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YOUNG RIPPED BOY MEETS HIS IDOL I’m Damian, I’m 18 years old and very ripped with a nice big dick. My tanned skin tone defines my muscles perfectly. I thank my Moroccan dad for that My ripped body is the result of doing calisthenics since my 13th. I started with training after seeing videos on IG from a group of friends doing and explaining calisthenics. I haven’t really figured out if I like boys or girls, but I had a crush one of the boys from the group; His name was Zane, he was 16 y/o back then and had a ripped body. Last Friday I was training in the park. It was very sunny day so I was only wearing shorts and shoes. I just started a dead hang when I heard someone say “WOW! Looking good”. When I looked over I saw my idol Zane standing there. I ended my exercise and answered “Thanks bro! Your vids gave me the motivation”. This was the start of a conversation about calisthenics and healthy diets. After 20 minutes he asked me if I wanted to meet the group and maybe do a few trainings videos together. I answered with ‘YES!’ We talked some more while walking to Zane’s house. We entered a building and took the lift to the upper floor. When the doors open I was totally amazed by his penthouse. It was huge, had a huge balcony with a swimming pool. Zane pulled of his shirt revealing his ripped body covered in a few large tattoo’s. He must have caught me staring, but he ignored it. He then went to the fridge and took out two bottles of gatorade and handed me one. What I didn’t knew was that they are laced with G and crushed up viagra. I walked around the room and saw a tray with several syringes on it, so I asked him what it was. Zane stuttered a bit and told me they are special vitamin shots he developed himself to get more ripped. “Can I try one?” I asked him. Zane shook his head and then answered “It very strong stuff!”. “PLEASE! I do anything to try it!” I pleaded. Zane softly replied “Yeah! This stuff will”. After several pleas he gave in and told me to sit in the chair. He took a small rubber hose and tied it around my bicep. He found a good vein and swabbed the area. I felt a prick and then saw him shooting the contents in my vein. He than raised my arm and removed he rubber band. A warm rush came over me and I started the cough loudly. When it hit my brain my inhibitions washed away. I looked over to Zane’s hot body and blurted “You are so fucking hot, Bro!”. I couldn’t understand why I said that out loud, but he grinned and replied “So are you!”. Zane told me that he had to get something and walked away. While he was away I became very horny and couldn’t stop touching my body. My hands when down inside my shorts and I started to stroke my rock-hard cock. When Zane came back I had removed my shorts completely and stroked my cock with two hands. “Are you enjoying yourself” Zane asked, but I could only moan in reply. “Shall I show you something that makes this feeling better?” he asked. I was so horny that I nodded. Zane kneeled before me and told me to pull up my legs. He wetted his fingers and then slowly pushed one finger slowly inside. It felt amazing and after several minutes he added another finger. I was in ecstasy when he started to move his fingers around. After a while he pulled them out, took 2 big shard from a baggie and put them on his fingertips before sliding them back in. I began to moan because it burn. “Just relax it will subside” Zane said while adding a third finger. After several minutes the burning stopped and my ass began to open up. Zane worked a fourth finger inside me and then continued opening my ass before pulling out. I pleaded him to put them back, but he told me that he had something that will feel a 100 times better. He then removed his shorts, lubed his dick up with some spit and placed a big shard into his piss slit. He aligned himself better and placed the head of his cock in my gaping hole. With one thrust he rammed his cock deep in me but got blocked by my inner-ring. I let out a yell and a grunt because of his invasion. He then began to push forward against the ring. I started to moan louder as he increased the pressure. Slowly my inner-ring started to open up. When Zane felt this he let out a stream of piss and deposited the big shard behind the ring before pulling out. He then pushed another shard in my ass before pushing his cock back in. While my ass was burning he started to pump his cock in and out. After a few minutes the burning stopped and I started to moan louder and louder. With every stroke his cock stretched the inner-ring before it gave way and letting his huge cock sink ball deep. The feeling of his cock engulfed by my warm insides put Zane over the edge. He began to grunt loudly, his balls tightend and his dick started to swell up, just before shooting a huge load deep in my ass. I could feel my insides filling up with his warm cum. When Zane was done he began to piston fuck my ass so hard that his creamy cum began to flowed out of my ass with every stroke. He kept fucking me for more than 40 minutes straight and loaded me up another 4 times. When he pulled out we heard the front door open and 6 hot athletic boys between the ages of 19 en 22 came in. “I would like you to meet my crew” Zane said. The boys didn’t hessite and stripped naked. I felt like a kid in a candy shop seeing at all these ripped body’s. While looking at them something caught my eye; every boy had a tattoo on the base of their cock. And when Zane stood up I saw it also on his cock. It looked like a biohazard sign. But before I could think about the meaning, I was grabbed by two of the boys who took me to a playroom with a huge bed, 2 slings and lots of toys. I was put in one of the slings and while they secured me I saw the others coming in. “Time for another vitamin shot” said Zane, and before I knew it I felt him removing the band which resulted in a strong rush and coughing harder than the first time. I saw how the other boys also administer their slams. After coughing 2 of them grabbed a videocamera and started recording. A hot 21 y/o boy walked towards me and rammed his hard cock deep in me. I screamed but he kept on brutally pounding my ass. After a while the pain started to change in pleasure again and I started to moan. After he shot his huge load deep in me he was replaced by another boy. The last one was the youngest (19 y/o) but with an enormous cock (13 inch / 33 cm). His fucking was so intense that I came twice and without hands. After he pulled out my open ass started to ooze cum so they closed my hole up with a big butt plug. They helped me out of the sling and moved me to the bed, where i lay surrounded by 7 hot boys. I was still hard and my cock was pointing straight up. One of them saw this and got up and slid in one go over my cock before riding it hard. When I said that I was about to cum he kept on riding me and squeezing my cum out of my cock. I came 2 times in his ass before he got off. Part 2 is coming soon

I’m currently on holiday in Gran Canaria and only discovered the sex clubs till now! I visited one late last night when my friends were asleep. The minute I walked in I could smell sex in the air, I quickly undressed and entered the dark labyrinth and saw about 6 guys fucking two hot bottoms. I walked past and felt the one bottom’s ass and it was so wet, I had to slide in and feel it! I ended up fucking him with 3 other guys, then moved on to another areas where a short Latin guy came up to me, starting sucking me then turned around and guided my cock into his beautiful peachy ass. I was in heaven, fucked his wet ass and could feel previous loads leaking out, which drove me over the edge and I came deep inside him. I don’t do drugs, but all the sex and sexual male energy gave me such a high that I was a walking hardon! All I wanted to do was fuck like an animal. I fucked about 5 guys and the last one was part of a couple; the bttm was a tall blonde muscle guy, his bf the opposite with dark hair, the blonde was on his back, his big legs open for guys to just fuck him. It was so hot watching this big guy spreading his legs with his wet hole available for anyone, his bf pulled me closer and asked me if I want to breed his bf. I said yes, he then lead my cock to his hole and I slid in, it was so wet and warm and loose! I couldn’t believe how great it felt fucking this man. The three of us kissed insatiably then suddenly his bf pulled my cock out and said to the darker bf he needs to feel my cock! Before I knew it, the darker one put himself between us and just took my cock into his wet hole. It was so horny and carnal, fucking him deep then he asked me to cum…. I came deep in him, he pulled me out and put my wet cock into his bf’s hole. He then squated over the bf and he fed him my load. I was on such a sex high, the first ever feeling of this kind in my life! What have I been missing out! When I’m back in London, I will be looking into the sex club scene - any tips guys?

@Bcurious Welcome to gay sex paradise! There are at least a dozen sex clubs like that in Gran Canaria. Most of them are in and around Yumbo Centre. Right now, it´s a very low season. May after the Pride week and June are practically dead here. If you think you scored big and you are high on the sex you had last night, wait until the season picks up again in July. July is known to be mostly bi men but a lot of Scandinavians are coming over. August is the French and Italians. And from September to May is open season. You say you saw 6 guys fucking two bottoms... Wait until you go to Construction and see 200+ men fucking ... it usually picks up towards end of June. At any rate, glad you discovered the joys of GC sex clubs. Once you come to GC and experience the sex clubs here, only Berlin can top it up. Nowhere else you get what we have here, so enjoy it and make the most of it. Happy fucks!

Paul was about to snap. Seven years in prison can do that to you and the letter he held in his hand had devastated him He was tall and thin, with long ginger hair, soft brown eyes, pale skin and a nice round ass. When he had first arrived here he had been “protected” by the prison’s top dog Tony Santorin, a man with significant influence both inside and outside of the prison’s walls. The price of that protection was Paul’s ass Paul was gay and had been no virgin at the time. Under different circumstances he may have even found Tony attractive. Tony had been there when they had brought Paul in along with several other new inmates on a bus,tp the prison and had inspected them all “This one, he’s a pretty girl” he told the guard and shook his hand, Paul noticed the folded money that passed to the guard with that hand shake. The “pretty girl” comment made him blush but Paul knew that despite his more than ample cock and preference to be on top he came across as feminine to most men. That combination had landed him here in prison but he hadn’t known that yet Paul had been assigned as Tony’s new cell mate. Tony's cell was on the top level and the last in a row. It had been meant to house eight men but Tony and Paul had it all to themselves, It was actually comfortably furnished with a queen sized bed, two large comfortable chairs and a small dining table as well as a shower and toilet area hidden by screens “The warden owes me some favors” was all Tony said when Paul asked how he managed all this Paul could hear a low conversation that he was sure had been timed for his arrival. A good looking blond man had been grabbed as he walked towards the door to Tony’s cell and dragged into the adjoining cell by a huge bruit of a man. What are you doing Sal? You know Tony will have you killed for touching me!” the blond man said in a squeaky, frightened voice “Tony got tired of all your pouting and demands, he doesn’t need you any more, he has a new and far prettier girl now. He gave you to me so get used to being my bitch" a low voice said “I won’t put up with your shit. If you piss me off I will just hand you over to Carl over in Block C. Now get on your knees and show me how grateful you are for my protection. You better convince me you love me and my cock because Block C is just waiting for some fresh meat” A moment later Paul heard the sound of someone gagging and choking for a while followed by grunts of pain and bunk bed springs squeaking accompanied by that same low voice saying “I’m not a gentle lover like Tony. I like it to hurt so moan for me butch” and so on as the blond man adjusted to his new reality and moaned loudly “Block C must be terrible” Paul thought with a shudder That night he didn’t fight or protest when Tony took him to bed. He did his best to please the man in every way he could. Paul was no fool Tony was a gentle lover but when you are that hung you almost have to be, Paul had been tied up and brutally fucked by five well hung guys and not been as sore as he was the next day He had thought he would not be there long because he was innocent of the embezzlement charges that had been brought against him. Millions of dollars had vanished without a trace on his watch but Paul had no idea how. A few months later, when the court of appeals declined his case, his last hope had died Another blow came when his husband Martin had come for a visit. He had given Martin temporary guardianship of his three sons as their mother was dead Bobby was 11, Mike was 10 and Marc was 9. They all were the spitting image of their dad with his hair, eyes and build. The way things were set up, if he was still in prison then his oldest Bobby would get full custody of his younger siblings when he turned 18. Martin was just a temporary guardian. The money he had inherited from his father a couple years ago made it no burden to take care of the three boys and as Paul had no other living blood relatives. There had been no real choice “I came to tell you I am filing for divorce. Don’t worry. I will take care of the boys. They should not suffer because of you” Martin had told him Paul knew that while the boys adored their “Uncle Martin” that the man he had married was just fond of them. He didn’t like kids in general but was a good enough actor that the boys never caught on that he had tolerated them to be with Paul “I hope you appreciate the favor I am doing for you” Martin said “I could just walk away and let the foster care system take them” The divorce had been finalized quickly, all Paul cared about was that his kids were taken care of so he didn’t fight it. Tony got tired of him after a couple years and he was passed down the line of his lieutenants but eventually he found out just how bad Block C really was Carl Anderson was a large, hugely muscled, brutal looking, bald man who ruled Block C with a combination of brute force and by lending out “his boys” to men who pleased him He kept Paul as his personal bitch when he got to Block C The first thing he had made Paul do is kneel and kiss the head of his huge, vein covered, uncut cock while he ran a finger around the tattoo on his stomach. The tattoo looked evil, a biohazard symbol dripped what looked like cum mixed with blood onto the words “The Gift” written in a toxic green shade Carl smirked when he saw Paul’s eyes widen “That’s right pretty boy, kiss the cock that is going to give you HIV, worship it, open up those lips and suck it so it gets nice and hard for your first breeding” the man whispered in a surprisingly silky, sultry, sexy voice Carl put a hand behind his head and forced that toxic cock into his mouth while his other hand found his nipple and twisted with cruel fingers. Paul’s cock got rock hard despite the fear running through his mind When Carl was fully hard he forced Paul onto his back in the middle of his cell’s floor and then noticed Paul's rock hard cock that was almost as big as his own “Someone wants my gift I think” He smirked as he got between Paul’s legs and lifted them to his shoulders “Well want it or not I’m going to give it to you” and with that he pushed in balls deep Paul writhed in pain, Carl had the largest cock he had ever taken, even bigger than Tony's and the man gave him no time to adjust. Within seconds Carl was fucking him so hard that his huge, low hanging, lemon sized balls were swinging up to smack his ass crack with every thrust As Carl shredded his hole with his toxic fuck stick Paul’s cock dripped pre, the violent fucking he was getting was making it fly all over, some pf it even hitting him in the face “Here it comes, pretty boy! Here comes my viral seed to knock you up! I know you want it bad and I’m giving it to you. Take my poz load” Carl grounded then he leaned down and kissed Paul as hi fired ropes of HIV tainted cum into the neg man’s defenseless ass Paul’s cock twitched violently as he came without touching himself and they lay together kissing and trying to catch their breath. Carl fucked him twice more before he finally let Paul up Carl was fucking him four and five times a day for the next few weeks and when Paul got sick foru weeks from their first fuck, Carl had him moved to his cell and took care of him himself until he felt better The men of Block C were a little surprised as Carl had never shared a cell with anyone before. He kept Paul with him and fucked him constantly but the guys assumed it would be over soon when Carl resumed breeding every new boy who came to the Block They found out how wrong they were when one idiot asked for Paul as a reward for a favor he had done Carl The man spent the next week in the hospital Block after Carl beat the hell out of him. No one ever asked for Paul’s services again Paul grew to care for Carl, even love him, and as much as the situation allowed they were a couple “If I was ever going to get out of here I would marry you” Carl whispered in his ear as he held Paul one dark night “You were the first man who ever wanted my gift and I fell in love with you right then and there” Carl had three life sentences for his crimes. Paul never asked what he had done. he didn’t want to know “I would be honored to marry you if we could” he whispered back. Paul had grown to love this man slowly as he had opened up and let Paul see his gentle soul inside No one knew that sometimes when the lights were out that Carl would sometimes quietly bottom for Paul beneath the covers, They would spoon and pretend to be asleep as Carl pushed back on Paul and they gently rocked until Paul shot off inside his lover, then Carl would roll over and kiss him till they fell asleep Unlike Carl, Paul came up for parole every two years after his 4th year inside. He was denied at 6 years and Carl consoled him though he didn’t really seem that upset himself. Paul knew Carl wanted to keep him there A year later a letter arrived from his oldest son Bobby who had never written him before. It read: Dear Dad; I’m sorry I have never written before. Uncle Martin said you didn’t want to hear from us and that you didn’t love us anymore. I believed him just like I used to believe everything he said. He was so great with us and always took good care of me and my brothers. That all changed for me when I turned 18 a few months ago He took me out for dinner on my birthday and said it was a date. I thought he was joking because he knows I am straight but he wasn’t. He told me I now had custody of my two brothers because you had set it up that way. He said that he could legally just throw mw out and Mike and Marc would have to go with me Marc has some health issues and his medications are expensive. Uncle Martin said if he throws us out he will also remove us from his health insurance. I have never even had a part time job. Without Uncle Martin I would not have a penny and I could not take care of my them I’m not well liked in this town. I have kind of been a bully and an asshole to most of the people here, Uncle Martin never punished me or even corrected me. He never made me do my school work so I barely graduated. I don’t think anyone here would hire me and if I move II have to take Mike and Marc with me Uncle Martin says since we are not blood related that he is going to make me marry him, He says once we are married he’s going to start fucking me, That I will be his wife and slave Dad, he has HIV and he says he is going to get me pregnant with it. Even worse, he’s going to force Mike to be his slave on his 18th birthday and then infect him too. Mike is as straight as I am but he loves Marc so Uncle Martin can force him the same way he is forcing me He says he will take Marc as a slave as well when he turns 18. That’s been his plan since he married you, he says but you would not be dominated by him. You would not give him control, so he framed you for embezzlement. He didn’t inherit money, he stole it and made sure you took the blame. He’s doing his best to make sure you never get paroled as well He says as feminine as you were, you should just have accepted that you were meant to be his bottom and salve but you insisted on an equal relationship and even wanted to fuck him so he decided to get rid of you and enslave your sons when they got old enough. He’s crazy but what can I do? Marc has to have those medications for his Asthma or he could die. He also needs that EpiPen thing for his allergies Uncle Martin makes me dress in tight clothes he says are sexy and makes sure lots of people see us kissing in public. No one approves and someone even tried to have us arrested but the cop said we are not blood related and there is nothing illegal about what we are doing as long as we are both consenting adults The wedding is next week and I’m scared, dad. I’m even more frightened for my brothers. I can’t think of a way out of this, And Uncle Martin says he will throw us out if I warn them. Please write me back, Just knowing you still love me wll help, It hurt so much when Uncle Martin said you didn’t anymore. Send any replies to my friend’s house at the address listed below I love you dad Bobby Paul stared at the letter for a few moments then began to cry. Someone noticed and yelled “Hey Carl, your little sissy boy is crying” Carl was there in less than a minute. He paused and looked at a couple of his men “Take care of that asshole” he snarled and another idiot spent a week in the hospital Block You may not think that guys in prison, most of them career criminals would give a damn about a jail house romance but what Carl and Paul had was the envy of many of these men, Not the pm'y sex but the love and companionship they shared “What’s wrong baby?” Carl said sitting on the bed and putting those massive arms around him Pau showed him the letter and Carl gave a low whistle after he finished reading it Those are MY sons! He is claiming MY SONS as his slaves and there is not a damn I can do about it because I'm stuck in here" “We will figure something out Baby” Carl said. He had an idea but the cost would probably be so high he didn’t know if he could bring himself to do it. It also meant loosing the man he loved forever and Carl wondered if he could face life without his Paul **************************************************************************************************** Next Chapter: Bobby’s Wedding and Honeymoon Scanbu

Las Saturday night I was at party Mixed crowd and we were hays good time These two middle age couples approached me The wives said they had never saw two guys go to it. They knew I was a gay bottom Could the husbands fuck me while they watched well the drinks and curiosity got to me and I agreed Their house was two blocks away and off we went I got naked as well as the two husbands The two wives went done to bra and panties. no mention was made of condoms both husbands one after the other climbed on top of me and fucked me They both blew two loads in my ass. The wives really thought is was hot. They mentioned it that maybe we could do it again The one couple said there 23 year old son might want to join in too

Last friday evening i was in a gay bar. Nothing much happened until an older man started talking to me. And after some chitchat i felt his hand on my butt. I asked him if he wanted to go outside. Older men are a weakness of mine and i shouted 'yes' inside when he asked me to go to the alley behind the bar. It's a dark alley where nobody ever comes so i pulled my trousers down and bend over against a wall. A moment later i felt his hands on my hips and his foot pushing my legs apart. 'You want to be bred, boy?' he whispered in my ear. 'yes sir, please breed me, i need your cum', was enough to make him enter my ass ballsdeep. It felt great when he started fucking. While he told me i was a filthy slut i kept begging him to breed me. We were a perfect couple and after some minutes he shot his load deep inside me. When he walked away i stood there for a while and felt his seed dripping down my leg.

