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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.

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.

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!

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.

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 !

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.

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.

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

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

Tom; Since a few days, i started to chat online with an older bloke who did make a pass on me here on breedingzone. The guy was about 80 kilometers away to the south of the country. Oops where are my manners; first a bit about me : I am a shy guy, i am totally out as gay, but it does not mean that i go to gay parades to celebrate the fact that i am happy to be gay. I am a European guy, 6'tall, normal workingbody, dark blond hair, and a good sized dick oh yes for the number guys, i am 44. I like to make fun with my straight friends who know i am gay, but they do not give a toss about this, they just like my company and my jokes. And mostly i am the one they make jokes about. I hardly date with guys, since i still share a house with my ex-boyfriend, and another guy who lives with us. My sexlive is as good as not existing. So from time to time i use the regular dating apps to see if i can chat to somebody, in the hope i could meet them when my housefriends are on holiday, and i do what i like. without them making fun of it. The older bloke is called Pete and he is about 58 a big guy, daddy body about 6'20 and what i can tell from his pictures well endowned with a big fat daddy cock. After we did get in contact here, soon we started to chat on Telegram, in the beginnning it was small talk about normal things in live, situations of dating, holidays, and art. It did not take long and soon the conversations would end up on long sextalks. In the beginning he was curious about my past experiences. I did discuss with him first the sexuall abuse i had encoutered as a kid, and that it had troubled a bit my view on sex with men. Somehow already from a young age i felt that i was not good as everyone else. I was smart, well aware what was happening around me, but never had the feeling i did fit in with the rest of the crowd. At school bullies would pick on me, and calling me names, although i was looking like any other straigth kid. Pete must have felt that i was downgrading myself, when i told him that i had a lack of selfrespect, and mostly to scared to date, because of my past. Soon enough i was talking about my experiences on sex, who where very vanilla, to mostly sucking dicks and sometimes a safesex fuck with a guy. There was nothing i could say to him that would make him think i am some slut going from one bloke to another. I explained my situation with my expartner, and soon he said, "yeah not easy to date then". Pete was very friendly to me, and he seemed controlled, a bit dominant, or maybe an aura of a fathertype. When he started to explain his sexlive, it was totally the opposite of mine. He told me that he is a total sexpig, that he like to do chems, go full bare, does groupactions, filming, hardplay, everything you can think off when it comes to sex. Me being like a novice it was a bit an eyeopener, and not sure for my self what i should do with this knowledge. He was sending me pictures via telegram of all his debaucheries, him fucking guys in all poses, sometimes in a total jeans gear, sometimes a soldier, leatherdaddy and so on. His likes where definitly other then mine. Soon it was not avoidable that he asked me if i was up for a meeting. My friends where out for the month on holiday, so i had enough time to spare and to have some fun. The question is could i go that far that i would be able to keep up with the likes of Pete. He seemed to me a very demanding sexbeast ready to crash all my limits, which where a lot at that time, just because it was not really a scene guy. I did not answer right away, so i told him i would give it a thought, and that i would come back to him, by thursday for the upcoming weekend to meet. I told him once again that chems and bare where not my scene, and i that i would only have sex with condoms. He said sure no problem, you can come by and then we can see how far we go, you should not do anything you do not like, you are safe with me . Pete ; I was talking to this slut for weeks now online, he is a bit of a tease, very naive, and on the sexsite, very dumb. These are the kind of guys I like, i am kind to them in the beginning, and then i lure them in my web, and change their lives right from the beginning. Now ith is all sweet words, building confidence, beying Mr nice guy. Soon enough this cunt will get to know the real me, but then it is to late. Tom; Luckily i had to work everyday, so the days where passing very fast, wednesday night in bed it was difficult to fall a sleep, everything was going true my mind what to deceide. I did know it could be risky to meet Pete, but on the other site, my inner self was fighting to try new things. By thursday i made up my mind that i would go, but i would make it clear no chems and no bare fucking. I did drop Pete a line to tell him that i would come over friday evening, and i asked him if it was ok to stay over the night, given the distance to him. Soon everything was arranged. Pete; The little bitch did finally decide to make the right move and come down to me on friday. In the beginning it will be Mr Nice Host, and then bam! we are going to have some fun. Have to make sure that all is prepared when he arrives for his sleepover. I asked him to let me know when he would leave his home, and also make sure that he regular let me know where he is on the way to me. That way i can set things up with my buddies, and make sure they can have some fun to without allarming him. Have to make sure my dealer has the right gear for me on friday, and i am sure my buddies will bring their own party supplies. One of them is a smaller guy who has some nice musscles on him about 35, and he works for a tow-truck company, my other buddy is a young big guy from 29, he is slim and has a very kinky site, we both go sometimes with slaves no limits, and i really mean no limits, it can go very smelly afterwards. (writers note : ok guys let me know what you think - please be aware i am not a native english writer so keep this in mind, although i speak 5 languages)

I can’t remember the last time I came this hard. Great story telling, my pussy is forever grateful 🥲.

