose. "Inhale." I did. "Hold." I did. "Release." I did. I rode him for all I was worth, my hole screaming to me that it'd had enough. "Knock me up, Sir. I'm ready for another load," I moaned. I wanted the next test we did together to show two red lines. I wanted to know that the second line was his. "Give it to me. My hole is yours, Sir. Please poz me," I begged. "You're mine, boy. Don't you worry. I'm marking that cunt, boy," he growled. I rode him, rubbing his chest and leaning in to kiss him while we spoke to each other. "You enjoying my risky dick, boy?" "Fuck yes, Sir. I wanna risk it all. Breed my cunt with your poz dick. Give me your risky load!" I ran my hands up his belly, over his chest and pushed his arms up. I leaned down into his armpit for the first time, taking a deep breath through my nose. I loved it. Musky odour filled my nostrils, making my dick even harder than it was. "Fuck, Sir. You smell so good." "Yeah, you like that? A day's work and no spray? Pig!" He grabbed my neck and pulled me back down for another whiff. I breathed in deep. again. "Good, boy." I continued to ride his dick while sniffing his pits, my dick leaking on his belly throughout. I was enjoying the verbal, his body odour and his dick in my sore hole. After a while, he grabbed my dick. "We're gonna cum together, boy," he said, pumping me. "Tell me when you're close, I can blow any time." "Tell me you're poz again," I begged. "I'm poz, boy. I'm HIV positive. I'm not taking medication. I'm not on meds. I'm infectious, boy. My load is at risk of converting you." He said, thrusting up into me. I wasn't riding him anymore, he was fucking me and working my dick at the same time. I moaned, unable to do much more. "Yes. Yes, Sir. I'm not on PrEP," I manaeged. "Fuck yes, boy! No meds, no PrEP." He was shouting. "No rubbers. No fucking protection. Take it! Take it! Bug chasing cunt. Take it!" His final thrusts timed with his words, left me slumped on his sweaty chest. "Thank you," was all I could muster. He guided my legs down, alongside his own with his hands, held my back and rolled us on to our sides. Coaxing my head up off his chest, he kissed me. "I'm so glad you came," he whispered. "Thanks for coming over." "I'm glad I came, too," I replied. "Good. You should stay the night. I don't have to get up in the morning. Will you stay?" He asked. I nodded against his shoulder.

MirrorBoi reached out on Squirt and wanted to come over and top me NOW! Ah youth! A horny 18 yo into (and into) daddies. He was here in less than 30 minutes and just about perfect. Smooth, dark brown, rock-hard cock just long enough to probe my throat. Lots of surprises. Great kisser. Super abundant sweet precum. Loved getting rimmed and tongued although he was super tight. In the shower he put his ramrod in my manhole. He fucked me faster and faster, twisting my nipples as he drove his cock deep in my ass. As always, I feel it jetting inside me, breeding me with his young jizz.

For the first time, I dared to defy his instruction. Instead, I stood up to kiss him, my hands still holding his dick and cradling his balls. Our mouths met in fiery passion, tongues swirling and lips pressed against each others'. "Thank you." I said, once our mouths had parted. "You're welcome, boy. Are you chasing?" "Sort of. I've been hoping to find someone like you. You're my first gifter top. I've never had an unmedicated load," I told him. I blushed and looked away. He grinned and pulled my chin back towards his, kissing me again. "I'm glad I'm the first. You're my first, too. Chaser, I mean. I only converted a couple months ago." I stared at him with wide eyes. "Thank you, Sir," was all I could think to say to him. "Back on the bed." I did as I was told. I moved half a step back, laid down and pulled my legs back to my chest again. I watched, as the attractive man grinned at me and got on his knees. My dick started to leak more clear liquid again, when my new favourite person pushed two fingers inside me. "There's two, boy. You want three?" He asked. "Mmhm," I moaned back at him. I was enjoying two, but knew his dick had stretched me out. I wanted more. He was working my cunt so well with just two, I was dying to know what he could do using more. I felt an extra finger, moaning at him again, enjoying the feeling of him working his poz load inside my hole. "That's four. You're gonna take a fist, soon!" "Yes, please! I want your fist up my cunt. Stretch me out, Sir!" I felt him pull out completely and swap hands. As I opened my mouth to moan for the swap, his first hand came up to my face and he forced his four fingers into my face. I slurped on his fingers, sucking his load into my throat. I moaned at him in ecstasy. I was loving his dominant stance and I was loving his sleaze. I wanted to take everything he had to give me. "Mmmm," I moaned around his fingers. "What was that, boy?" He asked, pulling his hand back from my face and began using it in tandem with his other. "Fuck, Sir. You're using me so good. You're making me so hot. Thank you. Don't stop," I blathered. I couldn't stop. He was making me feel so good and I wanted him to know. The muscle bear kept working my hole with his hands, while my mouth encouraged him and moaned in pleasure. I kept using the poppers he had given me earlier, keeping my hole relaxed. I felt a turning point, once he had been spitting at my hole and his hands for almost a full minute. "I need you to huff those poppers a few times, boy. Big breaths, or you won't get my fist tonight." I almost panicked. I wanted his fist so bad but was scared of the lack of lube. I knew I wasn't in charge, so had to accept I was getting fisted with only spit and his cum as lube. I decided to trust the poppers and took a deep breath, holding it. I let it go slowly, before taking another and repeating the process a third time. I murmured my assent to him, nodding and making eye contact. His knuckles pushed hard against my hole, while I tried to relax, letting his fist inside me. My moans turned to deep growls as his twisted his hands slightly back and forth. I took another deep hit of poppers and felt his fist slide past my hole. "Good boy," he elongated the words, almost growling back at me. I couldn't form words, only deep guttural moans in reply. I nodded my head, making sure he could see I was along for the ride. I huffed on the brown bottle once more, before dropping it and holding my legs back, relaxing my hole and trusting the man with his hand inside me. My cunt was worked hard. The man alternated hands and speed. He directed me when to use poppers, how deep and how many breaths. I was in pig heaven. My hole was getting stretched out with a toxic load as the lube. My top spat on his hands over and over again, even getting me to join in the lubing process. I was incapacitated, barely able to move without his direction. Eventually, he slowed, only using one hand. I finally recovered from my stupor enough to look back over my dick at him. One hand inside me, the other on his own dick. "I'm hard again," he grinned. "Do you have another load for me?" I asked. "You fucking bet I do, boy. Ask me for it properly." "Poz me. Give me another toxic load, Sir. I want your strain." I told him. He pulled his hand out of my hole, making me growl again, as his lifted his other hand off his dick. He showed me both in the light of the TV, still playing porn. Both had streaks of red, the left, most recent from my hole had more. "Ask me again." "Fuck, Sir." My dick pulsed again. I didn't think I'd bleed. It was a done deal at this point. I was already eager, now I had no choice. "Infect me. Make me toxic." "Good boy," his smile was predatory and I loved it. The man stood up, his thick dick wet with my hole and what spit he'd offered and pushed himself into me for the second time. "You're so fucking loose boy. I'm gonna make you my boy. MY boy. You understand?" He asked me. "I understand," I told him. "I want to take your strain. I want your load, your toxic dick. Make me yours, Sir." "Fuck yes. Dirty little chaser. Bug chaser." I could only moan in pleasure back. I didn't know I'd enjoy being called a bug chaser so much, but I could feel my dick straining between our bodies. "Slow down. Slow down, Sir." I begged. "Let me enjoy my pozzing." "Oh, you wanna go slow? Savour my toxic cock?" He goaded me. "Yes, please. Yes please, Sir." He slowed his pace, pulling out further before plunging all the way back in, eliciting deep moans from me. "Tell me you want another toxic load, boy!" "I want another toxic load, Sir," I recited. "Give me everything you got!" I added. "Hnnnh," he stared down at me, before clamping his hands down on my throat. "Take that dick, boy. Take my dirty cock. You want my load? Dirty fucking bug chaser. Nasty little cunt. Look at you, offering your loose cunt up with no questions asked. No fucking PreP. Dumb little cumdump. Fuck! FUCK!" He yelled. I was in paradise. I ran my hands from his buttocks, up his back and over his shoulders. Down his arms, to his slick hands, back up to his pecs and down his torso. I rested two of my fingers on my hole, on either side of his girthy dick. I felt his hands lift from my throat and I gladly gasped for air. "Open your mouth." I opened wide and stuck out my tongue, making eye contact with the man inside me. He spat, slowly, letting a string of saliva stretch from his lips down to my open mouth, He spat again, breaking the string and spreading it out across my face. He chukled again. "Good boy." "Thank you, Sir. Fuck that's so hot," I told him. "I'm getting close boy. Tell me you want it, bug chaser." "I want your gift, Sir. Infect me. Give me your bug. Please, poz me up. Please give me your toxic load. I want it. I want your load," I begged, round and round. I used every phrase I'd ever learned to ask him for it. "Hnnngh. Uhh. Fuck! Take it. Take my fucking load. Take my strain. Get it, boy. Get pozzed. I'm fucking pozzing you!" I felt his dick swell and pulse for the second time that night. I wrapped my legs around him, holding my hands on his ass, pulling him into me. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you. Thank you." I was halfway between a whisper and whimper. I held him there, inside me for the next few minutes, while he panted on top of me. I moved my hand up and down his back, caressing my gifter. I congratulated him and thanked him again and again. Ten minutes later, pulled his torso off me, grinned and kissed me. "Mm, you're a great fuck, boy. Don't tell me your name. You're just "boy" for now. Fucking hot. Suck me clean when I pull out," and collapsed back on top of me. My dick was still hard, pressed between us. After another few minutes, my new top pushed up, back and pulled out of me while standing up in one smooth motion. I knew my orders and followed them to the letter. I rolled myself down, off the bed, kneeling in front of my gifter and grabbed his balls, pushing his mostly soft dick towards my mouth. I sucked, cleaning every bit of wetness off him. I enjoyed it and from the sound of his moaning, so did he. As I sucked, I figured now would be my last chance to get off in his presence, so I started working my own dick. I concentrated on how loose and sore my hole was feeling and on how his dick had made me feel. I knew I had an unmedicated load inside me, two even and let myself get to climax as fast as I could. "Ah, ah, ah. Stop that. Stop!" He batted my hand away from my dick. "Let me." I stopped sucking and looked up, shocked. He'd been so dominant throughout our session, I hadn't considered him playing with my dick at all. "Get on the chair," he said. He pointed to the chair next to his bed. The wide, padded one I'd first found him on. "Pick your favourite pozzing porn. Or fisting. I'd prefer poz." I got up and moved to the chair, grabbing his phone and selecting a highly verbal pozzing scene. I sat how I'd found him, wide legs and dick pointing up. As he moved forward, he dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms under my legs. I was dragged to the edge of the chair and had my legs forced up again, like he was about to fuck me again. "Hold your legs," he told me, before grabbing my balls and swallowing my dick. He worked my dick like a pro, like I had tried to work his earlier. His eyes were soon streaming as he bobbed his head up and down. Just when I was getting close, he stopped and moved to work my balls. I loved it all, I had been moaning the moment he dragged me back down the chair. After my balls, he moved further down, onto my hole. I was loose and sore, but he made me crave more again. I could hear his moans and enjoyment, it turned me on even more. One last suck on my hole, before he held his tongue flat and moved himself all the way back up, over my taint, my balls and up my dick, to swallow it again. This time, he inserted three fingers and played with my prostate. He meant to make me cum and it only took him a minute. I couldn't help but drop my hands to the back of his head, with my dick in the back of his throat and his fingers manipulating me from the inside. "I'm cumming," I slurred, as my dick exploded and my hole clenched around his fingers. I pumped my hips into his face and he took everything I gave him. He was happy to take it. Once I'd stilled, he pulled his fingers out of my hole and offered them to me, shiny from his toxic loads. I gladly accepted, sucking them, as he had sucked me. He pulled his fingers out and met my mouth with his. We enjoyed a sloppy kiss together, while he lifted me clean from the chair and dropped me onto his bed, where he pulled me close and breathed a contented sigh.

Quick hookup with a 23 yr that hit me up on the apps, I was in between meetings so I met him at his place, waited for me naked when he opened the door for me, stunning swimmer body, great cock, 8" and nicely thick! Yummy! we started kissing as he was undressing me, he was a passionate kisser as he was undressing me, touching my body everywhere until reaching my hole which was moist from the morning loads I took and puffy from all it took yesterday. He just looked at me and grinned. I dropped to my knees, took his cock in my mouth as he started fucking my face and I held his ass firm getting him to shove it all the way till my nose was buried in his soft blond pubes. The he pulled out, lifted me back up and we went to the living room, he sat on the sofa and I continued sucking him and licking his balls, making my way to his hole till I got the signal to continue when he lifted his legs and presented a beautiful pink tight hole. i went to work and rimmed him like it was my last meal on earth and he was moaning so hard as I was tongue fucking him deep. Fuck he tasted so good! That got me super horny so I just climbed on top of him and sat on his rock hard cock, no lube, just little spit and my wet hole took him all the way to the root in one move. We were both groaning and that move switched on his primal side and he started fucking me hard! Pumping my hole in and out as I was matching his pace riding him. it was such a good fuck and he was hitting all the right spots till he got me to cum handsfree, causing my hole to tighten and milk him till he shot a HUGE load in me! we were both panting and kissing as I felt his cock go down and flopped out of my sloppy hole so I started licking my cum from his body and cleaning his cock from the cum residue he left in me and the loads I had in me mixed with my ass juices. I was still horny so I went back to his hole and rimmed him some more cause he was tasting so good and fresh and was opening up so nicely for my tongue so I went for it and added a finger, then two and he was still moaning. I decided to take my chance and got up to kiss him and lined my cock on his hole and started poking, he was moaning into my mouth and held my back so I took it as a sign and started pushing in, slowly till my big cockhead was in him. He gasped a bit and I gave him some time to adjust till he started signaling me push further in, I rocked my cock gently in and out till I had my 8" in him all the way, he was moaning and shaking with the pleasure and I started to pick up my pace. Soon after I was fully fucking him hard, and he was begging me to breed him as he held my ass and played with my hole till I was getting close and pumped my load in him and collapsed on top of him as we were making out. we were both covered in sweat and having that amazing post orgasmic feeling for a while till we had to get up and have a quick shower together. That was fun and now I can continue my meetings for the day and perhaps hunt for more loads. Oink!

Ok, so hooking up where we live is truly impossible. All our neighbors know is, yes I’m partnered and LOVE him with my soul. But, my hole hasn’t been played with in a while. A year ago I joined the gym and got a trainer so I’ve lost 16lbs. Got some muscle and feel amazing absolutely amazing about myself and my body. turned on sniffles tonight and a married 36yo black dude, bi, hung with 9” wanted to “eat some boy ass and fuck it deep”. Fast forward 30 mins after I talked myself out of it and he was in the living room with his face buried in my freshly shaved ass. he then force fed me his huge cock, thick with a big head, I sniffed and sucked and licked his balls…. as we made out he fingered my hole with his thumb and I melted in his arms. He then proceeded to pound the shit outta me. he then blew a load and said he had more….i rode him while I told him o loved him,,,,,said that made him even harder which it did. he prodded my ass and dumped one of the biggest geyser loads I’ve ever had. Exchanged numbers and said he loves my soft ass and my beautiful moth. hugs!