Bobby was almost sick to his stomach on his wedding day. Practically the entire town smirked condescending at him now as he went about town in skin tight shorts and crop tops, mostly light green orr some other bright color, He thanked god every day that pink clashed do horribly that not even a sadist would make him wear the color Uncle Martin picked his wardrobe and made up errands for him to do, every day His outfit today was a white tuxedo top with yellow lapels, lace trim and matching shorts that ended just above his knees. He wore white sneakers with laces and yellow socks that matched the lapels, The results were that a man who prided himself on his masculine good looks looked almost feminine as he walked down the aisle Uncle Martin said he would eventually love being embarrassed in public because eventually what his future husband/owners wanted would become his only concern Bobby constantly heard things like “I’m only giving you what you secretly want” or “You will come to see you deserve the things I do to you, you bring it on yourself with how you behave, this is all your fault” and the worst was when he would take Bobby’s hand, press it tp the huge bulge in his pants and say “Admit it, you want my cock in you, You dream of the day that I will slide it into you and breed you with my HIV for the first time” Bobby was still young and Uncle Martin had been his authority figure so long. Sometimes he almost believed he deserved what was going to happen to him. Uncle Martin had been such a good parent to him. his brothers. Other times Bobby remembered that he was straight and that he was being forced into this to save his brother. He hated kissing Uncle Martin in public. He hated that it was starting to feel good when Uncle Martin made him lean back against him and worked his nipples for hours on end. He hated that his nipples were getting slightly bigger and that after they were married Uncle Martin intended to make them grow even bigger somehow. What he hated the most though was that they had an appointment with a local tattoo artist who had smirkingly agreed to tattoo the words “Martin’s wife” in 2 inch high letters onto his ass Many of the people attending the wedding had been bullied or harassed by him at some time in the past, especially if he thought they were gay or too feminine He blushed as he heard snide comments like “Such a pretty girl” and “look at the blushing bride” from every queer he had ever bullied. This was revenge they never imagined they would get on him As he continued down the aisle he carried a bouquet of flowers in his hands the exact shade of yellow as his lapels and socks. He also had a veil hanging over his face from a matching garland of yellow flowers around his head. The outfit has cost a fortune to have custom made to be as embarrassing as possible, just to put Bobby in the right frame of mind as he gave in to Uncle Martin's sadistic desire to publicly humiliate him in front of those he had victimized He seemed to hear Uncle Martin’s insidious voice buzzing in his ear saying “You secretly want this, you deserve this, your are just getting back what you gave out. you made fun of those people because you secretly wanted to be like them” looped over and over filling his mind with confusion and doubt Uncle Martin waited in the front of the church and Bobby had to admit he was a handsome man. He had been six years younger that his dad when they had married and now was a very solid looking 33 years old, He had short dark brown hair and matching, neatly trimmed facial hair that framed his sensual red lips and beautiful silver green eyes. He was taller than Bobby by four inches at six foot three and out weighed him by 30 pounds of solid muscle. He body hair had just the faintest hint of auburn and was just right. Not too dense or thin. "No wonder Dad married him. I'm straight and I think he is the most handsome man I have ever seen" Bobby though as he joined his soon to be husband before the minister The ceremony went quickly as ““You secretly want this, you deserve this, your are just getting back what you gave out, you made fun of those people because you secretly wanted to be like them”” continued to loop over and over in his mind No one stood and objected to the marriage when asked and Bobby had no choice but to say “I do” at the appropriate times. The minister referred to him as “her” and “the bride” and their vows gave all the rights and privileges to Uncle Martin and all the duties and responsibilities to Bobby ****** When they finally got to the “You may kiss the bride” part Martin reached up to lift the veil. His fingers finding the hidden tiny speakers in the garland above Bobby's ears and crushed them, finally cutting off the loop of mind twisting manipulation and he kissed his new boi bride as the congratulations came from those in attendance. The fact that many sounded more like jeers than heart felt well wishes didn’t bother him at all As they continued he leaned forward and whispered in Bobby’s ear “You are mine now, you deserve everything I’m going to do to you and I will teach you to love it all. Did you ever stop to think when you were harassing all those guys that I am gay? I was married to your father who is not only gay but very feminine. Your two brothers are just like you and I’m going to teach you all respect and obedience. Yes, you absolutely deserve everything I’m going to do to all three of you” ******* Bobby paled, Uncle Martin, his new husband, was right. The two most important men in his life were gay and he had shown others like them no compassion at all. He remembered writing his father and begging him for help but did he even deserve that help? ******* Martin smiled as he saw his barb land. He didn’t give a fuck how Bobby and his brothers treated other gays. It was just another weapon in his game of manipulation, domination and control. A very useful weapon he would use to make them all submit and be his as they were meant to be ******* Bobby and Martin stayed at the reception just long enough not to be rude and then slipped out. They would spend their honeymoon at home in the custom dungeon Martin had spent years preparing and Bobby’s real training would begin there They stepped into the dungeon and the door shut with almost no click at all. The room was sound proof and they probably would need that sooner or later “Strip but be careful, hang up that outfit. I may want to make you wear it again someday Martin ordered “Uncle Martin I don’t…” was all Bobby got out before Uncle Martin slapped him across the face “First of all, in this room I an always to be addressed as Master or Sir. Second, when I give my wife/slave an order you will obey without question. This is not a democracy, You don’t get a say here. Now strip!” As he stripped Master said “I don’t want to hit you Bobby but you make me when you don’t follow orders. It’s your fault I have to punish you” in that silky, reasonable, insidious voice. Bobby nodded because it was starting to sink in and make a twisted kind of sense. He had questioned his Master. He deserved to be punished... No, no! This was wrong! Twisted and demeaning. He was a man! He was straight! He was only doing this to save his brother! He didn't want this... Did he? Master changed from his tuxedo to a pair of leather chaps tucked into the top of boots, leather gloves, a harness and a leather cap Bobby blanched when he saw the size of Master’s cock,\. He was more than adequately hung himself but Master was an inch longer and two inches bigger around, slightly bigger than a beer can in circumference and just shy of 11 inches long it bugged with ropey veins and was uncut and the head was pierced with a ring of acid green that had little black biohazard symbols running around it if you looked close enough. His balls, if anything, were large in proportion to his cock. They looked like they could produce cum by the cup, Nasty virus filled cum There was a table with a single chair next to the door. The chair had a black latex cock about the length and width of Master’s cock attached to the seat and there was a stack of papers on the table ******* Martin poured lube onto the latex dildo and rubbed it up and down spreading it, He knew Bobby didn't noticed a couple metal pieces that were smoothly part if the head of the toy He turned on a video camera and said “Sit on the chair and read those popes out loud". He wanted to capture the look on Bobby's face as he popped his own cherry on this toy Up until that point in his life Bobby had been a total anal virgin but when he hesitated Martin raised a hand as if to hit him and he squatted over the char, he knew better than to disobey again ******* Master was patient with Bobby as he gingerly worked the head of the toy into his ass grimacing in pain as it popped in. He slowly worked most of the length but when there was only about four inches left Master's leather booted foot swept his feet out from under him making him see stars as gravity completed the job After several minutes of swear words and deep breaths Bobby finally picked up the papers and started reading into the camera: “My name is Bobby, I am a consenting adult of legal aged and I attest to the following: My new husband who I willingly married today and will hence forth be called Master in this document has he wright to physically discipline me in any way he choses, at any time, for any reason or no reason at all “ Bobby read Master flipped a switch on the back of the chair and the toy started vibrating in Bobby’s ass. Then he jumped a little as h felt a tiny electric shock inside of him. Master put a firm hand on his shoulder, pushing him back down and said “keep reading" “ “Master has the right to control my life and my body, he may alter my cosmetic appearance with tattoos, piercings and suction devices. He may also alter my HIV status which at this time is negative. I fully understand that he is HIV positive and will not use a condom or pull out of me when he cums, I understand he will infect me with HIV and I accept it and consent to it” Bobby went on still winching at the occasional shocks The rest of the document was a list of various kinks that he was consenting to Bobby really hoped that they never did some of them. Master’s cock was scary enough, his fist would be even worse and Bobby had said he was willing to take both fists. He didn’t even think that was possible Sounding did not sound fun either. Spanking would probably happen but he had consented to floggings. Master had to be trying to scare him. This had to be a joke. He finished reading the document and Master shut off the camera “Master all that talking made me thirsty. May I get a drink of water?” Bobby asked Master smiled at him but didn’t answer. He took the papers and stacked them, putting them and the camera on a shelf a few feet away When he came back he stood next to Bobby, grabbed a handful of ginger hair and yanked his head back, turning his face towards that half hard cock Bobby’s mouth opened is surprise and Master put the head of his cock into his mouth then said “I’ll give you a drink and you better swallow every drop” Then he started to piss It was either drink or drown at that point. Bobby gulped down the terrine tasting piss managing to get it all “Good boy, I’m impressed” Master said letting go of his hair Bobby screwed up his face and Master laughed at him “Get used to it. You will be doing that at least once a day. When I have your brothers here too I doubt I will ever piss in a toilet again” Bobby’s face went flat at that though but he didn’t say anything and Master smiled “By the time they are old enough, you will be so dedicated to me that you will help me enslave them” he said confidently “Come with me” Master said and Bobby gingerly pulled himself off the dildo in his ass but not before he got one more tiny shock from it. He followed Master tp a device that looked like a strange, tilted table There were holes in strategic places and restraints on the sides Master tilted the table vertically and had Bobby stand with his back to it, his arms to the sides. His wrists were cuffed down and then straps were fed through to holes to secure his lower arms, his elbows and his upper arms. A strap went around his torso above his hips Master tilted the table flat and bent his legs up, spread wide and used straps just below his knees abd around his ankles to lock him into total immobility, bent in half, except for his head, His neg hole was totally exposed and vulnerable “My wife has such a pretty boi pussy, I’m going to enjoy getting you pregnant with my virus” Master said to his utterly helpless slave Bobby’s head was tilted back and a strap w Master tilted him back as as it stuck out beyond the edge of the table and a strap around his forehead held him in that position He heard what sounded like an electric motor start up accompanied by a hissing noise then Master pinch his nipples till they were erect. Then he felt a plastic tube surround each one and the motor’s hum increased as the suction started and got harder till he felt his nipples start to stretch down the tubes Master played with them for a while making sure they were secure then again tilted the table flat and stood in front of Bobby above his head “Open your mouth” He ordered and when Bobby obeyed he pushed his cock in and straight down his throat in one thrust. Bobby was suddenly choking with his nose buried in Master’s furry pubes Master casually fucked his throat for about 30 seconds before pulling out and letting him breathe. He did so slowly and Bobby was convinced it was so those massive balls didn't give him two black eyes. He repeated this process over and over till Bobby’s throat was starting to get raw His new husband walked to the other end of the table, putting it at an angle and stepping close “It’s time to consummate our marriage and get you pregnant with my HIV baby, There is nothing you can do about it now. I’m going to infect you” The toy had loosened him up and Bobby felt the head of that huge poz cock ease into his neg hole followed by a couple inches. He expected a brutal lunge but it didn’t come. Instead Master eased in slowly till he was all the way inside hos pubes tickling Bobby's cheeks. Master undid the strap on his forehead and kissed him almost tenderly as he started slowly sliding in and out, making Bobby shudder as his prostate was continually rubbed by that huge shaft Bobby was rock hard now the stimulation of his nipples and hole was too much for him and he became an almost mindless creature living in a world of pleasure and pain. His husband was making love to him and all he could do was enjoy the physical manipulation of his pleasure points ******* Martin looked down on his new wife as his cock slid in and out of his ass and and his cock swung, dripping pre onto his stomach. He had been waiting for this moment for years, The moment when he would poz the first of Paul’s sons and truly claim his first slave. Martin had always used his looks and dominant personality to get exactly what he wanted from people. Paul's refusal to go along with that domination had earned him his current place in prison and the loss of his sons. He had planned on enslaving all four from the beginning. He would have Paul till the boys got old enough at 18, then he would have them all. He had assumed that he could overcome Paul's objections because the ma seemed so soft and feminine and his failure to do so had wounded his pride, causing him to plot and enact his revenge. Martin felt no guilt at all. He was firmly convinced that the world owed him exactly what he wanted at all times and if you got in his way he would hurt you He slid in and out faster and his balls started to tighten “Here comes my poz babies to infect your blood and mark you as my property! You are mine! Your pathetic father never deserved you! I put him in prison to take you from him!” he panted his voice raw and ragged, this [art of his vengeance almost complete, as he got ready to poz his straight boi wife. He rammed in hard as he could and blasted that helpless neg ass with his charged, toxic, poz seed, then he grinned evilly as he felt his wife’s boi pussy spasming and knew he was cumming without touching himself as his life was changed forever by the virus that was invading his bloodstream. Martin knew he was winning the battle for Bobby's devotion, for his very soul. The fact that that devotion wousl be built on half truths and even outright lies just made it more delicious to Martin. He would trap Bobby and his brothers in a web of pain and pleasure, lies an half truths. Warping their minds till all they thought about was serving him After Martin caught his breath he pulled the suction cups off Bobby’s nipples, unstrapped him and carried him in his arms to the large canopied bed on a dais at one end of the room/ It was time to show some tenderness while Bobby's mind was still overwhelmed. Time for the other side of his manipulation game They kissed as Martin fucked him on his back once giving him a load that way, and then from behind reaching around to pinch those sore, sensitive nipples which made Bobby cum instantly, the spasming of his hole sent Martin over the edge, making him shoot his third poz load into that now willing hole ******* Bobby was loosing the battle to the animalistic pleasure his husband, his Master, could bring his body. He had to protect his brothers but that pleasure was slowly addicting him. He how far he would go to get his pleasure fix if he didn’t find a way to keep part of his mind free. The problem was the mind games were starting to work, He almost felt he deserved all this and how do you fight that? The rest of their honeymoon was spent in pretty much the same way. When they were not eating or sleeping Bobby was fucked, pumped, bred and mentally taken further down Master’s twisted rabbit hole When they finally emerged back into the real world Bonny felt like he needed a vacation As soon as he could get away he swung by his friend’s house and found a letter from his dad waiting for him. He had responded! His Dad still loved him! He understood better than ever that in Master's mind this was a game of sontrol and his competition was behind bars. Master thought he held all the cards. Bobby opened the letter excitedly and read… ********************************************************************************************************* Next Chapter: A hope, a prayer and a plan Let me know what you think! Scanbu

I suppose it was in a junkyard somewhere in Ohio. While it wasn't "disgusting", it was a bit daring. I was traveling with a good buddy to an event in NY State, and had heard via the "old-car" grapevine about a particularly good junkyard in rural Ohio, full of decent old (mostly postwar) cars with lots of good parts still left, and we actually found it out in the sticks on an older two-lane highway. Pulled in, grabbed our toolbags, paid and went in. The employee that we paid to get in was a decent-looking guy, seemed really friendly, all of that. Just inside the fence, sitting in a growth of tall bushes was a '49 Buick FastBack that looked intriguing. My buddy was into Mopars, so he went on further into the junkyard, but I wanted a sniff of that Buick (it was in pretty good shape), and there were a couple of other old cars in the area too, but most of the cars were further on. So, I went to investigate the others right in that area,, intending to stop and give the Buick a look-over on the way to the rest of the junkyard. My buddy had gone further down into the junkyard. When I got back there (to the Buick), the kid behind the counter was actually standing on top of that Buick, barely visible among the bushes and tree branches, doing a "bump-n-grind". Well !!! I'd never expected to see anything like that ... but apparently my Cock had been expecting it, because my "brainless buddy" got as hard as the "teeth" in that Buick's front bumper. The trees/bushes looked like they hadn't ever been trimmed, and I crawled right up that "slant-back" car and fucked that kid like crazy. I don't think anyone could have seen, and it was so outrageous (to me - a "big-city-guy") - that it was a really hottttt fuck. After I pumped my load up his gut, he turned around and shot a huge load all over my t-shirt & jeans. After that, I picked up my tools and went further into the junkyard and found my buddy - who looked me up and down and just said "you didn't !!!" And then he said "of course you did ...". It turned out to be a really great junkyard, we found quite a number of old MoPars and got some great parts. When we hauled our treasures back to the office to pay, the clerk - maybe still full of my load - just smiled, took the money, and said cum again, guys, accenting the "cum". And we all had a good laugh.

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."

(This is a semi-true account of my recent bathhouse excursion. Yes, I am 23. The inner struggle described is real. If you want to help bring out my inner slut, DM me. I lurk on here way too much, and want to live out some of my fantasies with a truly dom top.) Finals were over. Fuck was I glad. This past semester was super hard. All my classes were so boring and a lot of my friends were graduating, so everyone was on edge the entire time. Whatever, at least it’s over. To reward myself, I planned on getting high and going to the bathhouse to get fucked. You’d think that being 23, smooth with a tight body and well defined 6-pack would get you a lot of dick in college, but a lot of guys on campus usually chicken out. So I waited until classes were done to make up for all the dick I should have gotten. It was Friday night and most of my friends were out getting drunk to celebrate summer. Boring! Instead I shaved my hole, douched, and got ready to go to the bathhouse. I saved a couple pills of E from a rave I went to, and I was determined to get high and get my ass destroyed. “But...no bareback,” I repeated over and over again. “Promise me you’ll make guys use condoms,” I repeated. I was determined to minimize the after-fuck guilt and scare. I love feeling raw dick slide into my hole. I love having the shaft rub my Gspot and make me moan. And I especially love feeling the cock spasm as the top shoots his warm cum in my ass. I love all these things! BUT, I always work myself into a frenzy afterwards. I would do myself a favor and use condoms, so I won’t freak out the day after. “Condoms only!” I committed I finally got to the bathhouse. I timed the pills so they would kick in by the time I got the bathhouse. I got a locker, undressed and wrapped a towel around my tight, jock body. I was shivering from nervousness. As much as I love sex, doing it with random strangers still scares me a bit. Being a hypochondriac and cum slut isn’t the best combination. Oh well, that’s why I took the E. I got in the hot tub to relax a bit. There were a lot of guys here tonight I noted. After a few minutes, I got out to walk around. In the first hallway, I walked past a room with an open door. Inside was a pretty well-built daddy, probably in his late 40’s. He motioned me in. I acquiesced. “You are really sexy,” he told me. “Thanks. So are you,” I responded. I got on my knees and sucked his nice 7-inch cock. After several minutes, I got his cock rock hard. By now, the E had fully kicked in. In fact, I think I took too much, because I was getting a bit disoriented. My body was tingly all over, and my thoughts raced. My vision was going in and out, but I was still focused on his cock. The fit daddy pointed to the bed, and my inner submissive whore hastily obeyed. I got on my back and lifted my legs up, exposing my smooth hole. He grabbed the bottle of lube, squirted some on his cock, and rubbed some on my hole. He walked closer and lined his cockhead to my hole. “Um, can you please use a condom,” I weakly asked. The top frowned, but he nodded his head. He went to his bag and grabbed a condom. “Suck my dick some more, baby,” the daddy commanded. I quickly gobbled up his cock. Good job I thought to myself. Way to stick to our agreement of no BB. Within a few minutes, his cock was hard again, getting past the fact that he had to wrap it up. He ripped the wrapper and rolled on the condom, lubed up his cock, and approached my hole. I was on my back again and saw his face. The face of intent. His body glistened with manliness. I could never get this back at my college campus. This much man. This much experience and dominance. I was in bliss. He slowly pushed in. My hole wasn’t used to condoms, so it really hurt. The daddy was slow though. He added more lube and kept pushing. After about 5 minutes, he still hadn’t made much progress. “You’re really tight,” he whispered in my ear with his cock still pressed against my hole. “Yeah, sorry. It’s been a while...are you neg?” I asked “Why does it matter” he retorted with annoyance, “I’m wearing a condom.” Don’t even think about asking him to fuck you raw! I screamed at myself. Come on slut! You know you want it. You play coy, but you and I know you’re going to let him fuck you raw, I urged myself. What’s another night of bareback. You’ve earned it. You got a 4.0 this quarter. Reward yourself with raw cock. “Hey, maybe you can just tease my hole without a condom for a bit.,” I meekly said. The daddy stood back up and his face brightened up. In his smile, there was a tinge of darkness. He was going to fuck me raw and load me up. He knew this, and I knew this. “Ok, baby,” he responded. He quickly threw off the condom. Then he spit on my hole and rubbed his cock up and down. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and threw my head back. The hot daddy saw this and pushed his cock into my hold. “We really shouldn’t. Please don’t fuck me raw,” I unconvincingly pleaded. My voice was so soft and weak that both of us knew I didn’t mean it. He kept pushing. I moaned. Skin on skin feels so good. A few moments later, he was inside. I felt his warm cock pulsating. I looked at him. Any bit of care and tenderness was wiped from his face. In their place was pure lust. He looked at me with animal eyes. Even his breathing changed. His breaths were now grunts. He slid his cock halfway out and then rammed it back in. His slow rhythm was in perfect sync with his grunts. His cock was rubbing my hole in all the right places. I was moaning so loudly. I knew the whole bathhouse could hear me, but I was too high and in too much pleasure to fucking care. “Fuck yeah, bitch! Take my cock” he said to me. “Ugh yeah, please fuck me! Your cock feels so good!” I moaned. He pulled his cock all the way out, slapped my hole, and then shoved it back in. His sweat dripped on me. His odor flooded my senses. I was enveloped in this god’s aura. He varied his pace for a few more minutes before flipping me over. I backed myself up furiously on his raw cock. My body felt like electricity from the E. He slapped my ass and then grabbed my hips to gain control. He pounded my ass for what felt like hours. I was in slut heaven. Then without warning, he pulled out and stepped away. I turned around, showing him desperate, pleading eyes. Even with my impaired vision, I could see the sweat that glistened on his body. His masculine stance with huge arms flexed on either side. He was breathing heavily, sign of the work he’s been putting in. “Please fuck me, sir. Your cock feels so good. I really need it,” my depraved self pleaded. “I’m getting close, boy. I’m about to bust my load, “ he responded,“If I keep fucking you, I’m going to breed you. I’m not wasting my load on your bac.,” I didn’t say anything. I was paralyzed by conflict. I was paralyzed by how good his cock felt. I was paralyzed by how much I wanted his load inside my hole. Not waiting for my response, he flipped me on my back and shoved his cock inside me. “Ohhhhhh fuckkk yes,” my mouth finally vocalized. He took my ankles and pushed them way back. He had a perfect view of my hole. But instead, he fixed his gazed on my face. As he pounded my hole, he said to me, “I’m going to breed your hole boy. Fill your guts with my warm seed. My hot seed.” The room was filled with guttural noises and animal instincts. Cock in and out. Sweat dripped. In. And out. Grunting. Bam. Bam. Bam. In. And Out. Grunt. Moan. “Please spit on me. Make me your bitch,” I pleaded as I sniffed in more of his scent. He scoffed at me. His eyes were filled with disgust. Here is a dumb bitch asking to be spit on taking raw cock. The same dumb bitch that pretended to want condoms. The same bitch that is high out of his mind. Disgust swirled in his mouth and he quickly spat on my face. Then BAMMM he smacked my face with all his might and I lost my breath due to the shock and pain. He grabbed my face and turned me to face him. “Beg me for my seed, you dumb bitch,” he demanded. “Beg me to breed your cunt.” FUCKING BEG HIM, YOU WHORE. I screamed to myself. “Please, sir. Please breed me,” I managed. “Yeah? You want it? Say it, bitch. Tell me what you want,” he urged. “Your hot load. Please fill me up. I want your cum,” I said with more strength. “Oh fuck yeah, boy! I’m going to fill you up with my load,” he continued. “Yes!! Fuck me. Fuck your poz load into me,” I moaned. He stopped fucking me and said, “Poz load? Who said I was poz?” I came out of my haze and sheepishly smiled at him. “Sorry.” “Oh so you’re a fucking chaser aren’t you? You sick, dirty fuck. I bet you want poz loads, huh? I bet you want my dick to flood you with venom.” I could tell this was really turning him on. He picked up his paced. He was really railing me now. “You’re going to get my poz load. I’m going to fill you up with my sick dick,” he yelled. “Yes, fill me with your poz load! I need it! PLEASE!” I exclaimed. My inner slut was out. “Fuck yeah, boy!” the hot daddy exclaimed. And with that, he thrusted into me hard. His whole body was shuddering as he half collapsed on top of me. “Ohhhh fuckkk,” he grunted. I felt his cock pulsate in my hole. Moving up and down slightly. Then I felt warmness inside my hole. With each pulse, my hole felt warmer and slicker. I had milked this hot daddy for his man juices, and I felt so proud. Despite all the inner turmoil, I loved the feeling of being bred. The danger and risk. The weight as the top presses down from pleasure and exhaustion. I loved everything about it. After a few minutes, the top composed himself. He slowly slid out of my hole, and just gave me a smirk. “Thank you, sir,” I offered. “You’re welcome, slut,” he returned. He pushed me over to make room for him on the dirty mattress. I rested in his arms for some mandatory post-coital cuddling. He said that was hot and asked how old I was. “23,” I said. “Fuck, such a slut at such a young age.” “Hahah, yeah I watch a lot of porn and read some pretty angular erotica,” I said. “Angular erotica...hah!” After a few minutes, I got restless. I was still rolling hard from the E and now that I have fully abandoned safety, I was intent on getting more dick. I got up and wrapped my towel around my waist. I thank him again, and made my way for the door. I paused and turned to face him one last time. “Are you actually poz?” I asked . “Maybe,” he said coldly. I just smiled and exited the room. My body still pulsating from the E. If only my professors and friends could see me right now; I thought to myself, the control freak that asks smartass questions in class is taking anonymous cum up his ass. With that thought, I made walked into the dimly lit, red-tinged hallway. The night had just begun.