When's part 3? I wish there was a real poz carnival with hung gay men

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

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.

Chapter 4 Monday morning found myself in Gino’s medical room again. Only a week after my first visit. ‘So, there is something we need to discuss. For the record, although you didn’t know it, I’m undetectable’ said Gino ‘ I can’t go round pozzing my patients, can I ?’ ‘Are you disappointed? You seemed to be gagging for a poz load?’ ’er I don’t know what comes over me. I’ve never been like this , but ever since I tried to scratch that itch all I seem to want is cock and cum. And I don’t know why but poz guys excite me’ I blurted out. ’ Have you taken the Prep I prescribed last week?’ ‘Er no, it’s still hidden in my car. I didn’t want my girlfriend to see it’ ’and how is that relationship going?’ I gulped. ‘We’ve had sex once but it was anal. I can’t seem to get hard for her. I had to think of guys to get hard then’ ‘ok, and what about porn? Do you watch any?’ I nodded ‘yes…. But it’s all gay porn recently’ ‘I think you have to be honest with yourself ‘ Gino added’ A lot of men don’t realise that they’re gay , or suppress it, until they finally have cock, and then sooner or later they realise. Some are never honest but others accept the truth and enjoy the reality. But straight men don’t suck cock and let guys fuck them like you do. ‘ I took a deep breath. ‘I’m not straight’ I admitted. ‘I’m not even bi, I know I’m gay now’ I breathed out. I had said it and Gino smiled ‘ yes I think you knew that. A lot of guys who come out want to play around, catch up on what they have been missing out on, and a lot don’t want to take Prep and stay unprotected and bareback. They want to feel natural, and it is natural as a bottom to want a guy to cum in you and take alpha cock. A lot of barebackers are poz and like breeding bottoms, and a lot of bottoms want to have that right of passage and start taking poz cock and convert for their tops. Produce their own poz cum. ‘ ‘Thats what I want’ I heard myself say. ‘ Good, I was hoping you would. I presume you don’t want any pep for the poz loads you took in the sauna?’ . I shook my head’ I will mark you down as confirming choice to come off prep too.Keep in touch and enjoy the sauna. Come in for a check up in about four weeks time. I left empty handed. What had I said? . I could still stop if I wanted, I thought. The week dragged and on the Thursday Maria and I went to the gym. There was a launch party for some product when we were there and we decided to stay, have a couple of drinks and mingle. I found myself chatting to a couple of guys, one who was obviously gay, but was surprised when the other introduced himself as the other guys partner. ‘You seem surprised Nathan’ he said. ‘No I er didn’t realise there were… erm u know what I mean’ I stammered. He laughed ‘ I know what you mean. I’m David, this is Lee. Yes we’re gay and yes we like playing together with other guys …… if you know any’ Was he flirting? ‘ We’ll ….. ‘ I hesitated. I looked round and saw Maria chatting with the tattooed guy Andy that had fucked me a couple of weeks previously. ‘ I’m not out….. but I’m gay. But it’s complicated’ I said quietly. ‘Ah you’re also with a girl the. And she doesn’t know. Don’t worry we’re discreet. This is a bit boring - let’s sneak back to the locker room. Is that your girl chatting to Andy? ‘ I nodded ‘She should be careful with him. He has a big cock and he’s poz. He likes breeding guys and girls’ With that he grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the party. We went quickly to the locker rooms. I was hard already. I sank to my knees as Dave shrugged down his track shorts. His cock sprang free. I couldn’t wait to get it in my mouth . It felt so good. ‘Suck Lee too’ Dave ordered . I turned and Lee’s cock was in my face. I took him in my mouth and was aware of hands pulling my shorts down, a finger quickly probing my ass. Then I felt breath and a tongue rimming my hole. I concentrated on sucking Lee’s cock, as I felt Dave’s cock replace his tongue . With a grunt he thrust into my ass. ‘ I only fuck raw since I took Andy’s babies’ Dave said as he started pounding my ass. I didn’t register the nuance at first, then it clicked . I got even harder’ if you’re poz just fuck it into me. I want it, make sure’ I breathed ‘Poz my fucking ass’ ‘ with pleasure’ Dave rushed as he picked up pace ‘ I’ll definitely shoot my load in that neg hole anytime’, give u my babies’ Cockbrain had taken over again. I could feel Lee’s cock jerk and cum flooded my mouth. I concentrated on swallowing it all when Dave grunted and thrust into me a final time. I knew he was cumming in me. ‘ ‘That was fucking hot fella, we must keep in touch. I would love to make sure my babies take’ Dave winked at me ‘Let’s get back before we’re missed. I returned to the party. I couldn’t see Maria… or Andy. I looked round the room, then Maria appeared at my elbow . ‘Hi’ she said. ‘Oh I was just looking for you’ was it my imagination or did she look a little flushed? ‘I was just chatting to that guy with the tattoos, Andy’ she explained. I suddenly hoped that she had been doing a bit more than chatting, and wondered if she had had some cock too. Poz cock at that. ‘ shall we go.? ‘ she said. ‘I’m just a bit tired’ ‘yeah’ I replied. ‘Same’ My mind was wandering. Maybe if Maria wanted a regular thing with Andy, I could go out more often with Dave and Lee ……. to be continued