I was browsing Grindr, not having much luck. I talked to multiple men, some I had met before, others I had not. None were accepting my offer of a hole to breed. Frustrated, I put my phone down and moved to my PC, planning on finding porn and using a toy for the evening. I started with bbrt, hoping for someone to take an interest. Signing in, my inbox was as good as useless; CumUnion and a non-starter "Oink!" message. Shifting my attention to the quick connect ads, I felt my eyes light up. "NEED LOOSE HOLE - HMU." I knew I had to message him, no matter the profile attached. I looked anyway. Clicking his profile name, I saw a man I couldn't resist. A muscle bear who enjoyed fisting and poz verbal. Same age as me, versatile and claimed a big dick, though had no dick pic. I didn't care about the lack of picture, as his being into fisting was enough, no matter his size. His face and body pictures showed an attractive man with great definition and plenty of body hair. I sent a message before I checked his entire profile, hoping I'd catch his attention and he'd want me. I was slim, stubbled and handsome. Not a twink, but not too far from the label. Tall, hairy and slightly muscled. Cub or otter, I couldn't say myself, but confident. While I waited for a reply, I continued looking at the man's profile. Very little detail apart from the fact that he was HIV positive. The line about poz verbal made more sense to me, then. I checked and rechecked his pictures, hoping he'd reply to the message I'd sent him. I checked the quick connect ad he'd posted a couple more times, along with my own profile and the message I'd sent him: "Loose hole looking." Had I been too direct? Should I have said "Hi" first? His reply came back within 15 minutes with an address and a phone number. I sent him a message, letting him know I was able to travel to him and I was still eager, that I'd set off to the address given within a few minutes. The man replied quickly, letting me know I'd be able to let myself in and that I should reply once I was outside his home and await instruction. I was already hard, but his message made my dick pulse. I got ready, ran down to my car and set off. The journey took me just over 30 minutes, when I check the time. I sent a fresh message to let my hook up know I was outside and awaiting his orders. I looked out my car window at the building. I was impressed, but surprised at the lack of security measures. No gates, open doors and apparently no one to challenge me just walking through the front door. My phone buzzed and I checked it immediately, excited for the meet I was about to have. "In the front door apt#2 on left door open strip inside come to bedroom listen for porn". My dick sprung up, I was ready for this. I got out of my car, walked to the front door, which was neither locked, nor manned and looked to the left. Apartment 2 was next to the main door and ajar. I walked towards it and pushed it open. Stepping inside, I closed it behind and began to strip. I slipped off my shoes, my jumper and t-shirt, followed by my jeans, socks and boxers. Stood naked in a stranger's hallway, I listened for the sound of porn. I could hear the sound of sex. Moans of a man in pleasure and a male voice talking to him, though I couldn't make out what was being said. I passed two doors and around a corner before I could see an open doorway and light projected on the wall in view. I could make out the voice, now. "You want my poz load? Fuck yeah. Take my dirty dick." Walking into the room, I saw the muscle bear in all his glory, sat on a wide, padded chair next to his bed. He was as handsome, muscular and hairy as his pictures showed. His legs were spread wide and his hand was working his hard dick, while he watched the pozzing porn on the screen behind me. I could barely believe my eyes, looking at his dick. He didn't lie, he was hung. Maybe not in length, but definitely in girth. I'd seen as long, but never as thick. "Get it wet, boy." He spoke to me, in a deep, sultry voice. I didn't wait to follow his instruction. I moved forward into the room, eyes glued to his member, and dropped to my knees in front of him. I leant forward and put my mouth over his head. My jaw was stretched and before I knew it, I had to wrap my lips around my teeth or I'd risk scratching him. "Good boy. You know how to treat a big dick, don't you?" He asked. I murmured assent, knowing he meant about my lips to avoid my teeth on his dick. I hadn't spoke a word to him, yet. That didn't matter, I knew I had to work his dick, or I'd regret it, despite his lack of threats. I felt his hands on the back of my head, gently pushing me down his shaft. I worked hard, bobbing back against the pressure he applied, getting my spit further and further down him, towards his balls. I cupped them, pulled at them softly and switched hands over again, hoping it'd be something he enjoyed. When I was allowed up for air, I gasped with strings of saliva connecting me back to his head. I used my hands to roll back his foreskin and spread my spit down to his balls. His dick glistened in the low light of the TV behind me. I spat on his dick and moved my mouth back onto him. "Fuck yes, boy. Dirty cunt," he said to me. I replied with a happy noise and continued my work. I was told I had to get him wet and so I would. "That's enough lube, get on the bed," I was told. Eyes watering, I did as I was told. I got off my knees, turned and climbed on his bed, taking my chance to look at the screen. It was a compilation video of pozzing scenes. I recognised most of them, they'd been around for years. "On your back, boy," I heard from behind me. I flipped myself over and raised my legs above my head, pulling my knees to my chest. I looked the man in charge in the eye and smiled at him. He smiled back. "Good boy," he said as he dropped to his knees. I felt his hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them apart, as he started to eat my hole. I moaned as he squeezed my cheeks and forced his tongue into my hole. "Fuck yes, Sir!" I shouted. I couldn't help myself. I was so turned on and he worked my hole so well. He pulled away to say "you like that, boy? You want that cunt worked open?" "Yes, please," I moaned back to him as he dove back between my cheeks. He stood back up and turned to his night stand. Picking up a brown bottle, he uncapped it, sniffed it, then offered it to me, before spitting directly down onto his dick and moving his hips forward. I took the bottle and sniffed like he did. I sniffed again, knowing the stretch I was about to feel with only spit. I felt his head at my hole, pushing forward. "Oh, god," I managed, as his thick member forced its way into me. I huffed the poppers again, trying to adjust before he fucked in earnest. "Oh fuck yes, good boy." "Thank you, Sir. You're so fucking thick, start slow please." I begged him. He was kind, he started slow. I huffed poppers as he slowly got me used to his girth and spat on his dick every few thrusts. Hearing the poz porn from the TV, and watching his body over me turned me on. I loved watching and feeling him spit on his dick while he was still inside me, getting me ready for what was to come. "You feel nice and loose now. You ready for my dick, boy?" He whispered into my ear. "Yes, please, sir. My hole's all yours, I'm ready for you," I replied to him, clinging to his body. My legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms around his torso. I could feel him starting to sweat, I was too. Our hair was starting to matt. He leaned back up, breaking my arms' grip. He spat in my face, to my delight. My dick pulsed and he chuckled, "Filthy cunt. Look at your dick. You've covered us both in pre-cum." I moaned back at him, as he thrust inside me, to the hilt. "Do you pre-cum?" I asked him. "Yeah I do. You like that? You like my poz pre-cum?" "Fuck yes, Sir!" I shouted back at him. "Give me more!" He laughed at me. "I knew you were a sleazy bottom. Are you on PreP, boy?" "No, Sir." I stated, still moaning around the words. "Good boy. You gonna take my loads tonight? I'm not on meds." "Yes, Sir. I want your toxic dick! I want your loads. Give it to me!" The verbal I'd been watching for years burst out of me. I'd always enjoyed it, but never knew I'd commit to it so wholeheartedly. "Fuck yes, boy. I was hoping you'd want my gift." He started to pound me and I started to moan like a bitch in heat. His dick stretched me out, giving me the sensation I'd enjoyed on toys and fists. I moved my hands over his body, enjoying the sweat dripping off him and encouraging him to fuck me harder, while I egged him on. "Breed me, infect me. Give me your poz load. Don't pull out, keep going. I want it, Sir, give it to me," I told him. "You're gonna get it. I'm gonna mark you, boy. Make you mine. Your cunt is mine now, you're mine. I'm gonna give you my poz strain." He whispered back. He fucked me hard, flipped me over and fucked harder. "You want it, boy? You sure you want my toxic load? Fucking say it!" "I want it, Sir. Give me your toxic load! I want you to infect me. I want your dirty dick inside me, Sir. I need it." I shouted back at him. His movements were getting more frantic. He was going to cum soon and I could feel my dick bouncing against me. I had to concentrate not to cum before he did, I didn't want to disappoint him. His rhythm was getting quicker and he started moaning. I encouraged him "that's it, keep going, cum inside me, don't pull out. Please breed me. I want it, poz me, Sir. Give me that toxic load." He moaned louder than he had and stopped moving for a second, before carrying on pumping. I could feel his thick dick pulsing inside my hole and I pushed back into him. I wanted every drop. I wanted his load inside me completely. Once he'd stopped thrusting, he chuckled one last time and pulled out. I clenched my hole down once I realised what he was doing and spun round to clean his dick. "Oh fuck, boy. Ah. Ah. Stop!" Pulling me off his dick he said, "I'm too sensitive after I cum. But that was hot, ass to mouth is hot. Now get back up on the bed. On your back. I'm gonna work that load in."