Looking back, I should have known he was positive. But the subject of his status never came up until he was cumming in my guts. I met Daddy online. I have a thing for older, daddy top types, and, at 6'2", mustache, s&p hair, muscular, and an 8 inch cock, this guy fit the bill. And he was into leather! Every time I was on Manhunt he'd be on and I'd send him a message. Usually he ignored me, but occasionally he would unlock his pictures to tease me with harness and chaps shots, or pics of his big ol' dick. After about a year of chasing him, I finally found him online and sent him a message that I was desperate for his cock and I would do anything to take it. This seemed to break the ice. We chatted that night and exchanged emails and pictures. I sent him pics of my ass- and one pic of my ex fucking me raw. "So you take it bareback?" he asked. "Well-- not often. I have. But I need to really know the guy." I replied. "I only fuck bare-- is that a problem? 'Cuz you said you'd do anything for my cock, an my cock wants to feel that raw hole" he said. "It's not a problem... Sir." Famous last words. After that we set a date for the following Tuesday. He worked near my apartment, and was going to come by right after he got off. And he would bring some leather. Tuesday rolled around and I was so horny I couldn't concentrate at work. It didn't help that Daddy texted several times during the day, sending naked pics and cock shots, along with descriptions of what he was going to do with me. I got home, cleaned-up and prepped, and put on my leather harness for Daddy. And then waited. When my phone finally rang I nearly jumped out of my skin. I couldn't buzz him up fast enough. As soon as he got into my apartment he shoved me roughly against the wall and kissed me. He was so strong, and his taking charge just made me melt into him. Daddy broke free and headed to the bathroom to piss and change. I went to my bed to wait. When Daddy came into my bedroom, he was decked out in a harness, arm bands, chaps and boots, as well as the leather cap from his online picture! I stood up and we made out and groped each other. Then he shoves my head hard down to his cock and makes me suck him. His dick was beautiful-- a true 8 incher with just a slight upward curve. I worshiped that cock. Then he got me on all fours on the floor and started eating my hole. Man, did Daddy know what he was doing!!! I was so horny, I couldn't wait to get fucked. I begged him to put his cock in me. And he did. He spit strongly onto on my hole and in his hand, lubed his big fuckstick and started working the mushroom head against my hole. I had poppers and he told me to do a hit. "Get poppered up, fucker, because here I come!" He commanded. After a big snort, that head popped past my sphincter and he was sliding his raw Daddy dick into my hole. It had been so long since I'd taken raw dick (since my last ex) I forgot how great raw fucking feels. "Yeah, fucker! You like that cock?" he called me "fucker" a lot. "Yeah, fucker! Daddy's finally giving you what you've been craving, isn't he?" Fuck yes he was! He started pumping my hole and really working it with every inch of his meat. And I was in heaven. Then he pulled out almost all the way and froze. "Hold still, fucker- I'm taking a picture to send to my buddies. I wanna show them your ass and how you're taking my fat cock." The picture thing TOTALLY turned me on, so I held still like he commanded. He snapped several pics, balls deep, halfway, almost out, and then one of him all the way out, head pressed against my hole. He then texted them to his buddy. "Well, fucker! My buddy is impressed and likes what he sees! Maybe next time we'll tag-team your ass" I told him I was more than willing. He then rolled me onto my shoulder blades on the floor, and re-entered my ass. My legs were on his shoulders and he went to town drilling me, only stopping every so often to re-lube with his spit. His cock felt so good and I was so horny that just the action of it scrubbing my insides was getting me close to cumming. I asked him stop fucking because I was too close, and he did. He didn't want me cumming yet either. We did this four more times-- stopping each time as I got too close. But on the fifth time, he told me he was done interrupting his fuck for me. He fucked me harder and rolled me all the way onto my shoulder blades until he was standing and plunging into me. I came without ever touching my cock, and my own jizz coated my face and open mouth. He kept drilling me until my balls were empty. I expected him to pull out as I was done, and, truth be known, once I cum, I don't like getting fucked. I asked Daddy to stop, and he paused long enough to say, "Nuh-Uh fucker. We're done fucking when I SAY we're done. And we ain't done 'til I've cum in your ass twice!" Then he resumed pounding me without mercy. It took another ten excruciating minutes of solid fucking before I felt his cock start to swell to even bigger proportions in my ass. Thank god he was close! I had been huffing poppers like mad during his abuse of my hole, so I was in a dizzy haze when he finally said, "Here you go, fucker! This is what you wanted! Take my POZ LOAD!" And with that he tensed up and I could feel every inch of that eight inch python squirting and pulsing his charged jizz into my ass. When he finished, and yanked his cock unceremoniously out of my hole, I finally asked "You're poz?" "Of course, fucker. I thought you knew. You said you'd do anything to take my cock." We lay on the floor and didn't talk for awhile. I let him play with my hole and finger his leaking load back inside my ass. Eventually he said, "Admit it, fucker. You wanted it. You were turned on by my big daddy cock taking charge of your ass-- and then charging your ass." My cock started getting hard again hearing him talk so frankly. "Ah, so you DID like it! And your ass is already hungry for more-- I can feel it sucking on my finger." He bred me again that evening just like he said he was going to. The second time was much more gentle, with lots of making out during. As he was getting dressed back into his business clothes, the last thing he said to me that night was, "Fucker, you shoot big loads! Next time we should find some dude on-line and take turns pozzing his ass!"

Perhaps the survivors might have developed a herd immunity - but as we know, this virus keeps mutating, and even those who survived an earlier bout of COVID sometimes die from a later infection from a different variant. There are some diseases that, once you get it, you can almost certainly not get it a second time; COVID is NOT one of these. And how many hundreds of thousands - or millions, worldwide - would have died while we developed this (far less than perfect) "herd immunity"? Is that number higher or lower than the infinitesimally small number of people who've had serious bad reactions (including death) to the vaccine?

I would cheerfully suggest that anyone who thinks politics has nothing to do with being gay, and who doesn't want to discuss politics, stay the fuck out of a clearly labeled political discussion area. I think snorting/injecting/smoking drugs has zero to do with being gay, for example. Shove whatever you want up your nose, light whatever chemicals you choose in a pipe and inhale to destroy your lungs and brain all day, if you want. Slip that needle full of whatever kind of poison you fancy and press that plunger - hell, hook yourself up to an IV and mainline the stuff 24/7, if that's what floats your boat. I don't care - I just don't want to be around it. So that's why I don't go into the ChemSex forums. Maybe, just maybe, you anti-political people could do us the same favor here.

Barry stepped off the elevator and called out “Lucy, I’m home!” “Haha” came Nick’s voice from the living room “Get in here and show your Big Brother some love” Batty skipped in like a little kid and plopped into Nick’s lap kissing him then snuggled into his chest “Did ya miss me Big Bro?: he asked “We both missed you Son” His dad said as he walked in from the pool. Tex was wearing one of his thong bathing suits that barely hid his massive cock, which swung from side to side as he walked “Dad!” Barry bounded up threw himself into his father’s arms for a kiss “Welcome back Son” Tex said cupping his ass in his two large hands and returning the kiss It had been a year since the day Barry had made such an ass of himself out of his jealousy for his brother and how life had changed in that year The drug Pameceamp;, with its anti-aging properties, had hit the market. Both he and Nick had reverted their visible age just a bit and they looked somewhere between 25 and 30 now Tex, who had been in his late 50s had taken off about 15 years and barely changed at all. His face was now totally unlined and he stood a little straighter. Any hint of gray was gone from his hair but other than that he looked the same. He had never really shown his true age and had reverted mainly for health reasons and to increase his sexual stamina. He coul;d wear both his sons out and still want more now It had taken three months to completely earn Nick’s trust. Those three months had actually been a lot of fun though. Barry was am award winning costume designer and he made outfits for himself and Nick that were adorable. They had hired a professional photographer and now had an album full of the two of them, dressed as boys, doing boyhood things, fishing in coveralls, checkered shirts and straw hats, playing catch with a football in 1050s style football uniforms, complete with the old style helmets, eating hotdogs at the baseball park in vintage looking jerseys and ball caps Each set of pictures started dressed looking innocent, the next would show Nick pressing Barry’s hand to the bulge in his pants then them making out, Nick pulling his little brother’s pants down and finally fucking his bent over little brother, They had done the project in secret and given Tex the album on his birthday. Their dad had loved it When Barry had time they were going to do some “Dad fucks his sons” photos. Barry was already working on the costumes He had had time to work with Nick because his delayed project got completely canceled. For a while he thought he would have to move back to Broadway and take a job he didn’t really want “A boy’s got to eat” He told his brother and his dad “Even award winning costume designers don’t make any money when they aren’t working. I don’t want to take this job but I may have to. I don’t like the producer. He second guesses everything I do” The next day he got an alert from his bank and checked his balance, the day before he had had about $15,000 today the balance read #15,000,000 “Ummm can one of you two explain why there is 15 million dollars in my bank account?” he asked his brother and his dad who had both been acting odd and had exaggerated looks of innocence on there faces “Your fairy godmother died and left you a fortune?” Nick asked then both he and his dad cracked up “The money I have gotten came from your grandfather” Tex told him “It’s only right I pass some down to his grandkids, I did the same for Carry. Don't worry, all tptal both gifts were less than 10% pf my current bank balance. I didn’t bankrupt myself. Oh you have an appointment next week with a tax professional about how much you need to put aside for Uncle Sam” “I wish I could have met Grad dad” Barry said “No you don’t” Nick and Tex said in stereo “Remember what Tex and I had to get married?” Nick asked “The man was an evil, butter old bastard" “Yeah, you are probably right” Barry said thinking about it Soon after that Nick declared that he was completely forgiven and that night his father and Nick had fucked him a total of 5 times. The next night he became the 2nd man in the world to fuck his brother and maybe the fourth or fifth to fuck his dad After that he and Nick flip fucked fairly often but Tex almost never bottomed There was something special about sliding his cock into his straight big brother. Nick got off on the incest, not being with another man so he and Dad were the only men he let fuck him “Yeah my Big Bro loves his brother’s cock deep in him. You wants that family breeding, don’t you? You want me to squirt you full of your nephews and nieces. I wish I could put my baby in you" Barry had growled in his brother’s ear and Nick had cum so hard his ass spasmed around Barry’s cock, making him breed that straight hole two months later Nick got a delivery and modeled some very sexy clothes for Dad and him. “Where did you get those? They are very well made” Barry said examining the clothes closely “From Dad’s favorite clothing store, Daddy’s Boy Limited., he has a shop down in the gay district, We can take you there if you want” Nick said “I’d love to go" Barry said. Shopping was his second favorite activity after sex “I’m going to bring that album you two made me, the owner, wade will love it” Tex said When they got to the store Barry was extravagant with his praise of the shops wares “These are so well made! They will last for years and they look great!” The owner, Wade, who looked maybe 10 years younger than when Nick had first met him, about 50ish, was still firmly muscular with silver hair and fur, smiled and said “Thank you” Then he seemed to look at Barry closer and blushed, which on a man his age and size was absolutely adorable. A look of absolute hero worship came into Wade’s eyes and he said “That’s high praise from someone like you Mr. Billings” “How did you know my last name?” Barry asked “Are you kidding? I love your work! You were robbed when you didn’t get that first Tommy award and so deserved the one you did win!” Wade said enthusiastically “And don’t get me started about the outfit that got you that Emily award!” Nick hid a smile. This hugely muscled silver Daddy sounded like a teenage girl who had just met her favorite boy band member “That’s the first time a fan of my work has ever recognized me” Barry said blushing himself “I am so flattered” The two gazed at each other and both Nick and Tex got one of those flashes of insight that hit them from time to time.. This one made them both happy and a little sad Wade and Barry were meant to be together. They may not know it yet but it was going to happen. Nick and his dad had talked about a three way marriage with Barry but they would never stand in the way of him finding a true love of his own ******************************* Gabriel and Ezekiel watched from behind their two agent’s eyes as they often did This was an important change and would lead to greater happiness and fulfillment for all involved Wade and Barry had things to do together and while the effects would not be earthshaking, the example they would set would be the difference between many young LGBTQ people choosing life over death ******************************* “I design all the clothes in the shop and I’m a costume design junkie” Wade said “I’m not in your league though. I’m better at quality and production than I am design” “I love your designs! They are perfect fir what you design them for” Barry said back “Wade, take a look at these, Barry designed them for he and his brother” Tex said. He knew Wade would take “brother: to mean two subs who served the same Daddy so, because he had known Wade for years and trusted him he added “Nick and Barry are both my biological sons” “And you are married to Nick?” Wade asked wide eyed Nick nodded proudly “He’s the center of my life. I could not have a better husband” Normally Nick would freak to hear their secret blurted out so openly but he knew exactly what Tex was doing and why “Fuck, that’s so hot” Wade said “Barry is single though” Nick said offhandedly Both Barry and Wade missed the significance if that statement for the moment Nick and Tex were not so subtly letting the gorgeous silver Daddy know he would not be poaching if he approached Barry Wade went through the album and his eyes widened “These are incredible! You look like men but the clothes convey the suggestion of youth so well! This is, bar none, the best Boy Kink wear I have ever seen!” “I would buy those for my sons if I saw them in a shop for sure” Tex said “They would sell like hotcakes” Wade agreed Nick had an idea, one that he knew was the right way to go as soon as it popped into his head “Barry, you are between projects and you have enough money to live off for a while. Maybe you and Wade could work together on a new DBL line of kink wear” “Could you make something like these in great enough numbers?” Barry asked Wade nodded “I work with a manufacturer who hires seamstresses and tailors around the country who work from home, It’s a subsidiary of Ze-Corp” “We know the owners of Ze-Corp very well. They live so close they rate our sexual encounters if we forget to close the drapes” Nick said, remembering Tommy and Red standing at their window, holding up score cards when Tex and he first made love. He and Tex were exhibitionist so they forgot the drapes fairly often Tommy, Red and Zeke own Ze-Cprp?” Barry asked impressed. He had met the neighbors several times and always got perfect 10s from Red and Tommy for hs sexual performances “100% of it between the three of them” Tex nodded “I have an offer from Ze-corp to buy 49% of DBL and take it national” Wade said “Zeke loves Tommy and Red in my clothes” “I think I will talk to Zeke, I’d like to invest in DBL as well” Nick said “We have done a few joint ventures that worked out well” “Your name and reputation would help tremendously” Wade said “Kink wear designed by Emily and Tommy award winner Barry Billings” he said holding his arms wide “What other kink designer can say something like that?” the silver Daddy finished They did talk to Zeke and what was worked out was Nick and Ze-Corp each had 24.5% equity, Wade and Barry each had 25.5% “We can give them our equity as a wedding present” Nick told Tex with a smile Wade had asked Barry out before they left the shop that day *********************** Barry was nervous, hehe had been dating Wade for six months and there was something he had to tell the man, If it went well he fully intended to ask the man to marry him on the spot. He had never met anyone he got along better with than Wade, when they worked together it was like they had one mind, instantly understanding each other, most of the times they didn’t even have to finish a sentence before the other understood The date went well but Barry could not make himself bring up the subject on his mind. This could end everything. Wade had tried to bring something up several times too but stopped looking worried “Lets go back to my place. I have something I want to show you” Wade finally said “Showing you may be easier than telling you” Barry sat in a chair just outside the door to Wade’s bedroom. It was a small two vedroom condo and the master bedroom was directly off the living room. Wade said he needed to change clothes to show him what he wanted to Barry decided maybe he could tell Barry if he was not looking at him “Wade, there is something I have to tell you…” he said then faltered again “What? That you are HIV positive and if I am with you I will end up that way too?” Wade asked from the bedroom with a smile in his voice “How did you…” Barry started “I was there the night Zeke pozzed your Dad. It was a memorable event since no one had ever seen Tex bottom before. It was a hot scene to watch. I know Tex never plays safe and I know he fucks you. It’s not hard to figure out. I’m fine with it. I even want it if it comes from you” Wade said “Ok, I’m ready, close your eyes” Wade said and he sounded really nervous “They’re closed” Batty said He heard Wade move to just in front of him “Ok. open them” Wade said Barry opened them and his jaw dropped “You… look… absolutely… fucking… ADORABLE wade, and so fucking sexy! Barry said Wade was dressed in an exact copy of his little brother fishing outfit, perfectly fitted to his hairy muscular body “Barry, not all sons have to be younger than their Daddy and I want you to be my Daddy so fucking bad” Wade said with his heart in his eyes You would not think so to look at the two of them but Barry was the dominant personality in their relationship. Wade was expressing a wide submissive streak that turned Barry on like crazy. This gorgeous, muscular, fur covered silver Daddy wanted to be his submissive! His Son! And far from wanting Barry to stop having sex with his father and brother, Wade wanted to be tied up and made to watch! “Have you been a good boy today Son?” Barry asked and he saw the front of Wade’s coveralls tent out in a hefty bulge “Yes Daddy! I have been really really good!” He said back excitedly Barry groped his own growing bulge and said “Good boy! Why donlt you bend over this chair and let Daddy reward you with his gift” “You have a gift for me? Oh wow! What is it Daddy” the silver furred boy asked “I;m going to fuck your littl eboy ass and infect you with HIV Son, isn’t that a great gift?: came the reply “Ooooo Yes! I want Daddy’s gift so bad!!” Wade said and as Barry stood he bent over the chaor putting his hands on the arms and flexing his huge muscles Barry dropped his pants and stepped out of them then pulled off his shirt He undid the four buttons that held up the flap on Wade’s coveralls, two in front and two in back, and removed it to expose the most gorgeous ass he had ever seen It was round and firm, covered with silver hair that darkened as it ran down into his crack. His cock and balls were plump and hung down heavily a P.A. was visible through the slit in his foreskin which covered the entire head even ib this aroused state, Those may have been the biggest balls Barry had ever seen and he had seen some huge ones “Oh Son! Daddy loves your beautiful ass so much! I have to poz you! I have to put my viral babies in your blood!” Barry groaned, his cock rock hard and dripping toxic pre “Do it Daddy! Breed your Son! I want Daddy’s babies in me!” Wade moaned Barry probed and found the hole that eagerly awaited him, he slid 11 inches of cock up that muscled ass in one long slow thrust as his Son panted and begged for more Barry grabbed those firm, trim hips and began to pound sliding in and out with a deliberate, grinding pace as Wade moaned “I love my Daddy! I love him so much! I want Daddy’s gift! I want to be pregnant with Daddy’s toxic baby!” “Fuck Son! I love you too! I need you in my life so fucking much! I’m going to poz you now! You want my viral baby and I’m going to give it to you! Right now!” and Barry’s balls pumped his toxic cum deep into that silver furred neg ass They both heard the door unlock and start to open but they couldn’t stop The feeling of Daddy shooting toxic cum full of viral blood invaders sent Wade over the edge and as the door swung open he spewed cum all over the chair below him They both heard a voice say “Oh gees Dad I go away for six months and you turn into a slut on me!” Barry looked and saw a version of Wade who looked his own age standing there with an enormous bulge in his jeans He and the man locked eyes and something seemed to pass between them, Barry felt his cock start to get hard again seconds after he had cum With a smile Barry stepped back, gestured to Wade’s exposed ass and the man close the door and walked forward unzipping his pants “Alan no! You cant!” Wade said and started to stand “Freeze right where you are Son! Daddy did not tell you that you could stand up!” Barry barked Wade froze “But Daddy, he’s my Son… we can’t fuck,,, it’s so wrong” Wade said sounding troubled “Ny dad and my brother fuck me all the time, I’m the wrong one to try that line on Son” Bayyu said gently “I want to watch you son fuck you. if you love Daddy you will let him” Then he thought o something “I’m poz and toxic and I just came in his ass, I figured you shold know before you rammed in raw” Barry said Alan shrugged “It’s treatable now, I get the feeling we will be seeing each other a lot and I’m very versatile so why don’t you poz me while I finally get to breed my Dad like I have wanted to do since I was about 13 it will probably happen soon anyway” “How can I refuse an offer like that?” Barry said rubbing his toxic cock lewdly The cock Alan pulled out as he stepped behind his dad, was a thick 9 inches long “Alam,,,” Wade said in a doubtful voice “Shut up Bitch! You heard your Daddy! Take your son’s cock!” He said putting it to his father’s dripping hole and shoving in Barry pulled down Alan’s pants further and the darkly furred man stepped out of them Next went his shirt and Barry was thrilled to see very large, pierced nipples pushing out of the dark chest fur They were over half an inch across and stuck out almost an inch “Someone like to pump their nipples” Barry though and decided he would do the same to Wade, it looked so hot on his Son Barry took position behind Alan and pushed into his hole slowly. The darker bear grunted and waited for Barry to get all the way in before he started sliding in and out of his father’s ass Timing his strokes to meet Alans pulling out of his Dad Barry began to fuck his 2md neg ass in less than half an hour He reached around and found Alans huge nipples and twisted making the man moan and hiss “Thank you Sir!” he picked up the pace fucking his father and fucking himself in Barry’s toxic 11 incher Instinct made Barry say “Call me Master. I just claimed your father as my Son and now I’m claiming his son as my slave” Daddy Tex had trained both his sons well “Fuuuk, Yes Master! Claim me and poz my ass!” Alan said Alan was a little vulnerable right now. His unexpected appearance tonight was because he had left his Master the day before. The man didn’t respect limits and had pushed to far once to often He knew his Dad always had room for him so he had come home, The man fucking him must be the Barry Dad was so in love with. He had mentioned him several times when they had talked on the phone. Alan had never accepted a new Master so quickly but he knew from what his Dad had told him that Barry could be trusted and that he would not say such a thing without being serious. Besides this felt right and he owed the man for finally letting him get his cock into his dad who had been putting him off since he was 18 Alan moaned as his new Master pinched hid nipples just right, just the perfect amount of pressure and twist he wasn’t going to last long like this “You ready for my poz seed boy?” Master asked and his dad groaned and started stroking himself “Yes Master! Please! Poz your new slave!!” Alan groaned, Then he felt that huge cock pulsing deadly virus into his willing neg hole. His eyes rolled bacl in his head as everything overwhelmed him and hic cock bred his own father for the first time Wade shuddered at that point and shot his 2nd load onto that poor innocent chair. Getting the white stains out would be a bitch but he didn’t care. He may just leave it like it was as a reminder of today All three stood there panting and catching their breath Barry smiled down at the mess they had made. there was one thing more he had to do He found the little box in his pants pocket and took Wade’s hand pulling him to the center of the room Naked, sweaty and still dribbling cum from his half hard cock he knelt on one knee still holding that hand and looked up into the Wade's face. opening the little box and exposing the rings “I love you so much Wade, you are more than I ever dreamed I would find in a man. I need you in my lif and my bed forever. Will you marry me?” Wade’s eyes teared up and he was so emotional all he could do was nod and say “yes… yes” “I’m glad I got to see that. What a great story it will make for the grandkids!” Alan said as Barry slipped the ring onto Wade’s finger and handed Wade a matching one to put on his Alan came over and hugged them warmly and the said “I’ll be in my room Dad” and he went to grab the duffle he had dropped inside the door and went into the smaller bedroom Barry called Nick to let him know he would not be home that night then he and Wade went into the bedroom and made out gently till they fell asleep in each other’s arms The next morning he headed home to share the news Barry stepped off the elevator and called out “Lucy, I’m home!” “Haha” came Nick’s voice from the living room “Get in here and show your Big Brother some love” Batty skipped in like a little kid and plopped into Nick’s lap kissing him then snuggled into his chest “Did ya miss me Big Bro?: he asked “We both missed you Son” His dad said as he walked in from the pool. Tex was wearing one of his thing bathing suits that barely hid his massive cock, which swung from side to side as he walked “Dad!” Barry bounded up threw himself into his father’s arms for a kiss “Welcome back Son” Tex said cupping his ass in his two large hands and returning the kiss “So did you pop the question?: Nick asked from behind him “Yes! And he said YES!!!!!” They shared a family hug and kiss, Barry didn’t see the tinge of sadness in their eyes. They were happy for him but they didn’t want to lose him “You won’t believe everything else that happened though! Let me tell you!” Barry went on excitedly By the time he finished with his story Nick and Tex were not sad anymore. They just saw a ton of fun on the horizon ************************* The next day Nick got a phone call. He had not seen the name that came up on his phone in almost two decades. "I guess I'm not the only one who has kept their numbers and is compulsive about keeping all my contacts for that long “Norma, is that you?” he answered “Last time I checked it was” came the reply Norma had been his high school sweetheart They had been lovers for a short time then suddenly her dad had packed them up and moved across the country “How have you been?” Nick asked. He had an idea because he heard the unmistakable sounds of a hospital in the background “Not so good Nick, to be honest I don’t have much time left, Days if I am lucky. This cancer is very aggressive. Listen there is something I have to tell you. Dad passed a couple years ago so there is no one else now. Nick, I was pregnant when Dad moved us, That’ why he moved us” Are you saying I have a child, Norma?” He asked shaking a little “No I’m saying you have twins, two boys, just a few months shy of 18 now bur still just kids. You are listed as their father on their birth certificate and my will leaves you custody. Please take care of my boys Nick, they are your boys too. Dad would never let me tell you and I guess that became a habi. All I can do is say I’m sorry” “That’s not important now Norma, where are you?” Two hours later Nick and Tex were on the Ze-Corp corporate jet. Zeke had lent it to then without question He got to see Norma before the end and he let her know he forgave her Standing out in the hall with Tex he cried into his chest. Norma had been special to him “Babe, I think you should turn around” Tex said his voice a little shaky As he turned he saw two young men and there was no doubt who they were His mother’s eyes stared out of younger versions of Barry’s face “So, you are our dad” One of them said Nick didn't know what to do or say. He spread his arms slightly and said “Boys… I” Suddenly they were both hugging him and crying like the broken hearted kids they were Nick stroked their hair which was the same color and texture his mom’s had been and said “I don’t know you two, but I love you and I will always take care of you, always protect you. No matter what” Tes watched his son hold and comfort his grandsons and knew he felt the exact same way towards these two strangers who had just burst into their lives **************************************************************************************************** Next Chapter: Double Trouble At A Wedding Let me know what you think Scanbu