Looking back now, so would I, but I probably would have been WAY too naïve ...

I truly believe in bromance...straight guys, gay guys, or any guy in between...it's male bonding and it's powerful. Only homophobia from insecure straight men and our religous dogma society can dampen it...but I believe it's nature at it's perfection!

5. Trophies “You fuckin’ idiot!” He heard a voice from far away. He coughed, threw his hands up to his throat. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You trying to kill him before he even does the job?” He heard the same far away voice, incredulous, like it was shouted in a long, echoing tunnel. Chris rasped in several breath before he trusted he was breathing again. He sat up in bed naked, still high as fuck, but was alone in the master bedroom. The men had left him, and sounded like they were downstairs arguing. “So I got carried away,” he heard Polanski trying to defend himself. “You get carried away. Look at the way you offed the Bailey family. One by one, Brody. One by one. You ain’t no Saint Sanity when you get worked up. How many pieces’ that Tony kid in now? How many fingers did you cut off, how many ears, and whatever, before you just went and slit their throats? That wasn’t just for the old man’s benefit and you know it. You liked it! You was enjoying yourself.” Chris was trying unsuccessfully to process the evening. How much time had passed since he blacked out? Johnny Carson was on TV doing his opening monologue. It couldn’t have been that long. Still flying, not a lot of things made sense. Then, like someone had flipped a light switch, the pieces of the night fit. The last he’d heard on the television news, the sewer pipe, the two cons, they were right here. Chris crawled off the bed. On hands and knees he crept to the staircase to observe the men. They were in their boxers again. “Listen, you dumb shit. That was to get the dirty cop to squeal where he stashed it. It worked, didn’t it?” Bailey, Don, Brody, whatever his name was, he was no cop. He smacked Polanski in his forehead. “Think, dumb shit. Be smart.” Then he said in a low voice, “If you want to snuff the kid, wait till he brings out the stash, then you can have all the sick motherfuckin’ fun you want. But you almost fucked up what was pretty complicated set up to begin with. Drax would have had both us skinned alive, and I do mean skinned! We seen him do it to that poor fuck Jackson.” Polanski shivered. “So what now?” he said, starting to pace nervously around the room. “So now you go up, and hope the kid recovers. Then you beg him to forgive you, hope he ain’t dead or damaged, and will still do the job for us. You kiss his ass, suck his cock, and do whatever it takes.” “We gonna be straight with him?” “We gotta, but he don’t need to know everything. I’ll do the talking. He’ll trust me more than you, but you gotta make it up to him. Be his pal. You been a mean fuck ever since we busted in on him. Play nice.” They both looked up the staircase. Chris ducked back quickly in the dark hallway. He scurried back to the bedroom, got on the bed, and played possum on his side as the men came back into the room. Polanski got on the bed and shook his shoulder. “Hey, kid,” he said, “kid, you still with us?” Chris faked like he was stirring, throwing his hands to his neck like someone was choking him and sat up in panic. “Nah, nah, you’re okay,” Polanski said nervously. “Things just got a little out of hand, but you’re okay now. Man, I sure am high. How ‘bout you?” “Yeah,” Chris said hoarsely. “You were choking me.” He shoved Polanski away with both hands. “Yeah, nah, I was just playin’, but like Brody knows, I sometimes get carried away. I play too rough.” “Brody?” Chris asked confused. “Ah, geez,” Brody, as Polanski now called him, sighed and put his head in his hand. He sat down on the other side of the bed and put his hand on Chris’ back. “Yeah, we gotta come clean with you kid. We ain’t no cops.” “What?” Chris said in disbelief. “If you’re not the cops, who are you?” Brody laid out it out for Chris. “Nicky and I are ex-cons. We were just released from upstate after doing our time. And the first thing we do is we come pay a visit to the guy who set us up, the crooked cop who lives here. He’d been skimming money off the top for years from the man we work for. A Mister Jones.” “Mr. Jones?” “Well, that ain’t his real name, but better you don’t know.” Brody went on with his story with Chris pretending to hang on every word. “So the dirty cop’s family is away, okay? So we bust in on him. We had to get pretty rough with him, but he finally admitted that he did a bad thing and that he had the money squirreled away in the house, in the duct work. So Mr. Jones instructs us to use Bailey’s uniform and police stuff to get you to come out to Flushing to help us get the stash. Seems like he had his little kid go deep in the ducts and hide the goods where big guys like us can’t get to it, so the only way to get it is for a little guy like you to get it for us. You’re like part of our gang now.” “Did you kill Manetti,” asked Chris, honestly fearing the answer. “Nah,” Brody said. “He hadda done it himself. You