Choosing the Right Bathing Suit to Trap a Big Black Bear Wesley Hughes McCall III looked at himself in the mirror and frowned. This wasn’t the one, he thought. This one didn’t send the message he wanted to send. It just looked like a bathing suit. No, Wes wanted something special. Wes wanted something that said “I want you to fuck me and spit in my mouth.” Wes knew he had a decent body. He’d been slight as a child, but years in the pool and hours and hours of diving practice had left him with a hard, defined torso and six pack, and, although he wished his chest were bigger, he had an ass he knew, objectively, was really good. Jamal loved his ass. Said it was better than most girls. Wes sighed. Most people thought Jamal was his best friend. His dad loved it that his son was best friends with the star quarterback, a scholarship student to boot, at Hillside Prep. His dad worked pictures of Wes and Jamal into his campaign literature. Dad thought it gave him cover as he voted over and over again in the Georgia senate to keep black people from voting, and to stop the evils of teaching that Southen white people had actually been fighting to preserve slavery in the Civil War. But what daddy would have been horrified to know was that Jamal and Wes weren’t friends. No, Wes was Jamal’s cock whore. Wes loved to spend hours sucking on Jamal’s 7.5 inch thick pole before Jamal fucked his brains out. But there were two things Wes found unsatisfying about Jamal. The first was Jamal wasn’t here and wouldn’t be in Atlanta for some time. He was in Los Angeles training for his first football season at USC. The second thing was that Jamal was young. And Jamal couldn’t rev up Wes anywhere near to what a 50-year-old grinder hookup could. And even then, Wes knew he had a thing for black and brown men. While an older white redneck could satisfy, nothing, and I mean nothing, made his little asshole pulse with desire like a big black daddy. Wes tried on the white one. Oh this was better. This one was a smaller size. The white nearly translucent, and it was smaller in the rear. The back hugged the dimples of his ass, letting the bigger bubble peek out. If this didn’t interest the man downstairs, then his cause was lost. It would prove that the man of his deepest fantasies, the man people called Big Ed was straight. God, Wes hoped he was wrong. He’d first met Big Ed at Grandma Claire’s house. Big Ed was really Edward Belley, one of the owners of Belley-McGrath Restorations. Grandma McCall had hired Ed to restore Grandpa’s 1957 Mercedes Gulfwing. It had been his favorite car and Wes thought it was cool as hell. Wes and been there when Ed had delivered it to his grandmother’s house. The car was immaculate, and Grandma teared up when she saw how perfectly they had restored the leather. “Golly,” she smiled, “This brings back good memories.” But Wes barely noticed the car because Edward Belley was breathtaking. Ed stood 6’ 5” at least, his black skin was very dark, and he was hairy—his forearms were covered in fur and chest hair peeked out from the top button of the expensive dress shirt he wore open at the throat with sleeves rolled up. His chest was massive, his shoulder broader than two and a half of Wes, and his hard daddy belly hung sexily over the alligator skin belt he wore. As Wes’s eyes traveled down, he almost gasped aloud. As the big man stretched up to show his grandma how smooth the wing doors closed after restoration. Wes caught sight of a cock from his deepest fantasies. Even soft, Wes knew, Big Ed had a massive snake. And right now Big Ed was downstairs, at his own house, restoring his dad’s 1970 Mercedes Benz 280 SL. And Wes was alone in the house and would be alone for a week. His parents and sister and brother were at the beach. Wes had stayed behind, ostensibly to go to diving practice. That was a lie, though. Wesley McCall stayed at home in Atlanta to trap himself a big black daddy bear. If Wes had been aware, he would have been less worried about the perfect outfit. Because Big Ed had chosen to restore the Benz in the McCall garage for a reason: little Wesley McCall. He’d been blown away when Claire Hayes McCall—one of the classiest steel magnolias Ed had ever encountered in his decades of dealing with rich Southerners—introduced him to her grandson Wes, his hot compact body and tight abs rippling under the perfect navy polo Wes was wearing. And when the boy had turned his back to check out the restoration of the back quarter panel, Ed nearly creamed his pants at the sight of the kids perfect divers ass in his tight khakis. And he’d seen Wes staring at his crotch more than once that day. And so he’d made up a bullshit story about upgrades at their facility in Alabama and brought a truck full of supplies to Atlanta to do Senator McCalls car. Big Ed heard the screen door of the house open and looked out the back of the garage. The McCalls had an eight-car garage set at an angle, with regular garage doors facing the winding drive and then big sliding glass doors facing the backyard and pool. These were show doors—so guests could admire the Senators collection of vintage and luxury cars. Wes came out of the house wearing a -tiny- white Speedo, a pair of sunglasses, and carrying a bottle of sunscreen. The kid glanced at the garage and then chose a chair by the pool that gave Ed a full on view. Slowly—and obviously—the kid put on the sun cream. While it looked a little cheesy—like something from a 1980s Falcon porn flick—when the kid started very slowly working the sunscreen into his back hamstrings and up into the bits of his pert ass that hung out of the speedo, Ed got rock hard. Ed pretended to ignore the kid. He knew the rest of the Senator’s family were gone for the week. And while he knew the kid claimed he stayed behind to work on his diving, the fact that the kid was putting on a sexy show in the backyard of his own house, in a pool chair obviously chosen so Ed could see everything the kids did,meant that Ed was going to be fucking that ass soon enough. And Ed knew about white boys who craved black daddy cock: if you made them wait, their little boy pussies got hotter and hotter until their desire was almost uncontrollable. And Ed liked pussies governed by uncontrollable desire, because those boys were ready to be corrupted. As the day wore one, the kid swam a bit, turning the swimsuit almost translucent. Wes lay on his stomach then, and Ed caught him pulling the sides of the suit up to show more of his ass. The kid was playing dance music now. And although he knew the kid wouldn’t do it—he was a fucking McCall and too classy for that—if the kid started dancing Ed was going to rip that suit off him and rape him right there outdoors by the pool. At around 3:30 in the afternoon, Ed decided it was his turn to play the game. He stripped off his shirt and made sure his semi was clearly visible in his jeans. He popped open a beer and stood by the open back sliding door of the bay closest to the pool. Ed smiled across at the pool and said, “How ya doing? It’s Wes, right?” Wes opened his eyes and sat up and smiled, and as he did so his little 6 inch cock sprang up rock hard at the sight of Ed’s bare chest. He closed his legs, and tried to act like nothing was happening and said, “Hey, nice day, huh?” “Yea, I’m Wesley and you’re Ed, right?” Wes continued, “You did the restoration of my grandma’s cool car.” Ed walked over and stood by the boy’s chair, towering over him. Wes looked up and smiled. “Where you doing a little show for me, with that sun cream,boy?” Ed demanded. “Yes sir, I was,” Wes said slightly sheepishly. “Why were you doing that?” Ed said. Wes smiled and looked him directly in the eye and said, “Because I was trying to get you to fuck me, sir.” Ed grabbed the kids hand and put it on his cock, suddenly rock hard. “Think you can take my big monster, Wes?” Ed said. “I’ve taken some pretty big dicks, but yours is huge,” Wesley said. Ed said, “You been on Grinder already?” “A few times, yes,” Wes admitted, “But Jamal used to fuck me a couple times a month.” “Jamal??” Ed laughed, “You got a thing for black dick, huh? Who’s Jamal?” “He was the quarterback of our school team,” Wes continued, “Our parents think we were close friends—and it started out that way Sophomore year, but by Junior year I was sucking him off and then that next Summer he started fucking me.” “So your family’s gone all week? Grandma coming over?” Ed asked, “Any friends coming over?” “Granny’s in San Francisco, everyone else is out of town,” Wesley said, with a big grin, “It’s almost like I planned it.” “So if I took you in that house right now we could stay naked for a whole week and no one would know?” Ed said. “Don’t you need to work on dad’s car?” Wes asked. “There’s no way I can finish your dad’s car here, it needs to be at my garage at home,” Ed said. “But your garage is being worked on?” Wes asked. “Nah, I just told your dad that,” Ed said, reaching down and giving Wesley a passionate kiss, “It’s almost like I planned it.” Ed reach into his pocket and pulled out a little baggy, “Ever done Tina?” “No, isn’t that meth?” Wes asked. “Yea, gays use it as a party drug. Makes little boypussies like you supercharged,” Ed smiled, “I know you think you’re horny now, but this will take you to another level. Your parents go security cameras out here?” “Turned ‘em off this morning,” Wesley smiled. “Excellent, turned around and bend over,” Ed said. Wesley turned around and put his hands on his knees. Ed grasped the boys perfectly ass, then slide the suit down below his cheeks. Ed spread them, getting his first look at the boys perfect pink hole. He kneeled and started rimming the boy, making Wesley moan with pleasure. He then reached with his long middle finger and stuck it deep in the bag coating it with way more Tina than he would normally give a first timer. “This will burn for a second, but soon you will feel great,” Ed warned, already sliding the finger into the boy to the root. The boy gasped and gave a little cry, “Oh, fuck.” Ed waited until the unmistakable signs were visible, and he started fingering the boy, relishing the boys velvet hole. “Oh god, that feels good sir.” Ed stood the boy up and kissed him, toying with the perfect little ass. “This is just the beginning. Get on your knees with your hands behind your back and wait here,” Ed commanded, “I am going to get my bag out of the truck, and then we are going to go inside the guesthouse and I am going to show you what real men do with pussy boys like you.” So Ed went and fetched his two big duffles full of sex toys, restraints, and party supplies. He smiled broadly when he saw the boy on his knees as directed. He stood in front of Wes, and pressed the boy’s face into his cock, straining against his tight jeans. “You wanna serve this cock, boy?” Ed asked, “Because once you’ve had Daddy Ed’s cock, you will never be the same.” “Yes, sir,” Wes said, “It’s all I’ve thought about since I met you at Grannies.” Ed reached into his bag and pulled out a moderately-sized chastity device. “Do you know what this is, Wes?” “I’ve seen it in movies, sir,” Wes said, “It’s a chastity device although some call it a boyclit lock.” Ed laughed, “That’s right, sweet boy, Daddy Ed is going to lock up your boyclit. That will leave only on your mouth hole and your pretty pink boyhole. You will learn to only feel pleasure from your holes.” Ed reached down and affixed the chastity device over the boys little cock, leaving his balls free for Ed to squeeze and hurt. Ed led the boy into into the big guesthouse where Ed was staying. He guided the boy up to his room. Ed had Wes finish undressing him, and the boy spent a while smelling and tasting Ed’s armpits and furry chest—something he did without prompting. The boy grew starry-eyed at his first look at Ed’s uncut, 13-inch beer-bottle-thick cock. “I will teach you to deepthroat it, boy,” Ed promised. Wesley sighed and kissed the big cock, slobbering over the head, thrilling at the taste of copious precum the big bear produced. “Get on all fours in the bathroom,” Ed ordered, “facing the back wall. Then put your chest on the floor, close your eyes, and reach back along your sides and spread your hole. It’s time to clean you out.” “I am already clean for you sir,” Wesley said, “Please, sir, I need your cock.” Ed slapped the boy so hard Wes saw stars, “Never back talk me, always obey.” Wes nodded, “Yes, sir, sorry sir.” As the boy got into position, Ed reached into one of his bags and pulled out a large enema bag, a smallish plug, a small bottle of lube, some poppers, and a 5-liter bottle full of chempiss—it was several party weekends worth of piss he and his partners Tom and Julio had collected special for this trip. He walked into the bathroom, pleased to see the kids eyes were closed as he had ordered, and pulled the lid off. A powerful piss smell arose as he filled the 2.5 liter enema bag and closed the bottle back up. Lubing up the hose, he place it gently in the boy’s hole. “Use your ass to suck on the hose,” Ed commanded, “And tell me when it hurts.” Ed threaded about 5 inches in and the boy grunted. “Hurts, sir.” “Push out,” Ed commanded, and Ed gently pushed the hose through the boys second hole. The boy groaned but took several more inches. Ed pushed just a bit more and stopped and released the line, the boy wiggled and moaned. Ed doubted Wes had ever gotten an enema in his second hole before. The boy started moaning again, and Ed gave him the poppers. “Do you know how to use these?” Ed asked. “I’ve seen them in movie,” Wes replied. “Hold them under your nose and sniff,” Ed commanded. As they kicked in the boy was able to take a bit more and then Ed slid the line out to fill the boys rectum. The boy took most of the liquid before it became a struggle, Ed had him puff away on the poppers. When the boy had taken it all Ed slid in the plug. The boy soon began to feel the potent Tina, and started moaning. This gave Ed the signal to tease his hole with the plug. Jamal must have had a thick one, Ed thought, because the boy took two of his big fingers around the plug fairly easily. He had the boy stand up, a little bow-legged, and made him stand for a minute, then pulled the plug out and expel the liquid. He saved the rest of the chempiss for sometime later when little Wesley got tired. Ed then brought the boy into the shower and then Wes enthusiastically began bathing the big bear, the Tina and his own deep-seated fantasies making him stroke the big man’s body lustily. “Please sir, my hole is so hungry,” Wesley pleaded. “Please what, boy?” Ed asked. “Please fuck me, sir,” Wes whined. “I think you need a little bit more opening before I sink my big tool into your baby boy pussy.” When Wes nodded but made a little whine, Ed yanked Wes up on his toes, yanking him by his balls, the metal cage digging into his flesh, and spanked him hard, Ed’s hand big enough to hit both buttocks hard. He spanked and spanked, delighting in the way the boy whinnied like a horse and gave little cries. When the boy’s cheeks were bright, bright red he stopped. He noticed a steady stream of precum running out of the boy’s clitlock, and Ed smiled, “What did I say about no back talk?” Ed played with the boys ass for a little over an hour. Gently fucking him with several small dildos, some beaded. He really did want the boys big stretch to be most his own huge cock, but he wanted to build the boys hunger. He also just enjoyed using toys on the boy—there was something so sexy about a boy getting his butthole played with, especially a boy like Wes who was already well into understanding that his boyhole was a pussy hole. Ed slipped the head of his well-lubed cock in Wesley’s pink pussy. Wes moaned, and arched his back. “I was going to tease you open to make it easier,” Ed said, “But you just can’t stop talking back.” With that he pressed hard, and went into the boy about three inchs. Wesley groaned, and stifled a little cry. Ed stayed perfectly still, let his cock relax slightly, and released a little stream of piss. After a second the boy moaned and Ed felt the velvet tunnel, virgin to anything the size of his tool, open slightly. Suddenly hard as a rock again thinking about what he was going to do next, Ed grabbed the boys waist firmly and speared in to boys quim about three more inches, straining against the boys second hole, the boy’s rectum straining to find a place to put all of that hard black cock. The boy’s mouth opened and this time he did scream, his body completely rigid. “I can make it hurt like this every time,” Ed promised, his voice low with menace, “Or you can keep that pretty mouth shut and do what daddy says the minute daddy speaks.” Ed, famous for his bladder control when hard, now filled the boy with a small pool of potent chempiss. Ed moved his cock slightly, trying to coax piss into that second ring. Ed stayed perfectly still, the boy panting, his ass struggling, and then the big booty bump from earlier connected with the big chempiss enema and the little pool of fresh chempiss, and the boy pushed back. “Push out around my cock, baby,” Ed ordered. As Wesley did he unwittingly welcomed the chempiss into his second hole, and so welcomed a lifetime of pussyfication at the altar of Ed’s cock. Ed waited until the chempiss spasmed deeper into the boy. Ed could feel the conflicts in the boys hole, as the chems sent messages the body couldn’t interpret. He pressed onward, seeking the inner gate. He was being cruel but the boy had asked for it. Finding the entrance, he commanded the boy to push back again. And Ed slid into the boys second hole. He waited, as the boy bucked and panted beneath him, for the boys hole to reconfigure and allow Ed’s huge tool to straighten it. He was in a good 8 inchs by now. Wes was having trouble, but it was clear Jamal had had a pretty decent cock, because most boys would be begging for him to get off. But Wesley, clearly, wanted the cock. Ed was very big, though ,and Ed could see the conflict between hunger and pain on the boy’s face. He decided to go slow, there would be plenty of time to hurt the boy over the week, to show Wes his true nature. He very very slowly began to fuck the boy, the piss sliding around and adding extra lube. After a few minutes, Wes began to make little sounds of pleasure between moans of pain. Ed slow fucked him for a while,getting his hole used to the big cock. Ed climbed up on the bed, pushing the boy down flat on the bed and pushed his cock in all the way. The boy was clawing at the air, crying out, but there was no way he could do anything against the huge black bear’s brutal assault. Ed could feel Wes’s hole throb and struggle, and then suddenly, after a few minutes of relentless fucking, Ed battered the boys inner space open. “There, boy, feel that?” Ed said, his voice thick with please, “There deep inside, that’s where daddy belongs.” Acting on instinct to protect his body from pain, Wes was grabbing at the sheets, trying to get away. Ed grabbed the boys hips and kept grinding. The boy crying “oohh, ohh, ohh.” Ed knew that for this fuck and the next several the boy would never get used to his big cock. Hell, he hoped the boy never did—his tight hole was amazing. Ed fucked the boy deep, keeping Wes flat on the bed for a while until he felt the boy’s hole loosen. Ed picked the boy up—loving that the little body was so easy for him to control—and had the boy stand with his arms on the back of a little chair. And now Ed really went to town, pile driving his cock up into the boy, each deep thrust driving his cock all the way up deep inside Wes’s hot insides. Soon both Ed and Wes were dripping with sweat. And then Ed saw the change. The boy didn’t stop crying out “oh” every time he was penetrated to his core, but he did start to make little moans of pleasure. Ed picked Wes up and threw him on his back on the bed. He squirted the boys hole with lube and handed him the poppers. “I am going to keep fucking, and I am going to need to fuck you harder,” Ed said, “So sniff on those and it will open your little boy hole up.” Ed then fucked the boy for over an hour, bending the boy into every position: the boy on his back, Ed slamming his huge cock—swollen to the point of bursting—into the boy, jack-hammer fucking him. Wes on his hands and knees, doggy-style. Wes up in the the air, Big Ed holding him like a sex toy as he rammed Wes’s boypussy over and over. The poppers helped Wes to take the punishing fuck, but every time Ed pulled out and slammed his cock all the way home, doing this over and over again, Wes cried out. Wes soon learned to use the poppers, and got into the fuck, and spent the last half hour begging to have his boypussy destroyed. After Ed came—one of the most earth-shatteringly amazing orgasms of his life, his seed spilling for what felt like 10 minutes into the twink—he fingered the boy, delivering a small bump of Tina, and then swiftly slammed a medium sized plug into the boy. Wes cried out and grabbed with his hands at his tender hole, but then he just lay panting. “Boy cunts always clean Daddy’s cock after they are fucked,” Wes said “Want to make sure all of daddy’s precious seed is inside you.” Ed taught Wes to clean his cock all over, to make love to Ed’s tender cock head inside the long foreskin. He taught him to keep his blue eyes trained on Daddy as he did so. Ed so wanted to see the kid drink his first load of piss, but thought that might be pushing it this early. He needed little Wes a little bit more fucked up for that. He laid Wes out on the bed, smiling to see the new bump of Tina was already having its intended effect of making Wes’s boypussy hungry again. Ed stepped into the bathroom and added his fresh load of piss to the bottle that he or one of his partners would use later to ramp the boy up for some hard use. Ed and Wes rested on the bed. The boy snuggled in tight to the bigger man. “You like the way Daddy fucks you?” Ed asked. “So big, sir, so deep,” Wes said, then he said, “But I need it again, daddy, need to be stretched.” “Don’t worry, boy” Ed said, idly scratching the boys blonde hair, “ Daddy’s going to fuck and fuck and stretch your boy hole. I’m gonna teach you everything you need to know to please a man.” Ed made Wes tell him every fantasy he’d ever had. He made Wes show him the search history on his phone and describe every type of porn he’d looked at. Most of it was older/younger with lots of daddy/son, but after prodding he finally admitted he’d watch much rougher stuff. He made Wes show him every movies in his Xhamster favorites, and Ed noticed there was plenty of piss and spanking and everal videos where twinks got fisted. Ed and Wes watched the movies on Wes’s favorites list, and Wes started to get really horny. Ed toyed with the boys hole, gently fucking him with the plug, then tossing the plug aside, he began using his big fingers. “Please fuck me, daddy,” Wes pleaded, “I need you inside me.” So Ed made love to the boy, slowly entering him and gently fucking, kissing him passionately. Wes enjoyed this, kissing back, gazing deeply into Ed’s eyes as the big cock began to slowly move around. Ed taught him how to squeeze and push out, to milk and pleasure daddy’s cock, the passion building until both the big bear and the younger twink were thrusting—Ed driving in, to penetrate deep, and Wes pushing his narrow hips back to welcome the thick beast. Ed began changing the angles of his fuck, breaking new ground, as Wes began grunting with each hard thrust but his eyes never left the bears big face, pleading for the fuck. At one point, Wes experienced his first locked orgasm, his seed dribbling down, Ed laughed and said, “I told you your boypussy could give you more pleasure than your little boy cock.” The little orgasm made Wesley increasingly cunted boyhole spasm and grasp around Ed’s big cock and Ed suddenly exploded into another big orgasm. Ed plugged the boy and lay back down to relax, Wes immediately honing in and without prompting began to lovingingly clean and worship the man’s relaxed but still huge tool. After they rested, Ed had the boy kneel. Ed used handcuffs to pull Wes’s wrist together behind his back, loving how the position made the boy’s little square defined pics stand out. He had the boy suck him, and then gently taight him to take a facefuck. The boy tried hard but struggled, coughing, as fluid poured out of his mouth. Ed relented and gave the boy some hits of poppers, and then thrilled as the boy’s throat opened. Ed forced him down repeatedly on his big cock, being intentionally cruel, wanting to get the boy used to being a cock slave. Ed slipped a collar around the boys neck and snapped a leash on, laughing as he saw the now steady stream of precome leaking from the boy’s locked clit. He led Wes into the bathroom, enjoying how he struggled to crawl on two knees. He then picked the boy up and placed him in the shower facing forward. Ed said, “Time to make your fantasy a reality,” and slipped his cock into the boys throat. “Seal your lips, and don’t swallow until i give you permission.” He then gave Wes his first mouthful of piss. Ed fed the boy mouthfuls of piss. Wes struggled every time he swallowed and gagged a bit, piss running down his shoulders and perfect little biceps. Ed was relentless, making Wes gargle with the piss,his face alternating between loving the submission demanded and disgust at the flavor. Finally Ed just stuck his cock down the boys throat and let the piss flow. Wes struggled but Ed kept his face in place with an iron grip. “Don’t worry boy, plenty of time for more practice later.” Ed pulled his cock out and pissed all over the boy, wetting his hair and body. He then gave the boy a final mouthful, making him hold it in his mouth for several minutes before letting him swallow. Ed told Wes to rest his ass on the back of his legs and left the boy on the shower covered in piss with pools of piss around him and the taste of Big Ed’s piss on his tongue, his head bowed as directed. Ed closed the door, making sure the piss smell would permeate the room and lay down on the bed.

I had a buddy who lived close to a road I often took to work and I would regularly drop in if he was at home but always fucked him with a rubber on my cock. Then one day without warning I went from teasing his hole with my cock to pushing just the head into his unprotected hole. At first he said something about being safe but quickly changed to him convincing himself that I was safe and begging me to continue but asking me not to cum inside him. I have a habit of forgetting to pull out until I've shot 2-3 blasts of my cum deep inside a bottom who asked me to pull out, but for him I made no attempt at all to pull out and he loved it so much we never used another condom. I never did tell him that I was bare fucking other bottoms every chance I got, typically 3-4 times a week.

Part 2 The two weeks went by slowly and I couldn't help but be antsy during that time. I tried to throw myself into work but working in a porn shop wasn't helping me at all. Seeing all the guys walking in and out of the video arcade and theater rooms looking all flushed and some walking a little lopsided made me so hard all the time and I always had a stream of pre cum running down my pants after each shift. I didn't jack off in the two weeks either because I know if I even touched my dick once I wouldn't want to stop so I saved all cum for the carnival. (Night before the carnival) I knew tonight there wasn't going to be much sleep to be had because my adrenaline was pumping and my cock was hard the whole night until I finally drifted off to sleep. (Day of the carnival) My alarm went off at 6am and I woke up with an exciting burst of energy ready to get the day started. I brushed my teeth and got my hole nice and clean and got dressed in a nice tight tank top baggy shorts and tennis shoes grabbed my bag and started to make my way to the carnival. I had a red convertible and with the weather as nice as it was I drove with the top down to enjoy it. I passed a few trucks on the highway and got some looks from the truckers on the way and they did nothing to calm the ericton I was sporting the whole drive there. It took me an hour until I started to see signs that I was getting close to my destination. There were signs that pointed to the carnival that read 2 miles to the carnival and as I passed each one getting closer I saw each one had a biohazard symbol surrounding the numbers until I finally got to the actual event. I saw that there were two lines one for day visitors and the other was for those who opted to stay on the property overnight so I got in the line for the overnight and waited to be let in. Once I got to the front of the line I was greeted by a stud of a man. He was easily 6ft 3 or taller with a deep muscled body and he was fully naked showing off his full tan and a cock that had me drooling. It looked like it had to be at least 7 inches long and thick as a can, his balls swung low and there wasn't a hair on his crotch or any other part of this perfectly sculpted man and I was finally out of the trance I was in when he snapped his fingers to get my attention. He smiled at me as I blushed and asked me my name, I gave him my name and he looked for it on the list and when he found it he pointed me to the garage where I could put my car and handed me my key for the room I was assigned with my 3 day parking pass so security would know I was staying. He said he hoped I would enjoy my stay and the carnival and he might see me out and about since he would be staying here here working and would be enjoying the carnival once his shift was over. He smiled at me and I smiled back and pulled forward to the garage and found a parking spot. Once I put my parking tag in the windshield and grabbed my bag I locked up my car and walked towards the entrance of the garage and was met again by another godly naked man greeting all the visitors and handing them maps and brouchures. I was stunned again by this man too, he was about 5 ft and he could easily be a porn model with how muscled he was and a swinging 8 inches between his legs and it didn't even look remotely hard yet. One thing that had me licking my lips as well he had an amazing prince Albert piercing swinging from the tip of his monster cock and a ladder as well running down the base and on hanging from his balls too. I got up to hime and thankfully this time I didn't have to be broken out of a trance when he greeted me. We echanged a few pleasantries and he asked me what room number I was going to be in and when I told him his eyes lit up because he said he was staying in the same room so it looked like we would be roommates for the next three days. His excitement made him grab me into a big bear hug and he gave me a big kiss on the lips before letting me go. I came down from the quick high and told him I'd see him later smiled and made my way to our room. Once I got to the room I saw how massive it was and that there was enough room here for it to almost be an apartment. There were statues of naked men as well as artwork all over the place and there was a kitchen, living space, bathroom, and two bedrooms to choose from. I looked I both rooms and saw there was my roomies stuff already in one so I unpacked what I brought in the other room and decided it was time for me to get ready for the festivities that were cumming. I took another shower to clean off the drive funk and did a little more clean out thanks to the the attached hose in the shower. It had a dildo shape for the top and I smiled as I basically fucked myself with it as I was cleaning out. When I was done I dried off and looked at the pamphlet I was given cumming in and saw that this carnival was mandatory nude so I put on my socks and shoes and saw there was a few bottles of sunscreen on the dresser and rubbed it all over myself. Once done I started to make my way to the shuttles that would be leading guests from the main estate to the carnival. There was about a dozen guys all waiting by the terminal and the mix of bodies all sitting around naked made me so hard as were they. every one of them were also sporting wood and openly stroking each other some even sucking as we all waited. A fellow twink walked up to me and asked if I would like to be sucked off and I politely told him no that I wanted to wait until later to make sure i had the most fun with everyone else. He smiled and went to look for another cock to suck and he was able to find a willing one easily enough. When the shuttle came everyone stopped what they were doing and got on board and were ready to be taken to the main event. I sat in the back next to the twink from earlier and saw he was sporting a very large hard cock about 9 inches and it looked even bigger with his thin frame and his hairless crotch. I reached over and started to stroke him and he bit his lip and moaned with pleasure. I kept going and kept changing my speed going faster then slower as I felt his climax approaching I stopped all together and loved the look of defeat on his cute face knowing I was not going to let him cum. I tortured him like this for about 15 mins and it was announced that we were at the gate for the carnival. We all stepped up to the gate and there was a gentleman standing at the door of the gate and there was a large screen hanging next to him. He was bude as the rest of us and the only way to know he was a worker here was the bowtie he was wearing around his neck. His body was just like the rest of the workers heavily muscular and another thick pierced cock he was un cut as well. He smiled as everyone got together and thanked all of us for joining the carnival and he explain that he had a message to play from our host. He held a remote up and hit play and a picture of a very sexy man appeared on screen. He was probably in his late 30s covered in tattoos and had the most beautiful cock swinging that I had ever seen even better than the hottest porn stars online. Every inch of him was muscled and I couldn't stop staring I was so amazed by him. Greetings to you all and welcome to my yearly carnival, I'm so happy to have so many in attendance to my event, I hope you all have the best time of your life with all the fun games rides and events more later on. I hope you take home fond memories and I know you all remember your permanent gift by the time you leave again thank you all for attending have a amazing time. With that the screen went dark and the young man controlling it smile again saying welcome to you all to the poz carnival. After he said that the gate slowly started to open and we were all amazed at what we were seeing. Stay tuned for more to cum