Hey- I found myself in a similar position to you a few years back- same age too, give or take. My advice would be to get yourself on Prep (if you’re not already there) and jump right back in at the deep end- you’ve no time to lose! You’ll find plenty of guys interested in a 50 y/o whore- it might be a different crowd to the one you attracted back in the day: you’ll have to get used to being called “Daddy” and learn to just go with it, whether it’s your thing or not. If you’re not already doing it, then hitting the gym and keeping yourself in the best shape possible wouldn’t go amiss either. You don’t say where you are, but if you are in an area/country where there are cruise bars, saunas and sex clubs, I would go down that route rather than spend too much time on the apps: guys at our stage of life are much sexier when presenting themselves in real life than through a series of photos on Grindr, Sniffies, etc… phone cameras are no friend to the over 40’s. Good luck with it and welcome back to slutdom!

I'm not knowledgeable on AI porn creation. I wish I were as I know EXACTLY what I'd generate. I mainly consume content and support the artists I like. I'm particularly interested in AI porn containing themes from various world religions depicting men in non-western attire.

I consider myself to be a horny insatiable bottom. So I was looking on sniffies, on me a local black guy who needed to offload. We texted back-and-forth several times exchanging pics of his fat uncut, dripping cock, and my hungry gaping hole. I sent him pictures from my last hook up, where my hole was battered and dripping with cum. gaping hole. I sent him pictures from my last hook up, where my hole was battered and dripping with cum. I was at work and was unable to leave immediately., So I had to make a plan to meet up with him on my lunch break family restroom, where he could fuck me until he came inside my hole. 2 PM rolled by really quickly. I got My hole was ready and so I drove down to the park. He was already inside the bathroom waiting, I walked in to see him standing against the wall with his cock in his hand. It was hard as a rock and he motioned me to come closer. I locked the door and pulled up my bottle of poppers, while stepping towards him, I took a big huff, spun around, presenting to him, my ass, he let go off his cock and started feeling my ass with both of his hands, grabbing my hips and immediately pushing it against his groin area or his wet cock was rubbing up against my hole. I was in hog heaven, as I was flying high from the poppers and the feeling of his warm cock pressed up against my whole rubbing feeling his pre-cum and spit making me so horny. I could feel him trying to push in his fat cock head. My hole initially resistance was now giving away little by little, I put the bottle of poppers up to my nose once more, and took another huff, my whole body felt warm on my mind was it distant galaxy away I could feel my muscles relax, and then I felt his cock head getting hooked inside of my hungry hole. He realize how loose I was at that point, and pushed it hard as he could inside of me getting my prostate on the first thrust. I moaned, as he proceeded to jackhammer fuck my ass, I was flying high as he took what every man needed, and I was being of service to him, it was exactly what I wanted. The pleasure I felt was amazing as he pulled me off his cock and then shoved it back in violently did this many times even withholding poppers, his arm tight around my neck and my back arched With my hands holding my cheeks open and my ass pucker out so he can get the full pleasure he deserved. My present would be his swimming deep inside of my guts seemed like 20 minutes, but your head gets cloudy while you are using poppers and being dominated by cock, eventually grew faster and then he gave me a hit of poppers and he started choking me as I was pressed up against the wall, I figured it was time for him to breed so I started begging for him to come and fill my hole. Soon enough, I can feel his cock swelling as he began pumping deep inside my hole I could feel warm sensations satisfaction of knowing that I gave my whole up for a random stranger to enjoy. him to come and fill my hole. Soon enough, I can feel his cock swelling as he began pumping deep inside my hole I could feel warm sensations satisfaction of knowing that I gave my whole up for a random stranger to enjoy. Let me go and slid out of me with a sloppy thud, soft cock slapped against his leg. I could still see his sperm dropping out of his cock head. I took my Que pulled up. My pants, walked out the door and back to work. I went.

I woke to sunlight streaming through the curtains. I was alone in the bed. I rolled onto my back and stretched wide, euphoric from the attentions the night before. Reaching for my , I checked the time. It was 11am. My phone had a message from a friend and only social media notifications otherwise. I replied to my friend, omitting my night time adventures and telling her I'd meet her the next day. I got out of the stranger's bed and started up the hallway. I could smell bacon. I walked past the bathroom and to the door opposite my entry to the apartment. I don't know why I didn't stop to dress, ignoring my clothes still in a heap by the front door. As I walked through the open doorway, I saw an open plan living room and kitchen with the man I'd met stood at the far end, over a stove. Two plates were on the counter next to him filled with everything constituting a "full English." "Morning," I said into the room. He jumped, startled by my announcement. "Shit!" He cried, almost spilling the pan he held. "You're like a ninja! I didn't hear you at all." "Sorry," I said, noticing that he was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. "I didn't mean to scare you. Should I get dressed?" I asked. "No, I like you like that. Besides, you don't have time. Breakfast is served." I stood still while he fished fried eggs out of the pan, dabbed them dry on kitchen paper and moved them to the plates to his side. "Sit," he said, waving his hand at me. I turned, seeing a small table with two chairs under a window. I walked to the table and sat in one of the leather covered chairs. Part of me was relieved that the chairs were leather. I was worried my slick cheeks would stain a cloth covered chair, or that my hole would leak on them with the same result. "You don't have to eat it all," I was told. "I can save it for another meal." The plate put on the table in front of me was heaped with food. I was hungry and so I dived right in. We ate in silence, enjoying the meal. I was beginning to realise I liked the man across the small table from me. I had to be careful, cautioning myself not to dive in head first. "I love a boy with an appetite," he told me, as I finished eating. I'd only left bacon and beans. "Thank you. I'm stuffed," I said. "Sorry that I couldn't finish it all." "You're very welcome, boy. Don't worry, I'll eat the left overs," he replied. He grabbed our plates and moved them to the kitchen counters, before moving back to me at the table. "Come sit on the couch with me," he said, pulling at my hand. I followed him across the room and sat next to him on a handsome couch. Picking up a TV remote, he pressed a couple of buttons and lit up the screen opposite us. We bot sat in silence, watching the mid-morning programs for a while. I shivered, starting to feel the cold. "Oh no," he said. "I'm sorry, boy. I didn't realise you'd get so chilly. Come here," leaning to me and grabbing me. He pulled me over with little effort, to sit in his lap. I snuggled into his chest as he wrapped his legs around mine. I could feel my dick beginning to stiffen, but I tried to ignore it. "You like sitting on my dick, boy?" He whispered into my ear. "You turn me on, Sir. I'm sorry," I apologised. "I didn't mean to get aroused." "Don't be sorry. I like it." He told me. "Touch yourself. Show me how I turn you on." I obeyed. I grabbed my dick and pumped it slowly. I moved my right hand to my nipple to pinch and twist it. From no where a bottle touched my nose, so I inhaled through one nostril and then the next. "Good boy," I was told. I leaned my head back, hoping for a kiss. "Stop." I did. "Off the couch. On your knees." I stopped and slid off the couch, spinning onto my knees. Looking up to his face, he was grinning at me. "Take off my shorts for me," he commanded. I reached forward and grabbed the waistband of his shorts. There was nothing else to hold, so I pulled down and over his knees, leaving him naked below the waist. The man in front of me had lifted the hem of the t-shirt he was wearing and pulled it up and over his head, discarding it behind me. In the daylight, I saw how beautiful he really was. Muscled but not lean and hairy from head to toe. 'Muscle bear' in every sense of the term. I finally noticed a small tattoo just under his belly button. A biohazard in black ink. "You have a biohazard?" I asked. "Yeah, boy. Didn't you see it last night?" He answered, cocky. "It was too dark. And it's covered by your hair." He chuckled. "Yeah, that's by design. Do you like it?" "Yes, Sir. I wish I'd known," I said. I moved my face towards it, kissing and licking at the mark, I spat on it and sucked at the warning. "Enough. Work my cock," he ordered. I moved down, working his thick dick instead. His hands were already on the back of my head before I was halfway down. I tried to move slowly, as to not upset the meal he'd just made me, but I was forced to work faster. I eventually put my hands on his inner thighs. "Stop. I can't!" I shouted. "I'll be sick." "Aw, boy. I'm sorry. You should have said. Get up. On the couch. Ass out." I followed his instructions. I got up wiping the spit off my mouth and chin on the way, smearing it onto my hole as I moved. I placed my knees on the front of the couch, facing the back and resting my elbows there. Again, a bottle of poppers was produced and placed under my nose. I took deep breaths, two from each nostril before I felt a thick dick at my hole again. "You're still up for this, boy? Another toxic load?" He asked me. "Yes, sir. I'm a chaser. Fuck me up." I told him. I realised that I wished I knew his name, as he pushed inside my loose hole. I moaned as his balls reached my taint. I loved his dick, I wanted it balls deep every time. "Fuck me," I begged. "Mmm. You like this dick, don't you?" He taunted. "You want this thick cock inside you, boy. Say it." "I want your thick, toxic cock inside me, Sir. I want you." I said. "Fuck yes, boy. Dirty little chaser." He started to fuck me in earnest. Similar to last night's energy, but mostly in silence. I decided to take the reigns and asked him, "How did you get pozzed, Sir? Tell me about your chase." "Oh fuck, you really are nasty." He said. I felt his hands slide around my throat and start to gently choke me when he spoke again, thrusting the whole time. "I'm mostly top, boy. I like being in charge, but I realised I could be more controlling. I knew I needed to get pozzed, so I could poz the boys I wanted. Boys like you. I can control bug chasers, if I can bug you up. "I found myself a gifter and asked him to fuck me. I got him over and asked him to poz me. Simple as that, boy. Same as you're doing now. It took a few months but he got me, boy. My tests showed up poz a couple months ago. Six times. I took six loads of his dirty poz cum, boy. Six toxic loads over 3 months," he explained. "So fucking hot, Sir. I want your strain. Make me your boy," I begged. "You fucking bet, boy," he said. My gifter leaned in as he spoke, thrusting harder and quicker. I knew he was about to cum, so I reached my hands back and pulled the back of his thighs. "Cum inside me again, Sir. Poz me. Share your gift, Sir. Please? Please?" I begged again. "It's fucking yours, boy. Unh, Uhh." With two last pumps, he lay forward and on top of me. "You're gonna get it, boy. I'm not gona fuck anyone else until I know I've infected you. I want you as my first." He said. I didn't move, my dick still hard and leaking. "Fuck yes, Sir. My hole is yours. I want you to poz me. My cunt's all yours, Sir," I promised. "Good lad. Now clean me up, then get dressed. I've got stuff to do."