seen the place was chained from the inside. Mr. Jones used that as an excuse for us to show up.” “Yeah, and I’m real sorry. I was playing too hard. But it’s ‘cause I like you. I think you’re really sexy and hot for a little skinny guy, and I got a thing for breath control. It’s just a thing I got.” “Yeah,” said Brody, “and it looked like you maybe got a thing for it too now by how much you came all over me.” “Yeah, I don’t think I like it,” Chris said, rubbing his neck. “Nah, nah,” said Polanski. “Not a lot of guys do, and if you, I mean you, me and Brody ever was to, you know, go at it again, and I hope we do, ‘cause the dirty cop ain’t coming back anytime soon,” he said darkly, “so maybe, once we get the stash, maybe we can mess around again, if you want, but only if you want.” “And no choking,” Brody added, running his hand up and down Chris’ back. “Just fun stuff. I like you too. You’ve got a hot little hole like I rarely seen, and a real sexy little bubble butt, which if we didn’t have a job to do, I could right now, cause I’m still horny, right now fuck you again.” It was true. Both men were getting a rise in their shorts. “Yeah,” said Polanski, getting back to business. “But we gotta finish the job, right Brody?” “Nah, you’re right Nicky. So, kiddo, what you say? You part of our gang, help us pull out the money? Then we get back here,” Brody padded the bed, “and we go at it for round two?” “You’d let me be part of your gang?” Chris asked. Both men nodded. “Would I get some of the money?” Polanski raised a brow and looked at Brody. Brody gave him a look back and said to Chris, “Sure, sure. Being in the gang means you get a cut. But we have to give most of it back to Mr. Jones. You understand that, right?” “I guess. I never been in a gang before. And then we can get back here and have more sex? Cause right up till the choking, I really liked it. I never been double fucked before. I guess this’ll be night of firsts.” There was so much untruth dripping all around, as they all looked at each other they all knew they were full of shit, but had to buy it to keep up the ruse.“So let’s do this,” said Chris. They went downstairs and out to the garage. The men’s tools were laid out on the floor near a vent next to the washing machine. The grate was off. Brody gave Chris a small flashlight and a map of the ductwork maze where the cop had his son hide the money. Chris got down on his hands and knees and crawled inside. Even for him it was a tight fit. The two men leered as his ass scuttled away from them. Brody said, shining his flashlight on Chris’ butt admiringly, “Let’s get this done quickly ‘cause I gotta have some of that pretty pussy again.” “Yeah, boy,” Polanski called through the duct, “Taking both our kielbasas means you’re ready for another game I like even better than choking called fisting.” Brody hit Polanski on his forehead again, but Chris had already rounded his first corner and his head was busy sorting through his options. All that stuff his brother had told him came back. Plan B. Look for a way out. They were going to kill him, he was certain of that, so how was he going to make an escape. Here he was, naked crawling through ductwork. If he manage to get out he’d be running down the street naked yelling for help. Well, that was the least of his problems. From the moment both of the men had their hands on him, he felt they were never going to let him out of their site even for one second. Except now. It had to be now or never. Looking at the map there was one tunnel that led to the HVAC system’s main unit in the basement. If he got down to there, he might be able to crawl out one of the basement windows. He scurried the direction he was sure was the route to the basement. It didn’t take him long but once he got down to the basement level he found the only vent into the room was sealed with a grate. He stomped his foot at it. It didn’t budge. He tried again and again, making an awful racket. Brody shouted into the vent what was the matter? He kick against the grate with all his might and it popped off. Nothing, he shouted back. He saw a rat and had to scare it away. He slipped out of the vent and landed on the cold cement. The floor was kind of sticky and slippery. In the dim room he saw the basement windows glowing from the outside streetlights. He went over to one of the windows and unlatched it. It was a lot narrower than he thought, only about six inches high. He was small but not that narrow. Plan B. He walked over to the staircase and again felt the floor was slick and sticky. Once he climbed to the top of the stairs he tried to open the basement door but it was bolted. There wasn’t a latch he could open. A key had to be used to open the door on either side. There must be a key down here somewhere. He felt around for the light switch and flipped it on. The basement was a horror show! Four bodies in various stages of dismemberment were tied to metal folding chairs all facing each other. They were all naked. A blond woman with several knife wounds on various parts of her body was nearest to the stairs. The crooked cop, the one Chris now recognized from the Disney photo, was as