This is a follow-up. I invited him to my house. My mom wasn’t home. She was at the gym. My brother went to school for nursing. My dad left to Minnesota for family gathering trip. So I had the house to myself. I gave the man a head up he can come to my place for the morning. He was down to come. He came to my place. I texted him earlier the front door was unlocked and just come in to find me. I was all prep up and ready. I was on all fours with my lingerie. Like he requested. I heard the front door open. I heard him walking. He saw me in my parent room. He stripped naked. He just watch me from afar. He then proceeded to touch my body. Especially my ass. He loved my ass. I felt a hard spank. I moaned in response. I begged for me. That when he gotten more aggressive. He continued to slap my ass cheeks till they are red. I begged him to bite my ass. He did. He bite my ass all over. I felt his hard cock lining against my ass cheeks. He began to dry hump me. He brung poppers and let me sniff. With just spit he then penetrated me. With just one hard thrust. He was in. Balls deep. I felt him fucking me hard. He placed his hand on my neck and fucked me mercilessly. I moan so much. I didn’t care if my neighbor can hear me. The bed was shaking hard. I begged for more. he put his arm around my neck and flex hard. He showed me I was his side bitch. He called me I was his puta. I felt him shove my face down and he used his feet to keep my head firmly on the bed. He continued to fuck me hard. He ordered me to turn me around facing up. I laid on my back instead of my stomach. He slapped my dick and spit on my face. He ordered me to open my mouth and I did. He spit in my mouth while fucking me. I swelled his spit. I begged more. But I was slapped in the face. He called me again I was his puta. he let me wrapped my legs around him. That when he stared to choke me hard and fucked me harder. I felt his cock expand inside and then he roared loud. He was cumming. He collapsed on me and fucked me until every last drop of his cum was ejaculated. He kissed my neck hard while his cock was still inside. He left a big mark on my neck. Both sides. I felt his cock slipped out of my hole. He got up and got dressed. He said I was a good slut. He wants more next time. 😋

John pushed BB of his lap and stood “Come with me Boy” He said and BB followed like a puppy with me trailing behind looking amused These two were the hottest men I had ever seen in my life, by far. It never occurred to me they would both say the same about me and I think I would be a different person if it had. Most of us never see our own attractiveness and those who do are usually total asses about it which makes them ugly in other ways In our bedroom John got naked and sat on the edge of the bed “Strip and kneel” he said to BB who quickly complied then leaned towards John’s almost hypnotic cock. My cock is a little larger than John’s. It’s a smooth ten inch shaft wider than it is thick John’s cock had a power all it’s own with it’s twisted blue veins creating light and shadows. It always seemed to pulse with a slightly malevolent need to take a man’s hole and claim it, breed it, own it and never let it forget the feeling of that cock possessing and filling it, BB was lost in the power of that cock but as his lips neared to kiss it John stopped him “El gave you his terms. Now hear mine. There will be no drugs in this relationship. You will enroll in a rehab tomorrow. I don’t want to hear that you can stop on your own. I have seen too many friends who said that die of overdoses, You WILL get help and you WILL live the rest of your life clean and sober. If I catch you drunk or high one time that will be the end of it” John said in firm tones “This will be your new addiction” he said gripping his cock and balls as they shown with that dominant masculine energy that was his alone “You will worship at the shrine of my cock every day. El loves. I own, I own him and if you are going to be with us I will own you as well. Is that understood?” “Yes” BB said “I understand” “Yes Master” John corrected sharply “When we are in this room you will always address me as Master” “Yes Master” BB said “Good Boy, now you may kiss and worship my cock and if El did not manage to impregnate you with our HIV the other night we will correct that” John crooned stroking BB’s head like a dog I stripped kneeling behind BB and as he bent forward to kiss and lick John’s shaft I put my hands on his hips lifting him to his hands and knees lubing up and sliding in with as much ease as the first time and groaning as BB’s inner walls caressed me and welcomed me like a well made lock welcomes it’s key BB was tracing every vein on John’s cock with his tongue getting to know it inch by inch. Then he went down and sucked each of John's balls onto his mouth, they were too bug to suck at the same time. Then finally he took a cock into his mouth for the first time in his life as John instructed him on the best ways to pleasure a man with his mouth Soon my thrusts were forcing BB further and further ont John’s cock. I suspect from the side it looked like our cocks were one solid pole that went all the way through him and that BB was just sliding back and forth on it. The pace picked up and finally BB got a toxic load from each end then we all jumped a little at the sound of applause The Twins had long ago learned that if we didn’t answer the door on this day of the week to just come on in because the house staff was off and we were probably fucking “I never thought I would see BB here but I have to say I am glad” Cal said “Yes, we need another person we are allowed to fuck besides each other” Sal agreed No one fucked John and only John fucked me so till now the twins options had been limited “You ok with that BB baby?” I asked gently The affection and tenderness in my voice shocked the twins and I gave them a brief run-through of the day’s discussions that also gave BB time to think “We are very happy to see the change in you and we don’t just mean the sexual one” Sal said “You were kind of an unbearable prick before” Cal agreed and I winced a little at his bluntness. For some reason the desire to protect BB rose up in me for an instant “Guilty as charged” BB admitted “John and El are your men but we would love to share our bodies and our friendship with you” Cal said. It was very firmly established that the twins only felt romantic love for each other. Lust and friendship were other matters though BB nodded, held out his arms and the three toppled on the bed together It was BB sandwich Sal fucking him and him fucking Cal I noticed a look of pain on BB’s face as Sal entered him. Sal’s cock is inches shorter and thinner than mine so it was unusual After 10 minutes the reversed and now it wads Cal fucking BB while he fucked Sal and again there was that look of pain when Cal slid in but soon the three were moaning and a great three way orgasm followed Then John took BB on his back, gently easing in but again that look of momentary pain crossed BB’s face but was quickly forgotten as John’s skill as a top man took over When they finished BB stayed on his back and held out his arms to me. I smiled and got between his legs putting the tip of my cock at his hole intending to ease in gently as John had done but the phone rang startling me and making my knee slip sending my cock plunging balls deep into him John answered then hung up saying “Wrong number” The look on BB’s face was not pain but pure bliss amd he pulled me down for a hungry passionate kiss. We would find out over time that I almost could not hurt BB with my cock. It took real effort to cause mild discomfort even I was the same when John was in me and since only he fucked me I didn’y know how unusual that was For the rest of his life every cock BB took caused that momentary pain except mine. Some things are just meant to go together I guess I shot the last load of poz cum for the day and we all slept happily together The next day I drove BB to a local hospital and he checked himself into a six week rehab program. He never fell off the wagon again The five of us were inseparable. BB, the twins and I simply dropped out of the party scene for a few months and when we returned we brought John with us. He caused quite a stir with his slightly older good looks and quite frankly got tired of young ladies trying to get him alone A new special ogre had established itself in our absence but we ignored it. BB’s old cronies tried to drag him back into their juvenile, hate filled conversations but he would just smile, shrug and wake away, He was even more popular than he was before. Go figure He credited me with getting him into rehab thus explaining our new close friendship, The others all flirted with the girls enough to cover themselves and make the other guys jealous. We generally just had a good time while we waited for our next opportunity, I was married to a woman and no one thought it was unusual that she was attending college in another state, so I didn’t have to flirt The opportunities presented themselves regularly. Sometimes it was a passed out R Party straight boy in the changing room at the beach and we would take turns breeding him while the others kept watch, Sometimes it was an older man at a party, Usually the host who would “Seduce” a younger man getting him to his bedroom or some other secretive place only to be surprised when that young man flipped him on his stomach and bred him like a bitch, Over the course of a few months we must have pozzed thirty R Party holes BB had argues with his dad and they were barely talking, His Dad was a senator and was constantly trying to cut HIV research, education and drug cost assistance out of every budget that crossed his path BB had tested Poz a couple weeks before and one night I got a call from him about 10 pm I drove over to his house and he met me at the door in a robe leading me quietly up the stairs Senator Bradwell lay in a compromising position, an almost empty bottle of whiskey on the night stand as he was sprawled face down one leg bent and the other straight out buck assed naked I had seen BB in that position many tomes and from this angle it was hard to tell father from son. When I noticed the wet matted hair in his crack around his hole I got instantly rock hard “I already bred him three times but I thought you would like a crack at his ass” BB said grinning evilly I dropped my pants, mounted and pushed in, the man never even stirred. It looked like BB’s ass but it didn’t feel the same, BB’s ass felt like everything that was good about male on male sex, This ass was just a hole to breed and poz which I did four times in under an hour When I was done we cleaned up the sleeping senator and left him there. A couple weeks later BB caused another fight with his dad who was not feeling well for some reason and moved out renting a room in my house A few months later his Dad stepped opposing HIV research saying he had found compassion in his heart, “And Virus in his blood” BB said evilly as we watched the news on the couch cuddling with John “I love you BB” I said for the first time ever and John smiled squeezing us both saying “My Boys” **************************************************************************************** Next Chapter: Mr. Poz goes to Washington Let me know what you think! Scanbu

You always "get it", don'tcha ..... During covid, I allowed it for the sake of the buddy who I was getting through covid with. We trusted each other not to expose each other to covid, so it worked for a couple of sex-starved piggies. For some incomprehensible reason, he really wanted to fuck me, and he had a very modestly-proportioned dick, but it did nothing for me; it was a "grin & bare it" situation. Given the circumstances of the time though, it was just accommodating a friend/fuck buddy. Desperate times call for desperate solutions, eh?