I woke up cold. We'd drifted off, after our exertions and hadn't gotten underneath the duvet. I lay there, unsure of what to do. Should I wake him, or snuggle closer and his body to keep me warm? Either way I needed to use the bathroom first. I tried to extract myself from his arms without waking him, but I was unsuccessful. The man I'd met hours earlier stirred and spoke to me. "Are you leaving?" He asked me. "No, I just need to piss," I answered, getting off the bed. "First door you come to," he told me. "Are you cold? I'm freezing," he said, moving to get under the blanket. I walked out of the bedroom and into the hallway, finding the first door in the darkness. The light made me recoil, blinded. I relieved myself and wondered what time it was. After I'd finished, I left the light on and went to my clothes, still in a pile by the door into the apartment. I fished my phone out of my pocket; 3.3am. I didn't make much sense of the timing. I was so tired, maybe we'd stayed up longer than I'd thought. I did work 3 loads out of the man. I walked back to the bedroom, feeling a chill creeping in. The room was dark as I dropped my phone onto the padded chair next to the bed and climbed under the covers. I shuffled towards the man who'd bred me only an hour or so before. "Welcome back." His hands grabbed me and pulled me to his body. "You're freezing!" He exclaimed. "You should have said something." "I only just woke up," I told him as my body shuddered, accepting the warmth under the blanket and a man against me. It was still dark when I woke up. I'd drifted off again. This time my dick was hard and I could feel another hard dick against my butt cheeks. I moved, pushing my back and my ass into my new dom. "I was hoping you'd wake up soon," he whispered in my ear. He moved his arm on top of me up, licked his fingers and moved it back underneath the covers. "Unhh," was all I could manage, as his fingers rubbed his spit across my hole. I felt his hand move off my ass before his thick cock pushed against me. I relaxed my hole and angled myself towards him, to make it easier for myself. My hand moved towards the seat, trying to find the bottle of poppers. I found my phone, dragging it towards me, before dropping it and moving my hand back. Finding the small brown bottle, I snapped my hand to my nose. His fat dick was already inside me when I was uncapping the poppers, frantically seeking help. "Huff those poppers, boy." I was ordered. "Deep breaths." I didn't know how he could see me, but I did as I was told. I sniffed deep and hard at the bottle under my nose twice, before capping them and thrusting my hips back towards the dick inside me. We both moved slowly, enjoying a slower fuck. I moaned and grunted, enjoying his thick raw dick. "Thank you, Sir. I fucking love you inside me," I said. "Mhmm. Yeah, you like raw dick, don't you? Tell me you love it raw." "Raw is law, Sir. I love it raw. I haven't used a rubber since I was 20." I confessed. "Good boy. Good boy," he said, each word longer than the last. Our hips thrust against each other for a long time. I was starting to tire out when I heard him say "I'm gonna have to crank it up a notch if you want another load, boy." "How do you want me?" I asked. "On your front, don't move." I rolled onto my front, away from him. His dick slipped out, making me moan. I kept my body still as I reached for the poppers again. My top moved over me, lining his dick up to my hole, still under the duvet. Cold air rushed in at my back, as he lifted himself off me and I started inhaling the poppers. "You want another toxic load, boy?" I answered as I exhaled. "Yes, sir. Knock me up." He pushed inside as I exhaled again. "You're gonna get it, gonna get infected. You want me to convert you?" "Yes, please. Give me what you got, I need it, poz me up, Sir," I begged. The man on top of me started to pound at my hole. I felt his sweat dripping onto my back as he talked dirty to me. "I'm gonna give you my bugs. You're gonna get it, boy. Tell me you want HIV. Beg me for a poz load." I obeyed every instruction. I kept my body still, whilst he fucked me hard and fast, replying to his poz verbal. "Give me everything, Sir. Give it to me. I want HIV, infect me. I need poz cum!" After a few minutes, I felt him shudder. He thrust deep and hard, then lay down on top of me. I grabbed the blanket and pulled it back up over us both. A few minutes more, he spoke to me, "Suck me clean, boy. I thought you liked ass to mouth?" I pulled his cock out of my hole and shuffled down the bed to find his softening member. I opened my mouth and enveloped him, tasting his toxic cum and my bloody cunt. I couldn't taste much blood, wondering if I'd dodged the bullet tonight. 'Time will tell,' I told myself. Slinking back up the bed. hoping to be spooned for the rest of the night, I was met with a white plastic strip in front of me. "You're neg, boy. Your test is negative." "I'd almost forgot we did that," I said, moving my back against his chest. "Me, too... I'm glad you're neg. I hope I get to change that," he said, before throwing the test onto the chair and wrapping his arms around me.

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.

(This is a semi-true account of my recent bathhouse excursion. Yes, I am 23. The inner struggle described is real. If you want to help bring out my inner slut, DM me. I lurk on here way too much, and want to live out some of my fantasies with a truly dom top.) Also, this is my first story on here. Would love feedback on what worked and didn't. I don't have much experience writing stories. (pic of my body) Finals were over. Fuck was I glad. This past semester was super hard. All my classes were so boring and a lot of my friends were graduating, so everyone was on edge the entire time. Whatever, at least it’s over. To reward myself, I planned on getting high and going to the bathhouse to get fucked. You’d think that being 23, smooth with a tight body and well defined 6-pack would get you a lot of dick in college, but a lot of guys on campus usually chicken out. So I waited until classes were done to make up for all the dick I should have gotten. It was Friday night and most of my friends were out getting drunk to celebrate summer. Boring! Instead I shaved my hole, douched, and got ready to go to the bathhouse. I saved a couple pills of E from a rave I went to, and I was determined to get high and get my ass destroyed. “But...no bareback,” I repeated over and over again. “Promise me you’ll make guys use condoms,” I repeated. I was determined to minimize the after-fuck guilt and scare. I love feeling raw dick slide into my hole. I love having the shaft rub my Gspot and make me moan. And I especially love feeling the cock spasm as the top shoots his warm cum in my ass. I love all these things! BUT, I always work myself into a frenzy afterwards. I would do myself a favor and use condoms, so I won’t freak out the day after. “Condoms only!” I committed I finally got to the bathhouse. I timed the pills so they would kick in by the time I got the bathhouse. I got a locker, undressed and wrapped a towel around my tight, jock body. I was shivering from nervousness. As much as I love sex, doing it with random strangers still scares me a bit. Being a hypochondriac and cum slut isn’t the best combination. Oh well, that’s why I took the E. I got in the hot tub to relax a bit. There were a lot of guys here tonight I noted. After a few minutes, I got out to walk around. In the first hallway, I walked past a room with an open door. Inside was a pretty well-built daddy, probably in his late 40’s. He motioned me in. I acquiesced. “You are really sexy,” he told me. “Thanks. So are you,” I responded. I got on my knees and sucked his nice 7-inch cock. After several minutes, I got his cock rock hard. By now, the E had fully kicked in. In fact, I think I took too much, because I was getting a bit disoriented. My body was tingly all over, and my thoughts raced. My vision was going in and out, but I was still focused on his cock. The fit daddy pointed to the bed, and my inner submissive whore hastily obeyed. I got on my back and lifted my legs up, exposing my smooth hole. He grabbed the bottle of lube, squirted some on his cock, and rubbed some on my hole. He walked closer and lined his cockhead to my hole. “Um, can you please use a condom,” I weakly asked. The top frowned, but he nodded his head. He went to his bag and grabbed a condom. “Suck my dick some more, baby,” the daddy commanded. I quickly gobbled up his cock. Good job I thought to myself. Way to stick to our agreement of no BB. Within a few minutes, his cock was hard again, getting past the fact that he had to wrap it up. He ripped the wrapper and rolled on the condom, lubed up his cock, and approached my hole. I was on my back again and saw his face. The face of intent. His body glistened with manliness. I could never get this back at my college campus. This much man. This much experience and dominance. I was in bliss. He slowly pushed in. My hole wasn’t used to condoms, so it really hurt. The daddy was slow though. He added more lube and kept pushing. After about 5 minutes, he still hadn’t made much progress. “You’re really tight,” he whispered in my ear with his cock still pressed against my hole. “Yeah, sorry. It’s been a while...are you neg?” I asked “Why does it matter” he retorted with annoyance, “I’m wearing a condom.” Don’t even think about asking him to fuck you raw! I screamed at myself. Come on slut! You know you want it. You play coy, but you and I know you’re going to let him fuck you raw, I urged myself. What’s another night of bareback. You’ve earned it. You got a 4.0 this quarter. Reward yourself with raw cock. “Hey, maybe you can just tease my hole without a condom for a bit.,” I meekly said. The daddy stood back up and his face brightened up. In his smile, there was a tinge of darkness. He was going to fuck me raw and load me up. He knew this, and I knew this. “Ok, baby,” he responded. He quickly threw off the condom. Then he spit on my hole and rubbed his cock up and down. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and threw my head back. The hot daddy saw this and pushed his cock into my hole. “We really shouldn’t. Please don’t fuck me raw,” I unconvincingly pleaded. My voice was so soft and weak that both of us knew I didn’t mean it. He kept pushing. I moaned. Skin on skin feels so good. A few moments later, he was inside. I felt his warm cock pulsating. I looked at him. Any bit of care and tenderness was wiped from his face. In their place was pure lust. He looked at me with animal eyes. Even his breathing changed. His breaths were now grunts. He slid his cock halfway out and then rammed it back in. His slow rhythm was in perfect sync with his grunts. His cock was rubbing my hole in all the right places. I was moaning so loudly. I knew the whole bathhouse could hear me, but I was too high and in too much pleasure to fucking care. “Fuck yeah, bitch! Take my cock” he said to me. “Ugh yeah, please fuck me! Your cock feels so good!” I moaned. He pulled his cock all the way out, slapped my hole, and then shoved it back in. His sweat dripped on me. His odor flooded my senses. I was enveloped in this god’s aura. He varied his pace for a few more minutes before flipping me over. I backed myself up furiously on his raw cock. My body felt like electricity from the E. He slapped my ass and then grabbed my hips to gain control. He pounded my ass for what felt like hours. I was in slut heaven. Then without warning, he pulled out and stepped away. I turned around, showing him desperate, pleading eyes. Even with my impaired vision, I could see the sweat that glistened on his body. His masculine stance with huge arms flexed on either side. He was breathing heavily, sign of the work he’s been putting in. “Please fuck me, sir. Your cock feels so good. I really need it,” my depraved self pleaded. “I’m getting close, boy. I’m about to bust my load, “ he responded,“If I keep fucking you, I’m going to breed you. I’m not wasting my load on your bac.,” I didn’t say anything. I was paralyzed by conflict. I was paralyzed by how good his cock felt. I was paralyzed by how much I wanted his load inside my hole. Not waiting for my response, he flipped me on my back and shoved his cock inside me. “Ohhhhhh fuckkk yes,” my mouth finally vocalized. He took my ankles and pushed them way back. He had a perfect view of my hole. But instead, he fixed his gazed on my face. As he pounded my hole, he said to me, “I’m going to breed your hole boy. Fill your guts with my warm seed. My hot seed.” The room was filled with guttural noises and animal instincts: Cock in and out. Sweat dripped. In. And out. Grunting. Bam. Bam. Bam. In. And Out. Grunt. Moan. “Please spit on me. Make me your bitch,” I pleaded as I sniffed in more of his scent. He scoffed at me. His eyes were filled with disgust. Here is a dumb bitch asking to be spit on taking raw cock. The same dumb bitch that pretended to want condoms. The same bitch that is high out of his mind. Disgust swirled in his mouth and he quickly spat on my face. Then, BAMMM he smacked my face with all his might and I lost my breath due to the shock and pain. He grabbed my face and turned me to face him. “Beg me for my seed, you dumb bitch,” he demanded. “Beg me to breed your cunt.” FUCKING BEG HIM, YOU WHORE. I screamed to myself. “Please, sir. Please breed me,” I managed. “Yeah? You want it? Say it, bitch. Tell me what you want,” he urged. “Your hot load. Please fill me up. I want your cum,” I said with more strength. “Oh fuck yeah, boy! I’m going to fill you up with my load,” he continued. “Yes!! Fuck me. Fuck your poz load into me,” I moaned. He stopped fucking me and said, “Poz load? Who said I was poz?” I came out of my haze and sheepishly smiled at him. “Sorry.” “Oh so you’re a fucking chaser aren’t you? You sick, dirty fuck. I bet you want poz loads, huh? I bet you want my dick to flood you with venom.” I could tell this was really turning him on. He picked up his paced. He was really railing me now. “You’re going to get my poz load. I’m going to fill you up with my sick dick,” he yelled. “Yes, fill me with your poz load! I need it! PLEASE!” I exclaimed. My inner slut was out. “Fuck yeah, boy!” the hot daddy exclaimed. And with that, he thrusted into me hard. His whole body was shuddering as he half collapsed on top of me. “Ohhhh fuckkk,” he grunted. I felt his cock pulsate in my hole. Moving up and down slightly. Then I felt warmness inside my hole. With each pulse, my hole felt warmer and slicker. I had milked this hot daddy for his man juices, and I felt so proud. Despite all the inner turmoil, I loved the feeling of being bred. The danger and risk. The weight as the top presses down from pleasure and exhaustion. I loved everything about it. After a few minutes, the top composed himself. He slowly slid out of my hole, and just gave me a smirk. “Thank you, sir,” I offered. “You’re welcome, slut,” he returned. He pushed me over to make room for him on the dirty mattress. I rested in his arms for some mandatory post-coital cuddling. He said that was hot and asked how old I was. “23,” I said. “Fuck, such a slut at such a young age.” “Hahah, yeah I watch a lot of porn and read some pretty angular erotica,” I said. “Angular erotica...hah!” After a few minutes, I got restless. I was still rolling hard from the E and now that I have fully abandoned safety, I was intent on getting more dick. I got up and wrapped my towel around my waist. I thank him again, and made my way for the door. I paused and turned to face him one last time. “Are you actually poz?” I asked . “Maybe,” he said coldly. I just smiled and exited the room. My body still pulsating from the E. If only my professors and friends could see me right now; I thought to myself, the control freak that asks smartass questions in class is taking anonymous cum up his ass. With that thought, I walked into the dimly lit, red-tinged hallway. The night had just begun.

Hi all, True to form, this story builds and will eventually include chems, so please be patient with me. I also promise to flesh this one more than previous stories. Enjoy! ——————— This story is inspired by true events. I was in a weird place. All my college friends just graduated a couple weeks ago. I should have been there with them, but instead, I was kicked out a few months prior. Depression and not knowing how to ask for help. To say I was feeling lost was an understatement. Didn’t know what the next moves would be, but I knew that I wanted to get home. Wanting a bit of alone time to think, I decided to drive home from New York to Colorado. Wasn’t trying to sightsee or be slow about it. Just wanted to be on the road for a few days in my own. Clocked 7-9 hours of driving every day and stayed at any roadside motel once the sun set. After checking out of my motel located near Chicago, I hopped in my car and started speeding through the highway. Didn’t stop by Steamworks or anything. Again was in a funky mood and wasn’t feeling particularly horny. Was on autopilot not realizing how fast I was going when I hear sirens and see a police car trailing me with the lights on. I pulled over and the police officer approaches my car. I pull the windows down. “Hi, officer,” I said. “Do you know why I pulled you over?” he asked. “No, sir.” “You were speeding and your registration is expired.” “I’m so sorry. I’m on my way back and will renew it then. I’m so sorry.” A moment of silence. I was panicking not wanting a ticket or to get in trouble with the law. This was before BLM took off, when it wasn’t as well-known how corrupt cops can be. (Yes I know there were news, but I was a clueless twenty year old. Wasn’t paying much attention to the news back then.) So I wasn’t as combative as I would be now. Quite the opposite. I was extremely deferential. “Get out of the car and follow me.” I did as I was told, walking to the back thinking I’m going to get arrested. “Front seat,” he said. A bit confused but too scared to really register what this all meant, I got in the front seat. “What are you doing in Chicago right now?” he asked A bit confused by the question, but I told him that I was on my way back home. “So you’re not here for IML?” Listen, I was young but not naive. I’ve been jacking off to bareback, chem, bug chasing porn and erotica for a few years by this point. In fact, I had been jacking off relentlessly to Treasure Island’s “Slammed” fantasizing I could be Jon Phelps. The way his pupils dilated and his face turned demonic after being shot up. I was afraid of needles, but craved that carnal energy. I wanted to be ravaged by hot, sweaty men. Men with guts. Men with abs. Smooth or hairy. Old. Young. Didn’t matter, as long as they had big cocks and would dump their loads into me. I wanted to be owned. To be gangbanged. Live as a cumdump. Deep down I wondered if I was meant for the normal corporate life. If getting kicked out was a sign that I was meant for the road less traveled. Maybe do porn or sex work. Or be someone’s sex slave. Didn’t have a great relationship with family anyway, so they probably won’t care if they never hear from me. I had a dirty mind and the benefit of youth. My body was toned and naturally hairless. I worked out a few times a week and ran, but didn’t have the typical musical gym bodies you see now on social media. I had a tight chest with large nipples and abs. I’ve been told though, my best feature is my face. To this day, I still have an incredibly boyish face. Large eyes, soft nose, plump lips. I look submissive. Because deep down I am. “Why are you here?” I think I knew where this was headed, but I had to tread lightly. My fear quickly transformed into excitement. I started shaking a bit, but I tried my best to stay cool. “No, sir, I’m not here for IML. I do want to go at some point though.” “Oh you do huh?” His right hands moved slowly to his crotch, and he squeezed ever so slightly but enough to leave no room for doubt for anyone closely watching. I was closely watching.

== 1 == Jason is transferred college athlete. 6’2, muscular, round ass, 9.5 in dick, blonde hair and in the closet. In his previous school there just wasn't enough excitement for him so he decided to attend a bigger school to spice up his sex life. Coach told him today that he's got to get his physical done. Coach has asked the trainer to stay a little longer so Jason will come in as soon as he's done with practice. Jason rushed over to the sport medicine building. It is quiet because no one is here in the evening. Jason is wearing a white shorts and a navy blue shirt. Both are soaked in sweat because he just left practice. He knocked on the door lightly then answered the door was a 6’5 tall man, muscular too with a firm belly with nicely trimmed facial hair. He has a lab coat on but just a t-shirt underneath. Jason could practically see the trainer’s naked chest, his raisin size nipples and nipple rings.. Jason has been watching daddy type porn lately and this trainer totally fits that category. Something about pounding a grown men’s hole and hearing them moan is super satisfying to him. He could practically hear Luke moaning while begging him to pound harder in my mind, but he realized that in reality, he was starring so he quickly looked up and said “Hi. I'm Jason from the volleyball team. Thank you for staying late for me. Coach told me that I have a few things that aren't completed and today is the last day I can get them done” “Hey Jason. I'm Luke. It's no problem. Let's get you in and out of here so we can be both go on and enjoy our weekend. Come on in and let's get your measurements” Luke put his hand on Jason's back to direct him in “Wow. You're soaking wet” Luke said “Yeah. Sorry. I rush straight here after practice. Normally I'd take a shower after practice but I didn't want to make you wait too long” Jason answered Luke held a tablet in his hand looking through Jason's record and said “well.. I didn't realize how many things you have to complete today. Couple of things will take me a few minutes to prepare. There's a few showers in the back. If you want to go get yourself cleaned up while I get everything ready you can. Just leave your clothes off and be in your underwear when you are done. You can put them back on when we're done taking measurements.” “Ok. Sounds good” “Just walk all the way back and make a right then you'll see them” Jason got his toiletry bag out of his backpack and got in the shower Jason thought “Wow. I dodged a bullet there. Hopefully he didn't see my raging hard when he was talking to me. I tried to hide it by holding my bag in front of me. Who knew the school trainer is this hot. If he wasn't wearing that lab coat I would have thought he walked out of one of those porn videos I watched last night” As Jason rubs soap up and down his body, his finger linger around his nipples for a bit longer. When he slid his hand in between his butt cheek, he touched his hole with his middle finger and penetrated it slightly and he found his other hand wrapped around his cock slowly stroking it up and down. “Fuck what am I doing. I really should rub one out so I have less of a chance embarrassing myself with a boner but that would have taken too long so fuck it. But fuuuuuck I'm so horny. Had I known I'd have to come here I wouldn't have saved my load for the long weekend. At least I'll be in my underwear Actually….no I will not. I grabbed my jockstrap this morning bc I didn't know I'm coming here after practice. My underwear is soaking wet so he'd for sure know if I rewear it. Fuck it. It's only for a moment anyway. I have nothing to hide. Plus…. maybe things will go exactly like the videos I watched last night 😁” Jason still thinking about the image of him pounding Luke and the sound of Luke saying ‘give it to me harder, boy. Fuck me’ Jason turned the water to the coldest setting right before getting out to get rid of his boner. Alright. Let's get this measurement thing done. Just need to not get hard in the next 15 min then I'll be good. The towel is barely long enough to wrap around Jason's waist. It's more of a workout towel than a bath towel so with one hand holding on to the towel at his waist and the other hand carrying his backpack, Jason makes his way back to the trainer. He watched Luke’s face closely, hoping that he could pick up a sign from Luke so he could talk suggestively and see if Luke picked up on it. He didn’t want to fuck up his sport scholarship though so that’s why he watched Luke’s reaction closely because he couldn’t afford to be wrong if he decided to hit on Luke. Unfortunately, Luke didn't react to Jason's half naked body. He just instructed him to remove the towel. step on the scale and told him that he’ll be getting his measurements and he has to check his testicles. “Wha…ohhhh ok” Jason said and tried not to act surprised. He dropped his towel and stood there in his jock while Luke got down to measure his waist. His nose is less than an inch away from Jason's bulge but still seem professional and uninterested in Jason's body. He quickly measured Jason's chest, waist, arms and thighs. While down there, he reached for Jason's balls and juggle them around a few times. Jason caught offguard softly let out a moan but he quickly silent himself but his dick grow larger and harder quickly and there was nothing he could do about it but watch it grew. He panicked a little. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I couldn't help it” His said to Luke while looking down at his fully erected dick. His right hand is rubbing the back of his hand, feeling embarrassed and still trying to get rid of all the dirty thoughts that came rushing into his head Luke stood back up and paid no attention to Jason's hard throbbing dick and didn't really acknowledge what Jason said on purpose. “You have to take a flu shot. Which arm is your hitting arm?” He asked “my right” Jason said “What else do I have to do on the list? If you don't mind me asking” Jason said “This is the last thing we have to do". After a long pause while Luke grabbed every he needs, he walked to the left of Jason and asked "This shot is gonna make you feel warm. Anyway... Do you have any plans tonight?” Finally a friendly gesture that Jason has been hoping for. Jason open his mouth and was about to answer but Luke swiftly push the shot in Jason's left arm. Jason felt a rush that he has never felt before. He gasped and couldn't catch his breath.. He tried to breath and gather himself. He looked to his left and noticed Luke took off his lab coat but his bulge was all Jason could focus on. To be continued….