big as Brody, was tied up next to her. His neck was sliced ear to ear. Most of the floor’s blood looked to be his, although each family member contributed to the gore. The oldest boy was the one Polanski had talked about. Three of his fingers on his left hand and all the fingers on his right were clipped by garden sheers lying bloodied on the ground. His neck was also sliced. But what was done to the little kid that freaked him out the most, caused him to give up on this particular plan B, of getting out through the basement. As Chris got back into the vent he tried to un-see what he’d seen. The kid he was so envious of? No one deserved a fate like that. In the dark, he follow the map again. He tried to keep his mind on the task at hand, but he kept seeing the kid’s agonized face. Both ears had been clipped, his blond hair matted in red blood. In his mouth, his ears peeked out. As Chris got close to his goal, where there was an X on the map, one glimpse, one flash he tried to push away, but couldn’t: the imprinted image of kid’s bloody crotch. His eyes refused to focus on the particulars of where the blood had come from. He didn’t need to. He knew. Then there, in front of him, was the black briefcase. What kind of psychopaths was he dealing with? What reason could they have to produce such a nightmare? He flipped the clasps and opened it in the narrow vent. Stacks of hundreds neatly lined the case. He was no math wiz, but a quick count of rows times columns times ten stacks deep. The crooks had two million reasons. There was a banging on the metal, and Brody shouted what was taking so long. While he gazed at the money, he shouted he’d gotten to a dead end and got lost. He closed the clasps and turned around in the vent. He added that the map wasn’t accurate but he’d found the briefcase. He was freaked but he knew he couldn’t show it. As he started retracing his steps, he saw there were streaks of blood he’d trailed in from the basement. He had to wipe it off. He re-opening the briefcase and took out a couple of hundreds and cleaned his feet. He had a couple of spots on his knees and hands too, so he took out another couple of bills and wiped himself off with those. It didn’t take long to get back to Brody and Polanski. He pushed the briefcase out and Polanski grab it. Polanski couldn’t help himself and cracked the briefcase. All three of them stared at the contents. Brody was the first to speak. “Holy mother of Christ.” He put his hand on Chris’ butt and started rubbing it. “I think this calls for a celebration fuck. Who’s up for a nightcap?” They flashed glances at one another, and Brody took his finger and felt up Chris’ hole. “Ah, boy. We’re going to have to give you a special reward.” Brody and Polanski shared an evil grin. While they were climbing the stairs back to the bedroom, Brody asked, “So the map was really off?” “Big time,” Chris answered. “The stuff wasn’t where the X was and the layout wasn’t right. That’s what took me so long.” Brody set the briefcase next to the door. “So,” said Brody, “whiskeys on the house.” Chris asked if he could have one. “Sure,” Polanski said. “You earned it, didn’t he Brody?” Brody gave a nod. Chris trotted into the bathroom and brought back a glass. Brody had taken off his boxers and was playing absently with his enormous member. Polanski was around. “Where’s Nick?” he asked starting to pour drinks. “Dunno,” Brody responded, staring at the TV. Johnny Carson was joking around with Joan Rivers. “Hey,” he said lumbering off the bed, “We need a better show. How ‘bout you entertain us while you entertain us?” “Huh?” asked Chris as he poured the final glass. “I want to see how Manetti played with you while we play with you. I got the tape downstairs.” He went to fetch it. He had only a few seconds. Manetti’s drug box was on the cart. He opened it and took out the bottle of G and spit the contents between two of the drinks. He replaced the vial in the box, just when Polanski reappeared. “Crisco!” the man announced. “Promise I’m gonna curl your toes.” Chris gave Polanski his shark smile. “I feel ‘em curling already.” He handed Polanski his whiskey. Brody came in holding the VHS tape and popped it in the VCR and pushed play. Chris handed him his drink, as the familiar grunts of Manetti fucking him played in the background. Brody held up his glass. “We, who are about to die, salute you.” They both looked at Chris and each of them downed their glasses in one gulp. The two men squished their faces. Chris followed suit and stuck out his tongue making a gah sound, which made the men laugh. Polanski grabbed the almost empty bottle. “How about a chaser for a job well done, and to the newest member of our gang.” He divided the remains between them. “Bottoms up!” They raised their glasses again and kicked them back. “Okay, bottom. Up!” he ordered Chris. “On your back, head here,” Polanski barked. “Knees up.” Not used to hard alcohol, the whiskey got to Chris’ head pretty quickly. Combined with the earlier crystal, he was starting to feel spaced and horny. He got on the bed, listening to Manetti fuck him on TV. He forced his mind not to think about Manetti, but focused