The first video on the new channel had come out and it went viral. Tommy chose not to consider that being linked on the social media of Mike and Jeff, Hank and Buzz and even Jason and Jet who were now huge social media stars after that internet melting kiss, may have had something to do with that, All of the above had made appearances in the video The video started with Tommy and Zeke on a white background in leotards and wearing exactly matching loose shorts to cover up certain things “Hi, I’m Tommy and this is my husband Zeke. You may remember us from the Mike and Jeff video we danced in some years back: Dance is an expression of our love A brief clip of the video played and then it was Jason and Jet on the white background “Hey it’s Jason and Jet, we are not married yet but we are working on it” Jason said with a grin “That video inspired the dance we did on tour that became such a phenomenon and that’s what it all comes down to. The expression of concepts and emotion through dance” And a clip of the end of that last dance and the famous kiss played Then it was Mike and Jeff’s turn “Dance is a big part of the music industry and what we do. Dance is the expression of music and Joy” A clip pf Mike and Jeff dancing together at the “Grammyphone” Awards played Next it was Hank and Buzz hulking and muscular “Some not so bright people may tell you dance is only for sissies or other such nonsense, and if they do tell them to watch this video. It may surprise you how many of the athletes you look up to rook dance classes. Dance helps with both balance and stamina. It teaches you to move in new ways with poise and confidence Here are some of the moves we learned taking dance classes: A montage video of both Hank and Buzz spinning out of tackles and standing balanced on one foot as they threw a pass allong with many other near escapes played Then various other famous athletes, friends of Hank and Buzz's, from many sports would appeared and say “I learned this move in dance class followed by a short clip of an incredible game changing move Then it was back to Tommy and Zeke “Being a professional dancer is not easy. It requires years of commitment to learning, a healthy diet and a healthy lifestyle but even if you just want to learn a few things it can enrich your life. Zeke and I and some of out friends will be back in future videos to show you some basics but if you really want to learn watch the message at the end of this video coming up next, Kids get your parents to watch this video and especially the end if you think try want to try dance!! Tommy said The video switched tp a lady in her late 60s in a leotard, You would not want to meet this lady in a dark alley. She looked like she could kick ass and take names “I’m Mrs. Abrams, I was Tommy’s first dance instructor. No matter what age you are there is a dance class for you. It’s never to late to learn something new. Look online for a dance studio near you and always check accreditation and reviews then come explore the world of dance with us” and the video ended Local dance studios around the country were totally unprepared for the wave of new signups that hit them. Many unemployed dancers ended up teaching full time and while things eventually calmed down some of the greatest dancers in human history got their fist nudge into dance because of that video and the ones that followed Tommy and Zeke used the ad revenue from the videos as well as hefty donations from both themselves and Jeff and Mike to fund tuition assistance for less fortunate kids around the country and it just felt good to help ***** Every Wednesday evening Tommy and Zeke met up with Butch and Pete for dinner and talk. During hat first lunch they had hit it off so well that it became a weekly thing shifting to dinner because of work schedules. It was nice to have non-sexual gay friends to hang with and talk about everything from politics to art Pete had been absent from the last couple weeks but he was back now a little surprise Well maybe little was the wrong word. When Tommy and Zeke entered the suburban house their friends owned they found a second giant almost as big as Pete “This is my son Lars" Pete said simply “I didn’t know you had a son” Zeke said “Neither did I till about a month ago” Pete said “I was briefly married to his mother when I was a young soldier, stationed in Germany, She would not come to the U.S. and I didn't want to stay in Germany so we split up. I didn’t know she was pregnant when I left and she never let me know. Lars only found my name by going through her papers after she died. She never told him the man who raised him was not his father but I don’t think anyone can deny he is mine” Pete chuckled Lars was a younger mirror image of Pete except for the mop of black hair in his head and he was staring at Tommy for some reason “It’s nice to meet you Lars. I’m Tommy and this is Zeke” Tommy said and Lars blinked “I’m sorry to stare, you look just like my Papa, the man who I thought was my father” Lars said with a slight accent He went down the hall and soon returned with a picture of a boy about twelve with a man who infeed looked much like Tommy though Tommy’s natural hair color was quite a bit lighter and Zeke suspected the resemblance would be less pronounced without the identical facial hair “Papa died when I was 16 and it shocked me to see you, My apologies again for staring” Lars said They sat down to dinner and found out Lars was 34 and a doctor, He was relocating to the states to get to know Pete and Butch. Pete was “Daddy Pete” amd he called Butch “Mama Butch” and Butch was delighted. They were both obviously charmed by this new addition to their lives and they lavished attention on Lars After Dinner Tommy and Lars cleared the dishes and after Lars rinsed then Tommy loaded them in the dishwasher, a task he oddly had no problem with Lars looked up as laughter drifted in from the other room “I wish I had grown up with Daddy Pete. My Momma and Papa were not kind to me, I was so different from my brother, so much bigger but also so much smarter. They always seemed to resent that. They put nothing aside for my education but my brother got his way paid even though he didn't have the grades and he barely made it though to get his degree while got top marks while working full time” “Daddy and Mama are so wonderful and loving. I am glad I found them. They will need someone to care for them as they age and geriatric medicine is one of my specialties along with immunology ” he said looking fondly through the door at them “I would not use the word geriatric around them and they are only in their early 60s but it’s good they have you now. Zeke and I adore them” Tommy said with a smile “As for immunology, let us know when you open your practice and also please come to us if you need help financially. You have heard of Ze-Corp?” Lars nodded “They used to have a bad reputation but in the last few years they have done a lot of good with charitable donations and in how the employees of their subsidiaries are treated” “Between Zeke and I we own 100% of Ze-Corp. It came to Zeke from his grandfather and he made me co-owner before we married. We have a string of medical offices across the country and the one here in the city is about to close because the Doctor is retiring and has not found a replacement to take over. His specialties are the same as yours” “How do you know so much about this Doctor?” Lars asked “Zeke and I are both HIV positive and he has been our GP and Immunologist for years” Torrent replied without a hint of embarrassment. Just because they remained unmedicated did not they just ignored the potential health risks of HIV Lars looked directly at him and said “You are very beautiful and very kind Tommy. Your Zeke is a lucky man” “We are lucky together” Tommy said “I can’t imagine life without him and he has given me a life where I can be a kind and generous as I want. You are a handsome man yourself by the way Dr. Lars” and Tommy started the dishwasher then squeezed his arm as he walked past “Oh! Zeke and I play with others but only together. Just thought you might like to know that”” giving his ass a little shake as he walked out the door Lars smiled and followed Later that night as the made love he told Zeke that Lars was interested in them and his plan to start practicing medicine in the city along with his specialties. “He could take over for…” Zeke started but the rest was cut off by a gasp and moan from him as Tommy hit that one special spot "Miles ahead of you Babe” Tommy said with a evil smile as he deliberately ground into the spot he knew drove Zeke wild Tommy was on top for a change and Zeke had come to love bottoming for his Tummy though he threatened dire consequences if Tommy ever told his cousin Mike. The problem was Tommy loved bottoming for Zeke even more so sex was about an 80/20 split between them and Tommy was making sure Zeke enjoyed his 20% bottom time as much as possible “I wonder if he is a submissive like his dad” Zeke said as Tommy hit that spot inside him again. The spot only Tommy seemed to be able to find making Zeke moan even louder “Time will tell” Tommy said and he picked up the pace finally breeding Zeke then he rolled him over and sucked Zeke’s cock down his throat finishing him off in just a couple minutes with the aid of a finger slid in and massaging that magic spot The next day Zeke started an investigation into Lars and his medical practice, schooling and background and everything came back not just good but great. Lars was a U.S. citizen because Pete was his father and he had graduated from medical school at the top of his class He had a report compiled and went to see Dr. Baxter. The kind old man who made an attempt every time he saw them to get them on meds but otherwise was a great Doctor. He had been looking for months for a replacement with his specialties and the financial ability to take over a busy practice with five employees He seemed impressed with the synopsis on Lars and Zeke said “He is the son of close friends. Tommy so I will help him with the financial side of things if he needs it and if you find him acceptable” “I’d certainly like to meet him” Dr. Baxter said After the meeting they met again “He’s an impressive young man and he’s big enough that he may be able to pound the need to be on meds into you and Tommy’s stubborn heads” he said with a faint smile “We will see” Zeke said smiling back at this truly good man who had spent his life putting the needs of his patients first In a very short time Dr. Baxter began to step back and Dr. Lars began to take over then after a few months Dr. Baxter quietly retired knowing his patients would be well cared for The first time Zeke and Tommy went in for a consultation with Dr. Lars. together as they went to all medical appointments because they had no secrets from each other they sat in comfortable chairs, a thing Dr Baxter had always insisted on in his office, as Lars sat their medical folders on the desk “I had a long consultation with Dr. Baxter about you two and his concerns about your refusal to go on medications for yout HIV, While I agree with him I have to say neither of you is suffering ill effects from your infection yet, though you Zeke, having been infected for over six years should be showing signs of deterioration most likely.” He said “There was a time almost a two years ago when your levels started to show signs of dropping. It was right at the time you two did that video with Billy and Mike Clay-Blake” he continued “They are our cousins” Tommy smiled and briefly explained “I caught your recent video about dance and I was surprised to find out that it was you two. That video with Billy and Mike gave me hope when my mother was dying. I must have watched it a hundred times” Lars said “As I said Zeke, your levels started to dip but only for a few months then they stabilized and have remained consistent since. Tommy your levels have never dropped but your infection was more recent” “Zeke gave it to me the night we met,” Tommy said. There was no point hiding it “There is one confusing thing that Dr. Baxter noticed and your latest test confirm. When you first came in your strain of HIV was identified/ You both now are confirmed to have a different strain of HIV. It’s related to the old strain but it is distinct from it” Dr. Lars said “I agree with Dr. Baxter that you should go on the meds. If only to keep from spreading it to others” he finished Without really thinking Zeke said “We like spreading it to others who willingly accept it” a hint of his sultry sexy intensity creeping into his voice To cover the nervous moment Lars stood and walked to a cabinet replacing their medical records in it “I can’t say I approve of that” He said turning back towards his desk “You may not approve but I think your cock does” Tommy said looking pointedly at the now tent shaped front of Lars’s pants poking out through his open lab coat Lars blushed a little and said “It has always been a fantasy since medical school even though I know better than most exactly how HIV attacks the body, the way it takes over just turns me on especially when it is deliberately bred into a person. I can’t help my body’s reaction or the intellectual shame it brings me. You two and especially you Tommy looking so much like my Papa are the ultimate temptation for me” “Why does someone who looks like yout Papa turn you on so much?” Zeke asked “Papa was the disciplinarian in our family. He used to take a belt or a switch to me all the time, usually for an unfair reason. Because I knew I didn’t deserve it I began to look at it as an honor when he spanked or switched me and in the end I came to crave it because it was the only attention he gave me. Despite everything I loved him” Lars said quietly Then he removed his coat and shirt ant turned putting his hands on the desk and showing them his back Zeke went to look more closely and gave a low whistle of appreciation. He knew artistry when he saw it. Lars’s back was covered with almost healed marks that would fade and leave no scars. The marks had been made with a leather switch and expertly applied/ Zeke did this exact thing to Tommy once every month or so and it always sent Tommy into one of his euphoric pain trances Zeke ran a finger along one of the marks and Lars shivered “Who did this to you?” Zeke asked “I made a trip to Germany last week to clear up the last of my things there and I saw a man I knew who likes to make me hurt like I need” Lars said Zeke nodded he looked at Tommy who went and locked the office door as Zeke undid Lars’s belt and pulled it off using it to bind Lars’s hands behind his back “You know what is coming Dr. Lars” Zeke said pushing the giant man’s pants down his hips “I can’t do this…” Lars said, squirming as a hefty 9 inches which just looked proportionate on his huge body bounced free “Stop resisting Boy! It’s time for your spanking” Tommy barked Lars looked at him startled then said “yes Papa” and bent down laying his torso on the desk Tommy took off his own belt doubled it and lightly tapped that giant muscle ass covered in black hair with it a few times before delivering an expert swat that brought a grunt from Lars Zeke had trained Tommy on various pain subs they had met in there time together and felt pride in the skill he displayed now Tommy continued his assault on those huge slabs of butt muscle until they had a nice red flush to them then he tossed the belt onto the desk and unzipped his pants pulling out his eight incher “It’s time to give you what you want and fear Son” he said rubbing the head between the furry cheeks of the man who knew better than anyone just how infectious Tommy was “I don’t know” Lars said in a conflicted voice “You will obey your Papa!” Tommy said coldly slapping that giant ass “Yes Papa!” Las said automatically and Tommy’s neg seeking missile found it’s target and sank in Lars was no virgin and his talented ass almost sucked Tommy’s cock as he slid in and out “Papa is going to infect you, Son. He’s going to give you his virus. His HIV. It’s going to take you over and live in your blood forever” Tommy whispers evilly, using everything he knew to keep this giant man compliant as Tommy got ready to breed him with a disease he knew better than almost anyone he should reject. The feeling of dark power made Tommy’s head almost spin ad his balls pulled up ready to pump pure poison “Here it comes Son. Papa’s gift to you that will taint you forever” Tommy said “I love you Papa” Lars moaned as he felt Tommy’s seed hitting his inner walls with wad after was of toxic cum Tommy stepped back and Zeke made quick work of adding a second load of HIV cum to Lar’s ass. He would have normally lasted longer but the sheer evil darkness of Tommy’s approach turned him on so much he had been edging most of the time Tommy was fucking the huge man As they cleaned up Tommy called Pete and Butch to let them know Lars was spending the night with them so not worry when he didn’t come home and they went out to a nice dinner while their virus invaded this gentle giant’s body That night Tommy felt like a hotdog in a bun snuggled between Lars and Zeke as they slept Lars would become a regular visitor, coming for the sex, the friendship and the pain Zeke and Tommy could give him. He tested Poz three months after that first fuck ****************************************************************** That went places not even I expected! Let me know what you think! Scanbu

I went to have some drinks with a friend yesterday evening, and for the first time in my life, I totally don't remember part of the night. I remember that I left the place around 10:30PM being somehow drunk...I also remember stopping by on nearby crusing place and sucking three or four random dicks. But then - nothing, my mind is absolutely blank. Now I am not sure If it is bad or good thing actually, because when I woke up at 9AM this morning, having terrible hangover and not knowing how I got home, I had the cum everywhere...it was in my hair, on my clothes, on my body...I still feel the taste of it in my mouth now...and I it's leaking from my hole like crazy. Must have been a fun night I guess. Judging from the smell of my t-shirt I think there was some piss play, too. Makes me feel so sleazy and horny again. Guessing how many guys I could have been fucking with makes me feel like a proud slut.

I used to see a young guy who only wanted his ass eaten and he would then suck me off. Over many sessions it progressed to humping his ass, to him spreading it and me pushing my cock against his hole to then just the tip and then full on sex. He mentioned condoms early on if we ever did anything but never used them.

I should add: I think it's far more effective to encourage the person to come out, and be supportive of every step, no matter how small, they take to do so. One could also just refuse to have sex with guys who are "DL".

People should do what works for them. That said, my ass is one of the most precious things I've got, and while I'm happy to share it with lots of people, that doesn't include ones who would vote for candidates who'd happily imprison said ass. Or who'd vote for any number of other right-wing politicians who would cheerfully vote to harm my community or others whom I care about. They don't deserve me.

The parties I got invited to were eye opening to me. When you hear R Party members out there condemning this behavior or that they mean YOU can’t do them. They can and do do whatever they want. I saw every drug you can get legally and illegally, underage drinking and if some of those girls sitting on the old men’s laps were of legal age I will eat my hat The undisputed king of the party scene among the party scene was Billy Bradwell or BB as everyone called him. “You sure it’s his name it stands for and not Bubble Butt?” I asked as we watched him playing volley ball on the beach The twins laughed from either side of me as we watched the game from lounges on the side BB wore tight shorts and no shirt. There did not appear to be much in the front of the shorts but with an ass like that who cared?. His hair and chest fur were golden and to me he looked like the God of sex. Well at least until he opened his mouth. BB spoke with an exaggerated southern accent about his proud Confederate heritage, his contempt for minorities, openly using racial slurs, and his sexist views. I was not sure of he considered women or minorities to be human to be honest “Someone needs to stick a cock in his mouth and shut him up” Sal growled as BB droned on spewing his hate. In a way it was sad to see so beautiful a man corrupted and ruined at such a young age The worst thing was that everyone seemed to hang on his words. Especially the women “He’s much more vocal and brash when you are around El” Cal noted with a smirk “You would think he felt threatened or something BB had a problem he had never encountered before, Me. With my darker good looks and paler complexion I was the opposite of him. In a different universe we would have made a jaw dropping couple, the perfect counterpoint that just magnified each other’s masculine beauty but that universe didn’t exist though a small corner of my heart wished it could. I had my John though and I was happy Anyway… I was a problem because I was just as good looking and even richer but my money was mine and not Daddy’s. I was also a problem because he could not get a reaction from me. He would make one of his statements of hate and end it with “Don’t you think so El” and I would smile and shrug noncommittally then walk away. I was fluent and articulate about any other subject so people knew I was not stupid, The twins had warned me “He controls people by being so over the top then getting them to say they agree with him to be part of the group. One of his minions” and so I never agreed with him or disagreed either. I just shrugged Soon I had imitators and the less hateful and more intelligent among our peers began to separate from BB much to his irritation My contemplation was interrupted bt BB standing in front of us blocking the sun “Hey, my dad is out of town and I got my hands on some “Blue Marbles ". Some friends and I are going to get together at my house and try them tonight, want to come?” Blue Marbles was the name of the latest designer drug to hit the scene and you had to be careful because just a bit too much caused the euphoric high to push you into hours of immobile sleep followed by a terrible headache the next morning, or so I had been told. John. the Twins and I did not do any type of drugs “Sure” I said “Why not?” I guess BB was going to try being my friend, to pull me into his sphere of influence now. Whatever. It might give the three of us an opportunity to spread our seed and if not it would be amusing ti watch BB and his friends stoned out of their minds We got to the party about half an hour late deliberately and were led out behind the house where six of BB’s other friends, the ones most under his influence either out of stupidity or genuine agreement with his views, lay on mats around a bonfire with silly looks on their faces Only BB had waited for us. “There is the keg and here is your blue marble” he said, handing us each a small round blue pill. “I’m going to lay on my bed for this” He said popping his pill and washing it down with some beer then heading through a nearby glass double door to lay on a large bed we could see in the room. Soon his face took on a euphoric look and he totally relaxed A plan came to me and I quietly sketched it in to the twins/ We went to the keg and each filled a pitcher with beer dropping out pill in and watching it dissolve then we went to each stoned boy and poured them a cup encouraging them to drink up. Soon they all drifted off to sleep. I poured one last cup for BB and we emptied the rest onto the ground, “These are some of the worst goons in the state” Cal said as he toed a sleeping man at his feet “Our natural prey” Sal agreed and the both picked a victim, rolled him onto his stomach and slowly pulled his shorts down to reveal unprotected straight boy asses as I made my way to BB’s bed A glance back showed each twin sliding into those unwitting R Party asses roughly BB was surprisingly lucid though he still had that dreamy look on his face “Hey El” he said as I walked in and handed him the beer and he thanked me. A groan of pleasure from one of the twins made me look out the door and when I looked back the cup was empty I watched BB slowly drift off laying next to him as his eyes closed. Oddly as his body relaxed his arm flipped around me and pulled me close like I was a favorite teddy bear/ I looked into his beautiful face, so innocent in sleep you would never believe the vile hatred those slightly parted lips spewed when he was awake I kissed those lips and pretended this was the real BB as I rolled on top of him and made out with him wishing he could respond, that he would respond if he knew what was happening. I pulled off his shorts and discovered that BB was a grower not a shower as a healthy, beer can thick 6 ½ inches greeted me. I lifted his legs to my chest and slowly slid into that gorgeous fuzzy blond ass with a groan and more ease than I expected, “The drug must really relax you” I thought as my ten inches bottomed out , BB’s big low hangers almost touching the shaft as I pulled out. I kissed his open mouth again tasting him as I pushed my tongue in For the next two hours I lived in that universe that did not exist. I made love to the man BB could have been instead of brutally fucking the bastard he was. I came in him four tines filling him with my high viral load seed and in that other universe he wanted it as much as he wanted me. I cleaned BB up and pulled his shorts back on then kissed him on the forehead and walked back out to join the twins “Nice of you to join us” Cal said sarcastically “We could have used some help here and we both wanted a crack at BB” Somehow I knew I would not have let that happen, Tonight BB had been mine and only mine All six guys out here showed signs of having been fucked as they lay with legs spread and moist looking holes and I knew they all had one twin or the others virus invading their blood “It looks like you two had your own entertainments, now give me a hand” I said bending down The three of us cleaned them all up and got them back into their shorts then we each lay on an empty mat and drifted off to sleep waking with the others and faking headaches to match theirs Two days later back at the beach BB went on and on about his party telling all sorts of lies about the silly things we had all done including the twins and I in the antics, which was fine with us as it added to our cover “El was the best of all!” He gloated “He kept trying to walk and falling flat on his face, didn’t you El?” I just smiled and shrugged noncommittally like always as BB made up more outrageous lies about what I had supposedly done while high A couple days later I was home alone. John was having tests run for the drug trial and the house staff had the day off when I heard the doorbell To my surprise it was BB. I invited him in and took him to the living room where we sat on the couch “So what’s up BB? If it’s about those lies about me at the party I really don’t care” I said He looked at the floor and said “It’s not that at all… I just… El…” in a frightened. nervous voice then he looked me right in the eyes and I saw tears brimming in his “Eliot I think I love you” he said quietly but distinctly I literally fell off the couch in surprise and he helped me back up not letting goof my hand as we sat back down “I saw what you and the twins did to the beer and the others. I even saw the twins start to fuck them. I guess I have a higher tolerance than most. I have been doing various drugs for a couple years now so it didn’t hit me as hard, When you looked away I dumped the beer into a bowl of chips on the floor. At first I was going to jump up and kick your ass as soon as you touched me but as you lay next to me I could not help putting my arm around you… and then you kissed me” that last part was said with a hint of wonder in his words and no trace of that southern drawl “I realized as soon as our lips touched that the reason I have been trying to pull you in and control you was that I didn't want to deal with how attractive you were to me and I figured once you were just another hanger on I would lose interest but you always just smiled and shrugged and every time I wanted you more” He explained a bit shame faced “Eventually I was spouting all that trash just to get you to acknowledge me but you just smiled and shrugged” He said a bit hotly “I just wanted to pay attention to me!” “You went about it the wrong way then” I said unable to keep the coldness out of my voice “and on some level you must believe all that shit or it would not flow so easily out of that trash mouth of yours. I could have been your best friend if didn’t think you were just saying what you really think” “Come on El, no one with half a brain believes that shit. It’s just what we say when we are all together to keep those who don’t have half a brain, like those six who were at my party, in line. You convince them that no matter how bad their life is that they can always kick down at others to make themselves feel better. It makes them blame the people they are kicking down at for their problems rather than looking up at what the R Party is really doing” he said Then he seemed to actually hear his own words “I sound just like my Dad and I promised myself when I was younger I would never sound like him. Fuck, It’s just so easy to give in and go along. It makes life so much easier. I ended up in a military school for four years because my Dad heard me say John Travolta was cute once when I was 12. They kind of beat that kind of talk into you” “Anyway” He pushed on “ You kissed me and you were so tender and loving that I didn’t even think of resisting. I just totally gave in to you and let you do what you wanted. I was a virgin that way and it didn’t even hurt even though you are far from small. I peeked a few times while you were in me. You had your eyes closed like you were in a different world” “I was pretending we were lovers and that you wanted this as much as I did” I admitted wistfully “I did” BB whispered. He cleared his throat and in a soft voice continued “I saw your face, so handsome, so beautiful and I realized that I loved you. I almost reached out and touched that face but fear of rejection stopped me. You had gone to a great deal of trouble to get in me without me knowing so I figured you had other motives” It was my turn to blush “I was infecting you with HIV like the twins did your friends” I admitted “Friends” he snorted “Those guys are thugs. They are the stupidest morons in the state” Then what I had said sank in and he asked “Why?” in a hurt, shocked voice I sketched in the plan for him “It makes perfect sense in an evil twisted way” he said reflectively “to be perfectly honest it’s truly what guys like the six the twins dealt with deserve and I guess I did too or at least I sure behaved like I did. I also know there are effective treatments on the horizon because my dad is obsessed with killing the funding for the research into it specifically because it is effective he would prefer that gays just keep dying and taking their L Party votes to the grave with them" he said "Did you know that’s why the R Party hates for gays to have any representation in media, movies or TV? They don’t want gay kids to know there are others out there, The R Party literally hopes they kill themselves, because they feel so different and isolated, before they turn 18 and start voting L Party and gays being seen ruins that in part. They say they are protecting children but they are really hoping some children remove themselves before voting age. The church does it for the same reason” I kind of knew all this but I had never heard it put in such stark terms. I heard the front door open and close and someone walking towards the living room “With how I was acting I honestly can’t blame you” He said still holding my hand “I still love you just as much” he continued as John walked in John froze and a look of acceptance and pain crossed his face I was holding him in less than a second “No, no...” I said, holding his face abd looking directly into his eyes “I love you! I am committed to you! I meant every word of my vows to you! I LOVE YOU JOHN!” BB sat on the couch his hand over his mouth “Oh my god I didn’t realize! I’m so sorry! I will go” and he started to rise “Sit your ass down and shut up!” I sad then more softly “Come sit with us John we all need to talk” I had told John about my time with BB including my sadness at would he could have been and John looked haunted as he sank to the couch “He’s so beautiful and he’s your own age. You even told me you had feelings for the man he could have been and it looks like that could have been really is” John said in a hurt voice “And you think he is more attractive than you?” I scoffed. John had been in the trial for almost a year now and every sign of illness had been erased. He had been incredibly handsome before he was sick and now he was back to being gorgeous but it was a man who at just 32 years old was in the prime of his masculinity. You could almost feel his dominant, confident aura as he stalked through the world, I would be a fool to let that go “I have loved you since I was twelve and through sickness and health I stuck with you, Now that you are back full strength do you think I’m letting you go?” I said firmly “But you have feelings for him too?: John said “I do” I admitted “and I would like to explore them but you will always come first in my life” Then I looked at BB “I can’t say I love you. Not yet anyway. Maybe someday, but I have to admit there is something there. But if I ever even think for a second you are trying to come between John and I I will toss you aside like yesterday's trash. More important than that though. If you and John can not come to love each other too I will pick him and you will be gone. Understand?” I demanded and he nodded Then I looked at John “All this is predicated on you allowing it, If you say no right now then I'm sorry BB, I won’t risk my relationship with John, not for anything” I said and I meant it John and BB looked at each other and sparks flew between them but was it jealousy or attraction? John moved from the couch and sat in a large comfortable black leather chair then he looked at BB with a stern gaze patting his leg and commanding “Come here Boy". In less than 10 seconds BB sat on his leg and the two were kissing passionately, Johns hand gripping that wavy golden hair holding BB’s lips to his ************************************************************************* Next Chapter: BB gets banged from both ends Let me know what you think! Scanbu