A few years ago I was on vacation in Fort Lauderdale and was looking for some 420 on the hookup apps. Found this profile, blank pic but name was 420Daddy and messaged him and as luck would have it, he had some to sell and we arranged quick pick up. I was planning on going out to the bars right after so I took a few pregame shots and was all showered and fresh wearing a Jock under my shorts and tank. His place was only a few blocks away so I started walking over and he said to not knock or ring bell cause his family was home but just to message when I was at the front gate. I do as he says and am waiting for him out by the front gate which has high shrubs and no lights. He comes out, tall guy, at least 6’ tall, black guy, goatee and buzzed hair. He’s wearing a tank top and basketball shorts and flip flops. Of course I immediately look down at his basketball shorts and was not disappointed at all. I introduce myself and give him the money, he takes it and gives me the 420 and introduces himself as Zeke. I guess it was the shots or just being in vacation mode but I immediately clarify, “I thought it was Daddy?”. He immediately looks me up and down and I can see the change in his eyes and face. The environment immediately getting charged with tension. His only reply is, “do you want to call me daddy?” and grabs me by the waist and kisses me. It all happens so fast but we’re making out and he pulls me to the side of the tall hedges and has his hands down the back of my pants exploring and almost growls when he feels I’m wearing a jockstrap. He’s flush against me and I can feel his hard dick pressing against my stomach. It was the most unintentional hottest random moment going from a quick pick up to this intense moment. Not very long after I’m on my knees with his basketball shorts around his ankles and doing my best to throat his dick. He keeps shh-ing me but also keeps fucking the back of my throat. I hear him spit on his hands and quickly he’s fingering my hole. He does it a second time while I pull poppers out of my pocket and quickly take a hit. Before I even take a full first hit he’s turned me around and pressing his dick against my hole. He used a lot of spit so his head dipped right inside. He gasps and holds it there as I’m taking my second hit of poppers. I feel my heart beating in my ears but trying to keep quiet while he whispers, “oh fuck” and starts pushing deeper inside me. Once he’s balls deep he holds me there and I can feel his dick get even harder. After almost a whole minute he slowly starts fucking me, slowly and then building then he pulls out until just his head is in and then slams in again. I’m whimpering and moaning but his hand is over my mouth. He pulls me balls deep again and asks for poppers. I take two big hits and then give them to him. He takes a big hit and then breathes it into my ear and says, “call me daddy” “Fuck me….daddy” was all I could whisper out before he puts his hand over my mouth to the point of near discomfort and immediately starts fucking me hard. The entire front yard dark and quiet except the sounds of his balls slapping against my ass and my muffled moaning. I feel him get his hardest yet and then he holds me balls deep while emptying them completely inside me. Almost another full minute does he hold me there until he slowly pulls out with another “fuck” and slaps my ass once. He gives me my 420 money back and says to hit him up when I leave the bars… To be continued?

Yes, hair loss is one of the (many many) side effects of interferon. It also can have some really serious ones like heart damage and irreversible high blood pressure. The new drugs have only been available since 2014.

Moderator's Note: You can't get pozzed by skipping 2 doses of PrEP, so this is being moved into fiction. I'm 30. I've always been super health-conscious. I remember being super scared of HIV before I moved from a small town out East. Now I live in San Francisco. I volunteer in HIV prevention for crying out loud but I've always been thirsty for poz men and toxic cum. I would jack off to videos of neg men verbally getting pozzed all the time. One day I was walking home from work, not a great neighborhood, this older black guy is walking past me, a little roughed up but cleaned up enough. I've seen him walking around on the streets before. I was so fucking horny unknown to him, I hadn't had sex in a month. I felt the energy off him right away, but I knew that had I missed a couple doses of my PrEP that week... "Having a good night?" I tried to be nice. "Yeah, it's nice." "You have a boyfriend?" I laughed, "No I wish!" "...Take me home with you." he said. "Sorry I don't live alone." I followed. "Oh ok." We then walked with each other to the corner. While waiting for the crosswalk he just asked me straight out, "You wanna follow me?" Without hesitating, I said yeah. We walked a block away to this kind of open empty ally way, behind an Office Depot. It's like 9pm. He walked behind a dumpster, I walk up to him. He pulls his pants down and he had a nice healthy looking cock. Not the biggest but thick, thank goodness, I knew I was going to get *something out of this. I got to my knees, and sucked him off. He tasted good, not dirty, clean enough. He was really enjoying himself. I suck him off for like five minutes. We pause for a moment and he asks, "Can I fuck you?" "...Yeah." I said. I then get up, pull my pants down and lean against the dumpster, he then does his best to adjust himself and we both try to just force him in, only my spit to help him. And fuck, he was in and he dirty cock felt like a real presence. He started to fuck me.. raw..this quasi-homeless guy in an ally way, a block away from the shit-hole I lived in. He wasn't too fast, but damn he felt good. A guy probably like 10-20 years older than me. About near the end, we see these car lights behind us. I freak out and look back hoping it wasn't the police. It was this random van at the end. It stalled there for a few seconds before it drove off. The homeless guy keep going fucking me against the dumpster. I then hear these ridiculous moans from him and he cums in me. He sounded ridiculous but I was so turned on. He catches his breath. Pulls out of me. Pats me on the shoulder and walks off, "Thanks kid." Nearly four weeks later, I got my routine checks like I do every three months. They said they wanted to see me.. I was in the middle of changing clinics I completely spaced out what happened a month before. I hadn't had sex since then. I sat on the clinic bed as the doctor came in with a second guy I hadn't seen before, "Your tests came back as reactive.." For a split second the world just froze. I never thought I'd be blindsided like this. They took additional tests and just as they told me, I was now positive for HIV.. all because I missed a few doses and one random night, I said yes to being fucked raw by a homeless guy behind a dumpster. This was months ago now. And you know what? If I saw him, I'd do it again..

Rivals Dynasty and Dallas. This one could be called "dyNASTY". 🙂

I’d been with my girlfriend for a couple years. EVERY time things got hot in bed, I’d bust my nut way too early. Then feel too tired to do much else. My girl loved receiving oral, which I liked going down on her. But I would stroke myself off while eating her out. She had some bi tendencies and a couple of times she had hooked up with other girls and really enjoyed a girl going down on her. So she hatched a plan. She borrowed a skimpy dress from one of her friends who was a couple sizes larger than she was, bought some fishnet stockings and pink frilly panties. I come home from work one day and these clothes were laid out with a note. “Put these on and come eat me out bitch”. I’d never dressed like a girl, but getting dressed got me excited. I got to the bedroom, and she was naked playing with herself. She sees me in the dress and tells me “dinner’s ready, eat it up”. It was so hot, and I came almost instantly just putting my tongue between her thighs. She told me I needed to last longer. She gets out her phone and finds male chastity cages. Asks if I’d be willing to try, getting locked up for a couple hours while I pleasure her. I read the guys who try this have mindblowing orgasms once they are released. I made no promises that I’d wear it more than once. She said to go get one, And maybe some gogo boots to complete the girl look. Why not, sounded like she would really enjoy it. We look on line and find a couple of physical stores down in the city that should have what she wanted for me. I was getting ready to go to the store that Saturday, and she said “wouldn’t it be more fun if you went shopping in the stockings and panties?” I started to hesitate, and she started pulling off my pants. She convinced me to do whatever she wanted when she started giving me a bj. I did not last long before I exploded in her mouth, put the panties and stockings on under my pants and drove off. 45 minutes later and I was parking at the store. I went in and started looking for the boots first. A man came up and asked if I needed any help. He was an older white guy, maybe early 60’s, just in shorts and a t-shirt. I actually did need help. I had no clue about sizing. I told him my girlfriend’s feet were about the same size as mine. He winked and stated to add about 1.5 sizes larger. Cool, picked some out, but they were expensive. Almost $200. But why not, right? Then I was looking for the cage. I’m standing in front of 3 different sizes. The older guy from earlier asks again if I need help. I tell him I don’t know what size I need. He says “ grab the medium, head to the bathroom, and try it on.” He points to a door with a sign that says “employees only”. I was like “Are you sure? I’d have to open the packaging.” He says “Yes, we send stuff back all the time that someone has tried.” Cool. I went into the bathroom, but no lock on the door. Oh well. I took off my shoes and pants. I zipped the boots up. They fit perfectly. Next, I open the packaging for chastity cage. It’s pink plastic with a couple of keys that go into a cylinder to unlock it. I was fumbling trying to get it on before I got too hard. I heard a satisfying click when I got everything in place. I was looking at myself in the mirror on the back of the door when it burst open. “What the fuck are you doing in here faggot?!” came out of the mouth of the huge black man standing in front of me. I started to explain “The old guy told me..” He said “You mean your boyfriend?”. I stammer “N N No, I have a girlfriend”. He looks me up and down. He’s like 6’4”, and built like a defensive lineman. Dressed in a white button down shirt and gray slacks. “I am so tired of you faggots stealing shit out of my store!” he said. I said “I was going to pay…” “Bull-FUCKING-shit. Take MY boots off NOW!” he said. As I started to comply, he walks into the small bathroom and shuts the door behind him. He said “Stop, you kind of look good in them you little faggot. I’m going to make you earn them.” “ W W What do you mean? I’m not gay, my girlfriend..” “You’re MY girlfriend now.” With that, he pulls out a massive cock, at least 9 inches. As I stand there staring at it, he said “on your knees, it’s not going to suck itself.” As I started to protest, he grabbed my shoulder and easily pushed me on my knees being unsteady standing in half unzipped gogo boots. “Suck it faggot, and if I feel any teeth I’ll knock them the fuck OUT!” This is when I sucked the first cock in my life. It felt wrong….but good. I was opening my mouth almost as wide as it could to take his massive shaft. He then put his big hands behind my head and jammed his massive cock in my throat. I was trying to gag, but he held steady. It seemed like ages and he let go. I was…. enjoying this? I could feel my cock pushing against it’s constraints so I could not get hard. Since he had let go, I assumed we were done. I started to stand up. “Where the FUCK do you think you’re going?” his voice boomed. “Turn around and pull those panties off.” “No fucking way am I…” SMACK He slapped me across the face and move me into position to rape my ass. “No,PLEASE, I don’t want this” “You should have thought of that before you tried stealing from my store. Now put that ass up.” I complied. He sipt on my ass, and rubbed something else on it, then PAIN. I was SCREAMING. “Shut the fuck up faggot, I know you’ve had bigger than my finger up in you.” FINGER? Holy shit. He kept this up for a minute or two and kept muttering that he was going to break in this tight pussy. He pulled his finger out and positioned his cock right on my hole. “Where’s the condom??!” “I don’t know, did you steal any of them from me FAGGOT?” As he was saying “faggot”, he force his cock into my virgin hole. My god did it hurt! After a couple of minutes, the pain started to become pleasurable? Was I actually enjoying being raped? It seemed like hours, the pleasure subsided and turned to pain again as the picked up the pace. He was pulling further out and slammin his shaft in my ass. I could feel his balls slapping me. “Take my toxic load FAGGOT!” he screams as he stops thrusting and holds my hips so tight I can’t possibly pull away as he shoots his load into me. He pulled out with a wet plop sound and stood up. “Don’t fucking move faggot”. I didn’t. I could feel his cum oozing out of my ruined asshole. He comes back and moves me to the toilet. I think he is going to piss on me, but the reality is much worse. He gets me on my knees again, and handcuffs me to the toilet. “Those boots are $200. You’ve earned $20.” Over the next couple hours, I received a ball gag as I was screaming when he sold me to the next person for $20. And the next, until my debt was paid. I was uncuffed and allowed to put my pants back on. As I was leaving, the store owner said “Only come back if you are giving that ass away. No one wants to pay to fuck a fag with AIDS. On the drive home I stopped to consider what just happened. My cock is locked in a cage, and the keys are lost back at the store. I’ve been raped by multiple men who were HIV positive. And I enjoyed it. I turned the car around to go back to the city. That night, I left the pants in the car, and walked the back alleys in gogo boots, stockings, and soiled panties in search of any cock that would fill the gap in my ass…

I've been. It's a LOT like a normal CumUnion party, but more bears. I enjoyed the thicker, hairier men. There were plenty of hairless gym types as well, but they weren't the majority. It SEEMED a bit more relaxed, but still cruisy. Lots of fucking and sucking. Saw a few condoms in use, but lots of bareback too, so I was happy.

The following story and character is based loosely on my past life as an escort… please try to comment and saay what turns you on about it so I can continue the storyline.. hi everyone, im writing this blog post at the request of my newly born relationship with my uncle who recently became my owner via an exchange made directly between him and my last handler. He believes every new cumdump slut needs to be announced and introduced to this website once they are ready to be anyone’s bitch. I am 19 and first learned about my uncle’s interest a few months after my 18th birthday. It all started when my bf introduced me to his hidden affinity for using Tina to fuck guys younger than him (he’s 36 and was cheating on me a lot which i now find very hot). It began when he filled my hole with his piss after breeding me … he obtained consent from me before dont worry…. Oops hold up im being summoned… will continue this later

I agree about conflicted - some of it is so real it's hard to tell the difference already. There is so much body dysmorpia already, self-esteem issues, so much steroid use. I LOVE hot jacked guys as much as anyone, but I can see a growing problem if it appears that EVERYONE is a perfect sex god. It would be hypocritical if I didn't admit how much it turns me on at the same time 🙂 therefore conflicted

Aaron's friend Bart needed some new swimwear. He got invited to a pool party that promised a lot of good ass to fuck. He walked into to the local shop and was greeted by a cute twink. He was younger than himself and had a tight little body. He was wearing cute tight shorts and a tight tank top. "We are going to close in about 10 minutes so if you want to buy something you may want to look quickly", the clerk said Bart walked into the back of the store and started looking at swimwear. He pulled out a few suits and asked the young clerk if he could try them on. He picked out two bikini style with full back. Both were small on the front and would show his stick. "Right this way", the clerk said He led him to the dressing room and pulled back the curtain. The curtain was translucent on the top half and not at all see thru on the bottom half. Bart pulled the curtain closed and started trying each one on. Each had a different cut and showed his cock off differently. "Hi do you need some assistance. I can help.", the clerk said Bart was semi hard and said sure. I cant decide maybe you can help. The clerk pulled open the curtain and his eyes went down to his swimsuit and cock. "That looks very nice on you. It shows you off well. Can i see you in the others so i can give make a selection." the clerk said smiling and licking his lips Bart took off the bikini he had on and his semi hard cock plopped out. He put on the next one. "Very nice, this one makes your cock look fatter than the last bikini or is it cause someone is getting excited", the clerk said Bart squeezed his now hard cock and pulled off the bikini and put on the last one pushing his now rock hard cock into the small bikini. It barely hid his now hard cock. "Ohhh nice this doesnt hide anything. I like this one best. I like the way it stretches over your cock" the clerk said now tracing his fingers over his hard cock. Bart pulled down his bikini and said, "suck on it, you know you want to". The clerk dropped to his knees and started sucking Bart. He swallowed Bart whole and took him deep in his throat. "Damn you are one good cock sucker. I bet your ass is good too", Bart said shoving his cock down the clerk's throat The clerk easily sucked down his cock deep in his throat which made Bart moan as he felt the clerks throat massage the head of his cock. "Ohhh your throat feels like a tight cunt....oh yeah", Bart moaned "Yes it does", said a voice "Oh shit", Bart said pulling his cock back out of the clerk's mouth He looked over at the voice and it was Aaron's friend at the bar. It was Brian. "Hi we didnt meet that night, my name is Brian", he reached out his hand and they shook, Brian not letting go of Bart's hand. "You are Aarons friend at the bar", Bart said and smiled back "Yes i am. You enjoying yourself with my employee", Brian said now next to Bart still holding his hand and having his other hand on Barts lower back. "Ohhh yes. His mouth is incredible" Bart said "Yes i know, ive had mine down his mouth many times" Brian said pulling down his shorts and pulling out his now huge semi hard cock Bart just stared at how big it was and watched the clerk now suck on his cock. Brian reached over and started stroking Barts still hard cock "You have a beautiful cock", Brian whispered cuddling up to Bart "Uhhh thank you", Bart said getting a little fuzzy in the head. Brian smelled incredible to him. "I am sorry we didnt get to meet that night", Brian said "Yes well i didnt want to interupt you too. You looked like you were having an intimate conversation", Bart said flirting with Brian "Yeah you could tell", Brian said smiling and moved closer next to Bart putting his arm on his waist. "What else did you think", Brian said "I thought you two were goign to hook up. I told Aaron i was surprised he left a hot hunk like you" BArt said "Yeah, you woudl have stayed", Brian asked "Hmmm i think so."BArt said flirting and staring at Brians huge cock Brian took his hand and pulled out of Cotys mouth and placed Barts hand on his cock. "Its so huge and i feel it throbbing", Bart said "It likes you", Brian said leaning into Bart Bart kept stroking Brians huge cock. Brian reached over and started to kiss Bart, with one hand playing with his cock and the other on his ass. Bart kissed Brian back and opened his mouth and let Brians tongue invade and take over his mouth. Brian moved his kisses to his next and pushed Barts face towards his shoulder to get more access to his neck. Bart let his assault his neck and moaned into Brians shoulder and couldnt resist and leaned into his pit and inhaled. Bart moaned as Brian started to suck on his neck "Yeah all your bottom boys luv that shit dont you", Brian said "im not a bottom", Bart tried to argue back softly Brian went back and sucked harder on his neck biting him and Bart let out a louder moan and moving his body closer to Brian and leaning into his pit. "Yeah inhale. You like Daddy's smell dont you boy", Brian said "ohhh yes", Bart said unknowingly "Yes Daddy", Brian said into his ear "Go ahead inhale deep and taste it too", Brian said now lifting his arm pit and still licking, kissing and sucking Barts neck "Ohhhh yes Daddy" is all Bart could say whose head was in a daze and intoxicated with Brians smell and the sucking on his neck and didnt realize that the clerk was sucking his cock and balls again. He didnt even realize that Brians finger was massaging his hole Bart winced as Brians finger pushed in..."Im not a bottom i dont take dick" Bart said while kissing Brian "You sure, i will make you feel things you never have before and truly experience real pleasure", Brian said kissing Bart Now Brians finger was almost all the way in and starting to massage his prostate which made Bart moan loud "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Daddy" Bart moaned out loud. He had never felt anything soo good. His body was electrified from the inside. Brain slowly worked his prostate while kissing Bart and playing with his nipples. He pulled away from Coty and his cock flopped out of his mouth hard now. Brian pulled out his finger and Bart looked disappointed at him. Brian turned him around and bent him over. "No please dont fuck me i dont want Aids", Bart said "Dont worry baby i wont fuck you unless you want me to. Just relax, im going to make you feel good. How do you know im Poz", Brian said He then went down and started to eat Barts ass out. "Ohhhhhh god.......ughhhhhhhhhhhh....Daddy please", Bart moaned Bart had a difficult time comprehending as he was such in a horny frenzy. Brian slapped his ass and asked the question again, pulling out his fingers and stopped eating his ass Panting Bart responded and as he started to talk Brian stuck his fingers back in. Bart told him Aaron told him that you were poz and that you pozzed his friend from class. "he told me.....in fact Aarons friend begged you to poz him", Bart said head down still moaning. He could see his cock just leaking tons of precum looking through his legs and seeing Brians huge cock. "yes he did. he begged me for it. he wanted it bad", Brian said working Barts hole Brian was eating his ass out and sticking his tongue deep in Barts ass. Bart just pushed back and moaned louder and started to get into frenzy. His cock was now leaking lots of precum. Brian then alternated between his fingers and eating him out. Bart pushed back even more wanting more of Brians tongue and finger in him. "Yeah feels good doesnt it. You luv the way Daddy makes you feel dont you." Brian said Now Brian had two fingers in him, stretching his hole and working over his prostate "Ohhh yes Daddy i do", Bart moaned "You want more dont you. You want to be daddys bitch", Brian said "Ohhhh yes daddy", Bart moeaned "Do you want my cock", Brian asked "Ohhhh" Bart moaned but didnt answer Brian added third finger and was streching his even more and going after his prostate. He pulled Bart back towards him and kissed him deeply then shoving his head into his arm pit. "Ohhh god yes Daddy please fuck me with your hung cock please", Bart begged "You know im going to cum in you dont you", Brian said Bart looked at him and paused and said with puppy eyes", yes i know" as he then took Brians cock by the hand, bent over and placed it at his hole. Brian pushed in slowly. "Ohhhhhhhhhh god your huge", Bart moaned in pain as Brian pushed in past his sphincter Brian pushed in him slowly. He was really tight and wanted to take his time. Inch by inch he rocked into Bart. Brian told him to relax and breathe as he stroked the lower part of his back. He motioned Coty to suck his cock from underneath that helped then About ¾ of the way in Bart started to relax a bit. Brian started to push in deeper and Bart started to push back. "Good boy. You luv daddys cock dont you", Brian said "Ohhh yes Daddy it hurts and its huge but it feels so fucking good daddy", Bart moaned and pushed back even more Brian pushed past Barts second hole. "Ohhhhhhhh", Bart just winced and moaned "Ohhh my god you are so deep what was that", BArt moaned "Thats your pussy", Brian said. Feels good doesnt it "Ohhhh yes daddy. its my pussy", bart rattled off "Whose?" Brian said "your pussy daddy, please fuck it fuck me please", bart begged Brian pushed forward and started to fuck Bart. He was still gentle but picked up his pace and strokes. Bart now was moaning like a slut begging Brian to fuck him good. Brian picked up the pace and started to ram into Bart "Ohhhh shit my god i feel you in my stomach", bart moaned as Brian was now pounding into him and wrecking his prostate "What you want bitch", Brian asked "I want you to fuck me" bart said "And" brian asked "i want your cum", bart said "my what", brian asked pumping him and ramming his prostate which made bart moan out of control and babble "i want your poz cum", bart yelled out "i thought you dont want aids", brian responded picking up his pace "i dont but i want you, i know i wanted you from when i saw you in the bar.....fuck me please.....poz me please!!!!!", bart yelled Brian couldnt hold back any longer and he started to shoot his load into Bart "UGGGGGGGHHHHH here you go bitch", Brian moaned as he shot spurts of hot poz jism into Bart "Ohhhhhh Daddy", Bart said moaning and shooting on the floor all over. Coty there to lick it up. Brian kept fucking him and Bart kept pushing his ass back on Brians huge stick. For another 5 mintues Brian kept unloading and pushing his load deep into Bart. After he pulled out and Coty came over and cleaned his cock. Bart fell on the floor exhausted. He looked up at Brian cum all over smiling at his Daddy.