instead on Polanski. Even though he didn’t like the guy he was a sexy fucker. Brody knelt next to him and pushed his head toward his erection. Polanski greased two fingers and slipped them into Chris’ asshole. It felt good to have Polanski in his chute. Not liking him somehow made him harder. He bore down on Polanski’s fingers and took them right down to the knuckles. Polanski said to Brody, “This kid’s a natural. Look at this.” He greased up four fingers and slipped them with no resistance into Chris. Brody gave out an excited moan. “How ‘bout being a real pig, kid. Eat daddy’s hole.” He raised himself from feeding Chris his dick and lifted one leg over Chris’ head and sat his hairy butt on his face. “Dig in there, pig boy. Clean daddy’s dingleberries.” He complied eagerly, using his hands to spread Brody’s cheeks further apart, using his tongue to untangle each strand of clotted hair. The closer he came to Brody’s asshole, the more hardened fecal matter he found. Polanski added his thumb and Chris felt his whole hand pressing at his entrance. Again, he bore down and his asslips swallowed all of Polanski’s hand. “Woo-ee,” shouted Polanski. He wasn’t patient or caring like Manetti, he didn’t wait for Chris to adjust to his hand, just began pulling his hand out and pushing it back in again. Chris yowled under Brody’s ass each time Polanski yanked out his hand. He raised his hand to tell Polanski to take it easy, but Brody grabbed them both. Brody’s ass was firmly on his face, and the big man started rutting impatiently for Chris to get his tongue deeper his hole. When Chris traced his tongue around his asslips, the man gave out a huge farted. The skin vibrated lewdly on his mouth and Brody grabbed his head so Chris couldn’t get away. The smell was foul but he was stuck smelling it. Polanski was picking up the pace, pulling one of Chris’ legs over his muscular shoulders to get Chris to spread of his legs wider. The violent punching was winning. The helplessness of being pinned up such a big hair butt and his legs force apart while his hole was being wrecked, caused Chris to surrender completely. Polanski took the surrender to increase his attack, pulling out fiercely. He stopped for a second to admire the red pedals of the rosebud he was creating. “That’s it boy, push!” shouted Polanski, tapping on the rectum that was coming out of its hole. “I want some of that,” Brody said woozily, getting off Chris’ face. He scuttled down to Polanski and each man took one of Chris’ legs and pulled him apart. “Look, this little fuck still has a boner.” He looked at Chris who was wiping bits of Brody’s shit off his face. “You gonna let us do whatever we want to you, ain’t ya, boy?” Chris nodded. Brody greased his big paw and stuck four fingers into Chris. His hand was too big to get, but Brody stubbornly kept pushing his paw against Chris’ resisting hole. “Give it up, boy.” “I can’t,” Chris said. “It’s too big.” That only made Brody more determined. He leaned into the boy, and forced his fist in. Chris gave out a cry of extreme pain. His torso shot up trying to expel Brody’s huge mitt, but Brody twisted and prodded his hole enjoying the spasms he was causing Chris to endure. The hand popped out of the boy as he fell back on the bed. “You pussy,” said Brody, with weary eyes. “Let’s try that again. Daddy likes depth. C’mon, open your cunt for daddy.” His hand shot into Chris again, and though it was agonizing, Chris felt his rectum was prepared this time to accommodate the invasion. Brody was even rougher than Polanski, more aggressively tunneling deep into his hole. Polanski watch amused, though his breath was increasingly labored and shallow. Brody laid flat on his side to reach into Chris’ hole, Polanski fell from his knees to one butt cheek. He looked at Chris’ hard on and reached out and smacked the kid’s balls. The kid jumped but Brody’s fist in his ass held his in place. Polanski slapped his balls again, then took a fist and punched him in the nuts. Chris’ ass muscles reacted by baring down hard on Brody’s wrist and that egged Brody on to go in deeper. Chris’ intestines could accept any more of the girth of Brody’s hand, yet Brody’s face showed that a little thing like Chris’ anatomy wasn’t going to stop him. “The goal is the heart of the boy, and you’re going to give it to me,” stated Brody as he pushed in another inch. Polanski didn’t let up punching Chris in the balls. Chris’ head was back on the bed struggling to resist these two psychopaths, his hands flying in the air. There was a bounce on the bed. He looked over to see Polanski laying on his side. Brody looked at Polanski laying there, said, “Lightweight.” He pushed himself up on his side and pulled one of Chris’ legs over his fleshy shoulder. He stop for a second and examined the bottom of Chris’ foot. His face displayed his puzzlement. “Boy,” he said having a hard time put words together, “why have you got a red foot?” His mystified expression suddenly sparked with a dull anger. He pulled up Chris’ other foot. “You been someplace you shouldn’t.” There was such an ominous tone, Chris knew the man figured out where he’d been. “I’m gonna fuckin’...rip