This is an extraordinarily prejudicial statement. If you are going to make this sort of assertion, it really needs to be backed up with actual facts. As it is, it comes out as racism plain and simple.

Okay so I haven't gotten laid in too long. I don't want to admit how long since I've had dick in my guts. To be honest Ive lost my self confidence. But screw that shit. I wanna get back to being a disgusting faggot slut. I'm off work every Monday & Tuesday. Was thinking about renting a sleazy motel room somewhere on the Charlotte area. I wanna blow some clouds and service some men. Would anyone be down to join me?

Zeke and Tommy are some of my darkest fantasies spilling out of my mind and keyboard. The fact that they see no conflict between their light and dark sides makes them both relatable and sinister. They would help a kid learn to dance and not turn a hair at pozzing the same person if he crossed their path after turning 18. They will use any information you give to get in you bare and share their gift. I think Tommy is more frightening than Zeke myself. Tommy is actually the more adaptable and ruthless of the two

Any time a bottom sat on my bare cock I never stopped them. Sometimes bottoms told me safe only but changed their minds after I rimmed them so well they almost begged me to fuck them and never said anything when I pushed my bare cock into their hole. Now I only fuck bareback no matter what.

Actually, what eventually became the German nation gave us JS Bach, certainly the greatest musical mind to date. There are scholars to this day that spend their lives studying the enormity of his mind, contrapuntal voice-leading, from the most complex to the most simple, elegant musical thematic material. Telemann, Haydn, Beethoven, (and the just-over-the-border) colossus Mozart, there are just to many to list. And that's just the study of music. Add in all the other humanities, and realize that no other Western nation even comes close. What's so confounding though, is how that very flower of culture could turn inward so dramatically, so quickly. Anyone see any recent parallels a bit further West ???

Islam is not a race, but still the rejection of a whole group of people for the sins of a few seems pretty racist, or xenophobic if you prefer. It sure is just plain stupid and ignorant. Would you reject all Germans for what the nazis did? Maybe the fact that must muslims are brown skinned my have something to do with the ease some people put them all in the same bag, which brings us back to racism . . . doesn't it?

No. A religion.

The Big Black Bear’s Family Meats Little Wesley Ed just relaxed for a bit, jacking his big uncut tool as he watched the boys favorite porn. He noted that most of the tops he liked were black, but that there were plenty of Latinos, and some white guys. The one thing they had in common was big cocks. There wasn’t an average or even medium cock on a single one. Smiling he picked up his mobile and went downstairs so the boy couldn’t hear him. “Tom, it’s Ed. You and Julio here? Good, give me about an hour and half. I need to fuck him up before you come over.” Ed went upstairs and opened the bathroom door. The smell of piss was strong, but the boy remained in position, he was clearly struggling a bit, his shoulder quivered from being cuffed behind him. Ed pulled his face up gently and commanded him to open his mouth, he spit in the boys mouth and then commanded Wes to suck his cock. The boy obeyed and gave a decent blow job for about 10 minutes. Ed then stood him up and uncuffed him and then they showered. Ed taught the boy how to clean him, to kiss each part of his big body before washing. After cleaning the boy—Ed loving the feel of Wes’s hard little muscles—Ed brought him to the bed and got him on his hands and knees. He slipped the plug out, and noticed the boy hissed. “Little sore?” Ed asked. “Yes, sir,” Wes admitted. Big Ed smiled, “Daddy’s got something for that.” Ed grabbed his bag and went downstairs to the kitchen. He grabbed a Gatorade and put in a very small dose of G. He then dumped a big bump of Tina—triple anything the boy had taken thus far—into a syringe with no needle and then opened up a capsule of x into it as well, filling the syringe with some distilled water. He threw the Gatorade back into his bag and carried the syringe carefully up the stairs. Upstairs, he was pleased the boy was still in position. Ed put some thumping electro onto the sound system. He then got behind the boy and said, “Daddy’s got something that will help with the soreness, put your chest down on the bed,” and then he gently slid the syringe deep as it would go. The boy grunted but stayed in position as Ed released the liquid. Ed lubed up the small plug and eased that into the boy. After a few minutes the boy started to feel the big bump. Ed climbed up on the bed with the Gatorade and a pipe with a full bowl. Ed patted beside himself, and the boy crawled up and snuggled next to him, as close as he could. Ed had him drink the Gatorade and pulled up a rough fucking scene on his iPad. The scene was similar to one on the boy’s favorites list. In it, Ed and his partners Tom and Julio were destroying a young blonde twink. Wes was clearly turned on by the scene. . Then his eyes grew wide, “Is that you, sir?” “Yep boy, that’s me and some friends,”Ed replied. “Fuck that’s hot,” Wes said, wiggling his ass around as the twink cried out as Julio’s super thick cock penetrated the twink. He let the movie play, and saw Wes get more and more turned on as the sex on screen got rougher. Ed smoked a bowl, shotgunning the boy as well as teaching him to suck on the pipe. He then used padded wrist and ankle cliffs to align the boy on his back, wrist and ankles cuffed around a thin black bar. Ed finger fucked him, the boy not even remembering he was supposed to be sore. God, how Ed wanted to fist the boy. His cock rose as he thought about busting the boy’s fisting cherry. But not tonight. Some day later, when the boy had been turned into a needy fuck hole who could think of nothing but being filled. He texted Tom and Julio, “Come over.” “Metal or no?” Tom texted back, asking if he should remove the Jacob’s ladder from his long white snake. “None for now, but bring it,” Ed said. The question carried a deeper meaning: did Ed want the boy ruined now or turned into a fuck pig more slowly. If Ed didn’t care if Tom made Wes bleed from the beginning, he would have let him wear the metal bars from the first fuck. The boy in the video—Josh—had bled the first several times they used him. Josh was now house cunthole at a dealers place in New Orleans, chained up in the basement to be used by anyone who wanted him. Ed, Tom, and Julio had gone there the last time they were in New Orleans. The boy was so high he didn’t recognize them, he just dropped into position with his ass—covered in welts and bruises—held open with his hands.But the minute Tom slammed his fully metaled cock into him in one thrust, Josh begged his Daddy Tom to fuck him. After hours of getting doubled by different combinations of the men, Josh started begging Ed to fist him. Josh’s hole was so ruined, Ed’s fist sank to the elbow with no trouble. But that fate wasn’t what Ed wanted for Wes. Oh Wes would do all of those things, including bleed, but he would experience those things slowly as Ed guided him to explore his deepest and darkest desires. Ed didn’t want to ruin Wes, he wanted Wes as his full time boy. Ed leaned in next to the boys head, “You want to meet the men who were in that video? Have them fuck you like that?” “ Yes, daddy, please, I want to get fucked so bad.” Ed smiled, “You want to join out little family, be my full time boy?” “Yes, sir, please,” Wesley said, “Please.” “You want your Uncle Tommy to knock you up, poz you?” Ed asked, “ Make you related to me by blood?” Wes looked confused. “I’m pozz boy, but I’m undetectable,” Ed said, “so you can’t get it from me. But your Uncle Tommy went off his meds six weeks ago when your dad asked about the car. He can pozz you and make you our blood relative.” Wesley paused and said, “Will you take care of me and fuck me every every day if I become your boy?” Ed said “Yes.” And Wesley nodded, “Please make me your blood relative, Daddy.” Ed smiled and gave Wes a deep kiss. “I promise to take care of you and I promise to see that you get fucked every day, and I also promise that sometimes I will hurt you, but only because I know you want it.” Ed then uncuffed the boy from the pole that held his legs and arms together, and Ed had him kneel in the shower, his hands again cuffed behind his back and then Ed blindfold Wes. Wes waited this way for about 20 minutes until he heard voices in the bathroom. “Jesus, he’s as beautiful as you said,” a Southern voice said, and then Wes felt hands touching his pecs and and pinching tits. Another hand, bigger, cupped his buttocks and a deep voice with a Latin accent said “Push that plug and all that piss out so I can see that hole.” Wesley pushed grunting and when all the piss was out he felt big fingers with the familiar burn of Tina pushing in his hole. “You got a sweet hole, baby,” the deep voice said, “We’re gonna fuck you up, get you so high, your boypussy gonna feel so good wrapped around my thick cock.” Wes felt a sharp slap, and then the other voice, Southern, “I hear you want my poz seed?” “Yes sir,” Wes said, his voice solemn. “Open that mouth and take this load of piss. Do a good job and I will give you what you need.” So Wes drank both men’s piss, trying hard to be a good boy. When he was done, they stood him up and hosed him off, still blindfolded. The big handed man tied his balls with tight leather cord, separating them, the big hands squeezing them as he did so, making Wes groan. The man then turned him around and got the leather wet. “As it dries, little one, it will tighten and squeeze your balls more. You will learn to like that.” They dried Wes off and then strong arms carried him into the bedroom. They lay him down on some sort of leather sheet in the air, Wesley felt the thing swing. They cuffed his arms and legs and Wes heard chains swinging. “You’re going to like riding in the sling,” the Southern voice said, close to his face. The man slipped his blindfold off and Wes blinked and looked into the handsome, face of his Uncle Tom, his shaved head glimmering in the light. Tom had Wes lick and sniff his smelly pitts and lick his big nipples, then Tom stood up and Wesley saw that he was covered in tatts with a full sleeve running from one shoulder to his long hands. The other arm was marked off on the inside with a ruler to the quarter inch, running up into his armpit. His long cock was raging hard, and he adjusted it and abruptly speared into Wes’s hole and kept pushing, Wes felt him stretch his second hole and the cock kept coming, suddenly penetrating too deep, Wes tensed up and Tom slowed down but didn’t stop until Wes groaned aloud. “Gotta surprise for you, baby boy,” Tom said softly. And Wes felt a warm wetness and the start of a burn, and he gave a little cry, as Tom released, with a little squirt of piss, the huge shard he’d hidden in his piss slit. Tom pressed forward slowly. Wesley cried out, “Oh sir, it burns, like a hot poker deep inside.” Tom still pressed forward, releasing a small stream of piss, going deeper into the boy than anyone had. Suddenly, Tom felt the boy’s hole change, and he heard Wes say, “Oh fuck your dick is so deep, so good.” And with those words Tom pushed harder, Wes pulling his legs wide in the sling, desperate to help in his own violation, raising his pelvis up just slightly. Tom pushed and pushed and suddenly he was balls deep, Wesley shaking and moaning, his body stretched open like he was being crucified through the burning cock in his boyhole. Tom brought his cock back a few inches, then fucked the boys deep place, doing this over and over until the boy started to loosen up. Tom then steadily increased the strokes of his fuck until he could pull his cock out and slam it back in. Wes was wild, sweat pouring from his body, Julio stood beside Wes, kissing him deeply, biting his nipples, leaving little pinched bite marks down Wes’s defined abs. Julio would scoop up the sweat and precum pooling in the bend of Wesley’s torso and feed it to Wes, then set Wes’s mouth to work on his own sweaty pits. Julio worked in harmony with his man of 20 years, knowing exactly when Tom was about to deliver a jarring full-cock fuck and he’d be ready to stimulate the boys nipples or nibble at his ear. Wesley was in pigboy heaven, being ravished by two total top men of his dreams. He had never been so high, and had never had so many sensations at once. He was completely lost in the need to be used, to be opened, to be fucked, to be devoured. He opened his legs as wide as he could, driving back hard against Tom’s incredibly deep fuck. Tom leaned in and he and Julio kissed the boy together, their huge tongues stretching his much smaller mouth wide. “Oh baby,” Tom said, slapping Wes lightly to make him focus,”Are you trying to get me to go deeper?” Wes responded by pushing back, and Tom indeed slipped deeper for just a second. Wes said, “ Yes daddy, deeper daddy, take me Tom, fuck me Tom, I want your DNA, make me family, please!” Hearing those words, with his cock straining from 7-days of pent-up load saved just for this moment, Tom roared, fucking wildly and filled the boy with a giant load. Tom waited a minute and let his load soak in the hot clutching wetness. Wesley was so turned on, his hole was squeezing Tom, desperate to get the top man hard for another go. Tom carefully pulled out and Julio’s broad shoulders and torso took his place before Wesley’s open legs. His body was big — wider than Big Ed, but shorter, like 5’11”. Wesley looked up at him with lust. Julio was brutally handsome, his features rugged, his dark eyes black with the light of a rough top man on Tina. And Wesley couldn’t believe how thick the man’s 10 inch cock was. For his part, Julio marveled at Wesley’s beauty, his gorgeous blonde hair, perfect body, his defined abs leading a trail to his locked boy clit,at how Wes’s hips were dwarfed by his own wider body, and how his cock—8 inches around—made the boys hole look so, so tiny. “Gonna split that pussy open, boy,” Julio promised, slipping another bump of Tina in the boys hole. Julio poured lube into the kid and then slicked up his cock. He grabbed Wes’s little balls, swollen in the leather cord, and squeezed as he pushed into Wes’ hole. The boy gasped and cried out, but Julio keep pushing until the boys hole stopped him. Wes had taken maybe three inches of Julio’s nearly 10 inches. Wes groaned and arched his back, “Fuck Uncle Julio, that’s so thick.” Julio pushed and another two inches slipped in. “Push out, boy, suckle my thick dick with your boypussy” Julio commanded. As Wes obeyed, Julio slipped most of the head of his iron-hard cock into the boys inner ring. Wesley cried out, then groaned. “Breathe, baby, breathe my thick dick to its home in your boypussy” Julio said soothingly, as he streamed several spirts of potent chempiss into the boys hole, displacing the several huge shards he’d stuff in his piss slit. As that began to dissolve and enter Wes’s bloodstream Julio started pushing again. Slow but relentless he pushed until Wes’s groans grew desperate. He paused and this time as he pissed, he reached down and kissed the boy, and started fucking. He went very slowly, but he covered increasing ground until he was fucking the boys second hole to the previous depth. Then he started fucking harder, pushing deeper. At first Wesley struggled and panted, but as all the drugs from his latest dose took hold, he started enjoying it. As he did, the deeper penetration by the thick tool got rougher and rougher. From time to time Julio would grab the boys balls and use them to hold the boy in place for his rigorous assault, Wes screaming slightly. Then, Wes began to beg, “Give me all that thick cock, wreck me, make me your boy cunt.” When he said that, Julio pulled out completely and began to pile drive the boys hole, pushing and pushing harder and deeper. The boy’s beautiful face oscillated between absolute pleasure and pain, suffering and joy. Ed and Tom were very turned on, and they stood next to the boy and got his mouth busy, then lowered his head in the sling slightly so Ed could start to facefuck the boy. Once he finally bottomed out, Julio cruelly fucked the boy at his deepest depth, the boy moaning and crying out around Ed’s thick cock as it fucked his throat. Then Julio began to shift the angles of his fuck. His cock was so thick, he could only shift slightly with a hole this tight, but he did very slowly start to move his coxk to claim more of the molten hot hole. “Your new boy’s ass is amazing,” Julio said, “18 and taking all these giant cocks like a champ. And this hole is like the sweetest velvet.” Ed grinned, pulled his cock out of the boys blubbering mouth, and leaned down and spit in Wes’s mouth. “You like your uncles cock, boy?” Ed demanded, “Which you like better?” Wesley said, barely able to form a sentence in the wake of the drugs and the intense fuck, “Tom so deep, Julio so thick, you so good, Daddy. I love cock, love cock, love cock.” Julio fucked Wesley for almost two hours. It was hell to keep from coming, but Julio forced himself, stopping his cock for a second while he made out with the boy. After the first 45 minutes, he uncuffed the boy from the sling and fucked him all over the bedroom. Wes with his arms against the wall, his ass getting brutally pounded. Wes with his hands on the ground, Julio pounding as Wes cried out from the difficult angle of assault. Wes on his back, as Julio tenderly kissed him and fucked him slowly one second, and then pounding brutally and slapping the boy hard the next. After Julio finally came, shouting out at what a sweet boypussy Wes was, he paused over the boy, dripping sweat that mingled with the pools of sweat lodged in Wes’s little muscles, Wes on his back with his legs on the huge man’s chest, Julio’s cock buried. Julio started shoving his fingers in the boys mouth, stretching it, and as he did so he began to fill the boy with a huge load of piss. He paused before it was all out his bladder and pulled out. Julio made Wes clean his cock, then he made the boy lick his asshole, not satisfied until he was sure the boy’s tongue had probed as far as he could, the boy desperate to please. He then eased his cock into the boys mouth and made him hold a big mouthful of piss, his checks rounded from the size of the load. Tom climbed in between Wes’s muscular legs then and slipped his cock in and let loose a huge piss load, only letting the boy swallow Julio’s potent piss when Tom’s pissing was finished, Wes’s face grimacing at the acrid taste of Julio’s chempiss. Wesley then serviced Tom the way he’d serviced Julio, while his Daddy Ed slipped thr big black hose of Wes dreams in his rapidly-filling boypussy. As Ed pulled out, ready to put the boys mouth to workonhis cock and asshole, Julio slipped a big butt plug up the boy. After a while, Ed knelt by the boy’s head, tenderly kissing him and stroking his hair and praising his beauty, telling him what a good boy he was, and how hot he looked getting fucked by his new Uncles. Wesley got higher and higher, as the huge triple load of chempiss coursed into his bloodstream through the thin, bruised and stretched walls of his colon. Then Julio and Tom began to bind the boy, Julio holding him upright as Tom bound his arms and knees again around the thin steel pole, and then sliding the sling over to near the bed and affixing a chain from the mobile sling leg to the thin steel pole, holding Wes into position on his back, his ass exposed. As the men did this, Ed moved from praise to subtle manipulation. Making sure that Wes expressed his desire to join their pozz family. Ed would lie by saying that Julio wouldn’t accept him if he didn’t test pozz right away. “You should do everything we tell you that will help you join, if that’s what you want?” Ed whispered. Wes nodded solemnly, “Yes, Daddy Ed, I want that and I will do what ever it takes.” Ed smiled, he would ask again, but Wes had just agreed to a brutal metal fuck at some time in this evening, and one that would likly run more than a little pink. They attached nipple clamps—rubber covered ones, rather than ones with sharp teeth, the boy was a beginner after all—and then they took turns toying with him, squeezing his balls and slapping and light punching his stomach. The men did this to be cruel, yes, and to help take Wes deeper into slutboy head space, but they also did it to keep the kids insides jumping and rumbling, making his colon milk even more chems from the piss. Finally, Tom—who got to be cruelest because he was the one would gone off meds to make this boy belong to them—slipped the plug out, slapping the boys ass and threatening dire consequences if the boy spilled a drop and then Tom slipped in an inflatable dildo. This one would expand outward in thickness but also several inches deeper into the boy, forcing the piss in front of it deeper and deeper onto the boy. Tom sat on the boys face—fuck, the kid was already a pretty good with his tongue up a top’s hole—and he began to inflate the tool. He did it slowly until the boy groaned and then kept inflating, very slowly, until it was fully inflated. Little Wes was rigid with pain, so Tom slapped his chest. The boy’s body jumped and he groaned as the surprise movement made his deeper hole open and piss moved in. Tom held him like this for just a few seconds before giving the boy some poppers. As the poppers relaxed him Wes groaned again as his hole opened and inflatable settled in and piss trickled in deeper. Tom left him there and he and Ed and Julio went downstairs.