Are... you being serious? We can even ignore whether ivermectin is actually used to treat malaria, as you just need to know the med class. Malaria is due to a parasite. Ivermectin is an anti PARASITIC drug. COVID is due to a virus (which you apparently did not know, is different from a parasite). Do I need to spell out any more? Frustrating how the loudest ones are always the least educated.

Certainly the LGBT.... movement is political. Of course it is; gaining rights to exist as a human is one of the core political agendas. Casting other humans as having no right to exist exists today and throughout human history. BUT the right to exist at least used to be common to both parties here. Hell @topblkmale knows this first hand.... 🙂 Not fretting "you've done it now" I hope...

Part VI I awoke with a start the next morning. Daddy was hugging me close, his hand resting on my abs, soft cock pressed against my ass. Fuck, I had fallen asleep! Daddy had never allowed that before. I guess I had woken him up too because he started stirring. Fingertips lightly tracing my hard stomach and coming to rest in my little patch of pubes just shy of my dick. Which was rapidly stiffening. Daddy lightly kissed my neck. “Morning baby boy. First day of the rest of your life, you ready?” I reached my hand back, running my fingers through his hair, grinding my ass into his beautiful dick and moaned lightly in response. He kept sucking on my neck, moving one hand under me to grab a nipple and the one on my pubes moved to pull my leg up. His cock now rock hard and nestled between my cheeks. I spit in my hand and moved to coat him with it, pointing it at my hole and easing myself back onto him. The residual load inside me made it a bit easier but I still winced a bit as he bottomed out. The only way I can describe what happened next was that daddy made love to me. Slowly. Tenderly. Deeply. Passionately. I kept my back arched to give him maximum depth and he held my leg up. My hard cock flopping against me as he fucked and maintained his attention on my neck and nipples. I was in heaven, feeling things I’m not sure I had ever felt before. Having this big powerful man behind me using my body for his pleasure but somehow still ensuring I was feeling good made me feel safe and even more committed to his pleasure. I squeezed my hole in time with his outstrokes and soon enough he was holding me tightly against himself as he emptied his balls into my pussy. Smack. He was up and I took him into my mouth. “Time for the gym” Luckily I had arrived in gym clothes so I tossed my running shorts and T shirt on. Daddy’s load leaking a bit from my hole. “I think you need to start wearing more revealing clothes at the gym boy.” “Yes sir. But this is all I have today. I could go home…” “Nah, c’mere”. He grabbed his kitchen scissors and cut the bottom off my shirt, making it a crop top that ended just above my navel, and cut the sleeves off. “There. Now you look like the muscled bottom bitch I know you are in the bedroom. Everyone else should know it too.” To say we got stares would be an understatement. Daddy walked me around that place like he owned both the gym and me. A possessive arm around my waist when talking to his gym buddies some straight, some gay. Spotting me, pushing me to go harder. It was a great workout, and I noticed many a lingering eye even from the straights. Finally finished I noticed daddy talking to one of the straights. A big burly guy apparently named Paul. “Paul is gonna come hang with us. Let’s go” Back at daddy’s place we hung out chatting a bit. Daddy sitting with his arm around me, pinning me close to his body. It felt good. I was his boy and he wanted everyone to know. After a while the talk got a little… slow and awkward. And finally daddy whispered in my ear “Go suck his dick. It’s why he’s here.” Without a second thought I dropped down onto my hands and knees and crawled over until I was between his legs. Not knowing how far he wanted to go with a dude I simply pulled his shorts down in front and let his semi hard cock flop out. He gasped as I let my tongue trace up his shaft from root to tip, circling his head and sucking his respectable 7” right to the base. “Shiiiiiiit” he groaned. Hands on my head he started pulling me into his crotch. “Fuck man, your bitch is good!” “Told ya.” Once my hand went to his balls the show was over. Erupting in my mouth with a satisfying exclamation I swallowed it all, made sure his cock was clean, pulled his shorts back up and went back to my daddy. “Good boy” he said, looking me deep in my eyes. I smiled and cuddled in next to him. “Next time you’ll have to try his pussy. Tighter than your wife’s I bet and it can take a real beating” “I dunno man…. Mouth is one thing but fucking….” He trailed off. But as he cast a final look at me before hurrying out the door I saw a glimmer of something behind his eyes. A curiousity. A hunger. A deprivation from whatever he’s been denied that is now on full offer…. I don’t think I’ve seen the last of Paul.

Part III Daddy had been breeding me regularly for a month now and I had never been more fulfilled. Our sex was at times hard and dominating and at times tender and slow. Either way, I was fulfilled knowing the pleasure my body was giving this sexy bear of a man and that I was satisfying his needs. Whatever they were at that moment. I came to crave that little smack on my ass when he was done. Appreciation for a job well done. Since that first time though, I had yet to cum again. At times, that denial felt deliberate. A deep and hard fuck from behind - his cock slamming into my second hole eliciting higher and higher pitched sounds from my gaping mouth - would end suddenly with his climax and ahead of my own. I can’t lie. This denial was an amazing aphrodisiac. It had me crawling back nearly every night hoping he would finally let me finish. And each night another disappointment had me racing back home so I could fuck his load deeper into me with my favorite 10” dildo (affectionately called Mr. Big) while I jerked myself off. Then there was that one special night. The night I made a decision that would change my life forever. We were on his bed, I was straddling him reverse cowgirl slowly but deliberately fucking myself, luxuriating in the pleasure. His hands holding onto my waist to make sure I got all the right angles for him. “I’ve been talking to my friends about you. They’re very jealous of me and want to meet you. I think you’d like them.” He said. His grip tightening on my waist a bit. “I’m sure I would daddy! If they’re anything like you though I might not be able to control myself…” unsure if he wanted to share me, it was a risk. I had been seeing him exclusively. Sitting up and kissing my neck “Oh I wouldn’t expect you to baby. I know what you are. What you need” “Mmmph yes daddyyy” I whined as I ground my ass back into him. He picked us up and walked us over to his kitchen counter. Feet spread, my hands bracing against the counter he entered me from behind. I gasped as he brought a hand to my hip to pull me even deeper back onto him. His other hand went up to my throat. A little pressure. My dick got harder. A few more of those exceptionally long, hard, deep thrusts and daddy had fucked all the bass out of my voice as I devolved into a screaming begging mess. I could feel an orgasm coming and I was desperate. For the first time I showed him how desperate. “Pllleeeaaaaase daddy PLEASE fuck me hard it feels so fucking good! You’re the best I’ve ever had daddy please don’t stop you’re gonna make me cum!!!” “What do you need?” “I need your cock. Your cum. I need to cum with you inside me please!!” “Why my cock?” “Because you’re so big and such a MAN” “I’m gonna share you with my friends, they’re like me. And I can’t vouch for whether they’re undetectable or not” “I don’t give a shit poz me if you want I’m yours!!” “You’re gonna need to dump that boyfriend when he gets home. I don’t share” “FUCK HIM” “Good girl” I shuddered at that. And as he snaked his fingers from my throat into my mouth his pace quickened and as I sucked on his big manly fingers I finally came all over his floor. My dick bigger and harder than it had ever been, my ass reduced to a sloppy quivering pussy.

Moderator's Note: "Race Play" is a thing. It's fine as a fantasy in fictional stories. It's NOT OK in real life unless both people are into it. FIRST TIME STORY. Its fiction so be kind in your critique. The nigger texted my dad. Jack make yourself free and give me a call. Jack excused himself, said he needed to run an errand and left his wife at the dinner table. A groveling masculine voice answered. The nigger told my dad, I know you can tell by voice I’m not some sissy white man, but a big dick nigger. I’m sending you a pic to your phone. Look at it. Any guesses what that is, yeah it’s my big dick breaching the hole of a hairy white man’s ass. Try and keep your dick in your pants, that poor white hole is your son’s. Yeah, I’ve been tracking him for a while. Knew he was the son of yours, knew you hated us niggers, thought nothing funnier that ruining his hole with nigger dick and knocking him up with so much nigger seed you’ll be having black grand babies for years. You should have told him that wearing tight wranglers only makes that fat ass he inherited from you even more tempting. Wasn’t’ hard to get a bunch of my buddies to want to fuck him after I showed them pics. Even more wanted to join after I told him his daddy was a nigger hating cop. Was easy to get him back to my basement. Dumb kid thinks with his dick, goes to the bookstore to get his dick sucked through the gloryholes once a week. He really should have made sure the door was locked. Was easy for Vince to get into the booth. Kids pants were already down to his boots, and ass exposed. Vince says he was shocked when he saw this rough faced black beast come into his booth. And even more shocked when he felt Vince lean into his back and force Josh’s cock deeper into the mouth on the other side of the gloryhole. Kid was distracted by the deep throating long enough to not notice Vince grabbing a shard form his pocket and see him spit on his finger. but he certainly didn’t miss that shard being shove roughly up his hole. Apparently dumb bitch tried to buck Vince away at that point. Once that shit was absorbed it was easy to manipulate him. Pulled his jeans back up and drove him in his pretty new truck back to my place. Whore was glassy eyed by the time we got him inside. Feeling so euphoric he didn’t question anything just followed 5 dark brothers into my dingy basement. He sat like a little obedient bitch on that ratty couch between two buddies. They just got smirks on their faces and ripped his shirt off, pulled his boots off, yanked his jeans off too. Kid must have a jock fetish cause he was wearing a grey jock. We did care about his dick so we left that on. I told my boys to put his cowboy boots back on him. I wanted to rest them on my shoulder next to my face. I wanted him to think of me every time he wore his boots, Think of the bull nigger that tore up his hole, raped him raw, breed him deep and knocked up him. You should have seen that pretty light hole swallow my cock. Ill give it to him he grunted and took the pain like a man. Once I had opened up him a little bit I grabbed my tina laced lube and coated my cock and plunged back into that bitch. I wanted him so high that he would associate new levels of pleasure with being filled by black cock. He took to his like fish to water the tina had him moaning in no time. Funny thing is your bitch son might be gay but he certainly doesn’t get fucked a lot, when I blew my charged up load into that hole and pulled out it was pink with blood. I literally tore him up. We all got a good laugh at that. My boys know I don’t shoot blanks, my loads been strong as shit ever since the meds got too expensive. After I dropped my nut it was a free for all. Nobody wasted their time with his mouth. All of us can get BJ anytime, we wanted some redneck ass. By the way, a good nigger always nuts in a hole, we spread our seed. Your boy took 12 loads last night. Now look closer at the pic. Notice how red and puffy that hole is, that’s what a bunch of big dicks will do over a few hours to a hole. We cunted your boy. Boy must be sore, and you must be eager to get us to stop using your son. Here is the deal. We know how much you hate niggers let alone fags, so you need to meet us at the preserve in 15 minutes. That is if you don’t want your cop buddies and fire department friends to see this shit. Don’t worry we won’t touch you, we just want to see your face as we defile your kid one last time.

Part II Fuck. I lay there for a moment panting, covered in cum, contemplating what I had done. What my abject lust had compelled me to do. I had crossed a line. But no time to think about that now. Daddy pulled his softening dick from my ass and pointed to it expectantly. I was on my knees again in a flash taking it into my mouth. Licking up and down the shaft, around his balls, being sure to clean every centimeter. “Good boy” he said I stood, looking deep into his eyes. He wasn’t cold, per se, but he looked at me in a detached way. As a piece of property or plaything. Not a person, but a thing. I didn’t hate that. He gave me a light slap on my ass, “it’s good to see you. You’re even better than I remember. Come back anytime but before you do, get a full body wax. Leave some above your dick.” And with that he grabbed a pen and wrote his number on my forearm, winked, and went into the bathroom. My dick swelled at this. I heard the water turn on and I took that as my cue to get dressed and make myself scarce. Of course I couldn’t get him out of my head. Honestly I didn’t try all that hard. I kept reaching between my legs to play with my sloppy and leaking hole. I missed that feeling. Very few men I had been with made me feel as good as he did. He wasn’t rough, but he was assertive. He made me feel his dominance and as a 6’2” hung muscular jock I… didn’t get to feel that way often. I hadn’t realized before my relationship how much I craved that, and now that I had it back…. I didn’t want to give it up. Risks and all. I was ready. So it was that I booked an appointment at a spa for the next day. Full body wax with a trimmed landing strip above my dick. As ordered. I looked fucking good. I preened in the mirror, admiring my smooth muscles and tight pink hole. I texted daddy. “Ready when you are, sir” “Pic” I sent him a pic. “Tonight. Wear those slutty shorts and a tank” A few hours later he was pulling me into his apartment. He had answered the door naked which got me immediately boned up. He noticed, grabbing my dick through my shorts “Such a big pretty dick you’ve got. Too bad really, it’s confused you for so long. Let you believe you could or should be topping but we know the truth don’t we?” I nodded. “We might need to do something about this then huh? Maybe lock you up? Would you like that?” “If you want me to, daddy. What I want doesn’t matter” “Oh sure it does baby, we need you feeling good and horned up for daddy at all times!” He squeezed. I whimpered. “We’ve got time to figure out what you need. For now, we’ll let it hang but ain’t nobody gonna be touching it got that? you cum hands free or you don’t cum in front of me” “Yes sir” He sat down on an armchair in the corner and spread his legs wide. His massive cock standing straight up like a monument to sex. My mouth watered. My hole quivered. I knelt between his legs and got to work slobbering on my daddy’s cock. Remembering what he said the last time, no lube and no poppers I let my saliva flow freely. My tongue slathered him everywhere. Balls, taint, asshole. I was loving eating him out, it felt so right to worship every inch of him like this. “Strip” he barked. I stood and did as I was told. “Beautiful.” He murmured as he ran a hand from my pec down my stomach, fingers grazing the little landing strip but stopping short of my dick. “Ride it” he shifted in the seat to allow me access and I straddled him placing his dripping cock at my entrance. Slowly I eased down. Painfully he stretched me, but I had prepped a bit so I was ready. He smiled when my taint came to rest on his pubes, my dick resting on his belly. I smiled back and slowly started to pleasure him. Rocking my hips, lifting up a bit and back down. Deeply fucking myself on him. His hands explored my body deliberately and possessively. I gasped as he pinched one nipple, then the next. I’ve never been much for nipple play but with him, I was a soft mound of clay to be molded to his desire. I leaned back, hands on his legs to stabilize, and threw my head back as I started to bounce harder and faster, his fingers never letting up on my tits. His perfect cock hitting every pleasure center I had and I could feel an orgasm rising. I desperately hoped to cum, but sensing my climax daddy pulled my face to his, slowing our fuck. “Not so fast baby, make your daddy cum first” I whined in disappointment but got to work. Remembering he liked his tits and ears played with I leaned down to lick around his ear. My hand went to his nipples, first tracing around them and then lightly rolling them between my fingers. Flicking them occasionally. I moved my knees up so they were on either side of his body between him and the chair so I could raise myself all the way up pausing with his head just inside my ass, and slam back down to the balls. It was intense for me, but I timed it so I was getting his ear and nips and the long stroking all together. He grunted in pleasure. He was close. Soon he had his hands on my hips and was thrusting hard and fast up into me. His breathing erratic and heavy. I doubled my efforts on his nips and squeezed my loosening cunt on his dick and he erupted with a howl deep inside of me. We stayed connected like that for a minute. His fingertips caressing my back, my head resting against his. Then that little smack on my ass. “Good boy.” I knew what was expected now. I slowly stood up, his heavy cock slipping out of me. Back on my knees I started with the pool of precum I left on his soft belly, licking down to his balls, up his shaft, carefully swallowing his cock down to the root. I stood up. Not sure if he’d follow through on the no cumming unless it’s hands free bit but he just looked at me with that same detached but lustful way, “till next time bitch.”

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.