your heart...out of your…” The big man went down. Chris laid there for a moment. Brody’s hand was still far up his colon. He felt his fingers slightly twitching. His balls ached painfully, he was sure Polanski had damaged him. He started trying to pull his chute off of Brody’s hand, but at first only managed to pull Brody along with him as he slid across the bed. Without realizing it he found himself on the bed’s edge, his hand gave out under him, and he fell backward landing on his back. The quick, forceful drop pulled Brody’s whole hand out of him in one go, and also pulled out of Chris a gut-wrenching shriek. He now had that empty feeling once again, but this time he was very happy about it. The bedroom phone rang on the nightstand behind his head. The digital clock showed it was just after two o’clock. He knew who it was. He picked up the receiver without saying anything, just listening. “Do you have it?” Master Drax said on the other end of the line. “Yes,” Chris answered. There followed a long pause so long, Chris thought the connection was lost. Then Master Drax continued. “Are they dead?” He leaned over Polanski who hadn’t move since he fell over. He got in close to see if he was breathing. He was, but just barely. His lips were blue and his skin very white. Brody was breathing hard, but Chris had noticed he was always breathing hard. “No, but they don’t look good.” “Bring me what you found in the ventilation system. Leave the briefcase. It will attract undue attention to you. Put the contents in your bag and bring it to me.” Brody started to stir. Chris stepped back in alarm. The large man raised up on one hand, then vomited all over the bed. He looked around the room disoriented, saw Chris, tried to focus, but his eyes closed and he collapsed into his mess. “Leave them. Move quickly, child.” There was a click, and then dial tone. Chris went in the bathroom and splashed water on his face, then all the mess off his ass. What was he going to wear? His clothe in the washer were wet probably. He ran into the large walk-in closet. Half the clothes were the wife’s, and the other half were the dead officer’s, all way too big for him. A bright red jogging suit with white stripes hung next to the door. It was also way too big, but there was a belt rack on the back of the door. He could cinched up the waist with one of them. He grabbed the jogging suit, which uncovered the officer’s holster and police revolver. He wished he’d found that before. Now it seemed after the fact. He put the briefcase and his gym bag on the bed and began transferring the money. He looked over at Polanski. He’d quit breathing. All the money fit with a little room left over. He ran downstairs to the garage and got his damp clothes out of the washer. Sprinting back upstairs he stopped off in Eddie’s bedroom, found his sneakers, and sat on the kid’s bed tying his shoes. He went back into the bedroom to fetch the bag, when Brody rolled over the side of the bed with great effort, but even more determination. He stood teetering, blocking the door. “You little fuck,” he said, looming menacingly, taking one step at a time toward Chris. Chris back up with each step he took, but there wasn’t anywhere he could run. He was cornered. He jumped up on the bed, but the big man grabbed his foot and Chris tumbled off onto the floor, banging his head on the closet door. The man stumbled toward him. Chris scrambled up and backed into the closet, closing the door behind him. He grabbed the holster and moved to the back of the closet, far away the door. The door flew open and Brody charged at him with a monstrous roar intent on tearing him limb from limb. Chris pulled the Glock out of its holster, clicked off the safety, and emptied six bullets in the man’s stomach. Brody was knocked backwards with each strike, but still stood his ground, taller and now madder than ever. “I’m fucking gonna reach inside you and tear out your lungs.” He charge again at Chris, grabbed Chris by the neck and lifted him to the ceiling. Chris unloaded nine more rounds, first hitting his shoulder, his arm, his chest, and, finally feeling his throat about to snap, shot him between the eyes. He kept pulling the trigger long after the gun was empty. Brody fell backward dropping Chris to the floor. His body made a loud thump. As he sprawled, arms wide, on the emerald green shag carpeting, red streams of blood slowly spread in all directions. Chris slowly stood up, still in shock. It wasn’t till the heavy revolver slipped out of his hand that his flight instinct took over. He jumped over the dead man, snatched up his gym bag, and sped out of the house never looking back. A black Camaro sat at the curb. Its engine gunned once as Chris approached it with mounting dread. At curbside he bent down to view the driver and his fate. Inside a large shark-tooth grin spread from ear to ear. “Nice work, Chief,” Manetti said holding the wheel, gunning the engine again. “Love the outfit. Red's definitely suits you. Get in.” Chris did. The car squealed down the street, wheels smoking, laying eight feet of rubber minutes before the cops arrived triggered by several reports of gun fire.