I need Ed to train me as his new pet whiteboi

These married guys that can use and fuck gays have the best life !

I love both worlds ❤️

Love being rimmed! Nothing better then getting my hole eaten after it's just been loaded. Also love it when the top kisses me after his rimmed me so I can also taste it and get a taste of cum. There is something so yummy about it.

and And it's why the Politics forum is a separate, sub-forum that it's very easy to avoid if you don't like reading/talking about politics.

Went to the ABS and worked the gloryholes for a couple hours. I had a pretty good time. I sucked 8 different cocks so my mouth is very happy. But nobody fucked me so my asshole is sad.

For me it was being walked in on by some guys sister as he's got me bent over drilling me. I wanted to die.

I agree, if a btm sucks my cock like he is obliged to, I think I have the responsibility to eat out his hole before I fuck it. Just good fuck etiquette I think

No, you are not a worthless person. You are just trying new sexual things that are not forbidden by law!! So relax. Piss play: some like it in the face, some on the body, some forced drinking, some up in the asss. Some like the smell or taste. It seems that you are into degradation. So enjoy it! Last weekend I was at a piss party in Munich and saw a lot of action. But I also saw that we were nice normal guys that were just talking and joking during the refill of the bladder. Big hug

I 😍 to rim and I'm very good at it! As a general rule, I won't fuck anything I haven't eaten first, so if I won't eat it, I definitely won't fuck it... If the hole already has loads in it when I rim, all that much better! And if the bottom likes, I'm happy to snowball/share the loads I felch out.

Visiting family in Yorkshire, on Grindr, Get loads of messages from faceless profiles, naturally, but one that provided a face in chat. Stocky, dark, stumble. We chat, only a couple of miles away, but says he needs to travel and does not know buses. I got fed up and basically said, "Looking to get fucked, raw" that simple. I also realised that English is not his 1st language, so go a bit easier. Ask to pick him up. Gives address. I agree and drive to get him. He is waiting for me, and CHRIST he is my type, short dark cub. He gets in the car, tells me he has only been in the country 3 months and an Iraqi. There is a reasonable smell of BO about him,normally a no no for me, but this time, it is making me horny. I wondered if he was saying he was gay so he could stay in the UK,but on the drive he says he is here as he knows English and been gay in Iran is just not a possiblity. We get back to my room, strip. He is hairy, bear cub, hard already, average size dick, but I feast on this guy's beefy hairy body. Again,he is everything I want. In bed we kiss, a lot. I go down on him, he smells clean there and is getting right into it. Now I don't want him to cum too soon, so look at him and say "Fuck me". He is straight to the bottom of the bed with the lube. I get on my back and in he goes. Oh can this guy fuck. I tell him to cum in me and he builds up steam, then comes out, goes in a few times, but obviously very sensitive,last time he pulls out and a steam of cum on his dic. I FUCKING love that. We shower and then cuddle, he is telling me he has to go to Durham next day as he has relatives there and the Home Office insists he goes to them. I am meanwhile planing our wedding in my head. He wants me to cum, so feeds me his cock for awhile then starts to fuck me again, soon I am shooting my load. We shower and I drop him off at his place. He has my number, but to be honest, I hope he does not ring me. Once he gets himself established he is going to be a true heartbreaker. As a fuck it was not bad, but nothing to write home about. BUT the guy, oh he was stunning and the situation, I am going to have a few great wanks thinking about him.

Was in a topping mood yesterday, so went into the city and fucked two hot young Latinos at ESMC. Also had this sweet try to suck me off. Got hard, but after already cumming twice did not hav3 another load to give him. But after I got back I was super horny for some dick. Went to the arcades hoping I might suck off a guy or two. I met up with a tall skinny guy there about my age with a nice upward curving cock. He had gotten me in a booth, where I was ready drop to me knees. Instead, he turned me around, unfastened my shorts, yanking both down. He then bent me forward and dropped down to rim me. After he got my hole wet, he got up and greased us both up with a couple of sample packs of lube. He then grabbed my hips and worked that lovely cock inside of me. After a few slow strokes to loosen me up, he pounded my hole hard. It did not take long before he started to breathe hard and pound faster. He then shoved it in to the hilt and emptied his balls up deep inside of me. He held his cock deep inside as he spasmed for quite few moment. Then he pulled out and pulled his gym shorts up, and practically ran out of the booth with me still bent over with my ass in the air I have sucked and been sucked off there many times, and fucked a few guys, but never bottomed there before. It was one of the hottest fucks I have experienced in awhile.

Never shared a story before, but had a hot hookup with a 34 married guy today that I felt like writing down 😛 He hit me up on an app, saying he likes playing together in a shower, sucking cock and getting rimmed and if I'm gentle I can fuck him too (his profile said "safe only"). He even sent a face pic and was actually my type, other than that just some pics of his cock and body, which looked pretty good too. I was feeling very horny even though I just jerked off a load not long ago, so I told him to drop by. He turned out to be a cute short guy with the most amazing bubble butt - I knew I had to get inside that. We got into the shower, he started slowly playing with my cock while I grabbed his ass and gently started working his hole with my finger. He immediately started bending over a bit to give me better access and moaned slightly, causing my cock to just get rock hard. I told him to get on his knees and he sucked me off for a bit with water flowing down our bodies. Finally, I told him to get up and dry off so we can move to the bedroom where I need to taste that ass. The slut immediately got on all fours on the bed and spread his sexy cheeks, giving perfect access for my tongue - it was obvious he had experience and loved getting rimmed. He was quite tight though, so I had to work a bit to get my toungue deeper, but soon enough I had him moaning like a whore and grinding that ass against my face. At this point, I got up, started slapping my cock on his hole and asked "Do you want me to put it in? I have condoms ready", to which he responded "No, just stick it in me" (what a surprise, lol). I grabbed some lube and he was soon backing up on my hard rod. I went slowly at first, since he said he wanted gentle, but I soon saw that he got used to it pretty quick and was picking up the pace himself. That made me even hornier, as married guys often talk how they love getting fucked but then can barely take a cock at a slow pace when it comes to it. He would sometimes slow down a bit to catch a breath, but I could see the whore knew how to take a cock. After a bit I felt I'm getting close and asked "Do you want my load in you?", him "I never had cum in my ass before... (wasn't sure if to believe him at this point, haha) but go ahead". I picked up my pace and was soon breeding his married ass with a hefty load. In the meantime his phone was ringing in the background, which he said after was his kid calling, lol. We went to take a quick shower again, where I played with his hole a bit more, which made him blow his load. He dressed up and said he hopes we could repeat that. He's not local, but I do hope he'll be in the area more often, as I would love to fill that hot ass up with my cum as often as possible.

Maybe it's better; maybe it's not. But the point is, you don't get to make that decision for the other person.

The day had finally arrived. The day for the promised “get together and talk about old times” meet up with Cal conveniently scheduled when Tommy had a three hour written exam during his last class on Friday. Tommy would not get out till after 6 pm. Phones had to be off during the exam and this building, an old monstrosity of stone and metal had notoriously bad service anyway. So not subtle Tommy thought rolling his eyes. Tommy trusted Zeke implicitly. Phones had to be off during the exam and this building, an old monstrosity of stone and metal had notoriously bad service anyway. When Tommy was finally done and walking across campus he turned on his phone and noticed a voice mail from an unknown number. “Stupid telemarketers” Tommy thought but he listened to it just in case: It started with a couple seconds of the sounds of a busy highway “This is a message fir Thomas (traffic noise) the is State Trouper Ari Burkowitz. Your parents (Traffic noise) have been involved in a car accident, Your mother gave this as the best emergency contact number. They are being taken to (traffic noise) hospital with serious injuries then the call cut off Tommy stared at his phone for a minute of shear panic then got a hold of himself. The first thing he did was call Zeke and got his voicemail, he left a message saying what had happened then he tried his mom’s cell phone a number he almost never used because she was forever leaving it at home and when she did take it she usually had forgotten to charge it. No answer, Mom had never figured out how to set up her voicemail. Then he called an Uber and it took a good while to find one willing to make the two hour drive to his home town. As soon as he was in the back seat he started calling hospitals near there but none had record of his parents. Thinking maybe they had not been in the system yet he started again at the beginning and again no records of them being there. Then he tried his mom’s cell phone again. To his sunrise she answered. “Mom!” He practically shouted into his phone “Are you ok? How bad are you hurt? How bad is Dad hurt?” “What are you talking about dear? We are not hurt. We are just headed home. We won a free diner and tickets to a play! It was so wonderful we had such a great time!” “And let me guess the play started about 6 and you turned off your cell phone.” Tommy asked dryly “Well of course dear. It’s so rude to let your phone go off in a theater!” she said “what was this about us being hurt?” “Just a second mom” He said and asked the Uber driver to turn around, They were less than halfway there so he shrugged and did so. Then he explained what had happened “Well someone played a very nasty trick on you” She said “And I know who” Tommy said calmly He was not even surprised when the elevator doors opened ti see Zeke and Cal in bed together. Zeke flat on his back and Cal riding his cock, ****** It had been ridiculously easy Cal thought First he arranged to get that little bit of nothing out of the way. Some play tickets and a gift card to a fancy restaurant sent to his parent’s address which he had gotten form Tommy’s school records. Then a recording of lines from an acting class doctored with simple sound editing software and a burner phone to leave the message had done it. Then he met Zeke at a coffee shop in the same block as his apartment. A wistful “I would love to see the view from the apartment again, wouldn’t it be so much nicer to talk there?” Zeke had agreed to that easier than he had expected. When they had gotten there Zeke had made both a drinks as he always did with guests sitting them on the coffee table then Cal asked “So do you still keep those little crackers I love in the house? The ones from France?” hey were actually Zeke’s favorite Cal could not stand them, As soon as Zeke turned his back Cal dumped a little vial in his drink then choked down a couple crackers while Zeke told him in no uncertain terms that things were ver between them and that he loved Tommy taking occasional sips of his drink. Then Zeke’s words started to slur a bit Cal sat down next to him and kissed him. Zeke pushed him away “I just told you. It’s over between us!” he said finishing his drink and slamming his glass down on the table Cal ignored him and kept kissing Zeke tried to fight him off “No I love Tommy!” but his efforts became more and more feeble and finally he just sat there making out with Cal occasionally murmuring Tommy’s name. Cal led him to the bed they had shared so many times before. Took out his phone and started recording ***** “Well, you got home sooner than we thought. Zeke thought you would take at least another couple hours to figure it out” Cal said, still sliding up and down on Zeke trying to catch several angles on his phone Tommy didn’t even bother responding. He walked to the far side of the room and opened a locked cabinet, flipped a switch inside and walked back, “So how did you drug him?” Tommy asked calmly “Drug him? He drank to much and practically dragged me to bed telling me he’s always loved me and wanted me back” This might have been more effective if Zeke had not moaned out “I love you Tommy, so much, please never leave me” at that moment proving on some level he was aware of what was going on “Zeke NEVER lies passively on his back like that. Not for anyone,” Tommy said “I knew he was drugged the moment I saw you two” Cal Smirked “Well maybe a little something in his drink but it really doesn’t matter. I know ways that would get Zeke hard even if he had been dead for two days and now he remembers what I can do to his body. How good I can make him feel. Yes this time I raped him but the next time he will come willingly to my bed like a dog after a bone” That was what Tommy had been waiting for. He took out his phone, dialed the emergency three digit number and said calmly “I’d like to report a rape” “You can't be serious” Cal said after he hung up “It’s my word against yours” Tommy just smirked and said “You should probably leave. Riding an unconscious man’s cock when the police get here probably would not be a good look” Cal got up dressed in a huff and left none too soon, No more than 5 minutes after he left the doorman buzzed and Tommy had him send up the two officers. When they got there one said “Everything looks calm here, who’s he?” pointing to the half exposed Zeke. Tommy had left the bed as it was when Cal left. “He’s our victim,” Tommy said. Then he took out his laptop accessed the security system and showed them the surveillance video complete with sound Cal putting something in Zeke’s drink from two different angles and then the ensuing conversation and struggle. Then Tommy fast forwarded to Cal admitting he had drugged and raped Zeke. The security system was new. Zeke had valuable art in the apartment. The switch Tommy had flipped in that cabinet had turned the cameras near the bed to focus on it. He and Zeke had made some interesting videos… “Don’t touch that glass we will need it for evidence” one officer said The other officer said “He is really out of it” Reaching down to take Zeke’s pulse. Then he turned back Zeke’s eyelid and suddenly he was shaking Zeke yelling “Come on buddy! Stay with us! Get an ambulance here! NOW” ***** Zeke spent a week in the hospital. There would be no lasting effects but it had been a close thing. Pumping his stomach had saved his life Cal had been picked up for rape and attempted murder. Under interrogation he had revealed the name of the drug he had used. “You idiot!” the officer had yelled at him “You don’t use more than a drop or two of that drug!” It took three days for Zeke to wake up. Tommy had been limited to visiting for only four hours a day because he was not family and Zeke was not awake to OK further visits. That was one of the first things Zeke handled when he finally woke. Over Zeke’s protests Tommy arranged for a councilor to stop by and talk to Zeke. No matter how much he said he was fine he had been raped and he needed to deal with it. When Tommy laid it all out Zeke begrudgingly agreed and on the councilor’s recommendation sett up a few sessions over the next weeks On the day Zeke was to be released he was laying in bed going over some papers his office had sent over while Tommy looked out the window, “I was thinking about the trouble you had with visiting me” Zeke said absently still going over the papers “I think we should give each other Power Of Attorney and get married so it never happens again” Still looking out the window Tommy said “That’s probably a good idea. If we…. Wait. WHAT?” “ I think we should give each other Power Of Attorney and get married…” Zeke started but was stopped by Tommy’s scrambled crawling over the rail into his hospital bed to kiss him. The kissing went on for several minutes then Tommy pushed away from him looking at him with narrowed eyes. “If you think that pitiful proposal is going to cut it you got another thing coming Mr. I want flowers and a ring and swans and Billy Clay serenading us!” He said hotly Zeke looked at him with amusement and a tenderness Tommy had never seen there. He took Tommy’s hand and kissed the palm gently “Would you settle for me telling you that I never want to spend a day without you for the rest of my life? I can’t get down on one knee right now but would you do me the honor of marrying me and being my husband?” “Well if you are going to put it that way” Tommy pouted then he kissed Zeke again and said “The honor would be all mine so yes… but the honeymoon better be killer” Zeke laughed ******************* Behind Zeke’s eyes Ezekiel smiled. Again that had come all from Zeke. He and Tommy had gotten over the first major hurdle in their relationship and things looked bright ******************** There will be more nasty sex in the next chapter. I promise! Scanbu