I huffed on the bottle of poppers like my life depended on them. I was three big hits in before I felt Sir's hands on my hole. One flick of fingers upwards and he plunged them in. I moaned like a bitch in heat and he hummed his approval. "Good boy, four down to the knuckle in one. I love your loose cunt, pig," he said as he twisted his hand back and forth a little. "Take another hit, you're getting the full fist next." I did as I was told, breathing deeply in through my nostril and holding it in. I waited, but he didn't change what he was doing, so I took another deep hit. He slowly pulled out as I sniffed the bottle and held his fingers at my hole, waiting for me to finish my hit. I held for a few seconds before I exhaled and my top started pushing his hand inside me. I groaned loudly, again. I panted as he got to his knuckles and he spat on both his hand and my hole again. "You can take it, boy. Relax that pig hole for me." His fist slid in, stretching me wide. "Good, boy. Now just enjoy the ride." He worked slowly, at first. He swapped hands, once I was loose enough for him to fuck me properly, spitting at my cunt the whole time. I realised that I didn't even want the lube I'd left in the car, I was enjoying the spit a cum cocktail being worked into my hole walls. I was moaning in ecstasy, loving every movement of the man behind me. After a while, he sped up his fist fuck of my hole. My moans turned into growls and I melted further into the bed. I followed his instructions, but could barely move without an order. More poppers, push back, relax, push my hole out, lift my cunt back up. He kept me on my knees for a long time, working my hole wide. "You're so fucking sloppy, pig. I'm working those loads in so deep." He slipped fingers from both hands inside me and pulled them apart. "Look at that cunt, boy!" He slipped them both back out and hooked them around my hips and lifted, "come on, boy, give me your cunt. Keep it nice and high for me, I like watching your dick drip. It's not stopped leaking. And through your jock. So fucking hot." I followed his instructions, pulling my knees closer together and propping my ass in the air for him. I took the opportunity to look back, under my body and saw what he had told me about my dick. I was soft in my jock, but there was a clear string of pre-cum connected to a wet pool on the bed beneath me. I had no idea before, but I loved it now. I moaned my pleasure for him, as I felt his hands leave my hips and anticipated his fists. Instead, his hands reached to the pool of pre-cum on the bed and scooped what he could, then swirled them in the string coming from my jock. "This should be nice a slick for that cunt, pigboy," he said to me. I felt his fingers pushing into me and I moaned at the knuckles forcing their way in. I could feel the slimy pre-cum from my own dick and I loved it. I hit the poppers without instruction and let my hole relax around his wrist. He twisted his hand, clenched it into a fist and started to pull out. This was the most he had stretched me so far. I didn't know if this was more or less than the double fuck I'd enjoyed earlier, but I loved it all the same. I growled as I felt myself stretch open and I heard it matched with a growl of his own. "That's fucking hot, I'm gonna punch you now. Hit the poppers again." He played inside me whilst I took three more hits and made myself dizzy holding them. Once I had exhaled the last hit, I felt his clenched fist at my hole. I didn't think he'd ever manage it, but he pushed in so hard that my hole gave way willingly and he made it all the way in. The noise I had made was somewhere between a groan of pleasure and a yelp of pain. I wanted him to do it again and I knew I didn't have to ask. He started punch fisting me slowly, like he had started. I enjoyed feeling so wide and open, but didn't think he'd get back in with a full fist every time. He didn't fail once, but I was still disbelieving each punch. After a few minutes, I felt him pick up his pace. He was still going slow and controlling my poppers, for which I was grateful, but I could feel myself pushing back against him now. I was craving more. "Such a fist pig. Glad I found you, boy. I'm gonna do some hard and fast ones, get ready. Two more hits." I hit the brown bottle and relaxed my hole for him. I was almost disappointed when I felt his fingers and not his clenched fist. I wasn't disappointed for long, as he meant what he had said. 'Hard and fast' was right. I was no longer growling, but whining. He went in and out faster than I could process, whilst he counted. "One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten." He stopped there and asked "how was that, boy?" I whined and panted before I got any words out. "Amazing, Sir. Fuck. You're wrecking me." "Yeah I am, boy. You've got a great cunt. Loose and ready for anything. And you've not bled today, your cunt is fucking amazing. Ten more." He counted ten more fast, alternating each hand he fucked me with, leaving me almost flat on the bed. "Lift up, boy," he told me. I did my best, but needed his help. My legs were shaking like never before, I'm surprised they held me at all. "I'm gonna try one last thing for that cunt of yours right now. Not sure if you'll be able to take it, so hit those poppers again. Four big hits, go on." I hit the brown bottle again, my head spinning as he told me to hold the last hit. I felt his fingers go in, but his thumb and he stopped at the knuckles. I wondered what he was about to try, keeping my hole as loose as I could. His dick touched my hole and I realised what was about to happen. My dick started growing immediately in anticipation. I hoped I could take it, I loved someone fisting and fucking me at the same time, but his dick was so thick I didn't know if it would work. I promised myself it would and I hit the poppers again. "That's right, boy. Get ready." He pushed forward, his dick sliding inside me with ease and we both moaned our pleasure out loud. He pumped back and forth, while he moved his hand up and down his shaft at the same time. My hole was loose, but this was a tight fit. I could feel his thumb straining to get in and he seemed stuck at the knuckles, unable to go further. "Fuck boy, I think I'm being too eager. You need a bit more prep for that," pulling his hand out and plunging his dick in, down to his balls. He leaned forward, hovering his torso over my back and lay down on top of me. My legs couldn't hold him, I collapsed into the bed and turned to look at him. Before I could speak, one of his hands was stuffed in my mouth, covered in my pre-cum, his spit and the cum I'd taken earlier. I savoured the taste of my hole, cleaning his hand to the best of my ability. He kept fucking me into the bed, whilst I found myself licking from his wrist to his fingertips. "Thank you, Sir." I said. I felt so piggy, so turned on by the way he treated me. I wanted more and not just his strain. I think I wanted him. "I fucking love this, you're making me such a pig." "This isn't my doing, boy. You're a pig all on your own, you're just with an equally nasty pig right now. We're nasty fuckers and we're letting ourselves enjoy each other." He said, making me blush somehow. "I want you to mark me. Make me yours, Sir." I begged him. "You're gonna be mine, don't worry, pig. You're gonna have my mark inside you forever, once I'm done. You're gonna keep coming back to me for the next few months, until I've pozzed you up. Aren't you, boy?" He asked me. "Yes, please, Sir. That's what I want. I want you to poz me. Please? Please infect me. I want it to be you. Stretch my cunt out and poz it up." "You fuckin' bet, boy."

I love it and I can't wait for more

Fuck yes. Deeply masculine

Being a flexible bear helps sometimes lol

In no way am I a bug chaser, but do love a man cumming in me, my ultimate satisfaction that I pleased him!

My younger brother used to get in my bed at night, fuck me hard, load me up, then piss up my ass. We started doing this as teenagers, it lasted for years. He used to cum visit me in college and we used to spend entire weekends just fucking like bunnies. He had keys to my apartment so he could cum fuck me at will. One day he walked in on me one time while my cousin was fucking me. He got a bit jealous about me sharing what he referred to as "His honey hole" with someone else. He got naked, started tag teaming me with my cousin. That day was the first time I had 2 dicks in me at the same time. They pumped load after load in me. I was in heaven.

There are few things that do not excite me about a man. All parts can be incredibly erotic and sensual. when I first got into fisting, I noticed men’s hands a lot more. And when I got into slamming, I noticed their arms. But the biggest turning point for me happened when I was 15 years old. I was on my knees, sucking off one of my teammates, and instinct took over. I turned him around and stuck my face up his ass crack. It was the perfect position because when I stuck out my tongue I was directly on his butt hole. From that moment on, I have been addicted to Ass. I love playing with an ass and in an ass. One of the most intimate things I can do is to stick my tongue up a guys butt hole. Hopefully deep inside where the tip of my tongue can tickle nerve endings he didn’t realise he had. Show me a nice ass and I can be happy in bed for hours.

As someone relatively new to fisting (only twice w/ small-medium hand) I love how it changed me. I am permanently looser than ever. And of course want to get stretched even wider.

Wish we were closer. Maybe I will get to St. Louis sometime or you will visit Austin.

I am so glad you guys are enjoying it! Thanks for the comments. Part: 10 So I spent the next few months taking poz load after poz load. My son turned 18 but stayed in town and went to the local college. The wife still had no sex appetite but that was fine by me. Honestly, our marriage was better than it ever was. One day I got an updated notification on the app. “it’s time to share your gift. We know you enjoy taking a poz load, but how about giving one? Help our community grow. With this new app upgrade (platinum level) you can toggle on your app between top and bottom. Happy hunting.” Fuck, this was a new twist. I had been having so much fun being a cum dump I didn’t care about topping but now that the app mentioned it. The idea of spreading my seed turned me on. I was home alone again so I figured I would try the new feature, I flipped the app to top, entered notes and hit search. Within 10 minutes I got a notification. There was a bottom on his way. This would be the first time fucking in my house. I was a bit nervous but the family was gonna be gone for a few hours so I should be ok. The front doorbell rang. I opened it and there stood a guy, pretty cute, looked college age. Nice and fit with a huge smile on his face. “You ordered?” “Come on in, how old are you?” “19 sir” Fuck, so young, my cock twitched. I was leading him to my bedroom when we walked by my son’s room. I don’t know why, but I turned and went in there again. Something about fucking my poz load into this 19-year-old kid on my sons bed turned me on. I pushed the kid onto the bed on all fours. I dove face first into his ass. It was so smooth, I forced my tongue up his hole. Opening him up, getting him nice and wet. I slipped a finger into his ass. I had seen videos on line about tops pozing so I had let my nails grow. I stretched his ass, digging in my nails, scratching him up. I finally pulled out and there was a tinge on pink on my fingers. He was ready, I lined my cock up with his pussy and went right in. The kid grunted and started moaning, bucking back onto my cock. Fuck, young pussy felt so good. I couldn’t wait to shoot my poz load into him. He was getting a bit loud and I didn’t want the neighbors to hear. I looked around and saw my son’s dirty laundry. Fucking kid living in a pigsty. I reached down and grabbed a pair of my son’s dirty underwear and shoved them into this kids mouth to keep him quiet. I started to pick up pace, just the thought of busting my poz load into this kid had me going so I couldn’t hold on for long. I felt the familiar urge and I went balls deep, squirting load after load into this kid. Fuck, I came down from my high and pulled out. The kid immediately turned around and licked my dick clean, then looked up at me and said “thank you.” Fuck this kid was good. It was hot enough to get me going again and I pumped a second load into him before sending him on his way.

CHAPTER 8: Jake: Ever since my fuck bud Sam helped me sero-convert, all I’ve wanted to do was to breed neg guys, just as Sam routinely did. On one particular day I found myself completely horned-up, and decided to grease the works with a text to Sam. Here's the exchange: Jake: We need to get together and breed some hole, pref neg Sam: Fuck yeah Jake: I’m up for it whenever, not on meds yet Sam: Back on meds but always up for whatever Jake: Cool let me know Now, some time earlier I had hooked up with Bill, a hot Daddy, and I really want to get off inside him again. Bill was 51, about 6’ 1” and in decent shape with a bit of buzzed hair on his chest. The last time I fucked him he practically begged for me to cum in him. While I didn't know if he was chasing, I wanted to find out, so, as it had been a few weeks since we played, and since I needed to nut, I texted him: Jake: You around? Been a while … horned Bill: Yeah. Just finished brunch with friends. Heading home Jake: Horned af here Bill: You can come over. Horned here too Jake: Cool Bill: Remember the address? Jake: Yeah, text you when I get close. Some fifteen minutes after this exchange I arrived at Bill's place. He opened the door while wearing a pair of shorts and not much more. I didn't waste any time. I wanted in his hot Daddy’s ass and I wanted right then and there. He seemed to recognize I was in heat, and I smiled thinking 'I really like the way this is going'. We made eye contact and he pulled me close and we made out. My hand instantly moved to his hips, into the waistband of his shorts and I pushed them down. I wanted him to know I meant business and that I intended for him to be my bottom. We continued kissing as I got my hands into his ass cheeks, massaging his hole a bit. "Mmmmmmmmmm yes,” he moaned, clearly liking the attention, then he suggested “Let's go to the bedroom, sexy.” He stepped-out of his shorts, I stripped off my clothing, item by item scattered in the hallway as he led the way. Once in his bedroom Bill sat on the bed watching me as I removed my socks, and when I was naked we resumed making out. After several minutes of tongue action, I pulled back, looked at him, kissed him, announcing “I want to cum in you.” “Fuck yeah,” was his reply as we continued hot and heavy. “You still clean?” I asked. "Yeah, guess so. Although I've been with a few guys.” “Cool." “You?” I looked at him and gave a slight grin. "I haven’t tested since last time we played," then pausing slightly, I asked “Does it matter?” He replied with a negative shake as we went back to making out. I look over at the nightstand, open the drawer, and pull out some oil-based lube for my cock, and his hole. Between kisses I spread a small amount of lube on his ass, I want to fuck him raw and I want him to feel my cock when it bred him. We continued with the kissing and I lubed his hole and my cock. Then, putting down the tube of lube, I teased his hole with my cock. “Mmmmmmmm … yes, fuck me already,” Bill responded. “Yeah? You want it?” “Yeah, I want it bad.” I pushed the head of my poz cock into his ass. “Ohhhhhh… ahhhhhhh… fuck … love that cock, feels so good.” “Yeah … yeah … your ass is nice and tight, feels good.” I slowly pushed my way in, his legs up on my shoulders, and my nuts pressing up against his ass. “That’s it. You've got all of me.” We made out while I held still, allowing him to adjust to my cock. “FUCK … FUCK … Uhhhhhhh… fuck me, Jake. Breed me.” I was so caught-up in pleasure I could barely manage to respond “Fuck yeah,” as we continued to kiss, my cock sliding out of his hole, only to press back in. I leaned back and picked-up the rhythm of fucking him. In the back of my brain I thought 'He’s chasing … he wants poz cock', but impulsively I decided to find out and asked “Ohhhh … ahhhhh your hole feels good. You always bareback? Even with poz guys?” “Ahhhhhh … yeah … I mean … well ahhhhhhhh fuck … yeah I have … few times.” “You worry about it?” Initially he simply looked into my eyes. I didn't slow down my ministrations on his ass, and after a few seconds he replied “No … not really … ohhhhh, god that’s good. Just keep fucking me.” But I won’t let it go. “Do you think about it?” “Ahhhhhh … fuck … damn Jake your cock. Yes I think about it, but fuck it… I don’t care… why?" Then he paused and asked “You positive?” I kept fucking him and returned the question “What if I am?” I continued deep-dicking him, grunting to let him know I was getting close. Then I followed-up and asked "So, what if I am? Should I pull out?” “Ahhhhhhh… fuck… ahhhhhhhh… no … no … I want it, I want your cum." “What if I’m poz?” “Don’t care. Cum in me, fuck, … ohhhhhhhh… ahhhhh fuck that feels, please keep fucking me.” I continued sliding my bare cock sliding in and out of his ass, but after just a few more strokes, I recognized that familiar sensation in my balls: I was about to dump a huge load of poz semen deep in his ass. “Tell me,” I demanded, “Tell me it's okay for me to fuck my poz cum into your ass.” He looked at me, a smile crossing his lips, inviting me, so I leaned down, he pulled me in close, and we kissed deeply. “Yeah … fuck yeah… it's okay. Give it to me. I want your poz cum, fucker. I want it. Poz me. I want it.” An involuntary smirk crossed my face, “HOT,” softly escaped my lips. "You are one twisted bottom," was all I could manage to say. “Ohhhhhhh fuck .. ohhhhh fuck Jake…. Oh fuckkkkkk … I’m close.” “Me too.” “Breed me … fuck it into me.” “This poz load?” I asked incredulously. “Yes, … yeah … your poz load.” Bill was feverishly jacking off as I worked his tight ass. I wondered 'How is he not poz already?', but the satisfying thought came to mind 'but it doesn't matter - he will be after I’m done'. His ass muscles clamped down on my cock, as I announced “I’m gonna cum.” “Me too!” “I’m poz, Bill! You want me to stop?” “Ahhhhh … ahhhhhhhhhhhh… no… ahhh… no, fuck no, do it!” “Sure?” “Yeahhhh … ahhhh… fuck … I’m close, yeah… cum in me." “FUCKKKKKKKKK!” Nothing turns me on more than when a guy begs for my poz load and I found myself panting, almost like a mantra, “I’m close … I’m close!" Bill responded “Yeah … do it … gonna … AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," as he blew his load. I was only seconds behind him, and both my ejaculation and announcement were equally powerful: “FUCCCCCCCCCCCCK…. Oh FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK … CUUMMMMMING,” as my cock squirted it's load, held firmly in the death grip of his ass which milked out my seed. I kept him in that position for a few minutes as we each came down from the explosion, my bare cock lodged balls deep in his ass. Eventually I quietly commented “That was amazing.” His eyes closed, Bill replied “Yeah … yeah … fuck that was good.” As I gradually withdrew from his hole and curled-up next to him, we lay contentedly for a minute or so, when he asked “How long you been poz?” I thought back and replied “Maybe two months.” “Oh, okay. I thought you said you tested neg la…,” but I cut him off saying “The last test I took the tester told me it said neg.” “Oh okay, but … but?” “Yeah, well, in between that test and when I last fucked you, apparently I converted - and of course I came in your ass. I got the confirmation of my conversion afterwards. This time I decided to find out if you were cool with it before we got too far this time.” “Cool … well … obviously.” “You chasing?” “Not so much that. I just love bareback sex with younger guys. Poz or neg, I don’t care.” “Cool. Glad to hear it. There’s more where that came from." And with that we went in for a third round of making-out. Cody: I awoke cuddled beside my Dad. He has become quite the bottom since I tested poz, and has announced he won’t fuck me until we’re both poz. My cock is as hard as a rock, I slid into his hole. He awoke almost immediately, “Mornin’ baby boy … ahhh you already need to breed?" I can smell his body and kiss him on the back of the neck, “I need to piss,” I murmurred, my cock just inside his hole. Dad doesn’t say anything and I push my cock head slightly further into his ass, “You going to …”, he starts to ask, then he feels it as I relieve myself in his ass, “Ahhhh… oh fuck boy, yeah, use me." I was mostly hard but I could feel the piss draining out of my cock and into his ass. I had never done this with him as the top but it felt amazing, and I thought 'We're definitely going to do more of this', as I told him “Fuck yeah, Dad. I'm using your toilet hole,” as I continued to piss. “Good boy, do it. Use me,” Dad responded. My stream finally ended and I thought 'I hope he doesn’t mess the bed' so I suggested “If you need to go empty that, well, just be careful.” "I've got this," he answered with a chuckle. I slowly withdrew from his ass, giving him time to clamp closed tightly. “I’ll be right back,” he announced, and sure enough within seconds I could hear him in the bathroom evacuating my morning piss. Dad returned, plopped down on the bed beside me, and kissed me, remarking, “That was hot.” I just smiled. “Dad would you mind if I got a tattoo? Something to kinda show I’m poz now?” He nodded “Yeah, we can do that. What do you have in mind? And where?” I shrugged my shoulders, answering “Uhmmm, I was thinking about a scorpion on my upper back or something …. “ as I trailed-off. “Or?” “I dunno. I’ve done a little digging on the internet for ideas.” “Ohhhh you have, have you?” I could see he was giving me a quizzical, teasing look. “Haaa… a little….“ “And?” “Well, biohazard tattoos seem popular, but I like the scorpion.” “What about one on your abdomen near your cock?” I thought about his suggestion for a second and responded “Hmmmmmm… that sounds kinda cool, I think I can do that.” "It would look hot on you, Cod." “Think so?” “Yeah. I know so." “Good let’s do that today or at least find a place.” “I know a place in Boystown we can go to … maybe after” as he grabbed my cock and his voice trailed off, giving me 'the look' to let me know what he wanted. I opened the show by jumping out of bed and calling “Last one in the shower is a rotten egg,” heading into the bathroom, leaving him, perhaps, with a bit of a shocked look on his face. Turning on the shower, I stepped under the spray and awaited Dad. He followed my example, in following me into the bathroom, pulling open the door, and giving me a look that was a clear 'Fuck you sonny boy', which led us to both roar with laughter. Joining me in the warm water, Dad pulled me close to make out, which gave me a chance for my hands to find his ass, “Yes boy," he murmured, between kisses, as his hands explored my waist and then my crotch, letting me know it was time to breed him. "Face the wall,old man," I ordered. He may have smirked, but he obeyed, as I lubed myself and his ass with the Gun Oil lube which we kept in the shower - for just such occasion. We have fucked in the shower several times, and have found the silicone base of Gun Oil will survive the stream of the shower, so it is definitely the lube of choice. I lubed a finger and, with a quick push, slid it up his ass. He yelped, but as quickly as I found his prostate, his discomfort turned into a groan of pleasure. Then I withdrew my finger and placed the Gun Oil back on the shelf, thinking to myself 'He’s not getting any more than that', as I pressed my cock against his hole. “Ahhhhh boy .. yeah… yeah… fuck your old man’s hole, breed me boy,” he grunted. I pushed against his hole and with firm pressure and my cock head slid in. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh… fuck … ahhhhhhhhhhhh… go slow, damn,” he groaned. I took that to mean, 'BREED ME NOW', so I pushed the rest of my poz cock into his body with slow, constant pressure, announcing “Yeah Dad… you wanted it … you’re getting it,” as I fucked him with a slow, steady, in-and-out motion. I could tell by his groans he was in some pain, but I reasoned, that if he wanted my bug he would have to pay the price, but I encouraged him by reminding him “Dad … Dad… oh fuck this feels good… gonna give you this bug, Dad.” “Ahhhhhh boy … ahhhhh yeah… you are!” I continued fucking him, as, after all, I wanted him to convert, which also meant he had to earn it. Oh, and I wanted it to hurt, so I fucked him for several minutes,and, with my orgasm fast approaching, and I decided to just go for it and load him up, “DAD… DAD … CUMMMMING DAD, OHhhHhhhhhhh fuck … I’m close!” “Do it boy … ahhhhhh fuck … bree..." but before he could finish the words I dumped my load in his ass, squirt after squirt of my poz cum soaking into his flesh. “AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh… FUCK!!!” I cried as I slid all the way in, briefly wondering to myself 'I wonder if he’s poz yet or not?'. We stayed like that a moment, me as the gifting top, and him as the grateful bottom. But eventually I slowly withdrew, noticing some blood mixed with sperm as my cock I exited his ass. I smiled in satisfaction as I gave him a kiss on the back of his neck as I slid my cock up and down his ass crack, and praised him with “Dirty, twisted fucker.” "You! Fuck my ass hurts,” was his succinct response, but then changing subjects he suggested “Let’s get cleaned up and go see about tattoos.” "Yes sir,” I replied as I grabbed shower scrubby and began to soap him up, readying him for public.