back then was all about the aids look, nothing hotter than a muscle boy with ks lesions showing

hell yes i did

PART FIVE I jolted a bit when Sam's fingers first went inside me. "Oh, sorry mate" said Sam and pulled me a bit closer towards his lap. I felt his fingers move deeper inside me and I felt pain in my ass, "It's because we didn't use too much lube babe, I'll use proper stuff next time round". As I reached back to steady myself I couldn't help but stroke his cock more. I needed it again. "Did you enjoy that babe?" He asked as I squirmed on his fingers. Although I'd initially found it painful, I was really starting to enjoy having his fingers inside me & was starting to wish I had more in there. "I loved it, was I OK?" I asked as I stroked his face. He was so masculine and sexy. "You were incredible babe, in all honesty one of the best guys I've ever been with. I've never felt so much passion with a guy, especially on my first time with him" "You're too sweet" I replied before kissing him deeply again. "I can't wait to have you inside me again, and I LOVE when you call me babe" My ass started feeling so empty even though I had two fingers inside me. I thought I'd felt horny before when the E had really taken hold but somehow I was even worse now. Even though I'd been stroking Sam's cock while we were kissing, he wouldn't be ready as he'd only cum about 10 minutes before. Taking matters into my own hands I managed to fit another of Sam's fingers inside me as I smiled cheekily at him. "How long til you're ready to go again my man? I need your cock & cum inside me again" Sam gave me a smile, I was that far gone I didn't realise that it held an ulterior motive. "You've become quite the slut now haven't you?" "Maybe I have" I giggled spacily. "We're gonna have a hell of a time while your wife is away" "Oh God, fuck her, for the next few days I'm your wife" I replied "Mmmm I like the sound of that" and I jumped off his hand and went back to sucking his cock. My ass hadn't been completely clean when we fucked (I obviously wasn't expecting it that night) but I didn't care what condition it was in or how dirty Sam's cock was. My ass was on fire & the only thing that could put it out was my sexy man's dick. "Take your shirt off, I wanna see that sexy chest of yours" I demanded between deep breaths as I sucked him as deep as I could. "I still haven't seen all of my man yet" As Sam pulled his shirt off, he wiped his fingers on his shirt. I could see a little blood on them but it didn't register, I just assumed it was from him taking my cherry. What did register was that he had tatts on his upper arm, they looked familiar, some form of tribal design. looking up at him with this incredible aching in my ass & desire through my whole body, I knew that I'd made the right choice in sleeping with this sexy older man. I could sense that he was just about hard enough to fuck me soo I worked his cock with one hand and my mouth. My ass was desperate to have something inside me so I started fingerfucking myself with my free hand. I couldn't help but feel disappointed that I could only fit three of my fingers inside, I needed so much more. "I'm just about ready babe, let's go to my bedroom where the lube is." He lifted me to my feet and pointed me towards the bedroom. "You go first, I wanna watch you walk there." I walked to the bedroom swaying my ass seductively as I'd seen my wife do so sexily before as I looked over my shoulder. "You're such a great little slut babe". Him saying that made me feel so good inside, like I'd never felt. I couldn't wait to pleasure him again. He reached into his bedside table, pulled out a jar & started lathering his cock with the contents and rubbing my needy hole. "You don't have a bottle of lube?" "Nah, it broke open one time so I put the contents into this jar" "Sexy, funny & clever. No wonder I love you so much" I whispered huskily. Even though I was professing my love for Sam, all I was fixated on was his cock and how much I needed him inside my ass. I was a complete whore & it didn't worry me one bit. As I lay on my back Sam pulled me to the edge of the bed and I squealed in delight. He spread my legs and I'd never felt so vulnerable but also never wanted something so much in my life. I tried my hardest to concentrate but all I could do was gaze dreamily up at Sam with my legs wrapped round him. He pressed the bulging head of his cock inside me and I was so happy. "Mmmm, your cock feels different this time around" I moaned as I stroked his muscly arms. "I've got lube on my cock this time babe, I didn't last time remember?" he said with a gleam in his eye. "Oh yeah, I never knew that dicks could feel differently inside you" "You'll learn plenty over the next few days," Sam replied as he pushed his cock balls deep inside me. "It'll definitely change your life" I gasped as I took him all the way inside and bit my lip as he pressed himself totally down on me. "I can't wait", I whispered in his ear END OF PART FIVE