That sounds like fun

I sometimes smoke a pipe when I fuck.

Yes I do. I'm scared about islamic laws, countries where dissidents are tortured and killed, where you are OBLIGED to believe in their religion or you'll be jailed. Or worse - lapidated LGBT folks and whatever. No, I'm not phobic against single Muslim observants, but about Islamic culture being merged with politics. Am I scared about Christians too? Yes. Because religion gives, practically, infinite power to a politician who feels the direct representant of their religion's divinity. So, what humans say, has no longer reason to be taken into considerations. We have many of those in Europe, who claim to defend us all from Islamic autocracies... proposing theirs.

Jason did return quite regularly after that, and seemed to come out of his shell a bit more with us as he got more used to feeling like what he was doing was OK. It was maybe the fourth or fifth visit to ours that he actually decided to stick around for a bit to have a drink and talk after we’d fucked, and the eighth visit was when we first managed to get him to undress again for a second round before staying the night in one of the guest bedrooms. We tested his boundaries a little more with each visit, and discovered that he seemed to respond well to a bit of domination. We took things slowly on that front, starting with strapping him onto the bench, then into the sling, and eventually into a set of stocks that Stone ordered to add to the playroom equipment (which of course we had ‘christened’ with me being put into them first before Stone invited the whole neighbourhood round to join in). However, we also got him to start practicing as a versatile performer, mixing up what we did to him with the occasional topping role, usually with me as the bottom but also a couple of times with Stone. He was certainly a very eager student. We weren’t really sure what was happening with him outside of his visits to our place, but one day he decided to talk about it with us over some post-fucking drinks and cigarettes. Evidently the studio had not responded well to his arrest, so despite the charges being dropped they had let quietly him go from his contract. However, one of the execs had put him onto a friend of his, and Jason had started working with him. These were all-black orgy films shot with a single camera around the guy’s house, and Jason always wore a hood as he took up position on his front or back to get fucked and bred by the various tops and versatile performers also on set. He showed us one of the films that had been released onto that studio’s website, and what surprised us the most was that it was so obviously him, given he wore no top so his distinctive tattoos were on full view, and he hadn’t even taken off his trademark gold Cubans. We decided not to say anything about this though, and once he was gone we had looked through all of the videos he had done with this new outfit. Despite him clearly getting other action now, he carried on visiting us on a pretty regular basis. On one occasion we decided to take things up a notch or two by ‘forgetting’ that we had invited Frank and Bram over to play, and when they entered the playroom through the side door Jason looked a bit like a deer in headlights. Credit to him though, because after only a brief moment of looking like he was about to freak out, he relaxed and went with the flow. Loads were taken by all that night, though Jason’s hole was obviously the main focus. Thereafter we brought Frank, Bram and some other friends in on the play every now and then. Jason did eventually get sick, and Stone and I took it in turns to be at his place looking after him while he converted. He seemed to understand what had happened, and didn’t react too badly when we took him to a clinic and the result was confirmed. He eventually told us that his prep supply had indeed ended when his contract was terminated, but by then he wasn’t able to turn off his need to be bred despite no longer being protected. He had not been actively chasing, but nor did he do anything to reduce the risk of infection and had kind of known it was inevitable. He told us he knew we must be poz because of working with Scorpex, and that he knew he could also maybe just start seeking what he needed from neg or undetectable guys, but somehow had just wanted to keep coming to our playroom. He genuinely seemed OK with it, although we suspected he might need a bit of support as the reality dawned on him so we kept an eye out. In the meantime we decided to introduce him to Scorpex, and it turned out they had been enamoured with the hooded blinged-up bottom appearing in the orgy films but had somehow failed to make the connection. Jason was soon signed up for a contract as a versatile performer, giving him access to healthcare insurance so he could go on meds and, in time, get some support when he did start to freak out a bit about his new status. He has become a popular performer with Scorpex, and Stone and I got to appear with him when the execs wanted him to be dominated for a shoot and he had said he would only do that with us. Interestingly, Jason has settled into a sort of middle ground in life, having started out as a straight man performing only as a top, becoming a needy hungry bottom with us, but now happily able to talk about his bisexuality. He actually has a girlfriend, a poz dancer he met through a support group, but she is relaxed about his work and also the need to satisfy other urges to keep him happy. As such, while no longer as frequent as it was for a while, he still comes over every now and then to play. Seeing Jason find a bit of peace and happiness with himself has spurred me on too. Stone and I are about to go away to a cabin in Colorado for a little break, and I have decided to take the plunge. He and I are perfect together, and when I find the right place and time up in the mountains, I shall be getting down on one knee. Wish me luck! THE END

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

Sorry its been so long. Been busy with work and life. I will try and do weekly postings. Comments appreciate. Will let in two more guys that night you spent the night fucking me hard and pumping me full of poz loads. I was so tired, exhausted and yet jacked of all the poz loads in me. My hole was sore and leaking all that cum. I felt is run down my legs and would occasionally wipe it up with my fingers and lick it clean. There was also a pool of cum on the sheets and Daddy would have my lick it all up. I looked over at the clock and it was 3am. Will was hard and stroking his huge cock on the chair in the corner. I crawled to him on all fours and took his cock deep in my mouth sucking it as if i hadnt sucked cock in months. He pushed my head down and forced it down my throat. I coughed and phlem came up as my eyes watered. But i went back down and took all of it down my throat. Will let out a moan...."ohh yeah suck that cock boy. damn no wonder he keeps you for himself. Your throat feels like a silk glove and cant believe you can take my whole cock. Fucking whore" I proceeded to give him a throat fuck sucking on his cock with my throat. After 5 minutes he pulled my head off and picked me up and put me on the bed on all fours. He held my waist tightly and in one motion slammed his cock in me. "Arghhhhhhhhhh", i let out a loud scream. Even though i had just been fucked all night no one was as really as big as him. "Take it you little whore. I cant believe your cunt still is a little tight.", he moaned as he started to ram into me. It was and thats why all the men liked me. No matter the pounding and how much cock i take my ass still seems to shrink back to the cock in me. He was ramming me hard and his grip was tight on my waist and oh god it felt so good. I just started moaning. He was hitting me in all the right spots. "Yeah your cunt is convulsing around my cock. You dirty whore. Your Daddy know how much you love getting fucked by other men?", he said slapping my ass "I dont know, i think so....ughhh", i said barely as i moaned to getting pounded. "Yeah bitch your cunt is amazing. Fuck i want you for myself", he said in my ear as he licked it and pulled my face around towards him and we kissed. Our tongues dancing with each other as i moaned into his mouth. "Yeah feels good doesnt it. Tell me what you want", he said "I want you. I want your cock in me your cum. Oh god all of it please", i moaned and begged He stopped fucking me and pulled out. His cock glistening with cum and a bit of blood "Yeah you want it. Tell me what you are going to do to get it", he asked "What do you mean?", i asked. "I mean do you commit to me, willingly give me your dirty slutty wet cunt when i want it. Become my boy, my bitch", he said leaning in to my face kissing my lips slightly "I cant, I have a Daddy already", i said quietly while leaning into kiss him more He pushed me on my back lifeted up my legs and thrust back into me. I moaned out loud and spread my legs so i could accept more of him. "If you have a Daddy, then why is your cunt sucking my cock in and pulsing around it? Why are you moaning and begging me to fuck you and seed you?", he said while pumping into me hitting my prostate. I had a hard time processing as my ass what taking over. I just moaned. He rammed hard and slapped my face, "You want me to stop?", he said "No please dont. It feels so good in me", i moaned "Then tell me what i want to hear or i am stopping and walking out", he said pumping harder and hitting me deeper "Please", i begged "Please what", he said "Please dont stop fucking me", i moaned "And", he said and stopped fucking me "Please fuck me and cum in me. I want your poz seed in me. I want to have your baby. I want to be your bitch and cunt to use", i said widly "You promise? You promise to come to me when i want, give me your body", he said slowly pumping in me "Oh yesi do", i moaned He started to fuck me good hitting all the right spots and i started to moan. "And your Daddy. what about him", he asked I went into a daze. I loved my Daddy. He did so much for me in finding me sexuality, my place, guiding me to become the bottom whore i was but there was something about Will that pushed my buttons. He made me feel more slutty and submissive. It was weird. "Hey bitch, you didnt answer yet", he said and stopped fucking me "Yes i am yours. Please make me yours", i begged "Thats all i need to hear. You are mine now", Will said smiling What proceeded was the most animalistic fuck i have ever had. He pounded in me for the next hour very hard and angry and yet passionate and tender. He fucked me in every position and all over the bed. At one point my ass what getting tired and sore and i tried to pull away from him but he held onto me and fucked me hard. We kissed, swaped spit, he sucked on my neck and bit me. I just moaned and felt like a total whore. It felt amazing to be taken and owned. "Ohhhh bitch you are mine, i am going to make you pregnant", he moaned. and i felt his cock expand and then shoot 7-8 hot loads fill me with the biggest deepest load i have had in a while. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deeper our lips locked. "Yes i am", i said in his ear.

It was a neighbor boy. I was 12, he was 17. He was very careful and skillful. We were sf for 4 years.

This is a true story of the first time a man fucked me and changed my life. I had had a curiosity about having sex with men for many years before this happened. My perversion and lust is the cause for this life altering interaction, of which I have no regrets; only a longing to dive deeper and deeper into depravity. Masterbating to the thoughts of sucking a man's cock and possibly knowing what it felt like to be fucked as a woman would be was no longer good enough. I wanted to try sucking cock very badly. I was really only turned on by women and transsexuals. A woman's cock would have been preferred yet unlikely attainable. The desire to have a cock down my throat was much too strong so I placed a Craigslist ad in search of a man who I could suck off. It didn't take long before I was exchanging messages with a man much older than myself; I was maybe 22 or 23 he was 48. After some emails had been exchanged we spoke on an instant messenger. I expressed my desire to be fucked by men but afraid to actually do it. Fearing that it would hurt or worse, that it meant that I was gay. He suggested that I start by just sucking cock and after I've had a load shot down my throat I would know if I really wanted to be fucked by men. His logic made sense and I agreed to leave immediately to meet him. He lived 30-40 minutes away and for reasons I didn't understand I felt obligated to get to him as quickly as possible. We agreed that we'd only try oral since I was too timid to commit to penetration and I left. Upon arriving he met me outside on his porch as he was letting his dog out. He instructed me to wait on the porch with him so his neighbors could see me. When the dog finished he made his way inside with his dog and told me to wait while he locked the dog up. I did as I was told. The door reopen and he told me to strip down fully naked and follow him on all fours if I wanted to be allowed in. This surprised me and I tried to resist the request, to which he replied, "I won't wait long" and began closing the door. Immediately I said, "no please" and began undressing. I crawled on all fours into his home, following him to his living room where he sat down pulled out his cock and said, "put this in your mouth." Eagerly I approached his cock and put it in my mouth and started to suck. It was instantly obvious to me that I really liked what was happening! I wanted his cock all the way down my throat and I didn't care if I could breathe. I had been sucking his cock and on his balls for 10 to 15 minutes, all while on my knees still from the floor which was wood. He asked if I'd like to be more comfortable to which I happily said yes. He told me to follow him to the bedroom and that I could stand up and walk now. I followed him down the hallway and into his bedroom towards his bed. I remember feeling very nervous but I wanted to keep sucking his cock. As we got close to the bed he fell behind me, put his arm around my neck and threw me on the bed. He pulled my ass up an placed his cock against my hole and told me to push myself onto him. At this point I was really scared but didn't know what to do so I listened. I did as he said gyrating and rocking my ass onto his cock. It didn't take long before I felt his cock head breach my anus, followed by him fully forcing the rest of his cock inside of me as he told me not to scream. He got really into it when I realized he didn't put on a condom and I got really scared again but once again felt obligated at this point to let him do as he wished. He came inside of me which caused my cock to explode out of sheer excitement. He told me to get dressed and leave, as he was done with me. I drove home wondering what had happened and why I let it happen without any objection. I remember leaving that man's cum inside my guts until the next morning. Ever since this happened I long for men who will use me, hurt me, force and control me. I want to be raped again. Over and over. I want to serve a Master and become his property.

I live in a small town with a population of 1200, surrounded by corn fields for 1 1/2 hr drive in either direction. I regularly walk my dogs around town following the river through the parks occasionally passing by the fire station staffed with volunteers on my way to the post office. Yesterday, walking along I noticed one of the guys leaving the station get into his pickup. Nodding hello & smiling at me, I returned the gesture & continued with the dogs. A bit further along as i got to the normally empty big park with baseball diamonds & wooded trail which ended @ my house, I noticed the pickup truck with fire station logo from minutes b4. A brisk walk onward trailing behind my dogs we followed a sent behind the toilets; there he stood pants down around his knees, cock in hand stroking. Early 30's blond, a body built on a farm with a ring glinting on his finger. Transfixed by his cock & abs, I heard him say hey man!, pulling me out of my momentary daze as he continued stroking. Wanna join me? I paused for a moment looking around b4 moving closer, reaching out caressing his abs, my hands moved down towards his cock. The dogs tugged on their leash after a squirrel so i tied them to a tree to continue playing with the hot fireman. Standing in front of him I began to unzip as he dropped to is knees. My semi hard cock flopping out onto his face, he rubbed my cock across his blond stubble & lips b4 slowly sucking on the head of my cock & milking my shaft with his calloused hands. I could hear him moaning as he tasted the first drops of precum. You've done this b4, hungry cocksucker, he looked up with a smile in his eyes, continuing to suck my now fully erect cock. I was loving it, but wanted to taste him, motioning him to stand up he did, but turned around presenting his bubble butt. NO need to ask me twice, I was on my knees, tongue in his ass making him moan, 1 finger in, he was clean & not resisting. Standing up, I spat in my hand then rubbed it on my cock head as he moved back pressing himself into me. Pushing him back up against the wall kicking his legs apart, his hole now exposed and ready for action. He reached behind grabbing my cock positioning it up against his hole. Slowly he backed up taking my head then another inch b4 stopping & exclaiming he was close to cumming. I began working my cock into him telling him he was not just gonna tease me like that, I'm going in all the way b4 you cum. My dry shaft parting his pink hole with each thrust which made him moan & gasp as i bottomed out. Sinking to our knees I began fucking him using longer strokes, this virtually dry fuck had my dick harder than normal. Flipping him onto his back, legs on my shoulders, i dribbled precum on his hole and went balls deep in one stroke. We continued fucking for a few mins b4 he asked, are you close, do you wanted to cum in my ass? I smiled and said im getting there, wanna cum together? A couple long deep thrusts & i was almost there, burying my cock balls deep in his hole i could feel him begin to shoot when i unload in his hole. This little piggy sucked my cock clean and thanked me for my load, said he was gonna keep it in him all day & night when hes having sex with his wife.